All language subtitles for The Virginian - 2x18 - The Thirty Days of Gavin Heath

[ theme song ]

Whoa.

Darn fool driver--
like to run us down.

Two coaches?

Either somebody important

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

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

and that was when
I was still wearing pigtails.

That must have been
a long time ago.

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

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

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

Yeah.
Well, we better get goin'.

Trampas, wait.

For what?

[ dog whimpering ]

Betsy, wait. Betsy.

Trampas, it's a dog.

Betsy, don't go any closer.

But he's hurt.

[ growls ]

[ barks ]

[ continues barking ]

Betsy, get out of the way.

[ gunshot ]

[ barks ]

This is the wrong time
of the year

to be walkin' up
to strange dogs, Betsy.

He may be sick or poisoned.

Sure.

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

Best you remember that.

I'll remember it.

Thanks.

Trampas?

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

When we get back from town,

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

Thank you.

Take my personal luggage inside
and then wait here.

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

Hello, Sally.

Gavin Heath.

You haven't changed.

May I sit down?

Oh, please.

How long has it been?
Two years?

Three. Three years.

Danny, two whiskies.

Yes, sir.

Ah, last time
you told me

that I'd be going
on a long journey.

Yes, I did.

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

All right.

Why'd you run away?

Oh, let's just say I left.

Now I've come back.

You were a good friend
when I needed one.

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

GAVIN: Mm. Ten of spades.

That's a mistake.

Uh, fifty cents.

Don't you trust me?

You ain't been away
that long.

[ chuckles ]

Another mistake?

No, not this time.

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

All in a lump.

The bad luck
is starting right now.

Ah, Mr. Gentry.

This is your
unpaid hotel bill
for $37.

Now what are you
going to do about it?

Pay it, of course.

I've held that bill
for three years.

There's a law
against swindling
hotel owners.

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

There you are, Mr. Gentry.

And keep the change
for your inconvenience.

You see? I've stopped running.

Where did you
get all that money?

Now don't you worry about that.

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

[ laughs ]

I wonder if Veuve Cliquot
travels well on a stagecoach.

Should we find out?

Yes.

[ pops ]

[ all cheer ]

MM.

What's your opinion, sir?

Come on, taste it.

[ clears throat ]

Why, Mayor!

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

It was delayed somehow,
and you know,

I haven't had
a chance to get word

to the councilman
or the volunteer
fire department.

Ah, I want them all
at the party.

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

That's right, Mr. Mayor.

Invite all the good folk
of Medicine Bow.

You're all invited.

[ all clamoring ]

Now, Sally, come around here.

I've got something special
for you.

His telegram
wasn't delayed at all.

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

He struck it rich in Colorado.

Worth half a million dollars!

[ laughs ]

There.

Oh, Gavin!

Go on, open it.

I love surprises.

Thank you.

[ gasps ]

My favorite color.

Whoa.

BETSY: What do you
suppose is goin' on?

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

May I try it on?

You have such good taste.

Trampas, it's Gavin!
Gavin Heath!

Trampas, wait. Please.

Gavin!

Gavin!

Betsy! Oh!

Betsy Garth.

What's happened to you?

BOTH: You've grown up!

[ both laugh ]

Trampas.
It's been a long time.

I'll get the mail, Betsy.

What do you suppose
got into him?

I suppose
you're too grown up

for me to give you
a great big kiss

right here
in the middle of the street.

Says who?

Ha!

[ laughs ]

And how's
that father of yours?

He's gonna be furious at you

for not telling him
you were coming!

I wanted it to be a surprise.

Surprise?
It's more like a celebration.

It is--
a homecoming celebration.

Uh, no.

I suppose not yet.

[ laughs ]

Sarsaparilla!

All right, fellas,
you can unload it all.

Mr. Gentry
will tell you where to put it.

Good morning, sir.Good morning.

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

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

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

[ whispering ]
Nice chap?

A very nice chap.

Good,
then he's invited.

To what, sir?

To my party on Saturday night.

An endorsement
from Betsy Garth

is better
than money in the bank,

as far as I'm concerned.

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

you might come up with
a nice, cool sarsaparilla

for a very special
lady friend?

Oh, I expect we might, sir.

Good.

You sound like
a fellow countryman, sir.

You are British,
aren't you?

Formally.

Mr. Heath
used to run a ranch

this side of Shiloh
on Clear Creek.

