All language subtitles for Maverick - s01e22 - The Burning Sky.eng

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Hey, it's wonderful.

It's wonderful to find someone
in the middle of nowhere...

who speaks my language.

And it's almost too much for one man.

But to smell that...

[SNIFFS]

Oh, amigo.

[BART GROANS]

[BART GROANS]

Don't get too comfortable, amigo.

Oh, I...

I do not rob you, amigo.

I need your horse.

Please, take off the gun belt, huh?

Hello.
I'm glad to see you with us once again.

This week's story is about six people
with 48 hours to live.

And one of them holds the answer.

The way out for the other five.

It's called "The Burning Sky."

[COUGHS]

Here you are, Mrs. Baxter,
just hold it over your mouth.

No, thank you, Mr. Braus.

I can spare it.
I bought a dozen of them in St. Louis.

Well, anytime you want it just say so.

Are you going all the way to Yuma,
Mr. Connors?

- That's right.
- You live there?

Yes. I have a ranch there.

Shouldn't we be stopping somewhere
pretty soon?

CONNORS:
There's a way station up ahead.

Whoa.

Two-hour layover, folks,
to rest up and eat.

- You're late, boy.
- I ain't late till it's tomorrow.

CONNORS: Mrs. Baxter.
- Thank you.

CONNORS: Watch your step, now. That's it.
- Thank you.

CONNORS:
I'll take this for you?

No, thank you.

What will you folks have? We have stew.

Well, that's all right, I guess.

MAN:
And coffee?

CONNORS: Coffee, Mrs. Baxter?
BAXTER: Yes.

BRAUS: Coffee for me.
MAN: Three coffees.

- The señorita will do me the honor...
- Oh, no, I have...

Oh, please.

We're both riding
on the same stage together.

- We should know each other.
- Really, I...

Oh, I'm lonely. You come sit by me.

That's better. I am Juan Bolero.

I see you get off the stage...

and I say to myself,
"Johnny Bolero, you are one lucky fella."

How do you mean?

Well,
does the señorita not have a mirror?

Ha-ha-ha. Oh.

- The señorita has come along way, huh?
- Yeah.

- From the East?
- Uh, yeah, from the East.

You gonna eat?
You better order something.

- My pleasure is yours, señorita.
- Oh, just some coffee.

Two coffee, por favor.

- The señorita is traveling alone?
- Yeah. Mm-hm.

It's dangerous.

Very dangerous, this country.

I've been traveling alone since I was 12.

- It's too bad.
- Is it?

Mm-hm.

I was about to offer you my services
for nothing.

Seems to me you're awful anxious
to be friendly, mister.

- You got some reason?
BOLERO: But of course.

You sure you don't want anything else
but coffee?

No, thanks.

Yes, sir, San Francisco is a great town.
City of opportunity, I always say.

- You'll like it, Mrs. Baxter.
- Thank you.

- Have you ever been there, Mr. Connors?
- Yes. Once or twice.

Like it?

No. I prefer my ranch.

Well, everybody to his own taste.
Difference of opinion.

That's why we have horse races
and juries.

- Will you excuse me, please?
CONNORS: Certainly.

Braus, buy you a drink?

Well, not right now, Mr. Connors.

Thanks anyway.

I hope you're not feeling in, Mrs. Baxter.
Riding a stage can be real tiring.

I'm quite all right.

Do you know anyone in San Francisco,
Mrs. Baxter?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Well, then, maybe I can be some help
to you when we get there.

I'm sure you think of yourself
as being very subtle, Mr. Braus...

- but it's not one of your virtues.
- Doesn't seem to be one yours either.

I thought it would be lost on you.

You've made repeated references
to St. Louis and juries.

That's only because I wasn't real sure
that your name was Banning, Mrs. Baxter.

Well, now you know.

What do you want?

You're going to need a friend.
Someone who can keep a secret.

For a price?

