All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E21 - A Kings Ransom

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We'd oughta get goin' if we're
gonna be where we oughta be.

Right, love. Let's go.

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Look, Annie. There they go.

Our dancing partners.

This time, they're on their way
to your livery stable...

to talk a deal
about that pair of geldings.

I hope Clay buys 'em.

Come on, Clay. I want
you to see these horses.

I can give you my oath
that this pair...

Well, I can safely say that in
30-some-odd years of trading horses,

I have never in my life
seen anything like this pair.

Why, it takes a man's
breath away just to look at 'em.

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Whew! That's some fiddler!

Oh, and this is some punch.

I think somebody seasoned it
after Nellie Bower finished with it.

Well, bless his heart,
whoever he was.

At least this time, they can't
blame Trampas. He's in Cheyenne.

I'm sure you ladies have
met Mrs. Maggie Connor.

Maggie.

Have you ever known me not to know anybody
that had been in town for two weeks?

Nope.

My, you look like
you're already dressed...

for one of them
big dos out East.

Her man's taking her
all the way across country.

Oh, I could brain that Ben. Best I can
wrangle outta him is a week in St. Louis.

How do you like your first
social in Medicine Bow?

Well, it's a lot more lively
than the ones back in Louisville.

♪♪ Shall we?

I don't see how you can
bear to part with them, Ben.

I can't. But I am
in the horse business.

Oh, uh, Mr. Connor.

Are you still interested in talking a
deal on my pair of matched geldings?

As a matter of fact, yes, I am.

Well, you can't have two
pair of matched geldings.

You must be talking about the same
pair I was planning to look at, Mr. Connor.

Well, don't think I'm trying
to crowd you, Mr. Grainger.

But Ben was saying you're
making up your mind today.

Well, if you're not interested,

I'm in the horse business
myself, as you know,

and I do have a buyer.

Well, then I guess I'd better
get to seeing these two animals.

I get the feeling that once you
have seen them, Mr. Grainger,

I won't stand
a fiddler's chance in Hades.

Well, there's the horse trading
business for you. Is that right, Ben?

That's truer than true,
Mr. Connor.

Now, if you'll excuse us, I'll
let you know what Clay decides.

This way to the stable, Clay.

Meantime, enjoy yourself,
Mr. Connor. I'll do my best.

I'm gonna go out for a second.
Meet me back here.

Ah! Your partner.

Yes. Uh, this is
my husband, Con.

This is the Shiloh foreman.

I hope you didn't mind
my dancing with your wife.

Oh, not at all.

I'm not much of a dancer myself.

I consider it
a personal favor...

that you saw that my Mag
got a spin or two.

Once more? If you don't object.

My thanks.

Just look at them muscles.

Well, pretty nice animals, Ben.

"Nice animals"?

Why, them are as perfect
as the marble angel...

the Rileys bought to
stand over their credenza.

You haven't mentioned price.

Uh, what kind of money we
talking about? Yeah, now, money.

You see my problem, Clay. How
does a fella set a price on perfect?

Well, I'm sure you can
if you try hard enough, Ben.

You're trying to tell me I'm
fattening up the price on these horses.

No, no, no. All I want
is what's fair.

Mmm. How much would that be?

All right, let's say
we make a deal at, uh,

500 apiece.

You get a fight out of me for
500 a pair, let alone 500 apiece.

Well, Mr. Connor.
Couldn't wait, I see.

I can't fault you for that.

Them's beautiful, rare
animals, ain't they?

They are at that.

Well, don't let me interfere
with your dealings, gentlemen.

It's all right.
We're just discussing price.

600 a pair.

400.

550, and that's rock bottom.

450, and that's my top.

Mr. Connor, you like to pay 550
for these beautiful horses?

I'm willing, but not able...
Not and make a profit, Ben.

450.

For that pair?
Why, them's perfect!

450.

- Any more than that, Mr. Connor?
- No. Too rich for my blood.

Done.

I envy you, Mr. Grainger, when
you take the first ride on one of those.

If I were you, I couldn't wait.

I'm afraid I can't either. I
think I'll ride one of 'em home...

and have the boys pick up the
papers and the other one in the morning.

You oughta be hung
for this deal, Clay.

You stole these
horses. Yeah, I know.

Would you tell Holly to come home
with the Virginian and the rest of 'em...

when they get enough party?

I'll have the coffee on.

Be my pleasure.

Be my pleasure to lend you a
saddle and a bridle too. No charge.

Yeah. Ah, you made
yourself a real buy, Clay.

- Have a good ride home, Mr. Grainger.
- All right. Thank you.

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We won't have a better chance
than this if we wait a thousand years.

