All language subtitles for American Empire (1942).en

That old engineer loses more steam

than he gets in the cylinder.

He can't even pack a bearing.

I had to do it myself.

What are you doing, still
juggling those figures?

I'm not juggling.

Have a look.

We'll made about $800 this time.

Is that all for
all the work we did?

I'm going daffy plying freight
up and down this river.

Dan, let's sell the Betsy
and get into something else.

Well, $800 may not be much,
but it's safe and sure.

Yeah, yeah.

At least we had some excitement
when we owned the old Hatty T.

Wasn't it your idea
to swap her for this?

Yeah, but the whole
setup has changed.

There was a war on.

A man could make some real
money, or don't you remember?

Oh, I remember all right.

I remember getting a
broadside amidships

from the Union gunboat,
picking splinters out

of my, um, hide for two weeks.

We got $100 for every splinter.

That's right, in
Confederate money.

That war's over, Pax.

We can't start another one
just because you're restless.

Me, I like the river, always
so peaceful and quiet.

Hey, Augustin, all
these nice, tender cows,

you must treat them tender.

Why those cows
are not across the river, huh?

Those ranchers, they catch us,
they will hang us by the neck

until we don't lives no more.

We got no time to die now, eh?

Avast that, Runty.

Let it be.

Nobody cares what time
it is around here,

except maybe the [inaudible].

Well, I care because
it's regulation,

and if you'd ever sailed
before the mast, you know it.

You [inaudible] on that.

I've sailed the Davis Strait.

I've picked whole whales from
to Madagascar.

Now, stay away.

I think I'll scuttle you.

No, don't.

Sailaway is off his course.

Now, you undersized
jellyfish, repeat after me.

I'll never speak no more foul
slander against my friend.

He and that Runty are
up there fighting again.

Hey, Sailaway.

Runty?

Go on.

But... but Sailaway,
we... we don't have to...

Come on.

Speak.

Off the port bow, a
school of sea cows, look.

You ain't getting out of this.

Say it.

Look, sea cows.

You say it.

You floating landlubber,
don't you know

better than to block a channel?

Sailaway, can't
you miss a sandbar,

even in broad daylight?

But it wasn't his fault.

Hey, Skipper, I've
navigated the reefs of people

Nuku Hiva in a typhoon.

I've sailed the shoals of...
Never mind that.

Why'd you run aground?

Oh, them multi-horned
sea lions pushed me here.

You'll need a better
excuse than that

if you can't get her off.

Full speed astern.

- Aye aye, sir.
- Full speed a...

Full speed astern.

[inaudible], you up
there, I think maybe you

boys are stuck good good, eh?

That man at the wheel should stay

awake when the river, she bend.

You blubbering knuckle joint.

I'm sorry my friend,
but I don't like

the haircut with old harpoon.

Shut her off, Runty.

Now that you've shown
us your fancy shooting,

how about getting
us off this sandbar?

You got us on.

Maybe we do business.

I come aboard.

I got an idea he's got a
funny notion about business.

The Fremont bottom,
30 years of floating,

I'm winding up high and
dry on a Texas sand dune.

You must have done your
floating in the bathtub.

I'll float you.

Dominique Andre
[inaudible], at your service.

Huh, that's quiet a
collection of handles.

That is a custom in my Louisiana.

And yours?

I'm Paxton Bryce.

This is Dan Taylor, my partner.

Good.

What's your deal?

Well, I am in quick hurry.

You carry my cows, and, uh,
I will pull it off your boat.

Somebody after you, huh?

Looks like they're rustlers.

Ah, the big, old fashion, the wars

here make enough cows for us all.

What's the war got to do with it?

Everything, the owners,
they go away to fight.

They stay for years, and these
cattle travel all over Texas

by himself and make
plenty of little ones.

These are what people in French
are..., like English,

free like deer.

They belong to know one.

They got no brand.

And, uh, finders is keepers, huh?

Oh, I have a soft heart.

I ask myself, uh, Dominique,
these poor cattle, they

don't got no home.

So I gather them together like
they come to live on my home.

That's very kind of you.

Why are you such a hurry?

Well, these ranchers, they want
to keep all the wild cattle,

so they chase me.

Upon this sense, I am
telling you the truth.

Well, that's good enough for me.

What do you say, Dan?

I guess it's all
right if the Betsy Ann

gets paid for what she carries.

Oh, I am honest man.

I wish to go to Millio
Landing on the Louisiana side.

How many cows you got?

About $1,000.

Cost you a dollar a head.

I will get my men started, huh?

Tie a rope to the
back of the boat.

Ferrying cattle, it's
plum degrading, Runty.

Could have been goats.

Hey, Dominique, I'd
like to hear some more

about those poor orphaned cows.

And those cattle are
worth a lot of money.

All the Frenchman had
to do was pick 'em up.

What's the matter,
Jim, the bearing again?

No, sir, but I just laid
eyes on who we're carrying.

That's Dominique Beauchard, the
fella that raided Parkfield.

Beauchard?

Why, he's the one that's
turned this end of Texas

into a shooting gallery.

Get below, Jim.

We may need a full head of steam.

We better get our money quick.

Well, how about our money, fare?

Oh, I pay later when I
get the money for the cows.

Pay now, or you don't
take 'em off, Beauchard.

Oh, Beauchard, so
you know me, huh?

That is of no consequence.

Boy, close the cargo part.

I say I pay later.

Pierre, get those cows off quick,

and keep your eyes
on les Americaine.

Billy, Henry, get the
cattle off the boat, quick.

Full speed ahead.

Full speed ahead.

Hey, ya [inaudible],
why didn't you

tell me something I don't know?

Beauchard, your cows just
about pay for our troubles.

And we never give credit.

I still owe you
something, but I always pay.

Well, it looks like we're
in the cattle business.

I'd sooner he'd handed
us the money, though.

He handed us an idea
that's worth millions.

We're way ahead.

This whole end of
Texas is full of cattle

that don't belong to
anybody, natural increase

during the war.

If we buy the land, all
the cattle on it are ours.

Sounds like a great idea.

