All language subtitles for The.Six.Million.Dollar.Man.S03E11.The.White.Lightning.War.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track5_[eng]

Look sharp, boys.
Mr. Willis is coming.

That is some of the best
moonshine whiskey I ever tasted.

Boys here should've had this

latest batch done
this afternoon.

Mighty fine.

Now, I want to get
those deliveries made

and get the money
to my Yankee friends

right on schedule tomorrow.

We'll make it.

What about that treasury agent,
Sullivan?

Well, he had a little accident,
just like you wanted.

Yep. Poor fella died
of snakebite.

Snakebite?
I don't believe it, Oscar.

Well, here's
the coroner's report, Steve.

Says he died
of rattlesnake poison.

I don't care what it says.

Look, I've known Ted Sullivan
since we were kids.

We went camping together
100 times.

I even saw him get
bit by a rattler once,

administer his own first aid,
and walk away from it.

Now, I want to know
what really happened.

So does the treasury department.

They've sent down two men there.

Both of them have died,
each of rattlesnake bites.

What were they investigating?

A dangerous man
called Beauregard Willis,

who runs an illegal
whiskey operation down there.

Moonshine?
Nowadays?

There's still a lot of
dry counties down there, Steve.

Importing and smuggling
in whiskey.

It's a $10 million
a year business.

And this Willis has the local
authorities in his back pocket?

We think beyond that,
we have reason to believe

that Bo Willis
has political connections

that go all the way up
to Capitol Hill.

He supplies the money.
They supply the protection.

Vicious circle.

What we wanna find out is

how the money changes hands,
and who gets it.

If we can find that out, we can
nail Ted Sullivan's killer.

That's what treasury
wants to know.

They're sending
another man down there.

You mean after what happened
to Ted and the other men?

What else can they do?

- Let me go on in.
- Steve.

Oh, come on, Oscar.
You can pull the strings.

Well, that doesn't
make any difference.

That's not the point.

But you know I got a better
chance than anybody else.

What if the Washington
connections recognize you?

Well, don't worry about that.
I'll take care of it.

Oscar, please let me do it.

For Ted Sullivan.

Alright.

I'll notify treasury.

Tell 'em I'm on my way.

Oh, and Steve...

watch out for rattlesnakes.

Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

[Man 1] It looks good
at NASA One.

[Man 2] Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.

- [Man 1] Okay, Victor.
- [Man 2] Landing Rocket.

[Man 2] Arm switch is on.
Here comes the throttle.

Circuit breakers in.

[Steve] We have separation.
[Man 2] Roger.

[Man 3] Inboards and outboards
are on.

I'm comin' forward
with the side stick.

- [Man 1] All looks good.
- [Man 2] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blow out,
damper three!

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to zero.
- [Steve] Pitch is out!

[Steve] I can't hold altitude!

[Man 2] Correction.
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

[Steve] Flight Com,
I can't hold it.

She's breaking up.
She's break...

[explosion]

[Rudy] Steve Austin, astronaut.

A man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentlemen,
we can rebuild him.

We have the technology.

We have the capability to make
the world's first bionic man.

Steve Austin will be that man.

Better than he was before.

Better, stronger, faster.

[theme music]

[banjo music]

[phone buzzing]

- [Steve] Oscar?
- [Oscar] Yeah. Where are you?

I'm just on the outskirts
of Morgan town,

Georgia. Where are you?

I followed you
to Atlanta, Steve.

I'm just about to check
in with our agents here.

Did you get all the information
you wanted from treasury?

Yep. Went through a whole file
on Bo Willis.

Have you figured out
a battle plan?

Think so. I'm gonna shake up
Willis' moonshine operation.

Make him think a new gang
is muscling in on his business.

Then I'll see
if I can get the Washington boys

to take their payoffs
from my organization.

Like a narcotics agent
trying to draw out

a dope pusher
into the open, huh?

Exactly, that should give us
the hard proof we need

to bring down
the Washington heavyweights

and, at the same time,
turn up Ted Sullivan's killers.

Sounds good.

Now, how are you going to
keep from being recognized?

