All language subtitles for Cheyenne 1996

(waves crashing)

(gun firing)

(Cheyenne screams)

(horse whinnying)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful music)

- I'm gonna see if I
can rustle up some grub.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, got something for ya!

- What?

- Trouble's over here, Axel!

(suspenseful music)

He's the one I want.

The rest of you stand clear.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

Jesus!

(guns firing)
(suspenseful music)

Won't do you any good, Axel!

I'll give you my
standard speech.

I'm a bounty hunter, I gotcha.

Now, the fact that my job

requires I take the
occasional human life

makes me cry like a baby.

I do not like bringing
a man in dead,

but I'll take it over
nothing every time.

(suspenseful music)

(Axel grunting)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(Axel laughs)

(fists thudding)
(suspenseful music)

You son of a bitch.

(fists thudding)
(suspenseful music)

(Jeremiah gasping)

(suspenseful music)

No!

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

Damn it!

(mellow music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(body thuds)

There you go.

- Looks like your a
little late if you ask me.

- He's alive.

(Axel groaning)

Look, still breathing, see that?

- He ain't breathing.

Dead as a doornail (chuckles).

Axel Maxwell, huh?

- [Jeremiah] Mm hmm.

- Well, bring him in
dead, he's worth $75.00.

- He was alive when I
handed him over to ya.

- Ah, you take it or
leave it, you know.

- I'm disappointed, Marshall.

- (chuckles) Well,
that's understandable.

Why don't you file a complaint?

Thing is, that complaint
comes right to me,

and I've already
made my decision.

I'll tell you what though.

I will give you
15 for that horse.

- 20, that's a good saddle.

- Done.

Now, I'll give
you an extra five,

you put him under the ground.

- (chuckles) 10 if I put him
under, five if you help me.

(Marshall chuckles)

And you can buy me a drink.

(Marshall laughs)

- Yes, indeed.

Now, I'm gonna run down there.

I'm gonna water your horse.

You go down the street.

I'll meet you in the
boneyard, all right?

- All right.

(whimsical guitar music)

Who are those boys?

I saw the at your office.

- They're just a couple
of Captain Starrett's men

biding their time,
waiting for some tracker.

(shovel thuds)

Where the hell you going?

We ain't got all day.

- You work for Starrett?

- Your name Haddox?

- Hell no.

- Didn't think so.

- Garrison Haddox, the tracker?

Looks like Starrett sent
for Garrison Haddox.

- Yeah, probably something
to do with his wife.

It's a young woman, quite
a looker, if you ask me.

Starrett claims that she killed

a young cowboy
over at the house,

and then she killed
the foreman, Sanchez,

and she run off (chuckles).

- Yeah, but there's gotta
be a handsome fee involved,

if a tracker the caliber of
Haddox has been sent for.

- You know him?

- Heard the name.

- Who the hell are
you burying now?

- Axel Maxwell.

- Old Axel, what
happened to him?

I just sent him off on a job.

- This fella shot him.

- Shouldn't he be
swinging on a rope?

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, well, that's up to you.

He ain't nothing to me.

- And a complete stranger
to me, so hang him.

- Now, hold on a second.

There was a bounty
on old Axel's head.

Tell him, Marshall.

- [Starrett] I didn't offer it.

- Yeah well, the Marshall
here sure did pay it.

Speak up, Marshall.

- Just ease on out, son.

- You'd be Starrett?

- You'd be a murdering
sack of shit, horse thief?

So, what happened, Frank?

He killed old Axel over a horse?

- Well, the Marshall
here owns that horse.

- The way I see it,

old Axel knew you'd
stolen one of my horses.

- You're (whistles)?

(horse whinnies)

Now you tell me
that's not my horse?

- Now, you tell me
that's not my brand.

(whimsical music)

- That's a delicate animal.

- How are you fixed
for rope, Frank?

- I got a fair supply.

- Even if they holler, shoot,

or slap you on the ass,

you stay right here.

- Don't think of it as
the end of your life,

think of it as the
beginning of your death.

Let's get on with it.

- [Jeremiah] You don't wanna
hang me, Captain Starrett.

- I don't (chuckles)?

Why don't you tell
me why I shouldn't?

I've had a pretty shitty week,

and I could use a good laugh.

- Because I'm a good tracker,

and I hear you're
looking for one.

Something to do with your wife?

- That's the very job
the Captain sent Axel on.

- Now, you didn't become
one of the biggest ranchers

in these parts by being stupid.

Now, you knew Axel, you know
he wasn't easy to track.

I brought him in.

- Well, I want my
wife brought in alive.

- I can bring him back alive.

- You can't prove that by me.

- What's the pay?

- The pay is you don't get hung.

- (chuckles) Well,
no offense Captain,

but I'd be a damn fool to
agree to a thing like that.

In fact, you're a damn
fool for offering it.

You see, if I was to agree
to a thing like that,

you'd cut me down, I'd ride off,

and you'd never see me again.

- You want me to hang ya?

- Might as well.

Save us both a lot
of aggravation.

See, I take a lot
of pride in my work.

I demand a certain recompense.

- All right, you bring
my wife back here alive,

I'll pay you a thousand dollars.

- A thousand, a thousand.

Well, that would uh, give
me a reason to come back,

but then again, you know,

this doesn't sound like
my kinda job after all.

- What the hell do
you mean by that?

- Well, you know, bringing
back a woman and all,

I don't usually--

- Hang him.

- All right, all right.

I guess for now
I'll just to assume

that uh, any man who
can get a U.S. Marshall

to do his lynching for him,

can come up with a
thousand dollars.

(Foley scoffs)

- Go ahead, cut him down.

Are you familiar
with this territory,

so I don't have to
school you on it?

- Yes, sir.

- In three days, I
want you to meet me

at the abandoned Vendabull Mine.

Now, when you talk to my wife,

don't believe a thing she says.

She's a born liar, but I have
got to get that woman back.

Do you understand what
I mean when I say that?

I have got to get
that woman back.

- Yeah.

- Good luck, stranger.

(whimsical music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Cheyenne grunts)

(Cheyenne breathing heavily)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun thudding)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- (clears throat)
Well, well, well.

(can thuds)

(chuckles) You ain't got no
bullets in that gun, darling.

- Sure as hell
one in the breech.

- I doubt it.

- Find out for sure.

- Well hell, you can
only get one of us,

and you probably gonna miss.

- Not at this range.

(fist thuds)
(Cheyenne grunts)

- Well, looky
here, still cocked.

Why don't we see if it's loaded.

(gun clicks)

Ah, your lucky day.

Let's take a look
at them titties.

(foot thuds)
(man grunts)

Get her, get her!

Put her on the table, God!

- Hey, you boys
better let her up.

Right now, nice and easy.

Let's go!

(guns firing)

(Jeremiah whistles)

(horse whinnies)

(gun firing)

(hooves thudding)

(gun firing)

- Ya!

(whimsical harmonica music)

- [Starrett] Is that one yours?

- That's the Razor.

He's the reason why I'm so good.

- Why you calling him Razor?

(Haddox chuckles)

- Foley, give the man his money.

(whimsical harmonica music)

- 250, the wire said 500.

- Double your pay
when you're done.

There's a man ahead of
you, a bounty hunter.

- Want a drink?

- I always bring 'em in dead.

- I want her brought in alive.

- Cost you 250 extra.

- That'll be fine.

- Get up, you're
not particularly

the grateful type, are you?

- Yeah, well, get used to it.

- You rather
socialize with them?

(gun firing)

- Twins on a horse,
they'll catch us.

- You think I don't know that?

- Well, just let me go.

I'll take my chances.

- Hey ya!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(guns firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Tuck in behind that rock
and don't you go anywhere.

(guns firing)

You behind the rock, run or die.

Most wouldn't give you a choice.

(guns firing)

- Get over there.

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(Cheyenne grunts)

- You took my knife.

- You're not particularly
the grateful type, are ya?

- You keep your
hands off my weapons.

I'll give you my
standard speech.

- Must you?

- I'm a bounty hunter, I gotcha,

and the fact that my job

requires I take the
occasional human life,

makes me cry like a baby.

I do not like bringing a
man or a woman in dead.

- You won't get your
money if you do.

- I gotta do something
about that standard speech.

It's not going
over at all lately.

- I already know my
husband ordered you

to bring me back alive.

- No, you don't.

- Oh, yes, I do.

- You did shoot the man.

How do you know he
doesn't want you--

- Because I know more than
you do, Mr. Bounty Hunter.

- Yeah, well, I'm
taking you back.

They'll probably
hang you for murder.

- It was all self-defense.

- Oh, well, what about that kid?

They say he didn't
even have his boots on.

- So, I wouldn't be very likely
to shoot him now, would I?

What're you doing?

- I'm gonna bury them.

- What for?

- They're dead.

- Well, they weren't
exactly preachers.

(whimsical orchestral music)

Wow, two scraps.

(birds chirping)

How much is he paying you?

- I'm eating.

- I wanna wash up.

- [Jeremiah] No time.

- You got time to sit
there scratching your ass,

I'd like to clean
myself right now.

- [Jeremiah] Stay
where I can see you.

Toss those boots over here.

- What for?

- No boots, no bath.

- This ain't a peep show.

(mellow music)

The woods have eyes around here.

(rock thuds)
(Jeremiah grunts)

(dramatic music)

(Jeremiah whistles)

(horse whinnies)

- He'll just ride
off with anybody.

Stay here.

Did you learn the way it is?

You are not going anywhere, not
without me taking you there.

- I twisted my ankle.

- Yeah, well, I'll
untwist it later.

- Do I look like a sack
of potatoes to you?

- Sometimes.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Whoa, bounty hunter's got her.

- Whoa, whoa, let
me have some water.

I know you've been waiting.

- I already had it.

You know, you oughta
let somebody clean that.

- Yeah, somebody without claws.

Come on, boy.

- How much is he paying you?

- You asked me that already.

- How much?

- Plenty.

- He hasn't given you
the first dollar, has he?

You're doing this
purely on trust.

- Not trust, hunger.

- Listen, cowboy, what's
he promised you, 2,000?

I've got 20, $20,000.00,
21,563 to be exact.

(dramatic music)

- Starrett told me
you're full of lies.

- It's Starrett's money,

which he got by
peddling stolen guns,

so it's dirty money.

Anybody's for the taking.

He told you he wanted me
brought back alive, didn't he?

- Yeah, now why is that?

- Well, why else would he do it,

except he wants his money back?

- Oh uh, he's gonna
send me after you

when you got all his money?

- He knew I'd hide it,
because that's what he'd do.

- When he's not
busy running guns.

- Steals them from the Army,

and sells them to
anybody with cash.

- Nah, I heard he used
to be an army man.

He had a good name at one time.

- Yeah, he's got
this officer friend,

and they skim from shipments,

and they make one
hell of a tidy profit.

- (chuckles) Yeah well,
20,000 is right tidy.

- Yes, it is.

- Where'd you put it?

- Buried it.

- Where?

- Nobody knows, but me.

- When I was tracking
you all that way,

I didn't see any
signs of any digging.

- Then you're not much
of a tracker, are ya?

- Oh, I see, I'm
supposed to just ah,

doubt the very instincts
that got me this far,

and take your word for it?

Give up Starrett's hard
earned coin in favor of you.

- How's he gonna pay ya?

He's got nothing to pay ya with.

You know what he's gonna do
when you turn me over to him.

He's gonna call
you a horse thief,

or some kind of crazy killer.

- [Jeremiah] And hang me.

- Think he won't?

- That's not what
I was thinking, no.

- I don't see a thing.

- Well, I guess that
doesn't make you

much of a tracker now, does it?

I'll tell you one thing,
you're one hell of a yacker.

- [Cheyenne] What did you see?

- There's two of them.

- Got any idea who they are?

- I got my suspicions.

You got a price on your
head, Mrs. Starrett.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Whatcha see?

Yeah, I saw it that time too.

He's trying to pick us off.

It's about a thousand yards.

You think he's got the talent?

(gun firing)

He can't hit a target that
moves once he's fired.