It's too much of a gamble, though.

Gamble?

So was running the blockade,
but we made money, didn't we?

Can't you see it, Dan?

This beats any deal
we've ever been in.

We can take the
money we've got, sell

these cattle and the Betsy Ann.

We can buy land by
the square mile,

round up cattle by the thousands,

sell them and buy more land.

We'll have a ranch like
nobody's ever seen before.

It would be like owning your
own country, wouldn't it?

It'll be bigger than that.

It'll be like a... like an empire,

our own American empire.

When you're flying high,
well, I'll flap along with you.

We'll get to Riverford.

We'll go have a talk with
a land agent, then I, uh,

think we ought to drink
a couple of toasts

to a mighty bright
future, don't you?

Worse than a
Nantucket sleigh ride.

I

I'll put the law on you.

Oh, where's my
customer, my customer?

Hello, little fella,
what a place to roost,

you're the prettiest prize
I ever got in a grab bag.

Is there any more
in there like you?

Isn't one victim enough,
or do you generally

run them down by the dozen?

Let go of my hat.

You ain't hurt none?

I'll live.

Hey, you bust a seam, Skipper?

Not a one.

Not a one.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

This ain't no corral.

And you, mister, it will cost you

a lot of money for this damage.

All right, it'll cost
me a lot of money.

Here you are.

Take that and keep the change.

All right, boys, show's all over.

I'll see you down
in the music hall.

Hey, you got a
wonderful door here.

Go ahead.

Trample my luggage, too.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Honest, I am.

I mean, about the whole thing.

You ought to be sorry, a grown
man playing horseback on a cow.

I ought to call the police.

You'll have to call
awful loud because we're

not blessed with them out here.

That's too bad.

You belong in jail.

Missy, your tacking
way off your course

'cause he's the finest
little skipper that

ever tripped around the deck.

Thank you, Runty.

My compliments, ma'am,
to cool you off.

Little lady, my compliments,
to hold in your temper.

And may I compliment also?

I've never seen finer
specimens of drunken hoodlums.

Ooh, is she upset or something?

Now, I've shivered and froze
over half the Arctic Circle,

hunting these here whale
bones so women could

hold up their reputations.

And what thanks do I get?

Reminds me of the Hatty T...
got the lines of a clipper

and the disposition
of a blocky barge.

I sure hope we don't
sight her again.

Let's go back where we came from.

Hey, Dan, ho, Dan,
what in the Sam hill?

Where are you?

What... what happened?

I thought you were gonna meet
me after you got tied up.

Well, something happened
that kept me onboard.

Oh, did you miss the time?

Yeah, sure, I guess you did
the honors for both of us, huh?

You better sleep it off.

Oh, I don't want to go to bed.

We're going back
to the music hall,

and wait till you see
the red head that I got

lined up for you.

Well, we'll make
it some other night.

What's the matter with you?
Didn't... didn't you hear me?

I said a red head.

She's even prettier
than the one you sent

them violets to in Galveston.

I didn't have a
girl in Galvestone.

It must've been Sailaway.

Sailaway my eye, it was
you she through the lamp at.

This was even...

What else did the red head do?

What's she doing here?

You know we don't
allow women onboard.

She's no woman.

This is my kid sister, Abigail.

Abby, this is Paxton Bryce.

She arrived this afternoon,
had a kind of an accident

with a no-account drunk.

Well, what's so funny?

I was the accident.

Well, she said that it was
a low-down, no-good rowdy.

I should have recognized you, Pax.

Well, I've furnished
so much amusement.

How did she happen to cruise in?

Did you send for her?

Well, not exactly, that is I might

have mentioned in
one of my letters

that we had a lot of room onboard.

Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure,
and you also told her we're

gonna make a stop at Riverford.

Holy smokes, Dan,
we haven't got time

to be a couple of nursemaids.

Now, listen, Pepperpot,
I did send for her.

We probably hurt her feelings.

That's too bad,
but she can't stay.

Poor kid, she's probably
crying her eyes out.

A fine reception we gave her.

This country is no place for her.

It's gonna have to be.

My aunt that she's
been living with

died, and naturally, she feels
that her place is with me now.

I'm very sorry, but our plans
don't include kid sisters.

She's going back east.

Give her any excuse you like,
but you gotta get rid of her.

Nothing doing, now it's
up to me to look after her,

and she stays.

Look, Dan, you know
how bossy women are.

Before you know it, she'll
be telling us what to do.

She'll have the whole
place upside down.

Well, if that's all that's
worrying you, forget it.

You won't even know
that she's around,

and I... I promise you won't.

All right, see that I don't.

I suppose I'll have to stand
for some of these changes

around here, but the
Hatty T stays right there.

Sorry, I was just gonna put
up something I like better.

Well, maybe your brother
doesn't mind if you make

a parlor out of this
cabin, but I'd appreciate

it if you let my things alone.

And where are the old curtains?

I like them.

Those are the old curtains.

I just washed them.

Would you mind telling
me where my pipes are?

Here they are.

I washed them for you.

You what?

Oh, don't get so excited.

It's only soap and water.

Only soap and wa... oh, my...
and with my shaving brush.

So I wasn't even going
to know she was onboard,

and in the last two
weeks she's overhauled

everything but the engine.

Oh, simmer down, Pax.

Personally, I like the
way she's fixing things,

and don't forget the good
meals she's been cooking.

Yeah, all the comforts of home.

Well, I've had enough.

I'm going ashore to
look at that acreage.

Hey, the land agent said it make
a good starter for the ranch.

Well, I'll go with you.

I'd better get a couple
of cans of beans.

Why?

Abby's cooking a nice rabbit stew.

Hey, Sailaway, heave to and
tie up to the west bank.

Sailaway, you and
Runty stay behind

and give Miss Abby a hand.

This tub is turning into
a cruddy, old hen house.

Splice me for a one-eyed eel.

I ain't no cabin
boy, Mr. Taylor.

Of course, you aren't, Sailaway.

And I'll handle the
rest till we take

a look at Mr. Bryce's property.

It isn't every day that you can
catch a glimpse of an empire,

is it?

