All language subtitles for 13 - Vendetta

Well, Adam,
I want you to get

the best breed cattle
you can find in California.

If it costs more,
you pay it.

There'll be a letter
of credit waiting for you

at the bank in Sacramento.

Sure wish I was
riding with you.

Hoss, you know it
was already decided

it was my chance to get a look
at some of them city gals.

When did we
decide that?

Oh, he decided
all by himself.

And when Pa mentioned
this would be a good week

to do some fence repairing.

(laughing)

Those fences will still
be waiting for you

when you boys
get back.

Now use your
judgment, Adam.

Make sure you get
what you pay for.

You watch them city gals, too,
you hear that, Little Joe?

I intend
to do just that.

(Ben chuckles)

Take care.

One more place,
please, Ben.

You sign
right there.
Ah.

There, that
should do it.

Folks, my name's
Zach Morgan.

These are my brothers,
Ned and Billy.

Morgans!

That's right.

Start collecting it.

Now there's been a lot of
loose talk going around town

about us being killers.

Well, don't you
believe none of it.

Don't get any notions.

All righty, let's have
the rest of it.

That's all there is.

You know, I bet you go home

and have lunch with your wife,
don't you, mister?

Well, I'll tell you what,

how would you like us
to drop you off there...

(pistol cocking)
dead?

That's all there is,
I swear it.

TELLER:
Somebody stop him!

Hoss!
(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(theme song playing)

He's gonna
be all right.

I had to probe pretty deep
for that bullet.

That's all right, Doc.

He'll be all right as
soon as I get him home.

He'll bleed to death before
you get him half way there.

Internal hemorrhaging.

He's got to be
bedded tight.

Strapped down
if need be.

Ben, Ben...

You can stay at my place.

That'd be best, Hoss.

I'll get him
a clean shirt.

Give me a hand
with him.

No, wait... wait a minute.

The young Morgan boy--

he was hurt pretty bad.

If he dies, the whole
Morgan gang will be back.

I owe you something, Ben.

I haven't forgotten.

Come on.

Easy now, Pa.

Easy.

Easy.

Ben, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right,
Sam.

You going after them?

Well, yes, sir.

Now, you be careful.

That Carl Morgan--
he's smart as a lobo.

I'm not forgetting what
he did to my deputy.

Now don't let your anger
lead you into a trap.

HOSS:
Come on, Pa, it's
no time for talking.

I need two good men
to ride after the Morgans.

Two good shots.

Just two-- to ride
with me and my deputies.

Any of you.

I'll ride with you.

PRYOR:
Give me a gun.

Pryor, you're drunk.

I said I'll go.

Give me a gun.

Not you, Tom.

Not this time.

Well?

All right.

It took long enough
to wake up.

We'll get the guns for you
down at the jail.

Just a little
ways now, Billy.

You just hold on.

Carl's gonna skin us
when he sees Billy's shot.

Maybe we ought to
rest him, Zach.

Nah, it ain't far now.

There's nothing we can do
for him here no anyway.
Hyah, hyah.

It's blood all right.

Fresher than
the last we spotted.

Why didn't you watch
out for the kid?

We tried.

We did just like
you told us.

Don't take it out on me.

Ben Cartwright shot the kid.

His time's coming.

What about him, Skinner?

You're supposed to be able to
patch people up, aren't you?

I only tended to mules
in the army, Carl.

That don't mean
I can work miracles.

You're no better than
that prison butcher

that hacked up my leg!

Carl!
Shut up!

Now...

now you listen
to me, Billy.

You listen good.

You're gonna come
out of this.

You're gonna get
yourself up

and you're gonna ride
out of here with us.

You're gonna do
what I tell you.

Billy?

You hear me, Billy?!

You get up now!

Ain't no use talking to him.

He's dead.

Was me raised him.

First time I fought with Pa

was when he got liquored up
and started in to thrash Billy.

I'll settle for you, son.

That's a promise I'll keep.

We're all ready
to ride in, Carl.

You just
give the word.

(horse approaching)

Posse's coming!

Well, who'd of thought
they'd have guts enough

to comelooking for us?

Get the rifles.

