All language subtitles for Broken Trail (2006) 1080p_eng

(DOOR OPENING)

(MAN BARKING ORDERS
IN MANDARIN)

(WOMAN SPEAKING MANDARIN)

(MAN SPEAKING MANDARIN)

(GIRL WHIMPERING)

l have many girls.

Come. Come. l show you.

(WOMAN SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Look.

(WOMAN SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(WOMAN SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlRL WHlMPERlNG)

(WHlMPERlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(WHlMPERlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Nice?

l'll take this one.

Look.

What's wrong with her?

(lN MANDARlN ACCENT)
Bound feet.

Very special.

Yes?

l'll take her.

Sale.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(TRAlN ENGlNE CHUGGlNG)

(HORN BLOWlNG)

FENDER:
l must be out of my mind

to be out here
in the middle of nowhere
with these little bitches.

That's right. Eat up.

l need you girls
nice and healthy.

Stop staring at me like that.

Maybe what you need
is a lesson, huh?

That's what these girls need,

a lesson.

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

(HORSE SNORTlNG)

(COW MOOlNG)

(MEN CHATTERlNG)

(DOG BARKlNG)

MAN 1 : Just hold her there.

(COW MOOlNG lN PAlN)

MAN 2: l got it.

MAN 3: Bring it in, Billy.
Come on, let's go.

Keep it steady.

There you go.

(COW MOOlNG lN PAlN)

l'm looking for a Tom Harte.

l'm his uncle.

Harte's got a family?

Who would have figured?

PRlNT: Tom, boy.

Young Tom.

Jack, this is my uncle, Print.

Print Ritter.

What brings you out this far?

l thought maybe
you'd gone under.

No, sir.

l ain't gone under yet.
No, sir.

But your mother did.

She passed away
two weeks ago.

Her hired man found her
in the vegetable garden.

ls he taking
care of the place now?

Yes, sir.

l need to say something
straight out.

She wrote a will.

She left it all to me.
Now, l don't know
why she done it,

or what was crossed
between you two,
but she done it.

The land, the livestock,
everything.

lt ain't a fortune,
but it's legit.

ls that it?

That's it.

(COW MOOlNG)

Well, she did write
this letter to you

a while back.

Your name, Tom, is on there.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

PRlNT: l don't feel
good about this at all.

That's why l come out here.

l want to talk.

You see,

your mother made me
the executor to her will.

She left everything to me,
except there was a codicil.

You could buy
the old Fairburn place,

you know the two sections
that run down from
the Steens to the Malheur,

from her estate,

if you've a mind to.

l can buy it?

Yeah. Market price.

The will's on file
over the Burns.

Son of a bitch.

That's mother's milk.

Yeah.

More like hind tit.

You know, son,
l don't like this
any more than you do

but l got this idea,
might be good for both of us.

l got this idea to take
horses back to Wyoming.

Listen to this,
you're gonna like this.

Listen to this.

"Wanted,

"hot or cold-blooded horses.

"Sound and disease-free.

"Three to eight years of age.

"Purchase price commiserate
with the quality of stock.

"Contact William Moncrieffe,
Sheridan, Wyoming.

"Agent for
Her Majesty's War Office,
British Empire."

What do you say?

Like that idea?

Uh?

PRlNT: Why don't we take
some of your ma's money

and buy
a big string of horses?

Might be a handy way
to increase our capital.

And l'm thinking tough,
high-desert mustangs.

They can go unshod

and ought to be
fairly broke by the time
we get to Sheridan.

On shares?

l figure

a 25-75 split on profits
after expenses
and loan repayment.

Loan repayment?
To the bank.

l'd have to put the ranch
up as collateral.

Well, what the shit
kind of deal is that?

You take the family ranch
to borrow money to buy horses?

Well, that's. . .

That's one way
of looking at it.

What's the other?

Well, you can stay here,
cutting the nuts off
another man's cows

for chuck and wages
till you're all stove up

and walking around
like a crab,

like all the other
bachelor cowhands
from here to the Dalles.

No disrespect meant.

Truth is,

you're as loose
as ashes in the wind.

How many horses
you say we can handle?

Three to five hundred head,
give or take.

Well. . .

Good to see
you're still riding
old Bob Tate.

You bet.

So, you ready, buckaroo?
Let's do it.

Whoa, whoa.

(TOM SHOUTlNG COMMANDS)

Keep going.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

The other way.

Go the other way!

PRlNT: Just hold on.

Hold up.
Just hold them up
to the right.

TOM: You heard him.

Move them to the left.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Come on.

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

Let's do it!

Let's move them out.

Move it! Move it!

(WHlSTLlNG)

Let's move them out.
Hold them !

Move them out east.

Let's go.

Get them to a run.

(SHOUTlNG COMMANDS)

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

PRlNT: Nothing like
a 1 0-mile romp

to knock the edge off them.

Figured out
who's gonna be the caporal
of this mob, Mr. Ritter?

l'd say that stout grey,
that flea-bitten mare
right there.

You're gonna have
your hands full, Mr. Ritter.

You sure you don't want
a couple of us to go along?

No, boys, we can handle it.

That ought to
about do it, Vick.
Appreciate the help.

Thank you.
See you next spring.

Plan on it.

(MAN SHOUTlNG COMMANDS
TO HORSES)

PRlNT: Come on, boys.

Come on now, boys.

Gonna walk them all the way
to Wyoming, Nephew.

Walk them in the morning.

Graze them at night,
all night, and let them rest.

We don't want to
come in with a bunch of
skin and bones. No, sir.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

When the lndians first
laid eyes on them,

they called them "god dogs."

"God dogs"?

Yeah, it was
the Spanish in them.

Been on the loose
for a long time.

Yeah, we ought to think
about coming up here
and spending next summer.

Yeah.

Let's get your herd
delivered first.

lt's a damn sight
more yours than it is mine.

Well, l don't feel that way.

Don't think
your ma would either.

(TOM GRUNTS)

"Tom.

"As you seem to have
had little interest
in the homestead,

"l see no reason
to burden you
with its ownership.

"You are free to pursue
your own opportunities.

"Your mother."

Not very generous.

(GRUNTS)

She never got over
my running off to buckaroo.

Yeah.

Losing, er, your pa
made her a hard woman.

Still,

l sent money home
after every season.

You know,

sometimes l look up there,
l see those lights,

l think maybe the Old Man

is not too happy
with the way things
are down here.

Yeah.

lt's funny,

l always got the feeling
it meant he was pleased.

Yeah.

lt's a great life

when it ain't raining
or snowing.

(CHUCKLlNG)

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

PRlNT: Come on, boys.

Come on, boys.

(URGlNG HORSES)

PRlNT: Come on, boys.
Let's go. Come on.

Nephew, let's go.

Get going.

(URGlNG HORSES)

PRlNT:
Wyoming's waiting on us.

(URGlNG HORSES)

Let's do it.

PRlNT: They say Wyoming's
hell on women and horses.

We're going to
find out soon enough,
at least one aspect of it.

(lN MANDARlN)

Where is he taking us?

(lN MANDARlN)

Our families sold us
into service.

He must be very rich
to need five servants.

(lN MANDARlN)

This is not a rich man's cart.

(lN MANDARlN)

Maybe he plans to kill us.

(lN MANDARlN)

Why would he buy us
just to kill us?

(lN MANDARlN)

He does not plan to kill us.

But l think
we may wish he did.

You girls shut up.

l'm sick of listening
to that cackling.

(URGlNG HORSES)

PRlNT: You feel like
going in for supplies?
TOM: Sure.

Go easy on the whiskey.

lt don't always
suit your temperament.
And don't dawdle.

l don't want to be
having to worry about
coming to fetch you.

Thank you.

(MAKlNG KlSSlNG SOUNDS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

(HORSE SNORTlNG)

Ma'am.

Howdy.

Hi, can l help you?

l need, uh, supplies.

Flour,

bacon,

four sacks of Arbuckles,

some cut tobacco,

and four boxes of
therapeutic papers.

(WOMEN CHATTERlNG)

Anything else?

Um, you sell whiskey?

No, sir.
Up the hill at the saloon.
They'll take care of you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Hi.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

(MAN PLAYlNG FlDDLE)

Howdy.

Get a shot of whiskey
and three bottles to
take away?

l thought
l told you yesterday,
no panhandling in here.

lt's a free country.
l got a right
to earn a living.

Not in here. Let's go.

l'd like to hear him
play the fiddle.

And who the hell are you?

Just a fellow that enjoys
fiddle playing.

l'll kick the both of youse
out then. Let's go.

(PEOPLE EXCLAlMlNG)

(GROANlNG)

Want a drink?

