All language subtitles for The Fugitive S04E08 Wine Is a Traitor.DVDRip.HI.en.PRMNT

ANNOUNCER: Next:

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

Amigo, this will
only take a second.

We wanna inspect your truck.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Well, just step outside.
We wanna talk to you.

Johnny.

Watch him, will you?
I'd better take a look.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Now wait a minute. Nobody
asked you to get down.

Come on, now. Move back there.

There he is.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: Starring David
Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.

An innocent victim
of blind justice,

falsely convicted for
the murder of his wife,

reprieved by fate when
a train wreck freed him

en route to the death house.

Freed him to hide
in lonely desperation,

to change his identity,
to toil at many jobs.

Freed him to search
for a one-armed man

he saw leave the
scene of the crime.

Freed him to run before
the relentless pursuit

of the police lieutenant
obsessed with his capture.

ANNOUNCER: The guest
stars in tonight's story:

Roy Thinnes, Pilar Seurat,

and special guest
star, James Gregory.

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

KIMBLE: Hey, mister,
how about a ride?

MAN: You got it.

You looking for work
chopping grapes?

No. I've got a job in Yuma.

You're lucky.

My friend Felipe here
wants to put us all out of work.

Look at him.

Twenty years scratching
for something to eat,

maybe one good feed a
week. He don't say a word.

And then one day, why, I
don't know. He grows a muscle.

He finds a voice. A big voice.

And what does he
say with his big voice?

"We're going to strike."

[LAUGHS]

You know the funny
thing that happens?

Everybody else
stands up and says:

"You're right, Felipe."

Everybody but me.

You stood up. Later
maybe, but you stood up.

All right, all right.

I stood up.

Hey, maybe you
should stick around.

Felipe promises
things get better.

No, I have to get to Yuma.

NARRATOR: For a
fugitive, the offer of help,

some simple, decent act of
kindness must be rejected.

There are no relationships
of any duration for him.

Life consists of
fleeting contacts.

[GUNSHOT]

DEPUTY: Hold it right there.

All right, Mac, let's go.

All right, Doc. You don't get
paid no more for neatness.

The suspect's still gotta
be booked and fingerprinted.

I thought I was a
victim, not a suspect.

Maybe. Maybe
you got shot back at.

We'll know soon.

There's no gun in Felipe's car.

And I found these shells where
he said the shots came from.

Thirty-thirty.

The dead man
was shot by a rifle.

From the looks of this
young fella's wound,

I'd say he probably got hit
by a bullet from that same rifle.

You won't get much
more wear out of this.

Don't strain that arm.

You'll be fine.

Morales has a .30-30.

I thought he and Felipe
were such great buddies.

Maybe they were, but at
that union meeting last night,

I heard they were at
each other's throats.

Well, sorry about
holding you, mister...

Taylor.

You want me to
go pick up Morales?

Only if it don't interfere with
any other engagements you got.

He sure looks like our boy.

If he runs out,
put it on the wire.

Ain't getting the kind of deputies
we used to have in my day.

If I was a deputy wanting to get
ahead, think I'd be waiting for orders?

I'd have Morales in
custody by this time.

If there's nothing
else, sheriff...

You signed your statement?

Yes, sir.

Where are you heading?

Um, Arizona.

Hey, Mann's driving
to Phoenix tonight.

He's got the pharmacy
at the end of the block.

Want me to talk to him?

I don't wanna put anyone out.

Oh, forget it. No trouble.
Abe would like a company.

Talking to himself
on a long ride,

he gets kind of fed up on
account he's so dull. Heh-heh.

You be in front of Abe's at 8.

We gotta show you we got
some friendly folks around.

Thank you.

I gotta talk to you.

- Well, what do you want?
- Not here.

Along the corridor, Room 7.

Please?

I'll meet you there.

My father did not kill Felipe.

I'm Elena Morales.

They say you were there. Why
did you tell them my father did it?

No, no, I didn't tell
them, they told me.

See, they said your father
and the man that was killed

had an argument last night.

They disagreed at
the union meeting.

They argued.

This morning, they made up.

Like always.

Poppa had no
reason to kill Felipe.

I'm sorry about your
father, but what can I do?

Oh. You're part of it.

You work for the Crandalls.

It's not enough they own
the winery and the town and...

