All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive s01e04 Dead End

Howdy. I see Mr. Noonan. Your name,
please.

Tell him Josh Rand was there.

If you will wait.

You're the bounty hunter, isn't?

That's right.

I'm Luis Portilla.

Juan Portilla's father.

Uh -huh.

I know why you are here, and I want to
tell you this.

My son is not an animal to be hunted
down.

He's not a killer.

We'd have little chance against that.

Look, uh, Mr.

Portilla, I don't know anything about
your son.

If you speak the truth, you have nothing
to worry about.

But if you lie...

You go after my son at your own risk.

Mr. Noonan will see you now.

Hey, you're Joyce Randall, all right.

I can tell from your trademark.

I've heard people talk about it. It does
the job.

What about the poster?

Oh, yeah, yeah. You won't know the
details.

What do I have to do to get the $500?

Find one for Tia.

What's he wanted for? Grand theft.

About $10 ,000 worth.

He used to ride fence for me, and one
fine morning last week, he showed up

missing. The safe here was busted open.

The cattle sale money was gone.

What about the local law?

Local law.

Local burying society is more like it.

The last two posses gone out after
rustlers that buried the men they were

I thought you wanted this man, Portillo.

I do want him, but I want him alive.

You see, I hire more than 20 Mexicans on
this spread, including Juan's father.

If Juan doesn't get a fair here, then I
have to get pretty mean.

mean enough to start busting up things
and maybe come looking for me.

And you figured I could bring him back
in one piece.

That's part of your reputation.

That's why I waited for you.

There were three other men wanted the
job. I turned them down.

Much obliged.

Yeah, but there's more to it than just
bringing him back. There's a time

element.

Old Man Parker's coming out to me. If he
finds out about this, I'm going to lose

my job.

Didn't say anything in here about a
theft.

Of course not.

I haven't been able to do anything
myself.

For the past two months, it's been one
doctor after another. I got to go to

Tucson tomorrow to see a specialist.

I want this whole mess cleaned up before
I get back here.

I can't guarantee that.

All I ask is that you try.

You can take the rest of the posters
down.

Good.

Now, you say this man Portia, he was a
fence rider.

One of the best.

Did he bunk here?

He stays out at a range cabin. That way
he can cover the whole spread.

How do I find it? Just follow the north
fence. You can't miss it.

See you before a week from Friday.

You get around pretty good, don't you?

I thought you worked at the ranch, not
here.

Are you looking for Juan or waiting for
him?

That is no business of yours, senor
bounty hunter.

Looking for him is my business.

Your business is to kill him. To find
him.

Suppose you look at it this way. If I
don't go after Juan, somebody else will.

Maybe a sheriff, maybe a full posse.

Think it out, miss.

Do you stand a better chance with them
or with me?

I don't know.

Who are you?

Conchita Morales.

You must be very fond of Juan.

We plan to marry.

That is why I know he would not steal
the money and go away.

He would not do that.

He's not that kind of a man.

Well, I think it's up to him to answer
that question.

All I know is he's gone.

Something must have happened.

An accident.

Well, it was an accident he was ready
for. He took his clothes with him.

And you knew that too, didn't you?

But his winter clothes.

They're gone too. Everything.

Where does he keep his traps?

I don't understand.

Animal traps.

Finch riders usually have them. Oh, in
there.

Where'd he go?

The sooner you tell me, the sooner
you'll see him again.

I can track him if I have to.

Once a year, he goes to the pasture.

The shack is there.

That's where he went. He's out of
season.

But if a man wanted to go to a cabin and
hide out in the mountains, stay a

while, he'd take traps for meat.

One has nothing to hide from.

If Juan's innocent, he's got nothing to
fear from me.

If there was no reward, you would not be
here.

Looking for people is my job.

Finding them guilty isn't.

To the mountains in the north, there is
a place they call the George of the

Diablo.

The shack is there.

You know, if time wasn't important, I'd
just keep my eyes on you. Because he'd

show up sooner or later.

You miss right back now, yeah?

Let me come with you, please.

Well, if he shows up, he's going to come
to you.

You'd be better off at the ranch.

Tell him I'll be waiting.

Viacom deal.

Well,

you warned me.

I didn't figure you'd go through with
it. About what, senor?

Bushwhacking me.

Oh, if I wanted to do that, you would be
dead now, sir.

You didn't come up here for the ride.

Senor, put yourself in my place.

The place of a father who loves his son,
who wants to see him live.

I don't know you well enough to figure
what you'd do.

I wish to see my son live.

I only desire to ride with you, to keep
you from harming him.

I'm an old man.

I cannot do you any harm.

It is said you could have killed me if
you wanted to. A sleeping man.

It would have been easy, even for a
child.

I told you, your son's got nothing to
fear from me.

Then, senor, you have nothing to fear
from me.

Good night. Take the years off your age.

