All language subtitles for 10 Tales of Wells Fargo 2x10 - Man In The Box ENGLISHscr+12,5s

DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

JIM: Da-dot-da-dot-dot.
There it goes again.

The same old message
I've received a hundred times.

"Jim Hardie,

Washoe Hotel or Capitol Bar,

Washoe, Nevada.

Report Benson, Colfax,
immediately. Hopper."

Never can you, will you

or is it convenient
or anything like that.

No, just report.

Now, pronto, at once,

or quicker if possible.

If I was lying in my coffin,

I'd be expected
to jump up and report.

That's the way Wells Fargo
train their men.

910's about ready to pull out.

Might just make it
if you run for it.

They're all yours, Dixie.

You're kidding.

For what?

For nothing...

right now.

But I'll think of something

before I get back.

You're all probably wondering

why I pulled you off
the Stillwell chase.

Well, my wife figures
it's plain meanness,

on the count of you know
it's my wedding anniversary.

You know, I got to admit
I was a little curious

about the first 20 miles,
but after that,

I was so sore,
I didn't even care.

Darn near broke up my marriage.

Did you ever walk out
on your wife

on the first night
of your honeymoon?

No, but I walked out
on a pair of queens.

I'm sorry, men,

but this is urgent.

Yesterday, I received a tip-off

that train number three

was going to be held up today

between Rocky Ford
and Cash Creek.

I think this is the break
we've been waiting for.

Might be somebody's
playing a joke.

Well, I hope not.
Not after me

riding all night to get here.

What do you make of it, Hardie?

Don't make much of it.

I can't think before breakfast.

But...
But what, man?

Number three leaves
in exactly two hours.

We've got to decide
on a plan of action.

But you might have done

just what they'd hoped you'd do.

That's pull in your strength
out of the field,

leaving these outlying
areas unprotected.

Pull a robbery somewhere else
without being molested.

Maybe the Stillwells again.

You could be right.
I hope not.

What else you got moving today?

Well, the Bodie Stage
is carrying

a strongbox of bullion
to Carson City.

That's Chuck's territory.

Holdup men prefer payroll money

to gold or silver bullion.

It's easier to dispose of.

That reminds me,

the Sonora Stage is carrying

a large payroll for the mines.

Nah, but Todd Wilkshire's
riding shotgun.

I'm not worried
about that situation.

No, sir.

I think this tip-off
is on the level.

And you know why I think so?

Because it's written on
the back of a reward poster

offering a thousand
dollars for information

leading to the arrest
of the Stillwell gang.

I think somebody has his eye
on that reward money.

I think you're wrong.

Stillwells have never
operated in this area before.

And they're closer
than fleas on a dog's back.

You'll never get one of them

to turn against the other one.

BENSON: It wouldn't have
to be a Stillwell.

It could be someone
carrying a grudge.

Might even be another
gang for all I know,

trying to keep them out
of this territory.

I'm playing my hunch.

I want that train staked out

from cowcatcher to taillight.

Now, there are five of you.

If that's not enough,
hire some deputies.

We've got to teach those outlaws

it's not healthy to tamper
with Wells Fargo.

Hardie, you're in charge.

Do whatever
you think's necessary.

Are you gonna let
the regular shipment

go through?

Yes and no.

If we send through
a phonied-up box,

they're liable to get
their hands on it

and run for cover.

That'd make our search for them
all the more difficult.

I think we should send through

a legitimate-looking box
just in case.

It's gonna take a lot of cash

to make one of our boxes
look legitimate.

Well, if it results

in the capture of a holdup gang,

it would be well worth it.

Wells Fargo has
a reputation for safety

that must be maintained
at any cost.

Now, about the contents
of the box,

we'll send through the usual

non-negotiable securities,

bank drafts,
payroll vouchers, and so forth.

Along with that,
about $5,000 in small bills.

I'll wire the serial numbers
to every bank west of Denver.

With you men aboard and a strong
box full of marked currency,

I think we have
a foolproof set-up.

Have you got a combination car
on a siding anywhere,

one we use for baggage
and horses?

I think so. Why?

I think we'd better
take the horses with us.

Good idea.
Anything else?

