All language subtitles for fort dobbs (1958), Clint Walker, MKV, SRT, 720P, Ronbo

THE RONBO COLLECTION

- Looking for somebody?
- Yeah.

- Johanson?
- Where is he?

Why?

- I'm going to kill him.
- Not in Largo.

Keeping the law in this town is my job
and I intend to do it, no matter what.

- I'll remember that.
- You better had,

I'd hate to have to hang you.

See that sheriff?

Now I see it.

Trouble.

Comanches with warpaint on will
tore this territory wide open.

- Without splitting...
- So?

- So how long we have to keep after him?
- Till we get him.

Or they do.

Sheriff...

- Like they did this to him.
- I'm glad they did.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Ma, Ama...

Ma...

Ma...

- You all right?
- I think so.

I'm Mrs. Grey.

- This here is my son Chad.
- I shot you.

He says he caught trying to
take one of our a horses.

Well?

- Boy is right.
- You see, you see Ma I told you.

- The horses...
- Chad.

I lost my horse someways back.

A man on foot is
not worth much in this country.

You could have asked for
the loan of a horse.

- Yes ma'am, seems I've made a mistake.
- You ask me, I think we ought to hang him.

Just wait until dad is back,
he'll know what to do.

That will be enough Chad, now put the
gun down and go grain the animals.

- But ma...
- Do like I say.

Yes, ma'am.

- Where is your husband?
- In Largo, he'll back today.

- He won't be here.
- What you mean?

The hills are crawling with Comanche.

Most likely he has been cut off
or he's forted up somewhere.

- But he wouldn't leave us out here alone.
- Not if he had a choice.

Mind if I take my gun?

Go right ahead.

If I were you Ms. Grey, I get out
of here while you still got time.

A few days will put you in Fort Dobbs.
You'll be safe there.

I can't do that.

It's the only thing you can do.

- Look mister...
- Davis.

Gar Davis.

Mr. Davis, I know this
ranch don't look like much...

but it is all we have.

What about the boy?

Kind of young to die for a broken down
house and a plain barn, isn't he?

I'd think you'd understand.

I understand Injuns...

it will be over quick with the youngster.

But you're a handsome woman Mrs. Grey.

- Will take you alive.
- I don't scare easy Mr. Davis.

I hope not.

This is a Comanches war party over
the corral watching every move we make.

Start walking at the house
like nothing is wrong.

Do like I tell you.

- Look, ma.
- That did it.

Take it easy on these shells,
They'll be here for a while.

What you going to do?

I think the only thing we can do
is try to hold out until dark.

If we make it till then, we got a chance.

Get a hand on those horses out there
before they do, we make a break for it.

- I'm scared, Mr. Davis.
- Yes ma'am, so am I.

You sit there until morning
feeling sorry for yourself Mrs. Grey?

Comanches will like that.

Haven't you ever lost anything Mr. Davis?

Yes, ma'am.

But I learned not to look back.

Is something wrong?

We could get caught in
that open and will be.

You and the boy wait here.

Comanches, looks like the whole nation.

- Let's circle high around.
- No, Mr. Davis.

- We going back.
- Back?

We're only two days out of Largo, you
can take us there as well as to Dobbs.

- I can't do that.
- You mean you won't.

I mean I can't.

- My husband is...
- We're going to Fort Dobbs Ms. Grey.

I take the boy on the cross
and then come back after you.

I can get across without your help.

Maybe you can, maybe you can't.
But you wait here like I told you.

Hold, I told you to wait.

Feeling better?

Yes.

I, I'm sorry Mr. Davis. I acted like a fool.

Yes ma'am, really.

After all you've done for Chad
and me, I never even thanked you.

We're not at Dobbs yet.

- Mr. Davis?
- Yes ma'am.

Why wouldn't you take us back to Largo?

If troubles go on your husband
can pick you up at the fort.

I'm not talking about my
husband I'm talking about you.

You are running away from
something, aren't you?