No, ma'am.

Are we ready?

There's the boundary marker.

Now, way up in those rolling
hills is another marker,

and everything in between is the...

Is the Bryce Empire?

And is that the cattle
that come with it?

All right, Runty,
man your station.

We'll put the little
critter in drydock.

I'll take the bow.

You take the stern.

Mr. Bryce!

Mr. Bryce!

Look.

Oh, it doesn't look bad at that.

There are a lot of
things to consider, Pax.

We don't know anything
about the cattle business.

We can learn, can't we?

Look at that.

When I see that, there's only
one thing I can think of.

How much land can I get, and
how many cows go with it?

You're letting your imagination
run away with you as usual.

If it wasn't for my imagination,
we wouldn't have a nickel.

Why, we wouldn't have run
cotton, and we wouldn't have...

Well, this time, you're wrong.

I think, Dan, that...

Now, I know you had to come along.

Please, don't bother thinking.

I was just going to
agree with you, Mr. Bryce.

Oh.

Oh, you were?

Well, that's a little different.

Then neither of you are
using any common sense.

Who's gonna buy beef from
us in these parts when

they can get it for nothing?

They won't here, but they
will up north and back east.

They're paying $10
a head in Abilene,

and that fella, Chism, proved
that cattle can make the trip.

Yeah, it's a point, but
why throw away money buying

and when you can round up
all the cattle you want?

Oh, it won't always be like that.

Someday, all this land
will be privately owned.

Of course, it will, Dan.

The country is growing this
way, and before long, there

will be a new way of living, law
and order and property rights.

There will be no place
for wild cattle hunters.

You'll have to have your
own range, and a lot of it.

Well, Dan, we're, uh,
two to one against you.

So you two are pulling
together for a change?

Well, I know when I'm licked.

We'll sell the Betsy Ann
to that fella in Riverford.

Well, Abby, I, uh, guess I was
a little bit wrong about you.

It's, uh, getting to be a pleasure

having you around here.

That's the first nice
thing you've said to me.

You better be careful.

It might get to be a habit.

You couldn't be.

A habit is, uh, something
you're not conscious of.

Like that awful
frown when you're mad?

Well, that's, uh, self defense.

Begging your pardon, Skipper,
what are we gonna do now?

You can swap that harpoon
for a branding iron.

We're going to work.

A harpoon on dry land,
why, that's plum loony.

I'm gonna get me a
buffalo for a pin cushion.

I'll cleave him clean
in two at 100 yards.

Sailaway, you're gonna make a
valuable man on a cattle ranch,

the way you can throw the bull.

I hope it's as good
as it looks, Abby.

It better be.

I put eight eggs in it.

Eight eggs in one cake?

The Bryce and Taylor Ranch
must be doing all right.

Boy, that's pretty now.

Why don't you let it
burn a little while?

I don't know.

Happy birthday, sis.

Happy birthday, Abby.

And to the first anniversary
of the Bryce-Taylor Ranch.

We have to drink to that.

Are you gonna cut
the cake right away?

Sure, we want to eat it.

How about it, boys?

Should we wait for the
cake, or should do it now?

No.

Right now?

All right, Abby...

We're, uh,
all mighty pleased at the way

you stuck by us through
a pretty tough year.

And since this is your birthday,
we, uh, want to give you these.

Oh, gee, I don't know
how to thank you all.

Come on.

Open 'em up.

Let's see what it is.

From Sailaway and Runty.

Oh, look.

That nice?

Oh, it's lovely.

Oh, of course, you don't have to...

Didn't you like it?

Sure.

Because you're twice as
big, you get kissed twice.

Gosh, I wish I was
as big as an elephant.

Well, ain't ya?

Well, uh, open up the other one.

Oh, Pax, it's beautiful.

Gosh, a pair of laced chaps.

I didn't buy 'em.

The sales lady must
have put 'em in.

I'll put the dress away
so it won't get wrinkled.

How about a little
song, huh, Runty?

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, a little song.

Come on, boys.

You better stop that gal,
and she's got him earmarked.

Earmarked?

That lass has got him
roped and hogtied.

She sure has.

Oh, Pax, it's the loveliest
present of all, oh.

It's all just beginning, Abby.

There isn't anything the
future won't give you.

All I want and need is
right here with me now.

Oh, Pax, we'll build
something fine together,

something we can be proud of.

We can be married
before I go to Abilene.

Oh, and this will make
such a lovely wedding dress.

Certainly, what do
you think I got it for?

Pretty sure of me, weren't you?

I never heard of such conceit.

Well, I...

If it's just a question of you,
I could say, no, but I don't

see how I can resist the dress.

Give me some
time to blow the man down.

Oh, it's sailors and
tinkers and tailors as men.

Hey, hey, blow the man down.

Have I but known,
I would have arrived

sooner for our celebration.

What do you want,
payment for your cattle?

Oh, no, monsieur, but you
plenty of cattle now, eh?

Yes, and plenty,
but they're all ours.

Oui, oui, ours, eh?

Not yours, ours.

The old score is all settled.

Absolutely, Dominique
Beauchard always start clean

with his new partners, eh?

Well, why do you laugh?

It was my idea to
go into business.

My idea, your money,
yeah, we are partners, no?

No.

You don't have enough claim,
not even for a single hoof

or horn.

Yeah, but I have a different view.

Listen, Beauchard, if we
catch you or anybody else

taking any of our cattle, I'll
give you a dose of stomach

pills you can't digest.

Do we understand each other?

Hey, I know how you feel, but
I, too, have ideas like yours.

I would like a big ranch
in my Louisiana where I

can be a big man of much power.

That's your affair.

But when you're on
this side of the river,

you keep your eyes peeled
for our boundary markers.

Oh, I have seen
them, but, uh, I don't

believe little words on paper.

He wasn't bluffing.

We can take care
of him, all right.

Think you ought to put
off the drive to Abeline?

Not by a jug full,
we need all the money

those cattle will bring.

You'll have enough men to
take care of Beauchard.

I'd relish doing it for a fact.

