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The first time I saw this country,
it had buffalo grass and bluejoint up to the stirrups.
By the second year we had 8,000 Texas half-bred cattle
and over 3,500 volumes of English literature in my library.
We just cut out the unbranded stock
and divided 'em up between the outfits.
There was no arguin' over mavericks like today.
You got it good today.
Two per cent annual loss then. Now it's seven from rustling alone,
not to mention winterkill, calving loss, miring down in the spring.
How many are you?
Mr Braxton, did you see they sew old boot tops on the saddle to hold ammunition?
Pete, don't pester him if he doesn't wanna be pestered.
Well, it'd just be awful nice to know the whole story.
Well... it's beautiful country.
Yes, sir. It sure is.
You especially feel that now?
Yeah.
Sh, sh, sh.
I sure hope them sportin' ladies don't get sunburned.
I like 'em white as pastry.
Ladies.
Are we all set here?
All set, Pete.
Shall we start the horse... or will you?
I will, sir.
Well, that's one of them.
His name was Sandy Chase and he came here from Rhode Island with the army.
He was 24 years old.
We lost seven per cent of stock between spring and fall last year, to rustlers.
You always mention the percentage. I wonder why you do that.
This is my fourth frontier and I know how they run.
I was in the California gold fields before I was 18.
I was at the rush at Alder Gulch and I went to South America.
These long ropers in the Missouri Breaks are a mixed bag.
Barbers from Minneapolis,
failed grangers, Scandinavian half-breeds, wolfers and woodcutters,
dishonest apprentices, raftsmen, poisoners.
You give them a chance and they'll waste everything.
You're astonished at my arrogance, at not even having a trial, aren't you?
Then why don't you get over it?
Our situation has become nearly as bad as it could be.
Honey, pull down Tristram Shandy again for me, would you?
Daddy.
Excuse me.
Come on! Giddap! Yah!
Got the gate.
How'd she go, Tom?
Everybody else been back a day.
Brought in about 14 head of the first-class order.
Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey.
How was Wyoming?
It was fine.
Spent a couple of days in KC trying to keep from associating with criminals.
Why, they've hit the Union Pacific down there so many times
the place has begun to look like a lawmen's convention.
They got two Pinkerton in KC
and I do believe one of 'em was the legendary Charlie Siringo.
Did he claim to be a border cowboy?
Can't remember. Said he could talk Mexican.
Yeah, that's him.
How'd you know it was a detective?
Rancher's wife wanting to go to bed with him. He kept givin' her a "no".
Damned if I can understand that.
- Well, I took care of her, Cal. - You did that, huh?
You're damn sure. Had a good time too, thank you.
Did you?
Spent the night in Martinsdale. Couldn't get no credit at the whorehouse,
so I picked up this chubby little girl off some sodbuster's outfit.
Yeah... How was she?
About like a Swiss clock. Same exact movement over and over again.
Yeah.
- It was Sandy, huh? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Sandy's gone. He's dead.
David Braxton's foreman... What's his name, Cary?
- Pete Marker. - Pete Marker.
...caught him and they hung him.
Goddamn it.
I knew somebody's bunch wasn't in that corral.
Little Tod was in town. Everybody was at the hanging.
- How'd Sandy go out? - Pretty good. Pretty good.
They hung him up on a cottonwood, though, and he sort of...
He sort of what?
Sort of strangled for a while.
Braxton was there dressed in a suit.
- Lookin' like God. - Hah!
Goddamn.
I'll tell you, the first time I met Sandy...
Listen at this, now.
The first time I met Sandy, he was rustling on his own.
He had a stolen cavalry pony and he kept this dog.
As soon as he killed a steer, he'd cut the brand off and feed it to the dog.
He said to get enough evidence to convict him
they'd have to pick through the dog's shit for a week
before they could find the brand.
My aunt ran a laundry in St Paul.
Got strangled by a Chinaman while she's washing her dog.
It's easy to die. Easy!
Well, they sure killed Sandy.
He was the only comedian in this outfit. Every outfit oughta have a comedian.
You can't run that many rustled horses across open ground.
I know I've been saying that. But you can't.
What do we do, Tom? Open up a stand and sell stolen horses over the counter?
No. We gotta get a relay ranch halfway across
so as we got somewheres to relay 'em at.
- That's right. - That's just really great.
Only we ain't got a ranch.
We ain't got no money! The only horses we got are out there.
We can't move them across the breaks without everybody knowing.
Let's just stick up the NP Railroad and buy a ranch.
Hell, let's rob a bank.
If we're gonna get hung for rustlin' horses, we oughta be robbin' trains.
Why don't you boys join that Hole-in-the-Wall bunch
and you'll be around people that think like that?
Boy, a couple of years ago they'd have put Sandy in Red Lodge penitentiary,
weavin' bridles.
Seems like there's something new in the air.
I bet you Marker'll bait crows with Sandy for a week before he'll cut him down.
I worked for that son of a bitch once on the reservation roundup.
He will leave Sandy in the trees.
When we was fightin' in Kansas, we had relays all over the damn place.
We relayed a cousin of mine
all the way from Medicine Tree to the hot springs in New Mexico.
He beat the telegraph.
Took the detectives two years to cover the same ground he'd covered in a week.
And when they got there he was in his grave up on the Chama.
Why was you havin' to move this cousin around so much?
He did card tricks.
I get it.
He done a trick for this nigger on the Chama. The nigger throttled him.
Mm-hm. I see.
Say, Cal...
Why don't we put that relay in Braxton's backyard?
Yeah.
It beats sendin' three or four horses at a time out into Kansas.
The law there is pretty effective now.
I get a kick out of Little Tod. He says we oughta rob a train.
No...
I'm tired, Cal.
I'm gonna turn in. Tomorrow we have a nice day.
Too bad about Sandy.
All right, move over there. Move, move!
I want you to uncouple that car. Hurry up!
I can't do it. I'm not sure I'm able to do it.
Just get down there and pull the pin out.
- I'm a clerk. I'm not mechanical. - Hurry up. Hurry up.
Whoo-hoo!
- Get the money out. What's your name? - Nelson.
Nelson, you do this right,
you can say you've seen Jesse James and lived to tell the story.
You're not Jesse James.
You ain't Charlie Siringo. Just give me the money, Nelson.
- I'm not permitted to touch this. - Gimme the goddamn money.
Whoa!
Gee!
- Don't start blamin' me. - I am blamin' you.
This is it on trains. This is it.
God Almighty.
This is it. No more trains, Tod.
- I just don't wanna get blamed. - Sh...
We got it! It's all over the place.
Yahoo!
We got it.
- You need some help? - Just pick up the money, goddamn it.
Agh!
