All language subtitles for Tales of Wells Fargo S06E18 - Assignment in Gloribee

They wanted
me to write the truth

about this savage wasteland.

Well, I will write the truth.

I'll call it
"A Wilderness Without Hope".

What was it Dante said?

"All hope abandon
ye who enter here."

Desert sure is
pretty tonight, huh?

Name is Chance, Nathan Chance.

I don't know about you,
but I get bored traveling.

Feel like talking.

Where you from?

New England.

Excuse me.

I wouldn't stand too close
to the edge if I was you.

You might find yourself
out in that brush country.

Woman like you wouldn't
stand much chance out there.

It may be better than here.

I don't know about that.

If some short-legged
Comanche didn't lift

that pretty rolled
up hair of yours,

the desert sun would sure
cook the salt out of you.

What a quaint way you
have of putting it.

Well, I ain't no Cape
Cod blue blood, Ma'am.

I'm sure there are other
people on this train

who speak your language
far better than I do.

Traveling alone?

You got the blackest eyes
I ever seen on a woman.

Would you please go away?

I knew a little girl once
had eyes as black as yours.

It was down in Tallis
on Christmas Eve.

I'm not interested
in hearing about it.

Well, that's exactly
what she said,

and it turned out to be
a beautiful Christmas.

Let go of me!

Take it easy I ain't
gonna hurt you.

Chance!

Reckon I had to do that, Ma'am.

He wanted my skin
for his trophy room.

I'd stick around, but
I don't think the law

would understand
my point of view.

You explain it,
how it was that is.

Hope I didn't spoil your trip.

The clack of the
train thundered in my ears

as I stared at the body on
the floor of the vestibule.

This was my introduction
to the glorious West

that Wells Fargo was
trying so hard to sell

to the civilized
part of the world.

She was just standing
there in the vestibule,

Sheriff, when I came through.

She said the man that
shot him jumped train

about an hour back.

She's gonna have a
hard time proving that.

Yeah, well, excuse me.

I wouldn't jump to too
many conclusions, Hal.

I knew that fella.
He was a bounty hunter.

Name was Curran.

What's that got to
do with it, Jim?

Did you ever see a woman
shoot a bounty hunter?

- Murdock?
- Yes.

Jim Hardie from Wells Fargo.

This is Sheriff Hal Humphrey.

Welcome to Gloribee, Ma'am.

Guess you had sort of
a baptism by fire there.

No more than I expected.

Miss Murdock's the lady I
was telling you about, Hal.

She's writing a journal
for an eastern newspaper.

Going to tell the
folks about the West

and what it's really like.

Wells Fargo's
sponsoring her trip.

Well, I guess
it's good business.

It should spark some
of those city women

to getting their men to buy
land out here and settle on it.

A woman's point of view
can be a dangerous thing.

Well, the truth shouldn't
be too dangerous, Ma'am.

Not at all. Only I don't think
that's what Wells Fargo wants.

Yeah, well, right now
I'm more interested

in that shooting on the
train, Miss Murdock.

Well, fortunately, for me

the savage who
committed the murder

was quite uninterested in
removing my rolled up hair.

Otherwise, I might have
arrived quite bald-headed.

I'm glad you find that
amusing, Mr. Hardie.

I'm glad to see you
have a sense of humor.

I think you'll find the wit
in my journal rather pungent.

I'll be at the hotel if you
have any further questions.

I presume there is a
hotel in this town?

Yes, Ma'am, there is.

It's right across the street.

However, since you're
traveling alone,

I'd feel much better about it

if you'd come out to
the farm and stay with us.

Just so I can keep an eye on you

for Wells Fargo, you understand?

Mr. Hardie, after what
happened on the train,

I think I can
survive without any

western gentleman's eye on me.

I prefer forming
my own opinions.

She's gonna sell land out here.

Looks like she might have formed
a few too many opinions already.

A stock show?

In her honor.

Jim, that's liable
to attract every

boot black cow puncher
in the territory.

Not to mention a hundred
slick-fingered gambling men.

Well, her father
wants her to see

what the West is really like,

and that cattle raising is
really an important industry.

