All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E18 - Train of Darkness

We made it!

Why are females always so
sure they're gonna miss a train?

It's a mystery to me.
I've never missed one yet.

You've always had Aunt Holly to
worry you to the station on time.

I hope I didn't forget
anything. I don't see how.

You're taking half of
Cheyenne home with you.

Good evening. How far are you
folks traveling with us tonight?

Medicine Bow, Conductor. Well, sir,
we'll try to get you there safe and sound.

We don't have too many
passengers on this night run,

so we're only warming up
the first coach.

Will you follow me, ma'am, and I'll
give you a hand? Watch your step.

Well, looks like we're
gonna have our pick of seats.

Well, most people
prefer to travel in the

daytime so they can
see where they're going.

Is this all right?
Whatever you like.

Want to sit by the window or on
the aisle? The window, please.

Here. Let me help you with
that and you can slide in.

Boy, you need another hand.
Let me help you there.

If you can grab that one. Yes.

Think all this is gonna
fit on one train?

I didn't buy all that much. Just
a few little things for Aunt Holly.

I'd sure hate to be
standing under all those

little things if we
came to a sudden stop.

- I'd be buried alive.
- Hmm.

Well, now.

You folks have a nice trip. If there's
anything you want, you just call for me.

The name is Michael Patrick. Ah,
thank you, Mr. Patrick. Pure kind of you.

I don't know.

There just doesn't seem to be anyone
around here to help us. Find someone.

I've gotta get on that train.

Evvy, are you sure
you want to do this?

I didn't ask you
to come with me.

I can't let you go all the
way to San Francisco alone.

Maybe I'd be better off. You
were certainly no help tonight.

Evvy, there was nothing I could
do but ring down the curtain.

You didn't say one word... not
one word to that howling audience.

Well, they were in no mood
to listen to speeches.

Now, all they wanted was their
money back. We gave them that.

Conductor.

Hi. Put that trunk
in the baggage car.

Ma'am, I heard nothing
about a trunk.

Well, actually, we just
purchased our tickets.

It was a last-minute
decision. Sorry to trouble you.

All right, sir. I'll attend
to it. Thank you.

Now can we get on the train?

I don't see how people can stand
livin' in the city, all crowded together...

and jammed on top
of each other like that.

Looks like we're
having company after all.

All right, Evvy. If you'll
just move over, please.

I refuse to sit next to the window,
with all that soot and smoke.

Well, all right. There's plenty
of room. I'll just sit over here.

Suit yourself.

You should have stayed, Charlie.

Evvy, we both
should have stayed.

Mmm!

Hey! Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Whoo-hoo!

Talk about waiting till the
last minute. Whoo. Phew.

That was a darn fool stunt.
You could've broken your neck.

Worse. I could've
broke my bottle.

Ooh.

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Guess
this critter's trying to throw me.

Well, in that case,
why don't you sit down?

Well, I aim to, ma'am,
as soon as I find a place.

This seat taken?

Why, no.

- No, it's not.
- Well, now, that suits me fine.

Whoo, aah!

The name's Buster Floyd.

Stands for "bronc buster," which is
how I earn my flapjacks and molasses.

Just what does
a bronc buster do?

Well, I fight horses.
Tame the evil critters.

Can I have your tickets,
please, sir? Oh, I have 'em here.

Oh.

Ah.

Thank you, sir.

Tickets, please?

- I said, tickets, please.
- Well, I heard what you said.

Thing is, I ain't got a ticket.

Then how do you
expect to ride on this train?

That's a problem, ain't it?

Maybe you'll just have to stop
this critter and, uh, boot me off.

Don't you pull that! Leave
that emergency cord alone.

Just trying to help out.

If you'd pulled that brake,
there'd have been the devil to pay.

Never yet seen a man in uniform
who could take a joke. Maybe.

If you'd seen a train buck and jump
the lines trying to stop of a sudden,

you wouldn't find it
quite so funny.

I suppose you have enough
money to pay for your fare?

You want some money from me?
Well, why in the world didn't you say so?

You still haven't told me
where you're going.

Well, that's what I don't know.

Whatever's there, give me that
much worth of ticket, then you tell me.

That will take you
as far as Green River.

Then that's where I'm goin'!

That's the first fella I ever heard of
who didn't care where he was going...

and was taking a train
to get there.

May I have your ticket,
please, ma'am?

See the gentleman in
the seat ahead. All right.

Here, Conductor. Thank you, sir.

Friend of yours?

He's my manager.

I know her from somewhere.

Her face is so familiar.

I know!

I saw her picture in front
of the Cheyenne opera house.

She an actress? Their play
opened tonight at the opera house.

I wonder what she's doing here.

She appears to be leaving town.

It must have been some show.

You still haven't
told me your name.

Evangeline. Evangeline Madden.

Well, that's right
pretty. Evangeline.

Are you a
theatergoer, Mr. Floyd?

Huh? Do you have
a liking for the stage?

Oh, no, ma'am.
I like riding the train.

All that jouncin' on the stage
makes me sick to my gut.

Oh, Mr. Patrick?

We seem to be slowing
down. Anything wrong?

No, sir. No. Just a flag stop.

We have to pick up some
more passengers. Oh?

What do you see? Not much.

It's a desolate part
of the country.

Lotte.

My! It's a lot bigger than
I thought it's gonna be.

It's most big as a house.

We'll go fast, you
reckon? Fast enough.

With the whistle
blowing and all?

Most likely. Oh.

You know, I used to hear that whistle
blowing nights when I was lying in my bed.

Seemed to me a... such
a lonesome kind of sound.

And I guess it was just
me that was lonesome.