Everything's going
like clockwork.

I'm still against it.

Because you've got
a tender, loving heart.

I wouldn't have you change
for the world.

You know where we meet.
In an hour.

Lots of other ways to get
money, Con... honest ways.

You could really go
into trading horses.

I'm not the merchant type. You
knew that when you married me.

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You didn't think
I could last, did you?

I was so busy trying to keep up with you, I
didn't have much time to think of anything!

Well, Holly, that man of
yours is some horse trader.

I know what you're going to say.

He couldn't wait
to try one of them out,

and so he has started home
and I am to come when I'm ready.

Holly, you've got the gift.

That's exactly what he said
for me to tell you.

You see?

I can't see a ruddy thing.

Have some patience, Henry.

Here, let us have a look, eh?

I don't know why we haven't done
nice, clean work like this before.

No muss, no fuss,
no flaming bother.

Right as rain, Henry.
Like having your own money tree.

You see anything else?

Nothin', mate.

Grainger will be standing on
Alf's toe before he sees him.

Who was it a minute ago saying he couldn't
see a ruddy thing is what I'd like to know.

Oh? And what do you see then?

I'll tell you what I see, mate.

I see you asking to
swallow these binoculars

and my fist along
with it is what I see.

My, my, isn't he
the fierce one though?

I'll show you who's fierce,
mate. No mistake!

I'll give you the toe
of my boot if you both

don't cork up and
watch the flippin' road!

Hey, there's someone comin'.

That's him.

Alf. Henry.

Hello!

Hello!

Smooth as silk.
Smooth as ruddy silk.

Get those two horses off the
road then, Henry. All right, love.

Right, Henry. Get up that
slope, get the other horses.

Why is it always,
"Henry, get up the

flippin' slope"? Alf
ain't got no busted leg.

You're the youngest.

You climb the flippin' slope.
You're no invalid, you know.

- You want me to go?
- Why not? You're not an invalid either.

- Get the bloomin' horses!
- You know what I love about you, Con?

You got about as much charm
as a man wearing cactus drawers.

"Get the ruddy horses, Henry.
Get the ruddy horses.

Get the ruddy horses."

Oh, that Henry is turning
into a ruddy complainer.

Of course neither you
or I are getting up that

blinking slope. You're
turning into his nanny.

I'll be a nanny... a nanny to
the both of you before I finish.

Ooh!

Like to trade places with him?

I was just thinking how
beautiful that must feel.

Silent as a churchyard, Con.

Henry, come and
give us a hand, will ya?

Well, thanks
a flippin' lot, mate!

Just how do I rate being the mule
in this enterprise, I'd like to know.

Aw, come on.
Get him on your back, will ya?

There we are. Whoops.

Up we go!

Who's stronger
than you then, Henry?

- Not many.
- So?

I get to tote,
and you get to watch.

You wouldn't have to watch
nothin' if we'd done him in.

What happens if his wife
wants to see him alive...

before she pays the ransom, eh?

Well, we tell her to go
take a running jump is all.

She tells us the same,
and we're out 10,000.

20,000. The price
has gone up. 20,000?

That's a king's
ransom. He's the richest

man around here for a
hundred miles or more.

20,000 is not too much to ask.

Well, I still vote we do him in right
now. Use your noggin for once, Alf!

Stop bickering!

Now, let me put it
this way, Alf.

No violence unless
it's strictly necessary.

And I'll say when that is.

You start acting up, I'll
tear your ruddy arm off...

and I'll beat you barmy with it.

All right, old fella? Oh, yes,
all right, Con. But listen, uh...

But nothing.

All right, all right.
I said all right.

He's gettin' a little uppity.

Come on, love.

There you are. Take
it steady now, Henry.

Ready? Yeah.

There you go.

Don't go in with him.

He don't bounce, Alf.

None of them bounce.
I seen one bounce.

Came out of a window of the Comstock
Hotel in San Francisco, six floors up.

Hit the canopy over the door
and bounced a good 10 feet.

And he picks himself up, dusts himself
off and walks away as nice as you please.

You can't be sure
of anything these days.

That's the gospel truth.
Bye-bye, love.

Clay?

You go see if your uncle
really did start that coffee.

And I'll go see where he is.

Ow.

Clay?

Did you see any sign
of your Uncle Clay? No.

Oh, I know. He's down in the
barn currying that new gelding.

That horse Mr. Grainger
bought isn't in the barn.

Must have turned it out
to pasture.

Yeah, must have.

You know, dancin' doesn't make no
sense at all, when you think about it.

I mean, you got a fella up there
stompin' his foot and fiddlin' a tune...

and then a whole bunch of people
just walkin' around the room...

hangin' on to each other.

