All language subtitles for maverick_s01e24_plunder_of_paradise

Come on, upstairs.

Come on, come on.

Hey,

amigo. I changed my mind, you see.

I come back.

I see.

But why?

Sorry, senor.

We do what we can with Fernando, but his
mind is made up.

He wishes to see if you can pick up the
gun.

If I can pick it up. See?

Before the knife comes out on the other
side of your belly.

Mike. Go on, tell me.

We got company again.

Yep.

Take careful aim. He wouldn't want to
hit one of them.

The gringos have seen us again.

They're very good at seeing us, Paco,
but very bad at shooting us.

No, no, Fernando.

They don't want to kill us. After all,
they are not in their own country.

Killing us will be very bad.

I know it to be so, Paco, because you
said it. But do the Americanos know it

be so also? Why do you ask?

Because I've been booted by one of their
bullets.

Looking for that it's time enough to
kill him.

Getting early start in the morning might
lose him.

Sure. And while we're at it, maybe we
lose our own shutters along with him,

Buenas noches, Chucho.

What's the good word?

No good, senor.

Nothing.

Senor Wheeler, he don't come back.

Not today.

Not even sometimes.

I think he'll never come back.

What makes you so sure?

You know for a fact that he's dead,
don't you?

Oh, no, senor.

Only maybe.

For a fact, I don't know nothing.

he lose much blood.

What happened to him?

Who? Diego.

Diego? Ah, Diego! He was stung by a
hornet, senor.

One very bad sting.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, still it may teach him to stay
away from hornets. He was very careless.

He'll be down for dinner in about 20
minutes.

Senor, I will fix a pixel price for you.

Anything you fix is bound to be a big
surprise.

Make us all happy.

Seems likely.

And what are we waiting for?

Wheeler isn't the only reason we're in
Paraiso, Mike.

It's the only reason you gave.

Yeah, but he wanted me to keep the rest
of it quiet till he could tell it

himself. Oh, he'd hate to hold me breath
waiting for that.

And you're entitled to know.

Mike, you know the story they tell in
these parts about buried Spanish gold.

El viaje del Paraiso, they call it.
Plunder paradise.

Oh, no, you're not about to crack that
old chestnut. The story's true, Mike.

They found the wreck of the old Spanish
rake about 30 years ago. They found her

ship's log, too.

Still in good condition.

I know.

Every farmer and fisherman from miles
around knows the story and tells it

chance they get.

A British privateer chased a Spanish
rake up the Gulf of Mexico.

The Spaniards put it ashore in a small
boat and stored the treasure in a cave

along the beach.

Then how they were wrecked with all
hands aboard before they'd come back and

it. Ah, yes, and how it's been lying
there still, more than a hundred years

waiting for someone to find it.

Millions in gold.

Diamonds, doubloons, rubies as big as
your eye. That's folder roll.

Wheeler was so close to it when he wrote
to me that he was trying to figure how

to get it out of Mexico without the
government stepping in to take it away

him.

Ah, you daft, laddy book.

For 30 years, every cave on that beach
has been turned inside out looking for

that loot.

That's right.

The cave isn't on the beach.

You've been quoting the logbook.

The book stakes it plain. They hit the
beach in a small boat just long enough

leave the treasure in a cave at the
water's edge.

You're right again.

Well, would you please mind telling me
who moved it?

Mother Nature, Mike.

That's what Wheeler dug up that even the
natives didn't know.

He's a geologist, and he found that over
70 years ago, an earthquake shifted the

coastline along here.

In other words, Mike, when the Spaniards
stashed their gold, all this was

underwater. And the cave where they
buried it is now three miles inland.

Choo -choo, where's Wheeler? Si.

There, Senora Wheeler.

Senora Wheeler.

Hello.

I'm Bart Maverick. This is Mr. McComb,
Mike McComb.

How do you do?

Likewise.

I'm Grace Wheeler.

Yes, we know.

We were expecting to see your husband.

So was I.

Has anything happened to him?

