01x27 - The River Monarch

[bunniefuu]

[Mouthing Words] Wow.

[ Men, Women
Chattering, Laughing]

This way, my lovely.

Oh, Nick, I think your
mother's spoiled me for life.

Mrs. Barkley, it was a feast,
especially the egg surprise.

Oh, if you think my mother's
egg surprise was wonderful...

wait till you see the
surprise I have for you.

- [All Laugh] - [Victoria]
That's the one I wanna see-

the surprise you have for her.

Let me-Let me guess. I know.

You're going to let me smoke an
after-dinner cigar with the menfolk.

[ Laughs] Stand back, my lovely.

Voilà!

[Jarrod] Ah! [Claps Hands]

Oh, it's beautiful. What is it?

[ Men, Together] What is it?

It's a pool table.

Believe me, the current
rage in San Francisco.

Sweepin' the West
Coast like prairie fire.

Introduced by the farsighted and
progressive Barkleys into the Big Valley.

Well, I'm impressed. Impressed? I'm
overwhelmed. But... what do you do with it?

Brother Jarrod, show the lady.

[ Silas] You just wait here. You can't
go bargin' in here like that. Mr. Nick-

- [ Man] Master Nick! Ha-ha!
- Rack'.!

Ha-ha! Nick, me boy!

- Jock McLean! What are you doing here?
- Hello, boy!

[Both Laughing]

- Oh, look at you!
- Oh, look at you!

Oh, Mother, you remember
me talking about Jock McLean?

Of course.

Colonel Jock McLean. How nice to
meet Nick's old commanding officer.

Oh, how nice to meet the
mother of such a broth of a boy.

[Kisses] Thank you,
ma'am. [ Laughs]

Let me introduce the rest of
my family. My sister, Audra.

- How do you do?
- [ Nick] My brother Jarrod.

- Jarrod.
- How do you do?

- Brother Heath.
- Heath. - Colonel.

[ Nick] And over
here, Melanie DeLand.

Charming.

Oh, Nick, what a
palace you've got here.

I'm sorry to come bargin'
in like this, ma'am...

but I wanted to see the boy, and...
what with this business and all at hand.

- Is this a business trip Jack?
- Haven't ye heard?

Oh, yes. They finally located the
Barkley riverboat, the River Monarch.

The River Monarch?

Aye. A wee boy fished
up a bit of the wreckage.

That's what put us on the track. It was
miles away from where they'd been searchin'.

After all these years.

Well, excuse me, Jock, but, uh,
just what is your stake in this?

h*-h*, laddie, don't I
wish I did have a stake in it.

When she went down, she was carrying a
million dollar's worth of government gold.

I've been sent down here
in charge of the salvaging.

Lassie.

[Jock] Lassie, is there
something wrong?

Melanie. Melanie!

There you go. You all right now?

- I'm fine, really.
- I'll see you in, huh?

No. I'm all right, Nick. Uh-

It was just too
much of a good meal.

Well, now, you better be
fully recovered by Sunday.

I don't think I could make it
through that picnic all by myself.

Good night, Nick. Thank
you for a lovely evening.

[Key Turning In Lock]

[ Muttering] No. Please.
Please, please. I didn't-

[ In Distance] Oh, no.

No, no, no! I can't!

No!

No!

- I didn't do it! No!
- Shh.

- Father.
- [ Breathing Heavily]

[Quietly] Father.

- Oh, baby.
- [ Sniffles]

Baby-

- I had one of those dreams again.
- Shh.

It's all right. It's
all right, Father.

Is something wrong, baby?

Father-[ Sniffles] they
found the River Monarch.

Are you sure, Melanie?

An army officer came
to the Barkleys' tonight.

He's in charge of salvaging-

The gold.

The gold.

We've got-

Get hold of Peter
Doolin at once.

Yes, Father.

Tell him to call a
meeting of the Circle.

I know. I know, baby.

[Sighs]

I thought it was over too.

I prayed to God it was over.

- ♪ Oh, the drums will roll, and bless my soul ♪
♪♪ [ Piano]

♪ This is the way we go ♪ Look, am I
the only one with a voice around here?

