All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive s02e24 A House Divided

Anybody in there?

Just a minute.

Your

name's

Randall, isn't it?

Yeah, why?

They told me to look for a man packing a
gun like that.

So you come to work for Amanda Cole, eh?

Why?

Well, your horse don't look too tired.
Why don't you just keep riding up the

middle of the street, and you'll be out
of town in a couple of minutes.

You the welcoming committee?

No, sir.

I'm just a kind -hearted old man that's
lived for 50 -odd years, and I'd sure

like to see you do the same.

You got a hotel here in town?

The Palmer House, up the street.

Much obliged.

Now, that'll be a dollar a day for the
horse.

And seeing as how things are like they
are, I'd like to have mine in advance.

Quite a town you got here.

Yes. It's kind of on a short fuse.

And some of us figure that you're the
one that's packing the matches.

Well, no grass, just oats, huh?

Yeah.

room, please.

Yes, sir.

Number eight.

And there's a message for you, Mr.
Randall.

Thank you.

What's it say?

Tells you to get out of town.

Know what it's from?

It's not signed.

How long do you plan to stay?

Well, let's know in the morning.

I hope so.

Right upstairs, to the right.

I trust the room was all right, sir.

Fine, just fine.

Mr. Randall, I'm Amanda Cole.

Will you come up, please?

Howdy. Won't you sit down?

Would you like a drink?

You take one.

Mr. Randall, I asked you to come to
Bitter Creek to find a killer.

Here's $500.

And there'll be $500 more when you bring
him in.

Who is this killer?

I don't know.

That's what I want you to find out.

I'm a bounty hunter.

I'm not a detective, you know.

Well, you work for reward money. I don't
see what difference it makes.

Well,

you won't have to tell me something
about it because I'm sure you're not

to work blind.

Well, Mr. Randall, you're the only one I
have to turn to.

Six days ago, a man was killed outside
this saloon.

He was shot in the back.

My father's been named the murderer.

Well, you don't call a man a murderer
without a reason. Why would somebody

to pinpoint your father?

They want to get rid of him.

Who are they?

Cleet Cole and his son, Buff.

Cole.

Relative of yours?

Cleet's my father's half -brother.

Buff has been stirring up the town,
trying to whip up a lynch mob.

If he gets his hands on my father, there
won't be a trial. There'll be a

hanging.

And that's why I called you.

I want you to prove that my father did
not commit that murder.

And I want you to protect him.

Who do you think did it?

Buff Cole.

But I have no proof.

You know where your father is now?

Mm -hmm.

Where?

Mr. Randall, you saw that room
downstairs.

Mm -hmm.

Well, that was done by Buff Cole and his
friends.

They wanted to know where my father is.

Well, I can't do much unless you tell me
where he is.

Well, you haven't told me yet which side
you're on.

I'm here.

Now, that's not enough.

My father's a wanted man.

You're a bounty hunter.

Now, how do I know you won't just take
my money and then turn him in and

the price on his head?

I understand.

And, uh, hope works out for you.

Mr. Randall.

I can't take you to him now, but I'll
meet you downstairs at noon.

Yes, ma 'am.

Can I have some water in one of those
big glasses?

You're a stranger in town, aren't you?

Well, that depends on how long you have
to be in here before you call a citizen.

I've been in town long enough to stable
my horse.

You must be very thirsty, huh?

Well, that's not for me.

I've been on horseback when my dog's
been walking.

That street out front gets kind of
dusty.

Hey, dog.

Come on.

Hey, mister.

Dogs ain't allowed in here.

I don't see any signs.

You heard me tell you, didn't you?

You own this saloon?

I don't have to.

I don't like dogs.

That's your privilege.

Personally, I don't like people that
don't like dogs.

I'll have a whiskey.

I'm looking for a man by the name of
Randall.

Josh Randall.

I've never heard of him.

What are you looking for him for?

Personal reasons.

You got trouble with him?

He don't like dogs.

What's your name?

Jason Nichols?

Jason.

You looking for a job?

Well, I'm not real handy with cows.

Mister, I apologize to your dog.

Now let you and me have a little drink.
Maybe we can do some business, huh?

Where?

Business.

Morning, Josh.

I thought you were supposed to be here
last night.

Yeah, well, I sort of ran into a little
trouble.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Came through that door there like you
expect to find a bear in this room.

I walked through it easy last night.
Almost got my brains beat out.

You know who it was?

Nope.

Well, I sort of got the idea that you're
not the most popular man in this town.

Yeah? Yeah, I walked in the saloon
across the street and asked for you.

And before I knew what was happening,
somebody offered me a job and $50 in

advance. And also another $50 when I
finished the job.

Cue me?

Killing you.

Who?

Buff Cole.

Cole?

What'd you tell him?

I took the money.

Now, that sort of presents a problem.

Well, you wouldn't want me to be
dishonest and not earn the money, would

Who's here now?

Cross Street, I guess.

Meet me at 3 o 'clock, okay?

Randall is leaving the hotel.

It looks as if he's heading for here.

You think after what happened last night
he'd have sense enough to leave town?

You should have killed him, Buff.

I did not think a beating would make him
leave.

Let him stay around town.

He'll find out.

That kid I hired this morning should be
able to take care of him.

What's the matter, Buff?

You cannot do it yourself?

Or perhaps you are afraid he would not
turn his back like Carpenter did, huh?

You like breathing?

Look, do not try to push me.

I am not one of your hired baboons.

I'm going to tell you something,
Frenchie.

You're not one of my hired baboons
because you're too stupid to join them.