We're not sure.

He went out into the hills two days
before we came here. He hasn't been seen

since. We were looking for him for a
week now.

Then he must be dead.

What makes you say that, Mrs. Wheeler?

This letter.

He was very much afraid of dying when he
wrote it.

He tells of being followed into the
hills every day by bandits.

Wait, bandits?

There's no bandits in this place.

No, there's no bandits.

Mrs.

Wheeler, we'd better talk upstairs.

Well, who ever hired the bandits around
here?

Not me, Paco. Nor me.

There was a very old bandit when I was a
boy in the hills. One day he fell in

the water and he drowned.

Yes.

Yes, perhaps he did.

Chicho, put the ladies' bags in Senor
Wheeler's room. Muy bien, Senor.

Strange.

I've always thought of murder as
something so remote, so extraordinary.

But now, in this place, with those men,
it seems almost...

Ordinary. We haven't given up hopes of
finding your husband, ma 'am.

Oh, please, gentlemen.

We can dispense with the sugar pills.

Frank's dead. We all know it.

The question is, where do we go from
here?

I don't think I understand you.

Well, I don't see why not.

Oh, of course.

You expect a show of grief or perhaps
even a few tears.

I'm sorry, but Frank's work has kept us
apart.

I've learned to live without him. Oh, I
haven't seen the man for more than three

years.

Oh, but don't worry.

I know the arrangements he made with
you, and I have no intentions of cutting

you out of your share.

The only real difference is his share
becomes mine.

But with him out of it, what's his
share?

Will this do for a start?

Is it what I think it is?

That's a foreign coin to some grain.

A Spanish doubloon.

Where'd you get it?

Frank sent it with the letter. He found
it two days after he wrote to you.

And he did find the gold?

No, only what you see.

But he felt sure that this coin was
dropped by one of the landing party from

Spanish Rake.

Where'd he find it?

On the beach?

No, in the hills.

He was right.

This proves it. Yes.

And he describes the spot where he found
it very clearly.

Landmarks, distances, encompassed
directions.

Well, gentlemen, are we partners?

We're lucky we've got three or four
hours before they catch up again.

And they've never tried to attack you?

Not yet.

I think they're hoping we'll lead them
to the gold.

They know about that?

Who doesn't?

It's the only reason for an American to
come to Paraiso.

You're wrong about that.

You were wrong last night, but I didn't
care.

I didn't come here just for the gold.

I came because Frank begged me to come.

Because I wanted more than anything else
to save my marriage.

You don't have to explain.

No, but... Somehow I wanted to.

Then we can stop ducking and start
digging. Just tell us where, Mrs.

Easy now.

That's it.

Hold it.

All right.

This is where Frank found the coin.

The ocean is about three miles that way.

This was the beach a hundred years ago,
and that cave faced the water.

Get excited. Relax.

We do this every day.

Quitting time.

Please, let's get out of here.

We're on our way.

What's more, we can't afford to come
back.

Not tomorrow or even the next day.

Got to put on an act of looking in new
locations so they won't get wise to this

one.

And, uh...

They have not found any trace of Senor
Wheeler?

No.

Nor anything else.

But I think they're getting close to
him.

The cold?

Yes.

Do not worry, amigo.

If they find it, my men will be there to
take it away from them.

They do not suspect you?

Me?

A simple mariachi.

They do not even take me into account.

I must get back now.

Adios, amigo.

Adios.

Howdy, neighbor.

You coming or going?

Right now, I haven't the vaguest idea.

Well, either way, would you please shut
the door?

Gee, I didn't mean to give you a start,
neighbor, but the man downstairs said

that you wouldn't be back until later.

Thought I'd be clean out of here by
then.

Just how did you happen to get in here?

Simple.

First thing the man wants to know, am I
a friend of yours?

Of the Americano, the man says.

Well, neighbor, I ask you to picture my
relief at finding out there's an

Americano in the house.

Right about now, any Americano is a
friend of mine.

