All language subtitles for Death.Valley.Days.S09E10.The.Wind.at.Your.Back.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-bigworm_track3_[eng]

[ wind whistling ]

[bell rings]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'm the Old Ranger.

A wounded man,
afoot in the desert,

alone and without water,

could only survive
by a miracle.

Yet such a miracle happened
back in 1888,

in the San Jacinto region
of the Mojave Desert.

And another miracle too,
which is a story of...

[groans]

Welcome back to
the land of the living.

I'm Sister Mary Francis,
of the Order of St. Joseph.

And this is Charlie
White Cloud Washington.

I am much pleased
to welcome you.

Water.

Where am I?

Twenty-five miles
from San Bernardino.

This is a school and hospital,
run by the Sisters of St. Joseph

for Indian orphans--
children of the Cahuilla tribe.

How long
have I been here?

This is Tuesday afternoon.

You broke
our bell cord yesterday.

Name is Johnny Carter.

I'll pay for
the broken bell cord.

And I'll pay well
for taking care of me here.

You don't have to pay
for anything, Johnny Carter.

Now, tell me,
How did you get that?

Where's my gun?

Where's my--
Where's my gun?

I--I worked a claim
over San Jacinto way.

Kinda neat pile of dust...

on my way to Los Angeles,
go in business for the fall.

I was ju--jumped
by a couple highwaymen.

Shot my horse.

Walked for miles
without any water.

Happened to run
across your road.

Are you sure
that's what happened?

Sure--

I'm sure.

We'll get word to the Marshal
in San Bernardino.

No! I mean...

I don't need no Marshal.

I know the two guys
who jumped me.

You can't take the law
into your own hands, Johnny.

And you can't leave here
for at least three weeks.

All I need is
a few days' rest.

Like I said,
you'll be paid good.

They didn't get my gold.

I got it stashed away.

Good.

I'll get you some broth.

If you want more water,
Charlie will give it to you.

[ door closes ]

Come here.

Water, Johnny Carter?

Mother Superior,
three Sister, seven squaw,

little ones,
from Cahuilla tribe,

and me, Charlie
White Cloud Washington.

Only man.

In San Berdino. The squaws
have First Communion.

One squaw, she sick.
Name Pale Moon.

Sister Mary Francis,
she stay. Nurse sick squaw.

You mean, there's only
the sister and a sick squaw
left around here?

When'll they be back?

Every Sunday, Padre drive
wagon from San Berdino.

Bring food, supplies,
say mass.

Any horses around the place?

No horse.

I can't stay around here
five days.

Must be somebody
with a horse.

Doctor,

fellow who took care of me.

No doctor.
Sister Mary Francis.

She did bandages.

You mean, that--
that bullet's still in here?

No, sister get.

This yours.

[ door opens ]

We won't dip anymore, Charlie.

Cover the tallow.

Injun kid told me about you
taking a slug out of me.

You'll be paid.

You don't owe me
anything, Johnny.

Of course, if you want to make
a donation for our work,

Mother Superior
will gladly accept.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll do that, ma'am.

Don't be late with the Angelus.

We should prepare a letter.

Something to send
to your parents.

Mother died when I was four,
I don't know where my father is.

Who brought you up?

Whole slew of aunts and uncles

kicked me around between them.

I took it
till I was 12 years old.

Then, I ran away.
That don't matter now.

I got a stake

and there ain't nobody

or nothing's gonna take it
away from me.

Johnny, you're far too young
to be so bitter.

[ bell ringing ]

People have been telling
Johnny Carter what to do
all my life.

[ ringing continues ]

Pale Moon is much better,

but not yet well enough
to go home.

You can see her though,
since you've come so far.

[ crash ]

Excuse me.
I'll be right back.

[ Johnny moaning ]

Johnny, you shouldn't
have tried to get up.

Gotta get--
gotta--gotta--

I can't stay here!

Another foolish trick
like this,

and you'll burst
your stitches.

I hope you're convinced now
you're in no condition
to travel.

If I could just get a horse.

You're staying here
for another two weeks.

Those are orders.

I gotta get word to someone.

When you're strong enough,
the Padre will arrange

for a rig to pick you up.

I gotta get word.

Big Tom say goodbye.
Say thank you very much.

Who's Big Tom?

Tell him to wait, Charlie.
Maybe he'd mail a letter for me.

I thought you didn't want
to reach your relatives.

The man I'm going
in business with, him.

The Injun mail a letter
to him, you think?

I'm sure he would.

I'll pay him.
Tell him to wait, Charlie.

I'll get my writing case.

"I, uh, made a nice strike.

"Got over $3,000 in gold.

"I want to go
into business with you

"and split the dust with you.

"I'm at a school
for Indian orphan kids,

"'bout 25 miles out
of San Bernardino.

"Anybody there can tell you
how to get here.

"Please start at once
and bring a rig.

"Thank you a lot.

"You'll be proud
of what I done.

"I, uh, made no mistakes.

Yours truly,
Johnny Carter."

Uh, where
do we send this, Johnny?

Uh, Mr. Forbes Buckner
of Los Angeles.

