All language subtitles for Bonanza S12E04 The Wagon.DVD.NonHI.en.CBS

All right, come on.

You ought to get some padding
on those benches, Buchanan.

Go help Kyte unhitch the team.

Jase, take Quinn
and go get some firewood.

All right, that's enough.

Oh!

My ankle! My ankle!

Where is he?

Quinn got away! I'm going after him.

Getty! Get your chains on.

Easy, mister.

That's better.

What do you want?

Saddle it.

Do it, mister.

Now.

- I ought to kill you.
- I'm sorry, I...

Sorry? You don't know
the meaning of the word "sorry."

That's the only prisoner I've ever lost.

And before we get
to Gallows Pass,

I'm gonna teach you
what "sorry" means.

Now, hitch up that team!

So, Quinn's the first prisoner
you ever lost, huh, Buchanan?

Since when did you
stop counting Emmett Ames?

Ten years is a long time,

but there's still a lot of folks
who remember how you...

Why don't you shut up
and get in the wagon?

Right up there in front.

He's being nice to you.
Could put you inside.

She'll learn to take orders
where she's going.

There, it makes no difference,
man, woman, or child,

they just count noses, so get up there.

Well, you left nothing here, Madge,
to come back for,

so do your time and keep going.

Don't worry, Sheriff.

Tell Mr. Farrell I wouldn't
cross the street to spit on him,

even if he was on fire.

Let's go, Kyte. Giddyap.

Boy, I'll sure be glad
when Hoss gets back,

take some of this load off me.

What load are you referring to?

What do you think this is,
chicken feathers?

Oh, no. I'm sorry,
just a figure of speech. I meant "us."

- Yeah.
- Here, let me get that for you.

Hey, we put in a good morning's work.
How about a beer, huh?

Yeah, good idea.
Beer and a steak!

- Steak sounds good.
- Yeah, listen, got the money?

The... The money?

Well, it's your idea,
it's your treat, isn't it?

Yeah, but don't... don't you think

steak's a little heavy
this early in the day?

May... maybe eggs would be good.

- Yeah, eggs, good idea.
- Good.

- Eggs and steak!
- Eggs... oh, eggs and steak.

One thing for sure, it ain't Quinn.

No, but maybe he's seen Quinn.

Come on, Jase. Giddyap!

This 'un ain't water.

I wonder who it is.

Mr. Buchanan?

I, uh... I don't know.

He'll tell us when he comes to.

Bring the wagon!

Looks like a bullet creased his head.

Can't leave him here.

To get him in the wagon,
it would take a small army.

Hold it!

Put these on him.

What for?

The warden at Gallows Pass
is expecting three prisoners.

Now, he doesn't look at faces,
and he doesn't read descriptions.

He just counts noses.

He's expecting three prisoners,
and that's what he's gonna get.

Oh... thank you, Joseph.

That was as good a steak
as I've eaten in a long time.

Yeah, the first one or the second one?

Now I know
where Hoss gets his appetite.

I think you could eat him
under the table.

Oh, today I could.

- The price was right.
- Yeah, you're telling me.

Let's get out of here
before you get hungry again.

Hey, isn't that big brother's horse
over there?

Looks like it.

Hey, mister?
Where'd you get that horse?

Let go of that rein!

Ah, aah!

Now, what were you doing
with my son's horse?

All right, come on,
I'm bringing you to jail.

Hey...

Hey, what is this?

This, my friend, is a prison wagon.

A prison wagon?

That's right.

And you're on your way

to the territorial state prison
at Gallows Pass

to serve five years for manslaughter
in the place of a slicker named Quinn.

Hey! Stop!

Let me out of here!

Whoa!

All right, buster,

somebody's gonna have
some explaining to do.

Get him on his feet.

I'll get on my feet all right.

- You're making too much noise.
- You listen to me...

You listen to me.

Your name is Fred Quinn,

and you've been convicted
of manslaughter

in the Stone River court,

and sentenced to five years
at the Gallows Pass prison.

That's where I'm taking you.

And when I deliver you to the warden,
he pays me $100, no questions asked.

All he expects is a body,
and that's what he's getting.

Oh, I know what you're thinking,

that you'll just tell the warden
who you are and walk away.

Well, you're wrong there, too.

The territory pays the warden
$50 a month

to keep Fred Quinn locked up.

And that's all you'll mean to him,

$50 a month, 600 a year,
3,000 for five years.

No more, no less.

Now, suppose you get back
in that wagon.

