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# I dream of not a ray of sun | 0:00:17 | 0:00:23 | |
# A moment | 0:00:23 | 0:00:25 | |
# And then the empty dawn | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
# Awakens the lonely heart broken | 0:00:27 | 0:00:35 | |
# A warm embrace | 0:00:37 | 0:00:40 | |
# A fleeting smile | 0:00:40 | 0:00:42 | |
# A whisper | 0:00:42 | 0:00:44 | |
# And then the dream has gone | 0:00:44 | 0:00:48 | |
# With most of the words left unspoken | 0:00:48 | 0:00:55 | |
# Each lonely day when I awaken | 0:00:57 | 0:01:04 | |
# I could not face the empty dawn | 0:01:04 | 0:01:10 | |
# For I know | 0:01:10 | 0:01:12 | |
# That my heart has been forsaken | 0:01:12 | 0:01:18 | |
# A dream of love was all I knew | 0:01:19 | 0:01:24 | |
# That moment before the empty dawn | 0:01:24 | 0:01:30 | |
# Awakened my lonely heart broken... # | 0:01:30 | 0:01:39 | |
DOOR CREAKS | 0:01:45 | 0:01:47 | |
Tequila. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
-Is he having a dance? -Five-ace card player. | 0:02:00 | 0:02:03 | |
STRUGGLES FOR BREATH | 0:02:08 | 0:02:11 | |
Five dollars he doesn't last another minute. | 0:02:21 | 0:02:25 | |
-Cut him down. -You stay out of this, Yank. We'll cut him down when he quits kicking. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:33 | |
Ugh! | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
Billy... Get in, boy! | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:02:56 | 0:02:58 | |
LAUGHTER CONTINUES | 0:03:02 | 0:03:04 | |
Where have you been, Billy? | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
-You'd better ride with us. -There ain't no Yellowleg Yankee boy goin' with us! | 0:03:20 | 0:03:25 | |
I hear they got a new bank and an old marshal over at Gila City. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
-That beats cheatin' at cards, don't it? -Let's go. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:35 | |
The town looks quiet. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
Yeah, I bet the marshal's asleep. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
Ever shoot a man in his sleep, Yellowlegs? You bein' a Yankee? | 0:04:02 | 0:04:06 | |
He ain't very sociable, is he? Been with us a week and ain't lost his temper once. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:11 | |
-I never did trust a man who didn't lose his temper. Let's go. -We ain't takin' the bank today. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:17 | |
-Are you givin' the orders now? -Looks that way, don't it? | 0:04:17 | 0:04:21 | |
-Billy, get him in the back. -No, Turkey, that ain't my style. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
Come on, he's askin' for it, boy. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Any man that'd turn his back on you is just a dag blam fool. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:33 | |
I kinda like him. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
I never knowed a Yankee before. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
PLAYS MOURNFUL TUNE | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
Hey, Mead! THEY CHANT TAUNTINGLY | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
CONTINUES PLAYING TUNE | 0:04:58 | 0:05:00 | |
CHILDREN LAUGHING | 0:05:01 | 0:05:04 | |
Your horse needs a shoe. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:08 | |
There's a blacksmith's shop. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:11 | |
-How long do you figure that money's gonna keep? -Till I tell you when. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:15 | |
-I'm kinda anxious to get my hands on it. -Take care of your horse first. | 0:05:15 | 0:05:19 | |
I was figurin' on havin' a couple of drinks with you fellas. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:23 | |
I sure hope this town has some pretty girls in it. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
When you get this far out in the brush, they're all pretty. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:54 | |
Billy, take the horses round to the livery stables. | 0:05:55 | 0:05:58 | |
Uh... | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
Are you talkin' to me? | 0:06:03 | 0:06:05 | |
Your name's Billy, ain't it? | 0:06:06 | 0:06:08 | |
I'll take the horses for you, mister. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:12 | |
Well, you look like an honest man. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
You know, some folks is just born lucky, I guess. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:27 | |
Doggone it, you know, don't push yours! | 0:06:27 | 0:06:30 | |
What's going on here? | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
These don't look too pretty to me. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:43 | |
I told you, you ain't been out here long enough. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
Hey! | 0:06:48 | 0:06:49 | |
Hey, hey, wait a minute. Put that thing back up. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
-That'll have to wait, gents. -Wait? Wait for what? | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
Church is about to start. The parson don't like to look at it during his sermon. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:06 | |
-This ain't Sunday, is it? -That's a matter of opinion in Gila City. | 0:07:07 | 0:07:12 | |
We haven't seen a calendar in two years. Some folks hold it's Monday, but these folks hold it's Sunday. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:18 | |
-Are you gents lookin' for a drink? -I'm lookin' right at it. What's in that bottle? | 0:07:18 | 0:07:23 | |
-Best we've got. Even the Mayor drinks it. -That'll have to do. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
-Tell me somethin'. How about the bank? -The bank's open. They're Monday folks. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:33 | |
The bar's closed when the parson walks in. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
Howdy, mister! | 0:07:42 | 0:07:44 | |
Hello, boy. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