Daddy helped
to start him out.

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

Very sad tale.

[ door bell rings ]

Time to getting back,
Betsy.

Well, it was nice seeing you.

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

I'd like that very much.

Good, we'll fix up
the guest room,

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

I'm studying Shakespeare now.

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

Contest?For the Fourth of July.

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

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

Then you shall have it.

You won't disappoint us?

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Trampas.

Later,
when you have the time,

I'd like very much
to talk to you.

[ door closes ]

What were you
bein' so rude to him for?

He used to be one
of your best friends,

and now you treat him
as though you hate him.

I don't hate him, Betsy,

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

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

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

Let's go.

You handle yourself
like a military man.

Army?

Formerly.

Formerly British.
Formerly Army.

India?

Would you care
for a glass of champagne?

Crimea then.

I was there in '55,
you know.

Crimea--
hell of a place, that.

One big cesspool
of corruption

from Balaclava
to Sebastepol.

Retired a Sergeant.

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

Coincidence that.

You must have noticed
that valley out there.

It's the spittin' image
of Balaclava itself.

Balaclava.
Enter the Light Brigade.

Charge for the guns,
he said.

Into the Valley of Death
rode the 600.

700.

Well, Lord Tennyson said--

Lord Tennyson wasn't there.

700.

And 14, to be precise.

Oh, all right, sir.
Whatever you say.

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

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

I'm sorry, but I must go.

Ah, well.
Balaclava.

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

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

God bless her.

God bless her, indeed.

But if you
must drink to someone,

why not to the 700?

[ door bell rings ]

MAN: Gavin!

[ bagpipes playing ]

MAN: Fire!

MAN: Charge!

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people screaming ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ pig squealing ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people shouting ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ pig squealing ]

[ sound of bomb exploding ]

[ people shouting ]

[ bagpipes playing ]

[ dog growls ]

[ growling continues ]

[ growling stops ]

Daddy, I found it.

Eureka.

"Cowards die many times
before their deaths.

"The valiant
never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders..."

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

You know it?

Hmm? Well.

I opened a book
of Shakespeare once--

by mistake, of course.

What's this all about?
The elocution contest?

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

Gavin quoted it to me once
from memory. Listen.

"Of all the wonders
that I yet have heard,

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

"seeing that death,
a necessary end,

will come when it will come."

Gavin said it
was worth remembering.

He was right.

[ whistles ]

Twenty-eight cases
of champagne, I heard.

Twenty-eight cases, huh?

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

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

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

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

Fizz water, huh?

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

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

Well, fizz water
or champagne or whatever--

it's free.

I understand
we're all invited.

Now that's Saturday night.

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

Two things we gotta remember--

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

shootin' into the underbrush
after it.

Sounds sensible.

The second thing
is nobody dismounts.

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

Gavin, what happened?

Nothing,
just a little accident.

Daddy!

Gavin,
it's good to see you.

What's all this?

Oh, I just ran
into a spot of trouble.

Betsy, there's some coffee
on the stove.

Come in here.

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

How did this happen?

I was bitten.

I was riding up Clear Creek.

This dog came out of nowhere.

Henry, is there
any rabies around?

What happened to the dog?

It's dead.

Betsy, tell the boys
to call of their hunt.

Gavin just killed a wild dog.

Probably the same one
you saw this morning.

Of course.
And have someone
hitch up the buggy.

You haven't answered
my question.

Is there any hydrophobia
in the area?

Well, let's get this wound
cleaned up.

Then we'll ride out
to Clear Creek,

pick up the body of the dog...

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

Which means to say
there is.

Mark.

Oh, hello, Judge.
Gavin.

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

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

You expecting company?

A whole passel of it.

As far back
as I can recall,

I don't think we've ever had

eight prisoners in this jail
all at one time.

What's the occasion?

Federal Marshal's bringing in
some renegade Indians.

Seems they got their hands
in some liquor

and burned out
four or five ranches.

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

I see.

[ man groaning ]

I wouldn't go back there.

Doc's with Sam Hardesty.

Bit by a mad dog last month,
you know.

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

What's he doing here?

It was his own idea.

[ groaning continues ]

Gav, wait.

[ groaning ]

He wanted us
to put him away.

Said he tried
to kill someone.

[ groaning continues ]

[ screaming ]

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

The only way to be sure
is to send the body

to the medical laboratory
in St. Louis.

Well, what good
will that do?

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

Doesn't have to be rabies.

What else could it be?

Infection,
reaction from poison.

Strychnine,
for instance.

Infection. Strychnine.

Why can't you say
what you think?

You said the dog
was salivating.

Well, that doesn't
usually happen

until the lower jaw
gets paralyzed,

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

Well, this dog did.

Well, there are exceptions,

but there's no use
jumping to conclusions.

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

How will I know?

Well...

a tingling
around the wound,

itching, changing of moods,

intense thirst.

Doc, is there a cure?

No...

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

There's nothing
for certain yet,

but they're trying.

Doc, I'd be grateful
for the truth.

Surely you can make
an intelligent guess.

Do you think it is rabies?

It's probable,
but not certain.

How...
how long does it take?

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

A month to the day.

Thirty days hath Gavin Heath.

No, Gavin.

Henry, it's coming.

You know it,
the dog knows it,

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

[ door closes ]

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

keep an eye on him.

I will.

[ knock at door ]

[ knock at door ]

We expected you
for breakfast.

Betsy was disappointed.

What do you say
we saddle up?

Show you around the place.

Been some changes
since you were here last.

A lot of improvements.

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

You're not alone.

Aren't I, Henry?

I'll help you
in any way I can.

You could do me
one small favor.

Turn back the clock.

Can't do that, can we, Henry?

No, we can't.

And your staring up
at the ceiling of this room

can't turn back
the clock either,

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

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

even if you live to be 100.

[ door closes ]

Henry, how do you
stand this place?

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

Well, I was afraid
someone had.

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

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

It's gonna be quite a party.

Party?

Well,
my homecoming celebration.

Don't tell me you've forgotten.

You mean,
you are going through with it?

Don't be such
a stuffed shirt, Henry.

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

Tell the boys
they're all invited.

Trampas, too.

Especially Trampas.

All right.

It's gonna be a great party,

and it's going on
for a long time.

Maybe even
for the rest of my life.

♪♪

Wonderful party,
Mr. Heath.Thank you.

Your very good health,
Mr. Heath.

And to you, both of ya.

Ah, my very own guests of honor.

May I say you look lovely,
Miss Garth?

Thank you.

And you, Henry--
most distinguished.

Well, come along
and help yourselves

to what you want--
food or drink.

Uh, you are limited
to sarsaparilla.

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

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

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

With the notable exception
of Trampas.

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

Perhaps
they'll be here later.

Oh, yes, of course, Henry.

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

Help yourself
to some champagne.

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

Creates a bad precedent,
you know.

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

Ah, we're jealous.
Imagine that.

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

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

Come, drink up. Be merry.

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

That you can buy friends?

And why not, Sally, my love?

Look at them.

A room full of happy people--

each one of them
a personal friend
of Gavin Heath.

That's the way life
should be lived--

one big party.

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

No, maybe not,

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

I see Mr. Heath
has recovered his spirits.

I wonder, Doctor.

He spent the entire morning
in a darkened room,

as despondent a man
as I've ever seen,

holding the whole world at bay
outside those four walls.

Tonight, he's invited
the world in.

A man hides in darkness
and grasps at straws.

A tormented man, yes.

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

How's Hardesty?

Can't last much longer.

Poor devil.

Amen to that, Judge.

To Hardesty...
and Gavin Heath.

[ laughs ]

[ both laugh ]

Come on, gentlemen,
drink up.

Well, good evening,
Judge.

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

I shall limit
my skirmishes

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

Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen!

May I have your attention,
please?

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

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

a valiant soldier of the Queen,

to my countryman Gavin Heath!

[ applause ]

But that's not all,
ladies and gentlemen.

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

He is a veteran, yes,

and a survivor
of that gallant army

whose blood stained
with crimson honor

the soul of the Crimea.

The Crimea.

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

All in the Valley of Death
rode the 600.

Forward the Light Brigade.

Charge for the guns, he said.

Into the Valley of Death
rode the 600.

Not though the soldier
knew someone had blundered.

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

Theirs but to do and die.

Into the Valley of Death
rode the 600.

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

Cannon in front of them--

Shut up.

Shut up!

[ woman screams ]

Get out! All of you!

Get out!

Do you hear what I say?

The party's over!

Get out!

Gavin.

You, too, Henry. Get out.

Please!

