All language subtitles for wanted_dead_or_alive_s01e17_drop_to_drink

Mailman's coming.

Why do you want to kill men when there's
no need to?

You close his eyes, you close his mouth.

That's right.

I'm Randall. Oh, glad to meet you, Mr.
Randall. This is Sam Jarvis, one of our

riders from up north. Hello, Jarvis.

Well, it didn't take you long to get
here. Soon you go after a man on the

soon you get home.

This man might not be on the run.

Another one of our riders was killed
last Monday. This telegram arrived just

before you did.

And the mailbox was stolen.

He's the same man who killed the other
men?

Might be.

Along the same stretch of trail.

Here, I'll show you.

You see, the trail runs north from
Tucson to Flagstaff.

There's a mail stop a little over
halfway here at Tipton.

Binding town.

Both men were killed in that rocky area
just south of Tipton. Did you get a

description of the thief?

No, nothing.

Nobody's seen him.

Didn't even hear a shot.

Well, there must be some trail signs
here, something.

Yeah.

Footprints, plenty of them.

Men, mules, and moccasins.

But both holdups took place on the main
trail.

And nobody can make anything out of
signs like that.

You haven't got much to work on. That's
why we're willing to pay you to do the

job, Raymond.

Let me show you something. Excuse me.

This package contains a 15 -carat
diamond worth $20 ,000.

You can see that it's addressed to Rufus
Teller, Tipton, Arizona.

Teller's a crazy mind that's struck it
rich.

The old fools have been drinking and
bragging all over town that this ring's

coming. We think his loose talk cost our
writer his life.

You see, this was supposed to go out on
last week's trip, and it got delayed.

I wired Denver to have Sam come down and
deliver it on next week's run.

I want you to patrol the trail ahead of
him.

Our company is willing to pay $1 ,000
for that mail robber, dead or alive.

I might as well tell you, Randall, I
think it's a waste of money.

I never needed a bounty hunter yet to
help me deliver mail.

You got anything special against bounty
hunters?

I've never met one you could trust from
here to Sunday.

Well, then maybe we'd better start over.

I'm Josh Randall.

A stranger on the trail.

Can't have cut down carbine on his belt.

A bounty hunter.

What's his name?

Randall.

He's probably scouting ahead for the
rider.

So maybe we ought to fix it so the
mailman can take the wrong fork.

Here he comes.

What's he stopping for?

He's checking his bearings.

There goes your diamond. Turn him back.

No, I'm not.

Don't move up on them. I'll keep them
pinned down.

Get some water.

There ought to be a canteen on his
horse.

Not a gunshot.

Halfway up the mountain.

I'll take that canteen and go after him.

No, Frank, let him go.

Bring the mule and get me out of here.

Where to, Tipton?

It's the only place we can make without
more water. Frank, you gotta go back to

the fort. Change those trail signs back.

I'm not going anywhere without that
diamond.

You're not going after it without water
either. You can't live on that mountain.

I'm keeping that canteen here.

Throw your gun over, Frank.

I thought we were partners.

There's only water for one.

I can't ride for more. You can.

You take the cut off at the forks, and
you ought to be back to town before

anybody knows that rider's lost.

You load up on water and get back here.

One question.

What's to bring me back?

The diamond.

We're going to spot the canteen on a
rock.

When that rider gets thirsty, he'll come
down for the water, and I'll finish

him.

I don't like it, Dixon. Not at all.

You don't have to like it.

Now get on that mule or I'll kill you.

Give me one drink for the road.

Sorry, Frank.

You'll ride faster thirsty.

Now keep going.

Find the express rider. What happened?
Where's the mail?

I'm afraid the mail won't be coming in
tonight, folks.

The express rider left his last relay
station on time.

I covered the whole trail.

Most of it twice.

He's just not out there.

The horse, the mail, and the rider.

They just disappeared.

Now, you listen here, Randall.

My diamond ring was in that mail pouch.

Worth $20 ,000.

Well, now, I've heard that, Teller. And
the way you've been talking, so has

everybody else within 50 miles,
including the mail thief.

But the Continental Express guaranteed
delivery.

If you hired out to them, what are you
doing here in town?

Because it's got to be reported to the
law.

That's why.

Well, that thieving mail carrier gets a
50 -mile start.

You accusing Sam Jarvis of running off
with your diamond? I never knew a horse

or rider to just disappear off a main
trail.

Unless it was on purpose.

Now you listen.

Wherever your diamond is, Sam Jarvis is
either protecting it or he's dead.

mean to tell me you ain't going to hit
up a posse?

