02x17 - Image of Yesterday

[bunniefuu]

Whoa, whoa.

Aah!

-[horse neighs]
-Go, get!

Giddy up! Go!

Whoa.

Fire...

Martha!

-Fire...
-Martha!

Martha!

Fire!

You're all right.

They started the fire!

I know. You're all right now.

Jim! They k*lled Jim!

I know, Martha. I'm sorry.

My baby...
she's still in the house!

Oh, God!

[crying]

[screams]

-My baby!
-No! No!

My baby! Let me get my baby!

No! Martha, no!

My baby!
Let me get my baby!

Let me go!
Let me get my baby!

Martha, no!

Let me go! My baby's in there!
Let me go!

-No!
-Let me go!

It's all right.

Bless you.

How can we ever thank you?

That won't be necessary, ma'am.

I don't--

Victoria?

David?

David Wyncop!

-[laughs]
-Oh, David! Oh!

♪♪ [theme]

How is she?

Well, it will take
a little time.

They got a place to stay
for the night?

She has a sister in town.
I'll take her there.

I can't get over it, David--

meeting you like this
after all these years.

[chuckles]
Neither can I.

Time has touched you lightly.

And you.

You're still
the most beautiful woman
I ever saw.

Thank you.

Tell me, David,
what have you been doing
all these years?

Oh, nothin' very much.

Driftin' mostly since the w*r.

Drifting?
But you had so many plans.

They went astray, Victoria.

Somewhere marchin' in the mud
with the Confederate Army...

they went astray.

I'm sorry, David.

Excuse me.

I wanna thank you
for saving little Becky.

It was a brave thing to do,
and we're all mighty grateful.

No thanks necessary.
Glad to be able to do it.

This is David Wyncop.

Oh, I thought so.

I'm Will Briggs,
head of the ranchers'
committee.

Oh, yeah.
Glad to meet you, Mr. Briggs.

You made good time.
Must've ridden pretty steady.

I did.

Now you know why
we got in touch with you.

O'Toole's men
have been hittin' us pretty hard

ever since our men left
on the trail drive.

You got in touch with him?

Well, don't you remember?

The committee voted
to hire a professional g*nman.

-I know, but--
-Well, we did.

Him and his men.

Wired 'em three days ago.

Oh.

I--I didn't realize.

Well, I'm sure you have things
to talk over.

Well, when are your men coming?

There'll be 25 top gunmen
here by this time tomorrow.

Good.
That'll pare down the odds.

Uh, same money
we mentioned in the wire?

Six dollars a day,
food and ammunition
for the men.

Ten dollars a day for me.

Fine.
I'll go and tell the committee.

Oh, Mr. Briggs...

One little point
we didn't settle
in the telegrams--

I must be in full charge,
no questions asked.

Okay.

Sure.

What's the matter, Victoria?
Something wrong?

Somehow the role of a g*nman
doesn't fit my memory of you.

[chuckles]
Well, we prefer to think
of ourselves as protectors.

Hired g*ns don't make
distinctions, David.
They just k*ll.

Weren't you one of those
who voted to hire us?

No, I voted against it.
I hoped there would be
another choice.

Soldiers are hired g*ns,
Victoria.

They're hired
to fight for people.

Isn't that
what you want us to do?

It's not the same thing.

Soldiers fight
for what they believe in.

Hmm. I believe
in those ashes out there.

I'm here to see
there won't be any more of 'em.

For the moment,
that's all the philosophy
either you or I can afford.

Mother, I expected you home
from the church meeting
hours ago!

I've been so worried!

I know. I'm sorry.

Your clothes! What happened?

Juan O'Toole's marauders
attacked Jim Dunn's place
tonight,

and they set fire to it.

Was anybody hurt?
How's the baby?

All right. Martha, too.

And Jim?

[sighs]

They hung him.

Hung him?!

Jim's place tonight...

Crawford's two days ago...

and the Bowen place last week.

It doesn't seem real.

When O'Toole was raiding
near Warren Springs
and k*lling all those people,

I thought "how awful,"
but I was grateful
we lived here.

I never thought he'd dare
attack so close to a big city
like Stockton.

Well, the valley's too rich.

O'Toole would never bypass it.

Mother, you look so exhausted.
Why don't you go to bed.
I'll take him in his stall.

No, it's all right.
It'll only take a few minutes.

Come on, Tony.

Come on, boy.

[bang]

[horse neighs]

Mother, Tachiano kicked over
his grain barrel again.

