All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive S02E16 - Vanishing Act

Say, where's everybody going?

Can't you read?

Escape artist is going to try
to break loose underwater.

I hear tell he can break out
of just about most anything.

That's where I'm
heading now, to find out.

Whoa. Ho.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is time now
for my daring attempt.

You are about to see
the most amazing,

the most colossal,
the most spectacular escape

ever attempted by mortal man.

It will amaze you,
and it will confound you.

See your sheriff here?

Yeah. He's right over there.

That's the barber
and the preacher

and even got old
banker Fitch out today.

Like them, you will be amazed.

You will gasp,
and you will not believe

as I defy a watery death

while bound hand and foot
in such fashion

that escape is
absolutely impossible.

Thank you, my dear.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
wearing these chains,

these heavy manacles,

and nailed... I said, "nailed"...

Into a veritable oaken coffin.

I sure hope he knows
what he's doing.

- Be a shame...
- lowered into the water,

whence I shall rise triumphant

before your very eyes.

- Hurry it up.
- All right.

You do, I'll kill you.

Make sure those locks
are secure, my friend.

Shackled in this fashion,
ladies and gentlemen.

All right, into the box.

Farewell for a moment,
my friends.

The great Bartolo goes
to grapple with death.

All right, nail it shut.

Straight sure
on the head now, Pete,

so nail that thing on to stay.

Inside.

Inside.

I better pull that
trunk up, ma'am.

Nobody human that'd
get out of those chains,

but nobody.

Look, ma'am, we better
get him out of there.

There he is!

As long as you
got 'em up like that,

just get 'em all the way up.

What's happening here?

You'd better
put that away, mister.

Soon as you get yours out.

While this fella here
was entertaining you folks,

two friends of his
held up your bank in town.

That isn't true.

All right,
quiet down, everybody.

What's he talking about?

I'm sure I haven't the
slightest idea, Sheriff.

Man named Decker
and a man named Trace.

I put 'em up
inside of your jail.

Decker and Trace?

I don't know what you
have to do with them,

but maybe we better go
into town, talk about it.

That's ridiculous, Sheriff.

This man's obviously
a troublemaker.

If there's been some kind
of robbery in your town,

I certainly don't
want to detain you,

but taking us along
is unnecessary.

After all, I could hardly
have robbed your bank

when I was underwater, could I?

This you, Bart McCready?

It's him.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but I've been following him

through cities and cow
towns for a month now.

Like the poster says, the man's
wanted in Missouri for murder.

My father wouldn't kill anyone.

Well, all I know is the
bank's been robbed.

We'll soon find out if he
had anything to do with it.

All right, you two.

Either of you know this fella?

You know these men?

They're friends of my father's.

That's what I figured.

All right, inside.

See, I didn't track
this fella all this time

for the fun of it, you know?

I planned on taking him back

to Kansas City myself
and turning him in.

You're not taking him anywhere.

He's in my jail.

That's where he's going to stay.

Look, you're the law,

but would you just send
a telegram to Kansas City,

let the sheriff know
the man's in custody here?

Don't know anything
about Kansas City.

All I know is that he
and his two friends

are going to stand trial
for robbing the bank.

Then maybe you can have him.

Stop it!

He isn't some sort of an animal

- to be bargained for.
- Nicole.

You don't even know
if he's guilty.

Why don't you lock me
up in there while you're...

Nicole! Honey,
let me handle this, huh?

Now go to the hotel, get a room,

and stay there
until you hear from me.

Look, ma'am, I'm
walking over that way...

No, thank you.

Well, I guess I'll be
going, and, by the way,

that fella's
pretty good with locks.

You know what I mean?

Just you forget about
telling me how to run my jail.

He could be as slippery
as a silk saddle blanket,

but this is one box
he ain't getting out of.

Yes, sir.

Howdy.

What do you want?

Come in and check
on my property.

Like I told you, nobody
ever got out of my jail,

and nobody's going to.

Where you going?

They got to have
horses, don't they?

Well, they don't
have much of a start.

They couldn't have gotten far.

They still have to have horses.

What is it?

Getting so a man can't

get any sleep around here.

You rent any horses tonight?

Mm, about an hour ago.

Girl, pretty too.

Friend of yours?

We've met.

Couple of those horses
were used in a jailbreak.

I'm deputizing a posse
to go after the prisoners.

You're the first. Saddle up.

- You mean right now?
- Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sheriff,

but I got a wife and family.

Maybe you can find
somebody crazy enough

to track outlaws for you

in the middle of the
night, but not me.