Not anymore.

Well, I can see that
it was a good thing...

that I come along when I did.

The way you were feeling, you
might've married one of them...

barefooted squirrel hunters
from over on the next ridge.

Oh, shoot! I wouldn't give two
potato eyes for the whole pack of 'em.

We're on our way.

We're early, Pa. That
train ain't near due yet.

I've got nothin' better
to do than wait.

Lutie's waitin' in his grave.

We'll put him to rest tonight.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

- Nice night for it.
- For what?

- Friendly game of cards.
- Well, I don't know about that.

Fella gave me a piece
of advice one time...

Told me never to play cards
on a train with a stranger.

That's was wallopin'
good advice. Corey Halder.

- Jim Horn.
- Blackjack, friend?

That's my game, friend.

Four-bit limit? Yeah. Fine.

The house pays 21, closest
to, and five cards under.

- You being the house?
- This being my deck, friend.

All right, friend.

Deal 'em.

Jim hardly spent
anything in Cheyenne.

He has most of a month's
wages. I know. I paid him.

He's gonna lose it all
to that... gambler.

Part of it anyway.

Can't you do something?

Yes. I can stay out of it.
That's what I intend to do.

What do you need?

I'm good.

But, Uncle Clay...
It's Jim's money.

He has as much right to be
foolish with it as the next man.

Would you feel better if he
spent it on a pretty, new hat?

Pay 20.

Pay me.

Fastest four bits I ever lost.

I think I'll stretch my
legs. I'll go with you.

No, no. You stay here
and look out the window.

Oh, I can't see much of
anything. It all whooshes by so fast.

I'll be back in a
minute or two. All right.

Would you like a
little swig, little lady?

No, thank you.

This is prime liquor. You people
don't know what you're passin' up.

What about you, Charlie?

No. Thanks all the same.

He only drinks warm milk
because of his sensitive palate.

Sensitive what?

Evvy, aren't you being
a little bit ridiculous?

I don't think so, Charlie, after
what I've been through tonight.

The curtain is down.
The audience has gone home.

The theater is dark. I sure wish
I had seen that show, doggone it.

Not this show. It was
a dreadful exhibition.

You should have
seen me in Camille.

One of the Scranton critics
compared me to Modjeska.

Helena Modjeska, the finest
tragedienne of our time.

Scranton. That's back
East somewhere, ain't it?

On the way to New York.

The direction I was headed
before I met Charles.

Is this the one? Yes. Thank you.

While I'm on my feet, I
think I'll take a little walk.

Why don't you take Jim
with you? Jim's busy at cards.

That's what I mean.

Pay 21. That's
another four bits!

I never seen such luck.

Well, doesn't seem
to be too cold in here.

No, no. It's not too bad.

I didn't mean
to sneak up on you.

I had to get out of that
stuffy car for a while.

I don't much like being penned
up. I know what you mean.

The one you're not
wearing on your hip.

- I'm glad that gun wasn't there.
- Gun?

Oh, yeah. That's a habit.

Only use it when I'm
working my cattle.

Oh? You're a rancher?

Yeah. Yeah, I got a
small spread near Rawlins.

Oh, Rawlins.

I thought I knew most
everybody up that way.

As a matter of fact, I just saw some
of them at the regional meeting...

of the cattlemen's
association in Cheyenne.

Were you there?

No. No. I don't belong
to the association.

Well, I recommend it.
It's a fine organization.

So I've heard.

I'm Clay Grainger.
Shiloh Ranch, Medicine Bow.

Jed Haines.

Come to think of it, I
couldn't have seen you there.

You didn't get on till after we
left Cheyenne... that flag stop.

Yeah, I picked up my wife.

She lives with her folks
up in the hills.

Just got married this morning.

Well, congratulations!

Thank you.

So this is your
wedding night. Yeah.

Well, I wish you a
long and happy marriage.

Thank you.

Others are comin', Pa.

Cousin. Lute.

Good of you to come,
all of you. Thanks.

- Where do we wait?
- We put a man up on the hill there...

so we can see the
train light from far off.

Rest of us can stay down
here close to the tracks.

Uh, it's gettin' cold.

Cuts right through ya. Lad.

Best find some wood and light
a fire. They'll see it on the train.

Don't matter what they see.
Do as you're told.

Pa, they see a fire, they'll
know we're layin' in wait.

By the time they know
that, the train will be stoppin'.

Pa.

He's not gonna get away
from us, not this time, Lad.

Now stop frettin' about it.

Go on. Fetch that firewood.

Hello.

Hello.

I sure didn't mean to stare
the berries off the bush.

I just never seen a hat
so pretty in all my life.

Thank you. It's a
present for my Aunt Holly.

I hope she likes it. Oh, I don't
know if she could help but like it.

Pretty flowers
and that velvet ribbon.

It's downright beautiful.

Pardon me, ma'am. Oh, I'm sorry.

Sit down, please. Thank you.

I'm Elizabeth Grainger. Pleased
to meet you. Lotte Roebuck.

I mean, Lotte Haines.

We just got married,
and I ain't used to it yet.

Congratulations!

Thank you.

Lotte, would you mind trying
this on so I could see how it looks?

Would I mind? No.

You're right. It
is beautiful. Oh!

Look, in the window glass.

I look like somebody else.

Here.

Now I'm Mrs. Jed Haines again.

That's fearsome enough.

- What is?
- Being married and all.

I don't know
the first thing about it.

Oh, it's not
that I don't love him.

I knew he was the man for me the
first time I laid eyes on him. Ain't that.

It must be awfully hard
leaving home for the first time.

Oh, I didn't mind
that part of it.

