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[ theme song ]

Whoa.

Darn fool driver-- like to run us down.

Two coaches?

Either somebody important

or the mail load for Medicine Bow's gettin' mighty big.

Last time I saw two coaches together it was for the governor,

and that was when I was still wearing pigtails.

That must have been a long time ago.

Well, with the mail getting to town before we do,

at least we won't have to spend the whole day waiting around,

and I know how you hate to loaf and watch pretty girls.

Yeah. Well, we better get goin'.

Trampas, wait.

For what?

[ dog whimpering ]

Betsy, wait. Betsy.

Trampas, it's a dog.

Betsy, don't go any closer.

But he's hurt.

[ growls ]

[ barks ]

[ continues barking ]

Betsy, get out of the way.

[ gunshot ]

[ barks ]

This is the wrong time of the year

to be walkin' up to strange dogs, Betsy.

He may be sick or poisoned.

Sure.

There's a man dyin' in town right now from an animal bite.

Best you remember that.

I'll remember it.

Thanks.

Trampas?

I don't feel right about lettin' him get away.

When we get back from town,

I'll ask some of the hands to help me track him down.

Thank you.

Take my personal luggage inside and then wait here.

I'll tell ya what to do with the rest later.

Hello, Sally.

Gavin Heath.

You haven't changed.

May I sit down?

Oh, please.

How long has it been? Two years?

Three. Three years.

Danny, two whiskies.

Yes, sir.

Ah, last time you told me

that I'd be going on a long journey.

Yes, I did.

Now let's see what the cards say this time, Sally.

All right.

Why'd you run away?

Oh, let's just say I left.

Now I've come back.

You were a good friend when I needed one.

Now I want you to share in a little celebration I've planned.

GAVIN: Mm. Ten of spades.

That's a mistake.

Uh, fifty cents.

Don't you trust me?

You ain't been away that long.

[ chuckles ]

Another mistake?

No, not this time.

Mm. Great riches... and some bad luck.

All in a lump.

The bad luck is starting right now.

Ah, Mr. Gentry.

This is your unpaid hotel bill for $37.

Now what are you going to do about it?

Pay it, of course.

I've held that bill for three years.

There's a law against swindling hotel owners.

I'll get the sheriff. That's what I--

There you are, Mr. Gentry.

And keep the change for your inconvenience.

You see? I've stopped running.

Where did you get all that money?

Now don't you worry about that.

Now come on, Sally. I've got something I wanna show you.

[ laughs ]

I wonder if Veuve Cliquot travels well on a stagecoach.

Should we find out?

Yes.

[ pops ]

[ all cheer ]

MM.

What's your opinion, sir?

Come on, taste it.

[ clears throat ]

Why, Mayor!

I'm sorry, Mr. Heath, your telegram just got here.

It was delayed somehow, and you know,

I haven't had a chance to get word

to the councilman or the volunteer fire department.

Ah, I want them all at the party.

Oh, you bet, Mr. Heath. They'll be here, all right.

That's right, Mr. Mayor.

Invite all the good folk of Medicine Bow.

You're all invited.

[ all clamoring ]

Now, Sally, come around here.

I've got something special for you.

His telegram wasn't delayed at all.

It got here yesterday, and I wired back to check on him.

He struck it rich in Colorado.

Worth half a million dollars!

[ laughs ]

There.

Oh, Gavin!

Go on, open it.

I love surprises.

Thank you.

[ gasps ]

My favorite color.

Whoa.

BETSY: What do you suppose is goin' on?

I don't know, but those stagecoaches are right in the middle of it.

May I try it on?

You have such good taste.

Trampas, it's Gavin! Gavin Heath!

Trampas, wait. Please.

Gavin!

Gavin!

Betsy! Oh!

Betsy Garth.

What's happened to you?

BOTH: You've grown up!

[ both laugh ]

Trampas. It's been a long time.

I'll get the mail, Betsy.

What do you suppose got into him?

I suppose you're too grown up

for me to give you a great big kiss

right here in the middle of the street.

Says who?

Ha!

[ laughs ]

And how's that father of yours?

