All language subtitles for 01_ld

Go down to the river
to eat that snake.

Go on, get.
Go on.
Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Little early
to be quitting,
ain't it, girls?

Or is it Christmas?

Girls yourself.

It ain't
Christmas, neither.

It's that hell bitch.

She bit a hunk
out of him.

I'm glad you got here
before fall, Newt.

We've been
missing you.

It's supper time.

Either that
or old Bolivar's
calling up bandits.

We hear you,
dern it, we hear you!

'I God, Woodrow,

as long as you've
worked around horses,

I'd think
you wouldn't

turn your back
on Kiowa mares.

You want to think
something,

think that roof
back up on the barn

instead of sitting
in the shade.

I ain't scared
to be lazy.

That don't
recommend you much.

Can we eat,
or are we waiting till
the argument's over?

You will starve
if you wait for that.

Many thanks.

If you ever get
tired of loafing,

you can get work
waiting tables.

I had a job
waiting tables once,

on a riverboat.

Wasn't older
than Newt there, but...

I had to give it up.

How come?

Well, I was too
young and pretty.

The whores wouldn't
let me alone.

Listening to you brag
don't improve the taste

of these Mexican
strawberries none.

The only way
you'll get better food

is by shooting Bolivar.

And another thing, Bol.

Quit whacking that
dinner bell for supper.

Whack it at noon
if you want to.

A man with any sense
can tell it's sundown

without you
whacking that bell.

General Robert E. Lee
freed the slaves.

I can whack
if I want to.

Abe Lincoln
freed the slaves,
not General Lee.

He didn't
free Mexicans
anyway, Bol.

It was, uh...

Americans that
he freed.

You're in over
your head, Pea.

It was Africans
Abe Lincoln freed,

no more American
than Call, here.

I'm American, by God.

You was born in Scotland,

though you was on the teat
when they brought you.

I'm as American
as anybody
from Tennessee.

You boys can sleep
easy tonight

knowing Captain
Woodrow F. Call

is guarding the river,

keeping you safe
from Indians
and Mexican bandits.

There ain't no
Indians no more.

We cleaned them out.

How about Blue Duck?

You never got him.

No, we never got
that half-breed.

Blue Duck ain't
around here nowhere.

His range
is further north.

How come the Captain
goes to the river?

He just misses
the wild old days

when he had somebody
to outwit, that's all.

I'll whack that bell
if I want to.

What's the matter
with that knife, Bol?

Won't hold an edge?

It is like a wife.

Every night

you better stroke it.

Your wife
in Mexico

must be getting
rusty by now.

She don't get
sharpened
more than

twice a year,
does she, Bol?

She is old.

Like you.

The older the violin,
the sweeter the music.

You ought to bring
her to meet me.

No, I know you.

You would try
to corrupt her.

How about one
of your daughters?

You've got nine,
ain't you?

I don't see
no scalps.

Good night to slip
into Mexico and
cross some stock.

Cross it and do what?

It ain't against
the law for you to work.

Can I go to Mexico?

I'm getting
old enough now.

You'll get old
quick if you sit
around talking.

Best go on
to bed.

It's still early,
Captain.

You go to bed now.
We got work tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

You ought to let him
set awhile.

The only
education he's got
is listening to me.

What kind of education
is that?

You think
he'll learn more

shoveling horse
poop for you?

I shovel my share.
It ain't hurt me.

Fine, if that's
how you want to
make your fortune.

I think I'll straggle
down to that gin palace

see if I can't
scare me up a card game.

Now, you pigs...

You don't wait
up for me, now.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Evening, my good friend.

Mr. Gus,
come in, come in.

Loan me $2.00,
all right, Gus?

Why would I loan
money to a loafer?

You ought to be
trailing cattle.

I'm leaving next week
to do just that.

I'll pay you back.

Evening, Lorie.
You look fine.

Real fine.

Listen, me and Lorie
are trying to talk.

Dish, you got
a sour stomach?

What you need is
a good game of cards.

Ain't that right,
Lippy?

I didn't come in
to play no cards.

How about you, Wanz?

Put that rag away.

Most people wouldn't notice
dead skunks on the table.

Put you in
a better mood.

Nothing else to do
around here anyway.

Almost sunup.

How did anybody
that pretty wind up in
Lonesome Dove?

A gambler named
Tinkersley

left her here
a couple of years ago.

Before that,
he'd had her, uh...

sparking boys
in San Antone to

pay his debts.

Damn him.

She didn't mind.

She was rat-holing
her tips,

trying to save
to get to
San Francisco.

He stole her money.

She caught him
drunk and tried
to shoot him.

He beat her
black and blue.

Bit her lip, too.

That's how come
she got that scar.

That little scar.

I kind of like her.

You been with her?

Sure, who ain't?

Even Wanz treats himself
once or twice a week.

Of course,

she won't have nothing
to do with Lippy.

Here's that $2.00 you
wanted to borrow, Dish.

Go ahead, take it.

