All language subtitles for The Dalton Girls (Western 1957) Merry Anders, Lisa Davis & Penny Edwards (BR)

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Ah, good morning,
Mr. Parsh.

Good morning.

Oh, Mr. Parsh,
just a moment, please.

Twenty-five cents, sir.

Identification is my object,
Mr. Slidell.

Not amusement.

But, you're-- you're
a private detective, sir,

not a lawman
with the privileges
of a public servant.

Twenty-five cents,
please, sir.

Well, you never got
that close to them

when they was alive,
did you, Mr. Detective?

How long did you
hound these
poor creatures, Parsh?

Somethin' like five years,
wasn't it?

It sure is too bad

you couldn't have
been in on the kill.

You'd have got a real pleasure
out of seein' them out there
in the dust.

A-kickin'
and a-screamin'...

Whoa. Whoa.

You stay here,
Rose.

Good morning, Miss Holly.
Miss Rose.

There's no need to ask
any more questions,
Mr. Detective.

That's right, Holly.
No more need
for any questions.

Just want to offer
my condolences.

Just leave us be.
That's all.

There's bound to be
a certain amount of
prejudice, miss.

You and your sisters
may need help.

If we need any help,
Mr. Parsh,

you'd be the last man
I'd ask.

You sure
put him in his place,
Miss Holly.

I've come for Paul
and Uncle Grux.

Well now,
they're-- they're

all boxed and ready,
Holly, child,

but I don't see
any special reason

for hurryin'.

You know, funerals come
pretty expensive these days.

And I thought,
well,

you might wanna
defray expenses a little.

And if I could help,
why, I sure would like to.

Well, I could do
a lot of things for you.

They suffered sorely,

and was greatly put on.

But the good Lord
has seen their tribulations

and forgiven 'em
their sins.

Please don't.

I only wish to
comfort you, my dear.

Just as your Pa in heaven
is gonna get comfort

in the thought of
all his loyal friends

payin' their last respects
in hard-earned cash.

Will you shut up?

Why,
you little whelp.

Don't you think I know
what you and your sisters are

as well as
who you are?

Is it a bigger sin
to make a profit

from dead bodies
or livin' ones?

Huh?

Is it?

Don't you come near me.

Don't you touch me again.

Regular old fire-eatin'
Dalton, ain't you, Holly?

And gettin' prettier
and sinfuller by the minute.

Put down that fork.

No.

Come on.

You shouldn't have
looked, Rose.

Giddap!

Trouble?

No, just busted
a trace.

We'll have it patched up
in a minute.

Nothing to be
alarmed about, ladies.

You know,
as much as I admire

a maidenly reserve,
dear ladies,

aren't we carrying things
a little bit too far?

After all, we've been
on the trail together now...

Don't you find it
stuffy in here, Sister?

Oh, not especially.

Whoa, whoa.

There it is, baby.

Holly, I'm scared.

I've been on the run
for the past seven years

and I'm still not over
being scared.

I guess if I wasn't scared,
I'd be tired.

I don't like
feeling scared, Holly.

You'll get used to it.

First time's
always the worst.

Better get in, ma'am,
we're all set.

It's such
a nice day.

Would you mind
if I rode up there?

I guess not.

Way station's only 2 miles
down the road.

Giddap.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa.

Howdy, ladies.
Howdy.

Didn't know
there was anybody

in drivin' distance
of this station.

Where did you say
you come from?

From back there.

Is the westbound
due soon?

Eh, due now.

She's never more than
15 minutes late.

Er, whereabouts
you say you come from?

You better get the stuff
out of the back

before it gets forgotten
in the rush.

Yes, ma'am.

Holly.

Yeah?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Come on over here.

Too much heat?

Homesick, most likely.

She the one
catchin' the stage?

Could we get
a drink?

Er, whiskey
or coffee?

Water.
She's just a baby.

Can't you stop
calling me a baby?

Sure. Just as soon as
you prove you're not.

Now pull yourself
together.

Going to Denver, miss?

Yes, sir.

I won't be
far from there myself.

A little mining town
called Dry Creek.

Did you ever hear of it?

Why, yes.

