All language subtitles for The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. - 01x12 - Crystal Hawks

My eyes
aren't that close together.

Brisco.

Hello, Krell.

You need a hide tanned?

No, just
some information.

Big Smith.
About what?

Big Smith is dead.

He's not
and you know it.

Now, two nights ago
I saw Big Smith
kill a man,

and I got blamed for it.

Now there's a price
on my head

and I need to find him
to clear my name.
Now, where is he?

I thought I was going crazy.

I mean, Big Smith alive.

Bigger than life.

Actually,
not quite so big.

I mean, he'd slimmed down.

But he wanted a horse
and some food.

Where was he going?

Deadwood. He said he had
some kind of business

with the--
with the bank.

He said I could have
my horse back.

It was funny.

I mean, he was acting
like he cared for me

as an individual.

That's very unusual
for Big.

Brisco County, Jr.,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Sherman Paulson.

Hey! Whoa!

Watch where you're going.

Are you in trouble?Big trouble.

Get over here.

You seen a good-looking
fella in a brown coat
run by here?

I wish.

This is no joke, ma'am.

We're looking for
a murderer. You be careful.

I will.

Alright.
You can come out now.

They're gone.

Thank you.

My pleasure, Mr. County.

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

Then again, so does
every bounty hunter

west of the Colorado.

The name's
Crystal Hawks.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Quit squirming around.

I'm just trying
to get comfortable.

Prisoners
don't get comfortable,

so knock it off.

Now, you and me

are going to get
the rules straight.

Rule number one--
you call me Miss Hawks.

Not Crystal, baby, darling,
ma'am, hey there, or honey.

You got that?

Alright, Miss Hawks,

but you don't seem to
understand something.

I'm innocent.

Yeah, yeah.
Your life story's
your own business.

I could care less.

That's rule number two.

So, Miss Hawks,
how long you been
a bounty hunter?

Rule number three--

you ain't hearing
my life story, either.

Rule number four--
try chains.

They work better
than ropes.

[WHISTLE]
Come here, Comet.

Crystal, darling,
hey there, baby, ma'am.

Best of luck to you,
honey.

Hyah!

[NEIGHS]

No, there's no bounty
on you.

Big Smith?

It can't be.

Mr. Smith, $40,000.

That is my last offer.

You embezzled
three times that amount

from the Mercy House
account.

I want it all back.

You want it all back?

Mr. Smith, you are in
no position to negotiate.

That's where
you're wrong.

I've got powers
that make that gun
meaningless.

You're crazy as a loon.

Am I?

What...what are you...

what are you doing? No!

Alright. Hold it.
County.

I thought
you were dead, Big.

No. I was just in Reno.

I can't do that.Hands up.

[SCREAMS]

I know what
you're thinking,

but you're wrong.

The man who did this
is getting away.

I have to go.

[NEIGHS]

Yeah, tell me about it.

My whole life,
I've always worked alone.

Always told myself

a partner
was twice the trouble

for half the return.

Not to mention,
I just bought myself a house

and I'm trying
to remodel it.

We got a tip that
Paulson was skimming funds

from his own banks.

We asked Brisco
to follow him.

So I partner up
with Brisco, and

what's the first
thing that happens?

He runs off
on his own

and gets a bounty
stuck on his head.

Some partner.

It was an extremely
confidential matter, Bowler.

In fact, it predated
your arrangement.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, well, I don't need
the aggravation.

Well,
Brisco needs our help.

He is no murderer.

I don't care how credible
the witnesses are.

Well, It really
don't matter, Poole.

With a $50,000 reward,
courtesy of Paulson's
holding company,

every bounty hunter
in five states

is going to be gunning
for him,

and they're gonna
shoot first and
ask questions later.

That's why we've got
to find him first, Bowler.

We?

That's right. You and I.

You're gonna track him down,

and I'm going
to convince him
to come in

so I can defend him.

I don't need
this aggravation.

Brisco:
Oh. Holson's Bank.

Keep working.

I want that door
back on by tonight.

Ah, Mr. Sandstedt,
the bank manager,

I presume.

John Bly.

You're too late.

There's nothing left
to rob.

I'm just here for a chat.

What do you want?

Details.

Hold it!

You look familiar.

