All language subtitles for S5E19 - The Barefoot Bandit

Cold steel is a little hard
to work with, isn't it?

You ain't telling us nothing
we don't know, mister.

Ain't no way of
getting a fire under her

Well, why don't you just...

Why don't you just say
whatever it is you gotta say

and then go away and
let us worry about this safe?

Well, that saves a little
bit of my worry, too, sir.

I'm Jim Hardie, Special
Investigator for this company.

Well, I'm Al Wiley.

I'm the local agent
for Wells Fargo.

Mr. Hardie, I'm sorry
I popped off like that,

but this blasted safe's
just got Pete and me

running in short tempers,
that's all.

Uh, Pete. This is Jim Hardie.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Hardie.

Pete's also a town constable
when he ain't blacksmithing.

That's mostly on Saturday nights

when the town's full of drunks.

In that case, I'm doubly glad
to know you, Mr. Bradford.

I always try to work with the
law whenever it's possible.

And if it ain't?

If it's not possible
I go it alone.

Well, you're alone, Hardie.

Far as I'm concerned,
this case is closed.

I'm afraid Wells Fargo can't
quite look at it that way, sir.

To us, a case is never
closed till it's solved,

and this one isn't.

Well, now, you just hold
on a minute there, Hardie.

Actually, the company is
not officially responsible

for the money that was stolen
out of this here safe.

We was just keeping it in there
as a favor to the boys

till after the fight.

Well, when one of
our employees gets killed,

we don't consider it a
favor. We call it murder.

Any idea who did it?

Yeah. A fighter by the name
of Miller Sledge.

A fist-fighter that is.

A big, tall fella,
sort of hillbilly,

running around town barefooted.

Fights that way, too, I guess.

Him and his lady manager

rode in
that afternoon in a buggy

just looking for a fight.

A lady manager?

Yeah, lady manager.

And she's as smart
as she is pretty, too.

Why, wasn't no time at all

she had the local suckers
betting three-to-one

that their boy, Chuck Kramer,
could whip her boy, Sledge.

And when all the bets were down,

she insisted on the money being
locked up here for safekeeping.

That's so's they couldn't
welch on the bet.

I see.

And after the fight was over
and the winner was decided,

then you would have come back
in here and pay 'em off, huh?

Yeah, that's the way it was,
but there wasn't no fight.

And all that betting,

that was just an excuse
to stack up money in this safe

so's it'd be worthwhile
robbing it.

Was just a plain case
of swindle, Mr. Hardie.

Course, killing
the boy was something

they didn't plan on when
they blowed the safe.

That was accidental.

I understand.

And what makes you so
positive it was the fighter?

Well, 'cause he
went around town barefoot,

and the hooded bandit
that was seen

going out that window
right there,

he was barefooted.

We tracked him
right down the alley.

I see.

And did you track him as he
left here? Did you follow him?

Right away, almost,
but they was gone.

And you can't blame 'em
for skipping, either.

I'll tell you,
the town was pretty mad

when they found out that
young boy had been killed.

Why, they was running
up and down the street saying,

"Kill them murdering thieves."

And they'd have done it, too,

if they'd got
their hands on him.

Well, didn't you follow
him out of town?

Not me.

I ain't no riding
sheriff, Mr. Hardie.

I'm just a plain old
Constable of the Peace.

I see.

Did you by any chance
telegraph our offices

a description of this man,

ask them to hold him
for questioning?

No, no, I didn't.

I didn't think
it was my place to.

Well, I think it is your
place, so why don't you go

over to the telegraph office
there and wire 'em?

Tell 'em to hold him
till I get there.

I'm gonna have
a look around here.

All right.

Calling it a day, Constable?

Nope. I gotta make the rounds
once today to hold my badge.

Of course, there's anything
I can do for you, Mr. Hardie,

without riding a horse,
that is, just ask it.

I'm gonna ask it right now.

You can take this over
and lock it up

where nobody can get at it

till I ask for it.

Handle it very carefully, now.

Sure thing.

Miller Sledge is fighting in Jimtown
tonight and Sonora tomorrow.

All right, you get a hold of
the sheriff over in Jimtown.