Wouldn't want it said
I'd refuse a loan
to a friend.

Much obliged, then.

I'll pay you back
this fall.

No need to ride
off tonight, Dish.

Throw your blanket
on our front porch.

I appreciate that.
I do, I...

Darn, I think I left
something on the table.

Imagine that.

If it's all right
with you, Dish,

I won't wait.

No need.
You go on.

Get from here,
you pigs.

I ain't giving you
no biscuits.

Now go on, get.
Go on.

(DOOR OPENS)

What's Dish Boggett
doing on
the front porch?

Well, sleeping,
unless you woke him.

How's that horse bite?

Hell, I been
bit worse by bedbugs
in Saltillo.

Let me pour
some axle grease on it.

Tend to your biscuits.

You up all night
reading the good book?

It's hard to have fun
in a place like this, but

I do my best.

Oh.

Biscuits are ready.

We come here
to make money.

There wasn't nothing
about fun in the deal.

You like money
even less than
you like fun,

if that's possible.

Wake up, Newt.

You'll poke your eye
with your own fork.

See what happens
when you keep him
up all night talking.

Hurry, Pea.

It'll take a hacksaw
to cut them eggs,
the way

frying them in
coffee grounds, Bol.

I don't care.

Pea eye, it's bad manners
to go relieving yourself

where people
are eating breakfast.

What would
your mama think?

Good morning.

Morning, Dish.
Have some bacon.

Thanks, Captain.

You can work it off.

Work it off?

Hey, come look who's
riding up the road.

It ought
to be Deets.

He's due back
from San Antone.

It's Deets,
but not alone.

That's Deets
all right.

Who's the other one?

'I God, Woodrow,
that's Jake Spoon!

Danged if you
ain't right.

Lord, how long
has it been?

10 years.

Well, howdy, boys.

What's for breakfast?

You're too late.
We ate.

You always
was a hog, Gus.

Captain.
Good to see you.

Where you been
all these years?

Arkansas most recently.

Your horse
looks like you
left in a hurry.

Yeah,
that's true enough.

What you think,
Captain?

Didn't I find
the prodigal?

You did.

Bet it wasn't
in no church house.

Pea, it's been
a long time.

Thank you, Jake.

This is Dish Boggett.
He just signed on.

I did?

And who's this?

Don't you
remember me, Jake?

You used to buy me
hard candy.

You gave me my first
ride on horseback.

My God!

Well, if it ain't Newt!

Little Newt!

I growed up, huh?

You growed up
good, Newt.

Thank you, Jake.

Woodrow makes sure
he sleeps.

Deets, give his horse
a good feed.

Probably been a while
since he's had one.

Didn't Deets
have that same cap
before I left?

Deets wouldn't quit
a garment 'cause
of a little age.

We can't all be
fine dressers like you.

Pea, you best get these
two boys to work
digging that well.

Well, now, Captain, I...

you don't mind
doing a little
well digging

to pay for breakfast,
do you, Dish?

I don't guess so.

That old pistolero
you got for a cook

has been cleaning his gun
on this towel.

There's worse
he wipes on it.

Where you been
all these years, Jake?

Seeing the country.

I was up in Montana
two years ago.

Prettier land
there never was,

'specially
on Milk River.

You can smell
Canady from there.

Bet you can smell
Indians, too.

Yeah, but it's
worth it seeing
all the grass.

Grass everywhere.

You wouldn't believe it.

Plenty of water, too.

I'd go today,
if I could

sprout wings
and fly.

Be safer to walk.

Give somebody else
time to lick
the Indians.

The minute
they are licked,

there's going to be
fortunes made in Montana.

What are you
saying, Jake?

I'm saying let's us
get to it first.

Round up free cattle here,
drive them up.

We'd be rich.

Land like you never seen.

We ain't seen you
in 10 years.

Now you want us
to pack up,

go north,
and get scalped.

You were never afraid
of a few Indians.

We whupped them
down here,

and they was Comanches.

You were never a lover
of cows, neither.

Pretty whores, cards,
and clean shirts

was more your line.

Yeah, but I can
smell an opportunity

when it's
under my nose.

What about that trouble
in Arkansas?

Mule Skinner threw down
on me in a saloon.

Shot back at him
and killed a dentist.

Was a pure accident,
but I killed him.

He stood
in the wrong place?

Actually,
he was outside

walking down the street.

A plank wall won't stop
no .50-caliber bullet.

But a dentist will.

Dropped him dead.

It was bad luck
all around.

Nobody likes
a dentist anyway.

This one was the mayor.

Worse yet,

his brother's
the she...

his brother's
the sheriff.

Young fellow named
July Johnson.

He was away at the time.

They wouldn't hang you
for an accident,

not even in Arkansas.

Since they don't
take much shine
to gamblers,

I wasn't going
to give them the option.

Good to see you boys.

I hardly thought
to find you still here.

Ain't nothing changed
much around here

since you left, Jake.

Little Newt
sure surprised me.

Guess I thought
he was still
just a spud.

What about Maggie?

