All language subtitles for Tales of Wells Fargo S04E33

DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

My name is Hardie. Jim Hardie.

This is Wells Fargo's
main office in San Francisco.

Hello, Porter. Jim.

Well, you don't look too bad for
a man who's been in the sick bed.

I don't feel too bad, either.

Jim is just over
a bout with the grippe.

Oh.

Jim, this is Mr. Ward.
Houseman Ward.

How do you do, Mr. Hardie?
Pleased to meet you.

Mr. Ward is head
of Ward's Limited here in town.

The jewelry firm?

You sure got
a nice reputation, sir.

Thanks very much. Sit down, Jim.

Thank you.

We got an easy job for you, Jim.

It concerns Mr. Ward. Uh...

Let him tell you about it.

In our business, we get a number

of confidential requests
from our clients,

and we try to please them.

This one comes from the
Quintus Randolph family.

Ever heard of them?

If they're the lumber people
over in Sacramento, I have.

That's right.

Now, are you familiar with
the Randolph necklace?

No, sir. Well, it's
a family heirloom.

The daughter is getting married.

They asked us to get it in
shape before the ceremony.

The necklace itself is at the
family home in Sacramento,

but I have a picture of it here.

Now, this large diamond pendant
at the end of the necklace was lost.

Another pendant
was ordered to replace it.

It was shipped around the Horn
to Ward's from New York.

Wells Fargo is delivering
it the rest of the way.

That's it there.

Why the special messenger?

Why can't it go right on through
Wells Fargo's regular channels?

Well, there are
three reasons Mr. Hardie.

First, the Randolph
family asked us

to guarantee delivery
before the wedding.

Secondly, when you
see that diamond,

you'll appreciate the special
measures we're taking.

And thirdly, you're
to collect $80,000

upon deliver of that diamond.

That'll give you
some idea of its size.

When you reach Sacramento, you're
to register at the Commercial Hotel,

then wait there
until the family contacts you.

Wait? This is to be a
surprise to the daughter,

and, apparently,
they want to keep her

from finding out
about it too early.

I see.

It's in here, you say?

Mind if I have a look at it?

No need totin' around
a pig in a poke, you know?

Go right ahead,
I don't blame you.

Great day in the mornin'!
Whoa! Phew.

Why, I didn't know
they grew them that big.

When would you like
for me to pick it up?

Right now. You leave
on the evening stage.

That'll give you just time
to get a bite to eat

and check out of your hotel.

Well, that's mighty nice of you

to give me all that time
to get ready.

Sure nice to have met you, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Hardie.
Good luck to you.

Thank you.

Good day.

Oh, no. No,
you misunderstood me.

This gentleman is
expecting me. Weren't you?

You bet. Yeah.

Matter of fact, I was
wonderin' what delayed you.

Just a bottle of cooled
red wine, please.

My husband will join me.
Won't you, dear?

Heh. Certainly.

Thank you, Mister...

Hardie. Jim Hardie.

I know you must think I've
lost my mind, Mr. Hardie, but...

may I ask you
to do me a big favor?

Somethin' bothering you, ma'am?

I'm in San Francisco
just for tonight, and...

Well, it's
absolutely ridiculous,

but unescorted females

aren't allowed in most
respectable restaurants,

and...

Well, I wanted
to eat here, but...

I know it was bold of me,

but I didn't have an escort.

Till you met me, that is.

And you were alone.

Do you mind? No.

No. Glad to have you.

Oh. Thank you.

Oh, no, no. I'll pour.

I like to.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get 'em.

Thank you.

Right.

San Francisco is a pretty wild town
for a young girl to be in by herself.

Yes, it is wild.

I've learned to love it already.

There's something new
happening every minute.

Of course, I'd heard
a lot about the vigilantes

and the fires
and the Barbary Coast.

Well, I don't think you'll
see much of the vigilantes,

and I hope you don't see
much of the Barbary Coast.

But for fires...

you take this hotel here.

It's been burned down
three times already.

Matter of fact, you... You see that
painting on the wall back there?

Oh, yes. What about it?

Well...

That's the only thing that's
left of the original hotel.

Seems like every time
it catches on fire,

that's the first thing
they grab and run with.

I don't think it's that
good a painting, actually.

To your kindness, Mr. Hardie.

Thank you.

But I can't hardly drink to your
kindness unless I know your name, can I?

Janet Clayton.

Miss? Mmm.

Well, here's to you,
Miss Clayton.

I love a cool drink.

Don't you, Mr. Hardie?

You bet.

Oh!

What am I doing here?

The same thing I'd be doing if I
hadn't switched drinks with you.

Mr. Hardie, I don't know
what your talking about.

You put Shanghai drops
in my drink. Why?

Oh, no. No, you've got
it all wrong.

I want the truth.

