All language subtitles for S05E24 - Nightmare at Fort Killman

[ theme music playing ]

♪♪

Whoa.

Here.

Excuse me, gents.

I think you're
sitting on my freight.

I'm sorry.It's all right.

Well, you have
a good time,
you hear?

I'm gonna try.

Just don't kiss
all the girls or empty
all the bottles.

I'll be goin'
that way myself
one of these days.

I'll let 'em know
you're coming.

Hand it up.

And when you
see the foreman,

tell him not to
worry about his job.

I'm too soft-hearted to
take it away from him.

Of course, of course.

Well, so long, pard.

I wish you would
come along with me.

So do I.

[ whistle blows ]

All the way to
San Francisco.

That's quite a trip.

Yep.

Business or pleasure?

Well, a little
of both.

My grandfather's business
and my pleasure.

Well, be wise.

Get your business
over with first.

I understand
San Francisco is
quite a lively town.

Is that right?

AGENT:
There you are.
Train leaves at 8:30.

Is there somewhere
that I can

put this suitcase
until train time?

Sure.

Thank you.

Whoa.

That door's
to knock on.

So's your head, the first
soldier catches you
behind this desk.

Oh. Where you been?
You're two days late.

Anybody worried
about me besides you?

No.Good. Where is he?

He's out on an all-night
training patrol with
the boy wonder.

What in blazes would
the first sergeant be
doing on a training patrol?

Well, MacDowell
wanted him, so he went.

It's a wonder our new C.O.
doesn't want Trapp to tuck
him in bed at night.

Well, I guess I won't
be able to say
goodbye to him.

Here are the orders
for the new recruit.

Voucher for
team and wagon.

Travel voucher.
Meal tickets.
All used up.

Now, you've got
something for me.

I'm afraid I don't, Tom.

I don't think that's
very funny, soldier.

You promised me.
You promised that

by the time I got back with the
new recruit, I'd be a civilian,
signed, sealed and delivered.

All I said is
the papers should be here.

I'm not responsible
for what they do
or don't do in Washington.

When's the next mail?

Two days.

I'm sure your
discharge papers
will be in it.

Two days?

"Willard J. Thorne."

A fancy name.

Well, where is he, Tom?

Outside.

Where is he?

Wow.

I heard of
drinking whiskey,

but I never heard of
taking a bath in the stuff.

There's an empty bunk
in "C" barracks.
You can put him in there.

I'll do that.

Two days!

Sorry, mister.

I'm not gonna like this
any more than you will,

but you're gonna be
Willard J. Thorne

for two days longer
than we expected.

[ man shouting orders ]

Sergeant, take charge.

Yes, sir.

Detail, fall out.

Where the blazes
have you been?

Well?

Well?

I had a little trouble.

You had a little...

Uh, do you mind if
I take off for a while?

Trouble, huh?
In what saloon?

What are you getting so
excited about? This isn't
even the army's time.

I'm supposed to be
a civilian by now,
remember?

I remember
I carried you "present"

on the morning report
for two days.

How do you think
Sonny Jim would like
that if he found out?

I appreciate it, Joe.You appreciate it.

Well, I'm glad, Sergeant.

But I didn't
do it for you.

For all I care,
you could be mustered out
as a private.

Then why?

Because I don't like
to look bad.

And when one
of my non-coms
is absent without leave,

I look bad.

You really believe that,
don't you?

Sergeant, there are
only two secrets

to being
a good top kick:

back your non-coms
to the hilt

and never let your
commanding officer realize
he isn't running his own troop.

Now, Mike Rourke is sick.

Till your papers come through,
you'll have the second platoon.

You're not serious?

Why not?

Well, Joe, I'm
practically a civilian.

Not until it's official,
you're not.

I don't have any
dead wood in my troop.

It won't hurt you to soldier
for a couple more days.

All right, Joe.
If you say so.

That new recruit--Thorne?

Where are you putting him?

I haven't decided.

Can I have him?

Why?

Why not?

You got him.

All right.
Let's see if
he can walk.

Take him back
to the barracks.
Let him sleep.

Oh, no. That wouldn't be
such a good idea in case
we got an inspection.

Take him to the guard house.
Let him sleep it off there.

MacDOWELL:
Sergeant Trapp.Yes, sir?

Come in here, please.

At ease, Sergeant.

I mean relax, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

I've been going over
the accounts.

Provisions
obtained locally,
mess hall,

hay and grain
for the animals.

Hardware.Yes, sir?

Your methods seem
somewhat unorthodox
in some respects.

How is that, sir?

