All language subtitles for Colt .45 S02E3 - The Magic Box ENGLISH

Hello.

Hello.

Anybody around ?

Who is it ?

What do you want ?

Please, I don't have much money.

Take what you want,
but don't shoot, please.

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Colt !

Anybody here ?'

Tried to kill me.

A little this way
to take advantage

of the bright sunlight.

How do you take a picture
without sunlight ?

It's difficult,
there's a new flash powder

we've been experimenting with.

Magnesium. Messy.

Beautifully tooled guns,
Mr. Colt.

Thank you.

Go ahead, Oliver,
you can handle them.

Oh, no, I'd rather just look.

Guns always frighten me.

Well, they come in handy
sometimes.

"You could've used one
last night.'

- How's the head ?
- Alright, thanks to you.

I know I've been hit though.

I can't for the life of me
figure out

what those two men wanted

they broke one of my cameras

ruined a lot of equipment

but they didn't take anything.

Do you have any enemies
in Silver Creek ?

No. Last night was the first
time I ever set foot here.

Came in for supplies.

I've been out for the last
couple of weeks taking pictures

of Indians
on the Chaioa reservation.

Chaioa ? I heard they've had
trouble out there.

That's right, one of the braves

killed a commissioner
from Washington.

They were friendly enough.

Let me take all the pictures
I wanted.

I figured I'd better get out
while the getting was good.

Well, I've got business in town.

How long do you think
this'll take ?

Kinda busy.

People around here have never
seen a camera before.

They've been knocking
on my door all morning

wanting their pictures taken.

I think I can probably have it
for you by sun down.

Fine.

It'll make my life easier.

See, in my business I can't
afford to give out samples.

But this I can handout pictures
as a reminder.

Leave it to me, Mr. Colt,
you'll have the best pictures

this side of the Mississippi.

Alright, Harper, let it go.

Works like a charm.

That thing can hold a buffalo.

Finish it up and keep it ready.

I don't seen any sense
in letting that Indian

live off the fate of the land.

Let's go to the sheriff
and get this thing settled

once and for all.

Who's it for ?

A Chaioa Indian committed murder.

'When's the hangin' ?'

I don't know yet,
he ain't been tried.

You plannin' on fixin' the jury ?

What do you mean, mister ?

Seems to me you don't have
much doubt

about what the verdict
is going to be.

Wait ? What do you mean wait ?

We gotta make an example of him

if we wanna keep
the others in line.

I told you before, Brady

we'll wait till the circuit
judge gets here.

When ? Six months from now ?

The citizens committee
wants action.

Now, you've got a signed
affidavit from me

you've got one from the Indian
agent what more do you want ?

Just a fair a trail as anyone
else would get.

The judge will be here tomorrow.

Sheriff, you're forgetting
who put you in office.

I don't like that kinda talk.

You and your citizens committee
can build

all the scaffolds you want

but nothing happens
till there's a trial.

- Sheriff Wood.
- That's me.

'Chris Colt of the Colt
firearms company.'

That's all I need,
a gun salesman.

Sometimes a gun can be
a blessing to a town.

Depends on the man who uses it.

The only blessing this town needs

is a sheriff with some
good horse sense.

I know, Brady. But we'll still
wait for the judge.

What can I do for you, Mr. Colt ?

You want somebody hung too ?

Well, all I want sheriff
is your permission

to hold a demonstration
for some of the merchants.

So fancy target practice ?

Might do some of the hotheads
in this town good

to think about something else
besides a hanging.

I saw those two at the gallows.
Who are they ?

Well, the hothead's name
is Brady.

He owns the feed and supply
store here in town.

He's also the head of
the citizens committee.

The other mans name is Cork.

He runs a saloon.

Neither one have too much respect

for the due process of law.

- How about some coffee ?
- Thank you.

Get yourself a cup.

It looked like you could use
some help.

I've been ordered
to investigate the death

of commissioner Kendell.

Thought you said you sold guns.

Well, I do, among other things.

Oh, army intelligence ?

We're rather curious
as to why an Indian

would kill a man like
Commissioner Kendell

when he devoted his life
to their welfare.

Afraid I can't help you there,
all I've got to go on

are these affidavits.

This is a statement by Brady.

He says he saw the Indian
kill Kendell.

What am I gonna do,
call him a liar ?

Same thing with Babcock.