I'd like to help you in an advisory capacity.
Help you make investments, turn a profit.

Naturally, I'd expect a small commission.

You're a blackmailer.

You're a filthy, cheap, little blackmailer.

Not at all. I'm an investment counselor.

You know, a woman like you
needs to be accepted in society.

You're a wealthy woman, a lady.
You should live like one.

You can as Mrs. Baxter
but not as Mrs. Banning.

Oh, you don't have to make up your mind
right now.

- When we get to San Francisco, you...
- Are you all right, Mrs. Baxter?

Yes, thank you.

- Been west very long Mr. Braus?
- No, why?

When a man offers to buy you a drink,
you accept.

Not unless you're thirsty.

And when we arrive at Yuma, señorita,
I would...

[GRUNTS]

So the horse's leg
was not broken, huh?

Oh, it was broke.

I had to shoot it.

But there is no reason to shoot me.

Maybe I'll break your leg.
That would be a reason.

[CHUCKLES]

I can understand your anger...

but my need was greater than yours.

And I am gonna stay right here until I
see what you're going to do about it.

All right, Johnny, you can get up.

Señor Maverick, your horse is outside.

BART: Yeah, I saw my horse. It will
take about a week for it to rest up.

If señorita will permit, I'd be glad
to take care of your so heavy bag.

No, thanks.

Thank you. It isn't that heavy.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You should have awakened me.

It's all right, honey.

You had a nice little nap.

[GUNFIRE]

- What is it, Maverick?
- Take a look.

[WHOOPING]

[WHOOPING]

It's not like Apaches to chase a stage.

They usually hit patrols and ranches.

There's an adobe ruin not far up the read.
If we can make it, it will give us cover.

[GRUNTING]

Where are they?

Probably cut across
to pick up the read further on.

Get these women out of there in a hurry.

BOLERO: Señorita.
CONNORS: Hold on.

You all right, Mrs. Baxter?

BOLERO:
Hey, amigo.

CONNORS:
We are... Easy now.

All right, stay right there.

- He's dead?
- Yeah, he's dead.

- Connors, get those women out of here.
- Yeah. Come on.

- My bag. My bag.
- Come back here.

Look, if you're gonna die, do it for
something more than a couple of dresses.

Hey, amigo...

it looks like there's no place to go
from here.

I'd say if we did go,
we'd never get there.

[GUNSHOT]

- How many of them did you count?
BART: Twelve.

That's what I got.

Eleven.

Why don't they rush us?

Why should they, Mr. Braus?
There's a better way to do it.

They let the sun work for them.

How much water we got?

[WATER SLOSHES]

That's it.

That's all of it.

They're as bad off as we are.

- Too bad that's not true, Mr. Braus.
- Yep.

Their horses are probably behind
the high rock.

They could send somebody for water
whenever they need it.

Well, we could go out the other side.
Keep low, they won't see us.

You could do that, Mr. Braus, but it
wouldn't be long before they did see you.

Then where would you go?

They'll jump on a horse or two
and run you down.

There wouldn't be anything you could do
about it.

You better just make yourself
real comfortable, Mr. Braus.

You know how hot it can get out here?

No, and I don't wanna learn.

We'll last one, maybe two days, the most.

There's a return stage due from Yuma.
It's got to pass right by here.

A couple of shots from us,
they'd know we need help.

If it comes.

- If?
- Look, it may be two, four, eight days.

That stage only runs when there's mail
or enough passengers to make it pay.

BART:
You keep cheering me up, Connors.

Look what three hours has done to us
already.

Yeah.

We can last out today...

I'm not so sure about tomorrow.

- What do you want from me, a rain dance?
- No.

No, I was thinking
we ought to get out of here tonight.

I thought of that too...

but I keep coming back
with the same answer.

They won't let us.

No. They'll stick pretty close
behind those big cool rocks all day...

and at night, they'll be all around us.

