All language subtitles for Wild Wild West S01E15 The Night of the Fatal Trap.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.CBS

It's the Vasquez Gang, Sheriff.

You're a good deputy, Charlie.

You don't catch anybody,

but you sure keep me informed.

Come on, move!

Maybe this time we'll catch
them before they cross the border.

Hola, Sheriff.

I think we have a
Mexican standoff, huh?

Hasta la vista.

Charlie!

But, Sheriff...

No, Charlie!

Washington says, once
they cross that river border,

it's ollie ollie oxen free.

But they can come across here

and steal everything
that isn't nailed down.

What are you going
to do about it, Sheriff?

That's what they keep asking me.

Who?

Once a week, a
telegram from Washington.

"What are you doing
about the Vasquez Gang?"

Maybe it's time I
sent a telegram.

Yeah.

"Dear Washington,

What are you doing
about the Vasquez Gang?"

Hmm.

"Love, Sheriff Cantrell."

Come on, Jim.

Quit fooling around
with that thing.

We got a problem.

Another errand
for the president.

Washington knows that
Vasquez is responsible

for half the robberies
in the border counties.

But as long as he stays in
Mexico, we can't touch him.

How well you phrase that.

It's a natural gift.

Artemus, how do you catch a rat?

I mean a real one.

A trap.

Exactly.

How do you get
him out of the hole

and into the cage?

Bait.

Frank Slade.

Frank Slade?

The most wanted and least loved.

Except he's not wanted anymore.

He was captured
last week in Missouri.

Oh, I hadn't heard.

No one has and no one
will; it's being kept secret.

Oh.

Well, if he's already
been arrested,

then, uh, why are you
printing more "wanted" posters?

I knew you'd ask.

This is the real poster.

It's still up in the
banks and post offices

in the Missouri Territory.

And this poster is a picture
of someone familiar to you,

someone very near, and,
in a sense, very dear to you.

Listen, if you
think I'm going...

Oh...

it's you.

Oh, you don't look
anything like him.

He's uglier.

Well, thank you.

I think he's uglier
than you, too.

Thank you.

I don't have to look like Slade;

Vasquez has never seen him.

Slade never operated
in this part of the country.

We'll be perfectly safe.

Um, uh...

we will?

You wouldn't want
me to go and face

a band of desperadoes alone.

Now, you wouldn't want
that, would you, Artemus?

No... no, you're quite right.

It's much too dangerous.

So why don't you take
Tennyson with you?

Whatever you two brave
gentlemen of the Secret Service

are discussing, I don't
want to know about it.

Not even at combat pay?

No, sir.

No, sir, for that I would
need hazardous duty pay

in addition to the combat pay.

You're quite right.

A gentleman should
never sell himself cheaply.

$10,000 reward?

Slade here in Casa Verde?

I tell you I ain't a man to
make this sort of thing up.

I seen him, I tell you, Sheriff.

He's hiding out in the hills
not ten miles from here.

What would he want here?

I don't know.

He don't confide in me.

I don't even care
what he wants here.

$10,000.

Half for you, half for me.

Now, how much is
5,000 in pesos, huh?

But he's not wanted here.

He has broken no
laws in Casa Verde

and there's no
extradition treaty.

$10,000 reward, dead or alive.

You know what that means?

That means if he
was to happen to die,

there'd be a corpse laying
around here in Casa Verde

worth $10,000 cash
on delivery in Laredo.

You wish me to cause something
to happen to your friend, huh?

No...

I'm just saying
if, if... that's all.

You're the sheriff here.

Must be a pretty good shot, huh?

Well, I, I don't mean, uh, uh...

I mean, uh...

I know what you mean.

But I'll think about it.

Oh.

Meanwhile, buy yourself a drink.

Well... ain't that a
coincidence, huh?

I do enjoy a drop of
vino every now and then.

Muchas gracias, Sheriff.

Oh, uh...

No, no, no.

I will need this
to help me think.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh...

Just remember
where you got it, huh?

He hears all this racket
coming from the saloon.

He figures he's
got to do something

about taking care of the woman.

There's no other way
but to stop this here fellow.

So the doc comes running
downstairs and into the saloon,

goes right up to
the piano player.

He says to him, "Quiet down."

"You know there's a
woman dying upstairs?"

Piano player says, "No,
but hum a few bars of it

and maybe I can
pick up the tune."

Well, you see, he...

he figured that it was
the name of the song.

You know what I mean?

♪ There's a woman
dying upstairs... ♪

You used to stand
in front of a cigar store

in Collinsville, Illinois?

Gramps.

Vasquez wants to see you.

Mojave's the name, sonny.

Mojave Mike.

I ever tell you about how
I got that there... Now.

As soon as I finish my beer.

I ever tell you about how
I got that there medal of...

I'm finished.

We can go now.

That will be all.

Please, be seated, Señor Mike.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Sergeant Gomez was kind enough

to call this to my attention.

He tells me that you have
seen Señor Slade here

in our area.

Mm-hmm.

How can you be sure?

Well, uh...

Of course, I didn't want to
mention this to Sheriff Gomez,

you understand,

but Frank and me used to
ride together back in Kansas.

Then he is your friend...

That's right, sonny.

Whom you would betray
for $10,000 reward?

Well, now, wait one minute.

He's a good friend.

That's the least
I'll take for him.

Madre mía.

Good friend, then.

And what is your
good friend doing

so far from his usual haunts?

He don't confide in me.

Strange.

But, uh, I figure it's
business, you know?

I found something out.

Uh...

Fellow by the name
of Matthew Greeley

checked into the
Cane Fork Hotel.

Uh, Greeley... G-R-E-E-L-E-Y.

He's a big shot in the
Treasury Department.

And, uh... and you think...

I don't think nothing.

I just wonder.

Huh.

Interesting.

I thought you gentlemen
might like some refreshment.

Ah, gracias, my dear.

Would you care for
a little brandy, Señor?

A little brandy is something

I never care for.

Just fill her up, sonny.

This is brandy, Señor.

I know it.

Don't worry, I can lift it.

I'm pretty strong
for an old fellow.

This is a nice, quiet spot,
Commissioner Greeley.

We can talk here.

Has the telegram
arrived from Del Rio yet?

It arrived this morning,
Commissioner Greeley.

The gold has been deposited

in the Del Rio Merchant
and Citizen's Bank...

One million dollars in bullion.

Jolly good.

I mean, very good.

How about the, uh, prison van?

It'll be ready Thursday morning.

I understand you want six
of my deputies riding inside,

dressed as prisoners.

There you are.

And very nice, if I
do say so myself.

I don't think I'm ugly enough.

Oh, well, you've got to
feel the part, you know.

When you're walking
around, think to yourself,

"I'm ugly, boy, am I ugly."

If I were you, sir,

I'd try a cast in the left eye.

Oh, now, he doesn't
want to be too ugly.

You know, there's
a girl out there...

I'm... I'm ugly enough.

Fine.

You better get
back to Casa Verde.

They're liable to miss you.

All right.

Well, I'm going to be there

overnight, won't I?

I'll need a hotel room.

Yeah, you might,

but Mojave Mike, he
never heard of a hotel room.

Is there a livery stable?

Livery stable!

What about the smell?

Well, the horses will just...

Have to get used to it.
Have to get used to it.

That's him.

That's Frank Slade.

He sure is an ugly one.

Yeah...

Uh...

H-H-Howdy, Frank.

You see?

Told you he knowed me.

Come on.

Uh... uh, Frank,

this here's, uh, Viper Black,

and these gentlemen
here is the Dawson Boys.

That's, uh, Matt
and Luke and Mark.

Oh, boy.

Oh... boy!

Come on!

I need a room.

Get me one, will you?

Uh... yes, sir, Frank.

Get you the best
room in the house.

Uh...

They, uh... they just
want to talk to you,

to tell you something, Frank.

Okay, tell me.

Colonel Vasquez
wants to see you.

Now, ain't that right
friendly of him, huh?

Yeah, that's right friendly.

We'll take you out there.

Uh, they just want to
show you the way, Frank.

All right, show me the way.

Here, have one
on me, little friend.

Whoa, ha.

I could use a man like you.

I'm not for hire.

I've been looking to
hire some men myself.

In Casa Verde?

That's very interesting.

For what purpose?

I've got my purposes.

I'm looking to hire

five or six good men
that know the territory.

You sound like a
man with big plans.

Big enough.

I am a man who savors big plans.

I also savor a fine meal.

Will you join me for dinner?

Did you win all that in, uh...

some kind of a shooting contest?