I--I believe I read something
in the papers.

Wasn't gold discovered there?

A month ago.

Turned Dry Creek into
a regular boom town.

Are you, uh,
a miner, sir?

Well, hardly.

No, I'm a businessman.

I expect to open
my own private enterprise
in Dry Creek.

Uh, permit me to
introduce myself.

Grey's the name,
W.T. Grey.

How do you do, sir.
I'm Miss Denton.

It's a pleasure, miss.

May I say a rare pleasure?

Thank you, sir.

This is much less awkward.
Do you mind?

I suppose not, sir.

Whoa. Ho.

Whoa.

Giddap. Ha!

Er, little arrangement
we got.

To make sure it's safe
to bring the stage on in.

Can't be too careful
nowadays.

Especially when
you're carrying gold.

Hurry up, Dick.
Bring them fresh horses in.

Whoa. Whoa.

All right,
up with the hands,
wrangler,

unless you want a buttonhole
in the back of that vest.

Drop the rifle.
Drop it.

Too bad you had to
try that, driver.

You're a long way
from a doctor.

It's a holdup.

Yes, sir.

Toss down
the strongbox.

Marigold, watch over
that stable boy.

And stampede that team.

Watch that that gambler,
honey. He's slick.

Stay back, mister.

Now don't worry,
miss.

I have a great respect
for ladies.

Especially those
with revolvers.

Don't you want
anything from me?

Not even a kiss?

You know, it's
an old robber custom
to steal a kiss.

I'm asking you polite,
Mr. Grey.

Just don't try anything.

Hold it.

Just getting my watch,
miss.

This watch was
a gift from my mother.

I, uh, I feel sure that
she'd want you to have it.

Don't keep at me, mister.
I don't want to shoot.

Columbine.

Get back up
on that seat.

All right, back up, wrangler.

All right.
Take it away, driver.

The nearest telegraph
is 25 miles away,

so don't spare
the horses.

Giddap.

Marigold,
keep an eye
on this wrangler.

Come on, kid,
get over here.

Hurry it up.

Care to try pickin' it up,
wrangler?

Stop it, Rose.
We're getting out of here.

What's the matter, honey?

Been livin' too much alone?

I bet you just
tickle the girls to death

with those whiskers,
don't you?

Hurry up
with those horses, Columbine.

Holly! Holly!

You stick to the road.

We're going back
over the hill to see

if anyone's
picked up our trail.

Right, Rose.

Marigold, you take
the dresses around

to the shed and put
them in the trunk.

And I'll get to work
on this box.

Oh, it's you.

Who's that?

My sisters.

Holly?

And my sisters
from back east.

They'll be staying
with us for a while.

Gosh, I didn't know
you had more sisters.

Am I gonna have
to meet them, too?

Later.

Ever see anything
come off slicker?

Regular old
mail-order robbery, huh?

So this is
our humble home.

Well, what did you
expect for $10 a month,

a plantation?

Oh, who cares?

A week from now we'll be
in a first-class suite

at the Denver Palace.

Honey, you'll be lucky
if you can afford

a second-rate stall
in a livery stable.

Take a look.

Is that all?

All $148 of it
in small change.

Oh, no.

What went wrong,
Rose?

I don't know.

I watched that bank
every day for a month.

The payroll left
on that stagecoach

every week
at the same time.

Well, don't look at me.
It's not my fault.

Oh, we're not
blaming you, Rose.

On the other hand,
you can't expect

three rousing cheers.

All the planning
and writing letters,

and the risk we took.
And for what?

Stop it, Rose.

All these months
I've been dreaming
of California.

Got so I could even
smell orange blossoms

currying a horse.

Well, you can't expect
jackpots in every game, honey.

And you can't expect
to be a lady, either.

So stop dreaming
and face up to it.

You're a Dalton.

I gave up those
silly girl dreams

a long time ago.

But I'm not you,
Holly.

I didn't kill a man
and run away.

Don't you dare
talk to your sister like that

after all she's done
for you.

Easy, Rose.

Anything special
on your mind, honey?

You just speak
right out.

You'll never stop thinking
I should've given myself up

and faced trial,
is that it?

