All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West S01E09 The Night of the Double-Edged Knife

Mr. Parnell, will
you take a look?

You dirt-livered
sprawl of rat-backs!

Back with me now.

You gutless lot of tea-boilers!

Get back to work!

Oh, run now,

you worm-livered garbles!

Push, Mike McGreavy.

Sainted mother of God.

Cassidy, Denysen,

Gwenyth and poor Danny there.

Oh, it's a terrible thing.

Three days, and each day,
five more men slaughtered down.

You heathen savages!

Mike, go fetch a burial
crew from Menifee.

That I'll be doing.

Mr. Parnell, now, the
threats that five more men

will be killed each day

until the money's been
paid these savages...

So now, the men
are already dead.

Four only.

No man'll be coming
back here again,

seeing as he might
make the fifth man.

Those four men were
my friends, each and all.

Tell those men to return here.

They're going to work here

or I myself will
murder five times five.

I was only after asking.

Enough of asking and get moving.

That I'll be doing.

And cloth!

Bring cloth for winding sheets!

Meantime, I'll be
cutting these lads down.

No friend of mine
is going to be buried

with a heathen's arrow in him.

Oh, Mr. Parnell, indeed.

And that's the
fifth man, at that.

The noble red man.

Hey, I have to look
the part, don't I?

I mean, the once proud Indian

brought low by the
white man's vices.

I hate to clip your
feathers, Artemus,

but please, just look the part.

Restrain yourself.

No whiskey, no women.

All right, if that's how...

How... just information.

I want you to get the
feel of the situation.

The railroad's been
stopped for over a week.

Yeah, from the reports,

I gather the men are
scared, ready to quit.

Not illogical, you know.

Five of them killed
every day for a week now.

Frankly, sir, I advise payment.

$500,000?

Tennyson, you'll
never own a railroad.

Too spendthrift.

The railroad
doesn't want to pay.

The government doesn't
want to pay blood money

to a bunch of murderers

who, by every indication,
may be a band of Cheyenne.

I thought Indians
didn't use money.

They don't, except to buy arms.

Uh-oh.

Mm-hmm.

That's why Washington
has sent us brave gents here

to find the killers,
round them up

and get the railroad
moving again.

In how long?

One week.

One week?

Well, here's to sin.

And salvation.

Artemus.

Menifee's straight
ahead two miles

right through those woods.

It's a shortcut.

Oh, thanks.

Be careful.

I don't think the townspeople
are too fond of Indians.

Me no Cheyenne, me tame Indian.

Tennyson!

Sir?

We're coming into Menifee.

It's a bit sparse,
sir, isn't it?

You're on the wrong
side of the track.

Oh.

Not sure I don't prefer
the other side, sir.

Jim.

General Ball.

Ah!

A man and a half, huh, Jim?

A funny thing, you know.

The flesh and bone
are healed in that,

but sometimes I actually feel

that missing
hand is still there.

It itches.

But a man is more than one hand

and a piece of arm, isn't he?

I couldn't agree
with you more, sir.

Especially a man
like you, General.

Well, thank you, Jim.

You know, I'm your
contact out here.

That's first rate, sir.

I don't see why

we're standing here
grinning like a couple of fools.

This is not going to
be all pelt and hurrah.

At least we're working
together again, sir.

That's right, that's right, Jim.

I got problems out here.

The men behind this railroad.

Never could stand politicians

and these are Wall Street
politicians... the worst kind.

What kind of problems?

Well, you come and
meet 'em, find out.

Gentleman, this is
Captain Jim West.

Mr. Adamson, Mr. Penrose.

Gentlemen.

All right, West, you're
the miracle-maker.

How do you propose
to solve our headache?

My way.

When?

Soon.

I fear thee you've
stuck a tartar, Benjamin.

Are thee truly so
confident, friend West?

This railroad, sir,

is an important
commercial venture, true...

But to the Union, an
absolute necessity.

I plan to stop these killings
or become one of the victims.

Ah! Words, promises.

We've had all those.

What we need now is action.

Those Indians want $500,000.

In gold.

It's outrageous.