Well, I'll have to
put on more deputies.

That's all right, Hal.

Do whatever you have to do.

Wells Fargo is footing the bill.

Well, it's your show.

When you finish
staring, my good man,

would you mind opening the gate?

You think it's a good idea to
let her go traipsing around

the country like
that by herself?

Actually, my job was to
cooperate, not to interfere.

I suppose I'd better
keep an eye on her.

The country
through a woman's eyes,

is rugged, hard, and cruel,

fighting harshly against
the pitiful efforts

of the pioneers
who would invade it.

The people are no
longer humans beings.

The West has frozen them,

scorched them, flooded them.

They're living in
a near-animal state.

Don't tell me you jumped
train too, New England?

Why should I?

I didn't murder
anyone in cold blood.

You weren't lined up in
that fella's sights either.

I have no intention
of standing here

discussing morality with you.

Let go of my arm.

You sure got a chin
full of argument.

What are you doing out here?

I'm writing a book,
if you must know.

You know, I only read one book

in my whole life,
"Aesop's Fables".

There's a story in
there about a fox

that wanted some grapes.

He called them sour when
he couldn't reach them.

I reckon some folks sure have
to feel that way about life

when they can't quite grab hold.

I'm afraid I still don't
understand your language.

Doesn't matter what
your mouth says.

It's what you eyes say.

I was just trying to
answer the questions

your eyes were asking me.

Maybe I don't see too good.

Hello, Hardie. Last time
I seen you was down South.

Christmas Eve, I believe.

Yeah, I had a
few too many tequila eggnogs

as I remember,
you didn't like that.

Still riding bog on
Wells Fargo, Jim Boy?

It's an honest living.

You still carrying guns
for the revolutionaries?

No, sir, those mercenaries take

too many risks for
too little pay.

I gave all that up to come back

and go in business for myself.

Mr. Hardie, if I may be
so bold as to interject,

you old chum here is a murderer.

He's the man on the train?

That fella drew
down on me first.

Got a right to protect
myself, don't I?

Is that true, Miss Murdock?

Did the other man have
his gun out first?

Well, suppose he did?

I don't see what
difference that makes.

He still shot him.

It makes a good deal
of difference.

It's a difference between
murder and self-defense.

That man was a
bounty hunter, Nate.

I hope you'll tell that
to the Sheriff, Jim.

Don't matter to some
of these sheriff's

who the bounty boys bring in

just so they ain't
still kicking.

Well, I'm not the sheriff,
and I can't speak for him.

But I can promise you one thing.

If you're wanted for anything,

somewhere down the
line we'll tangle.

Well, we've tangled
before, Jim Boy.

Matter of fact, I still owe
you one from our last fracas

when you took advantage
of my condition.

That's the best you can do, huh?

You wanna try me?

Looks like you're still
one up on me, Jim Boy.

I'm gonna try
to keep it that way.

I guess that's all right by
me just for old times sake.

Well, old times sake
isn't gonna keep me

from checking up on you, Nate.

Well, you got
responsibilities, I don't.

That's the difference
between us.

Just for the record, Jim Boy,

I ain't wanted, not by nobody.

Then why'd you jump the train?

Well, I ain't so snow-white
the law would believe my story,

but I figured you do.

The sheriff wants to talk
to me, I'll be in town.

Seein' ya.

Bye, New England.

I don't think it's too
good of an idea for you

to be out riding around
by yourself, Miss Murdock.

I think you're right.

Western law enforcement is
apparently quite incompetent.

Western Law is no different
than any other law.

"Laws are silent
in the midst of arms,"

Mr. Hardie... Cicero?

"And laws aren't valuable
only because they're laws,

but there's right in them,"

A man by the name
of Beecher said that.

You going back into town?

Well, since it isn't safe
for a woman to be out alone,

I suppose I'll have to
suffocate in that hotel room.

Well, if it becomes
too suffocating

or too distracting to write,

we'd still love to
have you at the ranch.

We're right up the road
there, and you can't miss it.

Mr. Hardie, let's
clarify something.

I know that your
western hospitality

is only prompted
by your employers.

What makes you so bitter?