Well, you show
the total amounts

paid out to
the various
provisioners,

but you don't show
the specific amounts
paid for each item.

Yes, sir.

That's the way
your father wanted it
when I ran his troop, sir.

I learned from him.

The general was
one of the best.

Well, don't you think
it could be helpful for us

to have an exact record
of all purchases made,
Sergeant?

I'm sure
it could, sir.

I'll look into it
if you'd like.
Is that all, sir?

One other thing.

This afternoon I saw
a trooper being taken
to the guard house.

Who was he?

I don't know, sir.

Why?

You mean,

why is he in the guard house
or why don't I know, sir?

Well, whichever one
you prefer to answer
first, Sergeant.

Well, sir, I don't
insist on knowing

every detail of everything
that goes on here.

That's why I have
subordinates.

They're good men,
and I trust them.

You ought to
do the same.

Oh?

Can I speak freely, sir?

You may.

I don't mean any
disrespect to the captain,

but, uh,

sometimes it takes years
for an officer to learn

that there are some things
a non-com can do better
and faster.

Your father always said
that learning that lesson

was one of the secrets
of his success.

That's why the general
wanted me to be
your first soldier,

seeing that this is
your first command.

For instance?

Well, for instance,
that patrol we went on

the day after
you came here,

and your horse went lame
just as we had that skirmish

with those
reservation-jumpers.

What about it?

Well, later I made sure
the men knew

your horse really
went lame, sir.

Things like that are
important to the men.

I'm sure they are.

I know how
the men think, sir.

After all, I've spent
most of my career
teaching them how to.

I know how it'd be
if the story got around

that Big Sam MacDowell's son

was scared witless
the first patrol
he went on.

A story like that
could ruin you.

Yes, I believe it might.

Well, thank you
for your concern...

and for your tact,
Sergeant.

Yes, sir.
Is that all, sir?

That's all, Sergeant.

Sir!

You'd better take it
easy at first.

Want a drink?

Not too fast.

Hey, what's the matter?
Never seen bars before?

Hey!

Thanks.

Don't thank me
too soon.

Take it slow.

I think you'll live.

I don't.

What did I do?

From the looks of it,
you tried to drink

the whole territory
of Wyoming dry.

What day is it?

Sunday.

I'm almost afraid to
ask what town it is.

Town?

You're not
in jail, soldier.

You're in the guardhouse.

This is Fort Killman.

You, on your feet.

I said on your feet,
soldier. Now!

Good morning,
Sergeant.

Get out of here.

Find something interesting
for him to do.

So nice of you to
come visiting, Sergeant.

Hard-head.

Did you hear
what I said?

Are you in charge here?Stand up.

'Cause if you are...Up, trooper!
U-P!

And not when you've
finished telling me
your story. Now!

Now, then...Sergeant-- Sergeant--

Shut up, trooper!Why don't you try
to listen to me?

Because I told you to
shut up, and I meant it.

Now, are you gonna get it
through your head that
I mean what I say,

or are we gonna have to
do this the hard way?

Shut up.

Now, you're gonna
have to learn
some things,

and learn 'em good.

When I tell you to do
something, you do it.

And when any other non-
commissioned officer tells
you to do something, you do it.

You do it first,
you do it fast,

and you do it with
a smile on your face,
is that clear?

Shut up.

And keep
your mouth shut.

You open it to eat,

you open it to breathe,
if you have to,

and you open it
to speak,

if asked a question
or given permission.

Is that clear?

Good.

Now, I'm gonna
tell you something.

You're on my list.

That isn't good.

I had a conversation
about you with
the commanding officer.

I didn't like that,

and I don't intend
for it to happen again.

So you're on my list.

I'm gonna be watching you.

Ask around.
Find out what that means.

Then start soldiering.

Is that clear?

Well, answer me.
Is it?

You made it clear enough.

Except there's been
some kind of mistake.
I'm not a soldier.

I have some enlistment papers
in the orderly room
that says you are.

Then they're
forgeries.

Don't remember
signing your name?

I was waiting to
catch a train west.
That's all I remember.

And you don't remember
getting drunk either,
I suppose, hmm?

Do you deny you were?

I guess I can't.

So what does your loss
of memory prove?

It isn't the worst
life in the world,
once you get used to it.

We don't want to hurt you.
We just want to make soldiers.

And if we make men
while we're at it,
we both profit, don't we?

Don't we?

Just remember:
We got rules.

We live by them.

Good or bad,
we live by them.

Because without rules,
we've got nothing.

You, uh, still
feeling sick, son?

Sit down.

And consider
yourself lucky.
This is Sunday.

