All language subtitles for maverick_s04e19_dutchmans_gold

In the Arizona desert stands a giant of
earth and

stone, mighty superstition mountain,
with its mystery and

its gold.

A miner out prospecting found his
fortune and his fame.

Found the gold of the superstition.

Just plain Dutchman was his name.

Pretty soon you'll have hay and water
for you and whiskey for me.

Whiskey and poker.

Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Howdy, stranger. Welcome to the
Bluebell.

Thank you.

It's always a pleasure to patronize a
high -class saloon.

Are you being sarcastic?

A little.

Where is the spacious gambling palace?

Right over there.

One poker table?

One poker table.

Very, very spacious.

I take it you're Charlotte Simmons?

Resident manager and a half -owner.

Who are you?

Bo Maverick, owner of the other half.

What are you talking about?

While your former partner was
vacationing in Phoenix, he and I got

game. He lost.

Lenny usually does.

He persuaded me to tear up his IOUs in
return for his interest in the Blue

Not a very bright move on my part, I'm
thinking.

Actually, I think you made a good deal.

This place is...

Always a little slow at this time.

But at night, you have to fight your way
through the crowds.

That sounds encouraging.

How about a drink to our future
prosperity, partner?

Sounds good.

Partner.

Charlie?

Charlie!

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

Hungry? Yes, now you mention it. Help
yourself to whatever you want. Thanks.

Charlie, this is Mr. Maverick. He's
taken over Lenny Burns' interest in the

Bluebell.

Charlie.

Get out that bottle of special blonde,
Charlie.

Actually, Lenny and I made an awful lot
of money in this place.

The truth is, we should have even done
better.

The problem was divided ownership.

Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble.

I guess it's always that way with
partners.

You feel that a single owner running
this place without any interference from

partner could make a fortune?

Right on the button.

You have a very keen financial brain,
Mr. Maverick.

Very keen.

Thank you.

And as we seem to understand each other
so well, I have a proposition to make to

you, Miss Simmons.

Go ahead.

How would you like to buy out... My
interest in the blue love.

Well, uh... You see, what I had in mind
was that you

buy me a house.

Oh, well, I wouldn't deprive you of the
income from this high -class saloon and

spacious gambling palace.

In other words, you haven't believed one
word I've said.

Not a syllable.

Then why did you let me go on like that?

Because you're so pretty when you're
lying.

Miss Charlotte, the delivery man's here
with the beer, but I ain't got no money

in the till to pay him.

Well, I'm flat broke, too.

I guess that leaves it up to you,
partner.

Well, partner, if this doesn't cover it,
we're in real trouble.

Because that is the entire maverick
fortune.

Want something, Pop?

You will tell me where his livery
stable.

We will?

Yeah.

Okay. Keep going down the street.

Last building on the right is the one
you want.

about having a drink with me, Charlotte.

Later on, Sandy.

Well, that's what you always say.

How much later on?

When you've grown up, say in about five
years.

Maybe I'm not quite as wet behind the
ears as you seem to think.

Tell your kid brother to let loose of my
wrist.

Oh, well, he's pretty near full grown,
Charlotte. You can't expect me to make

him mine. In a high -class saloon like
this, friend, we always treat ladies

respect. Now take your hand off Miss
Simmons.

I was having a little fun is all.

So, you've had it.

Now pick up your marbles and run along,
Sonny.

Come on.

Who are they?

Trip brothers.

Vern and Sandy.

They're saddle tramps.

I must say, you cater to a choice
clientele. I'd swear I'd seen at least

these faces on wanted posters.

Well, if business gets any worse, you
can always take up bounty hunting.

No, thanks. I'm more the easygoing
panelist type.

However, if I weren't, I might do
something about that character over

The senor?

What's wrong with him?

You don't know who he is?

Well, around here we don't ask names.

We just call him the senor and let it go
at that.

He's very polite.

He's one of the few cash customers we
got.

I like his music.

