All language subtitles for The Tall Texan-624073.English

(peaceful orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Load that stuff in the back.

Hill ain't on the map, Captain.
We're right about there.

Rest assured, sir, I've been shuttling

across this skillet for the past 10 years.

Saves two days to El Paso. Now
the regular stage route goes-

- I can see the regular stage route.

- This trip's been nothing but a problem

since the time we left.

- All right, then, if you wanna
wait for the regular stage.

- Oh, please, Jerry. It's
just that I'm hot and tired

and now that killer.

- Are we gonna move or are
we gonna stay the night?

- Yes, sir. We're shovin' right off.

Sheriff, call your man.

- Trask!

Everybody aboard. We're moving.

Here, let me help you, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- You've done nothin'
but delay us. Get in.

(foot thuds)

- I gotta put 'em someplace, lady.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Now what?

Change places.
- It's all right.

I wish we'd never come
on this foolish trip.

- [Jerry] A trip that'll
net me a handsome profit

can hardly be called foolish.

- Pioneering in this
country can be awful rough.

- Men go where there's money to be made.

- And women?

- They go with the men who make it.

Or try.

(bright orchestral music)

- Whoa, whoa.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What's up?

- Rider ahead, coming through fast.

If he ain't careful, he'll toss himself.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Take a look.

- Hey!

Come on, come on.

Whoa, whoa.

- Trask, you stay here.

- He's about had it.

(Trask breathes heavily)

- Well, what'll we do?
- Nothing we can do.

- He'll die if you leave him here.

- Takin' him ought to
be caught in trouble.

- But he's hurt!

At least get him to the
next town where's a doctor.

- Leave him.

- I thought I told you
to stay in the wagon.

All right, let's put him in the wagon.

- A man's dying doesn't mean
very much to you, does it?

- On the contrary. A man's
dying means a lot to me.

(brooding orchestral music)

- Why were you runnin'?

Who were you runnin' from?

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(tense orchestral music)

Halt!

- Whoa, whoa.

What is it?

(distant war cry)

- Comanches.

- But this is Menbrano country.

There ain't been no Comanches
this far north in 10-12 years.

- [Jerry] What is this? What's going on?

- Shh!

(distant war cry)

- Head for those rocks.

- We'll never make it.
- Then make for that shoulder!

- Hey! Come on!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Jerry] How do we know they're after us?

- What do you suggest we
do? Stay here and find out?

Sheriff!

Unlock his irons.

- Why?

- We need this gun where
it'll do the most good.

Quick!

- Get on the floor, lady.

(dramatic orchestral music)
(hooves thunder)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(wagon clatters)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(Native Americans howl)

(guns fire)

(Native Americans howl)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Be good, boy. Be good.

Whoa, boy, now.

Whoa, boy.

- Sheriff.
- (grunts) I'm all right.

Lift it up a little bit. I
think I can get out from under.

- [Ben] Whoa, boy.

- Trask!

Come here!

Grab a hold of this.

(Sheriff groans)

- Right! Huh?
(Sheriff groans)

- Clear.

- It's all right now,
ma'am. They've all gone.

- Where's Jerry?

(melancholy orchestral music)

- Oh, I, I'm sorry, ma'am.

- He's gone. The neck's broken.

He felt no pain.

- Well, I guess that's that.

- Found out why he was runnin'.

He carved up another Comanche.

- [Theodore] Our mistake
was takin' him on.

- Yeah, that about sums it up.

We better get over there under cover.

- You think they might come back?

- [Theodore] Yep.

- What about Jerry?

- [Theodore] Later.

(Native American speaks foreign language)

- No.

- Now what?

- Wants that pony.

- Well, of all the blood
suckin', flea pickin'-

- Well, if he can't walk, he can crawl.

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(ominous orchestral music)

- What's that?

Looks like gold.
- Let me see.

- It is gold.

- Hard to identify that rock.

- Rock, a gold rock.

Let me have it.

Ask him where he found it.

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

- Keaton River about
two days ride from here.

- Tell him we'll give him a
horse if he takes us there.

(Ben speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

That settles that.

- Hold on.

We're in no position
to go huntin' for gold.

Besides, what about the lady?