If your son's up ahead, Portia, you
better hope he sees you before he starts

shooting. Because after the first shot,
you ain't gonna be around no more.

Now you get on your horse, here.

I must have some water.

This may be all for nothing.

Who can say my boy has gone to the
shack?

You wanted along.

You're going the rest of the way.

Just because some silly girl who thinks
my boy is in love with her tells you

such a thing?

I saw you leave the cabin.

Well, she didn't tell me anything I
couldn't have figured out for myself.

She's just trying to do what's best for
Juan.

She's jealous.

She hates him for leaving.

That's the way she tries to pay him
back.

By lying. Well, if she's lying, we've
got nothing to lose but time. She will

sorry. You know, if I judged Juan by
your actions, I think I'd think the

Any man who hunts another man for money
is no better than the man he's looking

for.

Get on your feet.

We're moving out.

The nine old men are moments rest.

You're not as old and as tired as you
want me to think. Come on, let's go.

Looks like your son dropped one of his
traps.

My son is not so careless with such
things.

A man does careless things when he gets
in a hurry.

I tell you, senor, this is no accident.

Accident or not, we know he's been this
way.

Senor, you are a fool.

You know nothing about my son.

That's right.

But I plan to, senor.

The pain, it is here.

Can you move your legs?

Maybe something's broken.

Maybe not.

I think yes.

You well enough to travel?

Señor, you joke.

Well, I'm going to have to leave you
here.

I'll give you food and water for two
days.

Senor, you leave an old man to die
alone?

Well, uh, what do you suggest?

Well, for a man such as you claim to be,
a kind, fair man, there's only one

answer.

Stay here till Luis can travel.

How long do you figure that might be?

A few days.

Maybe a week.

Ever since you joined me, you've been
trying to keep me from going after Juan.

It's been one thing, then another.

Senor, you have no faith.

There was nothing wrong with that cinch
strap, and the saddle didn't slip.

You just figured if you could keep me
here for a while, it'd give your boy a

chance to get away.

You think this of me?

Get up.

Senor, please.

I mean it.

There will be no forgiveness if you do
this, senor.

On your feet.

Next time, it's your head.

You men real fast.

For an only son, an old man does many
things.

I hope murder isn't one of them.

You misunderstand, senor.

If I do these things, it is for him, not
for myself.

We better get going.

This belong to Juan, too? Si.

You're thinking the same, huh? No man
can be that careless, eh?

For the first time, I agree with you. As
if he's leaving a trail for us to

follow. I tried to tell you this from
the beginning. Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Unless he wants to ambush me.

Then he would have done it and you would
be dead now.

How much farther?

Maybe two hours.

Something is wrong.

Better we hurry.

You know, for the first time, you're
more anxious to get there than I am.

See Wait, let me go first. I can talk to
him All right,

don't keep me waiting long

What

your

father

It's empty You

see there's no one here

It can't be

far we'll just wait until he shows up

He left everything here. He'll be back.
Now, if he stayed here, why is there no

sign? His clothes, his straps, they've
not been used.

All right, let's take a look around.

Luis? Juan?

Juan!

Juan!

Got it.

Pretty good for a cripple, huh?

That's what you're thinking?

I was thinking it's pretty good for
something that curls on its belly.

You can't rile me.

When I'm ready to kill you, I will.

Like you killed Juan?

Not exactly. I shot him in the back.

Why? For the same reason I got you up
here.

You're going to be Juan's partner in
this theft.

Luis, I didn't figure on it.

But he can be the third member.

You'll find three bodies up here now.

Yeah, you had a falling out with the old
man and his son.

Money will be messing. They'll figure
one of you hid it someplace.

Only one didn't steal the money.

How did you manage it? Two months ago, I
was trampled by a bronc.

Let people think I was hurt worse than I
was.

And I sent Juan up here to repair the
cabin. I followed him up and shot him.

And I rode back to the ranch and cleaned
out the safe.

Blankets, the trap.

That was your work.

You're kind of freshening the trail.

Putting a little bait in the trap.

You forgot one thing. Those ranch hands
you were so concerned about.

They know you were gone when Juan was
shot, and they'll realize you're missing

this time.

They'll tie you in with it. I forgot
nothing.

As far as they're concerned, I'm in
Tucson.

Besides, who'd ever suspect a cripple in
a wheelchair to ride up here, shoot

three men, then ride back again?

I can't feel a thing.

My legs are numb.

You'll be all right.

I don't want to be like this.

I don't want to be a cripple.

You're a little late with the thought.

Finish me!

Leave him alone.

Give me a gun, please.

Give me a chance.

Like the one you gave Juan?

Sorry, Mr. Noonan. First shot of favors.

Is the Travis ready?

Hmm. I'll get the voices.

And, Louise, you leave him alone.

My son is dead.

His death will not change that.

No matter how I feel today, tomorrow
will come.

And I will have to look at it.