I'm not bitter, Mr. Hardie.

I'm cynical, can't you
tell the difference?

Mind my asking
what you're doing?

Don't you know a soap making
machine when you see one?

Soap making machine, wouldn't
it be easy just to buy a bar?

Look I'm running your ranch.

I wanna save you money.

- That's good.
- Now.

You take this rig here.

You put fire ashes
in the barrel.

Then the rain washes
through the ashes,

and fills the little
tube with lye water.

Then you mix the lye
water with grease

from two deers and a bear,

and the next thing
you know you got soap.

Good.

There's just one thing
that puzzles me though.

What's that?

How does the rain
get in the barrel?

We take the roof down.

Well, did you change
your mind, Miss Murdock?

No.

Oh.

You seem to sit a horse
very well for an easterner.

My family's been
riding to the hounds

for years, Mr. Hardie.

Well, I hope we can show you
that our way of life out here

hasn't had the chance
to go to the dogs yet.

I don't want you to
misunderstand my intentions

of being here, Mr. Hardie.

I'm writing a journal
to typify the West,

and I was told that
the Haymaker Farm

is typical of your
way of life here.

Well, I'd say it's pretty
close to it, wouldn't you Jeb?

Oh, Jeb, this is Miss Murdock.

This is Jeb Gaine.

He more or less runs
things around here.

Glad to make your
acquaintance, Miss Murdock.

I wouldn't exactly
say that this was

Boston's Revere Hotel.

But it's mighty comfortable.

Jim, Look!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy, whoa.

Stop 'em, Jim, stop 'em!

Hold on, Jim!

Hey, Jim, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

That's a nasty looking gash.

Well, I must've done it
when I hit the wagon there.

We'd better get
him into the house.

Yeah, come on I'll
make you a poultice.

That'll be all.

You need a doctor.

Now don't you worry
about a thing.

I'll fix him up as good as new.

Now, Miss Murdock,
you come over here

and wash off the
dirt around there.

Come on.

I gotta got out to the barn
and get me some cobwebs

and make me a poultice.

What on earth
are you talking about?

You mix them with wheat flower.

Ain't nothing like it
to stop the bleeding.

But that's ridiculous.

He'll get an infection
from those filthy things.

Ain't what the doc says,

and I learned it from him.

And he's been using
them for 40 years.

Be right back.

The doctor learned
it from the Indians.

They've been using cobwebs

and with a great deal of
success for a much longer time

than your family's been
riding with the hounds.

Really? How fascinating.

Well, I suppose you
have to make due

in such primitive surroundings.

Well, I suppose you do.

You've got quite a medical
school back in Boston,

I believe, don't you?

The best, the most
advanced in the country

if I do say so myself.

Did you ever hear of a
Dr. Ashley Patterson?

Of course!

He's responsible for
some great advances

in the use of drugs.

I was fortunate enough to cover

one of his lectures
for my newspaper.

I was fortunate
enough to be his host

when he came West to do his
research for those lectures.

He was trying to learn more
about the drugs and the herbs

as used by the Indians
for medication.

I think he believed a good
deal more in the cobwebs

than you do, Miss Murdock.

Touche, Mr. Hardie.

Mind if I ask you a question?

Why did you accept this
assignment in the first place?

A challenge, Mr. Hardie.

Like going up in a balloon.

A challenge from your father?

I think it's rather
generally known that

he's one of the largest stock
holders in Wells Fargo.

At the expense
of my mother's life.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

There's a lot more
about this West

I understand than you think.

My mother was dragged out here

away from the decent
civilized life that she knew.

And they both fought this
wilderness for so long,

they didn't have the
sense left to know it had

swallowed them until
my father struck gold.

For him, it was an escape.

But it was too
late for my mother.

She died in childbirth.

Don't you think that could've
happened back East or anywhere else?

Well, it won't happen to me

regardless of what
my father thinks.

I'm not interested in
romanticizing the West

for his further justification.

I can only see this
part of the country

as my mother must
have suffered from it.

I think that answers all
your questions, Mr. Hardie.

Not quite.

There's one more,
if you don't mind.

Would you happen to know whether

your mother loved
your father or not?