Hey, now, now, wait a minute.

I don't know your father, I
don't know the Crandalls.

I've never been
in this town before.

I hope you're getting a
good price for that story.

SHERIFF: We found it on
that hill in back of the road.

He must have tried to bury it
when the sirens scared him off.

You're sure it's Morales'?

It's his, all right. We got
proof of the ownership.

Anyhow, if he didn't kill
Felipe, why is he on the run?

I guess you're right.

Don't worry, Carl.
He won't get away.

And you can tell your
dad he's got my word on it.

- Good.
- Oh, Taylor.

I'd like you to
meet Carl Crandall.

His dad's a pretty big man in this town
and this young fellow ain't far behind.

How do you do?

Taylor was in the car
when Felipe was killed.

I thought you might
like to talk to him.

I didn't know there
was a witness.

Well, I'm not exactly a
witness. I was just there.

Did you see Morales?

He didn't get a chance.

Got nicked himself, piled
out of the car and hit the dirt.

Um... This friend of yours
that's going to give me a ride.

- You said a pharmacy.
- There ain't but one.

Abe leases it from Carl's dad.

Well, thanks.

CARL: It's, uh...

It's too bad you're
leaving town so soon.

I could arrange for
you to see the winery.

Some people find it interesting.

Maybe next trip.

PETE: All of a sudden,
we get lucky, hmm?

Just like that.
Right out of the blue.

Leader of the strike
gets himself killed off

and all our troubles are over.

I don't like the smell of it. I
don't like the smell of it one bit.

Smells fine to me.

Two birds with one stone.

Yeah, but who threw the stone?

They say Morales did it.

You're sure you
weren't mixed up in this?

Of course not.

What about your two hired hands?
Isn't that what you pay them for, huh?

They're paid to do
what I tell them to do.

And in 15 years, they've
never been told to kill.

You didn't build this
winery, these vineyards,

the town, with kid
gloves, did you?

No, and I didn't build
it with killing, either.

Look, boy, I've been breaking
labor agitators up into little pieces

since before you
were born. My way.

And I'm still not convinced
that Morales did it.

Yeah. Well, if he did, we
owe him a vote of thanks.

Because you know what a
strike would have cost us?

There wouldn't have been a strike.
Hasn't been a strike in 30 years.

- There wouldn't have been one now.
- I had a friend at that meeting.

He said Felipe had those
pickers ready to strike tomorrow.

No, Felipe's a good man.

I could have reached him. I
could've talked him out of it.

I. I. I.

Will you please use
a we once in a while?

We're partners, remember?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

You're still getting a good salary,
aren't you? Share of the profits.

But I still decide
company policy.

The operation runs my way.

Well, maybe your way
doesn't work anymore.

You'll get a chance
when I think you're ready.

I'll never be ready. I'll always be
some kid trying to tell you what to do.

No, no, that's not true, son.

Don't you...?

Don't you know that I
wanna see you take over?

Don't you know that's
why I built all this? For you?

But you've still got
some growing up to do.

You think I'll make it?

Some men don't.

But I think you will and
I'll know when it happens.

Well, you let me know too, huh?

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

He's still got that
temper, hasn't he, huh?

I don't know, I...

You fellows keep an eye on him,
like always, will you, huh? It's...

He's gonna be okay.

Sure, Pete.

He'll be okay.

Thanks.

Can I have a stamp for this?

We'll post your letter.

All I need is a
stamp, thank you.

We got a postage meter.

Post office is closed.

District attorney.

Anything wrong?

No.

If there was, you could talk to
our sheriff. He drops in every night.

I'll just take that
to the mail box.

Well, the mail box is down
near the sheriff's office.

Better part of two blocks.

We got a pickup.

It's just as fast,
save shoe leather.

Thank you anyway.

The only reason you need
is that Mr. Crandall said so.

Now, you got that?

[SIGHS]

Well, what's up?
You said trouble.

Everything looks
peaceful and quiet.

Yeah, but it could get noisy.

There's a witness that
says that you killed Felipe.

Well, nobody saw me kill
Felipe because I didn't do it.

Carl.

This was on its way to
the district attorney's office.

Since this is all a lie, I guess we
went to a lot of trouble for nothing.

Well, if you believe this,
why didn't you tell my father?

