All language subtitles for Alias.Smith.and.Jones.S01E05

(GUN FIRING)

Let's get out of here!

Good idea. What'll
we use for a horse?

All right, you,
get off of there.

It's me they want, so just do as
you're told and you'll be all right.

Hey, don't I know
you from someplace?

I should hope not.

No, Mike, no, wait!

(GUN FIRING)

NARRATOR: Hannibal
Heyes and Kid Curry,

the two most successful
outlaws in the history of the West.

And in all the trains
and banks they robbed,

they never shot anyone.

This made our two latter-day
Robin Hoods very popular

with everyone but the
railroads and the banks.

CURRY: There's one
thing we gotta get, Heyes.

HEYES: What's that?

CURRY: Out of this business.

LOM: The governor can't come
flat out and give you amnesty now.

First, you gotta
prove you deserve it.

Ah, so all we have to do
is just stay out of trouble

till the governor figures
we deserve amnesty.

But in the meantime,
we'll still be wanted.

LOM: Well, that's true.

Till then, only you, me and
the governor will know about it.

It'll be our secret.

CURRY: I sure wish the governor
would let a few more people

in on our secret.

NARRATOR: Alias Smith and Jones,

starring Pete Duel
and Ben Murphy.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Now let's see the letter.

Colonel Harper gave
you this personally?

That's right. Describe him.

About your height. Gray hair,
thin. Got a mole right here.

And eyes like a couple
of slugs from a .45.

Have a seat, boys.

Now, this job has changed
since you fellas first took it.

Oh, how?

It's gotten dangerous.

BOTH: Dangerous?

That's right.

Well, carrying $50,000
400 miles is a little risky.

No, the word is dangerous.

People around here
know that I withdrew that

money out of the
bank just as it closed.

And depressions have a
way of turning people mean.

Did you see anyone across
the street when you rode up?

Yeah, a couple of fellas
walking down that way.

This office has been watched
night and day for the past five days.

The place was entered and
searched just the other night.

Mmm-hmm. I see what
you mean by "dangerous."

If they tried to open it,
they didn't get very far.

The money is still in there.

Yeah. Maybe we ought to
head out of here right now.

No, not now. Come back
at 3:00 in the morning.

Come to this door,

when I answer, tap five times.

Now you boys sure that you
want to go through with this?

Yeah. Why not?

Why not?

The Colonel must be paying
you two a pretty sizeable fee.

No. But the Colonel
does know the Governor

and we're hoping to do some important
business with the Governor later this year.

I see. I hope the job
will be worth it for you.

I wouldn't take it
even for the Governor.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

CURRY: Well, good evening, sir.

(MAN GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

Who is it?

Did you have any trouble?

Yeah, there's a
guy tied up outside.

I knew they'd be watching.

What're you doing?

You boys have got some money
to count, you can't count in the dark.

Then you should've
had it turned up all along.

I'm sorry. You're right.

I'm a lawyer, I'm not used to sneaking
money out of town in the dead of night.

Well, it can't be
helped now, let's move.

What's up? Something's
going on over there!

BRIGGS: The lamp, it
was turned up, just now.

Go tell Mike.

I'll want you both
to sign a receipt

that I delivered
$50,000 over to you.

Start counting, I don't want
you to take that amount on faith.

What do you got?

Twenty-three thousand.

It's all here, $50,000.

Okay.

Somebody's in there, huh?

Who's watching the
back door? Brewster.

And I sent Breen back there
to make sure he's awake.

All right. Sign that
receipt and get going.

Wait.

Good luck to both
of you. You'll need it.

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(DOOR OPENING)

BREEN: Those two
guys just high-tailed it.

CURRY: Okay, Heyes! Good
luck and give 'em a good chase!

HEYES: Remember, that
isn't $50,000, it's our amnesty!

(SNAPPING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

There's nothing on
either one of these horses.

Where'd you drop
off your partner?

Partner?

(GRUNTS)

Where'd you drop your partner?

I guess I'm gonna
have to tell you...

We had another horse stashed
in town, tied up in an alley.

He switched over to that one.

(GRUNTING)

MIKE: You're a liar.

You rode in on two
horses, them two.

