All language subtitles for 07 - The Night Of The Fugitives (11.08.1968)

( dramatic theme playing )

Irv.

Looks like your hunch
was right, Mr. West.

Look at this list.

Every 20 minutes, a known
member of the syndicate

goes in there with a bag.

Five minutes later,
he comes out empty-handed.

Norbert Plank in there?

Plank. The bookkeeper?

Right.
Yes, sir.

How many men do you figure
are in there?

Three or four.

I'm going in.

If I'm not out in two minutes,

Artemus Gordon's
at Fifth and Pier.

Thanks, Irv.

( grunts )

( punch lands )

PLANK:
Are you sure this is all of it?

MAN:
Yes, sir, Mr. Plank.

That's the lot.

PLANK:
It isn't nearly as much

as I expected.

I'm not quite sure
that our employer

is going to be satisfied
as easily as you.

But what can I do,
Mr. Plank?

Well, I suggest you go out
and find out what happened

to the rest of the money.

How can I do that?

Well, that's not
my problem, is it?

Now, get out of here.
I've got some work to do.

MAN:
Yes, sir.

Forget something?

Yeah, Norbert. I forgot you.

Now, you get up slowly, Norbert,

and you won't scream
as we walk out this door.

You're making
a considerable mistake.

You can't do this.

I'm doing it, Norbert.

WEST: What happened?
It's a trap.

( action theme playing )

Ooh! Ooh!

It's okay.
Good.

( upbeat western theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( piano being played )

( patrons laughing )

Welcome to the Diamond
Horseshoe, stranger.

Thank you, ma'am.
The sign outside says,

"Rhoda Ransom, prop."

That's me.
What's your pleasure?

Well, right now,
I'm looking for the sheriff.

Oh. That's him.

Joe Baggs.

Thank you.

Sheriff.
Joe, this is Mr....

Uh, West. James West.

He's here on business.

What's your poison, Mr. West?

Draw, five-card stud or--

Government business.

Are you a fed?

That's right.

Well, what do you want?

Him.

His name is Norbert Plank.

He's wanted for murder
in San Francisco,

and I had information
that he was in Epitaph.

Well, your information
is right, mister,

or at least it was.

That's him, isn't it?

It sure is.

He was around town
for a few days.

He just left his morning.

Took the early stage
for Ridge City.

Seemed to be in a hurry
to get out of town.

And looking at this,
I can see the reason why.

You hurry, you might be able
to catch him in Ridge City.

Thank you, sheriff.
My pleasure, Mr. West.

You better get word to the boss.
The feds are after Plank.

There was a fed named West
here looking for you.

Rhoda, my dear, your books
are in a deplorable state.

Deplorable.

Norbert.

I'll, uh, be glad to do
what I can

to straighten them out
while I'm here,

but, uh, you really should hire
a competent bookkeeper.

A man who knows
what he's doing.

Norbert, you've got
to get out of town.

I was sent here to hide out.

The orders I brought you
from our mutual employer

were that you were to give me
refuge and protection

from the law.

He didn't know
the federals were after you.

Rhoda, dear, do you know what
our employer will do to you

if you let anything
happen to me,

or must I tell you?

Good.

Now, as I was saying,
Rhoda, dear,

I'll be happy to, uh, straighten
out your accounts

as long as I'm in Epitaph.

And what if West comes back?

I am back.

Now, now, now, now...

Come on, Plank.
( whimpers )

It would be very easy
for me to kill you.

Drop your gun, amigo.

( gun hits floor )

MEXICAN:
Okay, señor.

I'll get Baggs.

WEST:
Stop him! Stop that man--!

( woman screams )

( grunts )

( women screaming )

( action theme playing )

RHODA:
The boss will be here
in the morning.

Let's let him decide
what to do with him.

Put him in jail tonight.

Who is this hombre,

this big boss
we work for, huh?

He's the big boss,
that's who.

GORDON:
Recognize him, colonel?

Mm-hm. David Desmond.

Right. More popularly known
as Diamond Dave.

Well, the man may be
a bit flamboyant, Gordon,

but he's a respected financier.