He's the Chaioa Indian agent.

He was with Brady at the time.

Babcock's always been
a friend of the Indian's.

Well, according to this
the Indian agent claims

he never saw the commissioner
alive.

That's right, Kendell was killed

before he ever reached
Babcock's place.

Shame too. I liked the man.

That's a good likeness.

That Indian in there
is just as good right now.

- I'd like to talk to him.
- Alright, come on.

White Wolf.

This man is from the army.
He's here to help you.

I have already spoken my words

but I was not heard.

If you're innocent
I wanna hear it.

What is my voice
beside that of two men ?

I was hunting the deer
when I found the white man.

I swear to you in the name
of the great spirit.

'He was dead.'

'The two men came while I was
standing beside the body.'

And for this they will hang me.

I better have a talk
with the Indian agent.

Where'll I find him ?

Babcock's cabin
is on the reservation

about five miles south of here.

You can't miss it.

Alright, hold it just like that
and I'll see how it looks.

Hey, Mr. Photographer,
she look better through that ?

You keep a civil tongue
in your mouth, Harper

or I'll come down there
and teach you manners.

Please, please !

I can't work with all this
disturbance.

You have to remain seated

or your head won't be
in the picture.

That ought to be an improvement.

Please !

Steady.

'Smile.'

That's it.

Don't move.

One.

"Two.'

Three.

That's fine.

I'll take 20 copies.

Twenty ? How come so many ?

One for each of my
gentlemen friends.

Gentlemen friends !

- 'Oh, dear.'
- What's the matter ?

I forgot to put a plate
in the camera.

Oh !

- Babcock ? Chris Colt.
- Yep.

Army intelligence sent me down
to ask you a few questions

About Commissioner Kendell's
death.

Yes, terrible thing, I'd
always admired the commissioner

by reputation, he's probably the
best friend the Indian's had.

- Yes, it was quite a loss.
- Were you a friend of his ?

Well, I've met him on various
occasions.

I'm sure you won't mind
if I check out a few details.

Oh, no, I'm only too happy
to cooperate.

Frankly there isn't much to tell.

I never met him personally, only
came across the commissioner

at the moment of his death.

If I could've gotten there
a couple of minutes sooner

I might've prevented
White Wolf from killing him.

I just can't understand
what got into that Indian.

- Well, he says he's innocent.
- Yes, I know.

You don't realize
how much it hurts me

to have to testify against
one of my own Indians.

But Mr. Brady and I
were both there at the time.

What was Brady doing here ?

He sells us most of our supplies.

Comes out once a month.

That is if I can't get into town.

Well, since the commissioner
never reached here

I don't suppose you'd know
the purpose of his visit.

Just routine, I imagine.

Surprise inspection
from Washington.

Say, how about staying for
dinner and spending the night.

No, I'm afraid not,
I still have business in town.

Thanks for your help.

Oliver.

Oliver !

Yes, Mr. Colt ?

I'm looking for that
little photographer

Oliver Pate,
what happened to him ?

He left in kind of a hurry.
Didn't say why.

- Did he leave a message for me ?
- No, sir.

What about a sample case
with some guns in 'em ?

Nope, he breezed out of here
about an hour ago

like a horse
with his tail on fire.

Any idea which way he went ?

North trail out of town.

I caught sight of him rattling
along up the street.

Thanks.

And he was paid up
for tonight, too.

- What's the rush, Oliver ?
- Please, Mr. Colt, let me go.

What about my sample case ?

Oh, I forgot,
I'll get it for you.

Suppose you settle down
and tell me what's going on.

I can't. I can't !

I was told to get out of town
and keep my mouth shut.

- Who told you ?
- Please, Mr. Colt.

Oliver, who threatened you ?

- Mr. Brady.
- Brady ?

The man who owns
the general store ?

- What's he got to do with it ?
- I don't know.

Came to my room and asked to see
my Chaioa Indian pictures.

Then for no good reason
he burned them up

and told me to get out of town
and not talk to anybody.

That's strange.

Maybe Brady's one of men
who jumped you

on the Liberty stable.

I never did anything to him.

Why'd he wanna hurt me ?

Take it easy, Oliver,
let's try to think

this thing through.

You say you've never met Brady.

I took his picture,
but that's all.

Can I see it ?

I think it's among those
that he burned.