He's gonna be furious at you

for not telling him you were coming!

I wanted it to be a surprise.

Surprise? It's more like a celebration.

It is-- a homecoming celebration.

Uh, no.

I suppose not yet.

[ laughs ]

Sarsaparilla!

All right, fellas, you can unload it all.

Mr. Gentry will tell you where to put it.

Good morning, sir.Good morning.

Mr. Oliphant, this is a very dear friend-- Mr. Heath.

How do you do, sir.How do you do.

Mr. Oliphant moved into town a short time after you left, Gavin.

[ whispering ] Nice chap?

A very nice chap.

Good, then he's invited.

To what, sir?

To my party on Saturday night.

An endorsement from Betsy Garth

is better than money in the bank,

as far as I'm concerned.

Now do you think that if we three put our heads together,

you might come up with a nice, cool sarsaparilla

for a very special lady friend?

Oh, I expect we might, sir.

Good.

You sound like a fellow countryman, sir.

You are British, aren't you?

Formally.

Mr. Heath used to run a ranch

this side of Shiloh on Clear Creek.

Daddy helped to start him out.

And the Winter of '83 helped to finish me off.

Very sad tale.

[ door bell rings ]

Time to getting back, Betsy.

Well, it was nice seeing you.

Oh, you will come and stay with us, won't you, Gavin?

I'd like that very much.

Good, we'll fix up the guest room,

and you can read to me the way you used to.

I'm studying Shakespeare now.

I'm going to recite a passage for the elocution contest.

Contest?For the Fourth of July.

Oh, I know it's a few weeks off,

but I'm gonna need all the help I can get.

Then you shall have it.

You won't disappoint us?

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Trampas.

Later, when you have the time,

I'd like very much to talk to you.

[ door closes ]

What were you bein' so rude to him for?

He used to be one of your best friends,

and now you treat him as though you hate him.

I don't hate him, Betsy,

no more than I hate that mad dog we saw this mornin'.

I just don't wanna be around either one of them.

Now I'd appreciate it if we could drop it.

Let's go.

You handle yourself like a military man.

Army?

Formerly.

Formerly British. Formerly Army.

India?

Would you care for a glass of champagne?

Crimea then.

I was there in '55, you know.

Crimea-- hell of a place, that.

One big cesspool of corruption

from Balaclava to Sebastepol.

Retired a Sergeant.

I say, Miss Betsy said you ranched at Clear Creek.

Coincidence that.

You must have noticed that valley out there.

It's the spittin' image of Balaclava itself.

Balaclava. Enter the Light Brigade.

Charge for the guns, he said.

Into the Valley of Death rode the 600.

700.

Well, Lord Tennyson said--

Lord Tennyson wasn't there.

700.

And 14, to be precise.

Oh, all right, sir. Whatever you say.

Oh, I say, you're not leaving, are you?

I haven't had a chance to talk about the old days since--

I'm sorry, but I must go.

Ah, well. Balaclava.

Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do it--

[ chuckles ] To our further acquaintance, sir, and to the Queen.

God bless her.

God bless her, indeed.

But if you must drink to someone,

why not to the 700?

[ door bell rings ]

MAN: Gavin!

[ bagpipes playing ]

MAN: Fire!

MAN: Charge!

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people screaming ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ pig squealing ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people shouting ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ pig squealing ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people shouting ]

[ bagpipes playing ]

[ dog growls ]

[ growling continues ]

[ growling stops ]

Daddy, I found it.

Eureka.

"Cowards die many times before their deaths.

"The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders..."

"That I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange."

You know it?

Hmm? Well.

I opened a book of Shakespeare once--

by mistake, of course.

What's this all about? The elocution contest?

Mm-hmm. I thought about this passage from Julius Caesar.

Gavin quoted it to me once from memory. Listen.

"Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

"it seems to me most strange that men should fear;

"seeing that death, a necessary end,

will come when it will come."

Gavin said it was worth remembering.

He was right.

[ whistles ]

Twenty-eight cases of champagne, I heard.

Twenty-eight cases, huh?

Lord's own truth. Betsy was there. So was Trampas, right?