Why, is that supposed
to justify everything?

You're not supposed to answer
a question with a question.

You're beginning to
sound like my father.

He has some primitive idea
that I don't understand

what really counts when
it comes to people.

I think maybe he's right.

You'll find out here,

especially in this
part of the country,

that what really
counts is what's inside

of a man or a woman.

And that if they love
each other enough,

they can survive
almost anything.

Here we are. This'll stop
the bleeding in a jiffy.

And he'll be as good as new.

Good day, Mr. Hardie.

I hope you survive.

Make a good woman if someone
will put a firm mind on her,

but, I guess, she
ain't no branding calf.

You take it easy I'm not
a branding calf either.

Well, you better start
behaving like one

before she gives
everything a bad name,

including Wells Fargo.

Yahoo-hoo, great
day in the morning!

I feel like a young bull!

Oh, are you the
sheriff here, sir?

- I am.
- My respects to you.

I'm Major Bob Shankford,
Empire Building,

and owner of the
finest land of cattle

this side of the Mississippi.

I heard tell about
you stock show,

and I'm prepared
to pay top price

for whatever pleases me.

Now my boys here they work
hard and they play hard.

Now this $1,000 should
cover any damage

they might inflict
on your fair town.

Good day to you, sir.

Come on.

Well, I suppose I'd better go

look after the literary society.

I don't want these boys to
add a new chapter to her book.

Stop it, stop it!

Helping ladies in distress

is a little more
in your line, Jim Boy.

I was on my way when
it started getting rough.

I could see you were.

I checked up on you, Chance.

You're not wanted for anything.

And as far as the incident
on the train goes,

bounty hunters have
made mistakes before.

The sheriff's willing
to call it self-defense

on the strength of
the lady's testimony here.

Things were just getting
interesting, Chance.

What were you planning to do,

save the lady from
sin and corruption?

I got better things to do.

Well, that was the whole
point of our being here.

So far I ain't heard
nothing but music,

and the clink of glasses
over the screaming female.

Ain't you heard
the clink of $50,000?

Now maybe my ears ain't so good.

Wouldn't have to be so good.

Ain't more than
20 feet from you.

It's in a belt around his waist.

That's a lot of fat to be
carrying around his middle.

Bad for the heart.

How do you know it's there?

Oh, I've good ears.

I heard about
the Major from a boy

that used to work for him.

Well now, what is your plan?

I'll show the Major a good time.

Then take the load
off his heart.

Figure the best time
would be tomorrow,

while the stock show's going on.

I'm beginning to
wonder if it's safe

to step outside
the door in this town.

Why'd you go in there
in the first place?

I found my snake pit,
and I was drawn to it,

like some people are drawn
to the smell of blood.

The men in that saloon didn't
intend to do you any harm.

They're hard-working
ranchers that were looking

for a little relief from
a rather difficult job,

and they're no different
from the men in the East.

Though, perhaps, they're
a little more direct.

I'm sorry, but my first
impression of this frontier

Wells Fargo is trying
to thrust down the throats

of civilized people was right.

And you're about as wrong
as anyone could possibly be.

I won't give you
the satisfaction of

of admitting to that
by going back, Mr. Hardie.

It'll take more than a snake pit

to make me give up my journal.

I'm going to write
about the West

in all its chapped,
diseased glory.

Well, I have more
important things to do

than stand here and argue
with you, Miss Murdock.

But I happen to
believe in this country

and in the people
and their dreams.

They're taking this
frontier, this wilderness.

One day they'll develop it into
a fine, decent civilization.

They've fought this
wilderness for so long,

they haven't
the sense left to know

that it swallowed them.

Maybe they had a dream
once, but no longer.

No, it's still there.

Though, perhaps
you can't see it.

Sometimes you have
to dig very hard

before you get to the gold,

even if it means getting
your hands a little bit dirty.

Say what you will, Mr. Hardie,

you can't change my mind.

Then I won't try.

Good day.

Yes, sir, Major, I traded short
horns with Shanghai Pierce

not more than six months
ago just outside Laredo.

Hey!

Any friend of Shanghai's
is an amigo of mine.