You were running away that night...

back at the ranch when
you tried to take one of our horses.

Why?

I'm obliged for your concern Mrs. Grey.

But it's none of my business, eh?

Some things are better left alone.

I see.

No ma'am, you don't.

- My husband, you killed him.
- What are you talking about?

This.

- I took this of a dead man.
- After you shot him in the back.

That's you knew why he wasn't coming home.

That's why you wouldn't take us to Largo.

And that's why running away.

Give me that, you...

Now listen to me, listen to me.

I had a posse on my tail
they were aim to hang me.

I traded coats with a
dead man that thrown off.

If it was your husband I am sorry.
But it was the only way I had.

You're lying,
you killed him, you killed him.

- Mr. Davis.
- It's all right, I see him.

- Oh, who you know, Gar Davis.
- Hello Clett, you lost?

You ought to know me better than that,
I always know where I'm going.

Boy, you got yourself a lot of
lonesome ground, aren't you?

I like that though,
it quiets me down, the sight.

- You're still killing, Clett?
- I'm alive.

- Are you?
- Much as you are.

I've come through Largo while back
there they brought in your horse.

He said he left him in some
canyon, with a hole in your back.

That he said.

I heard that kind touched me.

Went to saloon and had
couple of drinks over you.

Grieving or celebrating?

There were both.

That's yours?

Comanches overrun her ranch.
Taking her and the boy to Dobbs.

You going to take a long
way around, ain't you?

Not that I blame you.

A fine looking woman.

You doing all right
for a dead man, ain't you?

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

Plugs me I understand,
you're going to Fort Dobbs.

I'm heading that way myself and...

be real honor if you'd let me
ride along with you ways.

I'm getting real tired
talking to them mules.

You're friend of Mr. Davis?

No, he is not.

Let's back that.

I think you best be moving along Clett.

I'm talking to the lady.

I'm talking to you.

Anything you got to do,
do it somewhere else.

We're all headed for the same place.

I don't see no harm in sticking together.

Extra gun liable come in handy.

Not your gun.

Maybe you don't want us
to get to Fort Dobbs?

Could it be you're afraid they might
find out what happened in Largo?

She knows, eh?

Think she does.

Now, If she tells them soldiers at
the Fort you ain't dead...

go kind tough on you, eh?

Set out to take them to Dobbs and
that's what I full intend to do.

You're a nick.

You sure you don't want me going with you?

Real sure.

It suit yourself.

Like I said, we're all
going to the same place.

I'll be seeing you, Gar.

Come on, Joby.

Very pleased to met you, ma'am.

Got any ideas about using that
rifle Ms. Grey, better forget them.

Kill me and you and the boy
will never get to Dobbs.

- Mr. Davis?
- Yeah?

Sorry I shot you and
called you a horse thief.

That's all right.

No, I mean...

My dad says a man should never say words
against anybody unless he knows all the facts.

He said sometimes the
things can look one way and...

turn out to be all together something else.

Should've caught you stealing that horse...

Why are we stopping?

Your mother, she's fallow behind.

She walks good, but she
ain't much on a horse.

How much longer we got to go, Mr. Davis?

Oh, we ought to be
in Dobbs some time tomorrow.

My dad, he's going to meet
us there, ain't he?

- Ain't he?
- That depends.

Oh, don't. He'll get through, take
more than a few Indians to stop my dad.

You wait and see.

- Chad?
- Yes, sir.

While back before I ran
into you and your mother, I...

found a man.

He'd been ambushed,
had an arrow in his back.

- Yes, sir?
- Well...

You go riding up over
that ridge without looking first

same thing is liable to happen to you.

Now, go back and ride with your mother.

- But...
- Just do like I tell you.

What is it?

But your horses stand.

If I make it across the flats to those
rocks, you and the boy come on across.

If I don't.

See that long peek, ride for it and
don't stop until you come to the river.

Will take you a couple of days out of
the way but runs on down to Dobbs.

You thinking to leave us, Mr. Davis?

I've thought about it.

