All language subtitles for Hell.Bent.for.Leather.1960.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[ Tin Clanking,
Scraping ]

[ Rocks Tumbling ]

Water. Please.

Water.

Now, take it easy there.
You'll kill yourself.[ Coughs ]

That's enough.

What are you doin',
stumbling around out here
in these hills on foot?

What happened
to your horse?[ Panting ]

Dead.

How long?

Two days.

All right.
That's enough.

Come on. You'd better
have something to eat.

That's a real
fancy shotgun
you've got there.

I like it.

All I've got is beans--

[ Gunshot ][ Groans ]

[ Horse Whinnies ]

[ Nickers ]

[ Shouts ]
Anybody here?

Somethin' you want?

[ Chuckles ]

Beginnin' to think
this town was deserted.

Why didn't you answer?I wasn't sure I heard.

Where is everybody?Funeral.

What's that?I say most everybody's
up at the funeral.

Sheriff too?We ain't got no sheriff.

Nate Perrick
is the nearest to it.
He's up there.

You own these horses?I own 'em.

How much for this black,
and a work saddle
and bridle?

Well, I couldn't say
for clear.

Uh, I always did prize
that horse kinda high.

Forty dollars.Forty?

That for the horse.
Ten more for the saddle
and bridle.

You throw in
a blanket.

Fifty dollars?

If I wasn't in such a hurry,
I'd have talked
you down to 40.

I hate to pour salt
in your wounds,

but, business like it is,
you could've got off with 30.
[ Chuckles ]

How 'bout food?
Is there someplace open?

I said, is there
someplace open?

No, no. No place open.
J-Just Gamble's.

A saloon?
They got food there?

That's what the sign says.

I want this horse
saddled and ready to go
in about 10 minutes.

I want a bill of sale.
Can you handle it
yourself?

Well, I got me a boy here
somewheres about. Booth.

Booth! Booth!

[ Galloping Hooves ]

Yeah?

Sign outside says
you got food.

Old Ben's
the fellow you want.
Runs the livery.

Sweep out his place,
he's likely to give you
a tin of sop.

Well, a tin of sop
wasn't exactly
what I had in mind.

[ Sniffs ]

Well, say, you gotta
understand the trash
I get through here.

About that food.Yeah.

Lamb fries and swamp seed,
fresh on the stove.

Best you'll get
this side of the mountain.That'll be fine.

A little something
to go with it?
Whiskey, maybe?

Beer'll do.Sure.

Where you down from?
The hills?

I mean,
from the look of ya.

Misery in them hills
this time of year.

Heat one minute,
flood the next.

Kinda makes a body wonder
what ya been doin' up there.

Look, I'm in
kind of a hurry.

Never hold up
a man in a hurry.

- I sure would like that beer.
- What? Oh.

[ Tap Continues
Running ]

You said
the food was ready.

Food? Yeah, yeah, sure.
Right away.

Hey, how you comin'
with that--

Hey!

Hey, you there!

Say, what's going on around
here? Where does that bartender
think he's goin'?

I don't know.
Maybe he figures
he's late for the funeral.

You know, I've been havin' me
a time tryin' to pick out
a saddle for you.

And besides that,
Blackie's kinda hard to catch.

So I notice.

See if you can get
a bridle on him.
I'll find a saddle.

Sure, sure.
You know how it is.

Some folks like one kind
of a saddle, and some folks
like another kind of a saddle.

That's just
the way it is.
Now, come here, Blackie.

What's wrong
with this one?

Well, that's all right.

[ Clopping Hooves ]

I asked you
for a bill of sale.

I'm not about to get shot
for stealing a horse
I paid 40 bucks for.

Why, sure, sure.
I'll fix it up for you.
I got part of it down here.

But I'll have to
have your name
on this here paper.

Santell.

Clay Santell.

S-A-N--

T-E-L-L.

There. I guess
that does 'er.

Well, let's have it.

No good, Travers.

What?

See it, Nate,
how quick he answers
to that name?

I'm not answering to anything.
Look. What are you trying
to work yourselves up to?

Santell. That what
you call yourself?Clay Santell.

Got any proof
of that?

What's it say?

Telegram.
"Clay Santell,
Cedar City, Utah.

