Original subtitles

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BAT, V/O: There's a reason they called it

the Wild West.

BRONCO BILL: What I do with my loot,

that's my business.

SCARBOROUGH: You're going after Bronco Bill.

MILTON: It's a bounty hunt; 50/50, even split.

BRONCO BILL: Jeff Milton, what took you so long?

- For once in your life Bill, do the smart thing.

Let's take down the last proper outlaw.

[GUNFIRE]

[FUSE SIZZLING]

[EXPLOSION]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

BAT, V/O: I was just a young man when I first headed west.

In the years that followed, I became a cowboy, a gunslinger,

and even served as sheriff of Dodge City

one of the most lawless towns in the country.

My name is Bat Masterson.

Now I'm a reporter and I've come West again

to chronicle the world that I know best.

These are the incredible true tales of the Wild West.

♪ ♪

[HOOFBEATS]

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I guess we should've taken that turn five miles back.

♪ ♪

RED: Help!

Over here!

- Shh, shh, shh...

RED: Somebody. Please. Help me.

♪ ♪

Help!

♪ ♪

Anybody?

♪ ♪

- Hey there!

What happened?

- There was five of six of 'em.

They took everything,

tossed me down here.

BAT: You hurt bad?

- Can't hardly move.

Please, mister.

I could use some water.

- Let's get you out of there.

RED: Oh, bless you.

BAT: Give me your hand.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING] RED: Oh, bless you.

- Ah, you're lucky I came along.

RED: Bless you for a fool.

Spotted you miles away.

Thought you'd sneak up on old Red?

Take it all for yourself?

No one's takin' what's rightfully Red Pipkin's.

- I don't know what you're talking about mister.

I'm not alone. Got that?

Ten good men coming this way.

[RED CHUCKLES]

Old Red knows a bluff when he hears one.

Either way,

they won't never find you.

End of the trail, stranger.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Give me a shovel.

- What's that? - Give me a shovel.

You've been digging all day. Let someone else do the work.

- You- you just wanna keep your skin a while longer.

- Wouldn't you?

You wanna spend your last hours sweatin', be my guest.

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- What are we looking for?

- Don't pay that no mind.

Just dig.

[DIGGING]

- What did you call yourself again?

Red Pipkin?

- What's it to ya?

BAT: I heard of a train robber, went by that name,

Small-timer...

ganged up with ol Bronco Bill Walters.

- Small time--?

You think Bill Walters let just anyone join his outfit?

- So it is you.

- What you want, a autograph?

- Ah, just

looking to pass the time I've got left.

[DIGGING]

- Yeah, stranger.

I rode with Bronco Bill.

♪ ♪

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

[GUNFIRE]

ED: Hey, hey, stop!

They're sticking up the Santa Fe train!

You gotta help me get to the sheriff.

[GUNSHOT]

♪ ♪

[LAUGHTER]

- You ready?

- Yeah.

[SAFE TUMBLING]

[LAUGHTER]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTING]

[LAUGHTER]

- Hold your fire!

It's Red.

JIM: 'Bout time you showed.

Now that the work's done.

RED: Y'all let one slip past you.

Don't worry.

He won't tell a soul.

[LAUGHTER]

Where's Bill?

BRONCO BILL: ♪ Eighteen hundred and thirty one... ♪

♪ That's the year when I begun ♪

♪ A-workin' on the railroad ♪

JIM: How's it going Boss?

BRONCO BILL: ♪ Eighteen hundred and thirty-six... ♪

♪ Kicked a couple of dynamite sticks ♪

♪ A-workin' on the railroad ♪ [STRIKES MATCH]

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

[FUSE SIZZLES] ♪ Eighteen hundred and thirty-nine... ♪

♪ I found the angels drinking wine ♪

♪ They gave me a harp and crown divine ♪

♪ overlooking the railroad ♪

[EXPLOSION]

[MONEY FLUTTERING]

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Care to wet your whistles?

Have a cup of wine on Bronco Bill.

MAN: I'll try it! BRONCO BILL: There you go.

[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]

BRONCO BILL: Now the law's gonna come out here lookin' for me.

I'd appreciate y'all keepin' this to yourselves.

Head to the meetin' point.

See y'all in a few days. - JIM: Okay.

RED: Say, Bill...

sure was a good idea back there with the wine.

I been meanin' to ask.

After every job, you always split for Solomon.

BRONCO BILL: What's it matter, Red?

- It don't.

Just...

I never seen you spend your share.

Can't put it in no bank.

What do you do with it all?

- You won't tell the others?

♪ ♪

[COCKS GUN]

BRONCO BILL: What I do with my loot,

that's my business.

Are we straight on that?

- Sure, Bill,

we're straight.

- Good.

[DIGGING]

- Wait a minute.

You think Bronco Bill buried his gold out here?

- Lots of people think it.

I'm the only one with brains enough to look for it.

- How long have you been looking?

- You think Red's gone soft in the head.

- I think it's an old wives' tale.

- You didn't know Bronco Bill.

This is the exact sorta scheme he'd pull.

Stash it all in one spot,

retire to a life of luxury.

BAT: Yeah well,

I happen to know he never did, Red.

[DIGGING]

What happened when the law caught up with you?

♪ ♪

BRONCO BILL: We've got a long ride ahead.

Eat up.

RED: We hit a town, first thing I'm gonna do

is order a proper meal.

Don't want a whiff of beans for a month.

♪ ♪

[COCKS GUN]

Bill, I didn't mean it!

BRONCO BILL: Get down!

DEPUTY: Drop it, Walters! We've got you pinned!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

DEPUTY: Tell your boys to stand down, Walters.

Be a shame for you all to die today.