BEN: Yeah.

I got a little something
here for my wife.

It's an engagement ring.

I'd like it to go in the box

so she'll be sure and get it.

Hey, you're married.

A little late for
an engagement ring, isn't it?

Shucks, things sort
of happened so quick,

we didn't have time
to get engaged.

Ain't it a beaut?

I found a nugget when
I was prospecting once.

That's how I feel
about Cora Mae.

She's a real nugget.

Thought that was
kind of symbolic,

if you know what I mean.

You sure you wanna risk
it this trip, Ben?

BEN: Well, heck, yes.
Ain't nothing gonna happen

to that box with us aboard.

I may not get home for days,

and a ring will kind
of keep Cora Mae

full of love until I get there.

All right.

You put the address on it,
I'll send it.

The rest is up to you, Hardie.

We're gonna need two men
on that combination car.

That'll be Chuck and Frank.

Chuck, you stay with the horses.

Frank, you dress up
in the baggage clerk's clothes.

Ben, I think the safest place
for a newlywed

would be inside the rear door

on the rear coach looking back.

Lenny, you'll ride up

with the engineer
looking forward.

I'll be in the coaches
just looking.

I'll try to be
wherever I'm needed.

I don't think it's necessary
for me to tell you men

if we do get in trouble
and you have to shoot,

shoot straight.

We don't want any
innocent people getting hurt.

I'll see you after breakfast.

How does it look?

Quiet and peaceful

as a Wednesday night
prayer meeting.

Did you check the washroom?

Yup.

See anything suspicious?

Not a thing.

How far is it to Rocky Ford?

Two hours and fifteen minutes.

Is that a regular stop?

Only when we're flagged.

Looks like we've been flagged.

Yup.

Hello.

You're new on this run.

Yeah. Browning's
in the hospital.

Oh, that's too bad.

But he's getting along in years.

We all got to go sometime

like this guy here.

I'll be seeing you.

Conductor.

Be with you in a minute.

Could I have
your tickets, ma'am?

What?

Your tickets, please.

Oh, oh, yes.

Thank you.

You ever see her before?

A couple of days ago,

came up here when she got word

of her son's death.

Real broken up, she seems.

Are there any more stops

between here and Cash Rock?

Not unless we hit something,

which isn't often.

Is it flat country all the way?

Mostly.

We hit a pretty good grade here

near Sentinel Rock.

It's about halfway.

What's your speed
going up that grade?

Oh, about that
of a good surrey trotter.

You carry a gun?

Nope.

I just run this train.

I ain't hired to defend her.

I'd better go check on the boys.

For the 13th time.

Everything all right?

Just fine.

We're slowing down.

We've hit
the Sentinel Rock grade.

Hello, ma'am.

I don't understand.

My son's body

was put on at Rocky Ford.

Oh, it's right through
that door, ma'am.

This is a combination car
we put on special

when we carry horses.

Are you expecting trouble?

Yes, ma'am.

And I don't mind telling you,

we're ready for it.

It's good to know

the train's so well-protected.

May I go through?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Over boys.
That's the way.

Sweet.

Can I help you, ma'am?

I just wanted to make sure

everything was all right.

A relative of yours?

My son.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Open up, Sonny.

What took you so long?

Never mind that now.
Tie him up.

The whole train's loaded
with railroad detectives.

We haven't got time.

We're coming
to the pine where Dad's

gonna pick up the box.

What makes you think
there's detectives aboard?

They got horses
in there for a posse,

and Jim Hardie's
riding in the coach.

Well, maybe we don't leave
Mr. Hardie no horses.

Anybody watching them?

A cowpoke with a shotgun.

Oh, we'll give him

what you gave the baggage man.

Come on.

Did you find everything
all right, ma'am?

Oh, fine, thank you.

Oh, have you any idea
how long it will be

before we get to Cedar Junction?

Well, I couldn't say
for sure, ma'am,

but I'd guess about...

The minute I stop the train,

make a run for it,

and leave one horse with you.

Let's go forward!

Well, they got the strongbox.

A foolproof trap,
the perfect set-up.

Yeah, for the Stillwells.

