All language subtitles for S06E13 - New Orleans Trackdown

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

- You run this place, mister?
- Yup. My name's Gus.

I've got to get
this trough filled up.

The stage is coming in directly.

Sure is hot in this sun.

Well, you're welcome to rest up
inside if you want to.

The coffee's on,
if you care for some.

Well, thank you, Gus.

You riding on through?

Yeah. Had about all the saddle
I can take.

Yeah.

Thought we'd ride
the stagecoach into King City.

Well, she's due about noon.

We'll wait.

Your wife inside?

No.

Amy's been dead for five years.

Are you all alone?

Yup.

No one inside?

I guess you are at that.

Colly, take the horses,
tie them around back

where nobody can see them
from the road.

I'll take care of him.

Inside.

Come on.

Sit down.

Give me your hands.

I thought all Wells Fargo
stations ran on time, Joe.

Any reason why
it should be late?

No.

You're sure the package
is in the mail?

That's what we were told.

Well, what's in it?

I ain't that curious.

Well, I am, and I intend
to take a look.

Hold it.

It's the stagecoach coming now.

Whoa. Whoa.

Wonder what's wrong with Gus.
He's usually out here waiting.

- You Charley?
- Yeah.

Gus hurt himself this morning.

I think his leg's broke.

Is that so?

- Well, we'll be right in.
- Wait a minute, Charley.

You wait out here.
I'll go see about Gus.

May be one
of the packages there.

I ought to give you
a hand with it.

It'll be a 20-minute layover
here, folks.

If you'd like
to freshen up a bit,

you'll find a basin
and some towels

in the back of the building.

All right, mister.
You hold it right there.

All right, let's get it
and get out of here.

All right, come on
out of there, fella.

That's all the passengers
there is, mister.

Where's the mail sack?

Well, there's nothing in it
except mail.

Well, now that's just what
we're after: the mail.

Get it.

Hurry it up.

Colly, get the package.

I'll keep my eye
on the passengers.

Where do you think you're going?

You can see the lady's fainted.

I'm going inside
and get her some water.

The lady is better off
the way she is.

But she needs water.

Stay put.

Now, get.

Very unchivalrous of you,
sir, I must say.

Move!

Fine shooting, sir.

Thanks.

Where did you learn
to kick like that?

Oh, from a great French master
in the art of self-defense.

It's called savate.

Takes a lot of nerve to use it
against a man with a rifle.

Rifle's a clumsy weapon
at close quarters.

Is he still alive?

I'm sorry to have to do this.

Ma'am.

- How are you, Beau?
- Good.

How's Charlie?

Doc says he's going
to make a fight of it.

Bullet just nicked his lung.

How's your head?

Well, not near as bad
as my pride.

Funny thing, I just said
thank you to the guy

before he hit me.

Go over here.

Who was he?
You know anything about him?

Well, his name
was Phillip Fortin.

Destination: King City.

He rode with us as far
as Gus's relay station.

I've asked all over town,
no one seems to know him.

Could be a false name.

Fortin. Obviously French.

It's as common
in the Cajun country

as Smith and Jones is
around here.

What else you know about him?
What does he look like?

Well, he had a kind of
a nondescript face.

About 30 years old. Blonde hair.

Well-mannered man. Dressed well.

I'll bet you six months
of my salary

he's from one of those families
in New Orleans.

One of those rich families.

That could be.

You mean because of his manners
and his clothes?

No, it wasn't that so much.

Have you ever seen a man fight
with his feet?

Country-style or Cajun-style?

I take it you mean savate.

Savate.
That's what he called it.

The pretties right cross
I've ever seen with a left foot.

He helped me in the fight.

What about the other two?

Nothing on them
to identify them.

We buried them
behind the relay station.

You think there's
any possibility

that he could have been
working with them?

I don't know. As a matter
of fact, I don't know anything.

I've been riding shotgun
on this mail sack for 200 miles,

and I still don't know
what's in it.

You weren't supposed to, Beau,

nor was Charley or anyone else.

Can you talk about it now?

I suppose it's no secret now.

The package contained a necklace

valued at a quarter
of a million dollars.

Company had it insured
to the full amount.

No one was supposed to know
what was in it,

but obviously someone did.