- Well we might try and get her
as far as El Paso, I reckon.

- Well I reckon the lady has
somethin' to say about that.

Nobody's cutting me out.

- It's not gonna be easy for a woman.

- Since when was it easy?

A little gold would make
it a lot easier for me.

I could pick my company, for a change.

- Uh-huh.

- But I'm taking in a prisoner.

- There's no time limit on
bringing him in, is there?

- No, but he's gotta stand trial.

- I'm in no hurry.

- How're we gonna get there?

- Walk.
- Walk?

Well, what about food and water?

- We'll have to make
do with what we've got.

- Well, we ain't got much.
We're taking a big chance.

- For a big payoff. I vote we get started.

- [Carney] I admire your pluck, ma'am,

but not even an Indian would
travel this country afoot.

- Shh!

(ominous orchestral music)

(Joshua hums melodically)

(Joshua hums melodically)

(Joshua hums melodically)

- Well, hello.

"Captain Theodore Bess, Shipmaster."

(hums melodically)

"Permanent revocation of license." (tuts)

Sorry. Goodbye, Captain.

(hums melodically)

(hums melodically)

Oh, uh...

Hello, folks! Uh...

Don't look now, lady.

I'm afraid he's dead.

- Who are you?

- Tinnen's my name.

Joshua Tinnen. I trade out of Silver City.

General merchandise, as you can see.

Hams and bacon, sugar and
salt. Spices and vinegar.

Calicals, flannels. Scissors
and knives, pots and pans.

- Hey, Captain. Lookee here.

Everything we need. (chuckles)
- Yeah.

- And the best of everything!
If we can come to terms.

- We'll come to terms, all right.

There's more of that where that came from

and we're headed there.

You've just been dealt in.

- I'd like to kind of
turn it over in my mind.

- Don't strain yourself,
Tinnen. You're in.

We need your stuff.

- Lookee here, Sheriff.
You represent the law.

And the Constitution of the United States

guarantees against unlawful
seizure, lest it's paid for!

- Then you owe me five dollars, for this.

- Union coat, Confederate
trousers. It figures.

- Well, there's two sides to everything.

Deal me in.

(Theodore laughs)

- Well, Sheriff, we've got
everything we need now.

Are you satisfied?

- Too bad, Sheriff.

While they get rich you have
the honor of taking me to jail.

- We're going with 'em.

Yeah.

I always miss out on the big strikes.

But afterwards,

I'm still taking you
back to El Paso with me.

(bright orchestral music)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What're you doin'?
- It's a trick!

- He kept his part of the bargain.

- [Sheriff] How do we know
there's gold in there?

(bright orchestral music)

- We'll need picks!

(pan clangs)

(water splashes)

- It's here.

(ominous orchestral music)

Hold it!

These are Menbranos. Peaceful Indians.

(Chief speaks foreign language)

(speaks foreign language)

(Chief speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Better let 'em have it.

(Chief speaks foreign language)

(Native American speaks foreign language)

(speaks foreign language)

(hooves clop)

Those lancers mark the bounds.

If we pan down here, they won't bother us.

- Uh-huh.

- What's up above?

- [Ben] Burial grounds.

- We made a big mistake,
handin' over our guns.

- You got a point there.

Indians had one, too.

They've had dealings with whites before.

- I don't like stayin' here without guns.

On the other hand, I-
- Nor do I.

- Well, who does?

So we can push on to El Paso
and get some arms and come back

but that'd be taking a
chance on keeping it quiet.

- No, no, no. That's risky.

Bound to be talk. There
are too many of us already.

- [Carney] Let the news get out

and we'll wind up with nothin'.

- Yeah.
- Trask.

Do you think the Indians will let us be,

if we stay below the lancers?

- Yep.

- Well, what's to keep
someone from crossin'

when our backs are turned?

- Common sense.

- And if that don't do it, I will.

(fire crackles)

- Ow!

Hey!

- [Sheriff] Dinner ready?

- Almost. Somebody give me a hand!

- I could use a couple of hands myself.

- The way I figure, you
got no complaints comin'.

Everybody's doing more work than you.

Everybody'll be puttin' more gold

into the common pot than you,
but you get equal shares.

