All language subtitles for Tales of Wells Fargo-S6E1 - Casket 7.3

Beau, may I steal your
fiancé for this next set?

How can I refuse our host?

- Christina?
- Mr. Brox.

- Mrs. Russo, no partner?
- I have this dance with Justin Brox.

He's stolen my Christina,
so may I reply in kind?

I'd be delighted.

Forget the money.

What more could a
man ask for, Mrs. Russo?

Delightful dance
set, finest wine.

And a vintage partner.
What shall we drink to?

- Well, let's see. Why not...
- May I propose the toast?

- Please do.
- To our Glorious Union.

Perhaps this gentleman
didn't hear me.

I heard you.

But I'm afraid I
dropped my glass.

Madam.

Leaving so soon?

I had hoped to be
able to stay long enough

to take a look at your famous
thoroughbreds, Mr. Brox.

Well, I'm afraid you're
a little too late, sir.

I've sold all of my stock,
except my Waterloo.

Oh, I see. Are you out of the
horse game altogether, Mr. Brox?

Oh, merely selling out here.

In the future, I shall
raise short horses.

Well, they are more practical
for work than the blooded racers.

If you're, uh, traveling out west
and pass the town of Dos Mesas,

- you're welcome to visit.
- Ah. Good day.

I thought you said you had that
hot-tempered fool under control.

Justin, I wonder what you'd do
to Beau if you didn't need him.

Well, as long as I do,

an answer would be as
unnecessary as your question.

They must know that the
service is on to the whole thing.

Impossible, it just can't be!
Nothing seems to be missing.

It's apparent that we can't use
our government men from here on.

Just nothing. Now, there's $50,000
worth of gold lying there like a ripe plum,

and nothing...

You understand, of course,
that the entire resources

- of Wells Fargo are at your disposal.
- Yes, yes. Thank you.

- I just don't understand it, sir.
- What is it, Matthew?

Nothing seems to be missing. Why the
raid if they didn't want to steal the gold?

If you had examined the
manifest more carefully,

you would have observed
item four, page ten.

Page ten, item four.

Casket 7.3?

He's destroying the
evidence of the theft.

- What theft?
- What...? This raid.

- Matthew, do you value your job?
- Why, yes, sir.

Good. As you can see,
there has been no raid.

No raid...

For the sake of your
sanity, and your life,

tell no one of your
ridiculous dream.

Dream? Sir, this is
nothing short of a nightmare.

Nightmare. Horses!

A capital idea!

Morning, Jeb.

You slippery,
side-winding sea serpent!

- That hunk of junk come with the house!
- -It's mine!

You ain't getting nothing
but what you signed for!

I signed for the whole
darn kit and caboodle!

Including that! And you know
what them words is? Final!

You're a dirty, old,
conniving, belly-crawling...

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Welcome to your new home.
- Some welcome.

Uh, meet Ovie, Jim.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

She's the one that
sold us the house,

- the land, and...
- Oh, my goodness.

My goodness! I better get Tina.

And the stove!

Tina?

- Tina!
- Yes, Mother.

Tina!

- Yes, Mother!
- Oh.

Ain't she a sight. Real lady.

- Just like her ma.
- Oh, hush, Jeb.

I was just picking these
flowers for... Mr. Hardie.

Put up, doggone
you. This is Mr. Hardie.

The one you fixed the
house up so pretty for.

You're Mr. Hardie?

I didn't know
if it... that you...

You must be Tina,
from what I hear.

- Yes. Yes, I am.
- Pleased to meet you.

School teacher.
That's what she is.

How's that for making
education interesting, huh?

Oh, Mother.

Well, now you tell
me, flat you, Mr. Hardie.

You think I can trust you
with this straight-thinking lass?

Yes. Yes, yes I think you can.

Well, now ain't that too bad.

Mother!

Oh, you're gonna like
Glory Be, Mr. Hardie.

It's the pride of the Sierras. The
crossroads of Queen California.

Ovie, it's a comfort to know
you're our nearest neighbor.

Especially if some
Injuns decide to attack.

Well, now just for them
kind words, Jebediah,

you can have my stove.

Your stove?! You ain't giving
nothing away that ain't yours!

- Isn't he wonderful?
- I think he is.

Well, I hope that doesn't lead to
bloodshed out there over that stove.

I think he's met his match.

Oh, by now they're probably
out there looking at each other

like a couple of
moon-eyed calves.

Well, uh,

I guess I better be going. I
have to chaperon Ovie home.