So all told, I figure there's $100 worth of champagne.

Sounds more like seven or eight hundred dollars worth to me, Steve.

Come on, who'd spend that kind of money for fizz water?

Fizz water, huh?

[ imitating British accent ] That's all it is.

Can't get your teeth into it for the bubbles.

Well, fizz water or champagne or whatever--

it's free.

I understand we're all invited.

Now that's Saturday night.

For now, let's concentrate on one thing at a time.

Two things we gotta remember--

we want the dog, but let's not go killin' each other

shootin' into the underbrush after it.

Sounds sensible.

The second thing is nobody dismounts.

If that dog's rabid, he'll bite.

Gavin, what happened?

Nothing, just a little accident.

Daddy!

Gavin, it's good to see you.

What's all this?

Oh, I just ran into a spot of trouble.

Betsy, there's some coffee on the stove.

Come in here.

I'm sorry to land on you like this after a long time.

How did this happen?

I was bitten.

I was riding up Clear Creek.

This dog came out of nowhere.

Henry, is there any rabies around?

What happened to the dog?

It's dead.

Betsy, tell the boys to call of their hunt.

Gavin just killed a wild dog.

Probably the same one you saw this morning.

Of course. And have someone hitch up the buggy.

You haven't answered my question.

Is there any hydrophobia in the area?

Well, let's get this wound cleaned up.

Then we'll ride out to Clear Creek,

pick up the body of the dog...

then we'll see what the doctor has to say.

Which means to say there is.

Mark.

Oh, hello, Judge. Gavin.

They told me I'd find Dr. Spalding here.

Yeah, Doc's in back. He'll be through shortly.

You expecting company?

A whole passel of it.

As far back as I can recall,

I don't think we've ever had

eight prisoners in this jail all at one time.

What's the occasion?

Federal Marshal's bringing in some renegade Indians.

Seems they got their hands in some liquor

and burned out four or five ranches.

We're gonna hold them here till we can transfer them to the county seat.

I see.

[ man groaning ]

I wouldn't go back there.

Doc's with Sam Hardesty.

Bit by a mad dog last month, you know.

It's just catching up with him. It's not a pretty sight.

What's he doing here?

It was his own idea.

[ groaning continues ]

Gav, wait.

[ groaning ]

He wanted us to put him away.

Said he tried to kill someone.

[ groaning continues ]

[ screaming ]

I'm afraid I can't tell much just by looking at the dog.

The only way to be sure is to send the body

to the medical laboratory in St. Louis.

Well, what good will that do?

Well, it's the only way of making certain whether the dog had rabies.

Doesn't have to be rabies.

What else could it be?

Infection, reaction from poison.

Strychnine, for instance.

Infection. Strychnine.

Why can't you say what you think?

You said the dog was salivating.

Well, that doesn't usually happen

until the lower jaw gets paralyzed,

and then, most often, the dog can't bite.

Well, this dog did.

Well, there are exceptions,

but there's no use jumping to conclusions.

All right, but what if the conclusions jump at me?

How will I know?

Well...

a tingling around the wound,

itching, changing of moods,

intense thirst.

Doc, is there a cure?

No...

but they're working on a treatment, I understand.

There's nothing for certain yet,

but they're trying.

Doc, I'd be grateful for the truth.

Surely you can make an intelligent guess.

Do you think it is rabies?

It's probable, but not certain.

How... how long does it take?

How long has it been with that man back at the jail?

A month to the day.

Thirty days hath Gavin Heath.

No, Gavin.

Henry, it's coming.

You know it, the dog knows it,

and there isn't a blasted thing that any of us can do about it.

[ door closes ]

If he's a good friend of yours, Henry,

keep an eye on him.

I will.

[ knock at door ]

[ knock at door ]

We expected you for breakfast.

Betsy was disappointed.

What do you say we saddle up?

Show you around the place.

Been some changes since you were here last.

A lot of improvements.

This giving in to despair isn't the answer, Gavin.

You're not alone.

Aren't I, Henry?

I'll help you in any way I can.

You could do me one small favor.

Turn back the clock.

Can't do that, can we, Henry?

