All language subtitles for Belle Starr s Daughter ¦ COLORIZED ¦ George Montgomery (1080p

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(sinister music)

- What are you fellas from
Cherokee Flats doing in Antioch?

- [Shorter Man] It's a free country,
ain't it, Mr. Marshal, sir?

- Get your hands up.

Does Belle Starr know
you're in Antioch?

- [Shorter Man] You
suppose she sets up nights

waitin' for us, sir?

- I hope she's settin' up, tonight,

because I'm going to
turn you over to her.

Where's your horses?

- [Shorter Man] Can't we talk
this over, Mr. Marshal, sir?

Suppose we just get?

- Turn around.

March straight ahead.

- [Shorter Man] Yes, sir.

(tense music)

(guns bang)

- You know, them fellas should've
never shot that marshal.

Makes it bad for all of us.

- They never should've
gone into town even.

Who did the shooting?

- I don't know.

(dramatic music)

- What is it?

- [Man With Binoculars] Trouble's
comin', and a lot of it.

- Pass is straight ahead of us, Tom.

They got guards there all the time.

- Send six men to flank 'em.

- Pick five men, Buck.

- All right, you three and you and you,

let's move out.
- Can't understand Belle,

lettin' them boys break the
truce with the old marshal.

I thought she was smart.

- Too smart.

Antioch'll make no more
deals with outlaws,

long as I'm marshal.

- We'd better signal the ranch.

- Well, why don't you know?
You're in charge of the men.

Who was off the Flats that night?

- None that I know of, ma'am,

and I usually hear what's going on.

- The men who broke my agreement

with the old marshal ought to hang

from that company wood there.

Now we're in real trouble.

- Maybe it's some of
the new men driftin' in.

- Don't give me any of
your stupid excuses.

I'm sick of them!

- Ah, you're blamin' me, ma'am,

and I'm one that never does anything

except what you tell him.

(door clacks)

- Jim, what are they signaling?

- Posse coming.

It's a big one.

- I knew it.

- Get the boys off the
range, bring 'em here.

- Yes, sir.

- Jim, we're not going to fight,

not if I can help it.

What did you find out?

- Ah, not much,

but enough maybe.

- Well?
- Where's Rose?

- She's up in the high
valley with Bob and Yuma.

Don't worry about here, she's all right.

- All right with Bob and Yuma?

Them's the fellas we want.

- Bob and Yuma?

Not those two.

- They was off the Flats that night.

- Go get them.

(rifles banging)

- Drop those guns!

(guns banging)

- Buck took care of 'em all right.

- [Tom] All right, let's go.

- [Bob] Oh no, you didn't bide your time.

Too fast.

- Well, let me try again.

- Look, when you're
really up against it,

you don't get that second chance.

All right, now take it easy.

Relax all over and keep your eyes plain.

Many a fella got himself shot,

because his eyes gave him away.

- You sure you unloaded that gun?

- Course I unloaded it.

Go back to sleep, grandma.

Always worried about something.

You're under arrest, mister.

- Under arrest?
What for?

(laughs) I did it! I did it!

- You sure did.
(Rose laughs)

You got a lot of strength in those hands.

You know, Rose, you're quite a girl.

Never saw one just like you.

You're always running away.

- The girls must've spoiled
you where you come from.

- Some of 'em aren't as
strong-minded as you.

(Rose laughs)

I guess you're thinking
about marriage and all that.

Thinking that far ahead is not my way.

I'm aimin' to see a lot of
this world before I'm through,

so I just sort of live from day to day.

I thought you were more
or less like Miss Belle.

But you're not.

- What do you mean by that?

- Now, now, nothing
against your mother.

She's my idea of a real
honest-to-John woman.

You don't figure on living here

in the Flats the rest
of your life, do you?

- I don't know.

- You don't know much about anything.

What you need is somebody to
make up your mind for you.

I'm pretty good at
making up people's minds.

You're just scared.

- I ain't scared of anything.

(horse snorts)

- You two boys get on your horses.

Belle wants to see you.

- What's the matter, Uncle Jim?

- Oh, a little trouble,
may not amount to much.

- But what is it?
- Business.

You stay up here in the high valley,

till I come after you, Rose,

and you mind now.

- You'd think I was 10 years old.

- Belle wants you out of it.

- All right, Uncle Jim.

- Ride on ahead.

Pull up.

Drop your gun belts.

- What you gettin' at, Mr. Davis, sir?

- I got no time to argue.

- Yes, sir.

- Those rifles too.

Go on ahead.

(horse snorts)

- I sure am surprised
at you, Mr. Davis, sir,

treatin' us this way.

- Belle's waitin', go on in.

- So you two were in Antioch,

the night the old marshal was killed?

- Us, ma'am? No, we weren't.

Somebody's been lying to you.

- Jim Davis, for instance?

You think he's a liar.
Is that right, Bob?

- No, ma'am, I have a lot
of respect for Mr. Davis.

Maybe he was misinformed.

Jim, I'm gonna ride out to the pass,

see if I can make a deal
with the new marshal.

Hang on to these two.

- You're not aimin' to turn us over

to that Antioch gang,
are you, Miss Belle?

They're liable to hang us.

- You knew the deal I
made with the old marshal.