Acknowledge
pick up consignment
of 42 horses...

at Iron Wells, New Mexico,
no later August 19th.
Frank Hunter."

- What do you want
with horses?
- That's my business.

Your business?That's right.

Pick up horses from a breeder,
trail 'em to a buyer
and sell 'em for a profit.

- That still don't tell
where you've been.
- Sure, it does.

Right here in the telegram.
Cedar City, Utah.

What you do,
walk all the way?

Well, I--
I got bushwhacked
yesterday.

That a fact?
Who?

I don't know who.[ Man #1 ]
He don't know.

This fella came to my camp
yesterday on foot,
asking for water.

Looked like
he was about half dead.

Well, he-- He jumped me
and took my horse.

[ Clay ]
That's what happened.

Look, I don't know
what's going on here, but I--

Not hardly, you don't![ Perrick ] We're a quiet
little community.

We've never had grief
or a need for law, except
what I apply when called on.

Two days ago,
all that changes.

A runaway killer named Travers
comes down out of the hills,

followed south
by that marshal
from Colorado.

Holes up
in the old Shattuck place
in the woods.

Old Abe and his wife,
as fine a pair
as you'd ever know.

Marshal, he does
the only thing he can do.
He comes down here for help.

By the time we got there,
Travers was gone.

Not the Shattucks though.
They were still there,
what was left of 'em.

[ Man #1 ]
All that Travers
left behind was his horse.

Now, look.
You don't think I had--

A man comes out of
the hills, no horse.

Comes into town just when
the funeral's goin' on, pickin'
a time when nobody's here.

Yeah, makin' sure
there's no lawmen about.

And in such an all-fired
hurry to get goin'.Packin' a heap of money too.

Now, like I told you,
I've got to be in Iron Wells
tomorrow morning.

You're lyin', boy.

I'm not lying.

That fancy-lookin' shotgun--
it tells it.

Soon as I seen that,
I knew he was Travers.

That shotgun--
Where'd you get it?

Well, this fella
that came into camp--
he had it.

I fired off at him,
and he dropped it.

Now, ain't that
a coincidence?

Yeah, the shotgun
with silver work on it.
That's all Travers ever uses.

Not a bullet,
clean and simple,
but a shot.

Jagged little pellets,
rippin' on a man's insides
or face.

And the look of him,
just like the marshal said.

A medium-sized man
this side of 30.

That description
fits a lot of men.

Perrick, you speak
for us in this town.

You gonna do your job,
or do I?

I don't know.

Well, I do.
I know this is the man.

You've never seen
Travers.

None of us has seen him,
except the marshal
that's after him.

The marshal ain't here.

He'll be here.
The boy went for him.

I don't wait.

[ Grunts ]

[ Man ]
Hold it right there.

Get away from him,
both of ya.

What are you tryin' to do,
save the government the price
of hangin' this man?

What do you mean,
hangin'?On your feet, Travers.

Listen.
My name's Santell.

I never even heard
of Travers until today.

Then I've been four months
chasin' a man with your face.

Nobody's been chasin' me
anywhere.

I've been trailin' horses.

Go ahead, read that.

You'll get your chance
for readin',

in front of a jury
in Denver.

Unless you'd prefer
a rope here.

Denver?
What's this about Denver?

Where he's goin'
for trial.

Get him up
on that horse.

Why not here?
Circuit judge'll be through
in a couple of weeks.

He'll pay for it in Denver
with a legal hangin',
not a lynchin'.

Fourteen people
that varmint killed.
Two of 'em I knew.

Maybe I don't make
myself clear.

The United States government
wants this man.

It sent me out here
to find him and bring him
back to Denver.

That's just what
I'm going to do.

But you got no jurisdiction,
not down here.
Tell him, Perrick!

All the jurisdiction
I need.

Move out, Travers.

I don't mind telling ya,
you really had me goin'
for a while...

till I figured out
what you were up to.

Thanks for pullin' me
out of that mess back there.

I pulled you
out of somethin'?Sure, back there in town.

That's one way
of lookin' at it.

You don't think
I'm Travers, do ya?[ Laughs ] Not a hair.

That fella stole my horse--
he must be the man
you're lookin' for.

