All language subtitles for The Big Valley - 01x18 - A Time to Kill.EN

Have you forgotten
the party of the second part?

In there?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Mr. Barkley's in conference.

- I'll tell him you're here-
- Here. You just give him this.

Drop that on his desk,
and you won't have to say a thing.

Go on.
I'll take full responsibility.

Well, well, well.
So you finally got here.

- You didn't have any trouble finding the place?
- No, I didn't have any.

- Sure it didn't inconvenience you?
- No, not a bit.

- Just passing through, no doubt.
- I'm here at your invitation, Jarrod.

Brett, you wild
and wandering maverick!

What do you got to say for yourself?
Why didn't you let me know you were coming?

What? And miss a welcome like this?

You haven't changed a bit.

Now that you're here, what are your plans?
Just passing through or do you plan to stay?

Well, if I stay,
can I make a place for myself?

In this valley? Believe me,
it's crying for men like you.

It's your oyster.

Unum ad finem.

I've got some work to take care of.
It won't take a minute.

I'll meet you at the hotel. We'll ride out
to the house. You'll stay with us.

- I don't-
- Objection's overruled.

- Good to have you here, Brett.
- Thank you, counselor.

Monroe was right. It's Schuyler.

Get word to him.

Then it was right after that that I painted
the zebra stripes on Professor Hamilton's mare.

Wait a minute.
I painted the stripes on the mare.

- You put the liniment in his bathwater.
- Oh, that's right.

How did you two ever graduate?

They just broke into an office
and stole two diplomas.

Oh, no, no.
It wasn't all fun and games.

It might have been for Brett here.
He was kind of the brilliant type.

- Just breezed through.
- I've often wondered why you never went into law.

Well, I couldn't see myself
clerking for a firm...

that might make me
a junior partner in 20 years...

so I traded the little my father left me
for experience.

Equal parts vision,
luck, a sense of timing.

You attract fortune like a magnet.

Caution's for the plodders. I leaped
over their heads- cattle, shipping, land.

And now, Brett?

Now, a breather.

And then, I think, law.

Ah. Right here in this valley.

If you can stand
the competition, Jarrod.

Competition?
I'll send you the business.

- I'll even set you up an office space. Fair enough?
- That's more than generous.

Brett, I think you'll find this whole valley
is more than generous.

Just give it a little bit of yourself,
and it'll never fail you.

- You'll see for yourself, Brett, in time.
- I hope so.

Well, if you'll excuse me...

I'd like to go and unpack
before dinner.

Well, I'd say he hasn't changed a bit.

The rising star has become a comet.

Do comets ever stay put?

Well, I don't know.
He just might, this time.

Come in.

I wasn't sure Silas had put
any towels in your room.

I'm a very wasteful user of towels.

Comes from living in so many hotel rooms.
Thank you very much.

- You're very thoughtful.
- I recognized you the moment you arrived.

There's a photograph of you and Jarrod
in Mother's bedroom.

Oh, yes. Don't tell me- in cap and gown,
grinning like a couple of chimps?

Mm-hmm.

I must have changed a lot since then.

Well, I don't think you'd paint zebra stripes
on anyone's mare again...

or climb an enormous mountain so you and
Jarrod could have it named after yourselves.

Well, I hope you'll like staying here...

as much as we love having you.

- Jarrod Barkley?
- That's right.

My name is Monroe.

Oh, you don't know me.

I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes.

Someplace where we, uh,
won't be disturbed.

What about?

Secret Service.

Well, come in, Mr. Monroe.

This way, please.

It's a beautiful home, Mr. Barkley.

Thank you.

Mr. Barkley, you got a good friend
visiting with you, name of Brett Schuyler.

Don't confirm or deny.
Just let me do the talking.

He was moving around quite a piece
before he came here.

I know 'cause I've been traveling
that same route- not that he knows that.

I wouldn't be much good at my job
if he did.

Interesting thing
about Mr. Schuyler's travels.

Every place he's been-

New Orleans, Cheyenne,
Santa Fe, San Anton'-

they've had a flock of these.

Well? What about it?