My pa built the cabin we lived in
when he and Ma was first married,

and, well, it was hardly big
enough for the two of them,

and I got three brothers
and a sister younger than me.

No, leaving home was easy.

It's what lies ahead...
Being a ranch wife.

I've never been
any kind of wife,

but I have lived
on a ranch all my life.

I don't know anything
but taters and seed corn.

I know snap beans
about raising cattle.

You don't have to. The
men take care of all that.

All of it?

Gee, back home, come springtime,

the womenfolk have to work
right in the field with the men.

I've never seen a woman herd
cattle, but there's plenty to do...

The cooking, and the baking,

and the washing,
and the ironing,

feeding the chickens,
and milking the cows,

and cleaning the house,
raising children.

I can do all that. I just wanna know
what kind of work I'm gonna have to do.

Isn't that enough?

Shoot. I've been doing chores all
my life. Ain't nothin' new about that.

I 'spect carin' for one man is gonna
be easier than a whole brood though.

I just hope
I make him a good wife.

He's the nicest, most
gentle-natured man I ever met.

How was your winter
this year, Mr. Haines?

My winter? It was all right.

Oh?

I heard Rawlins had its
worst blizzard in 20 years.

Well, that may be so,
but I made out all right.

- Lose many head?
- No, no.

I was able to get 'em into a
box canyon before the worst of it.

Box canyon in a blizzard?

You must have been pretty lucky to be
able to get 'em out through the drifts...

before they starved to death.

Yeah, I guess
I was lucky, at that.

I...

Well, I... I gotta get back.
Nice meeting you.

Same here.

Well, been nice talking
to you, Elizabeth.

Sure do admire
that flower bonnet.

Your aunt's gonna be
right proud of it. Thank you.

Lotte. You haven't
a thing to worry about.

Your Jed couldn't have
picked a better wife.

Did you have a nice walk? Yes.

Did you have a nice walk?

Nice enough, considering.

I had company
while you were gone.

That pretty girl up ahead...
Lotte Haines.

She's a newlywed.

Yes, I know. I was just
talking to her husband.

You must have had a lot to talk
about. He's cattle rancher too.

We managed a conversation.

But whatever Jed Haines is,
he's no cattleman.

That's five dollars
you've taken off me.

Uh, I reckon it's about time
then. Time for what, friend?

Time for you to suggest
raising the stakes.

Say, are you a mind reader too?

I was about to make
that very suggestion myself.

- Is that a fact?
- Well, sure.

As long as you're skunkin' me, you
gotta give me a chance to get even.

Somehow I've never heard of a
blackjack game where everybody quit even.

Uh, dollar too rich
for your blood, friend?

I think I can handle it.

Could I have a king,
please? I don't see why not.

I should have asked for an ace.

Sorry, friend.
That's what I asked for.

Seen a show
in a saloon one time.

Had a female in fancy drawers
singing "Yankee Doodle"...

and kicking her leg
over her head.

Can you do that? No.

But it's the sort of talent my recent
audiences would have appreciated.

Oh, she was good at it.

♪ Yankee Doodle went to town
riding on a pony ♪

That's when she
heisted up her leg. Ooh!

Only one? Why, sure!

If she'd have heisted up both of
'em, she'd have fell on her face!

Ooh-hoo! Ain't that
right, Charlie?

Must be good liquor.
You want this or not?

Yeah. Yeah. All right.
Uh, but make it light.

Sorry, friend.
You didn't make it.

Friend, this may be your deck,

but I got the sudden feeling
it's my deal.

You're shivering, Lotte? Huh?

Oh, I reckon Jack Frost
just poked me in the ribs a bit.

I'll be all right. I'll
build the fire up.

Oh, I got a shawl in the valise.

I put it in before you put
all your shirts and things in.

Here we go.

I thought you told me
you didn't have a gun.

No, I said I didn't wear one.

Well, it's the same thing.

Why didn't you tell me?

No need to.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey! Hey, you!

What's the name of the place
I'm going to? Slipped my mind.

Green River. Yeah, that's it.

It sounds like a nice and
peaceful place, Green River.

Oh. I don't care
what it sounds like,

as long as it's got
horses need breaking.

- You ever seen a wild mustang tamed?
- No, I haven't.

Ooh, it's like riding
a bad windstorm.

Mean critter keeps
buckin', sun fishin',

tryin' to twist out from under that
saddle and get that man off his back.

But that man is me, and I
ain't about to get off,

if I have to kill that critter.

More he bucks,
more I lay into him,

till he's lathered pink.

Nose holes wide, snortin' away,

screaming way back
in his throat.

Me stickin' to him!

Tries to scrape me off
on a corral fence,

and I stripe him good,
till he's broke.

He's only a horse to be rode
like the rest of 'em.

That's when I climb down,
collect my money.

What happens to the horse?

Broke to saddle,
he don't mean nothin' to me.

Like an empty bottle...
Don't mean nothin'.

- You see anything interesting out there?
- Nope. Not a thing. Hit me.

Don't you think you'd better
look at your cards first?

- Oh, might as well. Find out what I need.
- What you need is a seven.

I think my luck's beginning to
change. What do you think, friend?

I think I'd better be careful.

Still no sign of it,
Pa. Keep watchin'.

I will, after
I have some coffee.

That wind's mighty
fierce up there, Pa.

Suppose that old train's
running late? It'll get here.

Thank you.

Sure would be a shame
if anything happened now.

- It'll get here.
- Must be near an hour.

We've been waitin' for that train
ever since the night Lutie died.

Yeah, we'll give him the
same chance he gave Lutie.

The way he done it.
The way he killed him.

Somethin' I won't ever forget.

Won't none of us
forget this night.

Get back up on that hill.

Keep watchin' for the light.
When you see it, holler down.

We gotta be ready
for that train.

Jed, you asleep?

No.

Did you think I'd be scared if I
knew there was a gun in the valise?

Is that why you didn't tell me?

No, Lotte.

Reckon you just figured
it was none of my business.

Well, you reckoned wrong. I
just didn't think it was important.

I bought it in Cheyenne
to use on the ranch.

What for?

Well... rattlesnakes.

Didn't your pa ever shoot
rattlesnakes back home?

No, I don't think he ever did.

Anytime us kids see
a rattlesnake, we'd just

tell Ma. She'd whup
it with a hoe handle.

Well.

Well, I'm not very fast
with a hoe handle.

You fast with a gun, Jed?

Not especially.

Somebody's gonna have to have a drink
with me, and that's all there is to it!

Come on, Charlie. Have
a little snort. Won't kill you.

No, thanks.

You haven't had a drink
since we've been on here.

That ain't even
human. That's Charlie.

Come on. Take a swig.
Make a man outta you!

Keep that stinking bottle out of
my face! I said I don't want a drink!

Well, all right, Charlie.
Heck! Just tryin' to be friendly.

Ain't that right, honey? Wasn't
I just trying to be friendly?

- That's the way it looked to me.
- Why, sure!

Doggone it, I'm the friendliest
horse fighter this side of the Missouri.

Why, everybody loves old Buster.

Tell me some more stories about the
horses you've tamed. I-I'm fascinated.

Don't you love old Buster
just a bitty, bitty "wittens"?

Evvy?

- I think you'd better change your seat.
- Nah, Charlie.

Evangeline don't want to move.

- I think she does. Please let her go.
- Charles.

- Let her go!
- Whoa now, Charlie!

Hold on just a minute.

I like you fine. Maybe
she don't, but I do.

I ain't got nothin' against you, so I'd
hate to smear you all over the floor.

But that's what I'll have to do
if you try to give me orders.

Come on, Evvy.
We can sit back there.

She's sittin'
where she's sittin'.

The lady happens
to enjoy my company.

The lady happens to be my wife!

Did I hear you right?

This lady? This one here?

- She's your wife?
- That's right.

And I think she's had
enough of your company.

She said you was her
manager. Why, he is.

He's both, unfortunately.

Evvy, I want you
to change your seat.

Why in the bone-breaking world didn't you
say something then? Why'd you wait so long?

Evvy, please get up.

No, Charlie.
I'd rather sit here.

Well, now, doggone it, Charlie.

What are you gonna
do about that, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Excuse me. Excuse you?

Charlie, don't run off
like that. She's your wife.

Only a yellow belly would run off
and leave his wife to another man.

Get your foot out of the way.

No, Charlie.
Me and you gotta tussle.

Okay, now. Come on. Lay into me!

Show you ain't scared
of ol' Buster. Come on.

Give me... Give me a little
jab on the chin right here.

Go on, Charlie. Show these
good people you ain't no low...

Oh, now, stop it! Let him go!

See what you did? You scared him
off! Hey, Charlie! Come back here!

We ain't tussled yet!

Well, why didn't you stop it?

It wasn't my concern.

Well, you could've done
somethin'. What for?

Why, somebody could
have gotten hurt.

Don't you care?

You just sat there.
You just plain sat there.

Oh. Drunken cowboys.

I've seen a lot of 'em
in my time.

And yellow bellies?

Have you seen many of us?

Pardon me, sir.

Well, a man might have a
good reason for not fighting.

That doesn't make him
any less of a man.

The bully boys can
always find a reason,

especially when whiskey's
doing the thinking for them.

You think that's why I didn't
fight him, because he was drunk?

No. I'd say it was because you
didn't want to embarrass your wife.

Well, Evvy's not that way.
Not really.

What she's doing is getting back
at me through him. It's not his fault.

The thing is, with Evvy,
she's an actress.

Yes, I know. My niece recognized
her from a picture in front of the theater.

Oh, you didn't happen to
see the show tonight, did you?

No, we didn't.

Well, at least I won't have to
apologize for that.

I'm Charles Neeley, by the way.

Clay Grainger. My pleasure, sir.

Do you know the play
The Miller's Revenge?

No, I'm not familiar
with that one.

Well, the climax
of this so-called drama...

depends on a piece
of rather complicated machinery,

which somehow didn't get to
Cheyenne in time for the performance.

But you performed anyway?

Oh, yes.

In the grand old
tradition of "the show

must go on because
the actors must be paid,"

we tried to improvise an ending.

It's positively amazing how the
audience anticipated our failure.

Well, Evvy got pelted
with rotten tomatoes.

Well, I can see how
that might upset her.

You see, Evvy has
a lot of ambition.

She's always had her eye set
on New York City, but, well,

somehow she just never made it.

She has talent.

She's a very good light
comedy performer. Very good.

But unfortunately, The Miller's
Revenge is not a good light comedy.

It's not even
a good cheap melodrama.

I wish she'd retire.

I think we should both call it quits
and stop traipsing around the country.

Listen to me...

Going on and on, and...

I haven't even mentioned
the thing that hurts the most.

I left the company
stranded in Cheyenne.

All those players
without a cent of money.

How could I do
a thing like that?

Well, you could still go back.

Not without Evvy, I can't.

Pa. Pa.

You see it? You see the
train? No, I think I heard it.

Wind's blowing this direction. I'm
pretty sure, Pa. Listen now. Listen!

What'd I tell you?