They demanded payment of a fee

for protection
against these killings.

So I've been informed.

Pay for protection

against their own
crimes, or else they'll stop

the building of
the whole railroad.

They're scalawags.

Scalawags, yes, but Indians?

Behind anything as well-planned
as this sort of extortion?

This Cheyenne chief
is an unusual man, Jim.

He goes by the name
of American Knife.

He's quite civilized enough
to know the value of gold.

Actually, civilized is
not the proper word.

Cunning would be
more appropriate.

And arrogant.

He's demanded
payment of the gold

cast in the form
of railroad spikes.

It's true, friend Ball,

he is cunning.

But gold attracts greed.

But disguised as
railroad spikes,

it can be brought here secretly.

We've already caused
the gold to be cast.

It will be shipped
here from Chicago.

I have told you...

You pay a ransom once,
you'll pay it a dozen times.

We asked the
government for troops

and they send us one man.

The government cannot
supply enough troops

to patrol a thousand
miles of track,

and Captain West
is not just one man.

I'm sure you'll find
him more effective

than a good number of troops.

You've seen his record.

Yes, we have, and it's good.

But tell me, friend West,

will thee gamble the lives of
five men each day on thyself?

Let me put it this
way, Mr. Penrose...

I believe you build a railroad,
not bribe it into existence.

I'll gamble my life

and try to protect the others.

How?

To begin with, an armed guard

for every track-laying gang.

I can arrange that.

Meanwhile, I'll
look for the killers.

Do you have a lead
on the Cheyenne?

Led by American Knife?

You might as well try
to nail smoke on the wall.

Let me have three
days to make my play.

Three days?

Possibly 15 men.

Possibly.

I say no.

I say yes.

Give friend West his chance.

All right.

Three days.

Then I better not
waste any of it.

Good day, gentlemen.

We'll expect regular
reports, mind you.

Of course, Mr. Adamson.

Every three days.

Sheila Parnell, lass.

I don't think you should be
going into a place like this.

And you, Mike McGreavy...

and Demmett McCafferty,
and Peter Connelly.

I been hearing what you've
been saying all over town.

Now, Miss Parnell,
your father...

Ah, yes, my father
barely in his grave

and his dear friends lying
about in this wooden hovel

drinking till you can't think

and telling the world a prize
should be paid to his killers.

Now then, Miss Parnell, there's
no call to be causing trouble.

Trouble? My
father's murderers...

Now, lass, will you...!

Sir, why don't you
have another drink, huh?

Just a minute, buddy.

I didn't ask for you
to mix in my affairs.

Wasn't gallantry, Miss Parnell.

I wanted to ask you
about your father.

Oh, you do, do you? And why?

Well, he was killed, blown up
by three pounds of gun cotton.

Oh.

And I want to know why.

So would I.

Perhaps we could
talk a bit more privately.

My pleasure.

Your place?

Yes.

All right, who are you?

And why are you so
interested in my father's death?

My name's James West
and I'm here officially

to investigate these killings.

Especially your father's.

Don't believe him, Sheila.

I know how Jack
Parnell died... I was there.

He died violently and swiftly.

Now let his memory
rest in peace.

No!

Mike, I never mentioned
it, but I know something.

There was a man who
approached my father.

Tried to bribe
him, I was listening.

And when my father refused,
he threatened to kill him.

Well, now, that is interesting.

Mike McGreavy.

It's a hard world, little Sheila

and you've run into
part of that hardness.

Now drop your gun belt

and don't reach for your gun

or I'll shoot little Sheila
right before your eyes.

Did you kill my father?

No.

I'm employed at a handsome fee

to make sure that
nobody finds out who did.

Put your gun on the table.

Now open that trap door, huh?

And now you're going to kill us.

Oh, no.

There's a man, he wants
to speak to you, yes.

That's solid rock
down there, yes.

And that door bolts on top.

Now, you'll keep very quietly
down there while my, uh...

Employer.

Thank you.

My employer comes
to speak to you.

Now, down you go.

Mike...!

Don't be a fool.

Down you go.

You too, boyo.

You're fighting a
losing battle, West.

I'll be back before morning.