Hey, that's what I call pretty. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
-Who's she, the redhead? -Works over at the dance hall across the street. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:07 | |
Imagine comin' in here like she was respectable and bringin' her woods colt with her! | 0:08:07 | 0:08:12 | |
-Imagine! -She wouldn't know his father if she saw him again. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:16 | |
-Poor boy. -I imagine it's as close as she ever was to a parson. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
And her holding a prayer book like she was respectable! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:24 | |
If they're going to heaven, let's you and me not go! | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
Gents, the bar is closed. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
Number 23. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
# Rock of ages, cleft for me | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
# Let me hide myself in thee | 0:08:50 | 0:08:54 | |
# Let the water and the blood | 0:08:54 | 0:08:58 | |
# From thy wounded side which flowed | 0:08:58 | 0:09:01 | |
# Be of sin the double cure | 0:09:01 | 0:09:04 | |
# Save from wrath and make me pure | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
# Could my tears forever flow | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
# Could my zeal no languor know | 0:09:11 | 0:09:15 | |
# All for sin could not atone... # | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
-What are y'all drinkin'? -No drinkin'. The bar's closed on account of the church meeting. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:24 | |
- Whisky. - I told them the bar's... | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
Billy, show 'em those six-shooters! | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
See how fast you can take the cork out of that bottle. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
I wanna tell you somethin'. He's fast with them six-shooters. This boy's a real comin' boy. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:38 | |
I taught him everythin' I know. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:40 | |
-What's the matter? -You'll have to stand and look at that bottle all the way through the sermon. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:49 | |
# Let me hide myself in thee... # | 0:09:49 | 0:09:54 | |
Lord, I see you sent us some new faces today. | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
Male... | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
and female. | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
Lord, I thank you, | 0:10:06 | 0:10:08 | |
and folks, I welcome you. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:11 | |
And I'll be dishin' out the gospels in a minute. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
But first, I've got to say a word to you gents with your hats on. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
This here is a preach-house, gents, and you'll take your hats off to the Lord. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:27 | |
Mister, I never met a man who wouldn't take off his hat to the Lord. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:41 | |
Let's get it off. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
You get on with your preachin'. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
-He's touchy about that hat. -I've never seen nothin' like it. He don't even take it off to sleep. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:59 | |
We'll have a moment of silent prayer. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:03 | |
Yes... | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
All that money just sittin' out there across the street. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:23 | |
I've never known a man so hungry for money. I think you're studyin' up to be a miser. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:28 | |
Studyin' up to buy us an army. Don't you remember? | 0:11:28 | 0:11:31 | |
-Still dreamin' about that? -It ain't such a dream. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
We could set up our own republic on this country. It's wide open. Nobody can stop us. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:39 | |
Take that bank money and the Comancheros will sell us 100, maybe 200 slave Indians. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:45 | |
We put uniforms on 'em. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:47 | |
Yeah, fix us up an army. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
And I could drill 'em. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:51 | |
# When Johnny comes marching home again, hooray, hooray | 0:11:52 | 0:11:56 | |
# When Johnny comes marching home again... # | 0:11:56 | 0:11:59 | |
Left face, right face... | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
# Johnny comes marching... # | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
Mm-hm. | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
Raise this arm. | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
Raise it. Higher. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:14 | |
Mm-hm. All right. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
-Has it always pained you that way? -Almost always. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:22 | |
That ball ought to come out of there. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:25 | |
That's what I'm here for. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
-Have you ever been in Springfield, Ohio? -No. | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
I'll swear I've seen you someplace before. | 0:12:35 | 0:12:39 | |
Here... | 0:12:39 | 0:12:40 | |
How long will this lay me up? | 0:12:40 | 0:12:43 | |
-It's pretty close to the collarbone. A thing like that won't heal overnight, you know. -What, a week? | 0:12:44 | 0:12:50 | |
More like a month. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:53 | |