No, we can't.

And your staring up at the ceiling of this room

can't turn back the clock either,

but it can steel whatever time you've got left.

If you give up here in this room, you're already a dead man,

even if you live to be 100.

[ door closes ]

Henry, how do you stand this place?

It's so quiet, you'd think someone had just died.

Well, I was afraid someone had.

You're wrong, old boy. Plans have changed.

I'm going to town. Lots of preparations to make.

It's gonna be quite a party.

Party?

Well, my homecoming celebration.

Don't tell me you've forgotten.

You mean, you are going through with it?

Don't be such a stuffed shirt, Henry.

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow...

Tell the boys they're all invited.

Trampas, too.

Especially Trampas.

All right.

It's gonna be a great party,

and it's going on for a long time.

Maybe even for the rest of my life.

♪♪

Wonderful party, Mr. Heath.Thank you.

Your very good health, Mr. Heath.

And to you, both of ya.

Ah, my very own guests of honor.

May I say you look lovely, Miss Garth?

Thank you.

And you, Henry-- most distinguished.

Well, come along and help yourselves

to what you want-- food or drink.

Uh, you are limited to sarsaparilla.

Betsy Garth, you're late for our first dance. Judge.

Well, your guests seem to be having a good time.

Yes, for tonight at least, everyone loves Gavin Heath.

With the notable exception of Trampas.

Trampas and the Virginian have some work to get rid of.

Perhaps they'll be here later.

Oh, yes, of course, Henry.

Well, come on, don't just stand there.

Help yourself to some champagne.

Now, Sally, we can't have the belle of the ball with an empty glass.

Creates a bad precedent, you know.

You've done your share of flirting with the other belles.

Ah, we're jealous. Imagine that.

Oh, we all know you're the only woman I love.

I think I liked you better when you didn't have a cent to your name.

Come, drink up. Be merry.

Gavin, what are you trying to prove with all this?

That you can buy friends?

And why not, Sally, my love?

Look at them.

A room full of happy people--

each one of them a personal friend of Gavin Heath.

That's the way life should be lived--

one big party.

Well, you can't do it forever, Gavin.

No, maybe not,

but I can do it for as long as I live.

I see Mr. Heath has recovered his spirits.

I wonder, Doctor.

He spent the entire morning in a darkened room,

as despondent a man as I've ever seen,

holding the whole world at bay outside those four walls.

Tonight, he's invited the world in.

A man hides in darkness and grasps at straws.

A tormented man, yes.

Well, what's a man to do if he has 30 days to live?

How's Hardesty?

Can't last much longer.

Poor devil.

Amen to that, Judge.

To Hardesty... and Gavin Heath.

[ laughs ]

[ both laugh ]

Come on, gentlemen, drink up.

Well, good evening, Judge.

Well, you look like you're ready to do battle.

I shall limit my skirmishes

to the wine glass and the waltz, I assure you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!

May I have your attention, please?

Now I would like to propose a toast to a gentleman,

and I am proud to say, a comrade-in-arms of mine,

a valiant soldier of the Queen,

to my countryman Gavin Heath!

[ applause ]

But that's not all, ladies and gentlemen.

There's more you may not know about our worthy host.

He is a veteran, yes,

and a survivor of that gallant army

whose blood stained with crimson honor

the soul of the Crimea.

The Crimea.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward.

All in the Valley of Death rode the 600.

Forward the Light Brigade.

Charge for the guns, he said.

Into the Valley of Death rode the 600.

Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered.

Theirs not to make reply. Theirs not to reason why.

Theirs but to do and die.

Into the Valley of Death rode the 600.

Cannon to the right of them. Cannon to the left of them.

Cannon in front of them--

Shut up.

Shut up!

[ woman screams ]

Get out! All of you!

Get out!

Do you hear what I say?

The party's over!

Get out!

Gavin.

You, too, Henry. Get out.

Please!

[ church bell ringing ]

[ pops ]

[ church bell ringing ]

Are you the-- are you the minister?

Yes.

I'm Gavin Heath.

I guess I should have come to see you sooner.

Well, Mr. Heath, why don't we go inside.

