All language subtitles for The Light Of Western Stars 1940_ing

Where's the station master?

Probably home in bed.

The very idea.

This is just a flag station.

The limited ain't
supposed to stop here.

Well, where's the city?

Over there.

Is there a hotel?

Yes, but you wouldn't like it.

Well, is there a--

Lady, you're holding
up the limited.

Well, well, wait a minute.

Uh, where shall I go?

What shall I do?

I haven't got the
least idea, lady.

Well, hold the train a minute.
I might want to go with you.

Good night.

Well,.

Do you know who I am?

You see Signore Gene?

Oh.

Hey, Jose.

Hey, Sam.

Oh, Bernando, how are ya?

Well, kids, hiya, Denny.

We're not riding
tonight, are we, Jim?

I should say not, kid, it's
just the shank of the evening.

Why, Bonita, you little rascal,
you look pretty enough to kiss.

Well, why don't you try it?

And get shot?

Oh, Signor, Gene, he
flirts with all the girls,

but he never kissed any.

Is that so?

Ha, there you are, Danny.

That's what I do to 'em, kid.

You better practice up.

Let's have a drink--
three whiskeys.

Hey, Stewart.

Yeah?

I hear you're going across the
border to fight for the rebels.

Those big ears of yours
hear everything, don't they?

Filibustering is a high crime
against the Mexican government.

They'll stand you
in front of a wall,

send you to jail for life.

Maybe we'll meet socially
in the Mexican calaboose.

What are you hinting at?

Just this, if I
do ride south, I'll

be of my own guns.

I won't be carrying those rotten
shooting tools you're running

across the border these nights.

I'll have three whiskeys.

I'll take three, too.

Go get Sheriff Hawes.

Say, Gene.

Yeah?

You seen plenty of
fighting everywhere.

Why is it they got to go
start a war across the border?

Well, I'm darned if I
know, Nels, unless it's just

that over there they think the
world's getting a little too

crowded to live in.

You know, gentlemen, I think
that humans are greater fools

than animals or even bugs.

Now we'll will take
bugs, for instance.

They don't fight each other.

They believe in
live and let live.

Of course, nobody's ever given
bugs rifles or got 'em drunk

or-- that reminds me.

I'm not going any further
with this conversation

unless I get a-- thanks.

Now to continue, it's
always been my idea

that if you give children
cap pistols to play with,

when they get older, they want
real guns, real guns that shoot

real bullets and kill real
people, and the sad part of it

is there's always someone who
will sell 'em to 'em, someone,

for instance, who wants to run
everything and boss everybody.

You know, gentlemen,
there's other things

besides this to make men drunk.

Yes, sir, power does.

Power makes men lie
and cheat and steal

and betray their friends.

It even makes them give
their best friends this.

Will you shut up?

They do kill each other
across the border.

Who cares?

Not you, Hayworth.

You don't care, not as long
as each poor devil killed is

another dirty dollar
in your pocket.

I make allowances for
a whiskey-soaked brain.

Well, you don't ha--

Shall I lock him
up, Mr. Hayworth?

Not now, give him about an
hour, and then I want you to--

Poco, didn't I tell you not
to follow me here tonight?

Oh, didn't I?

Oh, Signor Gene, when you
are drunk, you are loco.

Where you go, Poco
should go, too.

You fall down, I take you home.

Well, that may not be long.

Well, let's have some more.

Stillwell rider,
dancing with your girl.

Take care of him.

Hey what is this?

I'm cutting in.

You are not.

Oh, yes, I am.

Hey, Bonita doesn't
want to dance with him.

Who says she don't?

-Take a walk.
-Hey, wait a minute.

She hasn't done anything.

Aw, shut up.

Keep your shirt on, Danny.

You ought to know no Stillwell
rider has got a chance

with the law in this town.

Get out of here.

Go on, Danny.

Get out.

Why don't you two big, bad boys
pick on someone your own size?

Be a sport.

Give those kids a break.

Why, Danny intends
to marry Bonita.

Since marriage is so
sacred to you, Stewart,

I'm surprised you don't try it.