He's the head of the entire
territory-wide crime syndicate.

With the money made
from that operation,

he's just put it
into honest industries.

I know. I read about it
in the papers.

His, uh, last acquisition
was some mining company.

That's right.
Epitaph Mines Incorporated.

Yeah, that's it.

Which owns and controls
the town of Epitaph.

Well, so what?

Colonel, you think
it's just a coincidence

that the bookkeeper
for the entire syndicate

should use
the town of Epitaph

to hide out
from a murder charge?

You mean David Desmond
might be harboring

the bookkeeper
for the syndicate?

I don't mean might be,
I mean he is.

One Norbert Plank.

I don't believe it.

Jim's gone there to pick him up
on the murder charge.

That bookkeeper
and his books

are the key to smashing
the entire syndicate, colonel.

I see.

And you and Jim plan to grab
Plank before Desmond does?

Well, we're sure gonna try to.

I have a strange feeling
that, uh, ridiculous outfit

has something to do
with the whole thing.

Well, it certainly does.

And just who are you gonna be
this time?

An itinerant character I know
named Hallelujah Harry.

Hallelujah Harry's my name.

Saving's my game.

And from what I know
of Diamond Dave Desmond,

he's gonna need a lot of saving.

( dramatic theme playing )

( whirs )

Help! Somebody!

( mutters in foreign dialect )

( sighs )

Help!

Somebody! Help!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three...

Four.

Help! Help!

( muffled screams )
Save your breath

and save your life.

Now, give me
your other hand.

Now, put your shoes on.

And just how do you think

you're going
to get me out of town?

That's my worry.
Put those shoes on.

And worry you should,

because when Constable Baggs

discovers you've escaped
from his jail,

he and his men will block
every possible avenue of escape.

You will be, uh, trapped behind
enemy lines, so to speak.

I said put those shoes on.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, uh, if you, uh, think
the good people of Epitaph

will aid a federal agent
in the performance of his duty,

I advise you now
to forget it.

You see, Epitaph
is a company town,

and since the livelihood
of every miner and businessman

is dependent on the company

of which Constable Baggs
and I are employees,

they are not likely
to encourage displeasure

by aiding you in your attempt
to, uh, shall we say, kidnap me.

You are alone
in Epitaph, Mr. West.

Completely and utterly alone.

I get the picture.

And it doesn't dismay you?

No.

( rushing footsteps )

A couple of you
check the livery stable.

The rest of you come with me.
We got to see if Plank's okay.

Are you still
undismayed, Mr. West?

Ah--! Uh-- Uh--

( knock at door )

Plank, open the door.

Something's wrong.

Yeah. You better get Baggs.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( pounding on door )

MAN:
Plank! Plank! Open up!

All right,
break this door down.

Break it down!

Well, it looks like
West got him.

All right.
Now, you listen.

I want this town
bottled up so tight

that even a bug
couldn't get out of it.

If the boss finds out about
this, it'll mean our hide.

All right. Let's just
move out of here.

Monk!

Oh, yes, sir?
Get out there

and see what's holding up
that stage.

We'll never be in Epitaph
in the morning this way.

Bless you, brother!

Bless you, and peace!

Hallelujah Harry's the name,
saving souls is my game,

although I can tell
from the look of your face

that you are one of those sweet
people whose soul doesn't need

any prayer at all
to be saved,

which brings me
to the thought--

Perhaps you might be willing
to make a small contribution

to my missionary work
amongst the Hopahakis,

a deserving tribe
of our Indian brethren.

How about it, sir?

Care to make
a small contribution?

You want me to throw him out,
Mr. Desmond?

How about you,
Mr. Des--?

Desmond?

Say, now, hey, you wouldn't
happen to be--?

By golly, you are
Diamond Dave Desmond!

Why, your generosity's
absolutely legend, Mr. Desmond!

Legend.

Well, I like to help out
now and then, yes.

Oh, I tell you,
your goodness is equalled

only by your modesty.
Yes, sir, I tell you,

the Hopahaki's would be
eternally grateful to you

for any little thing
you might care to give them.