Well, the problem is how to keep
from itching to death.

- What?
- You'll see.

- [Steve] I'll check with you later.
- [Oscar] Okay, Steve. Good luck.

[banjo music]

[intense music]

Hell, they should've named
this town Willisville.

- Your name Willis, too?
- You sassin' me?

Oh. No, ma'am.
I was just reading the sign.

Well, Bo Willis' name
might be on this place,

but it's mine all the same.

Yeah. Well, where do I find
this fella Willis?

[Middy]
What you looking for him for?

I got business.

Middy, you've got
customers inside.

Now, then.

What sort of business you got
with Mr. Willis?

Well, that's for him
and me to discuss.

Well, you might call me
his right-hand man.

[chuckles] Well, then
for his sake,

I sure hope he's left-handed.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Look.

Just tell me where he is.
You're wasting my time.

You may not have a whole
lot of time to waste.

So why don't you just

hop in this
fancy machine of yours

and ease on out of town?

Do you read me, boy?

Yeah, like a dime novel.

You tell me where I can find
Bo Willis, boy,

or I'm gonna sharpen your heels
and drive you into the ground.

- You understand me?
- Yes, sir.

Right down there to Bo's place.
Right around that corner.

Thanks. It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

[banjo music]

I'll have a drink.

Water, soda pop, or milk?

This here's a dry county,
mister.

I really came in to try
some of that famous

Bo Willis White Lightning.

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

[music continues]

That's him, Mr. Willis.

[Bo] Well, he don't look
like a lot of trouble to me.

- [Bo] You wanna talk to me, boy?
- [Steve] That's right.

You know, uh, I've been
watching your operation here

for a long time.
I like your profit margin.

That makes it unanimous.

What's that got to do with you?

Well, that's real simple.
I want in.

And my organization's ready
to back you up.

Y'all hear that?
Wants to back me up.

[laughing]

[Bo] Well now, boy.

I think you done said
all I want to hear.

Well, I'd think about it
if I were you.

I already did.

It's time for pretty boy
to be moving on.

[fiddle music]

[shattering]

[thudding]

[ripping]

[dramatic music]

Hold it right there.

You got a permit
for this, mister?

I've never seen it before.

Well, we did when it dropped
out of your belt.

Might even be able to work in
a little attempted murder

along with assault and battery,
and disturbin' the peace.

You're under arrest.

You're making a big mistake,
Willis.

If you let this flunky
put me in jail,

I've got a lot of men
who aren't gonna like that.

You're the one
making the mistake.

This is my town, boy.

I'm sorry to hear you say that.

But if you won't
let me join you,

I guess I'll just
have to push you out.

Ain't a whole lot
of anything you can do

while sittin' in jail.

Get him out of here.

I'm tired of his jaw jackin'.

Let's go, bright boy.

[intense music]

What about my phone call?
I'm entitled to one, you know.

Yeah. Phone's out of order.

[music continues]

Well, I thought
files came in cakes.

Just sandwiches,
if you want to buy 'em.

- Sure. How much?
- Well, I'd charge you 50 cents.

But Weems makes me get a buck
so he can get his kickback.

Thank you.

Middy, isn't it?

Nobody ever come around
here before

trying to push Bo Willis around.

Only two kinds of people
come looking for Bo.

I'm trying to figure out
what kind you are.

Well, what're the choices?

They must wanna join him.
And the law.

Now, if that's what you are,

you better turn tail
and get outta here.

[sighs] Well, now if I were
that sort of person,

I'd be kind of foolish
to let on, wouldn't I?

I mean, I might not ever know
who just works for Willis.

- You think that I--
- Now, now, now.

Don't get all riled up.

You sure know
how to rile somebody.

I'm sorry, Middy.

You know, you don't look like
the type of lady

that would sell out willingly.

How did Willis take your store?

You tell me,
I might be able to help you.

When my husband...

when Gordie got killed,

Bo Willis come up
with a piece of paper

that said he owned the store.

How did your husband die?

He had an accident.

What kind of accident?

Listen, son.
Bo Willis is mean.

Now, if you get the chance
to get outta this town,

you'd do good to get.