I would it.

I would if I could make up
my mind which one to take.

Honest, there are so
many women after me,

I positively have
to fight 'em off.

As if any woman who
thought anything of herself

would tie up with a booze hound.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, you look
like a gambling man.

I'll just make you a
little proposition.

This says that I'll marry the
first girl that hits town.

The liquor's talking.

Mr. Narrow is talking louder.

That's easy money.

Put up.

Take care of that, Eddie.

All right, Stewart.

Funny, Sheriff, that'll be
mine before the week's out.

Keep an eye, Eddie.

Yeah?

You sure?

Magnifica.

Poco, wait a minute.

You-- you don't by
any chance mean fat?

Oh, no, no, no, fat.

Poco, you rascal, if
you're lying to me,

I'll trim your ears
like a bulldog.

Come on.

I'll be back for that dough,
Sheriff, and with a bride.

Here comes
the bride,.

Well, hello.

Now look here.

You don't look like
the sort of person

who would deliberately make
matters worse for yourself.

Excuse me.

Are you married?

Are you married?

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Don Manuel, she wants the ring.

You've gotta have a ring.

Excuse me, have you got a ring?

I say, have you-- never mind.

Give me your hand.

Give me your ha-- look, I don't
want to be rough with you.

Now give me your hand.

Thank you.

Go on.

Say, si, lady, and say it quick.

Si.

Si.

Now your name, miss.

You'll be branded pretty,
and it won't even sting.

So what is it?

Madeline Hammond.

Says her name is
Madeline Hammond.

She-- Madeline Hammond?

You're not Al Hammond's sister?

Yes.

Well, uh, you--
get him out of here.

You go on.

I know your brother.

A matter of fact, I--
I think a lot of him.

Ms. Hammond, I don't
know how to explain this.

It was just a fool bet that I--

Take me to my brother.

I can't do that.

He's up in the
mountains with my boss.

Well, then, get me out
of this horrible place.

Yes, yes, certainly.

What?

What is it?

Oh, Signor Gene, I am
so glad I found you.

Now wait a minute, Bonita.

Just a minute, Bonita.

Well, you must help me.

Uh, just-- just
a moment, please.

Now, Bonita, Bonita,
what's the matter?

Danny, he killed a man.

Was it Sneed?

Si, they fight
again after you go.

What am I going to do?

Well, where is Danny now?

He ride.

I don't know where.

Look, Bonita, you take my horse
and ride across the border.

I'll get word to Danny to
join you in.

The sheriff can't get him there.

Oh, gra--

No, no, no, no, you
save that for Danny.

Come on, Bonita.

I'll get you right out of here.

A man's been shot, and they're
searching for the killer.

Hurry, please.

I'm staying here.

Where do you think you'd
ring up with that drunken mob?

Ms. Hammond, Ms.
Hammond, please,

don't-- don't-- don't you
think you could, uh, uh, yeah.

Tie your horses around there.

Hey, Sheriff, look here.

Come in.

Good morning.

I hope you slept well.

I just brought your
bags from the station.

What would you
like for breakfast?

I hope I didn't appear
disagreeable last night.

That didn't matter.

I had been warned.

I bet your pardon?

I am Florence Kingsley.

Ms. Kingsley, so
your the reason

I had to make this
miserable trip.

Yes.

You're not going
to marry my brother.

You can't stop it.

I'll take him home.

I'll keep him here.

I'll stop his allowance.

That will be the best thing
that ever happened to him.

He'll have to get a job.

A job?

Out here, we work and like it.

You wouldn't understand that.

My brother work, that's funny.

Why don't you laugh then?

Work at what?

Punching cows, he's
been doing it for fun.

Now he'll get paid for it.

How dare you interfere
in my affairs?

Because your brother
happens to be my affair now.

Perhaps I had better tell
you what I think of you.

If I returned the compliment,
I could be arrested.

You're a scheming,
impertinent, conniving little--

This is my house.

If you don't like it,
you know what you can do.

I wouldn't stay
here another minute.