(gun firing)

(horse whinnying)

(whimsical harmonica music)

(Haddox scoffs)

(whimsical harmonica music)

Razor!

Razor!

- So, you took all his money?

- Sure did.

- So why didn't he
send his men after you?

- Needs them, he's got
a delivery to make,

a shipment of arms for a
desperado in Chihuahua.

- So you picked a good time.

You'll be looking for a
good time to shoot me.

- I'll be finding it.

(crickets chirping)

Suppose I gotta sleep like this?

- I'm the one
that's gotta sleep.

- Lay one paw on me, I'll knock
the living shit outta you.

- You just rate yourself
irresistible now, do ya?

- Listen, cowboy,
what's your name?

- That's the name, A cowboy.

- Let me tell you something.

You don't trust a man
like Felton Starrett.

The man's ruthless.

He killed that boy without
even batting an eye.

He stood there and
he shot him dead.

The sweetest kid.

You're working for a gunrunner.

You're working for a killer.

- You're the one married him.

- [Cheyenne] Yes, I
should know, shouldn't I?

- Was it for the money?

- What?

- [Jeremiah] That
you married him.

- He had a lot of charm once.

- Oh, then it was for the charm.

- It wasn't for the smell
of a drunk man's breath,

or the Tuesday and
Thursday beatings.

- He did that?

He roughed you up?

- [Cheyenne] What's it to you?

- I'm sorry, is all.

- Is that supposed
to make it better?

- Till you hooked
up with the kid.

- Lanny wanted me to
run away with him.

(mellow music)

Can't you see you got a crying,
shivering woman over here?

As long as we gotta be twins,

the least you could do is
provide a little more heat.

(mellow music)

Don't you ever wanna
be close to somebody?

- It comes and goes.

(mellow music)

(crickets chirping)

- I thought you'd run away.

- What's your name, cowboy?

- Jeremiah.

- Call me Cheyenne.

(dramatic music)

Jeremiah.

- You lost me my best animal.

Empty it, you, the
wife, get over here.

- We can work this out, Haddox.

- [Haddox] Nothing
to work out, toss it.

(dramatic music)

- You trying to take me
back to my husband too?

- Woman, I'm doing it.

Get over here now!

Get over here!

- You know, I can pay
you more than he can.

I took all his money.

I'll split it with
you if you let me go,

but you'll have
to kill him first.

He knows about it.

- I should kill him anyway.

- She's a born liar.

She was telling
me the same thing.

(Cheyenne crying)

(fist thuds)

- Woman!

(gun firing)

(fists thudding)

(Jeremiah grunting)

(dramatic music)

(pan thuds)

(dramatic music)

- [Jeremiah] Let's
get outta here.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- Whoa, little friend.

Have a drink of this.

(whimsical harmonica music)

Nah, don't worry about them.

They won't get far.

They're on foot.

We'll run them down.

Look, I'm staying
with you, all right.

All right, buddy,
just hang in there.

I'm gonna get
started on poultice.

Be right back.

- (gasping) God.

Son of a bitch.

- Here.

- [Jeremiah] They
must've walked all night.

- Let me take a look.

- No, no, we gotta go, come on.

(dramatic music)

- Capitan!

- [Starrett] You're
late, Vargas.

- It's a long way
from Chihuahua, senor.

(speaking in foreign language)

It looks like a bad one, senor.

Who did it?

- That's none of your business.

Throw him a rifle, Foley.

- I heard you had a
run in with the wife.

Pretty smooth.

(speaking in foreign language)

Why did she shoot you?

Perhaps she's not
getting enough at home.

- Do you like the rifle?

- Uh huh, si.

- Then pay me.

(speaking in foreign language)

What's this?

- That's all I brought.

- God damn it.

(speaking in foreign language)

I was expecting $12,000.00.

- You're gonna get
it, but not today.

What's your hurry?

I've always paid you.

- This will buy you five
rifles, and that's it.

Count out five rifles.

- No, no, no, no, amigo, no.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

I'll take the rifles,
all of the rifles.

I'll bring you the money
at the end of the month.

- That isn't gonna work, amigo.

- I'm afraid that I must insist.

