All language subtitles for S15E06.The Lady and the Sourdough.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

Choose your field--

miner, rancher, farmer,
road agent.

There were many tools
to with which

a man could seek
a new life out west.

One man, history records,
found his rainbow

in a frying pan.

Not a trout,

but a pot of gold.

It only took two ingredients--

"The Lady and the Sourdough"

Ain't enough
for a decent plate of beans.

What's it gonna be?

Beans is good today.

You're new!

Ain't nothin' new about me,
but the hat, mister,

and that's eight years old.

Beans?No, I'd like a T-Bone steak
like that one,

With some taters
and maybe some peas
and coffee.

It's a dollar, two bits.

Dollar, two bits?

Last week
it was a dollar!

That's high-handed robbery!

Beans is 35 cents.

What's Toomey trying to do,

get rich off the sweat
of a hard working man?

You still belly-achin'
about my prices, Despo?

This ain't San Francisco,
Toomey,

you don't have fiddle music
and linen tablecloths,

so what are you charging
them extra prices for?

'Cause I make
pretty good beans.

I don't want beans,
I want a steak!

Give him a small one
for a dollar,

before he busts
a hamstring.

T-bone don't take
too much fire.

That's the reason
I make 'em blood red,

the way they ought to be.

I always thought that
one steak was like another,

but this one's downright
likeable.

And the potatoes
and the peas.

You cook
all this yourself?

Oh, well I've been
fryin' and cookin'

since I was a boy.

Ma was a terrible cook.

It was either learn
or starve.

Best meal I've sunk my teeth
into in months.

Well, ain't much
can be done to a steak.

Now, a stew--
that's different.

Gives a man elbow room
to show off his wears.

Stews is my favorite.

Ever thought about
being rich?

I've never been one to give
much time to thought, mister.

Look, I got a mine
10 miles west of here.

Now, of course there ain't
much gold in it now,

but one of these days
I'm gonna strike that big vein.

How would you like
to be cut in for half?

Half?

You'd make me a partner?

For what?

For cookin'.

Cookin' all them wonderful
vittles like that creamed corn

and the stews and taters...

Look, you do the cookin',
I'll do the diggin',

And I'll cut you 50/50.

I have kind of missed
wompin' up a good stew.

Is it a deal?

Why not?

Now, look.

Now, my mines,

four miles off the road
just east of the twin rocks.

I'll see you there
for breakfast tomorrow.

Oh, that'll be a dollar.

Here.
Now, remember.

you take care
of the cookin', partner.

[ laughs ]

Irish stew, right?

If your nose for gold was
as good as your nose for food,

we'd be millionaires
by now.

How'd we do today?

Not bad, not bad.

Almost two ounces.

In the three weeks
I've been here,

you've just barely brought
in enough for the food.

Tomorrow I'll be digging
in a new place.

I'll hit that big vein
one of these days.

Now, don't you worry.

Well at the rate
you're gaining weight,

you'll be lucky
to even see the vein

over that belly
of yours,

much less heave and pick.

Rupert!

Rupert! Rupert,
come on out here!

Look at this,
Look at this ore.

What about it?

That's gold.

Don't you know gold
when you see it?

Well, I seen
a gold watch once.

But this is solid stuff,
not dust.

You mean you found vein.Well, not exactly.

Well, it's a lot better diggins
than I've been scraping
out of that rock.

Now, grab the pick
and follow me.

Well, I got a casserole
simmering.

Forget it.
I need your help.

Well, I'm not a miner,
I'm a cook.

You know our deal.
You dig, and I cook.

I need your help.

I don't ask you
to peel potatoes.

This is not potatoes, man.
It's gold!

I can't stand here
and argue with you.

Now, wait a minute!

I own that mine.

I claimed it and staked it out,
and I cut you in for half,

and you're gonna work
with me if I-- Rupert!

Where are you--?

Now, you have
to help me dig.

The two of us can get
twice as much out of a dig!

Hey,
my casserole's burned.

Now, I it's all your fault.
Get out of my kitchen.

Get! Get! Get...

I seen a man look
at a woman like that,

but never at a basket
of food.

Come on, come on.

See, I've been doing work
for two of us.

I've got appetites
for two of us.

What you got for supper?

I got the makings
of a roast.

Good, good.

Johnny Hollowlegs.

Sir![ horse groans ]

Oh, sir,

My name is Daigle,
Laticia Daigle.

Rupert Johnson, ma'am.

I wonder if you'd help me.
Jenny is in trouble.

Jenny?

Jenny is my cow.

I was taking her over
to the Mansbridge place,

and just down the road
she broke loose.

She's caught
in a bramble patch,

and I'm afraid
you'll hurt herself.

Oh, well I certainly
will help you, ma'am.

