All language subtitles for The Virginian - 8x21

♪♪ [ Band: Dance ]

♪♪ [ Continues ][ Chattering, Laughing ]

[ With Australian Accent ]
We'd oughta get goin' if we're
gonna be where we oughta be.

[ With Cockney Accent ]
Right, love. Let's go.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Look, Annie.
There they go.

[ Laughs ]
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.

♪♪ [ Ends ][ Applause ]

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.

[ Both Chuckling ]

♪♪ [ Resumes ]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?

[ With British Accent ]
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.

[ Chuckles ]
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?

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Laughter ] [ Door Closes ]

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.

[ Laughs ]
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.

[ Laughing ] 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.

[ Laughs ]

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?

[ Chuckles ]
I'm willing, but not able--
not and make a profit, Ben.

[ Clears Throat ]
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.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.Ah, you made yourself
a real buy, Clay.

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

♪♪ [ Band Continues ][ No Audible Dialogue ]

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.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

♪♪ [ Ends ] [ Applause ]

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?
[ Laughing ][ Laughing ]

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.
- [ Chuckles ]

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 hesees 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!

[ Exhales ]

Hey, there's
someone comin'.

[ Chuckles ]
That's him.

Alf. Henry.

Hello!

Hello!

[ Branch Snaps ]

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.

[ Grunting ] I'll be a nanny--
a nanny to the both of you
before I finish.

[ People Chattering ][ Laughs ]

Ooh!
[ Giggles ]

Like to trade places
with him?

I was just thinking how
beautiful that must feel.

[ Timbers Creaking ]

[ Horse Blusters ]

[ Clopping Hooves ]

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.

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

There we are.
Whoops.

[ Alf ]
Up we go!

Who's stronger
than you then, Henry?

Not many.[ Connor ]
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. [ Match Strikes ]

Come on, love.

There you are.
Take it steady now,
Henry.

Ready?Yeah.

There you go.

Don't go in
with him.

[ Grunting ]

[ Exhales ] [ Body Thuds ]

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.

[ Holly ]
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. [ Footsteps ]

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.

[ Footsteps ]

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. [ Connor ]
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.

[ Panting ]

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.

[ Horse Blusters ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasping ]
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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Poker Clatters ]

[ Exhales ]

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.

[ Horse Whinnies ]

Easy, boy.

[ Kisses ]
Go. Go!

[ Man ]
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.[ Chuckles ]

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. [ Galloping Hooves ]

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?
- [ Sighs ]

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."

[ Maggie ]
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.

[ Sniffling, Crying ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Knocking ]

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?

[ Sniffles ]
I'm running... from him.

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

[ Sobbing ]

I'm going to go
into town.

I'm going
to get dressed now.

You stay here, Maggie.

[ Sobbing Continues ]

Aunt Holly?

[ Sobbing ]

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.

[ Grunts ]

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.

[ Henry ]
Man could well perish
of thirst, Alf!

I ruddy well hope so.

[ Groans ]

Oh.

[ Chuckles ]
You hurt yourself, chum?

[ Henry ]
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!
[ Laughs ]

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.

[ Coughing ]

I--
[ Gasps ]

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.

[ Groaning, Coughing ]

[ Quiet Groan ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Rifle Cocks ]

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

[ Exhales ]

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.

[ Snaps Fingers ]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.

[ Connor ]
There we are.[ Chattering ]

Easy down there.

Take it easy there,
Mr. Grainger.

One foot at a time.
Up you come then.

[ Groaning, Grunting ]

Oops! Oh! [ Henry ] Did you
hurt yourself then, love?

- Oh!
- He's all right.

[ Chuckles ]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?[ Grunts ]

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.

[ Gasping ]

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.

[ Scratching On Pad ]

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.

[ Body Thuds ]

[ Mooing ][ Whistles ]
Hyah! Move along!

Come on, cow!

Hyah!
Get a move on there!

Hyah!

Hold it.

[ Mooing Continues ]

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 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.

[ Chuckles ]
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?

[ Alf ]
Well, not ruddy long. Well, there you are.

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

[ Henry ]
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.

[ Footsteps Departing ]

[ Birds Chirping ]

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.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
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.

[ Groaning ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Virginian ]
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.
[ Grunts ]

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.

[ Knife Cuts ]

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?

[ Gunshot ]

What do you call that--
a door slammin'?

That flamer's gone
and shot our Alf!

- It's all right!
He's bluffing.
- [ Rustling ]

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.

[ Grunts ]

[ Rocks Clattering ]

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?
- [ Groans ]

Outside of a bad ankle...

and a big thirst--
[ Clears Throat ]

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

I'd say I was
fair to middlin'.

[ Wagon Approaching ]

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.

[ Chuckling ]

Ceece, care to drive me
down to the bunkhouse?