He's a good man,
a shrewd businessman.

But he's not as shrewd
as Major Bob, no, sir.

There ain't nobody that shrewd.

Hey, when is this
stock show gonna start?

Plenty of time, Major.

Let them get rid
of the scrub first.

Nobody's gonna touch
you in the purebred.

Here, have another drink.

Better get him back
to his hotel room, boys.

He'll have a couple
of hours to sober up

before the purebred auction.

The people,
the horses, the wagons

flow in a muddy stream through
this cracker-box community.

They fought this
wilderness for so long

they haven't the sense to...

You cover the stairs.
We'll back up Hawk.

Who's there?

Room service.

What do you want?

An ice pack for Major, sir.

Compliments of the management.

You stay nice and still
and nobody will get hurt.

What?

Easy does it, Major.

Small-time high-line rider,

you think you're gonna
get away with this?

Let him take
the belt off himself.

All right, off with it fast!

You think you're
smart, don't you?

I chewed up bigger
polecats than you

and spit 'em out
in bitty pieces.

He was an old man full
of nothing but bluster!

You didn't have to do that!

You sure got a way
of talking too much.

You feel like talking!

Talk to them!

Chance!

- She knows you?
- No wait!

We'll take her along.

You stay put, Ella.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff, there's been a
shooting up in the Major's room.

Get a look at the
ones who did it?

Yeah, I saw a couple of them

over in the saloon a while ago,

and they was boozing
the Major up.

Let's go take a look.

There's something else, Sheriff.

You know that lady journalist?

They took her along
for a hostage.

Are you sure about that, Jake?

Sure, it was the one
you was talking to

in the saloon yesterday.

Chance.

I'll see if I can
pick up his trail.

You get a bunch of men together

and catch up to me
as fast as you can.

Anybody follow?

Clean sweep.

I told you no shooting, Hawk.

We got what we wanted.

You're branching out.
I don't like it.

Every man for himself, Mister.

Even wolves work together.

But the big one, the lobo,
he calls the shots.

Or he works
the fastest in close.

I warned you, this was my party!

And I remember your
last party down at Laredo.

We lost a good flank
because it was your party.

You're getting soft, boy.

I was always soft about gunning
a man down for no reason.

I make my own reasons!

It seems when I went
South for a while,

I left somebody
to cut my throat.

Maybe it needed cutting, Chance.

The wolves they don't
follow no sheep.

Now we taking our share
and heading for Canada.

What you do is
your own business.

What about her?

I don't like witnesses.

Then I'll take her with me.

You'll take her with you dead.

Maybe you're right, Hawk.

Maybe I am getting too soft.

If you're a wolf,
you gotta act like a wolf.

I told you to look out,
New England.

Don't try it!

Outside, New England,
get on a horse.

All your Colts on
the floor over there. Fast!

Like you said, Hawk.

What I do is my own business.

I also said your throat
needed cutting, Chance.

They don't call me
Hawk for nothing.

Don't miss, you won't
get another try.

Outside.

You're hurt.

Nothing serious,
but it's slowing us down.

I want to thank you
for saving my life.

Well, don't thank me,
New England.

Chew my head off like before.

I liked you better with
the same kind of crust I've got.

Now Hardie's house
is somewhere nearby.

You know where it is?

- Yes.
- You get on over there.

They'll help you out.

I'm not going without you.

What's the matter, New England?

That crust crumble a little?

Please, Chance, let me help.

It's too late, New England.

I don't wanna leave you.

There's no time, New England.

Now or ever. Get out of here.

But what are going to do?

I'm gonna break out
of this place.

You'd just be in the way.

Give this to Hardie.

They've been here all right.

There's a candle in
there still burning

without too much wax around it.

Looks like the trail
goes out this way.

Miss Murdock, what's going on?

What's the matter?

Come on in the house.

Come on.

Now, now, now, now, come on.

You just sit right down there,

and you'll be all right.

What in tarnation's
been happening to you?

They wanted to kill me.

Kill you?

Who was it? Ill fix 'em.

I don't know.

They robbed somebody.

I heard them talking.

Oh, well, now don't
you worry no more.