♪ Forty miles a day on beans
and hay in the regular army, oh ♪

- ♪ In the regular
army, oh ♪♪ - [ Laughs]

We sang that song all the way
through the Wilderness campaign.

Aye, the Wilderness campaign.
Wasn’t that when you first joined the 48?

It was. And the first time I saw
you, you were sitting on a tree stump.

Behind a tree stump,
hidin' from the enemy.

Ah, you were sitting on
that tree stump nursing

a minié ball you
just got in your leg...

and the same time, you were
threatening the regimental surgeon...

with slaughter if he didn't
fix it in time for the advance.

Days of glory, eh, boy?
[ Both Laugh]

Now will you all be joinin'
old Jock in a wee toast.

- To the clays of glory.
- [ Others, Together] Days of glory.

[Glass Breaks]

[ Breaks]

- [Glasses Shatter] -
So you remembered, lad.

[Laughs] In the mess, we drank
all our toasts in broken glass.

Your regiment must have run up
a considerable bill in glassware.

Ah, 'tis what extended
the w*r a full year.

[ Both Laugh]

And with that, I think
I will say good night.

Aye, it's about that time. I
better be movin' along too.

Oh, nonsense. You and Nick must
have a thousand things to talk about.

- You're staying with us, of course.
- Oh, no, ma'am. I couldn't.

- Nick, you take care of it.
- I will.

Well, gentlemen, I have to be in court early
in the morning, so... table's all yours.

And I have a thousand miles of range
to fence. Have a good game. Jock.

- Good night, lads.
- [ Heath] Good night.

Ah, it's good to see you,
lad. Good to see you.

Colonel Jock McLean:
the fightin’-est-

Jock's no more a colonel, lad.

Oh, I'm sorry Jock.
It's just hard for me to

realize you being
anything else but a colonel.

Ah, well, ye have me permission.

But it didn't take 'em long-
after the fightin' was done-

to pull me back
to me regular rank.

Lieutenant Jock McLean. Huh. They
should've promoted you to a general.

Ah, they don't want fightin'
men in the army today, lad.

Pink tea sippers, handy with the ladies,
good at small talk in large drawin' rooms-

That's what rates
for promotion today.

- Ah, well.
- [ Liquid Pouring]

Old Jock'll be retirin'
in six months anyway.

- Ah, to hang with all that.
- [ Glass Bangs On Surface]

Nick, lad, tell me about that lovely
lassie. Is it serious with you two?

[Chuckles] Might be,
if I don't watch myself.

[Chuckles] I wish
I was a lad again.

Melanie DeLand.

Now why would that
name be so familiar to me?

Her father. Her father's Cyrus DeLand. He
used to head up the Barkley shipping line.

Aye. The army report
on the ship sinking-

That's where I must've
run across the name.

Ah, think of it, laddie.

A million in gold sittin'
on the bottom of a river...

and old Jock in charge of haulin' it up
and gettin' it back to the government.

And when it's all done, Nick,
outta sheer gratitude-if not merit-

now wouldn't ye think that they'd be
retirin' me, well, at least a captain...

on a $60-a-month
pension instead of 40?

Twenty dollars extra.

- It gives a man incentive.
- [Cue Hits Bali]

[ ba*ls Bump, Clatter]

What about another whiskey, lad?

I have a bitter
taste in me mouth.

[ Pulley Squeaking]

Well, there's the
first of it, Nick.

Break it open.

- [ Clanging On Chisel
Continues] - Oh, Nick, lad...

has there ever been a man alive who hasn't
wanted to see what a ton of gold looks like?

- It's lead-plain, pig lead.
- Lead.

[Key Turning In Lock]

- Good evening, Miss Melanie.
- Hello.

Gentlemen, it's
been a long time.

Would you excuse
us, please, Melanie?

Sit down. Sit down.

Our last little gathering
was the night before...

the River Monarch started
her ill-fated journey downstream.

Now it seems the antic anglings of some
misbegotten boy have brought her ruin to life.

- Isn't there anything to drink?
- Help yourself.