Middy, what kind of accident
killed your husband?

He was bit by a rattlesnake.

Okay, Middy. That's long enough
to drop off them sandwiches.

You might as well
take off your shoes

and get comfortable, bright boy.

- Hey, you got the tanker truck?
- Yep.

Picked one up at Mr. Willis'
refinery already.

[Kermit]
Tank's about three quarter full.

[Johnny]
And I got my runnin' car.

[Weems] Good, hit the usual stills

to fill 'er up all the way.

Clete's got a new one
right up here.

[beeping]

[Kermit] Right. I'll meet you
at the truck stop later on.

[Weems] Make sure
you're on schedule.

We gotta have that
payoff money ready for them

Washington bigwigs tonight.

Ah, you just sit tight
and don't go nowhere.

I got things to do.

[bass music]

[metal creaking]

[metal creaking]

[music continues]

[phone buzzing]

- [Oscar] Yes?
- [Steve] Oscar, Steve.

I struck a few sparks
with Bo Willis.

Now I'm gonna set
a fire under him,

see if I can smoke out
the Washington connection.

And I think I found
at least one person

in this town I can trust.

[Oscar] Sounds good, Steve.

We've got our Atlanta agents
standing by.

Any leads on Ted Sullivan's
killers yet?

Not yet. Give me a chance.
I'm in jail.

- In jail? What?
- I'll tell you later.

Right now my gang's gonna pull
a few jobs around town.

I'll check with you later.

[bionic music]

[bubbling]

Alright. There you go.
That's it. That's got it.

See you Saturday.

[intense music]

[banjo music]

[clanking]

[birds chirping]

[thuds]

[crashing]

[clanking]

[thudding]

[music continues]

[thudding]

[man groaning]

[man mumbling]

Alright. That does it.

I already picked up
from the other drivers.

[bionic music]

Hey.

I need some help
with the tube and the gas.

- Well, I was gonna--
- I need some help.

It's up there in the cab.

[beeping]

[Kermit] Hand me up that gas.

You know...

I've seen you do that
a bunch of times,

but I never figure out why.

So it looks like I'm hauling
gasoline instead of moonshine.

That there is smart.

What about that front valve?

Already done it.

- You did?
- Yep.

You gotta be real careful,
though, that you don't mix

the gasoline with the hooch.

[laughing]

Okay. That does it.
Here.

You can take off.

Nope.

Chuck said there was
some catfish runnin'.

I believe
I'm gonna catch me up a few.

Well, good luck.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[car creaking]

[rattling]

[fiddle music]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[thudding]

[instrumental music]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

[banjo music]

That's just about it.
1,000 gallons.

Uh, that's the last
load this month.

You got 10,000 gallons
out of there now.

At five bucks a gallon, that's
fifty grand we got coming.

Oh, I'll get it for you,

but first I wanna check
the merchandise.

Yeah? Well, hurry up.

I gotta deliver that money.

[Weems] That's just as good
as ever.

Yeah.

[spitting]

You expect me to pay you
for that slop?

What're you talking about?
That's some of our best squeeze.

- Have you tasted it?
- 'Course.

Always keep a jug of that
around the house.

For what?
To run your lawn mower?

What're you talkin' about?
Give me that.

[spitting]

- Ah, full of gasoline!
- Gasoline?

Now you've ruined
the whole rest of the stuff

that's already down there.
You ain't getting 50 grand.

- You ain't getting 50 cents.
- Weems, looky here.

- Well, didn't you see nobody?
- No.

Mr. Willis
ain't gonna like this.

You reckon that
fellow you put in jail

really got his gang after us?

Well, how could he have
called 'em?

I don't know.

Well, I better haul back there

and check on that troublemaker.

[dramatic music]

[siren wailing]

[metal creaking]

[music continues]

[banjo music]

My gang been around
to see you yet?

[phone ringing]

Your phone's ringing.
Must be fixed.

Hm, yeah.

Hello?

Oh.
Y-- yes, sir, Mr. Willis.

Well, we've had
a little trouble.

[banging] A little trouble?