Can't.

Keep thinking how you'd look after
the Comanches get through with you.

Told you an extra gun might come in handy.

- Told you to ride for the river.
- I only thought I...

Oblige you don't think at all, Ms. Grey.

It won't happen again.

Well, I'd like a good argument as much as the
next fellow, but I think we ought to get up

to this higher grounding case of
them Comanches is going to try again, eh?

Hey son...

- Let's go catch Mr. Davis's horse for him.
- Yes, sir.

- Hear ma, I'm going to help Mr. Davis.
- All right son.

- You've good little boy, Mrs. Grey.
- Yes.

- You sure make good coffee, ma'am.
- Thank you.

You know I always did say if I had to take up
with a woman she's got to cook first,

and then be good looking in second.

But I never did have
much good luck with women.

Well, I ran with a few of them now
and then, but nothing serious, but no.

Except this one time down
in Bigsby, about a half year ago.

This old gal claimed right
out she wanted to marry me.

Told everybody.

Everybody except her husband.

Well, he came about that close to
hit me in back with a shotgun.

I get shivers every time I think about it.

It taught me once lesson, though.

You always check the brand first,

In that way you'll know if you
run in somebody else's stock, see?

- Would you like a little more coffee?
- Yes, ma'am.

- How long have you known Mr. Davis?
- Oh, a long time.

You know Mrs. Grey, it might
sound kind of silly to you.

I was laying here thinking
in the meanwhile about something.

I'm going to keep looking for a woman
and she's going to be just like you.

Same color hair...

same kind of eyes...

and all, same thing all over.

But I ought to have look pretty far
just to find one near as handsome.

Oh, it troubles me alright,
get my heart set on something.

Say, like a good blooded horse,

I just know living with myself
if I get my hands on that animal.

Gross one, just like it.

You know what I mean Mrs. Grey?

You're got talk all day, Clett?

- Somebody ought to be standing guard.
- You are right.

Suppose you start, eh?

You never seen one of them before, have you?

It's a new Henry.

15 shells and one in the chamber.

Brass framing, rim-fire,
Gordon Sonny and shoot always.

The mules are carrying
100 more just like it.

I figure I'd sell them in Santa Fe
over to the Comanches,

up there they will bring up a piece of money.

If I get through.

- And If you don't?
- Well, I'll make it.

- One way or the other, eh?
- Mean what?

Comanches pay gold for guns, don't they?

- You do think I'd do things like that?
- I know you would.

- Yes, sometimes I don't like him.
- I hate him.

- You do?
- He killed my husband.

Mrs. Grey?

- I couldn't sleep.
- That's good, I'm glad.

You know, it's a lonesome night.

A shame, ain't it?

In so, this country ain't
safe when it's this dark.

Mrs. Grey?

Your husband, how come he stood up to Gar?

Didn't, he shot him in the back.

A man got to have a pretty
good reason to kill from behind.

You that reason, Mrs. Grey?

- No.
- But you travel with him.

Had no choice.

You have now.

We could be in Dobbs this morning.

Mean, you take us there?

That depends, ma'am.

A man can do an awful lot
of things for a woman like you.

What are you doing?

Oh, Gar has already done
one man in the back.

You don't think I'm going to take a
chance of some like that happen to me,

unless you want to give
something in return, do you?

Turn her loose, Clett.

Might be better all around
if you just pack up and move on.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

That way you'll have her
all yourself for the night.

Is that why you killed her husband?

Get up.

I ain't going to quarrel with you Gar.

Not at all, you can have her.

He said he was going to
take us to Fort Dobbs.

I got to make sure Chad and I get there.

Can't wait to turn me in, can you?

Why didn't you just have
Clett shoot me in the back?

Like you shot my husband, eh?

I left a man dead man in Largo, Mrs. Grey.

But I didn't kill your husband.

Hey, Gar.

It's going to be a next time.

Chad.

Chad.

Chad.

Chad...

He can't be far, he's on foot.

He must've heard last night.