I guess it depends on
who you're hanging on to.

Yeah.

Is Mr. Grainger in the barn?

No, ma'am.

That horse isn't there either.

Well, I wonder where
he could've got to.

Thanks.

I got those flamin' horses
so well hid nobody can find 'em.

No sign of Alf? Uh-uh.

He should be back by now,
long since.

Speak of the devil,
and up he pops.

Hello, Alf. Yeah.

She never showed up.

And I don't mind sayin' it was as hot as
blue blazes sitting out at them crossroads.

Maybe it's trouble, Con.
Not to my Maggie, no.

You left there
before you should have.

You wanted to get out of the
heat as if you'd melt or something.

She's probably still there waiting
for you, sweating in the sun!

You're here cool as ice.

You ain't suggestin' I go out
there and wait some more?

Well, I can't. Not till I finish
this ransom note, now can I?

Well, why doesn't Henry
go for once?

All right, let Henry go.
You cook us a bite to eat.

- I'd rather sweat than cook.
- All right then.

You get back there, wait at the
crossroads, see if she's there.

If she isn't, ride into Medicine
Bow and find out what's what.

Aunt Holly?

Well, honey, where do
you think you're going?

Going out to help
find Uncle Clay.

I can't just sit here waiting
and doing nothing.

Sitting and waiting
is something, my child.

But...

Among the things that a woman has to learn
to do that she will always hate doing...

is sitting and waiting.

- But I can help.
- What if you were the one who found him?

What if he was hurt? You're not
strong enough to lift him and carry him.

And if he's fine,

if he was just thrown
from his horse,

it wouldn't do a thing for his
pride to be found by a young lady.

Well, what do you think
happened to him? I don't know.

Nothing, I hope.

If he was thrown...

If he has torn the pants
to that new suit,

I might just cut them off at the
knee and make him wear them short.

Aunt Holly,

I'm sure he's all right.

Well, he had better be...

if he knows what's good for him.

See something?

No, it's, uh, just the tracks of a
wagon hauling too heavy a load.

Looks like we're gonna
lose our daylight soon too.

How do I know where she is? She wasn't
at the crossroads. She wasn't at the hotel.

She was in none of the
saloons. She was no place.

I'd better go find her.
All things considered,

I'd say you're a
little flippin' late.

I won't stand any guff
from you, Henry.

It's our necks if she was to
tell the law what we're up to.

We've got good reason to be
concerned, if you know what I mean.

You don't have to worry
about my Maggie.

Put this note in the bridle of Grainger's
horse. Set it loose at first light.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

See, it's just like
I told you, Alf.

A man a mite on in years marries a
woman much younger than himself.

He's asking
for trouble and strife.

I've got to admit it, Henry.

That's what
you flippin' well said.

Trouble and strife.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Hey, Henry,
come on here, will ya.

What's up then?

I didn't think you could get
loose till tomorrow at the soonest.

I need some water.

I'm telling you, Henry,

he's gonna be nothing but a
ruddy millstone around our necks.

Don't you know no other
bloomin' tunes, Alf?

We ain't doing him in. Do you
hear me? Him in the flamin' hole.

We ain't doing him in
just now. Right? Right.

You want me to put you down
the flippin' hole with him, Henry?

Not even on your best day, mate.

Hey, Grainger, uh, we'll think
about giving you some water,

but meantime,
answer me a question.

Do you think your wife would
give $20,000 to get you back?

I'll think about the ransom while
you're thinking about the water.

He's a cool one, ain't he?

He's not cool enough
to outfox me.

No water. No answer.

Say this for ya...

You don't scare easy.

Cemetery's full of men
who didn't scare easy.

Aye, that's the truth
there, Alf.

Take note of it, Mr. Grainger.

There shall no evil befall thee,

neither any plague.

Come nigh thy dwelling place,

for he shall give his angels
charge over thee,

and they shall keep thee...

in all thy ways.

Easy, boy.

Go. Go!

Train leavin'. All aboard!

All aboard!

Where the devil do
you think you're going?

I can take stealing, but
not... Shut up. Say nothing.

You're having a word with your
husband. You're mucking up the plan.

I'll scream. You may
get to open your mouth,

but I'll make sure you
make no sound out of it.

You know it.

Now, we'll discuss all that
in our room later,

as soon as
that ransom note arrives.

I don't want there to be any hitch
over that. It should be here any moment.

Talk yourself blue in the face.

I'll run first chance I get.

I'd be gone now
if there'd been a train.

What have you got against
a nice trip to Paris, France,

with a bucketful of money?

It's how you get the money.

Is it me being too old? You
want a young one. Is that it?