- I still think we should try it.
- If we did getaway, where would we go?

Oh, not we, just one of us.

Now, one of us could circle around
behind that high rock.

Get their horses, grab one,
drive the rest of them away...

and bring back help.

Connors, as long as you're not asking
for volunteers...

I think that's a great idea.

Amigo.

What's that for, Johnny?
He's carrying a white flag.

Si, he was carrying a white flag,
but he had a gun attached to it.

I know these Apaches.

He'll kill as many as he can
even if he get killed ton.

No Apache would wave a flag of truce
and then start shooting.

That was no Apache.

Didn't even look like one.
Didn't walk like one.

I've lived around them
for more than 20 years...

and that was no Indian.

Well, whoever they are,
they wanted to parley with us.

He killed any chance we had.

I do what is best for all of us.

Uh, Johnny, seeing as how you have
our best interests at heart...

we're gonna let you do something
about it.

One of us has to get out of here tonight
to get to their horses.

I know how anxious you are to make up
for that little mistake you just made.

Oh, no, amigo, I not anxious.
I think we vote, sf?

- Good. I vote for you.
- So do I.

Maybe the others, they vote?

BART:
Oh, I think they'll vote for you too.

You're the leading candidate,
the people's choice.

Johnny, don't pass up a good bet.

I think the man who gets out of here
might be the only one to get out alive.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

It's sure quiet out there.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

- Johnny.
- Hmm?

You've got just five minutes left.

Amigo,
they must have a guard on those horses.

- I'll get killed for sure.
- True.

Any last words...

like, uh, who these nice,
quiet fellas out there might be?

- I, Johnny Bolero, should know this?
- Mm-hm.

I agree with Connors, Johnny.
I don't think they're Apaches at all.

And I think you had some other reason
to shoot that fellow with the white flag.

What was it?

Amigo, you're talking puzzles.

What a beautiful night.

I hope it's not my last.

So do I.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

I think we've got a very good chance.

Mr. Connors...

are you always this kind
and thoughtful...

or have I earned some
special consideration without knowing it?

Well, let's...

Let's say that I think you'd find a
hard time convincing my ranch hands...

that I'm always so thoughtful
and considerate.

Oh, speaking of the ranch...

that's something you ought to see.

Oh, it's as green as all this is barren.

If we get out of this,
and I think we will...

you ought to stay there a while and rest
up before you go onto San Francisco.

My sister lives there with me...

and I think you and she will hit it off
just fine.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Connors...

but I'm afraid I have to say no.

I reckon I get little carried away there
for a minute.

Sorry.

Johnny, the night will be over
before you get started.

I'm willing it should be.

I could get killed out there, I told you.

Better go, Johnny.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

- Are you hit?
- I don't know. I'm too scared to find out.

But, amigo, this I do know. They all
around us, we don't get out of here.

One thing left to do.
We got to talk to them.

Talk about what? About how we got
two swallows of water left?

- That the stage might come?
- They wanted to talk.

- They don't. You don't understand...
- Shut up. Go ahead, Maverick.

Well,
it's pretty plain they want something.

Anybody in here know what it is?

Well, somebody will have to go out of here
under a flag of truce.

Who?

I go tonight,
tomorrow somebody else go.

All right, we'll draw lots.

Think they'll honor our flag
after the way Bolero shot their man?

It's sure death. I don't see why any innocent
person should have to risk his life.

Which one of us knows who is innocent?

Somebody in here knows
what they're after.

Which one of us is it?

It's Bolero. That's why he shot that Indian
or whatever he was.

I begin not to like you.

- I think I kill you too.
- Johnny, Johnny, take it easy.

Now, look, one more day under the sun
and we'll all be dead and they know it.

If no one here wants to give us the answer,
we'll have to find it out from them.

As for me, I'm willing to take my chances
and drawing lots.

All right, might as well get it over with.

Mrs. Baxter,
you got anything that we could use?

