All language subtitles for Colt .45 S02E5 - The Man Who Loved Lincoln ENGLISH

"What should such fellow as I do
crawling between earth and heaven ?"

"We are errant knaves all..."

Sorry, no time to warn you.

Once more I'm in your debt.

- It could have killed me.
- Are you alright ?

Yes, thanks to Mr. Colt.

Mr. Booth, what happened ?

An accident.
Someone was careless.

This was no accident.

This rope's been cut.

"Colt .45"

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Colt !

Edwin Booth ?

Why yes, sir.

Virginia City don't want
the brother of the man

who shot Abe Lincoln
play an act in our town.

You'd better keep right on goin'.

Even if I wished I couldn't.

The driver just informed us
there will be no more

stage traveling until tomorrow.

That's right, Jameson.

Ain't been nothing holdin' that
old fine wheel

for the past 10 miles

except the power of prayer
from the passengers

and a heap of cussing from me.

Why, you can ride, Booth.

Get yourself a horse and vamoose.

I have an engagement to fulfill
for Mr. Belasco.

I intend to honor that
commitment.

I said get yourself a horse
and vamoose, Mr. Booth.

'Just 2 moment.

Aren't you gentlemen
a little confused ?

The man you want is
John Wilkes Booth.

And he is dead.

Alright.

But get one thing straight..

That young upstart David Belasco
won't be putting on a show

in Virginia City with you in it.

That is if we want to
take your word for him.

And we don't. Do we, Mr. Booth ?

May I escort you
to your hotel, sir ?

With pleasure, sir.

I'm indebted to you, sir.

May I have the pleasure of
knowing who befriended me ?

The name's Colt, Mr. Booth.
Christopher Colt.

It was very kind of you
to share your suite.

With the hotel room shortage,
they rented mine

as soon as I left
for the stagecoach.

Repayment of your kindness.

'Get out
of town, murderer !'

It's happened before.

The people everywhere feel
I should expiate

my brother's dreadful deed.

I'm growing accustomed
to threats.

Slowly I'm learning
to ignore them.

That was no threat !

That shot was meant to kill.

Thank you, thank you.

And please believe me when I say

that Virginia City will always
have a special place

in Adah Menken's heart.
Thank you.

And I couldn't believe my eyes
when I looked over and I see you

in the box. I thought
you'd be miles away by now.

Oh, I just couldn't tear myself
away from you.

I'm irresistible, yes ?

Well, to tell you the truth
the stagecoach broke down.

Oh, how sad.

Hrmph !
You are the most unromantic man

in my whole life I meet.

Go ! I'm having a headache.

Will you forgive me
and join me for dinner ?

I shouldn't.

But I will... as soon as
I am dressed.

But I want you to take me
to a different place tonight.

Cooking in the Chinese style.

Chinese ?

I've heard they serve eggs
over 100 years old.

Oh, not at all.

I was told that the best food
in Virginia City

is served at Ling's.

Who says so ? Ling ?

We go ?

But no eggs though.

No eggs.

There you are, Adah.

I've been looking for you
everywhere.

I couldn't bear to live town
without thanking you again

for a magnificent performance.

- Truly magnificent, my dear.
- Thank you.

Mr. Colt. It's a pleasure
to see you again.

I was under the impression
that with

your bank robbers apprehended
you'd have left town.

Well, the stagecoach broke down,
Mr. Belasco

- Oh, yes, so I understand.
- Won't you join us ?

- Well, I don't like to intrude.
- Not at all.

Thank you, Ling.
Nothing tonight.

David, I've decided to stay until

after Monday night's performance.

I've never seen
Mr. Booth's "Hamlet."

Well, I hope there will be
a performance

but I'm very much afraid,
my dear, there won't.

No ?

About half an hour ago

a delegation calling themselves

the Virginia City
Citizens Committee

called on me at the theater.

They threatened to start a riot
and wreck the theater

if I continue at my plans
for Mr. Booth.

They're led by a Mr. Jameson

and I'm very much afraid
they mean business.

A heavy-set man,
wears a pro-handled gun.

Oh, yes. You know Jameson ?

Not exactly. I've met him.

You're right.
He could be dangerous.

Mr. Booth tells me that he's
already had some unpleasantries

with him this morning.

And that you so were kind enough

to come to his rescue.

I also understand
that you and Edwin

are sharing a room because of

the shortage in town.

That's right.

The stage leaves tomorrow.

Mr. Colt..

It is much as you've already

more or less taken in Edwin

under your wing

I wonder if you would consider
allowing me

to employ your services
to protect..

...Mr. Booth from any sort of
unpleasantness

'that might come up
during his engagement here.'

I'm sorry, Mr. Belasco but
I have business in Kentucky.

I see.

Well, at least, Chris,
we can go and watch

the rehearsal tomorrow
before your stage leaves

can't we ?

A pleasure.

