All language subtitles for S5E2 - Angry Town

Good morning, ma'am.

What are you doing here?

That bay horse... That
horse is mine, mister.

And it ain't up for sale.

I didn't come to buy him.

I want the man who owned
him before you.

He a friend of yours?

No. The Utah kid didn't
have any friends.

My name is Jim Hardie,

Special Agent for Wells Fargo.

I found that bay horse
wandering in the hills

back there, mister.

No saddle, no harness,

just a tired, worn out animal.

And I'm claiming him, mister.

He's not one of our horses.

I said I wanted
the man who owned him.

Then you'll need
a shovel, mister.

He's dead.

He was hung last night

just outside Miles City.

I see.

What'd they hang him for?

Shot Ed Warren,

stole Ed's roan horse,
left that bay.

Got as far as Gold Mesa

before the posse
caught up with him.

And who's holding the money?

What money?

$20,000 in big bills,

gold coin.

The horse might have
belonged to him

but the money
belonged to Wells Fargo.

He had no money, mister.

I was there when they hung him.

We found no money.

Who led the posse?

Sheriff Brick, Miles City.

Ask him about the money,
Mr. Hardie.

Thank you.

I will.

Hello there.

Sheriff Brick?

That's right.

I'm Jim Hardie,

Special Agent for Wells Fargo.

You're in the wrong
county, Hardie.

Wells Fargo don't
do business here.

I know, but I've got
some business here.

Suppose I could start with you.

I've heard of you, Hardie.

I run Miles City,

not Wells Fargo.

Now, we have no intentions
of interfering

with the law but
you hung a man last night,

the man that I've been trailing

for over five weeks,

Utah kid.

We hung the man
that killed Ed Warren,

stole his horse.

I don't know who he was.

It was my job to stop
the lynching,

but in this case,

there's nothing
I could do about it.

Well, actually,
all I'm interested in

is the money he was carrying,
$20,000.

The man we hung had $7
and two bits in his pocket.

And $20,000 in his saddlebag,

the money that he stole
from Wells Fargo.

Now, that's the kid's saddle

and the last time anybody
heard of the money

was in these saddlebags.

Now, we run the kid
down and we hung him.

And I took charge
of his personal property.

He had no other money.

Now, Miles City is a town
with a fancy name.

You've seen it, Hardie.

It's like the county,

down-at-the-heels,
out at the old bows,

but it's an honest town, Hardie,

a clean town.

Are you accusing one
of us for stealing?

I would say that $20,000
can put a good deal

of strain on a man's honesty.

Who were the others
in the posse with you?

Now, Hardie,

you get out of here.

I don't want any more
trouble in this town

than I've already had.

All right.

But the money's here, sheriff.

I'll find it.

Good day.

This just might work, Joe,

but I can't guarantee you.

There are no guarantees
in life, only changes.

We've come a long way.

Give him a good feed
and take good care of him.

The man's voice is like
a brand on his horse.

I'd know yours anywhere, Hardie.

Doctor Howard.
Great day in the morning,

how are you?

A year older and not much wiser.

Say, this is the last
place I ever expected

to see you again.

Well, I think I could
say the same thing.

The last time I saw you,

you were all settled
down in Clay City,

I believe it was. Yeah.

Well, uh, a man drifts.

Tell me,
what are you doing here?

I didn't know there
was a Wells Fargo office

within a hundred miles.

There isn't.

The man I was after
got hung here

last night by a posse.

Yeah, I know.

I was in that posse.

Oh.

Actually, I was
after the $20,000

that he was carrying,

the money he stole
from Wells Fargo.

The money that nobody
in this town seems to know

anything about, I might add.

Well now, look Jim,
I helped bury the man

and I didn't see any money.

There were six of us
in that posse.

I know every man.

There couldn't
have been any money.

Well, either that or one
of them was a thief.

Always the realist, huh, Jim?

Say, now that I'm through here,

how about having
a little drink with me?

Are you sure you
want to have a drink?

Oh, here. Look here.

You see, drinking
was never a compulsion, Jim,

just a bad habit.

All right, lead the way.

You never rest easy,
do you Stan?

Well, life's an uncertain thing.

You should know, Paul.

I got your $35 in my pocket.

Is that what you're looking for?

Here.

Here. What are you looking for?

Nothing that belongs to you.

You better unpack,

stay around for
another day or two.

Why? It'll look better.

Wait a minute.

Here.

I don't need money
that bad, Paul.

Not even for my brother-in-law.

You better pick it up.

You'll need it, Stan.

To us, Jim.

To another time, another town.