Maggie's been dead
nine years, Jake.

Nine years.

I swear...

You've had little
Newt all this time.

Wasn't a whole
lot of people

scrambling to adopt
a dead whore's child.

Ain't that right,
Woodrow?

Well, it ain't
a holiday.

Let's help them
boys out there.

I swear.

It was only
the Christian
thing to do...

taking him in,
I mean.

One of you boys
is most likely
his dad.

July, get out here.
I want to talk to you.

Hello, Peach.

Where did you get
the rooster, Peach?

It's my rooster.

July, when do you aim
to start after Jake Spoon?

Well...

he'll get over
to Mexico or somewhere

you sit around here
much longer...

Like you been doing.

The thing is,
Peach...

I mean everybody
pretty much agrees
it was an accident.

Stop that, rooster!

Benny was my husband
and your brother

and the mayor
of this town.

Now that ought to stand
for something, July.

It does...

You're the sheriff,
ain't you?

It's what you're paid for.

Well, that's true,
but you can't...

You never
should have married
that woman, July.

Remember I warned you
about that?

Well, what's that
got to do with this,
Peach?

I think you'd
rather stay home
than do your duty.

That's what I think.

I never said I wasn't
going after him.

Oh, rooster!

Guess that will
teach him to peck me.

Well, July...

What about Jake Spoon?

I expect to find him

down around San Antonio
somewhere, Peach.

I hear
he has friends there.

You catch him,
you hear me?

I will, Peach.

Don't worry.

Now let's see how you like
the cook pot.

Them friends
of Jake Spoon's...

they're two
of the most famous
Texas Rangers

that ever lived.
You know that?

I don't suppose there's
a sporting woman around.

Are you so rich
that's all you
think about?

I think about it,
rich or poor.

Get from here,
you pigs.

Go hunt up another snake
or something.

Get!

Sit down, Jake.
Let's talk.

Folks that keep pigs
ain't no better
than farmers.

I'm surprised
at you and Call.

I figured you'd
at least stay cattlemen

after we quit rangering.

I thought you'd own
a railroad by now

or at least
a whorehouse.

I guess life's
disappointed us both.

I may not have made
no fortune,

but I never spoke
to a pig, neither.

In all your world
travels, Jake,

you didn't run across
Clara nowhere, did you?

She's still married
to that horse trader
Bob Allen,

if that's what
you're asking.

You saw her then?

Just for a minute

outside a store
in Ogallala.

Bob was with her,
so I wasn't asked
for supper.

Any young'uns?

Two girls,
I believe.

I heard
her boys died.

How did she look?

Not as pretty
as she once was.

It's been 15 years
since we courted her.

Nebraska, huh?

I went by there
on my way to Montana.

Bob's close to rich,
did you know that?

Army gets most
of its horses from him.

First he gets Clara,
then he gets rich.

'I God, imagine that.

Him so dumb
he can hardly walk
through a door

without bumping
his head.

Don't seem fair,
does it?

Stop digging
when you get
to China.

You'll know
when you're there.

The men
wear pigtails.

If you hadn't loaned me
that $2.00,

I'd be halfway
to Matagorda by now.

No need to thank me.

Easy, now.

Easy there.

Want some help?

Not from you,
I don't.

Where's Jake?

Catching a nap.

Oh, man.

He ain't changed
a bit, has he?

Look who's talking.
When did you
change last?

Still breaking horses
when there's plenty
of gentle ones.

I never seen
a more intelligent filly.

Look, how
she's watching.

She ain't watching you
'cause she loves you.

Gus.

What?

Why not go up
to Montana?

The cattleman's
paradise, to hear
Jake tell it.

Sounds like a damn
wilderness to me.

Aren't we a shade
old to start fighting
Indians again?

I mean it, Gus.

Why not just...

Go north with the herd?

I tell you what.

You ride on up there,
clear out the Indians,

build a little cabin,

get a nice fire
going in the fireplace,

me and Jake'll come up
with a herd.

I'd like to see
the herd you two
could get.

Herd of whores,
maybe.

You ain't no more
a cattleman than I am.

You know it, too.

I want to do it, Gus.

I want to see
that country

before the

bankers and lawyers
all get it.

Hey, you boys got
any water flowing yet?

It's flowing
out of me.

I lost two gallons
already.

Well, quit work.

Catch
a little rest.

We're going
to Mexico tonight.

'I God, Woodrow.

(WHISTLING)

Where you off to,
looking so pretty?

Just taking a stroll,

since we got
the afternoon off.

What do you do
in Mexico?

We ride around
in the dark,

strike on some
horses and cows,

then we steal them.

Like the Mexicans
stole them
from over here.

(CREAKING BEDSPRINGS)

(LAUGHING)

Come on in here, son.

Anybody digging a well
in this heat
deserves a drink.

Well, that's...
Thanks, anyway.

Look at the Captain.

Whoo hee hee!

Going to run
her out now.

Going to show
whose horse she is.

Eeee!

