All language subtitles for Death.Valley.Days.S08E25.One.Man.Tank.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-bigworm_track3_[eng]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger,

with an exciting new story
of real life in the Old West.

In 1890, a gold strike
exploded the silence

of California'’s dry
desert canyons.

Now, gold hunters stampeded
through the diggings

on spring wagons, buckboards--
anything on wheels.

Among them was an immigrant
from Europe, Charley Koehn,

who cut across
the trackless wastelands

on an ordinary bicycle.

Now, some people
call this intrepid cyclist
"Dutch Charley."

Others referred to him
as "Bismarck of the Desert."

He and his bicycle
were inseparable,

even after he converted it
into an armed fortress.

A primitive juggernaut of war.

A...

[ dog barking ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Be careful, here, huh?

Don'’t scare the man's horse.

She don'’t know
she'’s a bicycle.

Leo!

Here I am.

I know you'’re here.

I can smell you
even before I heard you.

Now, there'’s a tub and water
in the back.

Soap. Who needs soap?

When you see what I found,

we can take baths in cologne.

You know, the last time
I grubstaked you,

you said we were gonna
be swimming in gold.

Gold! Who needs gold?
I got somethin'’ better.

Oh?
[ chuckles ]

This is better than gold?

Well, it'’s just as good.

It'’ll make you
and me a bundle.

It'’s rock salt!

Charlie, I have got five sacks
full of better

and purer salt
than that right here.

Sure you got it,

but from where?

From a wholesaler
who charges you big profits.

I found a whole mine
of this stuff!

The wholesaler
will buy it from us,

and we make the profits.

Oh, don'’t be
a hard-headed Dutchman.

Look, finding
a salt mine'’s one thing,
running it'’s another.

First, you gotta
dig the salt out.

Then you gotta find
a market for it.

Then you gotta find a way
to get it to the market--

Stop mixin'’ me up
with all your "gottas".

I got sold
a whole dry lake of it,

ready to dig up.

How come up stopped
chasin'’ after gold?

You can get rich quicker
diggin'’ that up.

Salt in the hand is worth more
than dreams in your head.

You ought to see the dry lake.

Miles and miles of salt.

I dug up some already,

and I build a house
and a supply shack on it.

Leo, we'’re gonna get rich.

I-- I don'’t know, Charley.

Now, you'’re--
you'’re into me for quite a lot
of supplies already.

Now, not that I'’m complaining,
but I'’d just rather see you

settle down to
a regular business like this.

You know,
towns around here
are growing.

Me, a storekeeper?

Why not?I could help you
get started.

Now, take Randsburg,
for instance.
It'’s booming.

You'’re not talkin'
to Dutch Charley Koehn

when you talk about inside work.

I had enough of that
in the Old Country

fixin'’ bicycles, smellin' oil,
gettin'’ dirt in my lungs.

All right, all right.

Now, I will grubstake you
one more time.

Flour, tools,
some dynamite...

And a horse and wagon.

Well, don'’t tell me
that Johanna'’s finally
got the best of you.

Oh, I'’m gonna be riding
the bicycle, all right.

I'’m talking about
a freight wagon.

Big enough to haul salt
from the mine

to the biggest salt companies
in Bakersfield, Fresno,

and maybe even
to San Francisco.

I-- I don'’t know, Charley.

That'’s a pretty big
investment.

Here.

I'’ll show you something
on this map.

No, don'’t show me.

You might talk me
into giving you two wagons.

That'’ll come later,

when the money comes in.

I'’ll go and wash up.

Oh, Dutch, I almost forgot.

A letter came for you
about a month ago.

Letter?

Yeah. There you are.

Bad news, Dutch?

For years, I was trying
to find gold...

to send for my wife and children
to come to America.

This place.

Now, if I was
covered with gold,

she'’ll never be with me.

She'’s dead.

Dutch, I didn'’t even know
you were married.

My wife, Hilda.

My son and my daughter,
Peter and Anna.

They was that high
when I left the Old Country.

Well, that'’s all
the more reason

why I think you ought
to try to get a steady job.