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(wind whooshing)

(whimsical orchestral music)

- All right, we'll stay in
here for awhile, get some rest.

We'll start off
again at sundown.

- [Cheyenne] Ow.

- No, don't touch it.

- It's gotta be cleaned.

- My mouth feels like
I'm growing cotton.

- [Cheyenne] Hold still.

- You might be a little easier.

You better kill him first?

He knows about it?

- Hell, it worked.

- Yeah, well, it could've
gone the other way.

- Yeah, I was willing
to take that chance.

- You sure were.

- Went clean through.

Might've nicked the
bone a little bit.

(McGovern moaning)

- Who's that moaning?

(McGovern moaning)

- That's McGovern,
he won't last long.

- And Ramirez?

- He's dead, hanged
him two vaqueros.

- How're you doing?

- We came out pretty
good, Captain.

I always make it.

I ain't so big a target.

Maybe you oughta hire
a bunch of short guys.

- (chuckles) Could
be, they eat less too.

- Capitan, you put a hole in me.

What're you gonna do now, huh?

Capitan, pretty sky, huh?

Maybe it'll be the last
sundown for some of us.

(light piano music)

- What do ya got billy
goat in your blood?

What're you doing over here?

- You gonna go ahead
and agree to help me,

or do I still have to kill ya?

- We better get moving, come on.

(light piano music)

- If I give you half the
money, will you let me go?

- Why don't we speak
on that subject

while I'm looking at the money?

- Then when you're looking at
the money, we'll have a deal?

- No deal.

- Why not?

- Because even if I'm
looking at the money,

I'm not letting you go.

- You're taking me
back to Starrett?

- No.

I mean I'm never letting you go.

(mellow music)

- I'm gonna die
soon enough, amigo.

I'll be waiting for you.

(gun firing)

- [Cheyenne] What
if it's Haddox?

- No, it couldn't be.

They're behind us.

Let me have the canteen.

Here.

Here.

- [Haddox] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Foley, come on.

Come on, give me a hand.

- What're you doing?

(dramatic music)

- Let's get the others.

- You gonna throw
them all down there,

McGovern and Ramirez too?

Captain, these are our men.

Why are we doing this?

- Because I need to
clear out this area.

- He's alive, Captain.

(dramatic music)

Listen, Captain,
I'm finished here.

How about you give
me my pay now?

- I haven't got it to give.

- I don't want it all.

I just want what's mine.

Now, lay it out there
for me nice and easy.

- Foley, I'm gonna have
to kick your ass for this.

- How, you're practically
down to one leg.

- All right, you're right.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

Whatcha do that for, Foley?

I really liked you.

(dramatic music)

- The woman's been
conjugating with him,

but not more than
a few hours ago.

I don't like it.

I don't like it.

Let's go, come here.

- Coming into camp, mister.

- You got any water?

- Yeah.

- Hand it over then
before I shoot you dead.

- Glad to, I'm gonna
have to be asking you.

- Ah, hell, not you.

- You were with Axel.

- You uh, you gonna give
me water or kill me,

or give me water
and then kill me?

- I'm not gonna shoot ya.

I'm tired of killing people.

- How about you just
give me some water then?

Ah, don't, don't, don't, don't
be spilling any of it now.

- I'm gonna have to be
asking you for your horse.

- My horse, ha, ha!

You and that horse
both tried to kill me.

You belong together.

- [Jeremiah] Valdosa is
about 10 miles south of here.

Whoa, you have a good life.

- Too late.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Cheyenne] It's not far.

- [Jeremiah] You sure?

- [Cheyenne] Yep.

- Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Whoa.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I'll take care of that.

(Jeremiah chuckling)

- You believe me now?

Let's head to New Orleans.

- No, not with tainted money.

- Oh, please, I know how
particular a bounty hunter can get

about where he gets
his money (chuckles).

(whimsical orchestral music)

Whoa (laughing)!

- I'd never do that to a horse.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Jesus, hang on!

Ya ya, come on, come
on, boy, hey ya!

Hey ya, come on, come on!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Hey ya, come on,
come on, come on!