Doesn't matter what I say.
You don't listen.

I love you, Mag.

Well, then turn that
man loose and... Shut up.

Ah! Up early this morning!

Trying to locate Mr. Grainger.

Didn't happen to see him this
morning or last evening, did you?

No. How about you, Mag?

No. Not since the social.

Uh, that's one
of the horses that

Mr. Grainger bought.
He must have got loose.

Clay decide to back out
of our deal?

Something wrong?

Did you ever hear of
the San Francisco Hounds?

Yeah, I read about 'em
in the Gazette.

Bunch thrown out of Australia...
Killers and worse. Why?

Ben, find the sheriff.
Ask him to get out to Shiloh.

What is it?

Just find him. Fast!

- Do the Hounds have Mr. Grainger?
- Yes, they do.

I'll ride out to Shiloh Ranch with
you. Maybe I can do something to help.

Can you ride Mr. Grainger's
horse? Yes, I can.

Mag, don't leave me. Don't go. You
come along as soon as you can, Con.

Maggie! Mrs. Grainger, I...

Maggie, what is it?

What is it?

Mr. Grainger's been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

The men who have him put a note on
his horse's bridle and turned him loose.

The horse came back
to the livery stable.

What did the note say?

Would you read it, please?

"We have got Mr. Grainger."

"He is alive and in good health."

"We will release him to you
in return for $20,000."

"If you want him,
that is the price."

"Do not search for him or us."

"If you do, we will burn down
Medicine Bow flat to the ground."

"We will not dicker.
20,000 is the price."

"Put the money in a sack and
put the sack in a red buckboard."

"Send one driver, alone, out the
road south from Medicine Bow."

"Tell him to keep driving
until we contact him."

"We will start out
at sunup tomorrow."

"If you do not do what we say, then
you will never see Mr. Grainger again."

"Don't try to sneak a posse in
with the ransom. We'll be watching."

"Signed, the last
of the San Francisco Hounds."

They mean it, Mrs. Grainger.

They mean it.

Well, that oughta be red enough.

Yeah. They'll be able
to see it for miles.

That's the one thing
about trouble.

It brings out the best in
people. Take that Mrs. Connor.

She's been in town a week, less.
Where is she now that trouble hits?

She's right here doing what
she can to help Mrs. Grainger.

I wish I knew that's
what she was doing here.

Ben didn't know what it was all about, but
he told me to get out here fast as I could.

Mrs. Grainger's waiting up
at the house for you, Mark.

I'll get it.

Thick and black,
Mrs. Grainger. It'll help.

Thank you, Maggie. Don't
thank me, Mrs. Grainger.

Virginian told me what happened.

Every man in town will be out looking
for that bunch as soon as they hear.

You can't do that.

'Cause they threatened
to burn Medicine Bow?

Some folks might be afraid,
but not most.

That town knows how much
they owe you and Clay.

They'll join the hunt.

Then the Hounds
will burn the town.

Oh, I don't think they're half
as bad as the papers say.

They're worse, and they will burn
your town if you search for them.

How do you know that, Maggie?

How do you know
that they're worse?

How do you know that
they'll burn Medicine Bow?

I was in San Francisco.
I saw them.

I saw buildings burned
that they put their torches to,

people they hurt.

They don't care. All they care
about is staying alive themselves.

If anybody gets close to them,
they'll kill Mr. Grainger...

so that he can't point them out.

Believe me.

Mark, please.

No search.

I'll go to the bank and get
the ransom money somehow.

Mrs. Grainger, if they are
as bad as she says,

there's no guarantee they'll let

Mr. Grainger go once
you give them the money.

Even so... No posse.

All right, Holly.
I won't start a search.

Thank you.

Take a look at the kitchen
fire, will you, honey?

Maggie?

There's more to it, isn't there?

More you could say...

and won't.

Mrs. Grainger,

I can't.

Will you answer
just one question for me?

Is my Clay all right?

Do you know if he's all right?

I don't know.

I really don't.

My husband is one of the Hounds.

He'll do what he said
in that note.

He will. I know it.

What are you doing here, Maggie?

You're not spying for him.

Why did you come here?

I'm running... from him.

I don't know where
they have Mr. Grainger.

I'm going to go into town.

I'm going to get dressed now.

You stay here, Maggie.

Aunt Holly?

We'll be at the bank. Yes.

Uh, Mrs. Grainger,
it has to be your decision,

and I agree with you that there's
too much danger in a mass search.

But there are a dozen likely places where
the Hounds might be holding Mr. Grainger,

and I think
we oughta have a look.

A man driving
a few head of cattle...

could take a look at those
places without attracting attention,

just keep his eyes open
and ride on.