I missed making
a $50,000 payment

and you call that a little?

I tell you, Mr. Willis.
We didn't see or hear nothing.

Nobody saw or heard nothing.

Who are you boys trying to kid?

It'd take an army
to knock out that still

and turn Johnny's car over!

And no telling what could
rip off that hatch cover

and puncture the tube.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

[Charles]
This is Charles Quinten.

[Willis] Ooh. Keeping late hours,
huh, Mr. Quinten?

I try to keep busy when
I'm worried about something.

My people were at the airfield
at the usual time today.

We didn't receive
our usual $50,000.

Oh, just a little hang-up,
Mr. Quinten.

Nothing I can't handle.

I trust not, things are getting
a bit difficult

here in Washington.

Money is required

to overcome those difficulties.

I understand that, Mr. Quinten.

I'm sure you do,
however the group I represent

would be much more at ease
if I took a look at things

first hand. Since it's about time to
renew our contract down there.

We wanna be certain
we're going with the winner.

Bo Willis' always been a winner
for you, hasn't he?

[Charles] In the past, yes.
But what about the present?

I'll arrive in the morning.

That's all I need,
a high-powered lawyer

messing around
at a time like this.

Yeah, with that new guy and
his gang trying to muscle in.

Others have tried before.

A gang like that
is just like a snake.

Weems, you got
the head of that snake

locked up in your jail.

Everybody knows,
you cut off a snake's head

the rest ain't no good
for nothin'.

Yeah, I got you.

Suppose he got killed
while trying to escape?

[intense music]

I don't care how you handle it.

I want him dead.

[Weems] Yes, sir, Mr. Willis.

[intense music]

[keys rattling]

- Now what?
- Ah, you're free to go.

Mr. Willis decided to drop
all the charges.

In the middle of the night?

Whenever Mr. Willis says.

Well... [grunts]

I sure wouldn't
want to be guilty of...

resisting release, now would I?

[crickets chirping]

Eh, you can go on now.

[beeping]

[intense music]

Better not try it.

Willis might not like
his number one boy

getting blown up.

Uh, how'd you know?

I saw it in a movie once.

- Uh, but it's dark.
- Yeah.

It was dark in the movie, too.
Let's move.

[music continues]

Better hand it over.

Do it.

[thudding]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Just don't stand there.
Go around that way.

[plane droning]

[Charles] Willis,
this is Charles Quinten,

I'll be landing in 20 mins.

[Bo] The car is waitin'
for you.

You sure you don't want
somethin' to eat?

No. Just an explanation.

Aw, just some peckerwood
trying to move in on me.

His gang wrecked
one of my stills,

tore up one of my tankers.

Ain't nothing to worry about.

Except we didn't get
our $50,000.

Sloppy, Willis.

Very sloppy.

Now, you just hold on a minute,
I drop a lot of money

in your people's lap
every month, and I mean a lot.

I've been able to handle
things quite a while

without you messing around,
so don't go getting

highfalutin with me.
You got that, Quinten?

It's Mr. Quinten, Willis.

Let me tell you something.

This here is Bo Willis country.

This is your country

only so long as my people

keep the law off you.

Now, then.

It sounds as though
this new arrival organization

has you on the run.

I brought the new contracts,
but I want to be sure

I'm signing with the winner.
Until then--

Well, why don't you meet me
out at the refinery

about, oh, 2:30?

Uh, there won't be no question
about who is the winner.

Good.

I'll be at the hotel.

[intense music]

- [Bo] Weems.
- [Weems] Yes, sir, Mr. Willis.

Now, you listen here...

I want you to tell all the boys
to go through this town

like a buzz saw.

I want that trouble maker dead.

[Weems] Yes, sir.

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music]

- [Steve] Middy.
-[Middy gasps]

You like to scare
the wits out of me!

- Shh.
- How'd you get out of jail?

I'll explain later.

Middy, tell me about
how your husband died.

That snakebite
wasn't an accident, was it?

Middy, three other men
from the treasury department

died just like your husband.

One of them was
a close friend of mine.

Ted Sullivan.