She's a real
terror with menfolk.

Well, I sure wanna thank you for making
everything look so pretty around here.

I hope I get to see you again.

You will.

Well, everything is looking
awful nice around here, Jebediah.

You know, Ovie might
not look it, but I gotta admit,

she's all female when it comes
to that special homebody touch.

You should have seen her
up there patching that roof.

I can imagine.

Well, you done a good
job yourself, though.

Oh, nothing much.
Got the corrals up.

I fetched the horses. Oh.

Take a look in the barn while I
put the stove back where it belongs.

I'll do that. And after you get
the stove back where it belongs,

why don't we get
something to eat around here.

Well, you sure had
me fooled, young lady.

Are you that Wells
Fargo Mr. Hardie?

- I sure am.
- Then how come you're fooled so easily?

Well, I, um, I never ran up against
such a shrewd, clever hat grabber before.

You don't know it, but you just
met the hat-grabbingest of them all.

The notorious Mary Gee!

Well, I'm certainly pleased
to meet you, Mary Gee.

- You're nice.
- Thank you. I think you're nice too.

- How do you like our barn?
- Our barn?

Well, Mama sold it to
you. I'm Ovie's little girl.

Oh, I see. Well...
Well, in that case,

I'm gonna take very,
very good care of our barn.

Do you really capture all
those outlaws like Jeb says?

Has Jeb been
telling you tall tales?

Bet it was a lot
of trouble anyway.

It was a good deal of trouble.
But not nearly as much trouble

as trying to capture the notorious
Mary Gee, the hat grabber.

Thank you.

Well... I'll be right back.

Well, Mr. Nichols,
didn't expect to see you

the eastern head of
Wells Fargo out here.

Nice place you got here, Jim.

Well, thank you.
Needs a little rain.

I intend to spend
my four months off

looking for breeding
stock to put on it.

Well, that's fine.
Nothing wrong with killing

two birds with one
stone, so to speak.

I don't follow you.
What's your point?

Well, we want you to look
for breeding stock, Jim.

But Mr., uh, Mr. Jones here in
the carriage will explain everything.

Mr. Hardie. Our friend might
have indicated that I am Mr. Smith.

Your friend indicated
you were Mr. Jones.

Well, there's only one
name that's important to me.

- Justin Brox. You know it?
- Brox Horse Farm in Louisiana?

They raise the greatest
horses in the country, Mr...

- Smith.
- Jones.

Justin Brox is breeding
something else besides horses.

A scheme, Mr. Hardie, that could
very well bring this Union to its knees.

General Lee couldn't do it with an
army, Mr... whatever your name is.

How could Justin Brox, who's
only one man, ever hope to do it?

Not with force of
arms. But with this.

A thousand dollar 7.3 bond.

Wells Fargo's got a
fortune invested in them.

Why, every spare dollar in the
country's buying those bonds.

Speculate for
yourself, Mr. Hardie.

Ask yourself what might happen

if our treasury
was suddenly faced

with cashing 50 or 100 times as
many bonds as we're actually issued.

Perfect counterfeits, copies,

that could not be detected
until it was too late.

Yes, Mr. Hardie.
A bankrupt nation

brought to its
knees by Justin Brox.

I would feel safer
if we were moving.

Major, bring Mr. Hardie's horse.

Justin Brox led a daring skill
special group during the war.

After the surrender, one of his men
joined the Federal Printing Office.

It was he who slipped a thin
lead plate through the press

during the run-off of the
thousand dollar bond issue.

A perfect impression from
which exact steel engravings could be made.

He then shipped it in a strong
metal container to the south.

By a Wells Fargo
packet, Casket 7.3.

Why didn't you
just take the plate?

The only way to stop
Justin Brox once and for all

is to catch him with
the absolute evidence.

That is why we tried to shadow
the casket to its ultimate destination.

I must admit, I'm afraid
we made a grave mistake.

'Cause Justin Brox
was smart enough

to intercept it while it
was in transit, is that it?

Exactly, Mr. Hardie.

We have maintained
absolute secrecy over this,

and we must continue to do so.

You understand that if any
word gets out, even a rumor,

there might be a run on the
banks to cash in the bonds.

That would mean
absolute disaster.

The confidence in this government
bond issue cannot be shaken at any cost.

- It's up to you, Mr. Hardie.
- Up to me? Why me?

There is a town, Dos Mesas,
along the Bravo border.

Justin Brox intends to go
into the horse game there.

- Half horses, I think you call them.
- Huh... churros.