You think the Captain
will let me
go tonight?

You're sure
in a hurry
to get shot at.

Any more horse bites?

Quit pulling on that jug.

I want you sober tonight.

Well,
speaking of sober...

There's somebody
who ain't.

Just leave me
alone, Jake.

Go away. Let me
get back on my...

I want to see Lorie.

I want to go
by myself, Jake.

Dish?

Oh, hello,
Captain.

What the hell
happened?

I wish I could say.

Well, why
can't you say?

Don't believe
I can remember.

Jake, you put him
up to this?

No. I found him
trying to see

how fast he could
drain a bottle.

I'll not have men
can't do their job.

I can ride,
Captain.

Ain't nothing
to setting
on a horse.

Better not fall off,
or the Mexicans
will get you.

You men want supper,
best go get it.

We're leaving
at sundown.

Newt, best go
saddle your pony,
too, I reckon.

(BELL RINGS)

If that old Mexican
thinks it's
the 4th of July,

I'll give him
firecrackers!

(GUNSHOTS)

That was a foolish
thing, Jake.

You might have hit
the house

instead of
old Bolivar.

No wonder
you're on the run.

Evening, Joe.

How's your mama
been today?

She was sick again
this morning.

Don't you slosh
that milk, Joe.

I'm home.

Supper's on the table.

Joe said you were feeling
poorly again this morning.

It's living in this town
that does it.

You want
some buttermilk?

No, sir.

If he wants buttermilk,
he can get it himself.

Don't wait on him
hand and foot.

I been thinking.

I better go
catch Jake Spoon.

Do what?

Catch Jake Spoon
for killing Benny.

Now why would you
want to do that?

It was an accident,

as everybody
with any sense knows.

I know...

Peach been bullying you
again, is that it?

Wipe your lip, July.

Joe, run fetch
a bucket of water.

We been married
five months.

Now you want to ride
off somewhere,

and all because
of Peach.

Well, that's my job,
Ellie.

That's what
I get paid for.

If I start now,

I expect I'd
be back in a month.

Well, maybe you should
at that, July.

I think I should.

Take Joe with you.

Take Joe?

Ellie,
he's just a boy.

There could be
a fight.

I doubt anybody'd
shoot a boy,
even in Texas.

I was thinking maybe
I'd take Roscoe.

Take Joe.

He's got
to grow up sometime.

It won't hurt him.

I don't know,
Ellie.

I know.

I'll go tell him.

Better to have that
if it's not needed

than to need it
and not have it.

You pigs guard the place
while we're gone.

They put
a gun on you.

Wouldn't be surprised
if they make you
boss of this outfit.

Better hope not, Deets.

I'd cut your wages
for always joshing me.

Big camp's just
a couple of miles
over that ridge.

Some might think
it foolish,

stealing horses
from Pedro Flores.

He's got the best-armed
hundred vaqueros
in northern Mexico.

They're spread
all around and
can't shoot anyhow.

Most of this crowd
can't neither.

Dish is still
half-drunk.

Newt ain't ever
spilled blood.

I swear, Gus.

You'd argue
with a possum.

Be easier than arguing
with you, Woodrow.

How many you figure?

I'd say 40
or 50 head.

Speak up, Gus.

Talk a little louder
and them vaqueros

probably bring us
the horses...

While they're
shooting at us.

We'll split up.

Get ready to jump
some gullies, boys.

(SINGING)

Captain.

What is it?

I hear singing.

White folks singing.

White folks?

You hear anything?

Yes, I do.

I hear something,
but it sounds
like a bird.

Hell, Deets
wouldn't stop
for no bird.

No, sir,
I guess he wouldn't.

Two of them.

They got a donkey
and a mule.

That don't make
no sense at all.

Irishmen.

When did Pedro Flores
go to hiring Irishmen?

(SINGING)
Oh, whiskey made me
pawn me clothes

And whiskey
gave me a broken nose

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise 'em up
from down below

Whiskey, whiskey,
whiskey-o

Open up,
this jar must go

John, rise 'em up
from down below

Let's eat
the donkey.

What's a donkey
good for?

Teach it to sit
on its arse
and eat sugar cubes.

You men just
hold steady there.

Murderers, Allen!

Murderers! Heyaaa,
mule, heyaaa!

Heyaaa! Heyaaa,
heyaaa, heyaaa!

I believe that mule's
hobbled, son.

That's why
his legs won't work.

He's me brother,
but smart he ain't.

I'm Allen O'Brien,

and that would be
young Sean there
on the mule.

Sir.

Newt, you run
get the horses.

Yes, sir.

You know
where you are?

Not Ireland.
I know that much.

How far are we
from Galveston, sir?

Galveston?
This is Mexico.

Worse, the part
you're standing on

belong to Pedro Flores.

He find you here,
he'll hang you sure.

Hang us?
Oh, yeah.

Mr. Gus done
got the horses.

You boys best pack up
and go with us.

We're packed.

We being chased?

I don't doubt it.

Jake's shooting off
his pistol like a fool.