Why, that's man's work.

Your husband should
be doing those chores.

Well, Mr. Daigle is...

I'm a widow.

Well, I'm very sorry,
ma'am.

I'll go get Jenny.

Oh, here she is,
Mrs. Daigle.

[ mutters ]

No harm done.

I'm so obliged to you,
Mr. Johnson.

Well, it's my pleasure,
ma'am.

Thank you.

Uh, I wonder,
would you like to try
one of these plums?

They're from my trees.

Oh, wonderful.

Thank you.

Mmm.

You know,
you're such a gentleman,
Mr. Johnson.

That's a rarity
around here.

Me, a gentleman?

No, ma'am, I ain't even worn
store-bought clothes

since Paw's funeral.

I was 10 at the time.

Clothes do not make
a gentleman, Mr. Johnson.

My husband, Mr. Daigle,
he was a gentleman.

Well, he was so kind
and so considerate.

Not a ruffian,
like all these miners
around here.

Um, have you ever been married,
Mr. Johnson?

Oh, no,
not me, ma'am, no.

Oh. Why not?

Well, I just ain't ever
been much with women.

Uh, well, one time
I got drunk in Covington,

and I had me a fandango
with one of them dancehall
Jessies.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

What I mean is,
this woman and me--

Well, that is--

That's perfectly all right,
Mr. Johnson.

A man is a man,
I understand that.

A man does not live
by bread alone.

No, ma'am.
I mean, yes, ma'am.

Bread. Oh, my...

I forgot to take
the bread out of the oven.

Well, it's spoiled
by now.

You bake bread?

Well, yes, ma'am,
I made a deal with a miner.

He digs, and I cook.

Of course I ain't seen
much gold since we've
become partners,

but at least that gives me
a chance to cook what I want,

and that's good enough for me.

You really like to cook,
don't you?

Oh, it's my whole life,
cookin'.

I don't know anything else,
don't care to.

There's something
almost holy about cookin'.

Takin' what the good Lord
put in the ground,

sweetenin' it, saltin' it,
add a little water,

set it on the fire--
onions, water, salt,

fire, simple things,

but more important
to livin' man than--
well, even gold.

My pa always said,
"You are what you eat."

I guess that's why him and Ma
didn't get along so good.

Ma couldn't even boil water
without burnin' it.

Mr. Johnson,

I was taking
these apple turnovers

to the mayor.

Well, would you like
to try one?

Oh, my.

Mmm! Delicious!

There's something else
in it.

Brown sugar?

No.

Guess!

Tell me.

Honey, just a smidgen!

I never would
have guessed.

You know, I never have
been much on bakin'.

I just can't seem
to get the hang of it.

Well, I bake pretty well.

Uh, I better be going.

I'll help you up.Thank you.

Giddy up!
Giddy up!

I still say no call
traipsing around

when you should be
stickin' round here.

keepin' up your end
of the bargain.

Now, I told you I had
my taste buds all set

for that roast tonight.

Appears to me,
there ain't nothin' lackin'

about your taste buds.

Chicken ain't roast.

Where'd you go off to,
anyway, today?

I had to help a friend
with a cow.

How'd we do today?

A little better.

About three ounces,
more or less.

Is that all?

It's only me doin'
the diggin'.

Could've made more
at wages slingin' hash
at Toomey's.

Now, don't you worry,
I'll find that big vein yet.

I think I'll go outside
and get me a little fresh air

before I turn in.

Well, don't suck in
too much air.

You're liable
to plum explode.

Where'd you get them pebbles?

Oh, them?
Came out of the chickens.

Chickens?

Yeah.

Them haywire-pluckers
must have pecked

at everything in sight--
pebbles, buttons.

Even found a nail
in one of them.

Sure were nice chickens.

Yeah, fat and sweet.

Where'd you get them?

Mrs. Daigle, the widow woman
down on south road.

She got herself
a right nice farm.

Mrs. Daigle, huh?

Sure knows her chickens.
[ chuckles ]

Yes, sir.

She sure knows
her chicken.

Well I still don't see why
you've to stake another claim.

I'm going up to
the foothills next week.

I want to make sure
nobody sees me up there
and beats us to the punch.

Well, pick me up some sweet
basil while you're in town.

[ rooster crows ]

Well, that gold must
be hiding all over the yard,

laying on top,
waiting to be picked up.

MRS. DAIGLE:
Good afternoon.

Howdy.

I was just passing by,
and thought I'd buy me

some of those
nice chickens of yours.

Excuse me.
Forgot my manners.

Name's Despo,
Thomas Despo.

How do you do?

I'm Mrs. Daigle.

I'm right honored
to meet you, Mrs. Daigle.

I was about to pour myself
some cool lemonade.

