All language subtitles for have gun will travel.s01e19. The High Graders.eng

I've been offered a dozen
good ways

to get myself killed
since I came to this town.

Now I'm going to make
a few offers myself.

It's hard to realize it,
Signore Paladin-

only last week he was fitting the same coat

and now he's dead.

He was my friend
for many years, Gino.

I'll miss him.

Of course, for Uncle Polo,
the trouble is over.

It is for Angela
that I worry now.

Polo's little girl?

Not so little, signor.

A young lady now.

Why should you worry
about her?

We are losing
the shop, signor.

You're losing
this shop?

Creditors- it's only
a matter of time.

The arms, signor,
raise it a little please.

Gino, your uncle
was a wealthy man.

Si, signor, until he got
into the mining business.

When a tailor
gets the gold bug,

he's a sick one
for sure.

I remember when your uncle
bought the Grail.

He paid $40,000 for it.

That's a lot of money, but...

Nothing compared to what
he put into it.

Always, signor, he was putting
good money after bad.

Until the time
of his death- a pauper.

Whoa, whoa.

I'm expecting
no one today.

Gino? Gino?

Well, Angela, what
are you doing here?

Gino, from out of the blue,
an offer for the mine.

I got it this morning.

From whom?

Papa's foreman.

He's interested
some men in buying it.

He says he thinks
he can sell it

for as much as
$20,000.

$20,000!

Mama mia! Salvation!

The deed must be here
with Papa's business papers.

Probably the locked drawer
of the desk. I'll...

Oh, Signore Paladin, scusa.

This is my cousin,
Signorina Angela De Marco.

Miss De Marco,
it's an honor.

Your father
was a friend.

Oh, he spoke of you so often,
Mr. Paladin.

You were his favorite client.

The one whose taste was beyond

reproach.

I know
you'll forgive this intrusion,

but you're selling the mine?

Of course.

Well, don't sell it too quickly,
Miss De Marco.

Your father had faith in it.

So much so, it killed him.

But if you sell it without
at least first investigating,

your father's death will have
gone for nothing.

What is there to investigate?

Well, the circumstances
of his death, for one thing.

What was he doing
down in that mine?

Are you suggesting
he was murdered?

No. I don't know enough
to suggest that.

But I will say

that the $20,000 offer makes me
want to know more.

Miss De Marco, give me one week.

One week to investigate
the operation of The Grail

and the circumstances
of your father's death.

If in that time,
I've uncovered nothing,

then go ahead, sell the mine.

Just how would you conduct
your investigation, Mr. Paladin?

If you are right,
fancy clothes

and pretty words won't stop
accidents.

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That's far enough, Mister.

If you say so.

I ain't seen you
around here before.

I ain't been around here before.

Are you looking for trouble?

No.

Right now, I'm
looking for a match.

Are you looking
for a cigar?

Yeah, I don't mind.

It's a nice-looking gun
you've got there.

Does the job.

Thanks.

Course, I could have drawn
on you

when you were lighting
that cigar.

You must be a stranger.

No one around here draws
on The Jockey.

I could light another match
if you'd like to try it.

No, thanks.

I've got other business today.

Just what do you want, Mister?

Work.

Well, try the Blue Eagle
about a mile back down the road.

I hear they're putting on men.

Well, what's wrong
with The Grail,

as long as I'm here?

That makes you a newcomer.

Well, there's a line

a mile long waiting
to get on at The Grail.

Signed up all the way back
to last April.

Oh?

Well, thanks.

Sure.

What did he want?

What do they all want?

Jack, you over
by the livery stable.

Tom, in front
of the blacksmith's shop.

Ed, around by the store,

and Pete, you better go
with him.

And remember, whatever you do,
don't let him draw.

I beg your pardon.

Did I interrupt
something?

That's a good way
to get yourself killed, Mister.

You know I've been offered
a dozen good ways

to get myself killed
since I came to this town?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a man
named Casey Bryan.

He's the foreman
of The Grail.

You a Grail man?

Well, if I were,
I'd probably know

where to find Bryan,
wouldn't I?

Try all the saloons.

He's got money enough
for drinking.

Ain't nothing
but Grail men

at the bars anymore.

The Grail seems to be
a hard place to get a job.

You try again tomorrow.

There's gonna be

a vacancy.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you very much, gentlemen.

All right, get in position,

but don't shoot
till I give the word.

I come for Hannah, Jockey.

I got first claim.

I just bought off
all claims, Morgan.