You seem to be takin' it
cool enough, Mr. Doolin.

Do you expect me to become hysterical over
something that happened eight years ago?

This is a hanging
proposition, Mr. Doolin.

Aside from the gold, 23
men went down with that ship.

We knew from the
beginning there would be risk.

Hmm, that was w*r.

But I'm not sticking my neck in a
rope for a cause that died long ago.

Then I suggest we
find a scapegoat.

Somebody has to hang.
Who shall it be? Cyrus?

Anson?

- Anyone care to volunteer?
- Oh, you're outta your mind.

Who's gonna put a noose
around his own neck?

Be serious, Peter.

- Our lives and reputations are at stake.
- Of course they are.

Therefore it behooves
us to find us, as a

scapegoat, one man who
can't possibly betray us.

Any ideas?

- Tom Barkley.
- I think not.

Tom Barkley was my employer, but he
was also my friend-my very good friend.!

What are friends for, Cyrus-
particularly dead friends-

unless to make some
small sacrifice for the living?

This is no small
sacrifice, and you know it.

Afraid of smearing
his good name?

It would be bad enough
if Tom Barkleys family

wasn’t here to bear
the shame and the loss.

If we put this on
Barkley, chances are his

estate will have to pay
back every penny of it...

and they?! lose every
asset that Tom left behind.!

You're talking about the Barkley
fortune, the Barkley good name.

Well, I say, hang the Barkleys.

I say, better them than us.

Gentlemen?

Mr. Doolin, how
do we go about it?

That's the beauty
and the simplicity of it.

Gentlemen, you have a
distinguished journalist in your midst...

one... Peter Doolin.

A few discreet items in the
paper should help us all rest easier.

Jarrod! Jock!

- What is it?
- Read this.

Where'd he get this?

He stops just about six inches
short of the biggest libel suit-

Short? Read on. He practically accuses
father of sinkin' the River Monarch himself.

You were supposed to keep
this quiet pending investigation.

There were workmen on
the salvage crew that day...

and heaven knows how many others
who knew what we were lookin' for.

It was bound to come out, lads.
There's nothin' you can do about it.

It was not bound to come out,
and there's plenty I can do about it.

Like horsewhipping the blackguard
who wrote that? Or sh**ting him maybe?

Now that'd truly prove your
father's innocence, wouldn't it?

Look at it this way, lads, nobody who
knows your family or knew your father...

is gonna believe this
slander, if slander it is.

If?

I can't allow myself the
pleasure of an opinion, lad...

not if Washington asks
me to investigate this case.

Nick, he's right.
Jock said it all.

Anyone who really knows us would never
believe this, and the others don't matter.

And I smell bacon frying. Look. Maybe
it'll all seem different on a full stomach.

What about it?

Minnie, how are y-

Good afternoon, Mrs.
Barkley. Sit down, please.

No, thank you. It won't take
long to say what I've come to say.

You can say it just as
easily from that chair.

Believe me, Mrs. Barkley,
I can well understand...

- how much my article has upset you.
- Can you, Mr. Doolin?

And don't think for a minute
that it was an easy story to write.

But news is news
for all that, hmm?

I couldn't have
phrased it any better.

Just as you couldn't have phrased
those lies you wrote any better.

Mrs. Barkley, believe me, it
was certainly not my intention...

to accuse your husband
of stealing that gold.

A good friend of mine, a
woman I've known many years-

a woman who came to my wedding-just passed
me by on the street without saying hello.

Now, I'm sure that was not
your intention, Mr. Doolin...

but that is what happened.

You're being
melodramatic, Mrs. Barkley.

I wager that, secretly, half the
people in town envy a man...

with the initiative to steal a
million dollars from the government.

- Not that I'm suggesting your
husband 070' such a thing - Aren't you?

Mrs. Barkley, if you’ve
ever read the masthead

of my paper, you
might recall these words:

“The truth, no matter where it
leads, no matter who it hurts.“

That's all I want,
Mr. Doolin-the truth!

All right, Mrs. Barkley.
That's well taken.

I can'! promise
you a retraction...

because I've printed nothing
that's demonstratively a lie.