Come on, Runty, let's
finish the song.

Yeah, come on.

Oh, sailors as
tinkers and tailors as men, oh,

ho, blow the man down.

Well, go on, Paxton.

- Good luck.
- Thanks, Dan, so long.

Bye, Ms. Bryce.

Take care of yourself, Sailaway.

Yeah, Sailaway, take
good care of my husband.

Likely as not, he'll
take care of me, ma'am.

Well, come on, Runty.

Promise you'll be
careful, darling.

It's such a dangerous trip.

And if anything
happened to you, I...

Nothing will, not when I
have you waiting for me.

I'll be back by Thanksgiving.

Goodbye, Abby.

Goodbye.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Come back here, you buzzard.

No use in running!

You're gonna roost in my oven.

Come back here, you buzzard.

Hello, Willa May.

Hello, Willa May.

Oh, hi, [inaudible].

Everything all right?

Well, I know we'll have a
real Thanksgiving, sure enough.

How about a piece of
that good old apple pie?

Pie is waiting.

But don't you mess
up my kitchen 'cause

you know I know you cowboys.

Oh.

Oh, Pax, I'm so glad you're home.

Not any gladder than I am.

I got you a little thing.

I sold the cattle, and
then I went right out

and bought you the finest
present they had in Abeline.

Bring it in, Saillaway.

Wait till you see it.

We missed you, Sailaway.

Nothing like home port, ma'am.

Where you want it?

Put it right there.

Just the only one in the
world, I had it made special.

Well, there she be, with
not a scratch on her hull.

You like it, honey?

Like it?

Oh, it's fit for a king.

That's what he'll be someday.

Oh, Abby, he's going to make
our future complete, something

to build for.

What's the matter?

Lately, I haven't been
so sure of our future.

I've been worried, Pax.

You'll get those notions
right out of your head.

We'll have the best
doctor that mo...

Oh, it isn't that.

It's Dan and the ranch.

Beauchard's been raiding
us ever since you left.

Why didn't you tell
me in your letters?

I'd have come right back.

Dan thought he could
catch him, but he's managed

to slip away every time.

I guess I didn't take that
hombre seriously enough.

Where's Dan now?

He's gone to Blue Rock Canyon.

He put some cattle
there to drop Beauchard.

Oh, Pax, I'm afraid.

Dan may be walking
into a trap, himself.

Beauchard seems to know ev...

If you don't stop that fretting,

you won't have any appetite
for that turkey dinner.

I'll go give Dan a hand.

Runty, hold it.

Wait till they start
moving the herd.

Augustin, you are a
wise old fox to find

so many cow in one place.

For that, I am going to promise
you one hundred gold piece, eh?

What's wrong, Dominique?

Hey, now I know why
there are so many cow

where the glass is so poor.

I smell a [inaudible].

This place is no
good, and we must go.

All right, fellas.

Hi, Pax.

Hi, Mr. Bryce.

Hello, boys, how are ya?

Well, you missed quite a ruckus.

Yeah?

I finally got Beauchard.

He wound up in the river.

That's the best day's
work you ever did.

I don't want any trouble
for the next few months

on account of Abby.

That's right.
How'd things go in Abeline?

Got top prices.

Good.

You are hurt, huh?

My friend, they give me something

I will not forget too soon.

Ah, oui.

Take it easy, Pax.

Abby will be all right.

Hey, that squeal's pretty high.

It must be a girl.

It's gotta be a boy.

I made him a harpoon.

Is she all right, Willa May?

She's fine, so is your son.

Whoo...

Shh, y'all be quiet.

Come on.

The cigars are on me.

Help yourself, boys.

Oh, thanks.

How's it feel to be Pop?

I don't know.

Uncle Dan?

That's right.

Lucky it wasn't a girl, Skipper.

We'd have had a tough
time raising her.

Oh, what do you know
about raising kids?

Everything, I was the
last in a 14-kid family,

and I never did get enough to eat.

And good thing you didn't.

Let me tell you
some of the troubles

I had when I was a kid.

And that, my mates, is how come
I had the measles 14 times.

How many times?

14.

Go on in, Pax, and
meet your new boss.

I can't tell you
how much I love you.

He's beautiful, Pax.

He has your eyes.

Husky little shaver, isn't he?

Yes, sir, awful
lucky, [inaudible].

Pax, Jr., for every
one of those pounds,

I'll get you 10,000 acres.

And for every year after
that, I'll double it.

Hold it this way, two fingers.

Now, keep the elbow stiff.

Put your weight on your right
foot, and bend your knees.

That she blows.

No, no, Pax, get
some heft into it.

But you I could rope it.

Ah, what kind of
sailing talk is that?

Aw, gee, Sailaway, I
don't want to be a whaler.

I'm a cowboy.

Listen here, young feller,
whaling is a noble profession,

and you're gonna be
the great whaler...

Not if I have anything to say.

Good morning, Pop.

I got up extra early for our
ride, but you'd gone, though.

I went into town to
get something for you.

My pony?

Where is it?

Runty's on him.

Oh.

Sailaway, I don't like
to be at you all the time,

but you've got to stop spouting
that kind of talk to Paxton.

Well, blast my
barnacles, Mr. Bryce.

I hate to see the lad
grow into a landlubber.

He's not going to be
foot-loose wind jammer.

He's going to grow up to be a
solid, dependable man that the

whole country can look up to.

Aye aye, sir, but I still say he

ain't cut out for no cowpoke.

Mom, Mom, look, my very own pony.

He's great, isn't he, Mom?

Oh, I'm glad you like it.

You haven't even
noticed the saddle.

Oh, it's wonderful
and just my size,

thanks, and a real lariat.

Yeah, made it special for you.

You did?

Thanks, Runty.

Is it what you ordered, son?

Oh, you're the best pop in the
word, and you're the best mom.

Well, up we go.

How are the stirrups?

They're just right, yahoo.

You'll be out-riding
me in no time.

Patch is awful smart, Pop.

She handles easier than
a smoke in a fair breeze.

I wish you wouldn't pay
quite as much attention

to Sailaway's yarns, son.