If we'd stay out of Antioch,
he wouldn't bother us.

- But, ma'am, we--
- You broke my word.

You're going to pay for it.

- Sounds to me like you mean it.

(gun bangs)

I don't think you're gonna
make it, Mr. Davis, sir.

(ominous music)

I'm gonna talk to Bailey
when he gets back.

You keep your mouth shut.

Come on, snap out of it.

(hand slaps)
(solemn music)

What took you so long?

- Got back as soon as we could.

Where's the boss?

- She and Mr. Davis went up north

to get another bunch of men.

Told us to wait here.

- What's his horse doing here?

- Took a fresh one.

- What are we supposed to do?

- [Bob] Fight, keep 'em out of the gap.

- Fight?

That's a funny thing comin' from the boss.

- You want to argue with
Miss Belle's orders?

- Matty, you go ahead with the men.

I'm goin' back.

There's somethin' about
this I ain't so sure of.

(solemn music)
(knocks at door)

(dramatic music)

(guns banging)

- How we gonna get clear?

We can't go that way.
We'll run into Rose.

- I want to.

- Want to?

I'd sure hate to face her.

- You leave that to me.

Pull yourself together, grandma!

- I'm all right.

(guns banging)

- The boys are really gettin' it.

Let's hurry.

(guns banging)

- Bob, what's happening?

- We're taking a beating.

The posse is holding Miss
Belle and your Uncle Jim.

- Posse, what posse?
- It's from Antioch.

Don't you worry.

Me and Yuma are going up against some

of the men off the far range.

We'll take care of your
mother and Mr. Davis.

Yuma, come on.

- Bob-
- You just leave it

to us now, Rose.

Wait right here.

(guns banging)

- Where are you fellas goin', Texas maybe?

- Yeah, maybe.

- Pretty slick pair, ain't ya,

knowin' when to run?

Where do you figure Belle and Jim got to?

- Probably on the run, too, like us.

- Maybe.

- Want to ride with us?

- I was figurin' on asking.

- Come on.

(solemn music)
(fire crackling)

- Anybody want to say anything?

- Ain't nothin' much you can
say except good riddance.

But since we're all
Christians, uh, more or less,

let's hope they don't get what
they deserve in the beyond.

Well, that's the last of
Jim Davis and Belle Starr,

the last of Cherokee Flats.

We hope.

(solemn music)
(fire crackling)

(festive music)

♪ Pick your partner
and promenade ♪

♪ Guy comes out and
pulls her around ♪

♪ You swing wide
and off we go ♪

♪ Swing your own, count 'em four ♪

♪ Now, not nothin', you on that pan ♪

♪ Meet your partner, right-left, grand ♪

♪ Promenade, single file ♪

♪ Ladies lead, Indians ♪

(men howl)

♪ Pick up that girl behind you ♪

(men howl)

♪ Promenade, single file ♪

♪ Ladies lead Indian style ♪

(men howl)

♪ Promenade, single file ♪

♪ Ladies lead Indian style ♪

(men howl)

(guests applaud)

(guests chattering)

- Ladies and gentlemen, get your breath

and then we'll have a waltz.

- This is worse than riding posse.

(Gaffer coughs)

- Would you like some refreshments?

- I sure would.

But we're gonna have
to settle for coffee.

- You gonna make it?
- Right.

- Cup of coffee, please.
- She'll get it for you. I'm busy.

- Right away, Marshal.

- Give me some of that
chocolate cake, please.

- I never saw you before.

You're new, eh?

- If you never saw me before, I must be.

(Tom coughs)

- Take it easy, Tom.

- That coffee just came off the fire.

Be careful.

Don't burn yourself.

- Rose!

- You're not only new. You're fresh.

- I was minding my own business.

- All right, folks, here
we go for the waltz.

- You don't wanna dance, do ya?

- I'm sorry. I can't.

- Looks like we got off on the wrong foot.

Let's start over again.
How 'bout this waltz?

- I don't dance.
- Well, I can teach you.

- Why bother to teach me,

when there are plenty
of girls who know how.

(gentle music)

- Will you have this waltz with me, Tom?

- Pleasure, Mrs. Allen.

(gentle music)

- You mustn't mind her, Tom.

- Where'd you get her?

- She's from Cimarron.

She's the daughter of an old
friend of mine who just died.

She had no place to go,
so I gave her a job.

- Was her mother off the Flats?

- I know other people, Tom,

respectable people, I mean.

Just because my husband
was killed on the Flats-

I'm sorry, Mrs. Allen.
I, I didn't mean it that way.

(gentle music)

- Bye, girls.

I'll bet you'll sleep tonight.

- I'm dead.
- My feet are killing me.

- Good night, Mrs. Allen,
thanks for everything.

- Good night, Rose.

- Oh, Rose, can't we walk home with you?

It's getting late.

- No, thanks.

Bye!

- She's a funny one.

And the way she treated that marshal.

(solemn music)

- Hello, Rose.

What have you got against me?

I'm only trying to be friendly.

- Well, I'm not.

I thought I made that quite
plain to you at the dance.

- Wait a minute.
That's what bothers me.

Let's, let's talk it out.

- I guess the other girls at
Antioch are quite flattered

if you just look at them.

But I'm not interested.

Have I talked enough?

- No, not half enough.

What else is on your mind?

- That badge, I suppose you think

that gives you special privileges.

- No, not at all.

If that's what's worrying you,

well, I'll just take it off.

- Oh, no.

You'd be the same, badge or no badge.

- The same?

- Yes, arrogant, running over people,

certain you're right about everything.

(Tom laughs)

- I've never met a gal like you before,

tongue like a bullwhip,
pretty as a picture.

That interests me.

- Oh well, girl likes to have
something to say for herself.

- Don't you sort of
overdo it, just a little?

- Oh, I don't know.

Do I?

- Well, in your case, it's
quite easy to overlook.

- Well, that's a compliment.

Thank you, Marshal.

Good night, Marshal.

Thank you for seeing me home.

- It's the Marshal. He's back.

- Hello, Rose.

- What' d they do,
Marshal, rob a henhouse?

- Oh no, nothing that serious.

They just killed a rancher and his wife.

- [Mrs. Allen] Rose, I'm surprised at you.

- Well, he had them tied up like chickens.

- That's his job, law and order.

Antioch's been a decent place to live in,

since he took over.

- All right, get down.

Come on.

Take care of 'em.

- Got a couple of new birds for you.

- I've seen prettier.

- Lock 'em in separate cells.

All right, get movin'.

- I've got a fella locked up
who says he wants to see you.

- What's the charge?

- No charge, a little too
drunk for his own good

when Loftus picked him up.

Go on.

There's the marshal.

- Marshal Jackson?

- [Tom] That's me.

- You don't know me,
but you've heard of me.

I'm Lafe Bailey.

I used to be on the Flats.

- What are you doin' in Antioch?

- Marshal, I'd like to live here.

I'm gettin' old, and
I'm beginnin' to think

that honesty is the
best policy, after all.

It's just the liquor.
You'd better sleep it off.

- Please, Marshal, come on.

I'm a changed man.

You let me live here, and I'll
be as law abiding a fellow

as ever there was.

Man's entitled to a chance.

Ain't that right, Marshal?

Anybody can get off on the wrong foot.

- Seems to me you've been
off on the wrong foot

for a good many years.

Better sleep it off,
then we'll see, Bailey.

(lock clicks)

- Thanks, Marshal.
You'll never regret it.

You're a gentleman.

- Hi, Tom.
- Hello, Gaffer.

- This is United States Marshal Evans.

- Hello, Jackson, I've
heard a lot about you.

- Glad to know you, Marshal.

Hey, what's that?

- Oh, we're lookin' through some

of these souvenirs we
brought in from the Flats.

Evans here figures we might
find somethin' interesting.

- Lookin' for a lead
of some kind, any kind.

Did you ever hear anything of
this new bandit Bitter Creek?

- Nothing but his name.

- I was sent out to run him down,

but it's like the needle in the haystack.

No picture of him, no
description that's worth a hoot.

He's got no gang, just a couple of men.

They keep on the move.

He never seems to hole up.

- Well, Antioch may be
a little rough for him.

I doubt if he'll show up here.

- Maybe, but I need help.

The government needs help.

Hold up your right hand.

I hereby deputize you
United States Marshal.

Do you solemnly swear,
et cetera and so forth?

Okay, now I can call
on you when I need you.

- I never saw a man
promoted so fast. (laughs)

- You haven't found anything yet, huh?

- Nope.

I'm pullin' up for the
north, in the morning,

but I'll keep in touch.

If you hear anything, let me know.

- I couldn't get that one opened.

- I'll be back in a few minutes.

Is Rose around?

- She's in the back, helping Mrs. Allen.

- Thanks.

- Why, Tom!

- Recognize that?

- Yes.

- That your picture?

- Yes.

(locket clicks)

- Is it your locket?

- No, it isn't.

It's my mother's.

All right, now you know.

I'm Belle Starr's daughter,
and I'm proud of it.

- You can't hold that against her, Tom.

She's got no people, no place to go.

That's why I brought her over here.

- You killed my mother,
you and your posse.

I saw you and heard you at the grave!

- Give her a chance, Tom.

If people ever find out
she's Belle's daughter...

- Rose, listen to me.

We found your mother
and Jim Davis both dead

when we reached the ranch
house, and we buried 'em.

- I don't believe you.

- Killing women is not my business.

- But running them out of town is.

How long have I got, 24 hours?

- I'm not running you out of town, Rose.

You can stay if you like.

And it's nobody's business who you are,

if you behave yourself.

I knew the locket was your mother's,

and I just thought you might
like something of hers.

(solemn music)

(door clacks)

(playful music)

- Your beard must be
gettin' worse and worse.

Shaving twice a day now.

Another clean shirt.

Laundry bill must be
takin' most of your pay.

- (laughs) Let me worry about it.

- I smelled some of this stuff once,

down in New Orleans.

But it wasn't on a man.

(both laughing)

- Cut it out, will ya?

- You better hurry over
to the widow's resident,

before you lost that
flowery smell. (laughs)

- Well, someone may like it.

- I wonder who.

(playful music)

- What's the matter?

- This is a bad-luck town for us.

- (laughs) We're not gonna settle here.