But I can promise you this. From here on
in, in my paper you’ll read only the truth-

the provable truth.

Sam, I'm not here.

Leave it to me, Miss Melanie.

I'll wait for ya.

- ♪♪ [Whispering
Whistle] - [ Hat Hits Counter]

Hello, Sam?

This, uh, some of that new
manila rope I've heard about?

That's right.

Might be able to use
some of it at the ranch.

If you've come for Miss
Melanie, she's gone.

- Oh? Where?
- Didn't say.

Ah, she told me to
drop in if I was in town.

Guess you're in hard luck.

- All right. What's botherin' you, Sam?
- Nothin'...

if nothings botherin' you.

- Now what do you mean by that?
- Now, you can read...

the paper, same as all of us.

You mean that story
that was in the other day?

Not the other day. That
one set us all to wonderin'.

But the one today-We don't
have to wonder any more.

All right, now what
are you talkin' about?

You haven't seen it?

Well, it's all there:

how your mother tried to bribe
Mr. Doolin from tellin' the truth.

[ Door Closes]

Come on.

- [ Sighs ] Thanks, Sam.
- No trouble.

Wanted to let him know how we
feel in this town about thieves...

even if they are Barkleys.

[Laughing]

“Be fair, “ the lady pleadeth, “for the
honor of my dead husband is at stake.“

[Laughing]

Just between ourselves, Doolin,
did she really try to bribe you?

Dear friends, would I
malign that lovely lady...

“clothe my naked villainy with odd
old ends stol'n forth of holy writ...

and seem a saint when
most I play the devil“?

Richard If; act
one, scene three.

[Applauding]

Well, Doolin, you are
very versed in the classics.

I find a reference handy when
referring to rascals, Mr. Barkley.

All right, Doolin. Spell it out. You're
not so shy in print. Name your rascals.

If the sins of the fathers
are truly borne by their sons-

- Come on, Doolin.
- Don't be so touchy, dear boy.

It isn't every man who
can boast of a parent who

got away with a cool
million in government gold.

[Whistle Tweeting]

Thanks Jarrod.

You may have bailed us out,
but better not start preachin' to me.

The next time you start a public
brawl because you don't like...

what someone says about your
family, I wish you'd let me know about it.

- I'd like to get in on it.
- [Chuckles]

Hey, what's this?

Jock, what's all this about?

Corporal Drum has just
brought me some fresh orders.

- I'm moving into the hotel.
- Oh, there's plenty of room at the ranch.

Nick, I've been assigned as the
investigator... on the River Monarch affair...

and that being the case, I don't think it
fittin' that I should remain under your roof

- Oh, now wait a minute.
- Nick, I think he's right.

He is, if he figures to dig up
something that involves Father.

What I think doesn't count, lad. I've got
to make a very thorough investigation...

starting with the possibility that
your father might be involved.

Jarrod, I'll want to see
all of your father's records.

- They'll be at your disposal.
- Thank you.

Corporal, let's
get this stuff inside.

[Jock] What about this?

All right Jock. I can't account
for this $70,000 deposit.

But 70,000 isn't a million.

I know. It's far from a
million. But there are others.

What about this and this and
this? There's absolutely nothing-

You can indict our father for
being a bad bookkeeper Jock...

- but that has nothing whatever... Look.
I'm just an old soldier tryin' to do a job.

You quite certain there
are no other records?

None that I know of.

I know what this must
look like to you, Jock.

You see, my husband, when he died, had
business interests in five different states:

factories, lands, mines,
gold, silver, copper.

You see, business in those
days was done during dinner...

or out riding or
hunting or at the club.

A contract was drawn up on a paper bag, and
between men of honor, no contract at all.

A man's word was his bond.

I'll accept that. But if it's
possible that your husband...

might have earned that million dollars
and not account for it in his books...

it's also possible he could have stolen
it and not account for it in his books.

- Oh, now just a minute Jock.
- Now, look. There's another thing too.

The ship never sunk because
of an expl*si*n in her boiler room.

There was a blasting device
planted in her cargo hold.