Well, fine. Fine.

( chuckles )

( laughs )

Now, who do you think
you're kidding?

I know all about you.

You're no more a preacher
than I am.

You're just a two-bit con man,
aren't you?

Yes, that's right. That's what--
That's what I am.

Fooling those
poor little suckers

with that contribution talk,
aren't you?

That's right.
That's right, Desmond.

Uh, no hard feelings, now.
No hard feelings.

MAN:
Yee-hoo!

The stage is coming,
Mr. Desmond.

Well, let's get going.
It's about time.

Oh, Mr. Desmond.
What is it?

Your stick pin. It's gone.

That's not all that's missing,
either, brother.

My watch.

And my wallet.

A man should have
more than one way

for bringing in the sheaves,
I always say.

Hey, you.
Come over here.

Well, sure.

Here you are.

I like you.

You got talent.

Well, thank you.

I like, uh,
talented people around me.

How would you like
to come to Epitaph?

Epitaph, brother?

That's something we all gotta
come to sooner or later.

Epitaph's a town I own.

It's got a nice
little church there.

No preacher.
How'd you like the job?

What do you mean,
have a congregation all my own?

A whole flock
for me to shepherd?

That's right.

Why, I tell you, it'd be
the answer to my prayer.

The answer to my prayer,
Mr. Desmond.

That's a higher calling--
Uh, what's it pay?

Forty percent of the take
out of the collections.

Seventy?

Forty.

Sixty.
Fifty.

It's a deal.
Let's go.

And bless you, brother.
Bless you.

Bless you. Yes, sir.
Hallelujah!

( dramatic theme playing )

Please, get away from here.

You don't know what can happen
to anyone who helps you.

MEXICAN:
Buenas noches, amigo.

Put him down.

Carefully.

BAGGS:
Come on, you guys!

Forget him.

MAN:
He's gotta be around here
somewhere.

( hissing )

( cat meows )

Shh.

( mewls )

( church bell tolls )

Stay down.

You move,
I'll blow your head off.

( meows )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Mr. West, please,

I want to help you.

I do.

Let's go to my room.
We can talk there.

We can talk right here.

All right.

Do you want to help me?

Yes.
Why?

Well, you, uh-- You need horses
to get out of town.

I can get them for you.

Why?

When a girl, uh,
does a favor,

she should get a favor.

Like they always say,
quid pro quo.

I didn't know
that's what they always said.

But what exactly is it
that you want?

Five minutes alone
with Norbert Plank

before you take him away.

Why would a girl like you

want five minutes
with a guy like him?

Oh, he's not such a bad guy.

As a matter of fact,
he's, um--

He's kind of sweet
after you get to know him.

The girl that got to know him
in San Francisco, he killed.

Look, uh, I-- I just want
to say goodbye to him.

How about it?

Let me put it
to you this way--

( pounding on door )

DESMOND: Open up!
Desmond.

Who?

Wait, wait.
What about Norbert Plank?

Rhoda, open up!

Mr. Desmond.
What the devil

is going on here?
Where's Baggs?

Sheriff Baggs has problems.

Go get him.
What problems?

It'll go down better
with a drink. Come on in.

( footsteps )

( thumping )

I sent Plank here
for you to keep an eye on,

and you let a fed steal him
right out from under your nose!

Why, I ought to...

If that fellow West gets him
back to San Francisco,

that little crumb
will never stop talking.

But what does he know?

Names, numbers, dates, places.

He knows enough
to put us away for 20 years.

You know that? Now, what did
he do with the books?

Books? What--? What--?
What books?

The company books!

I-- I-- I don't know.

Hey, don't look at me.

Come on.
We got to find him.

( footsteps )

Mr. Desmond.
Yeah?

( gunshots )

Okay, come on.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Get out of there! Get out!

Hey, peace, brothers.
Peace, peace.

Sure trying to get out.

Trying to get out
as fast as I can.

( horse whinnies )

Giddyup. Giddyup, there.
Come on. Giddyup, there.

Giddyup!

Come on.

Nice of you to drop in,
Mr. West.

I never did get an answer.