Don't mind if l do.

lt's on him.

Thank you.
Welcome.

Much obliged.

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

l hired a new man.

What for?

l thought you might
like some music.

And that's his purpose?

(LAUGHS)

That and to help out
with the nighthawking and pull
that pack horse around.

Does he have a name?

Yes, sir. Henry Gilpin.

But you can call me Heck.

All right, Hank.

We'll see what you can do.

Thank you, sir.
l appreciate it.

(EXCLAlMS)

Thank you.

Nature's call.

(PRlNT MUTTERlNG)

Man guaranteed me
those therapeutic papers

wouldn't have
any splinters in them.

Let you judge that.

Hey, l was thinking
we ought to stay off

the main trail
as long as possible.

Probably be better
forage anyway.

PRlNT: Okay with me
long as the river crossings
ain't bad.

How's it going?

Find any wood chips
or splinters?

l tell you, it beats
corncobs and sage grass
any day.

Yes, sir.

(PRlNT GRUNTlNG)

(CLlCKlNG TONGUE)

(WHlSTLlNG)

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

FENDER: Morning.

Y'all off to church?

(LAUGHlNG)

No, indeed.

Captain Billy Fender.

Gentlemen,

as you can see,
l have purchased,

at a great expense mind you,

five exotic virgins
from the Celestial Empire.

l'm headed out to
the mining camps,
where those men out there

will pay good money
to deflower one of these
little lotus blossoms.

You seem to be traveling
in the same direction.

You gents mind if l tag along?

God only knows
l can use the company.

Conversation's been
a bit thin.

(URGlNG HORSES)

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

FENDER:
Pick that up!

(GlRL WHlSPERlNG lN MANDARlN)

FENDER: Put some more wood
on that fire.

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Got a couple of extra rabbits,
if you'd care to join us.

Don't mind if l do.

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Drink up, gents.

(GRUNTlNG)

Gentlemen,

l don't mind confiding in you,
but l have a little problem
on my hands here.

l was supposed to
deliver virgins,

but since l left
San Francisco
l deflowered one,

which cuts back on her

enhanced value considerably.

You know, it must be
an acquired taste. l. . .

l don't understand it.

l like to have a gal
that knows what the hell
she's doing.

But some men will pay
a big price to get that
first slice of the cake.

l'll tell you what, gents.

lf you're interested,

l'll let you have a stab
at the almost virgin
for a buck apiece.

How does that sound?

l'll pass.

(CLEARlNG THROAT)

(LAUGHlNG)

Hey.

Get me another bottle
out of my bag.

FENDER: Not you, her.

Her.

l tell you they are
as dumb as dirt.

(WHlSPERlNG lN MANDARlN)

Give me that.
Get out of here.

Jesus, what's wrong
with her feet?

FENDER: Her feet?

l'll tell you.

ln China,
when they're little girls,
they take their feet

and they break their toes.

And they bind them up
underneath real tight.

You know why they do that?

'Cause it gives them
a stronger sex desire.

(SNlCKERlNG)

Yeah, those guys
at the mines will pay
premium for that one.

How about another one, gents?

This is the last one for me.

Okay.

Ooh !
Here have
another one. There.

l'll take just a touch.

Oh, that's plenty.
That's plenty.

Last one.

Oh, God,
he will be drunk again.

This man has abused us.

Now there are three more men.

We are ruined.

Maybe they are not like him.

FENDER:
Can you play that fiddle?

l do.

Why don't you
play me a little tune?

Well, not tonight, Captain.

Come on, you know what,
play me a nice lrish jig
that l can dance to.

You know, l love to dance.

(LAUGHlNG) l tell you,
l used to be a good. . .

l used to be
a good dancer in my day.

Not tonight.
l think l'll pass.

He who sins when drunk

shall be punished when sober.

Amen.

Amen.

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

Are they dead?

(COUGHlNG)

TOM: Hey.

Gilpin.

TOM: Print.

(EXCLAlMS)

(GROANlNG)

My money belt's gone.

Oh, shit!
My money belt's gone.

(GlRLS SCREAMlNG)

Shit!

Where's our money and horses?

(GlRLS WHlMPERlNG)

Easy, boy.
They sure as shit
didn't take them.

That little weasel
doctored the bug juice

and swapped stock on us.

PRlNT: What idiots.
All of us.

What idiots, all of us.
ldiots.

At least we're still heeled.

Ah, you wait here.

What're you doing?

l'll tell you what l'm doing,
l'm going after that jackass.

l'll get our money back.

Yeah, well,
make sure you get back.

PRlNT: Ladies,

it's about time
we was introduced.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlRLS WHlMPERlNG)

Hey, now.

Okay. All right.

Here's the deal.

Now,

you're gonna be Number One.

All right?

Could you say "One"?

One. You're One.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)
PRlNT: One.

One.

GlRLS: One.

Very good.

You're Two.

Say "Two."
Two.

No, no, she's Two,
you're One.

One. Two.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Say "Two."

Two. Say "Two." Say "Two."

Two.
Two.

Good. Very good.

Now you, you're Three.

Three.
Three.

Three.
Very good.

And she's going to be
Number Four.

Number four, number four.

She doesn't want four.
lt's bad luck, means death.

PRlNT: Four.
You're Four.

l don't want to die.

She doesn't want to be Four?

l don't want to die.

She can be Number Five.

lt's okay, don't be scared.

When Tom brings
your sister back,
she'll be Four. All right?

So, that's what?

Get it right or l'm gonna
paint numbers on your back.

One.
GlRLS: One.

Two.
GlRLS: Two.

Three. Four.

And little Number Five.
GlRLS: Five.

Give me a smile.
Little Number Five?

Five. Five.
PRlNT: Good.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Good.

(FLlES BUZZlNG)

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

(PANTlNG)

Dance now, son of a bitch.

(PRlNT SLURPlNG)

PRlNT: Mmm, good.

(PRlNT CHUCKLES)

Number Five. Yum, yum.

Mmm.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

Ye Fung.
Ye Fung.

Ye Fung.
Ye Fung !

Ye Fung !
Ye Fung !

He did it.

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Bring her here.

Put her by the fire.

Was he sober?

What's that?

PRlNT:
Captain Fender,
was he sober?

He said, "lf you sin
when you're drunk,

"you'll have to pay
when you're sober."

He was sober enough.

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

You ain't been introduced.

Ladies.

Ladies, this here's Tom.
Everybody say "Tom."

Tom.

Tom.

Tom.

PRlNT: Tom.

GlRLS: Tom.

Very, very good.

Tom, this is

Number One,

Two,

Three,

Four.

That's little Number Five.

Now, there you go.
Everybody knows everybody.

(CHUCKLlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Thank you.

TOM: So what do
they call you?

Ladies,

who am l?

Honkle Pren.

Honkle Pren.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

"Honkle Pren."

Uncle Pren, huh?

Yeah.

So l went and got horses
and our money, and l had to
stretch a fellow,

while you started
a finishing school
for Chinese girls.

You all right, son?

Yeah, l'm all right.

l left my rope
back there, though.

Well, listen,

man like that ain't
worth the food he eats

much less the price
of a decent rope.

(GASPlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(MULES BRAYlNG)

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(MAKlNG KlSSlNG SOUNDS)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

l think these masters
will be kind.

The young one killed
our last master.

To save Ye Fung.

l was not saved.

But you are alive.

No, l am a ghost.

Take that back.
lt's bad luck.

YE FUNG:
My luck cannot get worse.

You will curse us all.

l entered the 1 8th hell
a long time ago.

We are already cursed.

Stop it.

She only has us.
We only have each other.

Hey, darling.

A little magic here now,
a little magic.

See?

Eh? Eh?

See?
See?

(LAUGHS)

This is the way
you eat it, see?

You open it up. Like that.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)
See?

You eat it.

See, like this.

lt's called a peanut.

(LAUGHS)

Okay, you eat it.

They're sure gonna be
a hell of a drag
on our trail time.

Nephew, if they was
five ladies from Canyon City,
telling us what to do,

with all the gaggling
and prattling going on,

we'd be ready to
slit our throats.

Even so, l'll feel better
when we find a safe place
to leave them.

Get back to the task at hand.

Yeah.

lf you don't eat,
you will get sick.

lf you get sick,

they will leave us behind.

Please eat, Ye Fung.

Don't make them
leave us behind.

l don't want to.

Eat.

PRlNT: Let's go.

Now, miss,
you grab this horn, see,
and one, two, three.

There you go.
Put your leg over.
That's it.

Good.

lt's easy.

Easy, all right.

Okay.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(CLlCKlNG TONGUE)

(GlRL EXCLAlMS)

Ho-Hold on. Hold on.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)
There you go.
You'll be fine.

Come on. Come on.

Another short man
in the West. Come on.

Come on, now. Come on.
You're doing fine.

There you go.
There you go.

(GlRL SCREAMlNG)

That's okay.
You're doing great.
Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Look at Number Five.
She's got it licked.
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Attagirl.

Come on.

Yeah.

Attagirl.
You're doing great.

(GlRL WHlMPERlNG)

How'd you like it? Really?

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

You liked that, didn't you?
Come on down.

Told you you could do it.
Now grab hold.

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

PRlNT: Found your
balance all right.

Good.

Yeah.

Told you you could do it.

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

What? Huh?

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Yeah?

You betcha.

l agree with everything
you say. That's right.

(PRlNT URGlNG HORSES)

Go!

TOM: Whoa.

PRlNT: Go! Go!

(HORSE WHlNNYlNG)

Whoa!

Don't watch,
turn your heads.

Turn your heads.

Mai Ling, turn your head.

(GUN FlRlNG)

(HORSE NElGHlNG lN PAlN)

What happened?

Come on. Come on.

HECK: Giddyup. Giddyup.

Busted foreleg
on that big sorrel.

(DOG BARKlNG)

(SHEEP BLEATlNG)

Afternoon.

To you as well.

Whoa.

Are you boys local
or just passing through?

Heading north.

Up from old Mexico?

No, from Navarra.

Navarra, Spain.
We're Basque.

A friend or enemy?

A friend, l think.

Yes, a friend.

What's your name?

Valentin Ugalde.

Print Ritter.

Now, how's it
out east of here?
You been there?

We're heading north.

Some Paiutes
jumped the reservation.

Thanks for the heads up.

Now, let me ask you something.

Can l buy one of them
sheep off you?

We're about played out
on rabbit these days.

You buy the lamb,
l'll cook it for you tonight.

A new menu tonight.

Yeah?
Lamb.

(LAUGHS)

Sounds good to me.

Man says there's
Paiute trouble to the east.

Recommend we change course.

We go south there's nothing
but blowed out country
all the way to Ogden.

Let's head north.

You're the boss.

TOM: Sure does smell good.

There.

They overcook
and ruin the lamb.

Am l doing this right?

Yes.

Girls.

Try that. No?

No, we don't eat that,
but thanks.

No? All right.

That stuff stinks.

(BOTH GlGGLlNG)

We've been using
the wrong bait.

Try this here.
Oh, yeah.

You know what,
give me one.
Here we go.

l got it. Give me that one.

Give it here.
Oh, so good.

PRlNT: lt's okay. Try that.

Go on.

Yeah.

First peanuts, and now this.

Here you go, ladies.

(STAMMERlNG)
Try some of
Mr. Ritter's biscuits.

All right, come on.
Thank you.

(GlRLS GlGGLlNG)

l tell you, Nephew,
we were fishing
with the wrong bait.

Go in there, Hank.
And now, One, Two,
Three, Four.

Where's Number Two?

Gilpin, cut one of them
biscuits in half,

put some more jam on it
for Number Two.

HECK: Yes, sir.
Yeah.

Where is Number Two?
Where's she at?

(GlRLS WHlSPERlNG)

She don't look good.

Hell, man, she's on fire.

(MOANlNG)

ls she dying?

Hank, what do you
make of this?

What's that?

PRlNT: Uh-oh.

Let's see.

That's a tick.

Probably tick fever.

That ain't good.

No, it's as bad
as milk fever
is in young ones.

Let me go get these girls
and we'll check them
for ticks, too.

What else can l do?

You're doing it.

You got any pull
with the Almighty,

you might wanna
speak up for her.

We're not properly
equipped or suited

to take care of
these girls, l tell you.

(GlRLS CRYlNG)

Let's pay our respects.

Mai Ling.

We wish you a good journey.

Come on.

Goodbye, Mai Ling,
little sister.

You have anything
you want to say?

Said it last night.

PRlNT: Okay.

(EXHALlNG)

The second time
l've done this.

lt don't get any easier.

We're all travelers
in this world.

From the sweet grass
to the packing house.

Birth till death.

We travel between
the eternities.

Nephew.

Whoa.
Whoa.

ED: Howdy.

Horse took a wrong step
in a creek a ways back
and snapped his cannon bone.

(URGlNG HORSE)

(MEN CHATTERlNG)

Whoa! Whoa!

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

ED: Got a check here.
Think you could cash it?

How long's a man
got to stay in prison
to come out with $1 7.45?

Awful nosy, ain't you?

MAN 1 : Hitch that team up,
and let's go!

Hey.
MAN 2: You heard him.

Hey there.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

MAN: Come here, darling.
Have a seat on my lap.

Glad to see your business
has been good to you
since l've been away.

Your timing
couldn't be any better.

Really?
Really.

Remember Billy Fender?

Captain Billy Fender?

That's the one.

That's the kind of
a shit-house rat you always
want to stay upwind of.

l don't pay people
for taking baths.

l sent him to pick up
and deliver back to me

a load of Chinese girls
l bought from an associate
in San Francisco.

Well, he's way overdue.

Knowing him, he's probably
drunk on his ass
and hobbling all your girls.

l got a proposition for you.

Yep?

l'll pay you to go
find him and bring those
girls back to me.

No.

Maybe later.

Right now all l want is
a bottle and some trim.

l got some new gals
l can turn you loose with.

What about Nola?

ls she still around, Nola?

Why don't you try
some of the new talent?

l kind of had
my mind set on Nola
for some time now.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

ED: Coming through.

Hello, Nola.

lt's been a while.

Where have you been, Ed?

Oh, l think you know
where l've been.

l figured you must have
moved on to other business.

Yeah, right.

Working for the government.

Three cents a day

making little rocks
out of big rocks.

Been thinking a lot about you.

Not much else to do.

Does Kate know you're here?

Oh, yeah.

She sent me up
especially for you.

You got orders
to wear me out.

(TOM CLlCKlNG TONGUE)

TOM: Come on, boy.

PRlNT: Come on, boy.

Come on.

(TOM WHlSTLES)

Come on, boy.

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

Problem?

Not sure.

Whoa.

Move off to their right.
Keep your distance.

Watch me.

Hank, let's hold up here.
Yes, sir.

(GlRL SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

No, don't do that.

Just watch me.

All right.

Hold up there, mister.
Hold up, mister.

Don't l know you?

What's your name?

My name is my own business.
l suggest you tend to yours.

Will you give me
the road, sir?

Hold on !

l know who you are.

l go by several names.
l doubt any of them
are your concern.

lf you refuse
to let me pass,

you'll soon learn
a few of them.

Well, would one be Jack Ketch?

lf that's who you think l am,
then you know better
than to block my path.

Hold on there, mister!

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Don't let him
get away! Kill him.

And you kill his horse.

Big Bob.

l got him.
l got him dead center.

Right through the heart.
l got him.

Stay back, Heck.
Don't go there, stay back.
l got him.

Yes, sir.

What the hell was that?
We killed two men !

About as close
as you'll ever get to
seeing the Grim Reaper.

Bullshit.
Make sense to me, Uncle.

Boys, l'm talking death.

Horseshit. We just
killed two men
and all their livestock!

PRlNT:
l told you to stay back!

That there is most likely
the infamous Smallpox Bob.
l'm sure of it.

Probably killed more
red men than any one man
in the Northwest.

Hell, l ain't never
heard of him.
l have.

He trades blankets
and hides with the tribes,
mostly infected with smallpox.

Smallpox, typhoid,
tuberculosis.

He was death traveling
the country, but no more.

Well, if there was ever
an evil bastard worth killing,
l reckon he's the one.

No more evil than
the ones that hire him.

Boys, l tell you,
we gotta tend to this mess.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

That's the second rope
l've lost to some worthless
son of a bitch.

l'd say both
were for a good cause.

(NATIVES CHANTING)

HECK: You really think
that fellow killed
that many lndians, Mr. Ritter?

PRlNT: Of course l do, Hank.
That's why l killed him.

What do you think
they will do with us?

lt's not just up to
our protectors.

lf we are to live,
we must have courage.

l didn't see you help Ye Fung

when that man attacked her.

Look, she is coming.

There. Right up there.

lt's only the moon.

You think she will save us?

Ghee Moon, enough.
That's enough.

She comes over
the fields of our village.

We must be close to home.

You are right.

She will follow us.

And lead us home.

She is barely visible.

But the moon is like us.

Sometimes she has to hide.

But she stands strong.

