All language subtitles for Bonanza - S01E31 - Dark Star.eng

(wolf howling)

Oh, I don't see
any sign of tracks.

Not a sign.

Look, why don't we split up,
meet up by that rimrock?

All right. Be mighty
careful, Little Joe.

If we get that ol'
timber wolf all boxed in,

he ain't gonna be
at all sociable.
Right.

(cocks rifle)

(wolf howling)

Hey!

(gasps)

Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, wait a minute!

Hey!

Little Joe, where are you?!

Down here, Hoss!

Hey, Joe,
that ain't no lobo.

Sure ain't.

Well, what is she,
an Indian girl?

No, looks like
a Gypsy to me.

HOSS:
Yeah.

Hey, I ain't never
seen one of them up
close before.

I almost killed her.

How?

I thought she
was that wolf.

(howling)

(theme song playing)

Gypsy girl.

Well, we were aware
of that, Doctor.

Is she going
to be all right?

Can't hurt a Gypsy.

They're built to endure.

I don't know, Doc.

She looked like she was
pretty well shook up to me.

Oh, she'll come out
of it all right.

Just give her a day in bed,

and then send her
on her way.

Yeah, well, where's that?

Wherever her people are.

Well, we don't exactly know
where her people are, Doctor.

Oh?

Well, soon as she's
on her feet, you'd best

turn her over to the
sheriff in Virginia City.

What for?
She didn't do anything.

She will, boy; she will.

Just give her a chance.

She's a Gypsy, isn't she?

Is that as bad
as being an Injun?

Sometimes it's worse.

Evening, Ben,
Little Joe, Hoss.

Good night, Doc.
Good night, Doc.

Good night, Doc.

He doesn't care much
for Gypsies, does he?

I guess a lot of people
don't trust them much.

A lot of people don't trust
no tumbleweed folk much.

Oh, I don't think
that little girl

can do much harm while
she's here with us.

Maybe when she wakes up,

we can find out where
her people are.

She sure is pretty,
ain't she, Little Joe?

She sure is;
like nothing I've ever seen.

(rattling, rustling)

Sounds like
she's waking up.

Better take a look at her.
No, I'll, I'll check her, Pa.

Hey, Pa?

How come Adam didn't
come back with the doctor?

Oh, he's staying
in town overnight.

Go away.

I won't hurt you.

Where is this place?

It's the Ponderosa.
Nevada.

How's your head?

Go away.

It's cold.

It's cold, and I
think that you

ought to keep
the cover over you.

Hey!

Hey, what'd you
do that for?

All right, you just
go ahead and freeze,
if you want to.

Well?

How is she?

If Gypsies are supposed
to be mean, she's doing fine.

What'd you do
to your hand?

She bit me.

She bit you?
Uh-huh.

Listen, Little Joe,

if a Gypsy's bite's
anything like a polecat's,

you're in trouble.

If you start foaming
at the mouth...
Yeah, I know.

Drink plenty
of Jamaica ginger.

Why did she bite you?

I don't know.

Hmm. Say anything
about her folks?

What happened to her?
No, nothing.

I'll talk to the girl
in the morning.

I wouldn't get
too close to her.

(door closes)

You see that star?

Yeah, that's
the North Star.

I would like to reach up
and pluck it out of the sky.

(chuckles)

Oh, it's a long ways up.

No, it's so close I can feel
the cold on my face.

Oh, maybe you better
get back in bed.

The night is
the inside of a black bell.

It rings forth
the spirits of the dead.

(wolf howling)

Don't worry.

It's just that lobo wolf
we've been trying to catch.

Go away.

And will you bite me
again if I don't?

Where are the folks
you belong to?

I have no one.

Oh, now, come on,
everybody has someone.

Why do you care about me?

Is it because I am pretty
and you want to kiss me?

Come and do it.

I am waiting for you.

Now, look, I don't know
what's bothering you,

but I brought you here
and I feel responsible for you.

Now, I want to find
out where you belong
and that's all.

You are walking
in your father's shoes.

And what does that mean?

You're playing
like you are a man,

but you are a little boy.

Oh, and what makes
you so grown-up?

I am past being grown-up.

I am old and withered.

I am dead.

And I don't know what
you're talking about.

You're the craziest
girl I ever ran into.

Go away before I turn you
into a toad.

You don't have
to eat crumbs, young lady.

Have a decent breakfast,
if you want it.

I don't need your food.

Well, you're welcome to it
if you should need it.

My name is Ben Cartwright.