Services won't be--No, please.

I need the air.

Reverend, I'm going to die.

I mean, soon.

Same way that Sam Hardesty is dying.

You mean you've been bitten by--

By a mad beast, yes.

Surely there's something the doctor can do.

Nothing. Do you understand? Nothing.

I've been judged, found guilty, and condemned.

Reverend, I--I need help.

I want to be shown how to face death,

how to find peace.

I can only help you search. Mr. Heath.:

But you're a minister.

Answers are supposed to be your stock in trade.

Such answers are kept within our own heart,

but we have been given ways to seek them out.

You must pray for guidance, for understanding.

I'll pray with you.

Pray.

My God, don't you understand?

I'm going to die like a mad animal.

I don't want prayers. I want help.

Please, help me!

Mr. Heath, Sam Hardesty asked me the same thing you're asking.

We talked and we prayed.

I tried desperately to help him.

I only know that--

But Hardesty-- what did he do?

He tried to crowd death out

by crowding in as much of living as he could.

None of it seemed to help him.

But... but you did help him.

I helped him look for God.

You didhelp him.

I tried, yes.

Then help me.

Mr. Heath, I have to tell you the truth.

Sam Hardesty didn't find peace as you mean it.

A friend caught him trying to take his own life.

In the struggle for the gun, he almost killed his friend.

That's when they locked him up in the jail.

Fraud.

Faith is your only answer!

Oh, keep your platitudes.

Have faith and pray!

Fraud! Fraud! Fraud!

Gavin, wait!

JUDGE GARTH: Gavin, come back! Gavin!

Feeling better?

So you came back for me.

I've added one more character to my collection--

the drunken fool.

You've never judged me, have you?

You're more than a friend, Henry.

Now what you need is a bath and some sleep.

Would you do me one more favor?

What is it?

Take the cut-off to Clear Creek Valley.

But you're in no condition.

It's important to me, Henry.

All right.

I never told you the details of Balaclava

and the Light Brigade, did I, Henry?

I should have told you the whole story long ago.

There's no need, Gavin.

There is--my need.

Do you know why I chose this place?

It's as though someone had made an exact model of Balaclava

and reconstructed it here.

Causeway Heights...

Fedioking Heights...

and the main Russian batteries straight ahead.

Gavin--

Have you ever been afraid, Henry?

Yes.

I mean, reallyafraid--

so afraid that your gun slipped from your hand

with the ooze of your fear.

Your feet swam in your boots from the sweat of it.

Your mouth so dry that you couldn't even betray yourself with a scream.

Every man's afraid, Gavin. Many times.

Maybe.

We started from... just about here.

You could smell death in the very dust from the horse's hooves.

Over 700 men charged up that valley,

and 195 came back--

every one of them a hero.

With one exception.

I said I was afraid. I was worse than that.

I was a... coward.

I pretended I was shot, and I fell off my horse.

Right there in front of Lord Raglan and the rest of them,

I did that.

That was a long time ago, Gavin.

You couldn't have been more than a boy.

Nineteen.

A beardless boy without thought...

or courage.

They cashiered me. They could have shot me, I suppose,

except that I was so young.

You do a thing like that, Henry...

the rest of your life, you're--you're a ghost of a man...

without a family, without a country,

without a... without a soul.

You're just lost in a void...

a void that's 30 years wide...

and 1,000 years long.

Don't judge yourself so harshly.

Why not, Henry?

You can't change anything. We both know that.

You can't rewrite history. You can't turn back the clock.

You can't even sew the buttons back on your uniform...

once they've cut them off.

[ sighs ]

Whoa.

JUDGE GARTH: Trampas. Take care of the Horses.

Trampas, we still haven't had a chance for that talk.

I better get on with the horses.

Trampas, I, uh...

I don't know what happened between you two,

but I'm just askin' you to give him a chance.

You two were friends once.

I wrote him off three years ago.

That's the way I want it to stay.

You're very fortunate.

You got the whole world all played out--neat and clean,

black and white, no grays.

Some things are like that.

Not people.

Nothin' you can say will change--

I'm askin' you to listen to him.