Well, I got a little business to attend to. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:57 | |
I don't think it can wait that long. | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
Then stop wasting my time. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
Wait a minute. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
Missoura. That's where it was. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
A fella just about your size, Yellowleg sergeant. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
Somebody had tried to scalp him. A liquored-up Johnny Reb with a Bowie knife. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:25 | |
He cut the sergeant up pretty badly before he was scared off by something. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:30 | |
You know, if you take off your hat, you could make me out a liar. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:35 | |
It's you, all right. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:41 | |
You certainly went out of your way to look me up, didn't you? Take off the hat. | 0:13:47 | 0:13:52 | |
I've kind of got used to keeping it on. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:56 | |
Why? You haven't got anything to hide but a few battle scars. A lot of the boys came out with worse than that. | 0:13:56 | 0:14:02 | |
-What did you do after the war ended? -What would YOU do? | 0:14:02 | 0:14:06 | |
-I'd go after that Reb. -Well, I found him. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
Is that Reb in town? | 0:14:15 | 0:14:17 | |
Well, what are you waiting for? | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
I'm waiting to get him alone. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
You see, I want him to know who I am. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
I want him to know he's gonna get what he gave me. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:34 | |
Are you sure you found the right man? | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
Yeah, I'm sure. I left my teeth marks in his scalping hand. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:41 | |
And I'm askin' you, my friends... | 0:14:41 | 0:14:44 | |
Any man, woman or child that reckons that he wants to go to hell, | 0:14:44 | 0:14:50 | |
I say let that man, woman or child stand up and be counted! | 0:14:50 | 0:14:55 | |
What? | 0:15:01 | 0:15:02 | |
Start countin', Parson. Get up, Turk. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
You white-livered coyote, you're saying you intend to go to that place? | 0:15:07 | 0:15:12 | |
I sure do, Parson. I'll tell you somethin' else. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
Any man that don't get on his feet right now and join me is goin' there pronto! | 0:15:15 | 0:15:20 | |
GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMING | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
Well, nice to meet you, ma'am. My name's Billy. Billy Keplinger. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:37 | |
Get out! | 0:15:37 | 0:15:39 | |
GASPS AND SCREAMS | 0:15:39 | 0:15:41 | |
Come on, Turkey! | 0:15:46 | 0:15:48 | |
Sure is a pretty girl. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
Ma'am, I want to thank you for your fortitude. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:06 | |
We'll all close with a prayer now | 0:16:07 | 0:16:10 | |
for those poor, misguided men. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:14 | |
All that money just sittin' there, waitin' on a Yellowlegged Yankee. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:18 | |
I never saw a man so patient about robbin' a bank! | 0:16:18 | 0:16:22 | |
Oh, church meeting's over. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
You have a nice afternoon. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:27 | |
Thank you again, ma'am. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:30 | |
STARTS PLAYING MOURNFUL TUNE | 0:16:49 | 0:16:51 | |
Let me know when that Yankee's patience runs out. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:58 | |
If his patience ever does wear out. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:04 | |
That pretty redhead that just went in holds that today is Sunday. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:17 | |
What do you lovely creatures feel about that? | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
I think it's Monday. | 0:17:20 | 0:17:23 | |
-Get your horse. -Huh? | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
Get it. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
Billy! | 0:17:27 | 0:17:29 | |
Hey, Billy! Yellowleg's ready. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:36 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
SHOUTING AND GUNSHOTS | 0:17:45 | 0:17:48 | |
Somethin' wrong with that Yankee's shootin' arm. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:04 | |
Somebody get the doc. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:39 | |
He's dead. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:45 | |
It was them outlaws, Kit. They did some wild shootin'. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:53 | |
No. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:00 | |
It was me. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
-'Is she the dance hall woman? -That's her. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:26 | |
'Imagine comin' in here like she was respectable, bringin' her woods colt with her! | 0:19:26 | 0:19:31 | |
-'Imagine! -She wouldn't know his father if she saw him again. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
-'Poor boy. -I imagine it's as close as she ever was to a parson. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:39 | |
'And her holding the prayer book like she was respectable!' | 0:19:39 | 0:19:43 | |
That Yellowleg sure has been tryin' to get hisself drunk. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
He ain't quite makin' it though. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
