All language subtitles for 24 - The Stranger

Can I help you?

Yes-- couple of
your newspapers

came into my hands
in New Orleans.

They mention a man
called Ben Cartwright.
Aye.

Well, is he a rather
large man physically,

about my age?

He has two sons.

Three of them.
MAN:
Three?

Well, what do you
want him for?

I'm Joe Cartwright.

Your father and I
have urgent business together.

Where is he?

Well, he's out of
town right now.

What kind of business?

Out of town, where?

Uh, Silver City.

At a reception
they're giving in his honor.

Look at this.

A whole newspaper story
about him.

We're grooming him
for politics.

Fine man that he is,

he'll make a fine governor,
so he will.

Little Joe here
is checking me

on the facts
of his life.

Be in tomorrow's paper.

"Nevada and Ben
Cartwright.

A great future
together."

(crumpling paper)

Well...

I don't know about
Nevada, but...

Ben Cartwright
has no future.

What did you mean
by that?

When he gets
back into town,

tell him I'm
at the hotel.

Charles LeDuque.

I asked you
a question.
All right, let go.

Now, look here...

All right, now,
hold it, Cole.
Hey, no, no...

We'll smash Ben Cartwright

just like we've smashed
the story of his life.

(theme song playing)

Hi, Jack.

Joe Cartwright,
how are you?

What can I
do for you?

Listen, you got
a fellow

named Charles LeDuque
registered here?

Yeah.
Well, what room
is he in?

He got anything
to do with that?

Yeah, maybe.

218.
All right, thanks.

Hey, Joe.

That's, uh, good
news, isn't it?

I mean, about your father
running for governor.

Yeah, it's just fine, Jack.

Yeah?

All right, where
is that man of yours,

the one that hit me?

I'm sorry about
that, son.

Why don't you
come on in?

Mr. Cole will be
back shortly.

Meanwhile, is there
anything I can do for you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you can tell
me who you are

and what you want
with my father.

Oh, I'd rather spare you
that ugly story.

Oh, what ugly story?

You know,
it's really remarkable,

the resemblance you bear
to your mother.

Oh, just leave my mother
out of this.

Ah, that's a little difficult,

considering the fact that she
and I were... good friends.

You said you had an ugly story.

Couldn't have been
about my mother.

You're right.

That story was about
the man she married.

You're lying, mister.
All right,
take it easy, boy.

You got something to say,
say it!
All right.

You take a message
to your father.

Tell him to stay out
of politics,

because the plans I have for him
are liable to interfere.

What kind of plans?

Inspector Charles LeDuque,

New Orleans
Police Department.

Oh, and you came all the way

from New Orleans
for my father, huh?

2,000 miles
and 20 years.

Oh, well,
I don't believe you, mister.

Go tell your father.

See if he believes me.

I'm going to tell him.

I'm going to tell him, then
I'll be back for your friend.

And in case
you're curious...

the charge is murder.

Now I know you're lying.

(gentle classical
music playing)

(chuckles)
Oh, Ben.

Whew!

I must tell you...

it's unusual
in these parts for a man

to be so graceful
on the dance floor.

Well, I must tell you,
I-I haven't danced

in such a long
time, but...

so lovely a partner would
make any man graceful.

Your compliments
are as smooth as your dancing.

I'm sure you learned
both arts

during your stay
in New Orleans.

Perhaps.

(giggling)

Hello, Pa, Alice.

Hello, Adam.

Louise, your father is
a most generous host.

Well, it's not every day

we can entertain
the future governor.

Adam's been telling me
about his two brothers.

It's a shame they
can't be here tonight.

Well, the Ponderosa demands
a great deal of work.

I know.

And you're lucky to have
three sons to do it.

Too bad we have
to leave tonight.

Pa's got to get
around the territory

so that people can get
better acquainted with him.

I think everyone in Nevada
knows Ben Cartwright.

(chuckling)

Folks, your
attention, please.

You all know about
the fuss everyone's

been kicking up about
making Nevada a state.

(crowd murmuring)

So, it's time
we started thinking

about our first governor,

someone who'll fight
with all his heart

for the future
of Nevada.

My friends...

I give you an able man...

a charitable man...

a humble man.

I give you Ben Cartwright
of the Ponderosa.

Ben!

Come on, Ben.

Say something.

I'm, uh...
I'm deeply grateful.

Well, I, uh...

I won't make
a speech.

(laughter, applause)
Oh, no.

Uh, in this
country, we, uh...

we don't talk much
about things.

We... We get out
and do them.

The things I want,
I believe you want also:

A free country where we
can raise our families

in safety, under God.

Now, Nevada is not yet a state,

but when that great day comes,

if you still want me,

I'll try to do everything
I can to be of service.

(sighs)

We'll want you.

Your father's
a wonderful man.

He's going to make
a splendid governor.

ADAM:
Well, meet
the next governor.

Hey, hooray!

(chuckling)

There ain't nothing
to celebrate yet.

Not until Nevada
becomes a state.

ADAM:
Technicalities, Pa--
just technicalities.

Put it over there,
please, will you?
Yes, sir.

What's the matter
with Joe?

Pa, you've had a long ride.

Why don't you go on up
and get into some fresh clothes.

and we'll have somethin' to eat,
and then we'll talk

about it later.
Sounds good.

LITTLE JOE:
Pa?
What?

I don't think this can wait.

What?

There were a couple
of strangers in town today.

They came into
the Territorial Enterprise.

Made a few remarks
about you I didn't like.

Well, I imagine there
are quite a few people...

Well, what kind of remarks?

Well, first, I better tell you
who they are.

They say they're on
the New Orleans police force.

One of them is an inspector
named LeDuque.

LeDuque?

Charles LeDuque?

Then you know him.

Is he at the hotel?

Yeah.

Saddle my horse.

I'm Ben Cartwright.

Wow.

Come in, Cartwright.

Come in.

Huh.

Been 20 years.

You haven't
changed much.

You remember me?

Yes.

I remember you.

I understand you're a big man
in these parts.

They're even thinking of putting
you up for political office.

Governor, isn't it?

I have a lot of good friends.

A lot of friends
and three fine sons.

Well... I haven't been
as fortunate as you have.

Of course, a policeman
doesn't have much chance

to accumulate family,
friends or admiration.

But most people admire
an honest man of the law.

Hmm...

Seems like you have everything
and I have nothing.

Of course...

I have always
been handicapped

by this unfortunate infirmity.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's...

a bullet was responsible.

Hurts, every step.

Yeah, see, the...
the kneecap is shattered.

Happened 20 years ago.

I was on a murder case,

the murder case
of Simon LaRoche.

You remember?

I remember.

You should, because you're going
to hang for it.

Mr. LeDuque...

that charge against me
was dropped 20 years ago.

Was it?

Yes, it was.

I offered to return
to New Orleans

a month after I left.

My lawyer wrote, said
it was unnecessary

since three witnesses
had testified

that I had shot LaRoche
in self-defense.

Hmm.

Well, do you have
any, uh... any proof,

any, uh, documentary
evidence?

Well... no, I...

I was to have
received a letter

from the New Orleans
chief of police.

But you don't
have that letter.

(chuckling)

You know, Cartwright,
your lawyer

gave you some
very bad advice.

You are a fugitive
from justice.

You are still wanted for the
murder of Simon LaRoche.

Mr. LeDuque,
that can't be.

No?

Here's a warrant
for your arrest.

Go ahead, look at it.

It's a true warrant.

It's on the right paper,
the right signatures,

the right language.

What more do you want?

The right motive.

What's yours?

You remember
a scuffle in the alley

the night I came
to arrest you?

We, uh, we had a fight.

I knocked you down.

Do you remember
hearing a shot?

LeDuque, you were after me.

You wanted to kill me.

I wasn't armed; I ran.

Yes, you ran.

I followed you.

In the dark, I fell
and the bullet entered my leg.

I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

I... I didn't look back.

You should have.

Because it gave me a very
special interest in your case.

I started following you that
night, crawling on my belly.

And I'm gonna continue to
follow you until you hang.

I can't hold myself responsible

for what happened
to you that night.

You're going back
to New Orleans with me

and stand trial.

This warrant of yours

is of no value
out here, you know.