Come back to the house when you're finished.

Thanks.

Trampas...

I've been trying to explain for three years.

You won't give me a chance.

I guess I figured it out for myself.

And you figured it out quite right.

Then what do you want from me?

Your beef were bein' stolen.

We set a trap to catch the thieves, and it worked--

only you didn't show up,

and I had to face three men alone.

I'm not asking you to forgive me.

I'm only asking you to understand.

All right, I understand! Now stay away from me!

Now, Trampas, you don'tunderstand!

I was afraid of failing you.

If I'd met you as we planned,

there'd have been just the two of us.

You'd have been depending on me to back you up,

and if I'd failed you then, you'd have been killed for sure.

It's an old and familiar pattern in my life...

a test I couldn't face, a chance I couldn't take.

I'm sorry, Trampas.

Daddy, I-- oh, Gavin!

Betsy.

Are-- are you all right?

Yes, thank you. Betsy, I'm fine.

Gavin, I think I found it-- the speech for my contest.

I was looking for all the wrong things before,

like flags and battles.

Well, what we're really celebrating

is simply the love of country.

Would you like to hear it?

I'd be very glad if you'd read it to me.

The words couldn't apply to the United States, of course,

but the sentiment does. Listen.

"This royal thrown of kings, this sceptred isle.

This Earth of majesty, this seat of Mars."

BOTH: "This other Eden, demi-paradise."

"This other Eden, demi-paradise;

"this fortress built by nature for herself

"against infection and the hand of war...

"this happy breed of men...

"this little world,

"this precious stone

"set in the silver sea...

"which serves it in the office of a wall...

"or as a moat defensive to a house...

"against the envy of less happier lands...

"this blessed plot, this realm...

"this Earth...

this England."

Thank you for listening.

Uh, pretty maudlin, wasn't it, Henry?

No.

Gavin...

why don't you go home to England?

You've tried locking people out of your room.

You've tried your party and people and liquor

and all the rest.

Maybe you'll find some peace if you go back.

There isn't that much time, Henry.

Besides, it's far more complicated than that.

It involves a lot of people,

an attitude, a way of life,

a yard or two of bright red cloth--

unadorned, buttonless.

Well, all those things add up to home.

Maybe you're right again, Henry.

After all, if I can't go back to England,

perhaps I can bring a little bit of England here.

Do you suppose that Betsy would join me in tea and cake,

if there are such things in Medicine Bow?

[ chuckles ]

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Steve and Trampas are going into town.

You can ride along with them.

Thank you.

Call it.

Heads.

You win.

About time.

Hey. Win what?

The right to go to the store and pick up those supplies we came into town for.

See ya around, lucky.

[ whistles ]

That Trampas.

Shall we go in?

DR. SPALDING: Mr. Heath.

Hi, Doc.

Hey, what's all the excitement about, anyway?

They just brought in the renegade Indians that killed those ranchers.

I'll be easier when they're transferred out of town.

How's the arm? Any pain?

Oh, a little.

If you drop by my office, I have some powders.

They may help a little.

Well, thank you, but I'll manage.

I'll send them over then.

Oh, please don't bother.

Excuse us.

[ door closes ]

[ laughs ]

Ah, my dear.

Thank you.

Breakfast is over, sir.

Oh, never mind. We wish tea.

Tea, sir?

Yes, afternoon tea,

even though the hour is a little early,

and some bread and butter, of course,

and a little marmalade.

Marmalade?

Yes, marmalade.

Now run along. Quickly, my dear fellow.

He thinks you're mad.

But I am, of course,

but it's a very sane kind of madness.

[ footsteps approaching ]

Ah, my host-- the inn-keeper.

Uh, won't you join us?

Mr. Heath, I'm afraid we don't have any tea.

As a matter of fact, we don't even stock it.

Well, there's no excuse for that, is there, Mr. Gentry?

Well, I'm sorry.

Ah, well, you better go and find some, haven't you, my dear fellow?

Uh, I'll pay you a handsome fee for preparing it.

Uh, we shall need milk and sugar, of course,

and silver service will do nicely.

