The Arizona Kid (1939) - full transcript

[BELLS RINGING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ROY:(SINGING) The boys around
the bunkhouse sing a cowboy

melody, yoda lady, yoda
lo-ta-lo lady, lo-ta-lo.

It's home sweet home to me.

Let the "ci-otes" keep a howling
traveling on that lone prairie,

yoda lady, yoda
lo-ta-lo lady, lo-ta-lo

it's home sweet home to me.

Keep a-singing, Mr.
Bluebird, all you have to do.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Bluebird,
to sing along with you.

Take me back to
fields of clover,



where about the roof should be.

Yoda lady, yoda lo-ta-to,
lady, lo-ta-loo.

It's home sweet home to me.

Haven't seen you, Mr. Neighbor,
long as we've been gone.

That corral's a-waiting,
neighbor, to hang my saddle on.

Going to serenade my lady--

--Hey, Roy,

ROY: (SINGING) a
banjo on my knee--

-Stop that caterwaulilng!

ROY: (SINGING) Yoda lady, yoda
lo-ta-to, lady, lo-ta-loo.

It's home sweet home to me.

-Every time you start singing,
this nag's heels starts flying.

-That's what you been saying
all the way from Arizona.

Why don't you call it quits?



-Quit nothing, I
told ya I was going

to break this walleyed
callious o drive,

and by cracky, I'll do 'er.

Ain't no dad blamed horse
going to make a fool out of me.

I'll take the run out of ye.

Stretch your legs
you ornery broomtail.

-He's all right, Trigger.

He'll find his way to town.

-You picked a mighty gloomy
time to come back, Roy.

All you hear is talk
of war and secession.

-Well, I thought Missouri
voted to stay in the Union.

-Legally, we are loyal.

But morally, we've got
a divided household.

If war does come it will
probably take every resource

the South possesses.

Oh, by the way, don't
worry about your horses.

I'll take them off
your hands myself.

-Hm, thanks a lot, Mr. Morrison.

But that's a little out
your line, isn't it?

-The way conditions
are, good horses

are going to be at a premium.

-Well, we won't have any
trouble making a deal.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-I guess I'm hearing
things, Trigger.

I could have sworn I
recognized that whistle.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-How dare you?

Can't a person walk down the
street without being insulted?

-I'm sorry, ma'am.

-Well, should
think you would be.

[WHISTLE]

-Why, Dave, you old hyena.

-The Arizona kid, himself.

What are you doing
back in Missouri?

-It's a long story.

-Well come on let's have a
talk and drink this thing over.

-You do the drinking.

I'll eat.

I'm hungry enough
to chew field corn.

-Well, you came to
the right place.

I'll introduce you to
the best cook in Kelso.

[LAUGHING]

-Hey, Joe, look who's here.

JOE: Hello, Roy.

-Howdy, Joe.

-Fix me a drink while I
get Roy something to eat.

-Come back with me and I'll
take you in as a partner.

-No thanks.

If I ever have anything
to do with horses,

I won't raise 'em I'll race 'em.

-Then, uh, what are
you going to do?

-Plenty, soon as I get the
sort of proposition I want.

-Dave, old son, you're drifting.

-Who says, I am?

I'm considering a
proposition right now.

Looks good, too, if we have war.

-You'll never make
any money soldiering.

-Eh, any time I fight it
won't be for four bits a day.

I gonna ride with a real leader.

A man who knows how
to make war pay.

-Who is he?

-Well, if you must know,
he's the best friend

the South has ever had
in the state of Missouri.

-Not if he means easy money.

-Maybe that's the kind I like.

-It's the kind that
will get ya in trouble.

-It's McBride.

-McBride's coming in!

-Come on, Roy.

It's Val McBride.

-Sorry to bust up
your game, Roy,

but their liable
to wreck the place.

-Well, where you been
this time, McBride?

-Give you one guess.

-I bet you've been over
playing tag with those Kansans.

-You're right the first time.

Where's Bess Warren?

-Right here, Val.

-Present for you.

-Val McBride, you angel.

-Here, here.