Steady job.

It'’d take 100 years
to save and send for them.

Besides, this letter--

it'’s from my wife's uncle,

a poor man.

He can'’t keep Peter and Anna.

He wants to know why
I don'’t send for them.

I'’m here, where plenty
of gold is.

And salt, Dutch.

Don'’t forget.
Salt can be as good as gold.

Yeah.

You keep a place
in that safe

for the money
you'’re gonna hold for me.

When I have enough...

I'’ll send
for Peter and Anna.

[ door opens, closes ]

That'’s about it.
[ chuckles ]

Well, Leo,

every time I sell
a load of salt,

I'’ll send you the money.

You don'’t have to.
We'’ll make an accounting

next time
you come in for supplies.

Good-bye, partner.

Good luck.

I am sending some money to you

to buy tickets on a boat

to send Anna and Peter
to America.

I would send more,

but I have a partner.

A fine man

who does much for me.

In the morning,

I take another load of salt

to sell to a very big company
in Bakersfield.

Thank you for everything.

[ grunts ]

♪♪ [ singing ]

[ grunts ]

♪♪ [ singing resumes ]

[ speaks Dutch,grunts ]

[ speaks Dutch ]

[ shouting ]

[ door opening ]

Here are the records
you asked for, Mr. Shannon.

Dutch Charley sold us
three loads of salt so far.

Somethin'’ wrong?

Something wrong? Hmm.

The only thing wrong
is that he'’s bringin' us
better salt

than we'’re gettin'
from company-owned properties.

Oh, I don'’t think Great West
has to worry

about old Charley
turning into a competitor.

No, but just the same,

he'’s makin' me look bad.

I got a letter
from our San Francisco office,

from Mr. Bellingham himself,

wanting to know why
we can'’t dig up

as good a quality salt
from our own properties.

[ scoffs ]

Wherever you see a pin
is where we'’re operatin'.

And an old desert rat
finds top-grade salt
right under our noses.

Last time he was in, he said
he found a dry salt lake,

big enough
for him to work 100 years.

A dry lake?Mm-hmm.

Well, that ought to
be worth checkin'’ on.

Knowin'’ Dutch Charley as I do,

he probably just
stumbled across it

and started diggin'’ up salt

without botherin'’
to file a legal claim.

You can bank on that.

But what I wanna know
is where it is.

If I could make a deal
to take it over,

Mr. Bellingham would
be mighty pleased.

Hello, partner.Hello, Dutch.

I'’ll be right with you.

I'’ll put it
on the account, Bert.

Looks like we'’re gettin'
more prosperous every day.

She'’s a relative.
I'’d have to support her anyway.

So? With all
the money coming in

from the salt,
it'’ll pay her wages.

Here'’s your half, Leo.

Where'’s yours?

On its way to Holland.

I'’ve sent for Peter and Anna.

I divided it even.

Dutch, you-- you'’ve
been workin'’ that salt mine

for better than four months.

Four months, two weeks,
and one day.

And twice this
is all we have to show for it.

That'’s right, 50-50.

Well, Dutch,
that'’s just not enough
for two people.

Every business is slow
when it starts out.

Well, you, uh--
you hang onto the money.

We'’ll figure out
the accounting later.

You pullin'’ out?

Well, I'’m a merchant.

What do I know
about salt mining?

And you'’d be better off
if you got a steady job.

Look, there'’s a lot
of bicycles in San Francisco
that need fixing.

You'’re an expert.

I ain'’t gonna quit
for all the bicycles
in the world.

It'’ll be cheaper for me
in the long run,

and, uh, continue
letting you have supplies.

Now, this is your share
for the salt,

whether you want it or not. Dutch.

I never could say no to you.
Why should I start now?

Especially since
you'’re a family man.

What do you need?

You had me scared
for a while.

I don'’t know anybody else
who would grubstake me.

Now, I wanna make
one thing clear.

I'’m gonna give you credit
for three months,

and then make it or break it,
not one day more.

Oh, by that time,
I'’ll be a cash customer.

