All language subtitles for Tales of Wells Fargo - 2x08 - The Auction

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NARRATOR: Tales of Wells Fargo.

JIM: In the pursuit
of its vast express business,

Wells Fargo invariably
piled up a lot of unclaimed

and undeliverable boxes,

packages, parcels,
and old suitcases.

After holding them
for a due period of time,

these items were sold
to the highest bidder

at the company's annual auction.

JIM: This year it
was being held

at Temple City,

and Wells Fargo had asked me

to come along
and watch the bidding.

It could have been
on account of Vivian Coy.

Her boyfriend, Cleve Yance,

was serving time for robbing

one of our stagecoaches.

But we hadn't
recovered the money.

And now all of a sudden

she had made a 200 mile trip

arranging to be in Temple City

on our advertised auction day.

People didn't often take
that much interest

in one of our auctions.

Fact is, they seldom took
much interest at all.

Hey,

did anybody ever tell you
you look like

that old outlaw?

What was his name?

Bob Dawson?
Hear it all the time.

Whatever happened to him?

Nothin'.

Seems like he just
kind of disappeared.

Yeah. Yeah. He retired.

Comes a time in a man's life
when he gets tired

of night riding and hiding out.

Ain't no warrants out
on old Bob Dawson.

No siree,
'cause he was too smart for 'em.

Then you are him.

Yeah. Yeah. That's me.

Don't need to waste your time
trying to dig up

any old ones, 'cause
I'm as clean as a whistle.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

What are you?
Pinkerton?

Government man?

Neither one.

I work for Wells Fargo.

Oh, Wells Fargo.

Yeah, it's a good company.

I used to do a little
business with 'em myself.

Hope you ain't go
any hard feelings against me.

I don't think we do,

at least not as far as I know.

Well, that's the decent thing.

Don't hold no hard
feelings myself,

friends with everybody.

Come out and see me sometime,

maybe I can give you
some pointers.

From the other side
of the trough, you might say.

These young squirts don't know

how to do a good job.

They rush in, shoot,
grab the money

and run out.
No finesse.

In my day it was a business,

we figured out a good job,

went ahead and did her clean.

Recollect the time went
down there to Rocky Flats...

Maybe I better not
tell that one.

I'd like to hear about it

if you got the time.
Oh, I got time.

I got nothing else but time.

I'm putting that one
in my memoir.

That's what I'm doing now,
I'm writing a memoir.

We're calling it the...

"Life and Times
of Bob Dawson."

Gonna be good, too.

I'll look forward to reading

your book, Mr. Dawson.

You come down here
to the depot often?

What's that?
I say, you come down here

to the depot often?
Oh, yeah,

yes, every day.

I like to watch the trains
come in and go out.

Breaks up your day.

This tame life gets
a little monotonous at times.

I got no bad habits,
I don't drink,

and I don't...

Say, did you see
that pretty girl

get off the train this morning?

You got an eye
for the girls, huh?

Yeah, but these days
I just look.

Well, by golly,

it's a pleasure meeting you.

Hope I see you again.

Hey, few years ago

we might have been
shooting each other.

Maybe I am getting old

shaking the hand of the law.

Not exactly a lawman,

but it wouldn't
make any difference,

wouldn't contaminate you.

What are you doing
in town, Mr. Hardie,

Wells Fargo trouble?
No.

Just came in to look
at the auction.

Oh, say, I almost
forgot the auction.

Hey, are you going?
Oh, sure, sure,

an auction's a lot of fun.

You mind if
I walk over with you?

Not at all. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I am sorely disappointed

that there aren't more
of you here to witness this,

one of the most
interesting auction sales

ever held in the entire West.

But...

I hope that those of you

who are standing here before me

will bid spiritedly,

for the items
we have here for sale

are of mysterious content.

They may be worth
a priceless fortune

or, on the other hand,

perhaps only worth

a few hundred dollars.

Listen to the man...
Few hundred dollars' worth.

