03x12 - Four Days to Furnace Hill

[bunniefuu]

[woman screaming]

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Hold it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Let me out.

Please let me out.

We're coming, dear.

Did he try and get fresh
with you in there?

No. I can't stand it
in there anymore.

I know just what
you mean.

Must be a mite warm
in there, huh?

You see them rocks
over there?

Now, why don't you and I...

walk over there
in the shade...

and let you get
a little bit of fresh air.

Would you like that?

Get back inside there.

Lock him in there.

Come right here
with me, now.

Just walk real slow.

We'll make
one little stop here.

Get us a little bit
of this.

Would you like
a little bit of this?

There you go.

Would you like
a little bit of this?

No.

It's too bad that you're
feeling so poorly.

We still got four days
to go till Furnace Hill.

I can't get back
in that sweatbox anymore.

Please let me ride
outside.

Honey, I don't make
the rules.

The men that own the prison
make the rules.

And the rules says
that all prisoners

got to ride inside
the wagon at all times.

But...

you know the old saying
about rules, don't you?

Hmm?

That they're meant
to be broke?

Now, maybe you and I
could work a little
something out.

I mean, when you get
to Furnace Hill,

you're gonna find out
mighty quick girl

that, uh, being nice
to the guards

is gonna make life
a whole lot easier
for you.

Get up.

Come on, get up.

♪ [theme]

Good morning, Harvey.

Morning, Mrs. Barkley.

Ohh, it's sure
a hot one today.

Well, is there
any other kind of day

in this part of
the country?

Well, now that you
mention it...

no, I guess not.

I guess that
stockholders' meeting
out at the mine

is gonna be
pretty hot, too.

What makes you say that?

Well, I heard
a couple of
the stockholders

talking about
cutting back
production.

That's gonna
hurt Hays Center
pretty bad.

Oh, don't you worry
about that, Harvey.

I'm sure the Barkley family
has enough stock

to prevent anything
like that from happening.

Well, folks here are
sure gonna be happy

to hear that,
Mrs. Barkley.

I almost forgot.

A telegram
just came for you.

-Oh, dear.
-Is something wrong?

It's from Heath
and Jarrod.

They were supposed
to be here for the
stockholders' meeting,

but now they're delayed
in Sharpville
until tomorrow.

Well, I guess I 'll have
to go by myself.

Would you get me a buggy,
please, Harvey?

Sure, right away.
Uh, but...

look, that trip
out to the mine
is pretty long.

Do you want
a driver?

Oh, no, I can manage.

I can't tell you how much
this town appreciates

what you and your family
have done for us.

We just wish
there was something
we could do for you.

Oh, there is, Harvey,
there is. But, uh...

I'm afraid it's impossible.

-Now, you just name it.
-All right.

On my next visit,
could you possibly--

Could you just possibly--

Arrange for
a nice cloudy day?

[both laugh]

That's good enough.

[sighs]

You still get $100
for the woman?

Furnace hill only pays
for live bodies.

Oh?

You know, this being
your first trip
with me, boy,

I think I 'd better
explain to you

exactly how it is
that it happened.

Now, I let that woman
out of there

so she could get her
some fresh air.

And then she tried
to escape from me.

And, in running away,
she fell down

and cracked
her head on a rock
and k*lled herself.

And it wasn't nobody
else's fault but her own.

You understand that?

-Huh?
-Si.

The reason for that is,
that woman's worth $3,000

to the men
who run that prison.

$3,000?

That's right.

You see,
the territorial government

pays you $50 a month
per prisoner,

and that woman was supposed
to do five years.

Now, five years
at $50 a month--

That's $3,000.

Boy, I don't need
to tell you, that's
a lot of money,

and I don't think
the gents at Furnace Hill

would look down upon me
too kindly

if they was to
find out that I...

And that's why
you're gonna keep
your mouth shut, boy.

What about him, Captain?

Well...

Get out.

You're gonna be
riding alone
from now on.

That girl
tried to escape.

Heh.

"Escape."

Well, like you say...

the lady tried to escape.

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

Hello.

I hit a rock
and lost a wheel.

I wonder if you'd be
kind enough

to help me
get it back on.

Thank you.

You pick it up.
I'll put the wheel on.

You passed us
a while back there
on the road.

That's right.

You from around here?

No.

Just visiting?

I'm on my way to the
Rose Mountain mine.

Come on.
Up higher.

Where are you from?

Stockton, California.

That's a long way,
ain't it?

Mm-hmm.

Forget it.

We don't need to lose
our $100 after all.

Put her in the wagon.

Put her in the wagon.

No! No!

No! No! No! No!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go.

Ohh!

I want you to get
that rig out of sight

and run
that horse off.

Señor?

What's the matter?
You boys don't
understand?

We done got ourselves
another Flo Briggs.

Them boys
at Furnace Hill

ain't gonna know
the difference.

Come on,
get it done.

Now. Now.

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

MAN: Last lady
who yelled that

never got back in
again.

You'd better
save your strength.

You're gonna need it
when you get to
Furnace Hill.

Furnace Hill?

Never heard of it?

It's a prison.

About four days
due east of here,

as the buzzards fly.

What do they want
with me?

It's simple enough.

Mr. Skeels
lost a prisoner--

A woman--
Name was Flo Briggs.

-He k*lled her.
-k*lled her?

Because she wouldn't--

Well, that's irrelevant.
The point is, she's dead,

and you're taking her place.

Because Mr. Skeels
gets $100 on the hoof.

That's what he gets
for every prisoner
he brings in.

But when I get
to the prison

and I tell them
who I am--

Ha ha! I want to see you
try to tell them

you're not Flo Briggs.

Lady...

you're on your way
to a black pit.

If you think
Gabe Skeels is bad,

wait till you meet the men
who run Furnace Hill.

The territory is gonna
give them $50 a month

to try to keep you
locked up.

That's all you're
worth to them--


They won't give a hoot
who you are

or how you got there.

But you could
tell them who I am.

They wouldn't
listen to me,

even if I tried
to tell them...

which I assure you, madam,
I am not going to do.

Oh, you must!

Now, listen to me.

I know Furnace Hill.

I've had friends
who were sent there.

It's a jungle.

It's something
out of the dark ages.

You're alone there,
all alone.

The only thing
that matters

is trying
to stay alive.

You mind your business
and do what you're told,

and maybe, just maybe,

you won't leave it
in a box.

[thud]

[neighing]

-Vaya, caballos!
-Hyah!

Vaya, caballos!

Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

-Come on!
-Vaya!

[shouting continues]

It ain't gonna come,
Captain.

Come on.

Close it.

Here, push.

[shouting in Spanish]

Captain!

Go get her!

Stay right where
you are.

Move.

All the way over.
Start pushing.

Ohh!

[shouting in Spanish]

Where'd you think
you was goin'?

You--

You--

You're an animal!

Ohh!

At $100 a head,

think you can afford
to k*ll two women
in one day?

Shut up.

Keep an eye on him.

I'm gonna water
the horses.

That wasn't very smart.

I didn't ask your
opinion, mister...

Burke Jordan.

And who are you?

Flo Briggs.

[laughs]

Before that.

Victoria Barkley.

Victoria Barkley?

From Stockton,
California?

Yes.

[laughing]

No. I don't believe it.

Ah! Too good
to be true!

What's so amusing
about it?

Hey, Skeels!
Come here!

Come here! Ha!

What do you want?

-You know who you got here?
-Who?

That's Victoria Barkley.

The Stockton,
California Barkleys.

So?

Skeels, you haven't
been keeping up.

Everybody knows
Victoria Barkley.

That's one of the most
respectable families

in the whole state
of California.

Oh, yeah, very,
very respectable.