We're gonna set up.

We gonna have a little
surprise party?

Yeah.

Yeah, we gonna have a
little party for 'em.

Smell a touch
of wood smoke?

Let's move out.

Don't make a move.

You ain't gonna shoot me,
are ya?

Just keep your hands high.

Don't worry, I ain't
gonna make a play.

All right, boys,
rope him.

Search the camp.

(horses neighing, man screaming)

(yells)

Feel better, Ben?

Hmm.

Just don't like making
you miss your work.

Guess they can go on
getting drunk without me.

Ben, do you think
you could sleep

if I pulled down the blind?

Anne, I don't like
being moved in here

and maybe put
you in danger.

Plenty of people in town
who'd have bedded me down.

Are you sure?

Don't count on them, Ben.

You'll make the same
mistake my husband did.

So much bitterness--
it doesn't become you.

I don't think Ed would
have wanted it that way.

Doesn't really
matter, does it?

He's dead.

Ben, at the trial,
he kept saying to me

there was nothing
to worry about.

He said, "People in this
town are my friends."

Well, it was his friends

that let Tom Pryor
talk them into a hanging.

"People in this town know me.
They're my friends."

(sighs)

I guess it wasn't till they put
the rope around his neck,

he knew any better.

Sometimes a lawyer can
sweet talk a jury

into making mistakes.

They wanted to see Ed hang.

They're like a pack of vultures.

All except you, Ben.

Look at them down there now.

The whole town all excited
over a shooting and a killing.

Oh, how's Ben doing?

Well, sir, he's
still pretty weak,

but he's getting
some rest now.

Well, tell him not to worry
about the Morgans.

We're all right here.

I reckon he knows how all
of you feel, Mr. Stanford.

Hoss, tell Ben
we'll be up to see him.

I sure will,
Mr. Martin.

We expect him to be up and
snorting for the celebration

when the sheriff brings in
the Morgan gang.

Yes, sir.

(knocking)

Hoss.
Howdy, Miss Samuels.

(door closes)

Howdy, Pa.

Pa, they wouldn't even
let me pay for that food.

That's how everybody's
feeling about this thing.

Ben, how are you doing?

Too much mollycoddling.

Well, I'll tell you one thing:

The Morgans sure picked
the wrong man

to shoot this time.

Ben, this town hasn't
been so worked up

since Ed Samuel's trial.

Oh, uh... well, uh,
what I meant to say was...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

You're sorry.

Well, that helps a lot.

As I was saying, Ben,

this town is sure
worked up about all this.

The Morgans have
been terrorizing

this neighborhood
long enough, Ben.

It's time they got
what was coming to them.

You saved my life, Ben.

And I ain't aiming to forget it.

Thank you, Ralph.

Now, there's not
going to be any
trouble, mind you.

Not with the posse
after the Morgans.

Well, we'd better not
stay too long.

Don't forget, Ben, we're keeping
a drink warm for you

down at the bar.

It's good to know
you have friends.

Oh, Ralph,

say thank you
to everybody

for all this.

It's no more than
you'd do for us.

Just take care
of yourself, Ben.

(door closing)

Now, don't look like there's
going to be any trouble, Pa.

(grunts)

Hope not.

But you know
the Morgans.

Yeah, well, even if they
give the posse the slip

and try to come in,

whole town's going
to be backing us.

I'm counting on that.

What's the matter, Pa?
(quiet groan)

(sighs)

I'm all right.

It's no good being
helpless like this.

Put a pillow
behind my head?

Yes, sir.

Well, there...

Don't you worry, now.

Old Sam's posse's probably
got them already rounded up.

I hope Sam isn't too anxious.

That Carl Morgan.

He thinks more like
an animal than a man.

That's the way you
have to fight him.

Yeah.

(horse snorting,
hoofbeats thudding outside)

(horse snorting)

Sam? Sam!

No. Let me go!

It's no use,
Mrs. Toller.

It's no use.

What is it?

Don't look like
the posse got them, Pa.

Made out
to Ben Cartwright.

It says, "We're coming
into town before sundown."

I guess we all know
who wrote it.

Well, what's the matter,
good people?