And just what kind
of a chance do you think

a Dalton would've had
in court, huh?

I don't know.

It's never
been tried.

That's dangerous
kind of thinkin', Sis.

It's even worse
than dreamin'.

I just didn't know
you felt this way, Columbine.

You've always been
willing enough

to go along
with Rose and me before.

All I've
ever heard is

how us Daltons
won't ever get a chance

to live
within the law.

I just don't think
all people are
that unfair, that's all.

We'd sure hate
to have you
find out

the way Holly and I
had to do
when you and Marigold

were back
in that fine school.

Just how do you think
we kept you there, huh?

You're one of us,
Columbine.

You were
born that way.

You'll never be
allowed to change.

I don't believe it.

And what do you
figure on doing?

I don't know.

I wouldn't know
where to go,

what to do.

I know what
I'm gonna do, Columbine.

I'm gonna get married.

Married?

It's kind of
a sudden decision,
isn't it, baby?

When did
all this happen?

Just now.
Back there.

Joe?

Who's Joe?

He's a kid
from the next farm.

I rented this place
from his father.

How do you like that
for a kid sister?

0nly been here
a month

and she gets herself
proposed to.

But a month is
plenty of time

for two people
to fall in love.

There wasn't
much else

for a sweet young girl
of 16 to do.

I'm not against
the love part.

Sooner or later
it happens to all of us.

But do you have to
get married now?

That's the way Joe wants it.

Well, if that's the way
he wants it, so do I.

And what's wrong
with marriage?

I'd do the same thing
if given half the chance.

You go right ahead,
Marigold.

Thank you,
Columbine.

Baby,

have you told him
who you are?

Oh, no, Holly.
I haven't given you away.

You know I wouldn't do
a thing like that.

I'm not thinking
about us.

I'm thinking about you,

when he finds out
you're a Dalton.

I just won't tell him.

He just won't have to know,
that's all.

Oh, yes, he will.

And you'll tell him,
all right,

some night when
you're lying there quiet

with him there
beside you.

Oh, you'll tell him
all right.

And what'll he
think of you then?

Hey, it's Joe.

Joe!

Hey, Joe, wait.

Joe, wait.

Wait, Joe. Wait!

Wait!

Follow that kid.
He'll scare up a posse.

Oh, baby. Baby.

It's okay, it's okay.

Here. Sit down.

Please don't cry.

He wasn't worth it.

Nothing is worth it
but us. The family.

We're all we've got.

It'll never be
any different.

At least not until
we get someplace

where nobody
knows us.

Maybe we can go
to California,

like Columbine's
always saying.

Maybe there
we'll have a chance.

Glad to see you're back
with the clan, Sis.

Maybe you'll believe
your elders

next time
they give you advice.

Well, might as well
put him out of his misery.

No, no.
I won't tell anybody.

I swear I won't.

Stop the teasing,
Rose.

Killin' him would give me
a certain amount of pleasure.

But you just go ahead
and truss him up good.

We'll be over the hill
and far away

by the time
his old man finds him.

You sure about that, mister?

Well, frankly,
I couldn't swear
to anything.

As far as I know
they were men
disguised as women.

That was no man
sittin' next to me.

No, sir.

Guess l can recognize
a female member

of the fair sex
when I see 'em.

You, uh, you can remember
that far back, sir?

They were nothin' but dirty,
trigger-happy, little tramps.

They were hussies.

Shameless,
good-for-nothing hussies.

And I see no cause
to stand up for them.

Takes a hussy
to know a hussy.

~Oh, you can't trust a man~

~'Cause a man will lie~

~But a gun stays beside you~

~Till the day you die~

~Oh, the birch
and the aspen~

~And the tall black pine~

~With their roots
in the mountain~

~All the woods are mine~

~But a man is a wanderer~

~And his heart will roam~

~But the birch
and the aspen~

~And the pine stay home~

~Oh, the moon
will romance me~

~And the wind
stroke my hair~

~And the birds
sing a love song~

~But I know
they don't care~

~Oh, a man is a cheater~

~With his triflin' ways~

~But a gun's
always faithful~

~'Cause a gun never strays~

~0h, you can't trust a man~

~'Cause a man will lie~

~But a gun stays beside you~

~Till the day you die~

~Oh, a campfire
will warm me~

~And the sun kiss my cheek~

~And the rain
will caress me~

~But it's true love I seek~

~Oh, a man is unfaithful~

~He will lead you to strife~

~But a gun is my true love~

~Yes, a gun is my life~

~Oh, you can't trust a man~

~'Cause a man will lie~

~But a gun stays beside you~

~Till the day you die~

~Oh, you can't trust a man~

~'Cause a man will lie~

~But a gun stays beside you~

~Till the day you die~

Well, what'll
we do now?