Rest up.
Tomorrow you
start soldiering.

Sergeant, can I
get a look at those
enlistment papers?

TRAPP:
I guess so.

When?

You make reveille
tomorrow morning,
looking like a trooper,

Sergeant Beale will
give you permission to
see me right after mess.

Why not sooner?

Because I said
tomorrow.

Is that good enough
for you?

Guess it'll have to be.

All right, Thorne,
let's go.

Huh?Let's go.
You rested long enough.

I mean, what'd you say?
"Thorne"?

My name isn't Thorne.

Your name'll be zero
if you don't get
on your feet.

That's what it is.

That's what this
whole thing's about.

I'm here for
somebody else.

You're Willard J. Thorne.

No.

My name's Stacey Grainger.

I'm from the Shiloh Ranch.

I didn't enlist in this army
or any other army.

Don't you see?
I don't belong here.

Where do you
think you're going?

To see the Sergeant.You can talk
to him tomorrow.

Well, he ought to know
that I don't belong
to the army.

Tomorrow,
after reveille.

Well, I don't have
to stand reveille.

I don't have to wear
this uniform, I don't have
to listen to you anymore,

and that's all
there is to it!

No, there's a little more
to it than that.

You made me lose
my temper, Thorne.

My name is--Thorne.

And you made me break
an army regulation.

Sergeant Trapp
wouldn't like that.

Only, you won't
have any proof,

so there won't be any point
in bringing it up.

And your name
is Thorne. Right?

Right?

All right,
Private Thorne,
let's move.

Pity how some men drink
more than they can handle.

Whenever you're
ready, Thorne.

All right, Thorne,
grab hold.

Go on.Nope.

What?

I said no, I'm not
sawing any wood.

You know, that's what
I thought you said.

And I'm not taking
any more orders from
you or anyone else.

Because you're
not a soldier.That's right.

Well, now,

you look like
a soldier to me.

And you look like
a soldier to prisoner
Martin over there.

And you look like
a soldier to this guard
standing here.

And they both heard me
give you an order.

You still refusing
to carry it out?

Hey, Beale, he's not
well enough for
this kind of work.

You stay
out of this.

You refusing
to carry out
my orders, son?

That's right.

Well,

this must be
my lucky day.

Hey, Beale,
wait a minute.

Come here, kid.

I'll carry you
as much as I can.

Well, thanks, soldier,
but I just don't...

Grab on.

You don't understand.Look, you're the one
who doesn't understand.

If you refuse an order,
it means the guard house.

Automatic on this post.

So?

Out here, he's got to
follow regulations.

He's got to go
by the book.

You let him
get you in there,

you belong to him.

He owns you.

And he can fix it
so you never get out.

Now, grab on.

This is Sunday.
Sergeant Trapp
said I could rest.

That was before you
took a swing at me
in the guard house.

I'm gonna talk
to him tomorrow.

Well, sure you are.
Right after you
stand reveille.

[ sawing continues ]

[ coughs ]

Good evening,
Mr. Grainger.

Evening, Sam.
You wanted to
see me?

Well, not really,
Mr. Grainger.

Well, I thought
you ought to talk
to him, Mr. Grainger.

He came into the bunkhouse
about ten minutes ago.

You see, I been
figuring that, uh,

someone would come down
for it, but nobody did.

So I thought I ought to
drop it by.

Drop what by?Stacey's suitcase.

What are you
talking about?Stacey's suitcase.

Right here.

He left it in the depot.
He forgot it when
he got on the train.

Are you sure?Yes, sir.
There's his initials.

I know it's
Stacey's suitcase.

What I'm asking is,
are you sure he
got on the train?

Oh, yes, sir. He got
on the train, all right.

I saw him coming,
running at the
last minute.

But I saw him
swing aboard myself.

He hasn't wired
back for this?

No.

I figured it was
kind of odd,

seeing how he was
planning a big time
in San Francisco and all.

Yes, it is odd.

More than that.

Sam.Yes, sir?

When you get back to
the station, send that
wire for me, please.

"Bill Johnson,
Green River, Wyoming.

Confirm if
Stacey Grainger
aboard train

at Green River.

Reply immediately."

Are you saying
I don't know
what I saw?

I'm saying that
I sent my grandson
to deliver

some papers
to my foreman
in San Francisco,

and I'll be
mighty interested
to find out why

he left behind the papers
I told him to deliver.

[ reveille plays ]

Ten-hut!

Report!

First platoon all present
or accounted for, sir.

Second platoon,
one man absent, sir.

One man absent, sir.