[ chuckling ]
I hope so.

I hope you'’re getting
a good price for that salt.

Oh, pretty good.

Last time, when I was
in Bakersfield,

Mike Shannon promised
to be better

if I bring in bigger loads.

You mean Mike Shannon,
that sharpshooter?

Well, why do you say that?
He'’s a nice fellow.

He asked me up to his house,
and we had dinner together.

Dutch, Mike Shannon
wouldn'’t give
his own grandmother dinner

unless he wanted
to get something out of her.

Do I look like his grandmother?

Now, what would he want from me?

I don'’t know,

but he'’s always shooting angles.

Mike, have you filed a claim
on that dry lake?

Claim?

I'’ve been working that land
for years.

Besides, I didn'’t think
you have to file on salt.

Maybe you don'’t.
I'’ll check into it.

Look, you come back later,
and I'’ll fix you up
with the supplies.

Yeah, sure.

You betcha.

[ door closes ]

Sophie, bring me
my hat and coat!

Keep your eye
on the store.

I'’m gonna run down
to the land office.

Maybe we oughta
go look around
for Charley, Sheriff.

No use knockin'’
ourselves out, Mr. Shannon.

Especially
in all this heat.

[ both sigh ]

Well. Company.

This is a big surprise.

Come inside, out of the sun.

I'’ll fix you a little lunch.

Uh, this isn'’t
a social call, Charley.

Uh, serve him.

I don'’t understand.
What does this mean?

This means you'’re
being evicted.

This property
you'’ve been working
doesn'’t belong to you.

Well, that'’s a mistake.

That'’s my house.
I built it myself.

And that'’s my mine!

I work it now
for a long time!

I sell the salt
to Mr. Shannon!

Yes, well, you'’d never
have sold it to me

if I knew it was comin'’ off
of this property.

Our company filed on it
a long time ago.

So, if you'’ll just
get your things together

and clear out, huh?

You clear out!

This is my land!

Nobody'’s gonna take
it away from me.
I shoot first.

Hold on now.
This is the law
you'’re talkin' to.

In one minute,
if you'’re not off this land,

my gun will be
talkin'’ to you.

Charley,I'’m comin' back here
with a posse,

and we'’ll get you
off of this land if we have
to drag you off feet first.

I kill anybody who'’s going
to take this land away from me!

This is for Peter and Anna!

Hyah! Come on!

Whoa. Whoa!

What in the name of--

CHARLEY:
I give you fair warning.

Get off my property.

It'’s Dutch Charley.

He'’s fixed himself
a fort on wheels.

Darn fool.

All he'’s fixed
is a rolling coffin,
if he doesn'’t listen to reason.

CHARLEY:
Maybe you don'’t understand
my English so good.

Clear out,
or I start shootin'’.

Now, see here, Charley,
come on out of there.

If you don'’t,
we'’ll blast you out.

I warned ya.

Quit talkin'’!
I'’m finished!

[ whinnying ]

Let'’s get out of here!

[ yelling ]

You come back,
I shoot straighter.

Whoa! Whoa!
Hold it!

What did we run for?

There'’s only one of him,
plenty of us.

That one of him in that fort
could hold off a regiment.

Besides, we didn'’t come here
to kill him,
just to evict him.

A little taste of dynamite

would evict him right out
of that fort
and off of this property.

Mr. Shannon,
you got a court order,
and I'’m carrying it out.

But I ain'’t aimin'
to shed any blood.

Mine or anybody else'’s.Hey, he'’s turnin' back.

Well, as long
as he knows we'’re here,

he'’ll stay inside there,
and that'’s just
where I want him.

Well, sooner or later,
he'’ll run out
of ammunition or water,

and he'’ll have to come out.

Okay, rest yourselves
and your horses.

And the more water I drink,
the more parched I feel.

Yeah, it'’s hotter
than blazes now.

Come nightfall,
we'’ll be chilled
to the marrow.

I'’ll be hanged
if I'’ll broil and freeze
for that old desert rat.