You know, if
you're innocent,

I think you'd be anxious to
go back and clear your name.

My name is clear.

What do you think your
name would be worth

if people found out about
your wife and Simon LaRoche,

Governor Cartwright?

Cartwright...

before I'm through,
you're gonna beg me

to take you back
to New Orleans.

You don't believe
that, do you?

I swear it.

See you, Mr. Cartwright.

That's Ben Cartwright.

Gonna be first
Governor of Nevada

when she becomes a state.

Hi, hello there, Ben.

Dennis.
How are you now?

Well, to be perfectly frank,
Dennis, uh, not too well.

Aye and I'll wager
it's on account of

them two, the
two strangers.

Ah, you've seen
them, have you?

Wasn't it right in front of me
that Little Joe was hit?

It was you they
were looking for.

And by the look of you, it
was bad news they brought.

Dennis, I suppose
you'll be reporting

what happened
in Silver City.

Aye, it's right here.

I'd like to, I'd like to
put something in next to it.

Aye, just one moment.

Ready now.

To all of my friends
in Nevada...

...my deepest appreciation

for the way you've honored me.

But, for personal reasons,

I hereby withdraw my name

from consideration
as a possible candidate

for Governor of the
State of Nevada.

Here, take a look at that.

So, he's withdrawn his name.
Uh-huh.

Seems like you've already
begun to reach him.

Yes, sir, things are

beginning to fall
right into line.

"But, for personal reasons,
I hereby withdraw my name

"from consideration
as a possible candidate

for Governor of the
State of Nevada."

But, Pa, there was no reason
to withdraw, not yet.

I didn't want to, Adam.

Believe me,
I didn't want to.

Why then, Pa?

You can't just leave your
friends out on a limb

waiting to be sawed off.

Your friends would've
stuck by you.

You mean they'd have been
dragged down with me.

In a political campaign,
if there's just one weak spot,

one breath of scandal,
your opponents find it

and use it to destroy you.

But Pa, if you were
cleared of them charges...

If.

It would take weeks to get
word back from New Orleans.

If I remained a political
candidate all that time,

our names would be dragged

through every pig sty
in the state.

Pa, you're not telling us
everything.

It's not like you
to run out of New Orleans,

not without the trial.

The only thing I've ever
kept from you, isn't it?

It's one thing you can
still keep if you want to.

No, it's been too long already.

The truth is something

that always comes back
at you, doesn't it?

Joe, I've told you a great
deal about your mother.

You never really knew her,
she was a wonderful woman.

Beautiful, slender,
delicate, gentle.

Treated Adam and Hoss like
they were her own, hm?

She was like an angel

to everyone that ever came
into contact with her.

And then this...

this man, this LaRoche,

Simon LaRoche came
into our lives.

The man I killed.

Why'd you have to kill him?

Your mother came from a...

from a certain notorious
section of New Orleans.

A section the sailors
called "The Flats."

Pa, what difference does it
make where she came from?

No difference, no difference,
not to me.

But to a man like LaRoche,
it presented an opportunity

to cash in on her past

by threatening to
destroy her reputation.

Threatening her with what?

He blackmailed her to
keep her past a secret.

To keep what secret?

Joe, I...
What secret?!

Joseph, I doubt--
To keep what secret?!

What your mother
did or did not do

before I met her
is of no importance.

I loved her and
I married her.

'Cause she was a
wonderful person.

But your mother was
afraid of scandal.

Not for her sake
but for mine.

For Hoss' and Adam's.

So, she... she
paid LaRoche.

She paid him.

Until I found out about it.

I went to see him,

we talked, got
into an argument,

a fight, he pulled
a knife and...

I killed him.

In self-defense,
but I killed him.

I felt I couldn't stand trial

because then everything that
your mother wanted to forget

would have come out.

So it comes out now,
20 years later.

Yes.

That's why I feel that maybe

if I go to New Orleans,
I can put a stop to it.

There's another way.

Joseph!

Pa, let me go.

Not in the mood
you're in.

Now remember,

LeDuque is doing his duty.

I want you to promise me

that you will do no harm
to him of any nature.

I want to go out for a while.

I'll go with you, Little Joe.

I'd rather go by myself.