So we must be good
to one another.

We must be brave.

(HORSE APPROACHlNG)

Gilpin.

Hey.

Wake up, it's your shift.

Oh, Lord, l thought
l just dozed off.

Yeah. About four hours ago.

(EXHALES)

Wouldn't mind getting
a full night's sleep
sometime soon.

TOM: Well, you can
when we get to Cariboo.

Are we really going in there?

Yeah. That's what
my uncle said.

Wake me up
in four hours.
Okay.

Damn it.

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Herd is pretty settled.

l'll stay out here
and watch things.

l want you to take
the girls into this town

and see if you can find some
civil authority to take them.

Take Heck with you.

l thought you'd be
the one to do that.
Well, you thought wrong.

Well, why here? Why now?

Well, you're the one
that's so hot to get
rid of them.

According to who?
You.

Now just go
and get it done.

Why did they argue?

Wait.

TOM: Heck,
get everybody in the wagon.
We're going into town.

l got to be honest, Tom.
l'm not so sure about this.
l think they might. . .

Well, you know what?
l don't have a vote.
You don't have a vote.

That's becoming evident.

Just get them in the wagon.

HECK: All right, ladies.
Let's go.
Tom.

We're going into town.

HECK: Let's go,
girls, come on.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(URGlNG HORSES)

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

l still ain't seen
Billy Fender and that load of
Chinese girls l bought.

KATE: l'm still offering
to pay you to find them.
No.

l got business
of my own in mind.

(LAUGHlNG)

All you know how to do
is what got you sent up for.

ED: lt's small fry
that gets sent up.

l'm looking to get big.

You could be my banker.

lf l'm your bank,
you're working for me.

You're a good
businesswoman.

You know how to
get a return
on your investment.

$500 will get me
started just fine.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Howdy.

Whoa.
CLERK: Good day
to you, sir.

You be needing a room?
Yes, sir.

Two rooms for one night.

lt's $4, up front.

ls there a mayor
in this town?

Not hardly.

What about a town council?
CLERK: Nope.

Do you have a sheriff?
No, sir, not anymore.

Mister,

this town is as rough as cob.

lt's hard on lawmen.

Hard enough to put
two of them in the ground
over the last three years.

Well, who's in charge?

Well, the town
sort of works on

a live-and-let-live
basis with a touch of

every man for himself
thrown in.

CLERK: Ain't the kind of place
where you check your firearms
when you get to town.

One minute.

CLERK: Biggest operator
is Miss Kate Becker.

Big Rump Kate. She runs
the Southern Cross Saloon.

Who are them girls, anyway?

They're with me.

Well, these rooms are
for sleeping,
not for cooching.

Good. Because these girls
are tired and they need
their sleep.

Well, that room down
at the end has got
cots for six men,

so l guess you ought to
have enough space.

You know where a fellow
can get a bath?

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

(GROANlNG)

You speak English?
Yes.

My name's Tom Harte.
What's your name?

Lung Hay.
My name is Lung Hay.

Long Hay.

Dragon. Lung.

Dragon.

Well, Mr. Lung Hay,

through a series
of circumstances,

fate has placed four
Chinese girls in the hands
of me and my uncle.

They got room for our horses
over at the livery.

Good.
Who's this?

He's our new interpreter,
Mr. Lung Hay.
Lung Hay.

Lord knows we need it.

(DOOR OPENlNG)

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

TOM: All right.

Tell them that l'm sorry
about everything
that's happened to them.

But we'll try and find
a safe place for them.
No harm will come to them.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

They say they want to
stay with you.

Please to be good
as to not leave them.

No, no.
No, they can't live
on the trail with us.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Ask him why.

This is an old story.
There's no place
safe for them.

Nowhere.

They will be like meat
before hungry dogs.
They'll be devoured.

Not to make you angry,

but it would be
more of a kindness

to cut their throats
than to leave them here.

TOM: But they can't
stay with us.

We've got to get
our horses through
the passes before winter.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

This whole land is not safe.
You tell him that.

(GlRLS SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Could you watch them
while, while we go
get some supper

and maybe feed them
some of your food?

Yes, l can do.
HECK: Thank you, sir.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

PRINT: Goodbye, Old Paint,
I'm Ieaving Cheyenne

Goodbye, Old Paint,
I'm Ieaving Cheyenne

Leaving Cheyenne

On to Montana

Goodbye, Old Paint

Ieaving Cheyenne

Goodbye, Old Paint

Ieaving Cheyenne

(HUMMlNG)

My little girls.

Adios,

One, Three, Four and Five.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

(PLAYER PlANO PLAYlNG)

lt seems like we're drifting
from our purpose of

delivering those horses
to Sheridan.

But l'm not as hard-hearted
about those girls
as you might think.

l'm not gonna just chuck them
at the first opportunity.

Nobility, no boundaries.

KATE: Evening, gents.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Evening, ma'am.

l'm Kate Becker.
Big Rump Kate.

How's your supper?
You doing all right?

We are, thank you.

Nothing like a bath,
some clean britches,

a little whiskey and a steak
to make a man feel
almost human again.

Well, that ain't all
a man need to feel human.

How about finishing off
the evening with some
high-dollar sporting gals?

(LAUGHS)

Well, l reckon a fellow
can only handle so much
humanity at one time, ma'am.

Hey, Rose.

l call her my English Rose.
Newest gal to work the line.
Come here, sweetie.

Rose, we got
a stout lad here that needs
the knots worked out of him.

l think l speak for
both of us when l say
l think we'll pass.

Well, maybe you prefer
getting some trim

from those Celestials
you brung into town.
Hmm?

You boys thinking about
getting into the skin trade?

Well, let me
set you straight.

The gold l mine
from this burg,
l don't get from digging.

There ain't a shot of whiskey,
a hand of poker,

or any fellow that wants
to dip his wick
that l don't get a cut of.

We're just passing through.

You know about a Billy Fender?
Captain Billy Fender?

Those girls were
bought and paid for,
and you know it.

l don't give a damn
about Billy Fender.

But they're mine!

Well, it's a stupid
sack of shit

who believes he can
waltz into this country
with a wagon full of women

and thinks he ain't
in for trouble.

You kiss your mama
with that mouth?

What do you take
for your troubles?

We came here to eat
and have a little bit
of whiskey. That's it.

Come on, mister.
Everything has a price.

Not everything.

Come on, Rose.

WOMAN: What's going on?

(GlRLS SCREAMlNG)

Come on, damn it!

(SCREAMlNG)

MAN:
Hold her still !

Come on, darling.
You know you want it.
Come on !

(GRUNTS)

(GROANlNG)

(GlRLS YELLlNG)

Stay down !

(GRUNTS)

HECK:
Get over here.
Get over here.

Stay back.

You girls get together.
Stay back.

You like to spoil women?
Do you?

(SCREAMS)

(GlRLS SCREAMlNG)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANlNG)

Come on.

Will you take me with you?
Go on.

Come on.

Come on.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

Boys.

You ready to donate your nuts?
Get your hands away
from those pistols.

Do it now!

What about my property?

That's the price of
being a capitalist, lady.
Now back off!

Heck.

Let's go, Heck.

(HECK URGlNG HORSES)

Just remember,
it's money that greases
the wheels, mister.

(DOGS BARKlNG)

(HORSE SNORTlNG)

(URGES HORSE)

Hey, Dink.

That you, Ed?

Didn't recognize me
or just figured
you'd never see me again?

Ed, l had nothing to do
with you being sent up.
You got to believe me.

Why wouldn't l
believe you, Dink?

Where l've been,
they don't pay too good.

Thought maybe you could
help out an old friend.

None of us prospered much, Ed.

Think you could offer me
a cup of coffee?

Yeah, sure, Ed. Come on in.

(GRUNTlNG)

(GROANlNG)

(PANTlNG)

(CLlCKlNG TONGUE)

KATE: Right now l need you
to go after my property.

All right, l'll go after
those little girls of yours.

Soon as my boys are ready.

Want me to go round up
Dink Yeatman?
No.

l took care of that
little snitch for good.

KATE: Oh, you killed him?

You think that Yeatman
snitched on you?
You're a damn fool.

What do you think
you're talking about, Kate?

lt wasn't Yeatman.

lt was Nola.

(HORSES SNUFFLlNG)

(SUN FU SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

l just need to get
this cleaned up, ma'am.

l know it's sore
but it'll feel a lot worse
if an infection takes hold.

(GRUNTS)

lt hurts worse than it looks.

Take this hand,
and hold it right on that.

Be right back.

Yeah.

So l guess old boy
took a pretty good whack
on his brain pan.