You're talking about m*rder...

because 23 men went down
with that ship, and that, Jock-

that my husband could
have been no part of-

not for one million or


- Well, I didn't know the man.
- I did.

There was a young boy in my
regiment, Corporal Phillip Talbot.

Ah, a broth of a boy-
fearless. Went down fighting.

Half a dozen b*ll*ts he took.

His beautiful young wife-ah, she
mourned him something fierce...

as did the two other
women he married.

I'm sure that all three
of Talbot's wives...

thought they knew
their husband too.

I'm dreadfully
sorry, Mrs. Barkley.

I haven't completed
my investigations yet...

but it's my duty to inform you-
if my findings go against ye-

that the government has
decided to commence legal

proceedings against
your husband's estate...

for one million dollars.

[Quietly] Good night.

Nick!

Nick!

Come on down here.

Did you find somethin'?

Now nothing conclusive,
but according to this...

there were others right
here in Stockton who had

access to that gold
and a motive to steal it.

“The Knights of the Golden Circle.“
They're Confederate sympathizers.

Now, in the 18 months
prior to the end of the w*r...

there were about a half dozen small
shipments of gold that were ambushed.

Yeah, but, Jarrod-doesn't
prove that they're responsible.

No. No, Nick, it doesn't prove they were
responsible for stealing those shipments...

or the one on the
River Monarch, but“...

take a look at this:

a list of names of their active
members right here in Stockton.

“Anson Gregory,
Peter Doolin, Cyrus De“-

“DeLand.” Cyrus DeLand.

That's right, Nick.

[ Knocking On Glass]

Nick, it's late.

Ah, Melanie, you got better
manners than to talk through a door.

Thank you. Thought for a while
there you were trying to avoid me.

- [ Sighs ] What do you want?
- I want to talk to your father.

He's asleep.

I think it's important
enough to wake him up.

I'll decide that after you tell
me what you want with him.

What I have to say to your
father has to be in private.

I am not waking him, Nick.

[Sighs]

All right, Melanie.

Your father was in charge
of the Barkley shipping line...

and Anson Gregory was the
purser of the fiver Monarch.

That's a matter of record.

Now either of them had as much access,
if not more, to the gold than my father-

as much access, and more motive.

Motive? You mean for the money?

Oh, look around, Nick.

Does this look as though my
father stole a million dollars?

Do we live like millionaires?

If he had stolen the gold, where could it
be? How could he have gotten rid of it?

Could have sent it to
Richmond, to the Confederacy.

You'll stoop to any vile slander to
exonerate your own father, won't you?

Not only is my father a
thief, but a traitor to the Union.

I think you better
leave, Nick, now.

Before you faint, like
you fainted at my house...

when Jock McLean mentioned
they had found the River Monarch?

- Get out of here, Nick.
- Not until I talk to your father.

Not now. H-He's asleep. He-
He's been ill. You know that, Nick.

Now, Melanie, I'm gonna
talk to him, if not tonight-

I don't know anything that could
help you, and neither does he.

You're lyin'.

Will you please
leave my father alone?

Melanie-I'm gonna find
out the truth, Melanie...

if not from your father, then from
Anson Gregory, and if not from Anson-

You won't find out anything from
Anson Gregory, Peter Doolin or anybody-

- Now I didn't even mention Peter Doolin.
- Get out of here.

Get out! Get out, Nick! Get out!

[Opens Door]

Get out!

We-We couldn't help
overhearing, Melanie.

Well, I think we've accomplished
all we can for one evening, Anson.

- Good night, Cyrus.
- Good night.

- [Anson] Good night.
- That gold, Cyrus-

you've had it hidden
since the end of the w*r.

Yes. And it will remain hidden.

Cyrus, I think the time has come
for all of us to share your burden.

I think not, Peter.

I've borne up under it this many
years. I think I can continue to do so.

The pressure's
greater than ever.

There are many interested
parties now-searching parties.

I think we'd all feel more secure if we
knew where you've hidden that gold.

[Sighs] No, Peter.

Just to be sure it
was in a safe place.

It is in a safe place. You'll just
have to take my word for that.