Some men are like that. Give me two. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:15 | |
The boy's leanin' awful hard on him. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:18 | |
You reckon the Mayor will be able to talk that redhead into changin' her mind? | 0:20:18 | 0:20:23 | |
Ain't nothin' gonna change her mind. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
She got Doc Acton to take care of the body and rented herself a wagon. She's goin' tonight. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:30 | |
Goin' alone if she has to. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
We've come to change your mind, Kit. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
We've decided to have a nice funeral for the boy in Gila City. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
The whole town will come. As Mayor, I'll see to it. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:02 | |
Mead will be buried in Siringo next to his father. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:07 | |
Now, Kit... | 0:21:07 | 0:21:10 | |
Bury him here? You think I haven't heard all the whispering? | 0:21:11 | 0:21:14 | |
-You and your gossiping little wives with their pinched little faces and their noses in the air! -Miss Kit... | 0:21:14 | 0:21:20 | |
"That dance hall woman with her freckle-faced woods colt. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:24 | |
"No telling who the father might be!" | 0:21:24 | 0:21:27 | |
They smell brimstone every time I walk by. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
They hated us both, me and the boy. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:34 | |
Well, he's dead now | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
and you can tell your wives that there was no sinning | 0:21:36 | 0:21:40 | |
and there'll be no funeral. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
I'm taking him to Siringo. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:45 | |
You can't do that. It's smack in the middle of Apache country and there ain't nobody willing to go with you. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:51 | |
Besides, there's not much of it left but the weeds. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:55 | |
I've tried, Kit. I've asked everybody. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
I'm not asking anybody to go with me. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
Poor Kit. She's trying mighty hard to make folk believe about the boy's pa. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:10 | |
-Are you a single man? -Married. -I didn't know that, Cal. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:14 | |
Well, almost married. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
Me and Emma. She wouldn't let me go with Kit. Not that way. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:20 | |
Not to mention the Apaches. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:23 | |
I ain't never seen a town so full of cowards. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:32 | |
I ain't never seen a town so scared of Indians. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:37 | |
TURK CHUCKLES | 0:22:37 | 0:22:39 | |
You can take three. | 0:22:39 | 0:22:41 | |
Kit? | 0:23:03 | 0:23:05 | |
I hate to think what all that sun will do to your face. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:09 | |
Will you take this? | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
No, thanks, Cal. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
Take it. I've got no use for it. I can't sell it. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:17 | |
Imported all the way from St Louis. | 0:23:17 | 0:23:19 | |
Get down from there! | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
I said get down! | 0:23:41 | 0:23:44 | |
-Somebody's got to drive this for you. -Not you. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:47 | |
I'm askin' to. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
I said get down! | 0:23:49 | 0:23:51 | |
Need any help, ma'am? | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
-Get out of here, Billy. -I didn't mean to butt in... | 0:23:59 | 0:24:03 | |
Your place. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
Get down. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
I bet she don't get 20 miles before she turns around. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:49 | |
50 dollars. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
And a call. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:57 | |
What have you got? | 0:24:57 | 0:24:59 | |
You lose to four aces. | 0:25:02 | 0:25:05 | |
-We're leaving town. -You're a little premature, Yellowleg. | 0:25:10 | 0:25:14 | |
Get your horses. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Billy and me like this town. We're stickin' around. You'd better leave alone cos we ain't leavin'. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:23 | |
It wasn't me that shot that boy. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
Get up. Get up! | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
Looks like you and me is gonna go to Siringo. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
Billy, you and I ain't leavin' here. | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
I'm just backin' him up. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
Yeah, I kinda like the idea of going to Siringo with that redhead. | 0:25:44 | 0:25:48 | |
Come on. What's the matter? | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
Come on! | 0:26:21 | 0:26:22 | |
I guess you don't mind the Yellowleg orderin' you around, but I don't like it. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:31 | |
But if I could handle that six-shooter like you, Billy boy... | 0:26:32 | 0:26:36 | |
His back's pointin' right at ya. What's the matter? Scared? | 0:26:36 | 0:26:40 | |
Scared he might hear your gun comin' out of the holster? | 0:26:40 | 0:26:43 | |
That ain't no fit way to kill a man. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
Not even a Yankee. | 0:26:48 | 0:26:50 | |
