All language subtitles for S5E24 - Fraud

Howdy. Howdy.

You know where John Spencer,
our Wells Fargo agent is?

You fellas figure
I got nothing to do

but watch other folks'
comings and goings?

I take it the answer's
no. That's right.

Well, I hate to bother
a man as busy as you are,

but could you tell me
where he lives?

I could, but it wouldn't
do you any good.

Why?

He lives in Mrs.
Parker's boarding house,

but he ain't been in all night.

Mrs. Parker came by a
little while ago, told me,

then wasted a half hour of
my time jawing about nothing.

I see.

Right.

Hey! Get out of there!

Well, for a man
who doesn't notice much,

you sure see a lot.

I take notice when it comes to
somebody breaking in places.

I'm acting town marshal.

I see.

I'm Jim Hardie,

Special Investigator
for Wells Fargo.

Guess you got a right.

Marshal!

What do you want?

Suicide.

That's the way it looks.

Must have done it
during the night.

It's possible.

Marshal, I wonder if it'd
be possible if we could

leave that body and gun
just the way it is.

What for?

Well, I've always had an idea

that I believe would
be a good one.

Never had a chance
to try it out before.

There's a photographer
next door there.

If I can get him
to come over here

and photograph the body
and the gun just the way it is,

then my company can have a perfect
understanding of what happened.

All right.

Never did anything
like this in my life.

Never will again!

Well, I've never done
anything like it, either.

But I wanna establish
the cause of death

beyond any shadow of a doubt.

If Wells Fargo don't
take your word for it,

they can always ask me.

And now if it's all right
with you, Mr. Hardie,

I'll do my job.

Go right ahead, Marshal.

Sorry to have held you up.

I'll look after Spencer's body.

You better see Mayor Lawson.

Would that be Walter Lawson?

You know him?

Heard of him.

You usually can find him
in his saloon.

Let me give you a
hand there, Mr. Boyce.

All right.

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Jim Hardie.

How are you, Jessica?

My goodness, it's
been a long time.

Three years. San Antone.

You still making the world
safe for Wells Fargo?

Doin' the best I can.

I see you still
remember the song.

Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, no, thanks. It's
a little bit too early.

What you doing in Still River?

Or, uh, shouldn't I ask?

JIM: No secrets.

Right now I'm looking
for Walter Lawson.

I understand he owns this place.

Yes, this place and just
about any other in town.

Uh, but, I think you
better pull up a chair.

Lawson is out
inspecting his fish traps.

Fish traps?

Our mayor is a
bit of an operator.

Does a little bit of,
uh, everything.

I see.

That'll be $5.00.

Don't you think $5,00
is a little steep?

Well, when I do a job
that goes against the grain,

I charge for it. It's $5.00.

Thank you, sir.

Well, this sounds interesting.

A hand and a gun?

Yes.

Did you know Spencer?

Did I know him? I do know him.

He's dead.

Killed with his own gun.

Uh...

He was just in here last night.

There didn't seem to be
anything wrong with him.

Something must have
been bothering him.

But the picture.

What about it? Well...

May I see it again?

Is something wrong?

Nothing.

Spencer killed himself.
Isn't that enough?

Not quite enough.

How well did you know him?

Uh, he... he was
around here a lot.

Something about the picture
made you want to take a second look.

Will you tell me
what it was, Jessica?

Well, n-no, it isn't anything.

I'm just upset, that's all.

You're Hardie of Wells Fargo?

That's right.

I'm Bob Guthrie.

Nice to know you.

Did he tell you about Spencer?

Yes.

I was with Walt Lawson

when the marshal
gave him the news.

He's down at
the Wells Fargo office now,

wants to see you.

I'll go right over.

Nice to see you again, Jessica.

And you keep
playing the song, huh?

You're takin' it pretty hard

if Spencer didn't
mean anything to you.

Or maybe I've been wrong.

You know he didn't
mean anything to me.

Give me a drink.

Mr. Hardie?

I'm Walt Lawson.

I'm sorry to hear about
what happened.

Spencer was a good man.

Yes, he was.

Oh, the Marshal tells me

you want to take charge
of the body.

I can't see
any objections to that.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, offhand,
I can't think of anything.

Unless you know of some reason

why he would do
a thing like this.

Well, I'm sorry I can't
help you with that.

Yeah. My company is bound
to ask questions

I suppose you know
how people are

when they're behind
a desk too long.

I know they take
their good sweet time.