Tell him to hold that
man till I get there.

Be about five hours.

Telegram, Mr. Collins.

Oh!

Telegram.

MAN: That's it, boys.
He's had enough.

Get him up.

Get him to the jail.

Take him down to jail.

Oof!

Thanks very much, boys.

I think I'll live.

Phew.

Give up, sheriff?

Oh, my goodness, yes.

Yes.

Well, here's your
consolation prize.

There's nothing like
a piece of raw meat

for injured pride.

Well, it ain't exactly
my pride that hurts,

Miss Lindsey, but thanks a lot.

Wait, I'll, uh...
I'll get your money.

Ohh!

There's a telegram
for you, Sheriff.

Yeah. Well, read it.

I can't, I lost my specs.

Here, I will.

Thank you.

It says, "Don't underestimate
"Miller Sledge.

He's a real good fighter."

Signed, "A friend."

Well, now he's telling me.

Here, miss.

Uh.

Here's your money.

Thank you. You
can count it if you like.

I'll take your word,
Sheriff. Bye.

Yeah, listen, where's
your man fighting next?

Why?

Well, I wanna make
a bet on him, that's all.

Well, I can't say now.

I'll let you know.

All right, you do that.

SHERIFF: Sure,
I got a telegram, Hardie,

but it wasn't from you.

And it didn't say nothing
about holding no fighter.

Here it is, let's see.
It says, uh...

Oh. What does it say?

It don't make
no difference what it says,

but, man, did she
think it up quick.

She? Yeah, that lady manager.

She read it to me while I was
opening the safe to get her money.

Boy, did she trick me.

Well, we're dealing with
a couple of clever people.

The thing that amazes me is that
he showed up for the fight at all.

Yeah.

And did he fight.

Man, he threw so many fists
and feet at me

that I felt like
I was out in a hail storm

with every chunk of hail
weighing about ten pounds apiece.

Well, if he can fight that way,

do you think there's
any need of him

really stealing for a living?

Oh, not on your life.

All that boy ever has to do

is just fight and then
pick up the marbles.

Then there's the footprints.

Then there's the fact
that that girl,

she lied to you
about the telegram

to throw you off the track.

Looks like I'm gonna
have to bring 'em in

for questioning anyway.

Well, where are
they headed for now?

Sonora.

Oh, well, then
I'll ride with ya.

Thinking of a rematch, are you?

No, do I look that dumb?

All I wanna do
is just place a bet.

Only this time,
it's gonna be on her man.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'll go over
to the telegraph office

and send a telegram back
to the home office.

Fine, fine.
I'll pick you up there.

It's about a block down
the street. Good day.

With a bath, I presume?

Is Miller Sledge stopping here?

He is, but you don't have
to see him to place a bet.

Just write your name down
and the amount.

The odds are three to
one on Butch Barkley.

He's the local favorite.

Between you and me, I hope
he gets his ugly head knocked off.

He's such a big bully.

I don't want to make a bet,

and I haven't got time
to take a bath.

I'm looking for Miller Sledge

or that lady manager of his.

She's in room 23 up the stairs.

And don't track mud
on the carpets.

What's that for? Force of habit.

In Boston,
we used to have bellboys.

Yes, who is it?

Jim Hardie,

Special Investigator
for Wells Fargo.

What do you want?

I want to see Miller Sledge.

Well, he isn't here.

Are you his manager?

Yes.

Then I'll talk to you.

Sorry, I can't talk now.

I'm dressing.

You don't take no for an answer,
do you, Mr. Hardie?

Sorry, Miss Lindsey.

I'm looking for Miller Sledge.

What do you want with him?

I wanna question him
about a robbery

and killing in Bonanza Flats.

You undoubtedly know
which one I'm talking about.

Yes.

Why would you think Miller
had anything to do with it?

'Cause a barefooted
bandit was seen

running out of
the Wells Fargo office

right after the explosion.

Anyone who takes off his shoes
becomes barefoot, Mr. Hardie.

Miller didn't have
anything to do with it.

It was someone masquerading.

That could be true,
but why'd you run away?

Because we were frightened,
that's all.