You'll have all
these folks thinking

that I'm in love with you
instead of your cooking.

[LAUGHING]

-Hello, Dave.

-Hello, Captain McBride.

-Been waiting long?

-No, no.

Not at all.

-Things are working out fine.

Lots better than we expected.

-Step up, everybody.

The drinks are on the house.

-A true southern hostess.

[LAUGHING]

-You know, one of
these days I'm going

to buy you the finest
place in Missouri.

-You look worried
about something.

-I am, Dave, you're
in bad company.

-McBride?

You got him all wrong.

If you mean those
raids over in Kansas?

-That's exactly what I mean.

He's the worse
cutthroat that ever

put a torch to a farmhouse.

-Well, they had it coming.

Why there isn't a
man in Kansas who

wouldn't shoot McBride on sight.

-And I'll tell why.

He went in there pretending
he was their friend.

Jord Bannon, he called himself.

Then he turned on
them and sold 'em out.

-What was that name I heard?

-Bannon, Jord Bannon.

-I never heard of Jord Bannon.

Neither did you.

-That's funny, your the
spitting image of him,

even with that scar.

[GUNSHOT]

-Scratch, that ceiling.

HENCHMAN: Hey McBride!

Hey, McBride!

McBride, Union troops coming.

We'd better hit the road.

-And you better hit it fast.

-You're all wrong about McBride.

Why, there isn't a
man in his command

who wouldn't die for
him if he had to.

Why, they all swear by him.

-He's got you fooled.

I can see that.

Send that to Ed Mason
over in Banes, Kansas.

He'll be glad to get
it, if he's still alive.

GABBY: What's the idea?

I ain't done nothing.

Turn me lose, you
blue-nosed Yanks.

What do you want with me?

-You're a friend of
McBride's, aren't you?

-Me, a friend of that skunk's?

Ah, you don't know what
you're talking about.

-Anything wrong, Lieutenant?

-We have it on
reliable authority

that McBride was seen
heading this way.

-Oh, I hope not.

-If anyone here has seen or
heard of Val McBride, speak up.

-What?

Now wait a minute, I can
tell you about-- oop,

-What's that?

-Uh, oh, what I was
going to say is,

you're just wasting
your time trying

to get anything out of us.

-Well, for your
information, McBride

has been outlawed by
the federal government.

Anyone found harboring
or protecting him

will be found equally
guilty of treason.

-Boy, you sure gave me a scare.

-Yeah, and you sure
gave me a blister.

-How long have
you known McBride?

-You know, I can't
figure you, Roy.

First you're ready
to fight McBride.

Then when you have a
chance to square accounts,

you don't even open your mouth.

-I know how he operates.

Five lone soldiers wouldn't
have a dog's chance

against that mob
of bushwhackers.

-He just left town, sir.

He rode south about
10 minutes ago.

-Roy!

Roy, them fool soldiers have
gone chasing McBride after all.

-Well, they'll be ambushed.

We've got stop 'em.

-Hey, Chief, look what
we're running from.

-Five little tin soldiers.

-Boys, we ought to be
ashamed of ourselves.

-Better than shooting rabbits.

-I reckon they had
just a little too

much spunk for their own good.

-They didn't even have
a fighting chance.

-I don't like it no
better than you do,

but I've got to
make out a report.

-Jones, you rode out there.

What's your opinion?

-Oh, I'd say it was
Indians, Sheriff.

-All right, that's
what I'll put down.

-Doggone their lying souls.

-What's the use?

Even if we had proof, that
sheriff wouldn't do anything.

He's afraid to go after McBride.

-That isn't Roy Rogers.

It couldn't be.

-That's who it is.

The same fellow you
slapped this morning.

-Dave, you're joking.

-No I'm not.

It's the same Roy Rogers who
used to fight with me to see

who would carry your
books home from school.

-I can't believe it.

-I'll go over and get him.

-Oh, no, Dave.

Not now., please.

I'd rather wait till tomorrow
night and surprise him.

Do you have those invitations?

-Right here.

-Well, make him promise
to come, but don't

say anything about me.

-I won't, beautiful.

-All right, Henry.

-Roy, you remember
Doc Radford who

lived on the other side of town?

-Sure I do.

-Well, I hope to ye.

Didn't I ride and get Doc
Radford the day Roy was born?

Heh, you're darn tooting, I did.

Rode 20 miles through
a howling blizzard.

-Well, he heard you were in town
and asked me to give you these.

-Hey, what does that
R. S. V. P. Mean?

Is that some kind of a
new secret organization?

-When are you gonna
get smart and marry me?

-When are you going to
get a job and settle down?

-They're here.

-Gentlemen, I'll
make you a wager.

The best horse in Missouri
against a bloodhound.

Within 30 days, Jeff Davis
will have a solid South

from the Mason-Dixon
line to the gulf.

-Ha, ha, You'll have
to find a Republican

to take that wager, Doctor.

-Or a Kansan.

[LAUGHING]

-Howdy, Dr. Radford.

-Well, sir.

It's high time you were
looking up your old friend.

-Sure glad to see you again.

You remember Mr.
Whittaker, don't you?

-Hm!

Do I. How are you old timer?

-Fit's a fiddle, Jason.

-There's Laura over
there now, Roy.

She wants to see you.

-My granddaughter.

The last time you saw her,
she was wearing pigtails.

-I remember a scrawny kid
with freckles and a pug nose.

Right, Dave?

-If that's all you remember,
you've got a surprise coming.

[LAUGHING]

-Now where did she go?

I'll find her.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET
CHARIOT']

[SIGH]

-My durn feet,
they're killing me.

-Listen.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET
CHARIOT']

Let's go over.

-Not on your life.

I'm staying right here.

Blasted boots.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET
CHARIOT']

-(SINGING) I looked over
Jordan, and what did I

see coming for to carry me home?

A band of angels
coming after me,

coming for to carry me home.

-Who's that singing
like an angel?

-It's Master Roy, his self.

(SINGING) --chariot, coming
for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do,
coming for to carry me home,

tell all my friends
I'm a-coming too,

coming for to carry me home.

[CLAPPING]

-You should take a bow.

-I-- I didn't expect
to see you here.

-You're sorry?

-Yes, ma'am.

I-- I mean, no ma'am.

I'm glad your here
so I can explain

about yesterday morning.

-Well, I'm the one who
should apologize, Mr. Rogers.

-Uh, how did you know my name?

-Well, why shouldn't I?

I'm the scrawny little kid
who tagged at your heels

when I was in pigtails.

-You don't mean Laura?

-Well, I got rid
of the freckles,

but there wasn't much I
could do about the pug nose.

-Up to your old
tricks again, I see.

Still trying to steal
my girl away from me.

-Oh come on you
two, I don't want

to see any black eyes
or bruised knuckles.

-Mammy Lou, if you
was my cook, I'd

eat chicken three meals a day.

-Mr. Gabby, you is
the flatteringest man.

[LAUGHING]

-Well, I'll be a
knock-kneed bobcat.

-You'll be a which?

-Oh, forget it.

-Pardon me, gentlemen.

May I have this dance?

-Why, of course.

-Pardon, ma'am.

Is there anybody
you want to see?

-Yes, there is.

-Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention please!

Word has just been
received that Fort

Sumter has been fired upon.

The war is on.

-Pardon.

-Three cheers for
the Confederacy.

-Hurray!

Hurray!

Hurray!

-Your attention.

A word to the
gentleman here tonight.

The South has sounded
the call to arms.

Missouri has turned her
back on the Confederacy,

but that won't keep the
southern sons of this state

for fighting for Jeff Davis.

-Hurray!

-What did I tell you?

-I don't know how you feel,
but speaking for myself,

I can say that I'm ready to
fight for the Confederacy

with every man in my command.

[CROWD MURMURING]

-Dave, we leave
town in 30 minutes.

-Dave, you're not
riding with McBride?

-Why not?

-Well, I don't blame you
for wanting to go to war.

I'm going to fight
for the South myself.

But if you really want
to serve the Confederacy,

join the regular army,
wear the uniform.