Yes, ma'am.

What are you going to do?

He's been lied to Mrs Grey, when
find him tell him the truth.

How do you tell a boy you killed his father?

How do you tell a woman you didn't?

Chad?

Be, just let me be.

- Listen to me there's something I didn't...
- My dad is dead, you killed him.

You wrong, Chad.

- Wrong as I was for not telling you.
- Go away.

Not til you know how was.

Man that I was telling about,

the one that the Comanches
ambushed, was your father.

My dad could take care of himself.
He could've got through.

- He died trying.
- You killed him.

Was dead when I found him.

Dead because he didn't want to leave you
and your mother alone when you needed.

You're lying.

I heard what my ma said. You shot him.

Why?

I didn't kill your father, Chad.
I am telling you the truth, boy.

Don't believe you.

All right, have it your way.

That's no reason to run off and
leave your mother like you did.

When we get to Fort Dobbs,
who's going to take care of her?

I will, I'll take care
of her, but I don't need you.

I hate you and I'm going to
keep on hating you.

And someday I'm going to kill you.

Just like you did to my dad. In the back.

Mrs. Grey, we'd move out
any time you finished eating.

We finished.

You'll make it alone from here.

Where are you going?

I told you that, they likely be
waiting for me when I got there.

They wouldn't have to know.

I'll tell them.

Take care of your mother.

Bye, Ms. Grey.

Bye.

Chad?

Give me the gun, Chad.

- Do you believe him?
- I believe what your father said.

Sometimes things can look one way and
turn out to be all together something else.

Give me the gun.

Hello.

I'm Mrs. Grey, the Comanches burned us out.

Get Chad inside.

Get on the wall.

Who's in charge here?

I am.

Hello, Gar.

I heard you dead on the bottom of
that canyon, it seems that was wrong..

How soon are they going to try us again?

It's no telling, they
got everything their way.

They won't be in
any hurry to get it over with.

We thought it'd be safe here.

We started from Largo with
15 wagons. The whole town.

That's all that's left.

You'd think they'd had
enough killing by now.

What are we going to do?

Only thing we can do...

Bury the dead and wait.

Gar...

Just for the record...

we get out of here...

you're going back with me.

Real quiet, aren't they?

Too quiet.

- Mrs. Grey?
- Yes.

Gar told me about your husband.

- He told you?
- Yes, ma'am.

He said us how you thought he did it.

A Comanche arrow killed
your husband, Mrs. Grey.

Gar traded clothes with him
to keep him from hanging.

What about the dead man in Largo?

That's all together different.

When Gar Davis first came to Largo
he was making his way with a gun.

For four years he was either
in trouble or in jail, mostly both.

Then he met a woman.

Talk had it they were going to get married.

Gar even went to work outside the town.

At the end of the week
he'd coming to be with her.

But between, well...

She didn't act much like a woman intended.

There were those who told her that
she was going to get herself in trouble,

carrying on behind Gar's back.

Taking up with this man, and then the next.

But she wouldn't listen.

One night she got herself hurt.

Fellow she was running
with had been drinking.

He got mean, he beat
her so she could hardly walk.

When Gar found out about it she lied to
him, just as she's been doing all along.

She told him how the fellow had no
call to do what he had done to her.

Gar believed her.

He swore he'd kill him.

I could've stopped him, Ms. Grey.

But how do you tell a man
his woman is no good.

How do you tell a man?

Mr. Davis...

- Yes, ma'am?
- The sheriff told me what happened in Largo.

Did he?

You must've loved her very much.

I've been wrong all along and I'm sorry.

It's something the sheriff didn't tell you.
That man, the one I killed...

before he died he told me how was with her.

I was the only one in Largo who didn't know.

She was no good.

The trouble is that I had to
kill a man to find that out.

What are you going to do?

Night alone, if can I get
to Santa Fe and get help.

- But they'll kill you.
- I'll try.

Please don't do it.

Is the only thing I can do.

I thought it over.
It's the only chance we got.