The sight of death chill you?

Shut up,
you drunken hangman.

Sam Toller had no call
to go out like that.

He left the whole town
unprotected.

It's Ben Cartwright
they're after.

Maybe we can sneak him out
of town. Hide him somewheres.

He'll be dead in an hour
if you try to move him.

If Sam Toller and his posse
couldn't take the Morgan gang,

what chance have we got?

Looks like you boys are going to
have to do a little fighting.

Sending an innocent man
to the gallows

wasn't enough for you,
was it, Pryor?

Talked the town into
hanging Ed Samuels.

Now you're trying to
talk us into more trouble.

You drunken troublemaker.

The Cartwrights shouldn't
have shot that Morgan boy.

That's what
started all this.

(laughing)

What are you laughing about,
Mr. Pryor?

Look at them.

All the big men.

All the big men in town

that were going to stand back
of Ben Cartwright, way back!

(laughing)

I think it's very funny.

(laughing)

Five dead bodies,
Mr. Pryor.

That ain't very funny.

You won't be doing
much business today.

(clock ticking)

What time does it start?

4:00, maybe.
Before sundown.

Adam and Little Joe
on their way to California,

and you and me trapped here.

Ah, take it easy, son.

You know, maybe this whole
thing's for the best.

What do you mean, Pa?

Well...

Carl Morgan and his brothers

have been preying
on this territory

like a pack of wild dogs.

And that's just the way
they have to be fought.

Pa...

Maybe I could get some
of the town's men

and ride out and meet him.

And come back
slung over your saddle?

You know,

when I was a boy...

I don't think
I ever told you boys this.

My uncle sent me out
hunting a pack of dogs

that were stealing my pet sheep.

Slogged around for
a couple of days,

never-never even
got a smell of them.

Now, when my uncle
sent me out there...

He sent me out there
to teach me something.

When I got back, he showed me.

He took an old goat
and he tethered him outside.

And then we got our guns and we
waited until that dog pack came.

Carl Morgan is like
that old brown dog.

Wild, smart.

But now there's an old goat
tethered in here

that he wants bad enough
to walk into a trap.

Which way do you figure
they'll come in, Pa?

Right down Main Street.

BEN:
They'll figure we
won't expect them

to come in right
out in the open.

Hyah!

That's the way
they'll go out, too.

It's broad and clear.

Less chance of them
getting cut off.

Mm-hmm.

They'll probably wait
till almost sundown,

hoping we'll panic.

Now, we can't keep them
from coming in.

Got to figure us how
to stop them from getting out.

Pa...

I can close off
all those side streets

with wagons
and crates and stuff.

Yeah. Yeah, that's good.

Hoss...

let's get a rope.

Get a long rope...

and pull it
right across Main Street.

Cover it up with a lot of dirt,

and you wait
till they ride past,

then you pull that rope tight.

Yeah.

And put about half
your men down there,

and make sure they don't shoot

Until the Morgans
are trapped by that rope.

Yes, sir.

Get Carter

and Stanford and Martin.

They're all good men.

Yes, sir.

(distant dog howling)

(entrance bell tinkling)

(clock ticking)

Ma'am, I'd like to
talk to Mr. Martin.

My husband's sick.

Ma'am, I just saw
him this morning.

He's sick.

(footsteps thudding
in other room)

You leave him alone.

Mr. Martin,
I need you.

Hoss, I'm the first one
in town to want to help Ben.

The first one, but...

I'm listening.

I got a wife and children
to think about.

Sometimes a man's got
to think about something

besides himself,
Mr. Martin.

Well, you tell that
to Sam Toller's wife and kids.

Look, Hoss,
I can pay your Pa back

everything that he loaned me on
what I still own for the store.

But I can't go out there,
Hoss. I can't.

Hoss!

I can, I can pay him
back everything, see?

Thank you, Mr. Martin. It ain't
money I'm needing right now.

Good day, ma'am.

(entrance bell tinkling)

It's not my job out there, Hoss.
You know that.

I'm the only doctor
in this town.

What if the Morgans kill me,

the way they did the men
on the posse?

I'll tell you something
right to your face.