If you go out like
that, you'll get

sunburned, to say nothing
of what the cowboys

might do if they saw you.

That's my nightgown
and my robe, too.

Get my things.

My bags, where are
they, my clothes?

Get out and let me alone.

Oh, why did I come
to this awful place?

I made Alfred write
to you about us.

I knew that would bring you.

You seem to forget that the
doctor sent him out here.

You didn't care
anything about him.

You gave him all
the money he wanted,

and that ended your
responsibility.

You were off somewhere in
Europe, having a good time.

I didn't want to
fall in love with Al.

I felt sorry for Al.

That would be for
anything that was sick.

If only for me,
he would have been

sent back to you in a pine
box, but I threw a robe on him.

I've got a claim on him, and
I'm going to hang onto him

in spite of you and high water.

I'm not after your money.

We don't want it.

The best thing that
ever happened to Al

as to have to fight for his
bread and butter, for me.

Please, Majesty,
don't try to rob

Al of his chance to be a man.

You're rich.

You've got everything, and I--

Come on.

Here, I am sorry I let go.

You have a terrible temper,
but maybe it's a good thing.

I mean for Alfred.

Where is he?

Gene road to get
him last night.

Gene?

Oh, that's the gentleman
who-- who brought me here.

Yes, he borrowed my horse.

Stillwell's ranch is
high up in the mountains.

It's a hard and dangerous
ride, worst at night.

You let him go
in that condition?

Tired or sober, I'd
like to see anyone

who can stop Gene
Stewart when he makes

up his mind about anything.

He's a fighter.

You'd better get dressed.

I'll go start breakfast.

They'll be here any minute.

All right.

Uh, give me one of those, too.

Doc says Sneed will
come out all right.

Only the good die young.

Did you get anything out of
that Mexican justice of peace?

Oh, he's got a mouth
like a.

All he says,.

And I can't find hide
or hair of Bonita.

Get your mind off women.

I pay you for protection, and
you stand around with a mouth

full of.

Those cracks Steward made last
night about gun running have

a smelly echo, but,
my good friend,

if I land in a
federal pen, you'll

be inside looking out with
me, and all because of one

loud-mouth, drunken cowboy.

Where'd you get these?

Down at the railroad station
last night, there were tracks

there, too, Gene Stewart's.

He bet me he'd marry the
first girl that hit town.

Well, here's wishing him a
honeymoon, alone, any place in

the desert across the border.

There they are.

Welcome to our
city, your majesty.

Alfred, how well you look.

Hello.

Oh, stop, you
smell like a horse.

Oh, you'll get used to that.

Alfred, I-- I can't get
over the change in you.

Whom do I thank?

Well, who do you think?

Of course, I've had
a horrible example.

Boy, I wouldn't have
your head this morning

for a million bucks.

Oh, Majesty, this
is Bill Stillwell.

This is my sister, Bill.

She holds the money bags.

I aim to be right
nice to her, then.

We all try to.

I've been trying to sell your
brother the purdiest piece

of land in the Southwest.

I guess I'll have to
go to work on you.

He said you were tough, but
you don't look hard to me.

Well, we'll talk
about that later.

I don't aim to
help sin along any,

but, Gene, you look as
if you need a drink.

Come on into town with me.

Oh, wait a minute.

Uh, he'll be right along.

Oh.

I want to thank you
for getting my brother.

Yeah.

You better put on your hat.

Do you want to get sunstroke?

Well, if I get it, I
guess I got it coming.

Men are such fools.

I choose to overlook what
happened last night because you

were not wholly accountable.

It's very kind of you
to put it that way.

Of course, I shall depend
on you to keep it quiet.

I certainly will.

Don Manuel is my friend,
that is, when I'm sober.

Not so much for
your sake as that

of your pretty,
little Mexican friend.

I feel sorry for her.

For-- for Bonita?

Bonita?

That's a very pretty name.

Well--

Oh, what a beautiful animal.

Hello, Poco.

Hello, Signor Gene.

What's his name?

Pal, that's short for palomino.