- He's right, Ms. Grey.
- Are you going to let him go?

Anybody can get through the dark.

Fetch up a couple of wagons,
and send them out empty.

We can make them think we're
trying to make a run for it.

Maybe they'll keep them busy enough
to get me across that open ground.

Right.

Gar...

Yes, ma'am?

Be careful.

I plan to.

Mr. Davis?

Good luck.

Thanks, Chad.

You ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Sheriff, just for
that record of yours...

Day I went looking for Johanson I wasn't
planning on killing him like I said...

Just figured on beating
him like he did to her.

Was a scatter gun on the table
between us and he went for it.

I had no choice.

Don't keep us waiting.

Open them up.

Move them out.

You looking for me?

You get yourself killed
sneaking up on a man that way.

- Where's that woman?
- Left her in Dobbs.

And why did you do that for?

Half the people in Largo are
forted up there, they need help.

What's the matter of all them soldiers?

Comanches over run them before we got there.

They sent you out, eh?

What are they trying to do?
Save themselves the trouble of hanging?

I was going to Santa Fe.

Now that I found you, I won't have to.

- One more man ain't going to do any good.
- I'm not talking about one man.

Talking about these guns.

- Well, they ain't for sale right now.
- I ain't buying.

- It sounds like you faith to take them.
- If I have to.

Gar, you got real lucky back there.

Because I've got me a rule,
I never fight a man over a woman,

Think it ain't worth it.

But these Henrys are something else.

Comanches are going to be
hitting Dobbs again real quick.

We start now we can still be back in time.

There's a lot of women and children there.

I guess you don't understand, do you?

It's everything I got
wrapped up in them rifles.

I'm going to sell them in Santa Fe
and I'm going to ride out there rich.

Then I'll keep going clean out of
this territory for good enough.

Now look Gar, there ain't no sense in
this going against each other like this.

Wasn't for me, you'd be back in a

canyon on the grounds where
the Comanches jumps you.

- Remember that, don't you?
- Yeah, I remember.

Figured you would.

Now, you know you're
on the run the same as I am.

Why don't we just ride along together?

I'm getting tired of
being out here all alone.

Give me a hand, Clett.

You think you save them back there
in Dobbs is going to make any difference?

They ain't got not use for the likes
like you and me. They never will either.

- I'm taking the guns.
- You wouldn't try it.

Looks like there's no other way.

What are they waiting for?

They'll be along.

Feeling better, Wally?

- I'll be all right.
- Good.

You men get back up to the wall.

It won't do any good sheriff, there
ain't enough of us to hold them.

If they come us again like last
time, they'll over run us for sure.

There just ain't enough of us, sheriff.

Yes, may I say we sent
the wrong man for help.

Like it's not, he's still running.

- You got a gun.
- Nobody asked me.

Nobody asked him either.

Now get back up and stand the wall.

Or give your guns to the women.

- There are.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Mrs. Grey?

You'll be safer inside.

- Think he got through?
- I hope so.

Sheriff...

Get on in with the boy, Mrs. Grey,
You women get on inside the house.

You men back on the wall.

Open the gate.

They had enough.

- Can I help?
- Yes, please.

Well, they'll all be back
in Largo in a few days.

Yes, ma'am.

What about yourself?

Figure to go on Santa Fe.

I've been talking to the sheriff, and
he said these two horses should

bring in enough money
for coach paid to St. Louis.

My family is there and
they'll take care of us.

I see.

I want to thank you for
everything you've done for us.

Mrs. Grey...

I've been thinking it.

That's your horse I'm riding, you'll be
want to take him along with you.

I hope we can manage without him.

By. Ma'am.

Goodbye.

Understand Mrs. Grey and the
boy are going on to Santa Fe.

I don't suppose anybody would mind much if
you'd be ride along and see they got there.

Please, Mr. Davis?
We've come this far together.

Well?

You're forgetting something,
aren't you sheriff?

Yeah.

All right, we're moving out.

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