All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive S02E11 - Desert Seed

Come on all the way out.

All right, boy, put your
rifle against the wall.

Where's the other gun?

There is only one gun,
Señor... Pachito's.

He's quite excellent
with that gun.

I did not want them harmed,

so I will no longer oppose you
in any way. You have my word.

Please, Señor, my word.

My wife and my children...

I don't mean anything, but...

I will return with you
and offer no resistance.

It is not too serious.

My husband gave his word
he would not oppose you.

He's a man of honor,

perhaps of much more honor

than a bounty hunter.

Mrs. Gomez,

I want you
to understand something:

I'm gonna take your husband
back to Indian Forks, all right,

but I'm gonna
take him back alive.

I'm not gonna
shoot him in the back

and lay him over a horse
and ride him into town.

That you find it necessary
to assure me of this

does not speak very well
for your profession, does it?

I could have killed you.

Perhaps I will do it yet.

Your horse has been
brought down from the ridge.

Thank you, boy.

It was done under
my uncle's bidding.

But you might have something
to thank me for one day.

I know, I know.

We could have killed him.

It can still be done.

Many things can be
taken from a man.

But his honor, his word...

This is something he can retain,

the one thing he can
take to his grave.

He's not worried about honor.

He's breaking no law.

When you hunt a man
with a price on his head,

you become the law.

Your word meant nothing.
It was forced from you.

I gave my word freely, Pachito.

Please sit down, Señor.

It's plain food,
but nicely cooked.

I appreciate what you
did for me, ma'am,

but I still plan
on taking you back.

Dead or alive,
the price is the same.

And for some, a dead man
is a lesser burden.

The money you will receive...

Will it be used to get
food you must swallow?

Now look, Mrs. Gomez, I
understand the way you feel about me,

but believe me, he's better
off going back with me.

This whole territory is just
filled with men hunting for him.

And like you said, it's easier

to take back a dead man
than a live one.

Now it is true.

And perhaps those men
of which you speak

might find me.

One thing I don't understand

is why you didn't go and take
your family deeper into Mexico.

Wasn't very smart of you staying
around with a price on your head.

We're 200 miles from
the border, Señor.

And it's all rough
and dry country.

I gambled it might
discourage those men

who might hunt me
for the reward.

A quarter of a mile
from the farm,

and you want to shoot a dog.

You think we're walking in
and knocking on his door?

Get going.

Go on now.

It's true he was drunk,

but it was self-defense.
I had no wish to kill him.

Now listen, when you leave a dead
man laying on the street like that,

right off people are only
gonna think one thing.

It was fear, not guilt, Señor.

For the moment,
fear ruled my legs.

Later I...

Later is always too late
for many things.

Well, I know one thing:

when you get into Indian
Forks, you're gonna get a fair trial.

Now I mean that.

The boy's life is
discolored by an injustice

to his dead father on
your side of the border.

He has yet to learn
that the border

does not divide
the good from the bad.

Well, I sure would like to be
sleeping in a bed down there tonight.

Yeah.

Tooney boy,

you think you can
wait here awhile

without getting into
any trouble, huh?

What's the meat for?

You ever hear of a farmhouse
not having a dog around?

You just sit tight, admire that
pretty moon up there till I get back.

It'll take me just
two minutes to find out

if we'll do any
bed sleeping or not.

If that dog isn't hungry,

you can expect me back
a lot sooner.

Well, all I can tell you
is I believe you.

And if I do, others will too.

You will be well enough
to ride in the morning?

I think so.

You got neighbors that come over

and feed your dog
for you like that?

No, Señor. No neighbors.

Whoa.

Hasta que nos vemos
de nuevo, corazón.

Que Dios te acompañe,
esposo mio.

Venga, niños. Vamos por adentro.

I've given my word.
These things must be.

But I didn't give my word.

It's not my responsibility.

Couldn't miss at this range.

Sure couldn't.

- Except we'd have to kill Randall too.
- So?

Man, you've got a "wanted"
poster right in your pocket.

Take it out
and read it, will ya?

Where it says,
"Gomez, dead or alive,"

think how you'd like
your name being on it.

Well, we gotta get Gomez.

We'll get him.
Don't you worry about that.

But we'll do it the smart way.

We'll stay in the hills, keep
our eye on him all the way.

Let Randall do the work.

Let him worry about the
prisoner all the way to the border.

When he's about finished
with his worrying,

we'll move in.

He wouldn't want you
to do anything, Pachito.

It is done. He rides with death.

I will follow and wait.

Whoa.

Always they wait
at the midway point.

Yeah.

Salt.

The boy Pachito...

He has taken matters
into his own hands.

Now, he doesn't mean to
have anything happen to you,

so that means he's back
there somewhere following us.

He counts on your wound...
that you will die before I do.

We'll see.

Perhaps he is not following.

I think he'll be along.

You keep your hands behind your
neck where I can see them now.

You would shoot a boy?

I hadn't thought about it, but he's
got some water and we haven't.

I think it's about time we give
Randall something to worry about.

You said you never take chances.

That's right, Tooney boy,
I never do.

I have the gray hair
to prove it.

I am still following my
word not to oppose you,

but I beg you, Señor, do not
shoot. The boy acts on instinct.

Listen, I've got an instinct
too, and it's to stay alive.

Now get your hands behind
your head like I told you.

Well, there's that instinct
you were talking about.

By tomorrow noon,
that kid will be stuffing

three pounds of dirt
down his throat.

Well, I sure wouldn't mind
helping him out.

He's a strange boy.

There is something within him...

A fierceness to learn,
an impatience to grow.

He has a greatness.

He is a strange boy.

It circles lower.

Now listen to me. I want you
to walk on out there and stumble

like you're dying of thirst.
Just fall flat on your face.

You know, the way I'm feeling
right now, if you should happen

to try to warn somebody,
I'm just liable to shoot you.

Now go ahead.

Whoa.

He's laying a trap for that kid.

Yeah.

That kid's been doing
mighty well so far.

Let's give him a chance
to finish what he started.

Uncle!

A 15-year-old boy or not,
now you tell him in Spanish,

if he comes at me again
with a knife like that,

I'll shoot him.

What's wrong with
picking him off from here?

We could have him kicking
in the dust in two seconds.

Crawl down till you
cut the range in half.

Stay hid until
you hear me shoot.

I'll go on this side.
Well, go on.

Tooney boy, think
you can handle this?

I heard you.

Thank you.

Randall! Randall!

Stay down.

Maybe you can see me, Randall.

I figure we could
talk it out a spell, eh?

Coming?

When you grow older, Pachito,

you'll find that peace of mind is
like a pillow of the softest feathers.

If it makes you feel any
better, boy, he'll have a fair trial.

The word of a bounty hunter.

No, Pachito, he fought for me.

Over a bone, like dogs.

You will see
that your word is kept.

If not, somewhere,

somehow we will
run into each other.

I now give my word...

The word of Pancho Villa.

We will meet again
if justice is not done.

So his name is Pachito.

It is. But he insists

that one day he will take
the name of Pancho Villa.

It's a strange name.

But then he's a strange boy.