So I tell the man, CC, and he shows me
up to your room. So here I am.

Hope you're not mad.

You're going to be disappointed.

I am mad.

Uh -oh.

What'd I do wrong?

That tub you're sitting in, it's full of
water.

Well, the man didn't have any champagne.

Fresh water is just as hard to get.

They haul it down from a mountain spring
at 50 cents a bucket. American.

When and if the spirit moves them.

Well, um... Looks like I owe you about
three dollars, Mr., uh... Maverick.

Bart Maverick.

I'm Dolly Muldoon.

And I haven't got three dollars.

I haven't even got three cents.

But I'll tell you what, if you turn your
back so I can get dressed, I'll, uh...

Get a job and pay you back. A job?

Peter, what can you do?

Well, I did a song and dance with a
traveling show on a triumphant tour of

America. Some triumph.

Show folded?

Yep, and very cruise.

So, I booked me a fast passage on a slow
boat to Corpus Christi. Nothing but my

honest smile and a promise to pay at the
other end of the line.

Now, don't tell me the boat sank.

No, but the captain got the generous
notion that I should ride for free.

Well, I'm with a few other notions of a
more familiar nature.

So he quarreled.

Mm -hmm.

But I must say, that old buccaneer had
the instincts of a gentleman.

At least he set me off on dry land
instead of making me walk the plank.

So, if you don't have any plans for
dinner, I'd be proud to join you.

You can put on my bill.

You don't mind, Pop? Look.

Oh, neighbor, I can just use some luck,
pot or no pot.

Well, I've been lucky enough for two
today, so I'd be proud to take you to

dinner, Dolly.

No charge.

Welcome to paradise.

Can't think of any place I'd rather be.

Saints Preservers is true.

When Chucha told me just now, I thought
he was pulling my leg.

This is my partner, Mike McCollum.

Mike, I'd like you to meet Miss Dolly
Muldoon.

Muldoon? Oh, now there's a name you can
make music with.

Put her there, Irish.

Oh, you still don't believe it. This
maverick has the devil's own look.

Who, besides himself, would drop down in
the middle of nowhere and pop up with a

beautiful blonde on his arm.

Especially one with a name like Muldoon.

Choo -choo, there'll be four for dinner.

Four? Oh, I forgot to tell you. We have
another partner.

Who happens to be looking daggers at us
right now?

What business are you in, boys?

Evening, Grace.

Mrs. Wheeler, I'd like to present Miss
Dolly Muldoon.

How do you do?

Well, that goes double, dear.

And what business are you in, Miss
Muldoon?

Oh, Dolly's a singer.

She's on her way back to the States
after a concert tour.

Yeah, I, uh, decided to take me a little
shore leave.

I beg your pardon, senorita.

Why? What'd you do?

Why, nothing yet.

But I should like to sing a song for the
very beautiful señorita.

Hey, wait a minute. I have a better
idea. Let me sing one for you.

Ah, bueno.

Time I start hurting my keeper around
here.

Amigos, the fair señorita will favor us
with a song.

Wait a minute, wait.

Wait a minute, boys. No, you might not
consider it such a big favor.

Actually, it's more in the nature of an
audition. You see, if you like it...

The management puts me to work for room
and board until the next boat comes.

Huh? Who say so?

So you just give me a little oom -pah
-pah, neighbor. Stick as close as you

I'll do the rest, okay?

I

still

can recall my dear mother's advice.

Oh, don't trade your youth for a fool's
paradise.

You can't have the game without paying
the price.

And virtue is its own reward.

I made my mistake with a teacher of

voice. His words were persuasive and I
took my choice.

He promised me fame.

ask me the reason I'll say once again
the weakest of women are better than men

and virtue is its own reward yes virtue
is its own reward bump

What, say, room and board until the next
boat, huh?

Si, senorita. You are hired.

Ricardo, you are fired. Oh, no, no. None
of that. No, sir. Ricardo and me, we're

a team, aren't we, Dickie boy?

Why, si, senorita. Gracias.

