All language subtitles for bonanza.s01.e27.the.last.trophy.(1960).eng

Well, here we
are, my dear.

I expected Ben Cartwright
to meet us.

It's really rather strange,
isn't it?

We can't just stand out
in the street like this.

Of course not.

I'll get someone to
bring the baggage.

Would you bring out
the baggage, please?

Buy them supplies
I told you to?

Steal any of it,
I'll skin you alive, you hear?

WOMAN:
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

I thought there were ten.
Oh, yes. I knew I was right.

WOMAN:
You know, you're quite right
about Mr. Cartwright.

He really should have been here
to meet us, Marion.

Marion?

Is that your name?

Yes. Why do you ask?

(scoffing)
It's a woman's name, ain't it?

I'm afraid you've made
a slight mistake.

You see, there's a difference
in the spelling.

Oh, there is, huh?

Yes. Spelled properly, it's
been a man's name for 500 years.

In England, that is.

Well, that's very nice.

But this ain't England.

Well, why don't we
drop it, old chap?

There's no reason
for a scene.

We're not bothering you.

Bothering?

You have any idea
what would happen to you

if you ever even
tried to bother me?

He's really very offensive.
Please get rid of him, Marion.

And how's he going
to do that, eh?

Or do you have any ideas
on that subject...

Marion?

You trying to hit me
in the face?

I'll get you for this,
Cartwright.

Maybe, Belcher, but
this isn't your day.

I'm sorry that had to happen.

He took me by surprise.
I had no idea.

Well, don't judge all of
us out here by that one.

Lord Dunsford, I'm
Adam Cartwright.

Adam Cartwright.
One of Ben's sons?

My father couldn't make it.

He's waiting for us
at the ranch.

Sorry I was late.

May I present my wife,
Lady Beatrice?

How do you do?

How do you do?

I can't tell you how much

we've both been looking forward
to this trip to America.

I have a carriage outside.

We'd better get started.

The boys will bring
your stuff later.

(theme song playing)

We're greatly indebted
to you, ma'am,

for a most memorable evening.
We won't soon forget it.

Thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

And I'm sure that Marion
and I will never forget

your wonderful hospitality.

Yes.
And we're delighted

we were finally
able to visit you.

Well, so were we.

Though I told Beatrice about
that time we spent together,

years ago, in Louisiana.

(chuckling)

Ben,
remember that Cajun fellow?

A trapper, wasn't he?

Etienne.

Had the longest trap line
in the territory.

Of course, it belonged
to six other men.

(all chuckling)

He'd come roaring
into town twice a year,

tear the place apart.

Is that where
you first met Pa?

Yes. My first trip
to America.

Always like to hear Pa
get wound up.

He don't do it often.

Most men love to reminisce.

I suppose it's part
of being a man.

Or a woman.

(chuckling)

Sorry to break this up.

Hoss and I have some cows

we have to bring down
early in the morning.

Yes, you do.

If you'll excuse us.

Why, of course.

I hope your stay
will be a long one.

Thank you, Little Joe.

I agree with Little Joe, ma'am.
It ain't often

we get an opportunity to have
a filly like you visit us.

Filly?

Now, that's Hoss's
greatest compliment.

(quiet laugh)

Night, ma'am.
Good night.

BEATRICE:
Good night.

I get to see the New York papers
now and again, Dunsford.

I was reading about
your last African hunt.

I wish I could have been
on it with you.

I'd be interested in
seeing some of your guns.

I hope you brought
them along.

As a matter of fact, I did.

But I don't intend
to do any hunting.

Well, we don't' have any tigers
or elephants out this way,

but I think we could rustle
up some game

worthy of our guest.
Don't you think so, Adam?

Well, we might find a pretty
good mountain lion or two.

Mountain lion?

I wonder, are they
as interesting as tiger?

I really don't intend to do
any hunting on this trip.

Oh, why not, Marion?

This American lion might prove
to be very exciting.

And after all,
you are supposed to be

the finest shot in all England.

Well, if you men
are going to reminisce

about your hunting exploits,

I'm going
to get a breath of air.

Will you join me, Adam?

If you like.

Well, Dunsford,

you really shouldn't look
down on our American cougar.

They're awfully good hunting.

Well, I don't know very much
about your American lion.

Or cougar, as you call them.

Oh, dangerous.

Mighty dangerous if they're
wounded and cornered.

Another brandy?

Oh, yes. Thanks.

The stars are bright tonight.

Are they so different

from what you're accustomed
to seeing in England?

No.

I suppose I just imagine
they're a little brighter.

Well, I... think in
a strange place,

everything seems
kind of new.

My husband and I have
traveled all over the world.

We've seen many strange places
and many strange people

and nothing is ever new
or entirely different.

Oh, now, I can't go
along with that, ma'am.

"Ma'am"? Don't call me that.

It makes me feel old.

Call me Beatrice.

All right.

I'll admit, I like
that much better.

But I can't agree with your
premise that nothing changes.

Can't you?

My husband never does.

Well, perhaps he shouldn't...

From what my father says,
he's very fond of him.

Your father isn't married
to my husband.

I am.

Look what happened
this morning.

My husband is always
the perfect gentleman.

He allows even a ruffian like
that to take advantage of him.

Oh, you mean that little
set-to with Belcher.

Well, we don't know
what might have happened.

I just jumped in before
the dust settled, that's all.

I know my husband.

But it's a strange town.

Your husband wasn't even
carrying a gun.

He wouldn't have used it.

How do you know?

Oh, don't let's talk about it.

It's much,
much too beautiful a night.

You know, I think
I'm going to like America

more than I thought I would.

Thank you for being so
kind to me this morning.

(clearing throat)
Adam, I've, uh...

I've just about
convinced Lord Dunsford

that he do some shooting
while he's our guest.

Nice chap, Ben Cartwright.

How do you like him?

Yes. He is rather nice.

Quite charming, in fact.

Quite a place.

A "spread," I think
they call it out here.

Well it's large enough.

Fine family.
Fine boys.

We're really rather back where
we were, aren't we, Marion?

Did you have to start that
business about the hunting

and... and what
a good shot I am?

Well, you are, aren't you?

We're guests here.

And Ben's an old friend.

I hope I don't have to remind
you to behave properly.

I always behave properly,
exactly properly.

Then how do you describe the way

you threw yourself at young
Cartwright out there?

If I did throw myself at him,
as you say I did,

why didn't you
do something about it?

Belgian-made, isn't it?

That's right. Had it made
specially for big cats.

Tigers and such.

Well, if we have luck, some of
these mountain lions around here

can run pretty big.

How many beaters
do you think we'll need?

Beaters?

Oh, this isn't Africa.
We don't use 'em.

Just you and me
and a camp wrangler.

It's not a matter of how many
men we take along, but how few.

I don't understand.

Well, if we're to get within
seeing distance of a cougar,

we'll have to travel quiet,
light, and fast.

Once you get the knack of it,
I think you'll enjoy it.

Yes, I'm sure I will.

..as far as the eye can see,
but farther.

It's vast.
It's beautiful.

Oh, I hope we're not
interrupting you.

It's a pleasure.

How are you doing,
my dear?

Oh, the guns came through
in excellent shape.

You sure have some
beautiful weapons here.

I think I mentioned to you
before that my modest husband

is considered one of the
finest hunters of his time.

Oh, you flatter me, my dear.

Hardly, when all
England says as much.

We got in a little
target practice this morning.

Oh? Is he as good a shot
as I said he is?

Sure is. I'm glad I
wasn't betting against him.

(chuckling)

Have you decided
where you're going hunting?

Well, some of the boys
found some fresh signs

up near Papoose Peak.
I think we'll try up there.

Papoose Peak?

That's rather a quaint name.
Where is it?

Uh, two days north of here.

We'll camp one night
on the way up.

When do you plan to leave?

Tomorrow morning, soon
as it's light enough.

Got everything?

Yep. Adam,

I can't see myself
calling him "Lord."

"Lord Dunsford."

Plain sacrilegious, I claim.

Well, that's not
the way it's meant.

Call him anything you like.

Well, seems to me, if just
plain "Mr. Cartwright"

is good enough for your pa,

then plain "Mr. Dunsford" ought
to be good enough for him.

I got a better idea.
Don't call him anything.

Just, uh, say, "Hey, you."

Well, now, Adam, that-that
don't sound polite,

seeing as how he's a
guest and all that.

I'll do some more
thinking on it.

I'll see if
His Lordship is ready.

Ah, good morning.
Good morning, Adam.

You're up early.

I feel positively uncivilized
getting up at this hour.

It's practically the middle
of the day for us.

That's quite a nice outfit
you're wearing.

We don't usually see anything
like that on the Ponderosa.

Quite the courtier,
aren't you?

Well, you're quite a lady,
Lady Dunsford.

Lady Dunsford.

I thought I told you
my name was Beatrice.

Yes, so you did.

Why only three horses, Adam?

Well, there are only
three of us going.

Your husband,
Whitey, and myself.

But I'm coming with you.

This is no trip for a woman.

Oh, but why not?

I always accompany my husband
on the hunt.

Besides, I've been
in much more dangerous

and much more wilder
places than this.

You can ask him.

I will.

Marion, I've just been
telling Adam

that I plan to come
on the hunt with you.

Is that the way you
figured it, Dunsford?

Well...

I hadn't given it
much thought

one way or another.

I planned it
that way.

If you've made up
your mind, my dear.

She's used to this
sort of thing.

Well, she's your wife.

Saddle up another
horse, Whitey.

Howdy.

Howdy.

I was, uh,
just riding by.

This place ain't hardly built
on a highway.

I can't say that it is,

but I can't say
I know where it is.

You a stranger? Lost?

I guess you could say that.

I'm, uh, out of tobacco.

Could you sell me a mite?

Ain't got none to sell.

I can let you have a little
to tide you over

till you get in town.

That's real
neighborly.

I appreciate it.

(groans)

(men shouting
in native language)

(men speaking native language)

Hey, since you killed him,
you might as well see

what the old fool's
got inside.

Don't hold out
anything on me.

(men speaking
native language)

Wait a minute
there!

Let me have that!

(men shouting
in native language)

(horses galloping away)

In the morning,

Whitey and I'll
start looking for signs.

You tired?

Mm-hmm, I admit I am.

Oh, I know I was warned.

Which is Papoose Peak?

That one over there.

DUNSFORD:
Rather ghostly,
isn't it?

I think I'll give
Whitey a hand.

Toss me one
of those cones, will ya?

Ever shot an elephant, Adam?

No.

Or a lion--

uh, African lion--

or a crocodile?

No. There aren't too many
in this neck of the woods.

But you have faced
a grizzly or a cougar?

I'm sure I have.
Why do you ask?

Just wondering.

Wondering?
About what?

How you'd be
against an elephant.

How did Marion do?

Very well.

He always does very well.

Reckon ol' Adam's
got his cougar yet?

It's old man
Cavanaugh's grandson!

What's wrong
with him, Pa?

I don't know.
Looks worn out.

Hoss, get some water.

You all right, boy?
Can you hear me?

Grandpa's dead--
Injuns.

Pa, there ain't
no Indians

on the warpath
around here.

Not regular ones.

You mean, Belcher
and his renegades?

Yeah. Adam saw Belcher
picking up supplies

in Virginia City,
day before yesterday.

Pa, if he, if he went up
by Cavanaugh's,

that means he swung up north.

There's a half a dozen isolated
settlers up there, Pa.

Adam and Dunsford
and his wife, too.

You don't think he'd try
to tackle them, do ya?

If he's in a killing mood,

there's no telling what
that renegade might try.

Hoss, you and Little Joe,
you better ride up there
in a hurry,

see how everything is
just to make sure.

Yes, sir.

Here, I'll take
care of the boy.

(growling)

I spotted a big one,
top of the bluff.

Want to try and tree him?

No, I'd like our guest
to get a running shot at him.

WHITEY:
How you gonna do that?

ADAM:
Well, I'll get
behind him.

Soon as he spots me, he'll run.

From the lay of the land,

ten to one, he'll run right
straight toward you.

You found him, Adam.

I think you'd like
a shot at him.

He's all yours.

He shouldn't be
any trouble, Marion.

He's only a big cat.

Yes, ma'am, but he may
be plenty big.

Wait till you see him
up close.

Look, lady, you better
get yourself back here.