I've got no quarrel
with the Morgans,

and I sure ain't
gonna go out there

and get my head blown off

just to save
Ben Cartwright.

No, sir.
I reckon you ain't.

How's Ben's wound?

Well, it soaked through
a little bit, Doc.

That bandage ought
to be changed,

but I'm sort of busy.

I'll take care of it.

Hello?!

Mr. Davis!

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Carter!

Mr. Carter, I need
you real bad.

(indistinct chatter)

What's the matter
with all of you?

You think you can sit in here
and hide from the Morgans

any better than you did from me?

No use making trouble.

It's the Morgans that's
making the trouble, not me.

Can't you get that
through your heads?

It ain't our fight.

Yeah, that's right.

It's your Pa they're
coming after.

Let the Cartwrights
fight their own battles.

They ain't part of this town.

Well, what about it?

Any of you got guts enough
to stand up and take sides?

I ain't gonna bother
asking you again, Mr. Carter.

You told my Pa
when he saved your life

that you wasn't going
to be forgetting it.

Pretty hollow-sounding
words, ain't they?

Well, I ain't gonna
do no more begging.

Hoss.

I'd like to go along,
if it's all right.

I won't be much use,
I guess. I can't shoot.

I never killed a man.

Except Ed Samuels.

Except Ed Samuels.

Maybe you don't want me.

Mr. Pryor, when
I came in here,

I was asking for men
to step forward.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're the only man
in the whole room.

I'm ready to go.

All I need is a gun.

And maybe
a couple of more drinks!

(laughing)

It's a pretty sad thing, the
smell of fear in this room.

Come on, Mr. Pryor.

Well, we're ready
when you are, Hoss.
Good.

You know, your pa once
saved me from a bunch

of drunken trail hands--
I ain't ever forgot that.

Mighty glad you're
with us, Mr. Stanford.

I didn't know what
I was gonna tell Pa.

Yeah, I guess you
already got the others

posted around town, huh?

That's it, ain't it?

Not exactly, no, sir.

Change your plans?

I mean, you got the others to go
along with you, haven't you?

Same as me?

No, sir, there...

there ain't nobody but you
and me and Mr. Pryor here.

Well, there's Martin
and, uh, Ralph Carter--

they'll go
along with us.
No, sir.

Just you and...
me and Mr. Pryor, that's all.

Just, uh, you and Pryor, huh?

That's right.

Well, no offense intended,
Hoss, but, uh...

Pryor here ain't much
of a man with a gun.

HOSS:
No, sir, I..
I reckon he ain't,

but he's willing to try.

You'll need good men
to face the Morgans.

I guess you and Ben
know that, don't you?

Yes, sir.
That's why I'm mighty glad

you're with us, Mr. Stanford.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't figure
on going it alone.

You're a good man
with a gun, aren't you?

Well, I ain't that good.

I mean, I'm no gunman,
you know that, Hoss.

Yes, sir.

I reckon you ain't no gunman.

It'd be... be different if...

there were others, but...

Well, you understand,
don't you, Hoss?

Yes, sir, I understand.

(clock ticking)

You look real
home-like now.

(laughs softly)

They shut down the saloon
for the day.

Something wrong?

No, everything's fine, Ben.

Wish Hoss would get
here with those men.

(groans):
Plans to be made.

They'll be along.

(sighs)

(horse galloping in distance)

Skinner's never done
a right thing

in his whole life.

He should've sent me
or Zach into town.

Uh-huh. Maybe with
a big red flag,

so's they'd be
sure to spot you.

But I'm parched, Carl!

What are they
doing in there?

Nothing. Just
nothing at all.

Doesn't sound like
Ben Cartwright.

But if it was a trap,
you'd have seen them
setting up for it.

That's right, there
ain't no trap, Carl.

Let's ride.

(entrance bell tinkling)

You'd better come on
in the back.

You don't want to get hit
by a stray bullet.

You want me to go out there,
is that what you want?

Well, say it, if
that's what you mean.

Do you want me
to get killed?

Do you want me to
leave you and the kids
alone in the world?

I'm doing what
I'm doing for you.

I mean it, I'm
doing it for you!

