All language subtitles for S6E1 Genesis

Now, would you like
to do some explaining?

It's nothing personal.

My name is Roderick Jefferson.

I... gamble, among other things.

I'm not much good
to my family, or...

the human race.

That's very interesting

and not very satisfactory.

Well, I said "gamble."

Tonight my bad luck
became catastrophic.

I signed IOUs for $10,000,

which I knew
I couldn't make good.

I was desperate.

So you were offered
the choice of... jail,

disgrace for you
and your family,

or...

performing this...

little favor.

I've met you, Mr. Jefferson.

I don't believe so.

About ten years ago...

one morning, in a mirror.

At that time, I was receiving

a small monthly remittance
not to go home.

Oh, I had tried the high life,

I'd tried it often.

But young as I was,

I finally came
to enjoy none of it.

Look, why drag this out?

Call the police,
and let's have done with it.

Mr. Jefferson, I am trying
to tell you something,

and you would do well to listen.

Sit down.

Look at that.

Fused silica, lime...

...treated with mercury,
polished...

and in it,
a man can see what he is.

And what he was.

Ten years ago, Mr. Jefferson,

in this hotel, I was playing
cards with a man named Norge.

Norge was a man
who hated people.

Hated them because
they were young,

because they had
decent features,

because they were healthy...

or just because
they were there.

$15,000.

I'll have it now.

Mr. Norge, I do not have $15,000
and you know it.

You knew it when you encouraged
me to write those IOUs.

Payable upon demand.

Well, I demand it now.

I don't have $15,000!

Now, what do you want?

I want you to kill a man.

To kill a man?

There's a place
called Delta Valley.

I own it all, animals
and people included.

And yet if I even set foot
inside that valley, I'd die.

Of what?

Of whatever whim moves
that devil Smoke.

Smoke?

Smoke.

It's the name of the man
you're going to kill.

He's wanted in a dozen states
for a dozen crimes.

He rode into Delta
about a year ago,

badly wounded.

And out of pity, my townspeople

nursed him back to health.

And then he killed my guards...

and one night I woke up
with him standing over my bed

with a knife at my throat,

and he said to me,

"You get out of this valley.

If you ever return,
I'll kill you."

I've chosen you very carefully.

I know your war record,

I know your dueling record.

Honor, hmm?

Well, in that regard,
you and Smoke think alike.

That's what I'm counting on.

You give me your word you'll
challenge Smoke to a duel,

and you can burn these notes.

The alternative...

is jail.

Or disgrace to your
honorable family name.

Don't bother looking.

Well.

Norge sent a gentleman
this time, didn't he?

What do you call yourself?

Now, that is none
of your concern.

I'm here for one purpose only.

I challenge you to a duel.

Well, that's no ordinary cough
you've got there.

No, it isn't.

And it will probably be
the death of me,

since the likes of you will not.

So you challenge me
to a duel, do you?

You accept?

I do, but as the challenged,

it's for me to choose the time

and the weapons
and the place.

That is your privilege.

In the books, there's a name
for a man like you.

Yeah.

A paladin.

Paladin.

That's a gentleman knight
in shining armor

all armed with a cause
and righteousness

and a fine, pointed lance...

...and yet, a mercenary.

A man who hires out for gold.

What was your price, my paladin?

How much gold did Norge give you

to slay the dragon?

Now, you have accepted
my challenge.

Let's settle it, here and now!

This place, my dear Paladin,

like life itself,
is at once a prison and freedom.

Freedom for me, and for you...

...well, that is
a thousand-foot drop behind you.

You'll find this wall somewhat
difficult to climb,

but you try it if you must.

You try it.

lt'd be just like killing
a small child.

Draw your gun.

You know my gun is empty!

It's only that

that keeps you alive,
my noble Paladin.

Now draw your gun

and show me the speed you
think'll match mine.

Your life depends on it.

Now draw your gun!

Paladin...

if you want it to be
a contest...

think on it.

Practice on it.

And don't be so anxious to die.

Smoke, I will kill you.

Here.

Cut away half that holster.

Get as much of that gun out
in the open as you can.

Soft leather drags on a gun.

Get that leather wet,
let it dry stiff.

Throw me one bullet.

Throw me one bullet

and face me now!

Paladin,
your armor is shiny indeed.

Now make your lance and your arm
worthy to fight the dragon.

I been
watching you all day, boy.

You do have a ken of weapons.

Who knows? In time, you might
even rank with the best.

How long'll
you make me wait, old man?

Too quick to action,

too slow to thought.

That's the sin of youth

and penance of old men,
my paladin.

Old men who are afraid
to die.

Smoke, are you afraid?

Do you know why you're gonna
have to face me sooner or later,

eye-to-eye?

You tell me, Paladin.

Because there's another death
that hunts for you

in the dark of the moon.

Even I can hear it coughing
through the canyon in the night.

Now, have I waited long enough?

I don't even know if you could
hit the sky,

presuming you could get
that gun out of the holster.

So you're not distracted
by a plethora of targets.

Now shoot it out of there,
like the fair lad you are.

At daybreak, then...

noble Paladin?

So ends the apprenticeship,
Paladin.

Well, it's no wonder
you're still alive!

Sunlight at your back!

Now all that remains is for you

to loose that one bullet
of yourn.

Well...

now that you think
you've slain the dragon...

...you know what you've done?

You've turned the dragon loose.

The one decent thing
I ever did in my life

was chain him away
from these people.

Who's gonna stop Norge now?

You?

Oh, your armor
does shine brightly.

And your arm is strong enough.

But where is righteousness?

Noble Paladin...

where is your cause?

You remember...

there's always
a dragon loose... somewhere.

What more is there to be
said about this man?

About this man we called
"Smoke"?

He was not a free man.

Yet he protected the freedom
of a whole community.

He was a man who took nothing
for himself.

And yet he gave unselfishly
of what he had.

Who can take his place?

Now there's only one question
I would ask.

What kind of a man
kills a man like this?

What kind of a man kills
out of selfishness

and for money?

Smoke is dead.

But our feelings for him
will live forever,

and so will our memory
of the man who killed him.

Where is righteousness,
noble Paladin?

Where is your cause?

There's always
a dragon loose... somewhere.

Norge!

Stay there!

To Delta Valley.

Did, uh, Norge ever go back?

Only once.

Mr. Jefferson...

if men have a common factor,

it seems to me
it's their ability to err.

If a man's mistakes
determine what he was,

then what he does
about those mistakes

should determine what he is.

Yes.

I would like to collect
the price of that mirror

from whoever sent you.

I'll give you his name
and where you can find him.

Or maybe I could take you there.

No.

I may do some negotiating
on your behalf.

If you'd care to wait.

I'd like that very much.

It'll give me a chance to start
polishing on some rusty armor.

Hm.

Mr. Paladin...

I wouldn't give a gun
to man I didn't trust.

Mr. Jefferson, neither would I.

"Have gun will travel,"
reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
in a savage land

His fast gun for hire
heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam?