19x01 - Women for Sale: Part 1

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(theme music)

(narrator)

With...

And starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

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(narrator) In the years
between 1820 and 1880,

there was a period
on the Texas frontier

little recorded by history,
a time of v*olence and fear.

Indian tribes betrayed by
government and army treaties

and incited by white traders,
gave birth to renegade bands

composed mostly of
young braves bitterly angry

at the white man's
ruthless encroachment

into the lands they
considered their birthright.

These small bands, splitting
away from the tribal structure

of Comanche, Kiowa,
and Apache, began a series

of savage raids on isolated
white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids for cattle,
horses, and human captives

had reached as far north
as the Canadian River.

And over the years, they
grew in magnitude and terror

until men, women, and
children were being carried off

and traded into sl*very.

The men who paid in gold,
r*fles, and gaudy trinkets

for these captives were a
gypsylike and notorious breed

of white and Mexican outcasts
known as Comancheros.

Eventually, they came to
be regarded as more savage

than the bands of renegades
with whom they traded,

so that by 1873, the word
Comanchero had become synonymous

with v*olence and terror.

And there was
one particular place,

a rocky fortress buried deep
in the Western wasteland,

that became a marketplace
for their traffic in human misery.

Long after Lincoln's
proclamation

had given the black
man his freedom,

a white sl*ve market flourished

in the heat and dust
of the Southern Plains.

It was a place where
families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers
and wives from husbands.

And those who witnessed
these tragedies called this place

the Valley of Tears.

(ominous music)

(woman screaming)

(men shouting)

(people screaming)

(woman) Let me go.

(all shouting)

(man laughing)

All right, all right.

Everything's gonna be all right.

A few lucky ones are
to be liberated from,

they think, the red savages.

Blue Jacket, how are you?

(Blue Jacket) She's strong.

So is an ox.

Ma'am.

Well, how are you there?

Teeth.

Well, she's not much to
look at but maybe she's got

a few years left in her.
Britt, do you think so?

All right.

One jug of whiskey, the finest.

One r*fle, the latest.

(Blue Jacket) Two r*fle.

If she was pretty-eyed, one.

(Blue Jacket) Hm.

Britt.

[girl gasps]

Let me see the lass.

No.

Easy, just let me see the lass.

Two jugs of whiskey, two r*fles.

Done.

(Mother) Please, I'm
her mother, you can't.

No!

Well, I see what
caught your eye.

How old are you, darling?

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Eighteen.

And fresh.

And growing riper by
the minute, I tell you.

I'm caught all over generous
at this one, I sure am.

Two jugs of whiskey, two r*fles.

(scoffs) Ah.

Well, what do you
think, Britt, should I offer

the ignorant savage
more for this one?

Yeah.

She looks a might timid to me.

It's a long way to Chihuahua.

(all laughing)

Well, the lad's taken
a liking to her, all right.

Two jugs of
whiskey, two r*fles...

and this.

Done.

Well, Britt, look here.

There's the hand
of God in that face.

Auburn hair too.

That's rare south of the border.

I think maybe we can turn
a darling profit with this one.

Who are you, husband?

Brother.

What are you good for?

Strong.

Good for work.

I'm not in that business.

The men I deal with are
only interested in the ladies.

What about them silver
mines at Santa Rita?

Seeing as how we're
passing them up there,

we might get maybe
a hundred for him.

One jug of whiskey.

You better take
it or you'll wind up

sh**ting him like a
lame horse anyway.

Done.

- I'm staying with...
- Dan, no.

So, now we come to you, lass.

Britt, look at those eyes.

Green with flecks
of fire and silken hair.

I ain't seen the likes
of this since Dublin.

All right, three
jugs of whiskey,

one full case of amm*nit*on
for them r*fles of yours.

No trade.

Renegades.

Either you're looting
and burning and scalping

or you're tryin' to cheat
an ignorant old Irishman.

Hoxie, show the chief that
thing that I took a fancy to

at the last mission.

That's it, yes.

Chief.

Nothing in this world grander

to drink your darling
whiskey out of, believe me.

I keep.

What are you gonna do with her?

- What do you think?
- Keep.

You take her for that.

Well, she's nothing
more than a bloody child.

No want child.

- You take.
- She needs me.

If she's with me, I
won't be able to run.

If you separate us,

someway I'll find a way
to cut your heart out.

She's right, Blue Jacket.

You take 'em both
or you'll never get

a decent night's
sleep, I promise you.

Oh, aye.

Where did you
stray from, darling?

A long way from here.

Well, we're on
our way to Mexico.

Would you care to join us?

Maybe your last chance
out with a white man.