Do I know you?

Uh...no. I just have
that kind of face.

Are you an
account holder here?

No, ma'am.

Then this is
your lucky day.

Open an account,

and you get a free
branding iron.

Very fancy, but
weren't you just robbed?

Yesterday. It's making
my job impossible.

What happened?

Well, it was
the scariest thing
I ever saw.

One man came in

and he tore
the vault door open

with his bare hands.
I mean--

Mmm!

Who did this to you?

John Bly.

John Bly?
Are you sure?

I know
who John Bly is.

What did he want?

Who are you?

I'm the bounty hunter
who's gonna catch him.

Now, please tell me.

He wanted details
on the robbery.

What'd you tell him?

He got real interested
when I told him

that the stolen gold
had been recovered

from a soup kitchen
in San Francisco.

The thief gave it all away
to the poor.

The Mercy House?

Yes. They contacted us
this morning

and said
they had our gold

and wanted to return it.

Thank you very much.

Rule number five--

never underestimate
a man's love for his horse.

[WHINNY]

Thanks for the suggestion
about the chains.

Listen to me.
I didn't kill anybody.

Uh-huh.

I'm looking
for the real killer.

His name is Big Smith.

John Bly's
after him, too.

Bly? What does Bly
want with him?

Big's got this
supernatural strength,

and John Bly wants
to get his hands
on that power.

And how exactly did Big get
this supernatural strength?

The orb?
From the orb.

That's right. The orb.

It's a...
well, it's a...

It's a long story.

Desperate ones
usually are.

The sheriff said
Brisco was spotted.

They chased him--

Oh, you found Comet.

That should give us
a good lead.

Yeah, we're going
to need one.

What's wrong?

Mountain McClain.

Bounty hunter
out of the Rockies.

Is he good?

Know why
they call him Mountain?

'Cause when he finds you,

it's like having one
dropped on your head.

Your business is nothing
if not colorful, Bowler.

Uh-oh.

What now?

Gentleman Jim Conner
out of Dodge.

What is this,
a bounty hunter's
convention?

May as well be.

Everybody's sniffing
a hot trail.

This is going to be fun.

Mmm. This is good...

except you may have confused
the flour and the salt.

Remember, if
I brought you
in dead,

I wouldn't have
to feed you at all.

Alright, well,
it wasn't that bad.

Tough.

[CLICKS]

El Gato.

Senorita Hawks, it's
a pleasure seeing you again.

The pleasure's
all yours.

Who's he?El Gato?

Brisco, you got
to keep up with
the competition.

El Gato here
is famous...

for only bringing in the
heads of his bounties.

Oh, great.

Well, maybe now's
a good time

to get
these chains off, huh?

No need.

I will behead
your prisoner now.

Hey!
Feel free to try.

You're too kind.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Eat dirt!

Rule number six--

the biggest gun
usually wins.

Now, I have a feeling

you'll wiggle out of this
before he does,

but just in case,
I've disarmed him.

I'm going
to kill you, County.

What are you
so mad about?

I'm leaving your horse
and your wagon.

Next time you see me,

it's going to be
the last thing
you ever see.

Ooh, I'm sensing
some hostility here.

This is for El Gato.

You know, Crystal,
you're one heck
of a fighter,

but your cooking
does need a little work.

Adios.

Friend, I can see
that you're in need,

and a friend in need
is a friend indeed.

My name is Marvin Lee.

Look, I don't want
to be hustled.

I just want to buy
a good horse.

Well, I don't know
if I can help you,

'cause here
at Marvin Lee's,

good is not good enough.

Nope. The only thing
that gets out of
this corral is great--

great horses,
great prices, great deals,

and grateful customers.

So, if you're looking
for great, then great.

But if you're looking
for good, well, good luck.

Just show me
what you got.

Well, how about
this fine sorrel?

Previously owned
by my mother.

Only rode her
to church and back,

and she wasn't much
of a churchgoer.

You mind if I check
under the lips?

Why, sure.

No. I was looking
for something
a little more--

Bigger. Better.
Stronger.

Younger.

How about this gal?

This young filly
goes by the name
of Easy,

'cause
that's how it is
to love her--easy.

Alright. What do
you want for her?

