01x20 - The Dora Gray Story

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Shot and scalped.

Must have been a raidin' party.

Figure they were
goin' for his stock.

Flint, look at these cartridges.

This fits the new Army r*fle.

You mean the Indians
got hold of the new issue?

That's the way it looks.

You keep on goin'.
I'll catch up with you later.

Right.

There's a box canyon up ahead, Major.
You better take a right to Fort Speare.

No, we wanna go direct.

There may be Indian trouble.

If there is,
they've got Army r*fles.

Yeah, the new issue. Oh?

I'll ride point to the trail.

If they're still in the area, I ought
to be able to pick up a sign of 'em.

You want Hawks to go with you?

No, it's easier if I go alone.

I can run faster that way,
if I have to.

Well, you better
keep your eyes open.

Indians with g*ns don't give
you no w*r whoop to warn you.

Right.

See ya. h*!

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sweet Betsy O'Rourke ♪

♪ She crooked her left leg
on a beer bottle cork ♪

♪ And I remember
the blue of her eyes ♪

♪ She only had two,
but they're blue as the skies ♪

♪ A nose as small as the... ♪

Howdy.

Well, how do?

You plannin' on shootin' me?

Don't know yet.

You kinda took me in.

Wasn't expecting any company
way out here.

Neither was I,
except maybe an Indian or two.

Indians out here?

Indians don't worry me none,
I don't worry them none.

Where you headed?

West.

What are you tradin'?

Blankets.

That's my business...
Selling blankets.

What's yours?

Oh, ridin' wide
to have a look-see.

Look-see for what?

The Indians
I was tellin' you about.

I ride scout for a wagon train.

I guess you're all right.

That's a lot of horse flesh

for totin'
a wagon-load of blankets.

Lot of ground between here
and where I'm goin'.

Indians like to have
a horse or two like that.

No good for ridin' them
critters, just good for totin'.

Indians like a skinny critter
they can wrap their legs around.

Well, stranger, good ridin'.

You know, I'd have a cup of that
coffee, if you would offer me some,

and then I might let you try
and sell me a blanket.

Would've offered right away, only
you seemed anxious to keep movin'.

Where'd he come from?

He's scoutin'
for the wagon train, Dorry.

I reckon that's one way
of makin' a livin'.

Sassy, ain't she?
Like all pretty women.

Kinda surprises you, don't it...

An old coot like me with her?

What'd you say your name was?

I didn't say,
but it's McCullough.

Flint McCullough.

Good name. Mine's Lockridge.

Howdy, Mr. Lockridge.

This here's
Mr. Flint McCullough, Dorry.

How do you do, Mrs. Lockridge.

He tell you I was his wife?

Why, no, Dorry.

Well, I'm not.

Stayin' the night?

Well, I hadn't
given it much thought.

Mr. McCullough's
got scoutin' to do.

He's gonna keep right on ridin'.

Are you?

If the grub's
anything like the coffee,

I think I'll stay.

Glad to have you,
Mr. McCullough.

Guess I better tend to my horse.

Come on.

You shouldn't have done that.

What?

Asked him to stay.

Now I'll have to get rid of him.

Go ahead and try.

Meantime, I hope you don't mind

if I prefer
his company to yours.

Care for a nip?

No, thanks.
I never drink late at night.

After Fort Speare,
where do you go?

Oh, we move on.

Where?

California.

California?

San Francisco, maybe?

Yeah.

I never been there.

You'll get there yet, if you
behave yourself, that is.

She bites, I tell you...
Real sharp.

A game of high-card,
Mr. McCullough?

No, thanks, Mr. Lockridge.

Hmm...

No whiskey, no cards...

If you have something to say,
why don't you come out with it?

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm not yours,
and I'll talk any way I please.

I told you she was sassy.

Well, good night.

Good night.

I said to myself, I said,
"there's trouble."

I said it
the minute you rode up.

I wanted you to keep right
on riding, but you stayed.

I tried to be friendly
and make you happy

so you'd ride off tomorrow,
and nobody would be hurt,

but now Doc Lockridge
has got a situation.

The situation is
I gotta k*ll you, McCullough.

Ugh.

You sellin' these r*fles
to the Indians?

Are you?

Yeah.

What tribe?