- Excuse me.
- Hold on there.

I got to get my posse ready.

Go ahead and do that, Sheriff.

Whoa now.

Get my horse ready.

Gone lame, huh?

Yeah.

They split up here.

Two of 'em went that way,

and McCready
and the girl went off

in that direction on one horse.

What makes you think the
escape artist went that way?

Can you picture Trace and Decker

riding double on the same horse?

It's all right with you,

I'd kind of like to try and
bring McCready back.

All right.
Take him, and welcome.

And when you find him,
keep on going.

If I ever see you again,
I'll throw you both in jail.

Yes, sir.

Howdy.

Why don't you leave us alone?

You aren't the sheriff.

No, ma'am.

Then please stop hounding us.

My father is innocent.

Mister, it's none
of my business,

but don't you think it'd be best

if the truth came from you?

I knew about Trace
and Decker, honey.

I knew what they
were going to do,

and I agreed to keep
the townspeople occupied.

That's why you
insisted on playing

a little town like Branchwater?

Well, they knew about
the wanted poster too.

They forced me to help them.

You shoot that man
in Kansas City?

That was self-defense.

Honey, I...

I was working
the spiritualist racket,

and this fellow misunderstood
my interest in his wife.

He came after me.
It was him or me.

You figured it best be him, huh?

I'd do it again if I had to.

Defending yourself isn't murder.

No, I guess it isn't.

Ho.

Whoa.

Better saddle your horse.

You mean to take me in, then?

'Fraid so.

Raise your hands, Mr. Randall.

You can put that away, miss.

You're liable to shoot somebody.

I said, "Raise your hands,"

and I mean it.

I guess you do, at that.

But your bacon's burning.

Hold it.

Go on that log and sit down.

Throw that gun over here.

Not a very good shot,
are you, miss?

If you're through trying
to shoot people now,

you go ahead and finish
cooking your dinner.

Let me help you with that.

No, thank you, ma'am.

Far enough.

Look, Randall,
you don't think you're

going to get me back
to Missouri, do you?

- I think so.
- How?

There are two of us, you
know. There's only one of you,

and you're going to have
to sleep sometime.

Look, McCready, whether
you get away from me or not,

this whole territory's
got posters out on you,

and they got your picture on it.

There are going to be a
lot of fellas hunting for you.

Now, your daughter might
have very well killed me today

because of you.

Now, if you shot that
fella in Kansas City

in self-defense
as you say you did,

legally you got
nothing to worry about.

Still a matter
of a swindling charge.

I don't like
the inside of jails.

McCready, right now

the whole world's your jail.

I'll go with you.

Sorry to interrupt, folks.

Hold it, mister.

Put that gun on the rock.

Sprung a leak, mister?

What's the matter?

You don't look like
you were expecting us.

What are you doing here?

Didn't take us no time at
all to lose that hick sheriff.

Then Frank and me decided
to come back for you folks.

Didn't want you
to think we were sore

because it didn't
work out back in town.

We got some more plans for you.

Why do you want me?

From now on, you work for us,

you and your daughter.
No more fancy stuff.

We hit a bank. You open
the safe lock. That simple.

Maybe it isn't.

You say no,

your daughter pays for it.

All right.

All right, gentlemen.

We're partners.

But let's get
one thing straight.

- What's that?
- Well, I'll work with you,

but from now on, there's
to be no more holding out.

When one of us gets some money,

he's not going
to keep it to himself,

the way you did
back there at the bank.

What are you talking about?

We all know

that the hand is
quicker than the eye,

so it isn't really
too surprising

it wasn't noticed at the time,

but, Charlie,
you did hold out on us.

Some of that money went into
your pocket instead of in the sack.

It did not.

Oh, no?

How do you account for that?

Look at that.

Where'd that come from?

And this. Hmm?

Get away from me.

What is this?

It's one of his tricks.

You got any more?

I didn't take any of that money.

I want to see.

Ah, don't listen to him.

Thank you.

I could use you in my
act with a stunt like that.

Unfortunately, I suppose...

I won't be able to
where I'm going.

Please take care
of yourself, Father.

Don't you worry
about a thing, baby.

I'm going to be back with you
sooner than you can imagine.

I'll write to you every
week from San Francisco.

I know now that you were
only doing what was right,

and I forgive you.

Yes, ma'am.

Good-bye.

Get up!

Say...

Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr. Randall.

I'll put 'em right back on.

No, that's all right.
Look, tell me something.

Is there anything
you can't get out of?

I'll let you know that,
Mr. Randall,

after we get to Missouri.