Lays it on pretty good,
doesn't he?

First item,

this old suitcase.

Who can tell what treasure

might lie inside?

I admit it looks
ancient and worn.

But its humble
and modest exterior

could be deceiving.

Who knows what's inside?

A fur coat,

imported linens,

a magic lantern.

Whatever it is,

it's now on the block.

What am I bid?

Two dollars.

Three.

Four dollars.
MAN: Four dollars.

I have a bid of four dollars.

Four dollars once...

Five.

Ten dollars.

Fifty.

A hundred dollars.

Two hundred dollars.

Might as well make it
interesting.

Two hundred and one.

Hey, you.

All right, so you
wanna have some fun?

Two hundred and two.

Two hundred and three.

Sold to Mr. Jim Hardie

for $210.

Hey, wait a minute.

He didn't even say a word.

It was a hand signal sir.

Can a Wells Fargo employee
bid on these things?

MAN: Perfectly legal, sir.

I say it isn't.

What's all the fuss about?

It's just an old suitcase.

Then why did you want it?

Just took a chance.

Uncle of mine
once got a goldmine

through buying an old piece

of junk like this.

And now we have this item here.

This trunk.

Mr. Hardie?

Mr. Hardie...

Where is it?

Where's what?

The suitcase.

Oh.

Looks like it was important
to somebody else.

It's gone.

You mean somebody's stolen it?

I'm beginning to suspect that.

How could you let them?

I didn't have much to say about.

Ohh!
Just a moment.

Why is that suitcase
so important to you?

It belonged to my father.

He's dead now.

There's some souvenirs
in it I want...

His gold watch,

or the trinkets,

family heirlooms.

Oh, nothing of any real value.

It's a pretty impressive
list of contents

to be stashed away in
an old suitcase and unclaimed.

How do you know
they're still there?

I was told.

Is there anything else
you want to ask?

Yes.

You knew who that
was bidding against you,

the young one?

No.

JIM: It was the Sundance Kid.

I've heard of...

Isn't he an outlaw?

But he's not wanted
by Wells Fargo.

But I imagine there are
a lot of other people

that'd like to get
their hands on him.

Why would he want that suitcase?

I don't know.

He was a partner of a fellow

we sent to prison
a few years ago,

a man by the name
of Cleve Yance.

Cleve Yance?

You know him?

No, I never heard of him.

He'll get out in a day or two.

Although we got him,

we never got the money he stole.

I was wondering if he couldn't
have sent the money to himself,

put it in an old suitcase,

figuring on picking it up later.

That suitcase is mine.

JIM: That's what you say.

Maybe the Sundance Kid
figured it belonged to Yance.

Otherwise,
why would he pay over $200

for an old worn out suitcase

that was obviously
just a pig in a poke?

All I can tell you is this,

and I'm sure it's true,

there's no stolen money
in that suitcase, none at all.

Other things, but not money.

Looks like somebody has got you

pretty well convinced of that.

Good day,
Mr. Hardie.

Good day, ma'am.

Never have seen the Sundance Kid

in town before.

Heard he was holed up
nearby, though.

Hmm, must've taken a lot

to bring him out in the open,

if that's who he was.

Where was the sheriff?

He's been laid up
the last couple of days.

Somebody jumped him from behind

a night or two ago.

Must have been somebody
that didn't want him here

the day of the auction.

I never thought of that.

You've got another pretty
famous celebrity

in your midst.

You mean old Bob Dawson.

Shucks, he's nothin',

mot anymore.

Just an old he-wolf

who's lost his teeth.

He been behaving himself lately?

Sure has.

You might even call him
a model citizen.

You know, he must have
had a lot of money

before he retired...

Lives comfortably,

pays cash for everything.

We're glad he's here.

You know, Bob Dawson

was a very famous man.

That he was.

Thanks a lot.
Thank you for everything.

It's all right.

Thank you.

I was willing to bet
you wouldn't say it.

Why were you following me?