Well, you know
what the situation is,

and you know what I think.

I'll trust your judgment.
Won't be any risks taken.

Just a man moving a few cows.

We'll be at the bank at 3:00
and ride shotgun back to Shiloh.

Good.

The Hounds might decide that
it would be easier robbing me...

than waiting for the money
to be delivered tomorrow.

We'll be there.

You!

You up there. I need some water.

Sure. Next Sunday mornin',
if you mind your manners.

What point is there
in letting me go thirsty?

Well, the water you don't get is that
much more for us, if you see what I mean.

Man could well perish
of thirst, Alf!

I ruddy well hope so.

Oh.

You hurt yourself, chum?

Hey, what's up, Alf?

He got a bad leg.
That's why he didn't bounce.

Well, what's up with you?

You know what, Alf?

You mince. I what?

Mince.

When you walks, you mince.

What do you mean mince?

Well, look, the way that
you walk, it... Like this.

You...

You mince.

I don't never walk like that.

You ever seen yourself
walk, mate?

How in the bloody blazes can I
watch myself walk? I ain't two people.

Then believe me, Alf.

When you walks, you mince.

And it's not very becomin'.

Well, as it happens,
these boots are a bit tight.

Then if it were me,
I'd sit rather than not.

Right? Till I got
a new ruddy pair.

Mincin' Alf!

I'm warnin' you, Henry.

You say that once
more... one ruddy "mince"

out of you... and I'll
split you fair in two.

Hey, come on, Alf.

Walk a few steps for me.
Come on.

You give me my part
of that 20-flippin'-thousand,

and I'll walk for you, all right,
mate... right out of this partnership.

Man's got a right to expect
some consideration.

All I wanted you to do
was take a few steps, Alf.

The fact is, you, uh... you
don't walk so perfect yourself.

The shack behind
Tooie's spread...

on the river west
of Wallace's Ford.

And that grove near China
Crossing... the old stage station there.

There won't be enough time to
take anything west of China Crossing,

not with just the two of us.

I know, but we double the chance
of mistakes if we add another man.

Don't forget the Peterson farm.

That's a lonely-enough place.

I'll met you at the
bank at 3:00. All right.

I...

You up there!

I need some water. You...

I think we could give him
a dram of water, Alfie.

What for? Shut him up mostly.

Ah, as long as we can hear him
hollerin', we'll know where he is.

That's true, Alf. Aye.

Besides, I've seen his face.
He won't choke.

He wouldn't give us
the flippin' satisfaction.

When his time comes,
he'll be a real chore, that lot.

Aye, lads. Here's your
old Con back again.

Where's Mag?

At the Shiloh ranch.

What's she doing there then?

She's keeping an eye on things,
seeing that nothing goes wrong.

Well, what for?
What can go wrong?

Not a thing now that
my Mag's on the inside.

Got a great idea.

You two lads, you
stretch your legs a bit.

I'll keep my eye on that
pot of gold in the hole here.

Don't mind if I do.
I got a better idea.

Bring that ladder.

We'll haul Mr. Grainger up here.
Give me somebody to talk to.

You think that's smart, Con? I'm
gonna ask him how much money he's got.

Then we can
raise the ransom a mite.

Is that smart then, Alf? Oh,
smart as a fresh coat of paint.

Watch your back, Alf.
Come on. Here, give me that.

In you come then.

All right, swing it out.

There we are.

Easy down there.

Take it easy there,
Mr. Grainger.

One foot at a time.
Up you come then.

Oops! Oh! Did you
hurt yourself then, love?

- Oh!
- He's all right.

Up you come then.

That's right.
Come on. Another one.

That's right. Give us your arms.

Give him a hand then, boys.
Give us your arm then. Come on.

Come on. Give us the other one.

Bit of sympathy. That's right.

That's right. Take 'er easy now.

Easy does it. Up another bit.

Whoops. There
you go. Hang on now.

Easy! Take it easy
now. There you go.

There. All right then, you
two fellas. You run along.

Mr. Grainger and I
will get along just fine.

Ah.

Well, how's that for
a little change then, eh?

Anything's better
than the bottom of that hole.

You have a bite to eat
this morning?

We're not savages. We're just
folks trying to earn a decent...

Well, just trying
to earn a living.

You've got a bad leg.

I'd offer you some whiskey,
but I'm fresh out.

A little water would do.

Well, no trouble there.

Now, Grainger, I'm going
to ask you a question.

I want a straight answer.

Anything else, and, uh... Well,
don't let there be anything else.

What is it?

We've got you right enough,

but your folks have got my Mag.

My men at Shiloh
took your wife as hostage?

Yes and no.

Nobody took her.

We had a small argument,
and she just went.

To get away from you?
That's not what matters.

I want to know what the odds are
they'll do her in.

They won't hurt your wife.

I hope that's a comfort to you.

I wish somebody could do
as much for my wife.

You want to write her a note?

It would ease her mind.

Well.

There we are then.

Go ahead. You write. You say,
uh, you're in very good health.

You're going to be
returned safely.

You got that?

Now add this.

I want my Mag on that wagon when
they bring the ransom money.

If she's not on it,
you're as dead as Kelsey's goat.

Does she want
to come back to you?

She doesn't know what she wants.

But either way,
that's no concern of yours.

- I can't write that.
- I can, and I will.

Now, if you want your missus to
know that you are still alive,

you write what I tell you.

If I write that,
it'll mean I want it done.

I'm not going to
put my name to anything...

that means somebody's got to be turned
over to you who doesn't want to be here.

You're willing to die so that
my Mag can get away from me?

Any man who wants to die
is sick in the head or a fool.

Any man who wants to live hating
himself is even more of a fool.

The deal's the same,
whoever writes it.

As sure as I won't write that,
my wife and friends at Shiloh...

won't turn your wife back to you
unless she wants to come.

Says you, mate.

They'll hand her back so fast it'll
make your head swim. No, they won't.

They'd ruddy well better.

Hyah! Move along!

Come on, cow!

Hyah! Get a move on there!

Hyah!

Hold it.

Climb down.

Now don't get any ideas.

Anything happens to me, the same and
worse will happen to your Mr. Grainger.

Is that clear to you? All right.

I've got a note here.

I want you to deliver
that to Mrs. Grainger.

It means just what it says.
You tell her that.

It means just exactly
what it says.

I can't make any deals with you.
I wouldn't if I could.

But I can tell you this...

And I mean exactly what I say...

If anything happens
to Mr. Grainger,

I'll hunt you down
if it takes the rest of my life.

I'll be dead and long
buried by the time your

string runs out, so don't
make any promises.

You just deliver that note,
and everything will be fine.

I'll get my cash, and you'll
get your Mr. Grainger back.

Mount up.

Tell my wife I miss her.

Ain't a man in town
who wouldn't saddle up

and go out huntin'
them snakes in the grass.

Yeah, well, Mrs.
Grainger knows that, Ben.

Seen her going to the bank
not 10 minutes ago.

Fact is, I didn't know
what to say to her.

Another thing... she didn't look a bit
different than she does any other day.

Gotta hand it to her.

Both of 'em cut out
of the same cloth.

Yeah.

Can you have your boy cool out
my horse, Ben, give him a little water?

Surely can. Thanks.

Come on, boy.

Well, I didn't turn up a thing.

Well, I did.
Connor's one of 'em.

- How do you know?
- He told me.

You saw him? Yep.

He's made another condition.

He wants his wife
returned with the ransom.

And I got a feeling
she doesn't want to go.

She-She's out at Shiloh.

Think I'd better talk to her before I
show Mrs. Grainger this second note.

Well, there's your cash.

I can't tell you
what to do with it.

Everything taken care of?

I've been trying
to explain to her...

what giving in to kidnappers
could really mean,

how damaging it could be
to the town.

Not half as bad as holding
back could be for Mr. Grainger.

I understand that, but... but
if the situation were reversed,

if Clay were sitting there where
you are and you were in his place...

I believe he would be doing
exactly what I'm doing.

I understand why you're
saying what you're saying.

It's right, and it's good sense.

But being right and making good sense is
not what's going to get my husband back.

This money is the only thing
that can do that.

Doesn't it strike you as curious that
there was no search party sent out?

No posse? Mrs. Grainger's
decision, I suppose.

Why do you suppose
she made that decision?

'Cause them Hounds
said they'd burn down

Medicine Bow flat to
the ground if there was.

So she wouldn't let the
sheriff mount that posse.

So now, if she doesn't
pay that ransom,

just where is that gonna
leave Mr. Grainger?

How much chance
would he have then?

I'll tell you how much chance he'd
have. Two chances... slim and none at all.

Have you got any more suggestions
as to what Mrs. Grainger oughta do?

I didn't know.

See she's all right.
Oh, yeah, we will.

Mrs. Connor, I don't have
much time to tell you this.

I saw your husband today. I
know he's one of the kidnappers.

He gave me a note
for Mrs. Grainger.

He wants me turned over to him,
doesn't he? With the ransom money.

Or he'll kill Mr. Grainger.

Sounds like you read
the note. I don't have to.

It's what he'd do.