That's the way the captain set
up, and that's the way it is.

- Captain's kind of taken over, ain't he?

- Mind?

- No, I don't mind anything.
Nothin' but my own business.

- You're smart.

(slap)
(Theodore grunts)

- I was a fool.

All that fancy talk
about you protecting me

and helping me get privacy
from the others, let go!

- Not till you listen.

If you'd have done what I wanted,

you'd share this lane too.

Safety in numbers.

No, but you are bull-headed. So am I.

- Yeah.

- But whatever I do, I never
apologize for it. Do you?

- [Laura] No.

- Well, I do now.

With reservations.

- Such as?

- Oh, no excuses for
discovering you're a real woman.

My kind.

I never met one before.

- Next I'll remind you of your mother.

- [Theodore] You couldn't. I
was raised in a foundling home.

- Oh.

- Oh, most people think I'm inhuman.

The proof I'm not is

when I go a bit too far sometimes.

Are you human enough to
let me back up aways?

- Maybe. If you stay backed up.

- Pretty.

I'd like to put some pretty
rings and bracelets there.

- I plan to do that myself.

- Maybe I'll get you to change your plans.

- Gold's the only future I plan on.

- Well, at present, let's eat.

(water swashes)

- What's your timepiece say?

(Carney hums melodically)

- Gettin' on.

- Mm.

She sure is a beauty.

- Yeah, my grandpa's.

- Ah.
(Carney chuckles)

- Look at that little
fella go round and round.

(Joshua chuckles)

- More?

- Thanks.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh.

- No harm done, miss.

- Look here, why do you keep him shackled?

Do you think he's gonna run away now?

- He don't think, he just twitches.

- As long as I'm Sheriff
of El Paso County, ma'am.

- Well, you're outside your county now.

- I may be outside, but he
stays inside those manacles.

- Why? You took 'em off when
you needed him to fire a gun.

He could've shot you then and he didn't.

- I know more about him than you folks do.

Any man that'd murder his own brother...

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Who said so?

A rigged jury and a pack of claim jumpers,

slobbering over my land.

- Now, take it easy.
- Sure.

- (groans) Get him off me!

(Ben yells indistinctly)

- Looks like he won the argument, Sheriff.

This it?

(pan clangs)

- [Sheriff] You're gonna
have to answer for this.

- Will I?

- No.

(manacles clack)

(warm orchestral music)

- I'll take that.

Any objections?

Well, let's step down for the night.

- Suits me.

- Everybody wash his own.

- That's what I aim to do.

Wash my own gold and keep it.

Dump yours into a common pot
and go shares if you wanna.

I'm on my own.

- Nobody's on his own.

Share and share alike.

- Who said so? Me?

- When it was decided,
you wasn't in a position-

- I am now.

- There's other considerations.

- I'll pay for my keep.

That understood?

Much obliged, Miss Laura.

- It's all right.

- I'm beddin' down off aways.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(scraping)

- What're you gettin', Carney?

- Sand, fleas and sore knees.

- Me too.

- Miss Laura?

You'll get it faster
if you operate slower.

- Either way, it doesn't
seem like I have much

to show for it, except
blisters and a back ache.

- Mind if I show ya?

You see, the main idea is
to keep a riffle in your pan

all the time, from the
outside to the center,

so as the gold settles down in the bottom.

You just whip it over like that,

and let the silt float off like that.

Easy does it.

- I guess nothing's easy. I'll
try to follow your advice.

- No, no, no. Not so hard.

Gold's tricky, you'll lose it.

- I usually do.

- Keep this hand a little
lower than the other.

- How's that?
- That's good, now you got it.

Hey. (chuckles)

Say, Miss Laura, you wanna

help me work this contraption of mine?

It's just about ready to go.

- I thought you wanted to work alone?

- I guess I changed my mind.

- Why would you wanna take me in with you?

- Well, two can work it better than one.

No, it's a fact. You
get more gold that way.

Anyways, I'm not aiming to get rich,

I just want enough for,

for comfort when I need it.

- The kind of comfort I aim
at comes high. Thanks anyway.

- Well, good luck there.
- Thanks, same to you.

- Him and that rocker box.
If he ever gets it built.

- I don't know.