The street was full of people,

running toward the hotel,
yelling for a lynching.

And, you took it for granted

they were
looking for your fighter.

No, we heard them say
they were after the fighter.

Then why'd you read the wrong
message to the sheriff?

Because I had to get
Miller away, that's why.

Believe me, Mr. Hardie, he had
nothing to do with the robbery.

Then why don't you let him
tell me about it?

Very well, I will. Where is he?

Miller's never very
far away, Mr. Hardie.

Why don't you try
turning around?

I'm gonna have to take you back

to Bonanza Flats, Miller,
for questioning.

You mind?

He minds.

If you're not guilty, you've
got nothing to worry about.

LINDSEY: Don't listen
to him, Miller.

You don't have a chance.

Are you going back?

Very well.
You leave me no choice.

Mr. Hardie, don't!

Stop it!

Hey, even money. I got Sledge.

Come on, come on, I'll give
you two to one on Sledge!

You better stop before
I have the law on you!

Come on, somebody,
get some money out.

This is a... Oh, come on!

Hurry up, will you?!

Miller, stop it before you're
hurt. You're fighting tonight.

I'll give three to one
on Sledge.

You better
listen to her, Sledge.

If we keep this up,
somebody is gonna get hurt.

My poor carpets! Why
did I ever leave Boston?

Yeah, we'll decide that later.

Doesn't anybody
wanna bet on Hardie?

Who, pray tell, is Hardie?

This one.

Thank you.

I'll go back now if you want me.

Well, thank you again.

But would you mind telling me

what all this was for?

It was the gun, Mr. Hardie.

Miller doesn't like
having guns poked at him.

Well.

Well, that's understandable.

I'm a little ticklish
about that myself.

Much obliged to you, Miller.

Miller, you can't.
Remember the lynch mob?

You're not the law, Mr. Hardie.

You have no authority
to arrest him.

That's right, I haven't.

But Sheriff Conlan has.

You've met Miller before,
I believe.

Well, let's say, uh,

I'll never forget him.

Miss Lindsey, Sheriff Conlan
and I will do everything

in our power to see
that he's treated right.

If you go, I go.

Get the buggy ready
and wait downstairs.

You don't look
like a fighter, Miller.

What'd you do before you
got into this business?

Taught some school,

preached a little.

How'd she ever get you
started fighting?

A man will do some funny things

when he's in love, Mr. Hardie.

So you're in love, are ya?

Well, that's certainly an
answer I can understand.

And what about her?

Does she love you, or
is she just using you?

I'm sorry.

I had no right to say that.

They're coming.

Hardie's got the fighter

just like he wired.

Hope they got the money.

Money or no money,

we've got some things
to settle first.

You fellas can string him up
after I'm through with him.

Aw, now, everybody,
you take it easy.

You can't hang a man
without a legal trial.

I'll be over at the office in
case anybody wants me.

Oh, come on. Let's get him
before they take him inside.

Yeah. Come on.

You're not gonna get out
of town this time, mister.

We're gonna fight. Come on.

Get out of the buggy.

Haul him out!

Get him inside.

Take the lady.

I want to get a crack at him.

MAN: Kill him! Lynch him!

Sheriff, you and the
constable look after him.

I'm going over to the
telegraph office. I'll be back.

CONLAN: Right.

That's a mean mob out there.

Yeah, they sure ain't friendly.

Mr. Sledge, if I were you,
I'd let the constable here

lock you up in one of them cells
for safekeeping

till that mob cools off.

There's no telling what they
might do... Don't do it, Miller.

It's a trick.

Nobody's locking me up
for something I didn't do.

And what's more, I ain't
afraid of them folks out there.

Sledge, wait a minute.

Come on out of there and fight!

Now, hear me!

Nobody brought me back.

I came on my own accord

to prove I didn't rob that safe
or kill the boy.

Folks can decide that later.

We got something to settle now.

Let's get him!

I didn't come here
to fight. I cam...

Gimme a shotgun
full of buckshot.

Come on, come on!

All right! Now, that's enough!

Break it up!

Now, the first man
that throws a punch,

gets a load of buckshot
in his britches!