You stupid man.

I had him distracted up there.

You could've...

Could've done what?

This way, I'll bring the
man I really want to see.

Gives us a certain
measure of privacy.

They'll have to break in.

Sheila, you're going
to have to trust me.

Tell me about your father.

Three nights past,
late, I woke up.

My father was speaking to a man.

Who?

Just a shadow of a big man.

He had an educated voice,

full of refinement, and...

it was a cruel voice.

He wanted my father
to fix the gradings

so the rails would
slide in the first rain.

And your father said no.

And the next day, he was dead.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I've done my mourning.

I want my revenge.

On a shadow?

Or the very unlikely Indian?

An educated man.

You'll be all right, Sheila.

I have friends waiting.

It'll be a long, cold night.

We could comfort each other.

If I'm to face death tomorrow,

I could use a bit of
comfort this night.

Shh!

What took you so long?

I was busy following
Mike McGreavy.

And?

I lost him.

Somebody found him.

You better get out
of that Indian suit.

Oh, yeah.

It's clear that the
shadow, whoever he is,

overheard us and learned
that Sheila can't identify him.

So, he just eliminated
Mike McGreavy

and went on his merry way, eh?

Mm-hmm, leaving
us with one day gone

and not much done.

Well, the work gangs are sure

that the Indians
are behind it...

American Knife and the Cheyenne.

But with armed guards
out there, they're working.

What about American Knife?

Do you have any lead on him?

Eh, nobody know nothing.

Tongue still, like deep water.

He's in the hills somewhere.

Nobody knows which hills.

Jim...

two of the girls
that wait tables

at the Silver Dollar are Indian.

I could talk to them,
woman-to-woman.

All right, but as man to
woman, be careful, huh?

I will.

James, my boy,
that is a nice, useful,

sort of gorgeous girl.

The only kind to have
for a tight situation.

Tennyson!

Sir!

Did you telegraph
the Indian Bureau?

Oh, yes, sir.

They informed me
that American Knife

was raised by missionaries.

They assessed him
as very intelligent

but most ungrateful,

apparently because he left them

and returned to the
Cheyenne nation.

They've never
forgiven him for that, sir.

But why do you want
to contact this chap?

I mean, if he isn't the fellow

behind the fuss,
as you might say.

But, Tennyson,
we don't know that.

Oh, yes, we do.

Sheila said it was
an educated man.

Sheila's very pretty
and very charming,

but I don't trust her.

Well, now...

when you get to be
an old codger like me,

you'll learn to admire and
revere the fair sex as I do.

I wouldn't trust you, either.

Now, look here, you
young whippersnapper,

I may be an old man
down on his luck,

but I'm still a man of honor.

Well, maybe a little,
on a cloudy day.

Now, you go out and risk it.

Go on out there
and build a railroad.

He always tells me to go
out and build something...

A mite early for
that, isn't it, son?

This is the way to
build a railroad, old man.

I'll just relax while you,
uh, fetch another load, eh?

Fine, right here.

Thanks very much.

What's the story?

Well, the guards are careless.

Some of them are half-drunk.

The men are scared.

Any trouble, they'd run
clear back to Chicago.

Another hour, it'll
be late afternoon.

I think we can expect an
attack between now and dusk.

Well, I join you, Captain
West, in your great expectations.

How many men did you
say were on that rail car?

Five.

Are you all right?

Oh, go on, go on without me.

You'll miss all the fun.

Captain West, I presume.

The Cheyenne welcome you.

Sit down, please.

As you have probably discerned,

I am American Knife,

the medicine man
of this little group.

Harvard.

Good heavens, no.

Dartmouth.

I see.

Tell me, as a medicine man,

did you take your
degree in science?

Philosophy.

An insatiable curiosity

over the strange customs of...

the savage white man.

For example, his
religious practices

in the use of scapegoats.

This is the reason
you were picked up.

I...

I would like a
favor, Captain West.

Such as?

Speaking of scapegoats,

the Cheyenne are
being used as such.

Blamed for the
attacks on your railroad.

My people

are innocent,

and I do not want them
forced into a hopeless war.