Some say a rocker box is the best bet.

On the other hand,

some say panning is the
best way to go about it.

- I say I'll wait till I see it operate.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Mr. Tinnen, there's plenty
of room along this stream.

Pick yourself another spot.

- Maybe you better pick your
words more careful, too.

Captain Bess.

(rocker box squeaks rhythmically)

(Theodore chuckles)

- She makes noise, Ben. Do you
think she'll make any money?

- Well, she better. I'm a
day behind the rest of you.

(Theodore chuckles)

(rocker box rattles)

- Hey, take it easy!
You're not shoein' a horse.

- I know.

You're stubborn, more like a mule.

(slap)

Not even thanks?

- Why? It was mine's to have.

- Why, you.
(Laura laughs)

(Theodore laughs)

- Private joke?
- Huh?

Sort of.

Now it's public!

(water splashes)

(laughs)

(Ben and Theodore laugh)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Joshua hums melodically)

(Joshua hums melodically)

(tense orchestral music)

(Joshua hums melodically)

(water splashes)

(rocker box squeaks rhythmically)

- Everybody's runnin'
short but the tall Texan.

What's he gonna do, buy
himself a fine funeral?

Or maybe the woman will have something-

- What he does with his money, he does.

- Strikes me queer you don't
stand up for your own rights,

even if you won't for ours.

- What do you suggest I do?

- Make him see the light! Go
shares, like the rest of us!

- How do I go about that?

- We'd all help.
- Oh, yeah.

(chuckles) I'm sure I can
count on you, Mr. Tinnen.

All the way.

- You can.

- You try anything funny

and you won't keep what
you've already got.

You won't be aboard to claim it.

- You didn't read me right!

(rocker box squeaks rhythmically)

- Looks like you lost an argument.

- Foul temper, that.

Stay away from him, Sheriff.

- Wish there was some way we could stop

that confounded squeakin'.

- Yeah.

And pourin' all the gold in his pockets.

- It ain't fair and square.

He wouldn't even be here,
if it hadn't been for me.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water trickles)

- Look at that!

- Funny, I looked over
that spot real good,

not more than an hour ago.

I don't know why I missed it.
- I do.

It wasn't there.

It was up yonder and just washed on.

That's where the real gold is. Up there.

- You mean up above the lancers?

- It's as plain as day.

That's why the Indians said keep off.

The burial ground was just an excuse.

I bet we could go up there

and pick up the stuff in handfuls.

- Just my luck. Every time I
get close to somethin' good...

(sighs) You may be right, but
it don't change our situation.

The Indians meant what they said.

- Did you understand the lingo?

- No, nobody did but Trask.
- Correct.

- Do you think maybe
he's double-crossing us?

Keeping us down here?

Maybe he bargained our guns away and-

- What do you think?

- Still, in case he was
tellin' the truth, I...

No, we couldn't chance it.

(ominous orchestral music)

(peaceful orchestral music)

- If you keep on like that,

either you or that rocker
box are gonna cave in.

(Ben chuckles)

- The both of us.

Say, you better come in with
me before we fall apart.

(Laura chuckles)

- All right, I will.

- [Ben] You're not gonna argue about it?

- I'm too hungry.

Would you like to share
supper with me, such as it is?

- I admire it.

- Not much to admire. Just grits.

- Well, suits me. Just so I
don't have to eat with them.

- I'll open.

One spoonful.

- Stay.

- I'm out.

- [Carney] I'll stay.

Cards?
- One card.

- I ain't gettin' it this way

and I ain't gettin' it pannin'.

All I'm gettin' is
mighty, mighty irritated.

That big stuff the Indian
showed us. Where is it?

- That's a fair question.
I'll bet one spoonful.

- And I'll see.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Where'd you get this?

- Just below the lancers.

It washes down from up
above. It has to be.

- Without guns? Not me, mister.

- Then me.

It appears you fellas believe
all that outlaw tells you.

- Better watch yourself.

You want to get us all killed?

- Nobody's gonna get killed.

- You know, this tastes mighty good.

- (chuckles) What doesn't
when you're half starved?

- Well, one thing in
my mind don't. Turnips.

- Oh, I can't abide those, either.