Who?I'll find out, sir.

I'd appreciate
that, Sergeant.

Dismissed!

Why did you
report him absent?

He could've been
accounted for.

He wasn't here
when I checked.

Get him up.

All right, let's go.
Come on, let's go.
Come on!

Come on.

On your feet, Thorne.

Sergeant Trapp,
I want to talk to you.

You did your
talking, son.

And I listened,
and I gave you a chance.

Sergeant...I tried to be nice.

You made me look
like a fool.

Well, from now on,
you do your sleeping
on your own time.

If you have any
time of your own.
Which I doubt.

What about those
enlistment papers?

That I was gonna
let you see after
you started soldiering?

Seems to me you didn't keep
your end of the bargain,

and I have to have
another conversation
about you with the old man.

I warned you,
I wouldn't like that.

I want this man
shaped up.

You understand.Yes, sir.

Sergeant, I've been
working all night.

I don't even remember
going to sleep.

After you left,
he decided to get
tough with me.

He figured he had you
in his pocket.

I told him it wasn't
gonna work that way.

Shape him up.STACEY:
You believe that?

You really believe
it was that simple?

Or don't you want
to hear the truth?

Sergeant, do you know
what's happened to me?

Know I've had
my head busted?

That I've been
kicked and beaten?

I probably haven't
eaten food for
about three days?

Do you know I am
not Private Thorne?

My name is
Stacey Grainger.

My grandfather's name
is John Grainger.

We own the Shiloh Ranch,
outside of Medicine Bow.

Now, if there is
a Private Thorne,
I don't know

who or where
he is.

And that's the truth,
so help me God.

How do you figure
something like that
could happen, Thorne?

I told you, my--Or, uh,

Grainger.

How do you figure?

I told you,
I don't know.

But you can prove it
by sending a telegram
to Medicine Bow.

How do you figure, Beale?

Lots of men enlist
under different names.

That's it?

I mean, that's the end
of it? That's all
you're gonna do, huh?

No.

If you want, I'll tell you
how I figure it,

based on 27 years
of experience.

27 years of listening to

every excuse and lie
a quick-thinking recruit
could dream up

once his sign-on pay
was turned into whiskey.

It wasn't that way.

I say it was.

I say any man who's spent
any length of time
in the service

has come across
a dozen like you:

bottle-fighters;

cowhands down
on their luck;

kids who listen to
the sweet promises of
some recruiting sergeant,

reach for the enlistment pay,
and sign their name.

Then they wake up
in the middle of nowhere,
figure they made a mistake.

Some play sick,

some pretend they're
too stupid to obey
an order,

and some of 'em come up
with a new wrinkle,
like this one.

You know what I do?

I listen
and I sympathize,

and then I make
soldiers out of 'em.

Gonna make one
out of you too.

I wouldn't be too sure
of it, Sergeant.

Then you're
a hard-head.

In any fight
between a hard-head
and a first sergeant,

you know who wins?

The man
with the stripes.

I want to talk to
your superior.

Nope.

You mean, you're it?

There's no one higher
than you, huh?

Not as far as
you're concerned.

Well, I don't believe you.

There's got to be
an officer on this post,
and I want to talk to him.

Well, now, that
could be arranged.

You have a right to see
the commanding officer.

Then why don't you just--If you're a soldier,

and if you have
my permission.

Well, are you?
Are you a soldier?

Because only soldiers
on this post have
commanding officers.

Now, how about it, mister.
Are you or aren't you?

If I say I'm not?

Then you are
impersonating a trooper.

You're on this post without
authorization. I'm gonna
throw you in the guard house,

let you rot for
about a month,

then I'll bring charges,
and you can spend a year
in federal prison.

Well?

You win either way,
don't you?

Lesson number one.

Well, Thorne?

All right.
I'm a soldier.

And as a soldier,
I demand to talk

to the commanding
officer of this post.

I guess you're ready
for lesson number two.

Come on.

[ man shouts
walking cadence ]

Now,

you stand here
at attention.

You know how to
stand at attention,

soldier?

Well, I guess
that'll do for now.

You stand here
till I send for you.When will that be?

That, soldier, is
lesson number three.
Guard?

This man is
under arrest.

If he moves off
this spot, shoot him.

You come with me.

Out.

Well, how do you
expect me--Out, now.

On your feet, Sergeant.Oh, come on, Joe--

On your feet.

Well?
Where'd you find him?

What?

Where did you
find him, Beale?

You know where I found him.
You sent me after him, remember?

I sent you after
Willard J. Thorne.

You brought back
Stacey Grainger.

You don't believe
that story?

You think he can
make it up?

A yarn that can be
checked in five minutes?

No, he's Grainger,

and you probably picked
him up in Medicine Bow
just like he says.

Joe, how long
have you known me?

Oh, you went
to Cheyenne,

and you picked up Thorne,
all right, because you
brought back Thorne's papers.

And you took the train
to Medicine Bow.

But Thorne had gotten
to you by that time,

so you picked up
another body to
take his place.

That's crazy.
How could I get away
with a stunt like that?

You couldn't,
for long.

You got him drunk,
right?

You expected
your discharge papers
to be waiting for you

when you got back,
right?

You figured you'd
be long gone before
he came to, right?

Joe--Right?

This Thorne--
Seems his girl
walked out on him.

He figured he'd
enlist in the army
to teach her a lesson.

The next day,
he changed his mind.

Heartbreaking.

How much, Beale?
A hundred?

Three? Five?Joe!

How much?

Five.

But you
could have it.

$500?

I've been in
this man's army
for 27 years.

I retire in three.

You think you can buy

27 years of my life
for $500?

I guess not.

Well?"Well?"

You got any ideas?

About what
we do with him?

You mean you're not
gonna turn me in?I wish I could.

But that'd mean turning
myself in too.

I don't think
Mr. West Point
would like it

if he knew I carried you
"present" on the duty roster
for two days

while you were out
kidnapping civilians.

I never thought of that.Obviously.

No, I'm in it now.

And I'm not throwing away
27 years for anybody.

The first thing
we've got to do
is to shut

Mr. Stacey Grainger up.

I want him
in the guard house.
Some charge he can't beat.

Like what?

Hitting a non-com.
Can you do it?

I can do it.But not yet.

Let him get
a little hot first.

Mr. Grainger?
A telegram just came in.

Bill Johnson went
through the train
at Green River.

Stacey wasn't on it.

How do you explain that?

I don't.

The stationmaster said
he saw him get on.

Without his suitcase.

Maybe he got on,
he got off short
of Green River.

Why?

Let's go to
Medicine Bow.

Yeah.

♪♪

Sergeant Trapp?Yes, sir?

Where's the captain?Outside, soldier.

My name is Stacey Grainger.
I don't know how I got here,
but I don't belong.

I said, outside, soldier.Now, I need some help.

I've been trying to
see you all day.Get him outside.

Captain!Just a moment, Corporal.

What's this all about?

He's the new
recruit, sir.No, I'm not.

I wasn't talking
to you, soldier.That's what I'm trying to--

I said I wasn't
talking to you.

You just stand there
and listen.

You'll get your turn.
Well?

The one reported
absent, sir.

Only, he wasn't absent.
He just disappeared
for a while.

Sergeant Beale
couldn't find him.

First of all, he shows up
drunk to the ears.
Couldn't even stand.

He's been sleeping for two days,
and now he's screaming
he wants to talk to you.

I told him he could
after I gave him permission.

Is that true?Part of it.

"Part of it, sir."

Sir.

Come in to my office.Okay.

You can't do that.

I can't what?

Of course, the captain
may do anything he pleases.

It's his post.

But I won't be responsible
for what happens to
discipline afterward.

Are you threatening me,
Sergeant?

No, sir. But discipline
is what runs an army
post, Captain.

Discipline and regulations.
Your fa--

The general taught me that.

I have to think what he'd say
if he knew you were undermining

the authority
of your first sergeant
in front of the troops.

What would he say, Sergeant?

He'd say that there is
a prescribed way to enter
an orderly room.

You knock on the door, you
enter in an orderly manner,
you speak to the first sergeant.

And until you gives you
permission, you do not speak
to the commanding officer.

Do you intend to give
this man permission to
speak to me, Sergeant?

Yes, sir.When?

When he learns
to do what he's told
without talking back.

All right, Sergeant.
Carry on.

Captain, he's--

Whoever said
the first soldiers
don't run this army?

No one at this fort.

You still want to
bump heads, son?

I still want to talk
to the commanding officer.

You know all
you have to do.

Start soldiering.

All right, Sergeant,

you listen good.

My name is
Stacey Grainger.

I never enlisted
under my name
or anybody else's.

And as soon as I prove that,
you and I are gonna have
another conversation.

Where were you?Why? What happened?

He tried to go crashing
into MacDowell's office.Joe, I'm sorry.

Well, stop being sorry,
or we're both going
to be in trouble.

You want me to be
with him all the time?Yes!

I want you with him
wherever he is.

And I want him
in the guard house.

Anything you say, Joe.

