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[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[hammering]

Beg your pardon, I'm looking for Georgie Sam Smith.

[hammering]

I was told he works here.

Georgie Sam.

Randy.

Well, it's honest.

Not for a guy that knows horses like you do.

A man gets tired of horses.

Randy: There's a comment here waiting to be made,

but I'm not gonna make it.

Obliged.

What about that horse ranch you and me was gonna own someday?

- That? - That's what I'm here about.

Well, that horse ranch is gonna have to wait a bit, Randy.

On what?

Well, could you stand a confidence?

That's what friends are for.

Well...

Well, I didn't expect you for another week.

Things are kind of quiet at Shiloh.

Starr figured I could be spared long enough

to pick myself up a new mare.

She passes by here every day, you know?

Who?

- Dulcie. - A mare?

Girl.

Well...

I reckon we ain't the first team to split up over a girl.

[exhales sharply]

That's why I took this job, so I could see her every day.

Every day?

You must be doing pretty well.

I said see her. That's all I do.

She passes by and I watch her.

She don't even know I'm alive.

I'm not all that sure myself. When is she due?

Oh, she already made her run for today.

- Well, I guess that tears it. - What, you're leaving?

Well, I figured that you two would get to know each other.

[chuckles]

But you two don't even know each other yet.

Well, why don't you lay over till tonight,

and we could talk about it?

I got a mare to buy.

Well, the Colby place up north has the finest mares

this part of the country.

I figure, maybe you could spend the afternoon

looking over the stock and then we can meet back here tonight.

I already got the mare picked out that I want.

Well, it ain't gonna hurt you to look at a few more.

[chuckles]

Alright, Georgie Sam, I'll look.

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[music continues]

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Hey, you in line?

Yeah, I reckon I am.

- Name? - Randy Benton.

- Experience? - Sir?

With horses.

I've been riding since I was about five.

- Ever worked in a horse ranch? - Supposing I have.

- Where? - Shiloh.

- Judge Garth's place? - Morgan Starr runs it now.

What was your job?

Mostly minding my own business.

- You wanna work or don't you? - Work?

Three dollars a day and meals for as long as you're needed.

Might be a week, might be a day, might be longer.

I'm sorry, mister, all I came here for was...

[door opens]

Thanks, honey.

What did you try this time?

I brewed it with molasses.

Thought I'd save you the trouble of sweetening it.

It's awful, ain't it?

I'm afraid so, Dulcie.

Dulcie?

Just trying it out, ma'am. It's a pretty name.

You interested in working, Shiloh?

[door opens]

Yeah.

[door shuts]

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It says here, "You can improve the breed of stallion

by putting a little potash in the feed."

That's scallion, pa. A skinny onion.

[scoffs] Who wants to improve an onion?

- Honey? - Molasses.

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[door opens]

[door shuts]

You seen her?

Well, I didn't want you to leave without seeing her.

- Why? - Well...

How long you and I have been thinking about

getting this horse ranch, Randy?

I think since we were about

a pair of tads when it all began.

Been figurin' you're a lot like me.

Thinking about it days and nights.

Riding any time my mind was free.

I don't want you to think

that I forsook you for anything less than Dulcie.

That is an unusually fine girl.

[exhales sharply] It's like I said.

Randy: Now, Georgie Sam, speaking bluntly,

I figured you can use all the help you can get.

Speaking bluntly,

I can't argue that.

What would you think of a fellow that had a chance

to help a friend and passed it up?

I'd say that he was mean

and miserable and low-down.

Looks like a Colby work chit.

Is.

Looks like another Colby work chit.

It is, but that doesn't mean

I still can't use all the help I can get.

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[intense music]

[horse trotting]

[door shuts]

[crickets chirping]

Closing up, my friend.

Stay open a little longer.

[music continues]

I want a stone.

Yes, sir. Back here.

Uh, now, sir, uh, this one here

is simple, lasting, inexpensive.

That one.

That one is pure Vermont marble.

[chuckles] The cost of transportation.

Yes, sir.

That covers it nicely.

Now, if you'll give me the name...

- Colby. - Yes, sir. Colby.

[intense music]

C-O...

[door opens]

Colby?

Which one?

[horse trotting]

Go!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

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Shiloh?

- Yes? - You know my sister?

Uh, reckon I do.

I want you to head back to the house

and give her a hand with the wagon.

- Wagon? - Feed wagons.

Getting near lunchtime.

Uh, hey, Georgie Sam here

is a right good wagon driver.

I thought I asked you.