- You know, they gave 'em
to me twice a day in jail.

Part of the reason I busted out.

- I don't blame you.

- I reckon that when they locked me up,

they figured that any man
who'd knife his own brother

didn't deserve any better.

The only hitch was, I didn't do it.

- You don't seem like the kind to me, Ben.

- See, what made it look
bad was that me and brother,

we was always, always uh, fightin'.

People knew it.

I just don't like being ordered around.

- Neither do I.

The way I figure it, nobody has a right

to order anybody else
around, unless he owns him.

I guess the war settled that question.

- Yes, ma'am.

- For men.

It takes a lot of money to fight a war.

So I figure the more gold I get,

the better the odds are on my side.

- Yeah.

Where you reckon you'll go after here?

- I don't know.

I was headed to San Francisco before.

- [Ben] Ever been to Mexico?

- No.

- It's a nice country.

People are nice, too. Very friendly.

Not too nosy.

- That's a thought.

I kinda hankered to find a spot where

maybe I could start from scratch again.

I might even pick out a new name.

I never did like Laura Thompson.

- Laura's mighty pretty, I'd...

Hate to see you change that.

Well, I guess I better turn in.

Oh, I'll help you wash up.

- Oh, no, you don't. I'll do it.

- All right.

Well, now that we're
partners in that rocker box,

don't you think that we oughta...

- What?

- Shake hands?

- Thanks, Ben.

- No, thank you. (chuckles)

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- [Ben] Night.

(whistles melodically)

- Trask?

Did you enjoy your dinner?
- Sure, why?

- I didn't.
- Oh?

You had the same as us.

- You had better company.

- My luck. Goodnight, Captain.

- You've been very lucky.

So far.

Now, there's two things I want.
My own ship and that woman.

- You may get your ship, Captain.

- I aim to get the other, too.

So do you. There's no need to ask.

And you don't aim to go back
to El Paso to stand trial.

- Then why are we staying here, gabbin'?

- I'm not. I just want it understood.

Now, the only person who can
stand in my way is Laura,

and I don't think she will.

- No? Why not?
- Because she's smart.

She's been on the run all of her life.

- Look out now, Captain.
- No, no, no.

No offense.

But when she sizes us up,

do you think she's going to pick the man

who's gonna be on the
run the rest of his life?

If you're smart, you'll
go back to stand trial.

Till then, you're marked, as a murderer.

- Not when I know it's a lie.

No go, Captain.

You better think up another
idea to get me out of the way.

- Believe me, it's worse to
stand trial for the truth.

(ominous orchestral music)

(pickax clacks)

(ominous orchestral music)

(peaceful orchestral music)
(snoring)

(tense orchestral music)

(snoring)

- Here's the proof.

- You crossed?

- Middle of the burial ground.

- The Indians?

- Not a sign. Come on, get up!

(tense orchestral music)

(Ben grunts)

- You're not goin' up there!

(thud)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(distant yelling)

(thud)

(thud)

(thud)
(groans)

(grunts)

- [Laura] Ben!

- I didn't do nothin'!
I didn't do nothin'!

(thud)

(thud)

(thud)
- Enough!

- You keep out of this!
- Oh, shut up!

Cross the lancers, will ya?

You're as fit to represent law
and order as a rattlesnake.

- Are you hurt, Ben?
- No, let's get outta here.

- You mean now?

- Hold on, they haven't
crossed the lancers yet.

We can still get the gold we want

without having any
trouble with the Indians.

- How? We haven't got enough food.

- Well, we'll send for provisions.

- Why not?

We could stay here and pan for
a three or four more weeks.

- Sure. I know a shortcut
from the city of rocks.

- I'll go along. See we
both keep our mouths shut.

- Done.

But one thing's understood.

It's a common pot from here on in.

Anyone doesn't like it can get
on their horse and go, now.

- All right, I'm staying.

- Get goin'. How about some breakfast?

- I'll fix some.

- Come on.

(bright orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music)

- Laura?

Laura.

- What's the matter?

- Shh!

I'm pulling outta here. I
want you to come with me.

- To Mexico?

Ben, I...

I understand why you don't
wanna divide up with them-

- No, no. It's more than that.

The idea of the lancers
have got under their skin.