The only address I have is, uh,
Silver Dollar Saloon.

Mr. Forbes Buckner,
Los Angeles, California,

In care of

Silver Dollar Saloon.

Uh, perhaps you
should sign this.

Oh, no, ma'am.
He'll think it's prettier
with your signature.

Fold it and get it going.

I, um, hope you won't mind,
Johnny, I'm adding something.

Why? You're gonna tell him
I can't ride for two weeks?

No. I added the fact
that you offered to make

a nice donation
to Mother Superior
for our charity work.

Oh, sure.
That's what I said.

Not a bad idea
to let your friends know
about the good deeds you do.

Sometimes they get
the same urge.

Oh, sure. Sure. Mr. Buckner's
a big-hearted guy.

I'll get him
to chip in something.

Uh, here's a gold nugget.

About $2 worth.

That ought to pay the Indian
for mailing the letter, huh?

Is this some of the gold
you mined?

Yeah.

And tell that Indian,

if I ever find out
he didn't mail that letter,

I'll cut his heart out.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't do that.

But I will tell him
this is not my letter.

I don't want news
to get around

that friends of mine
live in a saloon.

♪♪ [ whistling ]

Shut up, Injun.

You hurt, Johnny Carter?

Tomorrow Sunday.
Padre come.

You talk,
feel much better.

Yeah, tomorrow is Sunday.

Buckner should've been here
by now if he got my letter.

I'll pray.

Injun, when you pray

how do you know
it does any good?

It fix that
bum leg of yours?

You really feel better?

Sister Mary Francis
taught me pray.

Her prayers
are always answered.

How does she know?

Wind push Sister on road.

Wind make much big work easy.

When I was your age,
I used to believe that stuff.

Not anymore.

Felt a strap at my back,

somebody's boot
at the seat of my pants.

A--

[ bell rings ]

Take a look and see.

[ gate opens ]

Well?

Not a lawman.
Got a badge?

No, supplies.

Must be Buckner.

Padre's sick.

Won't be able
to get over this week,

so I brung over your supplies.

Why, I hope
it's nothing serious.

Ah, just a bellyache.

Yeah, Mother Superior
is staying on in San Berdino

with the Injun kids who's making
their first communion.

They'll be coming back

with the Padre
a week from Sunday

Any other news
from San Bernardino?

Uh, there's one bit
of excitement.

Prospector out
of San Juaqino way was robbed,

3,000 gold dust.

they left him for dead.

Did they catch the man?

Man?

He wasn't much more
than a boy

according to Krindle's
description of him.

Krindle?

He was the fella
that was robbed.

He's pretty well shook up now,

but he can identify him,
all right, dead or alive.

Chances are he's dead.

Krindle shot his horse
and he wounded him
in the shoulder.

He won't be bothering
nobody else.

Where do you want me
to unload this stuff?

If you'll just drive
into the patio.

[ door opens ]

That my friend Buckner?

No, it's a teamster
from San Bernardino.

Padre's sick.
He won't be out here tomorrow.

None of them will be coming back
until a week from Sunday.

Maybe he'll give me a lift,
this driver.

You're not leaving.

Well, he's got a rig.
I can take it easy.

You're staying right here
in this room, Johnny.

Well, let me talk to him.
Tell him to come in, Charlie.

No.

Something wrong, ma'am?

Sure. Padre sick.

You scared of the thought
of staying alone here

another week
in this godforsaken place?

God hasn't forsaken
this place, Johnny.

And even if he had,
I wouldn't be scared.

You're here to protect us.

You can even shoot a man.

You said so yourself.

[ bell rings ]

I'm looking for a fella
with the name of Johnny Carter.

Did I come to the right place?

I'll take.

Hello.

You couldn't be anyone
but Mr. Forbes Buckner.

I'm Sister Mary Francis.

How do you do?

You have a visitor, Johnny.
Someone you've waited for.

How are you, kid?

Mr. Buckner,
am I glad to see you.

Looking great, Mr. Buckner.

on borrowed money just
for some social chatter.

Borrowed money?

Things bad for you?

Just got out of jail.

Spent a year because
I trusted a punk kid.

Yeah, I know how you feel
about young fellas.

I, um-- I tried
to join up with you
a year ago, remember?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Well, I've proved myself now.

Planned my own job
and I carried it out
all by myself.

I got $3,000 in gold.

That's what you said
in your letter.

Where is it?

I'm willing to split it
with you,

but we gotta be partners.

Oh, sure, kid.

Soon as you're able to leave.

Well, I wanna get out
of here right away.

Did you bring a rig?

No, just one horse.

That's all I could afford.

Besides, I wanna see some of
this gold you're talking about.

How'd you happen to get it?

Oh, I, uh, knocked off
an old prospector.

He wounded me
and finished my horse,

but I got the dust.

I got it stashed away,
like I said.

Yeah. Yeah, you said,
but where?

We'll get it together.

Wish you'd brought a rig.

Well, uh, maybe
we could ride double.

Nah, a horse couldn't make it
in this heat.

Maybe I could use your horse
and go and get it, and
I'll come right sure back here.

You think
you can make it, Johnny.

[ grunts ]

I guess it's no go.

I didn't think
you could make it.

I'll get it.

Oh, yeah?
Well, how do I know
you won't get it and skip?

You don't, for sure.

It's a chance
you'll have to take.

I'll be all right
in a day or two.

We'll get it together.

Look, kid, I'm clean
with the law.

You're probably wanted
for robbery and murder.

I get jammed up
just talking to you.

Wait.

Give me something
to draw on.

It's very close by.

That's the letter you sent me.

I wanted to talk to you before
Mr. Buckner arrived, Johnny,

but I had to make sure
in my own mind

just what I was going
to say to you.

Everything's turned out
just fine, ma'am.

Partner's gone to get my gold

and he'll fetch
a good easy riding rig
from San Berdino

and I'll be out of your way
in no time at all.

Johnny--

I'll pay you
for being so nice to me

[ chuckles ]
and an extra donation
for your charity work.

The teamster who brought
the supplies yesterday

told me a distressing story.

It seems a prospector
near San Jacinto

was robbed of $3,000
in gold dust and left for dead.

He didn't die.
He's in San Bernardino.

He gave the law officers
a good description
of the man who shot him.

The prospector said
he killed the fellow's horse

and wounded him
in the left chest.

Johnny, don't you want
to tell me something?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I dug that gold out
of my own claim.

I'm the one
they tried to rob.

Look, everybody's gotta
lead their own life,

but they gotta do it
their own way.

Yes.

And everybody knows
by instinct what is best

and what is worst
in himself.

You're a coward if
you do not suppress the bad
and build the good.

Ah, words. Just a lot of words
that mean nothing.

I told you
to quit preaching at me.

There's one short little prayer
you should learn, Johnny.

"Thy will, not mine, be done."

You'll never be
somebody stealing.

You'll never be anything
running, hiding, living a lie.

Oh, stop talking crazy.

The man you robbed
is Spence Krindle.

I never heard of him.

The saddlebags you buried
have the initials S.K.

I tell you, I ne--

How do you know about them?
The saddlebags?

The first night you arrived,
you were delirious.

You talked constantly
about hiding your gold,
where it was.

You went out and got it?

You had no right!

Oh, guidance.

it is not too late for you.
Give yourself up,

return the stolen saddlebags.

You stay out of this.
I want that gold!

I can't let you ruin your life.

Don't you understand?
Buckner's a killer.

If he thinks I was playing him
for a sucker...

[ door opens ]

Get out.

I will not.
And it's time
for you to leave.

Now, listen, Buckner.

Take it easy.
I can explain everything.

Play me for a chump, huh?

No, there was gold,
buried there, but--

Why, you lying punk!

There was gold buried there.
I have it.

And you're not getting
your hands on it.

No one is, except
the rightful owner.

So, if you're determined
to shoot someone,

I'm afraid it will
have to be me.

Now, look, you two,
I got no time for playing games.

But it's true,
she's got it.

I didn't know she dug it up.

I talked in my sleep
or something when I was
out of my head.

Johnny's going to return
that gold and give himself up.

That's your idea, Johnny?

Now, look, Sister, I don't wanna
cause you any trouble,

but I want that gold.

Now, turn it over
or you're gonna get hurt.

You'll never see that gold,
Mr. Buckner.

I'm warning you, Sister,
and I mean it.

Buckner, we can't do nothing
with her.

Let her keep the dust.

You and me,
we'll go away
and we'll get a lot more.

I want that dust.

JOHNNY:
Buckner, please.

Shut up!

You'd better believe me, Sister.

I don't wanna
get rough with you,
but I'm going to.

You've got till I count three
to start talking.

Tell me where it is.

Tell him, Sister,
tell him!

No, Johnny.

[ cocks gun ]

One...

Buckner, please.
Buckner, don't.

Two...

Now, get out.

Get out before
I finish the job.

Like I said,
a punk kid.

[ door closes ]

I'll be all right, Sister.

Yes, Johnny.

I know you'll be all right now.

That was a fine thing you did.

What made you do it?

I don't know.

I guess just seeing you facing
Buckner's gun like that

made me realize that--
that all those things
you were saying

did have some meaning.

A lot more than meaning.

Showed me that you did kind
of care about me.

Enough to risk your life.

Oh, I knew
he wouldn't shoot me.
[ chuckles ]

[ laughs ]

I wish you'd told me.

You've been most understanding,
Marshal Hadaway,

and I know you'll do
everything you can.

Be sure to let us know
when the trial date is set.

I know you'll take your medicine
like a man, Johnny.

I will.

Who knows,

maybe I'll feel that--
that wind at my back.

Yah!

[ bell ringing ]

[ wind whistling ]

I have here, along with
some old pictures

of the place
and the Indian children,

the old ledger in which
the Sisters of St. Joseph

recorded the names of all those
who came under their care

out there in the desert.

The name of Johnny Carter
doesn't appear

for a very good reason.

They explained to me,
they never entered his real name

for fear it might be
a black mark

against his reputation
in the future,

when he'd gone straight.

And go straight Johnny did.