Say, uh, if you don't mind,
I've got to be in Iron Wells
tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna have to push it
to get there as it is.

But I was just thinkin',
those people
back there in town,

worked up like they are
and thinkin' about you
the way they do,

if they was to see me
let you go--

There's none of them out here.
They're not gonna see a thing.

You're wrong, friend.
Look over there.

♪♪ [ Organ ]

All but the few
you saw in town,

down in that house
a-readin' and a-singin'.

Funeral, huh?

Nothing like these people
for prayin' for their dead.

[ Chuckles ]
Unless it's their taste
for revenge.

Yes, sir,

I bet if they ever
got their hands on Travers,
they'd tear him to pieces.

I'd say them woods
would be a lot safer
than out here on this road.

We'll take that trail.Well, how far?

That's one thing
I've never been able
to measure--

how far a man's
gotta run to be safe.

Hey, let's hold up here,
mister.

Marshal.

Marshal Harry Deckett.

Well, look, Marshal,

I think we've gone
about far enough.

I'm not Travers,
and you said you knew it.

Yes, I did.

Yeah, I said that.

Trouble is,
they don't know it.

What I mean is
they took ya for him
back there in town.

Kinda makes a man think,
don't it?

Well, it's beginning to.

Now, you take me,
a lawman.

Four months
swallowin' dust,

dust kicked up by a killer
wanted in three states
and a territory.

This close I come to him.

You any idea
what it'd have meant to me
to bring him in?

This close,
half a dozen times.

[ Chuckles ]
But this killer,

this Travers,
he don't capture.

He makes it away.

Maybe you can still get him.

Capture him?Sure. Why not?

[ Chuckles ]
Not a prayer.

He's over the border by now,
gone... on your horse.

Still, there's
that thought.

What thought?

You, wanderin' out of the hills,
bein' mistaken for Travers,

the whole town willin'
to swear to the fact.

What I mean is, uh,

to some men that'd
present a possibility,
wouldn't you say?

We're just talkin',
of course, but, uh,

just say, suppose
I was to put me a bullet
in your head, bury ya--

[ Nickers ]

[ Woman ]
Hold still now.

Almost done.

How much longer
we gotta stay here?

[ Girl ]
How much longer?

I'm hungry.Till the funeral's
over.

What's
a funeral?What are ya, dumb?

It's buryin' people,
ain't it, Jan?That's right.

[ Girl ]
I'm tired, Jan.

- It won't be long now.
- [ Boy ] How come we can't
go up to the house?

Because they want you here.

'Cause
we're children?

Yes, that's it.

[ Girl ]
You ain't children.
How come you ain't up there?

She's taking care of us.
She's told to.

They don't want us
to see the dead people.
I bet that's why we can't go up.

I seen dead people
before.

Not like these, you ain't.
You know what Pa says
that killer Travers done to 'em?

[ People Chattering ][ Jan ]
Children.

[ Man #1 ] Escaped? When?[ Man #2 ] Just now.
The marshal had him.

Says he came
through here.

My rifle.
Hey, lookee there.
He took my rifle.

[ Chattering Continues ]Is everything
all right in here, Janet?

I-- Yes.

We want all the children
in the house quickly.
Travers is hereabouts somewhere.

Travers?

Broke away from
the marshal up trail.

Ladies, will you stay
in the house, please?Come on, girls. Let's hurry.

[ Chattering Continues ]Travers--
h-he's loose.

If you'd have let us
handle him, this'd
never have happened.

All right, children.
Come quickly.

[ Children Shouting ]

[ Child ]
Come on.

Beat the bushes.
Don't pass a tree.

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

What are you doing here, honey?
In the house with you
right away.

Somebody says
there's an Indian around here
knows how to trail.

Yeah, there is.
You want me to get him?

No. I need you here.
I'll need your guns.

Johnson knows where
the Indian lives.All right, you men. Spread out.

Anybody check
that bunkhouse there?

No one left there, Marshal.
The kids are all
in the house.

Get over
to that window.

Now, look, I know
what you're thinkin', but--
Come on, move.

Any of them
left out there?

Just Mr. Jared,
I think.

What about the horses?

They're all gone,
except the ones
on the buckboard.

Can you drive
that thing?

No.