You must need 100 bucks awfully bad.

Maybe you'd rather ride back here?

Maybe I would.

Put her in the box, Kyte!

That's the gospel.

The horse was just roaming loose.

I still say you're a liar.

I'm telling you the truth.

Just how far west of Yucca Wells did
you find this horse, Mister Johnson?

Ten or 15 miles.

Joseph, let's head out
Yucca Wells way,

see if we can find
any trace of Hoss.

- Keep him locked up, eh?
- Don't you worry about that.

Clem, if Mr. Johnson
happens to remember anything

that he hasn't told us,

telegraph us care of the sheriff
at Yucca Wells.

We'll be there by tomorrow night.

I'll do it, Ben.

The way I hear it, Gallows Pass
is the home office of hell.

Keep your mouth shut
and do as your told.

That's the only way
that a man can make sure

he won't leave in a box.

And that goes for the ladies, too.

I'm just telling you this
so you'll understand

why I won't be speaking up for you
when we get there, Mr. Quinn.

It's every man for himself
at Gallows Pass, dog eat dog.

This Buchanan, who does he work for?

Himself.

But you're not here because
Buchanan doesn't want to lose $100.

Did you ever hear
of a man named Emmett Ames?

I reckon everybody's heard
of the Ames' Gang.

That's right.

Well, Buchanan's
the one who lost him,

just the day before he was gonna
hang Emmett out to dry.

So?

Eh, so, it didn't figure.

Buchanan was sheriff of Payou County.

He was a big man,
he was an important man.

The best lawman in the territory
at that time.

But, after Emmett escaped

people began saying how, well,
he couldn't have done it without help.

- Buchanan's help?
- For big money!

Not that there was anything
anybody could prove.

Just talk.

Yeah. But it killed Buchanan
as a lawman.

Yeah, even after the talk died down,
this is the best he could do.

He's been waiting a long time
for the people to forget.

What's all this to me?

This is Buchanan's last trip.

He's up for appointment
for Deputy U.S. Marshal

when he gets back.

And if he was to show up
minus Fred Quinn,

well, it might stir up all that old talk
about Emmett Ames,

but there would go that Marshal's job.

And he wants that mighty bad.

Oh, you're worth a lot more
than $100 to him.

A lot more!

There's a waterhole down the next
draw, we'll make camp there.

Why are they taking you
to Gallows Pass?

Murder.

I shot a payroll messenger
up in Loom County.

I got away with nearly $50,000.

Only, the payroll messenger
didn't die soon enough,

so a posse caught up with me

washing out a pair of long johns in
the creek a few miles down the road.

How come you didn't get the rope?

I would have,
except I buried the payroll,

and I didn't tell where,
and I still haven't.

The judge gave me life.

I guess the warden at Gallows Pass

has got orders
to make it so rough on me

I'll just talk sooner or later.

You don't seem very worried.

Well, honey, the way I look at it,

the only time to start worrying
is when you stop breathing.

Till then, anything can happen.

Who knows,
I may never even get to Gallows Pass.

Me neither.

He's gonna have to kill me
to get me there.

Whoa.

I wonder who they are...

and what they want.

I don't know.

They'll let us know when they get here.

Give me a hand, Kyte.

Good morning.

The name's Ben Cartwright.

- My son, Joseph.
- How are you?

Price Buchanan is mine.

Mr. Buchanan,
I notice you're heading west.

Did you happen
to come through Yucca Wells?

Picked up a prisoner there
yesterday. Why?

Well, I'm looking for my son, Hoss.

Yesterday we picked up a fella
in Virginia City

who was riding his horse.

Claims he found the horse
wandering around here somewhere.

We were just wondering
if you've seen a man on foot.

No, no, I haven't seen a soul
since I left Yucca Wells.

Matter of fact, I haven't seen anybody
since I left Stone River before that.

Sorry.

Well, it was a million-to-one chance.

Thank you, Mr. Buchanan.

Giddyap in here!

Mr. Buchanan?

There ain't no way in the world
we're gonna fix that wheel

even if we had the tools.

I know that.

Hey, Buchanan,

how about letting us out
of this sweat box?

It's only about 20 miles
to Willow Pass.

Get there and back before morning.

Sure you could.

Unless you made a detour
through every whiskey mill in town,

like you did the last time
I sent you for supplies.

Yeah, well, that was different.

Yeah, well, this is different.
So I'm going myself.

Jase, get the team unhitched.
I'll use 'em for pack.