Then you are the law,
aren't you?

Will you help me?

Look...

Take a good look.

This here's my boy.
He's all that I got left now.

He's in college in Atlanta,

and I want to see him live
to graduate.

So he can come back
to a town like this?

Be walked on by Bo Willis?

Look, I came here to break up
Bo Willis' operation.

To prove that
he had Ted Sullivan killed.

If you know anything, anything
at all, you've gotta help me.

My husband, Gordie,

he tried to stand up
against Bo Willis.

What'd it get him?
Dead.

Middy, please.

Gordie worked for Bo Willis
out at the big refinery.

He did like he was told

till them agents
started getting killed.

Then the word got out
that there was a third agent

nosin' around...

by the name of Sullivan.

So Gordie went to him,

and he told him
everything he knew.

They got caught together.

Willis told Weems
to take him out to the woods.

What happened?

Gordie dragged hisself
back up to the road.

Somehow...

I found him.

He told me how Weems and Kermit
took them rattlesnakes and...

Gordie told me
to keep on fightin' 'em,

but...

Middy, if I can get Willis
and his men into court,

will you testify to all that?

I got too much to lose.

Bo's got too many friends
in court.

He won't have
after I cut him loose

from his Washington backers.

Have you seen
any strangers in town?

Tell me, Middy.

Good-looking black guy

dressed fit to kill,

in Bo's car,
headin' for the hotel.

[banjo music]

Let me guess.

You must be the troublemaker
Willis is worried about.

And you're the man
from Washington

who gives Willis his protection.

You're very well informed.

Tell me, uh...

Steve'll do.

Tell me, Steve.
What can I do for you?

Well, I don't know, I think
Willis has been running things

a little too long down here.
It's time for a change.

And you're the man
who can make the changes?

I'm sure you heard
what happened to the still

and the car and the tanker truck
while I was in jail.

Yes. Sounds like you have
an army behind you.

Let's just say
I've got a strong right arm.

Now, do we deal, or don't we?

I never, as they say
in this quaint little town,

buy a pig in a poke.

I'd like a little proof that
you can back up what you say.

What more do you need?

I am to meet Willis
at his refinery

at 2:30 this afternoon.

Contracts, things like that.
You understand?

I will make my deal
with whichever one of you

is in charge of that refinery.

Simple as that?

[phone ringing]

Steve, this is Oscar.
Where are you?

At Willis' General Store.

[Oscar] Treasury
wants an update, Steve.

They don't want you to end up
like their other agents.

- [Oscar] Now, when can we move in?
- [Steve] Not yet, Oscar.

[Steve] I just met
the Washington contact.

He's willin' to make a deal if I
can take over Willis' refinery.

All you're gonna take over
is about six feet of dirt, boy.

Steve?

Steve!

Steve...

Why, Middy...

you've got a nice-looking boy
here, Middy.

[shattering]

Don't you go and do nothin'
foolish now, you hear?

You always this brave
with frightened women?

You shut your mouth, bright boy,
and come along.

We've got
a squirmy little pet out here

who's dying to get his teeth
into you.

[intense music]

Ah, this is as far as you go.

Suppose I'll find out
what happened

to the other trouble makers
now, huh?

Well, lots of strangers
have bad accidents

in this part of the woods.

Yeah, what kind of accidents?

Take a look in the hole,
bright boy.

[hissing]

Get in the hole, boy.

Please, fellas. No.

You're won't have to stay long.

[grunting]

[groaning]

Oh, bit him in the leg.

[snake rattling]

- [Steve] Ah!
[Kermit] Oh, he's a mean one.

Bit him,
bit him in the other leg.

You can get out of there now,
bright boy.

[snake rattling]

[grunting]

It won't take long for that
poison to start workin'.

Works faster if you run.

[gunshot]

Run!

[chuckles]

Yeah, well, he's a goner.

Come on.
Let's get back to the car.

Mr. Willis' gonna be mighty
happy about this.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[rattling]

[Steve] He's two inches
from your neck.

Now, then, if you two boys
aren't real nice,

you're gonna have a passenger
in the front seat with you.

