All language subtitles for 05- Passing of Shawnee Bill

I'll bet 50.

Raise you 100.

Show your cards.

Kinda reckless,
with luck crowding me

the way it's been.

I don't know,
poker's like the rules of living.

Sometimes it feels right
to be reckless.

Sleep warm, gentlemen.
Excuse me...

Whisky, please.

Drown the memory of a bad dinner.

Your name Randall?

- Got a message for you.
- Who from?

Big fella wearing
a corduroy jacket.

Stood right here and watched you
take in that last pot.

- Wanted some words with you.
- Don't know him.

Look, Randall,
I'm just delivering a message.

Says he wants to talk to you
in your room.

- I don't have a room here.
- You do now.

He just paid the rent on it.

203, second floor, front.

Much obliged.

PASSING OF SHAWNEE BILL

I guessed right about you.

Pretty sure of yourself
for a man that's never met me.

Oh, I've heard of you.

I know you go for a deal

anywhere where there's money.

My name is Poe, William Poe.

Ever hear of a man

called Shawnee Bill?
- I have.

Skip the description.

Just look at the price.

I know what he looks like:
six foot one, 210 pounds,

grey eyes and sandy hair.

Could be anybody.
Could be the banker here in Hooker,

the bouncer in the bar...

Yes, but I know where he is.

For half that reward money in advance
I'll take you to him.

Sure you will. To his grave.
He's been dead for 5 years.

Oh, he's not dead.

Then why don't you
take him?

Not without the use of one arm.

He's a tough customer, Randall.

The reason I've cut you in

is because aside from
your interest in hard cash

I hear you have a strong hankering
to uphold the law.

Not this strong.

A man investing $1000 in advance
is thinking only one thing.

Shawnee Bill might not be
who you say he is. Then I lose.

Well, nothing in life is that sure.

That's the gamble,

double or nothing.

Looks like
you've wasted room rent.

Or maybe you've lost your nerve.

I watched you
play poker downstairs.

You were betting like a man
who bet long odds.

I was wrong about you.

You play that kind of poker
when you're holding 3 kings

against a sucker who thinks luck
and no brains will get him through.

Too bad, Randall.

Where do we find him?

A little town
called Trinidad, Colorado,

about 80 miles
across the Texas border.

About 170 miles from here.
You could make it in 6 days.

Poe, you've gotten yourself
a headache.

We're gonna stay closer together
than 2 fleas in a prairie chicken.

Go and make yourself comfortable.
You gonna be here for the night.

Alright.

That's enough.

Say, boy,
would you like to make a dollar?

- Sure!
- Hold this.

I want you to take this letter,
put it on the Butterfield stage.

Gotcha!

I want you to hurry.

Thanks, boy.

Hurry...

Come on...
Your horse is saddled, Poe.

Let's get this taken care of now.

Don't you worry
about my shoulder.

Let's move it.

Game's over, Randall.

What's the matter with you?

That $1000 you gave me
is in a U.S. mailbag

on board that stagecoach.

About that long trek
to Trinidad Colorado.

The trip really isn't necessary.

You see, I'm Shawnee Bill.

Hold it!

Sandy hair, grey eyes...

Six foot one, about 210 pounds.

William Poe, alias Bill Poe,

alias Shawnee Bill.

Funny sense of humor.

A gambler like yourself
should appreciate it.

You can put that up.

Randall,

you bet into a hand
that's a too big for you.

We're not through yet.

Sure, you're gonna take me
to Colorado and turn me in.

I think you'd best consider
that 170 miles is a long way.

Anything can happen.

It said dead or alive.

You can't carry a dead man far
across rough country.

Why not save us both
some needless wear and tear?

Take your licking,

mark it up to profit loss.
- Only your loss. I'll get you back.

And I'll get that reward.

That's if we both get
to Colorado together.

For $1000 I'll take you to Haiti,
now get mounted.

You're gonna need
a lot of luck.

I might at that.

Hold it.

What's eating at you, Randall?