He's bred straight through
from the old Moorish Barbs,

aren't ya, pal?

If for no other
reason than the love

of this beautiful
creature, I should

think you'd want to be decent.

That's all.

You may go.

I've stood a lot
from you, Gene,

more, I guess, than I would from
a son, but after last night--

What have you heard, Bill?

About you and Ms. Hammond,
it's all over town.

Where, for instance?

The Adobe Saloon.

Well, I won't worry
ya anymore, Bill.

Thanks for everything you done.

You better get a new foreman.

Gene, wait.

Leave me alone, Poco.

No, no go in.

Someone kill you.

Let go of me, Poco.
Do you hear?

Please, Signor Gene.

Snake eyes.

Yeah, snake eyes.

Hello, Stewart.

Come in to collect that bet?

No.

Where is Bonita?

Where you'll never
lay hands on her again.

Have you helped her
cross the border?

Yeah.

For a rum hound, you're
getting to be quite a spark.

You met a woman on
that midnight train.

I met a lady.

You met Al Hammond's sister.

I know because I saw
her bags at the depot.

You took her over
to Flo Kingsley's.

What did you do, carry her
all the way in your arms?

There were only
one set of tracks,

or maybe you've took to
wearing these

and losing them on the trail.

Aw, come on.

Don't be bashful.

Open up.

We're all listening.

Don't make me go over there
and ask the lady what happened.

Well, this is one bet
I don't mind losing.

Beating up an officer carries
a heavy penalty, Stewart.

Gene, you better ride.

That bad?

He won't have a posse for
a month, but he has friends.

I'll go over the river.

What about your mail?

Just mark it, address unknown.

I won't be coming back,
at least not right away.

Thanks, Nels.

Did I hurt you, Poco?

It's not hurt here,
but you hurt me here.

Everything is all right now.

Nothing hurt Poco anymore when
you smile at him like that.

Come on, Poco.

All right, I'll buy
your ranch, but I'll

expect you to remain in charge,
at least until my brother

learns the ropes.

I'll be glad to stay.

All right, we'll make
that part of the deal.

Thank you very much.

"I cannot take Pal
where I am going,

nor can I sell a thing I love."

"Nor can I sell a thing I love.

Won't you accept him as some
small apology for the trouble

I have caused you--
Gene Stewart."

Take him to the stable for me.

Where is Mr. Stewart now?

Hopefully, he not know.

Signor Gene no tell me.

But I ride and ride,
and someday I find him.

Adios, senora.

That's strange.

What?

Poco called you Senora.

Yes, he did.

In Spanish, that
means married woman.

Does it?

That's odd.

Yes, isn't it?

Alfred, Alfred, what happened?

Somebody shot me, sis.

Did it happen this
side of the border?

Yes.

Were they Americans?

Must have strong
reasons for not

wanting their presence known.

This is the 20th century.

There are supposed to
be no more frontiers

where men can shoot
their fellow creatures

without being punished.

Bill, I want something
done about this.

I wish Gene Stewart were here.

So do I, if it
would do any good.

It's Poco.

Better get your cutters.

Take it easy, Poco.

What, Poco?

He wants to see.

Si, you take me.

Get him up here and help him.

Oh, I wish we'd
never seen this place.

For all I care, they can
give it back to the Indians.

You are going with me to Boston,
and when you are married,

it will be in Saint Stephen's
with civilized decency.

Sis, these last few months
haven't taught you a thing.

In a crisis, you revert right
back to type, nothing but a New

England starched skirt.

Sorry for coming
in this way, miss,

but Poco here is in a pretty bad
way, says he's got to see you.

Poco.

It is el capitan, senora.

Captain?

Si, el capitan Gene.

Yes, Poco.

El capitan is in bad
fight, soldiers all killed.

Was Captain Steward killed?

Oh, no, el capitan no killed.

El capitan--

He means Gene is
alone, deserted,

sick in heart and mind.

El capitan die soon if
someone no take him away.

Which means he's
drinking himself to death.

Being shot at ain't so bad,
but for a man like Gene to be--

You go to.