I have some paper.

Good.
Would you mind tearing it into four strips?

Three long and one short.

[PAPER RIPPING]

Connors, why don't you go first?

All right. Ahem.

After you, amigo.

Why don't we make it two out of three?

It would seem the birds have gone back
to their nests.

- All of them.
- Where else would they be?

That's the only place they got to hide
in the daytime.

Well, if I'm not home before dark,
don't wait up for me.

Amigo!

Come back! Come back, amigo!

Amigo, come back!

What was that for?

BOLERO:
They would kill him.

You were right, Señor Connors.

These men out there are not Apaches.
They are my compadres.

BART:
A fine time to tell me that.

They would kill you.
I don't want you killed.

CONNORS: That means it's you they want.
- No. They don't want me at all.

I only say they are my countrymen.

Believe me, Señorita Letty,
it pains me to say this...

but it is the señorita they want.

You're a liar.

Forgive me, señorita...

but they are after the money.

CONNORS:
What money?

BOLERO:
A half-million dollar.

Hey.

LETTY:
Told you he was a liar.

He just wants to save his own skin.

It's your turn, Johnny.

Amigo,
when Señorita Letty leave Mexico...

she take with her
almost half a million dollar.

This I know.

She couldn't carry that much.

It was in paper money.
United States paper money.

Then where is it?

You don't see it, do you?

Go on, rip open the bag.

Maybe you think I got it on me.

Maybe you'd like to search me.

Now, look, lady...

you've been hanging onto that bag
like it was part of your arm.

It's hard to believe
a few costumes would be that important.

The money was in the bag then,
wasn't it?

No.

She could have buried it last night.

Where was she?

There. That's where she spent most...

[GUNSHOT]

LETTY:
Aah! Get away from that. Get away.

Let go of me. Let go of me.

[sesame]

No.

Let go.

Let go.

That isn't mine.
And it isn't yours either.

BART:
Letty.

[sesame]

It belongs to the Benaris family.

The Benaris family?

Si, when the Juaristas take over my
country, the Benaris have to get out.

And they leave their gold behind.

It was very sad.

About a year ago,
Señorita Letty come to Mexico.

And pretty quick,
she's changing gold into dollars.

I did it for the Benaris family.

They're in San Francisco now
living like beggars.

You couldn't believe that, could you?

You couldn't believe
anybody could be that honest.

Si, it is hard to believe.

LETTY: They don't care
whether you believe it or not.

I know the Benaris.

I love them like they're my own.

Better than my own.

All right, Letty,
go on with the rest of it.

When they heard I was gonna work
in Mexico City, they come to me...

told me about the gold.

Asked me to get it out for them.

Dolores Benaris went with me.

[SIGHS]

They killed her.

I know they did.

The ones that wanted the gold killed her.

One night, I went backstage in the cantina
to my dressing room...

Dolores was gone, they took her.

You're one of them! You did it!

- Let me go.
- They killed her, sf.

But when I find out about it, I leave them.
I want no part of them.

I'm a greedy man, sf. I love money. But I
don't torture or kill a woman to get it.

That's why I'm not with them.

So it's the money that they're after.

Well, they're not gonna get it.

I'm gonna take it to San Francisco with me
and nobody is gonna stop me.

BRAUS:
Now, hold on just a minute.

Let's be reasonable about this.

They want the money, we want our lives.
So give them the money.

You're not gonna get it to San Francisco
anyhow.

Letty, how much money is there?

- Quarter of a million.
- There should be more.

Much more.

There's only 300,000.

I left 60,000 behind, still in gold.

Where?

We're wasting time. We know
we can't Past 3 day without water...

so I say give them the money.

Look...

you all voted on everything before...

vote on this too, please.

I can't go back to San Francisco
to the Benaris...

and then tell them Dolores is dead
and take them nothing else.

Well,
maybe the stagecoach will come by today.

