All language subtitles for E27 The Savages

Is this the camp
of Vernor August?

In Santa Barbara they told me
that he and his daughter

had come this way.

Well, at any rate, your beauty
has repaid me for my trip.

Every mile of it.

See what I'm making for my baby?

Come and I'll show you.

A moment, please.

I regret, sir, that the
reputation of this wild country

does not permit hospitality.

I'd appreciate your leaving.

I'm Vernor August.

I waited an extra day for you
in Santa Barbara

but decided you wouldn't come.

Well, it is a long trip
from San Francisco.

- lf you wish to be certain
it was I who wrote you... - No.

I once had the pleasure
of viewing

one of your art collections
in Boston.

I knew who you were
before your letter arrived.

Oh.

Mr. Paladin, my daughter Gina.

You are most happy to meet...

I am most happy to meet you.

When I first met your daughter,
I had the strong feeling

that I'd seen her
someplace before.

That's quite impossible, sir.

Well, then the loss
is mine, madam.

It's miss.

The small clothing
and the talk of a baby, it's...

it's a little joke of ours.

Please, sir, do me the honor.

Gina, the wine for our guest.

Yes.

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

This country is so wild, so wide
and different from the East.

- But, then, you know that.
- The reason I came

was that your letter
was not exactly specific

as to why you wanted
to see Elliot Spencer.

Ah, surely you're joking, sir.

Have you no conception
of the genius of this man?

Well, I did see his Tuscan
Lake Nymph in the Louvre,

and that gave me a vague idea.

Well, then, 20 years ago
he created his last great work,

then he disappeared.

Everyone wanted to know...

will the great Spencer
ever work again?

Then I find you're
the last man to see him.

The man I left in the wilderness
three years ago

was looking for peace, not work.

Then he's changed his mind.

That's why I'm willing to pay
you $2,000 to take me to him.

I have only agreed to meet you,
and I find it very difficult

to believe that Spencer
has changed his mind.

I have but one argument
for that.

Gina.

The Savages.

Je suis tres touch�.

You recognize the stone?

Yes.

Afro-Asian aboriginals
in the marble of West America.

It's taken me a whole year
to trace them

to a thief who stole them
from a strange man

who he said lives south of here.

So you see...

Spencer does work again.

Yes.

She is very beautif...

Gina!

You're tired.

Your argument is
very powerful, sir.

This is Spencer's work,
no doubt about it.

The slight elongation
of the torso...

thigh.

Double symmetry.

The symbolism.

Now...

if we find him...

if we find Spencer
and he does not want to see you,

what then?

Then I've come a long way
for nothing.

You have my word, sir.

All right, we'll start
in the morning.

Do you like working
with your hands, Mr. Paladin?

Very much.

Well, you show
a remarkable skill.

A man taught me
when I was very small.

I can't make her as beautiful
as she really was.

Yours is not so beautiful.

- No.
- But I like you.

Where's your mother, Gina?

She sleeps in the ground.

I used to put flowers there,
but Father forbade it.

You say a man
taught you to do this.

Who, Gina?

Who?

He was my best friend
next to my mother.

He used to swing me in his arms

and say I was
his beautiful little one.

Those were the happy days,

when I was very small.

And still,
we all must grow up...

- mustn't we?
- Why must we?

There!

lt'll stay like it is,
no matter what my father says,

or you!

I am like the woman in The
Savages, aren't I, Mr. Paladin?

Remarkably so.

Will you swing me in your arms?

I think not.

Why?

Because I might like that,

and it might not be
what you expected at all.

It is better to stay a child...

so then people can love you.

And there is no hate.

Mr. Paladin.

Our agreement does not concern
talking to my daughter.

We'll break camp immediately.

Oh, shut up, will you?

Spencer?

I'm afraid this is
a private encamp...

Paladin!
Oh, my good friend!

- Here.
- Oh.

What's this all about?

Ah, August.

Colette?

So much like her.

Her name is Gina, not Colette.

Gina.

Surely you remember the child

you found so charming
once upon a time.

You are like someone
I should remember.

Colette...

my wife is dead.

Colette, dead?

To me, for many years.

To others, for only three.

Despite her years, she still
remains a child, Spencer.

Like her father, I would say.

You go too far.

There are ways for gentlemen
to settle such things.

My camp is right over there.

I'm pleased to welcome
an old acquaintance.

Would you like to walk with me?

August.

You had better go
and get your wagon.

Well, I suspected he was lying.

