All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West S03E06 The Night of the Samurai 1080p PLUT WEB-DL AAC2 0 H 264-FFG_track3_[eng]

San Francisco gets worse
every day.

- We're late.
- Ever occur to you

that was the big idea?

Right.

Prince Shinosuke regrettably
is put to the unpleasant duty

of reminding you, as State
Department representative,

over 30 years ago
your Admiral Perry borrowed,

without consent,

the Sword of Celestial Worth
from our people.

Now, after bitter years
of delay,

you place it within our grasp,
and then, sadly,

permit it to be stolen again.

Please to inform
his royal highness that--

Prince Shinosuke reminds this
worthless one that his vessel

sails with tomorrow's tide.

And if his august majesty should
return to Japanese soil

with the bitter taste of failure
in his mouth,

and without the venerated
Sword of Kuniyoshi

to lay at the feet
of the emperor...

Each honor-bound
to commit seppuku.

Hara-kiri.

West, Gordon, listen to me.

That'll be all, Reiko.

Nata Noakare.
I don't suppose that means

anything to you, does it?

"Bidding of
the polite farewell."

Hm, yes. Yes, that's roughly
the meaning of the phrase.

It also happens to be the name
of a fanatical,

highly-placed palace group--
one of the number

which is forever jockeying
for power in Japan.

The kind of, uh, "polite
farewell" they have in mind

is the complete elimination
of every shred of influence

America has managed
to acquire in Japan.

Then I take it the return
of the sword is more than

an act of reparation
on our part.

Most certainly.
It was also designed

to strengthen the hand
of a good, progressive emperor,

who wishes us well.

Gentlemen, the prince's ship
sails with tomorrow's tide.

I most earnestly hope
that you have seen to it

that he also has the Sword
of Kuniyoshi by then.

- Could Reiko help, perhaps?
- Oh, Reiko didn't leave

when she was dismissed
by Mr. Finsbury, did she?

Reiko most earnestly desired
to be of assistance.

Please forgive.

All right, if you'd like to be
helpful, just, uh, give us

the name of the character
who stole the sword.

I do not know, Mr. Gordon.

He must--must have been
a ta-tsu-jin.

Ta-tsu-jin.
Master of the Samurai Sword?

It is my belief
he must have been.

Of course.

There can't be too may men that
could master the Hokkaido grip.

Please, Mr. Gordon--
could Reiko help?

Reiko, my charming
little lotus blossom

adrift on moon-drenched waters,

I have a feeling
you already have.

Set.

Oh--oh, Señor, Señor,
I am desolate.

Please, do me the honor to
forgive me for my clumsiness,

that I bump into you.
- Of course.

And, uh, the devil himself
has entered into a pact

with my cigar,
to keep it unlighted.

Do you--ah!

Where you on your way
to, Artie?

Down the lengths
of the Barbary Coast,

see if I can attract
some lightning.

Señor, I am forever
in your debt.

Pleasure.

No, no--by all the scars
of Saint Maurice himself,

no, no, no!

Now, look-- there are 16 cuts
permissible

to the true samurai.

In some extraordinary fashion,

you are managing to dishonor
every one of them.

Your sword isn't your enemy.
It's your loved one.

You caress it, like so.

Hyah!

Hai, hai, hai, hai.

It's good to see you, Jim,
but you haven't been practicing.

Your balance is off
by a good inch.

I know, and
I'm properly ashamed.

How's the vintage?
- Oh, they're not bad at all.

'Course, there isn't one of them
you couldn't take blindfolded.

I have the feeling

you're not here
for a refresher course, Jim.

You're right.

You know this grip?

The Hokkaido grip.

Somebody tried to use
the seventh cut on me.

Would you know of anyone
that uses it?

I do indeed.

For the past year I've been
teaching it to all my students.

Should I take over now,
Master?

Oh, yes, Aki.

Have them work up a sweat
with parries and lunges.

Who's the instructor?

Oh, Aki Sargevitch...
uh, Eurasian, I believe.

He arrived in town
only a week ago.

He's a marvelous teacher.

I should have
introduced you to him.

Like to meet him.

Unh!

Your dagger?

"Was" would be more accurate.

I wouldn't dream of taking it
back from the gentleman.

It must be embarrassing having
a dead body on your doorstep.

Dead body?

What dead body?

I must say, you keep
a very tidy charnel house.

Extraordinary. I suddenly
realize that you

are repelled by death.

Almost as much as
you're fascinated by it.

Indeed I am.