Show him, baby.

You Grail muckers think
you can buy anything.

Girl like Hannah likes
the finer things in life.

You can't handle that on
four bucks a day, Morgan.

Used to be enough.

It isn't now.

Why don't you Blue Eagle
gophers get smart?

The only thing

you're ever gonna
rate is our leftovers.

I'm taking
Hannah home.

You're gonna stop me?

That's just what we had in mind.

Now, Jockey...

how are things tonight?

Looks like the beginning of a busy evening.

You keep out of this, Mister.

This a personal fight
with The Grail.

That a fact?

Too bad you had such a long
waiting line this morning.

You want a job
at The Grail

that bad,
friend,

you got one,
starting

now.

You can have it
any way you want it, gentlemen.

I saw you out of the corner of my eye.

That was a
good draw.

Thanks.

I figure I shaded you
just a mite, though.

Well, as long as we weren't

facing each other,
it doesn't matter.

You're all right, Mister.

Anything you want,

anything The Jockey can ever
do for you,

you just name it.

Well, I already have.

What time do I report
to work in the morning?

Be there
at 6:00.

Thank you.

Come on, Hannah.

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Hold it!

Want a cave-in?

Hey, you taking

over here, Mister?

There's a pull here
at the tracks.

Looks like it's weakening.

Jim, get
some timber.

Hold that powder
until I say.

Can't recall seeing you
around here before.

Where you work?

Here, there.

I know about here,
but where's there?

Orofino, Bingham Canyon,
Big Bonanza.

You move around.

I just follow the gold.

I'm glad you saw this.

You seem to know your stuff.

It's the only way to stay alive.

I understand your boss

didn't.

You understand what?

I understand
your boss didn't know his stuff.

He got careless
around the dynamite.

It was just
an unfortunate accident.

Could have happened to anybody.

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Quitting time.

Everybody out.

Quitting time.

Everybody out.

Quitting time.

Everybody out.

Come on, get a move on.

Get moving.

You got gold on you?

Any gold?

How about you,
any gold?

Any gold on you?

You got any gold on you?

Small filling
in a back molar.

Get moving.

That's all?

What do you want, a bag?

Get moving.

Got any gold
on you, Reed?

Any gold on you?

Well, that's
some inspection.

Well, we have to
take precautions.

You never can tell when
some thievin' mucker

might try a
little high-grade.

I did not expect
to find you at The Grail,

working as a miner.

I didn't expect
to find you at all.

You almost gave me
away this morning.

Why did you come?

Because I've had another offer
from the syndicate

represented by Casey.

Casey?

Mr. Bryan-
Papa's foreman.

He wired just as soon
as you left San Francisco.

Offering to
increase the price

just as soon as you said
you'd like to wait a while.

Well, yes.

How did you know?

Because I've seen muckers
getting rich on a mine

that drove the owner
into bankruptcy.

You're being high-graded.

"High-graded"?

That's a polite word
for "stealing."

The miners take
the rich ore-

almost pure gold-
for themselves.

The low-grade ore-
they call it "company ore"-

that they load
into the cars.

That's impossible.

Casey- Mr. Bryan-

he personally
conducts an inspection

of the men every day.

I've seen
the inspection.

What are you implying?

I'm not
implying anything.

Here.

I'm stating flatly,

Mr. Bryan is not
to be trusted.

I trust him.

You don't know him.

Mr. Paladin, I know him
better than I know you.

Miss De Marco, you
don't know that man

as well as you
think you do.

Unless you can give me
definite proof,

I cannot believe
your wild accusations.

So, if you'll excuse me,

I have an engagement.

All right, Miss De Marco.

But we agreed I'd
be here for a week.

That means I still have
a few days to work.

And in the meantime, will
you keep this in mind:

If your father did
suspect something,

Mr. Bryan may very
well be the man

responsible for his death.

Jockey.

Hi, Casey.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Not now.

You got a job to do.

What's the trouble?

Your friend Paladin didn't
pay his employment fee.

Is that all?

Eh, probably
just slipped his mind.

I don't figure
it that way.

I saw him go into the
hotel and checked on him.

Hew went to Angela
De Marco's room.

A company spy.

You know what to do.

Get some of the boys
out of the saloon.

I will...
but just for an audience.

I ain't gonna need any help.

Hold it, Paladin.

Well, Jockey,
what's on your mind?

A little matter of $25.

What for?

Employment fee.

$25 a day.

Hand it over.