Oh, I listen 'cause I like him.

Can I go on the next round up?

Oh, that might be a good idea.

It's about time you
learned how a ranch is run.

You just keep your
eyes open and watch

everything I do because someday
you're gonna be the boss.

Am I?

If I watch you, will
be a real cattleman?

Pax, raising cattle
is a mighty big job.

It's probably the biggest
job in the United States.

You know, once
Abraham Lincoln said,

we must get beef to all the
country, both North and South.

He was talking to
cattlemen like you and me.

He left us with
that responsibility,

so we'll have to live up to it.

Golly, if we're
gonna feed everybody,

we'll have to round
up a lot of steers.

Lucky I got my new lariat.

I rope calves and help ride herds.

We can always use
a good hand, son.

Now, I guess we better get home.

Want to race?

All right, come on.

At the end of
the trail, little pal,

when the sun
disappears in the west,

at the end of the trail,
little pal, we will

have real contentment and rest.

If we should be parted
by some trick of fate,

wait at the old corral.

Why don't you all go to work?

You know you may
depend that you'll find me,

old friend, at the end
of the trail, little pal.

These figures are impossible,
3,000 had less than last year.

Every year, your tallies have
been off, more each time.

Well, I can vouch for the figures.

We've combed every
inch of the range.

Yeah, I thought at
first it was drought,

freezing, normal strain
when you consider

the size of the
herds we're handling,

but 3,000 head is
too much of a leak.

I don't like the
look of it, myself.

Pop, will you fix my lariat?

Not now, Pax, I'm busy.

There's only one answer for it.

Other ranchers are
driving our cattle

to market alongside of their
own and burning out our brands.

There's a sure way to stop it.

Close the range to everybody.

That'll cause a peck
of trouble, Mr. Bryce.

Folks have always driven
across each other's land.

They're not going
across mine anymore.

Post no trespassing
signs, and patrol

the range to make sure everybody
understands we mean it.

Don't you think we better
wait till Mr. Taylor

gets back from Galveston?

I gave you your orders, Ford.

Pop, are Mr. Crowder and
his friends our cattle?

Somebody is, and we're
gonna put a stop to it.

Ah, Pierre, the
journey was good, eh?

Oh, good 1,000
times, such fat cows.

I should thank Monsieur
Bryce and Taylor

for raising them for me, huh?

Yeah, also the saints
that they don't find out it

is you who take them
all these years.

Yeah, but you forget.

I am a ghost.
Was I not drowned?

Hey, something happened
while you was away.

Oui?

Oui, I buy the Lamir
Plantation at St. Croix.

You bought...

Oui, oui.

Well, soon, you will be the
most rich man in Louisiana.

Well, the most rich and
the most powerful, heh?

Well, can I help it if
my good partners are so

careless with their cows, hmm?

Well, no, no.

- Howdy, Mr. Taylor.
- Howdy.

How are you doing, Mr. Taylor?

Hi, boys, glad to
see you all again.

Well, thank you.

Why are the artillery?

No outside herds allowed on
the range, Mr. Bryce's orders.

Some of the outfits are kinda hot,

but so far they're
just calling names.

They you are.

Now, it'll run free
without grabbing.

Thanks, Pop.

Pax, what are you
thinking of, closing

the ranch to outside cattle?

Well, you know all
Texas is open range.

Well, it's about time it wasn't.

A man can't raise a decent
herd with every scrub

bull mixing with this stock.

He puts out feed.

Another man's cattle eats it.

You can't even run
steers on your own land.

Somebody grabs 'em.

Just the same, you can't
go around stepping on folks.

Well, let 'em keep out of my way.

Pax, you don't have to push
people against the wall.

Well, if you make those
ranchers drive the long way

to market, there won't be any meat

left on their cattle to sell.

You'll force 'em out of business.

This country was made for men that

can stand on their own feet.

If you want to survive,
you have to fight.

You can't be a sentimentalist.

And you can't play
lord and master.

You forget it took the little
man as well as the big one

to make this country what it is.

I can do without your lecture.

You've gotten so puffed up
with your own importance...

Dan, please don't quarrel.

I won't, Abby.

Have it your own
way, but remember.

You can only push 'em so far.

Pax, what's happened to you?

You've changed so.

You're hard and greedy.

Hard and greedy because
I'm fighting to keep

what I have for my family?

I'll see them in...

Pop, why?

Is it because you're turning
people off our place?

Mm-hmm, we can't let 'em
keep on stealing our cattle

till we have none left, so we
have to keep 'em out, don't we?

You betcha, Pop,
and when I grow up,

- I'll help you fight 'em.
- Sure.

Hush, Pax.

You mustn't talk like that.

What do you want him
to be, a mollycoddle,

afraid to fight for what's his?

I want him to know there
are two ways of putting out

a hand, in a shake or a slap.

You get back a hand according.

Howdy, I'd like to
see Bryce or Taylor.

Pax, it is a mighty good
notion, getting this breed.

It's certainly built
to pack a lot of beef.

Look, Dad.

He's got a pillow on the neck.

That's a brahma bull, Pax.

We'll cross him
with our longhorns,

and that'll give us a
higher percentage of beef.

Bryce and Taylor are
sure getting highfalutin,

building a castle like this.

I wouldn't mind
being in their boots.

Well, you could be
if you pushed folks

off the land the way they have.

They tried to buy me out,
but I sent them packing.

I told Bryce he wasn't
trampling on me.

Crowder's got a lot
of nerve, coming here

after running you two hand.

I wonder what he wants?

I don't know.

Howdy, boys.

Hello, Crowder.

Hello.

Now, we came to,
uh, well, a brahma.

Aren't Texas longhorns good
enough for your outfit?

We decided that
improving our stock

might encourage our
neighbors to do likewise.

Leading ranchers should
set an example, of else

how is the cattle industry
in Texas going to grow?

It was growing
before you were born,

and it'll be growing
after you're gone.

I'll shove it along
while I'm here,

and my son will carry
on where I leave off.

I'm learning now, Mr. Crowder.

I'm gonna be Pop's right-hand man.