Mr. Colt, don't expect "Hamlet"

to be as enticing in tights as
our Ada.

Oh.

"For in the very torrent,
tempest, and as I may say"

"the whirlwind of your passion"

"you must acquire
and beget a temperance"

"that may give it smoothness."

Tsk.

"May give it smoothness.."

[, I cannot believe it this.

I'm afraid the stories
we hear about him true.

He does not seem like
the same man.

Maybe he'll be better tomorrow
with an audience.

"In the very torrent,
tempest.."

It is heart-breaking.

Not hesitant anything he has
ever played on the stage.

Why do people have to blame him
for what his brother has done ?

Well, people sometimes
are very cruel.

"I am myself indifferent honest'

"but yet I could accuse me of
such things that it were better'

my mother had not borne me.'

"' am very proud, revengeful,
ambitious.."

What did that man want ?

Who are you, mister
and what's it to you ?

Well, the name's Colt.
Let's just say I'm interested.

You better ask Mr. Belasco.
I mind my own business.

"...my mother
had not borne me.'"

"I am very proud,
revengeful, ambitious..'

"...with more offenses at
my beck than I have words

"to put them in,
imagination to give them shape

"or time to act them in.

"What should such fellows as I do

crawling between
earth and heaven ?'

We are arrant knaves,
all.."

Sorry, no time to warn you.

Once more I'm in your debt.

- It could have killed me.
- Are you alright ?

Yes, thanks to Mr. Colt.

Mr. Booth !

- What happened ?
- An accident.

Someone was careless.

This was no accident.

The rope's been cut.

I think my business in Kentucky
can... be delayed, Mr. Belasco.

And now back to "Colt .45.."

And where were you at the time ?

Back there to keep
a pot of coffee warm ?

Did you see anybody up there ?

Mr. Colt means
in the fly galleries.

No, sir. Wasn't looking.

Mr. Belasco.

I couldn't find you
in your office

I've been looking all over
the place for you.

Did your search happen to take
you to the fly gallery ?

What business is that of yours ?

Mr. Colt has undertaken the task
of protecting Mr. Booth

during his stay here

'at my request, sir.'

Better hope he hasn't
bitten off more than he can chew.

I came to give you
our last warning.

Don't let that brother of
murdering John Wilkes Booth

perform tomorrow night.
And that's final.

Mr. Jameson..

...when the day arrives
that I have to take orders

from vigilantes

I myself shall close
this opera house.

Maybe we'll take care of that
job for you.

I'm, I'm sorry
to bother you, Mr. Belasco.

Oh, come right in, Paul.

Mr. Booth doesn't seem to be
about.

- Have you seen him ?
- Yes, he's in my office.

I had luncheon send in to him.

He's waiting there to meet you.

Oh, and Mr. Christopher Colt.

Mr. Ralston.

Well, Paul is our Laertes

and one of the pillars of
the Belasco stock company.

Another compliment like
that and I'll be asking for a raise.

Well, compliments are free.
Salary is something else again.

Come along, son.

Oh, if you want me
I'll be in my office.

I suppose, you're a lawman.

Not exactly.

I represent the Colt patent
firearms company

of Hartford, Connecticut.

Well, what's a Yankee
gun peddler doing

protecting one of them
murdering boze !

Too bad you interfered with that
sandbag. He had it coming.

Look, man, Edwin Booth
didn't kill the president.

You sound as though you had
a personal hatred toward him.

I was the sergeant in charge of
the honor guard

on the president's funeral train.

I saw the folks standing
in the towns

at the stations
...in the fields..

...bare-headed with their kids
beside them

waiting for that train to pass.

Waiting to pay their last
respects to Abe Lincoln.

How do you expect me to feel ?

Same way Abe Lincoln
would have felt.

I don't think
he'd blame Edwin Booth

for a crime
his brother committed.

"But till that time I do
receive your offered love like love.

And will not wrong it."

"I embrace it freely."

And will this brother's wager
frankly play.

Now the duel, Mr. Ralston

requires careful rehearsal.

I still can't believe that this
is the same man that

has thrilled audiences
with his richiedere recital of

Richard Ill, Julius Caesar.

He's not. Off stage he's still
his brother's ghost.

But come tomorrow night, he'll
emerge not John Wilks Booth

but Edwin Booth.

Then you'll know why they call
him the Prince of Plays.

Let's try it once... slowly.

- Come on, sir.
- Come, my lord.

One, two, three four..

One, two..

I'm sorry, Mr. Booth.

Are you badly hurt ?

Step aside, Paul.
Somebody call a doctor quickly !

Oh, no, no, no. It's merely a
scratch, no need for a doctor.

My foot slipped just as I lunged.

Well, Mr. Belasco,
as much as you like realism

we can't promise to repeat this
for the actual performance.

I certainly should hope not.

Mr. Belasco told you I'd be here

after the rehearsal was
finished, didn't he ?