No sense
rushing head-long
into nowhere.

We ought to be thinkin'
about another job.

Any ideas?

How about that new mining town
out toward Denver?

Dry Creek?

Dry Creek.
That's not bad.

Dry Creek's fine with me.

Should be plenty of cash
and dust in a boom town.

Then Dry Creek it is.
For a look, anyway.

You and Columbine
clean up.

Baby and me will
bed down the horses.

Baby sister's
takin' the bust-up hard.

A few more years,
she'll toughen up.

I don't think so.

She'll never be like
you and Holly.

She'd better
start trying.

And you, too.

You're so hard, Rose.

Were things that bad
for you and Holly?

Were they really?

There are things
you can't talk about,

not even
to your sisters.

Bad things
you have to do.

After a while
you get to like 'em

and it's easier
that way.

That man on the coach,
Rose.

Why did you
call him a gambler?

Because that's what he is.

Don't tell me you're still
thinkin' about him.

What makes you so sure?

He was introduced to me
the last time
he was in Dallas.

He's Illinois Grey.

Oh, honey,
don't think about him.

They tell me he plays women
just like he plays poker.

Riffle, shuffle, fast cut,
big deal, the sky's the limit.

Then all of a sudden
you're lying there
in the discards.

So stop dreaming about him.

You'll never see
him again, anyway.

He's in his office.

Alone?
There's a cashier.

He's for you.

Thanks.
But what's the rush?

We've only been here
two days.

The longer we stay,
the more witnesses we meet.

That livery man's already
putting out feelers.

If there were
any likelier town,

we wouldn't be here.

So let's get going
and get out.

Is everybody clear?

Right. You move in
in one minute.

Columbine follows in four.

And I'll come around back
in the alley
as soon as you're ready.

No shooting.

No shooting.

And we should be
back in camp with Marigold

before the town
spooks.

Then over the hill.
Ready, Sis?

The man in?

Uh, yes, sir.

Oh, you startled me.

Guilty conscience,
Sewell?

You're up and around
early, Illinois.

Yeah, there's nothing
like the fresh, crisp air
of morning

for collections.

Your IOUs, sir,
from last night's game.

Come to a little over
$6,000, I believe.

$6,000?

You must've added wrong.

You're not only a thief
and a liar, Sewell,

but you're a hypocrite.

That's about the one kind
of critter I can't abide.

Why, all right,
Illinois,

I--I'll pay.
I'll pay.

Y-You'll get your money
all right.

When?
Tonight.

Now.

I don't have that much.

You're even
a poor hypocrite, Sewell.

You know, when you tell a lie,
your Adam's apple
starts to bob.

Now, you got enough
in that kick to pay off
the Indian war debt.

Shell out.

That belongs to
depositors, not to me.

You know that.

Look,
I'll borrow it privately.

I'll have it by tonight.
Please?

All right. Tonight.

Don't try to sit in
on one of my games again.

Don't worry
about me. No, sir.

I've had my lesson.

Well, good.

Any time that
I can cure a man

of the pernicious habit
of gambling,

I feel that my own life
has not been a total waste.

Good day, sir.

Would you please announce me
to the manager?

My name
is Rose Duval.

Wouldn't I do,
Miss Duval?

This is
a private matter.

Well, then in that case
I--I don't think he'd mind.

Go on in.

Thank you.

Yes?

Am I
disturbing you, sir?

Why, no. No, not at all.
Uh, come in.

Have a chair here.
That's right.

Well, uh,
now what can I do for you?

Well, sir...