Oh. Well,
we'll get it out of the way.

You know, I'm glad now
the committee voted
to hire those gunmen.

At least if there's
another attack,
we'll have some protection.

They'll be here in a few days,


and a few will be posted
at each ranch.

I know
you were against hiring them.

Oh, maybe it's a good idea.
Audra, I don't know.
I just don't know.

But at least I do know
the man in charge--
David Wyncop.

He arrived tonight.

David Wyncop?
I've heard you mention him.

Wasn't he an old beau?

Yes.

Yes, he was.

David?

Victoria.

Forgive my starin', Victoria,

but I was way back when...

when I took you
to the governor's lawn party.

I had the same feeling.

David, this is my daughter
Audra.

Pleased, Miss Audra.

I'm sorry the boys aren't here.

They're on the trail drive.

Mother told me what you did
at the fire last night.

How can we ever thank you?

Bein' asked to lunch
in such lovely company
is more than ample thanks.

I know you two must have
so much to talk about.

I hope
I won't be interrupting.

Unfortunately the interruption
took place 30 years ago,

and it wasn't nearly as pretty
as you are.

As I recall,
it was a leaky old whaler
named Seagull,

and you signed on
to make your fortune
in ambergris.

Ambergris?

They get it from whales,
use it to make perfumes.

And did you find any?

Well, as your mother says,
the Seagull was leaky.

She took on a cargo of water
in the North Atlantic,

and that was the end of that.

-Sherry or whiskey, David?
-Whiskey.

Ambergris and whalers--

You must've been
one of mother's
most dashing suitors.

Oh, he was, and he never did
anything in the usual way.

The first time I saw him,

he was defending
two Chinese miners
against a bunch of drifters.

And gettin'
the beatin' of my life...

till the sheriff
came along and arrested me
for incitin' a riot.

Lost causes
were my specialty.

That's one of the things
I liked best about you.

Major?

Horn? I was expectin' you.

This is my assistant
Mr. Horn.

This is Mrs. Barkley
and her daughter Audra.

Any of the boys here yet?

Yeah, I rode down
with Jack and Tolly.
They're right outside.

Found a place for 'em?

Yeah, plenty of room
in the bunkhouse.

How about the ranch hands?

Well, there's only an old man.
I moved him into the barn.

Good. Tell Jack and Tolly
to come in.

What did he mean,
"moved him into the barn"?

Well, I--I hope
you don't mind, Victoria.

Your ranch is the best location.
I have to take it over
as headquarters.

I should've mentioned it,
but I didn't have
an opportunity.

Emergencies
don't leave much time
for the little courtesies.

[footsteps approaching]

Howdy, Major.

Hello, Jack.

Tolly,
how's the scalp business?

It's tolerable,
Major, tolerable.

These are two
of my best men.

This is Mrs. Barkley
and her daughter Audra.

We have some plannin' to do,
Victoria.

Where can we talk privately?

You may use the library.
It's straight ahead
and to the right.

Thank you.

Come on, boys.

It's Comanche.

[chuckles]

I never thought
they'd be like that.

I don't think anyone did.

[g*nshots]

Hey, that's some nice shootin'!

Ah, it's not bad.

Jack, there's a dress shop.

Didn't you wanna get that
little Mexican gal of yours
a present?

Oh, yeah.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yeah, I wanna buy a dress,
somethin' fancy.

For what sort
of occasion?

[chuckles]
Wing ding.

Well, I have some new bolts
of satin that just came in
from the East.

Satin?

The colors are lovely.

Okay, let's see 'em.

Is the young lady
dark or fair?

Dark, lots of fire.

Oh, I see.

Well, this blue flatters
almost any complexion.

Ah, ain't bright enough.

I want somethin'
that'll make the whole saloon
sit up and take notice.

Hey, Jack, look at this.
It's pretty.

That little gal
would look good in yellow, huh?

Yeah, that's it.

Hey, can't you just
see her in this, man?

All that black hair flyin'
and those red lips.

I'm sorry, that dress
was made for someone else...
a special order.

How much?

I can't. It's impossible.
A customer wants to wear it
tonight.

So make her another one.

It's not for sale, I tell you.

How much?

Please...she's only 18.

It's for her engagement party.

Does she got dark hair?

Good, it'll look a lot better
on my gal then.

Wasn't that Elsie Gordon's
engagement dress?

I didn't want to sell it
to them, but they made me!

Made you?

I don't know what to say
to Elsie.

I'll tell the sheriff.