Well, how about getting
down to business?

This is Mr. McKay.

He represents the Great
Southwest Railroad Company.

How do you do, sir?

- Mr. Bryce and Mr. Taylor.
- Mr. Bryce.

How are you?
How do you do?

Mr. McKay has a deal for you.

It concerns every man here.

Well, might as
well be comfortable.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Go ahead, Mr. McKay.

Well, gentlemen,
our company proposes

to build a line from
Abilene to Riverford,

and we're obtaining rights of way.

So far, everyone along the
route has given us permission,

but we must have yours to
complete the final link.

Sorry, Mr. McKay,
but for my part,

no railroad is going
through our property.

Well, you can't think of
yourself all the time, Bryce.

This'll benefit
the whole community

and make Riverford a
great cattle center.

Maybe, and it'll also bring
in a tidal wave of settlers.

Before you know it, they'll be
demanding roads, town sites.

They'll cut up the
land into farms.

We cattlemen will be crowded out.

Hold on, Pax.

Maybe we can get on
without a railroad,

but I claim some of
the smaller outfits

are entitled to make
a decent profit, too.

And they can, by freighting
their cattle to Abeline

instead of driving 'em.

You're right.

Mr. Taylor's right.

You know the cattle industry
needs range, enormous range,

and a railroad will kill it.

I say it stays out.

You've got your sights levelled
on the wrong target, Pax.

I guess there's nothing I
can say that will switch him.

Mr. Bryce, don't you
realize you're stopping

development in this territory?

McKay, it's taken years to
put this range together, years

of sweat, struggle, and fight.

I am not letting your
railroad tear it down.

I am sorry we can't get together.

So am I, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mr. Crowder, it looks
like our deal is off.

None of the land is any
good to us without theirs.

Well, they're riding high now,
but they won't ride on forever.

When I was
walking down Paradise Street,

hey, hey, blow the man down.

Up with the young damsel
that I chanced to meet,

give me some time to
blow the man down.

Where did you get my pet fan?

I borrowed it to shoe
the flies off Patch.

She growed a tail
for that purpose.

Not on her front end.

You don't mind, do you, Mom?

If anything should happen to
it, I'll buy you another one.

You could never
replace it, darling.

It's the first present
your father ever game me.

Oh, I'll be careful.

I'll put it away as
soon as we get home.

A rabbit, let's chase it.

Bryce can drive off some
of the smaller outfits,

but he can't stop this drive,
not if we all stick together.

Still and all, it
will be a trespassing.

Well, how are we gonna
get our cows to market?

Why, it would take a week
to circle their range.

If we don't shortcut, we
have to cross the river

and get on through the bayous.

We can't drive steers through
mud that has no bottom.

[inaudible] cut across Dry Creek.

The Bryce-Taylor outfit
shot 20 of his steers

and creased him in the shoulder.

Well, they're clamping
down on us, just

like they planned all along.

They won't be satisfied until
they starve every one of us

out.

No sidewinder is gonna keep
me from making a living.

Me, neither.

Just let 'em try to stop us.

Sorry, Mr. Crowder, but you
can't cut across Bryce-Taylor

Ranch anymore.

Well, we've been
doing it right along,

and we don't aim to change now.

Mr. Bryce says different.

Boyd, you keep out of the way.

We're coming through.

Crowder, turn those cows.

We don't want trouble.

Son, you've got it.

All right, bring 'em on.

Stop.

You can't come on our place.

My pop said so.

Come on.

Over there!

Drive my cattle.

There's no space, Pax.

Get out of the way.

Stop.

Pax.

Stop.

Pax.

I tried to keep 'em out, Pop...

like you said.

Pax.

Oh, no.

Oh, Dan.

There's something
I want to say, Pax.

I've been doing a
heap of calculating.

Oh, not now, Dan.

I can't think.

I've been going crazy.

I can't believe he's gone.

I had so many plans for him.

How's Abby?

She hasn't talked to me for days.

She's taking it pretty hard.

Swine, they won't be staying...

They're not responsible.

You are.

You pinned them in a corner, drove

them into going against you.

They didn't have to kill my son.

I'll keep 'em off this place.

I'll fence the whole ranch.

I'll put a bullet in the first
one that sets foot on it.

And you'll do it alone.

When we started this ranch,
we wanted to make it something

we'd be proud of, but you've
turned it into a thing that

reeks of greed and
oppression and a thing

that all decent
people hold against.

It's already cost the
life of an innocent child.

What's happened is
only the beginning.

There will be more killings,
more bloodshed, and for what,

so you can have a few more miles
or range and a few more cows?

I can't stomach your
notions any longer.

You've gone soft.

Well, I won't.

You've done enough.

Stay out of this, Abby.

Now, I have had my craw full.

I am putting an end
to this partnership.

Good, I'll buy your interest.

That suits me.

Paxton, listen.

Hate and revenge will destroy you.

It won't bring our son back.

What kind of a mother are you?

You want me to turn
my other cheek?

Well, I won't.

That's not my way.

Your way is to rule and trample
the people, grab for yourself

at every turn.

You taught it to Pax.

You're very words led him to it.

It's easy enough to blame me.

But if I had it all
to do over again,

I'd still teach him to
fight for what's his.

Pax, you're blind,
and you'll stay blind.

There's no place in your heart
for love and understanding.

I can't go on like this.

That's up to you.

I'll miss your
spouting, you big walrus,

but Ms. Abby will need me.

Goodbye, Sailaway.

You've been awfully kind to me.

Thanks, ma'am.

Things won't seem ship shape
around here without you.

Bye.

Abby...

Still set on leaving?

I'm sorry, Pax, terribly sorry.

We had something
fine and beautiful.

It wasn't enough for us.

Ready, Abby?

I'll have the money for
you as soon as possible.

Whenever is convenient,
we'll be in Riverford.

Goodbye, Abby.

Goodbye.

Mr. Bryce, Mr. Sailaway
told me to give you this.

So he ran out on me, too.

I ain't running out
on you, Mr. Bryce.

Yes, sir, you betcha.

I tore right into them pirates.