You are a rich man,
Ben Cartwright.

Well, I...

I do have much to
be grateful for.

I would have to steal
to have so much.

Well, there are other ways.

Tell me, what were you doing
out there all alone?

Howling at the moon.

(laughs)

Well, I suppose
that is respectable

for young wolves,
but not for young ladies.

Where are your people?

Why do you want to know?

Would you invite them
to eat with you?

Well, I want to know,

so that I can return
a young girl to them.

I think they've lost one.

They did not lose me.

I am not like them.

I'm different.

Well, how?

What makes you different?

There is no one in front of me,

and no one in back.

I may go anywhere I want to go,

and be whatever
I wish to be.

Well, what is it
that you wish to be?

I wish to be free.

I do not like your house.

(chickens clucking,
woman shrieks)

(screaming)

(horses whinnying)

(screams)

What's wrong?

Go away.
What's the matter?

Hey, give me that.

Let me go!

Not till I find out
what's going through

that crazy head of yours.

Why do you try to kill yourself?

I am gafe.

I am a witch.

The animals, they know it.

If you mean those horses, it was
your dress that spooked them.

They're not used to bright
colors, nothing else.

No. It is the dark star.

It is the dark star!

Lookie there, Pa;
it looks like them

Gypsies are gonna make camp
right here on the Ponderosa.

No, they probably come
to pick up our young friend.

How'd they know
she was here?

Oh, Doctor.

I imagine it's all over
Virginia City by now.

They did not
come for me.

Now, look, young lady,
I don't know what problems

you may have had
with your people before,

but don't you think it's time
to straighten them out now?

You do not understand.

No... I guess you're
right; I don't.

I have three sons
and no daughters.

I've always found women

a mite harder
to understand than men.

They're more sensitive
and...

Now, look, I'll, uh...

I'll forget about
those dishes if you'll
come along now

and give things
another try.
No.

Well, those are
your people.

You belong
with them.

No.

Well, all right.

If Muhammad won't go
to the mountain...

(violin playing
melancholy tune)

Zurka...

we have visitors.

Oh, welcome, friends!

I, Zurka, welcome you.

I should be
welcoming you.

My name is Ben Cartwright.

My son Hoss.

This is the Ponderosa,
Cartwright land.

If you don't mind
my asking,

how did you get
through our fence line?

Oh, it is in need of repair.

Fences are always
in need of repair.

(chuckling)

I presume you came
to pick up the girl.

The girl?

Yes, we, uh, found her half-dead
in the timber country.

Gypsy girl.

You are barosan... my brother.

You're a great man,
I can see it.

I am sure that you
will let my people stay

on your beautiful land
until the dark sky clears.

We are heading
across the mountains

to the place
where the mustangs run wild.

What about the girl?

She's no longer one of us.

She's gafe,
a bringer of misfortune.

BEN:
She's a child.

ZURKA:
Oh, the devil
is fond of children.

You mean to...
you mean to say

that that poor
little girl...

you think
she's bewitched?

We know it,
barosan.

You left her here to die.

We left her behind us.

She's a human being.

She's not an animal.

Now, we have laws
in this country

governing responsibility.

We stay away from the law,
and the law stays away from us.

BEN:
Maybe you won't be able
to do that this time.

ZURKA:
Well, I...

I'll think it over, barosan.

You will let us stay, huh?

On one condition.

That you take the girl and go
when the weather clears.

I can promise you
that we will go.

All right.
But now, barosan,
when we are here,

maybe we can do
some business.

We have fine horses
to sell.

Well, we buy our horses
in Virginia City.

But none like
the beasts of Roman!

Huh, Spiro?

Backs like iron,
hoofs like the wind.

Well, Pa, it can't do no
harm to take a look at 'em.

(sighs) Well...

What do you want
for the stallions?

$150 apiece.

How much?

For both.

All three?

No... (chuckles)

They aren't worth half that.

Oh, you're a hard man
to deal with, barosan.

No, not usually.

These horses have been fixed.

Oh, the Indians have been
known to use similar methods.

Teeth have bored and filled

with birchwood
to hide their age.

This one's leg's been blistered
on this side to balance up

with that lame one
on the other one, too, Pa.

Touch of arsenic in their feed?

You insult us!

I was right.

You're a great man, barosan,
with an eye of a Gypsy.

I like you.

My wife will tell your fortune
for nothing.

(chuckling):
I'm afraid not.

No, no, but,
but we will talk.

You will tell me your life
and I will tell you my life.

Another time.