The stable man's
a friend of mine,

he'd have told me if you'd
got yourself another one.

Are you gonna tell
me where he is?

I'm sure gonna
give it some thought.

All right.

He's hiding out on a
farm just outside the town.

Whose farm?

Man named Johnson.

Breen, you ever hear of a farmer
named Johnson around here?

It's a nice, common
name, but it won't work.

There ain't no farmer
named Johnson around here.

All right. I'm gonna give you
one more opportunity to tell me.

Then I use this and leave
you out here for the coyotes.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(CLATTERING)

Mike.

(WHISPERS) That
whistle tell you anything?

Yeah. A freight's
pulling out. So what?

Well, if a man knew
that ahead of time,

he wouldn't need a horse
to get out of town. Right?

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

ANNABELLE: he wanted
so much to marry me.

He simply begged and pleaded,

said we'd go to Europe
on our honeymoon.

And visit all the art
galleries, the Louvre,

big cathedrals and all the wonderful
foreign things that they have over there.

I'll admit I was tempted.

Father always promised
he'd take me there.

But he's been so busy
with his financial dealings

that I just know it'll never
happen if I wait for him.

This fellow, what was his name?

Reggie.

Reginald Vandemeter,
to be exact.

Comes from a New England
family. One of the Four Hundred.

The Four Hundred what?

It's easy to see you don't
know very much about society.

I guess not.

What I was getting at, though, was
why didn't you want to marry him?

Because I didn't love him.

That's the only reason there
can be for a person like me.

How old are you?

Twenty-one.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

What're you doing so
far from Philadelphia?

I felt stifled.

I wanted adventure
and excitement.

To meet people, the
common people, you know.

Riding around in freight cars,
you can meet a lot of them all right.

Wouldn't taking a passenger
train do just about as well?

But anybody can do that.

I believe deeply that a girl
should have authentic experience

before she gets
married and settles down.

Don't you agree?

That's the only kind
to have, authentic.

You got any special
destination in mind?

I thought I'd try San Francisco.

It has the kind of hotels
that I'm accustomed to,

and the gourmet restaurants.

I just love gourmet.

You wouldn't happen to have a gourmet
sandwich or two in that bag, would you?

Now surely you don't expect me
to carry food around in my baggage.

When's the last time you ate?

Yesterday.

When yesterday?

Morning.

You sit there starving to death
and I got to pry it out of you.

I guess I'll just never
understand you society folks.

You're making fun of me.

I never make fun of people
on an empty stomach.

MIKE: Are you telling us that's
the first stop that freight makes?

She stops all right, for coal,
for water, or to pick up freight.

But them's only way stations.
They got no telegraph office.

How many stops?
And for how long?

Six, seven. Now, they pick up
cattle, that can be a long layover.

How many times they
do that? Pick up cattle?

Twice, I think.

(METALLIC CLINKING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

What's that?

The shack.

The what?

The brakeman.

Now, if you'll expect to
steal rides on freight cars

you're gonna have
to learn the language.

What are we stopping for?

Probably for water. Or coal.

Coal?

It's for the engine.

You burn coal and
it heats the water.

The water turns into steam. The
steam makes the wheels go around.

When the wheels go
around... The train moves.

My, you certainly know
a lot of interesting things.

It's the mark of the
common man, Annabelle.

Good, we're stopping for water.

Now that'll give me a
chance to get us some food.

I saw some farm
houses out there.

And when I hop off, you close
the door, but watch for me.

The second I get back,
open that door fast.

'Cause if they catch me, we
both got to do a lot of walking.

All right?

All right.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Thirty-five, forty.

You just bought yourself
a good horse, mister.

I said when I woke up this
morning, this was gonna be my day.

You know, in case you're
interested, I call her Princess.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

CURRY: Annabelle?

Am I glad to see you.

Are you talking
to me, or to that?

Oh! To you, Annabelle.
Are you all right?

I am not!

I'm tired and I'm hungry
and I've walked for miles.

And I'm cold!

What made you decide
to get off the train?

I figured that the only way I
was going to find anything to eat

was to find you.

Besides, with you gone that
freight car seemed awfully lonely.

So, when it slowed
down I jumped off.

Where is it?

Where's what?

What you went after. Food.