We're just gonna grab somethin' to eat,

find our friend Bailey, and move on.

- Bailey's just a silly old guy.

- He knows too much, and
he's a loose-mouth drunk.

I'm not gonna leave him here to read that.

If he gets thirsty enough or broke enough,

that's the kind of reading he likes.

Come on, let's find a place
to get somethin' to eat.

- I'm pretty lucky,

finding you in this town, Miss Rose.

I don't know what I'd
do if it wasn't for you.

Pretty tough, a guy my
age trying to go straight.

- Bailey, the marshal says the
posse didn't kill my mother.

You said you were one of
the last ones on the ranch.

Do you remember anything that night?

- Miss Rose, it's like what I told you.

I, I don't know nothin'
what happened to Belle.

I was down at the pass when
the posse broke us and ran us.

- At the pass?

You said you were on the far range.

You do know something.

- No, no, I don't.

I don't know nothing at all.

- Yes, you do, and you're gonna tell me.

- You got a drink on the house?

- I'll get you some brandy.

(knocks at door)

- Wait just a minute, Marshal.

(ominous music)

- Hello, Bailey.

Glad to see you.
- Yauntis.

- We figured something happened to you.

- Listen, Yauntis, it's a free country.

If you had enough, you had enough.

You fellas was gettin' too rough for me,

too close to the rope.

I got my own carcass to worry about.

- Don't tell me an old timer
like you is losing your nerve.

I don't believe it.

Just to prove it to you,

we're gonna let you ride north with us.

Good pickins' up there.

- Rose.

(tense music)

Rose!

(tray clatters)

- Bob!

Why, Yuma!

- Hello, Miss Rose.

- Boys, this is Belle Starr's daughter.

- Howdy.

- Proud to know you, ma'am.

- Well, look at ya,

quite a young lady and pretty too.

What are you doin' in this place?

- I work here.

- You, dealin' 'em off the arm?

- I like it, making my own way.

- How 'bout Bailey?
Does he work here, too?

- No, she gives me my meals.

I'm a sick man.
She looks after me.

Ain't, ain't that right, Miss Rose?

Marshal, I was keepin' Miss
Rose company until you got here.

Excuse me, I gotta see some fella.

- Trouble?

- Oh no, these men startled me a bit.

I thought it was you.

- The restaurant's closed for the night.

Try Shepley's, down the street.

- I guess you must be Marshal Jackson.

Sure heard a lot about you, sir.

- Get those guns out.

Nobody wears guns in the
city limits of Antioch,

except me and my deputies.

- Sorry, Marshal, we didn't know.

Shepley's you say, down the street?

- Can't miss it.

- Sorry I startled you, miss.

Thank you, Marshal.

- Staying in town?

- No, sir, just passing through
on our way to Fort Smith.

Have a lot of mules up there, I hear.

We buy 'em.

- Mule buyers.

I wonder what Bailey was
in such a hurry about.

- Shall I get you something to eat?

- No, get your coat and hat,

and we'll go to Shepley's for a bite.

- I'm not very hungry.

As a matter of fact, I haven't
been feeling too well, today.

I have a sort of a headache.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Rose.

I'll walk you home then.
- All right.

Be with you in a minute.

(knuckles rap)

Get out of town, the
marshal's suspicious of you.

- Never mind that. I want to see you.

Where do you live?

- Mrs. Tracy's on Prairie Street.

- About an hour, that'll
give me time to shave.

You and the boys find
Bailey and stick with him.

I'll be at Spanish George's.

- That marshal's a rough customer.

Why don't we just run?

- Because, grandma, because.

Just go on.

- Maybe they went right on through.

Why not?

- No, they had a reason for coming here.

I've never seen mule buyers
packing so much hardware.

And Bailey left the place like
he was shout out of a cannon.

You figure they're old
Cherokee Flats boys?

- Well, Rose didn't seem to know 'em.

Well, she didn't seem to.

As soon as I left her, I
went over to Shepley's,

and they never showed up there.

- I found Bailey.

- If their Flats boys, Bailey'll know.

- Where is he?

- At Clancy's, he's pretty drunk.

Wilkins is watchin' him.

- I'll go have a talk with that gent.

- Tom, on the way back,

I run into one of those
fellas you're lookin' for,

the black-shirted one.

- Why didn't you stick with him?

- Well, he didn't have any guns on.

He was mindin' his own
business, very polite-like.

And, uh, uh...

- Well, what else?

- Well, that, uh, Miss Rose was with him.

- Where'd you see him?

- Just leavin' Miss Rose's boarding house,

ridin' north on Main Street.

- Ya big lug-head.

(Rose speaks in foreign language)

- You want more?
George got plenty.

Your mother, she used
to like eat plenty, too.

- Did you know her?

- Oh yes, I live on Flats
almost two years, once.

That was long time ago.

You were little child then.

- What was my mother like then, George?

- Plenty pretty, get plenty men, too.

Sometime, she whip the
fella with the whip,

but the fella never fight back.

They always laugh. (laughs)

You look like Miss Belle used to, plenty.

If you wanted more food,
call on George, eh?

- Gracias.

- Look, let's get back to Marshal Jackson.

- I still think you're wrong.