Don't fight for a
black leg like McBride.

-He's talking mighty
good sense, son.

-Don't tell me what to do.

-Can't you see what he's after?

All he wants is a chance
to loot, murder, and burn.

-You've had your say,
now I'll have mine.

I need money.

I need it bad and
I need it fast.

McBride's offered me the chance
I want and I'm taking it.

[SHOOTING]

-You don't need to
draw on us, mister.

We're here to help you.

-I've had enough
help for one day.

Clear out of here!

-Now wait a minute.

We ain't Bluecoats,
we're scouts attached

to the Confederate army.

-The last bunch was
Confederates, too.

Anyhow, they were
wearing the uniform.

-I know, but rebel
soldiers raiding

rebel folks don't make sense.

-It does to me.

There's only one lowdown
traitor who could do it.

-McBride!

-Who else?

We're on our way to the
Army of the West, sir.

I'll see that General Stark
hears about this outrage.

-Chief of Scouts for
Generals Longstreet,

Beauregard, and
Stonewall Jackson.

I don't mind saying Captain
Rogers, I'm glad to get you.

-Thank you, sir.

-The hardest job
you and your scouts

will have is keeping our
lines of communication open.

We're gradually being
forced out of Missouri.

Any hour now, I expect
the order to retreat.

-General, I'd like
to ask if Captain

McBride is attached
to this command?

-Yes, I am sorry to say.

What do you know about him?

-Only this.

I've ridden through
every county between here

and the Tennessee line.

Wherever I went, I
found wreck and ruin

because of McBride
and his raiders.

-I've already sent for him.

I'm putting a stop to
his outrageous attacks

on civilians.

We have all we can
do to fight the war.

-You better wait for
me at camp, Dave.

And see that the men look to
their horses before they eat.

-Right.

-Captain McBride reporting, sir.

-At ease, Captain.

The War Department
has instructed

me to answer your
petition for promotion

under the Rangers Partisan Act.

-What do I get for my
services to this Act, sir?

Colonelcy?

-A reprimand.

-Did I understand the General?

-Evidence, both
civilian and military,

has reached this Board of
Inquiry regarding your tactics.

Your promotion is
refused on the grounds

that you failed as a gentleman
and a Southern officer

to observe even the
commonest decencies of war.

In short, Captain McBride, the
Confederacy cannot and will not

tolerate looting and the
killing of civilians.

-Lies, dirty rotten lies.

I'll have satisfaction if I
have to go to Richmond myself.

-My advice to you is to thank
this board for giving you

a last chance to
erase the blot you've

placed on the Confederacy.

A stigma so black that
your name has become

linked with every conceivable
form of brutality.

-Let me tell you something.

Fighting on paper in the halls
of West Point is one thing.

Fighting it out on the
frontier's another thing.

The tough fight calls
for tough fighters.

If you had listened
to me, the army

wouldn't be getting
ready to retreat

out of Missouri right now.

[TABLE SLAP]

-Captain McBride!

You'll conform to orders
or face court-martial.

That's final.

I expect you to wait for
further instructions.

Dismissed.

-I volunteered to
fight for the South.

I gave her better
men, better equipment,

the best fighting unit
in the entire South.

Haven't we done our
share of the fighting?

But what do we get?

Reprimand, from a
bunch of stiff shirts.

A bunch of long-hairs
who think they

can tell Val McBride
how to fight.

They say we've
disgraced their colors.

I say, let's fight
under our own flag.

-They can't tell us what to do.

-We're with you.

-We'll show 'em.

-The devil take the South.

From now on out, we're
fighting for ourselves.

-Roy!

-Laura, I'm surprised
to see you here.

-Where else would I be?

-Dr. Radford.

-I'm glad to see you, Roy.

-You've got to leave.

The Union troops are closing in.

-I'm getting a little
too old to run.

-Have you seen Dave?

-Once.

It was months ago when
we took Lexington.

I whistled at him
when he rode past.

-Why, it's Mr. Morrison.

-Troops have moved out without
taking a consignment of gold

at the bank.