I'll take your horse,

so I can switch off
and make better time.

And don't you take your eye off of them
for one minute while I'm gone,

you hear that?

Yeah.

Hey, Kyte, you better cut that out.

Boy, you got a hankering to do
some temperance work,

you go somewhere else and do it.

Did you mean
what you said yesterday...

that Buchanan will have to kill you

before he delivers you
to Gallows Pass?

Yep. I sure did.

What are you waiting for?

Right time.

What's wrong with now?

Jase will be asleep.

All you have to do is catch Kyte
off balance for a second and...

Maybe I could arrange that.

What would be in this for you?

They gave me a year in Gallows Pass.

I'd like to cut that down
by about 365 days.

What'd you do?

That's none of your business.

Well, first lawman that came by,

I might have to make it
some of my business.

Oh, just an honest
law-abiding citizen, huh?

That's about it.

Then you wouldn't believe me.

Well, maybe not,
but why don't you try?

There's a man in Yucca Wells.

His name is Farrell.

He owns most of what's nailed down
and a lot of what isn't.

And we he says jump,
all you ask is, "How high?"

Well, he took to seeing me socially,
as they say.

At night when no one was looking,

he talked about getting married.

A man that doesn't mean it.

Oh, he meant it, all right?

All he didn't mean was to me.

And when I wouldn't take no
for an answer,

I found myself on the inside
looking out.

I was arrested, tried,
convicted, sentenced so fast,

the judge and jury
had to wait 20 minutes

before the first saloon opened.

What'd he charge you with?

Stealing a stinking little diamond ring
Farrell gave me six months ago.

Look, don't choke
trying to swallow that story.

I don't care.

If you have to go honking

after the first town constable
that comes along, that's your problem.

I take my chances.

I'm not asking any favors.

You need me
to catch Kyte off balance.

I need you
to get on this godforsaken desert.

After that, it's goodbye and good luck.

What about that one?

I wouldn't trust him any further

than I could throw
the King of Siam's pet elephant.

Well?

We'll do it.

- Sheriff Brody?
- That's right.

My son and I just rode in
from Virginia City.

- Ben Cartwright.
- Yes, sir.

I've been expecting you.
Telegram came for you this afternoon.

Oh, thank you.

Anything wrong?

Well, a deputy back in Virginia City
found a wanted poster

for the man
who said he was Sam Johnson.

Name is Fred Quinn.

Supposed to be
on his way to Gallows Pass

in Price Buchanan's
tumbleweed wagon.

This Quinn couldn't very well
be in the wagon.

We left him
in the Virginia City jail yesterday.

Well, now Price Buchanan
didn't mention anything to me

about anyone escaping.

Nor to us.

He told us he hadn't seen anybody
afoot in the desert.

Anybody ever got away from me,
I'd ask everyone I saw,

wantin' all the help I could get.

Yeah.

I think we'd better have another talk
with Price Buchanan.

Thank you, Sheriff.

I got these friends in Gallows Pass.

It might make things a lot easier
on you if I ask them to.

Of course, a fella does a favor...

he should get a favor.

I guess so.

Get out of there.

Get out of there. Come on.

If he moves, kill him.

Hey, you!

Get up!

Toss that pistol out, butt first.

Now come here.

Come on!

Get the keys
and get these things off of me.

You stay out of this.

Oh, you couldn't drag me
into this thing.

Now, my legs.

Now give me them keys.

Now both of you, get in that wagon.

Go on.

Get in there.

You two just run along now.

We're wasting time.

- Hurry.
- Yeah, come on.

It was all his fault, Mr. Buchanan, I...

Shut up!

Kyte?

You get out of my sight
while you're still able to walk.

You're a fool
if you stay with this crazy man.

Which way did Cartwright
and the girl go?

Cartwright? You mean Mr. Quinn.

Getty, don't you play with me.

The footprints will tell you if I don't.

The last I saw of them,
they were headed that way.

All right.

Get out of those manacles.
We're going after them.

You're going after 'em, Buchanan!

I'm just going.

Wait! Wait!

- I... I've got to rest.
- No.

What you've got to do
is try a little harder.

Now come on. Come on, let's go.

Oh!

Come on.

- Oh, I've got to rest.
- Not now.

We'll find a better place somewhere,
come on.

You've been saying that
for the past two hours.

Look, Buchanan could be
right behind us.

I don't care.

I don't get you, mister.
I don't get you at all.

