All language subtitles for The Rape of Red Sky

To Swinton.

Bent nail.

At least you made the tracks all right.

Only two minutes of the bar.

Let's wait until the third man turns up.

We've got to stop later.

This is some sort of a game, Heck.

We don't make a nickel more by taking short odds.

Keep your hands on the bar, boys.

Who are you?

We're the farmers.

We're going to rob banks.

We're not going to rob any bank.

We're going to rob a bank in Red Sky.

We're going to rob a bank in Red Sky.

Mine minister will help us.

Believe in my chest.

I'll see how nervous you get me.

I made a mess of myself.

Foreman, Foreman.

We never meant that, my kid.

Don't, don't be done it.

He didn't mean to.

Third man's name is Dolby.

The whole town's out looking for someone to hang Will.

We'd better get these two back to Red Sky before they find someone.

Well, we'd better stay put in case Dolby turns up.

I'll wait for him.

They never learn, do they?

He's a gentleman.

Oh, I hardly heard it that time.

Seems to me that cop's getting pretty thin already.

By the time we get to Tucson, she'll be all dried up and blowed away.

This takes some driving out.

Who's there?

If you got ass, ain't no good waving that gun.

I can see you playing.

I'm not playing.

I'm not playing.

I'm not playing.

I'm not playing.

I can see you playing.

Well, what do you want?

Don't want no handouts.

I'm willing to trade for some of them beans.

Let's see what you look like.

I gotta get by on luck.

I'm gonna lose out for sure.

Well, at least you ain't no Injun.

Mayor pulled up lame, huh?

Yeah, through a shoe.

Dobrino's the name.

Got a fancy first name, too, out of the Bible.

Folks call me Dolby.

I guess I ain't the biblical type.

I'm Reef Cutter.

This here's my brother, Gabe.

Well, get your tin gear and set yourself down, Dolby.

We got plenty.

Yeah, said I'd trade first.

I got a jug of scamper juice here.

So, you're moving further west.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

Too many fences, too many telegraph poles,

too much wiring railroad tracks.

You heading west, too?

Only far enough to keep away from getting civilized.

Like you boys, got no plan.

Can't settle down and start all over.

Too old to talk, I reckon.

Don't move, none of you.

Grab your hats and ice and move your heads.

There's men all around you.

Now!

What's wrong?

What'd he do?

Ain't it nice, the way they stick together.

Soon as one of them's dead, the other two don't even know him.

What are you saying? We don't know him.

No, you neither. Who are you?

We asked the question. Shut your pop.

What's going on?

What are we being accused of?

Easy, boy. You got a nasty cough there.

Here's the money.

Looks like I'll love it.

Over $700 extra in a jean.

Yeah!

Yeah!

They live pretty well, these two,

for a pair of poor, simple pop boys.

Yeah.

We told you about that.

We saved it to buy us a piece of land when we got where we're going.

But we can't hang him till the sheriff gets here.

Sheriff?

Yeah.

Well, he's out looking for him. We found him.

And we ain't waiting.

Well, we gotta wait.

They got a trial coming.

Why don't you listen?

We were at Chickasha at noon yesterday.

We never had time to get to Red Sky.

Won't somebody go there and ask my wife?

Why?

I don't know, but he cares!

Give the lady room, I said.

Give the lady room.

Yeah.

Here's an eyewitness.

Take a good look, ma'am.

Ain't one of them the man who run your little boy down?

I can't be sure.

Just a minute.

Over here, Mrs. Stark.

Oh!

That's him!

That's the one!

I seen him played!

Murderer!

What about them?

They was with him, wasn't they?

Yes!

Yes, I seen them!

All three of them, they done it!

All right, old man.

They've had their trial.

Why wash my hands?

I don't know what he was saying!

He was crazy!

He was crazy!

Calm down.

Let him go.

Let him go.

Let him go.

No!

No, not him!

Hang me!

But he didn't do it!

Let him go!

It was me!

Hang him!

Hang him!