It's only a matter of time. I know.

- Maybe so.

Oh, if I only had a little more gold.

- Well, you got mine.

And you want to change your name.

You got that, too, if you'll take it.

I mean, marry me.

- Oh, Ben.

- What name?

You don't have one to offer, Ben.

And what future?

A bright future. A long,
happy married life, in hiding.

- He's right, Ben. I mean,
I do want to marry you, but-

- Well, let's go, then.
- But not now.

Later you'd have enough gold to hire

the best lawyer in the state to clear you.

- Good luck, Laura.
- Oh, Ben.

Please!

(sobs)

(sobs)

- Don't be a fool, Laura. Be yourself.

(Laura sobs)

- Captain, Laura.

The horses are gone. Indians.

It's a warning to get outta here.

- But why?

- But didn't the Indians say that-

- Tinnen sneaked across the
lancers the other night.

The Indians must have seen him.

- We better get outta here fast.

- But we can't walk across the flats!

- We might be able to, travelin' light.

- Well, that'll mean
leaving without the gold?

- Should we wait for Tinnen and Carney?

- I don't know.

Do you think we'd have a
chance to get out with the gold

if we waited for the horses?

- It'd be awful risky.

- Well, let's get packed, then we'll see.

(rudimentary acoustic music)

(Carney applauds)

- Miss Quito, you just keep
practicing on that thing,

and I'll come back and
take you to gay Paris.

- Sure.

But I say, Mr. Carney, business
before pleasure. Let's go.

- Oh, what's your hurry?

Our business has waited
a few thousands years.

It won't walk away.
- Sure.

But the sooner we get to it...

(both laugh)

- I see what you mean.

(peaceful orchestral music)

- [Quito] Gracias.

(Carney clears his throat)

- No sign of 'em.

- What's keepin' 'em?

- Surely they'll get here today.

- It'd be like Carney to hang around town.

- Well, if they don't get
here by sundown, we better go.

We've already stretched our luck.

- Ever consider that the
Indians might wheel in

before they get back?

- Don't let him fret you, Laura.
He's spookier than a bronc.

- Build up the fire.
I'll get a meal together.

- Get some wood, Chadbourne.

- Anything would be better than sittin'.

(Carney chuckles)

- You know, Josh, with my luck at poker,

and my share of all that gold,

I'm going to build me
a big gamblin' palace.

You know, with a lot of pretty
girls and music. (laughs)

♪ Oh, I'm going to be biggest gambler ♪

♪ West of the Rio Grande ♪

♪ It's easier gettin' my gold that way ♪

♪ Than pickin' it out of the pan ♪

♪ I'll buy me a hat
that's four feet tall ♪

♪ And a checkered vest
to wear to the ball ♪

♪ Some stripey pants
and red leather boots ♪

(gun fires)
(ominous orchestral music)

(Joshua hums melodically)

- You know, we leave if they
don't get back by sundown.

- Well, either way, I don't like it.

- If the Indians attack, what're
we going to do about her?

- [Joshua] Hello!

- We thought you'd never get back.

- Prodigal son returneth and alone.

- Where's Carney?

- Friends, I have news. Bad news.

Carney's dead.
- What?

- Yes, shot from ambush.

He must've blabbed in town about the gold.

I tried to keep an eye on him,
but I was busy, as you see.

- What happened?

- Anyways, a couple of half
beasts began following us

and uh, well, we broke for it and...

They shot Carney.

- That's his horse.

- He tagged along for company.

We can use another horse.

We ought to be hauling out
more than originally planned.

- We're lucky to be getting
outta here with anything.

We're leavin'.

- Well, now?
- As soon as we get packed up.

- You brought the
Indians down on our neck.

They stole our horses.

- Well, they let me ride me back in.

- That's because they want all of us.

- Poor Carney.

- Yeah, his days of trial are over.

- Come on, let's load up.

- Sheriff.

Come with me.

Take a look at this.

Let's see 'em take these animals.

- I can use this.

- I'm game to go it with just you.

We can fill our gunny sacks
and be gone by nightfall.

What do you say?

- I'd like to take the
gamble, Josh, but...

- What time is it, Josh?