You're the first scapegoat
I've seen with a tomahawk.

Come.

Care for a cheap scalp?

He's white.

Well, dirty white.

What can I do?

Grant us amnesty.

We will come into any
military post you designate

and wait peacefully until
the real culprits are caught.

It's a deal.

Just like that?

Well, why not?

I know you're innocent.

You are embarrassing
me, Captain West.

Some of my people
are traditionalist.

They simply insist
on your being tortured

to prove your
willingness to help us.

Mmm.

I, uh, I understand
your predicament.

I knew you'd see the problem.

But we should be able

to arrive at a
creative solution.

I promise to be as
painless as possible.

Yeah.

I am called Little Willow.

Don't tell me you're the
tribal torturer... the torturess.

Yes.

The angry ones of my people

demand that you
be tested with pain.

American Knife choose me.

N-Now you seem to
be an intelligent girl.

Not superstitious.

Mmm.

You smell interesting.

You smell different.

So do you.

Uh, is-is this torture
really necessary?

Only a little.

They wish to hear you scream.

You scream good.

Very good.

It would be sad thing to
mark you with knife cuts.

A waste.

Oh, I-I hate waste.

I don't want to hurt
my throat screaming.

Would a few moans be all right?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm... mmm...

You lost your disguise.

Well, wouldn't you?

James?!

They, uh, they, uh, softening
us up to carve us up?

No, no, no, they're...
they're friendly Indians.

Oh.

Allow me to present
American Knife.

A pleasure, Mr. Gordon.

Call me Artemus.

This is Little Willow.

Oh.

My pleasure.

She's the tribal torturer.

Masochist.

I made a deal:

Amnesty in exchange
for assistance.

You see, Mr. Gordon...

Uh, Artemus.

Why you whites have these
incomprehensible names,

I will never understand.

At any rate, we are
going to help you

find the renegade camp.

How?

I killed one.

In the interest of security,

they should come
back for the body.

Nice work, Artemus.

A pleasure.

Talk.

Where's your camp?

Talk.

If we stick to the shadows,
we might be able to mix in.

Mm-hmm.

You should have no difficulty.

All you whites look alike.

Artemus, you go that way.

I'll go around the other side.

Good luck.

Huh?

Hey, what are you, a
Peeping Tom or something?

I'm sorry, sir.

I was just drifting
through, that's all.

Hey, you a cute one.

Well, thank you.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, now wait. No, no, fight...

Sir, I don't want to fight.

Really, I have
no desire to do it.

Hey, no...!

And now, ma'am,
if you'll excuse me.

Oh, you won me fair and square.

Uh...

Oh, no, really.

It wouldn't be fair to you. I...

Sugar, I don't mind one bit.

Mmm... Mmm...

Thank you, but I
really have to be going.

Why, you're downright shy.

Now, we're going to
catch 'em tomorrow.

And this attack should shake
the gold right out of them.

We gonna leave the usual
five dead calling cards?

Five times five.

Now we'll hit at 4:00.4:00.

That's right, 4:00.

And remember it.

Make a note of it.

Right.

Where they coming in from?

At the end of the
line, where else?

There'll be two
parties converging...

From the north and the east.

Northern party will
come in right here

and overrun the position.

We'll sit down right
here and pick 'em off.

That's kind of risky.

Sure it's kind of risky!

We're throwing every man
we've got into this attack.

Well, not every man,
Farrell. We lost one today.

Don't worry, Cheeve,
we'll make it work.

You bet we will.

And remember one thing,

that the success of this attack
depends entirely upon surprise.

I don't hear anything.

No, I think we smoked him out.

How was that?

Say, I'll guarantee you that
West heard every word we said.

Mmm.

An eager cuss, too, ain't he?

Imagine, right up
there on top of the cave.

You know, I'll bet my
second-best britches

he's out right now
figuring out an ambush.

Jim West is too
competent an officer

not to take advantage of this.

He'll have every man capable
of carrying a gun waiting for us.

He'll set up a
first-class ambush.

Which is just fine.

We set up an ambush of our own.

Well, now that
we're all present,

we can get down to business.