It's the third time we've backtracked
in the last hour.

You wouldn't know why.

There's nobody out there.

There isn't, huh?

I'm telling you nobody.

Just you and me
and all this loneliness.

And 150 more miles to go!

Maybe you'd like to back out?

Just like cutting off my right arm.
Here...

- I don't want any.
- Drink it.

I'm delivering you to Colorado,
Nice and healthy now, hear?

Nobody out there, huh?

Whose fire is that?

We've been followed
ever since Hooker.

Then let me go,

right here and now.
- Who is he?

I told you 170 miles can be

a long way to take me.

Your partner ain't gonna
get you away from me.

Better get used
to travelling at night.

You're wasting your talents.
That's no partner of mine.

I'll tell you one thing,
he's not losing our trail.

You can backtrack from now
till the cows come home.

His name is Galt.

He's half-Cherokee.

Can't shake him off.

Whether you like it or not,
you've got yourself

another shadow.

Wiping out those tracks
isn't gonna save you.

If he doesn't get you I will.

Will you now?

I'm not lying. He's after me.

You're good. Real good.

Look, I'm telling you.

Six years ago, Galt and I
did a job with 2 other men.

The other 2 were killed.
Galt got himself captured.

I got away with the money.

That'd figure.

When he got out of prison,
he came back to get his share.

I no longer had it.

Money kind of burns a hole
in my pocket.

- Easy come, easy go.
- Let's talk about that too.

I got away.

He hadn't caught up
with me till just now.

It was him who gave me
this wound in my shoulder.

The day before I hit Hooker
and found you.

He wants that reward money
as bad as you do.

He feels that he's entitled to it.
He'll kill you to get it.

Like it was
when we first started.

You might both kill me
and that's my gamble. Get on.

I hope you fill your flush.

Here.

I don't want any.

Drink it.

We're through walking.

Well?

He's out there,
walking on velvet.

- Think you lost him?
- I lost him.

No rest for the weary.

Look who's down there.

Galt!

I'm waiting, Randall!

Thought I'd shaken you off.

I want the man you're taking in.
Shawnee Bill.

You're a little late.

Galt?

Let's you and me make a trade.

Nobody gets hurt, just Shawnee Bill.

What kind of a trade?

We share the reward.

That's not a good deal.

You'd hardly get your money back.

Besides, supposing
he double-crosses you?

That's great coming from you!

Randall!

No deal!

Now get the horses cinched.

I'll outwait you.

I don't have a chance
against that gun of yours

but you're gonna make one slip.

Now you believe me?

Maybe.

What real chance have you got
of cashing me in?

You're gonna fall on your face
at any hour.

He's gonna kill you to take me.

The only chance you got

is to let me go.
- No.

Look, Randall...
this is my fight with Gait.

Why get your head blown off
for money

you'll never see?
- I paid to be here.

You know, it's too bad.

We'd have made a great team.

Except we're on different
sides of the fence.

We'll walk the horses up there.
When I tell you,

you mount quick.

Alright.

Okay, mount up!

Shawnee!

Randall!

There's only one way out of
that pocket. That's up toward me.

And I got plenty of time!

- Who is it?
- Bill Poe.

There isn't any mistake.

Take him round
to Crawford's park.

- Seems like he was known.
- He's lived here 6 years.

Whatever trouble you went to,
thank you.

- Poe was a good, law-abiding man.
- Only been gone 2 weeks.

Funny, he left town to raise $1000

to send his wife to St Louis.
She needed an operation.

He was going to settle there,
sell out his ranch.

The money come in
by stagecoach yesterday.

She died the day before.

Their little girl
will need the money.

Now she ain't got nobody
but her grandma.

A little girl?

Prettiest thing you ever saw.
Just 5 years old.

You haven't told us where you
found him, or who you are.

My name's Randall.

I found him up near Squaw Canyon.

Somebody probably tried
to rob him for a $10 bill.

We'll tell his girl someday

that a man named Randall
was kind to her father.

You do that.
I'll see you now, hear?

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