Now this one, then we can all get the prick.

Hold it!

What have you people done?

Caught the men, Marshal.

All three of them.

Killed one trying to get away.

Just hang the other two.

Cut that man down!

Quick!

There's two of them in the dented job.

One of them lived long enough to say so.

Well, what about the other man?

All we've got is his name.

Dobie.

They call that one Dobie.

He's the one tried to run for.

He's the one had the money.

I swear before God I'll destroy this town.

I'll wipe it off the map.

Snap out of it, Will.

We've done all the law allows.

Those men who led that mob, they've been taken out of Red Sky to stand trial.

They'll be punished.

I beg your pardon, Marshal Cain, but when a bobcat chews a man up, you don't try fixing

the blame on one or two of his teeth.

What more can we do?

Look, Willie, twist a cat's tail, that's about all.

You didn't see the look on that boy's face, Dick.

I can't put you down on my mind.

I'd only got there sooner.

No, I'm not going to let you blame yourself.

And what he said about wiping the town off the map, if I'd have said the same thing at

the time, I wish I hadn't by now.

Me too, only you and me ain't him, Marshal.

Prisoner coming out.

Pass.

It's not going to seem the same without you, Bo, after ten long years.

Thanks, Harrigan.

Nice to know you want it.

And again, it's nice to know you not want it.

Mr. Latimer, I got to talk to you.

Got a bottle on you?

No, sir, but...

Then I can't stop.

First thing first.

Wait.

You listen to me and I'll buy you all the bottles you want.

I don't know who you are or where you came from, but I like your credentials.

Now, you better speak your piece before I get started, otherwise you may lose my attention

very suddenly.

Mr. Latimer, if I can tell you how to steal $100,000 and not get caught, would you be

interested?

No.

Why not?

Why should I be?

Well, because I read how you were getting out and because I don't know who else to go to.

Oh, you give me too much credit.

The real experts will be out in 20 years.

Why don't you wait for them?

This ain't no joke, Mr. Latimer.

I've been planning this for over a month.

I've been planning two things for 10 years.

This and how to steal a great deal of money without being caught.

Conclusion?

The second thing can't be that.

It can!

I got it.

I don't even want to hear it.

Oh, sure, I can open a safe, any safe you may.

That's the easy part.

Getting in and out of a store, a bank, a Wells Fargo office, that's no trick either.

Those are things where you have control.

Once you get outside that door, you have the whole street to fight.

From there to the edge of town, everything goes wrong.

People do ridiculous things.

They shoot at you.

They get in your way.

That's where no amount of planning can help.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some serious business.

No!

If I could tell you how to go from door to door in a town,

not just the bank or the Wells Fargo office, but every shop,

every store, every saloon, every business front on the whole street,

and clean them out one by one,

taking every nickel, dime, and dollar in the town,

with nobody to stop you,

with nobody to get in your way,

with nobody to keep you from leaving town with all the cash you can carry in a wagon,

would you be interested?

I've waited ten years for that drink.

If this is as good as you say, I can wait a little longer.

The mistake I made last time was celebrating before the job.

It'll take six men.

You'll know where to find the others, and you'll be in charge.

What's your cut?

I don't want a cut.

Not a cent.

Oh, no. No, indeed.

You know, you almost had me believing it for a minute.

Nobody does a job for nothing.

It's not for nothing.

There's a condition.

If you do this job, you're gonna do it exactly like I say.

That's what I want.

To see it done and done my way.

Now, you still want to hear about it?

No, but not here.

I have a bad habit of raising your voice.

Well, you like my souvenirs?

For a man who wants to forget the cavalry, you keep an awful lot of reminders.

To remind me how lucky I am to be out of it.

And I'd cut myself luckier still if you'd get out and leave me alone.

You know, Hutch, I don't like you any better now than when I served under you.

But I happen to need a man with your particular talents.

Tell her, then.

According to my court's marshal, my chief talent lies in a certain lack of delicacy in the questioning of prisoners?