- Ain't that the truth.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTING]

[GUNFIRE]

♪ ♪

[GUNSHOT]

[THUD]

BRONCO BILL: Red?

Red? Where you at?

Red?

- I'm here, boss...

JIM: Cowardly runt!

You didn't even fire your weapon!

- Hey! That's enough of that!

Come on! We gotta get him to a doc.

Come on, you'll be alright, man.

We got you.

Red! Come on!

[DIGGING]

[GARGLING]

- You all lived to steal another day.

RED: Bronco Bill was a dying breed.

- If he had died that day... did you plan on digging all these holes the next?

- Who's the one doin' the digging?

- All right.

Say you're right.

Say there is a mountain of gold under this desert.

What kind of life can you make for yourself?

- You wanna keep suckin' air, you better work for it.

- I could use some water.

[COCKS GUN]

[DIGGING]

Killing those deputies must've put a hefty price on your head.

PIPKIN: We could handle any Johnny Law that came our way.

But a reward like that attracts a different breed.

- Bounty hunters.

Like who?

- Like Jeff Milton, that's who.

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♪ ♪

[FLOORBOARD SQUEAKS]

- You know I don't like people standing behind me, George.

SCARBOROUGH: Shouldn't put your back to the door then, Jeff.

[LAUGHTER]

Good to see you, partner.

- Been a while

since uh...

El Paso. - Yeah.

Hear they got themselves a new chief of police.

- Yeah, yeah, well

I ain't ever been good at

sticking in one place, so.

- So they didn't ride you out on a rail? - Nah.

It has been a while though, Jeff.

Why'd you ask me out here?

- Well,

I spent a lotta years putting killers in the dirt.

For the most part, they've all stayed there.

Except for one.

Bill Walters.

- You're going after Bronco Bill?

- You and me, George?

- Yeah. Well...

maybe you haven't heard, but...

I'm not a marshal anymore.

- Good.

It's a bounty hunt.

50/50,

even split.

That's tempting. But-

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Bronc's got plenty of friends.

He could be stashed anywhere.

- Well, well...

I met a teamster said he ran into him two weeks ago.

They were headed for the Gila Valley.

Said the gang looked pretty banged up.

♪ ♪

What do you say George?

Let's take down the last proper outlaw.

♪ ♪

- Just like old times.

- Yeah buddy. [LAUGHTER]

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- Somebody left in a hurry.

[THUD]

RED: Hey.

What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

I'm fine.

RED: Sun-sick is what you are.

Here.

No use to me if you can't stand.

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Thought on what you asked before.

What I aim to do with the treasure.

- And?

- One thing I know for sure,

I'm tired of the desert.

Maybe it's water for me.

Nice house on the river.

Right on the banks of the Mississip'

someplace a man could put his boots up.

BAT: That sounds peaceful.

♪ ♪

RED: Anyhow,

coulda gone on like that.

Kept making good money.

♪ ♪

If Bill hadn't seen fit to tease old Jeff Milton.

[GRUNTING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

MILTON: Ah, good job.

- Jeff!

[COCKS GUN]

- Stop right there or I'll shoot!

[COCKS GUN]

- Are you Milton?

- Who's askin'?

COWBOY: I got a message for you.

One I don't like to deliver, but they paid me.

SCARBOROUGH: Just spit it out, son.

COWBOY: Bronco Bill sends his compliments.

He's camped out in the White Mountains.

He says if you're comin' for him,

bring good horses and fresh blankets.

- Well...

You tell Bill

I'm coming for him,

but I ain't bringing blankets.

Now get out of here.

Now!

Git!

♪ ♪

Saddle up,

We're going to the mountains.

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Let's follow their tracks on foot from here.

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RED: How's the hip, boss?

BRONCO BILL: I've lost bigger chunks.

Sit.

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You like this outfit, Red?

- Yeah, I like it.

- Not many people left in these parts.

Solid Raiders are hard to come by.

Are you solid, Red?

- Sure, Bill.

I'm solid.

[GUNSHOT]

JIM: It's a rattler! Son of a gun's

coiled under the rock.

MILTON: Shhh.

They're down there.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[LAUGHTER]

- Well, his slitherin' days are done.

- But he'll make good eatin'.

SCARBOROUGH: Bill!

BRONCO BILL: Marshal Scarborough!

Come out here all your lonesome?

MILTON: Not quite.

BRONCO BILL: Jeff Milton.

What took you so long?

- For once in your life, Bill, do the smart thing.

Come quiet.

- That ain't my style, Jeff.

[GUNFIRE]

RED: Bill, we gotta go!

[GUNFIRE]

[BILL YELLING]

- Red! Help me up!

[GUNSHOT]

What?

What are you doing? - Give me that! - No!

Red!

[YELLING]

[YELLING]

MILTON: It's over, Bill.

Time to pay the piper.

- Why don't you give me a tourniquet

before I bleed out?

[GRUNTING]

- How about I get you a blanket.

BAT, V/O: In 1899, William "Bronco Bill" Walters

was sentenced to life in the New Mexico Penitentiary.

He was paroled in 1917.

Evidence of buried loot was never found.

Red Pipkin was captured two years after Bronco Bill.

He served seven years in Yuma Territorial Prison.

In 1924, at the age of sixty-two,

Jeff Milton was appointed America's first Border Patrol officer.

- They called old Red a coward.

Well, here I am.

Outlived 'em all.

- You know there's nothing out here.

Right?

You don't have to do this. [COCKS GUN]

Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait.

Look! Gold!

- I knew it!

♪ ♪

What the-?

[THUD]

[STRUGGLING]

[GUNSHOT]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[GRUNTING]

Oh you no-good...

Go on, then!

Finish me off.

[COCKS GUN]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Yeah, you better run!

That treasure's mine, hear me?

All mine!

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