Prizes of conquest, Señor Slade.

I was a ranking officer
with Emperor Maximilian,

before his untimely downfall.

You mean you lost, huh?

Aw... hey, I'm sorry about that.

Listen... let me buy
you another, huh?

I wouldn't dream of it.

In any case, the glass
was 200 years old.

Well, then you got your
money's worth, right?

My dear, may I
present Mr. Slade.

Señor Slade,

this is my good friend,

Miss Linda Medford.

So happy to meet you, Mr...

Slade.

How do you do,
Miss, uh, Medford?

Do you two know each other?

Naw, I just got one of
them common faces.

Please.

I trust you enjoyed
the meal, señor.

Right good, right good.

No, no, no, no.

Not good enough.

I have something far superior

for a man of your tastes.

Just arrived from Havana.

Permiso.

Permiso.

Well, I could add some seasoning

to this dinner party.

Never mind, food's good.

You look silly in that mustache.

Batterer!

Uh, what's a
pretty thing like you

doing out here wasting her time?

Time?

You taught me all
about how to waste time

in Washington, remember?

Naw, naw, never interested

in that political stuff.

I think I'll scream.

Now, why don't you
go ahead and scream?

I haven't heard a girl
scream for a long time.

Well, you're not worth
$10,000 dead or alive.

How come?

I'm on a rising market.

Señor.

Mmm, nice.

Well, I'll be getting along.

No... no, no, no.

Sit down, señor,
we're going to talk.

I don't have time to play games.

Neither do I.

Please, sit down.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
I have a headache.

Mmm.

Good night, Miss, um, Medford.

You said you need
five or six good men.

My men are the
best in this territory.

Then I'll have to
settle for second best.

Second best?

To appropriate

a million-dollar shipment
of federal bullion?

You've got no business
knowing my business.

On the contrary, señor.

It is my business
to know everything.

For such an endeavor,
you need my men,

who are the best.

And my protection,
which is also the best.

Uh-uh, forget it.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Now that I know of the shipment,

why should my men not
take it for themselves?

Uh-huh.

Try it.

Del Rio's swarming
with federal men.

But you have a plan.

Yeah.

That's right, I got a plan.

And it don't include
you or your men.

But it should.

Señor, I believe
you have the plan,

but I know I have

the manpower.

I also have the sanctuary
to which we may retreat

when the plan has
been... executed.

I don't like partnerships.

It means more than one leader.

Then let there be
only one leader...

Yourself.

Separately, we can
accomplish only our own deaths.

Together, we can
share a million dollar.

I don't know.

What is the alternative?

There is a price on your head.

Without my protection,
are you sure you can leave

Casa Verde alive?

You wouldn't have any notion.

Ah, you are my guest, señor.

But there are others whose greed

may exceed their
sense of... what is fitting.

Let us talk like friends.

The plan.

All right.

Tomorrow morning there'll be
a prison van leaving Cane Fork.

There'll be two men... a guard
on the outside and a driver.

Six guards on the inside
disguised... as prisoners.

Yes, yes, this much I know.

They pick up the
gold here in Del Rio

and take it to here
in San Antonio.

Obviously, you intend to attack

somewhere between
Del Rio and San Antonio.

That's where you're wrong.

You forget, between
Cane Fork and Del Rio,

the van will stop for fresh
horses at the way station.

That's where I'll be.

Waiting for them with your men.

I'm beginning to see.

But one correction:

We shall be there with my men.

I heard you never
cross the border.

A mill... half a million
dollar is worth the risk.

All right.

When the van arrives
at the way station,

that's when we take over.

We change uniforms
with the guards.

Then we... we...
ride into Del Rio

and we receipt
for the gold, and...

cross the border before
anyone's the wiser.

Most ingenious.

I am impressed.

I ride shotgun, you and
your men inside the van.

Mojave Mike drives.

Mojave Mike?

Any objections?

You are the commander, Señor,

but before you assign
your friend Mojave Mike

to this delicate post,

I must tell you

that recently he attempted,
unsuccessfully, with Hefe Gomez

to have you...
converted into a corpse.

Are you sure of that?

My word as an
officer and gentleman.

Would you like me
to arrange his death?

I don't arrange deaths.

I'll take care of it myself.

Can Viper drive?

All my men can
drive, ride... and shoot.

Viper drives.