Little Horse and his braves.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Main camp's
about 50 miles north of here.

You're not plannin' to tote
this wagon over the mountains.

That's why you made so
much smoke with your campfire.

How many times have you met him?

Once. One little load.

How little?

About 30.

Thirty r*fles?
There must be 300 here.

That's enough to start the whole
Sioux Nation on the warpath.

How'd you get 'em?

I made a deal with an Army man.

Look, Little Horse
paid me in advance.

I'll give you half.

The r*fles you sold
will be used against

every wagon train
crossin' the territory.

I should k*ll you.

Get up.

Get up!

What do you aim to do?

Take these r*fles to Fort Speare
and turn you over to the Army.

The Army? Well, they'll hang me!

If you're lucky.

When do you meet Little Horse?

Any time now.
He must have seen my smoke.

He's most likely
on his way here now.

Start packin'. We're movin' out.

You, too, lady.

What?

You're with him. Start packin'.

And don't waste
any time about it.

Dr. Lockridge, you better
give me the Derringer.

Oh, here it is.

You're not taking us
to any Fort Speare!

If you plan to use one of these
things, lady, you better c*ck it first.

Now get packed.

Keep 'em moving, Lockridge.

It's a long way
from now to Fort Speare.

Watch your chance, Dorry.

Pick it up! Pick it up!

Here we go, Dorry.

Hiya!

Keep it rolling, Lockridge!
Keep it rolling!

I'm stuck!

Step off, I'll take the reins.

Grab his r*fle, Doc!
Grab his r*fle!

Take care, Dorry.

Doc! Doc, wait for me!

Doc! Doc!

Nice work.

Can't blame me for tryin'.

Get over here.

Get over here!

Behave yourself from here on in.

Hiya!

Hiya!

Hiya!

Can't you take it slower?
I'm in no hurry.

This isn't
a pleasure ride, lady.

Whoa, there! Whoa!

We'll water the horses here.

Come on.

Easier worryin' about you
than that.

Think I might sh**t you
if I got my hands on it?

I know you would.
Here, get the water.

Go on.

Flint, what'll they do to me
at Fort Speare?

That's up to them.

I didn't do anything.
I'm no g*n-runner.

You were with one.

Will they send me to prison?

That's what they usually do.

A woman?

Well, I didn't do anything.

I don't wanna go to jail.

Should've thought
about that before.

How long will they
send me away for?

Oh, I don't know,
five, ten years, maybe.

You wouldn't wanna see me
behind bars, would you?

Yeah.

You don't mean that.

I always mean what I say.

Now go get the water.

It's all ready! Come and get it!

Your supper's ready.
You hear me?

Come and get it!

I hope you've got
some other clothes.

I have, but I didn't bring 'em.

You always bathe in public?

I don't remember
asking you to come here.

Put these on.

But they're still damp.

They're dry enough. Put 'em on.

Do I have to dress you?

Why not?

I always did have trouble
getting buttoned up the back.

Like I said,
your supper's ready.

Thanks.

Keep mine warm for me,
will you please?

You make mighty good coffee,
Mr. McCullough.

That's from
an old family recipe.

Oh? Where you from?

Does it matter?

Well, just talking.
No harm in talking, is there?

Where?

Virginia.

One day I hope
to settle down in California.

Oh, San Francisco?

Hey, they got big hotels there?

Yeah.

Oh, it must be an awful
big place, lots of people.

I've always wanted to go there.

"I went to a big town,
and I bought a white gown."

What's that?

Oh, something my mother
used to say to me

when I was a little girl.

Must have been mighty little

because she died when I
wasn't more than about eight.

She always wanted to go there
and have fancy dresses

and live in a big hotel,
things like that.

Maybe that's why I wanna go.

Do you think?

Maybe.

You afraid to talk to me?

Why should I be?

No reason.

Two Forks is the only place
I've ever been.

You been there?

One store and four saloons,

my old man tryin' to make 'em
all at the same time.

That was my Daddy.

He's dead now, died last month.

So wasn't any real reason
why I should hang around there.

No reason at all.

That's why, when I met Doc,

I decided I'd go to San Francisco,
just like I always wanted to.

I guess
I never will get to see it now.

Sure will miss it, though.