Anything you say, mister.

Throw your guns out the window.

Sure. Sure.

Sure. Just don't chuck
that thing up here.

Now, why don't you
take me to the refinery,

'cause my friend back here...

Why, he's gettin'
a little lonely.

Yes, sir.

[tires screeching]

[Kermit] Refinery's right over
that hill.

- Your gang gon' take it over?
- Yep.

That's what my gang's gonna do.

Listen.
We'd just as soon work for you.

I never did like Willis, anyway.

Oh, that's mighty nice of you,

but I've got other plans
for you two.

You-- you ain't gonna put
that snake up here, are you?

No. He'd, uh,
probably bite you and get sick.

[metal creaking]

You boys be real good
and I'll make sure

somebody comes along
and finds you.

[rattling]

- Weems.
- Yeah.

You ain't gonna tell nobody
about that, are you?

About what?

Pardon me, ma'am, um...

My name is Oscar Goldman.

A friend of mine
called from here. Steve Austin--

I'm afraid
I can't help you, mister.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Or where Bo Willis
and his refinery is?

Look. A man's life is in danger.

I know that he called from here.

What about your husband?
Is he around?

- Could he help me?
- No.

He can't help you.

But I can.

They took Steve
out to the woods.

I'll show you.

It's about time somebody
got some backbone around here.

Come on.

You know your trouble maker
friend contacted me.

Said his gang was gonna
take control of the refinery.

Shoot.

Don't nobody, and I mean nobody

muscle into Bo Willis country.

He's all took care of for now.

You'll see who's in charge
when we get to the refinery.

Yes, I will.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Stick around.
You don't wanna miss the action.

Hey! Help! Over here!
Give me a hand over here!

Help!

[banjo music]

[grunting]

[barrel rattling]

[grunting]

[clanking]

[music continues]

[thudding]

[metal creaking]

[music continues]

[electricity crackling]

[intense music]

[Bo] Yessiree, you sure
are gonna be surprised

at all the changes
that's been made

since the last time you came.

[music continues]

Yes, I would say
there have been a few changes.

What the devil
is goin' on here?

Just a little demonstration.

Well, who do you wanna do
business with? Us or him?

I go with the winners.

You'll find everything
in there you need to know.

Time schedules,
point of delivery,

method of payment, everything.

[tires screeching]

Everything we wanted to know
for a long time.

Well, Mr. Quinten,

say hello to Mr. Oscar Goldman.

Oh, I know Mr. Quinten.

We've met many times
in the halls

of the Justice Department.

Company names, addresses.

All we need to bring down
the Washington power base.

There's a lady in town
who'll testify

about how Ted Sullivan
was killed.

If she will...

She already has, Steve.

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[hammering]

Well, how's it look?

Quinten's ready to make a deal.

No, that's not what I meant.

Well, frankly, pal,
I like you better with a beard.

I didn't-- I didn't mean
the beard, I meant the sign.

Oh, the sign. Oh, yeah.
Oh, the sign.

Yeah, the sign looks good. Why?

Well, there's gonna be
a lot more signs

going up around here
now that Willis is gone.

Yes, sir,
things are gonna be

a whole lot
different around here

thanks to you.

Well, what do you think,
Mr. Goldman?

I think the sign is
beautiful, Middy.

No, I mean the situation
with Willis and the others.

Well, as I was saying earlier,

Quinten is ready to make a deal,

which makes it
a lot easier for us.

And since you came out
against Willis,

a lot of other people
are doing the same.

You know, Middy,
I think your boy'd be proud

to come back home to town now.

He's also gonna be
mighty proud of his mother.

Well, can't get nothin' done

standing around jaw jackin'
all day.

I've got a store to run,
you know.

Listen, before you fellas
shove off,

how about helping me celebrate
gettin' my store back?

- Let me buy you a drink.
- Ah.

Middy, you got some moonshine
in there?

[chuckles] Nah.

I'd never touch that ol' rotgut.

But I do have a jug
of apple cider.

So sweet it'll make you
stand up and whistle "Dixie."

How about that?

- You got a deal.
- You got a deal.

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