Original subtitles

What's a matter, Sam? Couldn't you run down your meal?

Maybe you're gettin' a little old.

If I can get my food, you can get yours.

Maybe someday you'll have to do without me.

[Sam whimpers]

[Sam growling]

[Barks]

What are you two after, my horse?

[Cocks gun]

We come take you to Jamarro.

Yeah, well that's where I'm goin' anyway.

–How far is it? –One moon.

One more moon

you be within sound of Jamarro's drums.

[Drumming]

You have heard that sound before, Hondo.

War drums.

These hills will ring with that sound if white man does not bring us peace treaty.

I have waited long, but no paper yet.

And there must be this paper.

All right, Jamarro. That's why I'm here.

Jamarro knows Hondo Lane.

There is trust between us

but your government

promised settlers would not come into Big Rock Valley till paper was signed.

And already some of them have come.

Well, they jumped the gun. I don't like it anymore than you do.

If paper is not here, we will drive out the settlers

and many will die.

The paper will be here. I'm here to tell you that.

You will sign?

Well, I can't sign it, Jamarro.

Washington's gonna send a big man to do that.

I'll bring him here with Richards.

Wait!

He will come back with many soldiers, many guns!

That paper is only a trick.

There'll be no more than four soldiers. That was our agreement.

My brother Nakka is right.

No more than four.

You trust him? Huh?

White man!

[Sam growling]

I say drive out the settlers now.

There are others in our tribe think like Nakka.

But I am the chief.

Paper will be signed.

Many braves, soldiers, much talk, much ceremony.

Hondo gave his word. He will keep it.

No!

–[Jamarro speaking Apache] –You let him go back... No!

Hondo, take this word to your people:

paper must be signed here

in this camp by time of full planting moon as agreed

or I, Jamarro, will echo the cry of Nakka

and drive out the settlers.

[Drumming and rattling]

Why do we follow this Hondo?

We have told Jamarro we are out hunting.

We are.

We are hunting white men.

–Then why not kill the white man now? –No.

Hondo will lead us to big man from Washington and four bluecoats.

Then we will kill them all

in Jamarro country.

Then there will be no paper to sign.

Well, hello, stranger.

How'd you find things out there?

Anything stirrin'? Injuns up to any mischief?

Name is Hondo Lane. Anybody been lookin' for me?

Not yet.

Well, I'll be at the saloon or hotel. Would you feed the horse?

Well, what about your dog?

Well, that's not my dog. He belongs to nobody but himself.

He run down his main meal before we rode in.

Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...

Oh, what's a...? Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Now, look, if you can't start with me

do you suppose we could finish together?

[Drumming]

Hey, folks, you know what just pulled into town?

A fella who'll fight anybody who'll take him on

and he's got a mean lookin' dog that'll fight any dog.

Oh, fine. A dog act. Just what we need.

Well, kids, let's forget the rehearsal.

These hayseeds'll never know the difference.

Hello, high pockets.

You gonna stick around for the show tonight?

No, I don't think so.

We put on a pretty good show.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

[Drumming continues]

–Pull 'em up here. –Whoa.

What you gonna do, Mr. Brock?

Come on. Let's bill up some business.

I don't get it.

You see that dog over there?

[Growling]

[Cheering]

I'll take the other dog.

[Growling and snarling]

How much?

You manage twenty dollars?

Yeah.

[Sam barking]

Get him, boy!

[Cheering]

That's it! That's it!

Get him!

[Dog whimpering]

Let him go. I got no use for a loser.

Well, then that's my money.

What's a matter, mister? You got no sportin' blood?

I don't give a holler down a dry well what one man does with another

but settin' dumb animals on one another is not my idea of a sport.

My name's Brock.

–That's, uh, quite a dog you own. –I don't own him.

Don't string me, mister. I wanna buy him.

You can't buy him off of me.

Well, who do I talk to?

Talk to the dog.

Smithers, we just found our next fightin' dog.

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What's a matter, Sam?

That dog put another notch in your hide?

You know you're only spooked.

He just nicked you a little bit.

Ah, you're gettin' old, Sam.

You didn't raise half as much fuss that time that

mountain lion creased your skull, and you never even yelped

when you tangled with that Apache arrow.

And you're gettin' soft, too.

Too much easy livin', that's what your problem is.

And too much time.

People been feedin' you fancy table scraps

and now here you are sittin' in a hotel.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Go on. Beat it.

Ah...

[Doorknob moving]

[Cocks gun]

Hey, Hondo! [Laughs]

You old hammerhead.

What are you doin'? You ain't sleepin'!

Yeah, I was sleepin'.