Why are you doing this?
What do you want?

Come on.

Answer me, what do you want?

- Nothin'.
- Don't tell me.

I haven't met a man yet
who didn't want something,

and most of all was what Kyte wanted.

You can stop tickling yourself, mister,
because there isn't any left,

not for you or any other man
in this stinking world.

Now get out of here! Leave me alone!

I can take care of myself!

Miss Tucker,
you may find this hard to believe,

but you ain't got nothin'
I want now or never.

But I made a deal,
and I'm gonna stick to it.

Now you're provin' that
that ain't too smart.

And I'll do something about that later,
but right now, we gotta hurry.

Now come on, let's get out of here.

Somebody sure left here in a hurry.

Take a look at this.

A brand-new wheel
they didn't bother to put on.

Just abandoned the wagon.

There's nothing in the wagon
that says Hoss was here.

Take a look at the tracks, though.

You got two people on foot
followed by horses.

It's kinda strange, isn't it?

Yeah.

Let's start tracking.

I hope that cabin wasn't a mirage.

Hoss, you catch your breath?

Wait till we get there.

Ay.

Put me down, I can make it that far.

- You sure?
- Yes.

We're in luck.

Looks like
an old abandoned line shack.

There should be storage there.
Come on.

Come on, Getty. Come on!

What do we do now?

Well, we can get a little rest.

Maybe we're far enough
ahead of Buchanan.

Here.

Lay down there.

I think we can take a few minutes.

Hold it right there!

Easy.

Just throw it over here.

Getty, put these on him.

You got a good rest.

You got a long walk ahead of you.

Outside.

Go on to the horses.

Hold it.

Get her inside.

Those are friends of mine!
Now get inside!

Won't do you any good, Buchanan.

Those friends are here
to see that I get away. Listen to me.

I gave them half the money
from the job,

and they're not gonna stop
till they earn it.

You're about to lose
a couple of friends.

Let Getty go, Buchanan!

Listen, you call off
those two friends of yours,

or I'll blow your head off
right where you're standing.

Oh, be smart, Buchanan.

Look, I've got a lot of money
hidden away.

- I'll pay you anything you...
- Shut up!

What's the matter? Ain't my money
as good as Ames' was?

That doesn't answer
his question, Buchanan.

- Why, you...
- She's right, Buchanan.

Up until you, I never took
a dishonest dime in my life.

I was a lawman and a good one.

Maybe that's what the trouble was,
everybody had it in for me.

Buchanan!

You've got ten seconds
to let Getty walk out that door!

I just...

I just wanted to be a lawman again.

- Zack, hold your fire!
- Hold it!

What's the matter with you?
What are you helping him for?

I ain't helping him,
but I ain't helping you either.

Now you call your boys off.
Tell 'em to get out of here. Go on.

No.

Miss Tucker, get the keys,
and take these cuffs off of me.

Good girl.

Well...

Miss Tucker, it looks like you and me
sorta locked horns, don't it?

But I'm gonna let you
make up your own mind.

You make the decision.

You're gonna have to kill me

before either one of you
walk out of that door.

Now you go ahead
and make up your mind.

I thought you were kidding.

You really are an honest,
law-abiding citizen, aren't you?

I try.

Cal, Cal! Let's get out of here!

Pa! Joe!

You had it right in your hands,
and you let it go.

You were as free as a bird,
and now you're back in a cage again.

- Shut up.
- What's the matter, honey?

Does the truth hurt?

Mr. Farrell signed a complaint.

He was a prosecution witness,
the only one.

If anything's done,
it's up to him to do it.

But if you was to push
to have this case re-opened,

it surely would embarrass
Mr. Farrell and his new wife.

Well, you know,
that's what I'm willing to do.

Now, what are you gonna do?

I'll tell him what you got in mind.
It'd be my pleasure.

I'd be mighty surprised
if he didn't ask the court

to suspend Miss Tucker's sentence.

I'll see him right away.

Buchanan's dead.

Didn't think
he was that seriously wounded.

Doc said he wasn't

for a man who wanted to live.

I thought I knew all about men.

But you sure changed my mind.

Well, you... you could've blown

a pretty big hole
in the back of my head

out there in that cabin that day,
and you didn't.

Like Kyte says, I reckon,
you do a favor and you get a favor.

Is that really the way it works?

I think most of the time.

But I reckon you have to find that out
on your own.

Yes. I suppose so.

Well, good luck, Miss Tucker.

Ah, thanks.