All language subtitles for The Californians s02e08 Hangtown.eng

- [Matt] The 49ers were
not the first Americans

to come to California, many
others had preceded them.

Some had inter-married with
the Mexicans they found there.

The Spanish word for their
offspring was mestizos,

but to the rough,
tough gold-seekers

their offspring were called
half-breeds, a term of contempt.

(gun shot fires)

(tense dramatic music)

- [Townsman] What happened?

- [Offender] He called
me a half-breed.

- [Townsman] He had it coming.

- [Matt] Another
half-breed was Abe Sanchez,

stage driver, Abe
was a friend of mine

and I was glad to have the
chance of driving his coach

for awhile on the return
trip from Monterrey.

- Come on.

(engaging action music)

(gun shot fires)

(tense dramatic music)

(horse gallops)

(gun shots fire)

- Matt, my father, Stuart
Sanchez, give him this.

Hangtown, El Dorado County.

Thanks Matt for everything.

(engaging dramatic music)

* California, California

- [Announcer] "The
Californians."

* I've come to live
where life is best *

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it rich
in California, California *

(mournful music)

- Looking for something?

- Yes, a hotel.

- This here's a hotel.

- Your hotel?

- Did he say it was?

This here is Biggo Jessup.

I'm Wes Neeley.

- Howdy.

- You never heard
those names before?

- Can't say as I have.

- Then he ain't been in the
gold fields long has he, Wes?

- How bout the
name, Reed Bullard?

Maybe you're looking for him?

- I'm looking for a
bed and a washbowl.

- Hold it, Biggo.

He had a badge.

- Yeah, yeah, maybe
we oughta ride out

to the mine and
tell Mr. Bullard.

A man wearing a badge comes
to town he oughta know, Wes.

- He'll know about it as soon
as he signs the register.

- Oh yeah, and then
we'll know his name.

- Yeah, then we'll tell Bullard.

- Yeah.

(dark dramatic music)

(door knocks)

- Come in.

You're just in time.

Thank you very much.

What's the matter?

- People around here,
don't say thanks.

- Why not?

- My name is Florita Bowen.

- Glad to know you, Miss Bowen.

Will you get me a
shirt out of that bag?

Florita, that's a very
pretty Spanish name.

- My mother was Mexican.

- Florita, little flower.

- You speak Spanish?

- (speaks foreign language)

I have Spanish friends
in San Francisco.

- You better tell them to stay
out of Hangtown, Mr. Wayne.

- You know my name.

- By now it's all over town.

You wrote it in the register.

I heard Wes Neeley read it out.

- Wes Neeley, yes I ran
into him when I arrived.

Who is he?

- He works for Mr. Bullard.

- Who is Mr. Bullard?

- He owns this
hotel, and the store,

and a big mine south of town.

- You lived here long?

- I was born here, near here.

My mother and father died
last year of the fever.

- You had it too didn't you?

Your hair.

- It's growing out.

- It always grows in prettier.

Florita, do you
know where I could

find a man named Stuart Sanchez,

lives here, married
to an American woman?

What's the matter.

- Please, Mr. Wayne, I
have to clean the lobby.

(engaging dramatic music)

- Howdy, what have
we got to eat?

- Nothing, we don't
serve no meals here.

- Looks as though somebody
had something to eat.

- I did.

- Oh, I guess it'd be foolish

of me to ask if you had
like water, wouldn't it?

- Yeah, it would.

- That's what I thought.

Well, then I'll have
something stronger.

That is a bar, isn't it?

(drink pours)

Thank you.

Well, how's the mining?

- Hello, Elmer.

- How do I find a man
named Stuart Sanchez?

- I don't know,
now it's my turn.

- Shoot.

- Where are you from?

How long are you gonna be here?

- Two or three days and
I'm from San Francisco.

- This half-breed
you're looking for,

what happens when you find him?

- I won't know til I find him.

- What happens if you don't?

- Why wouldn't I find him?

- Folks around here don't
like strangers go poking

their nose in places where
it don't concern them.

Ain't that right, Elmer?

- I haven't any more
questions, do you?

- Hey, Elmer, you're a
poor excuse of a barkeep,

letting dirt fall in
this gentleman's glass.

(suspenseful music)

Ain't you gonna buy another?

(Biggo laughs maniacally)

(suspenseful music)

- Are you the
Sheriff of Hangtown.

- I wear the badge.

- Well, so do I.

I'm sorry, Sheriff,
there's something

about your town I
don't understand.

I'm Matt Wayne, Marshal
of San Francisco.

- Glad to know you.

- I wonder if you could give
me a little information.

- About what?

- Well, a man named
Stuart Sanchez,

any idea where I can find him?

- Oh, Stu Sanchez,
why he moved away.

- When.

- Oh, six, seven months ago.

- Any idea where he moved to?

- No, I don't, he moved
when all of 'em moved.

- All of them?

- Yeah, all those Mexicans
and half-breeds was run out

of town by the Law
and Order Committee.

- Were they miners,
these Mexicans?

- Some of 'em.

- Who go their claims.