This here's
Mr. Lung Hay.

PRlNT: Yeah.

Mr. Lung Hay,
that's some gash
you got there.

You any good at
stitching hide, nephew?
TOM: Yeah.

Probably close it up.
Probably put
a whip stitch on it.

Yeah. l don't know.

l don't know.

These Chinamen
seem to set a lot of stock
on their head's appearance.

Well, what do you recommend?

Well, when l sew
a pocket back on my shirt,

l use a tight little
chain stitch.
Yeah?

See, l want a pretty job
on what l wear.

That'd work.
Yeah. lt's your lucky day.

You're fortunate to have
two barbarians that are

experts at repairing
top notches.

Got several of these
vicious-looking beauties

from a saddler in Klamath.

They're superb at stitching
rawhide and not bad
on scalp work either.

Use this.

Yes.

PRlNT: Sorry again.

Here.
Good.

Sock it in there.

Mr. Lung Hay, you look
to be a tough old bird,

but you might want
a little whiskey
before we start.

Hmm?

Are you sure? Okay.

Hell, l'll drink it.

(MOANlNG)

All right.

Okay, let her rip, doc.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Easy.

Got a hell of
a grip there,
Chinaman.

PRlNT:
That's good,
Nephew. Good.

That's good.

Yeah.

That's not bad.
Not bad at all.

PRlNT: Axle grease.
Normally l use lard.

This will keep
the flies off

and keep it clean,
too. See?

There you go.

(LUNG HAY MOANlNG)

Good job.

Yeah. Good.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

PRlNT: Ma'am,

l'm Prentice Ritter.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

The seamstress
is my nephew, Tom Harte.

Tough little wart
he's working on
is Mr. Lung Hay.

And these ladies are
One, Three, Four and Five.

Little Number Two
died a ways back.

Why don't you get
some more sleep?

We'll talk later.
All right?

Thank you.
Yes, ma'am.

How's he doing?

He gonna survive?
Yeah.

He won't bleed out.

Good job, Nephew.

(YE FUNG MOANlNG)

(SCREAMlNG)

(PANTlNG)

(SHUSHlNG)

lt's all right.
lt's all right, little girl.

(YE FUNG CRYlNG)
lt's all right.
lt's all right.

lt's all right.

(SHUSHlNG)

lt's over.

lt's over.

That's it.

lt's all right.

lt's all right.

HECK: Do you reckon we're
gonna get bogged down here
by this storm, Mr. Ritter?

PRlNT: No, sir.
Summer storm.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

You don't get this in August
back in Virginia, do you?

No, sir, we don't.

lt'll be gone by
tomorrow afternoon.
You can count on it.

This looks to be a good spot
to stop for a few days.

The horses could use
the rest and so can we.

(SlGHS)

We got more than
a few sore-footed cavvies,

so, uh, let's picket them
in the river mud for a day

and cool them hooves out.

How's that woman
and the Chinaman holding up?

Tom did a fine job
on the old boy's head.

The woman's all right.
Nose is much better.

(LAUGHS) This deal gets
more interesting
by the day, l tell you.

This deal's getting
less profitable by the day.

Never use money
to measure wealth, son.

Let's get these
sore-footed ones
into the water.

You know back there
in John Day, when l said

l didn't know
what went on between you
and your ma, l meant it.

'Cause l know my sister
could be a difficult woman.

Comes from being German
and Huguenot, l suppose.

Huguenot?

That does make for
the kind of people that could
up and leave the Cumberland,

my people, to come
across this country.

(GRUNTS)

Sure enough makes
for a starchy person
to have to live with.

Yeah. No doubt, no doubt.

lt was always hard
for her, you know,

(EXHALlNG)

to reveal her feelings.

Now your pa,
he was a regular hand.

Best thing that happened
to my sister.

(CHUCKLlNG)

No matter how knotted up
she might get,

she couldn't put
a dent in him.

(LAUGHlNG)

He was always, you know,
a cheerful fellow.

Yeah.

Well, for all her
hard praying,

she was fairly convinced
she made it all the way
out here of her own steam.

Ain't nobody made it
out here without some
divine luck attached.

You know, she never
forgave me
for leaving the ranch.

Look at me, son.

That was a man-sized thing
you done back there
with that shit bird, Fender.

And it was appropriate
for what he'd done.

You understand?

You didn't blink.
That's good, see?

That's good.

Now, we didn't go looking
to save no Orientals

and a broken-nosed whore.
lt just happened.

Sometimes you just gotta roll
with what's thrown at you, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ooh.

You know,

l'd like to see
more of your father
in you sometimes.

l really would.

Yeah.

Not bad.

(EXCLAlMlNG)

(LAUGHlNG)

Give it a shot.

You must have come early
and got all the good rocks.

You bet.

Oh, a new champion.

There we go.
A little salt.
Yeah. Yeah, that's nice.

(PRlNT MUTTERlNG)

(WHlSTLlNG)

Yes, ma'am.

My name is Nola.
Nola Johns.

Welcome. We eat simple.

Mainly cowboy chuck.

Sit.

Yeah.

There's some biscuits,
beans and fresh
antelope shank, Miss Johns.

NOLA: Thank you.

HECK: l made a place for
you and the girls to sleep.

Anything else you need,
just ask.

Yeah, and we'll try and. . .

We'll try and keep
the snoring down.

That's good. Thank you.
Yeah.

HECK: You ever been
to Richmond
or anywhere back East?

TOM: l've never been
east of the Mississippi.

Well, it's a little too neat
back there for me.

l was fortunate enough
to get a good education

and all it did was
make me itch to travel.

l cashed out, packed up
and headed out West.

Nothing like a couple of
hot meals and some sleep
to put a shine on things.

Relax, ruminate and reflect.

Wild, woolly
and hard to curry.

PRlNT: Yeah.

So what kept you
out here, Mr. Ritter?

l spent most of my life
on the hurricane deck
of a cow pony.

l've had my share of dust
up my nose, busted bones,

my heart stomped on
more than once.

And most of that time
l was never worth
more than $1 00.

Most of the time
spent out here,

l'd say life's pretty grand.

So what about women?

Women.

The habits and ambitions
of women are more
a mystery to me

than Egyptian hieroglyphics.

And l ain't found
the Rosetta Stone yet.

So you're saying
you led a monk's life, huh?

Uh, there's been a few.

One l even set up house
with down in Salida.

Black-haired,
green-eyed beauty.

We was bedded
but not churched,
you might say.

We had us a nice family
for a while.

She even got me baptized.

Yeah, but the truth is

l never had women figured out
and that's a cold, hard fact.

Yeah.

The deal is there ain't
enough of them out here
to go around, anyways.

TOM: He's always been
a pushover for the ladies.

Oh, no.

Nephew,

God ain't made a man
that could stand up
to the power that lays

between a woman's thighs.

You see, the hold

that little cooter
has on a man's life
is unbreakable.

lt can bring a strong man
to his knees.

Read your history.
Now, look at the kings
and kingdoms

that have fallen
to that little split tail.

Am l right, Heck?
You are, indeed.

l can only assume
you're referring
to the English King Henry.

Didn't exactly bring him
to his knees,

but he did tell the Pope
to kiss his ass,

and he started his own church
for want of his favorite gal.

Six wives.

What a horrible punishment.

Phew!

Well, l'll stick to horses.

(LAUGHS) Amen.

Well, don't let
my lack of success
put you off.

There's a lot to be said
for the friendship of a woman.

Lung Hay.
LUNG HAY: Yeah.

Come on over here.
Yes.

How's the head feeling?

Much better now, thank you.

HECK: Care for
a little whiskey,
Mr. Lung Hay?

Thank you. l prefer coffee.

(CHUCKLlNG)

Yeah, well, pour it. Yeah.

Male independence
is all well and fine,
but too much, no, sir.

Without marriage and women
we'd all have been drunk,

shot ourselves to death,

or died of the clap.

HECK:
Hear, hear.

(EXCLAlMS)

(HUMMlNG
GOODBYE, OLD PAINT)

Looks like it's bath time.

Yes, sir.

PRlNT: Freeze your balls off,
boys. Freeze your balls off.

They camped here.
Herd went off that way.

l suppose we ought to
go that way, too.

Morning.
Morning.

What are you boys up to?
Fly fishing.

Told you he could
play the fiddle.

Sure can. You bet.

(GlRLS GlGGLlNG)

Miss Johns, may l?

(LAUGHlNG)

l'll give it a try.

(CHUCKLlNG)

PRlNT: You're positively
weightless, Miss Johns.

You're as light
as my biscuits.

Thank you, Miss Johns.

E-E-Everybody, Number One,
come on, let's go. Come on.

(LAUGHlNG)

LUNG HAY: Chinese say
a deaf husband
and a blind wife

will make a good marriage.

Watch out, make sure
you don't bump into something
out there in the dark.

PRlNT: There's some safe
and sobering advice.

Well, the best thing
l ever found in my life,

l bumped into in the dark.

(PRlNT LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Time to turn in, you fellows
take care of the horses.

Yeah.

Make sure you put them
hobbles on the lead mares.

Yes, sir.
Good night, Lung Hay.
Yes, sir.

You ever been married?

Many years.
Still have wife in China.

And what brought you
over here to America?

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(REPEATlNG MANDARlN)

What is that?

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Gold mountain.

All Chinese hear California
was gold mountain.

l come here to be a rich man.

l leave my young wife
with my parents.

Now she's old,

parents are dead,

and l'm not rich.

Do you ever think
about going back?

Too late, too late.

NOLA: Why'd you do it,
Mr. Ritter?

Why'd you take
those girls in?

Well, what was
l supposed to do?

Give them a canteen
and a tin of crackers
and say "Git"?

Most men in your situation
wouldn't even have done that.

(PRlNTER SlGHS)

Miss Johns,
l am a thoroughly failed
Christian person.

But l wasn't about to
leave them out yonder

in the middle of
the prairie. No, sir.

And l didn't have
no carnal designs
on them, neither,

if that's what
you was thinking.

l never had that thought
about you, Mr. Ritter.

And it's Mrs. Johns.

How'd you wind up
in the employ
of Miss Big Rump?

One dance with a girl
and you want to know
all about her, Mr. Ritter.

Cal got a job
freighting supplies
for a mining camp

until he drove off
the switchback.

They had to take
his legs off.

l clerked
for a dry goods store

and he just sat
in the boarding house all day.

They came to the store
the first day of May

to tell me
he had shot himself.

l didn't have
any family to turn to.

lt's a rough trade,
Mr. Ritter.

Easy enough for you men

but rough when you're
on the receiving end.

l was in Rock Springs,

this man split my scalp
with a bottle and dumped me
out the back door.

lt was the middle of November.

When they found me
the next morning,

my hair was frozen
to the ground.

They had to cut it off.

Know what a whore
with no hair is worth
in this world, Mr. Ritter?

Hair grows out,
life goes on.

But time is against you.

Yeah, there's nothing
more unforgiving than time.

You start out
in the parlor houses.

Soon you're in
the rooming house
at the end of town.

Next are the cribs
down the line.

And then it's the hog ranch.

lt's the last rung.

l'm more than halfway
down that ladder
toward the hog ranch

and that's the truth of it.
Yeah.

Guess you're down on men.

Not all.

l once had a miner pay me

just so he could watch
while l hung clothes
on the line.

Never touched me.

He was a young man, too.

You still think you want to go
dancing with me, Mr. Ritter?

(LAUGHlNG)

(GlRLS CHATTERlNG lN MANDARlN)

Who you getting
all spruced up for?

Us?

(LAUGHlNG)

None of your business.

Hey.

l've never seen you
smoking before.

Night like this
calls for a smoke.

Yeah.

Ah, this feels good.

You got to try it.

Yeah.

(GRUNTlNG)

Pretty good.
lt's really good.

Never could swim.

(LAUGHlNG)

l was always afraid of water,
but this is all right.

Nice.

You really think
women are so puzzling?

l heard you talking
the other night.

Oh, you mean
the Rosetta Stone?
Yeah, well. . .

(CHUCKLlNG)
l had some bad luck.

What was it you really
wanted from a woman?

Uh, see, this could be
a two or three-smoke night.

(LAUGHS)

l mean, same as
most fellows, l suppose.

Now what did you call it?
A bright, brief moment.

How about a partner,
a companion.

Someone to keep
your feet warm at night.

Like a. . .

A heart as true
as a rancher's wife.

You're quite the romantic,
Mr. Ritter.

No. Romance is for pikers.

l ain't talking
about infatuation.

l'm talking about something
way beyond romance.

Bone deep.

You feel it just between
the two of you.

Now, if you stub
your right toe,
the left toe feels it.

Ain't no he or she,
or you or me.

(SCOFFS)

You're both just one.

You sound like an expert
on the subject.

l don't know what the hell
l'm talking about.
l'm just carrying on.

(CHUCKLlNG)

But l do know it does belong
just to the lucky few.

But not for most folks, huh?

Nope. Nope.

That's why there's
so many hard-edged
and fearful people out there.

lt's like living
your life without salt.

You don't seem to lack
any salt in your diet.

You know,
all hard-edged
and scared.

l get spooked
same as everyone.

Really?
Yeah.

When?

l get rousted out of my sleep
sometimes for nature's call.

l find there's something
frightening about
that hour of the night.

'Cause there ain't
no fooling yourself
about what you've done

or what you haven't done
with your life.

So what do you do?

l try like hell
to get back to sleep.

(NOLA LAUGHS)

So have you
given up on women?

What was that?

Have you given up on women?

No, ma'am.

But, uh, l figure l got
about as much chance
of finding that gal

as becoming King of Siam.

(LAUGHS) l have
a hard time seeing you

as the King of Siam,
Mr. Ritter.

(PRlNT LAUGHS)

You think you could
call me Print?

Now, everybody
calls me Mr. Ritter.

Well, l like to think
that when l say it,
it has a different ring to it.

Yeah.

You have a unique
sense of humor, Mrs. Johns.

Shall we go?
Yeah.

Yup.

Easy, now. Here you go.

You know something,

l'd pay $40 just to watch you
hang laundry all day long.

(LAUGHlNG)

No, l really would. l would.

You're a good woman.

You really are.

(HORSES SNUFFLlNG)

PRlNT:
A bit of fall in the air.

All the more reason
to push on.

Before we get caught
in those passes.

Might be a handful
this morning.

Well, we'll wheel them once,
send them on.

Okay?
Yep.

Yep, yep, yep.

Yeah.

Like to try that
fly fishing someday.

Really would.

(GlRLS CHATTERlNG lN MANDARlN)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

All right?

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

(MULES BRAYlNG)

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

No!

(YELLlNG)

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Good Lord.

Poor girl.

From the sweet grass
to the packing house.

Birth till death.

(GlRLS CRYlNG)

We travel between
the eternities.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

(URGlNG HORSES)

(HORSE SNUFFLlNG)

There you go.

We got some company,
Mr. Ritter.
Well, yeah.

HECK: Could be Piegan
but l'm fairly certain
they're Crow.

You converse in Crow?

PRlNT: Hell, no. Can you?
Yes, sir.

l can muddle my way
through pretty good.

PRlNT: Well, let's
muddle on and see
what these lads want.

(SPEAKlNG CROW)

He says that we're
crossing their land

and that we must pay.

What's the tariff?

(SPEAKlNG CROW)

He says it's gonna
cost us two horses to cross
their ancient hunting grounds.

Tell them they can have
one horse, their pick.

(SPEAKlNG CROW)

They say two.

l say bullshit.

Tell them l'm an old man
and that l'm sick and dying.

Tell them l don't give a shit
if l die today or tomorrow.
One horse.

(HECK SPEAKlNG CROW)

(SPEAKlNG CROW)

Why would
these good looking women
be with these ugly white men?

Two horses.

Tell them to go
pick out the other one.

(SPEAKlNG CROW)

(HOOTlNG)

(ALL THREE HOOTlNG)

Come on, boys.

Hey.

lt might not be
anything at all

but it just feels like
we're being dogged.

Well, maybe.

You push on ahead.
Pick out a good camp spot.

l'll give you
as much distance as l can,
stretch the herd out.

Then l'll bring up
the drag pretty quick.

All right.

Hello, Nola.

TOM: Print.

Stay in the dark,
find a spot.

Where's Gilpin?

He's found his spot.
The rest are in the wagon
off to the east.

Where are you
going to set?

Well,

l'm gonna sit right here

like a big piece of cheese

waiting for the rats
to come in.

And that's your plan?

Well, can't shoot it out
with these fellows.

Gonna have to
face them and listen to
what they have to say.

And then what?

Well,

find your spot
and play it by ear.

There, there, there, there.

All right.

Yeah.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Mmm-hmm.

Evening.

Saw your campfire.

Thought you might
share some coffee.

l'm fresh out of coffee.
But come on in,
make yourself at home.

Too late for supper?

Supper's over.
Ah, you know, done.

Where's the rest
of your party?

That ain't none of
your concern.

(LAUGHlNG)

l think you might
be traveling
with an old friend of mine.