Mr. Heath, I do have other duties.

I just don't have time to go running about town looking for tea.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

Oh, waiter, would you go and find Mr. Oliphant? Quickly.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Gentry,

is this establishment for sale?

Well, I don't know.

Five thousand dollars.

Gavin!

Now, now, now, my dear.

You and I will take tea together.

Ten thousand dollars.

American dollars. That is my final offer.

Mr. Heath... you're not joking?

You mean you-- you want to buy this hotel?

But of course, and the dining room

and your services as manager.

Cash?

Check drawn on the Bank of Colorado...

which I will sign just as soon as you

have a bona fide bill of sale prepared.

Mr. Heath...

you've got a deal.

Good!

Now perhaps you will get on with preparing the tea.

Where am I going to find it?

Ah, Mr. Oliphant.

Come here a moment, would you?

No doubt you drink tea.

Yes.

You have a supply?

At home, I do.

Well, run and get it, my dear fellow.

Mr. Gentry is waiting to prepare it.

Now see here!

Now, Now, Ollie. You don't mind if I call you Ollie, do you?

Tell me--do you own the Phosphate Palace?

I just work there.

Well, then run along and get it, will you, my dear boy?

Because if I have my tea this morning,

you will own the Phosphate Palace by this evening.

I promise you that.

Oh, and, Ollie... wear your uniform, will you?

Just for old times' sake.

Gavin, what's this all about?

You aren't buying the whole town, are you?

And why not, Betsy?

After all, a little touching up here,

a little greenery there,

and Medicine Bow might make

quite a passable English village, don't you think?

Well, I kinda like Medicine Bow the way it is.

And that is precisely what is wrong.

What do you know of England?

What do any of you know of England?

Well, I'm sorry, Gavin, if I said something that--

Oh, now, now, now, I'm sorry.

Well, anyway, it would seem to me

it would be much simpler just to buy England and bring it over here.

That's very perceptive of you, Betsy.

That is precisely what I am doing.

♪♪

What have you been up to?

Belatedly proclaiming my nationality to the world.

How's the tea?

Hot.

Very right and proper.

I can't find anybody that knows how to make a steak and kidney pie,

let alone a Yorkshire pudding.

All right, man, but don't give up trying.

[ groans ]

From Dr. Spalding, sir. He says it's important.

[ chuckles ] Powders, Ollie.

You either eat them or sniff them

or wash them down with water,

and if you have a headache, it might go away after a while.

Mr. Heath, did you put up that Union Jack out there?

Yes, Mayor, I did.

Well, take it down, sir.

Do you realize that in two days

we are celebrating the Fourth of July?

Well, you'recelebrating the Fourth of July,

but not I...

and may I point out that that flag is on private property.

My property, to be exact.

What difference does that make?

There's a law against such things.

This is America, not England.

Most pity.

Take that flag down.

I'm sorry, Mayor.

Get Sheriff Abbott.

Now that's a very good idea.

Mean time, won't you have some tea?

Well--no, sir, I will not!

But surely there's no law no against tea.

Pardon me, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. Heath, that flag must come down.

In spite of the logic of my argument?

Buying this hotel or even this whole town

doesn't make it England, Mr. Heath.

If you don't take that flag down,

I'll have to arrest you

for inciting these people to riot

and take it down myself.

So be it.

I'll take it down...

but first, let me say one thing--

that if you really believe that the mere flying of my flag

is an incitement to riot, then I say to you

that you need some reminders on your own American history.

In two days' time, it will be 107 years

since the 13 English colonies in America

got annoyed at a petty,

almost inconsequential tax on tea,

imposed by a bad king and some stupid ministers,

and declared their independence.

This act cost you an eight-year war--

a war which you won largely

because the English fighting on the other side

sympathized with your cause.

Meanwhile, your neighbors across the border in Canada,

your cousins in Australia and New Zealand,

and the other British dominions--

still subjects of Her Majesty--

get their tea a great deal cheaper than you,

get their proper representation for the taxes that they do pay,

and manage their own affairs

with a minimum of graft and corruption.