Well,
the beautiful bandit.

Uh-uh.
You don't get away
this time.

And no guns,
please.

Not again.

I never meant to keep it.

Can I please go now?

Go where?

I just found you.
And you me.

Don't make fun with me,
sir.

You know what I am.

You and three other women
held up a stagecoach.

So what?

You have to make your way
on the frontier.

It's more honorable
than some others.

And a lot braver.

You've been
on my mind.

I'm not letting you
slip away again.

I must go. Please.

What's so important
compared to you and me?

I have an appointment.

I--I'm seeing a gentleman
about work.

Well, a job would
keep you around
for a while, wouldn't it?

Give us a chance
to get better acquainted.

I don't know
how to take you, sir.

Name's Illinois Grey.
Gambler.

Not very moral,
not very brave.

But I don't welsh
and I don't squeal.

I'm my own law
and my own man.

I don't hold myself
above you or you me.

Now, who is it
you're seeing?

I know everyone in town.
Maybe I can help.

But I don't want to
be a bother.

It's no bother.
I insist.

Who is it?

I forgot his name.

Well, where then?
Along the street here?

Yes, it--it's
just down there.

But I don't want to
put you out.

We could meet later.

Come. You show me
the place.

It's a fine day
for good deeds

and this will be
my second before noon.

After all,
a woman in a bank...

They have lady cashiers
in Kansas City.

The men seem
to like it.

Well, I'm sure I'd like to
see you stay myself.

Oh.

I'll tell you what,
my dear.

Suppose I speak to
some of my friends.

Would you? Really?

That would be
just wonderful.

But in the meantime, sir,
a girl has to eat.

If I could just have
a small advance.

Oh, just enough
for a meal.

Well, I think
we can manage that.

Stand where you are, Sewell.

And keep your hands
in plain sight.

You'd better
sit down, Sewell,
before you fall down.

You'll be working
in no time.

This old goat owes me
6,000 favors.

I wish
you wouldn't.

Oh, I wouldn't
go in there now,
Mr. Grey. He's busy.

See?
There's no hurry.

We could walk
around the square.

There's no need
to do that. Come on.

Why did you have to be
so stubborn, Mr. Grey?

You must be lucky
at cards, gambler.

You sure don't have it
with women.

I sure don't.

Mr. Sewell?

Men never learn.
They always keep trying.

Help! Help! Murder!

Help, help!

That's everything, girls.
Let's go.

Beat it, girls,
I'll take care
of the gambler.

What're you
gonna do?

We can't leave him
standing around
in good health.

And I know
you don't have
the stomach for it.

Rose, you couldn't.

ROSE: I didn't invite him
to be a witness.

But not
in cold blood.

It's the only way.
Hurry.

No.

Let's go, Columbine.
Come on.

No.

Come on, Columbine,
out.

In here, Marshal.

If it weren't for this,
you'd be dead.

Doc said the bullet
glanced off the watch,

ran through your side
just under the skin.

You'll be ridin'
a horse in a week.

Seems like an appropriate time
to say something profound.

Like about the big dealer
up there

who works in such
mysterious ways.

Feel strong enough
to talk about
the holdup?

Yes, but not so inclined.

Just one thing.
How many were there?

Three.

Cashier says two women
were in there

with you and Sewell.

They let somebody in
the back door?

I guess
that's the way it happened.

I wasn't conscious
very long.

Ah, that'll be enough
for now.

Got to get
a posse together.

See you later.

Whoa, whoa.

We're in luck.

We spend all day
playing the fox and win,

that's not luck,
that's old Dalton know-how.

Okay, baby, get down
and let the animals cool.

We got a breather, anyway.

Better than $6,000
in the saddlebags

and I never felt
dirtier or poorer.

Hang on.
It's gonna get worse
before it gets better.

Those two mopers
don't help any.

Just how long
are we gonna keep

the crepe hanging
on the doors, girls?

Don't start that again.

We're all right, Holly.
It's just we're tired,
that's all.

Well, so am I
and so is Rose.

But, gee,
at least we look up,
we crack a joke

once in a while
to help things along.

Don't preach to me,
preach to her.

She needs it more than me.