Just in case something
like this happened.

Where we going,

me and you and these horses?

I'm gonna find the man
you call the Sundance Kid.

That would be a good trick
if you can do it.

I heard he was in hiding.

I have information
where to look.

Somebody in town gave it to me.

Somebody in town?

Or somebody named Cleve Yance,
through his letters?

I told you I don't know anybody
named Cleve Yance.

Who shot at us?

Why doesn't he show himself?

He is.

Oh, it's Mr. Hardie.

I didn't know there was anybody

anywhere in the neighborhood.

You mean you just go around

shooting that thing
off at random?

Oh, no, no.
I was hunting,

seen a white-tailed deer.

Tell you the truth, my eye
ain't as good as it used to be.

Sometimes it takes
four or five shots

before I hit something.

The old days, used to be,

I would've dropped down
on Apaches

with a pistol gun.

Oh, good afternoon, ma'am.

Now don't tell me I've scared

you two into the water.

Not quite.

Why didn't you come right out
after you fired?

Oh, I'm in no hurry
when I'm hunting.

This is Bob Dawson,

one of the greatest outlaws

of his day.
An outlaw?

Yeah, and a good one too,
wasn't I, Hardie?

One of the best.

BOB: They don't make 'em
like the Dawson brothers

anymore, ma'am.

These young squirts coming up,

just cold blooded,
gun-happy killers,

that's all.

No, all the color's gone out

of modern day outlawry.

He'll make a speech
at the drop of a hat.

Pleased to know you,
Mr. Dawson.

Now, what he's trying to say is

that I'm living in the past.

Well, I tell you
something, Hardie,

it's true, I do live
in the past,

maybe I mite more
than you think I do.

Sometimes I don't
come out here to hunt.

I just wander around like
there's a big posse after me

and I'm gonna outsmart them.

Sometimes I...

sort of get carried away
and I...

throw my gun up
and shoot at nothing,

then I duck down, figurin'
they'll come charging at me.

Well, that's what
I was doing just now.

I didn't see no deer.

I was just playin' a game,

old man's game.

Sorry I scared you two.

Well...

I guess I'll be getting on.

I'd be obliged
if you didn't talk

about this in town.

Folks'll begin to think
I'm really getting old.

Funny old codger.

Well, I'll be going on

to find the Sundance Kid.

Alone.

I see.

You figure he's got the suitcase

and you're gonna get it
no matter what.

That's right.

No matter what.

Aren't you forgetting one thing?

I was the highest bidder.

The suitcase belongs to me.

If you try follow me,
I'll shoot.

You're gonna try to swim
that river again?

This time I'll make it.

JIM: She had managed
to dodge me somehow.

I'd lost her.

But she left
a plain enough trail,

and it was easy to follow.

It led me to a shack,

the hideout of the Sundance Kid.

The Kid was here, all right,

just like he should have been...

But he was dead.

He was dead,
and that old suitcase

wasn't anywhere around.

I guess the girl wanted
the suitcase right bad.

So you found him.

He was dead.

I know.

I didn't kill him.

Can you prove it?

I don't have to, to you.

But I didn't do it.

Maybe you didn't.

And the suitcase?

It was gone when I got there.

So, you're father's
golden watch is gone?

Mr. Hardie,
the truth is

I don't know
what's in that suitcase.

I was told to come here,

bid on it and get it
at any cost.

Let me see if I can guess

who gave you those orders.

Cleve Yance.

He got the hometown
newspaper up in prison.

He knew he couldn't
get out in time

for the auction, so he sent you.

He sent you to bid
on an old suitcase

that's now got blood
spilled on it.

He told me he was innocent
of that robbery.

He was lying.

Yes.

So why don't you
forget Cleve Yance

and get on that train
and go home?

I'm on my way to the depot now.

Hello, honey.

Well, what's the matter?

I believed you, Cleve.

Everything you said,
I believed you.

Waited for you
to get out of prison,

even tried to run your
little errand for you.

