All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive s01e20 The Spurs

Thank you.

Vic.

All right, ready.

Who is he?

Just a stranger riding into town.

He never knew what hit him.

Right piece of zero, Mr. Sims.

Seeing as there were no mourners, Mr.
Wilkes, I say it came off tolerable.

Morning.

What can I do for you, mister?

My name's Randall. I'm here looking for
a man.

Are we all?

This one's close.

Well, maybe we better go and sit down.

Sit down.

How about this fella you're after?

I lost him in the Big Hat Mountains.

How long back?

Two days. Trailed him ever since he
killed a kid up in Green River.

A kid?

Is this something personal?

No. Said the kid didn't have a gun.

Nobody in Green River wanted to bother.
I did.

You saw it happen?

No, no, I didn't. I got there later. But
the description they gave me, it was

the same man that robbed that
Butterfield Depot in Yuma.

Also the same man that robbed a bank up
in the Dakotas.

Oh.

What's he look like?

He ought to be worth something.

He is.

$2 ,500.

Like I said, I've never seen him. I get
close enough to hear him once.

Got a description of what kind of a
horse he's riding.

I figure he's got to stop here for food
and water.

You haven't said anything yet.

And you don't sound like you're too
anxious to share the reward.

These all the flyers you got?

I just take care of my own territory.

Maybe that's why he came this far west.

Nobody knows him.

Let's stop playing cat and mouse.

If he kills you, the reward money won't
be any good.

I might be able to help you.

He's riding a dappled gray with a
McClellan saddle. His name is Warsaw.

Dick Warsaw.

Warsaw.

Take a look.

Come on.

Open it up. Take a look.

Receipt for one horse, $25 to Vic
Warsaw.

Victor Warsaw is hereby dishonorably
discharged from the United States

Victor Warsaw, released from Kansas City
State Penitentiary, August 19th. Puts

your man to his teeth, doesn't he?

Yeah.

be able to sell some of this junk to pay
for taking care of him.

Where is he?

We buried him this morning.

Young lady by the name of Lucy Fremont
shot him dead as a doornail last night.

He was trying to molest her.

Where's his horse?

Outside.

You know, mister, it looks like he lost
your bet.

If you hadn't have come by here, nobody
would have known he was worth a plug

nickel.

Sam, line the store.

I'm lining up to Cedar City to get the U
.S. Marshal. U .S. Marshal?

Yeah. Guess who that fellow was. The one
that Miss Lucy shot last night. One of

them three states.

$2 ,500 bounty on him. How do you know?

Tell him, mister.

Tell him how you missed your bounty by
12 hours. All that money for Miss Lucy.

That's his horse?

Uh -huh.

Well, I'll be back in the morning with a
marshal and the money. Give him a big

surprise. Now, Sam, don't you say a word
about this to anybody, you hear? I

won't, Sheriff.

If you're not here when I get back,
thanks for the information.

Those things you have in there, uh... Is
that all he had on him?

Yeah.

You know, for a fellow that stole as
much as he did in his lifetime, he

end up with much, did he?

Two silver dollars and an old watch.

We'll take care of things, Sam. You
hear? Sure, Sheriff.

$2 ,500 for Miss Lucy.

What do you think of that?

I tell you, it's as true as the gospel.
I just heard about it a minute ago.

The sheriff's on the way to get the U
.S. Marshal at Cedar City.

Lord in heaven.

All that money for Miss Lucy.

That's him, Mr. Sims.

That's the fellow who brought the news.

That's a good keeping a secret now,
aren't you?

You kind of got in town a mite late,
didn't you?

It's actually kind of funny, huh?

Or they say, the meek shall inherit the
earth.

This woman who did the shooting, who was
she? Miss Lucy?

Well, I'd say she was as poor as a
church mouse.

That is, until ten minutes ago.

And pretty as a picture.

She's a seamstress.

She sews for just about everybody in
town.

Even a shroud now and then when I need
one.

Why is it she carries a gun?

Compliments of Sheriff Wilkes.

Seems she was accosted once before.

Sheriff insisted that she protect
herself.

Gave her a derringer.

Well, I guess the only thing she's got
to worry about now is not to marry the

first man who comes along, huh?

If what you're saying is that you need
someone eligible, I agree with you.

Yes, indeed, I certainly do agree with
you.

Well, no hurry. The money's not here
yet.

What are you trying to say?

Well, this man you buried, did he have
any of the clothes on him at all, except

it was in that package?

Are you implying that I took something
for myself?

No, I'm just asking a question.

What you saw in that bundle is all that
man owned.

Except for his horse and his saddle. And
what we buried with him.

And what was that?

We sponged off his clothes to make him
look as neat as possible.

Shirt, pants, coat, socks.

Socks had holes in them.

Nothing else?

As sure as I'm standing here.

Then you didn't bury Vic Warsaw, mister?

Wait a minute.

What are you talking about?

And it's coming for you in the morning,
Miss Lucy. All that money. What do you

think of that?

Well, I can't believe it. I honestly
truly can't believe it. That's the man,

Miss Lucy.

That's the man.

Hello.

My name is Josh Randall. I wonder if I
could speak to you for a moment.

Why, certainly, Mr. Randall.

Come in.