No, no, no,
tonight.

Tonight is
All Hallows' Eve.

It's a big celebration.

We'll have a roast pig

and we will dance and drink
kümmel-- a lot of kümmel.

You will join us.

BEN:
I'm afraid not.

But you must come.

You must bring the pig.

Uh, you do have
a pig, huh?

(chuckling):
Yes, we have a pig.

So bring the pig
and you are welcome.

Well, I'm afraid
we're saving our pig

for a little
celebration of our own.

Well... so don't bring the pig
and you are welcome, too.

Thanks anyway.

Enjoy yourselves.

And remember what I said
about the girl.

I expect you
to come for her.

And stay in good
health... barosan.

Hi.

You know,
I still don't know your name.

Tirza.

Why do they call
you Little Joe?

Ah, it's just a nickname.

It doesn't mean
anything.

The venom of
spiders protects us

from wild animals
and savage dogs.

(chuckles)

A Colt .45'll do the same thing.

It will not rain tonight.

Tirza, what did you mean
about the dark star...

...being a witch?

When I was a little girl,
I sat by a stream like this.

I watched the fish and dreamed
that I was one of them,

slipping through
the warm silence,

my silver scales
reflecting sunlight.

Yeah, when I was a kid, I used
to want to be a grizzly.

I can be a fish
if I want.

What are you doing?

Digging for
wild artichokes.

The gophers store them,
and I am hungry.

You're sure
a funny girl.

Why did you stop me?

When?

Before.

Why'd you try
to kill yourself?

For the same
reason I bit you.

Why is that?

Because I am a witch.

(horse neighs)

(horse snorts)

Are you strong, Tirza?

Yes, strong and well.

I'm Joe Cartwright.

Go away, gajo,
back to your own kind.

Go watch over
your kingdom.

Leave us alone.

If Tirza wants me to leave,
then I will.

What do you
want, Spiro?

To see that you are happy.

I did not know they left you
behind until it was too late.

It was the old
woman's work.

And if you had known?

What then?

I might have changed her mind.

The bruja is
my grandmother.

I can influence her.

A glass of metaxa,
a laugh or two--

she would listen to me.

And all you would want
for that service is to hold me

in your arms for all the nights
that are to come.

Maybe not all.

I would rather lie
in the arms of a snake.

(grunts)

(gasps)

(yells)

(grunts)

Drop it.

I said drop it.

(splashes)

All right, get on your
horse and clear out.

Remember my face, gajo.

It'll be the last one you see
in this world.

(pigs snorting)

(squealing)

Not only do they think
she's bewitched,

she thinks so, too.

Sounds like they've
been driving it home

hard enough to her
to make her believe it.

Hmm.
Where is she now?

She's asleep.

She's quite a girl, though.

Isn't she, Joe?

Yeah, Pa.

Adam, you don't think

there'll be anything
worthwhile at the auction?

No, I didn't like the looks
of those mustangs.

Kind of runty.

I understand the, uh,
Gypsies tried to peddle

some of their broken down
geldings that they'd fixed up.

(laughing):
Yeah.

Did quite a good job, too.

You know,
the average buyer probably

wouldn't notice the difference
for quite some time.

Well, they'd have to go some
to outfox you, Pa.

(door closes)
HOSS:
Hey, Pa.

One of our little Poland China
pigs is plumb gone.

Oh...

Seems I was supposed
to supply a pig, one
way or another.

Yeah, and it looks like
you did get outfoxed.

No, I didn't, because they're
going to pay for that pig,
one way or another.

I don't know, Pa,
that old Gypsy, Zurka,

he could charm his way
out of a Comanche scalpin'.

He's not going
to charm his way out
of paying for that pig.

Well, this I gotta see.

Yeah, me, too.

How about you, Adam?

Come on along.

No, I think I'd better
keep an eye on the house

in case they, uh,
back in one of the wagons

and take out the furniture.

(all laughing)

(children playing)

(violin playing
melancholy melody)

(laughs):
Oh!

Is a pleasure
to have you here, barosan.

I'm sorry to barge in
like this,

but I have the strange feeling
that that pig belongs to me.

Does it?

I don't know.

I-I-I really don't know,
barosan.

It wandered here into the camp,
poor lost soul.

Uh, do you think it is yours?

Now, Zurka, you know it is.

That's a very
expensive animal.

Oh, I'm very sorry, barosan.

I... I don't know
how to repay you.

I have only a few dollars.

But maybe you would
consider a barter?

Wait.