It looks so good,
it'd take an expert to tell it wasn't.

- You'd better start traveling a
different route, Mr. Monroe. - Mr. Barkley-

- You're trailing the wrong man.
- Mr. Barkley.

I got my family back east...

little place in Virginia.

It's been over a twelvemonth
since I've seen 'em.

I don't like it.

But when I believe I'm right
about a man...

I stay with him until I catch him.

All right, Mr. Monroe.
I've heard your suspicions.

Now, suppose you give me
your evidence.

I don't have any.

Mr. Monroe, Brett Schuyler and I
went through law school together.

We roomed together, ate together,
boned from the same books together.

I know him as well as I know myself.

Now, it's been quite a while
since you've seen him.

Now, what is it he's been doing?
Did he tell you?

He did. Land, cattle, shipping.

Oh?

I never heard that he signed a deed
or looked at a herd or boarded a ship.

But if you are confident
he is not my man...

then you won't mind helping me.

And just what is it
you'd like me to do?

Now, Schuyler knows
he's safe here as your guest.

You, uh, should have easy access
to his belongings.

There's a good possibility he's got
that money concealed in his bags.

- I'll show you to the door.
- I know. It's a Judas trick. Call it what you like.

But I wouldn't ask this
of a man's best friend...

if I didn't think it was necessary.

I'm staying at the hotel in Stockton.

Good morning.

You're not supposed to put it up
that high, incidentally.

Thank you very much.

Yes?

Oh, Mr. Barkley! Well, you're just
in time for a bite of lunch.

Come on in. Come on in.
Here, pull up a chair.

- I'll send down for another portion.
- No, thanks.

- Hyatt!
- Yes?

Come in here.

Take a look at these.

It's in a border design.
They usually come a-cropper.

Course, uh, some are fancier than others.

The genuine engraver don't mind how much time
he puts in designing that lacy border.

Course, the counterfeiter's inclined
to get a bit more impatient.

Wants to get his hands
on some real money...

especially when most folk
can't tell the difference...

between a counterfeit
and the real thing...

and the fact that most banks
print their own money.

- You found a flaw?
- No.

Nothing counterfeit about these.

These are all genuine.

Give me that glass.

Well, now, he's smarter
than I thought.

Or maybe you're just a little too eager
to find a suspect, Monroe.

Now, with all due respect
to the Secret Service...

I'd appreciate it if you'd take you and
your suspicions right out of this valley.

Mr. Barkley, I still feel I'm right
about your friend.

I'm gonna stay with him
until I get-

Brett, my boy, I think we're
just a little bit early for the ladies.

What do you say we step into my office,
I'll buy you a drink.

Fine.

- Kind of like old times, isn't it, Brett?
- Mm-hmm.

- Remember that jug we used to keep hidden at school?
- Yeah.

A lot of whiskey
has gone over the table since then.

It sure has.

Yes, sir, we've got a lot of years
to catch up on, you and me.

So, let's hear
from my well-traveled friend.

- Thank you.
- I want an autobiographical report.

Oh, I wouldn't know where to begin.

Well, how 'bout the Seven Seas?
Those ships of yours.

- Where did they sail, East Indies?
- Among other places.

Modern Marco Polo, huh?

Or maybe I should say Richard Dana
two years before the mast.

He didn't follow his law career either
or get rich on his ships.

- But you-
- Well, yes, I did pretty well.

You know, I can see you now
with a spyglass up to your eye...

watching your ships come in,
bulging with riches from the Orient.

- What were their names?
- Oh, they were just chartered, Jarrod.

- The Lotus, the Condor.
- Clipper ships?

- Steam.
- Oh, sure. They're faster. More profit, huh?

Then what? You just traded it all
for land and cattle?

One or the other.
I-I don't remember.

- Oh, come on, boy. Jog your memory.
- Land first, I think.

When? What year?

What is this, Jarrod,
a cross-examination?

Well, I guess
it kind of sounds like that, doesn't it?

Say, I've some money
I want to deposit in town.

- I'll introduce you at the bank in the morning.
- Fine.

It's better than keeping it
in the false bottom of my valise.

