All language subtitles for wanted_dead_or_alive_s02e17_mental_lapse

That's what I'm trying to find out.

You don't know, do you?

See, I'm trying to discover who I am.

No, I'm called O .M.

because those were the initials in my
clothing when they found me.

It was the only identification that I
had.

I don't have any idea what they stand
for.

You don't seem to understand, Mr...
Randall.

Mr. Randall, I don't have any idea about
anything.

The doctor that I saw called it amnesia.

That's a loss of memory.

I don't know who I am. I don't know
where I come from.

I only know that the people who found me
half dead beside the trail took me with

them, and when they thought I was going
to die, they dropped me off at a

doctor's at Prescott.

What did you do then?

As soon as I was able, I started going
around asking people if they knew me.

Nobody did.

I got worried then, so I started
stopping people on the street, in

restaurants.

Didn't do any good.

I was lost.

I was completely lost.

What did the doctor tell you to do about
this?

Amnesia.

Nothing to do, except wait, hope.

I got me a job.

I started saving all my money.

A few weeks ago, I had these posters
made up.

I started taking them around. This is
the fifth town that I've been in.

I figured that someone who'd known me
might see one and get in touch.

I must have gone.

Let's go.

What do you mean?

You mean you'll help me?

Yeah, I'll give you that $500.

Let's start with the sheriff.

When you're in this part of the country,
they might have word out about you

being missing.

You ever been to Dade City? Where?

Dade City.

Where is it, you know? About a half a
day south.

What's happened here?

This fellow took a shot at me.

I shot back.

That's how it happened, all right,
Sheriff. I saw it. Looked like he was

to bushwhack him.

What's your name?

Randall. His name's Fuller, you know
him?

No. I don't know you either.

You new around here?

Uh -huh.

Planning on staying?

Nope. Fine. Get moving.

Yes, sir.

Give me a hand here.

You know, this city doesn't mean
anything to you.

Huh? Oh, I'm sorry.

Think about it. That's where we're
going.

moon of it there, I believe.

Yeah, whatever you say.

Pete, I'll go ahead and take the horse
as long as you start building a fire.

All right.

You all right?

I just tripped.

I'm all right.

I'll get that fire started.

You don't want some more coffee?

No, thanks.

How about this fellow, Puller?

Are you sure you don't recognize his
name?

No.

Maybe when we get to date, I will.

Kind of think about that, if I were you.

What do you mean?

Well, suppose we find out about you, who
you are, where you're from. You might

not like it.

Look, let's face it.

The puller did recognize you.

He tried to kill you.

Part of that.

See, I haven't any choice. I've got to
find out.

Do you have any idea what it's like not
knowing?

I keep remembering things, little
things, out of the past.

Amnesia's like that.

I remember a face or a name or a
photograph.

Sometimes the inside of a room.

Places and things I seem to recognize,
but I can't remember.

There's another reason I've got to find
the answer, too.

I have a feeling that there was
something that I had to do.

Something terribly important.

I've got to find out what it was.

Pretty good at that.

At what?

Here, let's see it.

Suppose you could have done this for a
living?

Not that I know of.

That's a pretty professional job.

You might have worked with leather
before.

I tell you, I don't remember.

I suppose I did fix boots.

Sometimes, somewhere, but it doesn't
help.

Tell me something.

When you have amnesia like this, what
would happen if you met somebody you

before?

There's no way of knowing.

I might know them, I might not.

Sometimes, though, just a little thing
will bring your memory back, like a song

or a photograph or a name.

That's the trouble, though.

Nobody knows what causes it. Nobody
knows.

What cures it?

I'm sure of one thing, though.

I'm going to keep looking until I find
the thing that does it for me.

When you find it, I sure hope it's what
you want.

Well, anything look familiar to you?

Sorry.

Well, there's a hotel down the street
there. We'd better get a room and bunk

the night.

Cool.

Good afternoon.

Two rooms for the night, please.

I certainly, sir.

Of course.

Will you please sign the register?

And... Excuse me for a moment.

Come on, let's go.

Why?

I don't know. It just doesn't feel
right. Come on.

That's him, Sheriff. The one on the
right.

I remember him. He signed in here with
his friend that night.

I've been here before?

Just once, Mr. McDonald.

The night you killed your partner, Garth
Clymer.

Take the gun.

I know the name. That's all.

Well, not going to give us much to go
on.

Unless I can find out about Puller.

You've done your job and I'll pay you.

I know who I am now.

I know I'm a murderer.

You remember killing anybody?

They say I did. I don't know.

All right, Randall.

Seems to me...

If you killed a man, you'd remember.

I'll be back.

Sorry to hold you like that, Randall,
but I had to check, if you understand.