I don't really know what part you've
got in all this, but I've got to know.

You'd better clear the air for me, because
it's my friend that could be killed.

I don't want
Mr. Grainger dead either.

I'll go back.

Mrs. Grainger
won't want you to go.

Doesn't take a mind reader to
see you don't want to go back to him.

She'll let me go.

Jim went to the barn
looking for you.

I can see you... you know
who Maggie's husband is.

He's alive.
Clay wrote this first part.

- He wants you back, Maggie.
- And I'll go.

Mrs. Grainger,
I won't lie to you.

I won't say I want
to go back to Con.

I never learned how
to make noble gestures.

But this is my choice to make,

and it's made.

All right now, lads, time to
bid our happy home good-bye...

after gathering our fortune.

St. Louis, New York,
Paris, France.

I'd like to spend a few
days back in Sydney.

Wouldn't we all? But
we'd get hanged, or worse.

Particularly poor old Alf. I didn't say
I was going to. I just said I'd like to.

I know what you mean. Are we gonna
leave our ruddy mate down that hole?

Of course we are. Come on,
Henry. Help get the ladder up.

Hey, hey. Hey, we ain't gonna
just leave him there, are we?

How long would you last
down there without water?

Well, not ruddy long.
Well, there you are.

Pure and simple. All
right, let's go. Let's go.

Let's go then.

How are you going to handle it?

You've got plans to make, and
you can't make them with me here.

Excuse me. Maggie,
you don't have to leave.

Excuse me.

Jim will drive the wagon. I'll trail
along behind about a mile back.

It being red will work for us as well as
for them. It'll be easy to keep track of.

But they said if anybody tried
to follow, they'd... Elizabeth.

If there's a man alive who can trail
that buckboard and not be seen, it's you.

I know how tired
you both are, but...

do you think you could get
a little sleep before you leave?

Not and start out the
south road at sunup.

Besides, this isn't a
sleeping kind of night anyhow.

I agree. And what about Maggie?

Well, she can ride with Jim in
the wagon or use a saddle horse.

It's up to her.

Well, uh, if you're hungry,
Elizabeth made a wonderful soup.

I could use some. We both could.

You'll get to the south road in
plenty of time to see the sun come up.

Yeah. I wish you well, Maggie.

Let's go.

Won't be long now.

Henry, nip up that tree.

Have a look. See what
you can see up the road.

Here, now that really
tears it up.

It was, "Climb the flamin' hill, Henry.
Fetch the flipping water, Henry!"

Now its "Climb the ruddy tree,
Henry." Not me again. Not this time.

Alf does it, or nobody does it.

- You on that picket again?
- Not again. Yet.

I think you've got
a point there, Henry.

I ain't climbin'
that flippin' tree, Connor.

Now, right's right, Alf.

You know, I think
this is a ruddy conspiracy...

to see how long it takes me
to bust my flamin' neck.

You nip up there now, Alf.
Go on.

You got the sharpest eyes
anyway.

Go on. Have a look.

Whoa.

This is where I leave you.
Good luck.

- You too, Mrs. Connor.
- Thank you.

Hyah.

Ain't no one coming yet.

Keep a weather eye out.

Our fortune will be
coming along very soon.

You mean I'm to stay
up this flamin' tree?

It's better than climbing up and
down every two minutes, isn't it?

No sign of dust, Alf?
Nothing neither?

If I'd have seen some flamin'
dust, I'd have said I'd seen some fl...

Wait a minute.
I can see something.

- It looks like...
- Some flaming dust, right?

Right.

Oh, it must be
three miles off though.

Can't see if Mag's there.

She'll be there.

What's happening?

It's the flamin' red wagon,
all right.

And Mag's riding alongside it.

That was a gem of an idea, Con,
getting them to use the red wagon.

Yeah. I had a red wagon
when I was a kid.

Me dad pinched it, sold it for a bucket
of beer. Oh, that was a shame, Con.

Well, he gave me half the beer.

Much more than a lot of
other fellas would have done.

You can say that twice more.

Do you know that was
the first beer I ever had?

Whenever I down one now,
I always think of that.

Get down nearer the road, Henry.

When he drops, grab the horses.

And grab Mag too.

How close now?

Quarter mile. Anybody following?

You've gotta be sure.

Can't see anybody.

All right then. Get on down,
go give Henry a hand.

Right.

Beautiful shot, as usual, Con.

Left leg and right above the flippin'
knee. Quiet now. Come on, boy.

Thanks, Alf. There we are.

Welcome home, love.

You know I didn't tell them
anything, Con. Well, I know that.

But I had to have you back.
I love you, Mag.

I just can't run anymore, Con.