Couldn't something have happened
that you didn't know about?

- What, Miss Belle and Davis
were just as much alive

as we are right now when I went

to the high valley after you.

Why would any of the Flats
boys want to kill them?

- Deputy, you're all right.

Times like these an honest man needs

the protection of the law.

Look at that hand.

Still shaking.

Yeah, just one more to
drink, just one more.

Marshal!
- Hello, Bailey.

I'll get a hold of you if I need you.

- [Wilkins] All right, Marshal.

- Drink, Marshal?

- No thanks.

- To health and happiness.

- Who were the fellas in the restaurant?

You know them, don't you?

Who are they, old Flats boys?

- They still in town?

- Yeah.

- Look, Marshal, look at
that hand, still shaking.

I lost most of it, last night.

How 'bout you buy me another one?

- Sure.

(Lafe grunts)

(gentle piano music)

Thought I told you fellas
to take those guns off.

- What kind of psalm-singin' town is this?

- Watch it, Bronc.

- Get 'em off, and keep 'em off.

Where's your boss?

- Boss?

I ain't got any boss.

Never had.

- Where's the fellow in the black shirt?

- [Bronc] What fella?

- Where is he?
- Big peace officer,

him wearin' his gun, me with none.

(fist thuds)

- Bronc!

(strikes thudding)
(dramatic music)

(glass clattering)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- No, no.

- Where's your boss?

- Spanish George's.

- Marshal, Marshal!

- I got no time for you, right now.

- Have a drink.

- Well, if you think Bailey
can tell you anything new,

you're wrong.

- I still think Bailey
knows who killed my mother.

- Of course he knows.

He knows your marshal did
it, but he's not gonna talk.

He wants to live in Antioch, too.

Well, hello, Marshal.

Come on in, join us.

- I see you got sense
enough not to wear guns.

- That's right, Marshal.

Have some coffee?

- I thought you fellas
were just passing through.

- We were, but you know
how it is, Marshal.

You're a young fella.

Girls, what we won't do for them.

- Why didn't you tell me
you knew these fellas.

- What am I supposed to do,
report everything to you?

- Who are they?

- Fellas, just fellas.

- I think you better
come along with me, Rose.

- I'm not ready to go yet.

- Look here, Rose!
- Listen, Marshal,

the last thing I want is trouble.

I guess the best thing we
can do is just leave town.

- It's a good idea.

The bartender will give you your guns

when you're ready to leave.

Rose, if you don't happen
to know it already,

take my word for it.

You're in bad company.

(door thuds)

- Bad company?

As far as he's concerned,
you're bad company, too,

only you happen to be a girl and pretty.

You been in a stampede?

- I was mindin' my own business,

and he shoved a fight on me.

- Bad company, that's what you are.

You look a little wobbly.

Here.

- We found Bailey.

Yuma's sittin' with him in Clancy's.

- Do you have a gun?

You still wanna believe
that marshal, don't you?

Guess the only way I can convince you is

to make Bailey talk.

Come on.

Come on, I'll make him talk.

You better wait here while I get Bailey.

May be a little trouble if I
have to use pressure on him.

(gentle piano music)

- Sure am glad to see you.

- Get all the horses ready,
we're haulin' freight.

- Suits me.

- This is my pal.

Atta boy.

My old pal!

- Did he come from the Flats, too?

- I think you need another drink, Bailey.

- Slim's waiting. He'll be right out.

Come on, Bailey, we're leaving.

- Hmm, where are we goin'?

- Fort Smith.

- I like Antioch better.

- If you stay here, you'll
wind up in the gutter.

I can use you, Bailey.

- Mm-hmm-hmm. (laughs)

- Come on, we're all friends of yours.

- Oh sure, sure, tomorrow morning,

they'll find me lying on my
face, over there, someplace.

Let go of me.

- Come on, Bailey.

- Yeah.

Afraid I'll talk, eh?

Afraid I'll get you hung in this town.

(hand slaps)
(Lafe grunts)

- Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!

(tense music)

- I learned a few things from you, Bob.

Now go on about your business.

I may be an old man,

but I ain't so old you can push me around.

- You better put that gun away, Bailey.

- Go on, get out of town.

- You couldn't hit a
barrel from the inside.

(guns bang)

(dramatic music)

Keep me covered, boys!

- Where's the shooting coming from?

- Stranger just shot old
Bailey, down at Clancy's.

(dramatic music)

(gun clicks)

(guns banging)

(solemn music)

- He tried to kill me.

- You're under arrest, all of you.

- Fair fight, Marshal, I've got witnesses.

- [Slim] That's right, Marshal.

- Then you'll get a fair trial.

- I don't aim to be hung, Marshal.

- Climb down, all of you.

(dramatic music)

- I saw Bailey fire at him first,

but you don't care about that, do you?

- Keep out of this, Rose.

- Hiding behind a badge,

burning ranches, killing women, my mother!

(dramatic music)

- Tom.

Boy!

Get Doc Benson!

- That's what he said
just before he died,

poor old drunken Bailey.

He says that fella that
shot me was Bitter Creek.

- Bitter Creek?

Why, they oughta jerk my badge
for lettin' him get away.

- Hey, Tom, that black-shirted fella,

that was Bitter Creek, the bandit.