Head for home!

Big bunch of horses
coming this way.

Flores and his boys?

I believe so.

No wonder we ain't
been chased.

While we was in Mexico
stealing Flores' horses,

he was back in Texas
stealing some others.

That's it.

We'll run
straight at them,

grab his herd,
and kick for the river.

Be a good joke
on that old bandit.

Hang onto your hat,
Irishmen!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(RACING HOOFBEATS)

¿Qué es eso?

(HOOFBEATS GROW LOUDER)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Whoo-hoo!

Not bad
for a night's work...

over 100 horses
and two lost Irishmen.

All we need is cattle

and some more cowboys
to drive 'em north.

Ain't been here
but a day.

Already you've
made a horse
thief out of me.

That's a step up
for you, ain't it, Jake?

Let's get them horses
hid in that thicket
up there.

Don't you even want your
breakfast first, Woodrow?

I could kick you
for giving him ideas
about Montana.

We'll suffer
all our lives.

I'd forgot how
determined he gets.

How about loaning me
a couple of dollars?

Early in the day
to wiggle your bean.

It's for whiskey
and a tub.

That girl wouldn't
take money from me.

That's because she
don't really know you yet.

Roscoe can help
if you need anything.

I can do my own choring.

This ain't exactly
a cotton plantation.

Well, you ready, Joe?

Yes, sir, I reckon.

Well, give her a kick,
and let's go.

Hey, Joe!

Roscoe!

Roscoe Brown!

Morning, Peach.

Hello, Charlie.

I thought July told you
to look after Elmira.

She said she don't want
no looking after.

We just got back
from the cabin,

and she's gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

Maybe on
that whiskey boat.

You mean,

she...she left town?

Well, why would
Elmira do a thing
like that?

Well, who knows...
A woman like her.

Maybe got her
another man somewhere.

But...but she's
July's wife.

She's having
a baby, too.

A baby?

July never said
nothing about no baby.

I doubt she
ever told him,

but I seen her
with the morning sickness.

My God...

On a whiskey boat?

July ain't got the sense
God gave a turkey,

or he'd never
have married her.

You'd best go find him
and tell him

his wife's run away.

Well,

July's gone
to Texas, Peach.

He left
six days ago.

Well, surely you
can find Texas, Roscoe.

I can find Texas,

but how
do I find July?

Now, listen, Roscoe,

she ain't hardly worth it,

but July dotes
on that woman.

He'll want to find her

before she gets scalped
by the Indians.

Now, you see to it,
you hear,

or you'll be the one
gets blamed.

All right, Peach.

I don't know
nothing else to do.

Charlie,
don't stand in the sun

like you got no sense.

Sweet little thing. Mm-mmm!

Sure is a pretty thing,
ain't she?

Aw, she's mine.

See that, did you?

What was it about?

About you.

About me?

You're the only woman
we got.

He would have taken
advantage of the fact.

He won't now,
though, will he?

No.

You took a chance
getting on a boat

with a bunch of men
like us.

You the one
that done it?

Big Zwey.

He done it.
He fancies you.

Says he's going
to marry you.

He can't marry me.
I'm already married.

I'm going to Ogallala
to find my husband.

Maybe you heard
of him...Dee Boot?

Big Zwey, he likes you.

He's going to marry you.

Tell him
I got a husband.

Give me a hand here.
Here we go!

You go tell him
yourself.

Grab another one, boys.

Watch...watch that!

Cut that one
over there!

Get him back over
in there!

How did you do?

About 50 head of steers.

No trouble with Flores?

He's dead.

Dead?

Caught one
of his vaqueros.

He said old Pedro...

died about a week ago.

What did he do,
choke on a pepper?

He just died.
That's all.

I didn't know
you liked that
old bandit so much.

I didn't say
I liked him.

I didn't expect him
to die, I guess.

He was
a rough old cob,

I'll say that
for him.

Fun's all over
down here now.

Fun?

What would you
know about fun?

You never had fun
in your whole life.

Fun is my department.

I'll ride into town
and scare me up some.

We got enough to do
right here.

I'm keeping everything
in balance.

You do more work
than you got to,

so it's my obligation
to do less.

Where the hell's
he going?

Hello, Jasper.
Ain't seen you
in a while.

Is that girl in there
gone and got married?

Whenever I
jingle my money,

she looks like she's
ready to carve my liver.

Never was but one thing
worth doing here.

Now I can't
even do that!

I hear you and Call
are raising a herd.

Well, you're
about half-right.

Call is.

He still
taking on hands?

He'd find
a place for you.

Don't look like
you eat much.

He's with the herd about

five miles
yonder ways.

Lorie, darlin’.

Lippy.

You and me.

How about a poke?

I'm with Jake now,
Gus.

You know that.

Yeah, I do know that,
honey.

When I saw Jake riding
up to Lonesome Dove,

I knew you and him
was settling together.

But Call got him
to work this afternoon,

so there ain't no reason

you shouldn't sell me
a poke.

I told you the reason.

Jake takes care of me now.

Jake's never
taken care of nobody
his whole life.

Somebody's always
taking care of him.

It was me and Call.

Now it's you.

Ain't that right?

You aiming
to marry him?

We ain't
talked about it.

He is taking me to
San Francisco, though.

Think so, huh?

He promised.
I'll hold him to it.

Jake's slippery
like an eel.

My guess is
he'll use the drive
to leave you.

If Jake's going,
I'm going, too.

You'd be welcome
as far as I'm concerned,

but Call ain't
tolerant of women.

I'm going.

It's a free country,
ain't it?

If you work for
Woodrow Call, it ain't.

I...I tell you...

I'll give you...

$50 for the poke.

$50?

I'll give you $50.

Even if you
had $50, Lippy,

the answer's still no.

I tell you what.

Let's cut cards.

Now, if you're high,

you win the $50,

and you can
forget the poke.

Now, if I'm high,

I'll still give you
the $50,

but I get the poke.

All right?

Well, what about Jake?
He's your good friend.

I ain't trying
to cut Jake out.

I just want a poke,

and you might need
the $50.

Hmm.

You cheated,
didn't you?

Wouldn't say
I did or didn't,

but a man
who wouldn't cheat
for a poke

don't want one
bad enough.

Come on, darlin’.

(SINGING) Sleep, oh, babe

For the grave becomes

More silent

While it's full

Evil

From the grave a-comes

To wrap the world
enthralled...

It's a lucky herd,
ain't it?

Got a fine Irish baritone
to sing to them.

He sings too sad
to suit me.

Well, hello there, Jake.

Wait till I eat my stew.
I'll help you down.

I ain't getting down.

Hand me a plate.
I'll eat up here.

You sound
plum grumpy.

I guess one day's
honest work don't
agree with you.

Or is it just
any work at all?

You're one to talk.

Where you been
all afternoon?

I was playing cards
with Lorie.

The poor girl thinks
you're taking her
to San Francisco.

That ain't
your business.

She'll go
where I say

or get left behind one.

Why not bring her
on the drive?

On the drive?

It's safer
than you two

just striking out
on your own,

especially through
Indian country.

Call'd never allow
women in camp.

Call ain't God,
are you?

What?

I was telling
Jake here
you ain't God.

You ain't,
are you?

Couple more
drags through Mexico,

we'll be able to start
up the trail Monday.

How does that
suit you, Jake?

It don't need
to suit me.

I don't know that I feel
like bumping cows anymore.

You ain't going
on the drive?

Jake's got
his own fancies
to cultivate.

He don't care
that he caused
all this.

I didn't cause
anything.

Who said Montany's
a cowman's paradise?

Well, it is.

You know the country.

We was counting on you
to choose the way.

I ain't decided
for sure yet.

Well, that's fine.

Let us know
when you do.

Yeah, I will.

Think he'll
go with us?

I'll tell you
what I think.

I think Jake's always
been too leaky a vessel

for anybody to put
much hope in.

Going to town, Jake?

(SINGING) Sleep, oh, babe

For the

Grave becomes...

What's wrong, Sean?

I miss me mother.

Back in Ireland?

Well, don't worry.

I'm sure you'll
see her again someday.

No. She died...

Before me
and me brother
left home.

Otherwise, I'd
still be there.

Mine died, too,
you know.

You miss her?

Like I been
missing mine?

Sometimes.

Oh, yeah...

Yeah, I do miss her.

What about your pa?

I don't know nothing
about him.

Me pa
was a drunkard.

He fell down a well
and drownded.

He only came home
to beat me anyway.

At least
you knew who he was.

Ah, it's me ma I miss.

Don't go up there
with him.

Please. Don't.

I have to.

I'm sandy.

I should have bathed
in the river.

Want me
to fill you a tub?

Maybe later.

What was Gus
up to today?

He didn't come back
till sundown.

He was here a while.

He offered me $50.

Gus always was
a fool with his money.

I turned him down,
though.

I said
I was with you.

I reckon
he got his poke.

If I'm wrong,
you can hit me back.

We cut cards for it.

I can't prove it,
but I know
he cheated.

Should have warned you
about cutting cards
with that old cud.

If it had been
anybody but him,

I'd have shot you.

You going
with the herd?

I ain't decided.

They don't leave
till Monday.

You ain't planning
on leaving me here

if you do go,

are you, Jake?

All of them cowboys
in love with you?

I'd have to kill
half of them

before we got
to Red River.

They won't bother me.

Gus is the only one
with enough guts to try.

Yeah. He'd want
to cut the cards
twice a day.

I'm going with you,
Jake,

whether you go
on the drive or not.

I'm going
when you leave.

Maybe we'll go
to San Antone
and gamble a spell.

I've been.

I don't want to go back.

Ain't you
the hard one to please?

Well, no, I ain't.

I just want to go
to San Francisco,

like you promised me.

That would please me
just fine.

I ain't going to run off
and leave you, Lorie,

if that's
what you think.