There was a leak somewhere.
There had to be.

Where? Charley and I have been
together ever since we started.

- We didn't know anything.
- I know that.

You're not to blame.

I hope the company
feels that way.

Speaking of the company,

they told me to give you this.

What is it?

They don't believe
in wasting manpower.

You open it and read it.

This yours?

"Copy the transfer orders to all
department and division heads.

"All investigations
in the Kansas City area.

Are to be placed
under the authority of..."

Mr. Beau McCloud?

"Special agents in that area
will report to McCloud

"upon his arrival.

Orders effective immediately."

What a break.

I know it's because of you.

I...

I don't know what to say.

Don't need to say anything.

Been nice working with you,
Beau.

Been especially good
for the company.

However, we'll go as far
as Kansas City together.

I'll go on to New Orleans
from there.

We'll have plenty of time
to say our goodbyes then.

Right now, you get
your stuff together

and meet me back here
as soon as you can.

Okay, Jim.

I'd like to see
a Mr. Asher, please.

I'm Gilbert Asher.
What can I do for you, sir?

My name is Hardie.
Jim Hardie, from Wells Fargo.

Something wrong?

Afraid there is.

You shipped a necklace,
I believe, from New Orleans

to a Mr. Crandall in King City.

Yes, a few weeks ago.

Why? What's happened?

That stage was held up
at a relay station

about 400 miles from here.

A necklace, I'm afraid,
was stolen.

The Montclair necklace, stolen?

Mr. Hardie, that necklace
is worth a fortune.

I can assure you, sir,

we're well aware of that fact.

My company carried
the insurance on it, you know.

Oh, yes, but let me point out,

the insurance merely covers
the face value,

not the profit I was going
to sell it at.

Oh, I'm bitterly disappointed.

I ship by Wells Fargo because
of your company's reputation

for honesty and safety.

Oh, this is a terrible loss
to me.

We're not exactly happy
about it either, sir.

You're an insurance adjuster,
Mr. Hardie.

No. The company will settle
the insurance matter with you.

I'm looking for the man
who stole the necklace.

You're looking for him here?

I thought you said the stage was
held up many miles from here.

It was.

By two men.
They're both dead now.

A third man actually got away
with the necklace.

His name was Phillip Fortin.
He was a passenger.

He could or could not have been
working with the other two.

We don't know yet.

Do you know of a man
by that name?

No, no. I don't know a man
of that name.

We have reason to believe
that he came from New Orleans.

He boarded here, and...

well, he could possibly have
known about the shipment

to Mr. Crandall in King City.

Mr. Hardie, I am a businessman.

In business, you learn to keep
your transactions secret.

Yet someone
who shouldn't have known

did know that that necklace
was shipped.

Are you implying that I was
in any way involved in this?

I'm only implying, sir,
that an outsider party

knew about the shipment.

I bought that necklace
from Manfred Montclair.

It's an old family heirloom
handed down for generations,

I understand
for the Duke of Normandy.

Montclair.

Now, that name sounds familiar.

It's one of the oldest families
in New Orleans.

And did Mr. Montclair
know about the shipment?

Yes, I told him I had a buyer
for it.

I'm an exporter, Mr. Hardie,
not a collector.

I can't afford to own
the Montclair necklace.

I bought it from Manfred
at face value,

and I sold it at a profit.

That is to say,
contingent upon its safe arrival

to Mr. Crandall in King City.

I was counting heavily
on that profit.

Well, I can understand that,
sir.

I'm very sorry.

Could you tell me where I could
find this Mr. Montclair?

A big gable house,
just south of Canal Street

beyond St. Anthony's Church.

Thank you very much.

And I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

Best-laid plans of mice and men.

Is Mr. Montclair in?

Yes, he is, sir.

This way.

Thank you.

You startled me.

I was expecting someone else.

I'm Helene Montclair.

Pleased to meet you.
I'm Jim Hardie.

- Are you waiting to see Father?
- Yes.

I hope my playing the piano
didn't disturb you.

Oh. No, it's...

just that my brother often
used to play the same melody.

"The Gambler's Blues," isn't it?

I really don't know.

It's just a melody
I heard somewhere.

Keeps coming back,
kind of like a bad penny.

I'm noticing this painting.
Beautiful.

