All language subtitles for Wanted Dead or Alive s01e05 Passing of Shawnee Bill

Thank you.

Raise your hand.

Show your cards.

Kind of reckless, weren't you, with luck
crowding me the way it's been?

Oh, I don't know. Polk is pretty much
like the rules for living.

Sometimes it feels right to be reckless.

Sleep warm, gentlemen.

Excuse me.

Whiskey, please.

You're on the memory of a bad dinner.

Your name Randall?

Uh -huh. I got a message for you.

Who from?

Big fella wearing a corduroy jacket.

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

Said he wanted some words with you.

Don't know him.

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

Says he wants to talk to you upstairs 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.

Guess right about you, didn't I?

You're pretty sure of yourself. A man
that never met me before.

Oh, I've heard of you.

I know you'd go for a deal anywhere
where there's money.

My name is Poe.

William Poe.

Did you ever hear of a man called
Shawnee Bill?

I have.

Don't bother to read the description.

Just look at the price.

I know what he looks like. He's about
six foot one, weighs 210 pounds.

Has gray eyes and sandy hair.

Could be anybody.

Could be the banker here in Hooker.
Could be the bouncer in the bar.

Yes, but I know where he is.

Now, for half that reward money in
advance, I'll take you to him.

Sure you will. To his grave.

I heard he's been dead for five 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 on this is
because, aside from your interest in

hard cash, I understand that you have a
strong hankering to uphold the law.

Not this strong.

When a man's investing $1 ,000 in
advance, he's only thinking of one

Shawnee Bill might not be where you say
he is.

Then I lose.

Well, nothing in life is that sure.

But that's the gamble.

Double or nothing.

Looks like you've wasted room around
here.

Or maybe you've lost your nerve.

You know, I watched you play poker
downstairs.

You were betting like a man who bet long
odds.

I was wrong about you.

You only play that kind of poker when
you've got three kings up your sleeve

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

Too bad, Randall.

Oh.

A little town called Trinidad, Colorado.

About 80 miles across the Texas border.

All in all, it's about 170 miles from
here. We could make it in six days.

Poe, you'll have gotten yourself a
headache.

We're going to stay closer together than
two fleas in a prairie chicken.

You might as well go over and make
yourself comfortable.

You're going to be here for the night.

All right.

That's enough.

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

Sure. Hold this.

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

Gotcha.

Who wants to hurry, huh?

Bring it up.

Come on.

Now, where's the saddle pole?

Now, listen, if that shoulder's going to
bother you, let's get it taken care of

now. Don't you worry about the shoulder.

The game's over, Randall.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

That $1 ,000 that you gave me is in a
United States mailbag on board that

stagecoach that just left town.

And about that long trek to Trinidad,
Colorado, the trip really isn't

anymore. You see, I'm Shawnee Bill.

Six foot one, about 210 pounds.

William Poe, alias Bill Poe, alias
Shawnee Bill.

Oh, you got a funny sense of humor.

I figured a gambler like yourself would
appreciate it.

Oh, you can put that up.

Look, Randall, you bet into a hand
that's a little too big for you this

We're not through playing yet.

Of course.

You're going to take me into Colorado
and turn me in, but I think you'd best

consider that 170 miles is quite a long
ways.

Anything can happen.

It said dead or alive.

Yes, but you can't carry a dead man far
across rough country like that.

Now look, why don't you save us both
needless wear and tear on the flesh?

Take your licking.

Just mark it up with profit and loss.

Only your loss.

I'll get you back.

And I'll get that reward.

As if we both get to Colorado together.

For a thousand dollars, I'll take you to
Haiti. Now get on your animal.

You're going to need a lot of luck.

I'm out of that.

What's eating at you, Randall?

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

He wouldn't know why.

There's nobody out there if that's
what's bothering you.

Uh -huh.

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 now.

Yeah, just like cutting off my right
arm.

Here.

I don't want any. Drink it.

I'm delivering you to Colorado.

Nice and healthy down here.

Nobody out there, huh?

Whose fire is that?

We've been followed ever since we left
Hooker.

Well, maybe the best thing you can do is
let me go right here and now.

Who is he?

I told you 170 miles is going to be a
long way to take me.

You think your partner's going to get
your way from me. You're wrong.

You better start getting used to
traveling 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.

You can't shake him, you can't catch
him.

But whether you like it or not, Mr.
Randall, you've got yourself another

Wiping out those trail tracks isn't
going to save you either.

If he doesn't get you, I will.

Will you now?

I'm not lying.

He's after me.

Yeah, good.

Real good.

Look, I'm telling you.

Six years ago, Galt and I were in a
robbery together with two other men.

The other two men were killed.

Galt got himself captured.

I managed to get away with the money.

Let it 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.

Well, easy come, easy go.

Talked him out of that too, huh?

I got away.

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

How do you suppose I got this wound in
my shoulder?

From him.

The day before I hit that town of Hooker
and found you.

Look, he wants that reward money as bad
as you do.

He feels that he's entitled to his
money.

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.

Well, I hope you fill your flush.

Here.

I don't want it.

Drink it.

It's pure water.

Well? He's out there. He's 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 lost you at Bend River.

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

You're a little late.

Galt!

Go!

Let you and me make a trade.

Nobody gets hurt.

Just Shawnee Bill.

What kind of a trade?

I'll split the reward with you.

That's not a good deal for you, Josh.

You'll only just get your money back.

And besides, how do you know he won't
double -cross you?

Well, that's great coming from you.

Randolph! No deal!

Now, get the horses then.

I'll out -wait you.

I may not have a chance against that gun
of yours, but... but you're gonna make

one slip.

Now, do you believe me?

Maybe.

What real chance do you think you've got
of cashing me in?

You're gonna fall on your face at any
hour, and you know it. He's gonna kill

to take me.

The only chance you've got is to let me
go.

No.

Look, Randall.

This is my fight with Galt.

Why do you want to get your head blown
off for a pocket of money you'll never

see? Thank you, but I paid to be here.

You know, it's too bad.

We'd have made a great team.

Except for the fact we were on different
sides of the fence.

Yeah.

We're gonna walk the horses up that
slope when I tell you you mount quick

right

Okay, mount up.

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. Bill Poe? Yeah,
sir.

Isn't that a mistake?

Take him around to Crawford's apartment.

Seems like he was known.

Ought to be. He's lived here six years.

Whatever trouble you went to, we want to
thank you for it. Poe was a good man,

lived by the letter of the law. He ain't
been gone more than two weeks.

Funny, he left town here to raise a
thousand dollars to send his wife back

St. Louis.

She needed an operation.

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

The money come in by stagecoach
yesterday.

She died the day before.

Well, a little girl needs the money
anyway.

She ain't got nobody but her grandma to
take care of her. A little girl?

Prettiest thing you ever saw.

Just five years old.

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

My name's Randall.

Found him up near Squaw Canyon.

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

We'll tell the little girl someday that
a man named Randall was kind to her

father.

Yeah.

You do that.

I'll see you now, Hugh.