Now, here, Sheriff.
We'’re all gettin' petrified,

sittin'’ around here
like bumps on a log.

I'’ll warrant Dutch
is even more petrified.

Yeah.

If I can get
to that supply shack
without being noticed,

I'’ll put an end
to all this nonsense
but fast.

None of the posse
are lookin'’ your way.

What good'’d gettin'
to the shack do us?

An old prospector
like Charley

is bound to have
a couple of sticks of dynamite

stashed away someplace.

[ crunches ]

DUTCH:
Drop that dynamite,

or my next shot
blows you to pieces!

That fool Charley'’s
after Mr. Shannon!

[ gunshots ]

There. That ought to hold you
till we get you to jail.

Jail.

Mr. Shannon steals my life,
and you take me to jail.

Nobody stole anything
from you, Charley.

This land legally belongs
to Great West.

They'’ve got men
exploring for salt all over
the country all the time,

buying and leasing everywhere.

They never operated
this land before.

Didn'’t even have a marker.

They'’d have got around
to operating it
when they were ready.

They just never figured
on you beating '’em to it.

Yeah.

Uh, don'’t you worry,Charley.

I'’ll have your stuff hauled
to wherever you want it.

Mr. Shannon says
I shouldn'’t worry.

With my own hands,
I built every piece of it--

the furniture, the house.

A place for my son
and daughter.

Oh, cut it out, Charley.
Let'’s go.

[ stagecoach approaching ]I wish you luck,
Mr. Shannon.

LEO:
Charley!

Well, looks like
Mr. Bellingham and me

missed the best part
of this chivalry.

Uh, Mr. Bellingham, I--

Why--What'’s going on here, Shannon?

Uh, this squatter
tried to steal our property.

Oh, now, "steal"
is a hard word, Shannon.

Oh? And what
would you call

diggin'’ up our salt
and then selling it to us?

Well, it'’s...
an honest mistake,

but not as big a mistake
as accepting
a dinner invitation from you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Leo told me you'’d have made
your own grandmother pay.

I should have listened
to you.

Well, the harm
was already done, Charley.

You see, after you left,
I checked with the land office,

and I found out this place
already belonged to Great West.

So I went to San Francisco
to explain things
to Mr. Bellingham.

Oh. I'’m sorry
I caused you trouble.

I guess I am a big fool.

I belong in jail.

Mr. Koehn, Great West
doesn'’t approve

of Shannon'’s
high-handed action.

We'’re not going
to press any charges.

What'’s the difference?

I got nothing left anyhow.

Why, you hard-headed,
good-for-nothing Dutchman,
you got plenty left.

You got two good arms,
you'’ve got a strong back,

you'’ve got this
whole wide world
to work in and live,

and you got two beautiful kids
who'’ll be here any day now.

But I have nothing
to give them.

Not even a roof
over their heads.

You can supply that.

The Great West Salt Company
has some land near Cane Springs,

which we'’re never
going to work.

It isn'’t worth much,

but I'’m certain
I can get the company
to turn it over to you

to compensate
for this house you built.

It'’s not a bad parcel
of land, Charley.

With the water
from Cane Springs,
you could farm it.

And, uh, as for that roof
over your head,

the company can'’t
build you a house,

but nobody can stop me

from personally
advancing you
some cash of my own.

And whatever supplies
you need,

your credit'’s still good
at my store.

Yeah. Yeah.

You betcha.

Fine!

Where you going?

Johanna, my bicycle--

she'’s busted up.

I gotta put her
together again.

Thank you, gentlemen.
Thank you.

[ chuckling ]

That hard-headed Dutchman.

There'’s no stopping him.

There was no stopping
Dutch Charley Koehn.

He turned that land of his
into a successful gold farm.

Then, a couple of year later,
he made a gold strike

right in the middle of his farm.

He became one of the legends
of Kern County.

Years later, General Patton'’s
crack Sherman tank corps

trained in the desert.

Perhaps their
caterpillar tracks

crossed the thin bicycle marks
of their predecessor--

Dutch Charley Koehn'’s
one-man tank.