I cracked 'em on their skulls so
hard, I busted all their toes.

Bravo, bravo, mon ami.

Honored to meet you,
two honors to meet you.

Sure.

Why don't you stay here in Luciana

and come to work with me
at the Rancho [inaudible].

Nope, I'm going back to the sea.

I hate ranches.

They change people.

It makes them forget to be human.

But my boss, he's almost human.

He pays well.

He got so many cows you
can hardly see the grass.

We find them in Texas
by the [inaudible].

I don't care where you found them.

From now on, cows is
only steaks to me.

All right, have it
your way, but honor me

by meeting my boss.

He like to meet men
with courage, like you.

All right, we'll buy him a drink.

All right, and we'll drink
it, and we don't care.

Sure.

What's the matter?

Are you sick?

My liver, is that your boss?

Oui, monsieur, come
with me, will ya?

Come and meet him.

I'll meet him later.
I'm ill.

My liver is turning into a turtle.

Oh, come on.

Come on, [inaudible], a friend.

I like him.

He's cool.

Is that right, 1, 4, 7, 3, 4?

14,734, check.

Mm-hmm, as near
as I can configure,

Dan's share comes
close to $1/2 million.

If we raise that much
cash, that'll leave

us with a mighty small herd.

Hi, Skipper.

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be
halfway to the Gulf.

I was, but I ain't.

I don't want no shore leave when
there's some fighting to do.

You're drunk.

But just the same, my
eyes and ears ain't.

I found out where your
cows been going to.

Yeah, where?

Mr. Beauchard shanghaied 'em.

Beauchard?

Should Now I know you're drunk.

Sure, but just the same, I saw him

just as plain as [inaudible] light

in a tavern across the river.

Where you been all this time?

Shh.

Shh.

That's a neat job of
working these brands over.

Looks like they're
all wearing them.

Round up a couple of them.

We'll take them
along for evidence.

One bellow out of you, and I'll
tie your tongue to your trail.

Hey, what an evening we have, huh?

Now, we can dream
of our sweetheart.

Well, if it is not my old friend.

Why you no let me
know you was coming?

I stay home to welcome you.

I didn't want to put
you to any trouble.

Besides, this isn't a
social call, Beauchard.

In the last seven years, you've
stolen 10,000 of my cattle.

A normal increase would've
raised that to about 50,000.

That makes you owe me
plenty of hard cash.

But I will take my share of
our partnership, and I keep it.

I have men, both loyal and brave,

and they will not let you
take my cows from my ranch.

There's more than one
way of collecting a debt.

If you kill me, my men will shoot

you before you can go a mile.

So what you gain, eh?

I guess you're right.

I hadn't thought about that.

But what can you do about this?

Dominique Beauchard, you have
been found guilty of the charge

of capital stealing.

The sentence of this
court is that you

be confined for the term
of from two to five years.

That's just a vacation.

If I was skipping this
here show, I'd stake him out

on a yard arm.

Shh.

Mr. Bryce, I understand
you have filed

suit in the Louisiana
courts for the value

of your stolen cattle.

In view of this verdict, you
should get your money quickly.

It is bad to lose
the money, but it

is better to save the neck, eh?

Your luck is they only tried
you for stealing cattle.

You have no cause to grin.

Stand up.

I'm not through with you yet.

There is another matter.

Beauchard, you've been a thorn
in the side of law and order

in Texas for over 10 years,
but the law always catches up

with killers like you.

For your raid on
Clarksville, where

you were responsible for
the death of four persons

and on Melford, which
you burned to the ground

at a cost of more lives, for
your attack on half a dozen

ranches, the order of this course

is that you be remanded to
the custody of the sheriff

to stand trail for murder.

Court dismissed.

Thanks for everything, Beauchard.

It is too soon for
thanks, monsieur.

I promise you.

You are very foxy.

Foxy, yeah, but look.

I am in here.

That's a good one.

That sure is a good one.

What do you want?

I have fresh clothes
for Monsieur Beauchard.

All right, come in.

Let's have a look at them.

Oh, oui, oh, they are just
handkerchiefs, socks, and

a robe that will keep him warm.

Oh, a cord, uh, to
tie around the middle

to keep up the whole arm, huh?

All right, let me have them.

Hey, but why are you
keep me wait so many days?

The police come to the ranch.

We had to hide in the hills.

And they have taken all the
gold and put it in the bank

until they're there for it.

Oh, well, that is most convenient.

Well, we'll be rolling
east in about 10 minutes.

Do you suppose we'll
ever get used to living

there again after all this?

Oh, sure, we will,
and it'll be better.

Barbed wire, consigned to
the Bryce-Taylor Ranch,

confound Pax's hide.

He's just begging for trouble.

Oh, Dan, he is so wrong.

And the terrible part is
he believes he's right.

Now will you agree that we've
got to clip Bryce's wings?

That's the cruelest
contraption ever invented,

and he's using it to
fence his whole range.

It started coming in last night,

and they've carted
most of it away.

They called it barbed wire.

Look at them barbs.

Well, that'll tear
the cattle to pieces.

We've got to drive
him out of the country

before he puts up a [inaudible].

Well, he's like jimson weed.

He's choking us to death.

I'm for making a necktie social.

Now, you're talking.

We'll all meet tonight
at Mesquite Flats.

Pass the word to
the rest of the men,

and get to every man in Riverford.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here, too.

Dan, we'll have to warn him.

They'll kill him.

I thought I'd stop loving
him, but I haven't.

When it comes to Pax, changing
our minds is a Taylor habit.

I'll ride out.

You and Runty stay
here at the hotel

while this thing blows over.

And they won't rest until you're

swinging from a limb, Pax.

Now, come on and give up the
idea of using barbed wire.

I'll run this ranch as I see fit.

No mob is gonna dictate to
me when I'm in the right.

You're no more in the
right than you were when

you accused them of rustling.

Oh, admit it and
pull in your horns.

Dan, my son died keeping
them off this place.

And as long as I live,
they're gonna stay off, if I

have to turn Texas upside down.

They'll pull this house
apart brick by brick and...