Nada. All right.

You are both hired.

I am ruined.

Well, apparently the lady's talents
weren't born to blush on the scene.

She seems to have a way with the
peasants.

Meet another peasant, Mrs. Green.

Well, neighbors, it looks like I'm not a
bum anymore. I'm a working woman.

You were just great, Dolly.

What's this?

A hundred dollars?

I was worth it.

Besides, you might need it to pay for
that boat ride in advance this time.

Oh, well, it's a real pleasure doing
business with you, neighbor.

Oh, please excuse me. I really must
excuse myself.

I seem to have developed a slight
headache.

Does she have these headaches often?

Or am I the first one?

I don't know about these gringos.

Every day they go around in circles.

They begin to make me dizzy.

Why do we not kill them, Paco?

Put an end to all this chasing of wild
gooses?

Patience, Fernando.

Do not be hasty to kill the wild gooses
who may be laying the golden eggs.

We'll stop here.

We'll give them time to catch up.

I'll keep my eye open. Make sure they
don't miss us.

Thanks, Mike.

You tired, Grace?

And restless.

It's been so frustrating these last five
days.

Pretending to look for something miles
from where we should be looking.

But if it is there and we do find it...

What are you going to do with all your
millions?

I was a little girl when we played that
game.

I always said I'd give it to the poor.

You're all grown up now.

I'm not especially generous, am I? I
mean, I haven't been very charitable to

your little blonde friend.

I don't think she's asking for charity.

There, you see?

I have a way of making everything sound
smug and superior.

Please make allowances for me, Bart. I
come from a long line of snobs.

Sounds like you've come a long way, at
least in the last few days.

When I first saw her sitting there with
you, I suddenly felt that I didn't

really belong.

And somehow she did.

So what I really disliked wasn't Dolly
Muldoon, but myself.

You give yourself too little credit,
Grace?

No. I give myself too many airs.

I hold myself apart from people. That's
my trouble.

Dolly's different.

She's generous with herself.

But I've always guarded my affections.

When I give them away, Bart, I have an
awful lot to give.

You're really sure your husband's dead,
aren't you?

Aren't you?

Here they come. Let's get started.

If you can manage to tear yourselves
away, of course.

Don't you think this thing's gone far
enough anymore?

What do you mean by that?

Simple enough.

Time we stopped looking for that gold
and started finding it.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess we have been going through
the motions long enough.

Tomorrow we'll go straight back to the
spot where Wheeler found the coin and...

Now you're talking.

I'm forgetting this awkward one way or
the other.

For a lot of reasons.

Like what, for instance?

That Wheeler woman, for one. She's
getting on me nerves.

No accounting for taste, Mike.

Hiya, neighbors. Just wanted to make
sure you weren't going to be late for my

farewell appearance.

Hey, you're right.

Tonight's your last night.

Yep. Tomorrow's the day my ship comes in
with bells on.

I won't seem like the same grand place
without you, Dolly.

Oh, Irish. Now, come on. Don't go
getting me sentimental.

This crummy old town's beginning to look
good to me, and I figure that's time to

leave. Don't mind Mike, Dolly. We'll be
down to help you celebrate.

As soon as we change into something
black in proper respect for the

Now, Irish, stop it.

Come on. Downstairs in 20 minutes, huh?

Don't mind Fernando.

He's a little bit drunk, that's all. He
don't mean no harm.

He emiles you.

Let her go.

Marietta is out to make music, not to
mix in her business.

You, you animal.

Ay, what a woman.

What a fury, what passion.

Fernando, I think she's leaving you out
here.

Si, mira que chula.

one sweet swallow, Linda.

Then maybe you tell us, eh?

What you look for every day?

What you look for, eh?

boy, so let's break up the party, huh?

I was talking to the senora gringo.

Be so good as to go away.

Move aside, gringo, or I'll cut my way
right through you.

Parker, you better get him out of here
before I have to kill him.

Kill him?

Kill him for what reason, senor?