I know you ain't, Jake.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

Morning.

Morning.

You're up awful early.

Jake,
let's leave today.

Today?

Go and buy me
a horse, will you?

One that's not
too tall.

Here's $50.

This Gus' money?

It was.

Well...

I bet a nickel.

Get ready to shed
a tear or two.

Ain't afraid of you.

I ain't scared, neither.

How about you, Jasper?

You going to play cards

or just sit there
looking ugly?

What's he doing
with that?

That's supper.

Bol will make stew
with that.

I ain't eating
no rattlesnake.

I guess Dish don't want
no snake supper neither.

Hey, it's Jake.

And Miss Lorena.

Lorie, darlin’.

That's a fine-looking
horse you're riding.

Jake bought her for me
from Mary Pumphrey.

Well, I'm surprised
she'd sell her.

Well, I had
$50 to spend, Gus.

Money well spent, Jake...

Both times.

Howdy, Call.

You never met
Lorena Wood.

No. We've not met.

Well, Jake, I see
you've made your decision.

We decided to try our luck
in San Francisco.

We'll enjoy
the cool weather.

It's a hard trip.

Jake ain't one to be
put off by hardship.

We hope to ease
along with you
till Denver.

It's a free country, Jake.
Do as you please.

Guess we'll find a ridge
to camp on,

somewhere upwind from these
stinking beasts of yours.

See you boys
on the trail somewhere.

Lorie.

Woodrow...

Let's go
if we're going.

I was thinking of making
another run to Mexico.

We got enough cattle
to stock five ranches.

Let's go.

Boys,
check your gear.

We'll be leaving
first light
in the morning.

Captain, how far
is it up north?

Up north
ain't a place, Newt.
It's a direction.

Where we're going
is about 2,500 miles
that-away.

2,500 miles?

Now where are you
off to?

I forgot something.

Now, if I ain't
back in a month,

you girls
start without me.

Ya!

You pigs
take care of the place.

It's all yours now.

Nobody else's.

I see the morning rush
ain't started yet.

It will never
start again.

Not ever again.

Don't take it
so hard, Xavier.

There's plenty of whores.

Ride up
to San Antone

and recruit you another.

I would have
given her money,

bought her clothes.

I love her.

Aw, hell,
we all love her,

every dern
one of us.
You know that.

Yes...

But I would have
married her.

If it helps any,
it's my opinion

she made
a poor bargain,

going with Jake Spoon.

Thank you.

Well...

Goodbye, my fine friend.

Goodbye to you,
my good friend.

Goodbye.

What are you doing
in my wagon?

Jumped off the roof.
Here's where I landed.

This wagon's
going to Montana.

Yes, sir,
and I am, too.

Piano playing's
finished around here.

Well,
we got two Irishmen

and a bunch
of addle-brained
cowboys.

I guess we could
always use a man

who wears
a chamber pot
on his head.

Come on, mules. Ya!

Go on, Pea!
Pick it up!

Run them out, now!

Funny, ain't it?

All them cattle
and 9/10 of the horses
are stolen,

and yet we was once
respected lawmen.

How many head you think
we're starting out with?

Oh, about

2,600 cattle
and two pigs.

That was
dang stupid,

bringing that sign
along.

You'll have us
the laughingstock
of this country

with that
"We don't rent pigs" part.

I figure it's better
to say it up front.

The man that does
like to rent pigs,

he's hard to stop.

If that
ain't bad enough,

you got
them Greek words.

I told you

it ain't Greek,
it's Latin.

What does it say,
that Latin?

Well, it's a motto.
It just says itself.

Yo varum, yo vara-feet.

Yo varum
double feet...

You don't know
what it says.

You found that
in some book
or something.

Maybe
it invites people
to rob us.

Anyone comes along
that reads Latin
is welcome to rob us.

I'd like the chance

to shoot an
educated man once.

Jake!

Jake, stop that!

I didn't hit you,
did I?

I was shooting
at the turtle.

Lucky you hit the river,
drunk as you are.

How's your thumb?

All this over

a little old
Mesquite thorn.

Ain't that
something...ow!

It's made you sick,
Jake.

Why'd I get
such a fancy for you?

Come on down here
with me. Come on.

Why don't I make you
some coffee instead?

How do, Miss?

I'm Deets.

Captain sent me ahead

to scout a good place
to cross the herd.

Oh...

Mr. Jake napping, huh?

He's caught
a Mesquite thorn
in his hand.

Better take a look.

Mesquite thorns...

bad poison.

Deets?

Where'd you come from?

We're all right now, Lorie.

Deets
will see us through.

You full of fever.

I'm going to dig
this sticker
out of you.

I'd soon
cut off my hand
as have you

dig in there with that.

You want
to keep your hand.

I might need you
to shoot a bandit

if one's after me.

Ow!

You best
cross the river
and make a camp.

Going to come
a storm tonight.

Be harder
to cross tomorrow.

Ow!

A storm, you say?

Mm.

