All language subtitles for Guy the Treasure

The man I was following
was named Amos Birely.

We didn't know each other
which was the reason

I was assigned to the case.

Birely had just finished
serving a five-year term

for the robbery
of a Wells Fargo stage.

Birely had paid his debt
to the state all right,

but the company still felt
he owed them something.

One hundred thousand dollars
in gold, to be exact.

Amos Birely had been caught
a few days after the robbery

but the gold shipment he and his
partners had taken was never found.

The company wanted
its money back.

It's my job to get it for them.

I'm Jim Hardie,

Special agent for Wells Fargo.

Jim Hardie.

Wade Cather.

Great day and a mornin'.

You haven't forgot who I am?

Oh, forget?

How could I ever forget you
after you saved my life?

If you're wondering what
happened to those fellows there,

the Apaches got 'em.

Well, I see you're still carrying old
King David around with you there.

Oh, yeah. Best friend I got.

Never have any disagreements.

Always does what I tell him to.

Now, what brings you to this
forsaken country, Hardie?

Oh, just taking care of a
little business for Wells Fargo.

Well, that little business
you were talking about,

it rode through here
a short while ago.

You better start making tracks

if you expect
to catch up with him.

I'll catch up to it
when I'm ready for it.

I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

What do you mean?

This is Apache country.

There's nothing they like better

than just to pick off
the lone traveler.

You had some trouble
with the Indians lately?

Oh, I have been
wandering around here

for almost two years now.

A man traveling around alone in
Apache country for that long a time is...

either a fool or he's attached.

I guess the Apaches
think I'm both.

They say that I am possessed

by the great spirit.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I say you're
possessed with a good deal of luck.

Maybe, but the...

Hardie, the sentiments
the Apaches have for me

don't apply to you.

So...

just for the sake of safety,

I-I'll just tag along.

Well, that's sure
nice of you, Wade, but...

Hardie...

Kind David here speaks
with a pretty loud voice.

When he commands,

people just naturally obey.

I'll get my horse
and my pack mule.

Morning.

Hi.

Do you have the good news, Leo?

Here it is.

Birely finally came through
and gave it to Moore.

He knows we're gonna pick
up the gold before he gets here.

I explained to Birely
what our plans were

when I saw him last week.

He thinks it's a good plan.

Wait till Wade Cather sees this.

I'm kind of excited myself.

Five years
is a long time to wait.

I've got to hand it to Amos.

He's one smart old boy.

You know, the part I like is
where it says, "Gold buried here."

MOORE: When's Cather due
back to town?

Anytime now, he's been gone
a couple of months.

His supplies should be
running pretty low.

Well, we'll be happy to

stake him to everything he needs

to carry on his operation.

Best investment we can make

considering future returns.

Gentlemen, I propose a toast to the
man who is gonna help make us all rich.

Splendid, sir.

To Wade Cather,

and the Jefferson Davis
treasure.

So, what with...

fighting the Indians
and fighting the heat,

most folks aren't very partial

to this part of the country,

but me, I like it fine.

Well,

in the amount of time you spent
out here, I'd say that was obvious.

Oh, of course, I'm not out here

just 'cause
I'd like to be alone.

I got a good reason, Hardie.

I've been looking for gold.

Gold? Gold.

I didn't know there was any
in this part of the country.

There ain't...

in a way of speakin'.

Look, did you ever hear
of Jeff Davis' treasure?

Millions, Hardie.

Millions in gold.

I see you don't
believe me, but it's true.

Did you ever ask yourself

whatever happened to
all that money the...

the confederacy collected
at the end of the civil war?

Well, they spent it.

If they'd had any money,
they'd still be fighting.

You're wrong, Hardie.

It was a fortune that was taken

right out here
to this very territory

and it was buried.

Any story you might have heard

about any Confederate fortune

being buried out here
in this desert

is a legend, nothin' else.

You're wrong again, Hardie.

I talked to a fella,

now, you follow me now.

Be sure
and keep your voice down.

We don't want anybody
to hear what we're sayin'.