It's comin'.

It's coming! Get on your
horses and get ready!

We'll get him, Pa.

We'll get him.

Jed? Yeah.

Jed, I ain't never
lied to you. Not once.

I mean, I told you that... I told
you all my secrets straight off.

- Well, there weren't many.
- You ain't told me hardly anything.

We gotta trust each other, Jed,
else how we gonna live together?

- How can we be man and wife?
- Well, Lotte, we are man and wife.

Well, maybe by the preacher's
say-so and in the eyes of the law,

but not to my way
of lookin' at it.

Well, what is your way
of lookin' at it?

- Well, we ain't bedded together.
- No.

Well, then we ain't rightly
married in the eyes of the Lord.

Where did you get
a notion like that?

Well, I don't know much, I
know, but I do know what's right.

Then as long as we're
sitting here riding on the train,

according to you,
we're not rightfully married.

I ain't trying to
get out of it, Jed.

I want to be your wife.

All I'm saying is, it ain't right
for you to hide things from me.

Not even your feelings.

You gotta be more open with me,
Jed. It just can't be any other way.

If I thought it was
gonna be any other way,

I'd just have to get off the train at the
next stop and just go back to my folks,

and that'd be
the end of it... of us.

Oh, Lotte.

You're talkin' mighty serious.

Well, I am serious.

Back there in the cabin, you
were just a smile and a laugh.

Seemed like getting married
was just about the funniest thing...

that ever happened to you.

Preacher said, "Kiss the bride,"

and you were just giggling so
much there, I almost couldn't.

I ain't always flighty.

Guess not.

I can be sharp.
I got a terrible temper.

Oh, that's... that's awful
hard for me to believe.

Jed, I ain't the woman
you thought you married.

I just look like her.

Well, that's pretty good
by itself.

I thought I knew you too.

I guess I don't.

I don't know you,
do I, Jed Haines?

Tell me. Tell me who you are.

Evvy can't stand
to hear anyone snore.

It reminds her
of matinee performances.

I'm sorry. You were saying
something about Edwin Booth?

Oh. Well, just that I'd seen him
years ago in Texas in Othello.

Why, yes! That was one
of my companies.

Before I met Evvy, I
managed tours for the Booths...

Oh? Edwin, Junius
Brutus and John Wilkes.

Before his final tragedy.

Yes, sir. Shakespeare
was my specialty.

Well, if you don't mind my
asking, why'd you give it up?

Well, Evvy couldn't play it.

But then Evangeline Madden
didn't have to do Shakespeare.

People came to see her
in anything... for a while.

Excuse me.

Well, you can see for
yourself the stove is lit.

It just doesn't seem to give out
much heat at this time of the year.

When does it throw out heat,
in the summertime?

Yes, ma'am?

I need my wrapper. There's one
in my trunk in the baggage car.

Could you get it for me?

Ordinarily, I don't go into the
baggage car when the train is moving.

Then I'll get it. No, no,
no, no, no. I'll get it for you.

You stay here
and keep warm by the fire.

Evvy.

I want to talk to you.

I think we made a
big mistake, both of us.

We should get off at the next
stop. Get off? Whatever for?

- So that we could rejoin the company.
- In Cheyenne?

Well, look, we just can't leave
those people behind without a thought.

Do you have money to pay for the
train tickets? We could raise the money.

We could give another
performance. You must be mad.

If we even tried it, we'd
be tarred and feathered.

Well, the equipment will
surely be there tomorrow.

We could put on the show
properly, with all the effects.

No, Charlie.

One performance! No!

Think of the
actors. Think of me!

I can't go through
that again. I... I'm sorry.

You can get off, if you want to.

Evvy.

Don't sit with that cowboy.

I'll sit where I choose.

What you lookin' for
out there? A bridge.

The Clearwater Trestle? Mm-hmm.

What for? I want to see it.

Well, it ain't nothin' to see,
even in the daytime.

Yeah. Yeah. This is it.

Up! Hey, come on, Corey.

Get up.

Listen, everybody. I'm gonna
stop this train in about one minute.

I'm gonna pull the emergency cord, and
we're all gonna come to a screeching halt.

Now, just sit in your seats
and stay put.

Sorry, friend, but at least I
won't be taking your money.

- This is a holdup?
- No, ma'am.

- Why do you wanna stop the train?
- I'm takin' somebody off.

Mr. Floyd! Buster! What?
What? What's goin' on?

Easy, friend!
Now, just stay put.

You too, lady.

Where's your husband?
He went forward.

All right.

Now, you're all gonna be perfectly
safe as long as you don't interfere.

This is the man I want.

Jed? Well, what do
you want Jed for?

I had two brothers.

Now I've only got one,

and he's waitin' out there with
my pa for the man who killed Lutie.

This man.

There must be some mistake.

It's no mistake, Judge Haker.

Judge Haker? A court judge?

No. He's a gunfighter.

They just called him "Judge" 'cause of
all the death sentences he handed out.

Judge Haker killed
more than 50 men.

His name is Haines! Jed Haines!

Tell them, Jed!
Tell them who you are!

Brace yourselves.

I'm stoppin' the train... now!

Everybody stay
right where you are.

Train's stopped up ahead.

Let's go. Hyah!

You, Haker! Sit back and keep
your hands where I can see 'em.

Elizabeth?

Now, don't get excited, friends.
Everybody's all right.

No, everybody's not
all right. This girl is hurt.

I'm sorry.

I just bumped my
head. Yeah, on the seat.

Jim, see if you can find my bag.

There should be a clean
handkerchief in there.

And get some water
for a compress.

Uncle, what's going on? What
is it? It'll be all right, honey.