By its glory
and majesty, sir.

By its healing power
that eventually cures

the most stubborn of ailments.

By its unhurried wisdom

that solves all problems
in time.

Why, with its help,

I shall even accomplish
the greatest miracle of all--

reduce this mountain of flesh.

Won't you honor my humble parlor
with your presence, Mr. West?

- Flattered you know my name.
- And why should I not?

In many quarters you are not
without a certain

measure of fame.

I, on the other hand,
am nobody--

merely Hannibal Egloff,

general manager of the Aryan
Pacific Trading Company.

Rather a tacky pair of beasties,
aren't they?

Well, certainly not up
to the standard of your, um,

other pleasures.

But the little darlings
serve a most useful purpose.

They've been designed to launch
into their dreary chirping

and warbling only
at the approach of visitors.

I find their warning most--
- For some reason,

I get the impression
that you were expecting me.

Mr. West,
there are some men in the world

who are like crossroads,
like me.

Everyone comes to fat old
Hannibal sooner or later.

And what is it that
fat old Hannibal wants?

To serve, Mr. West,
simply that.

There is a certain article of
great value you're looking for.

I can put you in touch with it.

For a fee, I suppose.

A pittance--$25,000.

And, uh, after I deliver this,
uh, pittance to you?

Then I fulfill
my share of the bargain

by putting you in touch with...

the Dutchman.

So it's the Dutchman that I'll
have to do business with.

Who else would dare to pit
himself against

the formidable might of
the United States government,

and the even more
formidable might

of the Barbary Coast
underworld?

How much will
the Dutchman want?

I wouldn't dream of presuming
to speak for him

on matters of money.

But we may confidently assume
that his price will be...

substantial.

When and where?

"Festina lente,"
as the Latins say, Mr. West.

"Make haste, slow."

Thank you.

As you may know, the Dutchman
is one of the faceless ones.

One does not meet him as one
meets the queen of England

or the emperor of China.

A trusted middleman negotiates
a brief interview,

and one is rather circuitously
conveyed into his presence,

say, at 2:00 this morning

at the old ship chandelier
on Sausalito beach?

I'll be there.

A small reminder,
my friend.

Before the meeting
with the Dutchman,

I will expect a messenger
from you, with my fee.

How does the Dutchman know
I won't set a trap?

Mr. West,

you are undoubtedly brave
and resourceful,

but you do not strike me
as a man

who has lost all desire to live.

Nina Candida
!

I'm not Nina Candida,
whoever she is.

Oh, the years
have blessed you, Nina.

You're more beautiful than ever.

Sanctify me with a kiss.

Listen, you.
My name is Madam Moustache.

Now either drink up
or ship out.

Ah, please to give me a bottle
of your best, and two glasses.

One glass. I don't drink
with customers.

Oh, Nina,
I am desolated by that,

but the other glass
is for my friend here.

Your friend
doesn't talk much.

My friend is a doer.
He's not a talker.

Nina, shall I tell you something
about my friend here?

My friend here is
gonna make me rich.

I tell you, I have--
you--

Do you know what I have
in here?

Eh, well, you want me
to tell you?

Don't bother.
You've been up and down the stem

half the night trying
to peddle that pig-sticker.

You mean you know about
the Sword of Kuniyoshi? Huh.

I think he wants you to hand
over your package

before his knife
accidentally slips.

Your friend won't be needing
his drink anymore.

True, Nina Candida
.

Let us share it, then,

as we have shared
so many golden memories.

There is a real
Sword of Kuniyoshi, of course?

Of course, and I'm told that
if one had such an article

and was looking for a buyer,

there would be no better place
to find one

than in this restful, blessed,
glorious place of yours.

The gentleman would like
to go, um, sightseeing.

Thank you very much, Nina.

To that magnificent moment

when once again I will be gazing
into the eyes.

Oh, Nina Candida--oh, mm.
Beautiful.

Reiko, what are you doing,
following this worthless one?

Come on.

Why are you crying?

Because you and Mr. Gordon
have been so good to me,

and now because some
of my countrymen

have taken the divine Blade
of Kuniyoshi away from you,

you're forced into the dangerous
task of trying to recover it.

You mean you've
been following me

to see that nothing
happens to me?

I'm touched, Reiko.

Please take this, Mr. West.

It is a small blade,

but in Japan, we call it...

...
"kiss of a friend."

Now, Reiko, if you really
wanna help me,

you won't follow me anymore.
- Oh, please to let Reiko stay.