Hardie brought this man out
here to prove if he's guilty or not,

and that's what he'll do
if you give him a chance!

All right, Hardie.

We'll give you a chance,

but if he's guilty, you
turn him over to us.

If he's guilty, he'll be
turned over to the constable.

He'll stand trial
for what he's done.

In the meantime, I want
to prove that he's innocent.

Get out of the way.

You go get that box
I left with you

and bring it over
to the Wells Fargo office.

Well, Mr. Hardie, I... I knew
you'd bring that man in.

You're one of the best men
in the service

about bringing men in like that.

PETE: All right,
step aside here men.

Let me get through here.

Here you are,
Mr. Hardie. Thank you.

Now, outside, I told you that

I had proof that would
convict a guilty man

beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Well, here it is.

This is a footprint
that was left

by the man who
robbed this safe and

went out through
the window here.

Now, Hardie, you're
jumping to conclusions.

No, I'm not jumping
to any conclusions.

You were the one that told me

that the man went
out through the window

He was even seen right after
the explosion by Mr. Kramer.

That's right, I did.

Well, now, the logical
suspect would be Miller Sledge,

who makes a practice of
going around barefooted.

And he also knew about
the money being there.

Miller, would you come over here

and put your foot
in this imprint?

Go ahead, Miller.

Well, there you are.

As you can see, it's too big.

Thank you.

I think we all agree that this

completely exonerates
Miller Sledge.

But it brings up the question
of who is the guilty man.

Wiley? Will you pull
your boot off?

What are you aiming at, Hardie?

Anyone that had access to
that safe is under suspicion.

I'm merely trying to give you a
chance to prove your innocence.

I'm not gonna do it.

You've got no right
to question my integrity.

I've been a trusted employee
for five years.

Four and a half years, Wiley,

and I have every reason
in the world

to question your integrity.

This is a telegram that I
got from the home office

just a little while ago.

It says that about
six months ago

they started noticing a
shortage in your books.

I say you needed the money
to cover up that shortage.

Now take off your boot.

That's a lie. You got no proof.

We got the proof, all right.

A footprint.

A footprint that you left
outside of that window,

and you went out the window
to be sure you were seen.

What you didn't know was
that I dug up that footprint

and gave it to
Mr. Bradford for safekeeping

until such a time
as I asked for it.

And this is it.

And if your foot fits in it,

we're not only gonna
charge you with robbery,

but murder as well.

Now take off your boot.

Hey, let me go!

Let go! Let me go!

You're not the first one
that made that mistake.

What're you doing? Hey, stop it!

MAN: It fits.

All right, Constable, take
him over and lock him up.

Miller, would you help him out?

Thanks, Mr. Hardie,

for keeping your word.

It's all right.

And if anybody ever
asks you, Miss Lindsey,

that big, silent fighter
of yours is quite a man.

Most people underestimate
him, Mr. Hardie,

so I'm gonna let you
in on a little secret.

He's not so silent
when he's in the right company.

Meaning yours, of course.

You know, you may be surprised

to learn that Miller
is a very well-educated man.

He can speak on many things.

Religion, philosophy, politics.

He remains silent for the
same reason he goes barefoot.

It's part of the act.

When he remains silent,
people thing he's dumb.

When he goes barefoot, they
think he's slow and awkward,

which he is.

But he's strong,

And he has,
as a man would say, guts.

Well, all this
makes him look easy,

so they call our bets.

I have very little doubt that
you'll make the money, all right.

But what about Miller?

Is he ever gonna see any of it?

You know, I could feel insulted,
Mr. Hardie, but I won't.

Instead, I'll thank you for your
interest in Miller and your help.

And to answer you,
yes, he'll get the money.

So will I.

You see, Mr. Hardie,
I'm Mrs. Miller Sledge.

Then I'm sorry, ma'am.
I'm ashamed of...

of the way I can misjudge
people sometimes.

Think nothing of it, Mr. Hardie.

You're probably not the
first one that thought it.

I wanna thank you again.

I hope we see you real soon.

I hope so, too.

By the way, Mr. Hardie,

if you ever decide
to take up fighting,

Miller and I would be glad
to handle you.

Good day.