I talked to a fella

who talked to a fella

who was Jeff Davis'
personal secretary.

Personal.

And he told me...

Seems like my peace treaty
with the Apaches is over.

You better keep your head down

till you find out for sure.

Can't fight what you can't see.

One little peak

and I'll know where he's hiding.

A couple of more shots

and we'll know where he is.

Are you all right?

A half inch lower and your gold
hunting days would be over for good.

I got a look at him, though.
It's that fella you've been trailin'.

And I'm afraid
he got a look at me.

He's up there in the rocks. Over to
the right there. No, over to the right.

About fifty yards up.

I figured the best way
to take him, Hardie.

I figure the best way
to take him

is for you to stay here
and keep me covered.

You take care of yourself, now.

Don't you worry about that.

All right now,
stay right where you are!

Throw your gun down.

Turn around.

HARDIE: Cather!

Looks like the fireworks
is over, huh?

How is our unfriendly friend?

He's dead.

And it's the last way
in the world I want him.

Well...

It's better him
than you, I'd say.

Yes, I'd say the same thing.

That's been the philosophy
I've been forced to adopt.

But alive,
he was some use to me.

Dead, he's no use to anybody.

And the Apaches thought
that I was loco.

You got me beat hands down.

Well, what're you
gonna do with him?

Take him home back
to town and bury him.

Oh, no, no, no.

No.

It's prettier out here.

I got a couple of shovels
on the pack mule...

and a bible.

Hey, there you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

I was afraid you'd pull out.

No. No, I was just
getting ready to leave.

What's the rush?

You stick around and you
and me are gonna celebrate.

Well, I'd like to but the main
office wants me to get back home.

Maybe let's make it some
other time... No, no, no, no.

There ain't gonna be
any other time. Sit down.

I don't expect
to get rich, but once.

Still out chasing that
buried treasure, huh?

Ooh, Hardie.

Me and my partners
have located us a map.

Sure, and we've practically got

that Confederate gold
right in our hands.

I see.

You never mentioned
having any partners before.

Oh, I guess it just
never come to mind.

But there is one thing, though.

According to the information
that come with the map

The treasure isn't as
big as we thought it was.

Is that so?

How big would you say it was?

Oh...

Somewhere in the neighborhood

of a hundred thousand
dollars in gold.

A hundred thousand dollars?

You know...

in a way that might just
change my mind.

I've decided to stay here,
have that celebration with you.

Now you're talking.

I get a chance to meet
those partners of yours, too.

Oh, sure thing.
Any friend of mine

is bound be a friend
of theirs. Come on.

You told 'em
I'm from Wells Fargo?

No, not a word.

Then, don't.

You got something in mind? Yeah.

If they don't know who I am,
then, anything that goes wrong

I'll be able to look
after your interest.

You figure a way to
spend all that gold yet?

We're giving the problem
our careful attention, Wade.

I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine.

Jim, this here's Leo Summers.
He owns the saloon here.

That's Adam Kemper.
He's a local blacksmith.

And this here's
Henry Moore.

He owns the local livery.

Hiya, Henry.

Hiya, Cather.

Pleased to meet all of you.

What line of work you in, sir?

Right now I'm...

you might say,
in between jobs.

Actually I was hoping you boys
could use another gold hunter.

Well, I figured it wouldn't
do any harm telling Jim.

'Course not. We're not
trying to hide anything.

We'd be delighted to have
you join us but right now,

we're a closed corporation,
you see.

I... understood that one of
you boys have found a map.

CATHER: Oh, yeah,
and every detail, Jim,

every detail is drawn out

as clear as
the nose on your face.

You sure tell him, Leo. Go one.

Not that you aren't
trustworthy, you understand,

but, uh, we have to
exert some caution.

I understand.

Specially where
there is gold concerned.

Why, I've seen
strong men become weak.

And on the other hand, I've
seen weak men become killers.

You know, it's funny
how it always come about.

Here I have been hunting
all over creation

for that Confederate treasure

and just like that
Henry here finds us a map.

How are ya, Henry?

My wife and I just returned
from Richmond, Virginia.