A man offered me $50 if I...

gave you those drops.

Well, I needed the money.
I was stranded here.

He promised
you wouldn't be harmed.

What was his name?

He didn't tell me his name.

What did he look like?

Well, he looked...

average.

I see.

Well, I've enjoyed
talking with you,

but right now, I must hurry.

Mr. Hardie?

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you are.

I can give you a word
of advice for the future.

I'd be a little more careful
who I had a drink with.

Good night.

JIM: It was pretty obvious
that someone knew

I was carrying the diamond
and intended to get it from me.

I kept my guard up
on the trip to Sacramento,

but nothing happened.

I reached town and checked
into the Commercial Hotel.

After waiting for 24 hours,

nobody in the family
had come near me.

Then a message arrived
from Mrs. Randolph,

asking me to come to her home
this afternoon at 4:00.

Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, sir.

I'd like to see Mrs. Randolph.

Mrs. Randolph, sir?
Tell her Jim Hardie's here.

Yes, sir. If you'll wait
in the parlor, please.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hardie.

Good afternoon.

And should I call you
Janet Clayton or...

Mrs. Randolph?

Mrs. Randolph.

I suppose you had
a pretty good reason

for puttin'
those drops in my drink.

Would you care
to tell me what it was?

I'd rather not.

Mr. Hardie...

I...

I have a proposition for you.

I'll give you $5,000

if you will give me the pendant
and pretend it was stolen from you.

No one need ever know.

You're a woman of quite a
high position, Mrs. Randolph.

Why in heaven's name would you ever
try to get away with anything like that?

Because I haven't
enough money to pay for it.

But even if you don't,
your husband must have.

Mr. Randolph doesn't know
the pendant is gone.

He mustn't ever know.

And you're not going to explain.

Now, I've got a pendant
to deliver.

And if you haven't
the money to pay me for it,

then I've got to
go to your husband.

No...

No, Mr. Hardie, please.

You leave me no alternative.

Well, wait. I...

I'll try to explain.

I'm much younger
than my husband.

It's my step-daughter
that's getting married,

his daughter
by his first marriage.

The Randolph necklace
is an heirloom.

When Lily gets
married next week,

by tradition, the necklace
must be given to her.

And the pendant's gone.

Maybe I made a mistake
by marrying Mr. Randolph.

He's wealthy, but...

he's not
a very understanding man.

My family is poor.

He doesn't consider them
his responsibility.

So, you sold the pendant. Yes.

I was hoping to be able
to replace it somehow, and...

Well, then suddenly Lily was
getting married, and I was trapped.

So I had the duplicate made.

I was hoping I could get it
in time for the wedding.

By stealing it.

Well, I know I was wrong, but...

I thought the insurance
would cover anybody's loss.

Please, Mr. Hardie,

there must be something
you can do to help me.

Well, I can try.

I can talk to
your husband, and...

maybe I can get him to accept

some of the responsibility
for your family.

Mr. Hardie, wait, I...

I must be the one
to talk to my husband.

I guess I should have
done it long before this.

It's usually
a pretty good idea, ma'am.

If you could just
give me some time,

I think maybe he will
pay for the pendant.

Just... if you could wait...

Well, certainly,
I can wait tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll probably have to

go back to San Francisco.

I'll be at the hotel
if you want me.

Thank you.

Good Afternoon, Miss Randolph.

Goodbye, Mr. Hardie.

PHYLLIS: "Mr. Galena",

"Jim Hardie has the pedant."

"He's going back to his hotel..."

"and will be there all night."

All right, where's the diamond?

What diamond?

We know you brought
it with you. Where is it?

In my money belt.

Now who sent you?

You broke in here.
I can shoot you legally.

No one will ever say
a word about it.

Who sent you?

Galena.

John Galena.

That the gambler who's
up around Virginia City?

That's right.

He owns a casino downtown.

Where is it?

Center and Maple Street.

All right. Get out, both of you.

JIM: Those bushwhackers had come
too close to make me happy.

However, it had
started me thinking,

and I figured it was time

for me to have another
talk with Mrs. Randolph.

Good evening. Good evening, sir.

I'm Jim Hardie.

I'd like to see Mrs. Randolph.

Mrs. Randolph?

I'm Mr. Randolph, but
there is no Mrs. Randolph.

My wife passed away
many years ago.

I see.

You sure you're not thinking
of my daughter, Phyllis?

Yeah. I think I am. Is she in?

No, I'm not sure where she is.

Would you care to
step in and wait?

No, thank you, sir.

I think I know where
I might find her.

Good evening, sir. Good evening.

MAN: Place your bets.

MAN: Number 33.

MAN: Place your bets.

Mrs. Randolph.

Mr. Hardie.

We meet again.

We sure do.

What are you doing here?

I want to meet your
partner, Galena.

Partner?

Only two people knew
I had that pendant...

You and I.

Mr. Hardie, I...

When I got to my hotel
later on this evening,

two men, both of them,
working for Galena,

jumped me and tried
to get the pendant.

I don't see what that
has to do with me.

Now, I'm sick of your lyin'.

You've lied to me
from the very start.

In the first place you're Miss
Randolph, not Mrs. Randolph.

And I want to know
what your connection

is with Galena.

All right, Mr. Hardie.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm the one that's being
married this Saturday,

and it is tradition

that I wear
the family necklace, only...

I lost the pendant
to Mr. Galena playing cards.

Playing cards? You?

I came here one night
with some friends of mine.

They're little wild,
but they've always been fun.

Anyway, I used
to think they were.

I started gambling
more regularly,

and I lost more
than I could afford, and...

So you put the pendant
up as security.

When I realized what
I'd done, I was desperate.

I begged Mr. Galena to, please,

just lend it to me
for the wedding.

That's when he suggested
I order the duplicate.

Well, he made it sound so easy,

and he was going
to help me, and...

I-I just got
in deeper, deeper...

You probably wouldn't have
wound up with either pendant,

if Galena's the kind
of a man I think he is.

I've got to get
it back, Mr. Hardie.

I've got to get it back.

The wedding is this Saturday.

I just can't face my father.

I can't face him.

You're probably entitled
to get it back, I suppose.

You were no doubt,
cheated out of it.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna to try to get
your pendant back for you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Hardie.

You haven't got anything
to thank me for yet.

You go on home now.
Talk to you later on.

I could stand a drink.

Give the lady a drink.

I don't remember seeing you
in here before.

I haven't been in here before.

Wish I could say the same.

What's your name, mister?

You can call me Jim.

You can call me Sarah.

Seems a little quiet
in here this evening.

Oh, it usually is pretty
quiet out here in front.

There someplace where they got

a little more activity?

Back there.

That's where Galena runs
his game for the swells.

I see.

Well, if they got
a little action goin',

I wouldn't object to sittin' in.

You know Galena? No.

You don't know him,

you might have trouble
getting a chair in the game.

But I know Sarah.

She can get me in.

But I might not be
doing you any favor.

It's a high game.

I'll take my chance.

I'll see what I can do.

Sarah said you wanted to sit in.

Well, if there's room,
I'd like to.

I don't believe we've
met. No, we haven't.

My guests usually
know each other.

The name is Jim Hardie.

Sit down, Mr. Hardie.

Thank you.

Bring him a stake.

This is Judge Donovan.

How do you do,
sir? Rufus Morgan.

And I'm...

I think I know who you are.

The whites are $10,

reds 100, blues 500.

It'll be $2,000.

What line of work
are you in, Mr. Hardie?

Well, it's my job

to try and recover stolen
property for my company.

Must be interesting work.

Sometimes.

Break out a fresh deck.

There's no need to
do that on my account.

These will be fine.

We ante $10.

Ever up around Virginia
City, Mr. Galena?

Your name sounds familiar.

No, I'm afraid you're
thinking to somebody else.

I open for 100.

I'll call.

Call. How many cards, Judge?

Three.

I'll take three.

Dealer takes three.

The Galena I knew

got run out of Virginia
City and Tombstone,

a few other towns
around the West.

Sorry. I came out from
the East a few months ago.

Judge?

I bet 200.

I drop out.

Your 200 and 500 more.

I call.

Three little aces.

Well, you certainly had a run
on aces tonight, Mr. Galena.

Your deal, Judge.

I wonder, sir,
if you'd be interested

in playing for somewhat
higher stakes?

What's on your mind?

I'll come right to the point.

I believe you have a mate

to this particular stone.

JIM: Cut you
a high card one time.

The high card takes both stones.

Those are high stakes,
Mr. Hardie.

They told me you were a gambler.

Bring it out.

It's your deck,

so I'll shuffle.

Cut.

It was to be a cut, sir.

King.

Well... that's too bad.

Had you have cut one deeper,

you could have gotten an ace.

How'd you know?

Just like I know
the next one's a jack.

And the next one's a queen.

The next one's a 10.

And so on right
through the deck.

It's a marked deck, Judge.

Hold it!

Hey, you, get up off the floor.

And I'll take back my $2,000.

You'll find the chips
on the floor.

And, Judge?

You know, a court
order will close this place.

Be one drawn tonight.

Shall we leave?

Think my business
is finished. After you.

You two, get over there.

JIM: I returned Phyllis
Randolph's pendant to her

in time for the wedding.

In return, she gave me
a check from her father.

Seems she had finally decided
to tell him the truth.

Sacramento and Phyllis Randolph.

I think I'll be glad to get back

to fightin' Comanches
where it's peaceful.