All language subtitles for S18E11.The Mezcla Man.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Where Western history
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Stories of the old West,
stories of hardships

and adventure,

of dreams
and of courage.

Stories of
the American pioneer

are all a part
of our past,

of our heritage.

Money was a big problem
for wealthy Texas ranchers

in the early
frontier days.

There were no banks.

There were plenty
of bandit gangs

operating along the border.

One very wealthy rancher
was raided by such a gang,

but though they massacred
the entire family,

the bandits never found
the treasure.

For many years, hundreds
of people hunted and dug,

but all they ever found
was a strange figure

the rancher had built
on a nearby hill,

a figure made of mud
and sticks,

and they called him...

[ sighs ]

Your arms are supposed
to be pointin'’ towards gold,

but how far
and how deep?

Doggone-it,
I wish you could talk.

MAN:
By heavens,
I wish he could, too!

Maybe he could talk you out of
some of this stupid business.

Aw, but Hannibal,
I can'’t--

Now, don'’t you give me any
of your, "Aw, buts," boy.

Just wake up.
That thing'’s a fake.

There ain'’t no gold there.

Probably never has been.

Nope. You'’re wrong.

There is gold here
somewhere.

I can feel it,

and he'’s the key,

if I can just figure
him out.

Yep, you can feel it.

We'’re supposed to be
in the cattle business,

remember?

Aw, 62 cows.

Now, that'’s some business.

Herds grow.

A little work
and a little patience.

Well, work I don'’t mind.

HANNIBAL:
Are you gonna
be back for grub?

I'’m making
some venison pie.

Yeah, well,
you go ahead.

I'’ll be along.

If you'’re more
than an hour late,

I'’ll put gravel
in your beans.

What?

Oh, that sounds fine,
Hannibal.

Fine.

Yeah.
[ grunts ]

Jess?JESS:
Hm?

How come I got to learn
two kinds of letters?

Don'’t even look alike.

Isn'’t one kind enough?

Nope. Printin'’s fine,
but you need to know
writin'’, too.

Well, give me a reason.

All right.
Now, how'’s this?

When I find
that Mezcla man'’s treasure

and buy us the biggest
ranch in Texas,

you'’re gonna need to know
how to write out checks

and how to sign all them
big army beef contracts.

Well, if that'’s the case,
sure ain'’t no hurry.

Now, listen,
you stubborn old goat.

I ain'’t gonna have no partner
that'’s too ignorant

to write his own name.

Well, I don'’t see
why not.

I'’m puttin' up
with a partner

that'’s crazy about
a pile of mud and sticks.

You goin'’ somewhere?

Well, I--
I thought I'’d ride over

to Ewing'’s trading post

and get us some coffee.

Ain'’t no need
for that.

You got more
than ten pounds left.

Well, we need salt,

and I'’ll pick you up
some chewin'’ tobacco.

I just got me a dozen
plugs last week,

and we got more than enough
salt to last out till summer.

All right,
I'’m going to see Sarah.

Now, is there anything wrong
in that?

Nary a thing.

At your age, I'’d probably been
sparkin'’ them by myself.

And why not?

She'’s darn pretty
and you know it.

Pretty as a little
red wagon.

She'’s plenty smart, too.

Yeah, she'’s that for sure.

Doggone-it, Hannibal,
how come you don'’t like her?

I don'’t recall ever saying
that I didn'’t.

Well, you never said
you did.

Will you stop fussin'’
at me?

Now, I ain'’t
your blasted daddy.

Now, go on,
get out of here,

and leave me be
'’cause I got work to do.

Well, you sure do
and you remember,

you copy every
one of them letters,

20 times.Stop yappin'’
and get out of here!

He'’s late.

He should have been here
by now.

He'’s always late.

I know, but he is a waste
of time, Sarah.

Now, you take
Reese Thompson--Oh, you take him.

He'’s bald and fat
and 50 if he'’s a day.

And rich enough
to buy you all them fancies

you'’ve got such
a hunger for.

There'’s nothing wrong

with a girl wanting
a few nice things.

No, not if you
can get them.