Rose did
what she had to do.

It was a piece
of rotten bad luck,
but it was them or us.

Them or us, was it?

Sure, it was them or us
once we started the job,

but did we have to start it
in the first place?

Wait a minute,
who suggested Dry Creek?
You, not us.

You had to see
that gambler again.

If I only knew then
what I know now.

Don't you understand?

Those men are dead
because we started it.

We started killing them
when we planned that robbery.

We started killing them
long before that, Columbine.

We started killing 'em
when we were born.

When we were born Daltons.
You're wrong.

You're the one
that does the killing.
Not me, not Marigold.

It's you.

And you.

But mostly it's Rose.

You're crazy.

You, you kill
like other women love.

Stop talking about
your own flesh
and blood like that,

do you hear me?

After all
I've done for you.

I've raised you
like a mother,

sacrificed and sweated
for you.

Do we always have to
shout and scream and fight?

Why can't we just talk
like other families?
Peaceful and--and polite.

If you don't stop it
I'm gonna kill myself,
you hear me?

Baby, I'm sorry.

Oh,
it's all right, baby.
Come on, honey, don't cry.

Allow me to introduce
myself, Mr. Grey.

I'm Hiram Parsh,
Continental Detective
Service.

So, how do you do,
Mr. Parsh?

I'd like to talk to you
about that robbery,
if you'd care to join me.

Oh, I was just
leaving town.

Then I'll be brief.

I'm looking for Holly Dalton.

Never met the lady.

She murdered a mortician
several years ago
and eluded the law.

I was taken off of the case
until we had reason
to believe

that she'd rejoined
her three sisters.

They formed a band
and robbed a train
near Joplin, Missouri.

How interesting.

I have further reason
to believe that this case

and the stage robbery
last month
in Eastern Colorado

were perpetrated by them.

Veritable Amazons,
aren't they?

Unless my memory
fails me, sir,

you were a victim
of that stage robbery, too.

Well, uh,
innocent bystander

would be a more precise
description, sir.

If you can enlighten me
in any way, Mr. Gray,

you'd actually be doing
those girls a favor.

Especially the younger ones.

Come now, Mr. Parsh,
you're a detective,
not a father.

Two of those girls
are not yet beyond
reform, sir.

But they will be
if they continue
their present mode of life.

As far as I know,
the bank safe was robbed
by one beautiful woman

and two others

who may very well
be female impersonators.

One of the impersonators
did the shooting.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, sir.

Learn anything?
No.

Didn't think you would.

Mr. Grey impresses me
as a man of rather
secretive character.

Would it be possible
that he's a confederate
of those girls?

You detectives.

You'd suspicion
your own mothers.

If necessary, yes.

Ah, let me buy you
one for the road, Mr. Parsh.

It'd be a pleasure.

Hi, honey.

Come here.

Hey, what's the idea?

Sit down.

Why you...

Hey.
Hey.

Fellas, the alley's
for horseplay.

Deputy, let 'em
finish their siesta
in the jailhouse.

Thank you, Mr. Grey.
Welcome to Tombstone.

Well, thank you,
Mr. St. Ives.

It's been a long time.
Abilene, was it?

Yes. What brings you
so far west?

Livelihood,
among other things.

The mines have been
flooded out,

a lot of cattle cash around.

It doesn't look like it
from here.

Nickel-ante boys.
The big games
are played privately.

Strictly cash
and lots of it.

I'm expecting to locate
some friends with cash
in a very few hours.

Let me know when
you want an introduction.

I'm always around.

Thanks.

George,
buy Mr. Grey a drink.
Put it on my tab.

What's the specialty
of the house, George?

Well, that'd be
a New Orleans Fizz,
Mr. Grey.

My hometown.
I'll have it and drink
to better days.

Hi, Doc. Winning?

Rose.

I never believed
in miracles, Holly,

but this sure shakes
my lack of faith.

We can't run.

He'd be on us like a cat.

Stay close to me.

Well, good evening, ladies.

It isn't often that we meet
in an atmosphere so casual
and relaxed, is it?

Here, you recognize
the signature?

You followed us.

Yeah. And it wasn't easy.