- I just told him.

- Oh.

Did you tell him that
Bailey was shot with a 32,

like Jim Davis and Belle Starr?

- Will you hold still?

I just sewed up that
pumpkin head of yours,

and you want to bust it wide open again?

- I'm gonna run him down
if it takes me all summer.

- Not for a few weeks you won't.

- Won't the U.S. marshal be
jumpin' when wire him the news?

- I'm not gonna wire anybody anything.

It's my fight and I'm
gonna handle it my own way.

- Okay, I'm finished.

See you in the morning.
- But you gotta wire

the U.S. marshal.

He's got no description.

- I tell ya, I'm gonna
handle it my own way.

Get the horses.

- Will you listen to me?

Now you go home and go to bed,
or I won't be responsible.

- You're a nice fellow,
Doc, and I like you.

Thanks.

- Now here, you go, uh, huh...

Ah!

(solemn music)

(gentle music)

(solemn music)
(frogs croaking)

- You boys better hit the kip.

Bunk off, boys.

If we happen to get jumped,

we're dead men if we're all in a bunch.

(solemn music)

- The horses are okay.

Everything's quiet.

- Call me in about three hours.

And don't hang around camp too close.

(solemn music)

Rose, you awake?

Playin' possum?

I know you're not asleep.

What's the idea not answering me?

- I was dozing.

- Comfortable?

Got enough blankets?

I never saw such a quiet girl.

They usually have plenty
to say for themselves.

Scared of Indians?

- [Rose] I told you, once before,

I'm not scared of anything.

- That's a good argument
you got there, Rose.

Yup, that's the kind of
argument I understand.

Couple more nights, we'll be
in Big Bend, home country,

where everybody thinks alike.

Good night, Rose.

- Good night, Bob.

(gentle music)
(frogs croaking)

(solemn music)

- They stopped here.

Probably spent the night.

Don't seem to be moving
as fast as they was.

- What have you got there?

- Look to be a hair ribbon.

- Yeah, it could be.

- Well, here we go again, still northeast.

(solemn music)

Sorry, Tom, I guess we lost 'em.

- Well, the last we saw, they
were still headin' northeast.

Must be makin' for the upper country.

Now we'll just keep movin'.

(frogs croaking)

(upbeat folk music)

- This is it.

You can relax.
We own this town.

(upbeat folk music)

(guests applaud)

I need a drink.

You better come along and
see I don't get too much.

Ah, just like mother used to make.

(man laughs)

- Hey now!

- Let's go out and look at the moon.

- The moon is down by now.

- You've got an answer for everything,

and it's always the wrong one.

Come on.

(guests chattering)

There, you see? You were wrong.

The moon's still up.

- So it is. (laughs)

- You know, every time I look
at you, you get prettier.

You're just about the
prettiest girl I know

and the most bull-headed.

- What was in that jug?

- Rose, let's get married.

- Married?

That's some of Ol' Jed's liquor talking.

- Glad you mentioned him,

our brave peace officer, good Ol' Jed.

He can marry us, and legal.

And you won't have to sleep

with that gun under your pillow anymore.

- Stop it, Bob.

I can't see you married.

- I mean it, right now, this minute.

Let's go tell everybody.

We'll have the rip-roaringest
party Big Bend has ever seen.

- I don't know.

(gentle music)

- If you're still thinking
about Antioch, forget it.

The only thing that's waiting
for you back there is jail

- I know.

That's ancient history to me.

- Well, then what are we waiting for?

(hooves clopping)

It can't be Big Bend boys.

They're all at the dance.

(upbeat piano music)

- Well, somebody's havin'
a good time, anyway.

- Wonder where the marshal of
this gopher hole hangs out.

- There's a racket goin' on in there,

plenty of people to ask.

- I wanna see the marshal first.

(upbeat piano music)

- Well, it's our old friend the marshal.

- What are you gonna do?

Let's get out of town.
- No, too simple.

- May have a posse with
'em, like on the Flats.

- I doubt it, too far from home.

Besides, he's not wise about Big Bend.

He thinks it's jus a plain little town.

(upbeat piano music)

You suppose that Antioch
lunkhead is aimin'

to talk to old Jed?

(guests laughing)

(upbeat piano music)

That's it. He's going to see our marshal.

Get out of those duds.

Hey, Bronc!

Bronc!

(upbeat piano music)

- Marshal around?

- Jed? Yeah.

He's catchin' up on a little sleep.

He's always catchin' up on
his sleep, day and night.

You'll find he's layin'
in there, on the couch.

If he don't wake up, clob him one.

- That you, Clem?

You got my liquor?

- You the town marshal?

- That's me.

What can I do for you, stranger?

- I'm a U.S. deputy marshal,

and I need a little help.

- Oh, yeah, sure, sure.

At your service, sir.

- Know a fella by the name of Bob Yauntis?

- Well, lots of Bobs around.

Never was much on family names.

Never can remember 'em.

Let me see.

What's he do for a living?

Cowpoke?

- He's a bandit.

- (laughs) You're barkin'
up the wrong tree, mister.

We don't allow none of that
wild bunch to alight here.

We run 'em off.

- What about Bitter Creek?

- Oh, that fella.