Well, I thought
I'd pay that to Bryan myself.

Give it to me.

I do his collecting.

That's fine.

Now you can die
with a clean slate.

What's the occasion?

A little party.

The kind we give
company spies.

You're a brave man, Jockey,
with that mob behind you.

This ain't no mob-
they're witnesses.

Witnesses to what?

To the fact that
you drew on me

and I killed you
in self-defense.

You sure this is what you want?

I saw you draw once, Paladin.

I figure I shaded you.

You ready?

Any time you say.

Fast... but not accurate.

Anybody figure he can do better?

See you tomorrow,
at The Grail.

Well, when your
father told me

what he paid for the mine,

I advised him to get
out as best he could.

I wish he'd taken
your advice-

he'd still be alive today.

That's very true.

But if the mine
is a bad investment,

why do these men wish to buy it?

Well, The Grail could be made
to show a profit,

if a great deal of money
were invested in new equipment,

and if it had
professional management.

With all due respect,
Miss Angela,

your father was an amateur
in this business.

I understand.

Really,
I hardly know what to do.

Well, because of you,
I feel a deep responsibility,

so I got the investors to agree

to a price of $30,000.

30,000?

But only if you'll
agree at once,

so they can begin
the new improvements.

$30,000, eh, Bryan?

Don't bother to rise.

$30,000 should just about cover
two months' profit.

$15,000 a month-

that's about what you're taking
out of The Grail, isn't it?

Mr. Paladin, what are you doing?

What are you doing?!

Well, I came to tell this man
he needs a new collector.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Of course you do.

You need somebody
to collect the $25 a day

you charge the miners
for the privilege

of stealing all
they can carry.

There are a lot of men working
in The Grail, Miss De Marco,

you figure it out.

It won't take him long
to get $30,000.

This man is insane.

Not at all.

Miss De Marco,
there's no group of investors.

Bryan is planning to
buy the mine for himself

with money he's
already stolen from you.

Miss Angela, there's one way we
can disprove all this nonsense.

How is that?

I can show you the actual
working shift in The Grail.

You can see
for yourself

there are no easy
riches there.

Well,
that is reasonable.

What do you say,
Mr. Paladin?

I don't like it.

Why not?

It seems to be
the perfect chance

to disprove, or prove,
your accusations.

I think Mr. Bryan
shows his innocence

by inviting me
to see the mine.

You show your innocence
by even considering it.

I don't know what you mean.

Your father got
the same invitation.

Mr. Bryan,
I accept your offer.

Thank you for your confidence,
Miss Angela.

Well, that leaves me
only one alternative.

You'll be short $25 tomorrow.

Miss De Marco, I quit.

Oh, this is the principle
ore vein.

It runs diagonally downward
through this rock strata here.

Well, it does
look as though

the vein is quite rich.

All that yellow's
showing through.

It's worthless.

The miner's call it
"fool's gold."

Oh, I didn't know.

Of course not.
Neither did your father.

Did he see this
part of the mine?

Yes. As a matter of fact,
it was very near here

he had
his unfortunate accident.

Oh, excuse me a minute.

Wha... what's that for?

Bryan!

Run! There's dynamite
back there! Run!

Run! Don't stand there!

There's dynamite
back there!

It's gonna blow!

He lit the fuse!

There's dynamite back there!

Run! Get out of here!

What was that?

It looks like your
friend, Mr. Bryan,

had an unfortunate
accident.

But the lapel,
Signore De Marco,

they're too wide.

Never. You must have
the Parisian slight wing

with a taper.

Signore Paladin.

Excuse me, signor.

Signore Paladin.

I have your suits ready.

I will get them.

Thank you.

Governor, it's an honor
to see you again, sir.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Paladin.

This is Governor Irwin.
Miss De Marco.

Miss De Marco.

Gino, you're breaking
His Excellency's trousers

above the shoes.

And the line here?

And the Parisian lapels

are much to extreme
for His Excellency.

Straight London
for him.

But Signore Paladin...

You're right,
of course.

I will take care of it
immediately.

Paladin, I wish I
had you around

to handle
legislature for me.

My congratulations,
Miss De Marco.

I read in the
financial pages

of your good luck in
the mining business.

Did you know that Miss
De Marco was a mine owner,

Mr. Paladin?

Without the help
of Mr. Paladin,

I'd have had nothing.

And his fee!

Exorbitant?

Hardly.

All he would take
is two suits a year...

for life.

It'll add up.

I expect to live a long time.