My guess is you can.
Come on.

Get me a few miles
away from here, and I'll
let you go. Now come on.

Hold up.

Go ahead. Get in.

[ Reins Thwacking ]

[ Man #1 ] What happened?[ Man #2 ] It's him!
Travers! He took Janet!

This way! Hurry!Watch out!
He's armed!

Give me those! Hah!

Hah! Hah!

Come on! Move!

Hah! Hah!

Hah!

Hah! Hah!

Empty.
One lousy shot.

I don't wanna hurt you,
but one way or another
you're comin' with me.

You said you'd let me go.I will when
the time comes.

Please.
Let me get my breath.

Just my breath. Please.
[ Gasping ]

Where are we?

About... six miles
north of town.

Look, Mr. Travers, I--

The next one that
calls me that, I'll--[ Brush Rustling ]

That's not gonna
do you any good.
It's empty, and you know it.

Yeah, I know it,
but they don't.

They'll find out.Not unless
somebody tells them.

Look, how far
do you think you can run?

To Iron Wells,
if I'm lucky.

People that know you
there too.

They're the ones
I'm lookin' for.

I don't understand.

Look, the people
who know me know
my name's Santell.

But the marshal said that--

Sure. I know
what he said.

He said my name's Travers,
but it's not.

If you're not,
why did he say--How do I know?

'Cause he's insane.
That's why.

He wanted Travers
and couldn't get him.

He wanted him bad enough
to grab the first guy
that came along...

and brand Travers's name
on him.

You don't believe that,
do ya?

Well, yes--

I mean, I do.

What's up ahead
of us?That ridge.

How far to the base of it?
About a quarter of a mile?Less maybe.

What's over it?

You can't get over it.

Well, we can try.

What about it,
red boy?

His name's
William.

What did you find?You look for heel marks
with three bars.

Ya got that?

A boot mark.
Three bars.

They go
towards the ridge.

What's beyond that?Nothin'. Just up.
Sheer rock.

All right.

You and your group
work the road
north of the ridge.

Suppose we find him.
What do we do? I mean,
him having a girl and all?

You just point him out to me,
and I'll show ya.Cut that out, Moon.

We've gotta consider the girl.She's got him in some cave
her old man told her about.

She wouldn't do that.Why not? She's Pat Gifford's
daughter, ain't she?

She's not like him.Not much, she ain't.

All right.
Quit arguin'.

Nothing's gonna
happen to the girl,
if it can be helped.

Now, is everything
clear?

He's boxed in tight.
Let's keep him there.

The whole group
spread out.

The Indian and me'll
follow his tracks
as far as they go.

- The only thing he can do is
back up against that ridge.
- Or go over it.

He ain't had time.
Besides, nobody
goes over that ridge.

We're still not taking
any chances.

If anybody locates him,
even a sign,

pass the signal
like I told ya-- two shots.

And just make sure
where you put the first one.

Well, I don't know
where we go from here.

One thing's for sure--
I can't drag you
much further.

You just as well wait here
till they catch up with you.

What are yougonna do?

I'm gonna keep climbin'.
What would you do?

Give myself up.

Now, there's a notion.At least I'd have
a chance that way.

For what?

To convince 'em
who you really are,
whatever your name is.

You believe that
I told ya?Yeah.

You sure?I believe it.

There's a marshal
out there who'll kill me
to prove I'm a liar.

Don't give up
to him then.Who else?

Mr. Perrick.
He's a fair man.

If I could just talk to him,
without a gun or a rope
shoved in my face--

He'll listen.
I know him.

Well, that's fine.

But how do I find him
without Deckett and his bunch
finding me?

You don't have to find him.
I'll find him.

All right.
You do that.

Tell him I'll be waitin'
right here.

Perrick.
No one else.

[ Screaming ]

What is it?
What do you want?Marshal!

Well. Where did you
find this?

She come
from that ridge.

He's up there.
Where?

Where's Mr. Perrick
and the others?How far up?

I want to hear.

There's a clearin'--There's 40 clearings.

You tell me.
I'll take him there.

No, you go back for the others.
Bring them back here.

She'll show me the way.

Well, get goin'!

Head out.
Head out.

But he said he'd
give himself up only--Yeah.