No, Victoria, please...
I'd rather let it go.

I'm all alone here,
you know, and...

they're so rough.

I understand.

Oh!

What are you doin'?!

Oh, I'm sorry!
It was an accident!

Here,
let me clean it up for you!

Give me that!

Now don't make
no more accidents!

Yes, sir!
I mean, no, sir!

Hey, barber,
what is this stuff?

It's an astringent,
straight from Paris.

Very expensive.

-Oops!
-Hey!

Oh, it's just a little nick!
I'll clean it up!

Nothing to worry about!
There you are!

[sniffs]

Smells like whiskey to me.

What do you use it for?

You put it on
after you shave.

Yeah?

Ahh! Ah, that stuff's
really somethin', isn't it?

There you are!

Come on, Tolly,
let's go.

Uh, that'll be 50 cents.

-Fifty cents?
-Uh-huh.

That's about enough
for two shaves.

Don't you think so, Tolly?

Well, it is a little bit steep,
but he does deserve somethin'.

Yeah, especially after
he cut me up the way he did.

Uh, it was an accident!
I told him that!

Well, as long as he's
chargin' me for two shaves,

how about givin' him one?

That seems like
a fair idea to me.

Hand me that razor
over there, Jack.

Wait a minute, fellas, please.
You see, it's getting late
and I've got to close up.

I want you to come over here
and sit down and make yourself
comfortable.

You don't understand.
You see, I'm a very
important man in this town,

and there's
a big meeting tonight,

and I don't want you
to do anything that
you're gonna be sorry for.

So please, fellas,
don't do this!

Please, fellas, don't do this!

[coughs]

Don't! Don't! Don't! Wait!

Aah!

No, please!
No, no, no! No, no!

Aah!

No, no, no!

[crying]

[choking]

[crying]

[laughs]

Now that's a 50-cent shave!

And we ain't even
gonna charge you a cent.

[laughs]

Good afternoon, Victoria.

Hello, David.

I saw you leave the house,

so I took the liberty
of following.

You shouldn't go out alone.

O'Toole's men
could be anywhere.

Well, it never occurred to me.
I suppose they could.

They're watchin' us right now.

Look.

Oh, yes, mirror signals.

O'Toole uses his own code.
It's very effective.

Over there.

He's got a man
in every strategic ridge.

They're ain't a movement
in this valley escapes him.

It's difficult to think
of familiar places
as dangerous.

You headin' some place?
Want me to escort you?

No, no, I just came up here
to think, to, uh--

to try and see things
more clearly.

Well, what do you want
to see more clearly?

You.

I don't know if you're
the man I remember or...

just a stranger with a g*n.

You don't seem to have
much faith in either.

It's hard to have faith
in something you're afraid of.

David, your men have terrorized
this whole town.

What do you mean, "terrorize"?

As far as I know,
there's been some horseplay,

but no real trouble.

Well, what do you call
sh**ting up a town,

buying a dress
that doesn't belong to you,
pushing people off the street?

Now look, Victoria, these men
ain't disciplined soldiers.

You can't expect 'em
to act like it.

You handle 'em lightly
or not at all.

Handle them lightly?!

While they strip people
of their dignity
and flout the law?

Don't you mean
give them special privileges?

[chuckles]

What you call special privileges
is just them lettin' off steam.

I ain't makin' excuses.

They're ruthless men.

They live violently
and die that way.

But you can't fight marauders
with a band of angels...

not and get the job done.

Is that what
you've become, David?

A man who gets the job done...

no matter what else
happens on the way?

Thing's might've been different.

Audra and those sons
you raised...

might've been mine.

Wish thing's were different,
Victoria.

If you can't believe
anything else,
you can believe that.

♪♪

Where you goin', honey?

Home.

Awful early, ain't it?

Why don't you let us
buy you a drink?

Gotta cook supper
for my little girl.
She's waiting.

Well, now, a pretty little gal
like you ought to be dancin',
not cookin'.

Yeah, we'll buy you supper,
honey.

No, I can't!
My kid's waitin', I tell ya!

-Let her wait!
-Yeah!

Oh! Leave me alone!

Hey! What's goin' on here?

Turn the lady loose.

You stay out of this, pop.

Turn her loose
or I'll call the sheriff!

[groans]

[woman screams]

[grunts]

[groans]

[gasps]

[laughs]

Now...
how 'bout that drink?

I don't care what
the charges are, Sheriff.
They've got to be dropped!

Dropped?
After smashing that window?