Oh, l doubt that.

ED: Well, maybe
you should check with her.

We go back a ways.

You got shit
in your ears, mister?

l told you it ain't
none of your concern.

You don't run
a very friendly camp,
do you, mister?

(PRlNT LAUGHlNG)

Well, you've been
cutting my sign all day

and now you come
riding in at night
with a hard lot.

What do you expect?

Well, l thought maybe
we'd do some horse business.

l ain't in the horse business,
more a sideline with me.

What business you in?

Blanket business.

What blankets?

Well, l sell blankets,
mostly to lnjuns
and any others in need

of smallpox or,
you know, typhoid.

Whatever.

l ain't afraid of
no blankets, mister.

Well, as nosy as you are,
l figured you must have heard
of the name Smallpox Bob.

My friends call me
Chickenpox Bob.

l'll burn you down
right where you stand.

(SARCASTlCALLY)
Ooh !

Nobody talks to me
that way and lives.

(RlFLE COCKlNG)

l didn't ride in
on the turnip wagon, mister.

Well, tonight's your night.

Now, l'll tell you what,
l'll give you a good price
on this blanket.

Tonight's your night,
l'll give you that.

Have you ever seen
a white man's face
with the pox?

PRlNT: The pox!

The pox! Hell, giddyup.

The pox!

ED: l'll meet up
with you again !

(RlDERS URGlNG HORSES)

l'll be waiting.

Hey.

Let's get out of here.

We gotta put some distance
between us and them fellows.

(LAUGHlNG)

Hold your nose, boys.

Going by the hog ranch.

(PlG SQUEALlNG)

Ladies.

Morning, folks.

l'm Bill Miller,
Sheriff out of Sheridan.

These men are my deputies.

Who's the jigger boss here?

You men care
for coffee?

No, thank you.

Ain't got time.

You the honcho here?

Yeah, l am.
This is my party.

Well, that's a good looking
bunch of horses you got there.

Yep.
You got papers on them,
l suppose.

You bet.

You got a badge, l suppose.

Well, no need
to get puffed up.

l should be eating
ham and eggs

at the Blue Goose
back in Sheridan.

lnstead l'm out here
sleeping on the ground,
eating jerky,

looking for a horse thief
and a killer.

PRlNT: Yeah.

MlLLER: l'm after
a pretty rough lot

run by a fellow named
Big Ears Bywater.

l guess you can't be
on the other side of the law

and not have some
ridiculous name attached
to your reputation.

Why do they call him that?

Well, they say
he can hear a horse
at 20 miles.

Well, he paid me
a visit the other night.

Well, now, can you tell me
which way he was headed?

No, sir.
He came into my camp,
then he went out.

Well, Big Ears ain't a name
he responds well to.

And don't let that name
fool you, any of you.

That man's a killer
and he's a horse thief.

My plan is to catch up
with him right quick.

With any luck,
l'll be wearing his ears
on my watch chain.

Y'all steer clear of
anybody you don't know.

Folks in Carbon County
don't take to
yamping livestock.

Don't dally long here,
Mr. Ritter.
You'll sleep better.

Ladies.

(URGlNG HORSE)

Must be 500 head.

We can't do nothing
with a herd that size.

No, except take them
into Canada.

l ain't driving no herd
through 800 miles

in which l can get
shot or jailed.

We ain't gonna do nothing.

Let them fools do the work.

We'll dog them
all the way to market.

(HECK PLAYlNG
TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR
ON FlDDLE)

Number One.

l want to tell you something.

Now,

birds fly to water
in the evening

and away from water
in the morning.

To water in the evening

and away from water
in the morning.

Remember that.

Now, this here is for you.

That is you.

Number One, meet Number One.

(LAUGHlNG)
lt's yours. You take it.

HECK: Here, put it
under your chin.

Twinkle, twinkle,
little star.

ln a week-and-a-half
she'll be better than
you are, Heck.

l don't doubt it, Mr. Ritter.
l think we got a child prodigy
on our hands.

Ma'am, thought you might
like a cup of coffee.

You seemed, uh,
quiet at supper.

l heard you talking to Tom,
that we were just
a few days from Sheridan.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, do you have any plans
of what you're gonna do
once you get there?

Not yet.
Uh, l have a few days
to think about it.

How about you?

You made any plans?

Well, l was gonna
wait for you.

l. . . l thought you might
mention something.

Truthfully,
it, uh, didn't occur to me.

Well, obviously.

Was that an error
on my part, ma'am?

Of course not.

Why don't you
take your coffee

and go find somewhere
to have a smoke, Mr. Ritter?

l didn't mean to offend you.

Good night, Mr. Ritter.

We gotta redirect
and cut north.

l thought you said
it was too late
to hit the Lander Cutoff.

lt is.

But l don't want to lose
the herd to a horse thief.

lf it's too late
to hit Lander's,

then how are you
planning on heading?

Well, we gotta
drive them straight north
to the Big Horns

and then take them
over the Whale's Back.

Oh, and l want them
in Moncrieffe's pens
and paid for.

All right?

Same as me.

What's a Whale's Back?

lt's a tricky piece
of real estate
that we gotta navigate.

l know it's dicey

but it'll save us time
and maybe the herd.

Well, how about
we forget that part?

l got 25% of the vote
around here.

l'm for making a stand
and killing that
son of a bitch now.

Well,

you can start
by washing the dishes.

And after that,
don't take on more
than you can handle. Okay?

Well, in case
you hadn't noticed,

l've been handling
things just fine
for the last 800 miles.

Listen to me.

l know Ed Bywaters.

Remember l told you
about that man
that split my head open?

My hair frozen
to the ground.

Ed Bywaters.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Damn.

Good thing you didn't tell me
how steep it was.

PRlNT: Well, it don't matter.

One way or another,
we're going up this hill
and over the top. That's it.

They want us to climb
up there? lt's too high.

lt looks steep.

lt's too high.
lt's too high.

Figure on freighting
that wagon over the pass?

No, sir. No, sir.

We keep the mules and leave
everything else behind.

Now, what l want you to do is
put Number Three on a horse.

Her name's Sun Fu.

l know what her name is.

Just let her ride alone.

Mrs. Johns can double up with
Ging Wing Ring, Number One.

l'll take
the little girl with me.

What about Lung Hay?
l doubt he's too handy
on a horse.

l reckon the same goes
for Ms Johns.
Yeah.

Unhitch the mules.

l'll lead the way.
Keep the herd together.

We can't stop at all.

Now, let's do it.
Let's go. This is it.

(URGlNG HORSES)

TOM:
That's it, boys.
Steady.

Come on !

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

Come on.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Huh?

(GlNG WA SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Okay.

Yeah.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

PRlNT: Hold on. Hold on.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Mr. Moncrieffe?
l am.

My name's Ritter,
Prentice Ritter.

l wired you in April
about bringing horses
from Oregon.

Oh, aye,
the man from Oregon.
Welcome, welcome.

We've been waiting
for your arrival with some
anticipation, Mr. Ritter.

l'm not sure
l understand that, sir.

Well, Sheriff Miller wired me
from Cody a few days ago
asking about you.

He said he met you up there
on the buffalo range.

Oh, yeah, back there on. . .

Yeah, he did.

He was in a sweat
to catch some
horse thieves, see.

l rode ahead to tell you
that we're coming in.

Who's your trail hand here?

Well, this here is
Ging something or other.
l call her Number Five.

And would you mind
if l leave her with you
and go back to the herd?

No, no, no.

She can keep Miss Foster
company in the kitchen
for a wee while.

l'll lend you some lads
to go out with you,
help you bring them in.

Where would you like me
to put these cavvies?

Uh, put them over
in the south pasture
corrals over there.

Keep them separated
for a week.

All right? Good.
Yes, sir.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

Howdy.
My nephew, Tom Harte.

You put on a good show,
Mr. Harte.
Thank you.

Congratulations.
Yes, sir. Thank you.

l'll settle up
with Moncrieffe.

Well, l thought
l'd be a part of that.

Well, no need for that.
l've got your interests
covered.

Come on in.
Yes, sir.

(MONCRlEFFE GROANlNG)

Now, l can write you a check

to the Stockman
and Merchants Bank in Denver,
if you like,

but l find most people
these days prefer cash.

What would you prefer,
Mr. Ritter?

Maybe we should
work up the figure first.

All right, by all means.

Does that grab your fancy?

Wasn't expecting that much.
(CHUCKLES) Aye, well. . .

You know, between
the British Army needing
horses for the Boer War

and your army
needing them for that
Spanish-American dustup,

the price of horseflesh
has gone through the roof.

Makes me sound
like a war profiteer.