-Yes, and it's sure to be
confiscated by the Federals.

-Well, we'll get it.

--You're durn tooting we will.

And we'll blow that
bank to kingdom come.

-They headed south,
Roy and five other men.

-That's fine, Bess.

Looks like you're going to
get your new place after all.

-Well, you have to kill them
before you get that gold.

-Any objections?

-I guess not.

-All right, men, we ride.

[GUNSHOTS]

-What's up?

-I'm going back.

-You can't.

If McBride finds
out, he'll kill you.

-I'll take my chances on that.

-Get on your feet, Bushwhacker.

-Dave!

-Yeah, it's me.

-Put that gun down, I
came back to help Roy.

-You've come back to rob him.

-It will be worth my life
if McBride knew I was here.

And don't forget, I
didn't have to come back.

Now put that gun down
and give me a hand.

Roy is still alive.

-I can take care of that boy
without no help from you.

-With what?

Just look at you.

Steady!

-All right, you win.

Where do we take him?

-There's a squatters cabin
about five miles down the road.

You'll find your horse
over there in the brush.

-How do you do, ma'am?

-Huh!

Well, you give me a start
when you first come up.

I thought you was Yankees.

Why, the poor man's hurt.

-He's badly wounded.

I'll pay you well if you take
him in and send for a doctor.

-Ain't no doctors near by, but
he's welcome to anything here.

-Well, thanks.

We'll bring him in.

-I'll get the bed ready.

-No idea how glad I am to
get these vittles, mister.

With the army a-begging
my corn and my hogs.

The guerrillas a-raiding
the smokehouse.

There ain't nothing left to
keep body and soul together.

-His breathing's better
and his fever is down.

-Oh, he's pulled through
worse scrapes than this.

-Well, if he does, you
won't be here to see it.

-Maybe you're right.

I wouldn't want him to know.

-I mean about me
being with the men--

-Oh, don't worry.

I'd cut my heart
out before I'd break

his over a measly
skunk like you.

-You never did have
much use for me.

-Why should I?

I always knowed you
was trifling and weak

right down to the core.

But I stood for you, because Roy
wouldn't have it any other way.

Trying to help him now don't
change matters with me none.

But if you ever
come near him again,

I'll drill you right 'twixt
the eyes, so help me.

Now get out here
and ride, before he

comes to and finds you.

-Hey, Captain!

This man says Rogers
is still alive.

-What do you mean?

-That's what I heard.

He's alive and gunning for you.

HENCHMAN: Ah, ah.

-Aw, no.

Eh!

-Roy, there's one thing
I never could understand.

Why you would have
anything to do

with a no good feller like Dave?

-Dave's all right, Gabby.

He just got off to a
bad start, that's all.

-Well, maybe so.

He did show he wasn't
all bad when you was shot

and he come back to help ye.

-Why didn't you
tell me this before?

-Good reason why,
you being so young

and lacking the experience
I had, I figured maybe you'd

give up the chase for McBride.

-We'll find him.

-Ha, ha.

Your durn tooting we will.

There's one thing about
following a skunk,

it ain't hard to
keep on his trail.

Heh!

-Seems kind of deserted like.

-Look at this.

-Well, for once the Union
Army has done us a favor.

-This order's going
to help plenty.

McBride and his men are going
to be smoked out in the open.

-We got riding to do.

-You bet we have.

And we're going to travel
straight to headquarters.

-That border country
has always been

one of McBride's strongholds.

He could holdup there
for weeks and have

plenty of backwoods friends
to feed him and give

him warning in case of trouble.

-We'll get him now.

All we need is a handful of men
to hammer his trail, keep him

and his guerrillas on the move.

-How do you propose to get
through the Union lines?

-Soldiers will
never get McBride,

he could see those
uniforms a mile off.

I'll need about
eight volunteers.

Men who know the
Missouri trails and who

have personal reasons for
wanting to get McBride.

-Very well.

I'll give you
authority to muster

the necessary volunteers.

The South has had enough
of this lawless guerrilla.

Uh, but tell me
one thing, Captain.