Can I help you, sir?

Not really.

But you can help
yourself, Sergeant.

Sir?

Don't ever try
anything like that
on me again, Sergeant.

I let you get away with it this
time because I didn't want to
make you look foolish out there.

But I'm still
in command here.

Yes, sir.
There's no doubt
of that, sir.

And I'll listen to
any man in my command
who wants to talk to me.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir. Whatever
the captain says, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

And, Trapp,

In the future,
if we have anything
to discuss,

let's keep it
between the two of us.

Let's leave my father
out of it.

Well, seems
to me we've met
somewhere before.

Seems to me we have.Let's get the saw moving.

You can have
your social hour
some other time.

[ steam whistle blows ]

Well, like I told you,
the train was
already moving,

and Stacey comes runnin' in
from down there by the grove,

and he caught
the last car
right over there.

Where were you?

Well, I was where
I should be--

taking the mail
and the freight
into the baggage room.

About 60 feet away,

and looking from the light
into the dark.

Did you see Stacey's face?

I told you, he was
running and reaching
for the grab iron.

Then you didn't see his face?

Well, I couldn't swear
one way or the other.

But it was Stacey.

There's no mistake
about that.

Hmm. Here in
plenty of time,

yet he had to run
to catch the train.

And he forgot his bag.

Why?

I couldn't answer that.

There's some tracks
in the grove.

Team and a buckboard.

Whoever it was
stayed long enough

to feed the horses
and eat some canned food.

They didn't belong
to the railroad.

There's no fire.

Either they liked cold food,
or they didn't want to
attract attention.

How many were there?

There are three
sets of prints--

one made by
a brand-new
pair of boots.

Stacey was wearing
new boots.

Yeah. The other two

were square toe,
flat heel.

"Square toe,
flat heel"?

Cavalry boots, maybe?Could be.

Maybe he ran off.
Enlisted, I mean.

Not likely.

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, two, three, four!
Faster, soldier! Faster!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, hup, hup, hup!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, hup,
hup, two, three, four!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, hup!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, hup...

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, hup!

Hup, two, three, four!
Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup!

All right, Second Platoon,
hit the floor!

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go.
Reveille in 20 minutes.

All right, Thorne,
let's go.

Oh, I can't.

You want to sleep all day?
We've got a lot of work to do.

It can't be.
I never closed my eyes.

Then you've been sleeping
with them open.

I never went to sleep,
and you know it.

That's too bad.

Tonight you ought to make
a real effort to get
to bed a little earlier.

All right, Thorne.

Now you're really mine.

♪♪

Here we go again.

You all right?

Still got that fire
burning inside you?

They must've
poured a gallon

of the rottenest whiskey

this side of the Mississippi
down my throat.

Poured it down you?

That's the only way.

They slugged me,

put me in a uniform,

and poured a bunch
of rotgut whiskey
down my throat

and then hauled me in here.

Who? Who did?

I don't know who.

I don't know why.

I only know that I...
I'm not a soldier,

I didn't join up,
and my name is not Thorne.

Are you...
Are you saying

you're really
a civilian

named somebody else,

and you got Shanghaied?

Yeah, that's right.

I've heard a lot
of 'em, but that's
the best one yet.

You don't believe it?

Sure.

Sure.

And you might make it work.
It's just that crazy.

Just stick to it.
That's what you
have to do.

And what'd you do?

Nothing.

Well, something,
I guess.
That Trapp--

He said my bunk
wasn't made up right.

Tore it all apart
and said for me to
do it over again.

He said I had
five minutes.

He's still waiting.

Well, it was made up
just fine the first time.

Better than most.

He just wanted to
show who was boss.

How long ago was that?

A couple of weeks.

Trapp says I'll be
in here till I go out

and make up that bed.

But he'll give up
before I will.

What if he doesn't? Hmm?

He will.

Don't worry about that.

I'll just keep
coming back.

But if all you have to do
to get out of here

is just to make a b...

Why, Billy? Why?

Because I'm right.

I'll beat them.

I'll just keep
coming back

and coming back

and coming back.

Before you,
you see a wall.

It's called
Sergeant Trapp's Wall.

It doesn't do anything.
It doesn't protect
against anything.

Doesn't hold
anything up.

Worst of all, it's never
in the right place.

It's got to be moved

over and over and over.

Look yonder.

Over there you see where
this wall is gonna be.

You're gonna move it

from here over
to those rocks,

rock by rock,
on the double.

We can beat him, Stacey.

All right,
let's beat him.

On the double!
Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup!

Hup! Hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three, four!