Tried to?

What do you mean, "tried to"?

You've got it, haven't you?

You got the suitcase
like I told you to.

No, I don't have it.

What is this, Viv?

The double-cross...

You let the Sundance Kid
soft talk ya, is that it?

You two decided to cut me out.

The Sundance Kid is dead.

You're lying.

Now, look, I'm not
fooling around.

I want that suitcase.

You know what's in it?

I didn't

when you sent me after it.

Oh, but you do now.

You learn real fast, don't you?

That's my money.
All mine.

I spent a year
in prison for that

and I'm gonna get it.

Now, are you gonna
tell me where it is, or...

I don't know where it is!

That's too bad, Yance.

You got out of prison
just one day

too late for the auction.

I remember you, Hardie.

I'll always remember you
for sending me up,

and the next time I see you...

Are you threatening me?

You sent a girl
to do a man's work,

and you're mad because
she couldn't do it right.

But if I catch you
bothering her again,

I'll give you something
you'll remember for a long time.

JIM: Old Bob Dawson
was livin' good, all right.

A nice ranch, nice view.

Things somehow
didn't add up right.

Vivian and the Sundance Kid,
Cleve Yance...

I thought I'd take a little
ride out to the country

and have a talk
with old Bob Dawson.

Get the criminal point of view,
you might say.

BOB: That's far enough, Hardie!

You can stop right there.

What kind of hospitality
is that?

What did you come out here for?

Just wanted to have
a little talk with you

about the suitcase.

Suitcase?
JIM: Yeah.

You know, the one
we were bidding on

at the auction yesterday.

I got it, but the Sundance Kid

got it away from me,

then somebody got it away
for him.

Yeah. Takes a pretty good man.

There's many like that
around anymore.

I could've took him in my day.

Did you?

These young punks,
they don't know

their revolver work.

Takes practice, and they ain't
got time for that.

You know, I'm old
and you might say slow,

but it's the experience
that counts.

Don't let anyone ever
tell you different, Hardie.

Then you did take it.

Even if I had the dang suitcase,

who'd be coming after it?

Cleve Yance.

I don't know about him.

JIM: The prison grapevine
is a powerful thing.

It can keep an old man,

an old retired outlaw,

informed of who's getting out

of prison and when,

and about an old suitcase
that's going through

an auction sale
stuffed with money.

Are you saying
I'm still outlawing?

No.

But you might be
collecting material

for your memoirs.

Hardie, look out!

Dawson?

That was Cleve Yance.

He was after you and me both.

Me for sending him to prison

and because he thought
I might stop him

from getting the suitcase.

You didn't stop me
from getting it, Hardie,

and you ain't taking it from me.

So you get out of here.

I'm giving you a fair warning.

You get out or I'll blast you.

You mean,
after just saving my life?

Get out!

I don't use a gun
unless I have to.

Sundance Kid went for his

and it was either him or me.

It's the same right now
between us, Hardie.

That was a near miss.

Next one won't be.

I'm counting five
and then you get it.

You haven't changed
in 30 years, Dawson.

Two.

Three.

Four...

JIM: I wasn't going
to shoot it out with him.

First place, a holster gun
is no match for a rifle.

Second,

he was too old to shoot at

even if he was famous.

I wondered if he remembered
some of the old tricks

as vividly as he claimed to,

like pretending to break into
the back of a house,

and making a lot of noise
doing it.

I'll take the rifle, Dawson.

Where's the suitcase?

Inside.

Good afternoon.

Is everything intact?

Every last dollar.

You're finally going home.

Yes.

In the future,
maybe it'd be a good idea

if you stayed away
from auctions.

She will be the last
beautiful woman

I'll ever see.

Otherwise,

prison ain't gonna be so bad.

I got lots of friends up there.

We can play cribbage,

talk over old times.

Life could be a lot worse.

Besides,

I'm just gonna keep on
writing my memoir.

You've got
a lot more to write about

than anybody'll ever know, too.