Well, he intends to
operate from there.

You must go to Dos Mesas,
get Justin Brox and the plate.

- And what if I should fail?
- You won't, Mr. Hardie.

You were selected
for two reasons:

First, because you
are a horseman.

Second, we checked
your Wells Fargo record

and found that you
had never failed.

There's got to be a
first time for everybody.

- What if this is it?
- I shall weep for you at your funeral.

Well, it's nice to know you're
not without sentiment, Mr., uh...

- Brown. Will that do?
- Mr. Brown.

Good day.

It's not much like what
we left behind, is it?

Well, Beau, we're...
We're together, and...

That's good enough for me.

We don't have to wait,
Chris. We could go to

Dos Mesas. We could
get married today, now.

No, now, Beau, that's impossible.
We must do as Justin says.

So far, everything's gone
just perfectly and, well,

it'd just draw undue
attention to us.

Oh, why risk
everything we believe in?

Our one chance of winning against
the north, just for a few more days?

You love me, Chris?

All right, I'll wait.

But just till the
plate is finished.

Oh, and I'll be there
watching the first bonds

running off the press.

And then...

Ah!

Thought I told you not
to give him any trouble.

Justin, I can't stand
the sight of him!

But I need him to
make the engravings.

Do you want everything to blow up in our
faces because of that hot-head's temper?

He wants to marry me.

Well, then, marry him.

Marry him.

You...

Just what kind of a
woman do you think I am?

You're my kind, Christina.

You only want
what you can't have.

Now, then...

You go to Dos Mesas.

I want a report on everybody
who gets off that train.

Hm?

Hey, that's quite a horse.

Are you Justin Brox?

Mm. Sound chest.

Plenty of drive in those legs.

My name's Jim Hardie.

Fine head.

Only horse I've ever seen
come close to Waterloo.

- You ever race?
- Yes, he runs when he has to.

Beau?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Beau McCloud, Mr. Hardie. A
pleasure to know you. Nice race.

Yeah, thank you, that's
a nice horse you riding.

How much, Mr. Hardie?
Name your price.

Jute? I'm on a
buying trip, Mr. Brox.

Well, I have a few for sale.

Drop back at the house, have
some supper. Be my guest.

I'm sure they represent
some great horses.

They do. But they're
just memories, Mr. Hardie.

Just memories. Brandy?

Thank you.

It's time to rebuild. The south
must forget about the past.

Create its own future.

There are some traditions
worth saving, Mr. Hardie.

Beau here served
with me under that flag.

I was a sergeant. It was
a small, specialized unit.

And Beau was, well, my artist.

Chris, where have
you been all day?

In that filthy town.

Justin insisted I keep
lookout at the station for, uh,

prospective horse buyers.

My fiancé, Mr. Hardie.

Oh, well, now Jim
and I are old friends.

You bet. Ever since I
stepped off the train,

she told me how
to find your place.

I see.

Well, if, uh, you
gentlemen will excuse me,

I think I'll freshen
up a little bit.

I'm afraid what I told your fiancé
made quite an impression on her, Beau.

Actually, I'm on four months
leave from my regular job.

- Oh?
- I'm a special agent for Wells Fargo.

Well, you must find that

very interesting, Mr. Hardie.

Yeah. Sometimes it gets

a little too interesting
for my taste.

Well, I do have
some book-work to do.

Help yourself to the brandy.
Make yourself right at home.

Thank you.

So you...

You served with
him, did you, Beau?

The Ghosts of Justin Brox, that's
what they called us, Mr. Hardie.

Sergeant Brox is a legend.

A real hero to our
southern cause.

We were guerrillas
operating behind enemy lines.

And what was an artist
doing with an outfit like that?

Well, there were
thousands of Union soldiers

who were pretty demoralized when
they found their pay was worthless.

Yeah. I bet they were.

Were you in the war, Mr. Hardie?

- Yes, I was.
- And which was your side?

The side I was
on is unimportant.

The war is over now. Today
it's all one nation again.

Of course. You probably
don't know what it means

to believe in something so
strongly that it must rise again,

- like a phoenix reborn.
- The rebel cause?

The rebel cause will live forever,
as long as Justin Brox is alive.

Sergeant Justin Brox.

There was a man in France
that was just a corporal.

- He rose to power.
- That's right, he did.

And he died in exile. But not until
he brought his country to its knees.

General Robert E. Lee
had an army behind him.

Still, he shook
hands at Appomattox.

Now, what could Justin
Brox possibly have

that makes him any different?

Are you a Bible man, Mr. Hardie?

- Yes, I am.
- All of Israel was lost.

Until David went after the
Philistines with nothing but a slingshot.

That's right. He did.

And in the end, all David really
craved was Bathsheba, wasn't it?

It's getting late.
I... think I'll turn in.

Good night, Beau.

Sending him down
here without warning,

what kind of a...

Justin, he's interested
in horses, not plates.

You little fool. Do you think this
is some kind of a ridiculous game?

- Our entire cause is at stake!
- Now, who do you think you're talking to?

The only cause you're fighting for is
money and the power it can bring us!

Us, Christina?

Us, Justin.

Just as long as you
need me to control Beau.

Be warned, Christina.

Now you stay in line.

You make me believe you're
trying to make a deal with Hardie,

just one slip, and that slip
can be very, very permanent.

Everything has its price.

Has it? What are you
asking for Waterloo?

Touché, Mr. Hardie, I can see
where Jubilee is your Waterloo.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure that, uh, Chris
won't mind showing you around.

Good day.

- It's a nice morning.
- Is it?

Well, I thought it was.

I don't have any
feelings, Mr. Hardie.

Everybody has feelings,
one way or another.

Love, hate, indifference.

The only thing I have
feelings for is money.

Oh, I see.

Well, money is not something that
you can get for nothing, you know.

Well now, supposing I could

get something that Justin has.

It's the only thing he
needs and, uh, you want.

I'd be willing to pay for it.

Would it be worth $25,000?

It might be.

I have to think about it.

You've come this far.
Go the rest of the way.

You know, I'm
beginning to like you, Jim.

And I'd like to
give you a warning.

Don't go into those hills
up ahead, it's dangerous.

Did Justin Brox tell you to warn
me to make sure I would go?

Well... Mr. Hardie.

Delighted to see you.

Come on in. Have a look around.

You don't mind
my looking around?

Why should I?

Mine's on my property.
You're my guest.

Must have been abandoned
about ten years ago

'cause the silver vein
ran out about right there.

Now, this, uh, section
I've been chipping on,

see those flecks,
striations? Silver.

Now, doesn't that prove the
vein starts again right there?

Well, I don't know
about that, Mr. Brox.

I'm not that much of a miner.

But I'm quite sure that's not
why you had me lured in here.

Well now, Mr. Hardie, do you think that I
would have Christina lure you down here?

Well, I'm afraid
you've caught me, sir.

Well, then why don't
we get to the point?

Well, the point is... Jubilee.

How's this for a deal, man?

Half-interest in this
mine for Jubilee.

Well, no sale there.

Mr. Hardie, I'm gonna make
a lot of money down here.

Tell you, why don't we
talk it over at suppertime?

I thank you for your invitation,

but I'm afraid I can't accept.

I got a room back in
town. I'll need a clean shirt.

Again, I wanna thank
you for your hospitality.

Good day.

How does it look?

It's almost perfect.

A few lines right there
need to be cleaned up,

shouldn't take too long.

Have you found out
anything, Mr. Hardie?

Not anything for sure.

Clever man, Justin Brox.

Yes, he is.

However, he might have
been a little too clever this time.

He took great pains to
show me an abandoned mine

just to prove to me
there was nothing there.

- If there was nothing there.
- There has to be.

I noticed the tracks as I
came out, with no rust on them.

One ore truck making one
run couldn't have done that.

It had to be many runs,
each time with a heavy load.

- Like paper and a press?
- Exactly.

That must be it.

We haven't very
much time, Mr. Hardie.

They probably made that plate
and are running the press right now.

What do you need? Name it.

I need enough men to go
up there and take that mine.

Can you guarantee
me that the plate is there

and that we'll get it and
Justin Brox together?

Well, I can't
guarantee that, no.

Then you must go it alone,
without any help from outside.

I can't risk anyone else knowing
about it unless we're sure.

Other than that, anything?

All right.

Give me $30,000 in
cash. It's not for me.

It's for the girl.

She knows where the plate is.

Right now, she's scared. She
doesn't trust Justin Brox anymore.

Offer her $20,000
and settle for 25.

A matter of policy, you know.

Yes, I know. Matter of
fact, it's what I figured.

How about the boy, Beau McCloud?

Right now, the only way you can get
to him is shake his faith in Justin Brox.

At this point, there's
no chance of that.

Perhaps this will help.

Are you sure about this?

Not sure, Mr. Hardie.