Now you look here,
uh... Lord.

That cat's gonna be
running blind scared.

You get him
before he runs over you.

Because them there cats,
they don't give you two chances.

(growling)

(growling)

All right,
here he comes.

(growling)

(growling)

Fire!

Go on, fire!

(roaring)

Why don't you fire?

Fire!

Fire!

(roaring)

Sorry you didn't get
a shot at him.

You'll never get
a better chance.

(coyote howling in distance)

I suppose you're wondering
what happened.

Oh, let's forget
about it, Marion

Why, sometimes talking
about a thing helps.

I really should explain.

Somehow,
I just can't force myself

to pull the trigger
to... to fire.

Then, when the beast
gets close...

Milord insists on trying,
always trying.

Every man's entitled
to a mistake.

But it's happened before,
in Africa and India.

It's happened before!
Now do you understand?

(coyote howls)

I think we better
get some sleep.

I'd like to talk
with you, Adam,

if you don't mind.

What I'm going to say is going
to be difficult

for a man like yourself
to understand.

Look, Dunsford, I've seen other
men freeze on the trigger,

even when facing a deer.

But I'm not talking
about other men.

I'm talking about me.

I'm talking
about what happened today.

Look, why don't we just say
it was a bad day?

Can't you realize
it's much more than that?

Adam, do you believe

it's just a matter
of courage?

Dunsford, why go into it?

There comes a day
in every man's life

when he has
to evaluate that word.

It makes no difference whether
he be soldier or sportsman.

Are you saying
it's a matter of degree?

No, it isn't.

Reckless courage is
a privilege of youth.

As a man grows older,
he stops to ask himself

which is more important,
himself or the tiger?

Then why do you go on?

Unfortunately, Adam,
I'm in love with my wife.

And she's still in love

with the image of the man
that she married.

That man passed out of existence
five years ago.

(coyote howls in distance)

(coyotes yipping, howling)

(whispers):
Adam. Adam.

Hmm? Wha-What?
Shh!

Marion and Whitey
are asleep.

I was cold.

I'll poke up the fire.

No, don't.
Don't do that.

You'll wake the others.

Oh, this is better.

You should be over there
with your husband.

I watched you dispatch
that cougar.

It was beautiful what you did.

You call that kind
of killing beautiful?

You talk too much
for a man of action.

You're, um, wasting your
time, Lady Dunsford.

Am I?

You'd rather I waste it
with my husband?

Your husband's a friend
of my father's.

That means
he's my friend, too.

(sultry laugh)

You are an honorable man.

There are worse
things to be.

You're trying very hard
to hurt your husband;

to get even with him.
Why?

Can you blame me?

Yes, and in more
ways than one.

You insisted on coming along
on this hunt.

You knew
what was going to happen.

If you had
any feeling for the man,

you'd have stayed behind.

You're trying to force
him to break,

to make him disgrace
himself-- now, why?

He's a coward.

He's shot through and through
with fear.

And you, you don't know
the meaning of fear?

I refuse to accept that
I'm married to a coward.

Is it that?

Or is it just the need
to keep the image alive

of what he once was?

Or what you thought he was?

You're quite a backwoods
philosopher, aren't you, Adam?

(coyotes howling)

(owl hooting)

(gunshot)

(groans)

(groans)

Well, if it ain't
my old friend, Marion.

So we meet again.

BEATRICE:
Adam...?

How's your shoulder?

Thanks for the bandage.

All right, up ahead,
keep riding.

Keep separated.

Hungry?

Eat.

It's time you brought
me some food.

Don't like?

I want my food
properly cooked.

I want some
salt on it.

Rather an unusual
fellow, isn't he?

He's a renegade.

Thieving scavengers--

they'll steal anything
that isn't tied down.

Don't suppose we have
much chance against them?

Belcher and these Indians
of his

are always just one step short
of the noose.

And a couple more killings isn't
going to make any difference.

If we could only get
our hands on some guns.

What guns?

Belcher's got mine.
He's got yours, too.

Got them cached over
in that cave.

Doesn't even trust
these Indians of his.

Pretty confident
of himself, isn't he?

Why shouldn't he be?

What's he got to worry about?

Hey, you with
the red hair.