Brutality was the word, Hutch.

But that's what I need.

A man who can question a certain prisoner with a certain lack of delicacy.

I don't know, Bo. I just don't know.

I ain't been mixed up in nothing like that since before you went away.

It's her I gotta think about.

Well, I hardly recognize her.

She's all grown up since I saw her last.

That isn't my daughter. That's my wife.

Your wife?

Oh, then you're remarried.

Yeah, and I guess you're wondering what a young thing like Zelda would be doing with an old coot like me.

Oh, I don't know. Some girls prefer the more mature type.

Oh, stop talking foolish, Bo.

It was money. And I had it then. Plenty.

Left over from that Lawton job.

She went through it quick enough.

Now she's got some other buck on the string.

They think they're fooling me, but they ain't.

This other buck, does he have money?

He's got youth. That's worth more.

More than $20,000?

It's your cut, Henny.

A conservative estimate.

Just for pounding a telegraph key?

Mm-hmm.

And driving a wagon full of money?

No, Jack. Not now.

Just tell me one more time, baby.

$20,000. That's what he said.

And he thinks he can buy you back with that?

Ain't so sure he can't, at least for a while.

Jack, don't you understand it means San Francisco?

And fine hotels and satin sheets on the bed.

Sure, sure.

But would you rather have all that with me than with the old man?

But, Jack, honey, you ain't in on it.

Oh, I will be, baby. I will be.

You sure there's no other way in or out of that church?

Well, it's like I told you.

It was built that way to stand off engine attacks.

With stone walls three feet thick.

You can't see the church from the street or vice versa.

That's good.

It's perfect.

It'll work.

Now, you all understand.

The money's yours.

But what I said still goes.

Mr. Flatterer, you don't know me, but I'm your friend.

I've usually chosen my friends.

Like old man Corbett?

What do you know about him?

Oh, mostly what I hear from his wife.

Yeah?

All right, friend, just what have you heard?

Now, wait, Mr. Flatterer.

The law would give a lot to hear what I've got to say, but I came to you.

Don't that prove I'm all right?

That proves you're dishonest, but that's not necessarily enough.

Now, keep talking.

Well, Corbett's wife was planning to leave him.

And the old man told her if she'd stick with him to Tuesday, he'd have $20,000.

He told her that?

Well, why not, if she believed him?

Well, sure, I know he'd say anything to stop her.

Only I've been following him.

When I saw that you were in it, well, that made a difference.

There's four men I know about, Mr. Latimer.

So if Corbett's cut his $20,000, the take must be close to $100,000?

All I know is if any $100,000 job takes place next Tuesday, Election Day,

well, I'd have a lot to talk about.

Unless, of course, I was in on it.

And what's to stop me from keeping you out of it right now and for sure?

You never killed a man.

Everybody knows it.

You just don't want that way?

I've got another solution.

Call the job off.

But if you want in, the others will have to decide.

Even Corbett?

Especially Corbett.

All right, so I done a wrong thing and a stupid one,

but I didn't tell her one word about the job.

Honest.

Only about the money.

We'd have shot a man for less.

This isn't the Army, Hutch.

The damage is done.

But we still have a choice.

Do we go through with it?

If so, we need two more men.

We know who one of them has to be.

The other spot's still open.

The question is, can he fill it?

I can do anything as good as most.

And a few things better than some.

I'm not backing out, Bo.

I'll even work with him.

The count of this being my fault.

But I warn you, you do one thing to clear our chances,

just one thing, boy, and I'll kill you.

Me personal, I'll kill you.

Zella never told me what an old fireball you were.

I'm out.

Nobody's out unless everybody's out.

I'll go along with Gabe.

You want to come in or call it off?

I say we can't do it with him.

No, we can't do it without him.

But we'll do it.

You hear me?

I'm sorry my husband ain't here.

He ain't in any trouble with the law.

Oh, no, ma'am.

We're not here on business.

Just riding by and thought we'd look in on him.

See, ma'am, I was there that day in Red Sky.