Won't you join me?

Well, I'd be happy to,
ma'am.

Oh.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I forgot my manners,
again.

Y'know,
I've been grubbing around
in dirt and rocks so long,

I guess my etiquettes
aren't properly oiled.

I understand.

[ sighs ]
Sure it a lot different
than the way I've been livin'

the last 15 years.

I was raised on a farm,
y'know.

Really?

Well, perhaps someday
you'll be able to settle down

and have your own place.

Since you've brought it up,

I've been doing a powerful
lot of thinking

about doing just that.

Oh, I'm sure
you'll find a place.

Don't suppose
you'd be considering

selling this place?

Oh, dear,
I don't know where I'd go,

what I'd do if I did.

Why, an attractive woman
like yourself, Mrs. Daigle?

You could start yourself
a whole new life

in a big town
like San Francisco,

especially if you had a nice
little nest egg,

to help you along,
say $500.

That is a lot of money.
Isn't it?

But being alone
in such a big town...

Well, at least here
I feel I have Mr. Daigle
near me.

You're a young woman,
Mrs. Daigle.

You should get married
again.

[ chuckles ]

San Francisco
does sound tempting.

How does $700 sound?

Sev--

Give you a whole new
lease on life,

Mrs. Daigle.

Well, I'd have
to think it over.

Well, you do that.

I'll drop by tomorrow.

Meantime, how about
those chickens of yours?

Couple of nice
big ones for stewing, maybe?

Oh, of course,
I'll get them for you.

Did you get my sweet basil?

Oh, I forgot.

One thing
and you can't remember it.

Well, you'd better
tie up them chickens.

They'll wander off

before we get a chance
to eat them

We're having them tonight.

We had chicken
last night!

I'm fixin' a roast.

You eat the roast.
I'll eat the chickens.

Go on what you're doing.
I'll clean 'em.

First he squawks
'cause I give him chicken,

and then he wants
it two nights in a row.

[ rooster squawks ]

He thinks with his stomach.

No doubt about it,
it's there all right.

[ chuckling ]
Gold.

$500 a ton
if it's a penny.

You and the squirrels,
saving up for winter, partner?

What?

What right you've
got to go pokin' around?

Them's my diggin'
before we joined up.

Now let me have that gold,
you rock-headed grub-slinger.

Toomey was right.
You've got a mean,
stupid mouth.

Now,
I'm gonna divide these up.

Give me that gold.
It belongs to me.

I don't take kindly
to be cheated, Despo.

Let me have that gold!

Ahh!

All right,
now here's yours!

Hey!

Well, I guess
this just about puts the lid

on our partnership.

I'll pack up my pots and pans
and mosey on.

Oh, good afternoon,
Mr. Despo!

How nice of you to drop by.

Well, I'm right honored
to hear you say that,

Mrs. Daigle.

I have some very exciting
news for you.

You decided to accept
my offer?

Oh, no, it's much more
exciting than that!

It's a glorious
piece of news!

I have gotten married.

[ chuckles ]
Congratu-- you what?

Isn't it wonderful?

Well, I mean, who?

Well,
it all happened so fast,

but I think we knew
the very first time we met,

the day that Jenny got caught
in the bramble patch,

Jenny?

[Johnson]
Ain't you gonna
congratulate us?

Why, you sneak,
you double-dealin',

two-timin' skunk!

You knew that gold was
out in that yard somewhere.

You knew those chickens
picked up the nuggets here.

You knew there was a gold mine
right here in that yard,

and you married her
to get it all!

Gold?

In the chickens?

That's right,
you pussy-footin' sourdough,

in the chickens,

when you cleaned them,
out of their craws,

same as I did.

You knew there was
a gold mine in this yard,

just sittin' and waitin'
somewhere around--

So no wonder you wanted
to buy this place.

Why, I thought you wanted
to settle down,

and we had the papers
all ready for you.

You mean you really
didn't know?

Till just now.

Rupert,
I don't think I understand.

Why, you heard him,
Laticia.

In the chickens.

He found gold ore
in the chickens' craws.

Why, they must have just
picked it up off the top
of the ground

here in the yard.

I just spilled it out.

Why, I had some money
all saved up.

Laticia and me
was going to San Francisco.

We was gonna open up
a nice little cafe.

Rupert would cook,
and I would do the baking.

And I just threw it away.

It's that mean, stupid
mouth of yours, Despo.

Looks to me like it's
more stupid than mean.

Well, Laticia, looks like
we don't have us a farm.

We got a gold mine,

and that ain't chicken feed.

They say happiness
is where you find it.

You could say the same
thing about gold.

If you're ever out west,

try some
of our golden-fried chicken.

Who knows?

Next week,
another true story

from the forgotten
history of the west.

See you then.