Wells Fargo's owed me
$20,000 for over a month.

Do you happen to know
anything about that?

Well, I did hear that you
lost $20,000 in a holdup.

And insured
to the last nickel.

Oh, I did finally get word

that the full amount's gonna
arrive on the stage this evening.

Well, if that's
the word they sent you,

then that's the way it'll be.

They're pretty good
about that sort of thing.

Now, I think I'd better get

to checking
over Spencer's books,

trying to find out some reason

why he'd take his own life.

Money's usually
a pretty good one, you know.

Well, either money or a woman.

Get a copy of
that picture Boyce took

and bring it over to my office.

Evening, Mr. Hardie.

Good evening.

Oh, uh, I answer
to the name of Lupo.

Can I talk to you
outside for a minute?

What about?

Your horse.

That your horse?

Yes, it is.

What's he doing over here?

I brought him.

Figured you wouldn't
wanna leave town afoot.

You're right,

but I've got no intentions
of leaving town right now,

afoot or horseback.

You could be wrong, Mr. Hardie.

You see, I'm making
it my business.

Why?

Now, you pick a reason.

Maybe I just dislike you.

You know how it is.

Some fellas you just
don't like the looks of them.

I think I understand.

And I'll bet if you
work on it just a little bit,

you can find a better reason.

Get in that saddle.

You're leaving in it,
or strapped across it.

I'm giving you about
one second to mount up.

You know, they say I'm
pretty handy with a gun.

I plain like to
hear them go off.

I'd hate to think
about having to kill you

or even taking a chance on
getting killed for that matter,

just 'cause you
don't like my looks.

Now, that's the difference
in some people, Mr. Hardie.

Now, I wouldn't mind
killing you at all,

for no reason.

I had nothing
to do with this, Marshal.

Who was he?

Didn't know him too well.

Rode into town a few days ago.

And I suppose he came
here just to pick a fight with me.

Can't think of any other reason.

Neither can I right now.

I'll be in town if you need me.

SAUL: He hasn't got
much to go on.

Oh, no?

Why do you think he had
Boyce take that picture?

Hardie knew Spencer real well.

And he's too smart
to believe a left-handed man

would shoot himself
with his right hand.

So maybe he can find
out Lupo killed Spencer.

What good would that do him?

Lupo's dead.

Go out in the saloon
and get Bob Guthrie.

Tell him I wanna see him.

Bob Guthrie?

What do you want with him?

Look, Marshal, I may not be
as smart as you are

and maybe I worry too much,

but Hardie didn't ride
into town for the exercise.

No, I'm not gonna
take any chances.

Go ahead. Get Guthrie.

Mayor wants to see you.

Who, me?

What for?

Just said he wanted to see you.

Hello, Guthrie.

Sit down.

Well, thanks.

How would you
like to work for me?

Doing what?

Tending bar or something?

You're kinda choosy
for a man that hasn't

earned any money
since he rode into town.

Yeah, I'm choosy,

till I know what the job
is and how much is in it.

Look, Guthrie, 24 hours
after you rode into town,

I knew all about you,

what you did in Kansas
and in Wyoming.

So?

So you can't
afford to be choosy.

All right, let's hear it.

How would you like to make
a $1,000 tonight?

Well, if a job's worth $1,000,

it's got to be dangerous.

And if it's dangerous,

it's worth 2,000.

All right.

I like your style.

2,000.

Come in.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

Good evening, Jessica.

Or is it?

You're just in time
to take me downstairs.

I'm due at the piano.

Wait just a moment.

I'd like to talk to you.

I found a letter that...

Spencer had written,
but never got to mail.

It says that he was
in love with you,

that he wanted to marry you.

Well?

It also goes on to say

that Bob Guthrie
threatened to kill him

if he ever walked
into the saloon again.

I believe you told me
he was in there last night.

Yes, he was.

But Bob didn't kill him.

I know he didn't.

And when you
looked at the picture,

you knew he hadn't killed
himself, didn't you?

Yes.

But Bob didn't do it.

He had a reason.

Spencer did ask me to marry him.

Bob was jealous. He hated him,

but he didn't have
any reason to kill him,

because I turned Spencer down.

I'm going to marry Bob.

I see.

Can you think of anybody that
would've had a reason to kill him?

No, I... I don't
know anybody, Jim.

I don't know everything
that goes on in this town.

I don't, either.

But I know one thing.

That you and I and...

somebody else knows that
Spencer didn't kill himself.