Yeah, but I just thought...

Are you gonna argue with me?

- No. Guess not. - Well, then, get going.

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[knocking on door]

Come in.

Did Ben send you?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get that.

[chuckles] That was a fool thing to do.

Yes, ma'am.

[chuckling]

We still gotta get this out to the wagon.

We could eat it here.

Oh, I'll get it...

ma'am.

It's Dulcie.

Randy.

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This time last year, it was raining.

Time I got the soup out, there were enough for 30 more men.

Ma'am... Dulcie, I mean.

Talk about your loaves and fishes,

there's nothing like rain soup.

I wanna talk to you about a friend of mine.

His name is Georgie Sam.

Oh, him.

You know him?

Well, I ride past the livery stable every day

just to look at him.

From one day to the next I can't believe him.

Well, I think if you got to know him better than...

Why should I?

Well, Ms. Dulcie, he's a very nice guy.

And he's...

Hey, something's happened over there.

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What happened?

Fletcher here had one end of a block rope.

Thirty head locked up in that draw.

They broke loose at the other end,

dragged Fletcher along by the rope.

Who was supposed to be on the other end of the rope?

Him. Acting like it's no skin off his nose.

Well, maybe it ain't, but he almost killed a man.

Turner: I think somebody ought to rub his nose in it.

Well, now, maybe you'd like to try it.

Turner.

He's here on the blind, Mr. Colby.

That isn't even his name on the work chit he's got.

Ben: His name's Frank Colby.

He's my brother.

[dramatic music]

Pa.

Ben.

No, thanks, honey.

I'm not hungry.

Sure, save 'em all for him.

I'd like to dump 'em in his lap.

Tell him to go, Ben.

We don't need him here.

We got along alright without him so far.

Then you tell him to go, pa.

Hush, child.

Well, somebody's gotta tell him to go.

Look, he's not gonna hurt you, honey. He's your brother.

Well...

Like I never been away.

Frank: Fifteen years, place hasn't changed much.

Curtains used to be two shades of green.

Somebody else doing the cooking.

Otherwise it hasn't changed much.

[door opens]

Ready, Mr. Colby?

How long you planning on staying, Frank?

Frank!

Yeah, Ben?

How long you planning on stayin'?

Well, now,

last I heard, it was still the old man's place.

Ben! That's what I heard, too.

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I can, uh, use some sugar.

It's behind you.

[chuckles]

What are you now, seventeen?

That make you two when I left.

And I used to remember you when you were

crawling around on the floor.

Well, I must say, you've picked up some since.

You don't have to go out of your way to scare me, Frank,

'cause I've been scared ever since the minute

I saw you yesterday.

Well, now, you think I'd hurt you?

Why did you come back?

I don't know, a man's gotta come home sometime.

Dulcie: This isn't your home. - I was born here.

Well, that ain't enough.

It's enough for you and Ben.

Why not for me?

Look, you stay away from me, you hear?

And you stay away from Ben, too.

[chuckles] Well, now, it doesn't sound like

you're afraid of me anymore.

I'm scared to death.

Well, you can relax because I won't be hanging around

very long.

That make you happy?

Who's after you, Frank?

[chuckles]

You know, you remind me of a girl I once knew.

Skinny. [chuckles]

Stringy hair, but...

I'll bet you got the boys crawling out of the woodwork,

don't you?

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- Did you get him? - Yeah, six, maybe eight.

Got 'em heading out.

Boys'll pick the rest out coming out.

Well, let's get moving then.

There's another batch down by the stream.

- Hey, Randy? - Yeah?

Uh, if he, uh, ask you, you know, today...

Um, the wagon?

[horse trotting]

Trust me.

[horse neighing]

Getting that time again, Shiloh.

- Mr. Colby? - You.

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[carriage rattling]

[instrumental music]

Weather's fine.

Wind's picking up a little bit.

Cloud up there looks like a horse riding a man.

- What's wrong, Dulcie? - Nothing's wrong.

- Randy? - Yeah?

Suppose you got somebody hanging around you

that you wanna be rid of, what can you do?

- Who? - Just someone.

- Tell him to get movin'. - And if he won't go?

Well, if you're a girl, I guess you get a man

to tell him for you.

Take Georgie Sam.

Stop the wagon.

Why?

- Just get off and walk. - From here?

Yeah, all the way back to Shiloh, for all I care.

Well, it's six miles back to the work camp.

Dulcie: Well, I wish it was sixty.

Maybe your friend Georgie Sam will come by

and give you a lift.

You mind tellin' me what I did wrong?

Nothing, considering you can't drive a wagon straight

and you're a natural-born, prune-pickin' fool.

Now git!

Well, if that's the way you feel.

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[clicks tongue]

I'm sorry, I reckon I shouldn't have done that.

Dulcie, did you ever kiss anybody like that before?

I never kissed anybody before.

Have you?

I reckon I have.

You aren't gonna make me walk again, are you?

Do you know the way life is?

I know how it is for me now.

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Georgie Sam?

Looked for you at supper.

I didn't stick around to eat.

- Missed a good meal. - Did I?

Georgie Sam...

Tryin' to tell me something, Randy?

I don't know what I could say that would make it any better.

- Feel like I could die. - Any way I can help?

- I'm sorry, Georgie Sam. - Sorry?

I saw you two together today.

We've been friends for a long time.

I want you to do something for me.

Hit me right there hard as you can.

I wouldn't need your permission if I thought it'd do any good.

She'd still be lost to me.

Oh. Georgie Sam.

It's not your fault, Randy.

I never had her in the first place.

It's not the first time I lost something I never owned,

and it won't be the last either.

Why do you do like that? Why do you be that way?

Can't help myself.

If I was the kind of fellow who gave it any thought, I...

I'd say I was dealt that hand when I was born

and I got to play it out.

I remember when I was ten, going to school,

fella used to beat up on me all along the way.

My father would make me practice

wrestling and fighting and self-defense.

He said, "Don't you come back

until you licked that kid."

Well, every day for two months, I went by that kid's house

and I got the stuffin' kicked out of me.

Every night I'd go home and I'd practice.

And you know what finally happened?

You licked him?

I stopped going down that way.

Took the long way to school for the next two years.

[chuckles]

Georgie Sam, any girl in her right mind

oughta fall head over heels in love with you.

All, except Dulcie.

She's in trouble, Randy.

Remember her brother?

- Frank? - Yeah, well, he came in today.

Had his horse shod.

He left his saddle bags.

Old Henderson was poking around

and he come up with this.

He gave it to me.

He goes under the name of Frank Cole.

[dramatic music]

The Nolan gang!

He's the number-two man.

Wanted in three states for robbery and murder.

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Well, Brother Ben, you waited up for me.

[door shuts]

I'm touched.

How many men have you killed, Frank?

Come in the mail, did it?

Shiloh brought it.

He came to me instead of the sheriff.

[sighs]

Well, what is it you wanna know, Ben?

How many men have you killed, Frank?

You want numbers or names?

I don't know what you are, Frank.

I'm tired.

Don't turn your back on me!

Why not, Ben? You something special?

Special enough so you answer when I talk to you.

Alright, Ben, let's talk.

You know, Ben, you owe me somethin'.

You tell me what.

I don't know, somethin'.

But it's gonna cost.

Is that why you came back, to collect?

You think I can't?

How many men have you killed, Frank?

One. Just one.

And him maybe eight or nine times.

In all the years I've been away, I never forgot one face.

One voice!

I used to hear it in my sleep.

Oh, Ben, you owe me something.

What is it?

Ben: Tell him to get out of the house, pa.

Tell him to get out tonight.

Well, he's got as much right here as you have.

He's your brother.

Yeah.

I guess he is.

But what you mean, don't you, pa,

is... that he's your son.

[dramatic music]

Goodnight, pa.

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[intense music]

Frank.

Yeah, pa?

What about this?

That's a mistake.

Don't even have my name on it, pa.

You're laughing at me, aren't you?

I used to sit up nights, watching that door,

waiting for you to come in.

How many nights?

Thinking about what you could have been,

what you had it in you to do.

You wanna know what I had in me, old man?

This!

Frank!

I had a visitor last night.

Ed Portnoy, the stonecutter.

Don't do it, Frank.

But now we can't let all that pretty marble

go to waste now, can we, pa?

But, Frank, it's your own flesh and blood.

You can have anything, anything.

There must be a way to put an end to this.

[scoffs]

No way in the world, old man.

[dramatic music]

Frank!

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[footsteps approaching]

[intense music]

[leaves rustling]

[music continues]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

Dulcie.

Frank: Come on in, boy.

[gun cocks]

I've been expecting you.

You and me's got business.

You know, I wonder about you, boy.

Now you think I'd use this thing...

without giving you a chance to talk?

No, I couldn't do that...

when I know, how much you enjoy talkin'.

If you're thinkin' about that wanted poster,

I gave it to your brother, yeah.

That ain't all you did.

I don't know what you mean.

The Pinkerton man.

I don't know anything about that.

[chuckles]

A man gets in the habit of talkin'...

that's all he's good for after a while.

I don't know what she sees in you. Do you?

- Dulcie? - That's right.

Now that makes it kinda rough.

- You calling in the law. - I told you I didn't.

Oh, boy, you're the worst liar in the world.

No, it had to be you or your friend.

- Neither of us did. - Are you speakin' for him?

Randy: Yeah. - You stake your life on it?

- If I had to. - Well...

That's exactly what you're doin', boy.

[chuckles]

I got you figured out.

You're a businessman.

Invest a little time,

you walk away with $3000 in your pocket.

You stink of bounty money.

[door squeaks]

[horse neighing]

Is it my name on the tombstone, Frank?

Because if you pull that trigger now...

it's gonna be me who'll die.

You want the plain truth, Frank?

You think you could give it to me?

I ain't got no use for you, Frank.

The poster says you're a murderer and a thief.

And I believe it.

But I'm not a lawman, I don't need money that bad.

It's not my job to take you in or turn you in.

I feel it's my job to see as best I can

that Dulcie comes out of this well, that's all.

Dulcie.

Plain truth is, I don't care what happens to you,

one way or the other.

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[door opens]

Oh, Ben.

I thought you were asleep.

Can I see 'em?

Oh, it's nothing. I was just...

Let me see 'em, pa.

Answer me a question, old man.

Who am I?

What kind of silly question is that?

You think I want to sell the ranch?

I sat up a lot of nights...

askin' myself...

Who was my real mother?

Who was my real father?

That's the only way he'd go.

From the money we can raise from the ranch,

he can leave the country.

He can go to South America!

He'd be safe there.

- Would you do it for me, pa? - Ben--

Would you throw it all away for me? That's all I'd ask.

I'd give it all up if I thought you would.

- Ben... Ben: It's always been Frank.

Hasn't it?

He's a liar, a cheat, a thief!

A murderer, or maybe worse.

But he's Frank.

Only, where does that leave me?

I'll give you this much, pa.

When we were kids, you tried to hide it from me...

even from yourself.

But a boy knows, pa.

A boy knows.

That's, that's why I, I tried harder to please you.

I worked harder. I, I struggled harder.

I sweated harder.

But it wasn't any use.

All Frank had to do was be there.

Why, pa? Why?

Haven't I got your blood and your bones in me?

What is it? Is it the color of my eyes?

- My face? What? - Ben...

Ben: I worked all my life on this place.

I built it up. I made something out of it!

In the cold of the winter, the heat of the summer,

every day, every night, all my life!

And now I got to give it all up because Frank is back.

I'll give you this much, pa.

I guess you can't help

how you feel.

But I guess I don't have to put up with it.

I ain't gonna let you do it, pa.

You sell this ranch, it's gonna be over my dead body.

[instrumental music]

♪ Take my money, none to spare

♪ Gold and silver

♪ You can have my share

♪ Empty pockets, but I don't care ♪

♪ Got a dream

♪ Of Dulcie ♪

[door opens]

- Randy? - Hm?

Ms. Dulcie.

Well...

if you'll excuse me, I think I left a beer in the tap

across the street.

Dulcie, what in the world are you doin' here?

- Take me to Wyoming, Randy. - Now?

[chuckles] I don't know if I hardly know the way at night.

Don't fool with me.

They're gonna kill each other.

I can't stop it.

And I don't want to be there to see it.

Honey, Ben's too smart to let it get that far.

I heard him. He's gonna get himself killed.

So if that's true, do you think your leaving's gonna help any?

Do you want me, Randy?

[instrumental music]

Dulcie.

Will you take off that funny-lookin' hat?

Let me tell you how much I want you.

I want you like a man that never wanted anything before.

I want you like I'd die to get you.

But when you and me ride out of this town,

we'll be going to somethin', not away from somethin'.

And whatever's goin' on out at your place,

we'll have to see it through,

do the best we can to set it right.

When it's over and...

finished...

it'd just be you and me.

I better get you home.

Ben: Frank.

Hm, Brother Ben.

You, uh, sleepin' in the barn tonight?

I hear you nearly killed the kid for callin' in the detective.

- Well, he didn't do it. - I know.

I did.

I want you to give yourself up, Frank.

Ben, now you know they're waiting to hang me?

Ben: I'll see you get a fair trial.

Fair?

For who, Ben?

For me or you?

I don't want to see you hanged, Frank.

No, but you'll settle for it, won't you?

Any way at all, just as long as I'm under

because I got what you always wanted.

You're a murderer, Frank.

Sooner or later, somebody's gonna stop you

with a rope or a bullet.

Your only out is to take your chances in a courtroom.

Well, now, you think that detective was interested

in gettin' me in a courtroom?

[chuckles]

Well, you come off pretty well in this, don't you, Ben?

Good old Ben. Solid, dependable.

The law offers you $3000, but you say,

"No, I don't want your dirty money."

Not Ben, not old Ben.

But the truth is, you'd have earned it,

'cause that's exactly what you had in mind.

A bullet in my back, only, you ain't got the guts

to do it yourself.

[chuckles]

You'd better stand in line, Ben.

Better men than you would like to see me dead.

Men who don't mind a little blood on their hands.

The wolves up front...

and the jackals behind.

Personally, I'd rather be dragged down by the wolves.

Unless you get me in jail.

But no more detectives, huh, Ben?

Because if you're gonna get me there,

you're gonna have to take me in yourself.

Alright, Frank.

Well, now, Ben, you really wanna try me?

I mean, you're not even wearing a gun.

I don't need one.

[chuckles]

Oh, Ben.

Oh..

This is a moment I've waited for all my life.

[groans]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[thuds]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

Ho!

Excuse me.

[thudding]

[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Dulcie: Oh, Frank.

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

Let the world end now...

'cause that was worth it.

Let's get him in the house.

[intense music]

It's me, isn't it?

You give a boy life,

watch him grow,

start to walk, learn to ride.

And you see him start to school.

A little piece of yourself going out into the world.

And you see him turn sour.

No matter what you try to do to stop it, it's no good.

You say, "He's a boy, give him time."

"Give him his head."

You tell yourself, "His wildness...

you were wild yourself at his age."

But you know.

You know.

Lying, looting,

burning, stealing, killing!

[sighs]

This is the legacy you give the world.

Your son.

Deep down in your heart you know you can forgive him even this

because he isyour son.

But then he comes home...

a man, living by the gun.

And the gun is pointed at you.

It is for me, isn't it, the tombstone?

If it was Ben, you'd have killed him last night.

You had a license.

[gun cocks]

I should've stopped you the night you ran away.

You had the smell of death about you even then.

How many men lying in the ground would be alive today

if I'd only had the guts!

You still haven't, pa.

I could walk out of here a step at a time,

walk upstairs,

put a gun to Ben's head and pull the trigger.

And you'd still sit there...

You're made out of water, pa.

If you could've used that, none of this would've happened.

[scoffs] Oh, I s...

I swore I'd never be like you,

and that's why I learned to use it.

Living with you was like...

[breathing heavily]

like leaning on a reed with my feet sunk in the river mud.

But I loved you, Frank.

You had the best. I gave you everything.

Everything was too much.

I had to get off from under...

or die.

Frank.

[door opens]

Now, what's that?

Money from the ranch.

Take it and leave us alone.

[exhales sharply] Oh...

Do you think you could buy your way out of this, pa?

You came home to dig a grave.

Leave it empty. Take the money and go.

You're about 15 years too late.

Who is it, Frank?

Which one of us?

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[horse snorts]

Can I help you?

I think my horse throwed a shoe.

- You alone here? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Well, there's, uh, nothing wrong with the shoe.

[gun cocks]

Alright, Billy.

[intense music]

You know who I am?

- I'm talking to you. - No, sir. I don't.

You work here long?

A month, maybe more.

Maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for someone.

Man named Cole. Frank Cole.

Billy...

You're-- you're Billy Nolan.

I asked you a question. Frank Cole...

You've ever heard of him? You know him?

No.

[dramatic music]

Georgie Sam?

Georgie Sam?

[Georgie groaning]

[dramatic music]

What the heck happened?

[sighs]

- B-- Billy Nolan. - Billy Nolan did this?

Uh, his man.

He's looking for, uh, for Frank.

Frank Colby?

Dulcie: Ben!

Where you going?

Goodbye, honey.

Oh, no, Ben. Not you.

What are you doing?

I'm leavin', pa.

Leaving? Why?

Makin' up for a past mistake.

I should've been the one to go 15 years ago, not Frank.

What do you want, Ben? You want the ranch?

Take it, it's yours.

It's a little late, pa.

What, are you spiteful? Angry?

You've earned it. Take it.

Goodbye, pa.

Ben...

You wanna hear me say it.

Alright.

I'm sorry.