[ church bell ringing ]

[ pops ]

[ church bell ringing ]

Are you the--
are you the minister?

Yes.

I'm Gavin Heath.

I guess I should have
come to see you sooner.

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

Services won't be--No, please.

I need the air.

Reverend, I'm going to die.

I mean, soon.

Same way
that Sam Hardesty is dying.

You mean
you've been bitten by--

By a mad beast, yes.

Surely there's something
the doctor can do.

Nothing. Do you understand?
Nothing.

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

Reverend, I--I need help.

I want to be shown
how to face death,

how to find peace.

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

But you're a minister.

Answers are supposed to be
your stock in trade.

Such answers are kept
within our own heart,

but we have been given ways
to seek them out.

You must pray for guidance,
for understanding.

I'll pray with you.

Pray.

My God,
don't you understand?

I'm going to die
like a mad animal.

I don't want prayers.
I want help.

Please, help me!

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

We talked and we prayed.

I tried desperately to help him.

I only know that--

But Hardesty--
what did he do?

He tried to crowd death out

by crowding in
as much of living
as he could.

None of it seemed to help him.

But...
but you did help him.

I helped him look for God.

You didhelp him.

I tried, yes.

Then help me.

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

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

A friend caught him
trying to take his own life.

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

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

Fraud.

Faith is your only answer!

Oh, keep your platitudes.

Have faith and pray!

Fraud! Fraud! Fraud!

Gavin, wait!

JUDGE GARTH:
Gavin, come back! Gavin!

Feeling better?

So you came back for me.

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

the drunken fool.

You've never judged me,
have you?

You're more than a friend,
Henry.

Now what you need
is a bath and some sleep.

Would you do me
one more favor?

What is it?

Take the cut-off
to Clear Creek Valley.

But you're in no condition.

It's important to me, Henry.

All right.

I never told you
the details of Balaclava

and the Light Brigade,
did I, Henry?

I should have told you
the whole story long ago.

There's no need, Gavin.

There is--my need.

Do you know why
I chose this place?

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

and reconstructed it here.

Causeway Heights...

Fedioking Heights...

and the main Russian batteries
straight ahead.

Gavin--

Have you ever been afraid,
Henry?

Yes.

I mean, reallyafraid--

so afraid that your gun
slipped from your hand

with the ooze of your fear.

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

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

Every man's afraid, Gavin.
Many times.

Maybe.

We started from...
just about here.

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

Over 700 men
charged up that valley,

and 195 came back--

every one of them a hero.

With one exception.

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

I was a... coward.

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

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

I did that.

That was a long time ago,
Gavin.

You couldn't have been
more than a boy.

Nineteen.

A beardless boy
without thought...

or courage.

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

except that I was so young.

You do a thing like that,
Henry...

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

without a family,
without a country,

without a...
without a soul.

You're just lost in a void...

a void that's 30 years wide...

and 1,000 years long.

Don't judge yourself
so harshly.

Why not, Henry?

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

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

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

once they've cut them off.

[ sighs ]

Whoa.

JUDGE GARTH: Trampas.
Take care of the Horses.

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

I better get on
with the horses.

Trampas, I, uh...

I don't know what happened
between you two,

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

You two were friends once.

I wrote him off
three years ago.

That's the way
I want it to stay.

You're very fortunate.

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

black and white, no grays.

Some things are like that.

Not people.

Nothin' you can say
will change--

I'm askin' you
to listen to him.

Come back to the house
when you're finished.

Thanks.

Trampas...

I've been trying to explain
for three years.

You won't give me a chance.

I guess I figured it out
for myself.

And you figured it out
quite right.

Then what do you want from me?

Your beef were bein' stolen.

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

only you didn't show up,

and I had to face
three men alone.

I'm not asking you
to forgive me.

I'm only asking you
to understand.

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

Now, Trampas,
you don'tunderstand!

I was afraid of failing you.

If I'd met you as we planned,

there'd have been
just the two of us.

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

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

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

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

I'm sorry, Trampas.

Daddy, I--
oh, Gavin!

Betsy.

Are--
are you all right?

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

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

I was looking for
all the wrong things before,

like flags and battles.

Well, what we're
really celebrating

is simply
the love of country.

Would you like to hear it?

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

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

but the sentiment does.
Listen.

"This royal thrown of kings,
this sceptred isle.

This Earth of majesty,
this seat of Mars."

