All language subtitles for renegade_s04e22_the_road_not_taken

Ah, just in time, fellas.

Vince Black, bounty hunter.

I work for Sixkiller Enterprises this
year. It's Henry Travis.

Where'd you boys get this hippie off me?

What's the beef?

Assault with intent out of San Luis.

Seems Henry here didn't want to wait
around for the results of his trial.

Right.

Take him off your hands.

Claim your reward down at the station.

Oh, that's okay. Keep my card and send
the check to my boss at the office. If

it's all the same to you, I got
somewhere else to be. Really?

Well, they don't.

And you're right.

You do have some.

My jail.

You're under arrest.

Need no ring?

He was a cop and good at his job. But he
committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him but got the
woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the
badlands.

An outlaw hunting outlaws.

A bounty hunter.

A renegade.

Marshal Donald Dickman, please.

Catch me through.

Yeah, this is Dickman.

Say that again.

What, are you kidding?

No, no, no disrespect, Officer Grogan.
It's just I've been after this guy for a

long time.

No, you keep him right there.

I'm going to be on the next flight to
California.

Don't even give this guy his phone call,
okay?

I'm extending federal jurisdiction.

I picked this fugitive up personally.

There is a God.

Boy, if this ain't a fine picnic.

Could be worse, you know.

Be thankful it ain't Alabama or Florida.

Folks down that way don't cut into your
type too much.

What'd you do that made you such a big
fish anyway?

Nothing.

Nothing. Me too.

Oh, felony nothing, misdemeanor nothing,
I committed to nothing in three states.

I was framed.

Framed. That's the biggest crime in
America.

Ask anybody in any jailhouse, framed.

What?

You're thinking of something.

Go ahead and spill it.

I'm thinking I wish I were dead.

No, you don't wish that.

How do you know what I wish?

Four years ago, a dirty cop sent a three
-strike con to gun me down.

My fiancée was 23 years old.

She took the bullet.

You don't think sometimes I wish it had
been me? I don't think any man wants to

be dead.

I guess you never heard of suicide.

Suicide? Heard of it. Seen it.

Almost got there.

But I found out something looking down
the barrel of my own gun.

I found out that I wanted my life
different.

I wanted it better.

But I did not want it over.

I cost a woman I love her life.

You don't know that. The hell I don't.

Now, now, now, boys.

Take it easy.

Ain't often we got a celebrity in here.

I'm thinking about getting me an agent.
The man who caught Reno Ray.

Seemed like a fella in a fix like his
deserves a little privacy.

You kidding?

He's a cop killer.

What he deserves is to get flushed down
the world's deepest sewer.

What are you doing? What does it look
like I'm doing? Get the keys. Let him

Get his keys.

Get his keys!

I don't believe this.

They forgot to lock the ignition.

You think this thing attracts enough
attention?

I don't know, I know I'll just keep
moving along

You say that home is where my love is at

I say that home is where I hang my hat
The time has come

to sing a traveling song

Oh, the air never smells so sweet as the
day you walk out of a jail cell.

You agree?

Oh, definitely.

Hey, why are you doing that?

Because I'm a bounty hunter, and you're
a bounty. Yeah, but I just busted your

sorry butt out of jail. So I'll write a
letter to your trial judge and beg for

clemency. Fat lot of good that'll do a
cop killer for my character witness.

I told you I'm not a cop killer. Oh,
yeah, I forgot you're as pure as a

snow, aren't you? And you're wanted for
assault, Henry, so I can't let you go.

Now get back on board.

Unless, of course, you want to wait
around for the cops from Conquest to

and discuss how you choked out their
jailer.

Thank you.

You want a home and a lot of close
friends.

I love the feel of my back to the wind.

The two won't match, you know, to cage
the wire would be wrong.

You think love is friends, a child and a
home.

You can't buy love on a 20 -year loan.

The time has come to sing a traveling
song.

Well, this is nice. What are we doing?
Going fishing?

No, I'm going to introduce you to my
partner. He's going to take you

Your partner sell bikinis?

You know what happened to Sixkiller
Enterprises?

Six what?

The office that used to be here.

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

This place has been here like forever.

I'm looking for a big guy, Native
American. Oh, you mean Bobby.

Bobby Sixkiller.

I never knew his last name.

He's always talking about money.

That's Bobby, all right. Where is he? He
hasn't been around here for a couple of

years. You're kidding.

No. He got really mean.

Him and his sister... Cheyenne?

They got in a really big fight one day.

They're screaming and yelling.

I think he hit her.

You're not lying to me now.

Long hair, earrings, fluorescent sport
coat.

Yeah. Yeah, that's Bobby, all right.

What happened?

They closed the office.

I've never seen him since.

Except one time I saw Bobby on TV.

When? He was standing next to that guy
that was running for mayor.

What guy, that?

That guy.

I don't believe this.

What's the matter?

Dixon can't be running for mayor.

Well, don't tell whoever wrote that
story. They're going to be mighty

embarrassed.

Are we finished here?

I'm not sure.

Because we haven't eaten since last
night, and I don't know about you, but

beginning to need a little sustenance.

Something strange is going on around
here.

Yeah, well, can we eat while you figure
out what it is?

Maybe someone tore out the pages you
need. No, the pages are there, but my

friends aren't. Phillips is a common
name.

Cheyenne, isn't it? And neither a thick
killer.

Whoa, wait a second.

Now what are you doing, calling the
cops?

Calling the ledger.

Remember this article we read this
morning?

Yeah, hello.

Yeah, I want to talk to the reporter
that did that front page story on Dutch

Dixon. I don't have to defend myself
against charges like this.

It's an outrage.

Serve this city honestly, Andy. I think
my record of service in Bay City speaks

for itself, Miss Corcoran. Oh, it speaks
loud and clear, all right, about shady

deals, questionable arrests.

What an easy job you have.

You sit around, you throw garbage at me,
you pray some of it's going to stick.

Let me tell you something, Miss
Corcoran. It's not going to.

Talk about the disappearance of evidence
and the murder of William Nutt.

Hey, you ain't going to just leave me
here, right? So I don't see the show.

me somewhere with a view.

This is a press conference to discuss my
election as mayor, not to dig up some

long buried bodies.

Try answering the question.

Why don't you try asking a relevant
question like the drop in crime

in Bay City since my tenure as chief of
police?

You were never chief.

Tell us about the increase.

in police violence and brutality suits
that have been brought against your

department. Arrest and convictions.

My record speaks for itself. Thank you
very much, ladies and gentlemen. That's

all for today.

I have a relevant question. What
about... Excuse me. You're Lisa

right? Don't let her get around.

Why? You were terrific back there. You
asked probing questions, you had them

back to the new corner. I got shut out.
I got nothing I can print. Instead, I'm

going to be the subject of every other
Rags article. So what's wrong with that?

I'm a reporter. I'm supposed to cover
the story, not be the story. I'm sorry.

Look, do you recognize me?

Should I?

My name is Reno Raines.

I worked an IA thing on Dixon about four
years ago.

Sorry. Wait, please.

You've done all of this investigative
reporting on Dutch, and you haven't once

run across my name or picture?

I got a deadline to move.

I can give you eyewitness accounts of a
whole string of Dixon's crimes. I mean,

a couple of murders, shakedowns, fixes,
drug deals, you name it. If you were

with the internal affairs, why don't you
just bring your story on over to that

department? Well, I have my reasons.

Fellas don't want to do this.

Don't count on it.

Miss Corcoran, Chief Dixon sent me. To
persuade you to drop your lame attempts

at this expose.

Oh, yeah? If it was so lame, why does he
care?

Bobby? Bobby, it's me.

Well, you know this thug? No, he's my
partner.

So you're saying that you steered me
into this little trap?

I don't understand.

That's Bobby Sixkiller. Get the hell out
of here while you still can, pal. Now,

I don't know how you know me. How you...
You're my best friend.

What happened to your office?

So like I said, partner, I don't know
how you know my name, but this is just a

hint of what I can do.

So if I ever lay eyes on you again,
it'll be the last time.

like you just went five rounds with a
hurricane that good what happened i wish

knew i found my partner does that mean
i'm going back to jail

no not right away henry everything feels
wrong you

finally figured that out huh what's that
supposed to mean well i don't see

what's so damn funny you got your wish
reno what wish The one you made last

night, don't you remember?

You said you'd wish that you'd taken
that bullet instead of your little bride

-to -be.

It's been four years since Dutch and
Hogg took you out.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, I've seen that movie before.