Joe?

(voice breaking):
I prom... I promise.

* *

Your friend
looks kind of lonely.

Well, hello there, cutie.

Hey, what's your name?
Dixie.

That's a pretty name.

Say, how'd you
like to come over

to the hotel tonight
and have supper with me?

Ooh, that would be nice.

Is that all right with
you, Inspector?

Go right ahead.

You look like you
could be fun, Mister...

Mister, um...
His name is Charles.

Charlie, huh?

Charlie, betcha I could get
you out of that lonesome mood.

I like being alone;
I have a lot to think of.

Think?!
You're wasting time.

Mister, it's against the law
to be alone in Virginia City.

I think I could
like you.

Child, if you got to
know me, you'd hate me.

Hey, why's he so hard
to get to?

He's got his reasons.

With that leg and all,
I feel kinda sorry for him.

Here, have a drink.

What about your friend?

Friend? He's not my
friend, he's my boss.

It's my job
to look after him.

LeDuque!

LeDuque, I wanna talk to you.

I don't have anything
to say to you.

I said I wanna talk
to you, LeDuque.

And I told you I don't have
anything to say to you.

Pa told us the whole story.

When you say the whole story,

I figure you mean the part
about your mother, too.

I'm warning you,

keep my mother's name
out of your filthy mouth.

You know, you and I ought
to be on the same side.

You just get your father to
take that little trip with me

and your mother stays an angel.

You know, I gave Pa my word
I wouldn't kill you.

But if you drag my mother's
name through the dirt,

so help me, I will.

You'll have to
kill me first.

Well, maybe that'll
be the best part.

He's dead.

It was self-defense.

Not the way I saw it.

You saw what happened!

You just got through doing me
the greatest favor of my life,

because now I can tell my story
under oath,

in a courtroom,
where everybody can hear.

The whole story
about your mother.

You just give me
the chance,

that trial will be about her,
not about you!

(footsteps approaching)

Well, you're not gonna get
that chance.

MAN:
Hey, what happened?

Go on, get the
sheriff.

Young Cartwright just
shot this man down
in cold blood.

BEN:
Oh, Sheriff. Evenin'.

Anything wrong?

I'm afraid so, Ben.

We're lookin'
for Little Joe.

Little Joe?

You ain't gonna
like this.

He shot a fella
in Virginia City,

killed him.

Oh no, Sheriff.

No question about it, Ben.

Where is he?

Who was it he was supposed
to have shot?

One of them fellas
from New Orleans.

Name of Cole.

Oh.

This Inspector LeDuque--
he witnessed it.

He said Little Joe just upped
and did it in cold blood.

Oh, Sheriff Brady, you know
Little Joe better'n that!

All I know is he shot a man
and run away.

And we gotta find him.

Sheriff...

now I know Joe'll
be coming home.

Let us bring him
into town to ya.

All right, Ben.

Your word's good
enough for me.

Come on.

I was hoping
I'd find you here.

I thought you'd come.

I... I wanted to say good-bye.

Son, you're not going anywhere.

I got no choice.

Well, there's always a choice.

Here it's the choice
between running away

or facing up to what's happened.

What did happen in town?

Well, I went to see LeDuque.

In spite of what you promised?

I promised
I wouldn't harm him.

I didn't say
I wouldn't see him.

While I was talking to him,
Cole came in.

We got into a fight, he drew
his gun and I killed him.

(sighs)

Trouble is the...

the sheriff's wondering
why you ran away.

Yeah, a lot of choice

with Inspector LeDuque
the only witness?

Well, it's your word
against his.

People of Virginia City know you

and I-I know they trust you.

Pa, that's not the point.

What is the point?

LeDuque told me what he'd do
at the trial.

He said he'd get up in front
of that whole town,

and tell all those
dirty lies...

about my mother.

You're running away to...

protect your mother's name?

Is that it?

Yes, that's it.

Your mother begged me to stand
trial in New Orleans,

no matter what
the consequences to her.

But, Pa, I can't do that.

I made a mistake, Joe.

I can't let you make
the same mistake.

Now you come home
with me now,

and tomorrow morning

we'll ride into town
together.

Son...

You've always trusted me.