(chuckles)

Well, what's the
matter, darling?

- Do you got no use for a man?
- When I see one.

- I'll pass on this one.
- Why?

She's a troublemaker.

She'll have the other
girls raising up in mutiny.

It's too bad.

I'd rather ride
with you, Irishman.

Sorry, darling, but you're
too strong for our blood,

used to frighten farm girls.

You'd be like putting a
hornet in with the hens.

- Sorry.
- Sure.

This is more like it.

Give him the chalice, Hoxie.

Mister?

Lawman?

My name's Dillon
from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud, Josiah McCloud.

Rachel's my
daughter-in-law and the girl,

Marcy's my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother
Dan, they took him too.

Was one of 'em wearing
a blue cavalry jacket?

That's right.

Then it's him you're after.

You got any idea
where they're taken 'em?

They'd be better off k*lled.

There's a place where
people are being traded

and sold like livestock.

sl*ve market run by white
renegades out of Mexico.

Find them.

Bring 'em back.

I'll try.

This sl*ve market, do you
have any idea what it's called?

A lot of things.

The people that have
seen it call it Valley of Tears.

(ominous music)

(Ruffian) We're moving out.

Load 'em up.

Bring that team down here.

(man) Get in there.

Move along, ladies.

Get in there now.

Keep moving.

Move towards the back there.

(woman screaming)

You... Inside.

You can't leave
my sister with them.

(Rachel) Dan.

- Dan.
- I'll do it, boy.

If they're fixing to k*ll him,
don't get caught up in it.

I've seen worse in a Dublin pub.

Get the wagon ready to roll.

Easy there, will you?

Chief, don't let your lads
bruise me merchandise.

(speaking in foreign language)

You're a bloody fool.

Now get on your feet,
we'll be getting outta here.

Buy her from that animal.

Pay him anything
he wants, please.

Oh I'd like to, laddie,

but my ship has
not come in as yet.

You know what she's in for.

Well, whatever it is,

it can't be worse than
what we'd be taking her to.

My god, please.

Laddie, the Injun's
got his heart set on her.

There's nothing even
a man like me can do.

You're no better than them.

Well, that's been said by
better men than you, me boy.

Go with him.

Or he'll k*ll you.

Please.

She's speaking sense, lad.

Come on.

I'm sorry, lass,

I was tempted to trade
the whole thing for you.

But it would've
been bad business.

I'll see you next
month, Blue Jacket.

(orchestral music)

Get him aboard, Hoxie.

(Hoxie) Get in.

(Timothy) All right,
lads, away we go.

(orchestral music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(yipping and hollering)

Come.

Leave her alone.

Take me.

Would you take care of her?

Mama.

Mama.

- Your mother will be back.
- Mama.

What's your name?

Marcy.

What's your doll's name?

Everything's gonna be all right.

(orchestral music)

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

The way I get it,
we go with him.

The rest of 'em are
headed somewheres else.

Where are they taking us?

Home to meet their mothers.

(orchestral music)

Yeah?

(Matt) Looking for a
renegade named Blue Jacket.

Pulled out early this morning.

He and them flame lickers of his

got good and loco'd last night.

Drunk renegades.

Don't mix well with
a man's supper.

He brought some
white women with him?

Yeah.

Some prime female flesh.

Why?

I was hoping to do
business with him.

Well, like I said, he
done business and left.

But I got a gal I'm
willing to bargain for.

Seventeen, a might
skinny, but she'll fill out.

There was a girl with
him I wanted to see.

She was about 18,
blonde, wearing a red dress?

She was a pretty one all right.

He made a deal on her right off.

Who bought her?

Fitzpatrick.

When'd he leave?

At late yesterday.

There was a woman
and a little girl.

Were they with him?

Who are you, mister?

I'm a trader,
just like yourself.

What's your name?

Hargis.

Hargis, never heard of you.

But if you're what you say,

someone around
here will know you.

You listen, mister, the woman
that Indian stole belonged to me

and he took her without
a-paying me a red cent.

Now, where is she?

Blue Jacket
wouldn't trade for her.

Then she's still with him?

I'm gonna give you one chance

to tell me where
they went, just one.

Now, where?

Last I seen Blue Jacket,

he was heading
toward his village.

South.

The woman was with him?

Her and another white woman.

What about the little girl?

Her too.

(dramatic music)

(Timothy laughing)

Ah yes, I was seeing
Katie steady in them days.

Of course, no good Irishman
ever gives up his heart easily.

But one day, Katie fixed
me with a baleful eye

and she said,
"Timothy Fitzpatrick,

"we've been walking
out now for seven years.

"Don't you think it's high time

"that we was getting married?"