, only you can
say the words to bring

el capitan back to life.

Did Captain Stewart send you?

Oh, no, oh, no, he
kill me if he know,

but-- but I don't
care if-- if he live.

You go, please.

Poco, he die for you if you go.

I'll try, Poco.

I'll try.

I'll go to Mexico.

Oh, oh, gracias, gracias.

Captain Stewart,
Gene, Gene, look at me.

Oh, Gene, when you've lost your
pride, you've lost everything.

I haven't got any
time for pride.

Go away, will ya?

Go on.

I'm going to take
you home with me.

Oh, no, you're not.

Uh, stay right here, but--

Come on, Gene.

Oh, Stillway, well now
it is quite a party.

Let's have a bottle, and we'll
all have-- hey, wait a minute.

Come on.

Wait.

Don't be pushing.

Come here.

Come here.

Why did you bring me here?

To talk to you, sit down.

Thanks.

I'm not worth the trouble.

Probably not, the
doctor tells me

there is no physical
treatment that

ever really cures a drunkard.

The desire to change
must come from within,

and because my own life
has been somewhat useless,

I have decided to try
my hand at being useful.

So you'll become, shall
we say, a-- a sort

of biological experiment.

Look, Ms. Hammond, do
you realize that south

of the border, I'm a criminal?

Well, I am.

I'm a filibuster, and
that's practically

a professional killer.

There is imprisonment or
worse hanging over my head.

You see?

You do know right
from wrong, so you

can stop killing
your fellow beings

just as you can stop
drinking if you choose.

I'm afraid if I tried to
stop, it would kill me.

So sorry for
yourself, aren't you?

Yes, I guess I am.

You see, what comes after
death is so uncertain,

and down deep I'm
really pretty yellow.

Could death be worse than
what we're both going through?

No.

Then why don't you try to stop?

Well, at least
make an effort to.

Other men have quit,
men who have fallen

lower, men who are weaker.

I have faith in
you, Gene Stewart.

If I could believe that--

Without faith,
we are only dust.

I'll quit.

You-- you won't fail me.

I've done a lot of bad things
in my life, Ms. Hammond,

but I've always tried
to keep my word.

I won't fail you.

This is your horse, Helen.

Oh.

Oh, and this is Monty.

How do you do?

Howdy, miss.

Majesty, where on Earth
did you ever get that?

That's my foreman,
Gene Stewart.

Oh.

Now I know why you didn't
come home to Boston.

Oh, Helen, stop it.

If he looks my way, I'll faint.

Well, I haven't seen much
of you in the last few days.

My job is to keep your cattle
this side of the border.

In these times,
that's quite a chore.

Well, who's the little
girl with the pretty eyes?

A friend of mine.

Oh, social error.

You're looking very well today.

Thank you.

Do me a favor, will you?

Please don't take your friends
that way, towards the border.

Something there
I shouldn't see?

Plenty.

That's perchance the reason
for your long absence, or maybe

your little Mexican
friend, Bonita.

Thank you.

All ready?

Nels, Monty, Bill, boys, quick.

-What's the matter?
-I found the trouble.

The man who shot Al?

Maybe, anyway, he
had a reason to.

-Where?
-Up on the Ghost Rocks.

-The Ghost Rocks.
-Si, si.

We're riding up there, Bill.

Maybe Ms. Hammond
wouldn't like it.

We'd better get Sheriff Hawes.

We don't have to
get the sheriff.

He's right there.
-What?

-Did you see him?
-You bet.

Poco saw him riding
about an hour ago.

-Si, I saw him.
-He's in with the gun runners.

-Gun runners?
-You bet.

Nat Hayworth and his
gang are using this ranch

as the headquarters to
shove their rotten guns

over the border.
-You lead, Gene.

We'll follow.
-Well, come on.

-Come on, fellas.
-Well, let's go.

I've paid you enough.

We've checked on you.

I know how much of this junk
you moved over the border

in the last month.

You're getting more
out of this than I am.

So what?

Who is it, boss?

Who is it?

So Stewart's back.