But they're all ones. Tom, they're all ones.
- Where am I gonna put 'em all? - I don't wanna hear that now. Just...
Ain't it just terrible?
The next time you mention trains, it's gonna get worse.
You boys new at this?
Appreciate your concern, Nelson.
Yahoo!
Let's get every goddamn one up.
Hey, look! There's tens in the water.
Get in there, Tod. Get in the water. Get those tens.
Yahoo!
Little Tod...
Get out of my way.
Come on. Let's get outta here with what we got.
Mornin', my little darlin'.
Hey, Si. We'll see 'em in church.
I think all of you working men and women
have had time now to consider this case before us.
- There's Braxton. - I have reviewed its details,
and now I feel secure enough to pronounce sentence.
Subject, of course, to your scrutiny and support.
Make him confess first.
I think the kindest thing we can do to this bird
is to send him up to the territorial prison.
He's been about as cooperative as any prisoner we've tried around here.
- I see no direct call to hang him. - Don't he look like God?
Who's got an opinion about how long we might send him up?
- Life is indicated. - He'll take anything.
How would 10 to 20 sound to you?
Sounds about right to me. How soon would I be eligible for parole?
In about two weeks.
Anything you'd like to say before we send you to your just deserts?
And if I may speak for the court,
we would prefer that it be something colourful,
life on the frontier being what it is.
Just that...
it may seem to you boys like a hard way to make the papers,
but I'm not ashamed of robbing that train,
of blowing bridges, sticking up banks, or for my careless devil-may-care gunplay.
I'm not ashamed of pissing away the money on hard living either,
because I'm that kind of guy.
But as a concession to me for my cooperation,
I would like you all to refer to me from now on
as "The Lonesome Kid".
Especially in front of outsiders here in the West.
That's enough of that! Let's all go up to the bar and make fools of ourselves.
Yahoo!
Whoo! I haven't danced like that since Chicago.
I'm Tom Logan.
I'd like to congratulate you, sir, on your treatment of that impostor.
Oh... My daughter, Jane.
Hello.
People have told me I should talk to you, Mr Braxton.
I just sold a family implement business in the Shonkin range
and I'm thinkin' of buying a small ranch.
You done so well I'd like a piece out by you for good luck.
Well... the Cannon Ranch is for sale.
Isn't much. Four sections and a cabin. Pole corrals around it.
But it's well watered, and pretty fair shelter.
The owner's living in town now. Has a cooperage at the end of Main,
past the livery.
I understand you had some rustlin' problems.
Seven per cent losses per annum.
You should know about that. First year, that might just break you.
Mm...
I understand you had to hang someone here.
I did that.
Oh, that's tough.
What was this? Some kind of a desperado?
No.
He was a thief, with probably a million good reasons for being on hard times.
The main thing is that we put him out of his misery.
Don't you believe in hangin' thieves, miss?
No, sir, I don't. Do you?
I surely do. How in the world else are we gonna have law and order?
Well, what do you know?
Maybe you can buy that Cannon Ranch, get started in the cattle business.
With your attitude toward human life,
you may yet get to be one of the barons of this prairie,
and have your picture on page one, or page three, of the Chicago papers.
And for your birthday you can have a big barrel of fresh oysters on ice,
just the way the other hangmen up this way do.
You sound bitter, lady.
You should have seen that young man's face.
- He did not die quickly. - I don't wanna hear about it.
I don't think you can really picture the man's face.
I don't want to hear about it, miss.
Thank you for your information, Mr Braxton.
I'll go over to the cooperage and ask Mr Cannon about them four sections.
Pleasure to meet you too, miss.
Welcome to town, now.
Damn, I feel better now.
- Damned if I don't. - Me too.
Oh, God! You didn't cut him down yet.
We did! That's...
Whoa!
- Oh... - Oh, Pete.
My God. They've killed my man.
- Si, are we gonna go to that whorehouse? - Where the hell you clodhoppers been at?
File that. We got it. Let's go for a ride.
I wanna go to a whorehouse, play cards, get drunk.
We can go to the whorehouse later. Ain't you got no pride of ownership?
I buy you a brand-new ranch. Do you wanna ride out and look at it?
Hell, we own it, we can go anytime. Let's go for a drink.
- Let's play cards... - Let's go to the whorehouse.
You're gonna have to pick and choose on that cos the money's about all gone.
- The money can't be gone. - Well, it is and I'm glad.
- I'm glad too. - Why?
Because robbin' trains is...
We start a pattern of robbin' trains and we're gonna get detectives.
From then, you can back the calendar down till they hang us.
That's why.
I still think we should rob a bank. Rob trains, rob a bank.
- All right, let's go to the whorehouse. - Mm-mm.
You here for a party?
- That's right. - What kind of a party?
Well...
You got any girls?
Go on, Si.
The girls here can show you to the party rooms.
I like them ribbons.
Anybody want anything to eat?
Well, is he the one that I want. You just come right on up here with me.
Where are the chubby ones? I want a chub...
Oh, yeah.
Ain't that a match-up? Ain't that a match-up?
Just like you and your horse, Little Tod.
- That one got away! - You'll pay for that.
In my home town, I'm considered a dangerous person.
Yeah? In your home town a man can get a bad reputation for smokin' corn silk.
Cary'll stay at the breaks, but somebody must tend this place.
I can tell you one damn thing, it isn't gonna be me.
Agh!
I got you! Told you I was gonna get you, you son of a bitch.
Here! How about this?
I like this place, Cal.
- Yeah. - I like it quiet.
Cary, don't throw them tools down there like that, please.
I spent my first 18 years on one of these goddamn things,
workin' for my uncle that raised me.
I worked myself cross-eyed too.
About the only thing I had for distraction was this dog.
I'd had the dog since it was ten years old.
And he shot it...
for stickin' its tongue on a pat of butter.
So I stayed one more night.
And I killed his seed bull, I rustled every damn horse he had
including a racer that I sold as a cow pony to an Indian rancher,
and I took the whole damn remuda.
I come within a hair's breadth of sendin' him to kingdom come.
I was that close to shootin' that son of a bitch in the brainpan.
I never did have that kind of background.
Never had nothin' neither. My folks always wanted a place.
They was good people, so I always saw it with their eyes.
I can see that.
But when you think about it, you wouldn't want the weight of a damn place like this.
Do you do alterations too, ma'am?
Nope.
And I don't do your wire-ripped shirts neither.
There you go.
Si, you're beginnin' to sound like a real old lady.
What do you say we just jump this pissant seamstress?
You guys are soon gonna learn to treat me nice.
- Yahoo! - Whoa! Watch it!
Come on! I'll kill ya.