Look, amigo, this mechanical marvel I
hold in my hand happens to be a gun.

That knife won't be much competition.

Forget about it, Fernando. This is not
time to be killing our friends. Come on,

let's go someplace else.

Come on, honey,

upstairs.

Change my mind, you see.

I come back.

I see.

But why?

Because you say the knife is no equal
match for the gun.

You want a bet, amigo?

Well, I, uh... I'm not a betting man.

Sorry, senor.

We do all we can with Fernando, but his
mind is made up.

He wishes to see if you can pick up the
gun.

Ivan, pick it up. See?

Before the knife comes out on the other
side of your belly.

Come, come, amigo.

You have made big talk about this gun.

Let us see you use it.

You may as well try, amigo. If you
don't, Fernando's going to kill you

You got nothing to lose.

Take that with you.

Don't be angry with us, senores.

It was Fernando's fault.

We didn't like him very much anyway.

Sorry for the trouble.

You all right, Grace?

No.

No, I'm not.

I've never seen a man killed before in
cold blood.

Hot blood, ma 'am. It ain't the same
thing.

Not now, lady. And not you.

I'll go up after a bit and try to calm
her down.

Ricardo, play something.

Dolly, sing something.

You see?

Now, that's what killed me in show
business.

How do you follow an act like that?

Fine farewell party this turned out to
be.

At least you'll be getting out of this
hole, Dolly.

I did something.

I had your fill of it, too.

Just about.

Room enough for two on that boat.

I can't leave.

Because of Boston?

Yeah, she's part of it.

Just, uh, what goes on with you and her?

I told you.

Prospecting.

That's not what I mean, neighbor.

Nothing else.

Well, I've seen her look at you.

You're so big and strong, and she feels
so safe with you.

So, you feel safe with her.

Meaning?

Meaning there's always a chance that Mr.

Wheeler will come back.

Gives you a nap whenever you need one.

You're a lad who always looks for the
nearest exit before he hangs up his hat.

So that's how you have it figured out.

That's how I have to figure.

Otherwise, I'd think there was something
wrong with me.

With you?

Sure.

Otherwise, why do you pretend I'm not
around when you know very well I am?

Do I?

Yes.

Because if you ever started anything
with me, you wouldn't know how to get

of it.

Because I'm just as free as you are.

Don't feel so safe with me.

Dolly, you don't scare me one little
bit.

Prove it.

Wouldn't it take much to make me miss
that boat?

No, darling, no. That's a goodbye kiss.

It's nothing more.

Well, I... I guess I know when I'm
beaten.

You get back to... the States. You need
a drumstick.

Just alone.

Please.

Well, when will I see you?

Sometime.

But not tomorrow.

I'll be getting out of here before you
leave.

Goodbye's no good, Woundover.

Well, uh, they're not much good to begin
with anyway.

Well, so long, neighbor.

Guess I was wrong about you.

What is it?

Easy, Mrs. Wheeler. There's nothing
there you'd want to see.

It's Frank, isn't it?

You found him?

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm sorry.

Well, we expected it.

I just never seem to know how you're
going to take things.

Oh, you mean last night?

Oh, I'm all over that now.

It was a shock, that's all.

And this isn't?

They robbed him after they did it.

They forgot something.

What is it?

His notebook.

They killed him for his shoes, his
clothes, and for nothing.

But this wasn't worth taking because
they couldn't read.

Four million dollars and they threw it
away.

What was that again?

Listen, he wrote this on the back page.

It's here.

I found it.

Found it?

Tomorrow I'll come back with the mules.
The cave is 14 degrees southwest of the

spot where I found a coin.

Back of a large square rock.

Concealed by brush.

There it is.

Glory be.

What are we waiting for?

Don't look in that direction, Mike. Do
you see him?

Get him over there behind you.

All right.

We go about our business.

Make it natural.

We're bringing Frank's body back to
town.

I'll go get a blanket.

Good.

Do we have to do that?

I think they'll expect it.

And while you're at it, you might look a
little sad.