Hup, hup, hup,
two, three...

Mail's in.My discharge?

I haven't checked.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

Funny, they're doing
all the work and you're
doing the sweating.

I wonder where
Willard J. Thorne
is right now.

Lay off, Joe.
I didn't know it was
gonna work out like this.

[ reveille plays ]

The prisoners secured?

Are you serious?
They're half dead.

My papers come through?Uh-huh.

You mean it?

I said it.

Then I'm out.

As soon as we
get you processed.

The only trouble is,

that leaves me
with a little problem:

What do I do with
Mr. Stacey Grainger?

Nothing. Why should
you do anything with him?
Leave him where he is.

I can't.

Something else
came in the mail--
a telegram

from Medicine Bow
addressed to the
commanding officer

inquiring about
the whereabouts
of Stacey Grainger.

A copy has been sent to
every military installation
in the territory.

Get rid of it.

Too late.

It's already been logged in
by the company clerk.

MacDowell is gonna
have to see it.

Then misplace it.
Lose it for
a couple of days.

For how long?

A couple of days.

Two days, Joe.

Then throw all
the blame on me.

Let them come
look for me.

You'll be
in the clear.

Will I?

No, I'm afraid
I made a mistake, Tom.

I jumped too soon.

And now I'm gonna have to
rectify that mistake.

I'm gonna have to send
the word to Medicine Bow.

All right,
but you don't have
to do it right away.

You could give me
a head start.

No, I'm afraid
I can't do that
either, Tom.

You know how the army
likes everything wrapped up
in neat little packages.

Somebody's gonna
have to be here
to stand charges.

So,

you're under arrest

[ groans ]

I guess you knew I was
holding something out.

It wasn't $500, Joe.

It was a thousand dollars.
You can have it all.

I thought you understood.

You can't buy
27 years.

[ body thuds ]

Tom? Tom?

Oh, my.

[ door opens ]

You men all right?

You worried?

I look after
my men.

Yeah, I guess you two
are too tough to hurt.

But sometimes
Sergeant Beale
overdoes it.

Oh, uh, the captain

went on a training patrol
this afternoon

Be gone for a week.

He asked me to tell you
he'll see you when
he gets back.

Stacey,
he didn't lock it.

You're right.

You suppose he forgot?

It's possible.

Unless he planned it
that way.

Why would he do that?

I can think of one reason.
If I'm right, I wouldn't
get past that door.

You mean he's
waiting out there?

Could be.

But if he isn't...

if he did forget
to lock this door...

I'm not spending
another week here waiting
for Captain MacDowell.

So let's try it.Wait a minute.

I wasn't including you.

I'm a civilian.
All I've got to do
is get out of here,

prove who I am,
and then I'm out
of this mess.

You really are
a soldier.

You run away,
and you're a deserter.

I am not going to stay!

Why not, Billy?

All you got to do is go
out there and make that bunk,
and that's the end of it.

I don't think so.

Tomorrow I'd just be
back in for something else.

I promise I'll bring help.

No, Stacey.

I've been fooling myself.

I can't beat him.

Yes, you can.

We'll do it together,
the right way.

That means that you stay.

♪♪

[ clattering ]

Billy! No!

[ door shuts ]

Elizabeth?
That you?

Stacey!

Detail, ho!

[ shouts order ]

Sir, I'm Captain MacDowell,
United States Cavalry.

John Grainger.
This is Trampas.

This is my grandson,
Stacey Grainger.

I know him as
Private Willard J. Thorne.

You're mistaken, sir.

Possibly so, sir.
And if that's the case,

I'm prepared to apologize
now in the name of
the United States Government.

Do you always back up
your apologies with guns?

No, sir.

The guns are to enforce
the arrest of Stacey Grainger

for the murder of
Sergeant Thomas Beale,

during his escape
from confinement
at Fort Killman.

Now, I didn't kill anybody,
and you know it.

Another mistake
by the army, Captain?

No, sir.

Do you have proof?

Sergeant Beale's
dying declaration.

Beale wasn't
anywhere around.

I never even
saw him.

I'm sorry, sir.
I'm taking you back.

You've no
jurisdiction, Captain.Yes, I have, sir.

A soldier was killed
in the performance
of his duty.

I have the right
to hold the murder
suspect in custody,

and I intend to do so.

Very well, Captain,
but my men will ride with him.

And we'll turn him over
to the civilian authorities
in Medicine Bow.

No, sir.

He's coming back with us
to Fort Killman.

You just admitted
that he's a civilian.

I only admitted
that possibility.