You've been looking for
something like this for years.

You know why.

If he finds out, he'll probably
kill you. That'd be fine with me.

But it might just kill him too.

We can't let that
happen, can we?

Mr. Mann, my name is Taylor.

- The sheriff said...
- Changed my mind.

The trip's cancelled.

Good night.

Where do I catch
a bus in this town?

THOMAS: Going
somewhere? KIMBLE: I'd like to.

No buses.

We're not big enough
or important enough.

Anyway, most of us like it here.

Sorry you don't.

I haven't found the
people particularly friendly.

That's a shame.

How far is it to the next town?

It's too far to walk.

Jim there rents cars.

All right, Jim, I
want to rent a car.

My cars are all rented.

I see.

I'd like some change
for a phone call.

Local call?

I'd like to call the nearest town
and see if I can get a car delivered.

That's a pity.

Flash flood washed out
all the long-distance lines.

- You don't mind if I try?
- Go ahead.

[COIN ROLLING]

Operator.

Operator?

Should be fixed in a day or two.

You wanna register?

We got a nice room.

It's the only place
in town to stay.

Just give me my suitcase.

If you don't wanna stay,
you could try hitchhiking.

Roads are dark, of course.

A simple little job like
that and you blow it.

All right. All right,
we'll find him.

Not only missed,
but missing, huh?

That's right.

There's no chance he can
get out of town, is there?

There's always a chance.

I'm trying hard to stop myself
from hoping he makes it.

[FOOTSTEPS]

What are you doing here?

Keep your voice down
and close the door, please.

Get out of here.

I know your father
didn't kill that man.

Please close the door.

Then why did you lie?

I didn't lie. The name Morales
didn't mean anything to me

until I saw this picture.

Your father was in the car with
me when the shots were fired.

[SIGHS]

Thank God.

- But why haven't you told the police?
- I went to the sheriff, but...

- But he didn't believe you.
- No.

You see, I couldn't say anything

because the man with the sheriff
was the man that did the shooting.

I recognized his shirt.

His name is Carl Crandall.

But you see, it would have
been my word against his.

Then you must go to
tell the police outside.

The real police.

I wrote a letter to the district
attorney, but they took it away from me.

Then you must leave town.

I tried to leave, they wouldn't let me.
They tried to run me down with a car.

There's no one to
trust in this town.

Except maybe the
workers in tent city.

How do I get there?

[SIGHS]

How well do you
sleep in a chair?

I've done it before.

It looks like you're
stuck here for the night.

Okay. Go ahead.

[STARTS ENGINE]

MAN: Oh.

JOHNNY: Get out.
- It's okay, Johnny. I checked.

Go ahead.

Nick, how about a cup of coffee?

Yeah, sure.

[WHISTLING]

Señor?

I... I need a lift.

I'll be glad to pay.

Why do you ask me?

Well, I saw your
pickup truck outside.

It's only to the next town.

- You are Señor Taylor.
- That's right.

The police were
here, looking, asking.

They want you.

They want me for
something I didn't do.

[SCOFFS]

Sometimes it is worse.

Will you give me a lift?

No. No, Señor.

Why?

I'm afraid.

DEPUTY: No sign of Morales?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Quit stalling.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

No savvy.

No savvy. You people savvy
well enough when you want to.

Now all of a sudden, none of
you speak English anymore.

My name is Taylor.

- So?
- Elena Morales told me

that you people could help
me get a ride out of town.

I know Señor Crandall is after
you and the sheriff is after Morales.

How is that my business?

I was told you people
would understand.

Maybe you think I
owe you something.

No. I don't think you
owe me anything.

Look, señor...

I have a wife and child.

Could you feed them if Señor
Crandall did not wish to give me work

for the two days a
week I now have?

Huh?

I see.

Señor.

- Why don't we check that one?
- No, forget it. I already checked it.

There's a few more
here. Let's take a look.

Okay.

Now, again.

Who is it that pays
you to lie about me?

Nobody paid me.

I didn't tell them anything.

First you make me a killer.

Now you try to make me a fool.

You talked to the sheriff.

Talk to me. To my face.

Look, you talk to the sheriff,

suddenly they start to hunt
Morales like he's an animal.

He's a killer.

The sheriff says so
because you told him.

I told them I didn't
know who fired the shot.