Everybody's so scared of the Mounties that nobody even tries.
The horses are hardly guarded.
- You talkin' to me about Canada again? - You're goddamn right I am.
Them Mounties scares me, Cal.
Hell, they scare everybody. That's why it'll be so easy.
The Indians won't touch them horses.
We can take all 60 of them ponies at a walk.
All Canadian government brand?
Until we can get 'em to the breaks for modification, and then down here to relay.
That doesn't quite settle it though, does it?
No, it don't.
Someone's gonna have to stay here.
Well, it isn't gonna be me.
It's gotta be one of the two of us, and I'll tell you one thing.
You had all the fun on that train while I baby-sat these savages.
I'm going to Canada for sure. That's settled. That's it.
I gotta stay on this goddamn piece of ground.
Goddamn! I can't even believe this!
That is pitiful. You assholes will just get lost.
- He was the best foreman. - He was the only foreman I ever had.
- Pete Marker was a hard man. - He surely was, David.
He could break a horse better than the bronc fighters. He could do every job.
He was a great ramrod.
He personified the American West in the days of its rowdy youth.
- Sure did. - Excuse me.
- Lee Clayton. - Oh, my God, you gave me a scare.
- All I could see was your horse. - That was all you were meant to see.
Is the owner about?
Who may I say is calling?
Lee Clayton. I just said that.
I have a short memory.
Well, I'll tell Daddy that you're here,
and then I can get back to what I was doing before.
Tell him Lee Clayton from Medicine Hat, Wyoming. Here on business.
- You got it? - Yes.
- Come in. I've been expecting you. - Oh, sir.
I don't know why it would not have tired me more than it did,
to have travelled all this distance without more than a catnap.
You've a wonderful set of books here, sir.
- Yes, I have. - Truly, truly beautiful.
I don't spend the time with them I should.
I'm of the opinion... I would only claim books that was about right from wrong.
Otherwise how are we to find our paradise among the stars?
True. Please.
Oh, sir. I'm sorry for your trouble. I wasn't aware.
Gentlemen, Robert E Lee Clayton.
I understand that you hung a thief
and neglected to find out where they were caching the stock. How was that?
He didn't wanna talk. He was about to die.
Oh, I see. Then you pampered him.
- No, sir! - We hung that man.
Well, you pampered the man... you pampered the man,
and the result of that is the loss of this poor man's life!
- Please, this is outrageous. - You, you, you...
Take your hands off!
Realise the fact that as a result of that this poor man has lost his life.
If you'd invited me into the neighbourhood before, it wouldn't have happened.
You've got to give me some thoughts.
I'm gonna turn my horse out. Then I'll wash my body.
And, miss... the only thing not on my diet
would be the green top of the beet and okra.
Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me, but I'm under a severe attack from a tooth.
Sir. Miss.
- Where'd he come from? - What was all that about?
I got recommendations for this man from all the Wyoming outfits he's worked for.
- I'm assured that he's a top regulator. - Regulator?
- You mean you asked him up here? - You're damn right I did.
They killed my ramrod and I want them to pay for it.
I always wondered what Lee Clayton looked like.
And smelled like.
I always figured him to be a little fella.
He's supposed to have a Creedmore rifle he carries as a saddle gun.
Supposed to be able to hit out to 500 yards.
- Oh, Mr Rate. 500 yards... - I mean it.
He never carries a side arm, so you know he's a dry-gulcher.
But he smells like a wet-gulcher and he dresses like a clown.
He don't have no wife, but he sure keeps himself spruced up.
Many a rustler has said his prayers when he got a whiff of them lavender bath salts.
- Daddy, I wanna know how... - Not now. Shh!
- Vern, scat. Out of here. - You betcha. I will.
- Adios, buddies. - Send you a postal card from Canada.
Cal, why can't I go to Canada?
You gotta tend to the cabin in the breaks, Cary.
You don't hear Tom complainin'. See you in a few weeks, Tom.
They'll be back, Buck. Don't you worry about it.
Well, by gosh. Good mornin' to you, miss.
Good morning to you, Mr Logan. You bought this place already, huh?
Yes, ma'am.
I guess that kinda makes us neighbours, doesn't it?
- Where are you headed? - Oh, I'm gonna go over on the table.
Well, may I accompany you?
No.
- Why not? - No good reason. I don't want company.
Come on. Give me a chance.
Give you a chance. Give you a chance for what?
Miss, I'm gonna take this opportunity to be just a little damn bit offended.
Cos if there's anybody in this district
who's got a right to think of themselves as wholesome companionship,
why, it's yours truly.
If you're such a wholesome companion, what were you doing at the whorehouse?
Who in the world told you that?
Mary O'Connell, that little blonde you paid for.
Well, I hope that's all she told you.
She told me everything. We're starved for news out here.
- All I ever hear about is grass. - What's the matter with grass?
Samuel Johnson said "A blade of grass is a blade of grass."
- "Tell me about a human being." - I don't understand that.
It just means that Samuel Johnson was as bored as I am with nature.
We had a famous painter out here last year.
That man must have painted ten square miles of canvas, not one human face.
I wish he'd painted that boy Sandy hangin' up so decoratively against the mountains.
Because his pink tongue and white face
would have set off the green of Montana splendidly.
I mean, it would have made the damnedest bank calendar you ever saw.
Well, you succeeded. This is where I was coming to and you're still with me.
The persistence of the young rancher, huh?
- Well, I know what I want is all. - What do you want?
I mean, I know what it is when I want something.
- Oh, come on! - "Oh, come on" what?
- Why don't you just say what you mean? - This is what I mean.
- Do you want me? - What does that mean?
I mean you're followin' me around. What you got in mind?
- Me? - Sexual intercourse?
- Oh, my... - Well, all right.
All right.
Come on. Get down off your horse.
I'm not gonna have any hesitation from you. Not from a frequenter of whores.
All right, all right. Just back off.
I'm gonna step down at my own speed.
All right.
I'm going to lose it right here, in all these blades of grass.
Do I have to come to you? All right.
- Hold it. - What?
Who asked you to do all this?
- Well, your entire behaviour... - Never mind that.
I didn't ask you. You said that you wanted it.
- Well, do you? - No.
- Well, you're not gonna get it. - Keep the dang thing. I don't want it.
- I forgot. You do have your whores. - Sure do. Like 'em too.
I'll tell you something. If you want them...
I keep tellin' ya. I want them a lot. I don't want you at all.
Why are you bein' so mean to me?
People have neglected to tell you what a nasty little bitch you are,
and I'm makin' up for their negligence.
I just seem mean. I'm only being thorough.
If you're gonna start that, I'm gonna go home and shovel manure on the pansies.
Well, you just wait a minute because I'm gonna stop.
