All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive S02E14 - Man on Horseback

Merv.

Where did you get him?

- Now look, Will...
- Where?

I found him wandering
around the hills.

What, do you think I'm lying?

You know very well
that's an Indian pony,

more than likely Apache.

All I know is that I found him

and I'm gonna keep him.

Let go, Will.

You're gonna be awful sorry.

All right.

Get out right now.

Now you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Then the whole place
would be yours.

But that ain't what Pa wanted.

I'm staying.

You got no right to
even mention his name.

Pa would have lived
another 10 years

if he hadn't worried about you.

Look, Will, I...

I'll get you out of it.

But after that, you're through.

I want you off this place
right away. You understand?

I'm glad you come for him.

We had a chestnut
used to wander away.

Where are the furs
he was carrying?

What about it, Merv?
The pony carrying furs?

No, I didn't see any, not a one.

That's the truth.

You took the horse.
You took the furs.

You lying...

You trying to win all
the money in town, Josh?

Yeah.

Well, you know,
there's some things

you don't need money for.

Here's to Myra.

May all of her friends
with hearts of gold

have purses of gold to match.

You know, right now I'd say

you're about the best
friend I've got.

Well, Merv, what have
you been doing?

Out behaving myself,

which is more than I
can say for some people.

Who is your friend?

Well, I thought all
Hellgate knew Josh Randall.

Merv Bascomb... Josh.

Mr. Randall's an old
friend of mine.

How old?

Hmm, the two weeks
he's been in town.

Well, I was just wondering...

He's got such a big reputation
of being a bounty hunter,

I wonder why
he is not collecting

the price of that Indian
who killed my brother.

Well, I'd be kind of scared

to go out in that
Indian territory,

especially for the $500
the marshal's putting up.

Well, now, those Indians
aren't hostile.

They killed your
brother, didn't they?

Tell you what I'll do:

I'll give you 500 of my
own. That'll make 1,000.

If you're asking me to do the
job, that's not near enough money.

All right, big mouth,

I'll tell you what...

We'll cut for it.

If I win, you go out and
get the Indian for $500.

If you win, I'll add
another $1,500 myself.

Cards.

Trey.

When are you gonna leave?

As soon as you come up
with the money.

What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?

Look, friend, this was
your deal, not mine.

As soon as you come up
with the $1,500

and put it in the hand of a
third party, that's when I'll leave.

- Why, you...
- Forget it.

If I write you an IOU for
$1,500, will you guarantee it?

Yeah, I guess.

What you'll inherit
from your brother

should be worth more than that.

Sure, I'll stand
behind the note.

Hey, you really figure

you'll find Charley Red Cloud?

For $2,000 I'm sure gonna try.

Well, for myself,

I figure you're a darn fool

for going up into that country.

Every time you shoe a
horse, you take a chance

of getting your brains
kicked out.

A man's gotta have
his own way of life.

Well, I wouldn't figure too much

on collecting from
that Merv Bascomb.

He's always been a four-flusher

and, worse, always will.

Yeah, I heard.

You ever been through
Rabbit Ear Pass?

Not lately.

Well, few white men have
and ever come back.

Now look, would you
do me a favor and...?

All right. Pay me first, $6.

All right, and give me
four shoes and some nails.

What for?

These will last
more than 500 miles.

I didn't say they wouldn't.
All I want is four extra shoes

and some nails
to pack in my gear.

I still can't see what you
want the extra shoes for.

You know, Benjamin Franklin
once said,

"For the want of a nail,
they lost a shoe.

For the want of a shoe,
they lost a horse.

For the want of a horse,
they lost a rider."

That don't make good sense.

Yeah, I know, but the shoes do.
Now could I please have them?

All right.

Merv, looking for me?

Well, hello.

I heard you were
looking for a job.

If the pay is right.

500.

Who do I have to kill?

Take it easy, Charley.

You want my furs... take 'em.

Your furs are safe, Charley.
I want you.

Why me?

I'm taking you in
for killing Will Bascomb

a week ago Tuesday. Get up.

I didn't kill Bascomb.

I just got my horse back.

It's got nothing to do
with me, friend.

All I'm interested in is taking
you in and getting the money.

You a bounty hunter?

Yeah.

Why take me alive?
They'd pay for my body.