Well, this town and $20,000

has definitely
bothered a good deal.

You still insist the kid
had it on him, huh?

I'm sure he did.

I tracked him all the way,

he didn't have a
chance to hide hit.

And I don't think
he would have anyway.

He'd never left
the money behind him.

You sure?

About him, I'm sure.

He was on a one-way
ride to Mexico.

Either he made it with
the money or it wouldn't

have mattered to him.

He knew there was a
rope waiting for him

in Carson City.

But death made its
appointment with him

in Miles City.

Hmm.

You know, Jim, I don't think

you're gonna be very
popular around here.

You'll be stepping on
too many tender toes.

Hmm. I don't get paid

to win popularity contest.

You said you're going to tell me

who was in the posse with you.

Yeah, so I did.

Well, there was Zeb Baker,

Ed Warren's boy, Chris,

and Harry Newhole,
he does the town banking,

the sheriff, and... well,

speaking of the devil.

Right on call, Sheriff Brick

and Harry Newhole.

Well, Doc, you pick up
easy with strangers.

Oh, I've known
Jim already for years.

And do you know
what he's here for?

Harry, meet Wells Fargo's

most famous troubleshooter.

He's the kind that
judges a man's honesty

by the amount of money
that tempts him.

Some men, sheriff.

Mine perhaps.

I'm Harry Newhole.

I was a member of the
posse that caught

and hung Ed Warren's killer.

Well, all I can say is,
Mr. Newhole,

that if the shoe fits, wear it.

I've heard of you, Hardie,

and I know that you
have a reputation to maintain,

even if it means
blaming an entire town

for your incompetence.

If there ever was any money,

the man we hung
got rid of it long before

he reached Miles City.

My bank is just up
the street, Hardie.

The door is wide open.

But if you come looking
for Wells Fargo money,

I'll consider it an
affront to my integrity

and an insult to Miles City.

I'll have that drink with
you some other time, Paul.

Now, you've had a long
ride, Hardie.

Get your rest.

Tomorrow, just quietly move on.

Toes are more tender
than I expected.

You mentioned four of the names.

Who was the other man in
the posse besides yourself?

Stan Riker,
sheriff's brother-in-law.

I see.

There's Stan Riker now.

Be careful, Jim.
He's a bad one with a gun.

Thank you.

Riker, I wanna
have a word with you.

STAN: Some other time, mister.

I wanna search those saddlebags.

Mister, you touch those
bags and I'll kill you.

PAUL: Let him look, Stan.

Let him.

You're satisfied, Hardie?

All right, now, let me in on it.

What are you looking for?

$20,000 that man was carrying

you helped hang last night.

And you thought I took it?

Somebody in that posse took it.

Now, who are you?

Jim Hardie,
Special Agent, Wells Fargo.

I was there

but I didn't see no money.

I wish I had.

Thank you for
your help, sheriff.

Just thinking of Stan.

So, that's it, huh, Paul?

Yeah. I thought
you were leaving town.

I've just decided to stay.

Come on in.

Yeah.

I heard you wanted to see me.

That's right, Chris.

You and me got
a little talking to do.

Well, uh, can you...
Can you make it fast?

I'm kind of in a
hurry. Why, Chris?

You look like
something's on your mind.

Well, I got to get back
to the ranch

and fix things up
for pa's funeral.

Are you sure that's
the only thing

that's on your mind, Chris?

Isn't pa getting killed enough?

Don't you try
to stall me, Chris.

You're lying to me.

All right.

All right.

I am lying.

It's about the posse.

I don't wanna go on
another one again.

I never wanna kill a man again.

Are you trying to make
me believe you're upset

because you hung a man

who killed your own father?

What's on your mind
is that money

and I want my cut.

What money?

The money the man
who killed your pa had,

$20,000.

$20,000?

I don't know anything
about any money.

Honest. Well, maybe your memory

needs a little helping out, huh.

I don't know anything about it.

Honest to God.

STAN: You were the only one
who was alone long enough

with the kid to have taken it.

I wasn't the only one.

There was... there was Zeb Baker.

Zeb Baker?

That dirty face clod buster,

he wouldn't have the guts.

But... Come here.

I didn't say he did.

I...

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Zeb Baker.

Well, maybe I ain't given
that old boy enough credit.

You're not going to go
after him, are you?

Why shouldn't I?

Well, I heard there
was a... there was

a Wells Fargo man in town.

Now, why are you
so worried about me

all of a sudden?

It's the sheriff.

He told pa he can't
even sleep nights

worrying about keeping
you out of trouble.

Well, you just let him worry.

I can take care of myself.