Yeah, I heard of him.

He's a bad one.

Let's see, I do remember somethin'

about him, it appears like,

that might be some help to ya.

You got a warrant for him?

- Yeah.

- What was that?

Oh, yes, he, uh, pulled
out of town, up northeast.

Clearwater, it was.

Shot a couple of people
and robbed a store.

Why, if you're lookin' for him,

ya follow the river.

Lead ya right to Clearwater.

- Thanks, Marshal.

- Well, that's all right.

Always glad to help out a fellow officer.

We should stick together is what I say.

Lot of roughs and bad ones around.

Gettin' worse all the time.

- What's happened?

Something wrong?

- Looks like somebody helped
themselves to our horses.

- Right in front of my office?

Well, I'll hang 'em if it's
the last thing I ever do.

Clem, Clem!

- Better catch him first, haven't you?

- I'll catch him, don't you worry none.

Nothin' I hate more
than a horse thief.

Clem!

Clem!

Where's that blasted deputy?

- The street was full of
horses when we rode in.

- We've been had.

- [Gaffer] Quiet, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I don't like this, Tom.

- Let's find our horses.

Look down that side of the street.

(suspenseful music)
(frogs croaking)

- Let me have him.

- Okay, when he gets to the light.

(suspenseful music)
(frogs croaking)

(rifle clicks)

- Tom, look out!

(guns banging)

(dramatic music)

(gun bangs)

- Hit bad?
- It ain't no love tap.

- Don't worry, Gaffer,
I'll get you outta here.

(hooves clopping)

- There they go.

- [Jed] What happened,
boys? What happened?

- You get us some horses, or
I'll see that you're hanged.

- Hanged, me, a law officer?

I'll get the horses.

(suspenseful music)

- Well, nobody can jump us here.

See all over the whole countryside.

(tense music)

- That Antioch marshal knows
a horse when he sees one.

- Yeah, he looks all right.

Gonna ride him myself.

(gentle music)

(rifle clicks)
Nice gun.

Let's see what else we got.

- Handkerchiefs, what are they for?

- Neat as pin, that marshal.

About your size.

- Cotton.

- Well, what do we here?

Looks like he had a girl hid out.

See, those quiet fellows are all the same.

(gentle music)

Poor as a church mouse,
that marshal.

Nothing in here worth over two bucks.

Something funny about that ribbon?

- No, just a common ribbon.

- Oh!

- I'm afraid he'll be all right.

- Course I'll be all right, ya jackass.

- But he's got to stay off
that leg, for a long time.

He's not a young man, you know.

- Why, you little saw-bone, oh!

- Relax, Gaffer, relax.

He's really not as old as he looks.

He just worries a lot.

I'll see that he stays in bed
and minds his P's and Q's.

- I'll drop in tonight.

- It won't be necessary.

Where are you going?

- I'm going to the telegraph office.

- Tom, listen to me.

- I should've listened to you

when we first started this trek.

I tried to make a
one-man circus out of it,

and all I did was get you shot.

- I've been shot before.

- I'm gonna make this country too hot

to hold those thieving killers.

And Bitter Creek?

He's gonna be stretching
rope before I'm through.

- Other people are gonna
get hurt, too, Tom.

- Rose?

Well, I can't help that.

She made her choice.

- Tom, this is Gaffer.

You don't have to pretend.

(door clacks)

(suspenseful music)

- [Yuma] They're stoppin' everybody.

Let's get outta here.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- You should've finished off that marshal.

- You had your chance, and you missed.

What are you yelling about?

- What?
- Stay outta this.

- Bob, we've gotta get
out of this country.

- Where to and on what?

We gotta hole up someplace and rest first.

- What about Cherokee Joe's place?

- Yeah, I've been thinkin' about that.

Okay, but I'm gonna ride
there, if I kill this horse.

(solemn music)

Hello, Joe.

- You no stop here. You go!

- What's wrong?

- Plenty trouble, want no more.

- We need rest, fresh horses.

- You got money, pay?

- I figure I'm gettin' my hands
on some, right away, soon.

- No, no, go!

You go!

(tense music)

- Where's Marshal Jackson?

- Inside, I think.

- Marshal, the posse found 'em.

- Which one?
- The one out of Kiowa.

They got 'em on the run,
up along the north park.

- Go see if you can find a posse
that's south of Clearwater.

Get 'em started north.
- Right.

(dramatic music)

(guns banging)

- Head for those trees!

(dramatic music)

(guns banging)

(rifle clicks)

(rifle banging)

(guns banging)

- They got Yuma.

- Pretty bad, I think.

- Oh, you'll be all right.

(dramatic music)

- There they go!

They're heading northeast,
probably for the ford.

Let me keep after 'em, Marshal.

- No, we better get our boys back to town,

if they got any chance at all.

You pick up the horses.

(dramatic music)

- What happened?

- We got bushwhacked, had to quit.

- Which way they headin' for?

- Northeast, probably
the ford at north park.

You better wait for
that Clearwater posse.

You'll get the same thing we got.

You ain't much good alone.

- Main thing is to keep 'em runnin'.

(solemn music)

- Bob, we've got to stop!

(somber music)

Yuma can't ride anymore.

- We've gotta keep going.