Didn't you find any?

Annabelle, I'm sorry. I ate it.

All of it?

Afraid so.

Well, then just
find me some more!

After all I went
through to find you...

Part of my job's to
check out the empties.

I just finished going through every
one of 'em no more than 10 minutes ago.

You seen anyone jump off the
train since you left North Rim?

No.

A fella tried to get on.

Back where we made a water stop.

Only he didn't make it.

You might say I kind
of changed his mind.

Come to think of it now,

he did look something like
the man you're talking about.

(WIND HOWLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who's out there?

CURRY: Would like
to talk to you, mister.

What about? And who are you?

ANNABELLE: Let us in, please.

I hate disturbing you folks,

but we hoped that maybe you might
have some food you could sell us.

What're you doing way
out here this time of night?

Well, we... We were on our...

We're on our honeymoon.

(STUTTERING) And the buggy
broke down and the wheel broke

and we just had the one horse.

(CRIES)

You poor dear!

And on your honeymoon, too!

You come right in to the
fire and get warmed up

while I make you some hot soup.

Well, just don't stand there,
young feller. Come on in.

We reckon we can get some
grub for you and your wife.

Thank you.

ANNABELLE: I
simply can't get over

how gracious you and your
husband have been to us.

So American, you know.

It'll make such a
fascinating story

to tell our children,
won't it, dear?

We expect to
have three. At least.

I suppose your children are all
grown and married now, huh?

Minerva and me
never had any children.

It might be... We've been
spared a lot of heartache.

Well, excuse me.

Well, I'd guess we
ought to be getting on.

You'll do no such thing.

John, this young man's
talking about leaving!

The very idea! Wanting to
take your poor wife traveling

in the middle of
a freezing night.

We won't hear of it, will we?

JOHN: They're spending
the night right here.

It's not that we're ungrateful,
Mrs. Lambert, you see, but...

No, dear.

If you think that I'm going
to get back on that horse

on a night like this,
you just don't know me,

dear.

JOHN: Well, that's settled.

We don't have a room
for you here in the house,

let me fix up a nice snug
place for you in the barn,

with a couple of blankets
and a lot of hay for a mattress.

Just come along with me.

Where is it?

What?

Saddlebags. I left
them by the door.

Oh, I put 'em away. In the hall
closet, with your wife's things.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lambert.

Honeymoon's do have a way
of making people a little nervous.

And I guess as long as
we're gonna stay here

I might as well
go get our things.

(DOGS BARKING)

(WIND HOWLING)

It's better than riding
in the cold and the dark

on that bony old horse of yours.

Well, you don't hear me
complaining about it, do you?

Well, I wouldn't
have insisted we stay

if I wasn't sure I
could trust you.

Good for you.

Well, not up to what you'll
get in San Francisco, I guess,

but the price is right.

Thank you.

Come on, crawl in before
I turn out the lantern.

You society folks always
sleep with your shoes on?

I'm afraid I don't have your
knowledge of living like a hobo.

You wanted authentic
experience. Well, you're getting it.

(GRUNTING)

(SHIVERING)

(COYOTES HOWLING)

Try and relax, Annabelle.

It takes a little
getting used to.

I am relaxed!

(COYOTES HOWLING)

I'm freezing.

Okay, get your
blanket and crawl in.

I don't want you to
think for one minute...

I'm not thinking
anything. Get in.

It's just that I'm cold.

So was I.

Glad you and your
blanket decided to join me.

I wouldn't dream of doing
anything like this if I wasn't.

Cold, I mean.

Of course you wouldn't.

I just wanted you to know.

I know!

You all right now?

Yes.

Annabelle? What?

You're quite a
liar, you know that?

Well, you saw how they looked
at us when they opened the door.

If I hadn't said that
we were married

they wouldn't even
have let us in the house.

I know that. I'm talking about
everything else you've said.

It takes a first rate memory to
be a really good liar, Annabelle.

You aren't equipped for it.

Well, it wasn't all lies.

I just like to
exaggerate a little,

for the sake of
interesting conversation.

You know what really
would interest me?

What?

Knowing what you're
really running away from.

Oh.

And where you're really going.

Why, I told you
the honest truth.

I'm running away
from getting married.