About time you got here. I thought maybe you had the wrong town.

Ah, no, sir. You take it from me.

This is the right town. You have really got the right town.

You know what they got in this here pueblo? Do you know?

Dancin' girls!

Is that right?

This is a town that's really got the hair on. Now come on.

Quit soakin' up the shade. Let's go.

Aren't you forgettin' somethin'?

Oh, Hondo, this... this ain't no time to

to bring up that paltry five-dollar loan you made me.

I'm not talkin' about that. What about Captain Richards

and the man from Washington we're supposed to meet?

Well, thanks for remindin' me about that loan anyway.

Well, uh... Well, Richards and them they'll be in town tomorrow.

Now come on with me. I want you to see these little gals.

They are real eyeball-poppers.

Catalog women.

[Buffalo laughs]

I tell ya, Hondo. You gotta see these little gals to believe 'em.

You never see'd such dancin' in all your life.

Buffalo, I was talkin' to you about Jamarro.

Oh, who wants to talk about that old Apache?

I come here to see me some high-steppin' beauties.

Hey, bring on them dancin' gals!

If that fella from Washington don't get here pretty soon

there's gonna be a dance in Jamarro's camp. A war dance.

Yeah, well, if he's got any of them pretty little squaws

I'll be in that camp.

Hey, barkeep.

Come here, come here.

When's the next round of this here show go on?

In a minute now. You better get yourself a good spot.

Yeah, yeah! Come on, Hondo.

Let's get way down front. We don't wanna miss none of this.

Oh, my beer. Wait. Wait a minute, Hondo.

Yeah.

[Piano music]

And now, ladies and gentlemen, introducing

Mr. Bob Blakely. That's me. [Laughs]

And my Boston Belles.

[Cheering]

[Piano music]

♪ Hangtown girls are plump and rosy ♪

♪ hair in ringlets, mighty cozy ♪

♪ painted cheeks and fancy bonnets ♪

♪ touch them and they'll sting like hornets ♪

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

♪ pure enough for monks and preachers ♪

♪ head thrown back to show their features ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, Hangtown girls ♪

[Laughing]

[Cheering]

They both good lookers, ain't they?

But, uh, I better take the carrot top.

Ah, you can have both of 'em. It's all right with me.

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

♪ pure enough for monks and preachers ♪

♪ heads thrown back to show their features ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, Hangtown girls ♪

♪ On the street they're always grinnin' ♪

♪ Modestly they lift their linen ♪

♪ petticoats all trimmed with laces ♪

♪ matching well their painted faces ♪

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

♪ pure enough for monks and preachers ♪

♪ heads thrown back to show their features ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, Hangtown girls ♪

♪ To church they very seldom venture ♪

♪ hoops so large they cannot enter ♪

♪ go it, gals, you're young and tender ♪

♪ shun the pick-and-shovel gender ♪

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

♪ pure enough for monks and preachers ♪

♪ heads thrown back to show their features ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, Hangtown girls ♪

[Laughing]

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

♪ pure enough for monks and preachers ♪

♪ heads thrown back to show their features ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, Hangtown girls ♪

♪ Hangtown girls are plump and rosy ♪

♪ hair in ringlets, mighty cozy ♪

♪ painted cheeks and fancy bonnets ♪

♪ touch them and they'll sting like hornets ♪

♪ Hangtown girls are lovely creatures ♪

[Laughing]

[Dancer screams]

–All right, all right. Let's break it up! –Yahoo!

All right. Just havin' a little fun.

You oughta do somethin'.

That fella's tryin' to throw a halter on your girl.

Well, I said that both of 'em are yours.

All right, come on!

Off the stage! You're not part of this act!

I'm enjoyin' it, fella!

All right. Get off the stage! You're not part of this act!

I just warned you.

[Screams]

[Screams]

You got a good pair of fists, mister.

How 'bout tryin' me?

[Cheering]

For prize money.

[All] Yeah.

Mister, you really ache to fight one way or another, don't ya?

That's my trade.

Well, you better do your tradin' somewhere else.

Hey, Hondo, how 'bout this?

A whole jug of scamper juice and it's on the house

account of the owner liked the way you handled that trouble up there.

You know, I'm gettin' tired of hittin' that fella, even if I don't like him.

[Laughs] Yeah.

They sure do put on a good show here, don't they?

All different kinds of entertainment.

You better...

take a little breather between gulps

we've gotta go to work tomorrow.

Well, that's tomorrow.

Tonight I'm gonna wear calluses on both my elbows.

You know this owner fella tells me that we can have

all of this we want.

I might even try for a new record.