Very rich, too.
Right, Mrs. Barkley?

She owns one of
the largest ranches

in the whole
San Joaquin Valley.

She's got money to burn.

Heh. And you're selling
her to those pigs
in Furnace Hill

for $100,

and she's gonna wind up
just one more number.

And for some reason,

that seems to be a great
source of delight to you,
Mr. Jordan.

Lady, you just
don't know.

You just don't know
how much pleasure
it gives me

to see a fine,
rich lady like you--

Shut up.

Yes.

Yes, I 've got money.

And she'll pay you.
Let her go.

Right, Mrs. Barkley?

Shut up.

How much?

How much do you want?

Well...

if what the man says
is true--

If you're really
as rich as he says--

How about $5,000?

All right.

Now, let's have it.

I'll get it for you
in Hays Center.

Oh, you can get it
for me in Hays Center?

Honey, there's
a lot of things

you could get for me
in Hays Center...

including being arrested
for kidnapping.

-Put them back in the wagon.
-Oh, no!

I'll give you more.
I'll give--

Why?

Why?

You mean, why do I
hate you, Mrs. Barkley?

Do you?

No, Mrs. Barkley.

Just your money.

Move.

Move!

Something on your mind?

I was just wondering
why a man like you

is being sent
to Furnace Hill.

For k*lling a bank clerk
in silver city.

The fool went for a g*n
under the counter.

I didn't have a choice.

I'd have been hanged,

but I have
some gold buried

that the territory
wants back,

and they didn't want
to do anything

that would discourage me
from talking.

For a man who's going
to spend the rest of
his life in prison,

you seem very casual
about it.

Well, the way I look
at it, Mrs. Barkley,
is this--

A man never can tell
quite what's gonna happen.

As long as he's breathing,
he's got a chance.

And who knows?

I may never get
to Furnace Hill.

Oh, boy.
Here comes dinner.

Your ladyship.

Of course, I realize
this isn't the kind of
cuisine you're used to,

but, then,
this isn't the palace
in San Francisco, is it?

Oh?

You know San Francisco?

I was stationed
at the presidio

right after I graduated
from west point.

Then I went back
after the w*r,

built myself a house
on Russian Hill.

Spent a half a million
dollars on it.

It was quite a house.


a dozen servants,

and I lived there
all alone

for two weeks
out of every year.

What business
were you in?

I was a mining engineer.

I spent all my time
in camps.

Then one day I took a flyer
on an old glory hole

everybody said
had been worked out.

Hit a vein
that ran from there

till a year from Tuesday.

In three months,
I was worth $3 million.

You don't believe
a word of it, do you?

Should I?

It's the truth.

And I believe it.

You better eat.

It's slop, but it'll
get worse in Furnace Hill.

I'm not going
to Furnace Hill.

Oh?

They'll have to
k*ll me first.

[groans]

What happened?

To what?

Your $3 million.

I lost it.

How?

I built a railroad
in Colorado...

from my mine right through
the mountains to Durango--

All but 30 miles of it
anyway.

Then I ran out of money.

Tried to borrow some.
And I couldn't do it.

Why not?

Because a syndicate
of bankers

wanted to freeze me out,
that's why.

Oh, they were
very polite

and very well-mannered
about it.

When they were finished,

they even owned
the boots I was wearing.

You might even know
some of those gentlemen,
Mrs. Barkley.

Some of them might even be
your good friends.

They're your kind.

And, uh...

did my kind
put you in here?

It all depends on
how you look at it.

I decided I was gonna
try to get some of
my money back

from those
worthy gentlemen.

I made a list
of their banks.

I got me
some men together.

We hit seven of them

before the law cornered us
at Gold River a few weeks ago.

I got caught.

Two of my men escaped,

and the rest got k*lled.

Why are you so interested
in me, Mrs. Barkley?

Because I--

Well, I just
don't think you're
the kind of man

who would go
to Furnace Hill
without a fight.