It's my mother.
Before her accident.

Sorry.

And this is a picture of you?

Yes.

And who's the fella with you?

That's my brother Roger.

You wish to see me, sir?

- You Mr. Montclair?
- Yes.

Father, this is Mr. Hardie.

My wife.

Pleased to meet you.

What is it you want, Mr. Hardie?

I represent
Wells Fargo & Company, sir.

Wells Fargo?

I don't recall having
any business with them.

Well, perhaps you haven't dealt
with them directly.

I wonder if there's somewhere
where we could talk alone

for a few minutes?

Whatever business Wells Fargo
has with me,

I'm sure it can be discussed
right here.

All right.

It's concerning the necklace
you sold to Mr. Asher.

What's he talking about?

I haven't the faintest idea,
Madeline.

I think you're mistaken,
Mr. Hardie.

I don't recall doing business
with anyone named Asher.

I just left his export house
on King Street.

He told me he bought
the necklace from you

a little over two weeks ago.

I don't care
what anyone told you.

You're upsetting my wife.

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I don't mean to upset anyone.

Mr. Asher seemed so sure.

It was a diamond necklace

with a ruby centerpiece.

But that's my necklace.

Mother does have a necklace
fitting that description,

but it's a treasured heirloom.

It would be unthinkable
to sell it.

Yes, I'm sure it would.

I wonder if I might
have a look at it.

No.

Oh, Manfred, let them see it

if it will help Mr. Hardie.

No, Madeline.
I shall not be a party

to any such absurd request.

I don't even know if this man
is from Wells Fargo.

And if he is, I fail to see
what connection this matter has

with his company.

There's a very definite
connection, sir.

A necklace fitting
that description

was stolen from a Wells Fargo
stagecoach two weeks ago.

My company had it insured for
a quarter of a million dollars,

and it's my job to find
information

that will help me recover it.

I understand.

But my necklace is here
in my safe.

I'll have Thomas fetch it.
Helene, will you ring for him?

No, Mother, it's not there.

I took it to the jeweler
two days ago

to have it cleaned.

I wanted to surprise you

for your anniversary.

Now, sir,

if you will excuse us.

All right.

I'll see you to the door,
Mr. Hardie.

Helene.

Incidentally, Miss Montclair,

where is your brother now?

- Why?
- I'd like to talk with him.

He's not available, Mr. Hardie.

I see.

"Then I'd like to know,
is he about 6'1"

with blonde hair
and medium build?

Has something happened to him?

Can you think of any reason

why something should have
happened to him?

The truth is, Mr. Hardie,

we do not know
where my son is now.

He left this house
a long time ago.

And as far as I'm concerned,
he no longer exists.

Now, sir,

will you leave us?

Very well. Good day.

Manfred, I'm very tired.

Please take me to my room.

How's Mother?

She's resting.

How long have you known?

About the necklace?

Since the day you took it
out of Mother's safe

and sold it to Asher.

I couldn't admit it
in front of her.

Not in those circumstances.

The Montclairs have always borne
a proud and honorable name

in New Orleans.

Yes, I...

I know about the Montclair name.

It's been hard on you,
hasn't it,

watching it all go?

The money that's always
been associated

with the Montclair name.

Little by little,
like an ebbing tide.

Oh, Helene, my heart
was for the Confederacy,

even though my judgment told me
we couldn't win.

When we lost,

we lost the bulk
of the Montclair money.

There's always something or
someone to blame, isn't there?

Have you come to think
so little of me?

I was thinking of Mother.

What she thinks of you.

She loves you and trusts you.

What are you going to tell her
tomorrow night,

on the 29th anniversary
of your wedding day?

The truth.

No.

She's been hurt enough.

She was so lovely.

So beautiful.

Yes.

She was.

Whoa.

Nice place you got here,
my friend.

I've been looking all over
Bourbon Street

for a friend of mine.

I thought perhaps
he might be in here.

His name is Roger Montclair.

How about Phillip Fortin?

I've got a hunch this money's
not going to buy me anything

but a drink.

It's bad luck to drink alone

so early in the evening,
monsieur.

You are looking for someone, no?

How'd you know that?

It is in your face.

My name is Jim Hardie.

No need for introductions,
monsieur.

It saves explanations later.

And what'll I call you?

Gigi. An absinthe for me
and my gentleman friend.

But come, I will read
your palm, monsieur.

They say a woman's life
can be read in her eyes.

And a man's hand
tells his story.

Give me your hand.

My, such strong lines, mon Jim.

Deep and uncomplicated.

And this one.
You will have a long life.

Well, that's comforting
to find out.

Here, where the heart line
meets the life line.

She is dead, the one you love.

I have guessed right?

I thought you were
reading my palm.

The lines are there
for those who can read them.

Was she beautiful?

Well, to begin with,
she isn't dead.

Second, yes,
she was very beautiful.

- Ah.
- But now,

you take another look at my hand

and have another guess,

and tell me whether
I'm going to find him or not.

Him?

Yes. Roger Montclair.

Maybe...

Phillip Fortin.

And you, a friend?

A matter of debt, perhaps?

Well, let's just say that...

perhaps I owe him something.

You are very fortunate.

It is usually the other way
around with Phillip.

He owes you something?

Very little.

What does a man owe a woman?

Where will I find him?

Let me see.

Ah, yes, I remember now.

There's a place he goes often.
A woman he sees. A singer.

She calls herself Rene.

And whereabouts does she sing?

Right here.

But it is early yet.
She doesn't start until 9:00.

- Thank you, Gigi.
- Stay.

Maybe I can find something else
in your palm.

Perhaps I'll find
a little something

right in your eye, too.

Do my eyes betray my secrets?

Would you like to compare notes
and find out?

We'll see.
I'll be back a little later.

We've got one of them, Gil.
Get the lamp.

You can call him off now, Asher.

Well?

Oh, I see.

Leave it right where it is.

Put it down! Get back.

Get over here.

Now, you saw who I was.
Why didn't you call him off?

Breaking and entry is still
a criminal offense,

even for a Wells Fargo employee,
Mr. Hardie.

- I didn't break in.
- Then how'd you get in here?

I came back to see you.

I knocked on the door,
no one answered.

Just when I started to leave,
I heard a noise.

I looked in and saw a light.
Then the light went out.

I knew there was somebody
in here.

I came around
to the side entrance.

The door was unlocked.
When I walked in, he jumped me.

And that's when
the fight started.

Did you see who he was?

No, I didn't.

I locked up
right after you left.

Why'd you come back?

I forgot some papers.

I went to the Wells Fargo office
to file my lost claim.

I found I needed some papers.

Stone here was with me.

Oh, my partner, Mr. Hardie.

You saw Montclair?

Yes, I did.

He said he didn't
tell you the necklace.

In fact, he said he's never had
any business dealings with you

of any kind.

Bill of sale
for the Montclair necklace.

Receipt signed
by Manfred Montclair.

Affidavits and description
of the necklace.

Is there any reason why he would
want to lie about it?

No good one.

It's pretty well known
in financial circles he's broke.

How he maintains that house
for the last two years

is anybody's guess.

Selling valuables
like the necklace, probably.

And what about his son Roger?

Roger?

Well, he grew up
with a lot of money.

Never got used to going
without it.

Why?

What about Roger?

You know where he lives?

No.

He frequents the French Quarter.

Place called the Black Cat.

He visits this singer
called Rene.

I've managed to learn that much
already.

Did you also learn
that was his sister?

She's been singing there
under that name

for the past two years.

♪ I like ♪

♪ What I see ♪

♪ When I look at you ♪

♪ I do ♪

♪ I do, I do ♪

♪ The very first time ♪

♪ That I looked at you ♪

♪ I knew ♪

♪ I knew, I knew ♪

♪ The preacher will read ♪

♪ From his book ♪

♪ To you ♪

♪ Making one ♪

♪ From two ♪

And I thought you were
looking for a man.

I am. Phillip Fortin.

If you have trouble
seeing across the room,

Rene is a woman.

I suppose you want
to talk with her.

I'm going to have to, Gigi.

This is a working night
for me too.

I suppose I could wait
until the daytime.

You see the fella
across the room?

The careful drinker
with the hungry eyes?

♪ When I look at you ♪

♪ I do ♪

Carlos Estabanio.

A man with a very quick temper.

You have to go through him
to get to her.

♪ That I looked at you ♪

♪ I knew ♪

♪ It was love ♪

♪ I knew ♪

You've been more
than a friend, Gigi.

Just be careful, Jim.

Miss Montclair.

I don't know you, monsieur.

And you don't know
your brother either, I suppose?

Please, leave me alone.

Monsieur.

You will do me the honor

by meeting me at dawn.

On the left bank of the river.

I have no intentions
of meeting you anywhere.

At any time.

My honor demands it, monsieur.

Well, I'm sorry,
but mine doesn't.

You will apologize to me
and to the lady.

I can apologize to the lady
if she thinks she needs one.

But I don't owe you a thing.

Now, if you're looking
for trouble, you just found it.

All right, all right.

If there's to be any more
of this, you'll all leave.

Take care of him.

And you, monsieur.

I don't want any trouble
with anyone.

I'd say it's going to be
up to them.

Then you will wait here
until they decide.

Roger.

When did you get back?

Today.

I didn't dare go to the house.

Helene, I've got to talk to you
about something.

It's about the necklace.

I never should have told you

Father sold the necklace
to Asher.

I can't believe you stole it.

What do you know about that?

The men at the house,
asking questions.

Men from Wells Fargo.

Oh, Roger, how could you do it?

Haven't you done enough already?

Yes. Yes, more than enough.

But it's also about time
all of us faced reality.

What can you expect to gain?

Everything we've done is to try
to keep from hurting Mother.

What is the hurt going to be
like at the anniversary dinner,

when she expects the necklace to
be brought down for her to wear

like she always did?

What lies did you and Father
intend to use then?

Did you have to become a thief?

No.

But I wanted that necklace
in my hand so that once,

just once, I could confront
both of them with the truth.

You can't do it, Roger.

All she's got left
is the Montclair name.

Helene, when will you understand

that there's only one thing
that keeps all of us in prison?

It's this ridiculous pretense

of maintaining a sham
of aristocracy

that never was and doesn't
belong in this new world.

How can you respect her?

If you don't think Mother
can face the truth?

Montclair.

I'd like to speak with you.

What is it you want, Mr. Hardie?
I'm a working girl, you know?

I've got to go on
in a few minutes.

First, I want to apologize...

for what happened
out there just now.

Carlos?

Yes.

I lost my temper, I suppose.

Sit down, Mr. Hardie, won't you?

Thank you.

You're looking for
my brother, aren't you?

If he's the man who held up
our stagecoach, I am.

He is.

He used the name
of Phillip Fortin.

How do you know this?

He told me a few minutes ago,
when he was here.

Don't judge him too harshly,
Mr. Hardie.

He's a victim of tradition.

Of family heritage.

The Montclair name.

Old, respected and broke.
Is that it?

Cost of maintaining that name.

Big house. Servants.

Montclair front of elegance.

Part of it's this.

Helene Montclair
in a Bourbon Street nightclub.

Do your parents know?

My father, yes,
but not my mother.

Helene Montclair
was born a lady,

and a lady never works
for a living.

Do you know what a young lady
does in New Orleans?

She studies voice.

Tends a sewing group.

Plays the piano.

And she waits.

She waits for the right man
to come along.

The socially acceptable man.

But there's a rumor going around

that the Montclairs
have lost their money.

And the young men
don't come around anymore.

All except Carlos,

who's willing
to share his fortune

in return for
the Montclair name.

And all of this, I suppose,

is why your father sold
the necklace to begin with.

Yes, it was the last of Mother's
really valuable jewelry.

He gave it to her
on the day they were married.

And where's your brother now?

Not far from here.

In a rooming house
on Salisbury Street.

Do you think
he'll come back here?

No, he's gone for the necklace.

I thought he already
had the necklace.

No.

He never did.

He's gone for it tonight.

He told me so.

All right. Thank you.

If you're looking
for Mr. Fortin, he ain't in.

Hmm. I thought maybe
you might be another one

of his lady friends.

Hardly.

How long ago did he leave?

Well, now, I don't quite recall.

And I'm not likely to remember,

seeing as how he owes me
a month's rent.

I see.

And how much is that?

Fifty dollars.

Will 20 do?

About an hour, he came in
and he went right out.

Did he say where he was going?

Didn't speak to me at all.

But I wouldn't be surprised

if he wasn't going out
to hold somebody up.

I was going up

to ask him about the rent,

and I saw him standing
underneath that light there.

He had a pistol in his hand.

And when he heard me coming,

he tucked it underneath
his coat.

Thank you.

It's late.

You should be in bed, Madeline.

Where's Helene?

She's at the sewing club.

You know she goes there
every Wednesday night.

And all the other nights?

She's over 21, Madeline.

You haven't answered
my question.

Would it help you if I did?

What did you do
with the necklace, Manfred?

Helene is a very bad liar.

She lied for me, Madeline.

No.

She wanted to protect me
from knowing...

Was it very hard taking it?

Only keeping you from knowing.

That was hard.

Such a beautiful necklace.

I had to do it.

I know how you feel
about the necklace, Madeline.

Do you?

A thing of cold stones,
polished and without warmth.

A thing of glitter
and false values.

It's only worth what the greed
of the world has attached to it.

I don't care about the necklace,
Manfred.

I just want my children back.

I want Helene and Roger
at the dinner table.

Tomorrow night.

Well, you got me out of my home

at the point of a gun
for nothing, Roger.

There's nothing
in there you want.

Open it.

Oh, look, if it's money
you want, I'll...

You know what I want.
Now, open it.

What is it you're looking for?

Nothing that belongs to you,
mister.

Open it, Asher.

I'm not leaving here without it.

Is it the necklace?

Who are you?

Jim Hardie, special investigator
for Wells Fargo.

That necklace is insured for
a quarter of a million dollars

with my company.

We're not going to pay it.

So that's it.

Here, Hardie.

That's what I took
from the mail sack.

You take a good look at it.

Hold it, Hardie.

Turn around.

I'll take the package.

Don't try anything.

This reaches a lot further
than a sword

and hits a lot harder

Just throw it here.

Just happened by,
did you, Stone?

Hardie, I just don't happen
to do anything.

It's your business
finding people.

I just let you find
Roger Montclair for me.

Look, come on,
talking isn't going to get us

- out of this mess.
- No, but this will.

No, no, no.

I'll take a prison sentence
over the gallows.

No one's going to hang.

It's simply a matter
of attempted robbery

and a double killing.

Hardie followed Roger here,
surprised him,

and they shot it out.

Oh, no, I wanted no part
of a killing.

What's in the box, Asher?

A paste copy
of the Montclair necklace.

They planned on swindling
your company out of the...

out of the insurance money.

The real one's in here, Hardie.

It should have worked, Hardie.

No, it wouldn't have worked.

We'd have stayed after you
the rest of our lives

if we'd had to.

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, take care of these two,
and then bring a doctor back.

We'll wait here.

Mr. Hardie...

I don't expect to condone
what I did

by what I'm going to say.

When I boarded this stage,

I planned on stealing
the necklace,

but after it reached
the man in King City.

Not from Wells Fargo.

When...

things happened
they way they did, I...

I just took it.

You stay quiet.
I'll be back with the doctor.

No. No doctor.

I'd just like to go home.

Your son saved Wells Fargo

a great deal of money,
Mr. Montclair.

I'm sure they'll remember that
and not deal with him too hard.

And it's none of my business and
certainly not a part of my job

to interfere
in personal matters.

But it would seem to me

that a father could be
far more lenient on his son

than a company
who doesn't even know him.

It isn't what he did to me.

I'm thinking of my wife.

Me, Manfred?

Why?

What did Roger do to me?

If Roger is at fault,

it's a fault that you
and Helene share.

All of you have worshipped
what I once was,

not what I am today.

Yes, it's true.

Because of an accident,

I have to spend the rest
of my life in this wheelchair.

It isn't easy accepting this.

But I am still a member
of the family.

And I am still
the maternal head of it.

And I don't have to be protected
from bad news,

or pampered, or sighed over.

And I don't need a necklace to
make me feel like a Montclair.

All I need is my family
around me.

And understanding between them.

Your son is waiting
upstairs, sir.

He's been there
since he came home.

Goodbye, Mrs. Montclair.

Goodbye, Mr. Hardie.

I hope I see you again.

I hope so.

And, Mr. Hardie...

thank you.

Very much.

Good day.