Even though I never been there,
I sure am gonna miss it.

Mr. McCullough, I didn't know
that Doc was carryin' a load of g*ns.

No, honestly, that's the truth.

I didn't know that the g*ns
were under them blankets

until we was, oh, I don't know,

I think it was
two days out of town.

Doc told me he was a blanket
salesman, same as he told you.

What could I do against Doc?

I ain't bad.
I ain't what you think.

Maybe someday I'll show you.

You don't have
to show me anything.

Oh, look, the reason
I went with Doc

was because, well,
because I've got ambitions.

I wanna make something
out of myself,

go someplace like San Francisco
where I can be somebody.

Oh, look at me.

I... I know it's funny
me bein' with Doc,

but, honestly,
the only reason I did it

was because I wanted
to get to San Francisco,

and Doc's a great talker.

If he's nothing else, he's that.

You've met lots of men that were
better talkers than Doc Lockridge...

Younger and better looking,
too...

But I doubt any of 'em was carryin'
as much money as the Doc was.

Sure, I met a few of those.

Now I've met you.

I knew you was nice
when I first seen you.

You made me feel good.

I don't think I ever felt good
about a man before.

I mean, good inside.

Now you wouldn't make me

answer up to helpin' Doc,
would you,

knowin' how I feel
about you now?

You feel something
for me, too. I can see it.

You wouldn't let them
send me to prison, would you?

What's wrong, honey?

You're wastin'
your breath, lady.

I'm takin' you in tomorrow.

We're leavin' right now!

You'll never make it
to Fort Speare!

We're not goin' there.
We'll go to the old Grace...

Oh, Grace, no!
Oh, don't take me there!

Why not?

Because if you do,

I'll promise you,
you're gonna be sorry.

I'll be a lot sorrier
if I don't.

Now get packed.

Hey, Hawks,
how about a few hands?

Come on. Come on, come on.

Say, listen, the last time
I played cards with you,

my wife liked to have k*lled me.

There's nothing wrong
with cards.

Well, it isn't the cards,

but she doesn't
like that gamblin'.

The trouble with you is you
don't know how to handle 'em.

What, the cards or the women?

Both. Come on.
Sit down. Come on.

We ought to be gettin' there
pretty soon now.

Yeah, about an hour
after sundown.

Just remember,
I told you not to come here.

You told me
a lot of things, lady.

Wonder why they don't challenge.

I got business
with your commanding officer.

All right, bring 'em on in.

Hiya!

A man could get k*lled comin' up
in the middle of the night like that.

Who's your commanding officer,
sergeant?

Lieutenant Miles Borden.

I'd like to see him.

This wagons' loaded
with contraband r*fles.

Is that so? What's your name?

McCullough. Flint McCullough.

I ride scout
for Major Adams' wagon train.

Scout, huh? Mm-hmm.

This woman here is a prisoner.

Prisoner? Dorry?

What do you know about her?

Oh, she's been around here
before, ain't you, Dorry?

Better come along with me. The
lieutenant will wanna talk to you.

Lieutenant,
this here is Mr. McCullough.

He's a scout
with Seth Adams' wagon train.

Lieutenant.

And I reckon you know Dorry.

Yes.

He brought here here prisoner.

That wagon out there's
loaded with contraband r*fles.

Army r*fles.

Where did you get them,
Mr. McCullough?

I took 'em from a g*n-runner.

He was deliverin' 'em
to Little Horse.

g*n-runner?

Yeah, he called himself
Doc Lockridge.

And where did you get her?

She was with him.

They were travelin' together.

Take her inside.

Where's Lockridge?

Out there
with his Indian friends,

I guess, lookin' for his r*fles.

He must be in a pretty hot spot.

Well, it seems you've had
your hands full, Mr. McCullough.

I'll wager
you could use a drink.

I can use a horse
better, Lieutenant. Oh?

Mine's been stolen. I've gotta pick
up my wagon train at Fort Speare.

Fort Speare. Well, I'll have to
make out a complete report on this.

Will it take long?

Well,
it's pretty serious business.

We'll do our best
to expedite it.

Thank you.

Change your mind
about that drink, McCullough?

Yeah, I think I will.

You know, life on a small post
like this can be rather difficult.

Thanks.