You were there?

Then you're the deputy, the one who stopped it.

Too late, I reckon.

But if you hadn't got there at all, I...

Oh, special Mr. Foreman, I...

I just don't know what I would have done.

I mean, with the baby coming.

I... I've been worried some about Gabe.

How's he taking it?

Awful.

So, so bad it scares me.

Well, it'll take time.

You'll need help.

And that's the reason we came.

He's hardly ever here.

And when he is, he just sits and stares

or spends the night scribbling and...

Scribbling?

Oh, none of it makes any sense.

It's just squares and squiggles and...

There.

That's what he does.

Doesn't make no sense at all.

Anyway, ma'am, you tell him what we said.

We'll be proud if he calls on us.

But you'll call again?

Talk to him?

We'll surely try, Miss Catter.

You see that scribbling?

Couldn't make it out, could you?

Map of Red Sky.

The nerd's right out that way.

Soldiers! Soldiers! Hey! The soldiers are coming!

Don't follow him!

Sergeant, dismount the prisoner.

All right, stand back here. Stand back.

Guard the door.

Now, you, the sheriff, listen.

Underhand you, keep these people armed.

Who is the Indian?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

We ran into an ambush, a commanding war party.

They killed seven of our men.

We took one prisoner.

That's all I know.

Wait a minute.

I am Mayor Payne, and I demand to talk to the head of your party.

Well, sorry, the captain says no, Mayor.

Well, the captain has no authority here.

This isn't a military post.

This is a civil building, and I'm going in.

Well, if you put it that way, Mayor, go ahead.

All right, now, that's the plan.

Now, you fruity savage, you talk, or I swear I'll kill you seven times.

Once for every man I lost today.

Who's your chief?

How many braves?

Where are they now?

Speak, you scum.

Kill me.

Kill me now.

I'm not afraid.

No, not to die in the daylight.

But I mean to kill you slow, so slow it'll be dark before you die.

Black night, Comanche.

No, no, kill me now.

You can rise to the sun like a big, brave Indian?

Now, you'll answer me, or I'll send you where the sun never shines, a dog that dies in the night.

Now, speak.

You not kill me when sun is down.

You die before sun is down.

All, all die.

You talk to all, Comanche.

My chief, he come, Manuelito, many braves, two, three hundred, all come here this day.

Kill, verge, when sun is high.

I think he's lying.

That war party that jumped us could have been a pack of renegades.

Our advance party, sir.

If Manuelito has jumped the reservation with two or three hundred braves, there's no defense not here.

Captain, we got to do something.

What the devil, what are you doing in here?

I have a specific order.

I'm mayor Payne.

I got a right to be here.

The mayor, huh?

Well, sir, I hope you're not running for re-election.

Captain, we got to have help.

Is there a telegraph here?

Yes, sir, the Wells Fargo office.

All right.

We'll leave the communications corporal on guard.

Tell him to get on that key.

Tell him to send and keep on sending until he gets through to Fort Polari.

We need a full company of cavalry.

Yes, sir.

Is there any place in town where we can make a stand to reinforce this government?

Oh, yes, sir.

The church is built like a port.

Good.

Now, I'm going to need your cooperation, mayor.

Sergeant, as of now, this town is under martial law.

I want you and the mayor here to get out there and start herding those people into the church.

With all the arms and ammunition they can carry.

No time to evacuate.

Personal effects and property to be left where they are.

I want that street cleared inside of 10 minutes.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

One more thing.

I want the sheriff and his deputies to post themselves one mile out of town on both approaches by the main road.

They're not to report back until they see Comanche's.

Now move.

Right.

I guess you wish it wasn't any lie, eh, Hesene?

But it works out the same.

A lot of people take the town and we do.

You take much pleasure in hitting a man whose hands are tight.

We had to make them believe it, didn't we?

Had to make you believe it?

Just lock yourself in that cell. Turn yourself loose again at 12 o'clock.

That's it. Keep it normal.

Make your answers reassuring.