(clock ticking)

It ain't that I'm afraid.

I ain't afraid.

(entrance bell tinkling)

(clock ticking)

(entrance bell tinkling)

(ticking)

(ticking)

(glass placed on bar)
CARTER:
Brandy.

What are you
looking at?

Nothing, Mr. Carter.

Can't you get any decent
brandy in this place?

Shut up, Carter.

You got no right to kick.

None of us got
any right to kick.

If you feel that way about it,
why don't you go out there?

You're packing a gun.

Yeah.

I'm packing a gun.

(horse neighs)

We wait here till sundown.

I want to see
the Cartwrights sweat.

I want to see 'em crawl.

(ticking)

They're not gonna
do you much good, Ben,

not in your condition.

Oh, a man feels better
with a gun in his hand.

Why do you need it, Ben,

if your friends are
going to fight for you?

Where are they, Ben?

Why aren't they here?

Well, these things take time.

Men have to get ready.

They've had
plenty of time, Ben.

I told you before
and I tell you now,

don't put your faith
in any of them.

(knocking)

It hasn't been
misplaced, Anne.

(knocking)

Ma'am, Mr. Pryor here is
the only one that'd come along.

Your father's
waiting to see you.

If you'd prefer,
I'll stay out here.

It doesn't matter.

Come on in,
if you like.

I've wanted
to talk to you,

to tell you how sorry
I am about everything.

Oh, everybody's sorry,

but that doesn't
bring back my husband.

No.

Nothing can do that.
(sighs)

But it was a mistake.

At the time I was certain
that Ed was guilty.

You didn't care whether
he was guilty or not.

You only wanted to win a case,
to see him hang.

Big district attorney,

make a name
for himself,

further his political career.

It's as simple as that,
isn't it, Mr. Pryor?

Admit it.

I've paid, Mrs. Samuels.

I hope you never
stop paying for it.

Pa wants to see you.

I'm surprised to
see you here, Pryor.

I've already told Pa
how everybody drew lots

to see who'd be
the town spokesman.

They picked a strange spokesman.

I have some reputation left

as a good spokesman,
Mr. Cartwright.

Are the men ready?

All that are willing.

How many are there?

The town spoke
with one voice, sir.

All your friends
took the same stand.

That's right, Pa, everybody
feels the same way about it.

BEN:
Well, keep them calm--
don't let them get nervous.

Remember, don't
let them shoot

till the Morgans get past
the center of town.

I'll tell them, Pa.

I'd rather be
out there with you.

HOSS:
I know, Pa, but...
don't you worry,

everything's gonna
be all right.

Tell him, Hoss.

Tell him the whole story.

I've already told him
everything he needs to know.

You holding
anything back, Hoss?

HOSS:
Only that we

figured not to put
anybody up here,

because he'd just
draw fire anyhow.

Mm. That makes sense.

Should be
pretty soon now.

Take care of yourself, Hoss.

Yes, sir.

Hoss?

Why didn't you tell him?

Well, ma'am,
I can't just tell him

that all his friends
quit on him.

You can't face
Morgan alone.

Not... not with him.

Well, we got to do
the best we can.

But you'll
be killed.

Right now, ma'am,
that seems most likely.

(door opens)

(door closes)

All right,
time to move out.

(horse neighs)

All right.

Well, it's just
about that time.

Ought to make
a real good show.

What about us?
If there's fighting,

the Morgans are gonna
shoot up this town.

That's for sure, maybe get
some of us killed to boot.

I don't want to be around
when the lead starts flying.

It's so blamed unparticular
just who it hits.

Hey! Hey!

HOSS:
That's good.
Hold it.

Well, looks like the show's
gonna be right here.

Well, that means shooting.

Let's drift.
Yeah.

HOSS:
All right, let's go, Mr. Pryor.

Now, wait, I
need a drink.

Not now.
Hoss, I tell you,
I need a drink.

Not now, Mr. Pryor.

You want me to
die out here?

Mr. Pryor,
you listen to me.

I don't care what you do
once this thing's over with.

You can lay down and die
and rot in the street.