You gonna talk nice?
I will do my best.
You bastard.
- Can I have a kiss? - No. I hardly know you.
Why don't we take a walk and talk about the Wild West and how to get out of it?
Well... all right. I can talk about that.
Cal, I forgot how to tie a diamond hitch.
- A squaw hitch is all you need. - You'll be gone two weeks?
Give or take a few days. Cary, you're gonna move some stock to make way.
- No more than two... - Or three at a time.
- I've been doin' this for a while. - I reckon you have. Let's go.
Keep low, boy.
Hell of a damn way to ride off.
- Stay with your horse. - Get a hold.
Si, stay with your horse! Si!
Goddamn it, he knows what he's doing.
Si let go of the rope.
Oh, Jesus.
- Help! - You're gonna drown!
Help! Get me in.
We did it. We crossed that son of a bitch, didn't we?
I couldn't swim, but I was swimmin', right?
I can! I did it!
We deserve a lot of damn credit.
We crossed the Mighty Mo and I want some damn credit.
Supposin' if the catfish in that son of a bitch could eat a pig.
Or a chicken.
Get out.
- Easy, now. - Tom!
Hey, Tom!
Huh?
You're the only rancher who hasn't met the new regulator.
Tom Logan, Robert E Lee Clayton.
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.
Damn near... sucked my boot off.
Pleasure to meet you.
Regulator - ain't that like a dry-gulcher?
That's not the softest term you could use, I'd say.
Well, a regulator... Correct me if I'm wrong.
Isn't a regulator one of these boys
that shoots people and don't never get near 'em?
That's it.
Well, what about the binoculars? What are they for?
Well, I've taken to watchin' funny-Iookin' birds.
I see.
Well, hell, I don't know.
I suppose if you didn't get a way off, a mile or so to do the job,
you'd just get messy like I done here.
Easy, Tom. Don't let me down.
I've just heard this from all the other dreamers tryin' to ranch around here.
Lee, did you ever hit a man from a mile off while he was carryin' a pail of water?
A mile, well...
But I don't remember the pail.
No, sir.
When you hang a man, usually he has a chance to talk,
or say goodbye, write a letter...
Besides, a Creedmore...
- It's a Creedmore, isn't it? - It is a Creedmore, and a beautiful one.
Must make a pretty good mess of a human.
You hit a guy from 500 yards out, say,
why, the suddenness of it, he don't have a few seconds to make his act of contrition.
And you never have to look him in the eye.
Right there, that makes all the difference.
I would disagree, sir. The thing that makes all the difference in the world
is the fact that it accomplishes the task, you see.
This old boy in Wyoming...
Whoa.
This old boy in Wyoming, he sat down just to pull sandburs out of his trousers,
and his skull suddenly flew into pieces about the size of your thumbnail.
That was the first time I ever heard the term "regulator".
- That was the first time. - First time.
What would be your line of work, sir?
I was in the implement business up in the Shonkin Sag,
but I started back in the ranch south of here.
You started back in? You was before...?
My family used to have a place, but when they lost it I hired out.
Oh, I see.
I certainly wish you good fortune, Mr Logan.
The times are hard on a small operator.
Heyah!
I hope the damn horse thieves leave you something.
- I hope so too. - Good day to you, sir.
Bye-bye now.
This colt of yours will be all right if you can find a wet mare.
- Is the mother dead? - Yeah.
She got bogged down in a mire about a mile from here.
- See you later, Tom. Thanks. - All right, Mr Braxton.
Damn those hands of mine.
Good luck, Old Sloppy.
Must have smelled something.
The closer you get towards Canada, the more things eat your horses.
Probably smelled a bear or a cat or some damn thing.
Either one would go ahead and eat your horse...
Whoa...
Damn! I don't know why they had to put Canada way the hell up here.
Well, hello, Jane.
Hello, Tom.
I didn't think I'd find you here.
- Why'd you think that? - Cos I haven't seen you.
You thought I was gonna come courtin', didn't ya?
Maybe so. Mm-hm.
You was too harsh to me last time. I never kick a dead horse, lady.
That sure is some garden you've started here. Have you had one before?
No. My aunt had one and I kinda took it over.
I ain't half bad at it though.
No.
Why don't you get down off your horse?
I will, thank you.
You're a lot nicer than you was before. Why is that?
Well, you didn't come courtin' me like I figured you would, and...
I'm...
You're what?
I'm tryin' to revive your interest.
Oh, yeah?
Well... come here a minute and I'll show you something.
All right.
Now lift that up.
Close her down. Garden's watered.
I admire you.
Come in the house. I'll make you a cup of chinee tea.
Chinese tea?
Northern Pacific Railroad. Where did you get these?
Just souvenirs.
Mm...
How long does the tea take?
Five or ten minutes.
Can I come over there?
I'll come over there if you ask me to.
Let's go over there.
You sure about that?
That's right.
How do you know you're sure about that?
Well, why do you think?
Cos that's the reason why you come out here in the first place.
That's right.
This here tea's gonna get black as ink.
We'll write somebody a letter with it.
Let's write your father a letter.
Tell him that you're the prisoner of the chinee tea slavers.
Would you like to do this?
Yeah... I would like to.
That's what I would like to do.
Sorry.
God.
God, God.
Sniper, sniper, sniper.
Goddamn. They're pretty.
Yeah. They're neat little bastards, ain't they?
Oh, boy. There's more of 'em than I expected.
Yeah. Do you suppose them catfish ever look up?
- Piss on them. - From up here?
Sh!
Supposed to be the best police in the world.
- They don't scare me. - Me neither.
Let's take these horses to the home of the brave and the land of the free.
- Not today. - What?
Not today!
Goddamn.
I'm gonna have an awful lot of explaining to do when I get home.
But I'm not gonna lie my way out of this one.
Yes, I am.
- Which one? - I'm gonna lie my way out of it.
- Where'd she go? - Who?
- Your ma. - Oh...
Well, she listened very carefully to my father for about three years,
weighed every word,
and then she up and ran off with the first unreasonable man that she could find.
Wait a minute. Stop. This is a nice way to ride, but I know a much better way.
Where are you goin'?
Ooh!
- Well, that is clever. - Yeah.
Would you say that this is lewd conduct?
Well, I couldn't say for sure.
My father has a library full of law books, cos he believes in the law.
He says that we haven't got any law up here yet.
What brings that to your mind?
Because in one of those law books of his, there's a whole section on lewd conduct.
- What about it? - It's against the law.
Are you an outlaw?
I'm a jackpot rancher with a milk cow and 100 square foot of root vegetables. Why?
- Why do you have so many guns? - Because I'm a sportsman.