I vote we give them the money. Connors?

Give them the money.

Johnny?

No.

I vote no.

BRAUS:
How about you, Mrs. Baxter?

You better vote with me, Mrs. Baxter.

Or what, Mr. Braus?

Just say yes.

Or you'll tell everyone
that my name is Banning?

This isn't the first time
you've tried to blackmail me...

but it's the last.

What Mr. Braus is trying to say
is unless I vote with him...

he'll tell everyone that I was on trial
for killing my husband.

I knew that, Mrs. Baxter.

You were also acquitted.

I saw some of the newspapers
on my way through St. Louis.

And you still...?

I'm sorry, Mr. Connors...

I'm gonna have to see it Lefty's way.

How do you vote, Mr. Maverick?

Well,
somehow I can't bring myself to vote...

for giving away
a quarter of a million dollars.

- It's against everything I believe in.
- Think a minute, you'll die here.

Well, I hope not, Braus.

So I'd like to reserve my vote
for a little later.

Maybe something might turn up.

Maybe even that stagecoach.

Thousand dollar bills.

They're just the kind I'm partial to.

What do you think, amigo?

Mm-mm.

And it's hot.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

It's not yet the middle of the afternoon.

Maybe it's better
we give them the money.

Maybe.

CONNORS:
We'll never make it.

There's no water left.

The heat will get to 110
or better if it's not there already.

There's still a chance
that stagecoach will come through.

Give it up, Maverick.

If the stage does come,
they've got to go back for help.

Sorry, Letty,
looks like we'll have to give it to them.

- No.
- There's nothing else we can do.

But it isn't ours to give.

It might buy our lives.

Oh, no, you're wrong. It won't.

Listen, everyone thought the Benaris fortune
is worth over half a million in gold...

but it wasn't.

That's all there was
except for something I left back in Mexico.

- So?
- Do you think those men will believe you?

When you tell them that's all there is?

They'll wanna know where the rest is.

You know, she tell the truth.

Mi compadres out there are bad men.

Everybody in my country heard
that the fortune is over a million dollar.

They'll never believe it.

We'll make them believe it.

You're a feel if you think that.

They kill before to get it.

They'll kill again.

BART:
Braus, get back here.

BRAUS:
Here it is, the money.

BART:
Get back here, you idiot!

BRAUS:
Here's the money. The money.

- Here's the money.
BART: Braus.

[BRAUS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Here it is.

[BART SIGHS]

Well, Letty, new nobody's got it.

All they have to do is wait for the sun
to bake us to a crisp.

Hey, amigo.

He is closer to us than to them.

We could get it.

What good will it do you? Die wealthy?

A man could do worse.

But if I go out there,
I will not do it for nothing.

I will be a brave man
because I am a greedy man.

Señorita, for $10,000,
I go bring you back the money.

That's all you'll take?

I never lie.

Steal, yes, but I never lie.

Amigo, you need a little help?

- For half my 10,000?
- If you insist.

Bueno, I need a little help.

The sun has got you both.
What good will it do you?

That stage comes by new
with that money lying out there...

those boys will stop waiting
They'll rush us for sure.

Amigo, look.

- Señorita, you are one lousy shot.
- You ready, Johnny?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Oh, give it up, Maverick.
Let him give them the money.

I wish I could, Connors...

but I'll never get
another good night's sleep again.

[BRAUS SIGHS]

All right, go ahead. We'll cover you.

Señor Baxter, here, have a little fun.

A'ndale, amigo.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUNFIRE]

[YELLS]

Did I kill him?

BART:
He's dead.

Then I killed him.

That's something you'll never know,
Letty.

He picked up another shot just now.

[SIGHS]

Mr. Connors?

Hmm?

This must be even worse for you.

You're so near home.

Almost close enough
to smell the dew on the grass.

It's such a beautiful place.

The whole valley
is as green as springtime.

Now, if some miracle
should get us out of here...