- [Haddox] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(Jeremiah grunts)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun firing)

- Jeremiah!

Jeremiah!

- So long, bounty man.

- Throw me the rope, Haddox.

- Well, help him up.

- Can't do it.

We got a collection
to make, come on.

- Throw me a rope, Haddox!

- You find his horse?

- You can't leave him like that.

- Would you rather I kill him?

- No.

- Why, Mrs. Starrett,
shame, shame, shame.

Let's go, boy.

(Jeremiah grunts)

(Jeremiah screaming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Jeremiah whistles)

(horse whinnies)

- If I had a single brain
in my whole God damn head,

I'd forget this whole damn mess.

I know what you're thinking.

- [Cheyenne] Mr. Haddox.

- This is time I set aside
for the blessed scriptures.

- [Cheyenne] May I
ask you a question?

- I do not answer
questions now, I study.

- I just wondered how
you this here Mr. Razor

ever got together
in the first place.

- (laughing) We
met at a funeral.

(Razor chuckling)

(Haddox laughing)

- Nevermind, I just want you
to know the offer's still good.

I've got the money.

- [Haddox] Ha,
she's got the money.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Whoa.

- Haddox.

- You come alone?

You got a hole in your hat.

- Yes, I do.

Cheyenne, it's good
to see you again.

- I brought your
wife back alive.

- [Starrett] Yes, you did.

- Well, I recall there was
a pledge to double my pay.

- Was.

- That's $1,000.00 on delivery.

- Reverend, I haven't got a
thousand dollars to give you.

I'm sorry.

You tell that Indian to bring
my wife over here right now.

- It would be so much easier
on you just to pay me,

and cheaper too.

I told him to kill her
if I had any trouble,

and I call this trouble.

- Hey you, put that gun down.

Put that gun down!

Haddox, tell your man
to put the gun down.

Does he speak English?

- Depends on who's talking.

- Well, talk to
him, God damn it!

(gun firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(guns firing)

- I'll give you my
standard speech!

(guns firing)

Maybe not.

(guns firing)

- Ho, ho.

(guns firing)

(Jeremiah whistles)

(horse whinnies)

You thought I was
dead, didn't ya?

(guns firing)

You okay?

- No, grab the horse, come on.

- Good idea.

(guns firing)

Starrett!

Not that you'd give me one!

I'm gonna give you a chance!

Now, come out and face me!

Stand down, Haddox, I got
my own business to settle.

- Hold it, Razor, Razor.

Let them shoot it out.

- You didn't plan on
paying me, did ya?

- I did.

- Uh huh.

I don't like the way
you treat Cheyenne.

- Oh, and since when did
that become your business?

- You know, my reasons
for killing you

and stealing your wife
are piling up pretty tall.

- I think I'll pay ya right now.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(guns firing)

And here's payment in full.

- [Cheyenne] Felton.

- [Starrett] What?

- [Cheyenne] Honey.

- What?

- I know I did things to you.

- And now you think I might be
roped off about that, do ya?

- I just don't think you're
gonna wanna kill him just yet.

- Kill him, you're afraid
I'm gonna kill him?

After what you did in my bed
with my God damn ranch hand?

- I didn't think you'd care.

- What, what's wrong
with you, woman?

- You never had time for me.

You're always running
off with whores.

How is that different
from what I did?

- Wasn't I good to you?

Didn't I always give
you whatever you wanted?

- Everything except a life.

- Damn you, woman.

You put a hole in my leg,

you steal everything I own,

and then when I get
you dragged back here,

you make it seem like
I had wronged you.

Isn't there a limit
to your mendacity?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry I
caused you so much trouble.

Maybe I should just
go off somewhere.

- Now, don't do that.

May God help me,

but I don't care that
you shot me in the leg,

because my leg is gonna heal,

but making me spend all those
lonely nights without you.

I couldn't stand that,

and what did I do to
deserve it, tell me.

- I guess I'm just
still a little wild.

I can do better.

- You mean you wanna
come back to me?

- If you'll have me.

- I tell you what,

you tell me where my money is,

and I'll forget
this ever happened.

- He stole it off me.

- He did?

- [Cheyenne] Yeah.

