All language subtitles for -S5-E37-

Is that supposed to
be a boat or what?

It is a boat.

Don't look much like one.

Well, an artist paints not
what he sees but what he is.

You mean you see
yourself as a boat?

Colors nice, but, uh...

Yes, Hey Boy?

Why don't you paint
something everybody knows?

Like what?

Like a boat.

I read.

"Gold Shipment Troubles.

"Crystal Lake,
Oregon, July 6, 1876.

"Hope has been abandoned

"for early recovery
of $20,000 in gold

bullion lying on the
bottom of Crystal Lake,

"it is announced by the Baron
Insurance Company today.

"Although, the box contained the
bullion can be seen in the clear water,

"the depth of the lake make
it impossible to retrieve it.

"Bartons have
sent to Baltimore for

deep-sea drivers who
are en route over land.

Gold was thrown off stage coach
during a hold-up attempt two weeks ago."

Hmm.

What are you looking for?

- A card.
- Here.

Mr. Barton, I realize
there's nothing on that card

that particularly qualifies
me for this kind of work.

Well, we've sent
east for divers.

At considerable
expense, I imagine.

Plenty.

If I can do the same
work for half the price,

you'll be satisfied, won't you?

I'd be delighted, but the
trouble of that is you can't do it.

Can you head the divers off?

Oh, I suppose I could.

I could telegraph Chicago
and have them stop.

Why don't you do it?

Let me tell you
something, Paladin.

Every fortune
hunter in the territory

has had a crack at getting
that gold up out of that lake.

What makes you think
you can do any better?

Mr. Barton, my
partner is a genius.

Oh? Who is he?

A fellow named
Leonardo da Vinci.

Da Vinci? I thought
he was a painter.

Inventor as well.

He had an idea that if a man took
a goatskin full of air down with him,

he could breathe underwater.

Did he ever try it?

Not to my knowledge.

What other fine
ideas does he have?

Well, he had a design for
a boat that went underwater

and a machine that
flew through the air.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I think I'll
wait for the divers.

You're making a bad
mistake, Mr. Barton.

I could you save
you a lot of money.

Think that fella in
black's nosing around.

All right.

I'll give you a crack at it.

I'll give you two days.

All right. That's enough.

Now, you tell me
where the gold is?

There's an old man that fishes
the north shore of the lake.

Name's Jonas Quincy.
He'll show you where it is.

And, Paladin, don't
turn your back on him.

Oh? Why?

He's as big a lunatic as
that friend of yours da Vinci.

Your name Jonas?

You doing any good?

Barton at the
insurance office told me

you might be able to
tell me where the gold is.

Next one goes in my fishing hole is
gonna get a shotgun blast in the back.

That where the gold
is, in your fishing hole?

There's a fish in that
hole is what there is.

A fish like you or me or nobody
else in this world ever seed before.

Now, you just take heed, Mister.

I ain't a patient man,
but I been pushed.

Ever since the day that
gold went over the side,

the folks have been
swarming around this lake,

and churning up the water
and scaring all the fish.

Well, I have had enough, Mister.

I've had enough.

Now, if that ain't clear,
I'll make it clearer.

What in blazes you up to?

You stay away from my
trout. I'm a-warnin' you.

Well, I've heard tell
it's an easy way to go.

I don't reckon that
fella's going to come up.

What do you mean?

He weighted hisself down
with rocks to let him sink fast.

Took him down to the bottom.

And then I guess it took
him to the bottom, all right.

Ah, that does it.

Might as well pull up stakes.

You mean leaving
the gold down there?

Well, not me, I ain't leaving.

If we stick around much longer, Angel,
they're gonna tie us in with the hold-up.

Now you do what you
want. I'm pulling out.

Twenty-thousand. I
sure do need a drink.

Well, let's go have one for him.

He was our last hope.

It's all right,
Jonas. It's all right.

I saw your fish.

You what?

I saw your fish.

Now you just wait a minute.

That... That fish is
dead serious with me.

I mean, don't you be
saying nothing ain't true.

Jonas, how does
a man get like you?

Are fish the most
important thing in your life?

You got a fishing pole in one
hand and a shotgun in the other?

How big was he?

That's all I want to know
is... Confound it, is how big.

Well, he'd have to go
sixty or seventy pounds.

Sixty or seventy pounds?

That's right, Jonas. If you're gonna
catch him, you better do it soon

because it's going to be very
unhealthy for fish around here

before much longer.

No, it ain't.

He come up.

They told me
you killed yourself.

An exaggeration.

Your box is lodged
under some big rocks.

I'm gonna have to
blast it out of there.

Blast it? Whoever heard
tell of blasting underwater?

A man named Alfred Nobel,
about two or three years ago.

He came up with a theory

that a mixture of 7 to 10 of
nitro-cotton to nitroglycerin

would form a explosive gelatin
that will detonate under water.

I'm going to the next town
to get the chemicals I need.

You meet me at the lake at dawn.

And I wouldn't mention
this to anybody else.

Come on.

Where'd he go?

I said where'd he go!

We'll dig in here.

You reckon he'll be
back tonight, Orrie?

Whenever he comes,
I'm ready for him.

Orrie, here he comes.

Get 'em ready, just in case.

Stirring up my fish again.

Better back up, Jonas.

And you better
just keep on movin'

because you ain't never
going near my trout again.

Jonas, it'll all be over soon.

It's over now.

Now, when I give
a pull on this wire,

that's going to cause some
chemicals to mix down there,

and that's going to cause an explosion
which might just about knock you down

if you don't get
back from this water.

You're gonna kill my trout?

I'm only going to do today what
somebody else will do tomorrow.

I'll kill you first.

And I'll kill anybody else
comes down here, too.

You'd kill a man over a trout?

You heard me. Now
you just back off.

Put the gun down, Jonas.

Well, maybe you can kill a
man over a trout, but I can't.

I'm going back into town. I'm
going to get a pick and shovel.

Because of you, I've got several
hours of back-breaking work down there

to get that gold out.

Now you stay out of my way.

Old man, you put that shotgun
on me again, and I'll break it in two.

Keep going!

Huh.

Reckon I scared him that time.

Fish in peace for a change.

What in tarnation
is going on here?

Get off my property!
What are you...

Orrie!

Get with the horses.

All right.

Jonas,

it might be a good idea if you
have a doctor take a look at that.

Do you know what you done to me?

I could fish out there
the rest of my life

and never know whether
he was down there or not.

Jonas, three men died
here in the last few minutes.

You're gonna talk
to me about a fish?

You're dad-blasted right I'm
gonna talk to you about a fish.

Twelve years I been
after him. Twelve years.

I've made every kind of lure
and gadget known to man

to catch that fish.

My business went
to pot over that fish.

My woman left me over that fish.

All I asked was
to be left alone.

All I wanted in this world
was just to catch is that fish.

Now I don't know
whether he's alive or dead.

He's dead, Jonas.

If that fish was what
you loved, I'm sorry.

Loved?

I hated that fish.

I hated him so much, I'd just get the
shakes thinking about what he done to me.

I just wanted to kill
him myself, was all.

And man must make
the angels laugh.

? "Have Gun Will Travel" ?

? Reads the card of a man ?

? A knight without
armor in a savage land ?

? His fast gun for hire ?

? Heeds the calling wind ?

? A soldier of fortune ?

? Is the man called Paladin ?

? Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam? ?

? Paladin, Paladin,
far, far from home ?