To say nothing
of the beating Carson took!

The ranchers' committee
will take care of all
the damages, Frank...

and the doctor bills, too.

It won't cost him a penny.

What about the girl?

You going to pay her
for being scared half to death?

Oh, come on, Sheriff!

The girl was hardly touched.

As a saloon hostess,
I'm sure she's received
rougher treatment.

Maybe so, but she's
still entitled to protection.

I imagine she'll find
$20 or so adequate protection.

Wyncop's right, Frank.

Saloon job doesn't pay much.

The girl would
welcome the money
and forget the whole thing.

Well, maybe she would,
but I wouldn't.

I'm paid to protect this town,

not collect bribes.

Our men are paid
to protect the ranchers.
They can't do it from jail!

They sure can't.

If our families
are k*lled because of it,

it'll be on your head, Frank.

All right. Pay the damages
and I'll let 'em go.

But I never knew right
to come out of wrong.

Excuse me.

Wanna pass some time?

Why not?
What've you got in mind?

Come on.

What's your name, old man?

Jeff.

After Jeff Davis?

No, sir.
Just after me.

Where you from, Jeff?

I was born in Kentucky.

Kentucky?
You hear that, fellas?

He's from Kentucky.

Well now,
anybody from Kentucky

ought to be able to play
a harmonica real good.

No, sir.
Don't play anythin'.

Don't play anythin'?
Well, you spoofin' me.

Now, everybody from Kentucky
plays somethin'.

I don't play anythin'.

I can't hardly believe that.

I tell you what,
Tolly's got a harmonica.

Why don't you try and play it?

Mrs. Barkley's waitin'
for her horse to be saddled.

Give him the harmonica, Tolly.

Play.

♪♪

Faster.

[plays faster]

Faster!

[plays faster]

Dance!

[horse neighs]

Dance!

[horse neighs]

[horse neighs]

[g*nsh*t]

Let him go!

Thanks, Mrs. Barkley.

We was just funnin', ma'am.

You're the poorest excuse
for a human being
I've ever seen.

You figure you're gonna like
them marauders any better...

ma'am?

Is there a difference?

Tachiano,
you're the most beautiful colt
in the whole valley.

And you're gonna win
a blue ribbon this year
at the county fair, too.

Mother, look at him.
He's standing here just like
a lamb and he isn't even tied.

You'd never know
he was unbroken.

By the time Nick gets home,
I'll be able to show him
halter class.

-Won't he be surprised?
-Mm-hmm.

What is it?

Oh, this morning,

I caught some of David's men
bullying poor old Jeff.

Why doesn't Mr. Wyncop
do something about it?

Apparently he still doesn't
think it's necessary.

Or doesn't care.

Somehow we've just got
to get word to your brothers.

But how?

They must be


I don't know.

But we sure do need them.

They're signaling again.

I almost wish they'd attack
and get it over with.

I just sent a wire to the boys
to send the herd on
with the skeleton crew

and get back here
as quickly as possible.

A wire? But I thought
they were on the trail
with the herd.

They are, but they'll stop
in Brownsville for supplies.

Well,
when will they get there?

In a couple of days.

Brownsville...

I hope they hurry.

[mooing]

[hooting and hollering]

Get him!

[sighs]

Can't wait to get to Brownsville
and cut some of this dust off.

I figured you'd be
pretty used to it.

You've got enough dust
in all those law books of yours.

-Oh, is that so?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, then, brother Nick,
maybe you'd like to negotiate
the contract for this herd.

Oh, no, no, no.
I find my spelling
pretty dusty, too.

That's what I thought.

[horse approaching]

Well, well...
we'd just about given you up.

You must've scouted
clear to Nevada.

I'm so dry,
I could spit cotton.

What happened to your canteen?

The horse got the last of it
this mornin'.

You know, there's not a drop
of water between here
and Brownsville?

Well, now,
there are three streams.
They can't all be dry.

Ahh.

They are.

That's nearly 40 miles
to Brownsville.

Without water,
that herd can't make it.

I met an old prospector.
He said there's a big waterhole


Twenty miles east?
Do you know it, Nick?

Yeah, I've heard of it.
Not much grazing along the way.

That's why most drives
don't use it.

Well, we could cut through
the pass there,

forget Brownsville.

That'd run us
pretty short on supplies.

Well, it's better to be
short on supplies
than have a dry herd.

We'll forget Brownsville.

All right, it's settled.

Forget Brownsville?

Too bad about that
little dancer waitin'
for him there, isn't it?