But you offered to come
along on this thing,

and you're gonna stick
till it's over with, Mr. Pryor.

Do you understand that?
You're gonna stick!

(panting):
All right, let's go.

(ticking)

(feet shuffling nearby)

Now, get on back across the
street and stay out of sight.

As soon as the Morgans
ride across the rope,

pull the stove loose.

You understand?
Yeah.

Mr. Pryor, I know
you're feeling bad,

but you just gotta make it.

It ain't gonna be long now.

I don't know.

I don't think
I can make it.

You gotta.

Just do the best
you can, Mr. Pryor.

That's all any man can do.

(clock ticking)

(coughs)

Well, gentlemen, I find myself
drinking in worthy company.

Yes, gentlemen,

I'm a deserter just as you are.

Shut up, Pryor.

Bartender, give me
another drink.

Help me to drown my soul

as my friends have
succeeded in doing.

The surcease they find in this

is only fleeting,

for tomorrow
and all their tomorrows

they'll awaken to new
pangs of conscience.

Why don't you shut up?

You let me hound
an innocent man to death,

and you cheered while he died.

Well, now, gentlemen, it's
you who are the executioners.

You're letting good men die
when you could save them.

You were out there.

Why ain't you out there now?

I was afraid.

(sighs)

Just like you, gentlemen,
I was afraid.

You're hiding, gentlemen.

You're hiding from yourselves.

And you're running.

You'll never be able to stop

because you can't hide
within yourself.

I'm only good
for making speeches

and speeches aren't
much good now, are they?

There's no time for speeches.

What's he up to?

I don't know.

Where you going, Doc?

Out to keep an obligation.

(ticking)

Anne, are you sure that
everything's ready?

Yes, Ben.

And Hoss got all
the men placed?

All of them.

It's gonna be fine, Anne.

It's gonna be just...

BEN:
What is it?

They're coming in, Ben.

The Morgans are coming in.

Where's Pryor?

He's gone.

His nerve didn't last.

Ain't you gonna run, too?

I got some of
my nerve back.

I'm no hand with
a gun, but maybe

there's something
else I can do.

There is, Doc.

Look here.

It's too quiet, Carl.

Maybe they took
Ben Cartwright out.

He's here.

He wouldn't run away
from a fight.

(banging)

Sure enough thought...
Shut up!

Sure, Carl.

Stay close and tight.

I'm not covering for anybody
that's got no more sense

than a stray getting
cut out of the herd.

(hoofbeats thudding outside)

Ben Cartwright!

Come on out to face me
or be dragged out!

Something's gone wrong.

They should've been
cutting them off by now.

Cartwright!

Listen to me, and listen good.

Whoever's hiding the Cartwrights

better get them
out here and fast!

Or I'm not going to
just tree this town,

I'm going to burn it to ashes!

Help me.

Hoss lied to me, didn't he?
Yes.

There's nobody out there
to face them but him.

It's no use, Ben, you'll
only get yourself killed!

All right, you had your time.

Now I'm going house by house,

and I'm going to kill
everything that moves

till I get to the Cartwrights!

(horses neighing)

(gunshots)

I can't get a clear shot,
get me outside!

Hyah!

(groans)

Over here, Morgan!
(screams)

Pa, you all right?

I gotta get you upstairs.

I'm all right.

We'll wait here together.

I don't feel much
of anything now.

Love.

Hate.

Nothing.

That's only for the living.

Anne... forget the hate.

It's too quiet, Pa.

They're trying to
keep us guessing.

You killed them, Cartwright!

You killed all my brothers!

Now make your play face-to-face
if you got the guts for it!

This is my play, Hoss.

Pa, I can't
let you do it.

Hoss...

Yes, sir.

(cocks gun)

Billy.

I tried, Billy.

(townsfolk murmuring)

Pa, are you all right?

Ah, I'm all right.

Tired.

(sighs heavily)

A man... a man
expects a lot.

Too much.

I don't know, Pa.

I reckon they done
about as much as they could.

Tom Pryor, Doc Travis.

Sure right.

Shouldn't have
forgotten about them.

There are men who... who
do as much as they can.

Even more.

It makes up
for all the rest.