"Married," says I.

"Are you crazy, girl?

"Who'd have us?"

(laughs)

What's the matter with you, lad?

You're usually good
for a chuckle or two.

Sorry, I was thinking.

Well, I was just
thinking that it's gonna be

about two days we'll be
reaching the Mexican border.

I think we ought to
linger there awhile.

Have some fun.

Wash some of this
trail dust out of our lungs

with some good drinking whiskey.

Hey, listen.

I know a lady down there
and she's got a younger sister,

surely she does.

Oh, she's a dazzling girl.

Dark, gypsy eyes and
a haughtiness about her

that is most pleasing.

Sounds good.

But you better not be lying
about the way this girl looks.

Lying?

- Have I ever lied to you, lad?
- Oh.

Well, maybe.

Maybe I leaned on
me imagination a bit.

Go back and tell the boys
that they can look forward

to two days of drinking.

I think it'll lift their
spirits somewhat.

(tribal drum music)

(speaking in foreign language)

Come.

No.

No.

No!

Don't fight, don't.

Mama.

(g*n fires)

Mom!

Mommy.

(sobbing)

Mommy.

(speaking in foreign language)

(tense music)

No.

No!

(birds cawing)

(ominous music)

Little girl.

What's your name?

Where'd you come from?

Go on.

You must be thirsty.

Not too much now.

If you take too much,
you might get sick.

Your name Marcy?

Marcy McCloud?

Marcy, I'm gonna
take you with me.

Now, you don't have to
be afraid, I'm your friend.

I'm a lawman.

(distant shouting)

You stay here.

(hollering)

(yipping)

(speaking in foreign language)

So it's gonna be you, huh?

(yipping)

No use fretting.

Might not be so bad.

I lived on a hog farm.

Thirty miles to the
closest neighbor.

Just me and those hogs
and my husband, Opie.

What happened to him?

They k*lled him.

Damn fool.

He went for his r*fle.

Hadn't fired it in years.

Probably didn't even work.

Only it wasn't me
he was worried about.

It was them stinking hogs.

Oh, I know it sounds hard.

But come down to it,

where I'm going can't be
any worse than where I was.

Maybe for you too.

Goodnight.

There's a chance they
won't even get us there.

How can you say that?

The law will be
following us by now.

Texas Rangers.

Even the Army, maybe.

I can't believe I'm here.

Just a few days ago, I
had a job in a dress shop.

A family.

And now they're dead.

m*rder*d.

And I'm being taken off to
be sold to the highest bidder.

No better than an animal.

I'll never be able
to live through it.

I can't, I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be
some help coming.

Help me.

Please.

I'll try.

(yipping)

(yelping)

(hollering)

(yipping)

(speaking in foreign language)

All right, all right.

Up till now, you've
been a gentleman.

Think I need a drink.

(glass shatters)

(g*ns f*ring)

(g*nsh*t)

Are there more?

Nope.

That's all of 'em.

Mrs. McCloud, I got your child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids.

And I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

Tried to put a
Kn*fe in Blue Jacket.

When'd that happen?

Yesterday.

They were gonna k*ll the
kid too but I started screaming

and they turned her loose.

Well, you did the right thing.

I found her wandering
in the desert.

Well, ain't that something.

We better clear outta here.

That buck's probably on
the way to spread the word.

The kid, where is she?

Over here.

She hasn't said a
word since I found her.

I think she's in shock.

Can't blame her, seeing
her mother get k*lled and all.

Been close to it myself
the last couple of days.

(Matt) You can help.

How's that?

She's lost her mother.

She's gonna need a woman.

You gotta be snake bit.

Me?

Mothering a kid?

I don't know anything about 'em.

Well, lady, you can learn.

Get your horse.

Where are we going?

South after Fitzpatrick.

Isn't that like looking down
the barrel of a cannon?

I don't get it.

I'm after a young
woman that was traded

to the Comancheros
by Blue Jacket.

She's from Dodge City.

Her name's Cynthia Emery.

Well, marshal, I'm
sorry about the girl,

but she's none of my business.

Yeah, maybe so, but I
still can't leave you here.

Don't tell me you're fixing
to drag me and this kid along.

I got no choice.

I'll give you one.

I'm headed for San Anton.

The fact is, I was headed there

when that mangy
son of a wolf took me.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm
still gonna have to take you

with me, Miss...
Silks, Stella Silks.

Why?

Well, why? Because we're a
hundred miles from nowhere.

The countryside's
infested with renegades.

There's no food
out here, no water.

I leave you here,
you're gonna die.

Can't get much
straighter than that.