I know the routine, Ro.

Is that everyone, Mayor?

Seems to be.

You better get inside too. Time to pose as my men.

Nothing more I can do, Captain.

You'll have a lot by staying with the others.

Keep this spirit up. Keep their minds off what's going on out here.

Put them to work.

Have them gather up every piece of furniture they can find. Benches, the altar, anything.

Build a barricade against that door.

Leave the rest to us.

We'll do that, Captain. Good luck.

Oh, and thank you for everything.

We're only doing a job, Mayor.

Five minutes till noon. We're ahead of schedule.

Listen to him. Working like beavers building a dam.

We have work to do too. Let's go.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Hey, now. How'd we miss a thing like this?

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in church.

Please, Captain. I couldn't go.

I couldn't stand to be locked up like that without even a chance to run.

That's enough.

By disobeying a direct order, you might have jeopardized the success of this entire operation.

It depends on the cooperation of all civilians. There are no exceptions.

Take this woman to the church.

Post yourself on guard outside that door.

Yes.

On your feet, miss.

I don't blame you, miss.

You don't want to be stuck away where you can't get out.

You understand that?

Well, ma'am, understanding women's about the best thing I do.

You, uh, work in that saloon?

Well, yes, but I can't...

Don't worry. I'll find you a better place to hide. You'll be safe.

And I'm going to stay with you just to make sure.

What about your orders?

Orders? I'd rather take orders from you, miss.

You're a funny kind of a soldier.

Yeah. Ain't I?

Come on in.

Twelve noon, straight up.

No.

No.

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hold it!

What's wrong, Sheriff? What are you doing out here?

Staying guard.

Holtown's under martial law.

They've got everybody locked up until they get some reinforcements.

Who's got them locked up and for what?

The soldiers.

They're one of the Comanches. They're on the warpath back there.

Hey, how come you got through?

Because there ain't no Comanches back there.

It's me.

Me.

Me!

Sorry, boys. But you see how it was?

I warned them, didn't I? I warned them!

I'm getting out.

No, we're not doing it. We've got to light the fire.

Get out of my way, you little...

The fire!

There's no time for that. They heard the shots at the church.

They expect to hear shots.

When things start to go wrong, that's the time to get out and fast.

All right, you get out.

All of you, I'll stay. I'll start the fires.

Put him in the wagon.

Here's where we separate.

I'll take the wagon and I'll take the kid.

The money, too?

So who's to say you'll ever meet us?

Who's to say I won't?

There's the money.

Hold it right there, Captain.

Stop!

Four dead and one got away with the money.

But his description doesn't fit Gabe Cutter.

What makes you think he was in on it?

I don't know, but he wasn't.

No one he had to be.

Look here, sir. They cleaned out that town lock, stock and barrel.

Nothing to stop them.

So why take the time to ruin what they didn't want?

Revenge.

It doesn't make sense any other way.

Anyway, we got one man to find for sure.

But where?

Gamekeeper!

Bottle of Irish whiskey and one of your very best scotch.

Quick, it's an emergency!

My friend is sinking fast.

Two bottles a ride.

After three days like that, you'll never know the difference.

I can't seem to make out the labels.

I can't tell which is which.

Scotch.

Irish.

Oh, you know.

That was my mother.

You know something else?

You remind me of...

My mother's name was Mary.

She was named after her mother.

See, her mother's name was Mother, and that's why Mary's name was Mother.

Sheriff!

Look what Mother's brought you.

Smoky fogs of old Ireland.

Hits of the Scottish Moors.

Drink and compare.

The world awaits your sound and sober judgment.

No?

Allow me.

Thank you.

Now, the scotch...

Is rye.

Now, the Irish whiskey...

Rye!

Rye!

What's going on around here?

What kind of skullducker and kind of treacherous skullducker is going on around here?

Man orders a couple of bottles, and what does he get?

Treachery!

Get him!

Too bad.

Best customer I ever had.

He can sober up in jail.

Might take a couple days, though.