Why do you have a sawed-off shotgun?
Well, because I'm a sawed-off sportsman.
Well, something has sure started in my thinking,
and I don't know why we should go on if you're just gonna end up dead.
Whoa.
Can we get down here for a while and talk?
- Yeah. OK. - You can make it?
# When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more
# And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair
# And the chosen ones shall gather over on the other shore
# And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there
# When the roll is called up yonder
# When the roll is called up yonder...
Now they've locked in with Jesus. Let's do it.
- Makes me feel real safe and peaceful. - Well, that's what Sundays are for.
For the best police in the world, Mounties are dumber than sticks.
We just left 'em nothin'.
Ha-ha! Whoo!
Damn.
Shouldn't crawl up on people like that.
Well, I'm not the crawlin' kind.
I was just passin' by and I thought I'd ask you a question or two.
There was a family of Logans out of Kaycee, Wyoming.
There was four brothers. The youngest was a kid named Lonnie.
They was all pretty quick,
except for Lonnie - he was a fiddle player, and...
They killed him off right quick.
Some of the ranchers had found him thievin' or something like that.
Anyway, I was wonderin'... would they be kin to ya?
No. No.
Well, I didn't think so because you don't carry a gun.
No, I never carry a gun.
I never wear a gun neither.
Oh, once in a while I carry this little darlin' around.
She's almost like a poem. You know, it's all hand-done.
Etched, you know, scratched in silver.
Oh, she's a beauty. Made for the president of Mexico.
I diverted it for a hundred-dollar bill.
But it doesn't shoot worth a damn.
Some damn fool came along and filed off the top of the front sight.
And you have to sort of play with it.
It isn't easy.
Have a look at the rope.
Not bad.
There's one left.
I doubt it.
You're smart.
Farmers ain't smart.
I don't know exactly where you came from or what you were doing,
but I think you ought to go back to it, because you can't farm worth spit.
Unless... unless you lost your nerve.
In that case, cabbages is just what the doctor ordered.
Is your nerve gone?
Is your nerve gone?
Yah!
Easy, easy!
We're home, boys. We'll bed down soon.
How we gonna get 'em to swim across the Mighty Mo?
If you can get one or two to go, they'll all go.
Here's the breaks. Come on!
Back in the USA! What a relief.
Hey!
Slow, boys.
Mounties!
Come on. Let's get outta here.
Get down.
Let's get outta here.
Come on! Yah! Yah!
Agh!
Let's go! Let's go!
Wonder where Little Tod got himself off to.
I don't know.
I don't know where my finger is either.
Them Mounties... followed us right into the United States of America,
got their horses back.
It's not even legal!
Tie that hand up and let's move. Maybe we'll meet Little Tod at the Snake's Cross.
Come on.
Come on. Go! Go!
Whoa, there.
Do you always get off your horse that way?
I'm not chasin' you.
- Who did you think was after you? - This is the haunt of thieves and killers.
Oh, shit. Here.
This ain't the haunt of nothin' but diamondbacks and old farts like me.
- Who are ya? - My name's Jim Ferguson.
I'm pleased to meet you. What's your name?
Tod La Frambois.
La Frambois.
- What's your trade, Mr La Frambois? - Trade?
Well, I been in the... farm implement business.
Now I'm lookin' to get on with the ranch. Maybe down around Absaroka.
That'd be over that way.
I tell you what. I got a nice hare on a stick over here.
Let's go have a bite to eat.
- Well... thank you. - Come on.
# Life is like a mountain railway
# With an engineer that's brave
# We must make this run successful
# From the cradle to the grave
# Heed the curves, the fills, the tunnels
# Never falter, never quail
Never quail.
# Keep your hand upon the throttle
# And your eye upon the rail
- Sweet song. - Yeah.
Do you believe that life is like a mountain railroad, Mr La Frambois?
All I know, Jim, is that...
life is not like anything I ever seen before.
Yes.
It's really strange runnin' into a preacher out here, in this hellhole.
I believe that life is like a mountain railway,
but not for the reasons in the song.
I think life is like a mountain railway
cos you don't have no idea what sleazy son of a bitch got his hand on the throttle.
That's a real strange attitude for a preacher.
Yep.
I ain't no preacher.
What do you do?
I'm about a quarter-ass horse thief.
Anything to get some grits in my stomach.
Not doin' too good at it neither.
Otherwise I wouldn't be eatin' hare.
I'd be in Dodge City,
playin' with them big asses, drinkin' champagne.
What about yourself there, Tod?
What do you do?
Well, there's really nothin' to say. I'm a single man. Implement business.
- Where you got this implement business? - It's in Big Sandy.
No, I mean the Shonkin Sag.
No, I mean Big Sandy. Big...
I was raised up in Big Sandy.
There ain't a teeny-weeny implement business in Big Sandy,
and not in Shonkin Sag neither.
Mr Ferguson, I'm really grateful to you for your hospitality and everything,
but my line of work is none of your damn business.
I'm sorry, Tod. I didn't mean to get you all riled up like that.
I'll tell you what.
Maybe one of these days, I'll get a chance to cook your supper for you.
Hah! Hooray for a free dang meal.
Good.
Thank God.
I hope you keep my business to yourself too.
Hey. You got my word.
That's good enough.
What the hell's goin' on here?
Goddamn. What the hell's the matter with you?
Something... I don't know...
Tryin' to get some sleep here.
I want you to cinch up good on the knot there.
- Yeah, I did. - All right, now don't have fear.
This is the way my daddy taught me, now.
Easy aces, now. Come on.
Come on.
- This is the part I hate. I can't swim a lick. - Come on.
- What do I do? - Now slide off.
Slide off. Let her go. Let the horse go. Don't hold on.
- That's it. Now we're doin' it. - Whoo-hoo!
I got you now.
Damn!
- Hell, this is easy. - Up on that beast now.
You're halfway to the barn now, laddie.
- Halfway. - Yee-hah!
Come on! We've cut that son of a bitch.
We cut that goddamn thing slicker than butter.
Listen, you go on ahead now.
You go on over there and I'll secure the rope here.
- You got a good hold on that? - Yeah.
You get goin' now, and then you pull me in case something happens to me.
Yah!
Let her go now.
I don't know about this.
That's it. Go ahead.
In you go.
Damn horse won't swim. Come on.
- Dig your heels in now. - This isn't bad at all.
Yah!
I can't swim. Bring me in.
Now, you dirt turkey, are you gonna talk to me?
You gonna tell me somethin' now?
Listen, son, you got two choices now. Drink this muddy son of a bitch,
or tell me about Tom Logan and your goddamn rustlin'.
You... You son...
- I'm gonna give you one... - I'm not gonna say anything.