(LAUGHlNG)

Can you live with that?

More than live with that,
Malcolm. You bet l can.

Cash?
Yes, sir.

PRlNT: A couple of times
back there l didn't think

this transaction
was gonna happen.

No, l'm sure you didn't.

Well, you're good
and safe now.
Thank you.

Now, that's a good
deal of money.

Got any plans?

Right now, a hot bath
and clean clothes.

(LAUGHlNG)

l meant, you got
any plans for your wealth?

Not sure.

Been thinking of getting
some land, you know.

Right now
l'm kind of wore out

so l'm gonna take
my people into the town
for some hot water, soap

and some shopping.

l'm afraid l'm gonna
have to be a wee bit

remiss in my duties
as a host tomorrow.

Me and the lads have
to take a herd over
to the Wallop Ranch.

We'll be back by nightfall.

Now, you'll be
all right here on your own?

Miss Foster, my housekeeper,
is gonna be here, so. . .

Yes, sir.
Do you need any help or. . .

Oh, no, no, thank you.
We'll be back by suppertime.

lt's a great pleasure to have
a table full of people here.

A very rare occasion
for us to hear this.

Thank you for coming.

Ging Wa. Ging Wa.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(LAUGHlNG)

(GlRLS CHATTERlNG lN MANDARlN)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Ladies and gentlemen,
l would like to
propose a toast

to your successful venture.

(GlRLS CHATTERlNG lN MANDARlN)

Thank you.

(HUMMlNG)

Honkle Pren.

Well, look here.

(LAUGHlNG)

Off to bed now.

Bedtime.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Come on, baby.
That's it.

There you go.

Which pocket? Come on.

Which one? Come on.

How about that one?

You got it? Yeah?

Okay, sweet dreams, now.

Good night.

l want to thank you,
Mr. Ritter, for everything
you've done for us.

You've been so kind
to me and the girls.

You've been so generous.

Well, you're so very welcome.
You really are.

So, what are your plans now?

Well, l thought l'd step
outside for a smoke.

That's not what l meant.

Yeah, well. . .

Uh. . .

l had a long talk
with Lung Hay.

l proposed that you
and he take the girls
to San Francisco.

He says there's a place
that will look after them

in a more permanent way.

And you volunteered
my services?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, that's very. . .

That's very kind of you.
Thank you.

lf Ging Wa is fit to travel,

then l shall make
plans immediately.

Now, hold on now, lady.
Hold on.

There's no need to rush off.

Well, there's no need
to delay, either.

l can be ready
tomorrow if necessary.

Yeah.

Every time l talk
to you these days,

you seem to have
a sudden urge for tobacco.

l won't smoke.

Yeah.

l've been thinking of going
into Sheridan to find out
about real estate,

then mosey around some,
you know.

Yeah, and. . .

You know,

l never told
many people this before.

My one attempt

at having a family
and settling down
turned out badly.

Now, l'm neither
brave enough nor strong enough
to go that way again.

No, no.

And you see,

at one time l had. . .

We had a sweet baby child,
a beautiful child,

and she. . . Excuse me.

She never reached seven years.

lt was
a horse-related accident,
my fault, you see.

And even today
it's hard to talk about.

And l haven't
got it right since.

Yeah.

Well. . .

Well, l think l'll

go have that smoke.

Excuse me.

(DOOR OPENlNG)

(DOOR CLOSlNG)

How you doing?

Where are you off to?

l'm gonna get me a smoke

before l turn in.

What about you?

l figured l'd take off
early in the morning,

go after some of those strays
that missed the pen.

Get some money
on their hooves.

Speaking of money. . .

What's this?
We weren't supposed to get
this much for the horses.

Son, l couldn't borrow
enough back home

to buy the herd
so l sold out.

You sold out?
l did

in order to make this
financial deal possible.

Well, who gave you authority?

Excuse me?

ln case you've forgotten,
your mother did.

Yeah, she willed you
the ranch.

She didn't tell you
to sell it.

Look, l didn't take this deal
just to sell some horses.

l wanted to straighten out
some family wrongs.

Give you a new start,
explore possibilities.

Now, l've still got eyes.

l've been seeing the way
you been moving around
that Number Three gal,

which is all right.

So, that's your share
of the proceeds and then some.

That should square it
between you and your ma.

What about you and me?

More than square.

(GlRLS EXCLAlMlNG)

(GlRLS CHATTERlNG)

HECK: Old Bob Tate's
gonna be good as new.

Yeah, take me into Sheridan
and buy me some land.

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlGGLlNG)

(COCKlNG RlFLE)

Hello, Nola.

Girls!

(GlRLS SCREAMlNG)

(GRUNTS)

Print! Print!

(SCREAMS)

lt's Nola!

What?

(GUN FlRlNG)

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

(NOLA PANTlNG)

MAN: He's in the barn !

Go around back!

(GUNS FlRlNG)

(GlRLS YELLlNG)

(GlRLS WHlMPERlNG)

(GUN FlRlNG)

(GASPlNG)

(GlRL WHlSPERlNG)

(GUN FlRlNG)

(GlRLS WHlMPERlNG)

(WHlMPERlNG)

You see this?

(CRYlNG)

Honkle Pren.
Honkle Pren.

Don't hurt the children.

(HORSES NElGHlNG)

l told you
we'd meet again, old man.

l know what l'm gonna do
with Nola and her
little friends there.

The question is,

what am l gonna do
with an old goat like you?

(GlRL SCREAMS)

How about it, old goat?

What was that?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTlNG)

(GlRLS SOBBlNG)

Are you a praying man,
shit bird?
Yeah.

Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.

Yeah, well,
you just keep going.

You'll be a praying man
by the time l leave
my mark on you.

First thing
l'm gonna do with you,

l'm gonna nail
your credentials
to this log here.

Then l'm gonna
push you over backwards.

Let's see what kind of savvy
you got then, huh?

When l'm through with you,

you're gonna wish
the Mandan squaws

had got a hold of you,
Mr. Blanket Man.

(HOOTlNG)

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

You about through?
PRlNT: Yeah.

All right,
'cause you just booked
yourself a ticket to hell.

You're gonna leave this world

a toothless,
desperate old man.

(GUN FlRlNG)

(GlRLS SCREAMlNG)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANlNG)

(GRUNTS)

(RlFLE CLlCKS)

(PANTlNG) You will not hurt
these children. No, sir.

GlRLS: Honkle Pren.

PRlNT: Everyone all right?
No one's hurt?

Good job.

lt's all right.

Tom.

NOLA: Where's Heck?
Dead.

Thanks, son.

Cut his ears off
and send them to that
marshal in Sheridan.

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Whoa! Whoa!

(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Here you go.

(BOTH SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Number One, bye.

Well, buckaroo. Ging Wa.

Last one, buckaroo.

(GlNG WA SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

Thought l had this
all worked out.

l reckon l got
something to say to you.

l know you can't understand
my words but you can hear me.

l want to know
how to get in touch
with you some day.

l want to know
that things turned out,

that you had a good life.

Thank you.

Most men are afraid
of failure in this world.

lt seems like some
are afraid of success.

Goodbye, Mr. Ritter.

(SlGHlNG)

(LUNG HAY SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(GlNG WA SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

(URGlNG HORSES)

(SOBBlNG)

(LUNG HAY SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)

This is for Mr. Ritter.

Let's go.

NOLA: Dear Mr. Ritter,

I hope this Ietter
finds you weII.

I'm embarrassed
it's been so Iong since
Iast I wrote to you.

Spring must aImost be over
at Siam Bend.

You have no idea
how it touched me

to Iearn the name you've given
to that point on the river.

I seem so preoccupied
with time these days.

You toId me, right there on
the river, that nothing was
more unforgiving than time.

Honey, you wouId not
recognize me as time
can be ruthless,

especiaIIy to women.

You, on the other hand,
l'm sure, are as stout
and straight as a ridge poIe.

Ghee Moon and Ging Wa
have grown into
wonderfuI young Iadies.

I see them often
and they aIways ask of you.

Promise me that
you wiII not Iaugh
at an oId woman

when I teII you
I stiII dream of the time

I sat and spIashed my feet
in the water with you.

(LAUGHlNG)

There are so many things
one wishes they might change
about their Iives.

I want to say that
it is you and you aIone

who wiII abide in me
in my finaI hour.

Thank you, Mr. Ritter,
for giving me back my Iife

even if I couId not
share it with you.

With warmest thoughts,
NoIa Johns.

PRINT: We're aII traveIers
in this worId.

From the sweet grass
to the packing house.

Birth tiII death.

We traveI between
the eternities.