I still want you to stop with us
a while.

You're a strange man, Mr. Connors.

The whole city of St. Louis thinks
I deliberately shot my husband...

and claimed I thought it was a burglar.

And that doesn't disturb you one bit.

The jury acquitted you.

The jury thought
there was a reasonable doubt.

The whole city of St. Louis
didn't get a chance to know you as I do.

- You see, I think...
- Please.

The whole city was right.

I knew he was no burglar.

I knew he was my husband
when I shot him.

- Hey, amigo.
BART: What?

Once in Mexico City, I see a gun,
a very strange gun.

It's made in your country.

I don't know how it's called.

But it goes:

[MIMICS GATLING GUN]

I sure wish we had it now, huh?

It make all the difference.

- It's called a Gatling gun.
- That's right. A Gatling gun.

While you're at it...

why not just start wishing
for a troop of cavalry?

I'm wishing.

Yeah, you do that.

- Letty.
- Yeah?

About that 60,000 in gold
you said you left in Mexico City.

- What about it?
- You think it's still there?

I'm sure of it.

If I get you out of here,
would you tell me where I could find it?

Mister, you get me out of here,
I'll get it for you myself.

You got a deal.

Johnny,
we're gonna use that Gatling gun of yours.

Connors, how many bullets you got?
CONNORS: Just what I got in my belt.

- Good. Toss them ever, will you?
- All right.

BART: Your revolver fully loaded?
- Yeah.

BART: Mrs. Baxter, you got any more paper?
- Yes.

BART:
Bring it over.

Johnny, give me that canteen.

I'll need a knife.

- I got one.
- I always got one too.

That's good.

Pry the slugs off of the top
of these cartridges.

Pour the powder right on top
of this piece of paper.

And don't you spill any.

BART:
Drop the slugs in the canteen, Johnny.

I figure it'll take five seconds
for this fuse to burn down.

I'm gonna have to be close to these rocks
to make sure I toss the bomb over them.

Amigo,
a very unpleasant thought occur to me.

Yeah, well, maybe you better not tell me
about it, Johnny.

You're gonna be out there alone
and they're gonna be shooting at you.

Maybe I better go shoot at them...

so then they
cannot shoot too good at you.

You know, you've got along way to run
before you throw the bomb.

And you'll get half of my 60,000.

If you insist.

I insist.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

We're gonna need all the cover
you can give us.

You'll get it.

I await your command.

Let's go earn that money.

[GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUNFIRE]

Watch them.

Well, we got our miracle.

I wanna ask you a question.

There's more to your story
than what you've told me.

I was pretty sure I was right.

- Yes, you were.
- Would you like to tell me about it now?

It might be important to both of us.

He wanted a divorce
to marry someone else.

I agreed...

and then he learned
she wouldn't marry a divorced man.

The night he died...

he came home drunk
and he tried to kill me.

We struggled...

Mr. Connors...

I love his family very much.

I could never tell what really happened.

I never have till now.

Mrs. Banning,
have I ever told you about my ranch?

Not nearly enough.

Feeling better, Letty?

Yeah.

BOLERO:
Señorita, how about the money?

I left it in a hotel in Mexico City.

It's called the La Paloma.

In the patio is a well...

and I put the gold in a canvas bag,
dropped it in the well.

You know the hotel, Johnny?

Amigo, I not only know the hotel,
I know the well well.

[ALL LAUGH]

- Think the gold is still there?
BOLERO: Who's gonna fish in a well...

except you and me?

Here.

- Very easy at first.
- Thank you.

You want Johnny and me
to ride along with you and the lady...

- before we head south?
- Won't be necessary, Bart.

Johnny, we better go.

- Connors, good luck.
- Same to you.

Mrs. Baxter.

- Thanks, Letty.
- Thank you.

[BOLERO SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

- Good luck.
BART: Let's go, Johnny.

[English - us - SDH]