Where are you going
to look for him?

-I can't say, sir.

But I have hunch I know
about where to start.

-Good luck.

-Thank you, sir.

-McBride, never heard of him.

-Oh, that's too bad.

Trying to join up
with him again.

Got separated during
the last raid.

-Wait, I guess I can tell you.

He was here yesterday.

Him and a young
feller named Dave.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-Stop whistling for that horse.

Somebody might hear you.

-He's coming now.

-Henry, is the doctor here?

-Yes, sir, Mr. Dave.

-Get our horses out of sight.

-Yes, sir.

-I'm telling myself I'll
see that murdering guerrilla

in his grave before I'll
lift a hand to help him.

Where is this
thieving cutthroat?

-Right here, Dr. Radford.

-Did I understand you to say
you refuse to fix this wound?

-That's what I said.

-You either take the
bullet out of this arm

or the next one out of here.

-Grand, please.

-We'll pull up at Dr.
Radford's and rest the horses.

-These horses ain't
tired and you know it.

What do you want to stop for?

-Just to have a look around.

-Take it easy you old hypocrite.

-I like to see you squirm.

Maybe you'll remember
this the next time

you put a bullet
through somebody.

Too bad the party that did
this wasn't a better shot.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

-It's Roy.

-Sorry to trouble you, but
we're not finished yet.

But remember, the
doctor's with me.

-Mammy Lou, you answer the door.

-Wait here.

-Ah, you ain't fooling me none.

You've come here to that
female Radford woman.

[LAURA SINGING]

-Well, howdy, Mammy Lou.

You're looking well.

-Maybe I am, but I'm
feeling kind of pale.

-Is that Laura?

-Uh-huh, yes, Mr. Roy.

But Mr. Roy--

LAURA: (SINGING) If you
only knew, I'm pining.

Pining just to be--

Well, look who's here.

-Well, howdy, Laura.

Don't let me stop you.

That was beautiful.

-It's the first time
I've played in months.

I'm afraid it's a
little out of tune.

-Sounded all right to me.

How's the doctor?

Is he around?

-Why, yes.

He's here somewhere.

-I'd like to see
the old fire-eater.

Where is he?

-Well, didn't you
come to see me?

-Well, yes, of course.

I just wanted to have
a little talk with him.

-Remember this one?

-Sure I do.

Mammy Lou used to sing it
to us when we were so high.

(SINGING) Lazy old moon, keep
shining, shining down for me.

Lazy old moon, I'm
pining, pining just

to be on that old plantation,
where I used to roam.

Light my weary way back home.

-Well, no wonder my foot hurt.

How do suppose that horseshoe
nail got in my boot?

-(SINGING) --
shining down for me.

On that old plantation
where I used to roam,

light my weary way back home.

Lazy old moon, keep shining,
shining down for me.

-Where did this blood come from?

-I-- I don't know.

-Looking for me?

-I was.

-Laura, I'm surprised at you.

The minute I turn my back, I
find my rival cutting in again.

-Dave, you're not
fooling anyone.

I know McBride's here.

-If you think so, why
don't you call your men in?

-You know why.

They'd kill you
right along with him.

-Well, that's what you
came for, isn't it?

-You helped save my
life the last time.

I'm paying off that debt.

I'm giving you one last chance
to get away from McBride

and stay away.

-You don't owe me anything.

-Dave, you're all wrong.

You've got to listen to him.

-Your all wasting your time
preaching sermons to me.

Sure I'm wrong.

I've been wrong ever
since I started.

I knew what I was doing
when I joined McBride.

I like his way of
fighting a war.

I like the tight corners we've
been in and fought our way out

of. , Yeah, I like the
whole exciting mess.

-If you're all through,
get this straight.

I left the army for one
reason, to get McBride.

And I'm going to get him.

Only the next time, you
had better not be with him,

because if you are, I'll
have to get you, too.

-Dave, I'm ashamed of you.

-Let's get started.

-It's McBride.

I've been waiting for you.

We run into a Confederate
dispatch rider.

He was carrying this.

Just wasn't his lucky day.