To Reginald Vandemeter,
of the Four Hundred.

Well. Not exactly.

And where are you really going?

To my father.

The financier.

Well, not exactly.

But he is a gentleman,

and an authentic aristocrat.

A man of leisure and
good manners and style.

Like letting you ride
around on freight trains.

Style all right.

But he doesn't know that I'm
coming to see him, to live with him.

Are you sure you can find him?

Oh, sure. He lives in Kingsburg.

Kingsburg?

Well, what's so surprising
about living in Kingsburg?

Oh, nothing, except
that's where I'm headed.

Really?

Maybe you know my father.

His name is DeCourcey Considine.

No, I'm afraid not, Annabelle.

I'm only going to
Kingsburg on business.

We'll be together all
the way then, won't we?

I won't let you out of my sight.

Suddenly I feel very
warm and happy,

and sleepy.

Good.

I was a little afraid
you might talk all night.

Good night, Annabelle.

Here we are, like this, and I
don't even know your name.

It's Jones.

And you called me a liar.

The world is full of
people named Jones.

Yeah, I guess it is.

And I'm glad I met one of
them. Good night, Mr. Jones.

Good night, Annabelle.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

I was beginning to
think you'd sleep forever.

HEYES: Yeah, I'm looking for a friend
of mine, I wondered if you can help me?

Maybe.

Well, he bought
an old sorrel horse

without a saddle
a few miles back.

I just want to know
if he rode this way.

Sorrel horse, no saddle.
Nope. Can't help you.

Thanks anyway. Come on.

(GUN FIRING)

Let's get out of here!

Good idea. What'll
we use for a horse?

I'm sorry, Princess.

All right, you,
get off of there.

It's me they want, so just do as
you're told and you'll be all right.

Hey, don't I know
you from some place?

I should hope not.

No, Mike, no, wait!

(GUN FIRING)

MIKE: Let go! I'll kill him.

Settle down now. Mike!

All right.

There's a few hundred
there. You might as well get it.

Okay.

You figured we'd
catch up with you.

Grab the saddlebags and
ride off after a quick look, right?

Well, it didn't work.
Now, where is it?

Mr. Greer showed us those
packages and we believed him.

So Mr. Greer's
gonna have to tell you

where the money
is, 'cause I sure can't.

Greer's a lawyer,
he don't have to steal.

Well, he did.

He had us sign a
receipt for $50,000.

Which puts him in the clear,
and me in a lot of trouble.

You expect me to believe

that you signed for all that
money without even counting it?

Well, like you said, he's a
lawyer, he don't have to steal.

I trusted him.

You're a liar.

Nobody's going to save
your skin this time except you,

by telling me where it is.

Hold it, Mike. I
wanna talk to you.

MIKE: You keep an eye on them.

(EXCLAIMS) I got it now!

You're old man Pringle's
granddaughter, Annie. Annie Considine!

You remember me.

I was at one of 'em barn dances
over at your place a couple months ago.

Hey, you was supposed to
be getting married about now

to one of them wheat farmers.

All right, you and
the girl can go.

You gonna let him get
away with that yarn?

When that first bundle was cut
open, I saw the look on his face.

Can't nobody look that
surprised on purpose.

Then where is it?

That blackleg lawyer's
got it. Just like he said.

By the way, if you're thinking
we're a bunch of thieves, forget it.

Every man here lost money
when that bank in North Rim closed.

All we're after is
what belongs to us.

All right, where'd you put it?

You cleaned out that saddlebag.
Last night, when I was asleep.

I'd like to know where you
hid it, and I'd like to know now.

You're horrible.

How would I know you
had money in that thing?

Now, you listen to me.

There was $50,000 in this
saddlebag the night I left North Rim.

Now, if you didn't take
it, I'd like to know who did.

The lawyer. You
said yourself that he...

That was a lie, for them.

I helped count every pack of that
money and put it in the bags myself.

And it hasn't been
out of my sight since.

Except when they were
in that freight car with you,

and later on when I was asleep.

(CRYING)

All right. All right,
all right, Annabelle.

There is one other answer.

If you didn't take it then our friends
back there, Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, did.

That nice old couple? That's
even worse than accusing me.