You could
if you married Reese.

And stay right here
in this valley for good.

No, thanks.

I wanna go places
and see things,

new and exciting things.

Well, you could probably
talk Reese into a trip

to San Antonio.

[ groans ]

I'’m talking about places
like New Orleans
and San Francisco...

and New York.

And you'’re gonna get there
with a two-cow rancher

like Jess Ivy?

I will when he finds
that Mezcla man treasure.

Jess loves me.

And if he doesn'’t find
the treasure?

He'’ll find it.

He just has to--

Jess.

I was afraid
you weren'’t coming.

Oh, no chance
of that, Sarah.

Afternoon, Mr. Ewing.

Ivy.

Come on, sit down.

Uh--
[ clears throat ]

Papa?Hm?

Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

I'’ve got some work
to do inside.

Don'’t mind him.

Here.

Now, have you figured out
the secret

to the Mezcla man yet?

Nope,

but it'’s just
a matter of time.

I hope it won'’t
be too long.

Me, too.

You know, Sarah,
we don'’t have to wait for that

to get married.

We could--Jess, don'’t.

[ sighs ]Well, I know we wouldn'’t
have very much for a while.

Papa would never
agree to it.

Maybe not, honey,
but you'’re of age.

He can'’t say anything.Jess, no.

[ sighs ]

I'’m sorry.

He'’s still my father.

I just couldn'’t go against
his wishes,

but you be patient.

Once you'’ve found
that treasure,

everything will be
just fine.

Jess?

Do hurry.

Waiting'’s not easy
for me, either.

Well, this ought to take down
that swellin'’.

Wrap it up good and tight
with these rags.

Hannibal,

do you see what I see?

I see it
but don'’t believe it.

MAN:
Whoa, toot.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

My name is Harold Graves, III.

The third what?

Why, the third
Harold Graves, of course.

You mean,
there'’s three of you?

Sir, I'’m referring
to my grandfather, my father,

and myself.

Oh, I got you.

Me, I'’m Hannibal McCall.

This here is my partner,
Jess Ivy.

I reckon we'’re firsts.

Firsts?

Oh, I see.

I'’m sorry to have interrupted
your work, gentlemen,

but I guess
I'’ve lost my way.

Well, ain'’t you sure?

Well, of course I'’m sure.

Now, if you'’ll kindly
direct me

to the establishment
of Mr. Thomas Ewing.

Ewing'’s trading post?

Well, that'’s right.

Are you some kind
of a friend of theirs?

Heavens, no.
I'’ve never met the gentleman,

but I understand his trading
post serves the entire valley.

So?

So I'’d like to do business
with him.

I'’m the western sales
representative
for Simonton and Company,

the very finest in cutlery.

Oh.

Well, um,
in that case,

you just stay
on this road, and--

till you get to the fork,
then you turn to the rightabout--

oh, four miles.

Well, thank you.
Mr. McCall.

I wish it could have been
a bigger order, Mr. Graves.

Not many folks
in the valley can afford

such expensive knives.

Of course,
I understand, sir.

It'’s gonna be dark
before you get to town.

Are you sure
I can'’t put you up?

I have a couple rooms
I rent out.

Thank you,
I'’m afraid not, sir.

I really must be--

Mr. Graves,
this is my daughter, Sarah.

Harold Graves, III,
at your service, Miss Ewing.

Why, thank you sir.

A very attractive young lady,
Mr. Ewing.

Yep, too much so,
I'’m afraid.

Good-bye, Mr. Graves.

Good-bye, sir,

I'’ll have your order
shipped right away.

Oh!Here--
Oh, Graves!

My hip.

MR. EWING:
Here.

HAROLD:I'’m afraid
I'’ve wrenched it.

Easy, now.Oh!

Put your arm around
my shoulder.

I'’m afraid I'm going
to have to accept

your invitation
to stay over, Mr. Ewing.

Why, of course,

MR. EWING:
you'’re in no condition
to drive.

Let me help you
to your room.

Easy.

Back kind of early,
ain'’t ya?

Aw, that pretty dude'’s
still there.

Well, he sure
must have hurt himself.

My foot-- he'’s no more
hurt than you are.

He'’s just fakin' it
so he can hang around Sarah.

She'’ll catch on.

Not her.

By the way she'’s fussin'
over him,

you'’d think he's some kind
of wounded hero.

Well, some women just like
to fuss over a man.

He'’s all the time filling'
her up with a lot of fancy talk

about how he'’s gonna
get a promotion

and have a big house,
and servants.

Oh, he'’s got her believin'

that his life in New Orleans
ain'’t nothin' but parties

and fancy dress balls.

Doggone-it, Hannibal,

I'’m worried.

Yeah, I sort of gathered
you was.

You think you could
get your mind off of women

well, just long enough
to take a look at something

really important?

Why, sure.
What is it?

Why, Hannibal,
you'’ve written your whole name

and not a single mistake.

Well, naturally,

and I'’ll thank ya
not to go around sayin'’

you'’ve got an ignorant
partner no more.

Oh, never again, Hannibal.

I promise,

and you know,
if you keep your practice up,

pretty soon, you'’ll be writin'
whole letters.

You know, that'’s a problem.

How'’s that?

None of my friends can read.

Plumb ignorant.

You know, Hannibal,

I got a hunch I better find
that Mezcla man'’s treasure

in a real hurry.

Why? It ain'’t gonna
run no place.

No, but--

hey you remember that tree
that stands right in line

with his left arm?Yep.

What if it grew right above
where the treasure was buried?

It would be down the roots.

I ain'’t never dug there.

Well, you can'’t dig
at night!

Why, sure I can.
The moon'’s bright.

Don'’t wait up.
I'’m gonna be home

with an armful of gold.

Don'’t say it.I reckon
there'’s no need to.

A jackass usually
knows he'’s a jackass.

Now, you go get some sleep,

I'’ll take care
of your horse.

Well, maybe
for just an hour or two.

If it ain'’t gold,
it'’s women.

If it ain'’t women,
it'’s gold.

Well, I'’ll tell you, horse,

that man ain'’t got no sense
about neither.

My dear, you are simply
ravishing today.

I can hardly wait to see
you enter into your first ball.

Why, you are going to take
that New Orleans society

by storm.

New Orleans?

What would I be doing
in New Orleans?

Well, you'’ll be there
as Mrs. Harold Graves, III.

You'’ll be charming
all the right people,

helping your husband to rise
higher and higher,

and blinding the eye
of every man with your beauty

as you ride
through the park.

You mean,
my very own buggy?

Why, of course
your very own buggy

with a manservant
to drive you.

Oh, Harold, you make
it all sound so wonderful.

I haven'’t even started yet,
darling.

You just say yes,
and there'’s many, many things

I want to do for you.

I don'’t know, Harold.

Even with your promotion,
you won'’t be able to--

Well, that'’s only
the beginning.

With you by my side, Sarah,

in a year I can be
Vice President,

and then we can have
everything that we ever--

So you'’re still here?

Obviously, my dear fellow,
and why not?

Because Sarah'’s my girl.
That'’s why.

And I don'’t want
you hangin'’ around her.

Now, just a minute,
Jess Ivy.

I'’ve told you Mr. Graves
is our guest.

Excuse me.

It'’s time for my rest,

and I'’m sure you want
to discuss this in private.

I'’m sorry, Sarah,
but what do you expect

when I ride up and find
him huggin'’ you

right out here
in the front yard?

Well, he wasn'’t
hugging me,

and what if he was?

I'’m not your
wife yet, Jess,

and I like Harold.

Harold?

You can'’t really be interested
in a man like that, Sarah.

And why not?

At least he offers me something
more than a silly dream

about a treasure.

But-- but we love
each other.

Isn'’t that what we've
always--

I think you'’d better go,Jess.

We can talk about it later.

[ sighs ]

It'’s not a silly dream,
Sarah.

I'’m gonna find that treasure.
You'’ll see.

And then I'’ll offer you
100 times

what that drummer can.

Give me one of them nails.Hm?

Oh.