Yeah, everybody's gone
but Mr. Belasco.

He's in his office.
Want me to take you ?

No, thanks.
It won't be necessary.

Mr. Colt ! Where are you ?
Mr. Colt !

Mr. Colt, I heard a shot.
Are you alright ?

What happened ?

You need new lantern.

Well, thank heaven,
at least they missed you.

Oh, I don't think
he was aiming at me.

He had to have been.

He was good enough shot
to hit that lantern

from outside the door.

- I hear a shot, sir.
- Yes, that's right.

I'd expect an ex-army sergeant
to recognize one.

Did you let anyone else
into this theater ?

No, sir. Absolutely not.

Well, go back to your door and
give a holler if you see anyone.

Mr. Colt, why should someone
fire at you

and deliberately try to miss.

A warning.

To mind my own business.

You didn't see who it was
of course.

No, that's why they shot
the light out.

He's well on his way by now with
four fire exits to choose from.

Take a look at this.

If my memory is correct,
that's the play

'that was being performed
the night'

'John Wilks Booth shot Lincoln.'

That's quite correct, Mr. Colt.

And Paul Ralston the young man
who slipped this afternoon

was one of the actors.

Do you think
they mean trouble, Chris ?

- I'll be back shortly.
- Good luck.

"O, what a rogue
and peasant slave am I !"

"Is it not monstrous
that this player here"

"But in a fiction,
in a dream of passion"

"Could force his soul
so to his own conceit'"

"That from her working
all the visage wann'd"

"Tears in his eyes,
distraction in's aspect"

"A broken voice"

"his whole function suiting
with forms to his conceit ?"

"And all for nothing !"

"For Hecuba !"

"What's Hecuba to him,
or he to her"

"that he should weep for her ?"

- 'What would he do..™
- You're right, Mr. Belasco.

He is the Prince of Plays.

"To be, or not to be

"that is the question.

"Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer

"the slings and arrows of
outrageous fortune.

"Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles'

and by opposing end them ?'

"To die..

"To sleep

"no more..

"And by a sleep to say we end'

"The heart-ache'

and the thousand natural shocks'

"that flesh is heir to.'"

"It is a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.'"

"To die, to sleep."

"To sleep perchance to dream."

"Ay, there's the rub."

"For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come"

"When we have shuffled off this
mortal coil, must give us pause."

"There's the respect that
makes calamity of so long life."

"For who would bear the
whips and scorns of time

"the oppressor's wrong,
the proud man's contumely

"the pangs of despised love,
the law's delay

"the insolence of office,
the spurns

"that patient merit
of the unworthy take

"when he himself
might his quietus make

"with a bare bodkin ?

"Who would fardels bear'

"" to grunt and sweat
under a weary life ?'

"" But that the dread of
something after death'

"" the undiscover'd country
from whose bourn'

no traveler returns'

puzzles the will'

and makes us rather bear
those ills we have'

"than fly to others
that we know not of ?"

Thus conscience
does make cowards of us all.”

Curtain ! Curtain !

Bring down the curtain !

Why did you have to interfere ?

If it hadn't been for you..

...you'd be dead, Mr. Booth.

Why, Mr. Ralston ?

I barely know you.

He was one of the young actors
on stage

the night your brother shot
the president, Mr. Booth.

Yes, and I could have got him !

But I let him escape.

The murderer of the man
who pardoned me.

You were pardoned, weren't you ?

Yes.

Well, it's clear now.

Your real name is Dickson.

I saw it in the Bible
I found in your trunk.

You're the young sentry
who was sentenced to death

during the war for sleeping
on guard duty.

It was your mother, wasn't it,
that went to the president

and begged for mercy ?

Yes, I'm that sentry.

And he saved my life.

I loved Abe Lincoln.

So did I, Mr. Ralston.

So did I.

Well, my dear, it's been good
having you.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Be well.

- Goodbye, Mr. Belasco.
- Goodbye, Mr. Colt.

Thanks to you there will be
no more trouble.

The citizens committee
has been disbanded.

This afternoon's paper is
running a full column

of apology to Mr. Booth
for their behavior.

So... that you saved Edwin
Booth's life will...

Will not be mentioned. Correct ?

Correct.

Goodbye again, Mr. Belasco.

Goodbye, sir.

Have a good trip.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir, my dear, au revoir.

Our next story takes place

in one of the strangest towns

I've ever seen.

Peaceful on the surface
but populated by

more outlaws than any town
in the west.

I hope that was an accident.

I expect you do.

If it was I'll take your apology.

And if it wasn't ?

Nobody sent for you.

And I'm getting real fond

of the idea of you going.

I came to do something

and I aim to stay till I do it.

Just watch out you don't stay
here till you're dead.

Look out, Tom !

Oh, you..

Hold it.

'Touch it and
you're a dead man.'

For excitement and suspense,
join us for "The Sanctuary."

♪ 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 ♪