Call it self-preservation
if you want to, Charley.

I know there's a thousand Apache
ears out here turned this way, listening.

You're right. And if there
are a thousand Apache ears,

there are also a thousand eyes.

Tell me, bounty hunter,

how are you going to
get me past them?

I don't know.

But for $2,000 I'm sure
gonna think of a way.

Put your hands behind your neck.

Did you see the lawyers?

Better than I thought.

How much did he leave you?

Appraisers say about
10,000 more than I expected...

$32,000.

- Oh.
- As I told you,

with you and me,
the sky's the limit.

You keep saying that.

Well, I'm telling you.

The only thing that bothers me

is that you sent Randall out
to bring in that Indian.

Honey, that's gonna
turn out to be

the smartest thing I ever did.

- Figure it out yourself.
- What happens

if that Indian tells Randall
you did the shooting?

Not a thing.

One, you don't think
those Indians

are gonna let Randall
bring Charley back here?

He's not stupid.
You know, he could make it.

Two,

if... and I do say if...

The bounty hunter
should get as far

as Rabbit Ear Pass,

I guarantee
he won't get through.

So whatever happens,

Josh Randall
and Charley Red Cloud

are dead men.

- Want some of this?
- No.

There's a long ride
ahead of you.

Maybe not.

You track almost
as good as an Indian.

You watch everything, you think.

If I want to get back to a
warm bed and some cold beer,

I'm gonna have to think.

Your thinking's pretty good,

- but you missed two things.
- Just two?

You think I killed Bascomb
and you won't believe

that I wanted to get
my horse and my furs.

Listen, Charley, don't
waste your breath on me.

I got nothing to do with
whether you're innocent or guilty.

Thought you might like
to ride out of here alive.

The thought has occurred to me.

Your plan was good,
in changing clothes.

Any Apache seeing us
would figure I caught you.

But what happens when I don't
come back at my regular time?

They'll go to my
traplines looking for me.

And they'll find
the same hoof-prints

you left to get me
to follow you.

Yeah, I thought
maybe they would.

That's why I brought along
some extra horseshoes.

I'm gonna shoe
that pony of yours.

And when your friends
start following,

they're gonna follow that
horse all over Paddy's half acre.

In the meantime,
you and I will be getting

closer and closer
to Rabbit Ear Pass.

You're going to
turn my horse loose?

Afraid so, Charley.
That's the way it's gotta be.

And we'll ride my horse
double on in.

So you might as well go
and get your pony.

We'll get the work
done right now.

When I put this under his tail,

he's gonna be running
for a long time.

It's gonna hurt you a lot
more than it's gonna hurt me.

Yah!

How about this place
right here, huh?

You can see the whole
pass from here.

Yeah, it's a cinch. If
Randall gets this far alive,

he'll never get out
of Apache country.

Come on.

All right, Mr. Randall,

come on.

Oh, you can have him.

All I want is that Indian.

And all I want is that 500.

And don't you forget it.

Whoa.

Well, so far so good.

Even if they catch your horse

and start doubling back
after us,

they'll have a hard time reading
hoof-prints on this ground.

Let's go.

Both on one horse...
Slows you down, eh?

Let's go.

Hey, Merv.

One horse and two riders.

Makes no difference to me.

Now maybe you'll believe
I didn't kill Bascomb.

Give me the gun belt.

Someone's trying to keep
us from getting back to town.

- Why?
- Because they're afraid

of what I can say in
the white man's court.

I'm only interested in one thing, and
that's getting out of here in one piece.

I want to know one thing from you
right now... whose side are you on?

If you die, it won't be alone.

You think you can stay here
and roll some rocks down there?

All right.

Want to get your head blown off?

I just wanted to see what
was going on down there.

I can see one or both
of them crawling off

there, where the rocks
are sliding.

All right, that's it.

All right, lay the
rifles on the ground.

Take those pistols out
real easy.

Lay 'em down.

You'll never make it.

Down the hill.

To start off with, suppose you
tell those Indians down there

you're going to town with
me because you want to.

I do want to.

I just thought of something.

I wonder who is gonna end
up paying a bounty for you.

$1,500.

There you are, Josh.

Now the other $500
is the marshal's worry.

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

And I'll take this back
to Charley Red Cloud.

Probably belonged to him
in the first place.