- Hm?
(ominous orchestral music)

- Eight bells.

By Carney's timepiece.

- He give it to me.

- For shootin' him?

One less to divide with?

- Now, hold your lip, Captain Bess!

You lost your shipmaster's
license for going too far!

(snake rattles)

Don't it never learn you nothin'?

(snake rattles)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun fires)

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

- That's for Carney!
(Joshua groans)

That's for crossing the lancers!

(yells indistinctly)

That caused me to lose my own ship!

(yells indistinctly)
(Joshua groans)

- [Ben] That's enough!

- Aye, enough.

- He deserved it.

- Time for that later.

Let's give him his share
and get outta here.

(horse snorts)
(Joshua grunts)

- Here. There's your share.

- (laughs) What a sorry take!

You fools.

You take a pittance and you're
brave! Oh, you're so brave!

Here, see? I filled
this sack in 15 minutes!

Indians, or no Indians,

we got the guns and I'm
going back to get more.

And if any of you have got
the craw, you'll join me.

All right! Like it or not, I'm going.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- This is pure gold.

- Yep. Very rich.

But it'd be suicide goin' up there.

It's not for me.

You comin'?

- It's not for me either, Ben.

- Oh, we're all gettin' a
little feverish right now.

- Trask. I'm still taking
you back to El Paso with me.

Stay clear of him!

I mean business. Legal business.

I could shoot any one of you with right.

- Leave them out of it. They've
got nothin' to do with this.

I'll go along with you to El Paso.

- I aim to make sure.

- If Ben doesn't wanna do it-

- Have you lost your mind?

- I've found it.

- You love him that much, eh?

- [Sheriff] Trask?

(manacles thud)

- Don't be afraid.

(thud)
(Sheriff groans)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Make for the city of rocks!

On the horse line. Fast, run!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- The horse!

- Let him go. There's no time, come on!

(hooves clack)

Keep goin'! Keep goin', Laura!

(hooves clop)

(suspenseful percussive music)

- Strange we got away.

- Not yet.

- I wonder why they only shot one of us.

- Oh, they know. Maybe
they want us in here.

- What do we do now?

- Put the horses in there.

Their hooves make too much noise.

- Well, where's your gold?

Left it? All of you?

- Do you remember Carney's shortcut?

- I remember a balanced rock.

- Well, try and find it.

Know how to handle a gun?
- A little bit.

- Let's see, I'll scout this direction.

You go that way. Keep a lookout.

And if anything happens,
make every bullet count.

- Oh.

Lead us not into temptation.

- Don't go too far off!

It's easy to get lost.
- It's gettin' dark, too.

(gun cocks)

- Ben.

- Are you scared?

- No, but what if you don't...

(suspenseful percussive music)

(rock clacks)

- Shh, shh!

- Now we're shooting each other.

- No sign?

- Not a sound, either.

- Moccasin print.

Looks fresh.

(horse whinnies)

- I heard something like footsteps.

Not like boots, they were quiet ones.

- There's too much quiet.

Tinnen. Which way?

He'd yell if they got him.

- I found a shortcut and I marked it.

- Should we try for it?

- One of us might get away.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Joshua screams)
(Laura gasps)

Break for it! The shortcut!

Come on. Come on, come on.

(ominous orchestral music)

(distant thuds)

(ominous orchestral music)

- You two get back.

- No. I'll draw their fire.

- Aww, stayin' here is easy.

- You're not foolin' me.

- Get her out of here. You have no choice.

Take her away!

Hey!

(hums melodically)

(gun fires)

(ominous orchestral music)

(hums melodically)
(gun cocks)

(spits)

(ominous orchestral music)

(bow twangs)

(gun fires)
(bullet ricochets)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(bow twangs)

(gun fires)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun fires)

(Native Americans howl)

(guns fire)

- Get outta here, fast!

Fast!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Keep goin', Laura, keep
goin'! Look for me in El Paso!

(gun cocks)

(gun fires)

(Native Americans howl)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)
(bullet ricochets)

(bows twang)

(bows twang)

(thud)

(thuds)

(gun fires)

(bow twangs)

(gun fires)

(gun clacks)

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(distant hooves clop)

(rock clacks)

(bright orchestral music)