- Well, Americans, of course.

Some of the claims
wasn't even registered.

Them that was, was illegal.

- Yeah, of course.

- Well, what's a matter?

They're foreigners ain't they?

This ain't the only
town it happened in.

California's a part of
America now ain't it?

- That's right mister and
they're as American as we are.

They were born here.

Anyway, Sheriff,
maybe you can tell me

where Sanchez used to live?

- Now what good would that do?

There's nobody there now.

- I wanna ride out
and have a look.

- Well, it's just
an empty shack.

- Where is it, Sheriff?

- I see you're dead-set
on knowing ain't ya?

Well, he had a little
claim out south of town.

- Claim, who's working it?

- Well, nobody, his claim
wasn't worth a nickel.

- Are you gonna
tell me where it is?

- All right, if you're
dead-set on knowing, again,

I'll tell you that it's about
three miles south of town.

- Thanks.

- And Mr. Wayne,
there's some folks

that wouldn't like you
nosing around out there.

- Who for instance,
Reed Bullard?

- You know him?

- I aim to.

- Well, watch your step will ya,

'cause he owns mighty
near this whole town.

- Does he own you too, Sheriff?

- Mr. Wayne, I was elected
to this office not appointed,

now if you don't like
Hangtown you get out,

because nobody asked
you to come here.

- That's where you're wrong.

Somebody did ask
me to come here.

(suspenseful music)

(tense dramatic music)

- Wes, take the horses up.

Marshal Wayne, my
name's Reed Bullard.

I think I owe you an apology.

- How so, Mr. Bullard?

- I'm Head of the Law
and Order Committee here.

That means I've got enemies.

A couple of my men took a notion
that you were one of them.

- Your men are mistaken.

- That's what I told them.

Still, you have been
acting sort of mysterious.

- Nothing mysterious about it.

I'm looking for a man
named Stuart Sanchez.

- Old Stu Sanchez
the half-breed?

- You know him then?

- Oh, everybody knew him.

He used to have a claim
out near one of mine.

I was kind of sorry
to see him go.

You may have heard, we
cleaned out all the Mexicans.

- What about the
girl in the hotel?

- Someone has to
keep the place clean.

- You wouldn't have any idea
where Sanchez went, would you?

- No, I'm afraid you've wasted
a long, hard ride, Marshal.

- Thank you, Mr. Bullard.

- Now, you surprise me, Marshal.

- How so?

- You're a man with
a big reputation.

Here you are kicking up a fuss

about a no-good half-breed, why?

- All I'm kicking up so
far is a lot of dust.

- You need a drink?

- Thanks, but I'm on my way
out to old Sanchez's place.

- You're wasting
your time, Marshal.

- I'll have a look
around anyway.

(horse gallops)

- Wes!

- Want him took care
of, Mr. Bullard?

- No, where's Sheriff Yotts?

- In his office.

- What did he ask you?

- He asked me where
Stu Sanchez was.

What did you tell him?

- Well, what could-

- You told him where Stu lived.

- Well I had to,
he's a US Marshal.

- Now listen, Yotts,
this is my town.

I've got my money invested here

and it's your job to protect it.

- If you want him took
care of, Mr. Bullard-

- I told you no!

I'm a mine owner
and a businessman.

I don't want any killings.

Some things you don't
settle with guns.

Biggo?

- Yeah, Mr. Bullard.

- You take care of him as soon

as he comes back from
Stu Sanchez's place.

Use those big hands
of yours on his eyes.

Get him out of Hangtown,
you know what I mean?

You can do it, Biggo.

(dark dramatic music)

(engaging music)

- Howdy.

How do you do?

Florita, what's the matter
with Hangtown besides its name?

- The people,
they're full of hate.

Why do you think I stay
in this terrible town?

- Why do you?

- I have a debt to pay off.

Biggo Jessup is waiting for you.

- Me, why?

- They don't want you to know,
Mr. Wayne, about Stu Sanchez.

- I just came from
Sanchez's place.

He must've left there
a long time ago.

Probably with the
other Mexicans?

- What's wrong with being
a Mexican or a half-breed.

Why should you
deny what you are?

- You shouldn't,
you should be proud.

- I was, before Reed Bullard.

- What did he do?

- He was kind to me
when my parents died.

- And?

- Sanchez didn't do
him any harm, nothing.

He was a nice old man,
he wouldn't hurt anyone.

He didn't move away from here.

Mr. Wayne, he was shot.

- Shot?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

- Wes Neeley told me about
it once when he was drunk.

He said Reed Bullard had
gone out there one night

full of hate and
whiskey and killed him.

- Sure, to get his claim.

- His claim?

- His diggings, his gold mine.

- Sanchez wasn't a
miner, he raised goats.

- Well, why would
Bullard wanna kill him?

- He hates Mexicans.

- A lot of men hate other men

but they don't shoot
'em down in cold blood.

Why would Bullard single out
a goat-herd like Sanchez?

- I don't know.

- Sanchez didn't leave
town with the others?

- Oh no, he was
killed before that,

three or four days before.

I even know where he's buried.