No sense of him paying rent on a room he won't use.

Shadow, suppose you shag over at the hotel and pick up his stuff.

Get off a telegram to the federal marshal's office.

Guthrie.

Well, at least I didn't make the same mistake twice.

Last time I was celebrating before the job, this time I was after.

That's progress.

Yeah, for us too, Bo.

We can close the case now you're the last of the six men.

Six?

You got the kid, huh?

When I say six, I meant five.

Oh, that wasn't nice, Will.

Relax.

I've known about Gabe Cutter from the start.

So what happened to his share?

You wouldn't cut him out of it, would you, Bo?

What kind of a crook do you take me for?

He wouldn't accept a share and not a cent.

That was the deal.

Come to think of it, what'd he do?

He didn't steal a dime, he didn't even impersonate a soldier.

What's he guilty of?

Planting it.

Telling him what to do and how to do it.

And if you give a man a knife, does he have to stab somebody?

Did he force me to do it?

Any of us?

You better hope your lawyer can talk as good as you can.

Will.

Forget about the kid, huh?

Wish I could, Bo.

I wish I could.

Gabe.

Here.

Try to get some of this down.

You take it, Amy.

You gotta keep up your strength.

And what about you?

You ain't hardly slept.

You just keep trying to make a few miles every night.

You keep watch all day.

I'll be all right, honey.

As soon as we get to Tucson.

Gabe.

Why don't you go on, love?

I just can't keep up.

Not with the baby coming.

And you can't make it, not with me and him to think about.

Ain't it time I thought about you?

Nothing else matters now.

When you talk like that, you're like you used to be.

Well, I reckon I got all the hate out of me.

It's awful, the hate so bad, Amy.

It eats a man up like being sick.

And when it's over, you're just kind of tired and empty.

I gotta fill that empty spot.

I gotta live long and good.

I gotta make up for what I done.

Gabe.

Darling.

Maybe we could go someplace safe.

Just to stay just till the baby comes.

Gabe.

Maybe we could.

Of course.

Oh, I must have been a little foolish, of course, honey.

You gotta see a doctor.

You're the one that's gotta see a doctor.

No, no, no, not me.

I'm gonna be all right.

If only they'd let you get to Tucson the first time.

Yeah.

If only.

Tell me, Doc, this cough medicine she asked for, it's kind of special?

Yeah, for a special kind of cough.

She says her mother's sick, but she won't let me come out to the house.

But you came back here for a refill?

Yeah, twice.

I told her I'd have to pay a house call pretty soon.

The baby's due in a week or so.

That sounds about right for Mrs. Cutter.

No, no.

Gabe.

Gabe.

Gabe!

Oh, please.

Gabe, please.

Gabe, please.

You.

You here.

I've come for Gabe.

No.

He's dead.

Oh, please.

Please don't take him away.

Please.

Please.

I was just holding him.

And then he died.

He just died.

No.

No.

No, leave him be.

Please.

Please leave him be.

Can't you just leave him be?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No.

No.

I won't let you take him.

I won't let you.

He's dead.

Ain't that enough?

No, ma'am, it ain't.

Oh, Gabe.

Gabe, darling.

Darling.

Mrs. Cutter, please.

Mrs. Cutter, listen.

You got a baby coming.

What happened to you and him?

I don't care.

I don't care.

Gabe would.

But he can't help you.

Except like this.

You see, he's still worth $10,000.

You understand?

The good people of Red Sky put that price on him.

I mean to say that money goes to you and the baby.

Why?

Why would you do a thing like that?

Think about it, ma'am.

Just think about it.

Oh, you may be fast on the trigger.

Oh, you may be lightning on the draw.

Come sooner or later, you figure to tango with the law.

You're playing in a losing game.

In the end, it'll always be the same.

You'll be outlaws running from the hang rope.

Outlaws running from the gun.

Outlaws paying to the black bill hiding from the sun.

But there's no use hiding when the law starts writing.

And there's no use running when the law starts running for the outlaw.