Gentlemen, I came as
soon as I got your message.

I'm sure this meeting is
of the utmost importance.

It is indeed.

Well, our third day is fast
drawing to a close, friend West.

And what have you accomplished?

My associate, Mr. Gordon,
and I have discovered

there is to be a major attack

this afternoon at
4:00 at rail's end.

No!

Savages!

All right, we'll
set up an ambush

and finish off these
Indians once and for all.

Fine.

Except they're not Indians.

What?! PENROSE: Impossible.

Is that true, Jim?

It's true, I'm positive.

They're a crew of renegades.

Former raiders.

Well-armed and well-led.

Not Indians?

Well... that is a surprise.

Well, that's even better.

Instead of facing the
whole Cheyenne nation

all we have is a few outlaws,

so we just lay the ambush...

I don't agree.

What?

They're in force.

Frankly, after
considering the problem,

I advise paying the money.

But they have
advised resistance.

Pay the money?!

Why, you don't mean that, Jim.

Believe me, sir, I
hate to disappoint you

but we have to face facts.

We don't have the
men or the arms

to face any kind of a battle.

Gold, gentlemen, is
much cheaper than lives.

Well, I'm well aware of that.

But to pay tribute to a
band of murdering outlaws.

That's the only way, sir.

Well, I don't agree!

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, we've been
prepared for this eventuality.

What, you mean you
have the gold here?

Yes... we have the gold.

The gold has been
shipped from Chicago

disguised as railway
spikes, as requested.

$500,000 worth.

It's a fortune.

A vast fortune, and you're
ready to throw it away.

I know how you feel, General.

I agree with you.

But Mr. West represents
the government

and if he advises payment...

And I do.

You know the method of payment?

Yes.

We light a signal fire
three miles west of town.

Then we send out a work train

with the gold on a flatcar
in front of the engine

to the end of the line.

There it will be removed.

I don't like it. I never have.

You think I do?

What else could I advise?

What else, indeed.

Then it's, uh, all
settled, gentlemen.

It is. We will pay.

Fine.

Gentlemen, I only have
one more thing to say.

We're doing the
only possible thing.

Half a million
dollars, gentlemen.

That's a dangerous
amount of money

to place in the wrong hands.

Perfect, James, my boy.

One of your smoothest
smoke screens.

Everything else all set?

Naturally.

Something's not right.

Pick them up.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Uh, there's been
an accident here.

Could you give us a hand?

Oh, certainly.

Easy, West.

Now, turn around real easy.

Well, here they are, boys!

Five of them.

They're sure going to
make handsome corpses.

You know, I think
we got today's quota.

West, we're going
to have to search you.

Now they tell me
you're kind of tricky

but I think my hand tops yours.

If you take his coat off,

you'll find he's wearing
a... a sleeve gun.

And down the back of his coat...

you'll find a knife.

And in his hat...

a wire.

And in the heels of his boots,

you'll find a
breakaway derringer.

Pete.

Now ain't he

the sly one?

And he got a little
picklock here in his lapel.

Well, what do you know?

Well, let him keep that.

I don't think we have to worry

about his escaping
from prison, do we? No.

Good intelligence work, Farrell.

Well, thank you.

Well, he's clean.

Give him back his coat.

You murdering skunk.

You'll never get away with this!

Well, I'm sure going to try.

You're nothing but a
bunch of murderers!

That's right.

And you keep
yapping like you are

and I'm going to put
you right on my list!

Sir, I consider that...
a personal affront.

Tennyson.

Now why did you do that?

Prepare to defend yourself, sir.

May I have a
little room, please?

Hold it!

What were you trying to do?

Now get 'em out of
here and tie 'em up.

Come on.

Sit.

Is that an order?

Don't you have to
wait for the top man

to give you orders?

You think I'm not in command?

You don't have the brains.

Quite correct.

Quite astute, Jim.

That'll be all, Farrell.

They set off the
signal fire, General.

Excellent.

Well, you don't
seem surprised, Jim.

No.

I didn't expect you would be.

The tactics in that
very professional raid

you let me overhear...

I remember that
plan well, General.