A happy life and
an owner who'll love her

till she's the sticky
part of an envelope.

Alright.
I'll give you 20 bucks.

You got to throw in
a set of saddle blankets.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Those little hairs
growing inside my ears

are getting thick.

I thought you said 20.

22.
27.

25.
23.

23.95.

Sold!

God, I love
this business.

Big Smith's brother,
I presume?

Bly.

You know me.

My brother
worked for you.

That's right.

Big's leading
a clean life now.

He doesn't need you
anymore.

Please stay away
from him.

He is in possession
of a certain object

known as the orb,
is he not?

Yes. He's learned
how to harness
its power.

Where is Big?

Seventh Cavalry
caught him.

He's being held
under heavy guard
in Cunningham.

You're too late.

Seventh Cavalry.

Why, thank you, Harold.

You've been a very big help.

County!

Hey, look out!

Come here, Bly!

Gotcha!

That's Bly! Look!

God, it is!

Watch it. Hey!
Hey, mister!

Hey--hey!
Whoa!

Nice shot.

My mother always said
I was musically inclined.

Oh, come on.

Bly or no Bly, you're
still my prisoner.

Crystal!
Miss Hawks.

Every second
we stand here

Bly's getting
further away from us

and closer
to Big Smith.

I'd love to know
how any of that's
my problem.

Let me tell you
what your problem is.

You think too small.

You're standing here
right in front of
a map to Bly

and you don't even see it.

Map? What map?

Me! I knew Bly
would be here, didn't I?

Yeah.

And I know where
he's going to go next.

Look, he wants to
get to Big Smith
even more than I do,

and he's following
the same trail.

So let's just team up
and bag him.

What do you
need me for?

Because if I have
to keep fighting you off,

Bly's going to get
to Big Smith first.

If I take you in?

Well, then you're going
to miss out on

your million dollar bounty.

Just give me
24 hours, Crystal.

You might also note that
I just saved your life.

You mean that shot?

Yeah, that shot.

Well, it wasn't bad.

But it's nothing
I haven't done
with a bad hangover

in 30 different
dive towns across
the West.

Oh, is that right?

That's exactly right.

I used to be
a trick shooter
in a Wild West show.

Never did think of
using a piano, though.

Alright, Brisco,
you got a deal.

So where're
we going next?

Big Smith
was just captured
by the Seventh Cavalry.

They're stationed
outside of Cunningham.

Come on.
Come on, you nag.

Get up, you--
for crying out loud.

Just as well
you can shoot

'cause you sure
as heck can't ride.

We should have
been here hours ago.

Well, we would have been,
except Easy here
doesn't seem to know

the difference between
trotting and sleeping.

You should have
stole yourself
a decent horse.

I didn't steal her,
I bought her.

You bought her?

Yeah. If you're real
nice to me,

when this is all over,
I'll give her to you.

So...what next?

Now, look over there.

That's
the records office.

We got to
get in there

and find out where
they've got Big Smith.

How?

Well, I've got a plan,

but, uh, you're
going to hate it.

Come on,
aren't you ready yet?

You could've
at least stolen me
a decent dress.

Hey, hey, hey.
I checked four
different clothes lines

before I picked that one.

Come on.
Let me look.

I'm not ready yet.

Brisco.

Bowler,
how'd you find me?

We tracked you.

Soc!

Ha! And Comet.

By the way, that's
one lemon of a horse
you've been riding.

I don't want
to go into it.

Brisco,
as your attorney,

I'm here to advise
you to surrender.

There is nothing
in this fugitive
existence

but mindless violence,
suffering and--and--

oh!

And some
mighty fine ladies.

I don't believe this.

I've been tracking
my fingers to the bone

thinking
you needed my help,

for free, by the way,
and what do I find?

You making
play in the hay.

I'm thinking real
serious about collecting

that $50,000 bounty
on your head.

Don't think too hard.
He's mine.

Hold on, now.
Calm down.

I'm a little
confused here, lady.

He's your what?

Oof!

Bowler, meet Crystal--

Hawks.

Got to be.

No other girl
named Crystal
this side of Atlanta

can hit that hard.

And you're Lord Bowler.

[GROANS]

May I introduce myself
without resorting
to violence?

I'm Socrates Poole,

and I'm taking
Mr. County back to
San Francisco with me.

Not a chance,
pasty face.

Hey, now,
let's all be friends.

What in Sam Hill
is going on?

Bowler, we
need a big distraction.

And you may be
just the added ingredient

we need to pull it off,

especially the big part.

So what are you, Bowler,

like, uh,
about a 46...

extra long?

Huh?

Oh, she can dance, too.

You're not
so bad yourself.

Would you get
mad if I told you
you looked pretty?

No. You're not so hard
to look at, either.

Ooh, now,
wait a minute.

Was that
a compliment there?

Maybe.

You know, Brisco,

I've never met anyone
quite like you before.

Oh, likewise.

Rule number...whatever--

never judge a book
by its cover.

Oh, hey,
there he is.

Come on.
You're not going
to want to miss this.

Ten-hut!

I am Colonel Bowler,

commanding officer
of the 19th Regiment.

I've been
invited down here
by Colonel--[MUMBLES]--

your commanding officer.

As well as
the general staff,
of course.

What are you men
doing up here on this
porch drinking liquor?

Sir, there's
a party
going on.

Do you think
I'm blind, soldier?

No, sir!

Then you know
that I can see

that there's
a party going on
over there, not up here.

Now, get off
your lazy butts,

get out there,
and find yourselves
some women!

Sir,
I don't think--

Did I ask you
for a response?

No, sir!
Move!

Colonel. Heh heh.

I could get
used to this.

Ooh!
Sorry.

I didn't feel a thing.

Okay...

Transfer orders...

Taken to
Sacramento warehouse.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Hey! Hey, you!

You distracted me
from my post.

Hold it
right there, honey.

Don't you ever

call me

honey!

Yah! Come on, Crystal!

Locked.

Well, this doesn't
look like any kind

of government building
I've ever seen.

Why would they
be holding Big Smith in
an abandoned warehouse?

Hey, Bowler,
boost me up.

I think
I can get in
through that window.

What do you mean,
boost you up?

Why don't you
boost me up?

Because you're
a lot taller than
I am, for one,

and it was my idea,
for another.

Look,
she's the lightest.

Why don't we
boost her up?

Delighted.

Oh, Bowler,
you're so obvious.

Step right on up,
darling.

Why, thank you.

Oh, he can get away
with darling?

He's the one
doing the boosting.

Seven card draw,
one-eyed jacks
and 7s wild.

Ante up!

Where's Big Smith?

Never heard of him.

You're
Brisco County, Jr.

You're
wanted for murder.

Crystal,
get his keys.

Wait, don't open that.

Do you realize what
kind of potential danger
he represents?

Big Smith
is the one man

who can prove I didn't
kill Sherman Paulson.

I understand
your problem,
Mr. County,

but we have
a higher priority
mission here.

Not from where I stand.
Alright,

tie them up
and keep your eyes
on them.

I'm going to talk
to Big Smith alone.

It's about time
you got here, County.

You were expecting me?

I sensed you
from the moment you
walked in the building.

Do me a favor.
Turn the electricity
off, will you?

It's giving me
a headache.

Trust me.

What are they
doing with you, Big?

They're storing me here
until tomorrow.

Take me by train
to Washington, D.C.,

where I'm sure
they have plans
to study me up and down.

What happened to you?

It was you, Brisco.

I have you to thank.

You're the one
who gave me the orb.

Don't you remember?

It was six months ago.

Aah!

Aah!

Giving you the orb
isn't exactly how I would
have described it, Big.

Yet, that was
the end result.

The orb allowed me
to survive, Brisco.

More importantly,
I'm a changed man.

So I heard.

But first,

I want to
apologize to you

for my part in the
killing of your father.

I'm deeply sorry.

And I'm asking,
with all humility,

for your forgiveness.

You also killed
Sherman Paulson.

Why should
I forgive you?

I'm a changed man.

I've spent the last
six months harnessing
the power of the orb.

True, I made Paulson
turn the gun on himself,

but he's the one
who pulled the trigger.

Straining to fight me,

he killed himself.

What about the bank?

Paulson was in charge
of the investments
for the Mercy House.

He embezzled
their money.

I robbed that bank
to repay my brother.

You know Paulson
was skimming.

You were investigating
that yourself.

That's why you
were there that night.

That...

and your destiny

with the orb.

What destiny?

To keep the orbs
out of John Bly's hands.

You know there
are only two left.

One is in
Professor Coles' hands.

These geniuses
have the other.

Fortunately, they have
no idea how to use it.

But you,
on the other hand,

already possess
the power of the orb,

and you
don't even know it.

The easiest thing
in life, Brisco,

is to be consumed by
your fear and hatred.

Do that with the orb
and you'll be destroyed.

If you can let
these emotions go,
push them aside,

have faith,

then the power of
the orb can be yours.

Well, I'm flattered
that somebody thinks

I've got this great,
important destiny, Big,

but what does that mean?

What are the orbs?
Where're they from?
What's their purpose?

They were sent here
from the future.

The future?

Why?

In the proper hands,
they can aid in the
advancement of mankind.

I wish for once

somebody would give me
a straight answer
about this orb.

Brisco.

Oh, Crystal...

Meet Big Smith.

Big, Crystal Hawks.

My pleasure, sister.

Bly's here, Brisco,

in the warehouse.

Get the orb.
It's out there
in a crate,

the one marked "x."

What's going on?

Find a crate
marked with an "x."

The orb's inside.

You need to quit messing
with that orb thing,
Brisco.

I should have stayed
in San Francisco,

worked on a new tile
for my kitchen.

Alright, now.
Spread out.

Keep your eyes open
for Bly.

Bly?

Oh, this is getting
more interesting
by the minute.

Whoa!Whoa!

Ahh!

Finally,

the end, County.

Maybe for you.

Hold it!

You're full
of surprises,
aren't you, Bly?

Always.

Good-bye, County.

Ahh! Ahh!

Did you get him?

I got him.

Brisco!

Hiya, John.
How you doing?

Big. Quick,
grab the orb.

No, no, no.

You got me
confused with a guy

who used
to work for you.

I came all this way
just to set you free.

You don't get it.

I'm not ruled
by my fear anymore, John.

I don't need you.

Then, let me go.

No.

It's over, Bly.

You got him.

Soc, better go
untie the guards.

Right.

I appreciate
your help, Big,

but I'm afraid
I'm going to have
to bring you in, too.

I understand.
It's part of my destiny.

I'll clear your name,
Brisco,

and I'll do
whatever penance
I have to do.

Brisco, the guards and
the orb--they're gone.

I'm not surprised.

John Bly,

you're under arrest

for the murder
of my father--

Marshal
Brisco County, Sr.

So, this is
where you live.

Yeah, when I'm here.

Yeah, he rents
a room upstairs.

I, on the other hand,
own my own home,

and I'm thinking
about adding on.

[POPS]

Ahh, I love it
when it does that.

Soc...

Crystal...

Well, here's
to walking the streets
a free man again.

To bagging
John Bly.

To my half of
my partner's half
million dollars.

Here's to you, Brisco.
You did it.
You got John Bly.

How, how.

You should have
partnered up
with me sooner.

Could have saved
yourself some time.

Yeah, right, Bowler.

So, Soc,
what about the orb?

The government
denies any knowledge
that it even exists.

Which means it's
locked up someplace.

So, let me
get this straight.

You felt
some kind of force

that let you
throw Bly off,

and then it
just went away?

That's about it.

So, you still
got this force?

No.

But you will let me
know if it comes back,
won't you?

You do believe me,
don't you?

Oh, yeah, sure.

So, Brisco,

what now, huh?

What's
next for you?

Well, who knows?

Give me a couple of days
to get restless,

and maybe something
will come to mind.

So, what about you?

You gonna be
sticking around?

Nah, this isn't my place.

I'm going back
out on the road.

I learned
something from you.

What's that?

It's not the money,
it's the challenge.

Just one thing
before I go.

What?

Just had to see what
that was like, just once.

See you around, huh?

Damn!

Well put.

Ahem.
To Crystal Hawks...

May she always
get her man.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah! What is it?

Brisco?

There was an accident.

The wagon transporting
Bly and Big Smith
to the federal prison

overturned.

Big Smith was not
impervious to bullets.

He was shot by Bly
and killed.

And then...

Bly escaped.