There she is. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Yah! Yah! | 0:27:39 | 0:27:41 | |
-Good morning, ma'am. -You'll kill your horse pushin' him like that. | 0:27:56 | 0:28:01 | |
-Will you let me drive that wagon for you? -I don't want YOUR help! | 0:28:01 | 0:28:05 | |
Well, I'd be mighty proud to ride in that wagon with you, ma'am. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:10 | |
Leave me alone! | 0:28:10 | 0:28:12 | |
Both of you. | 0:28:17 | 0:28:19 | |
Well, now, you know it ain't exactly safe out here for a woman? | 0:28:21 | 0:28:25 | |
Well, it ain't exactly safe for you either. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:28 | |
Any of you. Now git! | 0:28:29 | 0:28:32 | |
Why don't you leave this woman be and let's head back? | 0:28:32 | 0:28:36 | |
Yaah! | 0:28:40 | 0:28:41 | |
Listen, that bank is probably just now opening up. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:52 | |
Yeah, it probably is, probably is. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:54 | |
We'll follow along and see she gets through. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:58 | |
Turkey, that's a woman! | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
Come on, let's go. | 0:29:34 | 0:29:36 | |
Your dress is kinda wet. I guess you're gonna have to dry it out. | 0:29:54 | 0:29:58 | |
It shouldn't take long in this heat. | 0:29:58 | 0:30:01 | |
I never did see a dance-hall girl so touchy about gettin' kissed. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:25 | |
You stay away from me. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
What will you do with that rock? Use it on me? | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
Or a shotgun if I have to! | 0:30:31 | 0:30:33 | |
Well, ma'am, I always did go for high stakes. | 0:30:33 | 0:30:37 | |
Apaches. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:04 | |
They scalped him. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:07 | |
Yeah. It looks like they did. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:11 | |
Come on, let's get back to that wagon. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
Hey, the coffee's ready! | 0:31:37 | 0:31:39 | |
It's plain to see that woman don't want us round here, so why don't we accommodate her by leaving? | 0:31:49 | 0:31:55 | |
Did you desert? | 0:32:04 | 0:32:06 | |
-Hmm? -Did you desert the Rebel Army? | 0:32:09 | 0:32:12 | |
I don't remember telling you I was in the army. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:15 | |
I figured you for a deserter. | 0:32:15 | 0:32:18 | |
How did you guess? | 0:32:18 | 0:32:21 | |
Maybe I ought to take her a cup of coffee before it gets cold. | 0:32:21 | 0:32:25 | |
Leave her alone. | 0:32:25 | 0:32:27 | |
Are you... Are you talkin' to me? | 0:32:29 | 0:32:31 | |
Hey, Billy, I think Yellowleg's kinda taken a shine to that woman. | 0:32:33 | 0:32:37 | |
-And we thought he was feelin' sorry about that boy. -Shut up! | 0:32:37 | 0:32:41 | |
-Touchy too. -Yeah. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
Like he is about that hat he keeps wearin'. | 0:32:44 | 0:32:47 | |
-You know what I think he's got under it? -What's that? | 0:32:47 | 0:32:50 | |
Money. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:52 | |
Well, there's one way we could find out. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:55 | |
We can ask him... | 0:32:55 | 0:32:58 | |
Take your hat off, Yellowlegs. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:00 | |
He's scared of you, Billy. | 0:33:00 | 0:33:03 | |
Yellowlegs... | 0:33:04 | 0:33:06 | |
Take your hat off or I'll shoot it off. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:10 | |
You try it and I'll kill you. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:16 | |
BILLY LAUGHS | 0:33:18 | 0:33:20 | |
Yellowlegs, there's something about you I just gotta like. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:24 | |
Better mind your thinkin', kid. Yellowleg has done got his claim staked out. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:49 | |
We could go back to that bank. That posse would never follow us out here, not to Siringo. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:57 | |
We could set up our own little republic like that Edward fella did down in Texas. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:07 | |
You know, the republic of Freedonia? | 0:34:07 | 0:34:09 | |
All this land out here, just a-waitin'. Think how you'd look in a gold braid uniform! | 0:34:09 | 0:34:15 | |
You're the kind of trigger-happy young fella I can use. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
I'd make you my military aide. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
Then we'd start makin' up a lot of laws, but not one of them would apply to us. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:25 | |
-They don't now. They never did. -There's money in a thing like this. | 0:34:25 | 0:34:29 | |
If it's run right. But we've got to start first with that bank back in Gila City. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:35 | |
Turkey, don't you ever shut up? You nag like an old woman! | 0:34:35 | 0:34:39 | |
It's sure quiet out here, isn't it? | 0:34:39 | 0:34:42 | |
I don't blame you for feelin' the way you do, | 0:34:45 | 0:34:48 | |
but right now, it might be a good idea if you could make out like we were getting along. | 0:34:48 | 0:34:53 | |
Are you always that stubborn or just hard to figure out? | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
Lady... | 0:35:05 | 0:35:06 | |
I'm just tryin' to help. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:08 | |
Who are you trying to help? | 0:35:12 | 0:35:14 | |
Riding shotgun on this wagon isn't going to buy you a clean conscience! | 0:35:15 | 0:35:20 | |
I'm beginning to wonder if you ever figured on going to Siringo at all. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:29 | |
What are you trying to say? | 0:35:30 | 0:35:32 | |
I mean, right here is as good as Siringo for the boy. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
You don't have to prove anything to me. | 0:35:37 | 0:35:40 | |
Damn you! | 0:35:40 | 0:35:42 | |
-Look at 'em fightin'! -Yeah. | 0:35:45 | 0:35:48 | |
You don't know me well enough to hate me that much. | 0:35:52 | 0:35:56 | |
Hating is a subject I know a little something about. | 0:35:58 | 0:36:02 | |
You've got to be careful it don't bite you back. | 0:36:02 | 0:36:05 | |
I know somebody who spent five years looking for a man he hated. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:09 | |
Hating and wanting revenge was all that kept him alive. | 0:36:09 | 0:36:13 | |
He spent all them years tracking that other man down, | 0:36:14 | 0:36:18 | |
and when he caught up with him, it was the worst day in his life. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:22 | |
He'd get his revenge all right, | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
but then he'd lose the one thing he had to live for. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:30 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:36:34 | 0:36:36 | |
-What was that for? -I was just checking my aim. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:02 | |
Nothing like letting the Apaches know where we are! | 0:37:02 | 0:37:05 | |
That ain't no fit way to kill a man, not even a Yankee. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:11 | |
You go on up ahead and find us a place to camp. | 0:37:14 | 0:37:17 | |
-There might be some Apaches out there. -Then you go find out. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:21 | |
You know, you could get the sun here. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:29 | |
I'll get used to it. | 0:37:29 | 0:37:31 | |
We'll be leaving you in Siringo. You can find your own way back. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:36 | |
DISTANT HOWLS | 0:37:54 | 0:37:56 | |
Come on. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:25 | |
Turk, what are you doin' out here? This ain't your guard. | 0:39:57 | 0:40:01 | |
I want to show you somethin'. | 0:40:04 | 0:40:06 | |
I've been carryin' this around with me for a long while. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:13 | |
-What's that? -It's a genuine general's cap. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:16 | |
I stole it over at San Antonio. I never did show it to anybody before. | 0:40:16 | 0:40:20 | |
A man sure really looks like something wearin' one of these, don't he, boy? | 0:40:27 | 0:40:32 | |
Huh? | 0:40:32 | 0:40:33 | |
If you're waitin' for me to salute you, you're gonna wait a long time. | 0:40:33 | 0:40:37 | |
Here, I want to show you something else. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:43 | |
Here... Come here. | 0:40:46 | 0:40:48 | |
See that part right there? | 0:40:48 | 0:40:50 | |
It's not on a regular map. A valley. Not many people know it's there. | 0:40:54 | 0:40:58 | |
We're gonna buy ourselves some slave Indians. We're gonna put uniforms on and we're gonna fill 'em good. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:04 | |
We'll be able to burn a fire path through this country from Tucson to Tucumcari. | 0:41:04 | 0:41:09 | |
What do you say, boy? Huh? | 0:41:09 | 0:41:12 | |
What do you say to that, huh? | 0:41:13 | 0:41:15 | |
Fine, Turk, fine. | 0:41:15 | 0:41:17 | |
Um... | 0:41:21 | 0:41:23 | |
Take over my guard for me, will you? | 0:41:23 | 0:41:25 | |
I never travelled with a lady before. | 0:41:57 | 0:42:00 | |
It kinda appeals to me. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:02 | |
-Get out of my way. -Maybe I will and maybe I won't. | 0:42:02 | 0:42:06 | |
I'm telling you to leave me alone. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:09 | |
I don't wanna... I don't wanna trouble you, Kit. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
I just wanna be sociable. | 0:42:13 | 0:42:16 | |
And I never wear my guns when I make a social call. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:21 | |
I always did like pretty things and... | 0:42:28 | 0:42:31 | |
You're just about the prettiest I've ever seen. | 0:42:31 | 0:42:35 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:42:38 | 0:42:40 | |
Saddle up. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:52 | |
Come on, get out of here. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:55 | |
-I'm goin' with you, Billy. -You ain't goin' no place. -Huh? -You're stayin' right here. | 0:43:57 | 0:44:03 | |
-He wouldn't stand a chance in Apache country alone. -That's his lookout. | 0:44:04 | 0:44:09 | |
COYOTE HOWLS | 0:45:12 | 0:45:13 | |
Turk! | 0:46:07 | 0:46:08 | |
He's gone. | 0:46:10 | 0:46:12 | |
-They'll be going back to Gila City, both of them. I'll drive you back if you want. -No, thanks. | 0:46:33 | 0:46:39 | |
You still going to Siringo? | 0:46:40 | 0:46:42 | |
-You think you can stop me? -Lady, I wouldn't even try. | 0:46:42 | 0:46:47 | |
Aaaiee! | 0:47:25 | 0:47:28 | |
I, uh... | 0:48:14 | 0:48:16 | |
I'm sorry about losing the horse. | 0:48:16 | 0:48:19 | |
-Well, you don't have to talk to me, you know! -It ain't worth the effort. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:26 | |
Five years is a long time to turn your back on, especially for a woman like me. That's what you think. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:35 | |
-Lady, I quit thinking when I turned my horse around. -Stop calling me Lady! My name is Kit. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:40 | |
-I don't know you well enough! -Don't think you're fooling me. | 0:48:40 | 0:48:45 | |
You're not half as mad at me as you are at yourself. | 0:48:45 | 0:48:49 | |
Gonna talk all the way to Siringo? | 0:48:50 | 0:48:53 | |
Ha! | 0:48:54 | 0:48:55 | |
GUNFIRE AND WAR CRIES | 0:49:07 | 0:49:10 | |
Grab that shotgun! Come on! | 0:49:16 | 0:49:18 | |
GUNFIRE CONTINUES | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
Must have ambushed that stage down at the border. | 0:50:12 | 0:50:17 | |
YELLING AND WHOOPING | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
I sure wish I could take a bath. | 0:50:46 | 0:50:49 | |