Positive.

Mr. Hardie, I've made up my
mind. Did you get the money?

I got what I needed.
Did you get the plate?

There's one guard at the mine. You
should be able to get by him easy enough.

And I left Justin and Beau at the
ranch. If we hurry, I think we can make it.

How do I know the
plate's at the mine?

You don't trust me, do you?

Not as long as that plate's
worth a good deal more

than you're
asking to deliver it.

- You could just be using me.
- Well, it looks like

you're just gonna have
to wait and find out.

Throw down your gun!

Drop it.

It's been a long time since anybody
was able to get the drop on me, Beau.

The training I got
from Sergeant Brox.

Did he also train you
how to kill in cold blood?

Only for a cause, Mr. Hardie.

Did you ever get to thinking
there might not be any cause,

except Justin Brox's own
personal cause, of course?

What do you mean?

I think you're sincere
in what you believe in.

But I also think that Justin Brox
and Christine are in for just thing,

- and one thing only, and that's money.
- That's a lie.

Is it? Then how come
she's up there right now

trying to get her
hands on the plates?

- Why should she be?
- 'Cause I offered her a lot

of money to get ahold of them.

Well, what's it gonna be?

Let's go.

Justin...

Justin, ...

No, Justin.

That's nice work, Beau.

Maybe I'll get
Jubilee after all.

- Where's Chris?
- Why don't you ask Mr. Hardie here?

She went out to
make a deal with him.

I say she's here someplace.

And I know she's not.

In that case, you wouldn't mind
us looking around, would you?

- That's far enough.
- Hold it.

Well, it's up to you now, Beau.

Well, I guess he's right, Beau.

Now, you just think about it.

My men are ready to
pass those bonds out

in every city in this world.

Ready to do their
job if you do yours.

I've done mine, Justin.

-Then all we have to
do is crank that machine

and turn out 250 million
dollars worth of power.

Power? Whatever happened to that great and
glorious cause you've been talking about?

You think about it, Beau.

Think what it'll be
like when we win.

You'll be standing alongside
of Sergeant Justin Brox.

And Christina?
Where will she be?

Forget about her, boy!
You wanna lose the chance

to win the world because of a
woman trying to make a fool out of you?

He's right. She did
make a fool out of you.

But because of him. They
both made a fool out of you.

- And I can prove it.
- Beau, you know what Waterloo means to me.

I'll bet you my horse
that he can't prove it.

Well, it looks like you
just won a horse, boy.

This is the official document.

I didn't wanna show it
to you unless I had to.

Now I've got no choice.

She's been Mrs. Justin
Brox for quite some time now.

Now you try to understand, Beau.

Now, we had to lead you on. Our
cause is worth the sacrifice of everything.

- Even honor?
- Even your wife.

I told you, I don't know
where Christina is.

Why don't we call her? Or
won't she ever answer again?

No escort? No patrol?

You know, Mr. Hardie,

if that plate got into
the wrong hands,

it could be a
terrible temptation.

Yes.

Yes, it could.

About a hundred million dollars
worth of temptation, I'd say.

Very well. Tempt me.

Not just yet.

First let's talk about
Beau McCloud.

He will have to pay the penalty

for making that
counterfeit plate.

Now, which plate
are you talking about?

The one that was stolen off
the packet boat in Louisiana?

Yes, you're right.

There was no raid.

Therefore, nothing was stolen.

So doesn't it follow then

that there couldn't possibly
be a counterfeit plate?

It follows.

Now, will you hand over that
exquisitely nonexistent plate?

It's ruined. Did you do that?

Yes, I did.

A wise precaution?

Or did you guess that
every man had his price?

I shall never know

whether I actually
had found my own.

Well...

Perhaps it's just as
well that way, Mr...

Prescott.

Alexander Prescott?

Yes. Alexander
Prescott is my name.

Good day, sir.

There are times when I could
use a man like you, Beau.

On my side.

You mean you'd like
me to go to work for you?

Maybe not for me. With me.

Of course, it may not
be the kind of cause

that inspires a young
hot head like yourself.

Working for Wells Fargo, it's
just the simple right and wrong of it.

If you'd be willing to
give me a chance, I...

Yeah, a shame to
miss an opportunity

to race some fine horses from a
good one like old Waterloo there.

Sure would.

Guess we could do
some talking about it,

if Waterloo and I lived
somewhere near you.

Yeah, we could.

And I need the
chance, Mr. Hardie.

All right. We'll see.

Let's try.