Well, that'’s a funny lookin'nail.

What? Oh, sorry.

You know,
I'’ve been thinkin'

that maybe I'’ve been diggin'
too far away.

I'’ve got a feelin'
that gold is real close

to the Mezcla man.

You'’ve got a feelin'.

Maybe under his arms

or even right next to him.

Jess, why don'’t you go on
out there and dig and see?

You mean now?

Yeah.

You ain'’t no good
around here.

This job'’s just about finished,
then I'’ll go with you.

You mean, you'’ll help me?

I figure I have to.

There ain'’t no other way
you gonna get that gal

less'’n you find the gold.

Yeah, but you don'’t even
like Sarah.

Well, what'’s that got to do
with it?

You do, and you'’re my partner,
ain'’t you?

Now, let'’s go and dig.

Hannibal,

we'’re gettin' close to it,
real close.

Yeah...

I tell you, we are.

Well, I can
just almost--Let me guess.

You can feel it.

Well, you go ahead
and laugh,

but I do, I can feel it
just as plain as a--

it'’s kind of a--
a tinglin'’ in my bones.

Don'’t you feel that?

Nary a tingle, boy.

The only thing I feel
is a lot of new aches.

Oh, I'’m sorry, Hannibal.

Why don'’t you stop
and take a rest?

I keep forgettin'’
you'’re old, and--Who'’s old?

Blasted, I can keep up
with you any day of the week!

Well, sure you can--Now, I'’m not a day over 50,

and maybe less than that.
I'’m barely in my prime.

I know it.

Why'’d I'd have guessed--
uh, 40.

Well, you--
you needn'’t lie about it.

I do admit,
I don'’t recollect exactly
when I was foaled.

Well, it don'’t matter,
Hannibal.

You'’re still plenty man
and I know it.

Well, you better know it.

You know,
it is gettin'’ late,

and it'’s time
you went home,

and started throwin'’
us together some grub.

Unless, of course, you want
me to do the cookin'’ tonight.

No, thank you.

I'’ve tasted your cookin'.

I'’m goin'.

Well, old boy,
you'’ve got me beat.

You know that?

For two years,
I'’ve been slavin' out here,

tryin'’ to figure you out,

and I ain'’t found
one thin dime.

Not a penny.

Now I'’m about to lose
my girl...

and you just stand there
laughin'’ at me.

And you are, too.
Aren'’t you?

You'’re laughing at me.

Why, Hannibal was right.

You ain'’t nothin'
but a big fake!

You'’re just a big liar.

You'’re nothin' but a fat,
stinkin'’ liar,

and you ain'’t gonna laugh
at me no more!

No, no more!

Sarah--

I'’ve found it, Sarah.

Sarah, are you sure
this is what you want?

Oh, I'’m sure.

Well, what am I gonna
tell Jess?

Well, I don'’t know, tell him
anything you can think of.

Well, never mind,
you can tell him yourself.

Sarah, I just--Jess, I'’m so glad you came
before we left.

Left?

Yes.

Harold and I are going
to be married.

I'’m gonna live in New Orleans
in a big house

with lots of servants
and my own buggy

and everything.

Isn'’t it wonderful?

Yeah, of course.

It'’s funny, I thought--

you know, all this time
I thought you were--

Jess, let'’s not remember

a lot of silly talk
from the past.

You'’re right, Sarah,
there'’s no point in that.

I reckon the only thing
left for me to say is, uh--

congratulations.

Oh, and uh--

let me give you all
a little wedding present.

I say now,
that'’s not necessary.

Oh, no, I insist.

What?

What--

Jess!

Jess, you'’ve found it!

I sure did.

Happy day, Sarah,

and I'’m glad
you got what you wanted.

But, Jess--

Wait! I--That'’s enough, Sarah,
forget him!

Oh, shut up!

I'’m sorry, Jess.

Mr. Ewing,
don'’t be sorry,

not for me.

Though the mystery
was finally solved,

and the Mezcla man himself
turned out to be,

not only a liar,

but a kind
of overgrown piggy-bank,

and one of the strangest
treasure stories

of our frontier West.