It all depends.

If you think I'm as dead-set
against it as you are,
you're wrong.

If it comes to a choice
between Furnace Hill
and dying,

I'll take Furnace Hill.

But you have plans.

Do I?

I think so.

Good night, Mrs. Barkley.

Jarrod, Heath,
good to see you again.

-Mac, how are you?
-Fine, fine.

How far down are you, Mac?

We broke 400 feet

at the main shaft yesterday.

If you'll just let us
keep goin'...



Well, I think we intend
to do just that.

The other stockholders

are down looking
at the main shaft now.

By the way,
wasn't your mother supposed
to come out with you?

Isn't she here?

Here? No.

She hired a buggy in town
and rode out yesterday.

I haven't seen her.

Something must have
happened to her.

I think we'd better
take a look.

Did you tell Skeels
the truth?

About what?

Being able to raise
$5,000 in Hays Center?

Mm-hmm.

You made a good guess
last night, Mrs. Barkley.

I do have plans.

In about an hour,

we'll be going
through a narrow pass

called Apache Gap.

Two men who got away
at Gold River

are gonna be waiting there.

I had a friend make
the arrangements

before Skeels took me
out of the jail at Gold River.

I'm gonna need some
traveling money.

What about the gold
you have buried?

There isn't any.
I gave it away,

I gambled it away,
I threw it away.

But as long as
the territory wanted to
believe I still had some,

I didn't discourage it.
It saved my life.

$5,000, Mrs. Barkley.

$5,000, and my men and I
will take you with us.

Otherwise?

Otherwise,
we leave you behind...

with Skeels.

Apparently, you don't
hate my money

as much as you pretend,
Mr. Jordan.

Yes or no, Mrs. Barkley?

I'll get the money.

-No tricks.
-No tricks.

We'll be out of this oven
in about an hour.

This is it, all right.

Apache Gap.

Suppose your men
aren't here.

They're here,
all right.

Right up
in those rocks
somewhere,

hiding.

You seem very sure
of that.

Heh. I'm positive.

They must be good friends.

Friends?

That's just a word
somebody invented

for something that
doesn't exist.

Jud and Tim
are doing this
for only one reason--

They think I 've got
some gold buried
somewhere.

Friendship
hasn't got a thing
to do with it.

You must've had to work
awfully hard at it

to become as cynical
as you are.

Yeah, that's a fact.

When I came
out of West Point,

I was a regular knight
in shining armor,

swinging
my saber around,

looking for my first
dragon to slay.

There was one thing
I didn't know
about dragons.

What's that?

They fight back.
They fight dirty.

Just like those
estimable gentlemen

who took my railroad
away from me.

Oh, they were very
expert dragons.

They knew every rotten
trick in the book.

[g*nf*re]

I told you
they were out there.

[door unlocking]

Hey, Judson! Tim!

Look over there.

You don't think
that I knew you was
up to something, boy,

the way that
you was acting?

Huh?

This gap here
is the ideal place

for a bushwhackin'.

So, I sent my two men here

around the long way,

and they surprised
them two boys

and had a little
bushwhackin' of their own.

Now, get this man a shovel.

He's got a little
burying to do.

Looks like somebody
lost a wheel.

Look at this, Heath.

It's hers.

She could've
unhitched the horse

and gone for help,
got lost.

You don't believe that,
and neither do I.

No, I don't.

Wait a second.

We got a couple of
tired horses

and a heavy wagon.

And I see a couple of
people that, uh--

A little exercise
ain't gonna hurt them
at all.

Get the shackles.

I just wanted to make sure

that you two don't get
any more ideas.

[snoring]

I better go check
the horses.

[snoring]

Captain! Captain!

Jordan and the woman--
They're gone.

Ohh! Ohh!

Get up!

Get up!

-Ohh!
-What's the matter?

I twisted my ankle.