Absolutely not.
You've got to go.

Reiko, it looks like
you're to stay after all.

I told the fat one that you
were to come here alone.

Didn't he tell you?

As a matter of fact, the fat
one did say something about

coming alone, but my--my friend
here dropped in unexpectedly.

But she's ready to leave now.

No. Now that she's here,
she will stay.

She serves my purposes
very well.

Well, not that
it makes any difference,

but just exactly what is it
that you have in mind?

My price is for
the return of the sword--

$1 million in negotiable
United States securities.

Uh, the fat man said that
your price would be substantial.

Naturally, you are
bound to be assured

that the sword is genuine.

That is where
your friend comes in.

I'm told that a blade
that is keen enough

and is wielded by a sure hand

can perform
a decapitation so deft

that the victim herself
is not immediately aware

of what has happened.

Like so.

Don't waste
your time talking to a chair.

I'm in here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Up one alley, down the other,
in, out, over buildings

What are you trying to do,

make a fool out of me?

- Uh, we--we are here.
- Here? Where's here?

You're in the middle
of an alley, a filthy alley,

that's all. Now listen,
you little, no-good--

Oh!

I prefer not to have
any witness around

for our little transaction.

I thought we already had one.

We're gonna have another?
- I think perhaps yes.

I'm assured by someone
whose judgment I trust

that you very likely have
a certain sword I want.

I, in turn, have money
to pay for it.

Will you double the privacy
of my rickshaw?

Please--of what extraction
are you, if one may ask?

Why, I'm Portuguese,
of course.

Ah, so. Like ours,
a great seafaring nation.

Oh, the greatest--if you will
forgive me for saying so.

Throughout history, we have been
experts on the sea,

beautiful women...

and the value of a dollar.

Ah, you see, so now
we are negotiating.

I've been told that
you have in your possession

the Sword of Kuniyoshi.

I'm listening.

You will bring it to me
at this same spot,

7:00 tomorrow morning?

I'm still listening.

At that time, I will pay you
25,000 gold dollars.

I--I--I'm sorry,
I--I couldn't hear you.

Even though I was listening,
you understand me,

because the sword, which I
do not even admit to have,

is certainly worth
a great deal more than that.

Very true, but you see, I only
want to borrow the sword

for the space of 15 minutes.
- Only 15 minutes?

After that, it will be yours
to sell again

for whatever
the market will bring.

It is to be used in an ancient
samurai purification ritual,

which would hold
no meaning for you.

Is it agreed?

A word of caution--

bring me the true sword

and I will pay you.

Bring me an imitation,

and I will use it to cut off
your head.

Dutchman,
are you still here?

Here, and waiting
for your return.

You are a violent man,
Mr. West.

I am afraid I'm going to have to
return your violence.

An eye for an eye,
as The Book says.

Ha, not your eye, of course.

I still have to do business
with you--

but the girl's.

Ah, that prospect offends
your delicate sensibilities,

doesn't it?
- Well, if that's the way

it has to be, all right.

But, uh, one last favor
before you harm the girl.

What favor do you want?

May I have one last kiss?

How charmingly sentimental.
Let Mr. West have the last kiss

he or anyone else will ever
want from the girl.

The kiss of a friend.

Enough! My stomach
is sufficiently turned.

Don't move, Dutchman.

Relax. Do as Mr. West says.

I believe this is what is called
a Mexican standoff, is it not?

Is it? I've got this gun
pointing at you.

True, but my men now have
their guns on you,

and on the charming girl.

You're right--
it's a Mexican standoff.

I have given you your own way
in this matter, Mr. West.

Now listen to me.

$1 million in gilt-edged
securities.

You will bring them to me
at the Portuguese wharf

in two hours exactly.

And you had better come alone.

Well...

so much
for the $1 million.

And so much for the trail.

Artie, it wouldn't hurt
your feelings

if I asked you to run a test
on that, would it?

Oh, not at all.
It's a good idea.

Check--one triple play,
coming up.

I pass the securities
on to the Dutchman,

who happily turns over
the sword to us.

And then you take it to Saigo
and find out why

he wants that sword
for 15 minutes.

Good idea.

You know something?
That ought to be

standard equipment in every
railroad car in America.

West, did you bring
what the Dutchman told you?

Yeah.

You have what I want?

Hand over the bag.

You hand over the sword first.

Thank you, Mr. West, for your
most splendid cooperation.

I hope my men will try to make
you feel welcome in return.

Bring me the suitcase.

Jim!

Overhead!