When he mentioned the name
Morales, it didn't mean anything to me.

I didn't know your name.

And now? You
still don't know me?

Did I kill Felipe? Me?

No. I know who killed him.

Tell me.

A man by the name
of Carl Crandall.

Carl.

Yes.

Carl.

He would do such a thing.

He would steal my rifle so
they would call me the killer.

No, amigo, the hunted
is not the animal.

The animal is the
one with a gun.

Now, you go to the police and
you tell them Morales is innocent.

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

There are reasons.

Reasons more important
than if I die in the gas chamber?

Reasons Carl Crandall
hunts and I'm hunted?

If you force me
to go to the police,

it won't help you
and it won't help me.

You're wanted by them?

By them and by Crandall's men.

That I can understand.

But why the police?

Well, it's like you.

I didn't do what they say.

And why should I believe you?

There's no reason...

but your only chance is for me
to tell the authorities what I saw.

- But you said you can't.
- I thought...

I can't go there, but I
can send a statement,

a deposition or something.

You'll have to get
me out of town.

That's not easy.

They have people everywhere.

It's our only chance.

The road leading south,

there would be no reason
for any of us to go that way.

But through town
to the vineyards...

The workers.

They would be
accustomed to the workers.

Yes, I know my business.

I don't mean to be
disrespectful, sir...

but it is my business.
But why are you...?

PETE: Why?

Because Felipe worked
for me, that's why.

And, Sam, if you wanna
hang on to that sheriff's badge,

you'd better pick
up Morales and fast.

But I got every deputy
in town working on it,

including a few I've drafted.

All right. All right.

And, Sam, I found out there was
another fellow in the car with Felipe,

a fellow named Taylor.

I wanna see him too.

I want the truth, Sam.

All of it.

Carl, you weren't at work
yesterday when Felipe was killed.

I checked.

Well, I told you I didn't
have anything to do with it.

I didn't say you did.

Dad, when are you
gonna start trusting me?

When you earn it.

All right. All right.

Amigo, this will
only take a second.

We wanna inspect your truck.

[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Oh. Well, just step outside.
We wanna talk to you.

Johnny.

Watch him, will you?
I'd better take a look.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Now wait a minute. Nobody
asked you to get down.

Come on, now. Move back there.

- Come on, back on the truck.
JOHNNY: Come on, boys.

There he is.

NICK: Hey, Jim, it's all right.

It's just some guy that
Pete wants to talk to.

Are you sure it wasn't Morales?

Sure, we're sure.

Well, he sure seemed in a hurry.

Well, it pays to be in a hurry
when Pete wants to talk to you.

Yeah.

GUIDE: Now, it may
surprise you to know

that the average Californian

drinks about a case of wine a
year. Not at one sitting, of course.

[CHUCKLING]

All right, everybody.

Let's continue the tour.

Oh, just fall right in, sir.

The only thing you
missed were the vineyards,

but you can see
those later on. Heh.

Oh, and about that average,

I'm afraid one or two of you may
have raised that a little just now.

Oh, and I want you to notice
the fountain as you pass by.

Now that's real vin rosé.

Right this way, folks.

Go get Carl.

Now, the alcoholic content
of our California wines

differ more than
most people think.

Anywhere from 11 to 21 percent.

Our dinner and sparkling
wines average about 12 percent

and then we move upward to
our cocktail and dessert wines,

which usually have a content
of about 20 percent alcohol.

Now, if you'll follow me to
the fermenting room, please.

The word fermentation comes
from the Latin word fervere,

meaning to boil,

and it's the process which
leads to the formation of alcohol

by natural processes.

CARL: The tour should be in
the fermenting room by now.

Nick, check it out.

John, check out the tour.

He's not with the tour anymore.

All right, what now?

There's only one way out
of here. That's through here.

So all we have to do is
wait for that tour to clear out

and what's left is Taylor.

Watch the door.

Poppa.

I came to ask for
money, like a beggar.

Of course. Whatever I have.

They're looking for me
everywhere. I must run.

This man, Taylor, he
knows you didn't do it.

- I know.
- But he will tell them.

He will tell them the truth.

Yes, but it will take time. And
in the meanwhile, I must hide.

[SIGHS]

But you didn't do anything.

Words to carve on a gravestone.