Yeah. Listen, you sure that's his name
now?

McDonald?

That's his name.

At least that's the name he signed at
the hotel when he came in last year.

Any idea where he's from?

Nobody knew.

Him and his partner rode in, stowed
their gear at the hotel, and went over

the Silver Indian to do some gambling.

The way I got it later, they both did
pretty well.

Left the place with a couple of thousand
between them.

Next day, we found Clymer in an alley.

McDonald gone, so is the money.

We put it down as murder.

Got out a poster on McDonald, but never
heard anything.

A man named Puller?

Puller?

Yeah, it seems to me there was a nut
puller on here for a time. Why?

You know what he did for a living?

Can't say for sure. Punch cattle, I
guess.

Oh, wait a minute. I did hear he worked
some for Blade Thompson over at the

Silver Indian.

Silver Indian?

Yeah.

Oh, say, you know where I thought I'd
get something to eat?

No, that isn't poison.

Maggie's not as bad as some across the
street.

Let's do it.

I don't know anybody by that name.

I'll raise you a hundred.

A hundred and... Well, I'll call.

I filled my flush.

Oh, wait.

You got a full house.

And I just bought a couple of queens.

That's the third pot in a row you won.
I've never seen you so lucky.

This must be a big night.

Maybe I better not press my luck too
far.

I guess I better call it a night.

Well, thanks.

Tell me something.

Quit when you're so hot.

You're new in town.

Yeah.

Well, I ain't saying anything I
understand, but some folks claim it's

healthy to be too lucky in that place.

Maybe if you want too much money in
here, you might not get out with your

winning. Well, I don't exactly say that,
but I...

No, sir.

I didn't say anything like that.

Good night.

Your name Randall? Uh -huh. Blade
Thompson. I own the Silver Indian.

I understand you were looking for Nat
Puller a while ago.

Yeah. It's very interesting.

I was wondering where he is myself.

Work for you?

No, just a friend.

What a friend of yours tried to shoot me
and a man named McDonald over a

mesquite yesterday.

I killed him.

I see.

I don't suppose you knew you were
protecting a murderer.

No, I didn't. But I understand
McDonald's getting his memory back.

didn't do the murder.

And knows who did.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Thompson.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

There's been enough killing already.

What are you talking about?

Garden clamber.

Now get down off that boat.

Don't shoot.

I didn't kill anybody. It was Mayo and
Puller.

Take a gun out real easy and lay it on
the ground.

I won a lot of money that night playing
cards.

When they left, you sent two of your men
after them. They nailed Clymer and you

thought they killed McDonald.

Right?

That's far enough.

McDonald said only Mayo and Puller. I'm
clear.

Let me go. I'll make it worth your
while.

Yeah.

Late for that.

You can see how it looked to us.

Your friend dead, you gone.

Sure.

Anyway, you're clean now.

Right back where I started.

Thought that when we found out who tried
to kill me, we'd know the rest of it.

Now we know what happened. We're not one
step closer to who I am.

What do you want to do now?

Like I said, keep looking.

Oh, by the way, Climber's belongings.

We didn't know where to send him, but
since you're his friend, maybe you'd

to take him with you.

I wouldn't know where to take... That
belt.

It's God's.

I remember.

It's all kind of fuzzy, but it's there,
and it's coming back, all of it.

I don't know why, but when I saw God's
belt, suddenly I knew.

I made this for him in my shop.

And I gave it to him just before we
started out here.

The Preston Farm is near here, isn't it?
Little Preston's place? Yes.

About three miles south of here. Little
place near the creek crossing. You can't

miss it. That's it.

You want to come with me?

I reckon.

I've never been here before.

Yes, can I?

Oh.

It's me, Leo.

Those posters, they said... Yes, I know.

It's going to be all right.

This is my friend, Josh Randall.

We'll tell you all about it.

I met Lilith just a little over a year
ago in Philadelphia.

She was back there visiting her
relatives.

Cream of sugar, Mr. Randall? No, ma 'am.

We fell in love, and I decided to come
out here and live.

Owen's family was very much against it.

You see, I'd been married before.

The worldly widow from the West sort of
thing.

I stayed behind to settle up my business
affairs, sell my leather craft shop.

Then a friend of mine, Gart Clymer, and
I headed West.

We almost made it.

Well, when you find out what happened,
try and get in touch with the

authorities? No.

Well, I knew Olin was innocent.

I thought, well, perhaps he returned to
the East.

And if they didn't know where he was, I
wasn't going to tell them.

Mr. Arnold, Mr. Phillips?

No.

Probably be a pretty good idea, though.

Josh, I'll never be able to thank you
enough, but... Here's what I promised

at least.

See you in church.