You know, Brett...

if you decide to practice law here...

you won't be starting from scratch,
I promise you that.

As a matter of fact, I'd be glad
to have you come in with me.

- Oh, Jarrod.
- Now, you think about it.

I will.

And there you are, Mr. Schuyler-
receipt for 20,000.

Proud to have you
as a valued customer of the bank.

Roy!

Mr. Schuyler's a new customer of ours,
Roy, a good friend of Mr. Barkley's.

Yes, sir.

Well, many thanks, Luther.

Anything you do for Mr. Schuyler will be
the same as if you were doing it for me.

- Always a pleasure.
- See you at home this evening.

- Right. Thank you, Jarrod.
- Roy'll be finished with the count in a minute.

I'll be transferring more
of my money to Stockton...

and do most of my business through you,
if you have the facilities.

Valley's grown a lot
since the Barkleys settled here...

and this bank's had to grow
to keep up with it.

Let me show you around.

There's no branch of banking
that we can't handle, Mr. Schuyler.

Trust funds, loans, letters of credit,
international currency exchange...

expert valuations on produce, livestock.

- And a reserve in here for all contingencies.
- Mm-hmm.

Money couldn't be safer
if it was in the San Francisco mint.

People in the valley like to know that.

Big or small, they've learned
to depend on this bank...

never to lose a penny of their money.

Say, this is high carbon steel.

Well, now, there's not many knows
the difference between that...

and the old ferromanganese variety.

I own a couple of shares
in the foundry that make 'em.

I'm not sure it'll stop
a safecracker completely though.

Maybe not, all by itself.

Anyone tries to break into that vault
will get the shock of his life.

- An electric alarm system.
- How did you know?

- I noticed your alarm bell out front.
- You're a very observant man.

Thank you.

If I had any doubts about
your bank's facilities up till now...

I certainly don't have them anymore.

You're beginning
to sound like one of us already.

And as a close friend ofJarrod's,
I want you to come and see me personally...

any time you have a banking problem.

Yes, sir. I will.
Thank you very much.

Oh, uh, I'd like to make a small
withdrawal on my deposit.

Thank you. It's for, uh, $200.

How would you like it, sir?

A couple of 50s,
the rest in 10s and 20s, please.

Here you are.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Mr. Schuyler.

Brett, my friend.

- What have you got to report? Success?
- Yes.

Front door lock's
a Heives-Rodney, type 34A.

I can handle that easy.
What about the vault, Brett?

- Ordinary combination lock.
- Nothing for me, Brett?

Ahh.

Very pretty...

but lucky for us...

not very original.

Yes. Your banker's a thrifty man.

Uh, he prints his bills
from a stereotype.

It's much cheaper than having
a new design made up.

He prefers to spend his money
on the vault.

- An electric alarm system.
- Oh?

It could be difficult.

Well, between you and Ketchie...

there won't be any problem for you.

Between Ketchie and you.

You'll have to count me out.

I'm sorry.
I've done all I intend to do.

This is the most ambitious plan
we've ever had...

and it's only workable
if we carry it off as a team...

of which you are an indispensable part.

I didn't expect to feel this way.

I can't do this toJarrod Barkley, Clyde.

Brett, my friend,
we're not doing anything to him.

- We're doing it to the bank.
- We're doing it to him!

- This thing could wreck his whole life!
- How?

The people that keep their money in that bank
are his friends. They built this valley together.

They trust him the way he trusts me.

Sure he trusts you.
That's why you're here.

I can't do it, Clyde.

Jarrod's the closest friend I've ever had.

I can't destroy him.

Aww. Do you hear that, Ketchie?

This fine, young gentleman...

who unloaded an assortment
of handsomely engraved...

mining stock...

on the cream of Philadelphia society...

has suddenly got himself
all worked up over a friendship.

He offered to take me
into the law firm.

To do what?
To run his courthouse errands for him?

To be a glorified clerk?

That's all the use he'd have for
an inexperienced law school student.

Jarrod wouldn't treat me that way.

That's how men like him get rich.

No, they didn't get theirs
by giving anything away.