Mr La Frambois, one.
Agh!
Adios, amigo.
That's Little Tod's horse.
Damned if it ain't.
What happened? Did he get bucked off or what?
- I don't know. - Cal?
- What is it? - What the hell's goin' on?
Let's get inside.
- What's happening? - Lee Clayton. Lee Clayton!
Come here, Sandy, old girl. We're goin' to a picnic.
He never will close that gate.
It wasn't near as gloomy around here when we only had rustlers.
Never seen nothin' like him. Come on.
Never thought Mr Braxton would call in a man like that.
I presume you've had an enlightening trip.
Mm...
Well, what kind of trip did you have?
What did you learn?
Lower your voice. I feel an attack of gas and that could be perilous to both of us.
That's good.
What did you learn?
The one man that could have told me something didn't tell me nothing,
and then he upped and drowned himself in the Missouri River.
You've got no further than we did without you.
Oh, I can track a bluebottle fly right up your nose.
And I've taken to trackin' what people are thinkin'.
Where's your wife?
What has that got to... Damn it!
I detest your impertinence.
You stay out of my private life, you lilac-smellin' son of a bitch.
You ain't the first mental wizard I ever met, you know.
I've met ranchers, outlaws, stock detectives
who thought they was mental wizards like yourself.
There was one thing I could never understand and that was...
"Why can't they hang on to their women?"
You're beginning to rave. And you're beginning to bore me.
So you're gonna stop.
You're gonna stop spying on me and on my family.
You were never hired to do that.
I do not, and Jane does not,
and the dozen dolts who work for me do not steal horses.
But somebody does, don't he?
Well, there's a sight for sore eyes.
- Cal! - Long time, Logan.
Cal, I want you to meet a good friend of mine. Jane Braxton.
- How do? - Pleased to make your acquaintance.
She was born and bred here, Cal, and ready for city lights.
Pretty ladies should have what they want.
- How's the ranch comin', Tom? - You want a tour?
Sure do.
I'll see you later. Bye.
Cal, come on, I'll show you the orchard. Come on, buddy.
This little bastard was in sorry shape before I got to it.
These trees wouldn't have turned out a peck of apples apiece.
No wonder that guy's makin' barrels in town. He wasn't running this place right.
This tree was all full of scale and blight.
These limbs I dug out of here had borers in 'em and insect eggs all over everything.
It was...
Little Tod didn't come home.
What the hell are you doin'?
What difference does it make whether blight or borers eat up this whole ranch?
Well, Cal, I just have to say it.
I'd prefer that they didn't ruin the orchard.
Poor Little Tod.
Gimme that cartridge.
That girl's old man hired Lee Clayton, didn't he?
Yeah. He did.
What about her? Where's her husband at?
She don't have a husband. She don't need one.
She don't need one.
Boy, you're pretty far gone, ain't ya?
- It's the way it happens, isn't it, Cal? - I wouldn't know.
Not since that dog of mine put his tongue on the butter.
Where's Lee Clayton? Is he here?
You betcha. Moved right in. Made himself at home. Boy!
Robert Lee?
Robert Lee.
You know, the old man built this tub for the old lady, and she ran out on him.
Wasn't that you callin' me out there?
Yes, son. That was me.
There's no way you can win, you know.
What?
- There's no way you can win. - Win?
It's kin of mine is all that calls me Robert Lee.
I'm going to bust your fat ass.
How am I to get my nourishment spending my dinner hour here with you?
You ain't gonna get no nourishment. You're gonna dry up and blow away.
It just ain't in the cards, angel.
Can't you see that the list is as long as my arm?
You're under the headin' of what I do for a livin'.
Now step outside, because my stomach has commenced to growl.
Are you scared?
Shakin' all over.
It's almost like I don't have a prayer.
But I can't lose this appetite. What ails me?
You're floatin' there in your confirmation dress waitin' for God to save ya.
Did it ever bother you, sittin' up there in that cabin drinkin' coffee,
while that fiddler's wife was screamin' in the Sandwash?
Well, first off... I don't drink coffee.
Now can I climb out? I'm hungry for my supper.
Where's your Creedmore at, Robert Lee?
Where's your cabbage-shootin' Mexican pistola with flowers on the handle?
Why don't you go get it?
That settles it.
I'm not that hungry
and I'll stay here till someone fetches me who cares about my welfare.
- I deplore... - Get up, you dry-gulchin' piece of slime.
A little bathe in the tub here...
Get up!
Get up!
I want to lie here and lose. No dinner. No nothing.
Well?
My God. You ain't even there.
Did you kill him?
No, I just emptied his tub. Somebody's gonna have to do something about that.
What's become of Tom?
- Isn't he on his place? - No, he's not.
Well, that's not what I call ranching. I know what you're driving at.
All I can tell you is that things have been nearly as bad as they could be.
If those two men have reason to look for one another, I'm not interfering.
You find Lee Clayton and you stop him.
No.
You can't.
I won't.
I hope that you choke on that.
You don't mean that, darling.
- Vern, scat. - You betcha.
I wouldn't have hired Lee if the rustlers hadn't killed Pete.
This has nothing to do with Pete, law, or stealing horses.
- Then what does it have to do with? - Tom Logan.
Tom Logan.
- I never even think about him. - You can't bear me being with him.
Now, Daddy, goddamn it. You find Lee Clayton and you stop him!
You think I couldn't bear living here alone, don't you? Start me thinking.
No... No.
No, I won't. I won't.
Whoa, Buck.
- Oh... - What the hell are you doin'?
- Cal's got me lookin' out for Lee Clayton. - Come on down. Old Buck come up lame.
Gimme a hand. Goddamn it. Easy, Buck. Come on now.
Only goddamn intelligent horse. Easy, boy.
I had him.
You think anybody could do it? I mean... an ordinary fella?
I don't know.
Seems like somebody oughta be able to get the job done.
Just watch it is all.
I'll tell you one thing, though.
Don't start talkin' to him.
I don't care what the plan is, as long as you get us outta here.
That's what I'd like. Let's just pull our socks up and get out.
We're gonna hit Braxton.
We're gonna take everything he's got. Blooded stock an' all.
- That's the least we can do. - And maybe flush us a regulator.
I would love to include the old man.
A.44-40 in the brain would be my sentence for him.
I don't know why you don't want to go along with that.
I'd just sooner we didn't.
I wanna know on what grounds you don't wanna shoot Braxton!
We ain't gonna do it because I said we ain't gonna do it!
Am I perfectly clear on that, Cal?
Goddamn it, let's not start that stuff.
Really, Tom, it's only gonna wreck the whole job.
Cal?
Hey, Woodruff. Braxton got you nighthawking.
