All language subtitles for S18E16.The Biggest Little Post Office in the World.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

...where Western history
comes alive.

Stories of the Old West

are stories of hardships
and adventure,

of dreams and of courage.

Stories of the American pioneer

are all a part of our past,
our heritage.

The Old West had more than
its share of great salesmen.

Some made their money
selling cattle,

others selling land,

and, still,
others selling stocks
in gold and silver mines.

But then
in Shermantown, Nevada,

was a man named Jack Reardon,
who ran...

Oh, welcome
to Shermantown, mister.

Can I do somethingfor you?

My name'’s Hull.
Wesley Hull.

I'’m looking
for a Jack Reardon.

Do you happen to know him?

Might.

Oh, my name'’s Blanchard.
I'’m the mayor here.

Oh. How do you do,
Mayor Blanchard?Uh, when I'’m on duty.

Right now I'’m off duty.

Uh, his pleasure.

Oh, will you join me, sir?

No, thank you.

I never drink
during business hours.

Just what is your business,
Mr. Hull?

I'’m, uh,
with the government.

Is Jack in
some kind of trouble?

What do you know about him?

Plenty.
[ clears throat ]

[ clears throat ]

Uh...
[ clears throat ]

Uh, make that
a double, Harry.

Well, sir, uh,
[ clears throat ]

Jack Reardon runs
the post office here.

I know that. Go on.

Well, he'’s about
the nicest fella
you'’d ever wanna meet.

Is that all? That'’s all.

He'’s just down the street.
Why don'’t you see for yourself?

I intend to.Oh, and, Mr. Hull,

you won'’t find nobody
in this town

that'’ll poor-mouth
Jack Reardon.

Really?

We'’ll see about that.

[ door opens, closes ]

[ Irish accent ]
Oh, come in. Come in.

And welcome to
the biggest little post office
in the world.

[ chuckles ]

You Mr. Reardon?Aye.

Take a look at that.

Oh.

Well.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Hull.

And you must be bone weary
after such a long ride.

Clara, would you fix
another glass of lemonade,
please?

We got a visitor.

Maybe you don'’t understand,
Mr. Reardon.

I am the, uh,
postal inspector.

I have traveled
hundreds of miles
to investigate you.

Oh, but I understand perfectly,
Mr. Hull.

But I also remember
a saying from me youth--

that you keep
a clear conscience,

uh, you got
not nothing to fear.

Oh, Clara, this is Mr. Hull
from the post office department.

Come to see
how we run the post office.

This is me missus Clara.Ma'’am.

I'’m sure you won't find
anything wrong, Mr. Hull.

We'’re very successful.

Or perhaps too successful.

Uh, no, thank you.
No lemonade.

Now, I'’ve, uh, traveled
a great distance
on important business,

and I would, uh,
like to get down to it.

In that case,
I'’ll just leave you men alone.Aye.

I do hope you'’ll take
your meals with us, Mr. Hull.

The food at the hotel
is impossible.

No, thank you.
No meals for me.

I'’ll talk him into
having dinner with us, Clara.

Now you run along, girl.

HULL: I don'’t know what
your game is, Reardon.

But let me tell you this:

no amount of Irish charm
is gonna keep me
from exposing you.

I'’m afraid I don't understand.

Exposing me? For what?

Selling stamps.

Huh. Well, isn'’t that
one of the functions
of the post office,

to sell stamps?It is.

Well, then, what seems
to be the problem?

Five years ago,
when this town struck it rich,

you had a population of 5,000,

and the post office sold $1,500
worth of stamps each month.

Aye.

Now your population
is only 300,

but the post office still sells

$1,500 worth
of stamps each month.

Now, isn'’t that surprising?

Well, I guess the folks
that stayed behind

are just natural-born
letter-writers.

That doesn'’t explain it.

Well, and then you got
the cowboys that come
riding into town.

Don'’t forget them.To buy stamps?

But some of them do.

And then folks come
from miles around
to buy stamps from me.

Why? All stamps
are the same.

Well, I don'’t know.
[ chuckles ]

But I always give them
a friendly "hello"
and a smile, and--

Well, I guess you could just say
that it'’s personality.

I mean, after all,
I could be mayor of the town
if I chose.

But it'’s not as profitable
as running the post office,
is it?

I suppose you don'’t even know
that your salary
of $2,000 a year

is directly related
to the volume of stamps
that you sell.

Is that a fact?