- He stole it off of you?

- Uh huh, he took it
and he hid it somewhere.

I don't know where,
but he sure does.

- Mister, I'm gonna start
shooting up your feet,

and then I'm gonna work
my way up from there,

and some point, I guarantee you,

you're gonna wanna tell
me where my money is.

- Okay, okay, I believe ya.

You ride out about a day's
ride here to Valdosa.

- [Starrett] What?

- I, I, I mean, we ride out.

We'll come to this
big cottonwood tree.

It stands about head
taller than all the rest.

- [Cheyenne] No!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun firing)

(Starrett grunts)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Haddox] Nice
work, bounty man.

- It's over, Haddox.

- Yeah, I know,
but I'd feel better

if you just put that away.

I didn't like you
running off my animal.

- Yeah, well.

- I expect this will just about
cover my time and trouble.

How much went down that hole?

- [Jeremiah] Oh, about
as much as you got.

- You gonna try
and fetch it out?

- Woman, you got to be crazier

than a dog humping
on a rattlesnake.

You'll get yourself
crushed, maybe even drowned.

Razor, you come
up with anything?

- Don't even think
about taking my horse.

- Well, the good Lord
giveth, and he taketh away.

I'll let it go this time.

I expect we'll be
leaving, Razor, Jeremiah.

- Haddox.

(dramatic music)

(Jeremiah groaning)

- It's not so big.

- I hate the part where you
look at me and say he did it

when everybody's
got their guns out.

- Well, it worked both times.

- Well, the second
time almost didn't.

- I knew I could count on you.

- What're you doing?

- Well, here's the shipment.

Money's gotta be
around here somewhere.

Well, the rifles oughta
be worth something, huh?

- We are taking these
back to the U.S. Army.

- Ha, look, we don't have to
take this back now, do we?

- I suppose not.

- Good.

Hey, one more thing.

- You are out of your wits

if you think I am
going down that hole.

- Jeremiah.

- Is money all you care about?

Excuse me.

(Jeremiah grunting)

God, I hate snakes.

(gun clicking)

(dramatic music)

- Put the money on the ground.

- I always did wanna die stupid.

- Put your hands up!

Now, kick the money
back down the shaft.

- What?

- You're wrong, money
is not all I care about,

and I'm gonna prove it to you.

Now, kick it back down there!

- Now, just hold on a minute.

You made me crawl
down that shaft

with my shoulder burning
like a thousand bastards,

so I can come back up here,

and kick that money
back down in that shaft?

You wanna prove something?

Prove you can make this last
more than a couple of days.

- What, us or the money?

(mellow music)

Well?

- I'm thinking.

- You better say something soon.

(mellow music)

- I'll give you my
standard speech.

(dramatic orchestral music)

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ They say that she
is so much woman ♪

♪ That she's too
much for any man ♪

♪ No one can hold her ♪

♪ She'll fight to be free ♪

♪ No one can ever
tame Cheyenne ♪

♪ She's got a soul
of wind and fire ♪

♪ Too hard to ever understand ♪

♪ Some call her thief ♪

♪ Some call her liar ♪

♪ But I can't live
without Cheyenne ♪

♪ Cheyenne is a river
that flows in the sun ♪

♪ Cheyenne is a
red leather sky ♪

♪ Cheyenne may be heartache
and pain for anyone ♪

♪ But I'm gonna love
her till I die ♪

♪ They say behind her
smiling sweetness ♪

♪ She always has a secret plan ♪

♪ She takes no lovers ♪

♪ She takes only prisoners ♪

♪ No one can ever
tame Cheyenne ♪

♪ I trust her warm
and hungry kisses ♪

♪ Her body is a burning brand ♪

♪ They say her love can
kill and maybe it will ♪

♪ But I can't live
without Cheyenne ♪

♪ Cheyenne is a river
that flows in the sun ♪

♪ Cheyenne is a
red leather sky ♪

♪ Cheyenne may be heartache
and pain for anyone ♪

♪ But I'm gonna love
her till I die ♪

(dramatic orchestral music)

♪ Cheyenne is a river
that flows in the sun ♪