Listen, Marshal, that
Cynthia kid, she'll make out.

When I was 18, I was...

Forget what I was doing.

I'll only slow you down.

Miss, they get her to Mexico,
you know what she's in for.

I know.

I'll get your horse.

(orchestral music)

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's gotta
be hotter than Hades.

Well, Britt, I never knew you

to show such sweet
concern before.

Well, you want 'em fat and
sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Aye, but now you're speaking

of 'em as though
they was cattle.

Ain't they?

Hoxie.

Get 'em out.

Get out of there.

Come on.

Get out.

(women screaming)

Why are you being nice to me?

I don't know.

I guess, maybe,
'cause you're scared.

Have you ever done this before?

I've done my share.

- What's your name?
- Cynthia.

Cynthia Emery.

Where'd they capture you?

Kansas.

Just a few miles
from Dodge City.

Any folks?

They were k*lled.

Hey look, come on, don't
now, it won't do you any good.

Where are you taking us?

- Mexico.
- Why?

You mean you don't know?

No.

Why?

Well, ask any one
of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business.

Female business.

Fitz calls 'em fancies, except
the ones he's talking about

get paid for it.

You ain't gonna have any choice.

Sorry, but I figured you knew.

I'll be a sl*ve.

You'll be alive.

I'd rather be dead.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

But you wouldn't,
come down to it.

Face it, it's the only
way you're gonna survive.

I'm not cut out for this.

I ache from bustle to bone.

Oh.

Mm.

(sighs)

How is she?

No change.

What day is it?

I think it's Thursday.

I'd have been in
San Anton by now,

soaking in a tub of hot water.

There's a job
waiting for me there.

And here I am in
the middle of nothing,

saddled with a lawman
and a kid who can't talk.

I'm sorry.

You pulled me
out of a tight spot.

How'd you get into this?

They hit the stage I was on.

Only one they took alive.

Stage from Abilene?

Abilene.

Devil's half-acre,
ever been there?

A time or two.

I used to work the Alamo
Saloon there on Cedar Street.

Toughest block
on this side of hell.

Up to a week ago,
I ran my own place.

I liked Abilene.

Why'd you leave?

Marshal ran me out.

I coulda stayed if I paid
him more, but I wouldn't.

Now, Abilene,
places before just...

faded memories.

What part of Kansas you from?

Dodge City.

Dodge.

Now, there's a town.

You know the Long Branch there?

Yep.

Hear it's run by a woman.

That's right.

Level with me.

What does she pay
you to stay open?

All the law allows.

And you're the law?

Well, at least you're
honest about it.

We better get moving.

(orchestral music)

Come on, honey, you
gotta eat something.

Can't get her to eat.

Honey.

Honey, please.

Are we that hungry yet?

Marcy, look what I got for you.

Go on, take him.

Take good care of
him now, he's yours.

He's just a baby and he needs
someone to look after him.

(horse whinnies)

(tense music)

(snoring)

(twig crunches)

(owl hoots)

Will he run away?

Well, I don't think so, not if
you keep him warm and fed.

But I tell you what, I'll fix a little
cage for him tomorrow, just in case.

Mama?

Mama?

Marcy, Marcy.

Your mama's gone.

But your grandpa,
he's waiting for you.

You better get some sleep now.

Can I hug you?

Sure.

All right, you lie down now.

I just learned something
about you, big man.

You're a pushover.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(both panting)

(both grunting)

(g*ns f*ring)

(Hoxie shouting)

(Marcy) Think he's hungry?

(Stella) If he is,
he's not alone.

(Marcy) What does he eat?

(Matt) Well, you wanna get down

and pick him some
of those plants there?

- Okay.
- All right.

There you go.

Make sure he
doesn't get away now.

Not exactly Kansas City.

Sorry, that's the
best we can do.

Supposed to be
quite a place, Dodge.

One town I haven't hit yet.

Maybe I'll just show up
there someday, stir things up.

Yeah, I'll bet you could too.

Well, do you ever stop to
think of what you're gonna do

when you run out of towns?

Never think about.

Bad for my peace of mind.

Most towns, women will
cross the street to avoid me.

Men who knew me by
my first name at night

didn't know me at
all during the day.

Hypocrites.

I'm gonna open those doors
that have been closed to me.

Someday, I'll end up in a town

like St. Louis or even Chicago.

Live out my days a nice
old lady with gracious ways.

Church cheese,
lectures, concerts.

Why wait?

Takes money.

I'm saving for it.

Well, you're young now,
you better not wait too long.

(orchestral music)

(horse whinnies)

(dramatic music)

Comanches.

Comanches.

(theme music)

(narrator) Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.

(upbeat music)