Well, she'll just have
to make do till next time
I come through, is all.

That's cattle business.

[horse neighs]

[hooting and hollering]

[neighs]

[horses approaching]

Hang on! Don't let her rest!

[neighs]

You look like
you've been in a fight.
What happened?

We was scoutin' them riders
like you said.

Bunch of O'Toole's men
jumped us.

They k*lled Tolly
before we could get away.

You should've been
on the lookout.

We was.
That's how come they got Tolly.

He was ridin' on up ahead,
and all of a sudden,

there was about ten of 'em
all around him.

They come at us so fast,
we didn't hardly have time
to draw.

Well, better get
that hand taken care of.

[neighs]

What do you think you're doing?

Let that horse go!

I said let him go!

Tachiano is a gift
from my brothers, and you've
no right to touch him!

Easy, boy, easy.

That's a good boy.
Good boy, yeah.

Wait a minute, Audra.

Where you taking him?

Back to his stall,
where he belongs.

I'm sorry.
We're breaking the best stock
for remount.

He's the prize of the lot.

Remount! He's never even
had a blanket on his back!

Maybe not,
but he'll be broken by sunset.

But you can't do that!
This horse is blooded stock!

He has to be broken slowly
or you'll ruin his spirit!

I don't care about spirit.
I only care about speed.

I'm not gonna let you do it!

I'm afraid you got
no choice about that.

Go ahead.

[hooting and hollering]

[neighs]

VICTORIA: There are plenty
of good horses on this ranch

without taking Audra's.

I need fresh horses, Victoria,
fast horses,

so my men can move quickly
if O'Toole strikes.

One horse is not going
to stop O'Toole!

Let me be the judge of that.

Audra has raised that horse
since it was a colt.

She and Nick
nursed it through the colic.

Why, she's been working
for months with it,

training it, working it free
so she can exhibit it at fairs.

-Don't you understand?
-No, I don't understand.

I think
you're lettin' sentiment
interfere with your judgment.

Well, I happen to believe
that sentiment is part
of that judgment,

and once you believed it, too!

From the moment I got here,
you've disagreed with
everything I've done.

Which is more important to you?

A few minor sacrifices
or the destruction of
everything you've built up?

Are you sure you and your men
aren't trying to destroy
everything I've built up?!

Maybe not in the same way,
but just as completely!

I've found you can be sure
of very few things in this
life, Victoria.

But if O'Toole comes
ridin' down from those hills,
he brings death with him.

You can be sure of that.

Well...

no more lost causes,
huh, David?

I learned in prison camp
that causes, lost or otherwise,

are for fools.

Well, it seems I've been
putting my faith in something

that doesn't exist anymore,
an empty image.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Nevertheless,
I'll get the job done.

Oh, I'm sure you will, David.
I'm sure you will.

But don't expect me
to admire you for it.

I liked you better as a fool.

Victoria...

since that horse seems to mean
so much to you and Audra,

you can have it back.

Well, what did they say?

The wire came back.
They didn't stop
at Brownsville.

They must've taken
a different route.

Yo!

You have only three men
watching my ranch.

Now can't I get
more protection than that?

I have patrols out
day and night.

If there's trouble,
you'll get more protection.

There are mirror flashes
within half a mile of my place!

O'Toole is gettin' closer!
I tell you--

Wyncop, we caught
one of O'Toole's men
comin' out of the saloon.

Jack recognized him
off a poster.

Where is he?

Down at the corral.

All right, get him down.

Looks like
he gave you some trouble.

Yeah, at first.

-Who is he?
-One of O'Toole's men.

Horn and Jack caught him
comin' out of the saloon.

I'll send Jeff for
the sheriff.

Not yet. I want to
question him first.

If I can find
where O'Toole's camp is,

may be able to surprise him
before he strikes again.

Why can't the sheriff
question him?

'Cause I prefer
to do it myself.

I'm on my way to Sonora,
I tell ya. I don't know nothin'.

Don't ya?

What's your name?

Brady.

Your real name.

That's it...
Brady... Bill.

How's your name Brady
if the name on the belt
buckle says "JD"?

That's Jim's.
Martha gave it to him.

You got that buckle when you
helped string Jim Dunn up

-and burn his cabin down,
didn't ya?!
-No!

-Didn't ya?!
-No! No!

You're lyin'!

No, I bought it.
I bought it.

-Where's Juan O'Toole?
-I don't know what
you're talkin' about!

-Where is he?!
-Please...