I'm sure
he said that.

Why can't we wait
for the others?

I lost him once by waiting.
Never again.

Move it.

Come on.
Head out.

How far?

Over there,
just beyond those rocks.

- He isn't armed.
- He's got a rifle.

It's empty.
He fired his last shot
at the farm.

Let's wait
for the others.

Wait nothin'.

Come on.

Beyond those rocks, huh?

I-- I think so.
I-I'm not-- not sure.

You're lying.No, I--
I don't remember.

You're lying!No, I don't remember!

I'll kill ya.
I'll kill ya![ Whimpers ]

I'll kill you
and that Santell.

[ Gunshots ]

He's out of his mind,
crazy.

Crazy, sure,
but dangerous.

Not only to me,
but now you.

You heard him call me Santell,
so whatever his game is,
you can queer it.

The only way
he can work it now
is kill both of us.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Clicks ]

[ Galloping Hooves ]

[ Perrick ] We heard firing.It was Travers. He fired
at me from out of nowhere.

But William said
the girl was with you.

[ Deckett ]
That girl-- She's
in on it with Travers.

- That's ridiculous.
- Is it? Look.

It's them, Nate--
both of 'em.

Yeah, she's a Gifford,
all right.

Put that rifle down.They're makin' it,
and they're gettin' away.

I thought you said nobody
ever made it over that rise.
I thought you told me that!

Nobody ever did.

Except one.Her father.

Moon!

Put that gun down!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Gunshot ]

Come on.

[ Janet ]
No. Through there.

[ Gunshot ]

They made it.

Any way around that ridge?There's a horse trail
around Pilot Nob.

How much of a start
does this give us?
[ Panting ]

They have to come up
around Pilot's Nob.

Take 'em...
about five hours.

Deckett'll
do it in four.

Coming?Not that way.

You'll run
right into them.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Thunderclap ]

You know
where we are?

Yeah. That road
used to run from Sutterville
to Iron Wells--

before it was washed out.

We can get dry in there.Well, let's go.

They'll never be able to
follow us in this rain.

[ Thunder Continues ]

It's not much of a fire,
but maybe this will
take the chill off.

You know, I've been
thinkin' about this mess
I've dragged you into.

I'm sorry.

[ Thunder Continues ]

We'd better go
as soon as you're rested.

Go? Where?

Iron Wells, I suppose.

Can't stay here.I can.

Now listen, Janet.

How did you know?

Well, that's what the man
at the bunkhouse called you.
Remember?

Seems like
a long time ago.

Yeah, it does.

You know,
you'd be smart to leave
before the rain stops.

The moon will be twice
as bright, and they can see
your tracks for a mile.

I don't think you realize
what'll happen to you if Deckett
ever gets his hands on you.

I don't care anymore.

If it's going
to be Deckett,

I'd rather it were here.

Look, I know you're tired,

but you can't just give up
like a played-out puppy
and quit.

And why here?
What's so great
about this place?

It's my home.

I was born here.
It was a way station then.
Daddy ran it.

People stopped in
from all over.

He loved them all.

What happened to it?

Flood. Oh.

One solid week of rain.

We worked through it all
to save what we could, but
in the end everything was gone.

Then Mother took a fever
and... died.

What happened
to your father?

[ Sighs ]

He took me
to the nearest town--
Sutterville.

Tried to make
a way for us there.

But with Mother gone,
there--

There was just
nothing left for him.

About three years ago,
he--

He started... stealing.

Little things--
a spoon,
a piece of ribbon.

Nothing important.

He brought them here.

Finally, they caught him
at it and followed him
into the hills.

He--

He climbed
over the ridge,
just like we did.

Is that how
you knew the way?

[ Thunderclap ]

I was with him.

They picked up our trail
and found us here.

I tried to get him
to go out,
but he wouldn't.

He shot at them.

They shot back
and killed him.

The Perricks took me in
and promised to look after me.

Now even that's gone.

You know what Deckett's
told Mr. Perrick--
what he had to tell him--

that I helped you--
and he'll believe it,
because it's the truth.

Look, Janet,
those people down there--
They're not the whole world.

Who else is there? You?

[ Door Opens ]

Well, now,
will you lookee here.