From the looks of things, I'd
say there's gonna be a hangin'.

I call it justice.

This killer is finally
gonna catch up with a rope.

I nearly got brained
by a shipping crate.

That darn fool cowboy could have killed
the lot... Shh. It was not the cowboy.

Now, just get us out of
here. Signal the engineer.

Someone's got a lot of explaining
to do. Just get us out of here!

I don't know what's goin' on, but I
sure wish he'd make up his mind.

We're moving!

Easy, friend! Now, easy. Get your
hands over your head. Don't make a move.

I sure never thought
I'd meet Judge Haker.

Why, you're about the best gun
hand in the whole territory of Wyoming!

Why, Judge Haker killed
more men than a mule has ticks,

and he got paid for it too.

This here's a real professional,
Charlie, and you just saved his neck!

What kind of horseplay is this?

This is who stopped
the train. You better

turn him over to the
sheriff at the next stop.

There won't be any
sheriff at the next stop.

You won this hand, friend,
but I'm still gonna take the pot.

This train's going full speed.

No horse can keep up
with it very long.

True, but in just about 30 minutes,
this train's gonna come to a full stop,

and there's nothin'
you can do about it.

- A full stop? For what?
- Water, friend.

Just plain water.

He's right. We'll be
stopping at Keeley Pass.

Well, do you have to stop?

If we don't take on a full load of water,
we'll never make it through the pass,

so one way or the other,
we've got to stop.

That's what you won,
friend... 30 minutes.

Spend it any way you like.

But that rope is still
waitin' for Judge Haker.

All right, now. Move.

Easy, friend. Now,
let's move to the back.

It's no use, friend. I know how
the game's gonna come out.

We're not using your marked deck
now, friend. We still have a chance.

If we can get to that
tank stop and fill up fast,

we can move out before
your people catch up.

Would you like to make
a little side bet?

With those odds, I can't lose.

- What if you don't take him off?
- Then they'll come on and get him!

Pa wants Judge Haker.
He wants him bad.

I'd hate to be in Pa's way
when he wants something.

Is it true, Jed?

Is what true?

Did you kill 50 men?

No.

I remember Judge Haker.

When the big ranchers were
losing their cattle to the rustlers,

they sent for him
and they looked the other way.

Nobody knows how many he
may have killed. I know of one.

He was only a boy,
just barely turned 19.

Judge Haker was waitin'
for him one night...

when he was riding home from Wednesday
church meeting with his little brother.

My pa swore then
to see Judge Haker hang.

If the law wouldn't do it,
we'd do it ourselves.

You had to be a big hero!
Now what are we gonna do?

There's only one thing we
can do that makes any sense.

If they catch up,
we turn him over.

- That's the one thing we can't do.
- He's Judge Haker!

He'd just soon kill a man as look
at him. If it's him or us, I say him!

If it's a question of saving
our lives, there's no choice.

Evvy, just stay out of it.

That's fine advice
coming from you.

Mr. Patrick, you think we'll
be at the water tank...

long enough for those men
to catch up?

The boiler's nearly empty.
I-It'll take a while to fill her.

They're ridin'
good, fast horses.

We'll just be
sitting there waitin'.

Be a whole lot better for your womenfolk
if you let me take him off without trouble.

How many, Jed?

How many did you
kill? Does it matter?

Doesn't it matter to you?

They were cattle rustlers,
Lotte, outlaws.

Not all of 'em.
My brother wasn't.

You shot him down all the same,
without warning.

I always gave warning. Always!

- I never shot a man who didn't know why!
- One.

Only one, and he was a boy!

What was his name, your brother,
the one you say I killed?

Lutie. Luther Dormer.

Happened near Wolf Creek Bridge,
about five miles south of Miloville.

Luther? You say Luther Dormer?

Have you killed so many you can't
remember one? I remember them all.

And Lutie?
Do you remember killing him?

- Yes.
- There! You hear that?

He admitted killing the boy!
That's out-and-out murder.

Then let him be tried in a
courtroom by a judge and jury.

We ain't got time
for no courtroom.

They gonna be on our back
as soon as we stop for water.

We know what they
want, so let's don't give

'em an argument. Let's
give 'em Judge Haker.

You're mighty free with
somebody else's neck, friend.

A little while ago, you
was pattin' him on his back.

This man is
a cold-blooded killer.

I don't see what all
the fuss is about. Evvy!

Well, I don't.

If that makes me sound
cold-blooded, I'm sorry.

- But 50 men!
- There wasn't that many.

Some say more.

Some say that I breathe
fire, and that's not so either.

Oh, now, don't start up!

Now, I've been accused of
a lot of things I didn't do.

A man kills his neighbor
in a fight over a calf.

Well, it was very easy to put
the blame on Judge Haker.

I would have had to
have been twins 20 times over...

to get around
as fast as they claimed I did.

No, no, it wasn't 50.

Lotte, dangerous men were
taking over this part of the country.

They were stealing the
cattle, bringing ruin to the land.

Somebody had to put the fear
into them, and they called on me.

Who did, Jed?
Who paid you to kill?

Well, ask Mr. Grainger.
He's one of 'em.

Him and his cattlemen's
association. He never hired you.

He knows some who did.

I knew some desperate men
who were being ruined,

wiped out by rustlers.

And they came to me.

They should have gone
to the law. The law?

I've been in towns where the
sheriff was the worst of the lot,

and even more towns where
there wasn't any law at all!

Now, I was needed,
Mr. Grainger. I was necessary.

There were other ways
to deal with rustlers.

Slow ways,

in a time when nobody
could afford to wait.

Or maybe you can't
remember, Mr. Grainger,

when cattle thieves were worse than
summer droughts and winter blizzards.

I remember it well,

and I also recall advising
the cattlemen's association...

to have nothing to do with you
and your quick remedies.

You know, there was a time...

when I was welcomed into
the finest homes in the territory.

The ranchers were
glad to have me on their

side, fighting for them,
destroying the enemy.

I was a mercenary,
a soldier for hire.

But you know,
the army's soldiers...

They get a pension
when their job is done.

They get medals.
They get thanks.

But the men that hired
me... They didn't want

to be reminded of
what I'd done for them.

How many?

They didn't want me
in their towns.

I had blood on my hands.
Their hands were clean!

I killed.

I killed. I killed for them.

How many, Jed?

How many did you kill?

Seven.

There were seven of them.

Is that all?
You only killed seven?

"Only"?

Only seven.

Lotte.

There was a time that I couldn't
close my eyes but I'd see their faces,

color of their eyes,
the shape of their hats,

the way they fell,
the way they bled.

I killed the same...

seven men over and over
again till I met you, Lotte.

Till I met you, Lotte, I'd wake
up to the sound of their voices...

and... their names.

I... I knew them all...

except one.

Well, now I know his.

- Luther Dormer.
- Lutie. Lutie!

Sit down! Now, you stay there.

You just heard him say
he killed seven men.

And I heard you say
he killed 50.

You don't understand.
If it was one!

If he only killed one, and that
one's name was Luther Dormer,

my pa would still be comin'
with a rope for his neck...

and a bullet for whoever
gets in his way!

You willing to die
for this killer?

If he had any decency, he'd spare
us the trouble and give himself up.

Would you?

I'm not a man.

Well, what does that
have to do with it?

You're asking him to die, not
bear a child. Well, we all die.

How many favor turning him over?

Normally, I'd be
the first one to say no,

but the way things are...

What about you,
Charlie? What about me?

Put up your hand.

I don't want to put up my hand.

Do you want to
get us all killed?

Evvy, I don't want to
see anybody killed.

I agree with Mr. Grainger.

We can't hand him over.
It's wrong.

Well, in case anybody's counting,
that's three for and three against.

You know how I stand.

- Your vote doesn't count.
- Yes, it does.

He's on the train,
same as the rest of us.

That's four to three
in favor of handing him over.

You forgot about me.
That makes it four even.

How do you vote, Lotte?

You shouldn't have
lied to me, Jed.

You should have
told me the truth.

No, I didn't lie.

Only about my name and the gun.

So, Lotte, I do have a ranch.

It's a small place
outside of Rawlins.

I don't know nothin' about
ranchin', really, but I...

I thought maybe it'd be something
that we could learn together.

And how did you pay for it?

Where did you get
your money? I earned it.

Not telling me, Jed...
That was the same as lying.

Making me think you were
kind and gentle, sweet and loving.

It was all lies.

Is that your vote?

This isn't something
we can vote on.

We haven't the right
to judge this man.

Did he have the right to kill
my brother? Answer me that.

Well, I can't. None of us can.

We're slowing down.
It's Keeley Pass.

All right.
Let's give her a drink.

We could get off. We could hide.

Where? And for how long?

We'd have to take him with us.
We couldn't leave him here.

We're better off
if we stick together.

We go running off into the night,
we're bound to draw their fire.

Pull down the shades!
We're sitting ducks.

I say we leave one
shade up, sit Judge Haker

in front of the window
where they can see him.

Why don't you go outside? Maybe
they'll let you take a shot at him.

Boy, you talkin' like you
want to get killed! Well, I don't!

They're not here yet.
We still have a chance.

We made it!

Well, get going!
Let's get out of here!

You lose, friend. Hold it.

Watch him close. He's
liable to try anything.

Corey? You all right, Son?

Yeah, Pa! I'm fine! But they
kind of got the drop on me!

Get the engineer and
the fireman out of that cab!

Make sure they ain't going
anywhere this time. Right. Huh! Hyah!

All right, out. Let's go.

What's the matter? What
happened? Come on. Let's get out.

The railroad's gonna
hear about this!

What's his name? Pa?

Lute Dormer. Same as Lutie.

Mr. Dormer?

I'm Clay Grainger. Shiloh Ranch,
Medicine Bow. I'm a passenger on the train.

- I'd like to talk to you.
- We didn't come here to talk.

Now, you telling me why we come?

Maybe he didn't
hear you. He heard.

Pa don't take to being rushed.

You tell him.

Hey, Pa? Maybe you
oughta talk to him!

- You're not goin' out there?
- You stay with him. Keep him here.

Mr. Grainger, I don't like it.

I don't like it either.
That's the way it is.

Dormer?

Clay Grainger.

My son Lad.

I met your other son
inside... Corey.

I sort of thought he'd
come out here with you.

No. No, he can't do that.

- Does that mean you're holding him?
- For the time being.

You got no right.
We done nothing to you.

We don't even care about the rest
of ya. All we want is Judge Haker.

Pa, they got Corey,

but we got him!

Yeah. That's right.

We have.

- What's going on out there?
- They turned their guns on him.

Let me take him out before
something happens. I know Pa.

Jed, no! He's got a gun!

All right. Wait a minute.

I can't let you
do it that way, Jed.

Then I'll have to do it
another way.

Would you keep this till I
get back? Yes, certainly.

Back from where? Where do
you think you're going? Now, look...

Let him go! He's the one
they want. It's only right.

Haker!

Mr. Dormer.

I believe you want to see me.

Who's he? It's him, Pa.

It's Judge Haker.
Hold it, Laddie!

He's the one, Pa.

Let's talk about this, Dormer.

Did you? Did you kill my boy?

- Yes.
- Then there's nothing to talk about.

Laddie. Get the rope from my
saddle horn. Now, wait a minute.

He came out of his own free will.
Why don't you hear what he has to say?

He killed Lutie!
What more is there?

- Laddie was there. He saw it!
- Saw what?

Saw you kill. Saw you ride out
of the dark and call Lutie's name.

Then you told him yours
and shot him off his horse.

- Why? Why'd I kill him?
- For no reason!

I was huntin' rustlers.
You know that.

Even Lutie knew it. My boy
never stole nothin' in his life!

After Judge Haker said his name,
what did he do? Did he draw?

He's a gunfighter. He's
fast. He didn't have to draw.

- Then your brother drew first?
- He was facing a killer.

Judge Haker gunned down near
a hundred men, and Lutie knew it!

He made Lutie draw. All Judge
Haker had to do was say his name.

I said two names... mine and
the boy that I was looking for.

Then you killed him,
just like you meant to.

- I meant to talk, not to kill.
- Talk? Judge Haker?

About some cattle
that was missing.

Only a few head, but the ranchers
got panicky and they sent for me.

But I knew that it wasn't rustlers,
not the kind they thought it was.

- Now what's he talking about?
- Mr. Grainger.

On the train I said that I knew the name
of every man that I'd killed except one.

Which one was that? The
last one... Luther Dormer.

If I didn't know his name,
how could I call it out?

You called it! I heard you!

There were two boys.

I called a name,
but it wasn't Luther.

It was Lad.

What's that? No, Pa. It was
Lutie. It was Lutie he wanted!

Lad Dormer. I said who I was
and then I called out that name.

And your brother drew on me,
protecting you.

Laddie? I never
meant to kill him.

All I wanted to do
was to talk, but he drew.

I was faster, so he died.

Laddie, you tell me straight.

I only done it for you, Pa.

That's the only reason
I took those steers.

Those were hard times.

You was sellin' off the herd.

I wanted to help
the only way I could.

What about Lutie?

He didn't have nothin'
to do with it, Pa.

I'd only told him that night.

That's why he thought
Judge Haker came to kill me.

That's why he drew on him.

That's why Lutie's dead.

But he done it, Pa.

He killed him,
and it was murder!

It was my name
that killed your son.

The sound of it
put a gun in his hand.

That's why I changed it.

I never killed again.

Hmm.

Why didn't you stop sooner?
Lutie'd be alive.

I thought about it.

There was a time when I
couldn't think of anything else.

We've got to see that
it never happens again,

that other Judge Hakers
don't spring up to take his place.

How?

By seeing that he's tried in a
court of law, not at the end of a rope,

by making the facts known.

Who's gonna testify?

The ranchers who paid him will, if the
cattlemen's association forces the issue.

Lutie shouldn't
have died that way.

Haker's right.

It was his reputation
that killed Lutie.

It was everything the
ranchers paid for and got.

But never again. Never.

You ain't gonna listen to
him, Pa! Shut up, Laddie!

Just shut up, Son.

Lotte?

If I stand trial
for killing the boy,

will that prove anything to you?

Corey! Come on out here, Son!

It's all right, Jim!
Let him come out.

Hey, you forgot something.

Here you are, friend.

You keep playing cards the way
you do, you're gonna need that.

Thanks, friend.

Medicine Bow!

Watch your step, please.

Be careful of the hatboxes.

Are you sure we have everything?
Oh, yeah. We got everything.

Patrick. Yes, sir.

Wait inside for the train
back to your folks.

Should be along in...
In an hour or so.

Well, good-bye, Lotte.

I just...

I wish things had
worked out different...

for both of us.

Hey, hey! Mr. Grainger! Wait up!

Listen, uh... I hear you got a great little
ol' spread there called Shiloh Ranch,

and, uh, if you're lookin' for a
first-rate horse fighter, I'm your man.

I thought you were headed
for Green River.

Well, no reason to go way out there when
I can just as leave work for you folks,

seeing how we're all
such good friends and all.

Good friends, huh?

If you aren't careful, Mr. Floyd,
you're gonna miss your train.

Does that mean
I don't get the job?

Have a nice trip.

Well, doggone it anyway!

What are you doing out there?

I'm waiting for a train. What
does it look like I'm doing?

You can't be serious about
going back to Cheyenne?

I've never been
more serious in my life.

But why? You can't possibly
put on the play.

I'll be on my way
to San Francisco.

Well, that's perfectly
all right, Evvy.

Your understudy will be
just fine in the part.

My understudy?

Charlie, wait a minute.

My trunk. You have to get
it out of the baggage car.

Are you sure you want
to do this, Evvy?

Because if you're not,
just forget it.

This is positively
my last production.

After one final performance in
Cheyenne, I'm gonna call it quits.

And after that, all I wanna do is
sit by the fire with my shoes off...

and doze over
a volume of Shakespeare.

Now, does that appeal
to you or not?

We'll talk about it
on the train... to Cheyenne.

My trunk. What about it?

It's on the train.

For Pete's sake, it is!
Hey, Conductor!

Conductor!

Mr. Grainger?

I just want to thank you
for what you did for me.

It's not quite over yet.

Jim will show you
where the sheriff's office is.

Bye. Bye.

Jed?

Jed, I'll wait for you in town!

If you go to jail, I'll wait
for you outside the door.

I'll wait forever if I have
to! Only don't leave me.

Please, don't leave me.

Lotte.

That'd be a fool thing for
me to do, now, wouldn't it?