Are you addressing me?

Ain't nobody else around here
fits that description.

You know
how to cook?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

Well, now don't let
that worry you,

because you're going to get
a chance to improve--

right now.

Being as how you're
a civilized woman

and I got me an educated taste.

Get over here and you cook
something for me.

Come on now,
get moving!

Come on, now, get up!

Try this, Mr. Belcher.

Just a little rare
with a pinch of salt.

Better?

What, no complaints?

Don't get sassy with me.

(gasps)

He's dead, Joe.

Belcher.

This must have
happened last night.

They didn't build this
fire up for breakfast.

Maybe Adam and the
others got away.

Either that or Belcher
took 'em with him.

If he'd have killed him,
he would've left him here,

the way he did with
old Cavanaugh and Whitey here.

Why would he want
to take 'em with him?

I don't know.

How do you figure
a man like Belcher?

Let's have a look around,
see what we can find.

Hey, Joe, come here.

It's Indian ponies,
I make it.

Adam left his ponies
picketed over here, you see?

Looks like they rode out
in this direction.

Yeah, they took Adam's horses
with them, all right.

Yeah.

From the looks of those tracks,
all the horses were ridden.

Yeah, maybe...
maybe Adam and the Dunsfords

are still alive after all, huh?

They were when they left here.

Let's bury Whitey
and go after them.

Yeah, we'll do that,
little brother.

That animal.

The way he's had you
working all day,

as though you were
his slave.

Thank you.

He has his own idea about
how he should treat women.

Perhaps you could try
keeping out of his way.

Don't do anything
to attract his attention.

You think I don't have
his attention already?

Mind if I join the party?

What are you planning
on doing with us?

Well, now I... I could kill
you all and be rid of you,

but I figured I found me
a little gold mine.

The only thing--

I ain't too sure yet
about the best way to mine it.

Forget it.

My father and my brothers are
probably on the trail right now.

They catch up with you, Belcher,
they'll blast you sky-high.

If they ever get
too close to me,

you might find that you're
just a piece of crow meat.

And I mean
all of you.

ADAM: Now, I don't
know about us,

but I know how
you're gonna end up--

eyeing a vulture
on a sunny day.

(laughing)

Only my better nature

keeps me from
letting him kill you.

You would hit a man
with a bad arm, wouldn't you?

You're a filthy pig.

Ah.

And now we hear
from the grand lady.

Listen, pig or no pig,
this is my camp,

and while you're here,
you'll do as I tell you

or I just might kill you.

I'm not afraid
of you, Belcher.

You're not, huh?

(chuckles)

Well, now, there's a
nice little polecat.

If there's anything I like,
it's a woman with spunk.

Take your hands off me.

BELCHER:
Well, sure.

There's no harm
done, is there?

You and me gonna
get along fine.

Will we?

Yeah.

We understand each other.

We know the difference
between having guts

and not having guts.

Tell me...

how'd you happen
to marry

something like him, hmm?

(Belcher snickers)

Anyway, the reason
I came over

was to invite you to a little
tea party I'm holding.

Beatrice, you're not
going with him.

How would you decline
his invitation?

(laughing)

Sit down.

Woman!

You call?

Get me the jug.

Here, have a drink.

I don't think
I should like it.

I didn't ask you
to like it.

I just said drink it.

(chuckles)

Don't worry, you'll
get to like it.

Tell me something--

you... you got another
name, haven't you, hmm?

Beatrice.

Beatrice.

I'm not so sure
that I like it.

See, I once knew a girl
in St. Louis by that name.

Well, I can't say that she
could hold a candle to you.

You've had your eye
on ol' Solomon

for a long time now,
haven't you?

(chuckles)

You and me gonna be
great pals, you know that.

Let's have another drink.

Isn't there any way to reason
with a man like that?

You heard what he said about
finding himself a gold mine.

All he has to do now is figure
out a way to make it pay off.

Then you think
it's money he's after?

That's one of the things
that's on his mind.

Well, how much do you think
Belcher would want?

All depends upon

how much he thinks
your wife is worth.

(coyote howling
in distance)

(coyote howling)

(shouting in native language)

Stop it, stop it,
you thievin' Indians!