What movie's that?

That movie where Jimmy Stewart gets to
see what the world would have been like

if he hadn't been born.

Sounds good. What's it called?

It's called, I don't know if this is
some elaborate practical joke, but I'm

going to get to the bottom of it.

Long title for a movie.

Good Lord, those cops in Conquest must
have shot me. How do you figure?

Fear and us in the restroom under one
roof.

Must have died and went to heaven.

No, you're still very much alive.

Oh.

Did you ever consider how many
expressions come out of the game that

need to show me?

Like, chalk it up.

In the pocket.

Behind the eight ball?

Bad break?

Hey! We gotta talk, Tony.

Do I get the honor of knowing who we
are? Oh, no, not you too. You're getting

old. So call my office and make an
appointment. I never mix business with

pleasure. Hey, I'm Reno Raines, Bobby
Sixkiller's partner.

Don't mention that name around me.

Sixkiller's a disgrace to the
brotherhood.

What are you talking about?

He went to work for the cops. Well, not
the cops exactly, but that... Gumball,

Dutch Dixon. You and I gotta sit down
and have a knife -long chat.

I charge 50 bucks an hour for
consultations.

Fine. Up front.

Hey, babe, that's a cute one.

So, how's our nosy little Lois Lane?

Not as scared as I'd like you to be.

Why's that?

She had help.

Some tall guy knew karate.

Took all three of us to get him down.
She got away.

Listen, this road I'm on doesn't just
stop at the mayor's mansion. It goes all

the way to Sacramento and then to
Washington.

And the guys who are going to be on that
road with me are the ones who are going

to give me results, not excuses.

Is that clear?

It's clear, sir.

Okay, so this white knight of Lisa
Corcoran's, what do you know about him?

Never heard of him. Said his name was
Reno.

You have a last name?

I can find out.

Six too long hair?

You know him?

Another life, maybe.

Listen, you track him down. You bring
him to me.

Where can I find him?

I know where you can start.

Mount Hope, number 153.

What, are you kidding?

Oh, yeah, Bobby, you know.

I'm a big kidder.

Yeah, Bobby Sixkiller was a better than
average ballet hunter.

Why don't you tell me about it?

One, the key word.

Then he starts doing odd jobs for Dutch
dicks. Rough stuff off the books.

Tracking down reluctant witnesses.

Stuff like that.

That's what he was doing when I met him.
I was one of Dixon's private bounties.

Then you want to know.

The story goes that one day Bobby got a
little too rough with a bail skipper.

He didn't know the guy had an aneurysm.

Poor slob. Started coughing up blood.

Good God.

The cops had his car up for murder one.

And then good old Dixon steps in and
gets the whole thing dropped.

Only now... He owns Sixkiller.

So you're saying Bobby is Dixon's hired
thug?

Thug?

Thug is too weak a word, pal.

Killer is the word.

You had a sister, Cheyenne.

Yeah, I did.

She was some tasty piece, she was.

Was? Where is she?

I... I don't know. Maybe it was just a
rumor.

What rumor?

I heard that she couldn't stand to see
what was happening to her brother.

She tried to talk with him. He wouldn't
listen.

So then she threatened to turn him into
the law. The real law.

Did he hurt her?

That's what I heard, yeah.

He kill her?

It was worse than that.

She killed herself.

Where are you going?

This stupid charade has gone on far
enough.

What charade?

Everybody, you want to see me squirm?
Take a good look, okay? I'm squirming.

skin is crawling.

So everybody put away your candid
cameras and come on out.

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

I was there in 92, man.

Dixon sent Bobby after me and he caught
me. And when he figured out the truth

about who he was working for, he changed
sides and he partnered up with me. And

we've been after Dixon ever since.

That is a very lovely,

Fairytale? No, man.

It ain't no fairytale.

Dickson had my fiancée killed, and other
people, too.

You get this straight.

Bobby Sixkiller's nobody's hitman.

Yeah, sure.

Sure. I'm just kidding.

Don't you patronize me, you little
shrimp.

What do you want me to say? I disagree?

You get mad. I agree with you? You get
madder. This consultation is over.

Finito. Yeah, you got that right.

Find out what you wanna know?

No.

Am I dreaming, Henry?

Well, if you are, don't ask me to pinch
you. You're not my type.

This can't be a practical joke.

It's just too big for that.

It's a lot to wrap your head around, all
right.

Well, if this was that movie, then who
would you be?

My guardian angel?

That's gotta be a first.

Somebody calling Henry Travis an angel.

Well, then who exactly are you?

Read my rap sheet.

I'm a two -time loser.

A runaway con along for the ride.

Now, you said that this is my chance to
see what the world would have been like

without me. No, I never said that. Yes,
you did. No, you said that like it was

some kind of movie plot.

What I said was you got your wish and
ate the bullet way back when.

Well, I know a surefire way to find out
the truth.

What's that?

You're the angel.

You should know.

Maybe you ought to rethink this, son.
I'm not sure it's such a good idea.

Why not?

I don't see a problem.

If I'm dead, there won't be any bounty
out on me now, will there? What makes

think I'm talking about you?

Not too late to turn around.

Yeah, it is.

Excuse me.

Yes, Stu. Yes, Stu. Of course I heard
you. It won't happen again.

Pickford?

Good. You can read a death plate. I'm
impressed.

Don't you know who I am? What is this,
an American Express commercial?

I'm Reno Raines.

So?

Well, that about sums it up. Let's get
out of here. You cool your heels.

I got a bounty here.

His name is Henry Travis. He's wanted in
San Luis for assault.

Here's his paper.

It worked for me.

Where do you want me to send you a
check?

If it's okay, I'll just come by later
and pick it up. Suit yourself.

Come on, Ansel.

I can't thank you enough.

Sorry, Henry. After everything I did for
you. I said I was sorry. I don't think

you are. I think you're enjoying this.

Oh, sure.

Nobody knows who I am. All my friends
are gone. But at least you're free.

Son, I'm gonna have a picnic on your
grave when I get out of here. Fine.

I'll bring the beer.

Wait a minute. What'd you say? You heard
me.

No, about my grave.

If I'm dead, where's my grave?

If you're such a fine detective, you
figure it out.

Well, well, well, I don't believe it.

What do you want?

I heard I might find you here.

But I thought it was a joke.

I seem to recall you saying the next
time we met would be the last.

I seem to recall you telling me we were
good friends.

So let's be good friends.

Okay, friend.

What exactly do you want? I want to
invite you to a meeting.

A meeting?

With who?

Who do you think?

Well, I gotta admit, most people would
be afraid to walk with a dead man,

especially one they killed.

You said you wanted privacy.

You got it.

Now, what do you want? I want to see you
burn in hell.

Well, that's very dramatic.

Well, most people would settle just to
see me lose the election.

What happened to Buzzy Burrell?

Did you still have him killed after Hog
Adam shot me?

Buzzy Burrell, he retired with
distinction a year ago. He's in Cabo.

Hog Adam? Well, Hoggy accidentally died
in a knife fight in prison.

Yeah, that's about as accidental as the
sunrise.

You had him taken out.

He was a loose end.

You got a point? Make it.

If this whole crazy nightmare is true,
then you murdered me, and I'm back to

make you pay.

Here's my demand.

You go public and confess my murder.

Well, here's my demand.

You go back to where you came from and
don't you ever cross my path again.

Because if you do, whoever you are, I
promise you, I will kill you.

Wrong, Dutch.

You can't kill the same man twice.

Is he really a dead man?

Oh, yeah.

Did you get my beer tonight?

Don't tell me you busted out again.

Didn't have to. They let me out.

I told you I'm an innocent just like
you.

Maybe you ought to cash that bounty
check before they stop payment on it.

you tracked me down out of the kindness
of your heart just to tell me that. I

thought maybe you might be ready to
talk.

Well, speaking of talking, I actually
did have a conversation with Judge

and you know what? He let me go alive in
one piece.

I guess he figured a ghost wouldn't hurt
him.

I guess he figured wrong.

Lisa Corcoran, I need your help.

Sorry. Please.

I saved your life.

Just give me 30 seconds and hear me out.

story turns out to be, I want the
exclusive, okay?

Just start explaining.

I don't think I can.

All right. You say you're Reno Raines.
You're a dead ringer for the guy in all

these stories here. Yeah, but I'm alive
and he's dead.

So what? You staged your own death? You
buried an empty coffin?

I don't know.

You gotta know something.

You're a cop. You had bad guys against
you.

