All language subtitles for The Rifleman S05E15 Suspicion

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ANNOUNCER: The Rifleman.

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Starring Chuck Connors.

[horses galloping]

What in the name--

What are you doing up there?

I am imbibing from
this bottle of bomb.

Are you in trouble?

A negligible amount.

Well, waiting out here for
help in the middle of nowhere,

you could sit there
the rest of your life.

I figured someone
would pass by this rock.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.

Next mule I have will
drink only water.

Why?

My drunken mule died
of delirium tremens.

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By sheer force of sinew, I
toed that wagon three miles

and then the wheel broke.

What did do you do then?

I selected a large branch,
and I beat that wagon

within an inch of its life.

Well, that makes sense.

What are you going to do now?

Finish this bottle of bomb.

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And then, I may
select a larger branch

and continue to beat
that wagon, or I

may get some smaller branches
and make some new spokes.

Stand back!

I'm going to lower
my drawbridge.

Stand back.

Whoa!

Stand back, son.

No assistance required.

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I'm Lucas McCain, Mr.
This is my son, Mark.

Winslow Quince is the name,
sign painting is the game.

- Hello, Mr. Quince.
- Hmm.

We better take a
look at your wagon.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

[chuckle]

Huh?

All this weight is
what broke your wheel.

Those are my spares.

I figure, whenever a tire wears
through, I just fit one of them

on.

All I got to do is figure
out how to bend it around,

and stick them together.

- Where'd you get them?
- Found them.

Out in the wilderness.

These are railroad tracks.

You better give them
back to the railroad.

Railroad run on
those bits of iron.

Great Scott!

I thought I'd found
the mother lode.

But let's talk about you.

What are you going
to do about my wagon?

Well, first I'm going to get
me a great big tree branch.

Won't work, I've tried it.

It'll work my way.

Come on, son.

Um, Mr. Quince?

Hm?

You ride all around the
country, not even armed?

Unarmed?

Of course I'm armed.

Armed like a one man army,
a veritable fortress,

a light brigade.

Why, challenging Winslow
Quince is tantamount to setting

a sun on the British Empire.

Not a man for hand
guns, prefer a rifle.

Deadlier.
Accurater.

Harder to find.

Ha!

Here's my trusty fowling piece.

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[horse whinnying]

The old devil's gone
into business for herself.

What you are doing?

This instrument
has a hair trigger.

Well, you better, put it away.

You'll scoop this horse
right out from underneath me.

A shattering experience.

And on a day when
I'm particularly

sensitive to noise.

You ought to be
careful about handling

those guns, Mr. Quince.

You've got at a point.

Say, son, would you
slither back into the wagon

and get me another
bottle of bomb?

Right in back, just inside
the tailgate in that box.

Yes, sir.

The best bomb
this side of Gilead.

Why, Mr. Quince,
that's just whiskey.

Mhm.

Don't you be misled
by the label, boy.

I just put that on
the bottles of bomb

to fool the patent thieves,
who are after the formula.

[laughs]

Well, the way you make a
face each time it takes a dose,

it doesn't look
too good tasting.

Horrible.

Absolutely ghastly.

Well then, what's it good for?

The episoadic chill
blanes, moist vapors,

and the galloping clangs.

Uh?

Is any of that catching?

Not until you're old
enough for the bomb.

Proceed.

WINSLOW QUINCE: Mr. McCain,
you have been a friend in need.

My need.

Well, I wouldn't leave
anybody sitting on that rock.

Glad to be of help.

As a gesture in
my appreciation,

I'd like you to accept
this pocket watch, left

me by my great grand daddy.

No, thank you.

You don't owe me a thing.

You are a true gentleman.

I won't insult you by
offering you any money.

Of course not.

However, I have here a
little something for your son.

Whoop-- Now, these
genuine silver

plated spurs were
worn by General Robert

E. Lee at the Boston Tea Party.

For your son, Mark.

It's kind of you, Mr. Quince.

I never used them.

Never straddle a horse.

They were left me by my
great-great granddaddy.

Well, I tell you, Mark
won't waste these on horses.

I'm sure he'll save
them for barn dances.

Couldn't put
them to better use.

Goodbye, Mr. Quince.

And a good day to you, sirrah.

Sirrah.

Goodbye, boy.

MARK MCCAIN:
Goodbye, Mr. Quince.

Lose a horse?

No.

Found a wagon.

Not much good without a horse.

I'll trade you the
wagon for two horses.

Might give you one horse.

I haven't got a saddle.

What in the world would
you do with two horses?

Trade you one horse
for a new wheel,

mounted right here
on this wagon.

But I'd own the wagon.

Well, if I rode out
of here with my horse

pulling my wheel and your
wagon happened to come along,

I couldn't help that, could I?

Say, If you've got any
money, I'm going to enjoy

doing business with you

Well, I have a group of gold
coins as long as your nose.

Well, welcome
to my parlor, sir.

WINSLOW QUINCE: Heh heh.

MICAH: Lucas, boy. and Mark.

Hello, Micah.

How was your trip?

Pretty dull, Micah.

Although we got top price
for our twenty head.

Well, while you two been
duding it up in the big city,

we had use some pretty
good action right

in this neck of the woods.
- Oh?

What happened?

Here.

Here, this just came in.

Know any of those people?

LUCAS MCCAIN: No,
I don't think so.

Who are they?

Well, what concerns me
more is, where they were.

Richard Tucker was
a wealthy rancher

about 100 miles north of here.

He was bush whacked.

They took his watch and money.

The woman was killed
about 15 miles closer.

They robbed her of a
lady's locket watch.

Murdering a woman
just to rob her.

Shebson and was
mending fences on foot.

He was unarmed, didn't have
two dimes to rub together.

They shot him in the back just
for his boots, the only thing

he had on him of any value.

LUCAS MCCAIN: Sounds like
the murderer is working

his way towards North Fork.

MICAH: He's closer than that.

Curtis and Barnes were
working on the railroad gang,

laying track.

They were unarmed.

They were paid off
in newly minted coins

and were on their way to North
Fork to let off a little steam.

That's less than 15 miles
outside of town, Micah.

I don't suppose you met any
strangers along the trail?

The killer was known to
travel right over the route.

Well, we did run
into a stranger,

but I can guarantee
you he didn't kill

anything more than a bottle.

We did see Matt Larson,
though, when we hit Santa Fe.

Matt Larson?

I didn't know he was
back in the territory.

We'll have to send
out a wire on him.

Say, if he's the killer
and turns up around here,

I hope I can hold the people
back long enough for a trial.

It's all I've been
talking about lately.

How about this stranger
you said you met?

A peddler named Quince.

Like I said, he's no
threat to anybody.

MICAH: Well, I'll send out
that wire, and larson him.

Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

Would you water
the horses, son?

Sure, Pa.

WINSLOW QUINCE: Appears
to be satisfactory.

No, let's see.

The agreed on price was $20.

No, the agreed
on price was $30.

$20 for the wheel,
$10 for the horse.

Whew.
Yes.

Yes.
How forgetful of me.

Now in return, I shall
paint you a nice $30 sign.

I see it in new gothic,
or perhaps Old English--

I don't need a sign.

Oh. well then.

Very well.

Come with me.

I have here a selection of
perfectly safe, high grade

iron.

That's railroad steel.

It can be cut
into small portions

and curled into horse shoes.

Horse shoes I've
got, money I haven't.

$30 cash.

Ah.

Here's your money in gold.

It will never bring
you happiness, not if I

have anything to say about it.

10, 20, 30.

Oh, you wouldn't consider
double or nothing?

[spurs jingling]

Something on your mind?

Not exactly.

Pa, those rails in
Mr. Quincy's wagon?

He must've been pretty
close to the railroad.

That railroad runs
pretty close to the trail.

And these spurs, Michael was
saying that that fence mender

didn't have anything,
except in a pair of boots,

he must've been wearing spurs.

Everybody on the
rand wears spurs, Mark.

Yeah, but--

Well, you know that
gun that he showed

us, the one that went off?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, there's another
gun in that wagon.

I saw it.

It's a handgun, Pa.

Mark, do you think
Mr. Quince is a killer?

Well, he could be.

He was there.

And so were we.

Yeah, but he had a reason, Pa.

Why, there was all that money.

Well, you're a pretty close
man with a dollar, yourself.

But why wouldn't he--

Why wouldn't he tell us
anything about that extra gun?

Maybe he heard
about the killings.

Maybe he was thinking
the same things about us

that you're thinking about him.

Aw, do we look like a
couple of bushwhackers?

Bushwhackers don't often
look like bushwhackers, Mark.

Now, come on, a few railroad
tracks, spurs, a gun.

They're all circumstantial,
nothing really positive.

And if there's no
positive evidence,

you've got to look
at the accused man.

You've got to say to
yourself, is he the kind

of a man who'd really do this?

Now you look at Mr. Quince that
we, and forget the evidence.

What do you really
think about him?

Well, like you said, Pa.

He doesn't look much
like bushwhacker.

You mean that's one more
piece of evidence against him?

I'm just repeating your words.

WINSLOW QUINCE: Whoa, boy.

Mrs. Clerk?

Bellman?

Boy?

Boy?

May I help you sir?

Boy!

Boy, you have changed!

Tee-hee.

And I must say it
is for the better.

Whoo-hoo.

(LAUGHING) Is there something
I can do for you, sir?

Ah, Erin go Bragh.

Not of the old side, myself, but
I admire you Irish country-folk

as the makers of bomb.

County Cork bomb
was the finest bomb

in all the land, all the word.

Ah, then it's here
to reminisce, you are?

I'm here to rent a room, I am.

I see a sweet little
something with a nice vista,

something overlooking the cost.

Well, there's the
presidential suite at $2 a day.

I'll take it.

A week will be fine.

In advance.

I see it all, now.

Across the front of your
charming establishment, a $14

sign.

Ah, the sign outside's
only been there two months.

That'll be $14.

A penurious population.

This lady's pocket watch
is worth in excess of $20,

yours for a week's lodging.

$6, three days.

So you doubt the
integrity of Winslow Quince.

Well, feast your eyes on this
genuine twenty-one jeweled

pocket chronometer.

A family heirloom,
worth at least $20.

$8.

$6.

$14.

That'll make out your week.

Tell me one thing, Mr. Quince.

Where did you come
by this watch?

That watch was left me
by a very wealthy gentleman

who roomed with my parents.

And what does
the R.T. Stand for?

Rich tenant?

I suppose you'll be wanting
to see your accommodation?

All in good time.

Could you direct me first
to the local vintner?

That is, the nearest
bomb constructor?

Well, if you'll be having
your bomb a glass at a time,

we said gentlemen here.

I want to buy it in quantity.

It is better to have more and
not need, than to have less

and want.

Well, there's Sweeney's
saloon right down the street.

I go, but I shall return.

He he he.

Hey!

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Welcome home.

It's good to be back with all
that trouble up the trail.

Don't tell me you
worried about me?

It was the bushwhacker
I was worried about.

And were there any pretty
Colleens about in the city?

I don't know, but Mark
said there were quite a few.

Notice anything new?

Where'd you get that?

I did it myself.

You a watch maker now?

I'm talking about
my new hairdo,

what are you talking about?

Talking about
that locket watch.

Oh.

Mr. Quince gave it to
me for a week's lodging.

Why?

Is there anything wrong?

I don't know.

Ooh!

Great Scott!

Why don't you look
where you're going?

I make it a point of
looking directly at the object

towards which I am heading--

Oh.

Sorry Marshall, didn't
notice the little trinket.

Just a minute.

Are you the man that rode in
with Lucas McCain awhile ago?

Fine young men, both of them.

Mm-hmm.

I see now what he meant.

Huh?

You intend to tack that up
without the use of a hammer?

I do.

Why don't you use
the butt of your gun?

The last time I tried that,
the walnut grips come off.

I was unarmed for two days.

Why not use a rock?

Instead of a hammer?

Instead of a gun?

[laughs]

It was quite a mix-up.

The red men scalped
my horse, stole me,

and massacred the Calvary.

I had to cut my way through
a writhing wall of Apaches

with nothing but a paring knife.

I expect that I'd better
have a keg of this bomb, too.

What kind is it?

Red-eye bomb.

Red eye?

Well, I expect to the
larger sense, bomb is bomb.

What's the tot?

$58.

$58?

I can see it now.

You can see what, now?

A $58 sign across the front
of this business establishment,

in Roman style.

No, no, no, no.

I think a fine cursive italic.

North Folk Saloon.

I'll get the paint.

I've got a sign.

This is a cash deal.

I have never run into such
a money grubbing community.

And one that doubted the
power of advertising.

I have here a genuine
gents' diamond

ring, worth in excess of $100.

Take it to your local jeweler
if you don't believe me.

I'll mind the store for you.

MICAH: Richard Tucker,
murdered, known to be missing

a watch and a diamond ring.

Dallas Dorn,
murdered, known to be

missing a lady's locket watch.

Chub Shebson,
murdered, known to be

missing a pair of boots,
and probably the spurs

that go with them.

Now, you belatedly tell me
he had railroad steel, a six

gun, and newly minted coins.

These people were all
murdered by a six gun.

And he must have been near a
rail head to get that steal.

Oh, I know we've got all
kinds of evidence against him,

too much in fact.

I just can't put the man
together as a murder, Micah.

I still think you should
be looking for Matt Larson.

Lucas, must you
always be right

that you'll overlook a whole
multitude of wrongs just

to be sure?

It's not a question
of me being right,

it's all of us being right.

Now you arrest him
for those murders,

the way you say people
feel, what kind of a hearing

is he going to get?

They didn't make just one
locket watch and stop.

And watches bearing
the initials R.T.,

and the diamond ring he
gave Sweeney, the spurs

he gave Mark, what about those?
- That's just it.

Now, why would he
come to a place

not 15 miles from where
he committed the murder

and start throwing
evidence all over town?

Could be, he thought he'd
here ahead of the news.

He took one of these
posters off my bulletin board

to keep it from becoming
public knowledge

Micah's right, he planned
to be away from here

before the facts
caught up with him.

Well Lucas, I guess you want
him to ride out, scott free?

No, I didn't say that, Micah.

But the way you're
talking, there's

no need for a hearing or trial,
you might as well hang him.

Ah.

Good afternoon, Marshall.

Miss.

And you, Mr. McCain.

Ha ha.

It warms my heart to see such
a gathering, representative

the local citizenry.

I see you've collected
the trinkets.

I suggest that you retain them.

I have every reason to believe
that they may constitute

very important legal evidence.

Well, I'm glad you feel
that way about Mr. Quince,

because that puts us all
in complete agreement.

Now, would you like
to make a statement?

I certainly would.

Remove your hands from my body.

What is the meaning of this?

You are under arrest.

Upon what charge?

Murder.

I did not kill that man.

What man?

I am not at liberty to
divulge what man I did not kill.

I will speak only in the
presence of my barrister.

Show me to my room.

I give up, you
talk to him, Lucas.

Now, Quince.

I don't happen to
believe you are guilty,

but you're sure making it
hard to prove my point.

Mr. McCain--
MARK MCCAIN: Micah!

Micah, come here!

If I confide in
you McCain, will you

promise to turn over
to me any monies

that may be forthcoming
from this information.

- Agreed.
- All right.

I know all about
the bushwhacker.

know all about
the bushwhacker?

I--
MICAH: Lucas!

Lucas!

Pyrite here just come in
with Matt Larsen's body.

He found the wallets of two
of the murder victims on him.

So I guess that clears it up.

Larson was the bushwhacker.

He said, your
money or your life.

And that's when I
decided to shoot him.

[inaudible] That
gentleman is a brazen liar.

I personally
dispatched that rogue.

You didn't even see the
body, how do you know?

Why, I discovered
those two wallets

when I went through the
pockets of the bushwhacker.

I didn't know he was then.

So you shot him?

No, sir.

I was unable to find my
fowling piece in time.

Well, if he didn't shoot
him, how'd you kill him?

And how do you explain
that bullet hole in him?

He rode into my camp,
attempting to burglarize me.

Well, some time back, the lock
on my strongbox rusted away,

and I put a tiny
little rattlesnake

inside, sort of as a sentry.

Friendly little
fellow, unless riled.

Well, that blaggard
thrust his hand inside,

and the little chap took
a nibble, right in a vein.

We discussed it until he died.

I, then, did lift certain
of his personal effects,

in order to lighten his load
to the happy hunting ground.

And two miles from that spot,
a wheel departed my wagon.

And that gentleman,
there, is a knave.

That ain't the truth.

I shot that feller,
and I want the award.

You didn't bury Larson?

I was devoid of a
shovel at the time.

That minor thief probably
came upon the dead body,

and shot it in
order to completely

enhance the fabrication.

Was there any blood
about the wound?

He's right Lucas,
dead bodies don't bleed.

Now, why did you take that
poster off my bulletin board?

Well, when I
realized who he was,

naturally I lusted
after the reward.

Well, he might have been a
little dead when I shot him.

But I earned that $500
reward, I brought him in.

That body on that
jackass belongs to me.

As surely as night follows day.

Lucas.

Lucas, what do you think?

I don't know.

They're both taking
liberties with the facts.

Well, they're both
out for the reward.

Maybe I-- Maybe I'd
better split it.

I don't think there's
anything else you can do.

Yeah.

Ah, Marshall.

I knew that I could
depend on you to uphold

the principles of justice.

I knew you wouldn't be swayed.

Say, how do you cut
a notch in a snake?

PYRITE: I brought
in that killer.

He was a victim of a snake
to which I hold clear title.

MICAH: Now, listen
here, you two.

There's a reward, and
you're both going to split

it, and be happy about it.

Or you'll share this jail cell.

What do you do for a living?

I am sole owner and
operator of a gold mine.

That Peyote Princess.

Say that again.

The Peyote Princess.

Peyote Princess.

Oh, I can see it all now.

See what?

A $250 sign across
the landscape.

The Peyote Princess.

Py-- what's your full name?

Pyrite Rand.

Pyrite Rand.
Prop.

Prop?

I spell it all out!

Proprietor.

Oh, what a sight!

People will come from miles
around merely to gape.

The eighth wonder of the world!

Oh what a sign I
will paint for you!

What color paint?

Think there's much of a
future in sign painting, pa?

You thinking of taking it up?

Oh, I don't know.

Mr. Quince has made
$500 in one day at it.

Don't be carried away
by the glamour, boy.

Sometimes I'll go two, even
three days without making $500.

What in tarnation is that?

Bastille.

Named after a very famous
French [inaudible].

Needs one more touch.

[laughter]

Sign painters should never
step back to admire his work.

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