(groans)

(laughing)

I guess I'll
talk to him now.

Do you think
this is a good time?

Belcher's a typical
bully boy.

He's probably
feeling pretty good

since he's shown
who's boss.

What's this,
a social visit?

Hardly.

This, uh, gold mine--

you, uh, figured a way
to work it yet?

You got a way?

Maybe I have.

My friend Dunsford here
is willing to give you $10,000

if you will let him
and his wife go free.

Well, he doesn't
have it in his jeans.

I already searched 'em.

Oh, you'll get the money--
I'll guarantee it.

How can you possibly
guarantee it?

Turn him loose, let him
go back to the Ponderosa.

My father will send the money,

and I'll remain here
as your hostage.

Adam Cartwright--
the man with all the answers.

Adam, you never said
anything about a hostage.

You figuring to use me
as coyote bait?

I'm not hankering
to have Ben Cartwright

and his boys track after me.

I'll have to think about this.

Well, you can't very well
turn it down.

Well, now don't say that,
because I can do just that.

I can kill you and Marion there,

anytime
I feel like it.

Forget the
whole business.

What about
my wife?

You talkin' about this
pretty little kitten here?

Now ol' Solomon
might just consider

taking her on as a squaw.

Treat her
pretty good, too.

You don't really think
you can get away with it.

Why not?

What's the difference?

Me and the Indian
steal a horse, it's my horse.

Steal a gun, it's my gun.

If I steal a woman,
she's my woman.

I done it before.

Well, that's a very realistic
way of looking at things.

Realistic, nothing.
It's the way of a thief.

What business is it
of yours, Mr. Cartwright?

But it is my business.

You're my wife.

And you'll stay my wife
as long as I'm alive.

Want to prove that,
Mr. Husband, about being alive?

You want to fight me
for this knife?

Whoever gets that knife uses it
and gets to keep the woman.

(laughing)

The trail just seems
to disappear here.

Yeah.

They backtracked
and brushed 'em out,

that's what they done.

Yeah, we must be near Belcher's
camp for him to do that.

Yeah.

I think we better
leave the horses here.

Oh, it's you.
You startled me.

You, uh, enjoy
your little party last night?

Yes, thank you.
Very much.

Your husband and I
felt sort of left out.

Oh, I was sorry Mr. Belcher
wasn't in the mood

for more guests.

Well, now, I think being
a guest of Mr. Belcher

is something I can do without.

Look, it's easy
to criticize a man

who is so completely
different to yourself.

Belcher's no glamorous,
romantic highwayman.

I didn't say he was.

I know he's crude and he's rude.

But he did make you
a fair offer last night,

and I didn't notice either you
or Marion rushing to take it up.

The knife is still
where he left it, by the cave.

That fascinates you, doesn't it?

What do you want me to do?

I'm worried about your husband.

He may try to fight Belcher.

Marion?

There's little danger of that.

Well, there is,
unless you tell him not to.

He doesn't love me.

That isn't true.
He loves you very much.

Then why
doesn't he fight for me?

Oh, you'd like
to see him dead, is that it?

He doesn't stand
a chance against Belcher.

It's a chance
he wouldn't take.

Fear. It's always fear.

He had his chance
against the cougar.

Why did he have
to freeze like that?

He could have killed it
without any effort at all.

How do you know how much effort
it takes for him to kill?

I don't know.
I just want him to do it.

Then Belcher's the kind
of man you deserve.

Well, whatever else
he'd do,

he wouldn't walk away
from a fight.

All right, suppose Marion
were to fight, and got killed.

How would you feel then?

How do you think
I feel now?

I don't hate Marion, but...

Well, he's just not
the man I married.

I want him to be a man for his
own sake, as well as for mine.

Belcher sure knows how
to cover up his tracks.

Yeah, he learned it from them
Indians he runs with.

Joe, you remember
that time me and you and Pa

were up here hunting
and found that cave?

That was, uh... It was over
that next ridge in the canyon.

Yeah.

You don't reckon Belcher would
be holed up in there, do you?

Hey, it's worth a look.

Now, why you sitting there
like that, doing nothing?

Go on. Gather some wood.

Come on, you heard me.
Come on.

I expected you to be
looking me up this morning.

About that knife.

