All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West - 1x04 - The Night of Sudden Death.EN

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Working late tonight,
huh, boys?

Making money,
making money.

Getting awful stuffy
in here, boys.

A little fresh air's
not going to hurt a thing.

Not a thing.

Hurry it up.

The new shift is already
in the front office.

You only got
three minutes.

Come on, come on,
let's go!

An overload of gas.

It just isn't
possible, Mr. West.

It just isn't
possible.

Well, what do you
think happened?

Oh, extra pressure
hit this pipe.

Somehow, somebody,
something pumped it in.

Say, uh, you
Secret Service men

get on a case
pretty fast.

Is there
any money missing?

Not a penny.

A little scorched
around the edges maybe,

but all six million
still here.

Well, the third man
died this morning.

Burns and concussion.

What about the guard?

Foxx. Still on
the critical list.

What about
his chances?

To quote the doctor,
don't make any bets.

Mr. West.

Yes, Mr. Fall.

No more guessing
about it now.

These plates are a different
alloy than our plates.

They have a pitted surface.

Ours are smooth and clear.

These are
counterfeit.

Want to see them?

No, I'll take
your word for it.

You know,
that is really smart.

Putting counterfeit plates
into our own presses,

taking out the real ones,
and then blowing up the mint

to make it look
like an accident.

I guess they figured
we'd never know the difference.

Do you realize, Jim,

that they can print millions
of dollars of this?

Hundreds of millions
of dollars

and none of it
counterfeit.

We couldn't touch them.

This could almost destroy the
entire United States economy.

Morning, sir.

Good morning.

Enjoy the parade?

Yes, what I saw.

Your room is number one.

Right at the top
of the stairs.

I'm sorry I don't have anyone
to help you with your bag.

They're all outside
watching the parade.

Oh, that's all right,
I can manage.

Thank you.

Someone else just
dropped in on me-

from the ceiling-

and went out that window.

Who was it?

There's no time
to lose.

Go to the hospital
and talk to the guard.

What do you know
about the guard?

He has something to tell you.

Something to tell me?

What? Do you know?

Just hurry,
please.

There's no time.

You must go
to him now.

What is he to you?

My father.

I've got to get back
before they miss me.

Who are "they"?

My father
will tell you.

All right.

We'll go together.

Please let me go.

If you keep
me here,

you'll be putting
me in danger.

What's your name?

Corinne.

If you please, Mr. West.

Uh, you can have
just a few minutes.

Mr. Foxx is in
critical condition.

Well, uh...
that's peculiar.

Uh, the doors don't
have locks.

Excuse me, Doctor.

He's dying.

He's been crushed.

You'd better notify
his daughter right away.

Daughter?

He didn't mention
having a daughter.

A young woman.

Didn't she come to visit him?

Nobody visited him.

Who's Corinne?

If you find Corinne...

you'll find death.

Well, James...

What's the matter?

You don't look
your happy self.

I'm not.

I just came
from the doctor's.

No broken ribs, but
they sure are sore.

Oh, now, if that rib crusher
had been a female,

you wouldn't have minded
the least little bit,

now, would you?

How about the money?

Any of it show?

Aah, not a single bill-
anywhere.

What are they waiting for?

Why haven't they moved it?

Well, for one thing,
they know you're around.

That's for sure.

First the human fly,
then, uh, Foxx and Corinne.

The lovely, lethal Corinne.

Find her
and you'll find death.

Hmm... Just don't
press your luck, huh?

Oh...

I, uh, took
the liberty of...

Thank you.

Of, uh... ordering
a small libation, James,

just as
a painkiller, huh?

To money.

It smells like almonds.

Prussic acid.

Well, she didn't
come out here.

We missed you at the parade,
Corinne.

Where did you go?

I had some business to see to.

Please, let me down.

Business?

But surely we have no secrets
from each other.

I went to see my father.

Oh, yes.

Poor man.

I think I'll try my luck
on number 10.

Mr. Trevor thinks
he'll try his luck

on... number ten.

Number seven this time.

And wish me luck.

Warren.

I've stalked
bigger game.

This one has sharp
teeth, Warren.

I'll take the bite
out of him.

He looks wild, untamed.

All the more,
a better specimen

for my land in Africa.

Still a dream?

Not for long.

It will soon
be a reality.

I'll buy that land
and have my Africa.

I'll build it
into an empire.

Nothing, and no one,
will stop me.

I'll possess it...

if I have to stuff Mr. West

and hang him up
as a trophy.

Excuse us, sir.

Sometimes the performers
get carried away.

Did they hurt you?

Pain's all mine.

I wouldn't say you were
exactly Cupid, Mr. Trevor.

You know me, Mr...

West.

James West.

I've seen your picture.

Everyone knows
the great game hunter.

Take her down, Janet.

Miss Coburn is
my animal trainer.

And your target?

My bareback rider.

Excellent performer.

Thank you, Corinne.

You may go.

Girl of many talents.

You're quite a trainer,
Mr. Trevor.

I've devoted my life to animals.

Most of those you see here, I've captured.

Many a species
never seen before

outside of their native habitat.

Two-legged or four-legged?

Are they better off in cages?

The circus is only
their temporary home.

Mr. West, why are you here?

I'm with the government.

We expect a large amount
of counterfeit money

to flood the city.

Public activities,
this circus,

would be natural places
to pass off money.

The circus doesn't give
its first public performance

for another week.

We'll be glad to cooperate

and take every precaution.

Good.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to look

around your place
a little bit more-

where the concessions
are, the ticket booths-

anyplace where money
would be exchanged.

so I can stake out my men.

Delighted.

Miss Coburn will
give you a tour

of the area.

Janet.

Follow me.

Anytime.

Sirang.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Attaboy.

He, uh...

He wouldn't bite

the hand that feeds
him, would he?

Most mammals rarely
fight over a kill.

They only kill what
they need to eat.

Meat eaters do very little
chewing, actually.

Some of their molars
are degenerated

and others are adapted
for crunching bones.

Interesting.

Lions are really very gentle,
given proper love and care.

But like people,
don't turn your back on them.

Sirang.

The Loxodonta africana...

the last of
the Proboscideans.

A once numerous group

whose history spans
58 million years.

I, uh, find you most
informative, Miss Coburn.

Looking for something,
Mr. West?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I was checking
the entrance and exits,

anyplace where people
might congregate.

You know, all this
arouses my curiosity

in the most interesting
species on the grounds.

And what might that be?

Not what- who.

Warren Trevor.

A fascinating man.

The animals are all
entirely responsive

to Mr. Trevor

and myself.

They can be gentle...

or they can revert to their
basic nature, at command.

I think I've made
the general situation clear.

Mr. Trevor can fill you in
on anything else.

I'd like to know more
about Janet Coburn-

intelligent, beautiful...

We should be getting back.

What's, um...

What's out there?

A reproduction of
the African veldt area.

We sometimes turn our tigers
and lions loose out there

for exercise.

It's a restricted area,
Mr. West.

Thank you for the warning.

Anytime.

Then you don't mind
if I continue to look around

anyplace where I think
I might find the money.

Enjoy the circus, Mr. West.

Mr. West.

Corinne wants to see you.

Where?

No, no- don't
look around.

Be casual.

Follow me.

She's waiting for you
on the other side of the rock.

Mr. West.

Whatever have you been doing?

I've been trying to make friends
with the animals.

How dreadful.

Now, you might have been drowned
or crushed.

I think that little fellow
had other things in mind.

You shouldn't go wandering
around by yourself, Mr. West,

in a restricted area.

What's that sound
I keep hearing?

Oh, there are so many mating
calls in the jungle.

One cannot keep up
with all of them.

That mating call sounds
a little rusty.

Mr. Trevor asked me
to come and look for you.

He'd like you
to be his guest.

He's entertaining
the tribal chief

of the Cobanu Province
in Central Africa.

Don't you think
I might be a wet blanket?

Not if I dry you off first.

You might well wind up
joining our circus, Mr. West.

Afraid not.

I get dizzy more than
three feet off the ground.

You could, uh,
join our tumblers.

They work pretty close
to the ground.

Oh, no, thanks.

I've met
your tumblers.

All I need now
is a tightrope...

or am I walking one
already?

You don't think very
positively, Mr. West, do you?

I might... about you.

That's exactly
what I was hoping.

So serene in here.

Almost like the jungle.

I know about the
birds and the bees.

It's, uh... it's your
tiger I'm not sure of.

He's as docile
as a kitten.

Not like his trainer.

Yes...

Like his trainer.

What, uh,
kind of food

do they serve
at African feasts?

African food.

You know, the funny thing...

I hear a certain sound,
like...

metallic grinding.

Not from here, you don't.

It's, uh,
still lingering.

I told you- it was
only a mating call.

Like a printing press
"mating" money.

Jan?

Where are the plates?

Somehow I don't seem
to hear you, Mr. West.

You help me
get the plates,

and I'll help you
get some free years.

Prison's terrible
for the complexion.

I thought you were only
interested in wooing me.

You're getting warm.

Maziwah...

nyama...

chibuku.

What's that?

African dishes-
delicious-

you've never tasted
anything like them.

And I'm very hungry.

We mustn't keep
the chieftain waiting.

Keep him company,
Sirang...

while I freshen up.

Nice kitty.

Ah, Mr. West.

Welcome.

You know Corinne,
of course.

And may I present
Chief Vonoma

and his entourage
from Kubana.

Formerly a French
protectorate in Africa.

Do help yourself,
while the chief and I

continue our business
discussion.

Thank you.

But to purchase
an animal domain

as vast as you envisage
from my kingdom

will take a very vast
sum of money, Mr. Trevor.

We would not sell to the French
when they were through.

What would you do with a piece
of Africa, Mr. Trevor?

Every man has
his dream.

Mine is to own
and protect

and cherish nature
and her creations from man.

Man is the most
predatory beast

on the face
of the globe.

He kills wantonly-

animals kill
merely to survive.

There's already
sound testimony

of man's senseless carnage
of other living creatures.

Man is the only animal capable
of changing his environment,

the only species to render
other species extinct.

Not to mention his own.

The Great Hawk
has been ruthlessly hunted

for over 300 years.

The last known specimen
was killed in 1844.

Ah, dinner is about
to be served.

Corinne, show Mr. West
to his place.

Some wine, sir?

Thank you.

He's toying
with us.

We'll never get
out of this alive.

Some of the most delicious
torture I've ever encountered.

But I can't figure out
how you come into this.

Want the truth?

Money-
lots of money.

I wanted to live
in my own world,

not his animal world,

so I introduced
my father to him,

and he used him to get the
plates- double-crossed him.

Then why did you
come back here

after leaving me
at the hotel?

I thought I could
still help him.

I didn't know
he was dead

until I got here.

Now I want
to avenge him.

But I can't even
help myself.

Where are the plates?

The printing press
is in a tent

in the veldt area.

How do I get in there?

You are in-

and you can't
get out.

He has spies and
guards everywhere.

Would you care

for some python-skin
jellied hors d'oeuvres?

Keep your eye on me.

You'll know when to make
a break for it.

How about you, my dear?

Would you care to join us?

Shall we dine?

Thank you.

Getting along
famously, I see.

Like a couple
of old friends.

Where are the dancing girls?

I have a couple
of dancing bears.

They might enjoy
waltzing with you.

Not me, I have
two left feet.

I'm impressed
with your intention,

Mr. Trevor.

But how would your government
feel about the purchase?

A large sum of money
would leave its borders.

Mr. West is a spokesman
for my government.

He understands that I can
produce the money.

We understand
you're going to try.

You see,
Chief Vonoma,

my government doesn't stop
a private citizen

from doing business with
the head of an outside state.

They wouldn't
prevent me

from buying a piece
of Africa.

Would they,
Mr. West?

No, not as long
as it isn't Treasury money.

Hmm.

$10 million?

Excellent wine, Mr. Trevor.

$20 million?

Forty?

Fifty.

I will consider
the matter.

But until such time

as the entire sum
is placed in a Swiss bank,

I would be concerned
by your country's attitude.

Aren't you going
after them?

So...

there are three.

Mr. West, you try
my patience.

Worse... you scared off
the chief.

That's our good deed
for the day.

And your last.

Return the plates
and save your skin.

You can't hope
to pull this off.

I can't, hmm?

And as for skins,

I have a skin game
in mind for you.

These fresh animal skins
dry and shrink

at a very rapid rate
under the hot sun.

You'll literally
be squeezed to death,

but not before
your eyeballs pop.

But in a sense, your mission
is successful, Mr. West.

You wanted to find the plates,
listen carefully.

There they are in the tent.

Being used for the purpose
your government intended.

Come, Janet,
I need you to help me

salvage my deal with the chief.

No.

I want to stay.

Boy, I sure clowned things up
just great.

I'm sorry, Mr. West.

Just call me Jim.

Save your energy.

You're only working
against yourself.

Why don't they
just shoot us

and get it over with?

And spoil their fun?

You can't say
we haven't gone native.

We'd better
think of something, Jim.

These skins are drying out fast.

If these skins
are dry enough,

maybe I can get them
to split.

Oh.

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

They're splitting!

Thanks for my life,
Mr. West,

but I don't think I'll
keep it very long.

First things first.

We've got to get those plates.

The second thing-
keep down.

Get me some
more paper.

I got to get
these plates out of here.

Take off.

Well, I can't
leave you here.

Take off, will you?

I'll be right behind you.

I got to destroy
that money.

Go on!

Smoke, Mr. Trevor!

Mr. Trevor! Mr. Trevor!

Smoke! Smoke!

Smoke!

There must be
another way out.

He set fire
to the tent.

He's out there
somewhere.

He's got the plates.

I must say I find Mr. West

a worthy adversary.

He has an animal cunning
I find challenging.

I want
the satisfaction

of his blood.

The hunt is mine.

Warren, no!

No!

Sirang... go!

It would seem
that Mr. West

has tamed the beast
in you, Janet.

Poor foolish Janet.

Throw her
in the cage.

And you...

I'll have your head
on a pole.

Throw him in the cage, too.

They are running,
Mr. Trevor.

Wait here.

We have
to keep moving.

I'll keep moving
if I have to crawl.

He's worse than any
of his animals.

He ought to be caged.

Mr. Trevor!

Good work.

Time is running out
for our friends.

Jim, look out!

You first...
and then Mr. West.

I'd love to have you
teach me something

about soothing
the savage beast.

You know, there are some nights
I actually roar...

r-r-roar!

Neither you
nor your friend

have been very nice
to me.

Well, you weren't
particularly...

Hey!

Jim!

The key on the pole.

Relax, Artemus,
I'll get you out.

Get me out?

Who said anything about wanting to get out?

Somehow I didn't think
I'd see you again.

I had to come back
for my clothes.

They're in my tent,

and they ought
to be dry by now.

The last time I saw you,
you weren't very nice to me-

tried to tie me up
in those animal skins.

You wouldn't
want a woman

to be consistent,
would you?

Maziwah... nyama.

What's that?

It's that, uh,
African feast

we never got to finish.

Say, everybody else
is gone.

Why don't the four
of us have dinner?

Delighted.

You said it was delicious.

Very delicious.

Um...

I'll change clothes.

Artemus...

Hmm.

Entertain the girls
while I'm gone, will you?

I have to change
my clothes.

You locked... you
locked the door, Jim.

Jim, you've
locked me in!

That's right, Artemus.

If I may, please.

Thank you.

Now, then...

I ever tell you
about the time

I was locked in a hotel
in New Orleans

with nothing but
a small field pack

and a, uh, bowie knife?

There we are.

Thank you.

Why didn't you think
of this two hours ago?

I did.

Shall we dine, ladies?

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