- But [ still got the plate.
- Brady didn't destroy it ?

'He didn't ask for the plates.
So I didn't tell him.'

He said pictures and that's
what I gave him.

I guess he doesn't know very
much about photography.

I'm taking you back to town,
Oliver.

I can't. They'll kill me.

I don't know what's going on
and I don't wanna know.

People attack me, threaten me,
throw me out of town

and now you order me back.

All I ask is to be left alone.

A mans life might depend
on those pictures

and I wanna see them.

I'm not getting mixed up
in any murder.

I'll send you the pictures
from St. Louis

as soon as I get there.

I can't wait that long,
you're going back

and develop them for me now.

No, I'm not going back.

You'll have trouble with me.

Now, do you want your trouble
here or in town ?

I don't know
if it's going to work.

I usually do this
in strong sunlight.

- Can you hurry it up ?
- I might.

If we get anything at all
I'll put it in a toning bath.

Do that, I'm curious to see

what's in that picture
you took of Brady.

Where'd you take these ?

Some of them on the Chaioa
reservation.

The others on my travels.

Is this Geronimo ?

One of the fiercest looking men
I've ever seen.

That's Sitting Bull.

You can be real proud
of your work, Oliver.

Thank you, Mr. Colt.

But if I can get this print
for you I'm leaving town.

We'll talk about that later.

- "'I don't see a thing, do you ?"
- 'Can't tell.'

What do we do now ?

Just wait.

Oh, dear.

- What's the matter ?
- The magnesium container broke.

- What's that for ?
- Lumination.

I told you about it.

Experimenting with
indoor pictures.

Just keep that out of the way.

Why don't you sit down, relax.
Have a smoke or something.

Can't, I'm too nervous.

I thought I told you
to get out of town.

- I-I did. Now wait a minute.
- What happened ?

What happened to your friend ?
Where is he ?

Right here, Brady.

I don't understand your sudden
interest in photography

but I'm willing to buy out
that interest for $5007 ?

No sale.

Then get ready to attend
a funeral.

Your own, mister.

Look at that window,
you'll see what I mean.

Now, drop those guns, Colt.

- Where are the original things ?
- What things ?

I'm not gonna make
the same mistake twice.

The plates or whatever
you call them

that you make the pictures from.

They're on the table.

Why don't you have your friend
come in off the porch, Brady ?

Shut up and stay put.

Come on in and join the party,
Mr. Babcock.

You're liable to catch a chill
out there.

You wanna tell us why you and
Brady framed an innocent Indian ?

Or shall I tell you ?

I'm afraid, Colt, you made
a fatal mistake by prying.

'No, you made the mistake.'

You swore you never saw
the commissioner alive.

I'm no different.

You and Brady both same him alive

and you killed him because
you had something to hide.

You're wasting your breath.

- Did you find it ?
- No, not yet.

Let me look.

We wouldn't have been in this
mess if you had the sense

to destroy the plate
in the first place.

No, please don't break them,
they can't be replaced.

Get out of here !

This is the one we want.

Now where are the copies ?

- There aren't any.
- Don't lie to me.

You two wound up here
for nothing.

We make a pretty good pair.

Don't squirm, Mr. Colt.

Did you find out what Babcock
and Brady were up to ?

Well, they were defrauding
the government and the Indians.

Babcock was buying
shoddy goods from Brady

and over charging the government

pocketing the difference.

Commissioner found out
and they killed him.

Hurry up, Oliver,
my neck is getting stiff.

Just a couple of seconds.

Hold it now.

'One.'

"Two. Three.'

Four. Five.

That's fine.

Picture taking will never last,
Oliver

unless they make it painless.

Mr. Colt.

I'm afraid you'll have to pose
for me again.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you forgot to put
a plate in the camera again.

Well, I'm sorry, Oliver,
I couldn't go through

that torture again.

Maybe I'll see you
in St. Louis.

♪ There was a gun
that won the west ♪

♪ There was a man
among the best ♪

♪ The fastest gun or man alive ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when
he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ He carried the message
of law and of order ♪

♪ Into a wicked land ♪

♪ With a Colt single action
army revolver ♪

♪ Blazing from either hand ♪

♪ There was the right,
there was the wrong ♪

♪ The gun was quick,
the man was strong ♪

♪ And peace was made
when they'd arrived ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when
he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