They'll never let up on us now.

- But, Bob.

- I'm all right.

I can make it.

(solemn music)

- Oh, wait, Bob!

Help me!

- Draggin' him along
just isn't gonna work.

(dramatic music)

(solemn music)

- There's a house.

Looks like we're in luck, for a change.

(horse nickers)

(solemn music)

How do you do, sir?

- [Homeowner] Go on, get
out of here, you fellas!

I've been watchin' you.

And I want no trouble with you.

- We need some fresh horses.
How 'bout a swap?

- No swapping.

Go on, get out!

- Now that's no way to talk, mister.

We got some fine horses here.

Look at that Appalachian.

He's worth $100 of anybody's money.

- Yeah, maybe.

But they ain't my horses to swap.

Go on, get out!

- Is there anybody else
around here I can talk to?

- No, there ain't.

(fist thuds)
(dramatic music)

If my son was here, he'd kill you.

- Shut up.

All right, switch horses!
What are you waiting for?

I'll keep my eye on this old buzzard.

Yuma, get off that horse.

If you can't help you, at
least don't get in the way.

(Rose gasps)

- He's in bad shape, Bob.

- Yeah, guess you were right.

(suspenseful music)

- Horses are ready, Bob.

- Come on, Rose.

- But Yuma's horse isn't saddled yet.

- Yuma's not going.

- Not going?
- We've gotta make time.

We can't lug any dead weight.

- But you can't leave him here.

He'll die or the posse'll get him.

They'll hang him.

(dramatic music)

I won't let you leave him here!

- You shut your mouth,
or I'll shut it for you.

Put her on that horse.

- All right, leave him here.

Maybe that's right.

But I'm gonna stay here
and take care of him.

- Put her on that horse.

- [Rose] Please, Bob!

(tense music)

- Figure you're about through?

- I don't know.

Guess so.

- Not much use hangin' on then.

- Guess not.

(rifle clicks)

(dramatic music)

(hand slaps)

- Keep her on that horse.

(gun banging)

Let's get out of here!

(solemn music)

Head north for the hills!

- Did they get the blue roan?

- Yes, Chris, I couldn't stop 'em.

- Blast 'em!

Is he one of 'em?
- Yeah, hit bad.

- [Chris] You're gonna hang for this.

(ominous music)

(frogs croaking)

- You asleep?

- Just about.

- If you got any ideas about running away,

get 'em out of your head.

- I've got no place to run to.

- That was a great show
you put on for the boys.

They'll never trust you again.

You're lucky Bronc didn't bend
a gun barrel over your head.

He may yet.

(frogs croaking)

You asleep?

(horse neighs)

Rose, Rose!

She's gone.
- Let her go.

- I'm for catchin' her.
- We've got to.

- She took Blue.

- We're lucky she didn't take 'em all.

- It's your business,

but she should have
the coyotes put on her.

She knows too much,
and she ain't reliable.

- Well, if I know her, she
went back to that ranch.

(solemn music)
(frogs croaking)

- Yuma, how are you?

- I'm through, this time, Miss Rose.

I just can't get it over with.

- You mustn't talk that way.

I'm gonna look after you.

Are you alone?

- Yes, but you can't
stay here, Miss Rose.

They'll be back.

Where's Bob?

- Don't worry about him.

I ran away from him.

- That's good.

No, that's not good.

Get out of here, Rose, hurry.

- [Rose] Yuma, you mustn't.

- Bob will never let you get away.

He'll be after you.

Run for it, Miss Rose.

Run for it!

- No, I'm not afraid of him.

Yuma, lie back.

- You gotta, you gotta listen to me.

You don't know what Bob's like.

He, he killed Miss Belle.

I saw him.

- He killed my mother?

Yuma, you don't know
what you're saying.

- I swear it, Miss Rose.

I swear it.

(solemn music)

- I'll see him hanged.

- I should've told you before.

I wanted to, but I was scared.

Say you'll forgive me, Miss Rose.

I gotta hear you say it.

- I forgive you, Yuma.

- Thanks.

(somber music)
(frogs croaking)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Nobody in sight but her.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

Hold it!

(gun bangs)

- Tom.

(gun bangs)
(dramatic music)

(guns banging)
(suspenseful music)

(solemn music)

- You should've stopped when
you were all in one piece.

- Can't hang a man for
tryin', Marshal, sir.

- I don't know about that,
but we're gonna hang you.

Start walkin'.

(solemn music)

- I think I'm hit pretty bad, Mr. Marshal.

- I'm hit, too.

Do the best you can.

- I'm bleedin' pretty bad.

You all right if I fix my arm?

- Okay, but don't make any mistakes.

(tense music)

(guns bang)

(solemn music)

(Bob gasps)

- You were wrong about
one thing, Marshal.

You'll never hang me.

(somber music)

(gentle music)

- Hold it!

- You know you wouldn't shoot me, Tom.

- Go ahead, run!

But I'll get ya if it takes me five years.

(gentle music)

You know what you're facing?

Jail.

- I know.

- Maybe quite a stretch.

- Mm-hmm, I know.

Did you really mean what you said?

Would you wait five
years to get me, Tom?

(gentle music)

- Yeah.

(gentle music)

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