Maybe you didn't think
it was a fair offer.

What about my offer to you?

Oh, you mean that money?

Now, what amount was that?

$10,000.

Is that all she's worth
to you, huh?

Fine-looking woman like that?

It's more money than you've
ever seen in your life.

Yes, that's true, but, well,

I think she's worth
a little more than that.

Are you trying to
bargain with me, Belcher?

Oh, I wouldn't bargain with
a fine English gentleman.

That's good.

Then should we call
it an agreement?

No, not just yet.

Well, you see, it's not

that I don't take the word
of a fine English gentleman,

but you understand,
in a business deal,

a man has to protect himself.

Well, now, if I left Adam
Cartwright here as a hostage,

well, that'd be
no protection for me.

All that'd do is bring
the Ponderosa riders

down on my neck.

Well, that's your
problem, old man.

Well, now,
I think it's yours, too.

How is it mine?

Well, now, instead of
leaving Adam here as a hostage,

I'll send him home,
keep your wife.

You must know I'd never
leave my wife here with you.

(chuckles)

Well, I understand,
you know, 'cause...

Well, speaking personal, I find
it hard to live without a woman.

Well, so, now that I have
Beatrice, well, that makes two.

I can't use them both.

So, I figured,
since I'm getting your woman,

well, I'll just give you
one of mine.

That old squaw Tomah.

Now, that's fair, ain't it?

You don't really expect me
to answer that, do you?

Sure.

Look, if you don't take her,
I'm just going to have

to take her out back of that
rock and bash her brains in.

Why all
the sentimentality?

Huh?

Oh.

Well, you know, Tomah,
she's a little jealous,

and if I move that new
white squaw in tonight,

it could get touchy.

I'm giving you
a reasonable deal, now.

Being fair to everybody.

You think about it.

Adam, what...

what shall I do
about Beatrice?

Well, what do you want to do?

Do you think
I should fight Belcher?

I don't think you have a chance
in a hand-to-hand fight.

He's bigger, heavier.

He's been raised on brawls
and barroom fights.

What do you suggest?

Well...

I might try him.

And it's up to
me, isn't it?

(groaning softly)

Well, a man can
only do what he can.

What he can.

I suppose that's
the whole point, isn't it?

What do you mean?

I don't know
if you would understand.

It's not death or dying
that I'm afraid of.

Well, what is it?

If I could only be sure that,
at the last moment,

I wouldn't freeze or...
or run...

I just made a bargain
with your husband.

What kind of a bargain?

I traded you for Tomah.

You're going
to stay here with me.

He's going to go safely home
with my other squaw.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

I like my women
to fight a little.

But only a little.

BELCHER:
When you're my woman,
you learn one thing.

You do what I tell you
or I'll kill you.

(yells in pain)
MARION: Belcher...
Belcher, stop it.

Well, Marion!

I didn't know
you had it in you.

(men shouting
in native language)

(exclaiming)

(Marion gagging,
garbled shouts)

(Beatrice shouts in pain)

I told you, you cross me,
I'd cut your throat.

(grunts)

(gunshot)

(men shouting
in native language)

Beatrice, keep down.

HOSS:
All right, hold it.

Drop it!

You all right, Adam?

Well, we are now.

See you took care
of Belcher.

We figured you would.

I had a little help.
Uh...

We made quite a team,
didn't we, Marion?

We really did.

We certainly did, Adam.

(whispering):
Hop Sing sent up this soup.
I offered to deliver it.

You needn't whisper; Marion's
much better this morning.

He's going to be all right.

Oh, I'm very pleased
to hear that.

Thank you, Adam.

I'll take the soup.

Come on in.
He'd be glad to see you.

Marion, you have a visitor.

Adam!

How about doing
some hunting?

I could rustle
up something.

You know, Adam, I think
I've had my fill of hunting.

(gentle laugh)
We both have.

Besides,

now I know that the man is
more important than the tiger.

When did you learn that?

That night at the camp.

When you felt that knife
at your throat,

then you, too, really knew
the meaning of fear.

Yes.

When a peaceful man,
a truly peaceful man,

is willing to die
for what he loves.

ADAM:
You know something,
Lady Dunsford.

And don't you ever forget it.