[ Chuckles ]
Shad, Grover.

I told you there was
someone here.

Someone, yeah, but
nothing like this.[ Chuckles ]

Who are you?

I'll be hanged if you
ain't got yourself a nice,
cozy little situation.

We're dry,
if that's what you mean.
What do you want?

I'll tell you what
we don't want, and that's
standin' here in this wet.

If it's shelter
you're looking for,
there's a barn out there.

Yeah, well, I--
I'd say this place
suits me fine.

What about you boys?Yeah!
[ Chuckles ]

[ Groans ][ Thunderclap ]

[ Groaning ]

Aaah! Keep your
corn-pickin' hands
off of me.

Pokin' around a man's insides.

Ain't nothin' sacred?Ambrose, that wound--

There've been wounds before.Yeah, but that one needs
tendin', Ambrose. You know that.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you might
be right at that.

Missy, you tend it.

My wife stays here.

Your wife?

[ Clay ]
If it needs tendin',
one of those two can do it.

If she's your wife,
hoss, how come she got
no band on her finger?

I, uh, lost it.

Oh, did you now?

[ Chuckles ]

We in company, Shad.
Yeah, we in fine company.

Yeah.

Four low-down,
miserable hound dogs...

and one plump little
partridge, ripe for plucking.

Figure there's enough
to that partridge, Shad,
to go round?

[ Both Chuckling ]

Yeah, I figure there is,
Ambrose.

[ Men Laughing ]

[ Taps Leg ]Over here, missy.

What for?

Well, the wound.I've got nothin' for it.

Well, you got soft hands.

Woman's soft hands on a man,
no tellin' the powerful good
they can do for a hurt.

Tend to him.She stays here.

[ Laughing, Coughs ]

As I breathe, hoss,
you got yourself
a woman.

[ Thunder Continues ]

Get me another.

Ambrose,
I wouldn't--Never mind!

The saddlebag.
Get it.

If you won't let me tend this,
you won't be good for a thing.

You got talent,
missy.

Yes, sirree,
real talent.

Anybody ever
tell you that?

No?

I'd say that was
a grievous shame.

Wouldn't you say that, Shad?[ Laughs ]
I'd say that, Ambrose.

A pretty little partridge
like this just burstin'
with talent,

and nobody to appreciate it
except that one.

[ Chuckles ]
Buckshot, missy.
Fired point-blank.

You say that's buckshot?

[ Whimpering ]

Ambrose.

[ Coughs ]

Cover that thing.You oughta
lay off that stuff.

Shut your mouth.
Just for once,
keep it shut.

How did you get that?

I got bit
by a jackrabbit.

You oughtn't talk that way,
Ambrose. Not after the way
you took after that fella.

What fella? Where?

[ Shad ]
Paradise.

Paradise.

Yeah, a wide place
in the trail,

maybe 10 to 15 miles
on up toward the pass.

Hell of a place
for raisin' chickens,
ain't it, Shad?

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, hell of a place,
Ambrose.

Me and my brothers--

That's fine, missy.
That's feelin' just fine.

You and your brothers,
what?

Hmm?

Oh, well, we was
comin' over from Canones.

- You know Canones?
- [ Clay ]
No.

A lousy, stinkin'
crud of a place.

Six months in the jug they
give us for knockin' over
a two-bit saloon.

I got more money out of
the church poor box.

Six lousy months!

[ Sighs ]
Anyway, we hit Paradise
last night.

We're sittin' down
to a nice, easy meal,

when this hoss walks in
and starts crowdin' us
all over with questions.

What kind of questions?

If we seen any lawmen
workin' the trails.
Mostly that.

We ain't for talkin',
so we tell him to push.

He don't push,
then gets mean.

I never seen a man get so edgy.
Tells us, drop our guns.

Next thing I see
is a shotgun in his hand
belchin' pellets into my leg.

I don't know
who he is or what,

or maybe he's got
somebody else there
to back him up,

but we ain't about to
wait and see.

We took off.

What'd he look like?

Oh, a middle-size man.
Maybe your height.

Thirty maybe.

Oh, what do I know?

Why don't you shut up?
You even talk
more than Shad.

That's quite a bunch
of whey-bellied nags
you got out there.