It might've been enough last week, pa.

But now it's, it's nothin'.

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

- Where's Frank? - Why?

Billy Nolan's in town. He's lookin' for Frank.

They'll find each other soon enough.

Well, I think Frank ought to know.

Why?

A man doesn't come lookin' for a friend

the way Billy's lookin' for Frank.

The wolves up front...

- What? - Get Frank, honey.

What happened in town, Shiloh?

Billy stopped in at the livery stable lookin' for some answers.

He didn't get 'em.

I had to leave Georgie Sam at the doc's.

- He's gone. - Gone?

Cleaned out. Took all his things.

- Shiloh. - Yeah?

- I need your horse. - He's yours.

- Thanks. - What is it, Ben?

- I'm not sure. - Well, say it!

Somethin' Frank said.

If they split up, if Billy Nolan is looking for him...

Well, why would he come here?

This would be the first place Billy would look.

Here is home.

You see it, don't you?

That tombstone was for himself.

[dramatic music]

He came home to die.

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You think it would have been any different if she lived?

Billy Nolan's in town.

Good.

Ben: What are you gonna do?

Well, I reckon I'll go down and meet him.

Old friend comes to town, it's the least a man can do.

What happened between you, Frank?

Between me and Billy? Well, we're as thick as thieves.

Well, we even shared the same girls. [chuckles]

I remember one little girl, farm girl.

Skinny, dumb...

I used to look at her sometimes and I'd ask myself, I'd say,

"Boy, what are you doin' here?"

Billy, he don't like anybody to...

'Cause the way he is, he just...

[laughing]

He-- he saw one day.

Skinny, stringy hair...

I mean, I don't know why anybody would...

Well, Billy, he, uh...

He's out to kill you, isn't he?

You don't like to be hit.

Billy ain't gonna stand for that.

A man should come home to die. Don't you agree, Ben?

I mean, so as where his kin can lay him out proper

and cry over him...

bury him nice and neat.

You know, I can see you now, Ben,

standing over me.

Tears streamin' down your face.

Pa wringing his hands.

Dulcie...

[chuckles] I mean, how are you gonna

just keep from laughin' out loud, Ben?

Frank, you remember when we were kids,

the year pa bought us the rifles, we went huntin'?

Well, once, just once

I wanted to come out ahead.

I sat in the snow for hours,

freezing wet, cold.

[chuckles] I brought back a pair of rabbits.

Somewhere you found a deer.

[chuckles] Somewhere.

It was as though even the deer were...

I never brought the rabbits home. I buried 'em.

I wanted you dead, Frank.

Boy, you don't have to worry about that no more.

Old Billy's gonna take care of that for you.

Go home.

- You come with me. Frank: Why?

You're out of your depth, Ben.

Go home. I got a date in town.

Alright.

Well, now, maybe you just don't understand plain talk.

I don't want you!

You got a choice, Frank.

You come with me or I go with you.

You think you could make that stick?

I'm gonna have another try.

[laughing]

Boy, you don't know when to quit, do you?

No.

We go home, Frank.

We go home, Ben.

- Randy. - Hm?

Did you ever stop to think how close you came

to riding off that first day?

You're looking for something to be scared of?

Well, if you hadn't come out to the ranch that day,

we never would've met.

The answer to that's pretty simple.

I did, and we did.

[door opens]

[intense music]

[door shuts]

[instrumental music]

[clanking]

[horses trotting]

[gun cocks]

[dramatic music]

[horses trotting]

[glass shattering]

[gunshots]

[groans]

[intense music]

[glass shatters]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

Don't shoot.

[music continues]

- I'm goin' in there. - No, you're not.

Oh, you try and stop me.

Frank: Billy! Billy, you hear me?

I hear you!

It's you and me, Billy, like it's always been!

Come on out where I can look at you!

We'll see who walks away!

[door opens]

[gun cocks]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

[instrumental music]

Ben...

Look, tears.

[instrumental music]

I can't go with you, Randy.

- I know it. - I can't leave them now.

Ben...

my father...

Too many scars.

Too many open wounds.

They need me.

More than I do, Dulcie?

Come back for me later...

if you still want me.

[instrumental music]

Please come back for me.

Randy: They couldn't keep me away.

- Promise? - I promise.

[music continues]

It's not forever, Randy.

It just seems that way.

I mean, you're leaving a little girl, when you come back...

you'll have a woman waiting for you.

- I hope I'm up to her. - You will be.

- Goodbye, Georgie Sam. - Goodbye, Randy.

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