Part of a witness protection thing?

Look, I smell the story. I get excited.

No, it's okay.

Look, why don't you zoom in tighter on
that photo?

Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

What? If I'm dead, then she's alive.

Who's alive?

Val.

Valerie Prentiss.

Can you do a file search on her?

Get me an address.

Prentiss, we are...

Voila.

2044 via Paloma.

Do you have a roommate?

Not since college.

Hello?

Good evening.

Get out of here.

I just arrived.

I didn't have an opportunity to finish a
little conversation early on today.

Oh, yes, we did. If you wanted me to lay
off Dutch Dixon in print, I got the

message, okay?

Well, that's only half the reason for my
little visit. The other half is about

your mystery rescuer.

Do you know where I might find him?

I'm sorry you're out of luck, because I
just met him for the first time today,

and I'm sure I'm never going to meet him
again.

Miss Corcoran, you're a wonderful liar.

I, on the other hand...

Now you tell me where I can find Reno
Ring.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh,
my God.

Did you kill him? I doubt it. He's too
hard -headed. I gotta go call the cops.

No. Why?

Because I owe him something.

Let's go. No, I'm not leaving this as my
house until everything is sorted out.

Listen to me.

What do you think would have happened if
I hadn't been here?

These people aren't playing games.
They're playing for keeps.

Now's a good time for us both to get the
heck out of here.

Now let's go.

All right, son.

Ain't nothing right.

That point exactly.

You're seeing what you were brought here
to see. That no matter how tough or

lonely or frustrating your fugitive life
is, everything is still turning out

exactly the way it's supposed to.

Is Val happy?

She looks happy.

She's happy enough.

Six killers headed for San Quentin at
the graveyard.

Cheyenne's dead already.

And if Dixon wins this election, then
he's headed for Washington.

Yeah.

Dad, I can... You can't do that, Reno.
You can't go changing anything.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid you won't get your wing?

I told you I'm not an angel.

And it doesn't make any difference, does
it?

It always makes a difference.

Not to me.

I'm a dead man.

Remember?

Nah, nah. Come on, you guys. Give it a
rest. I'm not campaigning today. I'm

spending a little time with the people.

There you go.

Hope you're enjoying that.

All right, good to see you.

I think you're going to make it so easy
for me.

Stay out of my way, Bob.

You're dreaming her crazy, and I don't
care which one.

You're not going to pull the trigger on
me.

Oh, yeah?

Is that because we're such good friends?

That's exactly why.

Shoot him!

It's as if they went right through him.
Go on, go on, go!

He's not Superman!

Henry, Sixkiller's coming. Henry!

Henry, please! Hold it right there!
Freeze!

You're under arrest, Travis. Come here.

What, do you want to beat it or sit here
and wait until the cops get the pull on

you? Come on, let's go.

Oh, boy, it's me, Bobby.

Bobby?

Bobby Sixkiller?

No, it's Newt Gingrich. Know when you
get the heck out of here?

Bobby, is this really you?

You really know me?

Well, if the cops get here... No, I
don't know you. Now beat it.

Come on, beat it!

Get out of here!

Hello, gentlemen.

My name is Bobby Sixkiller. I'm a
licensed bounty hunter. This is Henry

He's wanted for assault in San Luis.

It's all yours.

Oh, you guys. No, you're making a big
mistake. I didn't do anything.

This is for you. Your portion of the
Henry Travis bounty.

Bankroll it for me. That's the one I
truly deserve.

Well, why this one more than any other
time, huh?

I mean, I've seen you take some hits on
the head, but you always came out okay.

Bobby, did you ever stop to think what
the world would be like if you weren't

it?

No. Because, you see, there is no world
unless I'm in it.

Oh, no, no.

Seriously.

Seriously.

Well, no, I...

Guess I never thought... You know what?
Everything would be the same. Same.

If he weren't in the world, I'd be dead
or in jail.

True.

Cheyenne Lord knows what she'd be doing.

Did Henry Travis go quietly?

No.

Bitched and screamed all the way to
jail. Kept claiming he was innocent.

I think I'll go visit him.

Can't do that.

Why's that?

Well, you see, when they went to grab
him for his arraignment, his cell was

empty.

You're kidding.

No. It's as if he vanished into thin
air.

strange huh what

was that for i'm glad you're in my world