Well, that polite gentleman happens to
be Ricardo Padilla.

Probably the most dangerous bandit ever
to cross the border.

Him?

It

doesn't

bother you he's a killer?

Not as long as his cash holds out.

Fill it up again, Charlie.

You!

I ask you, where is livery stable?

Why you send me to barber shop?

Well, we figure a shave and a haircut
wouldn't do you no harm at all, pal.

You make joke with Dutchman?

Ja, we make joke.

Good!

Do something.

All right, now, cut it out, you two.
Leave the old man alone.

Someone asked you to butt in.

Whoa, Pop.

Enough is enough.

Undo.

Undo.

No more thanks.

Me and my brother like a good fight, but
the way I see it, this ain't been such

a good one.

So how about we have a drink instead,
huh?

Give Pop whatever he wants and put it on
our table.

No more credit for you two.

You're into me for nearly $7 already.

I buy drinks for everybody.

Hold on, Charlie.

I'll have to see the color of your money
first.

It's yellow, my money.

Pure and yellow.

He can have whatever he wants.

Drinks for everybody on the bottle for
me.

Nuggets the size of my thumb.

See what you can do.

Excuse me.

I'm part owner here, also house dealer,
in case you're interested in the game of

poker. The Dutchman is interested.

Step this way to our spacious gambling
palace.

Tell me, are you by any chance the
famous Dutchman?

Famous? What is this famous?

Oh, I've heard stories about you. That
you have a secret gold mine somewhere.

Oh? Well, people say that every so often
you pop up in town, go on a spree until

you're broke again. People say lots of
things.

You mind telling me if the stories about
the gold mine are true? Yeah, I mind.

We play poker now.

I was only asking. I don't like people
who ask questions.

Bartender, more drinks for everybody,
but not for him.

Stick back to Zen, all right?

Put him down for it.

The Dutchman was a gambler and the party
was his fun.

But he kept his precious secret, never
trusting anyone.

Of his whiskey he gave freely when
betting he was

bold. Knowing mighty superstition held
lots of yellow.

Must be over a thousand.

$1 ,123 to be exact.

You settle for half my nuggets?

That ought to cover it. What do you say,
partner?

Sure.

Death, touch the gold.

There's a curse on it.

Do you think you're going to talk us out
of our legal winnings with a Halloween

story like that?

The gold is yours.

But you would do well to wear gloves.

Until the curse is burnt out with fire.

What's he talking about?

I think he means once the gold is melted
down, the curse doesn't hold anymore.

Right?

You believe this nonsense?

Of course not.

You can touch it with your bare hand if
you want. You, I don't like.

You a coward or something?

Yeah. Well, here's one guy that hasn't
got a streak down his back.

You did a very foolish thing, my boy.

A very foolish thing.

Well, I'm alive, ain't I?

Lightning didn't strike. The roof didn't
fall in on me.

Where do you want me to put it, honey?

In the safe. I'll open it.

One moment, please.

You will remain where you are.

You are a legend, senor.

I've heard many tales of your secret
gold mine.

So?

No doubt you have a map of where it is
located.

Oh, but I've heard it's on the other
side of Apache territory in wild,

country.

Up here is map.

It seems unlikely that you would keep no
record of directions.

Where there are no trails, even an
Indian can get lost.

The Dutchman said no map.

Now

you

will proceed to draw me a map, huh?

Don't do it, Dutchman.

Your advice is ill -timed, amigo.

Is it?

You give him the map and you're as good
as dead.

He'll have to kill you to make sure you
never go back to the mine again.

On the other hand, if he doesn't do as I
say, I will shoot him without any

conversation. But on the third hand, the
Dutchman is the only one who knows

where that mine is.

Kill him and you'll never find it.

You talk good sense.

I don't like you, but you talk good
sense.

Put the nuggets back in the bag, senor.

Gracias. You better watch out.

This gold has a curse on it.