Now, you sit down.

You ain't going nowhere
until I tell you.

You haven't told me why you came

to this town here, doc.

My boy, Jim.

He'd be about 16 now,

my son.

Your son?

I didn't even know
you'd been married.

It happened before the war.

We've been married
about six months

then I went into the army
as a surgeon.

I guess I never really
knew my wife.

She was young and real pretty,

but she didn't wait.

You know, Jim,

there's a general breakdown

after every war and,

well, I joined the tide,

but you know about
that part of my life.

Here I thought
you'd made your peace

and was all settled
down in Clay City.

So I did

until I found out
my wife took my boy

and left him with some folks

she knew in Kansas City.

I no longer cared about my wife

but I wanted to see the boy.

I went to Kansas

but found out he'd gone.

Nobody knew where.

Just someplace west.

I've been looking
for him ever since.

Well, you got
a good-looking horse

or something there. No.

Three year-old girl
with the croup,

Zeb Baker's little one.

Yeah.

I headed out to his place.

I heard her coughing.

Zeb's been trying
to make a living out

in that place for the past

15 years or more.

Life's handed him
a pretty rough deal,

a wife and four kids,

and the wrong time to die.

Was there something
wrong with him?

Something in the stomach,

no doctor could cure.

He was one of those who ordered

for the hanging.

Were there any votes against it?

Well, you know, mine
and Harry Newhole's.

The sheriff tried to stop it

even though Ed Warren
was a good friend of his.

He gave Harry and me a hand

when we buried the kid.

I see.

Then that would leave Riker,

the Warren boy,

and Zeb with the horse

while you three buried him,

is that right? That's right.

It looks like you lost
your good standing

in this town, too, doc.

Well, it doesn't matter.

I was about to leave anyway.

This is my last call.

You don't open your mouth

to anybody, you understand?

And I mean, anybody.

What do you want?

The man who shot at me
through that window.

I don't know anything
about any shooting.

You don't, huh?

And I suppose this riffle

just got jammed all by itself.

Who worked you over?

Nobody.

Are you Chris Warren?

Yeah.

You think you want
to tell me about it?

I got nothing to say.

Look, nobody's gonna blame you

for taking $20,000,

especially from a man
who killed your father.

I didn't.

You didn't?

Is this your room?

No.

Is it Riker's?

If you don't talk to me,

you're gonna have
to talk to a judge.

I personally don't think
you took the money

but I think you know who did.

I ain't afraid of no judge.

But you're scared of Riker

and you're scared of the sheriff

because he's his brother-in-law.

He hates Riker.

The only reason he tries
to keep him out of trouble

is because he's married
to his sister.

Did Riker say where he was going

after he left you?

He didn't tell me.

Better get those cuts
looked after.

Stan.

Stan thinks that...

Zeb Baker's got the money.

I see.

Thank you.

I left some medicine with her.

Your wife knows what to do.

Sickness and poverty,

we ain't never had
anything better, doc.

You know what, doc,

it ain't right, is it?

All these years

and nothing to show for it?

Give it back, Zeb.

It will never do you any good.

The money is not yours to keep.

Money, what money?

The money you took
from the Utah kid's saddlebags,

Wells Fargo's money.

What are you talking about, doc?

I took no money.

I know how you feel, Zeb.

I once might've done it, too.

Now, Hardie knows.

He'll be coming at you
sooner or later.

Well, that shotgun

won't do you no good, Zeb.

Now, when Hardie comes out,

you'll give him the money.

What money, Zeb?

What was the doctor
talking about?

Nothing that concern him.

STAN: Don't do it, Zeb.

I don't wanna kill you.

Only three of us had a chance

at that money now.

I don't have it

and I know now
that Chris doesn't.

No, no, I won't.

I've never been an
arguing man, Zeb.

I'd hate for her
to have to get hurt.

It's outside.

All right. Now, you stay there

if you know what's good for Zeb.

You first.

All right. Where is it, Zeb?

Or you'd rather I sweat
it out with your wife?

She don't know nothing.

I...

Why?

Why, Zeb?

I thought nobody
would ever know,

but after Doc Howard
talked to me,

I made up my mind
to give it back.

I just wanted
to leave you something,

you and the kids.

Oh, Zeb.

Zeb.

This money belongs
to Wells Fargo, ma'am,

and it's got to go back to them.

But there was a reward

of $1,500 on the Utah kid.

I suppose you're as entitled
to it as the next man.

We part company here, Jim.

You know where you're going?

Rebel's Falls, Wyoming.

Your boy?

Could be.

It's worth a try.

Good luck to you, doc.