As you can see,
it's not much of a command.

Won't you sit down?

No, thanks. I'd like to get this
over with as quickly as possible.

Yes, I'm sure you would.

So would I.

Oh, I'm not making
idle conversation, McCullough.

I want you to understand
my position.

I don't follow you.

Well, a man could rot here,
McCullough,

unless of course he has some
deviation from the monotony.

Deviations cost money...

Usually more than a
Second Lieutenant can afford.

And good whiskey is rather
expensive in this part of the country,

particularly when you have to buy
it from a scalper like Doc Lockridge.

I didn't know
he was sellin' whiskey, too.

Not selling exactly.

Trading would be a better word.

I get it... whiskey for r*fles.

Fortunes of w*r, Mr. McCullough.

Well, you understand
my position.

I can't let you meet
your wagon train at Fort Speare.

So as far as I'm concerned,

you were captured with a load
of contraband r*fles

stolen from this post
three weeks ago.

At least that's the way
it'll appear on my report.

You're under arrest, McCullough.

Get movin'.

Told you not to come here.

Now I understand.

Ugh!

Get him out of here.

You didn't have to do that.

No, I didn't.

Welcome back, Dorry.

How did you like
Doc's company, Dorry?

I asked you how you liked it.

Better than mine?

Well, I didn't
wanna go with him.

Doc made me go.
That's what he did.

Made you go?

Sure, he just took me,
and I didn't wanna go at all.

And what could I do? Doc said he
was gonna k*ll me if I tried to run away.

You're lyin'.

Doc was goin' to San Francisco

after he met Little Horse.

You were goin' with him

'cause you know that's where
you always wanted to go.

All right.

All right, it's true!

I did wanna go!

Sure, I did!

I wanted to get away!

When you first brought me here,

you said you was gonna marry me,

quit the Army,
and take me to San Francisco,

but you never took me nowhere.

You just kept me waitin' here,
promisin'.

All the time promisin'!

What about
that scout McCullough?

What did he promise you?

That I was goin' to jail.

What's the matter, Dorry?

Didn't your ribbon work on him?

What are you gonna do with me?

I don't know.

Jail might not be a bad idea.

Oh, now what good would that do?

Come here.

Then you are glad I'm back.

You know what, Dorry?

I ought to k*ll you.

To us.

Mike?

Mike?

What is it?

I was lookin'
for the lieutenant.

Uh, can it wait?

Sure, Dorry, sure.

Flint.

What do you want?

Why didn't you listen to me?
I told you not to come here.

Yeah, but you forgot to tell me this is
where Lockridge made the deal for the g*ns.

I didn't forget.

I didn't think so.

Look, if you'd had any sense,

we could've taken Doc's money
and gone to San Francisco.

I've been there.

Well, I haven't,
but I aim to go.

Who you goin' with this time?

Nobody.
This time I'm goin' alone.

Good luck.

Uh, Flint...

How'd you like
to get out of here?

I'd like it, but I doubt
I can pay your price.

Well, look,
I need somebody to help me.

Saddle my horse. Open the gate.

What else?

You'll promise to let me go.

Sorry, lady, I can't do that.

You like it better here?

I didn't say that,

but if I take you out of here,

you're goin'
right to Fort Speare.

But Flint...

Like I said in the beginning,

I mean what I say.

Oh, honey, uh, don't get
any ideas while I'm gone.

I told the sergeant
to keep an eye on you.

Oh, thanks. Where you goin'?

Fort Speare.
I have to turn those r*fles in.

Official report
shows they were stolen.

If I turn 'em in,
it could me some recognition,

like a transfer from here.

That mean anything to you?

See you tomorrow night.

I'll be waiting.

What about him?

Looks to me like a man
who's gonna try to escape.

But that's m*rder!

We don't have a choice.

Do we?

Mount up, sergeant.

Mount up!

Forward h*!

Hiya!

Hiya!

Lieutenant asked me
to keep my eye on you, miss.

Just stay in his quarters
until he gets back.

h*!

Untie him.

And sh**t to k*ll
if he makes a wrong move.

I may not make one.

You will.

Forward h*!

Everything all right?

No trouble at all, sergeant.

Fine, you're relieved.
I'll take over for you.

Thank you, sergeant.