Yeah, and that's where
they met this fellow

who'd been
Jeff Davis' assistant.

I paid 500 dollars for that map.

There, you see?

Well, it's 10 percent
of what we find.

All this talk
ain't getting us nowhere.

When do we go out
and get our gold?

I'm ready to leave
any time you say.

Good.

We'll be going with you,

so, lay in some extra supplies.

What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?

Well, I've been out looking
before and you weren't worried.

This time it's different.

Yeah, these in here...

Yeah.

You know...

We're gonna be gone a few days

I better add to that list, uh...

Give me an extra side
of bacon, will you?

No, on second thought, you'd better
give me two extra sides of bacon.

Well, I see you're
getting ready to leave.

Yeah, I'm leavin'
in the mornin'.

Couple day from now

I'm gonna be a rich man, Hardie.

I wouldn't too much
on that if I were you.

And why not?

I've been doing some checking
on your friend, Henry Moore.

Yeah? Come to find out

he didn't go
to Richmond, Virginia after all.

He went to Huntsville, Texas.

Well, so he didn't get
the map in Richmond.

Who cares? The
main thing is he got it.

The Texas state penitentiary
is in Huntsville, Wade.

Does that mean anything to you?

Oh, you lost me, Hardie.
I'm not following you.

Well, then I'll make it
a little more clear.

Three years ago, one of stages was
held up for a hundred thousand dollars.

Four men did it,
three of them got away.

We caught one.

The one who knew
where the money was.

And he wouldn't talk.

That man was released from
penitentiary three weeks ago.

The same time your friend,
Henry Moore, was in Huntsville.

Don't you think that's kind
of a strange coincidence?

Hardie, the trouble with you is

you've been working
for Wells Fargo too long.

Makes you suspicious
of every little thing.

you box these things for me.

I'll be back to pick 'em up

in couple of hours, all right?

Oh, Hardie.

If I didn't know you better,
I-I'd swear you was jokin'.

Do ya... Do ya think
that Henry Moore

would rob a stage?

Why...

He doesn't even carry a gun.

Man, he's got one all right.

You can't see it, but it's
there in a shoulder holster.

It still doesn't prove anything.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Maybe it will wash down some
of those evil thoughts you got.

Come on. All right, listen.

Throw in another side
of bacon, will you?

I like lots of bacon.

The idea of Henry Moore
robbing a stage...

Somethin' about this
whole set-up I don't like.

Hardie, you're about the
stubbornest man I ever run across.

It's just a part of my
nature, I suppose.

Just to prove how wrong you are

you can come along with us

when we get the gold
and can see for yourself.

All right, you've got a deal.

Cather.

I finished working
on that pack mule of yours.

Any time you want
to pick him up, he's ready.

Good. I got your supplies
all ordered.

There's nothing left to do

but load up and head for
the happy hunting ground.

Don't imagine you'll be here
when we get back, Mr. Hardy.

So, I'll say good-bye now.

Looks like we're not
destined to part just yet.

I'll be riding with ya.

This is a private party.
You're not invited.

Oh, now, just a minute, Kemper.

I asked him and if
Hardie don't go, I don't go.

And you need me. Who's gonna
keep the Apaches off your back?

You keep out of this.

Cather here made
a mistake, Mr. Hardie.

As of right now,
he withdraws the invitation.

Now, if I want Hardie along,
that's my business.

So, under the circumstances,

you're changing your plans

about joining us, aren't you?

Think it'd be very polite
if I backed out now?

Be a lot more healthy.
Let me show ya.

Now, look, Hardie
wasn't ready for a fight,

but I am. Keep out of this.

I mean I feel like I've been...

kicked by a mule.

So do I.

With all four feet.

Uh, we feel bad...

he looks a whole lot worse.

Well, he'll be over it in time to
go treasure hunting tomorrow.

You can bet on that.

You still planning
to go with us?

I wouldn't miss it for anything less
than a hundred thousand dollars.

Bring me a beer.

Leo.

What happened to you?

Had a run-in with Hardie.

Looks more like
you were trampled on

by a herd of wild steers.