Mr Logan, what you doin' out of bed at this hour?
Lookin' for a better life, Woodruff. What do you know that's new and exciting?
- Same old thing. - What do you got in here?
Oh...
37.
And I got the walkin' horse, but...
You're gonna take 'em.
You bet. You wanna get down now?
And reach me over that bird's head Colt you got stuck in your shirt there.
Butt first, if you please, Woodruff.
- You think you're smart, don't you? - Well, I ain't dumb and I ain't tied up.
You just lay on that soft spot.
- You're slicker than snot on a door knob. - Thank you, Cary.
I tell you one goddamn thing.
Old Braxton's gonna be one surprised-assed son of a bitch, ain't he?
I regret Pete Marker wasn't here to get the news, that sorry bag of shit.
We'll see him in hell, that son of a bitch.
Shut up, Si, or you'll push these horses all the way down to Kansas without us.
Let's push, boys. I feel eyes all over us.
That relay ranch is dead. Anybody got a preferred district?
- Hellsgate for me. - Big Hole.
Big Hole. I'll meet you there. Cal?
Dodge Pole. Shit, that's all that's left.
- We'll meet back at the old cabin. Cary? - All right.
Remember, I wanna get $20 a head for these or we're doing this job...
I could have picked off one or two of them maybe, but we'd have lost the rest.
Supposin' you had a barn full of nasty old bats. You wanted to get rid of them.
The worst thing you could do is just get your gun and start shootin' around.
What good would it do you?
They'd leave and they'd be back by 7.30 in the morning.
If you want to get rid of a whole lot of evil bats, there's only one way.
And the way is this. You wait till the dawn comes.
About 4.30 and you're waitin' outside by the barrels.
Then you close the door real quick and all the bats are inside.
Then while they're sleepin', the lovely little sweethearts,
you have every one of the dirty little buggers at your mercy.
- That's the only way you can do it. - That's all very informative.
But every horse I own is gone.
The only way you're going to get paid is if I get them back.
Golly.
I don't care a damn about that. Come on.
Always finish the work.
And... I don't give a damn whether or not I get paid.
And, uh... talkin' about horses, I think I know the horse you're worrying about.
- He wears a black hat, he's two-legged... - Shut up.
...and I think I know where he stands at stud.
Shut up! You're out of control. You're through.
I want you off the place. Now get!
Well, it is your place, sir.
But the work is mine and I'll have the say about that.
Come on, Jess. We know when we're not wanted.
Let's go out to the bat hunt now.
You lazy no-good bastards, get back to work or I'll fire every one of you!
They call this country Hellsgate.
When my dad came in here, it was nothing but a bunch of savage Indians...
and Jesuits.
Old Thomas Jefferson said that he was a warrior so his son could be a farmer,
so his son could be a poet.
I raise cattle so my son can be a merchant,
so his son can move to Newport, Rhode Island, buy a sailboat
and never see one of these bastard-assed son-of-a-bitchin' mountains again.
Who was Thomas Jefferson?
Guy back east.
I'll bet you're about done in. You had a long day.
That's true.
Mother, you wanna show our boy the bunkhouse?
Surely. I'll bring him a blanket.
I'll see you before you start out in the morning.
Fine.
Let me thank you again for selling me those horses.
It's my pleasure.
My compliments to the artist that changed those brands.
Was it you?
I learned it from a nice boy from Newport, Rhode Island, with no sailboat.
They hung him in a cottonwood south of the Shonkin Sag, by the neck, until dead.
- You've got five minutes. - OK. Sh.
Wait. It would help if you got out of your drawers altogether.
- No. - Sh.
- What good is it keepin' them on one leg? - Why don't you shut up?
You've only got four of your minutes left.
Besides, I'm beginning to chafe.
Agh!
Hon? Honey?
Kid. Hey, kid.
Here's a buck. Go get me a whiskey and the rest is yours.
Good stuff. Go on. Hurry up.
Hurry up.
Thanks.
Hold these, junior.
I won't be but a minute, then we'll go get something to eat.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
I ain't got but $54, mister.
But I want all three horses or nothing.
What you got to trade?
A clarinet.
All right, I'll take it.
I can't use it. It looks too tight.
Here. Let me try it on.
Put your arm in. You can't tell till it's on.
Oh, it fits...
I don't want the goddamn thing.
Smoked meat!
Old smoked meat.
Where's Tom Logan?
I couldn't get him to come out.
God!
Too proud, huh?
I reckon.
I'd like about anything but getting burned up.
Well, you're about the last of your kind, old man.
If I was a better businessman than I am a manhunter,
I'd put you in the circus.
You know, about this time of year - Indian summer - gettin' there...
they say you can see the Star of Bethlehem,
if you look real good.
I seen it once or twice. But you gotta look away and then you gotta look at it, see?
You gotta look at it just a minute, like that, see?
See what I mean?
Well, old Granny's gettin' tired now.
Cal?
Si?
Oh... Oh...
Oh, my God.
No. Kiss first.
Kiss first.
You have the lips of Salome,
and the eyes of Cleopatra.
I dedicate this song to the only woman I ever loved.
I'm too shy to turn around and say it to your face,
but I mean it from my heart.
I don't love you, you harlot.
I'm not even speaking to you. Do you know that?
Come on. Would you?
That for you, and your disloyalty and your treachery.
Dear heart.
Grandma... Grandma.
Say good night to Granny.
I'll play you a tune.
Well, that's a fine thing.
You've pissed right in the middle of my love song.
God! Pissin' over my song.
Well...
You know what woke you up?
Lee, you just had your throat cut.
Where is he?
He's in there.
All the rest of the hands left a couple of days ago except for Vern.
- I'm stayin'. You betcha. - It's all right, Vern.
I told him I was leaving last night and he... sort of came unravelled.
He's just lost himself.
Well, all I can say is he'd better leave the room,
cos I'm gonna do it regardless.
Get out of the way, Vern. You recognise this?
- You recognise it? - No. No.
Please, don't shoot him.
What are you caterwauling about, Vern?
Get out of the way before I put one into you.
You might as well. He's all I got. No...
He's all I have. He's all I have.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Shoot me.
Shoot me. Yes, shoot me.
- Praise the Lord. - Get out! Get that son of a bitch away.
- Vern, will you get away? - I will. You betcha.
- I'm sorry, Tom. - What for?
For everything.
Your friends, are they...
Yeah.
If...
What were you gonna do? Just take off?
Yes.
What'd you expect?
To see you, for one thing.
- Did you think I'd be above ground? - Well, of course.
- Why "of course"? - Because I just can't imagine you dead.
My God, are you gonna make me say it?
Tom!
You've just about done it, huh?
Yeah.