It's in there.
Let's check this first, Artie.

Oh.

Phony.

How do you like that? Phony!

Artie, so are our bonds.

Oh.

You can't trust anybody
these days.

I think I know
where this leads to.

Lead on.

Gentleman, you have wounded me
to the heart.

Make a note of that, Artie.

From one in my profession,
yes, I--I would not be shocked

to have worthless securities
foisted on me.

But from the official
representative

of the United States
government--really.

- You made a terrible Dutchman.
- Now you're joking.

I thought I carried
the masquerade off

rather splendidly.

You see, you never remembered
to send me my fee,

and my funds were running low.

What do you think the
Dutchman'll do when he finds out

you've been using
his fine old name

to try to feather
your own nest?

Gentleman, I implore you.

You see before you
the last of the Egloffs.

Breathe one word of this
unfortunate transaction

and the House of Egloff
dies out.

All right, we'll keep
our mouths shut.

You'll hand over that sword.

But I haven't got it.

That's your problem.

A mutual problem,

if you still wish to regain
this Sword of Kuniyoshi.

Does the Dutchman
have the sword?

Dear sirs, I haven't
the remotest idea.

Who is he?

Gentleman,
if I told you that--

If you don't, your masquerade
will be common gossip

all over the San Francisco docks
within the hour.

Oh, you--you wouldn't.

Yes, I--I can see you would.

I fear that you have me.

Gentlemen,
the key to the Dutchman.

You think I panic so easily, gentlemen?

Now that you two are
about to have

an unfortunate fatal accident,

the Dutchman need never know
about my little prank, need he?

Make a note of that, Jim.

Ah, another unexpected
visitor.

Excuse me while I get rid
of whoever it is.

Oh! Unh!

- Bomb, Artie.
- Obviously.

Better get rid of it
before it goes off.

Artie, if we can't get rid
of the bomb, let's just leave.

I love the idea.

They sound peevish.
You got any more bright ideas?

As it happens, I do, Artie.

Follow me.

No, nothing.

You trying to tell me
that's the one?

The sword.

Yes, Your Highness,
it is the authentic sword.

But to be absolutely certain,
one should test it in a fight.

You're the Dutchman, Gideon.

Jim, that doesn't seem
to surprise you.

Why does it trouble you?

It troubles me, Gideon,
because you were my friend.

Friend? That is your word,
not mine.

A word which epitomizes
this flabby,

self-indulgent country of ours.

America is dead, old friend,
morally dead.

Only the feudal warlords of Asia
still understand

that even oceans of blood
are to be preferred

to a national existence without
rectitude and discipline.

For this country,
there is no hope any longer.

But if, by the right use
of power,

I can force a return
to the old ways in Japan...

You can't force a return,
Gideon, you're an outsider.

Not openly,
but in the coming rebellion,

by backing the winner...

I'll take the sword now.

Gideon, you know I'm not gonna
let you take the sword.

You really believe that
you're ready to take me on?

I don't know if I can take you
on or not, Gideon,

but I had a good teacher,
probably the best.

What about your students?

I can promise you they will
not add their weight of numbers

until I have finished with you.

Nothing could be fairer
than that.

Hah!

Aah!

So you win after all.

So be it.

But I still say your balance
is off by a--

So the final truth,

and the final masquerader:

the demure, concerned
daughter of Japan.

Reiko, it was a pose all along,
wasn't it?

Some of it was.
Some of it was not.

My love for Falconer,

our dreams of the power
we were going to exercise...

those were real.

You killed Hannibal?

Of course.

He was just
a fat, bloated slug.

Why should I have given
second thought?

Those tears I saw
in your eyes once--

were they real?

As to that,

you will never know.

His august majesty desires me
to acquaint you with reasons

why this unworthy servant
attempted

to lay contemptible fingers

upon the Divine Blade
of Kuniyoshi

Reasons being, briefly, greed.

Kimberley diamond mines.

That's gotta be
a half a million dollars.

Respectful correction--
closer to three-quarters million

in American money.

I return to Japan to receive
richly merited punishment

for what I have done.

His august majesty desires you
to believe that his existence

has been, uh, enriched
by your acquaintance.

Remarkable people,
those Japanese.

Oh, yes. And you know,
their manners are so beautiful.

Yep.

Deign to enter this most
unworthy abode, whoever you are.

Uh, how may we exalt ourselves
so that, uh, we may serve you?

You two feel all right?

I'm looking for
a State Department guy.

They told me he needed
an interpreter.