But then they say
it takes a thief to, uh...

Pardon the presumption,
ladies, I could hardly
qualify in your class.

Even though I may be
a kindred spirit in larceny.

Let's dump it
right here, Illinois,
where we can all see it.

What do you want?
$6,000.

To buy your silence?

It would help.
The man you killed
owed it to me.

So it's mine by right of law,
vague as that concept may be
to you.

There was only $6,000
in that safe.

How touching.
Oh, George, uh,
pen and paper, please.

Yes, sir.

I can almost hear
the wheels spinning

in those devious
and terrifying minds.

You're probably
desperate enough to try
killing me right here.

But here or there,
you're a cinch to try.

Thank you, George.

So I will here and now
prepare my last will
and testament,

leaving the legacy
of what I know
to my good friend,

Sheriff St. Ives.

In the event
of my sudden demise,
he'll know exactly

who to apprehend
and why.

Do I make myself clear?

You are a very clever man,
Mr. Grey.

We're mere women,
putty in your hands.

Yeah, well,
just show up at 6:00.
With the money.

Now get away from me.

George.

Those two lovely ladies
that just left,

what do they call themselves?

You mean
you--you don't know them?

That's beside the point,
George. What do they
call themselves?

Alice Anderson
and Louise Barton.

Their address?

Well, they live
with a couple of
other girls,

it's out on the end
of Fourth Street.

White front house
with red shutters
and a little porch.

I heard you were in town,
Miss Columbine.

I had to come by
to thank you.

Thank me?

For your reluctance
in having me shot.

Oh, and for returning
this in time.

It saved my life.

May I speak to you alone?

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Ever since that day
in the coach,

nothing's had much meaning.

Even after what you know?

You're no thief.

I'll change all that.

But you don't even know me.

Not even my true name.

You're Columbine Dalton.

You have three sisters,
two of them wanted
for murder.

Who told you that?

A detective told me
what I didn't already know.
Parsh?

Well, that could be the name.

What does it matter who?
It's the law.

And it's closing in.

Then we must leave.
I--I've got to
warn my sisters...

No. No.

I came to warn you,
not them.

You mean
you'll take me away?

Yes.

You hate this.

This running, hiding.
Admit it.

What are you
trying to tell me?

You haven't killed anyone.

You couldn't,
not even in self-defense,
I know that.

If you've stolen
it's only because
you've been driven to it.

Made to do it out of some
twisted family loyalty.

But leave them now,
Columbine,
before it's too late.

Before they drag
you down with them.

For your sake, for mine,
make the break now.

Leave my own sisters?

This is the only way,
it's the only reasonable way.

But to go on as you're going,
you can't last much longer.

The only possible end
is prison or death.

Leave my own sisters
when the--the law
is closing' in?

For a man
I--I've only met twice?

Columbine, listen to me.
Let me go!

You must listen to me!

I've been dreaming,
but I'm awake now,
Mr. Grey.

Holly was right.
There are people like us
and there are people like you.

Oh, Columbine...
Let me go!

Here's some more
hot water.

You'll feel better,
Columbine.

You know what Holly says,

a good hot bath
washes away more than dirt.

Whoa, whoa.

Here are Holly
and Rose now.

Hand me the towel,
will you, Marigold, please?
Oh.

Hi, girls.
Hello, Rose.

Hi.
Hi.

That gambler was here.
We've seen him.

What was he doing here?

He wanted me
to go away with him,
that's all.

The dirty rat, and after
we promised him the money.

Money?
Claims the $6,000
we got in Dry Creek.

And if he doesn't get it,
he squeals.

Oh, poor Columbine.

You thought he loved you.

Are you satisfied now
where you stand?
Where we all stand?

I'm sorry, Holly.

I thought you were
just being selfish,

that you didn't
really care about us.

I was so wrong.

Well, I'm glad you see it.

Oh, save it, Holly.
What'll we do
about the gambler?

Let's leave, now.

With his money?

Why not?
It's gambling money.
He didn't earn it.

He's not so honest, either.

Listen, sure as you're born
he'll have a posse
on our heels.

Look, if we're gonna
breeze out of here,

let's get out with some
real money in our kicks.