You must understand,
Mr. Grainger,

that even though I believe
that he is Stacey Grainger,

I have no authority
to release him from
my custody.

And if you do
take him back?

I'm not going back.

Just a minute, Stacey.

Captain?

He'll be held in custody
pending a hearing

to determine who has
jurisdiction over the case.

Will I be permitted
to attend that hearing?

Yes, sir.

Stacey, I want you
to go back.

I know you're innocent,
and we'll prove it.

But until we do,
it's his duty
to hold you.

All right, Captain.

I just came from
the post dispensary.

Billy Martin?

I thought you'd
want to know.

I don't think you'll
believe this, but...

I didn't want him
to die.

Sometimes you have to
tear a man down

in order to
build him tip again.

How far do you tear
a man down, Sergeant?

And how do you build up
a Private Billy Martin?

How many Billy Martins
were here before him?

What did you say it was?
27 years?

How many Private Billy Martins
can a man tear down

in 27 years,
Sergeant Trapp?

Go on, walk away.

But you and I are
still gonna have
that little talk.

And you're gonna
have to listen.

You can't keep
putting it off forever.

I'll talk to you.

I didn't kill Beale.

Beale said you did.

He said it and died.

He said it to you?That's right.

And nobody else heard?Nobody else about.

I see. Well,

knowing that
I didn't kill him,
that gives me a long jump

in front of
everybody else.

I can think about who else
might've done it.

You're through, Trapp.

I'm gonna see you nailed
to the barn door if it's
the last thing I do.

You really think
you can hurt me, huh?

You think about it.

I told you who I was.

You ignored it.
Why?

Any man can
make a mistake.

I'll admit to that one.

Who was it that picked up
Thorne in Cheyenne?
Was it Beale?

Because that's
gonna come out.

It has.

In fact, I'm the one
who brought it to
the captain's attention.

Who sent Beale?

And, uh,

why'd you leave the door
to this cell open?

Beale left the cell open.

Then he went to
check the stable.

That's where you killed him,
and that's why you'll hang.

Unless, uh...

Unless it was Martin
that killed him.

You ever thought of that?

That it was Martin
that stabbed him,
and you saw it,

even tried to help Beale,
but it was too late.

Then you ran
because you knew
how bad it looked.

I thought you heard
Beale's dying declaration.

He said it was me.

I, uh, could have
been confused.

It could be,
if I think about it,

that Beale was trying
to clear you.

That he was saying,

"Not Thorne.

Not Thorne."

Yeah, it could be.

You think about it.

There's no need
for you to get hurt.

For anybody to get hurt.

You really think
I'd let you get away with
everything you've done.

You rather hang?

[ door opens ]

Good evening, Captain.Trapp.

I've just heard from
area headquarters.

I'm sure you'll be pleased
to learn that as far as
the cavalry is concerned,

you are now officially
Stacey Grainger.

You mean I'm free?No, I'm afraid not.

There's still the matter
of Sergeant Beale's murder.

But until we turn you over
to the U.S. Marshall,

I'm going to arrange
to billet you

in the officers'
quarters.

Just a minute.
I don't think this
is wise, Captain.

Don't you?

No, sir. Civilian or not,
he's still a prisoner.

I think it's wise.

Captain,
if this man escapes

or injures another trooper
in the attempt,

you're gonna have a lot
of explaining to do,
even if he's innocent.

You don't think he's innocent,
do you, Sergeant?

Well, yes, sir.

It's possible.

Tell him what
you just told me.

He's trying to
get me to say that

Private Martin was the one
who killed Beale.

Did he?

I know he didn't.
Not in the stable.

Well, that's where Beale
was supposed to have
been killed.

Isn't it?Yes, sir.

Stand aside, Sergeant.Captain--

Stand aside!

Yes, sir.

Will that be all, sir?Just one more thing.

You're under arrest.

You've made some mistakes
since you've come here, sir,

but this is your worst.

I wish it was--
for your sake

and mine
and the troop's.

Because I have made
some mistakes.

But I won't make
the biggest one of all.

I won't try to cover
my mistakes up.

You're going to stand trial.

You won't accomplish
anything, sir.

You'll just make
the whole service look bad.

Or good, and I'll
accomplish enough.

Ten troopers saw you
go into Beale's room.

Not one saw you
come out.

And we found
blood stains, proving

he was nowhere
near the stable
when he was stabbed.

You know what
your father would say
if he were here right now?

I'd like to think
he'd approve.

But just between
you and me, Sergeant,

I couldn't care less.

Your pistol.

♪♪

Mr. Grainger.

Stacey.

♪♪

[ theme music playing ]