Oh, this is heavy.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Now, these are the uniforms

that you'll be wearing tomorrow.

You all know what to do.

When Vasquez's men jump you

at the way station,

make it look good.

Act surprised but
no gun play, huh.

But, as long as we know

the gang's going to be waiting

at the way station,

why don't we just ride in

and take them?

If you'd prefer a gun
fight, you can have it,

but, this way, you
get them all caged

without a shot being fired.

You can count on us, Mr. Gordon.

Fine, thank you, Sheriff.

See you all tomorrow, then.

Good luck.

All right. Bye.

Please don't crowd, gentlemen,

you will all be fitted
to individual tastes.

Hats.

You haven't changed your scent.

Neither have you, you pole cat.

Move into the room.

Harrison Briggs.

I'd almost forgotten that name.

I'll never forget it.

And I'll never forget those
weeks in Washington...

The moonlight on the
Potomac, the Presidential Ball.

You swindled me.

The picnic at Mount Vernon.

You brought the champagne.

Yes, and I paid for it,
too, with good money.

But not as good as they
were making at the mint.

Whatever happened to
those counterfeit plates?

The Secret Service got them
when they picked up your old man.

Uh, by the way, was
he really your father?

Were you really Harrison
Briggs of Chambersburg?

Don't move in...
I'll pull the trigger.

Unless what?

Unless you give me half.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

It's past my bedtime.

I have a busy day tomorrow.

Half of what?

Half of your half
a million dollars.

That's a quarter
of a million dollars.

And this bang-bang makes
a quarter of an inch hole.

You got a point.

Tell me, what's keeping
me from agreeing

and then running
out on my promise?

You forget I know you.

Your name isn't Slade, and it
probably isn't Harrison Briggs,

and you're a
swindler and a thief...

And several other things I
can't mention, being a lady.

But you don't go
back on your word.

And I know you.

And your name isn't Medford.

And any man that kisses you
better have one arm around you

and the other around his poke.

And you can point a gun
at a man, but you won't fire.

Here I come, ready or not.

And you're right:

if I give my word I'll keep it,

but I just can't do that.

Anyhow, you don't need money...

I thought you found
your pot of gold

at the end of Vasquez's rainbow.

Y-You...

You may turn around now.

Things are never really what
they seem with you, are they?

Rarely.

Oh, what about Vasquez?

Well, he was a
king in Mexico City,

but, uh, this is not
Mexico City and...

What I'm trying to say
is that I would like out.

Then leave.

Well, that's why I
need the money.

Oh, what you mean
is that you're bored

and you hate him so much,

you'd pack up and leave

if you could get
enough money to do it.

Well, that's not fair.

I mean, I'm entitled
to something,

after all, I gave...

You gave him the
best years of your life.

A few of them.

Mm-hmm.

In any case, I'm
going to leave him.

Are you sure you
wouldn't want to cut...

No.

You wouldn't.

There-there are reasons.

You know something?

I almost believe you.

You're really funny...

You can make a girl
feel like a queen...

and a fool all at the same time.

Someday we'll have that picnic,
and I'll bring the champagne.

What are you doing?

Just taking out
a little insurance

in case you get any
second thoughts.

My dear, is something wrong?

No, I just couldn't sleep,

so I went for a ride.

Possibly to Señor Slade's hotel?

Answer me.

Were you with Slade?

Yes, that's exactly
what happened.

I got totally bored
and I rode over

and I just flung
myself into his arms.

It would not be the
first time, would it?

But if you are lying,
it is certainly the last.

Don't threaten me, Francesco.

You are hurting me.

Look at me!

Were you with Slade?

No.

I hope not, Linda...
for your sake.

But you will never know,
will you, Francesco?

I should have left
you in Mexico City.

Well, why didn't you?

It is a weakness that I have.

I thought I could
make a lady out of you.

Here?

In this dreary,
over-furnished cave?

You know, Linda,
I've been thinking.

A beautiful girl
like you living here,

as you say, in this cave,

really should have a bodyguard.

No, no, more than
that, a confidant.

Someone you can
pour your heart out to.

Someone gifted in
the art of conversation.

Someone like... Viper.

How considerate.

I knew you would think that.

Viper.

The ever-loyal Viper will
escort you to your quarters.

He will sleep like a faithful
dog outside your door.

Nothing is too
good for dear Linda.

Buenas noches.