A woman goes
where her man goes, Mag.

If I run, you'll have to.

Look there. There was someone
following that ransom wagon.

It's an easy shot, Con.

No, we'll be away from here before
he knew where we went or which way.

Try these, Alf, and maybe
you won't mince when you walk.

Thanks for nothin'.
They look too small.

It hurts, but it won't kill me.

One of 'em grabbed the
money and took my boots...

and took off up the hill.

You all right? Yeah.

They didn't leave word
to where Mr. Grainger is.

Maggie! Don't go!

Maggie! We're gonna
stop running!

Come on, Con! Come on!

I don't care what anyone says.
That one, we're gonna do in.

Yeah, you're right.

There's no choice.

You and, uh, Mag have
a family row then, Con?

He should be here by now.

I don't like it.

Henry. Get around the bend
there, see if you can spy him.

Don't move.

Don't move a muscle.
I mean a muscle.

Now, all right. Drop
your guns right here.

The pistols too.
And do it careful.

Come on. Get up. Move over here.

Come on! Move!

Now, all right. You, take this.

Tie his hands
behind his back... tight!

Now, I've just got
one question to ask you.

And one way or the other,
I'll get the answer.

Make it easy on yourselves.

Where is Mr. Grainger? Oh,
that's a very convenient situation.

You want him,
we want to get free.

I think that we could be
persuaded to swap one for the other.

How does that strike you?

And we can let you have
half the ransom money.

If I may say so,
that's a very sweet offer.

- Where is he?
- You makin' a deal or not, chum?

Where is he?

All right. I'll improve on that.

Seventy-five percent of the ransom for
you, 25 for us, and you set us free, huh?

- Where have you got him?
- We're not admitting that we have got him.

Unless you make our deal
and set us free,

we may feel that we've never
even heard of your Mr. Grainger.

Now, with all due respect, put
that in your pipe and smoke it.

I want to know
where Mr. Grainger is.

And if I have to kill you one
at a time to find out, I'll do it.

That man is easily
worth three of you,

and then some.

Here! Where you takin' our mate?

Go on.

Don't let him worry you, Henry.
He's running a bluff.

Poor Alf. He may be... He may
be roughed up a little, you know?

What do you call that...
A door slammin'?

That flamer's gone
and shot our Alf!

- It's all right!
- He's bluffing.

He's just trying to get us to tell
him where... where Grainger is.

Hey, did you kill Alf,
or were you just bluffin'?

If he was bluffing, he wouldn't
be telling us, would he?

If you were in my place,
what would you do?

I'd shoot anybody to find out!
And so would you, Con!

- Look, I'll tell you where Grainger is!
- All right! We'll tell you!

You didn't have to shoot
poor old Alf.

He's up in the gully,
that Vinegar Strip.

He's in an old
mine tunnel. Alive?

We're not the sort of class
of person to hurt anybody.

Now, that shot there that
got that fellow with the ransom,

that was a warning shot.

And we're not very good shots,
especially poor old Alf.

He's the worst shot of all.
And he shot him.

May he rest in peace.

I told you he was bluffing!

Con, I'll never doubt
your word again.

Oh. Oh, it took you
long enough to find me.

Dance took a mite longer
than we expected.

Tie this around you.
I'll haul you up.

You all right?

Outside of a bad ankle...

and a big thirst...

Pretty near breaking my neck
trying to climb out of here,

I'd say I was fair to middlin'.

Clay!

Oh, you're back! Whoa.

Clay! Oh, you're not hurt!

They didn't shoot you. No,
I just got thrown in a hole.

They shot Jim though.
Oh, no, now, I'm all right.

Well, you are hurt! Nah, I
just sprained my ankle a little.

Oh!

Now, you... you might invite Mrs.
Connor to step down from her horse.

I don't think she knows
whether she's welcome or not.

Oh, Maggie, get down
off that horse!

She's welcome, and I'm sure she
knows she's welcome here at any time.

She can stay
as long as she wants.

Why would you do that for
me? You don't even know me.

Well, I know what you were willing
to do to see that I got back safely.

Not much more you can know
about anybody, is there?

Clay, look at this suit.
You come on in the house.

Yeah. And you too, Maggie.

You must be starved.

Hey, you know what I forgot?

I forgot to send anybody out
to bring in those three Hounds.

Oh, well, now,
that's just a crying shame.

Why, I'll bet their throats
are bone-dry by now.

Yeah.

You better hurry into town
and get the sheriff out after 'em.

Yeah, I'll do that as soon as I,
uh, send the doctor out for you...

and get the money
back in the bank...

and anything else
I can think up.

Ceece, care to drive me
down to the bunkhouse?