Quid pro quo, remember?

I do you a favor,

and you give me five minutes
alone with Plank.

It doesn't take five minutes
to say goodbye.

It does for me.

But it might take you that long
to convince Plank

to tell you where
the syndicate books are hidden.

Well, why would you
be interested

in such hot merchandise?

Insurance.

Against what?

Against the day
Desmond sees a woman

he likes better than me.

And knowing Dave, that could
happen at any given moment.

What about the diamonds
he's given you?

Isn't that insurance enough?

Oh, Desmond doesn't
give diamonds.

He just lends them.

When I go, they stay.
Unless...

You've got the syndicate books
to blackmail him with.

I-- I'm sorry,

but the federal government
has better use for those books.

No five minutes
alone with Norbert?

Not five seconds.

Goodbye.

Just a little precaution
against amorous drunks

wandering up
from the saloon,

or thieves with designs
on my jewelry.

Did you find him?
Not a thing.

RHODA:
Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help!

( screams )

Help! Help!

( screams )

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

( screams )

Help! Help!

Rhoda?
( Rhoda screaming )

Help!

Ah! Help! Help!

( upbeat theme playing )

Where is he, Mr. West?

WEST:
You're wasting your time,
Desmond.

I hope not. You see,
I'm a very patient man,

but I've learned
over a period of years

that it's a luxury
I cannot afford.

All evidence to the contrary.

I find that the race
is to the swift.

Oh, say, Mr. Desmond, I--

Have a seat.

Now, where is he, Mr. West?

How about me talking
to him, Mr. Desmond?

Uh, later, perhaps, Monk.

I have a proposition that
might interest Mr. West.

Plank is wanted for murder
in San Francisco.

What could the law
do to him there

that justice-loving men can't do
to him right here in Epitaph?

Now, you turn him over to me,

and I give you my word
that he'll pay for his crime.

That way you'll save yourself
a long and troublesome trip

back to California.

Even Plank's entitled
to a fair trial.

No problem. I promise you
that he'll have

a scrupulously fair hearing
before he's hanged.

Before that, you'll get
the books he's been keeping

for your organization.
No deal, Desmond.

Now, Mr. Desmond?

I'm gonna give these men
10 minutes to find him.

After that, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to use

more persuasive tactics.

All right, get going.

Now, you give them a hand,

and take this town apart
board by board if you have to.

Yes, Mr. Desmond.

where are you going, preacher?

( Gordon mumbles )

What?

I say as shepherd
of the flock,

I should go out
and join in the search

for a lost sheep.

Well, where's the church?

And there's the steeple.

Open the door.

One minute, Mr. West.

( suspenseful theme playing )

MAN:
Hey, Monk, how about the church?

Good idea, brothers,

but I already
saved you the trouble.

There's no one here.

There's, uh--
There's no one here, you know.

No one.

( sighs )

See? Told you there was
no one here, right?

You won't be upset
if I don't believe you.

Oh, you mean up there? I already
been up there. No one there.

Sure.

I really have been up there.

MEXICAN:
Hey, Monk!

The federale,
he escaped again.

What?

( door closes )

WEST:
Hi, Artie.

Jim!

I want to welcome you
to Epitaph.

Thank you very much.

We got to get Plank
out of here before it gets dark.

Yeah, we will. What about
the syndicate's books?

Did you get them?

I haven't had a chance
to talk to Plank about that yet.

Boy, you're getting more
absent-minded every day.

Look what you forgot
back there at the saloon, huh?

Oh. Thank you.
You're welcome.

It's a cinch he's got
them stashed somewhere.

Now, if you were a set of books,
where would you hide?

Dave, darling,
they're just not here.

Well, they're somewhere.

Come on.
We gotta find them.

( suspenseful theme playing )

DESMOND:
What were you doing up there?

Why, looking for you,
Brother Desmond,

like the good shepherd
that I am.

What for?

Why, to convey an idea to you
so monumental,

so cunning of design,
that I tell you

it has to be the handiwork
of some handmaiden of Satan's.

Listen, it occurred to me
that wherever West is hiding,

it's quite obvious
that he can see every move

you and your men make.