Now, take care of yourself, Miss Lucy.
Don't you be telling this lady something

that's not true.

What's not true, Mr. Sims?

He's saying that we buried the wrong
man.

That you didn't shoot Vic Warsaw.

Sit down, Mr. Randall.

What proof do you have that you didn't
kill Warsaw?

We've got his papers, and the deputy
told me that you identified his horse

his saddle.

I'm asking you a question, mister.

I believe I was talking to the lady.

Now you look here... It's all right, Mr.
Sims.

This is my house, Mr.

Randolph. I'm sorry about this, but this
man you shot last night, what did he

look like?

Well, I don't know. It was dark.

With all due respect, you must have
gotten a look at him.

But I tell you, it was dark.

What makes you think it wasn't Warsaw?

If it's all right with you, I'd rather
not say it's liable to put the lady in

jeopardy, hmm?

You're very kind.

Well, I'll be speaking to the sheriff in
the morning when he gets back.

Mr. Randolph.

Just where do you think this man more so
is?

I don't know.

Well, you better come up with a good
story, mister.

That's all I can say.

Good day, Miss Lucy.

And here have my sympathies.

You're a very handsome woman and brave.

I must say that.

Thank you, Mr. Randall. Thank you
kindly.

Goodbye now.

Well, say something.

How did this thing go wrong?

How did he figure you're still alive?

What are you worried about?

The sheriff won't be back till morning.

We still have 12 hours.

Now, who do you think they're going to
believe?

You or a dead man?

Kind of quiet, isn't it?

You sure started something, didn't you,
mister?

I haven't done anything.

Just waiting for the sheriff.

That ain't the reason.

If this Warsaw fella ain't dead, then
why ain't you out there trailing him?

Well, because I don't figure he ever
left town.

Well, you just answered your first
question about everything being so

Nobody else does either.

Of course, we don't know whether you're
right or wrong, but we ain't a town that

hankers with gunmen.

If there's one in Lordsville, we're
staying in our houses till he gets out.

gets shot.

Now I'm going home, too.

What you up to, Roy?

I'm closing up, that's what.

You see any business?

The bar's closed.

I was just over to Miss Lucy's house to
see if everything was all right.

She asked me to give you this. Much
obliged.

Oh, she just says that she doesn't hold
anything against me.

You

sure

act high and mighty around here, Pete.

What you so sore about, Sam?

Is he beating your time?

Let's get out of here.

each other. What do I care?

Vic? Vic?

Mr. Randall.

Oh, good evening. You look a little
surprised.

What are you talking about?

Your friend missed me, and I missed your
friend. Then I think you'll be back.

I've got a good money call for help. I
bet you do. You write a very convincing

letter, lady. But you should have been
calling for Vic when I showed up.

You think I do this for the money, don't
you?

Well, it's not true.

It was either your life or mine. I
wouldn't argue that.

Now, listen to me.

You had Vic crowded.

He had to get you off his back.

That's why he came here to Lordsville.

Because he knew he could force me to
help him. You're breaking my heart.

you're not being fair.

I haven't been free of Vic Warsaw since
the first day I got involved with him.

I've tried to get free.

I've lied to him. I've run away from
him.

But he always finds me.

Worth looking for. Now, don't toy with
me, Mr. Randall.

If I have to go to jail for what I've
done, at least it's with the conscience

did it to save my life.

You're a man. You can use a gun.

I'm a woman.

It's a nice speech.

And I'm sure the judge will use it in
your favor.

See, tell me, did you really shoot that
man they buried this morning?

No. Vic shot him.

He counted on you being fooled and
giving up the chase.

Why weren't you fooled, Mr. Randall?

Let's stick to your story, hmm?

I've said everything there is to say.

If you knew Vic was in town, why'd you
come here now?

Well, I figured if you weren't mixed up
in it, he'd be back.

You shouldn't stay here, Mr.

Randall, and take a chance on getting
killed.

I liked you from the first moment I saw
you, Mr. Randall.

Perhaps it's forward of me to say, but
you're the kind of man I always hoped

would come along and never did.

Things were different. You and I could
have quite a life together.

Like I said before, you're a very
handsome woman.

I'll take you to him.

I know where he is.

All right.

Let's get started.

He said he'd hide in the dress shop if
anything went wrong.

I was to contact him there.

This morning we were waiting for him up
in that porch.

He could have changed his mind, that's
what I was trying to say.

In other words, he could be anywhere in
town.

He could.

Except he won't fire at you while I'm by
your side.

And when I see him, I'll nod and you gun
him down quick.

Don't give him a chance to shoot, Mr.
Randall.

See, you and I make a real nice pair.

It's all right.

Come on.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

You lead him, ma 'am.

There he is.

All right, Warsaw, drop the gun.

For what it's worth, I wouldn't have had
to kill him if he hadn't tried to set

me up.

I picked the wrong man, didn't I?

Maybe you and I could have had a life
together.

We might have met somewhere.

You would have actually killed him in
the first place.

How'd you know I hadn't?

You forgot these.

Or maybe you both figured they buried
men with their spurs on.

I

got

your money for you.

Very handsome woman.

Yeah, a man could have a good life with
her.

Yeah, if he lived that long.

I'll see you in a minute.