We're never
gonna find 'em
in this dark.

They ain't goin'
nowhere out there.

We'll pick up their trail
in the morning.

He's dead.

Just hold it
right there.

[c*ck g*n]

You boys lookin'
for something?

Someone.

-Someone?
-That's right.

Our mother.

She disappeared
between Hays Center
and Rose Mountain mine.

You'll all have
to excuse me

for bein' so skittish,

but I just lost me
a couple of prisoners--

Real mean ones, too.
They k*lled my man here.

We've been out trying
to track them back there,

but I think they got
clean away.

You said your mother
disappeared

on the Hays Center road?

That's right.
We found her buggy

ten miles
outside of town,
behind some rocks.

We was on that road just
the day before yesterday.

Matter of fact,
we cut off about ten miles
outside of town.

We didn't see nobody
anywhere.

We're goin' on
to Furnace Hill now

to let them know
about these two
escaped prisoners,

and I surely will keep
my eye out for her.

Come on,
help me load him up.

A b*llet isn't going
to do that.

Well, I guess
I'm stuck with you.

-Come on.
-Where?

A little trading post,

run by an old man
named Ogden.

I staked it out when
I thought Jud and Tim

would break me out
at apache gap.

How far is it?



Doesn't make
any difference.

It's the nearest thing
to civilization

within 100 miles
in any direction.

Well, in that case,
won't Skeels guess that's
where we're going?

That's why we haven't
got any time to waste.

Find their tracks?

Not a sign of them.

You know something?
I've been thinking--

They done gone
to Ogden 's place.

That's a mighty
long walk.

Ain't no place else
for 'em to go.

Come on.

Look.

No. No, don't drink it!

It's bad!
I can smell it!

Don't drink it!
It's poisoned!

I'm sorry
I had to hit you.

Forget it.

Come on, let's move.

Jarrod,
look at that.

-They're headin' south.
-That's funny.

Didn't they say they were
goin' to Furnace Hill?

Yeah, that's
due east of here.

Who are you?

Never mind that.

Just do as you're told,
and you won't get hurt.

Well, what you want?

First get these off.

All right, we need food,
we need water,

and we need horses.

I got only one horse.

Out there.

How long
have I been out?

A little over an hour.

You could've been
five miles away by now.

Perhaps even farther.

Well, why aren't you?

Because you were hurt.

Now, look.

Let's get
one thing straight.

We don't owe
one another a thing.

Not a thing.

I didn't ask you
to stay.

You could've
gone on that--

I'll get some water.

No! Please, wait!

[wagon creaking]

Ogden!

Ogden!

Ogden!

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nf*re continues]

[click]

Jarrod.

Jarrod, Heath.

-Are you all right?
-Yes.

Yes. Yes, I'm all ri--

Who are you?

They're my sons.

Let's get him inside.

BURKE: No.

I'm comfortable
right here.

Why did you come back?

I don't know,
Mrs. Barkley.

I guess I...

always did want to take
one more crack...

at the dragon.

Just to remember
what it was like.

[door opens]

Oh, Jarrod.

Well, look who's
up and around.

How's the ankle?

Almost as good as new.

Good. What's all this?

Oh, this is some information

I had the bank get me
about Burke Jordan.

His story was true,
Jarrod.

He did own the mine,

and he was building
a railroad to Durango.

Oh?

Jarrod, did you ever
hear of Prado Valley?

Prado Valley? Yeah.

That's land the federal
government's opened
for homesteading.

Burke Jordan's railroad
runs right through it.

I think anybody
who took it over
and completed it

would be making
an excellent investment.

Mm-hmm.
Probably would.

You want me
to look into it?

Please.

We'd probably be getting
into quite a battle

with the bankers who
tried to squeeze him out.

I know.

But I want to complete
that railroad, Jarrod.

Even if it is too late
for Burke Jordan,

I want to prove that...

dragons don't always win.

♪ [theme]