- Will you take me out there?

- Yes, I hate this town.

- Why don't you leave,
there other towns?

California's a big state.

- For a half-breed?

Mexicans try to live
by American law.

Here it's Reed Bullard's law.

This used to be a nice town,
now it's like it has the fever.

It's changed.

- Maybe the town will
change, it could.

- Not til it gets
rid of Reed Bullard,

until then, (speaks
foreign language)

- (speaks foreign language)

Finished?

- Finished.

Make love to me, pretend.

- Why?

- Biggo Jessup is watching.

Let him think we're making love.

He's still there.

- Don't you worry about Jessup.

You better get
back to your work.

- If you have to fight him,
be careful of your eyes.

- Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

- Got your eye on
that breed gal, huh?

- Right pretty girl.

- Did she tell ya she's my gal?

- Couldn't be, she
has better taste.

- Wayne.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

(punch thuds)

(bottles shatter)

(intense action music)

(door shatters)

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

(water splashes)

(engaging dramatic music)

- Where did you take him?

- Doc Emmerts.

He'd have likely drowned.

He sure was beat up.

- When Doc gets him patched
up tell him he's through.

- Biggo?

- Biggo.

- You're firing him?

- I'm accepting his
resignation, any objections?

- Biggo and me, been
together a long time.

- [Reed] And you'd like
to keep it that way?

- Maybe we would after that
Marshal is took care of.

- No, Wes, I don't
want him took care of.

- Biggo and me, we come
from Missouri together.

- What are you trying to
do, earn a reputation?

- His Papi's farm was
right next to ours.

- Wanna go down in
history as the man

who killed Matt
Wayne, is that it?

- I ain't interested
in the history part.

- Wes.

(gun shot fires)

Go get a horse and keep going.

- Bullard, you've gone too far.

- Shut up, Meyer, I
know what I'm doing.

Wayne's too important to
kill him and we'll have

US Marshal's investigating
digging into things here.

- Well, Wayne's already
digging and you know something?

I hope he digs deep enough.

- For what?

- To find you.

(mournful music)

- Who buried him?

You did, didn't you?

- Somebody had to.

(engaging dramatic music)

(horse gallops)

- It's Bullard, try
to get him to talk.

I'll be in the
background, don't worry.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

- You're lying.

(hand slaps)

Where is he?

I've killed others,
I'll kill you.

- Take your hands off her.

- Marshal, I've been
wanting to see you.

- Well, here I am.

- Wayne, you look to
me to be a smart man.

- I try to be.

- Smart men like money,
how's 500 in gold?

- What do I have
to do to earn it?

- Very easy, go home,
forget about Stu Sanchez.

- I'm afraid I'm not that smart.

- 1,000.

2,000.

Some of your gambling
I've heard of.

You're not above
taking easy money.

- When I gamble, the
other fellow has a chance.

- What does that mean?

- Did Stu Sanchez have a
chance when you killed him?

We've just been to his
grave where you dropped him.

Would you like to see it?

- Marshal, I ain't
never dropped anybody.

Drop the belt, Marshal.

You should have taken
that offer, you know.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

- Why did you kill
Sanchez, Bullard?

It wasn't his land, there
was no gold on that.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

Too rich to want his goats,
what was it, Bullard?

(punch thuds)

There, there's your one-man
law, Florita, look at him.

My guess is he's through running

this town as his private estate.

- (speaking in foreign language)

- (speaking in foreign language)

- You speak Spanish
like a native.

Could it be you're a Mexican?

- I'm as much
American as you are?

- Could it be you're a
Mexican, a half-breed?

- American.

- If you are it's
nothing to be ashamed of.

- I'm not.

- You are, you
are ashamed of it.

- No.

- [Wayne] Come on
Bullard, admit it.

- My mother was, not another
living soul knows it.

Tried to run me out
like all the rest.

- But Stu Sanchez knew
it and his son Abe too,

so you had to kill both
of them, isn't that it?

- Reed Bullard, I'd
like to kill you.

- Shoot me and get it over with.

- No, shooting is
too good for you.

I want to see you
hang, a man who would

murder to deny his own blood.

- You're a fool, Bullard.

You're as American as we are.

(engaging dramatic music)

- Well Matt, I think this
town's gonna be all right now.

- I'm sure it is, Sheriff.

- Good luck.

- You too.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.

- Florita, I was coming
in to say goodbye to you.

I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to have this.

- What is it?

- Sanchez's savings, $200, I
came here to give it to Stu.

- I can't take it.

- All right, then spend it.

Buy a gravestone for Stu.

Have them carve something
nice on it in Spanish.

(Spanish guitar plays)

(engaging dramatic music)

* California

* Oh, I traveled here,
I've traveled there *

* I guess I've been
most everywhere *

* But I like where I am today

* And here is where I'll stay

* Now just one thing
I can't endure *

* Is being broke
and being poor *

* So I come west
to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

* I've come to
California, California *

* There's gold in them
there hills in California *

* I've come to live
where life is best *

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it
rich in California *

* California, California

* There's gold in them
there hills in California *

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