Well, nothing's stopping you. | 0:50:50 | 0:50:52 | |
Come on. | 0:51:09 | 0:51:10 | |
Want some more? | 0:51:13 | 0:51:15 | |
You know...I can hardly remember what my husband looked like. | 0:51:23 | 0:51:28 | |
We were only married a few weeks. We were on our way to Gila City when he was... | 0:51:28 | 0:51:34 | |
..he was killed in Siringo. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
When Mead was born, they wouldn't believe me. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:49 | |
Gila City put a brand on both of us. | 0:51:51 | 0:51:54 | |
With their...jokes and their...talk | 0:51:55 | 0:51:59 | |
and their ugly little smiles. | 0:52:00 | 0:52:02 | |
Getting dark. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:14 | |
We've got to have another horse. | 0:52:19 | 0:52:22 | |
Them Apaches can't be far off. They've got plenty of horses. | 0:52:22 | 0:52:26 | |
You wait right here until I get back. | 0:52:26 | 0:52:30 | |
SHOUTS AND CONFUSION | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
CONTINUES FIRING | 0:54:29 | 0:54:31 | |
Whoa. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:50 | |
Kit! | 0:54:57 | 0:54:58 | |
Pack up. We're moving out. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:02 | |
Whoa. | 0:55:10 | 0:55:12 | |
That's far enough. | 0:55:15 | 0:55:17 | |
I don't think I can stay awake another minute. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:21 | |
You'll have to. | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
Start digging. | 0:55:24 | 0:55:26 | |
-What?! -We're going to bury the wagon. | 0:55:27 | 0:55:30 | |
Our trail's got to look Indian. If we're lucky, those Apaches are still trying to find their stagecoach. | 0:55:30 | 0:55:37 | |
Getting tired? | 0:56:09 | 0:56:11 | |
I didn't ask for any help. | 0:56:13 | 0:56:16 | |
I wasn't offering any. I just asked if you were getting tired. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:22 | |
Is Yellowleg a name? | 0:56:47 | 0:56:49 | |
Well, it'll do. | 0:56:51 | 0:56:53 | |
-Where are you from? -Ohio. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:59 | |
Is it pretty back there? | 0:57:01 | 0:57:03 | |
Used to be. | 0:57:03 | 0:57:05 | |
What are you doing? | 0:57:33 | 0:57:35 | |
Do and I'll kill you. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:47 | |
What is it? | 0:58:17 | 0:58:19 | |
Apache. | 0:58:22 | 0:58:24 | |
-How could he miss? -He didn't. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:32 | |
Well, why didn't he kill us? | 0:58:32 | 0:58:34 | |
He's got a little score to settle up with me first. | 0:58:34 | 0:58:38 | |
Start packing up. | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
-Can't forgive me for making you give up those five years, can you? -I'll pick up his trail again. | 0:59:54 | 1:00:00 | |
Hardly seemed worth the trouble. | 1:00:00 | 1:00:02 | |
HORSE STIRS | 1:00:02 | 1:00:04 | |
There you go. | 1:00:06 | 1:00:08 | |
RATTLESNAKE HISSES | 1:00:12 | 1:00:14 | |
He broke it. | 1:00:47 | 1:00:50 | |
SINGLE SHOT | 1:00:55 | 1:00:57 | |
What is he waiting for? Why doesn't he kill us? | 1:01:23 | 1:01:27 | |
He will when he's ready. | 1:01:27 | 1:01:30 | |
-Why don't you kill us and get it over with?! Come on! -Stop it! | 1:01:35 | 1:01:39 | |
-Leave me alone! -Shut up! -Why do you let him torture us? -Shut up! | 1:01:39 | 1:01:43 | |
Our Apache friend's been awful quiet. Maybe he got bit by a snake. | 1:03:33 | 1:03:37 | |
-Do you think it's much further? -What? -Siringo. | 1:03:47 | 1:03:53 | |
-Siringo what? -Do you think...? | 1:03:54 | 1:03:57 | |
Strange. | 1:04:26 | 1:04:28 | |
I feel I know you better than any man I've ever known. | 1:04:29 | 1:04:33 | |
Yet I hardly know you at all. | 1:04:35 | 1:04:37 | |
-What are you trying to do? -You're hurting me! -What did you expect to find? | 1:04:45 | 1:04:50 | |
I was only trying to make you more comfortable. | 1:04:53 | 1:04:57 | |
I'm sorry. | 1:04:57 | 1:04:59 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:05:06 | 1:05:08 | |
Sorry... | 1:05:24 | 1:05:26 | |
There's...some things about me you don't understand. | 1:05:29 | 1:05:34 | |
You killed the only person I loved in this whole world. | 1:05:36 | 1:05:41 | |
That's all I need to know about YOU. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:44 | |
Next time I'll be waiting for him. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:40 | |
Inside. | 1:06:56 | 1:06:58 | |
Go on. | 1:06:58 | 1:07:00 | |
This'll do. | 1:07:26 | 1:07:28 | |
Here. | 1:07:38 | 1:07:39 | |
You've got enough buckshot in there to stop an army. | 1:07:39 | 1:07:43 | |
He ought to be on top of the bluff by sundown, so I'll wait for him. | 1:07:43 | 1:07:48 | |
If I'm not back by morning, you're on your own. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:53 | |
Wait. | 1:07:53 | 1:07:55 | |
I...just wanted to say... | 1:08:00 | 1:08:03 | |
..thank you. | 1:08:10 | 1:08:13 | |
RUMBLE OF THUNDER | 1:08:44 | 1:08:46 | |
THUNDER GROWS LOUDER | 1:09:05 | 1:09:07 | |
-Aaaiee! -Ungh! | 1:09:30 | 1:09:32 | |
Aaargh! | 1:09:35 | 1:09:37 | |
Where is it? By the mission? | 1:11:42 | 1:11:44 | |
What was your husband's name? | 1:11:46 | 1:11:48 | |
Mead Tildon. My son was named after him. | 1:11:48 | 1:11:53 | |
I couldn't find it. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:04 | |
It's there. | 1:13:10 | 1:13:12 | |
No, there ain't nobody named Tildon buried there. | 1:13:13 | 1:13:18 | |
You're just the same as all the rest of them. | 1:13:24 | 1:13:28 | |
Here it is. | 1:13:41 | 1:13:43 | |
It must be one of the others. | 1:14:01 | 1:14:03 | |
Kit! | 1:15:28 | 1:15:30 | |
Kit! I found it! | 1:15:32 | 1:15:35 | |
I found it. | 1:15:42 | 1:15:44 | |
Yellowleg. | 1:15:44 | 1:15:46 | |
-Where's Turk? -Right behind you. | 1:15:49 | 1:15:53 | |
When Billy gets hold of an idea, he just won't let go of it. Especially a red-headed woman. | 1:15:53 | 1:16:00 | |
Well, there's no need to keep the lady out here in the sunshine. | 1:16:10 | 1:16:15 | |
Let's step inside and talk things over. | 1:16:15 | 1:16:19 | |