I told you there would be
trouble when you

young Al Hammond.

I'll take care of Stewart.

No, you don't.

Stewart's got enough men
with him to clean you out.

Let me handle this.

This is the
boundary of my ranch.

On the other side of those
rocks is the land of the Aztecs.

So romantic, but not half
so interesting to me as that

booted Adonis we left behind.

Where ya heading?

Guess.

Now can it be that you don't
know about those nesters

up there?

Uh, as a matter of fact, I--
I just warned them to get out.

And it's taken you since
daylight to do that?

Uh, you get the
owner, Ms. Hammond,

to swear out an eviction
notice, and I'll serve it.

No, we're not going in
for any legal red tape.

We're curious to know what your
friend, Hayworth, is hiding,

and we're riding up
there to find out.

And if he fires at us on this
property, we're shooting back.

I'm warning you.

Don't take the law
in your own hands.

You're not soldiering
for some foreign nation

now, Stewart, or are you?

Come on, Sneed.

Well, what are we
waiting form, Gene?

When we get to that
next clump of rocks,

spread out, take advantage of
cover, and don't shoot first.

Let's go.

Get them back to
the ranch quickly.

Come on, folks.

Hold it.

There's a woman.

Are you crazy?

Let go.

-You're not going up there.
-No, but you could.

Well, those are the men who
tried to kill your brother.

They'd have killed you.

And what of it?

I can't trust you
out of my fight.

Liquor, women, gun
fighting, that's all you

ever think about.
-Majesty, please.

Never thinking about those who
love you, those who never know

what you're doing or when you'll
be brought home dead-- what you

need is some of
your own medicine,

and I'm going to give it to you.
Let go.

Majesty, listen.

I command you, let go.

Now who do you suppose could
have plugged a fine citizen

like Mr. Hayworth?

Gene Stewart?

That's right.

Good luck.

Good luck, Al.

Bye.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Gene.

Who hurt you, Poco?

I got that warrant
for you, Stewart,

and it covers
everything in the book,

including the murder
of Nat Hayworth.

Signor Gene, make
them let me go.

Hold it, Gene.

Take it easy, Bonita.

You'll have a chance
to take care of him

in jail, just like you did on
his big drunk in.

They kill my husband, Danny.

He resisted arrest.

And they say they'll
kill you, too.

Don't give him an
excuse to get you.

See this?

It's a request from
military authorities

across the border to deliver
you for court-martial.

I hope they stand you
against an adobe wall.

You're coming, or
we gotta take you.

You, you cut
Bonita loose, quick.

You, posse, you turn around
and ride straight out.

No look back.

Not you, Signor Hawes, not
you, Signor Sneed, you no move.

Get down from your horses.

Poco.

So you would turn el capitan
Stewart over to be killed, huh?

You know, you know what?

I don't think you'll live
long enough to do that.

You are the kind
of Americanos who--

who kick us and beat us
and call us creatures.

Even a poor, little
girl like Bonita,

you make my people think
all gringos bad, like you,

not kind and good
like Signor Gene.

But I-- I've learned now.

I've learned much from
my capitan, so I--

I give you a chance.

Now you go for your guns.

Oh, you must no feel bad
for Poco, Signor Gene.

Everything, she--
she's all right now.

Always I've-- I've prayed to
Santo Guadalupe that someday

you no think that-- someday you
find a lady who make you good.

So I-- I'm pretty happy now.

Adios, Signor Gene.

Adios, my friend.

I'm going to leave
you here, dear.

Are you going to be a brave
girl, keep your chin up?

I don't know.

I don't know if anyone can be
brave when the time of parting

comes.

I love you, Gene.

I'm afraid to let you go.

The things I've done
must be explained,

and that's why I'm
riding south, even

if it means a jail sentence.

Don't throw away love and
happiness for something

you've done in the past.

It's our future that count.

That's all.

I can't let you go.

Our future is
here on the border,

and it must start with a
clean slate, not with me

as a fugitive.

Surely, you understand that.

Yes, yes, I do.

Have faith, dear.

We'll wait.