[Snoring]

You're sure Hondo Lane and that other fella are still up there?

Both in the same room.

Put down enough whiskey to drown a regiment.

Did you dope up that new dog?

Went down to the livery stable an hour ago and done it, Mr. Brock.

I even used more stuff than you told me.

Well, I hope you didn't kill him.

Now, we'll get the dog. Jake, you ride ahead to Brewster.

Pass out the posters and start drummin' up the business.

Once I get him trained, I'll have myself a real attraction.

Get the muzzle on him and throw him in the cage.

[Snoring]

–(Hondo) Buffalo! –Hmm?

Hey, Buffalo!

Hondo.

Hondo!

Are you all right?

Can you... can you see my legs?

Yeah, I can see your legs.

–Can you see my arms? –Yep.

Hondo, do they all appear to be fixed on to the right part of my carcass?

Well, they look about as good as they've ever been.

[Sighs]

[Laughs]

Well then, if you would help me put my head back on.

Real easy.

I guess I'm all right.

Will you get this thing off of you?

[Laughs]

I bet we had a good time last night, huh?

Yeah, we sure did.

–You know them little dancin' beauties down at the saloon? –Yeah.

I was wonderin' if they might be dancin' again this morning, huh?

[Laughs]

Well, I don't know. I'm gonna go get some breakfast.

Ah!

I was figurin' on goin' down seein' my horse and

and seein' how he spent the night.

Well, I hope he spent it better than you did.

Hondo!

I was figurin' on moseyin' on down to the livery barn and

takin' a look at that foot on my horse.

Well, Richards is sure takin' his time gettin' here.

Aw, they oughta be here in a couple of hours.

You know it just hit me, I...

I ain't seen old Sam no place.

Probably hustlin' up his breakfast somewhere.

I reckon.

–Sam? –Ridin' out today?

–That's right. –Well, he's all saddled up.

Thanks.

–Sam? –You mean that big dog came into town with you yesterday?

–Well, he ain't here. –What do you mean he ain't here?

Well, my horse is all right. He was only foolin'.

–Sam? –Oh, I started to tell ya.

That big fella Brock said he was takin' the dog.

–You know, since he didn't belong to nobody. –Takin' him where?

With him. You know, fight him in the pit.

–Which way did he go? –North.

Now you hold on a minute.

Hondo, we gotta wait right here for Cap' Richards and that there diplomat.

Tell Cap'n Richards I'll be back.

What's got into you anyway? I never knowed you to

fret like this over the dog before.

That's when he was with me. Nobody's gonna make a

pit fighter outta Sam.

Uh, Hondo, we got our orders. Doggone it, we gotta stay here.

–Mr. Brock? –Mm-hmm?

Aren't you gonna give that dog a little water?

–That sun's hot. –He'll get water when I say.

His training's started.

Let him get mad enough to kill for water.

But you ain't got time to train before we get to...

I just want him mean and vicious enough to get a fight out of him.

He don't need as much training as some.

Ah, this heat is brutal, Captain.

In fact, this whole country is savage and brutal.

Cactus, heat, dust...

No, thanks.

Well, that's what I thought at first, Mr. Markham, but after a while you, uh...

begin to see the good points.

I don't intend to be here long enough for that.

When do we reach this Indian village?

We'll meet Mr. Lane. He'll guide us the rest of the way.

All right, but I have not only a treaty agreement to be signed

but full authorization to direct this mission.

I understand that, sir.

I'm prepared to follow your instructions.

Unfortunately, certain arrangements were made without my knowledge.

How much intelligence and good faith can we expect

from a red savage like this Jamarro?

–Mr. Lane says he can be trusted. –But can Mr. Lane be trusted?

I understand he was married to an Indian girl

and some Apache chief or other was his father-in-law.

He can be trusted.

You didn't have to ride out to meet us, Mr. Lane.

I didn't. I thought you were headin' in from the south.

We had to find a place to meet Mr. Markham.

Be more convenient for him.

Mr. Markham, this is Mr. Lane.

I must say you're not quite what I expected, Lane.

Where's Mr. Baker?

I left him in town. He's waitin' for you.

All right. We'll send for him. We'll leave directly for Jamarro's camp from here.

Black!

Ride into town. Bring back Mr. Baker with you.

Well, I got some business to take care of first, Captain. I'll be back later.

Mr. Lane.

You know how important this mission is.

As it is, we barely have enough time to meet Jamarro at his deadline.

I'll be back.

Mr. Lane

I'm in charge of this mission and I suggest you put your private affairs after public welfare.

Now let's get started to this Jamarro's camp.