You talk too much, Frenchie.

I don't like people with big mouths.

You got a big mouth.

You better get it out of town quick.

Because if I have to look at it anymore,
I'm going to kill you.

Understand?

You have no right to talk to me like
that.

If I tell what I know about you, they
will hang you just like that.

Boys, I want you to listen to me.

Our good friend Frenchy here, he's going
to leave town in about an hour.

Any of you boys see him around after
that, well, you come tell me.

And I'll give you a nice present in
return for his head.

Bar's closed, mister.

Oh. Well, uh, I'm looking for a man
named Buff Cole, you know?

Yeah. It's me.

When he wakes up, you tell him if he
ever tries to work me over

again, I'll kill him.

That's it.

Walk easy. Somebody got here first.

Mr. Cole, who is it?

It's me, Amanda.

I brought someone to help us.

I'm unarmed.

You don't need the gun.

Just want to make sure.

Father, this is Mr. Randall.

How do you do?

How do you do, sir? We won't have a lot
of time, so I'd kind of like to get at

it. You got any idea why they accused
you of killing this Carpenter fellow?

Well, I threatened to shoot Carpenter
once in front of witnesses if he didn't

stay away from my daughter.

I guess that's all Cleet needed to get
rid of me.

What do you have to gain by that?

Money.

I own half interest in the ranch, though
I've never helped run it.

I understood you owned a saloon.

Amanda owns that.

Tell me something.

You afraid of your brother?

You put things very bluntly, Mr.
Randall.

But you're right.

I'm afraid of Cleet.

Although I've denied it to myself all
these years.

No man likes to admit he's a coward.

Well, being afraid of a coward, I've
been a coward many times over.

She tell you what happened at the
saloon?

No. I tore it apart trying to get her to
tell him where you are. And I imagine

it won't be very long until they tear
her apart.

I didn't realize this would happen.

It did.

I'm not a violent man.

My half -brother is.

I've always hated him.

From the time I was old enough to
realize fear is a tangible thing, I've

in terror.

So I sought refuge in knowledge in an
effort to deny my cowardice.

Well, all things come to an end.

That's not an answer, Mr. Coombe.

No, I guess not.

I guess there's just one answer.

What are you going to do?

Kill Cleet.

He's taken just about everything else
from me.

But if he wants my life, he'll have to
collect it in person.

No, Father, they'll kill you.

Cleet killed me many years ago.

Now he'll have a chance to let me live
again.

Aren't you going to do anything?

Yes, ma 'am, I'm going to try.

What am I supposed to do when I get
there?

Stay alone.

What happens when you walk in?

Nothing, I hope.

Jason, you stay close to Buff Cole, hear
me?

I still don't know what's going to
happen.

Neither do I, my friend, neither do I.

But I do know you've got to be there
before I do.

Go ahead.

And I thank you, sir. You're welcome.

Say, what happened to that gunman you
said Amanda hired?

I ran him out of town. That's what
happened.

From the looks of your face, I'd say he
didn't want to go.

Well, he was a little rougher than I
expected.

Sure is a mighty interesting looking
clock you have here, sir.

That's a genuine antique.

I remember my father saying he got it
from some old castle on the Rhine.

Oh, that's a river in Germany.

Was that so?

Well, it sure is mighty interesting.

Next year, I'm planning on sending Buff
to Europe. Do him good to take on a

little culture. Well, you ought to try
to make the trip yourself someday.

Well, I always wanted to, but it's sort
of a long way to swim.

I declare you are a funny man.

I can see now why Buff likes you. He is
a funny man, isn't he, son? Yeah.

Senor Ballard, it has been some time
since you have come here.

Good evening, Poncho. It's nice to see
you again.

And the senorita.

Friend of the family.

A friend is always welcome.

I hope so.

I will tell Senor Creed that you are
here. Don't bother, Poncho.

I'll just walk in. As you wish, senor.

You say what you want to say in there,
him.

You pouring one for me, Cleet?

I imagine you're surprised to see me.

I heard you'd gone to Canada.

Don't tell me you came back to get hung.

No, Cleet, I didn't come back to get
hung.

I came back to kill you. Or Buff.

Or maybe both of you.

I can understand why you'd want to kill
me, but... Why Buff?

He's responsible for this.

He swore I killed Carpenter.

I hadn't heard he was the one who turned
you in.

Ask him.

How about it, Buff?

He's lying.

No, he isn't.

Who are you?

My name's Randall.

I thought you said you ran him out of
town.

Go ahead and draw, Buff.

Because I wouldn't mind shooting you the
way you shot Carpenter.

Who said I shot him?

Frenchie, that bartender you threw out
of town.

I thought you were Buff's friend.

You don't hire a friend, Mr. Cole.

That's $50.

Buffett gave me that to shoot Randall.

Get your horse, Buff, and get out.

I'll give you one day's start.

And I'm going to hand the sheriff $1
,000 and pay for the printing of the

posters on you.

Go on, get out of here, Buff.

I look at you much longer, I'll do the
job myself.

I'm sorry, Bayard.

You gonna let him go?

Yeah.

This bar sure does look good. You gotta
fix real quick. Have some more

champagne. With all the men Cleese sent
over, it didn't take long.

Mr. Cole, you and your brother getting
along all right?

Well, we're not at the same table, but
we're in the same house now.

Jason, I want to ask you something.

Yeah? When I saw you at the hotel last
night, did you know about the bartender?

Yep.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Well, you remember when you wouldn't
tell me what was going to happen out at

coal house?

I figured I'd have a little secret all
my own, too.