I've heard all about the Apache curse. I
will respect it. To me, I don't believe

in it at all.

Drop the gun.

In English.

But they do not understand English,
amigo.

It was so young to die.

They gave us no choice.

But why?

Poor thing to do, taking on Padilla's
gang all by himself.

The fool thing he did was to touch the
gold. From that moment, he was doomed.

What did you do? Buy out the general
store?

Just about.

I'm grub -staking the Dutchman.

I thought he didn't like you.

I don't.

It's a business arrangement.

You better go back to the rest of the
stuff, huh?

May I ask where you got the money to buy
all that?

Well, as a matter of fact, I sort of
charged it to the saloon's account.

Well, you go right on back and uncharge
it. Do you have any idea how much we owe

already? Matter of fact, I went over the
books this morning.

And that's exactly why I am grub
-staking the Dutchman. You see, half the

he brings back will be ours.

That ought to be enough to put the
bluebell on its feet.

What makes you so sure that he'll come
back?

What's to keep him from never showing up
here again?

I don't trust him any more than you do.

That's why I'm going with him.

You're going?

So, you see, you have nothing to worry
about.

Pardon?

Well, I have one thing to worry about,
partner.

How do I know you'll come back with my
share?

You'll just have to trust me.

I don't trust anybody.

Especially winning poker players.

But there's no other way.

Oh, yes, there is.

I'm going.

Apache country is no place for a woman.
I won't hear of it. You just did.

I said I'm going along.

And that's that, partner.

How much longer do we ride?

As long as there is light.

What's wrong?

A thought I just had.

Huh? Now that we've bought him a horse
and everything else he needs, what's to

prevent him from sneaking off in the
middle of the night?

Oh, he's too smart for that.

The Dutchman has it figured that the Dia
is following us.

The Señor on our trail?

Are you sure?

Couldn't be more certain. Explain it to
her, Dutchman.

You do it.

All right.

Didn't it surprise you that a big -time
bandit like Padilla stooped to a saloon

hold -up?

Why, yes.

He even went through the Dutchman's
pockets for all his small change.

And on top of that, he stole the
saddlebags from his mule.

Why?

I thought he was looking for a map.

No, he wanted to make sure the Dutchman
had nothing left. Absolutely nothing.

Right?

With the Dutchman broke, there's only
one thing for him to do. Make another

to his secret gold mine.

Padilla plans to follow and then take
over.

It's as simple as that.

I see.

Now, you were as smart as the Dutchman
here.

You knew the Padilla was following you.
Wouldn't you want two friends along just

in case of attack?

I sure would.

Especially if one of them was a good
shot like me.

And the other was a first -rate trigger
man like you.

Exactly.

And that's why we're in no danger of the
Dutchman sneaking off while we're

asleep.

Amigo. Me iba a matar.

¿Por qué?

Solo puede preguntar.

My friend wishes to know why you tried
to kill him.

Because he's the one that shot down my
brother.

It's true, he did.

But only in the course of business.

Business. Sí, business.

We are bandits, but we work hard for a
profit just as any tradesman.

When Ramon shot your brother, it was not
out of hatred, but only because it was

his professional duty.

You make it sound like a storekeeper
counting how it changed.

It is a similarity.

In both cases, very little emotion is
involved.

I told my friend to quiet the horses.

We will continue our discussion now,
huh?

If you're going to kill me, why don't
you get it over with?

Kill you?

Why should I destroy someone of
potential value to me?

That would be very bad business.

I don't know what you mean, potential
value.

Simply stated, it is this.

You can be of help to me in my present
undertaking, present job, if you prefer.

I don't know what you're up to, but I
don't want no part of it.

Even if there are enormous profits in
which you will share?

No.

Gold, amigo.

Gold such as you have never dreamed of.

Gold enough for a king.

There ain't enough money in the world to
make me throw in with my brother's

murderer.

Ramon shot your brother, not I.

If Ramon's presence disturbs you...

Hold it.

Oh, you.