Still, he would have just
kept on searching for you

until he found you.

Of course.

I wondered how you happened

to choose this particular place.

Did you notice the rhombohedral
cleavages in the outcroppings?

Perhaps I did, unconsciously.

It's like a Carrara.

It's quite a good marble.

Well, of course.

I thought I recognized her.

It's the Tuscan water nymph.

That's her mother.

Ah, yes.

I heard them as they stared
at that statue.

"So lovely, so beautiful,"
they said.

"The wife of Vernor August.

"And he?

Such a blind, stupid fool."

They are the ones
who are blind, August.

Loveliness like hers
comes only from within.

Her very faithfulness
is what gave her beauty.

Do you wish to inspect
the pistols?

August, in your own words,

you have made
a very long journey for nothing.

Yes.

I'm not afraid of death,
but I will not take life.

Even if I tell you
it was Colette's wish?

Gina!

She even made a mark
on the pistol

which would be known
only to you.

Tell him who gave me
the pistols.

Mama gave them to you.

A water lily.

The water lily here.

It was a private joke
between us.

That... how wonderful
it would be

if our feet could root
in the lake bottom

and we could die each winter

and be newly born each spring.

Without the encumbrance
of a husband, of course.

Perhaps I hoped she felt that.

She never said.

I even had Gina
polish them for me.

And now I think it appropriate

that the seed of the water lily
witness their final use.

I see.

You destroy one
and wound the other.

And all for nothing.

The child is yours.
Your flesh and blood.

You have Colette's message
in your hand.

Do you deny her last wish?

Spencer, have you ever held

a pistol in your hand before?

No.

But when it's over,

I want Paladin to take her.

Find a place for her
that she'll...

This child is not a piece
of merchandise for bargaining.

I agree!

She's the only human thing
in this whole affair.

But I want her away from you.

Away from your hate.

Even you ought to be
able to tell

her head's too empty for hate.

Or anything else.

If there is a person here
without understanding,

it's you, August.

This is none of your affair.

Yes, to that I must agree.

Well, I am forced to disagree
with both of you.

Now...

I'm gonna ask you people
one time...

not to go through with this.

August,

you're an intelligent man,
an educated man.

Give credence to the idea

that he may be
telling the truth.

No?

Well, then, have the charity
to forgive him

for what you believe happened.

He was a very young man,

and you say yourself
that your wife

was a rarely beautiful woman.

You waste time, sir.

Spencer.

This is exactly
the kind of a thing

that drove you out here.

You were a man sick, revolted,

preferring death
to living in a world

filled with ugliness.

Somewhere a poet must have said,

"To truly love beauty

is to be wiling to die
for it, if necessary."

But I feel sorry for you.

To have had a beautiful woman
and a lovely child,

and to have known
the wonder of neither.

Two gentlemen.

Two gentlemen so mired
in the muck

of their own self-pity

that they can't see the obvious.

What do you think the death
of either one of you

is gonna mean to this girl?

Where there is no mind,
there can be no effect.

You insist on going
through with this?

Very well, since I have

a certain professional interest

in the safety of my clients,

and since August hired me...

Spencer.

You mean... you'll...

The gun is loaded,

primed, cocked.

All you need do is pull
the trigger to fire it.

We'll move on the count.

Count of five, turn and fire.

Perhaps this is what she meant
by the water lily.

It is almost winter, isn't it?

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Paladin, no, you're my friend.

All right. All right.

All right, now.

I'm not gonna kill him, Gina.

Here.

These are very fine
dueling pistols.

But I suspect
they've been tampered with.

I suspect that any person
pulling the trigger

would indeed be taking
his own life.

Colette... Colette planned this?

I think she must have known that

sooner or later, he'd find you.

And I think she must
also have known

that you would never
pull the trigger.

No.

No, you're wrong!

You're wrong!

Gina,

August said you knew

that those guns
had been tampered with.

Did you know?

No.

You're the man who taught me

how to make beautiful things

with my hands when I was little,

aren't you?

Yes.

Spencer...

will you go back
to San Francisco with us?

Not yet.

But I have two friends
that'll know where I am,

and I know where you'll be.

And as for you, young lady...

when I get you to San Francisco,

the first thing I am going to do

is put you in some clothes

that befit your years.

Do I have to wear shoes?

Yes, you have to wear shoes.

Spencer,

this may not be the best
of all possible worlds,

but if we try, we can make it

the best of all
possible compromises.

Gina?

"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

Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam?