Conagher
- UNRATED
- Year:
- 1991
- 94 min
- 258 Views
Mule team.
There it is, Evie. There's our house.
Giddy up.
Whoa.
Come on, Laban, let's bring some water.
Pa, there's no floor. It's just dirt.
Well, the first cattle we sell, | we'll put in a board floor.
Goodnight.
I want to go home.
- You are home. | - I don't want to stay.
She'll be all right.
She just misses her mama.
You'll have the shotgun, Evie...
and enough supplies to last you | at least a month.
A month.
I shouldn't be gone much longer than that.
I've set aside $50. Use it if you need it.
Yes, Jacob.
I never promised you much, Evie...
and it isn't much.
But the land is ours.
And all that the land becomes | will be ours, too.
Bye, Ruth.
- You look after these women now, Son. | - Yes, sir, I will.
When I get back, | we'll be in the cattle business.
Whoa.
Come on, Ruth.
Heel, toe, and a one, two, three.
Give me your hands.
Giddy up.
Sorry, Ben.
Evie, what have I done to...
Somebody's coming!
Giddy up, there.
Whoa.
What in the Lord's name | are you folks doing here?
I'm Mrs. Jacob Teale, and this is Laban, | and this is Ruthie.
Ma'am.
This gent here is Beaver Sampson. | He's riding shotgun against Indians.
The gentleman getting down | from the coach is Tom Wildy.
He's the superintendent of the stage line...
Lord help him.
I'm Charlie McCloud.
We're taking the first stage through | to La Mesa.
Come in. You must be hungry.
We weren't expecting company, | but I'm sure we can find something.
Laban, get me an armful of wood.
You'll forgive our astonishment, | Mrs. Teale...
but we were told there was | no one living in this area at all.
Anyone tell you | this was Indian country, ma'am?
We haven't seen any, | but we've only gone for firewood.
Is Mr. Teale about?
No. He's gone to the settlements | to buy cattle.
Teale?
I haven't heard that name.
Not that I know everyone | that passes through...
but a man buying cattle, | you'd usually hear about such things.
Yes. Well, come in.
Your cabin is quite well built.
- It took quite some time. | - I imagine so.
Mrs. Teale...
we'll be running somewhat | of a makeshift affair for a while...
and I wonder if you would consider | taking on the feeding of our passengers...
until we get our stations established?
You could make yourself, | as well as the company, a bit of money.
That's scarce, I presume.
Yes, I could do that.
- We would have to lay in supplies. | - Of course.
You'd be saving us a lot of trouble | and expense...
if you could handle this | until we get settled down.
You make up a list, and I'll have McCloud | bring it in on the next stage.
Sure.
How are you with horses, son?
Could you harness the teams for us | until your pa gets home?
Yes, sir. I hitched up and drove | when we came west from Missouri.
You'll be our hostler then.
- Will the stages come often? | - Not at first.
Two or three a week | and then every other day.
One going east and one going west.
It'll depend on the business.
Would you pass that jelly, please?
They'll be bringing the horses out | in about two weeks, Mrs. Teale.
We'll see that a load of feed for them | gets here before they do.
Thank you.
You keep a close look out | for Indians, ma'am.
They ain't been troublesome, lately...
but you never can tell | when they might start up again.
Never give them anything. | They take that as a sign of fear.
Make them trade. They cotton to that.
Thank you, Mr. McCloud. I will remember.
Thanks again for everything, Mrs. Teale.
Mrs. Teale...
if I happen to see your man, | I'll tell him you're all faring well.
- Thank you kindly. | - Ma'am.
Newt! Walken!
I think I'm gonna have to make | a bigger corral.
Go to the house!
Whoa.
- Howdy, hostler. | - Howdy, Mr. McCloud.
- Howdy, Mrs. Teale. | - Mr. McCloud.
Please come in.
Ma'am, this here is Kiowa Staples.
Looks like he run into something | in the dark.
It was a no-account saddle bum | named Conagher.
Yeah, I misjudged him.
Next time we meet...
it won't be our fists we'll be using.
Come on, Kiowa, | you brought it on yourself.
You pushed the gent too far.
Now, you think about it, | you won't blame him none.
I won't be blaming him none...
but I'll kill him.
Get ready, boy! | We're bringing in the horses!
Get in there!
- I hear you're the hostler here. | - Yes, sir.
Well, there's a stage coming through, | nigh onto noon, so you be set and ready.
- Any chance to get some grub? | - I'll ask Ma.
I'm Chris Mahler, son.
This galoot, here, sporting the remains | of a shiner, is Conn Conagher.
Steer clear of him, boy. | He's got a burr under his saddle.
Don't listen to him, son. | I'm a right peace-loving man.
Who gave you the black eye?
Nobody gave it to me, son. I fought for it.
Won't you gentlemen come in for a bite? | Food's ready.
I'll take that kindly, ma'am.
Come on, Conn. Let's eat and ride.
You build this corral all by yourself, son?
Yes, sir.
You did a good job.
Must have been a lot of fun | digging in this rocky ground, huh?
Yes, sir.
When you lay the roof on your shelter, | there...
you ought to try | overlapping them boards a little bit.
Start at the bottom | and set the next one a mite higher.
- Help the water run off better. | - Thanks.
Yes, sir. Let's eat.
Boy, I like that.
Nothing like a wide-open view.
Thank you, son.
Get back in there.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Conagher" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/conagher_5849>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In