Sorry I can't offer you folks a drink. | 1:16:44 | 1:16:47 | |
-What did you do with the money? -Money? What money? | 1:16:47 | 1:16:51 | |
-Only one thing would bring him down here - keeping ahead of a posse. -I never saw folks so scared of Injuns. | 1:16:57 | 1:17:04 | |
I tell you, she sure is pretty. | 1:17:07 | 1:17:09 | |
Turkey, go get that money. | 1:17:13 | 1:17:16 | |
-Are you crazy? -Go on. Do what I told you to do. | 1:17:18 | 1:17:22 | |
-You know, I...I just ain't got the heart to kill him. -Huh? | 1:17:35 | 1:17:40 | |
How would you like to have your gun back? | 1:17:40 | 1:17:43 | |
-You want me to do it? -I'll be much obliged. | 1:17:43 | 1:17:47 | |
-Just the minute he walks back through this door. -What about her? | 1:17:57 | 1:18:01 | |
We'll decide that later. You and me. | 1:18:06 | 1:18:10 | |
Well, I'm going for a little walk. I'll be around. | 1:18:13 | 1:18:18 | |
The lady's got to admit I got guts. | 1:18:20 | 1:18:22 | |
You'd better get out of here. | 1:18:36 | 1:18:39 | |
-You can't! -I've waited five years. The waiting is over. Now keep out of it. | 1:18:39 | 1:18:44 | |
What happened to Mead was an accident. I know that now, | 1:18:44 | 1:18:48 | |
even though I thought that I could never forgive you for it. | 1:18:48 | 1:18:52 | |
But I could never love a man who was a cold-blooded killer. | 1:18:52 | 1:18:56 | |
Love? | 1:18:58 | 1:19:00 | |
You don't even know me. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
I'm a face under a hat. | 1:19:04 | 1:19:07 | |
Ever wonder why I won't take this off? | 1:19:08 | 1:19:12 | |
-Want to talk about love? -I've seen you with your hat off. | 1:19:21 | 1:19:26 | |
What about MY scars? | 1:20:04 | 1:20:07 | |
Do you know how many men I've let kiss me just because their filthy money gave them the right? | 1:20:13 | 1:20:19 | |
Men with dirty shirts, | 1:20:22 | 1:20:25 | |
smelly arms, money in their pockets. | 1:20:25 | 1:20:29 | |
Can those scars be forgotten? | 1:20:32 | 1:20:35 | |
Can I ask you to love a... | 1:20:36 | 1:20:39 | |
..a woman like that? | 1:20:40 | 1:20:42 | |
Now don't that make a pretty picture? | 1:20:52 | 1:20:56 | |
Where's Billy? | 1:20:57 | 1:20:59 | |
-Out of the way. -Don't do it! | 1:21:03 | 1:21:06 | |
All this shooting and he ain't even touched him yet. | 1:22:02 | 1:22:06 | |
Turkey... | 1:22:06 | 1:22:08 | |
Billy! Are you crazy?! | 1:22:10 | 1:22:13 | |
All right, Yellowleg. This is it. | 1:22:28 | 1:22:31 | |
-You and me. -Move out, Billy. Move out. I ain't got time for you. | 1:22:32 | 1:22:37 | |
There ain't but two horses in this town. You know only two people are gonna ride out of here alive. | 1:22:37 | 1:22:44 | |
You turned on me, Billy. And I raised him from a puppy. | 1:23:10 | 1:23:14 | |
I'm not giving him this money. | 1:23:17 | 1:23:19 | |
No... | 1:23:19 | 1:23:21 | |
Get me some slave Indians... I'll train them myself. | 1:23:28 | 1:23:31 | |
Take all this money... | 1:23:33 | 1:23:35 | |
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 1:23:35 | 1:23:38 | |
Yellowleg, Yellowleg, listen to me. We can make ourselves a deal. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:42 | |
I don't want that Billy with me. I want you! Look at you. I put you in that uniform. | 1:23:44 | 1:23:49 | |
Now come on, listen to reason. | 1:23:51 | 1:23:53 | |
Why can't a Yankee join up with a Rebel? | 1:23:53 | 1:23:57 | |
We could do it together. Look at all this money here. Look. I'll give it all to you. | 1:23:59 | 1:24:05 | |
I'll make a general out of you. General Yellowleg. Think of how you'd look in one of these caps... | 1:24:11 | 1:24:17 | |
Listen, Yellowleg, like I told you up there... | 1:24:43 | 1:24:47 | |
-You're gonna be in my army. I'll make a general out of you with gold braid. -Remember that? | 1:24:47 | 1:24:53 | |
You know where you left it, don't you? | 1:24:55 | 1:24:58 | |
-Chickamauga. -Look at it. | 1:24:58 | 1:25:01 | |
-No... Oh, Yellowleg, listen to me, I don't want that Billy... -Look at me! | 1:25:01 | 1:25:07 | |
Yellowleg, I'll make a general out of you. You'll look good in that gold braid. Listen to me... | 1:25:08 | 1:25:14 | |
-Oh... -Don't! | 1:25:17 | 1:25:19 | |
Get out of here! | 1:25:24 | 1:25:27 | |
Don't do it! | 1:25:29 | 1:25:32 | |
Aah! | 1:25:41 | 1:25:42 | |
(TURK) Billy! | 1:25:51 | 1:25:53 | |
Billy! | 1:25:58 | 1:26:00 | |
You tell Yellowleg it's a fact I got soldiers! | 1:26:00 | 1:26:04 | |
HORSES APPROACH | 1:26:25 | 1:26:27 | |
Hi. We're trailing a couple of bank robbers. You got one of them. | 1:26:45 | 1:26:49 | |
-Where's the other? -Inside. Looks like they figured you didn't have guts enough to come here. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:57 | |
-You know how people are. If it's their money, the gates of hell wouldn't stop them. -Sure. | 1:26:57 | 1:27:03 | |
Parson, we're going to need a few of the right kind of words from you. | 1:27:03 | 1:27:07 | |
-We're burying a boy alongside of his dad. -I'll say the right words. | 1:27:07 | 1:27:13 | |
-This is a convoy. -Yes, sir. -Gentlemen, you're going to make great officers in my army. | 1:27:43 | 1:27:50 | |
I'll soon have your uniforms for you. Gold braid. And then we'll start training... | 1:27:50 | 1:27:56 | |
Thank you, sir. Well, Captain, if you'll say, "Forward, yo!" to these ranks, we'll go. | 1:27:56 | 1:28:03 | |
Forward, yo! | 1:28:03 | 1:28:05 | |
# When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah | 1:28:05 | 1:28:09 | |
# When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah... # | 1:28:09 | 1:28:13 | |
Fill up those ranks! | 1:28:13 | 1:28:15 | |
Forward march! Follow me, men! | 1:28:15 | 1:28:18 | |
We'll get us an army, we know what to do. | 1:28:26 | 1:28:30 | |
We buy some slave Indians... | 1:28:30 | 1:28:33 | |
# Each day when I awaken | 1:28:40 | 1:28:43 | |
# No more I face the empty dawn | 1:28:43 | 1:28:48 | |
# For I know that my heart is not forsaken | 1:28:48 | 1:28:54 | |
# The dream of love that once I knew | 1:28:55 | 1:29:00 | |
# Now lingers beyond the empty dawn | 1:29:00 | 1:29:06 | |
# No more is my lonely heart broken... # | 1:29:06 | 1:29:13 |