Barosan, it is not much,

but it is pure silver

and carved with...
with a loving heart.

I, I-- this-this,
this is worth much,
much more than that pig.

No, I couldn't
possibly take it.

But, look, I took your pig, too.

It will ease my conscience.
Please, take it.

Let's not talk about it
and we'll have a drink.

I-I don't know, I...

You must taste
some of your pig.

* *

What's that?

It is milk...
Hmm.

mixed with the blood
of an unborn calf.

BEN:
It's a delicacy, Hoss.

ZURKA:
It will give
you strength.

Yes, sir.

Zurka, tell me.

Why do you think
the girl is bewitched?

Oh... she was born
under the dark star.

Her mother died
in her efforts.

It's very bad.

Well, does a mother's
death make a child evil?

Mm, sometimes.

You know, our beliefs
are old and strong.

We must live
as they tell us.

Is there nothing
in your beliefs about
mercy, compassion?

Yes, but is it
possible to have
mercy and compassion

for a girl who can turn
herself into a wolf?

(shouts)

(giggling)

* *

* *

(upbeat, lively tempo begins)

(shouts)

(thunder rumbles,
musicians stop playing)

(thunder rumbles)

Go after your son, barosan.

Zurka, I respect your beliefs,
but I'm not a man

who goes along much with spirits
and witches and the like.

You know, I've found
that the only evil

in this world is
the human kind.

But the evil in man
doesn't come from nowhere.

It is born in a dark world,
beyond the world we know.

And it's sent
here on purpose.

You really believe that girl
can turn herself into a wolf.

Yes. She must plague our house.

The devil drives her.

He possesses our children

and drives them
against us.

She's evil, believe me.

No, I can't believe it.

I don't think so.

Oh, I do think
that poor girl is suffering.

Not from an evil in her,
but from some kind of despair

and loneliness because her
own people rejected her

and persecuted her.

You are a gajo.
You're a civilized man.

The understanding for the devil

and his ways has been
bred out of you.

Zurka, have you ever seen

any real evidence
of the devil in her?

Or are you afraid
of her because she
was unlucky enough

to have been born under some
weather-obscured star.

You know, a man, possibly you've
never heard of him,

once said,
"The fault, dear Brutus,

is not in our stars,
but in ourselves."

I like your words--
uh, good words.

But not our words.

I have seen too much of evil.

(thunder rumbles)

Go after your son.
He's in danger.

The danger is in the flesh,
not fantasy.

My son can take pretty good care
of himself in that department.

Zurka...

Give the girl a chance.

You may be wrong.

Maybe.

But I'm not.

Well...

I guess it's not going
to storm after all.

Well...

thanks for the silver bowl.

And thanks for the pig.

You run faster than
any buck deer I ever saw.

Little Joe, Little Joe...

Like a black panther

from the depths of night

in a dark dream.

Once I saw my
lover steal away.

Why'd you come in the
camp and dance like that?

To frighten them.

To see their faces.

There are so many
things I just can't
understand about you.

We live in two worlds,
Little Joe.

In my world, there
are demons and spirits

who eat up living
souls like grain,

and fly about the night
in wagons made of smoke.

I am one of them.

I know it.

And my people know it.

Now, you listen to me.

I don't want you talking
that way anymore.

You're no more
a witch than I am.

Somehow they've got
you thinking things

that just don't
make sense.

You are a tree.

I see you as a tree.

So firm, a part of the land,

with your roots dug
deep into the ground.

Your arm is like a branch.

I wish I were a tree.

I would stand over
little children

and guard them from harm.

Maybe I am not a witch.

Maybe I, maybe I am good
to think such thoughts.

Of course you're good.

I know you are.

Your heart is beating.

Is it because I am near you?

Yes.

Am I beautiful?

You're very beautiful.

Can we talk
of love sometime?

Hold me.

Hold me.

Little Joe...

(wolf howling)

(howling)

* *

(wolf howling)

(howling continues)

Please...

Please help me.

You refused our help.

You were driven away
from our house.

The devil is in me.

Help me.

There's only one way
to help you.

Do you know what that means?

It means pain beyond anything
you've ever known.

Agony that will
tear at your mind

and sear your soul.

I don't care.

Even if it would mean my death.

(wind whistling)

(door opening and closing)

* *

(wolf howling)

(distant howling)

Anybody here?!

Gajo!

Where's Tirza?

She's in the mountains.

There is nothing
you can do for her now, gajo.

She is a devil.

She has changed herself
into a wolf

and slaughtered chickens.