It is.

Now, I don'’t know
how you'’re making big money

out of the post office,
but I'’m gonna find out.

Well, I just do me job
awfully well.

I suppose you know
that I have the right

to demand to see
your post office account book.

I don'’t suppose
that you keep one.
Therefore, I--

Oh, but I do.
But I do.

I'’ve got it right here.Ha!

This isthe post office account book
that you keep hidden away.

Well, I'’m gonna take it
to my room for safekeeping.

And...

don'’t try to leave town.

Couldn'’t do that.

I mean,
I got me general store to run,
as well as the post office.

Doesn'’t look too busy to me.

Where are all the cowboys
hungry for stamps?

[ door closes ]

Aye.

I'’d almost forgotten
about this spot up here.

Then I happened to remember
it'’s your favorite place
for setting me straight.

What have you got
on your mind, girl?

What'’s gonna happen
to us, Jack?

[ chuckles ]
Nothing'’s gonna happen to us.

I haven'’t done
anything wrong.

Jack, you studied law.

You have a way
of interpreting it.

And you could be a great lawyer
in San Francisco.

There are all kinds
of opportunities.

Aye.

I'’d like to practice law,
all right.

But what?

Well, we'’re doing fine
right here.

I don'’t know if a wife
is supposed to talk
to her husband this way, Jack,

but I only know
of one way to be--

that'’s honest.

All right.
Then be honest with me, girl.

You know I love you
and want the best for you.

Well, in San Francisco
you could do important things.

I believe in you, Jack,

and I don'’t like
to see you waste yourself
in a little ghost town.

There. I said it.

Aye.

You said it, all right.

Now, suppose that
there'’s even the possibility

that you could be right?

Then we can sell
the general store
to Frank Burke.

He even wrote me a letter
to see if I can get you
to give him easy terms.

Aye.

I can make him the terms
that he wants, all right.
That'’s no problem.

Then when can we leave, Jack?

As soon as I can convince him
that he'’s got no case
against me at all, at all.

And if you can'’t
convince him?

I'’ll convince him,
all right.

Don'’t you worry
about that, girl.

If you don'’t say
that this is the best cake

that you ever
set your lip to,

then you just don'’t know
what'’s good.

I don'’t want
a slice of cake,
Mr. Reardon.

A slice of cake?
The whole cake is yours.

Baked special for you
by me missus.

Mr. Reardon,
you'’re driving me crazy.

All you do all day long
is talk to people
and offer me things.

Now, I don'’t want
a slice of cake.

All I wanna do
is to sit here quietly
and go over this book.

Aah. You'’re just
out of sorts, Wesley.

Why don'’t you take the book
back up to your room,

where you can study it
in peace and quiet?

Oh, no. I'’m going
to stay right here,

because I'’m checking up
to see how many stamps
you sell in one day.

Now, so far today,
you'’ve spoken to 12 people,

and you haven'’t sold
one stamp.

Well, it'’s just, uh--

just one of those days,
you know.

Yeah.

JACK:
Ah, Teddy, good day to ya!

Ah.

What can I do for ya?

Well, I'’ll take
a shot of bacon,

sack of salt, and, uh,

$50 worth of stamps.

Here'’s your salt,
and I'’ll drop the bacon
off to ya later.

Oh, all right.And $50 worth of stamps.

Your regular order, huh?

Uh-huh. Had any rain out your way?

Oh, a little here,
a little there.
How about yourself?

Been a little dry in town.Uh-huh.

Teddy here is one of
me best customers.

Can I ask you a question?

Maybe.

Uh, what are you gonna do
with all those stamps?

Gonna stick '’em on letters.

[ chuckles ]
Give me regards to the missus.

I will. Good-bye. [ door opens ]

Cake? [ door closes ]

[ mutters ]

I'’d like a horseshoe
and $25 worth of stamps.

Yes, sir.

Pleasure to serve you, Hank.

Just a second.

What do you do
with all those stamps?

Eat '’em.

Eat '’em?

[ laughing ]
Haven'’t you got
any sense of humor?

I don'’t understand.

It'’s another way of saying,
"Mind your own business,mister."

There'’s something strange
going on around here.

I'’m gonna find out what it is
if I have to check
every person in this town.

[ door slams ]

I-- I want to know
about the way he runs
that store of his.

Uh...
[ clears throat ]

A double, Harry.

Double.

Well?