Mr. Randall's getting paid to find that
mail pouch. I'm paid to police the town.

My budget don't include deputies.

Then I'll find somebody to ride out with
you, Randall.

If I have to pay him myself.

I'm leader of the gospel wagon train.
We're camp five and a half miles out at

Sunday Springs.

I'd like to have a little talk with you,
if I may.

I'm glad to know you, Elder.

I'd like to have that talk, but I've got
a lot to do right now. Please listen.

It'll only take a moment.

And that stolen mail pouch is something
a great deal more precious to us than

diamonds.

You see, my congregation has crossed
this wild country to settle at Sunday

Springs. We're building a church, and
our bishop has sent us holy water from

River Jordan to dedicate it.

The flask containing that consecrated
water was entrusted to the Express

Company. And it was due on this run?

Yes, it was.

You see, we had a telegram.

May God have mercy on that thief, Mr.
Randall.

And may he grant you the will and the
strength to bring that consecrated water

home to us.

Elder, I'll do what I can.

Randall, I found your man for you.

This is Frank Parrish.

The smartest mountain goat in these
mountains.

Next to me, that is. He's going to ride
with you as my personal representative

to see that you don't disappear along
with my diamond and that male rider.

You know this man, sir?

Sure, everybody knows Frank Parrish.

He's been prospecting this territory
since the Apache days.

Why, he knows every trail and ledge.

Since I'm too lame to go with you,
Randall, Frank is the best guide you can

If you want to ride along, I got no call
to stop you.

I'm leaving in a half hour.

Fine, I'll be ready.

Beats me, Josh.

No sign for the whole 30 miles between
town and the relay station.

You say this is the only side trail
there is?

That's right.

Buzzards.

They're waiting for something to die.

Come on out. There's two of us here.

Come on out with your hands up.

Sorry to do that, old friend.

That'll teach you to pull a gun on your
partner.

Now, where's that diamond?

Hey, Frank?

Come here.

Footprint's leading from that dead
express horse right on up here to this

pitch. I know in Jarvis. I figure maybe
he took that mail pouch on up there with

him.

Pretty steep climb. We can't use the
horses.

Oh, no, no, no. We'll climb off down
here. Listen, you better leave that

here.

Why? Well, it weighs about 15 pounds. If
Jarvis is injured, we're gonna have to

pack him down off that mountain.

That extra weight won't come in handy.

You're taking your gun.

I've dragged this piece up pretty steep
trails. I don't feel real dressed

without it.

He's been wounded.

Couldn't get very far.

Jarvis?

Hey, the mill pot.

She hung on to it.

Yeah, you remember that too.

Your friend Teller called him a thief.

When you get back to town, you tell him
how Jarvis died.

I'll tell him.

What about the diamonds?

I'm looking.

Rufus Teller, Tipton, Arizona, from
Jackson Company, jeweler, St. Louis.

$20 ,000, wrapped up in a little paper
box.

Let's see it.

That ring was given to the express
company, sealed up, and that's exactly

we're going to give it back to Rufus
Teller.

I think we'd better bury Jarvis and ride
on back to Tipton.

you

while I still got some water left.

Water?

You've got water?

About enough to get me back to town.

Randall... I'm burning up.

Is it just worth swallow?

Well, what's it worth to you, Frank?

For a drop to drink?

You trade $20 ,000?

He done it! He done it! That Josh
Randall done it! He done brought back...

diamond. Ah, look at her.

By Jiminy Peters, ain't she a beauty?

The Lord heard our prayers and brought
you safely home, Mr. Randall.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Where is the water?

Well, it's right over here, Leroy.

What's left of it?

It's been opened. There are only a few
drops left.

Yeah, well, you see, sir, I was...

I'm John Baskin, inspector for
Continental Express Company from Tucson.

You, uh... You say that you and your
congregation were praying for Mr.

Well, of course, but we... Well, and I
reckon the good Lord was listening.

You see, that robber left Mr. Randall
out of the mountain to die of thirst.

He found your flask in the mail pouch.

Saved his life.

Yes, that's real miracle water, Elder
Boone.

Sent by God's mercy to save lives.

Now those last few drops will doubly
consecrate our church.

Mr. Randall, how can we ever... Mr.
Randall?

He figures he's the one who should be
thanking you.

He asked me to give you this.

It's a bank draft for $1 ,000.

Randall's reward for bringing him that
benefit. Well, why? He risked his life.

Surely that's enough. Well, he just
didn't think he'd enjoy spending it.

You see, if it hadn't been for that
Jordan Water of yours, he wouldn't have

here to collect it.