My people
are going to help her.

What do you mean "help her"?

They are going to stake
her to the ground

and pick at her soul,
until she screams for mercy.

But they will
only dig deeper

until they have
found the rotten spot
and scooped it out.

And then, they will
leave her body limp

and her mind
a useless thing.

(whip cracks)

I could have killed you both
on your moonlit rock of love.

It would have been easy.

It would have been too easy.

It would have only given me
a moment or two.

This way, I can see them
scar her mind

as she has scarred my face.

I can make you crawl
as I have crawled.

(whip cracks,
Little Joe moans)

(grunts)

(whip cracks)

(clattering)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(all chanting mournful tune,
beating tambourine)

I know what they're
trying to do, Tirza.

Don't let them!

But I want them to.

Don't you see?
No, I don't see.

All I see is a lot of talk
that doesn't make sense.

But it does.

The devil is in me.

They will take him away and
make my soul as clean as air.

Tirza, don't!

(chanting)

(chanting stops)

Asmodeus...

the Bruja is here.

She will drive you back
into the world of the dead.

At the end of the world,
there's a hole

through which one can descend
in the underworld.

This can be reached
by following the direction

taken by the setting sun.

The journey should be made
on two cocks...

...harnessed together.

(chanting resumes)

In the underworld,

it is time to sleep.

It takes two months walking
through darkness

before one sees a light.

It is a cavernous
passage

guarded by
nine white dogs.

The passage leads directly

to the castle of the black,
man-eating emperor.

The castle is in that flagon.

(hissing)

And when it bursts,

he shall be released
from the soul of this girl.

What's your name?

Tirza.
How old are you?

Nineteen.

How long has the devil
been in you?

How long?

Since my birth.

Why does he possess you?

Tell me. Tell me.

Oh... I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

What is the devil's name?

I don't know.
What is his name?

As... Asmodeus.

Asmodeus.

Can you see him now?

No.
I want you to see him.

See his goat's face
and fiery eyes.

The hairy, twisted body

and the cloven hoof.

(hissing)
Blood.

Bones. Claws.

Hoofs. Horns.

Can you see him now?
No.

Three times from east to west.

And three times
from west to east.

Scorpions, feathers,
spider web--

I conjure thee, Asmodeus.

I exorcise thee,
O ancient serpent,

by the judge of the living
and the dead,

that from this girl,

thou, with fears
and afflictions of thy fury,

speedily depart.

(Tirza moans)

(onlookers scream)

Little Joe...

I am free.

Coffee?
No, no thanks.

I, uh... I wanted
to talk to you.

Go ahead, boy.

Well, you remember once
you told us that

we could have
a piece of this land

when it was time.

That's right.

Is it time, boy?

Yes, sir.

Well, if that's
what you want.

Tirza's a fine,
young woman.

I'd be proud to have
her for a daughter.

(knocking on door)

Zurka, come in.
Come in, please.

Well, barosan,
the sky clears,

so we are on our way,
as I promised.
Uh-huh.

It was a good land,
and we are grateful
for the hospitality.

Well...
The girl is coming with us.

Our house is
her house now.

Tirza's not
going with you.

You want her, young man?
Yes.

But it is our way
that if a man marries,

he is to join
the girl's family.

You have
to become a Gypsy.

Tirza's going to stay
here with me.

TIRZA:
No, Little Joe.

I cannot stay.

What do you mean
you can't stay?

Remember the fish
in the stream?

I wanted to be
one of them.

I am one of them now.

I've waited so long
to see love in their eyes,

instead of fear and hate.

It is in my heart to go.

Tirza, you can't go.

Do you understand, I love you
more than anything in my life?

You are a tree, Joe, not a fish.

You must stand tall and watch
over this land that is yours.

Tirza, I...
Stay.

Stay here.

And think of me sometimes

when the stars are in the skies.

I will have memories
of you always.

Good-bye, Little Joe.

You have a good son.

I always wished
to have a son like this.

So many times, I tried
to make a son of Spiro.

Yes, I'm...

I'm sorry about Spiro.

He's better off
in the land of the Mulos.

He'll find peace
and... judgment for his sins.

Then you know
what he was trying to do?

Yes.

We found the wolf's paw
on his body.

It was still wet with blood.

It was our mistake.

You know, Zurka,

sometimes it's possible
to see the devil

when you're looking
for the devil.

Our mistake was that

we didn't see
the devil in Spiro.

Hmm, maybe so.

Good-bye, my brother,

and may you have
a long life.