And running away
will ruin your life.

And it won't help her.

Come home.

I'm asking you.

Sheriff...

I brought you
your prisoner.

Thanks, Ben.

What have you
got to say?

Shot him in self-defense.

Cole's gun was in
his holster.

That's impossible.

He drew first.
It was there.

Why'd you
run away?

Maybe he figured
he'd be framed,

like what's
happening now.

Now you know better
than that, Adam.

He'll get a
fair trial.

Gotta lock
you up, son.

You boys wait here.

I'll be back
in a few minutes.

(knocking on door)

I saw you riding into town
with your son.

If you've come
to plead for him,

you're wasting
your time.

LeDuque...

you didn't come to Virginia
City for my son.

You came for me.

I rather admire you
for bringing him in.

Shows a certain respect
for the law.

Respect?

My son tells me
you saw the shooting.

Mm-hmm.

He also tells me you
can clear him.

(chuckles)

Every criminal claims
he's innocent.

Don't call my son a criminal.

And let's stop beating
around the bush.

You came to Virginia City to
close the LaRoche murder case.

Well, I'm gonna give you
a chance to do just that.

Are you offering me a deal?

I'm offering you a deal.

Now, you clear my boy,

and I'll go back to New Orleans
with you.

Well...

Well, I don't know,
though,

you're... you're asking me
to perjure myself.

I'm an officer
of the law;

the truth isn't
open to whim.

But... uh...

Now, suppose I do make
this... compromise.

Would you return
with me unarmed?

Yes.
And alone.

Just you and me.

On horse.

Yes, I would.

And would you give
me your promise,

your word,

that you'd make no
attempt to escape?

I give you my word.

How long would it take
you to get horses

and provisions ready?

An hour.

Make it an hour
and a half.

I'll have time to
get outfitted.

I'll meet you at the jail
and clear your son.

We'll leave directly
from there.

And Cartwright...

you should feel
relieved.

Every criminal always is

who finally surrenders himself
to justice.

Pa, he's comin'.

Pa, who's comin'?

Inspector LeDuque.

He's agreed to tell the truth
about the shooting.

Tell the truth.

Why?

I'm going back
to New Orleans with him.

Now, I'll be back.

I'll be back soon.

Sheriff.

Inspector.

Ben says you've got something
you want to tell me.

Yes. About the-the death
of my associate,

Mr. Tom Cole.

Step over the desk,
please.

You see, I was
rather dazed

by what happened.

And so, I-I rather confused
the facts.

Unconfuse 'em.

Well, as I recall now,

Cole was drunk,
he drew first.

Joe Cartwright fired
in self-defense.

What about the gun
in Cole's holster?

He put it there himself
before he died.

Sort of a reflex.

Mister, you really was confused,
wasn't ya?

May be the strange climate.

I rarely bungle the facts
like this in New Orleans.

Mister, from now on,
stay in New Orleans.

We need you around here
like we need the plague.

You belong in that cell
instead of Little Joe.

Now, Sheriff,
everybody makes mistakes.

Ask Ben Cartwright.

All I want to ask Ben is will
he accept my apologies.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Uh...

don't let Little Joe
out of his cell

until I'm well away.

Why not?
Where you goin'?

Just do me the favor.

See ya when I get back.

Well, Little Joe will be out
pretty soon now.

Pa, I know you told
us not to,

but how come me and
Adam can't ride out

about ten miles and
intercept you.

A couple outlaws
rode up on you,

it wouldn't be your
fault, would it?

Forget it, Hoss.

Well, at least we can
ride along with you.

He can't object
to that.

Oh, he does object.

I said I'd go alone.

Well, now why's that
so important?

What's his motive?

I don't know.

Anyway, I gave my word.

I'm waiting.

Adam.

I'll get your
packhorse, Pa.

You're not a bad cook.

(coyote howls in distance)

You know,

reminds me of something
happened recently.

There was a case
where a condemned man

wanted to cook
his own last meal.

Then he didn't have
time to eat it.

So I did.

You know, it was very good.

I'm sure it was.

LeDuque, why did you wait

20 years to come after me?

I'm an officer of the law.

I'm subject to the orders
of my superiors.