[Clears Throat Quietly]

[ Key Turns In Lock]

I made a mess of
everything, haven't I, Mellie?

- [ Sobbing]
- Oh, baby, baby.

Baby-

We're at a crossroads, Anson.

We can sit tight and live in the hope
that Melanie’s love for her father...

is greater than her
love for Barkley...

or we can remove
temptation from her path.

Remove Nick Barkley?

There'd be no chance of her
saying anything to a dead man.

[ Knocks ]

- Is the lieutenant here?
- He's not in.

Uh-huh.

Jock, I wanna talk to you.

Ah-[ Blows] me
young friend Nick...

come to share a
glass with his old colonel.

Will you excuse us for a minute?

I can't leave you alone
with him in this condition.

Corporal, it's all right.

Just give us a little privacy.

- [ Exhales] -Jock, I've gotta
talk to you about somethin' now.

It's very important.

Nick, just give me a
moment. Give me a moment.

Corporal. Corporal Drum!

Cold, wet towel.

- [ Exhales] -Jock,
this is very important.

It's important. I
presume it's about the gold.

[ Liquid Pouring]

The gold.

The gold. Aye. That's
so important, all right.

Bless you, Corporal. Bless you.

Jock, I think I know who
stole the gold and why.

- The Knights of the Golden Circle.
- Confederate sympathizers.

They were not only
Confederate sympathizers,

Jock. They took an
active part in their cause.

Did you know that Anson
Gregory, Peter Doolin

and Cyrus DeLand were
members of the Knights?

I've been through their
histories with a fine-tooth comb...

and I can't even begin to place
them anywhere near the robbery.

Don't you think it's just a little bit
strange that the purser, Anson Gregory...

was the only man to survive
when the ship went down?

- He survived with injuries.
- Injuries-Jock, minor injuries.

Injuries that
could've been faked.

The point is, he escaped...
while 23 men lost their lives.

I found out
something else, Nick.

Your father was
aboard the Monarch.

When it exploded?

He got off at the last fueling
stop before the boat went down.

Oh, now wait a minute Jock.
That's no proof that he set that b*mb.

But it's an indication that he
had an opportunity to set it.

Well, there you are, Nick-

your father against
the three of them.

And not any one of the three a penny
richer than before the boat went down.

But your father-the only man in the state
who could steal a million dollars in gold...

and conceal it amongst
his tremendous assets-

All right Jock.

Now, if the gold was
pirated to the Confederacy...

there would be no reason for
Gregory, Doolin or DeLand...

or any of the others in
the Circle to be any richer.

Nick, there are papers in
Washington to prove that that gold...

never got anywhere
near the Confederacy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Nick.

I'm sorry, Nick,
lad-truly sorry.

There's no need for me to tell ye how
much your friendship means to me, but...

what about a drink
for old time's sake?

Just one more drink
with the old colonel.

[Slams]

[ Glass Shatters]

Take his money. Make
it look like a robbery.

[c*ck p*stol]

[g*nf*re]

Nick.

- Wait for me, Melanie.
- Oh, Father-

It's gone far enough-too far.

Come in. It's open.

Lieutenant McLean,
I'm Cyrus DeLand.

- I have a story to tell you.
- Well, come in.

Oh, Nick. you know
what the doctor said.

Doctor be hanged. if I stay in that bed
one more day, I'm gonna really be sick.

- I'm all right.
- [Knocks]

I'd like to see Mr. Nick, Silas.

Miss Melanie, Nick.

May I come in?

- Mrs. Barkley.
- [ Door Closes]

- Nick... Hello.

L-I would like to
speak to you, Nick.

I'll get some coffee.

Thank you, Mrs. Barkley.

If you've come to see
about the state of my health-

- Nick... and if your
friends are interested-

Nick, I'm here because
you mean very much to me.

I've hated doing
what I've had to do-

avoiding you, lying-

but there seemed
to be no other way.

Nick, you were right.
My father was involved.

Your father will be cleared.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

I wanted you to
hear this from me.

Does Jock know?

Father offered Lieutenant
McLean a trade-

the return of the gold in
exchange for amnesty for his fiends.