No, it's the one who snarls
and snaps the hardest...

is the one who gets to the top.

And that's how the Barkleys
got where they are...

and that's why that friend of yours
offered you a job-

so they could squeeze
all the talent out of you...

with no cost to himself.

Uh, you can start inking
that press, Ketchie.

Won't take me too long
to cut these plates.

Everything is gonna go on schedule.

We'll take the bank tonight.

Oh, and you'd better stay.

You might learn something
about the art of engraving.

I'll be back.

You're not still worried
about your friend, are you, Brett?

We're the only real friends he's got,
Ketchie. He knows that.

Oh, Brett. It's beautiful!

Hmm! Thank you!

I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure.

If she didn't like it, I would.

By the way, Brett. Have you given
any more thought to my offer?

Yes, I have, Jarrod.
I've given it a great deal of thought.

I'm not quite sure
I understand what it meant.

Well, I guess it means you'd
be coming in as my assistant.

It would certainly give you
the experience you need.

Searching out precedents, writing
first drafts of your briefs- that sort of thing?

Yes, I'm afraid
that's what it would mean.

While you worked
on the more important cases.

At first, yes.
That's fair enough, isn't it?

Yes, it's more than fair, Jarrod.

Pardon us for talking business
at the table.

And excuse me.

I have an appointment in town.
Don't bother waiting up for me.

Aha. Well, in that case,
you're excused.

- Good night.
- Good night, Brett.

Well, he didn't exactly keel over
with your offer, did he, Jarrod?

Maybe he didn't think
it was good enough.

Hurry it up.

Hold on.

Duck down behind the counter.

- Your coffee's cold. I'll get you some more.
- No. No, thanks.

What is it, Jarrod?

All right.

Well, it's- it's Brett.

There was someone here to see me
the day after he arrived.

A Secret Service agent.

He accused Brett of being involved
in a counterfeit ring.

Brett?

Oh, no. I can't believe that.

I might as well believe it of myself.

He didn't have any proof, but he-

he asked me to help him.

I did. I didn't find a thing.

Not a single word,
a deed or scrap of paper...

that would make me doubt he was
any different than he's always been.

And yet I think I doubted him
in spite of myself.

I know.

When somebody puts something
like that into your mind...

it's hard to root it out.

It, uh- It just stays there.

That's exactly how it's been.

When he first got here, I'd have done
anything in the world to help him.

And then after that man spoke to me...

I got less and less sure
of him and myself.

And now?
Do you trust him now?

I don't know.

I didn't at dinner. I think it showed.

I think that's why he left so suddenly.

Well, I'm sure you'll find
the answer in the morning.

Good night, darling.

Good night, Mother.

Seven-left.

Nine-right.

Come on!

- Repeat the last two numbers.
- Nine-right, three-left.

Seven-right.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Brett.

- You want breakfast, you'd better grab a chair.
- Thank you.

I've got something to say that-

Before you do, Brett,
there's something I'd like to say.

That offer of mine to take you
into the office- it's withdrawn.

Instead I'm offering you
a full partnership.

Not that you're gonna be
any bargain for the first year...

but knowing what you're capable of,
I'd be wrong to offer you anything less.

I want you in with me, Brett, on equal terms.
The sooner, the better.

Brett, it's not likeJarrod
is giving something away.

He's spent an awful long time
looking for the right man.

It's wonderful to fulfill something
I know you both have always wanted.

Now that that's settled,
what was it you wanted to say?

I hate to say this now.

I'm leaving for Denver
on the noon train.

I'm sorry.
It's just something I have to do.

And I have a business meeting
at the hotel in town...

so I'll have breakfast there.

I'm all packed, so, uh-

I know it's very sudden.

- Will you be coming back, Brett?
- I don't know.

You'll, uh...

be needing the buggy.

Well, if you do, my offer still stands.

- Good-bye, ma'am.
- Good-bye, Brett.

- Audra, Heath.
- Good-bye, Brett.

Here, Hank.
Grab one of these, will you?

Have a good trip.

I'm sorry, Jarrod.

So am I, Brett,
but it's your decision to make.