Well, I think I've found a buyer for the ranch.
I'm going into Absaroka now to see about it and find a place for Vern.
Well...
I'm glad.
I don't wanna spend the rest of my life tryin' to get back at somebody.
Why'd you say that?
No reason.
Well, hell, neither do I.
Where do you think you'll be... in about six months?
Well, if I was to guess, I'd say north of the breaks.
There's the Little Rockies up there.
A lot of little valleys are supposed to have water year round.
Sounds like a real good guess.
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Married With Children 1x02 - Thinergy
Married With Children 1x03 - Sixteen Years and What You Get
Married With Children 1x04 - But I Didnt Shoot the Deputy
Married With Children 1x05 - Have You Driven a Ford Lately
Married With Children 1x06 - Whose Room Is It Anyway
Married With Children 1x07 - Al Loses His Cherry
Married With Children 1x08 - Peggy Sue Got Work
Married With Children 1x09 - Married Without Children
Married With Children 1x10 - The Poker Game
Married With Children 1x11 - Where Is the Boss
Married With Children 1x12 - Nightmare On Als Street
Married With Children 1x13 - Johnny B Gone
Marrying Kind The (George Cukor 1952)
Marrying The Mafia CD1
Marrying The Mafia CD2
Martian Chronicles The 1980 CD1
Martian Chronicles The 1980 CD2
Martin Lawrence Live Runteldat
Marx Brothers - Horse Feathers (1932)
Mary Poppins 1964 CD1
Mary Poppins 1964 CD2
Mask of Zorro
Masque of the Red Death The
Masques (Masks)
Massacre 1989
Master And Commander - The Far Side Of The World (2003) CD1
Master And Commander - The Far Side Of The World (2003) CD2
Matango (Attack of the Mushroom People 1963)
Matchstick Men
Matrix
Matrix Reloaded (2)
Matrix Revisited The (2001) CD1
Matrix Revisited The (2001) CD2
Matrix Revolutions The CD1
Matrix Revolutions The CD2
Matrix The
Maurice 1987
Mauvais Sang
May (Lucky McKee 2002)
McKenzie Break The 1970
McLintock CD1
McLintock CD2
Me Myself I
Me Myself and Irene
Mean Creek 2004
Mean Girls
Meaning Of Life The (Monty Pythons) CD1
Meaning Of Life The (Monty Pythons) CD2
Medea
Meet Joe Black
Meet The Parents
Mekhong Full Moon Party (2002)
Melody Time
Memrias Pstumas
Men Behind the Sun
Men In Black
Men Make Women Crazy Theory
Men Suddenly In Black
Men in Black 2
Men in Tights
Menace 2 society
Mentale La
Mentale La (The Code)
Mephisto CD1
Mephisto CD2
Mercury Rising
Mermaids
Message in a Bottle
Metroland 1997
Metropolis
Metropolis (anime)
Miami Tail A 2003
Michael Collins CD1
Michael Collins CD2
Michael Jackson Moonwalker 1988
Michael Jordan To The Max 2000
Michel Vaillant CD1
Michel Vaillant CD2
Michelangelo Antonioni - Blow up
Mickey Blue Eyes 1999
Middle of the Moment
Midnight (1998)
Midnight Clear A
Midnight Cowboy (1969)
Midnight Express 1978
Midnight Mass 2002
Midnight Run CD1
Midnight Run CD2
Mighty Wind A
Milagro De P Tinto El
Milieu du monde Le (Alain Tanner 1974)
Millers Crossing 1990
Million Dollar Baby CD1
Million Dollar Baby CD2
Million Le 1931
Mimic
Mimic 2
Mindhunters
Minimal Stories 2002
Minority Report 2002
Miracle On 34th Street
Miracle Worker The
Mirror The 1997
Misery
Mishima A Life In Four Chapters DVDRip 1985 CD1
Mishima A Life In Four Chapters DVDRip 1985 CD2
Mission Cleopatra
Mission Impossible (1996)
Mission Impossible 2
Mission Mumbai
Mission The CD1
Mission The CD2
Mission en Marbella
Mississippi Burning CD1
Mississippi Burning CD2
Mississippi Mermaid 1969
Missouri Breaks The 1976
Mogambo CD1
Mogambo CD2
Mohabbatein CD1
Mohabbatein CD2
Mokey Business
Mole The CD1
Mole The CD2
Molly Maguires The CD1
Molly Maguires The CD2
Mommie Dearest (1981)
Mona Lisa Smile CD1
Mona Lisa Smile CD2
Monanieba CD1
Monanieba CD2
Monday
Monella CD1
Monella CD2
Money Money Money (Claude Lelouch 1972) CD1
Money Money Money (Claude Lelouch 1972) CD2
Mongjunggi
Monkeybone - Special Edition
Mononoke
Monsters Ball
Monsters and Cie
Monthy Python - Life Of Brian
Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl
Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl 1982
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Monty Pythons Life of Brian
Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life
Monty Pythons and the Meaning of Life
Moon Child 2003 CD1
Moon Child 2003 CD2
Moon Spinners CD1
Moon Spinners CD2
Moonfleet 1955
Moonlight Whispers 1999
Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears CD1
Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears CD2
Mosquito Coast The CD1
Mosquito Coast The CD2
Most Terrible Time In My Life The (1994)
Mostly Martha
Mother India 1957 CD1
Mother India 1957 CD2
Mother Kusters Goes To Heaven 1975
Mother Night 1996
Mother The 2003 CD1
Mother The 2003 CD2
Mothman Prophecies The
Moulin Rouge CD1
Moulin Rouge CD2
Mouse Hunt
Mrs Doubtfire
Mrtav Ladan
Muhammad - Legacy Of A Prophet CD1 2002
Muhammad - Legacy Of A Prophet CD2 2002
Mujer mas fea del mundo La
Mummy Returns The - Collectors Edition (Widescreen)
Mummy The - Full-Screen Collectors Edition
Muppet Christmas Carol The
Murder By Numbers
Murder In The First 1995
Murder Most Foul (1964)
Murder My Sweet 1944
Murder at the Gallop
Muriels Wedding
Musketeer The
My Babys Daddy
My Beautiful Laundrette
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
My Boss My Hero
My Bosss Daughter 2003
My Girlfriends Boyfriend (Eric Rohmer 1987)
My Life as a Dog 1985
My Life to Live
My Neighbors the Yamadas (Isao Takahata 1999) CD1
My Neighbors the Yamadas (Isao Takahata 1999) CD2
My Son the Fanatic
My Tutor Friend (2003) CD1
My Tutor Friend (2003) CD2
My Wife Is A Gangster 2
My Wife Is Gangster
Mystery Of Rampo