JIM: For weeks,
we sat around Benson's office

waiting for some
of the marked money to show up.

And when it did,

it kind of knocked us
for a loop,

because it showed up
in four different places

all at the same time.

Come in.

Oh, thank you.

Look at this,

Auburn, Carson City,

Ely, Washoe.

Looks like the Stillwells
have split up.

Old Man Stillwell
is getting foxy.

He knows we've got to
split our forces, too.

If it's all the same to you,
Mr. Benson,

I'd like to go back to Washoe

and see if I won that pot.

That's fine with me, Jim.

Ben, you go for Auburn.

Chuck, take Carson City.

Lenny, go for Ely.

I don't think Frank's

in any condition to travel.

All right.
Get a move on,

all of you.

Confound it!
Every time I get

a winning hand, I have to go.

Who turned this money in?

Most of it came
from business concerns.

The livery stable,

the restaurant,

the Capitol Bar,

and a girl named Dixie Lane.

She's from there, too.

Dixie?

She must be saving up
for a rainy day.

Let me know if any more
of it comes in.

You can find me
at the Capitol Bar

of the Washoe hotel.

I sure will.

Thanks again.
You're welcome.

Well, look who's here.

Hello, Dixie.

What kept you away so long?

Business, strictly business.

Yeah, I bet.

Red-headed business.

Oh, it wasn't, either.

When you gonna stop
playing around, Jim,

and settle down?

Whenever you say the word.

What are you drinking?

The usual.

Two beers.

You know, I think
you're a little bit

too late, mister.

I just got myself engaged
while you were gone.

You're kidding.

You can't do that.

It's not fair
to all the customers.

Well, just the same, I did it.

Look at that.

That's about
the prettiest ring I ever saw.

Who gave it to you?

Oh, you wouldn't know him.

He just came into these
parts a few days ago.

His name's Johnny Parsons.

Well, he must be a nice fella.

When'll I get
a chance to meet him?

You will, Mr. Hardie.

Johnny.

Do you know
Mr. Hardie?

His name's not Johnny.

It's Sonny Stillwell,

robber, highwayman, gunman.

Johnny!

You killed him, Jim!

You killed him.

Well, a day for
those papers to circulate,

a day for travel,
we ought to be hearing

from the Stillwells
sometime this afternoon.

You don't honestly believe

the whole family's gonna ride in

and claim that body, do you?

No.

They're a proud lot,

and if what I hear
about 'em's true,

they're not gonna
let one of their own kin

go unclaimed
to a pauper's grave.

They're gonna send somebody in
to claim this body.

And that one person's
gonna lead us

to the rest of them.

Where's Ben and Frank?

Out in back with the horses.

Lenny and Chuck?

Out in the street.

Here comes Lenny now.

There's a spring wagon
coming down the street,

a girl driving.

She's looking for this place,

judging from the way
she's reading the signs.

We're all set.

You know what to do?

Sure thing.

Something I can do
for you, ma'am?

I read in the paper
you were holding

the body of Johnny Parsons.

Is that right?
That's right, ma'am.

Well, I'm his sister.

I'd like to claim the body.

Well, you pay me $70
for the expense,

and he's all yours.

Oh.

May I see him first, please?

Sure thing.

Lid isn't fastened down yet.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll back my wagon up
to the door.

All right.

Gonna let her
get away with that?

For the time being.

Come on, let's mount up.

Where's Jim?

In the box.

Get going.

Artie!

It's me!

Artie!

Pa!

It's too bad you're not
an old lady, Miss Stillwell.

You wouldn't have so long
to stay in prison.

JIM: Pa Stillwell
and his favorite son Art

ended up with Sonny
in the potter's field.

And Sissy will probably wind up
with a five-year sentence,

which means about three

with time off for good behavior.

With the description
Sissy Stillwell

gave us of Mike Finley,
her jilted boyfriend,

we'll soon mark this one closed.

Wire for you,
Mr. Benson.

Oh, thank you.

So it was the old lady, huh?

Oh, yeah,
only she wasn't so old.

Fact, she's just about
the right age,

for marriage, I mean.

Listen to this.

They picked up Finley
when he came

to collect the reward.

Well done, boys.

Well done.