What do you care?

It's not your property.

You got your check.

Now, go on, before they show up.

All right, I'll go.

For 15 years, I've been sticking
my neck out beside yours.

Now, I'm through.

Runty, where have you been?

Dan hasn't come back
yet, and I'm worried.

I'm going to the ranch.

Well, you can bet I'll
get you out of here.

Riverford ain't gonna be healthy.

Why?
What's happened?

Well, nothing, I
was down by the river

and heard two Frenchy
boatmen yammering.

Beauchard and his
pack of scuttlers

are coming in from Las
Cumbres, and they're

gonna sack the town.

There's nobody here to stop them.

Crowder and his men...

I know all about it, Cal.

Runty and I will try to
stop them at the flat.

You get all the women and
children together and put them

in the schoolhouse.

Well, it looks like every
man in town turned out.

All right, men, march your horses.

Get your rifles from
Mr. Whites on the porch.

Your ammunition is there, too.

Got an extra six shooter for me?

I was hoping you'd come back.

The fight wouldn't seem natural
without the two of us in it.

Well, that's the way I figure.

They may have left
the flats by now.

You go on after them, and
I'll shortcut to the ranch

and get help.

Aye aye, Skipper.

Hey, [inaudible].

Every man in town is gone.

Only the old ones stayed there.

Oh, certainly, those ranchers,
they make Monsieur Bryce

pay for his sins.

And while they do, Dominique
Beauchard will collect, eh?

We march.

Remember, the ranches in
the valley belong to you,

and I give you the town
also, but not the bank.

That belong to me.

Hold it.

Hey, Skipper, it's Ms. Abby.

Open the gates.

Open 'em up.

I thought I told you to stay
in town until this thing blows

over.

Beauchard's at Las Cumbres,
and he's got hundreds of men.

He's gonna attack Riverford.

Let him attack.

But, Pax, he'll wipe
out the entire valley.

Those women and children...

Let their men take
care of them instead

of using their mob rule on me.

Runty's gone after
them, but I'm afraid he

won't reach them in time.

You can't let those women
and children suffer, Pax.

Your fight's not with them.

She's right, Pax.

Why should I worry
about their families?

They didn't worry about mine.

Even so, we've got to help them.

While we ride to the
rescue, that pack of wolves

tears my ranch apart.

Oh, no, Pax, Jr. paid a
big price for this place,

and I'm not letting go
for a noble gesture.

It won't make it
easier on you to bring

agony on others, in spite
of what those men have done.

They love their families
as much as we loved Pax.

Would you want them to
go through what we have?

No, I wouldn't.

You go down to the old
ranch house with Willa May.

You'll be safer there.

Well, Dan, I guess this
is the end of our empire.

Sure, but I've got a
notion you're starting

to build something better.

Sailaway, Ford, all you
men, get your horses.

Beauchard's got us outnumbered,
but from where he is,

he'll have to go
through Bottleneck Pass.

We're a lot closer
to it than he is.

I've got a hunch we
can even up the odds.

You all ready, men?

Yeah.

Come on, keep working.

Make those anchor posts
good and solid, men.

If that fire trap
doesn't hold them,

this barricade has got to.

Throw some brush over it.

Hey.

Whoa, hey.

Hey, you fellas better
pound it back to town

'cause Beauchard's
gonna pounce on it.

Well, you hold your shirttail.

He's up in jail in Sabine.

Taylor told me so, himself.

Well, this rabbit is
just one of Bryce's men.

It's a trick to stall us.

It is not a trick.
I tell ya.

Beauchard is heading for the...

You go back and tell
your boss we're not giving

him time to get set for us.

Go on.

Oh, listen, fellas.

Hey, Crowder, wait, hey.

Lay low and wait for the signal.

All right, men, get down.

I don't want to spoil everything.

Wait till they start
coming back out.

Come on, Ford.

Start plugging that gap.

Light up, here.

What kind of trick is this?

Pierre, it is not
good to play with fire.

We go back.

We take longer way to town.

All right, let 'em go.

Hop to it.

Keep this fire
blazing! [inaudible].

Come with me.

We are trapped, but we'll get out.

Follow me.

Get ready, men.

Wait till they start up the slope.

Now will you believe me?

Them ain't dogs barking.

Sounds like it's coming
from the bottleneck.

Well, maybe Bryce sent some
of his men to draw us off.

That firing is too heavy.

Bryce hasn't got
that big of a gun.

I'm taking a look.

Hey, we better all
take a look, huh?

Come on.

Hey.

Hey, tell Willy about
that one, will ya?

Make a go for it.

Another man down, Pax.

Back to the rocks.

Eh, [inaudible], cactus wire, huh?

Well, salut.

Pull it.

Pull it down.

Pull it down.

Pull it.

Pull it.

Pull those ropes.

Pull.

We gotta play our ace, Pax.

Sure, Skipper,
let's give it to 'em.

Go ahead.

That blast ought to stop them.

Hold it, men.

Round 'em up.

He ain't trumped, but
he's sure for drydock.

Bryce, from now on,
you can string as much

of that barbed wire as you want
to, and I'll go to help you.

You fellas saved our families,
and we won't forget it.

I guess we've both
been wrong, Crowder.

I can't stop the railroads
any more than you

can stop fenced-in ranges.

They're both here
to stay because they

both mean progress.

Texas is... Dan, you better finish.

Well, Pax means that
if we all pull together,

we can make this the finest
state in the union, the cattle

center of the country, so we're
letting the railroad through.

When we put up our fences,
we're gonna leave plenty

of gates for our neighbors.

Give me them pills, you
big bunch of barnacle.

You ain't giving these to the
Skipper, your little sand crab.

Let go, or I'll flatten
you like a flounder.

But the catalog says they're
good for man or beast.

Yeah, sure, I swallowed
one this morning,

- and my teeth are still rattling.
- I don't care.

- Give them to me.
- No.

Now, give me them.

Here's the bottle.

Eat one pill, it'll make you
tie a knot in an octopus.

Eat 'em yourself.

She's all the medicine
I'll ever need.