That's how he can stay a jump
ahead of you all the time.

So, what about that?

Well, suppose you gave him
the impression

that you'd given up,
you and your associates, huh?

All of you leave town,
like you believe

that he'd already gone out
of Epitaph with Brother Plank,

and you were deserting
the country

in order to avoid,
uh, arrest.

I-- I don't
get the point.

The point is a Trojan horse,
you danged fool.

Well, the point is the Maccabees
and the Romans.

You just leave Epitaph
long enough

to embolden West
to come out of hiding.

And the minute he does...

Then we grab him.
Right.

Why didn't one of you dummies
think of that?

Well, they ain't students
of history, brother.

Yeah. You're my kind of man,
preacher.

MAN:
I don't think so, Mr. Desmond.

That's him.

That's the sinner
that stole my wagon

just two miles from
the April Valley stage station.

Well, who are you?

Hallelujah Harry,
and that's the mug

that stole my wagon
just two miles

from the April Valley
stage station.

No, that's ridiculous.
I've had that wagon

for over six years.

That wagon
is two years old,

and if you don't believe me,

look at the year plate
under the step.

Well-- Well, there-- There--
There must--

There must be some kind
of mistake, then, that's all.

And you made it, brother.

Now I know why he didn't want us
to look into the church.

No, it was because, uh,

I been up there
looking myself, that's all.

Bring him along.

Hey. Now-- Now--
Now-- Now, you're maing a--

Go on, boy.

GORDON:
You're making an error,
all of you.

MONK:
Let's set fire to it,
Mr. Desmond.

Burn him out.

DESMOND:
And risk killing Plank

before we find out what he did
with the books? Don't be stupid.

No, we've got to think
of some other way.

All right, West,

I would prefer
to avoid bloodshed,

but I resort to it if I must.

Your colleague here
will be shot to death

before your very eyes

if you don't give up
in 60 seconds.

Do you hear me, West?

Sixty seconds.

Come on.

what are you doing?

Would you deny a condemned man
one last small pleasure?

Twenty seconds, West.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

( upbeat theme playing )

Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.
Let's go.

There I stood like an idiot
with a match in my hand,

and the page stayed
white and untouched

as the driven snow.

Blank.
Completely.

Well, naturally,
I was confused,

and then I remembered some
research I had done on Plank.

You know, before he became
a bookkeeper for the syndicate,

he was a sideshow attraction
in the P.T. Barnum circus.

A sideshow attraction?

Mm-hm. Memory expert,
you know.

Billed as
"The man who can't forget."

All the syndicate's records
were right up there.

Okay, then.
Yeah.

Rhoda would have been
terribly disappointed.

( laughs )
I'll bet.

( telegraph clicking )

How about that, Artie?

Desmond caught trying to cross
into Mexico with his gang.

Oh, that's fine, fine.

Artie.
Hm?

Uh, what's that?

Hm?

What's that?

Oh, uh, that's--

That's just some records
I took off of Plank.

Well, then Plank did
keep some records.

Well, yeah.
He kept some records.

Well, Artie, it's--
It's not like you

to withhold evidence.

"Louise Long,
Palace Hotel, Denver.

"Emma Anderson,
104 Post Street,

"San Francisco.

Rhoda Ransom,
Diamond Horseshoe, Epitaph."

Well, we can forget about her,
of course,

because she's been arrested.

These are the names
and addresses

of women all over
the country, Artie.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
I figured, you know,

if we get a couple hours off
and we're stuck somewhere...

Artie, you know, that's what
I like about working with you.

You're always thinking
about our future.

Oh, thank you, James.
That's real kind--

Uh, oh, uh, Jim, can I--?
Uh, can I have the--?

Ar-- Artie, let me hold it
for you.

No, no, no,
wait a minute.

I got plenty of room
in my pocket.

There's no need for you
to hold it--

It would be my pleasure.
I know,

once you get ahold of it,
that's the last I see of it.

I'm sure you've looked at it.
I have looked, but I...

( train whistle blows )

( upbeat theme playing )

( upbeat western theme playing )