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

"This other Eden,
demi-paradise;

"this fortress
built by nature
for herself

"against infection
and the hand of war...

"this happy breed of men...

"this little world,

"this precious stone

"set in the silver sea...

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

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

"against the envy
of less happier lands...

"this blessed plot,
this realm...

"this Earth...

this England."

Thank you for listening.

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

No.

Gavin...

why don't you go home
to England?

You've tried locking people
out of your room.

You've tried your party
and people and liquor

and all the rest.

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

There isn't that much time,
Henry.

Besides, it's far more
complicated than that.

It involves a lot of people,

an attitude, a way of life,

a yard or two
of bright red cloth--

unadorned, buttonless.

Well, all those things
add up to home.

Maybe you're right again,
Henry.

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

perhaps I can bring
a little bit of England here.

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

if there are such things
in Medicine Bow?

[ chuckles ]

Why don't you ask her
yourself?

Steve and Trampas
are going into town.

You can ride along with them.

Thank you.

Call it.

Heads.

You win.

About time.

Hey.
Win what?

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

See ya around, lucky.

[ whistles ]

That Trampas.

Shall we go in?

DR. SPALDING: Mr. Heath.

Hi, Doc.

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

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

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

How's the arm? Any pain?

Oh, a little.

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

They may help a little.

Well, thank you,
but I'll manage.

I'll send them over then.

Oh, please don't bother.

Excuse us.

[ door closes ]

[ laughs ]

Ah, my dear.

Thank you.

Breakfast is over, sir.

Oh, never mind.
We wish tea.

Tea, sir?

Yes, afternoon tea,

even though the hour
is a little early,

and some bread and butter,
of course,

and a little marmalade.

Marmalade?

Yes, marmalade.

Now run along.
Quickly, my dear fellow.

He thinks you're mad.

But I am, of course,

but it's a very sane
kind of madness.

[ footsteps approaching ]

Ah, my host--
the inn-keeper.

Uh, won't you join us?

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

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

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

Well, I'm sorry.

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

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

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

and silver service
will do nicely.

Mr. Heath,
I do have other duties.

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

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

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

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Gentry,

is this establishment for sale?

Well, I don't know.

Five thousand dollars.

Gavin!

Now, now, now, my dear.

You and I
will take tea together.

Ten thousand dollars.

American dollars.
That is my final offer.

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

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

But of course,
and the dining room

and your services
as manager.

Cash?

Check drawn on
the Bank of Colorado...

which I will sign
just as soon as you

have a bona fide
bill of sale prepared.

Mr. Heath...

you've got a deal.

Good!

Now perhaps you will get on
with preparing the tea.

Where am I going to find it?

Ah, Mr. Oliphant.

Come here a moment, would you?

No doubt you drink tea.

Yes.

You have a supply?

At home, I do.

Well, run and get it,
my dear fellow.

Mr. Gentry is waiting
to prepare it.

Now see here!

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

Tell me--do you own
the Phosphate Palace?

I just work there.

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

Because if I have my tea
this morning,

you will own
the Phosphate Palace
by this evening.

I promise you that.

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

Just for old times' sake.

Gavin,
what's this all about?

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

And why not, Betsy?

After all,
a little touching up here,

a little greenery there,

and Medicine Bow
might make

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

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

And that
is precisely what is wrong.

What do you know of England?

What do any of you
know of England?

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

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

Well, anyway,
it would seem to me

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

That's very perceptive of you,
Betsy.

That is precisely
what I am doing.

♪♪

What have you been up to?

Belatedly proclaiming
my nationality to the world.

How's the tea?

Hot.

Very right and proper.

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

let alone
a Yorkshire pudding.

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

[ groans ]

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

[ chuckles ]
Powders, Ollie.

You either eat them
or sniff them

or wash them down
with water,

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

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

Yes, Mayor, I did.

Well, take it down, sir.

Do you realize
that in two days

we are celebrating
the Fourth of July?

Well, you'recelebrating
the Fourth of July,

but not I...

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

My property, to be exact.

What difference does that make?

There's a law
against such things.

This is America,
not England.

Most pity.

Take that flag down.

I'm sorry, Mayor.

Get Sheriff Abbott.

Now that's
a very good idea.

Mean time,
won't you have some tea?

Well--no, sir, I will not!

But surely
there's no law no against tea.

Pardon me, please.