Please, I don't know.
They just split up and--

I was just passin' through,
takin' a shortcut to Sonora.

All right...

we'll drag it out of you.

Mount up.

No. No, please.

Please, I can't tell ya.

Please, I can't tell ya.

You got no right to do this.

Please. You got no right.

David...

I suggest you and Audra
go into the house.

Well, surely you're not
going through with this t*rture.

It's the only way
to get the information.

Will, are you going
to let this happen?

Go ahead, Horn.

[yells]

All right, cut him loose
and bring him here.

He's dead, Major.

Oh...

You wanted to talk to me,
Victoria?

Yes, David, I do.

I know it's late,
but I have something to say
to you, something important.

As you know,
I've never believed
in vigilante justice.

We don't believe in it either,
but we gotta have protection.

I know, and I'm just as afraid
of O'Toole as the rest of you,

but I'm more afraid
of what is happening to us.

What are you driving at,
Victoria?

These past weeks,
we've seen our neighbors
bullied, our laws defied...

we've even seen a man m*rder*d.

Now hold on, Victoria.
m*rder's a pretty hard word.

Is it?
What else would you call it?

Well, after all, he was guilty.

Perhaps, but it wasn't
up to us to decide.

And a few weeks ago,
we wouldn't have let it happen.

No matter who he was
or what he did, we would not
have let it happen!

Don't you see?
We've been so anxious
to save ourselves...

that we've given up everything
that we've ever believed in.

Now, I can't answer
for the rest of you,

but as far as I'm concerned,
I can't go on.

I'd rather face the enemy
out there in those hills

than the one here
inside of us.

This is my share of the money.

I want you and your men

off my ranch
by tomorrow morning.

[chuckles]

Victoria, don't be a fool!

You've seen the signals.
O'Toole's men are everywhere.

When they see my men leavin',
you won't have a chance.

Perhaps not,
but I prefer that way of dying.

What about your daughter?
You want her to die, too?

I don't think we're
going to die, Major Wyncop.

But if I'm wrong,
I prefer mother's way.

Then you're both fools.

BRIGGS: Just a minute, Wyncop.

We're all with you, Victoria.

You got enough money in there
to pay them off?

You bet I have.

The minute we pull out,
O'Toole's man up on that ridge

is gonna start
flashin' that mirror!

We'll take our chances.

I don't think
you have a chance.

But I'll try
to get you some more time.

As soon as it's light,
I'll try to knock out
that mirror.

I thought you didn't believe
in lost causes.

I don't...

but I believe
in earnin' my pay.

All right, mister.
Drop the mirror.

Uh...

I was just--

Hello, Major.

Tolly?

Take it easy, Major.
This was all Horn's idea.

He told me to stay up here
and just keep signalin'.

Where's O'Toole's men?

We k*lled 'em the other day

when we went on
that scoutin' party.

Mount up.

We're goin' back to the ranch.

Sure, Major, sure.

We're about ready, Major.
Where you been?

Talkin' to Tolly.

Tolly?

He sent you this.

Well, now, we'd have
told you, Major,

but you've been actin'
kinda funny on this job.

Tell me now.

O'Toole's men left days ago.

Things was gettin' too hot,

so they figured to split up
and lay low for a while.

How'd you find out?

Beat it out of that fella
we found up on the ridge.

That's why those signals
was beginnin' to stop.

So you thought
you'd keep 'em goin',

so the money
would keep comin' in.

Well, like I said,
you've been actin'
funny on this job.

That's right, Major,
ever since you seen
that Mrs. Barkley.

Keep Mrs. Barkley's name
out of this.

Yeah, anyway, we figured
you wouldn't go along with it.

You were right.

Don't try it, Horn.
You, either.

Give me those g*n belts.

And then you can give me
that money I gave ya.

What for?

It belongs to the ranchers.

[grunting]

[groans]

[horse neighs]

[groans]

[horse neighs]

[groans]

[grunting]

[groans]

[grunts]

[drops axe]

I'm sorry we didn't
leave on time, Victoria...

but I discovered
I still believe in lost causes.

David, the boys
will be home in a few days.

I wish you'd stay over
and meet them.

I think
I'd better be on my way.

I'm glad we
met again, Victoria.

So am I.

And thank you for everything.

No, I'm the one
that should be grateful.

Bye, Audra.

Where will you be going?

Going? [chuckles]

To look for ambergris.

Do you think he'll find it?

The ambergris?

Yes...

Yes, this time,
I think he will.

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