I will help you. Go with you.

No.

You must not do anything.

If they find out you've tried to
help me, they'll put you in jail.

- I don't care.
- But I do.

Oh, no. Tsk, tsk.

Get your hands up
real slow, Morales.

He's clean. He
hasn't any weapons.

Not now.

Poppa.

Don't worry, palomita.

Taylor is away from
here now and he will help.

GUIDE: Wines are usually
aged from one to three years,

depending on the type of wine.

Now, redwood tanks are mainly
used in our California wineries

and they range in capacity
from 3000 to 30,000 gallons.

Now, it may interest you to
know that... Oh, thank you.

[GUIDE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Let's try the aging room.
- I'll check the fermenting room again.

Taylor, hold it.

CARL: Enjoy your
tour, Mr. Taylor?

You're about to
take another one.

It's too bad you didn't leave
town when you had the chance.

It would've been better
for everybody. Let's go.

[DOOR OPENS]

Carl.

Carl. I've been looking for you.

The sheriff called. They
just picked up Morales.

It's about time.

No confession yet,
but he's working on it.

I'm on my way over there now.

Fine, Pop.

Mr. Crandall.

What's going on here?

Who is that?

My name is Taylor.

Taylor?

You're the fellow who
was in the car with Felipe?

- What's he doing here?
- Nick and Johnny found him hiding.

We were on our
way to the sheriff.

That's a lie. They
were going to kill me.

Oh? Why would
they wanna kill you?

- I know Morales didn't do it.
- You shut up.

Let him talk.

Look, it's only a
waste of time, he'll lie.

I've got time. I'll
listen to his lie.

Go ahead, Taylor.

I was in the car with Morales
when Felipe was shot.

Morales couldn't have done it.

All right. If he knew Morales was in
the car, why didn't he tell the sheriff?

A fair question.

Why didn't you, Taylor?

The sheriff was sure a man
named Morales did the shooting.

At the time, I had no way of
knowing who Morales was.

Is there anything else
you didn't tell the sheriff?

I saw a man...

right after the shooting.

I didn't see his
face, just a shirt.

Later that day, I saw the same
shirt. Your son was wearing it.

You know I don't
wanna believe that, Carl.

A two-bit drifter, you don't
even know his whole name

and you're ready to
take his word over mine.

That's right. I don't
know anything about him.

But I do know quite
a bit about you.

All right, you don't trust me,
then ask Nick, ask Johnny.

Maybe you'll believe them.

What about it, boys?

Tell him.

Sorry, Carl,
afraid it's all over.

Now, wait a minute.
Don't walk out on me.

You know a strike could
have cost us an entire harvest.

- You know what that would've cost.
- Better than you.

I didn't mean to kill Felipe. I
meant to shake him up a little.

But you did kill him.

All right, I killed him.

- A buck-an-hour grape picker.
- You...

Let Nick and Johnny get rid
of him and no one will know.

Now, that's what it
comes down to, you know.

If he lives, I die.

Now, you've got two choices:

your son or a man
you've never seen before.

All right, let's go.

- No, Carl.
- I'm gonna take him, Pop. Let's go.

I said, no, Carl.

[GRUNTS]

No, I'll get him.

Stop, Carl.

Nick, hold it.

I said he's my problem.

Stop, Carl.

[GUNSHOT]

I'm sorry, Pete.

It was an accident, Pete.

Yeah.

That's what he
said about Felipe.

Call the sheriff. Tell
him to let Morales go.

Yeah.

I'm sorry to put you
through all this, Mr. Taylor.

Pete, maybe
it's better that it...

MAN: Señor.

Wait.

No hitch for you today.

This time, you will go
as our honored guest.

Okay?

Okay.

We thank you and it's a
way of saying sorry for...

Well, for whatever
we've thought.

We'll drive you, unless
maybe you can stay.

You know, this will
be a better town now.

No, I think I'd better be going.

Well, someday you
come by here again.

You'll maybe change your mind.

You know, it's not too
bad chopping grapes.

There'll be good
pay, good friends.

Someday.

After the hunting
season, maybe, huh?

Someday.

Good. Get in, señor.

NARRATOR: A hunted man
can clutch at a single straw,

that one day the hunters
will lay down their guns.

But for Richard Kimble,
that day has not yet come.