In two days' time,

most of you will celebrate this glorious emancipation

which you call the Fourth of July

with excessive alcoholic libations.

your children will burn their fingers on fireworks,

and most of the profits of the day

will go into the tills of the saloon keepers

and the pockets of the doctors in attendance.

Because of this, you regard my flag as an enemy.

Have you forgotten that most of your forefathers

swore allegiance to that flag?

That the founding fathers themselves grew to manhood

and the maturity of their talents

under the spread of that flag?

And that the sentiments of liberty, justice, and freedom

which they learned under that flag

went into your own great Declaration of Independence?

Talk to me of incitement to riot.

I say to you that you can honorably respect my flag...

just as I can, and do, respect yours.

Sheriff Abbott, there's been a jailbreak.

All those Indians got away, and they took a hostage with them.

[ all clamoring ]

Betsy.

Come on.

It's a stand-off, Judge.

They can't get away, and we haven't been able to pry them out.

What about Trampas?

They've got him, all right.

Still alive, as far as we know.

What are the plans?

Well, with night coming on, maybe we can take them.

Gonna be rough on Trampas.

Give us the grace, Oh Lord, not to judge,

but to understand. Amen.

These few of us are here to bury a man

whom it seems will be mourned by only a handful.

Yet there are many people in this community

who should mourn the passing of Sam Hardesty.

And I, perhaps, will mourn him most,

for he once came to me for help.

He went away dissatisfied.

There are some who say that Sam Hardesty did not die well

because he was afraid,

but fear of death is natural.

It is not a sin.

It is merely a waste,

for death will come to each of us.

The waste is to spend each day as though we were already dead.

Perhaps Sam Hardesty did not die as we think of heroes dying,

but I ask-- is that important?

For this we know--

he led his life with dignity,

he conducted his affairs with honor,

and he met the challenges of living with courage.

The test of Sam Hardesty as a human being

will not be how he died,

but how he lived,

and may each of us do as well.

To that end, let us pray.

Oh Lord, may he rest in peace. Amen.

Reverend... those answers I asked you for...

thank you.

I've been trying to reach you.

Yes, Doc, I know.

I sent you a note. Didn't you read it?

Well, what was in it?

Special instructions with the powders,

like "take two before dying"?

There weren't any powders in that envelope, Mr. Heath.

It was a copy of a telegram from St. Louis.

The dog did not have rabies.

What?

What did you say?

Poisoned, but not rabies.

I've seen happier faces on men that have just been told they are gonna die.

Not rabies?

Then...

What does a man say who's just been born a second time?

Whoa.

MAN: Doc.

Customers, Doc. Gunshot.

Well, what happened?

Posse cornered those escaped Indians,

tried to pry them out... didn't work.

Escaped Indians?

Where have you been?

They broke out of jail yesterday

and took Trampas with them as a hostage.

Let's get these men to my office.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where is the posse?

Clear Creek Canyon.

Clear Creek.

May I take one of these horses?

Yeah, it's all right with me.

Hiya! Get up!

Hello, Henry. Just heard about Trampas.

He's up there-- top of that center ridge.

The Indians are deployed on all three sides.

What do they want with Trampas?

Safe conduct out of the canyon, a two-hour start.

Why not give it to them?

They wanna take Trampas with them as security.

That way they'd be out of the canyon and still have a hostage.

Nothing would be gained for him or us.

And there's no guarantee they wouldn't kill him anyway.

Well, that leaves going in after him.

We lost three men tryin' that last night.

Couldn't we get round to the rear somehow?

Circle around?

We've got men on all sides,

but it would take mountain goats to get at them from the rear.

Well, then what?

I sent for troops.

Until they come, we wait.

We don't have much choice, Gavin.

Still a better choice than Trampas has, isn't it?

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Ugh!

[ gunshots continue ]

Cover--gotta get to it.

How?

Crossfire would cut us down.

[ gunshots continue ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Gavin!

[ bagpipes playing ]

JUDGE GARTH: Come back!

[ horse whinnies ]

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Gavin.

Gavin, this time, you were a giant.

[ bagpipes playing ]

He didn't owe me this.

Perhaps he owed it to himself.