Oh, sergeant, I'm awful hot.

Listen, couldn't we go outside

and maybe take a ride,
get some fresh air?

Sorry, Dorry. Orders are orders.

What are you so nervous about?

Lieutenant won't be back
for a good while yet.

Come around and sit down,
play me a couple hands of Rummy.

How about a drink first,
or is that against orders, too?

I guess not.

Oh.

Whoa!

Get down.

You wanna eat, don't you?

Well, McCullough,
you understand my position.

Yeah, I understand.

Sorry.

Hey, lieutenant!

Have a look over here.

Little Horse must've got tired
of waitin' for his r*fles.

A shot will echo ten miles
in this valley, Borden.

Lieutenant!

Come here, lieutenant.

There they are, lieutenant.

Little Horse and his braves
must've seen our dust.

Over by the wagon, McCullough.

Tie him up. Unhitch the team.

We gonna leave the wagon,
lieutenant?

That's right.

Lockridge got what
was comin' to him,

but gettin' shot
is too good for you.

How did you ever
get into that uniform?

They wanted someone to rot out here for $54
a month, and I was fool enough to do it.

I thought I explained that once.

How do you
explain that to yourself?

I don't, and I don't ask Washington
to explain why I was sent here.

It's planned that way.
That's the Army.

The team's loose, lieutenant.

Give 'em a good fight,
McCullough.

Mount up!

At least you could burn the
wagon and ruin the r*fles, Borden!

That won't hurt you!

Sorry, I don't see it your way.

Whoa.

I never thought I'd say it,
but I'm awful glad to see you.

Get his knife.

Why'd you leave the post?

I still wanna get
to San Francisco.

Then you better get on your
horse and get out of here.

Little Horse will be right back.

You could use an extra r*fle.
I'm pretty good.

Yes, you are.

Guess they caught up
with Borden.

Come on, let's go.

Give me that stick.

Take 'em a while
to figure this out.

Here they come.

Get under the wagon. Come on.

I owe you plenty
for what you did for me.

You don't owe me nothin'.

Just my life.

You know, I didn't really come
back just on account of San Francisco.

Don't hurt to tell you now, but I
came back on account of you.

Guess I lied to you some, but
I wasn't lyin' when I said that

you made me feel good.

Maybe if things was different,
you could feel good about me, too.

Well, what I mean is
I met lots of men,

and you're the only one that
really did say what he meant

and meant what he said.

Flint...

Oh, I forgot my ribbon.

Yeah, I noticed.

Scared, Dorry?

Never been so scared in my life.

You?

Huh?

Scared?

I'm tryin' not to be.

Let 'em get real close.

Now.

Aah!

Nice sh**ting.

Oh, Flint, it's all over.

Hey, McCullough,
listen, hey, hey!

Hey, look here, fella,
I'm gonna...

Colonel...

Oh, yes, Major Adams.

I've got a wagon train
to get on the road.

Now that fool that just went out
of here wouldn't tell me anything,

and the one that went in
won't tell me anything.

Maybe you can tell me
how this boy is.

He's fine.

Well, when can he travel?

As soon as he gets his shirt on.

Well...

I've just taken a statement
from Miss Gray.

Colonel, I hope you'll remember

that she saved my life
and brought in the wagon.

I hope the military court...

We'll certainly take
all that into consideration.

What's gonna happen to her?

She'll be tried. I wouldn't
convict her, would you?

No, sir.

Then I'll take that as your
testimony, Mr. McCullough.

I can assure you the trial
will be a mere formality.

Oh, uh, Sergeant Broderick

and a number of the men who
worked with Lieutenant Borden

are being returned here
for court martial proceedings.

Every now and then, try as we
may, one of our men goes sour.

It's pretty difficult to ask a man to
dedicate himself to all this for, uh...

For $54 a month.

Most of the men
consider it a privilege.

Good luck, McCullough.

Thank you, colonel.

Flint...

Hello, Dorry.

Look, give it back to me
when you get to San Francisco.

You might need it before that.

Not anymore.

Where you gonna be?

At the fanciest hotel in town.

Just ask anybody.
They'll know where to find me.

Please, Flint. Please find me,
even if everybody doesn't know.

Oh, they'll know.

Will you?

I sure will.