I just can't believe
that your superiors

suddenly decided after 20 years

that I should be brought back.

Oh, I made that
decision myself.

Of course, I had to become an
Inspector before I could do so.

The fact that it took 20 years
is your fault, not mine.

My fault?

Yes, I've already told you.

A man with a physical handicap

doesn't rise fast
in police work.

I told you before,
I don't hold myself

responsible for that accident.

It was an accident

that happened
in the line of duty.

Now, when you became
a police officer,

you must have figured

that you'd have to
take certain risks.

Well, strangely enough,

I used to use those same
arguments with myself.

I knew that my hatred of you
might become an obsession.

I wanted to control it.

I wish you'd been successful.

Oh, I was for a while.

But then as I watched inferior
men being promoted over my head,

I began to wonder whether
I wasn't being

too charitable in my
thoughts about you.

Is that when you started
to think about vengeance

instead of justice?

Well, didn't I have it
coming to me,

after all the misery
you've caused me?

I don't believe that
any man is justified

in using a badge to satisfy
his personal hatreds.

You're so cold-blooded in
your thinking, Cartwright.

No, I've hated men in my time

but I've been able
to control myself

and not allow that hatred
to influence my life.

Well, why not?

You're a rich man,
you have sons,

you've loved women
and been loved by them.

(chuckles)

Oh, that smashed knee
of yours, huh?

It's really been of help
to you, hasn't it?

What do you mean?

The way you use it to
lean on like a crutch

to explain away your
personal little failures

in your police work, with women

and your relations
with other people.

Stop it.

Well, face it.

It's not your knee, it's you!

You stop it or
I'll shoot you now!

Now.

Now it's true, isn't it?

You never intended to take me

all the way back to
New Orleans, did you?

Got it all figured out,
haven't you?

How was it to happen?

I was to be killed
while trying to escape.

Is that it?

You'd like me to say yes,
wouldn't you?

So you'd be free
to break your word.

No...

I don't intend to
break my word.

I don't intend
to try to escape.

Because I'm going to get
all the way to New Orleans.

Just in case you have any
idea of killing me first--

No, no, no.

I don't want to kill you.

Good night.

I'm not gonna sleep
tonight, Ben Cartwright.

I'm not gonna sleep
any night while you're alive.

It looks like a warm one today.

What are you
waiting for? Mount up!

(horse neighing)

Get away from me!

You heard me!
Get away from me, Cartwright!

I think I'll put a bullet
through your leg,

so you'll know
how it feels.

(gunfire)

All right, get over.

You have another gun?

This'll do it.

Ah, they've had enough.

(man speaking native language)

They weren't after scalps.

They were after horses.

(speaking native language)

(cocks gun)

How far is the
nearest settlement?

About... uh, there's a
weigh station up ahead.

How far?

About 20 miles.

20 miles.

Over those hills.

Without horses.

And without water.

Come on.

Stay ahead of me.

(grunts)
Wait, wait, wait.

Let's rest a while.

Gotta keep moving.

This sun will kill you.

I can't walk anymore.

Gotta get to water.

Let me help you.

You stay away.

I don't need your help.

Well, now,
let me help you...

I said stay away!
(cocks rifle)

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

Been waiting 20 years for this.

(muttering)

Let me get him some water.

Easy, easy.

That's enough.

You brought me in.

Mm-hmm.

Why didn't you leave me
out there to die?

Couldn't let you
die out there.

Why not?

We'd have both been
better off.

When's the next stage
leave for the East?

Uh, it's due in
sometime tonight.

Where are we going?

New Orleans.

(wry laugh)

There's nothing
in New Orleans for you.

You have a warrant
for my arrest, don't you?

You were right.

I intended to kill you
before we ever got there.

But you can't kill
without hate,

and now the hate is gone.

Sort of a relief.

This warrant was
never any good, was it?

You were cleared 20 years ago

by everybody except me.

That letter the judge
sent you, I intercepted it.

Why didn't you leave me
out there to die?

Can you rustle up some food
for a couple of hungry men?

Him, too?!

Well, we come in here
together, didn't we?

You betcha, mister.
Just give me a couple minutes.

Come on, let's wash up.

Gimme a hand.