-That's more like it.

If we can get a hold
of that ammunition,

we can hold our men together.

-That ought to be easy.

There won't be no detachment
of troops to meet 'em.

-Go get on your horse
and tell the boys

we'll reassemble at Stoneridge.

-Why, it's one of McBride's men.

Says something here about
a shipment of ammunition.

-They may try to head it off.

We've got to warn 'em.

One of you men take care of him.

Get up!

-The ammunition train is
coming up the valley now.

-How many men?

-Three wagons.

The driver and guard on
each one and two out riders.

-Eight men.

We won't have any
trouble handling them.

All right men.

-Captain Rogers,
on detached duty.

You're in danger of an attack
by McBride's guerrillas.

-Show him your orders
from General Stark, Roy.

We gotta work fast.

[GUNSHOTS]

-Hiya!

[SHOOTING]

-Too many of 'em!

-Nice work, Captain Rogers.

-Take care of the wounded.

We're going after McBride.

-No use running the horses.

They can't catch
us in those wagons.

What's the matter with you?

-Nothing, it's only a scratch.

Well, we've got to
have that ammunition.

We'll follow them and
we'll wait till dark.

Keep on that trail
and stay out sight.

[GUNSHOT]

ROY: Get 'em up!

Drop those guns.

-McBride!

McBride, take me with you.

-Drop that gun.

Start walking.

-Get on down off of there.

-Did you see
anything of McBride?

-He must have stopped
back with Sheldon.

-Probably he snuck off
when he heared our shots.

-The rest of them's there.

How about carrying
out our orders.

-It's gotta be done sometime.

Might just as well
get it over with.

-By order of the
Confederate States,

and the authority
vested in us you

have been tried and found
guilty of desertion and treason.

You've committed
murder and robbery

under the leadership of
the guerrilla McBride.

You are therefore sentenced,
under military law,

to pay for your crimes
with your lives.

If any of you wish
to leave letters

for your relatives
or friends, speak up.

-I know how you feel, Roy.

You go ahead.

I'll take care of this.

I'll meet you in Kelso.

-Well, look what
the storm blew in.

I thought you were a ghost.

-Not yet.

-Come on over by the
fire and dry yourself.

-Boy, that's more like it.

Howdy, Bess.

-It's pretty late, I was
just getting ready to close.

[THUNDER]

-Nice looking place
you have here.

-It isn't bad, is it?

I had to leave Kelso.

It was right in
the line of fire.

[THUNDERCLAP]

-Just like that
thunder, only worse.

Do you have much
further to travel?

-No, this is where I was headed.

I expect to meet somebody here.

-If you mean McBride,
you don't think

he'd be fool enough
to come here, do you?

-He might.

I was just thinking, McBride
has been declared an outlaw.

And there's a penalty against
any one caught hiding him.

-Is there?

[THUNDERCLAP]

-And I always thought
you were clever.

A lot more clever
than you let on.

But shielding McBride isn't
going to get you anywhere.

-Mm-hm.

Well, drink this hot
brandy, it'll do you good.

-Oh, Val!

Val!

Oh, Val, Val!

Why didn't you run away?

You still had time.

You could have made it!

-I couldn't run.

I couldn't run.

There's no other
place I could go.

Bess, we've only
got just a minute.

Take this.

It'll help you to go elsewhere.

You get a new start.

Rogers, don't make Bess
pay for what I've done.

You can do this for me.

Get me out of here
or they'll hold her.

-They won't.

You have my word.

We got McBride, sir.

-Where was he hiding?

-Over in the woods.

He was miles from anywhere.

-Captain Rogers, you're to
be commended for your service

to the Confederacy.

The death of McBride means
the end of guerrilla warfare.

-Thank you, sir.

-God willing, the war
won't last much longer

and we'll soon be
returning to our homes.

[GUNSHOTS]

-I see you're smiling again.

You must have patched
up the argument.

-Of course we did.

-Doggone them ornery boots.

-You've got a big hole in it.

Why don't you get it fixed?

-Ha!

I never thought
anything about that.

[LAUGHING]

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