You'll be safe here.

What's that?

The money.

What money?

Nathan Chance gave it to me.

Oh, please, Jeb, he needs help.

Well, all right.

But I'd better do
something about

that cut on your forehead first.

Cobwebs and wheat flower

are very good to
stop the bleeding.

Well, I reckon that
ain't no fitting poultice

for a lady.

It's good enough for me, Jeb.

Hiya!

Just like old times, Jim Boy.

Not quite.

I told you what would happen

if you were ever a wanted man,
Nate. Now you're wanted.

Now you'd better use that gun

if don't plan on
going back with us.

It's just about
as empty as my head.

The girl's in trouble, Jim.

She was with me I sent
her off with the money.

Hawk must've gone after her.

Where'd she go?

I'm going with you.

You're going back to
town with the sheriff.

This is no time to argue,
Jim. I know where she went.

But I ain't gonna tell
you unless I go along.

All right.

I'll take the responsibility.

You got it.

Me and my deputies will take
these jaspers back to town.

There, there. Now
that ought to hold it.

You should've been
a doctor, Jeb.

I was a veterinarian's assistant

in the cavalry during the war.

You think you'd be able to ride?

I don't wanna leave you here,
and I got to get into town

and let the sheriff
know all about this.

Oh, I'm fine, and you've
been very kind, Jeb.

I want to apologize
for the things I said

last time I was here.

Well, now I don't remember
you saying anything too bad.

I hope you'll devote a whole
chapter in your column to me.

All right, put that
rifle back on the floor.

New England, ain't that
what he called you?

You're a long way from home.

What do you want?

You shut up.

I should've figured you and
Chance were in this together

the way he looked at
you back in that saloon.

All right, where is it?

You tell me where it is.

That money has gone
back where it belongs,

and there ain't nothing
you can do about it.

Now you tell me where it is.

- Well...
- Hold it, Hawk.

Remember what I said, Hawk.

Don't miss you won't
get a second try.

Take care of him, Jeb.
Get him out of here.

Are you all right, Miss Murdock?

Yes.

Still keeping one
up on me, eh, Jim.

You know it's empty.

Where's the money?

He gave it to me to give to you.

What are you going
to do with him?

I'm gonna have to take
him back to the sheriff.

There were two men killed.

I had nothing to
do with that, Jim.

That's the truth.

That'll be up to
the law to decide.

Mr. Hardie.

I want you to let him go.

I...

I don't think I understand you
too clearly, Miss Murdock.

I said, I want
you to let him go.

Go on, get out of here.

Now wait a minute, New England.

Go on, you said there's
not time now or ever.

He saved my life, Mr. Hardie,

and I want to return the favor.

You're to doing him any favors
now by helping him escape.

When he brought the money back
and gave himself up voluntarily,

it's going to make a
good deal of difference.

He'll still go to prison.

Yes, he will.

I was in prison, down in Texas.

I should've learned something
for it, New England,

but I didn't.

You want to go back?

You made me want to go back.

We're from two different
worlds, New England.

Now we both have to go
back where we belong.

Maybe my world would've
been a lot better

if you'd been in
it a long time ago.

Thank you.

I needed that.

Didn't I, Mr. Hardie?

At least my father
would think so.

Yes, I think he would.

Now you come back

just as soon as you're
able, Miss Murdock.

You're always welcome here.

Thank you, Jeb.

I might just take you
up on that sometime.

- Good.
- Goodbye.

And, Jim, you've
been more than fair.

I want you to know that
I've changed my reading habits

from Cicero to Mr. Beecher.

Oh, well, I wouldn't
discount Cicero too much.

They each have their
own point of view.

Though it's different,

I think, it's important we try
to understand both of them.

All aboard!

Well, I'd better take my seat.

I want to write the last
chapter of my journal

while it's still fresh
in my mind.

Goodbye, Jim.

Thank you for everything.

Goodbye.

Hope you'll come
back again someday.

And as the
train twisted its iron ways

through the limestone hills,

I knew that I had learned
something about myself

as I'd learned about them.

The arms of the West are open

to those who believe
and are unafraid.

I think, I'm welcomed there now.