Come on, I'll take you down.

Mr. Boyce.

Do you make it a habit
of working late at night?

Sometimes.

I was thinking maybe if you
were working late last night,

you might have heard
the shot that killed Spencer

and I could fix a time on it.

I wasn't, and I wouldn't
be working tonight

if it weren't for that
freak picture of yours.

What's the picture
got to do with it?

You gave me that this afternoon.

Yeah, I know.

I had some back work I
had to get caught up to,

but the mayor, for some reason,

wanted a copy of it, and I
had to get that done first.

What would he want
with a copy of it?

How should I know?

I'm late for my supper.

Thank you.

Bob, I have
something to tell you.

You better listen to
what I've got to say first.

I made a promise to you.

I'm going back on it.

Bob. Keep playing.

Lawson's finally
showed his hand.

He's a bigger crook
than I ever was,

and he's offered me a job.

What?

A chance to make $2,000 tonight.

$2,000 in one night?

I know.

But what chance have I
got to make an honest living

with my record turning up
against me every place I go?

It's a stake, Jess
no matter how you get it.

And it'll set us up on
our own ranch in Mexico.

Bob, that's not... Play.

I told you

if you go against
the law one more time,

we're through.

Bob, please don't break us up.

I love you.

It'll be the last time, Jess.

No.

BOB: It's too late.

I already took the job.

And if I come out of it clean,

you might just change your mind.

Wait.

Jim Hardie is convinced

that Spencer was murdered.

He thought you
might have done it.

I told him he was wrong.

That doesn't mean
he believed you.

Looks like I might have
trouble coming from him, too.

I have to do it my way.

And if Hardie
talks to you again,

you don't know anything
about what I told you.

Jim!

I'm on my way over
to see Lawson.

It's about Lawson!

What about him?

He hired Bob to do something.

Something against
the law. Tonight?

Yes, but...

I don't know where.
He left in a hurry.

I'm afraid I can't
help your friend, Bob.

He's got a record
in Kansas and Wyoming.

I know it Jim, but...

he wanted to go straight,
really he did.

He wasn't trying very hard,

or he wouldn't have gotten
mixed up with Lawson.

And at this point, it's
beginning to look like

Lawson's behind
Spencer's killing.

Lawson? Why?

He lost $20,000 in a holdup.

Did you hear about that?

Of course.
Everybody in town did.

Spencer didn't have any proof,

but he wired me and
asked me to come here

because he felt sure that Lawson
had framed the whole thing.

Then he tried to get double
when he went after the insurance.

But that doesn't make sense.

I told you, Lawson owns
everything in town.

It looks that way, I'll admit.

But for some reason, he
needs cash and a lot of it.

And he needs it desperately.

I got that information also.

As far as your friend
Guthrie goes,

I can't help him at this
point. No one else can.

Seems like I have a talent of
falling in love with the wrong man.

I'm sorry, Jessica.

Lawson and Williams,
they're coming this way.

I've got some bad news
for you, Mr. Lawson.

I just got a telegram
from my company,

instructing me to hold up
on your insurance payment.

Withhold it on what grounds?

Suspicion of fraud.

Suspicion? That isn't evidence.

We've got enough evidence to
warrant further investigation.

I'll sue Wells Fargo
for double the amount.

Hah! We was held up.

What'd they get?

There was just one of them.

They didn't get anything.

He's got a slug in him.
He's inside there.

Jim?

Lawson's your man.

You all right, Jim?

I'm all right. Now tell
me what happened?

Lawson hired me to hold up
the stage and take the money.

I couldn't take a chance
of coming and talking to you,

so I fixed up
a little surprise for him.

Now I've got a surprise for you,

waiting down there in
the Wells Fargo office.

Would you look after this
man and see to the other one?

Oh, Bob. It's all right, Jess.

Jim? She's all right.

She came through
with flying colors, boy.

Told me all about Lawson.

Am I glad you pulled
through, honey.

What are you talking about?

Bob is Wells Fargo
agent, Jessica.

We planted him in here
and gave him a record

to see if Lawson
would take the bait.

He did.

Wh... And you suspected me?

JIM: He didn't. I did.

You were working for Lawson,

and it was important
for us to know

which side
of the fence you were on.

She did work for Lawson.

But now she's gonna work for me.

You be sure and
get yourself back here

in two weeks now, boy.

Jessica,

good luck to you.

Good luck to you, Jim.