Oh, now,
wait a minute, Rose.

I mean it.

Remember that game
St. Ives was talking about?

The one that goes on
in the private room
over the saloon?

Where the game never stops?
Where there's never less than
$25,000 in the room?

You believe that?

There's a deputy
at the door at all times.

St. Ives guards the game
personally at night.

Would he be guarding
chicken feed?

Don't talk crazy, Rose.

How could we ever hope
to get into that room?

Through our friend,
the gambler.

Look, as soon as we
give him back his money

he heads straight
for the game.

The money's his price
of admission.

It can very well be ours.
It's worth it.

I don't see it, Rose. How?

Did you mean
what you said about
the gambler, honey?

'Cause it'll all
depend on you.

I hate him. Is that
what you wanna hear?

That's it.

Oh, but look, Rose,
even if we took the game,

how could we ever hope
to get out of town?

Stampede all
the saddled horses
in the street.

What then?

Steal fresh mounts
on our way to the border.

Border?
California'll
have to wait.

Mexico means safety.
We'll come back
when it all blows over.

Hey, the border's
less than a day's hard ride.
We could do it.

Sure we could.
Let's lay it out.

Right.

Now, here's what we'll do.

I'm Hiram Parsh.

He's got a loose shoe.
Can you tighten it?

Another round of stud?
Okay.

All right.
Let's ante 50 this time.

Okay.

And a three. A six.

Another six,
a five and a deuce
for the dealer.

Town's folded up early.

I wonder what happened
to the good old days?

Fun and frolic
around the clock.

I'll take
your hardware, sir.

The others can take
your money.

Oh, good evening, sir.

Would you care to sit in?
Yep. Don't mind.

Playing a little
five-card stud.

Everything's clear.

I'm out.

I'll stay.

I'll bet $50.

Well,
let's call that $50.

Make it $150 better.

Good evening, ma'am.

I must see Mr. Grey,
it's urgent.

With him?
I can well imagine.

I'll call.

There's a lady
to see you, Mr. Grey.

Excuse me, gents.

Hey, hold it a minute.
Company.

They told me you were here.

I must talk to you.

Can you wait till
after this hand?

May I wait here, please?

I'm awfully glad
you changed your mind.
It's the only way.

Your bet first.

Yeah, yeah.
Let's make it...

I'll call.

Okay. I'll see it.

What do you do, Fred?

I'll raise you $250.

You're gonna
like these.

By me.

Pass.

I'll call, $200 more.

I'll stay.

You're sure dressed
fit to kill, Alice.

Where you going?

Ask me no questions
and I'll tell you no lies.

Is my sister in there?
Your sister?

Yeah.

I don't want any trouble.

No trouble.
I just want to
tell her something.

Hands up, everybody,
and no funny business.

All right,
everybody freeze.

Long as nobody tries
to be a hero, the operation
will be painless.

Stand up, face the wall.

Gather in the harvest,
honey.

Ready.

You go first.

You promised, Rose.

Don't worry about me.
Get out.

Holly, don't let her.

Illinois and St. Ives
know us too well.
It has to be.

Let's not argue.
Get out.

If you pull
that trigger, Rose,
I'll kill you.

I swear it,
I'll kill you myself.

Leave it, Rose.
Do as she says.

Come on.

Come on, boys.

You just got
a new lease on life,
gents,

so don't break it
by moving.

Robbery, robbery! Robbery!

Robbery, get those...

Robbery! Stop those horses!

Baby's shot.

Rose, damn it!

Holly.

Columbine,
you must bring her
back to me.

I've got to tell her
I'm sorry.

She must forgive me.

Surrender, Rose!

Never, you dirty, rotten...

Got her.

You forgive me, don't you?
You don't hate me?

Oh, Holly,
don't talk like that.

Holly. Holly! Holly!

I want you
to give yourself up.

Is that you, Mr. Parsh?

Yes, Holly.

I'm so tired.

I want to go home.

I'm so scared and tired.

Won't but somebody
please take me home?

Sure, Holly.

Sure, we'll take you home.

Well, I guess
it's just in the nature
of some people.

Always have to make
their point the hard way.

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