Any objections?

We were expecting someone else.

The senor?

He won't bother you anymore.

In fact, senor Padilla won't never
bother anyone else again.

That's the senor's gun, all right.

You killed him?

Him and his friend both.

I caught up with him last night.

Tried to talk me into thrown in with
him. So I played along for a while then

minute his back was turned In the back

Did they give my brother any kind of a
chance Why you follow us?

Why you not turn back when you kill him?

because of that

Apaches. Yeah, a war party.

Couldn't go back to town without riding
right into them.

You'd better stick with us.

No, already too many. Use your head,
Dutchman.

We may need every gun we can get.

Which way, Dutchman? Follow me.

Amigo!

Amigo!

Amigo! You have any trouble following
us?

You leave a very plain trail, amigo.

I will follow it straight to the gold
mine.

And then we will take charge.

You and I.

I'm worried about the Dutchman.

I figured he'd have snuck off by himself
long ago.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the
Apaches.

Then I shall see to it that the Apaches
continue to concern him.

And then you must rest.

Another long day is coming up.

You know something, Dutchman?

You and Neil have been together so long,
you're beginning to look like each

other.

That sounded like a bird.

In this country, nine.

What then?

It's how the Indians signal each other
with bird calls.

Come, we must get back with the others.

Apaches.

Anyway, he went on fighting. Better we
move out of here quickly.

We're right straight for Superstition
Mountain.

Mighty Superstition Mountain Standing
high and all

alone Once you told your precious secret
And you gave

yourself pure gold Hatchie Indians know
the story

And in legend there is told many tales
of the beginning

when you gave your yellow...

Did they discover what you were up to,
amigo?

Which way did they go?

Which way?

Who lived way out here?

A wealthy family, far alters. They were
here even before the Indians.

They left when the United States took
over the land from Mexico.

I've heard of the Peraltas.

Don't tell me you've stumbled on the
last Peralta mine.

Did you?

You said not to tell you, so I won't.

We go now to Mountain, and there's no
water there.

Drink all you want and fill your
canteens.

You go ahead.

You first.

Hold it, Charlotte.

The animals are thirsty, too, I think.
Maybe the mule deserves a first drink.

Mule drink later.

Now. No.

Another whale over there.

What's wrong?

Poisoned whale, I think.

And he was just going to stand there and
let us drink it?

Look on the bright side if he's that
anxious to get rid of us. It probably

there's no more danger of Apache trouble

Come back here, Dutchman.

More, more, more.

Yeah, you don't like me.

Maverick.

I've got to have a drink.

You better go easy on that, Charlotte.
We're pretty near empty.

How much farther?

Long time yet.

Long, long time.

Why are we traveling in circles?

We passed this spot before.

Maybe you better guide.

Look there.

Those are the tracks we made yesterday.
See that funny print? He's mule leaves.

Yeah. We go in circles.

Round and round and round we go.

And where we stop, nobody knows.

He's good joke, yeah?

What's he talking about?

Joke.

Let him talk.

There is no secret gold mine.

That is joke.

You're lying.

No, he's not.

There was something funny about his
hands this morning.

They don't have any calluses on them.

What about it?

You hear of anyone working a gold mine
without getting calluses?

Well, if there's no gold mine, then
where did he get the nuggets?

There's a story that some time ago, the
Apaches stumbled across the lost Peralta

mine. They cashed the gold somewhere in
the superstitions.

Maybe the Dutchman found it.

Well, he'll never lead us to it. You can
bet your life on that.

He'll just take us around in circles
until we drop.

Maybe not.

If we let him think he's fooling us with
that out of his head act.

Dutchman!

At ease.

Charlotte and I have decided to go back
home.

So?

We can't leave you here alone.

Dutchman is not alone.

Dutchman has horse.

Dutchman has mule.

We go in circles, eh, mule?

It's no use, I guess.

We can't force him to go with us if he
doesn't want to.

We have our own lives to think of.