Mr. Marham, you can leave anytime you want. I said I'd be back later.

You are employed because you know this country and these Indians.

You made all the arrangements yourself.

Now I insist that you take us there without delay.

Look, I said I'd be back.

Let me spell it out to you very clearly.

Congress is due to end their current session.

And if that signed treaty is not laid before them at once

it might be pigeon-holed indefinitely.

Perhaps never acted on.

So...

if we don't move immediately

I'll start back to Washington at once

and simply report I could get no cooperation out here.

You decide to stay, Mr. Lane?

Yeah.

We'll wait here for Mr. Baker. When we start we'll stay clear of the main trail.

From here on I don't want to make anyone curious. We'll wait here for Mr. Baker. When we start we'll stay clear of the main trail.

From here on I don't want to make anyone curious.

–Meanwhile you can take a look at that treaty. –I don't think that's necessary.

I beg your pardon, sir. I do.

They will follow their road for a long distance, then turn off

into Jamarro territory.

We will trap them in half-moon pass.

–Mr. Brock? –Yeah?

You know that dog still ain't been watered.

After his lesson. He ain't mean enough yet.

Why don't you let me give him some now?

Now shut up about the dog!

Gettin' a little anxious, are you, killer?

All right.

Let's get at it.

Now you learn pretty good.

Now let's see you really show those teeth.

[Barks]

[Barks]

Nakka, Goya, and the other braves have been away too long.

The hunting may be poor.

The animals are very few this year.

It is not hunting for animals that drives Nakka.

Go find him. Tell him his chief Jamarro orders him to return at once.

(Hondo) All right, you men, let's go. Let's keep movin'.

Can't you get a little more speed outta those horses?

What's a matter, Lane? Have you miscalculated? Are we behind schedule?

Nothin' says we can't ge there ahead of time.

What's the hurry?

–Got somethin' to do. –Right now you've got this to do.

Captain, I'm disturbed by that man's attitude.

He's capricious. He runs hot and cold.

He won't go at all, then he wants to go faster.

You put our lives into the hands of a man like that?

Will you quit chafin' at the bit?

That lousy hound can take care of himself!

Pull up. I'm thirsty.

Whoa.

Ah.

[Sam barking]

It's about time for another lesson.

You gonna work on him again, Mr. Brock?

You got him real mean already.

Not half as mean as I'm gonna get him.

I treat my dog and my helper about the same.

Only don't you get the idea you're as valuable as he is.

No, sir.

[Barks]

Hear that, Smithers?

His voice is changin' already.

A little more training

he'll forget everything decent he's ever known.

[Barks]

Not now.

Not now, not anymore, Mr. Brock. Please don't.

I do what pleases me

and if you don't like it

I'll leave you out here with the rattlesnakes.

[Snarls]

[Barks]

Jamarro sends word.

You return to camp at once.

[Gunshot]

I'm tellin' you, Hondo, we keep on poundin' leather this way

we're liable to lose that big man from Washington.

Right now if it's a question between losin' him and Sam

Sam wins.

That Markham can be a lotta trouble.

That looks like Brock's wagon.

Hey, you hold on now.

We gotta turn off in Jamarro territory up here a ways.

We can't just go chasin' off like...

Whatever you say, compadre.

Trail begins here to Jamarro territory.

Soldiers and big man from Washington must come this way.

But Hondo and the other one ride away from the soldiers.

They are scouting.

They will come back and bring the others this way.

Soon they will ride into half-moon pass

and they will never ride out.

That ain't the fella that's got Sam.

It's them dancin' women, Hondo!

Yeah.

Well, ain't you even gonna talk to 'em

after we rode all this ways?

Uh, Hondo, they mighta seen the fella with Sam.

You know show business people they all go to the same places.

Yoo hoo!

Whoa!

Why, it's Mr. Lane, the man who took care of the bully on the stage last night.

I was right behind him, ma'am.

Right behind him, backin' him up in case that fight got outta hand.

You come across a man named Brock fights dogs?

We sure did. He forced us off the road this morning.

Turned our wagon over.

He'll do anything to try and get to a town ahead of us so his act can get all the business.

How far do you think he is?

He's probably in Brewster by now.

Brewster, huh? Thanks, miss.

Hey, hold on, Hondo. We gotta report back to Cap' Richards.

I'm goin' to Brewster.

Well, tell Richards then. You owe him that much.

Come on.

–Hiyah! –Ah, hey...

My friend he ain't too strong on show business.

He... he mostly like dog acts.

[Laughs]

Now me, of course, I've got a more discerning eye.

I've been all around and I'm gonna be in the front row when you go on.