Who asked for your opinion?

Nobody, but I got a right to
makin'. Not to me, you haven't

You want to try and stop
me? All right, that's enough.

You've had your fight today.

Hardie's going with us.

Cather invited him.

Of all the stupid stunts.

That'd be tomorrow.

So, Hardie wants to
take a little ride for himself.

Why not?

Well, we can't chance him.

By the looks of Kemper,

I'd say that
Hardie suspects the worst.

And what caused the fight?

I just told him
he couldn't go with us.

Then, you didn't convince him.

I think we got to take
care of Hardie right now.

That wouldn't be smart.
Let him come along.

He can't have anything against
me or Harry. He just doesn't like you.

After all we're just businessmen...
hunting for a Confederate treasure.

We'll find that treasure,
dig it up,

and we'll have made
a good sized hole.

About the size of a grave.

About the size of two graves.

When Birely gets here,
we divide it all up.

But I still think that if they...

Shut up. It's all settled.

Hey, Leo, let's go.

Sorry I'm late. I had to
get the map out of the safe.

Good morning, Mr. Hardie.

Good morning.

Nice to be going
with such genial company.

You'll have to excuse
Kemper's attitude this morning.

His pride's a little bruised.

All that gold we're gonna find
will heal him up quick.

Let's get movin'.

Oh, I gotta rest.

Gotta take me a rest.

This diggin' is just too much
for an old man like me.

Sure, but it'll pay off
pretty good, though.

Hey, never mind
the conversation.

You just keep on diggin'.

I'm in a hurry to be a rich man.

I don't know much
about him being a rich one,

but one thing's for sure,
he's gonna be a dead one.

I hit somethin'!

Ooh! Yeah. You, you did.

Go ahead.
Open it up, then. Open it up.

We found it! We found
the Confederate treasure.

Yeah, it's gold.
I can tell by the feel.

Well, I'll tell you
something about your treasure.

It belongs to Wells Fargo.
Stand up.

Now, I shoot the first man
that moves.

Take the guns, Cather.

Oh, no, you're wrong, Hardie.

This here gold belongs to us.

Your Confederate gold's in a Wells
Fargo strongbox. It's stolen property,

I don't believe you.

Well, it's true just the same.

Ask your three honest
business Confederates there.

They couldn't turn up
with a hundred thousand dollars

without having to answer
a lot of embarrassing questions.

HARDIE: So, they used you and an old
wives tale about a lot of Confederate gold.

That would give them
the reason that they needed.

Ask them about
their friend, Amos Birely.

No... it's true though,
they... they had a map.

Get out
of the line of fire, Cather!

Two years.

Two years you lied to me

and all along you knew
that I was wasting my time.

I should have killed him.

You should have killed him?

How do you know you didn't?

If you look at him, Mr. Hardie,

you'll find a bullet hole
in his shoulder just about...

just about in there.

It's like I told you,
Mr. Hardie,

I have never killed a man.

Not even during the war.

I never killed a man.

Well, I suppose we better go
up there and bring him back.

Well, the company's
sending the wagon down

to pick up the money.

I'm pleased. You
don't look very pleased.

Well, Hardie, after all I have
had a grave disappointment.

Oh, you were
chasing rainbows, Wade.

Ah, well, yeah, sure, and I
found the pot at the other end

but there wasn't
anything in it for me.

I wouldn't say that.

There's a five thousand dollar
pot there that you didn't know about.

The company had put up a reward

to be given to any man
that could give information

leading to the recovery of the
hundred thousand dollars. You get it.

Now that's more like it. Yeah.

Yes sir, if you can
get in to San Francisco

the company will make out
a check and give it to you.

San Francisco?

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I
guess I can work that in.

I've been wanting to get to San
Francisco anyway, 'cause you see,

Hardie, I know a man
in San Francisco

He has a map that
could be bought cheap.

For twenty five hundred dollars

it shows exactly where Jean
LaFitte buried his treasure.

Now this is no ordinary man.

He's as honest
as the day is long.

Not at all like that
crook Henry Moore