Well, sir, there is
something to be learned

about what he'’s doing
down there.

And? Yes?

He'’s very shrewd
in all of his dealings.

All right. He'’s, uh--
He'’s shrewd. What else?

Jack Reardon'’s as honest
as the day is long.

[ inhales, clears throat ]

What about the way
Reardon treats his wife?

Oh, I could tell you a story.

What a story.

Tell me.

What about his wife?

Whiskey?Uh, double.

Well?

[ whiskey pouring ]

What about his wife?

Does he beat her?

Beat her?

Yeah.

[ chuckles ]
Jack Reardon
wouldn'’t hurt a fly.

Especially his wife.
He loves Clara.

Once a year,
he lets her go to Boston

to visit with her folks
for a couple of months.

[ stammers, chuckles ]

I wanna hear something bad
about Reardon.

That'’s a tall order, mister.

A tall order.

You know, there'’s--
there'’s something else
I don'’t understand.

What'’s that?

Well, two fellas came into
the post office this morning
and bought more stamps

than I'’ve ever seen
anyone else buy.

Maybe you know who they a--
Yeah.

Teddy Sparks
and Hank Sterns.

Now, Teddy bought
$50 worth of stamps,

and Hank bought $25 worth.

[ laughing ]

Teddy and Hank
bought all those stamps?

Yeah. They said they were
gonna put them on letters.

Teddy and Hank
bought all those stamps--

$75 worth-- for letters?

What'’s the joke?

Neither one of them can write!

[ laughing continues ]

[ chattering ]

Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

Gentlemen. Thank you.

[ all laughing ]

Do you know that everybody
in town is laughing at me?

Your husband thinks
he'’s made a fool of me,

but he'’s got a surprise
coming to him.

You can tell him that
I'’m thinking of having him
taken into custody later today.

For doing what?

Well, I can'’t say just now,

but it doesn'’t
look good for him.

He has the kind of a background
that, uh, juries
just don'’t like.

I don'’t understand.

He gambles and drinks
and gets into fights sometimes.

I swear to you he has
never done anything wrong.

How would you know,

away each year
for a couple of months
in Boston?

Are you saying
that Jack got into trouble
when I was away?

Oh, no, I didn'’t say that.

But what I'’m trying to say
is that if your husband
is smart, he'’ll confess.

It'’ll go a lot easier
for him.

Good day, Mrs. Reardon.

[ gunshots ]

Jack, I'’ve gotta
speak to you.

What'’s got you
so upset, girl?I'’m so frightened.

Hull said he'’s thinking
of taking you
into custody today.

Oh, he did, did he?
And on what charge?

He wouldn'’t say.

Well, then,
I'’d say he was bluffing.

You didn'’t get into trouble
with the law when I was away,
did you?

That what he'’s saying, is it?

Well, you do gamble and drink
and sometimes get into fights.

Aye, that I do.

Hull is so angry
he may do anything.

Maybe if you got
very serious with him
and didn'’t joke anymore,

he wouldn'’t be so angry.

No, girl.
That would be a mistake.

Then he'’d be sure that I
was trying to hide something.

The best way
is just to be meself.

You understand?

However, I might just teach
Mr. Wesley Hull a lesson

for scaring you so.

Hold it, Reardon.

Good day, Wesley.

Where do you think
you'’re going?

Me and Clara are just
going on a picnic.
Won'’t you join us?

I think you'’re taking
some evidence out of
the post office to burn it.

[ sighs ]Let me see
what'’s in that bag.

[ chuckles ]

All right.
Pull back that cover.

All right.

How do I know
you'’re coming back?

You don'’t.

So why don'’t you join us,
like I asked you to?

No.Aw, come on.

[ snaps fingers ]All right.

Thank you.

All set?

Why don'’t you confess?

Yeah, I would,

if I'’d done anything wrong
to confess for.

For no other reason
but for your sake.Aah!

Please eat something.
I'’m worried about you.

Well, uh,
I'’ll have a little piece
of chicken, thank you.

And a little glass of wine.

All right.
And a little glass of wine.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Oh, let me see that.

It'’s imported from Spain.

It must be
pretty expensive.

Aye, it is.

But occasionally,
I do well at me gambling.

Ah? But not as well as you do
at the post office, huh?

[ sighs ]

You worry too much, Wesley.

Perhaps a little game of cards
would relax you.

You'’re sitting there like a man
that'’s about to be arrested.

No, no, no, thank you.
You'’d like to take my money,
wouldn'’t you?

I'’ll make you
a sporting proposition.No, no, no.

Thank you very much.
All the odds
would be in your favor.

Suppose I put them
in your favor?

As a matter of fact,
suppose I put them
in your favor at 52-to-1?

And I'’ll bet you
that you can take the deck,
draw a card out,

and for one silver dollar,
I'’ll tell you
the name of the card.

I think you'’d be a fool
to make a bet like that.

Nevertheless, I'’m offering it.

Let me see those cards.

You'’ll find them
honest enough, all right.

Will I?

Is the bet still on?

It'’s on.

All right.

Call the card.

Ace of spades.

Nine of diamonds.
You lose.

[ laughs ]
Pay up. Pay up.

All right.
There'’s your dollar.

That was a pretty foolish bet
on your part.

Maybe.

Do you always drink
and gamble on the job, Wes?

I get it now.

You'’re gonna
spread the story

that I drink
and gamble on the job.

Nope.
I don'’t think I will.

Well, then,
why did you get me

to drink and gamble?

Just to show you
that sometimes things

aren'’t always the way
that they seem.

What I mean to say is,

that you shouldn'’t
try to prove that I'’m guilty

if you found out that
I'’ve done something wrong.

Little more wine, Wesley?

Yes. Why not?

Wait, Wesley.What?

Did you forget something?What'’s that?

The post office account book.Oh, no, you keep it.

I can'’t use it.
You see, I can'’t prove that
you'’re doing anything wrong.

[ chuckling ]Of course, it doesn'’t make
any sense

that you'’re able to sell
$1,500 worth of stamps

each month

in a community
of 300 illiterates.

Oh, I wouldn'’t say
they were all illiterates.

Half of them can write.

You know...
[ clears throat ]

I might just come back
to investigate you again

when you least expect me.

And I might
just not be here.

I might be in San Francisco
practicing law.

I find I got
a real gift for it.
[ laughs ]

Good luck.Oh, same to ya.

Hup! Bye.

JACK:
Good day.Hup!

Frank Burke sent word
that he wants to see you
right away.

I understand
he'’s angry with you.

Oh, he is, is he?

I'’ll tell you,
don'’t you worry
about it, Clara.

Matter of fact, run in
and start packing your bags.

I'’m gonna go
sell him a store,

and then-- then we'’re going
to San Francisco.

Mm.

Frank?Yeah?

Clara says
you'’re upset with me.
What'’s troubling ya?

You put me in
a bad position, Jack.

Well, I got
some good news for ya.

Now, now, just wait.
You let me speak now.

Jack, every month,
you have been paying me

for the supplies
that I deliver to your store
with stamps, right?

Aye.Every month,

it'’s getting harder
to get rid of those stamps.

I'’ve been using the stamps
that I get from you

to supply the needs
of my company

and every company
on my route,

and I still can'’t dispose

of $1,500
worth of stamps a month.

Aye, but that'’s
the salesmanship of it.

You bring me $1,450
worth of supplies, right?

I give you $1,500
worth of stamps.

You sell the stamps
along your route.

I sell the supplies in me store,
put the money
in the post office.

You make an extra $50,

and I get a raise in salary
from the post office department.

I don'’t know.

In the beginning,
I was doing people a favor

supplying them with stamps.

Then I just got to be a pest.[ chuckles ]

It'’ll not be necessary for you
to sell stamps anymore, Frank.

No?

No.
[ chuckles ]

I'’ll be moving
to San Francisco now.

And if you'’re still interested,
the store'’s all yours.

Well, Jack, you know
I wanna get off the road
and settle down.

But, uh,
how much do you want?

The way I figure it,

first I'’ll take
your good team of horses here...

and then--

then you pay me
for the supplies
that are in me store,

and she'’s all yours.

Well, I'’ll bring the team around
first thing in the morning.

Uh, how much do you figure
you got on hand
in the way of supplies?

I'’d say enough to last
for maybe 30 days.

That'’d be, uh,

about, uh, $1,500 worth?

Aye. Roughly, I'’d say.

Can I pay you in stamps?

[ chuckling ]

All right.
You got a deal.

Hey, Clara!
[ chuckling ]

The rest of his life,
Jack Reardon avoided
those technicalities

which might bring him under
the suspicion of the law.

As a matter of fact,
he became a successful lawyer

and a staunch upholder
of the law.