Hiyah!

Rest the horses.

Where've you two been?

I need scouts to go scouting for my scouts?

Captain, I just found out what I had to know.

–Well, what does that mean? –I'm goin' to Brewster.

Sorry, you're not leaving.

I'm leaving.

Mr. Lane, I never met Jamarro.

If we ride in there without you, we have no credentials at all.

You're the one that has his trust, not any of us.

I'm not gonna jeopardize this mission.

I'll be there.

That's right

because you're takin' us there.

Well, Hondo, there's just one thing straight out.

We're gonna have trouble with that Markham.

Look at him up there, sharpenin' his horns, and...

What's goin' on here?

Well, it's just a friendly little discussion.

I see no reason for calling another halt or friendly talks.

Things don't always go smoothly, Mr. Markham.

Buffalo.

I know, I know.

But it did cool you off some. Here.

Aw, this whole thing should've been handled differently.

We should've led a full compliment of soldiers

under the command of a competent senior officer

to take us into what you call Jamarro territory.

There's no need for that, Mr. Markham.

Mr. Lane

we're riding out now.

I'm ready.

They're coming!

[Speaks Apache]

[Gunshots]

[Horses neigh]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Jamarro?

No.

[Yelling]

That's Jamarro.

[Gunshots]

[Groans]

I ordered Nakka to return to our camp.

He would not listen.

Jamarro, Captain Richards.

Hondo's word is true.

He has brought you.

Ah, and only four bluecoats. That is good.

–You're Jamarro? –Yes.

But you killed Indians.

Your own people.

Hondo gave me his trust. I return that trust.

This is big man Great White Father sends to talk peace?

Yeah, Mr. Markham.

Special agent from the Great White Father in Washington.

Chief Jamarro, chief of the Mescaleros.

Well, it was my job to bring you two together.

Sign your paper with all the ceremony you want.

I'm goin' to Brewster.

We go now to our village to talk peace

with much ceremony.

Much ceremony, much ceremony.

–You are friend of Hondo? –Yeah, that's right.

Uh, this is strange way of speaking...

why?

Well, he's worried about Sam.

Sam?

Yeah, Sam's a dog.

A dog he says he don't own.

[Snarls]

Now keep in mind all you he-men

that the dog fight isn't all of the show.

There's a chance for a lot of money

for the man that'll fight me in the pit.

(Brock) He's not bad.

Wild dog, half wolf.

Jake he hired a couple of fellas to trap him for us.

Dog's still doped some.

I'd like nothin' better than to set him free.

Sheriff, that wouldn't be legal, would it?

Private property and all that?

Everything's kept legal. We see to that.

Sorta sickenin', I'd say.

Where's your sportin' blood, Sheriff?

[Growls]

[Cheering]

Any other challengers?

Well, that concludes the first part of our entertainment.

And now we present to you

the sporting event of the century.

This savage fighting dog you see here

against this wild animal just trapped and brought in from the high country.

My assistant here will pass among you and gladly accept any and all bets

on the wild dog.

And we promise you

a fight for your money.

That's my dog. You're not gonna fight him.

That right?

No, he's mine.

Well, I'll prove you're wrong.

Sam.

[Growls]

Sam.

Sam!

[Growls]

Whose dog?

(Sheriff) Must be some mistake, mister.

(Brock) Of course there is. I've had that dog for a long time.

I trained him myself.

He's a pure killer. I never take the chain off until I loose him in the pit.

Fight you for the dog.

How 'bout that, folks?

Wanna see me fight this fella before we loose the dogs? It won't take long.

All right.

If you beat me, you get the dog.

And if I whip you

he stays with me.

You got a deal.

[Cheering]

[Barks]

[Barks]

[Cheering]

[Sam barking]

[Barks]

[Cheering]

[Barks]

[Cheering]

[Growls]

[Barks]

[Barks]

(Brock) Get him off!

Get this dog off me!

Sam!

Get off of him, Sam.

[Sam growling]

(Hondo) Sam!

[Sam whimpering]

My dog?

I'd say so.

What's gonna happen to him?

What'll it be like for him out there?

Don't know, but it's gotta be a lot better than it is around here.

Thanks for helpin' out in there.

Where's Brock?

Don't know.

Not workin' for him anymore.

Brock was mostly in one piece.

Mr. Baker told me about your dog.

Well, he's not my dog, Captain. He...

belongs to nobody but himself.

I just want to say, Mr. Lane, Washington will hear

how much all of us owe to you.

Chief Jamarro couldn't have been more considerate.

What happened to your face?

Nothin' wrong with my face.

[Barks]

[Sam barking]

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