Well, they got four legs.
That beats walkin'.

Would you consider
selling one of them?

For what?

Two $20 gold pieces?

That's a fair trade.

[ Chuckles ]
And me left
with no nursie?

You'll do fine.

Grover, let him
take his pick.

Sure, Ambrose.
Anything you say.

You comin'?

Which one you want?

Get up.Wait till I check
the cinch.

Come on. Let's go.

No good, boy.
Not near enough good.

[ Grover ]
I'll take the rest
of them gold pieces.

That's quite a pouch
you've got there.
Let's have it.

[ Screams ]

Get going, Janet!

[ Screams ]

[ Blows Landing ][ Ambrose Groaning ]

[ Ambrose Yelps ]

[ Deckett ]
They were here
with you. Say it.

[ Ambrose ]
I ain't sayin' nothin'.Give me that belt.

You never
seen this?

Why should I?

Right outside
in the mud we find it,
and you never seen it.

No.

[ Groans ]

[ Groaning Continues ]

Filthy, stinkin',
lousy lawman!

- Now look, Marshal!
- Keep your mouth
out of this, Perrick!

Him and the girl--
They were here.

They were here with ya!
Say it!

I ain't sayin' nothin'.

- They was here.
- Shut up!

- The two of 'em.
- How long ago?

Two, maybe three hours.

Where did they go?
Did they say?

They don't say nothin'.

[ Shad ]
Paradise, I think.

Keep your mouth shut!

Paradise?
What's that?

Flea-bit hollow,
straight down the trail.How far?

About three hours' ride
if the rain holds off.

This girl with him--
He have any trouble
gettin' her to go along?

Trouble?
[ Chuckles ]

Nah, she was
all but helpin' him.

Oh, now, Ambrose,
you shouldn't have done--

[ Groans ]

If there's one thing
I hate worse than a lawman,
it's a fink!

He's gone about
as far as he can go.

What are you thinking?

About what?

I'd like to know.

It's a hell of a way
to run a railroad.

You're still angry
with me, aren't you?

About what I said
back in the way station.

I didn't mean to
say it-- not to you.
It's just that--

I don't blame you.

We're going to Paradise,
aren't we?

What choice do you think
we've got?

Deckett's behind us,
and Travers is
somewhere up ahead.

Right now I want Travers.

I used to love
this country.

Now it seems so ugly.

It's not the country.
Just some of the people
who live in it.

You see those two mountains
to the left?

You can see them
for miles.

When I was a little girl,
the Indians used to say...

that if you were
ever lost,

they'd guide you
safely home.

Safely home.

How much further
is it to Paradise?

About two miles.

How do you feel?

About what?

Good morning. Say,
we're looking for a man.
I wonder if you could--

How old do you think
I am, sonny?

What's that got
to do with it?

Fifty-six. Twenty years
over the average for man
and woman in these parts.

Know how I beat
the average?

Stickin' my nose to what
I know-- fire and iron.
That and nothin' more.

Thanks a lot.

What is it?He's here somewhere.
There's my horse.

Wait here.

Good morning.

[ Man ]
Perhaps.

We could use a room.

Why not?

Well, have you--
have you got a room?

That's two dollars.

I'm meeting a man here.

Everybody's
meeting a man.

You'll get paid
when he comes.

You'll get your room
when he comes.

We'll wait.

Something wrong?

Not for me.

Go ahead and wait.
No charge for waitin'.

How about some water?

No charge
for that either.

What do we do now?

Wait.

I signed Travers's name
to that ledger.

What makes you think
anyone'll notice?

Someone already has.

What are you gonna do
if... Travers gets here?

If I could figure some way
to get my hands on a gun...

and get you out of here,
it'd be easier.

I'm staying.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Scamper juice.

[ Shouts, Laughs ]

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Laughing Continues ]

[ Door Slams ]

You can get out
the back.No.

Perrick, you and Jared
take the front.

Me and the Indian'll
scour those shacks.

You two take the rear.

If you see him,
kill him.

He's gone.

[ Horse Whinnies ]

[ Galloping Hooves ]

Deckett!

- You hear me, Deckett?
- We hear you, Travers.

- I want to talk a deal!
- Go ahead and talk.