You executed it
brilliantly at Shiloh.

Ah.

You always were a clever fellow.

Why didn't you act?

I needed proof.

I wasn't sure.

Only enough to feel sorry.

Sorry?

Don't pass judgment
so easily, Jim.

Five men killed every day.

What kind of judgment
would you like, General?

They took away my command
when I was meant for greatness.

I thought you'd
achieved it, sir.

No.

No.

I devoted my life to the Army.

I lose a hand.

Suddenly I'm less
than half a man.

I spend 18 months
in a hospital, rotting,

and how do they reward me?

With exile.

Spend the rest of my
life rotting out here.

I'm five times the
strategist Grant is.

Five times.

Yet he's in the White House,

and I'm out here.

So now you want
$500,000 worth of revenge.

Exactly.

I'm going to Mexico.

My men are good
men, good fighting men.

We'll set up a state.

We'll take over the country.

And who knows where
we'll go from there.

It's time, General.

The train has left Menifee.

The gold train...

has left Menifee.

Everything's ready, General.

Good, good.

Stand by.

All right, everybody sit up!

Here's the general.

It's a fine observation point.

You'll be able to see
everything from here.

I thought you were going

to pick the gold
up at rail's end.

That's four miles down the line.

I had to alter my
plans a little, Jim,

after you refused
to set up an ambush.

Now, General, why
would I set up an ambush

only to fall into your trap?

As it happens, I don't mind

you've shuttled the
gold out toward me,

and I'm here to collect it.

You hope.

Oh, I'm sure you set up some

clever little counter plot.

That's why I picked you all up,

so you couldn't trigger it.

And I thought you might.

If I know you well enough, Jim,

you probably filled a
baggage car with armed men.

Not a bad idea.

Naturally.

So I've set explosives
along the track.

We'll let the flatcar
with the gold go by,

and then when the
baggage car comes along,

we'll blow it up and your men.

Well, General, you're
certainly thorough.

Yes.

It's a mark of genius.

Jackson?

Yes, sir.

Jackson was a
sniper with Quantrell.

First-class marksman.

There's a hundred pounds
of powder down there;

a case of blasting
caps... One bullet...

the baggage car goes
up, your reinforcements.

The trap is sprung,
and the gold is mine.

It's a good plan. It might work.

Yes, it will.

Watch.

Get busy with the knife.

Right.

When you hear the explosion,

go for the gold.

Don't worry,
General, we'll get it.

Are you getting it?

I am. What are you going to do?

I have to blow up that charge
before the train runs over it.

I'll be free in a minute.

Keep this. You may need it.

Let's go.

You got him!

You saved the gold!

Well done, sir!

Very courageous, Jim.

But very stupid.

I'm sorry, James.

I understand your problem.

It is very difficult
to kill an old friend,

so I thought...

a new friend
should do it for you.

We owe thee and thy
people both an apology

and a debt of gratitude.

Oh, come, come.

Civilized men
must stand together

against the outbursts
of these barbarians.

That's a peculiar
accent for a Cheyenne.

Uh, Dartmouth.

Oh.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir. A drink?

Uh, no thank thee.

Fire water, sir.

Fire water... and soda.

Gentlemen,

I propose a toast
to Captain West.

And to our half million dollars.

Oh, yes.

Hear, hear.

I would like to
propose a toast, also.

To General Ball...

and what he once was.

And for how he'll be remembered.

Hear, hear.

Truth often has a bitter taste,

but if thee can keep it down,

it strengthens a man.

Have a good trip to Chicago.

Thank you.

Uh, thank you very much, sir.

Pleasant journey, gentlemen.

Thank you.

American Knife.

Hmm, I must be off, too.

But you will stop on
your next trip here.

Who knows,

some day you may say,

"Some of my best
friends are Cheyenne."

Well, let's get this
train on the road, huh?

Civilization, here we come!

That's for me.

Wine, women and some
off-key harmonizing.

I just finished.

What?

Making food.

We almost fought about it.

Until we decided...

that you must decide.

Irish stew?

Or buffalo tongue?

Unless, of course, you
have the stomach for...

both.

Both.