The wind will hit
about sundown,

blowing sand,
and then lightning.

Don't tie your
horses to no trees.

Ooh!

Jake's going to want
to rest here a while.

He can rest
on the other side.

Get...

Dern little thorn.

Now you be
shuffling cards again.

All right, Miss.

Let's get you packed
and across the river.

I got to get
back to that herd

before that storm
come here.

All right.

You sorry you
on this trip, Miss?

It's going to be
a lot harder
than I thought.

Well,

I believe
you up to it,
ain't you?

I'll have to be
to make San Francisco.

Well, Woodrow,
here's where we find out

if we was meant
to be cowboys.

I reckon.

Don't look good.

Hold them, boys!
Don't let them scatter!

I don't like this,
Newt.

Come on, Sean.
We got to turn
the cattle.

Get over there!

Sean!

Sean!

Over here, Newt!
Over here!

I fell
off my horse.
Hurry.

Look!
What is it?

The herd's
caught the lightning!
Ride off! Get!

Jake, look!

What?

We got to get out
from under this tree.

No!

Ain't no place
to sit out a storm!

No! I'm staying here!

Don't worry about
your dern horse!

Lorie, no!
Come back here!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

It would be easier
if you got
down from there.

Maybe he's
stuck, too.

If I had my gun,
I'd unstick him.

Ain't you boys got
that wagon unstuck yet?

Not yet.

We lose anybody?

Everybody's fine.

Except I ain't seen
Mr. Gus nowhere.

I seen him ride
off yonderways

right after sunup.

Probably hunting for his jug.
How about the cattle?

I figure
we lost 20, 25.

Could have been
much worse.

Ain't no point in
getting clean.

You'll cross
the Nueces River
before dark.

That's fine
with Lippy.

Could use
a good wash.

How many rivers
will there be?

Oh, I don't know.

There's a bunch,
I bet, though.

Me, I be wishing
we'd go around them.

Yeah, that would
suit me all right, too.

I crossed an ocean.

I don't know why
I'm afraid
of crossing a river.

(WHISTLING)

Gus!
I found your horse.

He got away last night
in the storm.

So I see.

Here you go,
darling. Whoa.

I don't see young Jake
around nowhere.

He rode off
a minute ago

to track my horse.

Track your horse?

He couldn't track
an elephant

if he was
onto its tail.

I best call him back

before he gets
lost himself.

What we got here?

I'll bet you got coffee
boiling in there.

I do.

I swear, Lorie,

you're as pretty
as the morning.

I guess traveling
agrees with you.

You get any prettier,
and I may be

forced to cut the cards
with you again.

I'll shuffle next time.

I don't trust you.

Who invited you
to breakfast?

Uh-oh.

Jake, you never
was grateful for nothing.

I return a $50 horse,

and all you do
is gripe about
my company.

There's too much
of your company.

Jake.

I swear, Jake,
are you jealous?

Sure, after
you tried poking

every woman
I ever looked at?

Well, much as I'd like
to stay and discuss

the loves I won,

I best be getting
back to the herd.

Thanks
for the coffee, Lorie.

Try to keep
that mare hobbled
at night.

She was on her way
to Lonesome Dove.

I can hobble horses
without you telling me.

Well, that's good
to know, Jake.

Pack up. We're going
to San Antone for a while.

San Antone?

Good gambling town.
Won't hurt to
stop a week.

We'll catch up later.

I ain't going
to San Antone.
I been there.

Don't buck me!

I guess you'll go
where I say go.

Not to San Antonio,
I ain't.

Dern it!

I wanted to gamble
a little bit
between here and Denver.

Go on and gamble
if you want to gamble.

I never said
you couldn't.

I just ain't
going along.

What?

Just leave you here?

Sure. Why not?

Because Gus'll be here
every morning

wanting to teach
you card tricks.

Well, that's true.
He might.

What was Jake up to?

Jake's just up
to being Jake.

It's a full-time job.

It takes a woman
to help him, don't it?

I'll get some
of the boys downstream

to keep the cattle
from scattering.

Ease Old Dog in.

I believe
the cattle will follow.

Old Dog won't
be trouble.
He's like me.

Lazy?

Mature.
He don't get excited

about crossing rivers
no more than I do.

You don't get excited
about nothing

except biscuits, maybe,

and whores.

Mm-hmm.

You was over
at their camp, huh?

Yeah, me and Miss Lorena
always take our
morning coffee together.

I hope the weather
didn't treat her
too bad.

She's fine, just fine.

Good. That's good.

Yeah, we visited
the better part of an hour
about various things...

And people.
Yeah?

Though I can't recall

she ever did, uh,

mention you, Dish.

Look at them pigs swim.

Hey, must not be
too bad, huh, Sean?

I'll go first,
all right?

All right.

Come on, Mouse.

That a boy, Mouse.
That a boy.

Hyah!

Come on over, Sean.
Try it. It's even fun.

Come on, boy.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Water moccasins!

Aah!

Aah!

Sean!

Aah!