With Deckett!
I want to talk a deal
with Deckett!

Let's get above him.
Two of us move left,
the others right.

We'll come in behind him.He wants to
talk a deal.

Move in on him high.
Keep the sun at your backs.
That'll make you a rough target.

He said he wants
to talk a deal.Yeah. Sure.

Now look, Marshal--You look, Mr. Perrick.

The only talk
that man's got with us
is with this.

Now, if you're so all-fired keen
to taste his words--He's got the girl with him.

That's her choosin'.I still can't
believe that.

We can talk a deal
and try and get her out.

If you won't go,
I will.

Comin', Travers.

First wrong move
Travers makes, fire.

We owe Deckett
that much, I guess.

Santell?

Step out in the open
where I can see ya.

First you, then the girl.

[ Whispers ]
Wait here.

All I agreed
was to come up
and hear the deal.

Start talkin'.

Turn around, Deckett.
I don't want to shoot you
in the back.

Santell, listen--

That gun--
get rid of it.What about the deal?

Never mind the deal.
Throw that gun back here.

[ Gun Clatters ]

Listen. We can
talk this out. You said
you wanted to talk.

You talk, Deckett.
You're good at it.

Yeah, sure.
What I mean is,
it was them down there.

I tried to tell them the truth,
but they was hot to go for ya.

Sure they were.
You came along just to see
that no hurt came to me.

You're crazy.[ Travers ]
Deckett!

Touch that thing,
I split that jelly spine
of yours.

Travers.

[ Laughs ]

Sight for sore eyes,
ain't I, Marshal?

But I--

I could've sworn it.
You was in Mexico.

Which is just where I'd be--
into Mexico--

weren't for that cutback jingler
behind you throwin' a lucky
piece of lead in my shoulder.

He did?

You don't think
you get credit for me
holin' up in these hills.

Low-down, miserable
scratch of a deputy sheriff
like you.

Didn't know
that's all he was,
did ya, Santell?

[ Chuckles ]
Kiowa, Colorado.

Only way he got that job
was for agreeing to
shovel off the streets.

That's a lie.You know how he got
that marshal's job?

Me. I'm why.

Day I broke away, there wasn't
a man over four couldn't have
got hisself deputized...

just for the promise of keepin'
a weather eye peeled for me.

Well, you done eyeballin'
for me, Marshal.

- Listen, Travers.
You-- You ain't thinkin'.
- Oh, I'm thinkin'.

You don't see what I've done
for you. You don't even try.Done for me? You?

Down there--
All of them down there.
They think he's you.

So I hear.

Well, don't you see
what I had in mind?What you had in mind?

With this fella.

I was gonna take him,
swear he was you,
put lead in his head.

All them people down there--
They were willing to
swear to his name.

I take that back to Denver
on a sworn piece of paper.

You'd have gone free, Travers.

All you had in mind
was glorifying yourself.

"Deputy Deckett,
the pride of Kiowa--
the man who got Travers."

That's all
you was after.

All right. We can both
still get what we want.

All we gotta do
is kill 'em, these two.

Word goes out you're dead,
you have it clear
all the way to Mexico.

You-- You'll go for it?

All right.

I'll buy it.

Take 'em.

Me?[ Chuckles ]

Your notion.
You take 'em.Yeah, but--

Why--My way or yours.
Pick up your gun.

[ Laughs ]
He doesn't even
have a gun.

You're next, Santell.

I don't make a deal
with anybody.

Why don't you
give yourself up, Travers?
That posse is closing in on you.

You'll never
get out of here.Why do you think I rode in here?

I know the way out.

[ Perrick ]
Where are ya, Deckett?

Drop that gun,
Travers!

You people crazy?
There's your Travers.

But Deckett said you--I know what he said.

He fed you a pack of lies,
and you swallowed 'em.

You gonna believe that?It's true.

By whose word?
I'd like to hear.
Pat Gifford's tramp kid?

What's the matter
with you people?

Whole mountain have to
cave in on you before
you believe anything?

So blinded with feeling against
her father, you don't believe
anything she says or does?

Now, that's
enough of that.You heard what he said.

Yeah, I heard.
Hanged if I ain't ashamed
for all of us, Janet.

Come on, Janet.