Found this on the table in Mr. Schuyler's room.
I guess he forgot it.

Thanks, Silas.

Well, it didn't take you long
to say your good-byes.

Ketchie'll ride to Rio Vista,
take the riverboat from there...

and I'll get the stage at Manteca...

and we'll all meet at Salt Lake
day after tomorrow.

So, we might as well
share this all right now.

There's not going to be
any sharing, Clyde.

What do you mean?

- I'm taking the money back.
- Taking it back?

I should never have gotten into this.
It was a mistake right from the start.

This is surely not the time
to start worrying about that now.

I'm taking the money back,
and I mean it!

Tie him up.

Go on.

Uh, you're a fool, Brett.

A gullible fool.

Hurry it up.

Now get on the bed.

Put your arms through those rungs.

Come on.

You're not serious about going back
in that bank with that money!

You're mad, Brett- putting
stolen money back in the bank.

Such a fool notion.
I almost hope you get away with it.

I said, "almost. "

- Morning, Ira.
- Jarrod.

Say, does a Mr. Schuyler
have a reservation on the noon train?

Did have, I believe.
Yeah. Here it is.

But he changed it.
He's booked on the midnight now.

- When'd he change it?
- 'Bout an hour ago, I guess.

Checked his bags
and rode out someplace.

Thanks, Ira.

Oh, Mr. Barkley.

Well, Monroe,
I thought you'd left town.

Nothing I'd like better,
only it don't fit in with my job.

I hear your friend deposited quite a bit
of money across the street the other day.

That's right.

All he had in his valise, I guess.

I imagine the bank
would let you examine it.

Oh, I did, I did, and it's good money.
And that's a puzzler.

The regular method would be for the
counterfeiter to deposit some bad paper...

and then start making withdrawals
of the bank's good money.

But I guess Mr. Schuyler's
got a smarter scheme up his sleeve.

Of course, now, there's, uh...

nothin' much I can do about it...

till that counterfeit starts
circulating around town here.

But whatever he's up to...

I got a feeling that bank's
gonna be part of it.

- Well, Jarrod.
- Hello, Luther.

- Has Brett Schuyler been in today?
- Not far as I know.

I thought he might have come in
to make a withdrawal.

Let me check.

No, sir, he hasn't been here today.

His account's just the way it was-
no more deposits, no withdrawals-

except for a couple of hundred
he withdrew the day you brought him in.

But I'm still expecting to do a lot of business
with Mr. Schuyler, thanks to you.

Told me he was transferring
more of his funds here...

making his headquarters
here in town.

Yes. Well, I wouldn't count
on that, Luther.

He's leaving town today.
He might not be back.

Well, now, that's too bad.

He impressed me as a bright young man.
Very intelligent about banking.

He's the first man I've had in here...

who knew exactly what kind of steel
that vault door was made of.

He even knew about
our electric alarm system.

- Anything wrong, Jarrod?
- Hmm?

Oh, uh, no, Luther. Nothing.

Hold it right there, Brett.

You forgot this.

Funny.

First time I've ever been without it.

- Hand over your gun.
- Jarrod, let me explain.

There's nothing to explain.
Hand over your gun.

Get up your hands, both of you!

Ah. Get their guns,
Ketchie, and the money.

Ah, we got herejust in time.

This wouldn't be
your friend Barkley, would it?

Tie them up, Ketchie.

Get your hands behind your back.

Hold it!

What's happening here, Jarrod?
Who's that?

The third member of the gang, Sheriff.

I've heard some tall stories before
in my time, but this one beats 'em all.

I've been trying to figure out
what made him think...

we could swallow a lie as tall as that.

It happens to be true.

That money Mr. Barkley saw Schuyler
take out of the vault was counterfeit.

Looks like, in a way, we, uh, were
both right about the man, huh?

Sheriff, we'll talk about disposition
in the morning.

Fred, I'd, uh-

I'd like to have a word
with Mr. Schuyler.

Go ahead, Jarrod.

We'll wait outside.

You're gonna need a lawyer.
Would you trust me to do the job?

Why should you?

As your friend.

I was hoping you'd say that.