My father's... meeting with Mr.-

with McLean now to...
take him to the gold.

That's-That's all I came
to say. Good-bye, Nick.

Melanie...

I would have acted the same
way if my father's life was at stake.

I even risked losing someone I cared
very much about just for his reputation.

-[Sobbing] - It's all
right. It's all right.

- [ Sniffles]
- I'm here.

Sorry for the delay, but I'm
ready to leave now, Mr. DeLand.

Nick, I just came from
the telegraph office.

They said that Jock sent a
telegram to Washington...

saying that father was guilty
of sinking the River Monarch.

[Banging Wood Slowly]

Are you quite sure nobody
else knows the gold’s here?

No one.

- Not even your daughter?
- Especially not my daughter.

She had enough of a burden without
knowing where the gold was hidden.

Ah, I don't know
how you managed it-

one man and a million
dollars worth of gold.

[Slow Banging Continues]

I substituted the chests one by one in
the warehouse and brought them here.

Tom Barkley was my friend.!

He took my word that the chests loaded
on the River Monarch were filled with gold.

We had to blow up the
ship to prevent discovery.

But we never meant to k*ll anyone.
There were lifeboats and life preservers.

We never knew
she'd sink so fast.

Keep at it,
Mr. DeLand. Keep at it.

Tell me. Did you really intend
to send that gold to Richmond?

We never intended anything else.

But before we were
ready, the w*r was over.

And all these years,
a million in gold-

Yours for the taking- and
you never thought to take it.

I was tempted...
on many occasion-

Tempted and urged by the others.

You've got quite a sense
of honor, Mr. DeLand.

Here-

- [Bangs] - [Jock]
Let me get at that.

[Continues Banging Quickly]

Yes, Mr. DeLand. You do
have quite a sense of honor.

[c*ck p*stol]

Jock! Jock.

Nick. Nick, lad. Over here.

- What happened here?
- He's dead.

No, he's dead
all right. A trick.

That old man-who would've
thought it? He tried to do me in, he did.

Luckily, Jock was
quicker on the trigger.

- He's not even wearin' a g*n, Jock.
- The shovel.

- He planned to bash out the few
brains that old Jock... What about the-

- What about the gold?
- Just a trick. There's no gold here, lad.

Cold stone walls and a few rats.

How did ye find us,
lad? The old man said-

The old man had nightmares Jock-

nightmares about-
about gold and... mines.

So Melanie thought it would be a
good idea if I... checked out the mine.

So did I.

Well, it turned into a
dead end. [Shudders]

Let's get out of here, lad.

I'll send my men down
to look after the body.

You oughta be more careful
where you drop your cigars Jock.

I'm sorry you had
to see that, lad.

Well, Jock, I-I didn't
have to see that.

When I heard
about the telegram, I-

I tried to figure, oh,
a dozen reasons why

you'd say a thing like
that about my father...

and I could only come up with
one: You wanted the gold for yourself.

You're making it easy for
me to what I've got to do, Nick.

Well, I'm only sorry
that I won't be here to

watch you try to talk
your way out of this.

Stay where you are,
Nick. Now don't move.

I swear to you,
Nick, I'll sh**t.

I wouldn't do it
if I were you, Jock.

Melanie knows
where I am and why.

Now if you k*ll me, you won't
dig yourself out of this one inch.

Nick-Nick, for the sake of
everything we've been through, stop!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Nick! Nick!

[g*nsh*t]

[c*ck p*stol]

[Breathes Heavily]

[ Strained ] Days of glory.

[Haltingly] ♪ Bless my
soul, this is the way we go ♪

♪ This is the way we go ♪

♪ Beans and hay ♪

♪ Regular army, oh ♪

How's the arm, Nick?

- [ Billiard ba*ls
[lacking] - A little stiff.

Well, here. Maybe this'll
help loosen it up a little bit.

Jock told me once the
army was his whole life.

He joined when he was 1 6, gave it 3D years
of service-30 years of honorable service.

I wonder if that'll count for
anything at a court martial?

I don't know, Nick.

Days of glory.

[Splinters, Clatters]