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

In spite of the logic
of my argument?

Buying this hotel
or even this whole town

doesn't make it England,
Mr. Heath.

If you don't take
that flag down,

I'll have to arrest you

for inciting
these people to riot

and take it down myself.

So be it.

I'll take it down...

but first,
let me say one thing--

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

is an incitement to riot,
then I say to you

that you need some reminders
on your own American history.

In two days' time,
it will be 107 years

since the 13 English colonies
in America

got annoyed at a petty,

almost inconsequential
tax on tea,

imposed by a bad king
and some stupid ministers,

and declared their independence.

This act cost you
an eight-year war--

a war which you won largely

because the English
fighting on the other side

sympathized with your cause.

Meanwhile, your neighbors
across the border in Canada,

your cousins in Australia
and New Zealand,

and the other
British dominions--

still subjects of Her Majesty--

get their tea
a great deal cheaper than you,

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

and manage their own affairs

with a minimum
of graft and corruption.

In two days' time,

most of you will celebrate
this glorious emancipation

which you call
the Fourth of July

with excessive
alcoholic libations.

your children will burn
their fingers on fireworks,

and most of the profits
of the day

will go into the tills
of the saloon keepers

and the pockets
of the doctors in attendance.

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

Have you forgotten
that most of your forefathers

swore allegiance to that flag?

That the founding fathers
themselves grew to manhood

and the maturity
of their talents

under the spread of that flag?

And that the sentiments
of liberty, justice, and freedom

which they learned
under that flag

went into your own great
Declaration of Independence?

Talk to me
of incitement to riot.

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

just as I can, and do,
respect yours.

Sheriff Abbott,
there's been a jailbreak.

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

[ all clamoring ]

Betsy.

Come on.

It's a stand-off, Judge.

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

What about Trampas?

They've got him, all right.

Still alive,
as far as we know.

What are the plans?

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

Gonna be rough on Trampas.

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

but to understand.
Amen.

These few of us are here
to bury a man

whom it seems will be mourned
by only a handful.

Yet there are many people
in this community

who should mourn the passing
of Sam Hardesty.

And I, perhaps,
will mourn him most,

for he once came to me for help.

He went away dissatisfied.

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

because he was afraid,

but fear of death is natural.

It is not a sin.

It is merely a waste,

for death will come
to each of us.

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

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

but I ask--
is that important?

For this we know--

he led his life with dignity,

he conducted his affairs
with honor,

and he met the challenges
of living with courage.

The test of Sam Hardesty
as a human being

will not be how he died,

but how he lived,

and may each of us do as well.

To that end,
let us pray.

Oh Lord, may he rest in peace.
Amen.

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

thank you.

I've been trying
to reach you.

Yes, Doc, I know.

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

Well, what was in it?

Special instructions
with the powders,

like "take two before dying"?

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

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

The dog did not have rabies.

What?

What did you say?

Poisoned, but not rabies.

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

Not rabies?

Then...

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

Whoa.

MAN: Doc.

Customers, Doc.
Gunshot.

Well, what happened?

Posse cornered
those escaped Indians,

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

Escaped Indians?

Where have you been?

They broke out of jail
yesterday

and took Trampas with them
as a hostage.

Let's get these men
to my office.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where is the posse?

Clear Creek Canyon.

Clear Creek.

May I take one
of these horses?

Yeah,
it's all right with me.

Hiya! Get up!

Hello, Henry.
Just heard about Trampas.

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

The Indians are deployed
on all three sides.

What do they want with Trampas?

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

Why not give it to them?

They wanna take Trampas
with them as security.

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

Nothing would be gained
for him or us.

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

Well, that leaves
going in after him.

We lost three men
tryin' that last night.

Couldn't we get round
to the rear somehow?

Circle around?

We've got men on all sides,

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

Well, then what?

I sent for troops.

Until they come,
we wait.

We don't have much choice,
Gavin.

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

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Ugh!

[ gunshots continue ]

Cover--gotta get to it.

How?

Crossfire
would cut us down.

[ gunshots continue ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Gavin!

[ bagpipes playing ]

JUDGE GARTH: Come back!

[ horse whinnies ]

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots continue ]

Gavin.

Gavin, this time,
you were a giant.

[ bagpipes playing ]

He didn't owe me this.

Perhaps he owed it to himself.

[ bagpipes continue playing ]

[ theme song ]