Round and round and round we go.

And where we stop...

Nobody knows.

He's done a pretty good act, hasn't he?

Now what?

We follow him.

We keep out of sight.

Goodbye, Dutchman.

Maverick.

Suppose it's not an act.

Suppose we follow him into nowhere.

Without water.

What's wrong?

Where are we?

Indian burial ground, sacred territory.

What happens if they find us here?

Don't worry, they never come here during
the dry season.

Unless the big chief happens to die.

Well, here's wishing him a long life.

I'm scared, Maverick.

I want you to go happy myself.

Take it easy, Dutchman.

We're not here to rob you.

What then?

You seem to forget I staked you. We have
a deal.

Anyway, there's more nuggets in any one
of these piles than you could ever use.

Why not cut us in for a bag full of
peace?

Do you swear never to try to find my
cave again?

I swear.

And you?

I swear.

One bag each.

Gloves on.

How'd you find this cave?

My mule stumbled into the cave opening
one time.

Is it the Feralda mine?

I think so. Maybe the Apaches know where
it's the mine, and they bring their

nuggets here.

To the Apaches, nugget is pretty,
nothing more. They use it for

Quiet!

The Apatris make sacrifices there to the
Thunder Gods.

It's what I hear, Chief of the Apatris.

He's dead.

Over there.

It's Von Tripp.

How did you get here?

The Apaches.

They captured me.

And they brought us here last night.

Him and me.

And they just rode away and left us
here.

The Indians are fighting to stay on
sacred ground overnight.

But they'll be back at sunrise.

To bury Wanahini and to take a life for
her life.

Him? Yeah, him.

You killed Wanahini.

Him and two others.

They come at me.

It'll be sunrise in an hour. We must
hurry.

Aren't you going to take some of the
buckets?

Might as well.

Come and get it.

Smells good.

Where's Vern?

Still with the mounts, I guess.

Vern?

Vern?

Gold! It is gone!

Why, that dirty double -crossed...

I warned you they would come after their
sacrifice, but you would not listen.

They got their gold back, too.

Maybe that will be enough for them.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Let's get back to the rocks, as if we
had not noticed anything.

Don't waste any bullets.

Is that this?

How many are still out there?

I don't know.

Ten, twelve, maybe.

Maverick. Hmm?

Save three bullets.

The last six.

It's not coming from the Indians.

That one was mine.

Well, use mine, too, on him.

Missed. I'm sorry.

Don't cough.

Now get him with my bullet.

Padilla!

ammunition. I'm afraid I'll have to
leave you, senor.

I too am running low.

Could you spare us three bullets? We
don't want to be captured.

Very well.

Be prepared to catch.

Three Apaches left out there.

It's only a matter of time.

Unless...

You all right?

Malhut.

Malhut.

Inside boot is map.

No, on the boot.

It shows how to find cave.

The gold is yours now.

Why give it to me?

Because I don't like you.

What do you mean by that, do you
suppose?

That gold has a curse on it. Gloves or
no gloves.

He wanted you to be its next victim.

Are you trying to talk me into giving it
to you?

I wouldn't touch it with a ten -foot
pole.

I would.

A while back, you saved my life, amigo.

Don't make me take yours now.

The map, please.

Now I like to dream and wonder if
someday you'll give again

a bounty of your treasure to some
lonely, struggling

man. And you, in all your splendor, may
choose me

to be the one to find your precious
treasure shining

yellow.

In the sun.

Oh, the Dutchman was a gambler.

And a party was his fun.

But he kept his precious secret.

Never trusted anyone.

And in death he still is laughing.

For the grave his secret holds.

And the mighty superstitions.

Keep the Dutchman's yellow gold.

Riding the trail to who knows where,
luck is his companion, gambling is his

game. Smooth as a handle on a gun,
Maverick is the name.

Wild as the wind in Oregon, blowing up a
canyon, easier to tame.

Maverick is a legend of the West.