Where's Vasquez?

He's coming.

Buenos días, Señor Slade.

Are we ready to ride?

I'm ready.

Oh...

I see you have, uh,
shaved off your mustache.

Less likely to be recognized.

Frank always likes to
keep them guessing.

Just like old times, huh, Frank?

Viper...

Back in the hacienda.

Mark can drive.

Viper has a weakness
for shooting people.

Besides, I do not
want Linda left alone.

The señora is to stay
in her room until I return.

That's fine with
me... Time to ride.

Momento, por favor.

First, you have a
traitor to deal with.

There's plenty of time for that

when we get back.

No, now... I will not ride

with one who would
betray my partner.

All right.

Mike!

Yeah, Frank?

Hear you've been shooting your
mouth off to the law about me.

Oh, now, Frank...

That's too bad.

Too bad for you, Mike.

Well, I-I only...

Draw.

You sure he's dead?

I'll put a bullet through
his head, just to make sure.

You saying I can't
shoot straight?

Let's go.

They're watching us.

Pretend I'm asking
you directions.

Turn around and point.

You almost hit
me with that thing.

Quiet, you're supposed
to be unconscious.

Phoo.

Get the windows.

I say, Charlie, we're here!

Where are the fresh horses?!

Odd.

You suppose he's
taking a snooze?

I shall try to rouse him.

Do as you're told
and you won't get hurt.

Call the driver in.

Ed, would you come
here a moment, please?

You got the keys?

Take their uniforms.

That's the one that
ought to have the receipt.

All right, you men in the
vans... We know you're armed.

Throw out your guns or
we'll fill the van with lead!

Hurry up, we can't wait all day!

That's all of them, mister!

Don't shoot!

All right, out of there... move.

In there, señores.

Step fast!

Here's the guards' uniforms.

Here's the receipt for the gold.

I'll receipt for the gold.

Put one of those on.

You will drive.

And you will ride in
the back of the van.

Since when?

Since now.

I make it a point

never to trust a
stranger, Señor Slade.

A practice you would have
done well to learn by now.

I have the van, I
have the uniforms,

I have the receipt.

I don't need you anymore,
but I want you along,

in case anything
should go wrong.

Ah, there.

Now, you untie the others

and I'll look after the horses.

Right.

Now, you chaps run like blazes.

Oh, I do wish I
was going with you.

You ain't going?

Like this?!

I'll give them the
receipt and I'll call you

when we are ready
to load the gold.

Tell them to keep an eye on him.

If he tries anything,
you know what to do.

I've come to receipt
for the San Antonio gold.

Uh, I'm afraid I
don't understand.

The bullion.

The gold shipment.

Look, I'm sorry, sir,

I'm just a junior teller.

I'll give this to our manager.

I'm sure he'll know
what it's all about.

Get out of here!

Ha!

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

You all right?

Never better.

Vasquez?

He only bought a one-way ticket.

It's Washington all over again.

And you've managed to escape.

How?

By the skin of my teeth.

And I've learned
my lesson, Linda.

This is no kind of life.

Excuse me, sir. Champagne.

Oh, thank you, Tennyson.

As you were saying.

Oh, yes.

This is no kind of life.

Always involved

in one kind of shabby
operation after another.

Mmm, shabby operation.

You said the, uh,
counterfeit plates were lost

and that the gold shipment
just managed to get away.

You know, I think you've
done a remarkable job

of making success
out of failure.

None of this is mine.

It belongs to, uh...
a... business associate,

and all obtained through
legal, legal means.

Kind of makes you
stop and think, doesn't it?

About what?

About going straight.

You?

And even you.

Together?

Well...

Well, no, Linda,
it'd never work.

You see, it would be a kind

of a constant reminder
of our sordid pasts.

Well, it's easy enough for you
to talk about going straight...

What with your business
associates and all.

Well, what about me?

I have no one.

Everyone has... someone.

That's what I thought, too.

Twice.

Except that every
time you show up,

my someone ends up in jail.

So, here I am again.

Where's my someone?

Right here.

I'm making you
a present of Viper.

Gift wrapped.

Exactly what

am I supposed to do with him?

Oh, it's just a thought,
but Sheriff Cantrell

is offering a $2,000
reward for Viper.

A girl could start
a whole new life

with that kind of money.

That is the loveliest gift

I can think of to give a girl.