For their benefit.

Is there anything worse than a policeman
who has questions in Spanish?

Yeah, the way you answer them in
Spanish.

Dolly. I missed the boat.

That was a little careless, wasn't it?

Oh.

I, um, decided I didn't know you well
enough to take your money.

Oh.

What are you going to do when the next
boat comes?

Oh, well, uh, by then, neighbor, I'll
know you well enough.

Go on, tell her you're glad to see her,
you big clone.

Oh, Dolly, I am glad to see you.

Still no sign of him.

Something's wrong, Mike.

Maybe they're satisfied we found what we
were looking for.

Wheeler's buddy.

No. Now they know it's something else
because we're still looking.

Maybe they're just being a little
smarter this time.

What's the delay?

Oh, come on, Mrs. Wheeler.

Just keep looking behind you, Mike.

been in the devil's own hurry to leave
it out like this

wheeler

dug it up get the saddlebags mike we are
in a hurry

How long do you expect us to wait in
here?

Have you got a better idea, Mrs.
Wheeler?

Well, anything's better than this
waiting.

Hey, amigos.

It's getting pretty dark out here.

It's time to go back to the cantina.

Maybe you'll come out now, huh?

What do you say?

Maybe you want us to come in, huh?

Thank you.

Pobaldo.

Andre.

Paco.

Listen, amigos.

Maybe you find the gold, but you can't
keep it. It belongs to the government.

You want us to tell the police what
you're doing there?

Yeah.

Go tell the police, Paco.

Police?

You say you think you're very smart,
huh?

Police.

Sorry,

senores. We did not tell Ubaldo to do
such a fool thing like that.

That was his own idea.

I'm very sorry.

So we go now.

Adios, amigos.

We go back to the cantina.

You hear?

We're going away.

It's daylight now.

You don't come out, maybe we start
shooting.

Shooting at what?

We don't need to shoot at something.

Bullets bounce off the rocks. Sooner or
later, we hit somebody.

Oh, fine.

They start shooting, we'll have no place
to hide.

That'll ricochet from every angle.

What are you doing?

Stay put.

Throw your guns out. We let you go.

We take the goal. You go home. That will
be a good thing to do.

What do you say?

You've got to get us out of here. Give
them what they want. Stay put. You're

sick of getting out there.

Anybody dead yet?

Why don't you throw out your guns and go
home?

We'll let you go. I give you my word.

Grace, what the... Give me your guns. Or
so help me, I'll kill you.

I'll kill you before you take two steps
outside.

I warned you.

Don't try to stop me.

You know those bullets were meant for
you, don't you?

Gracias, senora.

Now we have the guns, I think we take
the girl too.

Satisfied, Mrs. Wheeler? We can't stop
them now.

They're coming in and out of that sun.

Back in the shadows, throw rocks,
anything.

Ricardo. And where did you come from,
lad? Where'd you get the army?

They are my own men, amigo.

You see, I was assigned to watch Senor
Wheeler at the time he found the coin.

When he disappeared and you took up the
search, I transferred my surveillance to

you.

Which may explain why I'm such a very
bad mariachi.

You mean you let us find it just to take
it away from us?

Why, of course.

It's a serious crime to remove a
national treasure, amigo.

But, uh... Since you have not removed
it, you may even be rewarded for finding

it.

Oh, no, that's different.

Rewarded how?

Oh, with a medal.

But no gold.

Well, who knows?

Perhaps it will be a gold medal.

That virtue is its own reward.

I made my mistake with a teacher of war.

And virtue is its own reward.

That is a pretty philosophy.

But I don't know if I can stand to hear
in a boat if another three weeks till

the boat comes.

That's your up, Mike. We might be able
to buy a boat from some fisherman and

sail it back to the States.

Into what?

We're partly down to our last dollar.

We haven't even started on our
doubloons.

Doubloons? Sure.

Somehow I seem to find myself with both
pockets full of them.

And virtue is its own reward.

Yes, virtue is its own reward.