Well, it's either you or them.
There's no other possibility.

I'm going to take you
back there with me.

And I'm not gonna let you out of
my sight until I get that money back.

Did you marry him,
Annabelle? The wheat farmer?

No.

I wanted to live, to see things.

To talk to people about anything

except the weather and cows
and pigs and the prices of grain.

I just wasn't meant
to be a farmer's wife.

I was meant to live
differently, like my father.

How does he live?

Like a gentleman.

CURRY: I know how
it sounds, Mr. Lambert.

But somewhere between
North Rim and your place,

somebody took that
money out of my saddlebags.

And whoever it was put back bundles
made out of cut-up newspapers.

Like you've got right here.

You come into my home and
accuse me of stealing from you?

If I was a younger man
I'd throw you out of here.

I don't like it any better than you do,
Mr. Lambert. But somebody took that money.

Now, she took
it, or you took it.

Your own wife?

Either way, I aim
to get it back. Now.

Well, I never.

Let's not get into
that, Mrs. Lambert.

Things are mixed
up enough already.

I'd like your permission
to search your place,

house, barn, everything.

The only way you'll search
my place is with a sheriff.

(PANTING)

All right, Mr. Lambert.
Let's start looking.

Where's the key?

You aren't going
to open that door.

Where's the key?

There isn't any
key to that room.

It's God's truth.
There is no key.

Either you give me the
key or I shoot the door open.

You aren't going into that room!

I'm sorry.

Before I leave, I'll fix the lock and
it'll be just the way it was before.

We figured you'd
come back for it.

(ANNABELLE GASPING)

All right, I did. I'm checking
out the only other possibility,

but I still figure Greer has it.

Maybe. Breen is
heading back there now.

Nothing here
belongs to any of you.

MIKE: Shut up.

This is my home!

HEYES: Why don't
we all talk this over?

(PISTOL COCKING)

Hi.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

GREER: Hello there, boys.

Am I glad to see you two. I
thought you'd never get here.

We don't have the money.

I guess it doesn't come as a
big surprise to you, does it?

Well, no.

I gather you ran
into a little trouble.

Where's the money, Mr. Greer?

I had a choice. Risk the
money with you fellows

or use you as decoys and
bring the money here myself.

I decided to bring
it here myself.

And how did you get the stacks
of newsprint in the saddle bags?

I just switched saddle bags, while
you boys were signing the receipt.

Cool down. Cool down.

You can't blame him for
being upset, Mr. Greer.

If we'd lost that money, we'd
have been in big, big trouble.

And you thought you'd lost it?

Mmm-hmm.

But you didn't. All's
well that ends well.

(LAUGHS)

You know, that's
my philosophy, too.

What was that for?

Because you called me a thief.

And I'm about to do it again
unless I hear an apology.

I apologize,
Annabelle, I apologize.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Howdy. We'd like
two rooms, please.

One with bath
for the young lady.

Yes, sir.

Could you tell me where I might
find Mr. DeCourcey Considine?

Who?

Mr. DeCourcey Considine.

I'm sorry, I...

Oh. Oh, Deke. Deke
Considine. Sure.

Where?

In the saloon, Miss.

The saloon?

Yes, Miss. You'll find Deke
there most any time, day or night.

Why do you say that?

'Cause that's where he is. When Deke's
got money he plays poker for himself.

When he's broke he deals
stud or blackjack for the house.

He's there right now,
seen him half an hour ago.

Dealing blackjack for the house.

Thank you.

You didn't sign
the register, miss.

Why don't you take
yourself a room.

Get a bath and a rest
and you'll be all right.

I am all right.

Good. Sign the register.

No. There's a train
east in two hours.

I'll be taking it.

To where?

Home. I'm going home.

To get married?

Yes.

Probably, one day.

What about all that authentic
experience you were looking for?

I... I think I found it.

All right.

The train it is, but first
you're going to get a bath

and a chance to
change your clothes.

(TRAIN HONKING)

Tell my father you met me,

and that I'm all grown
up, and very happy.

Sure you don't want
to tell him yourself?

There's another train tomorrow.

No. I'm not that grown up.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

His name is DeCourcey Considine,

and he lives here in Kingsburg.

(WHEELS CHUGGING)