Ah, Brisco,
there you are.
I--um, Mr. Kilbridge and
Mr. Drummond need to see you
right away
at the club.
He's busy.
Hang on, Socrates.
Last hand.
Your bet, Mr. County.
For some reason,
I feel lucky.
That's funny...
so do I.
Ohh...what to do?
What to do?
Hello, little fella.
Ow, what the heck.
I'll call ya.
Five kings.
Five aces.
It's okay, boys.
Put your g*ns away.
He cheated me
fair and square.
Gentlemen.
Mr. County?
We have a problem.
A boxcar-load of g*ns
was stolen yesterday
off of one
of our trains.
They were en route
to an army base in Texas.
Just north of
the Mexican border.
That's too bad, but how
does this concern me?
We think the g*ns
were taken into Mexico.
And we want you to go down there
and bring 'em back.
Oh, no,
wait a minute.
As I recall, I was hired
by you and your associates
to track down John Bly
and his g*ng,
not recover
stolen property.
Maybe we should send
Poole with him.
Oh, no.
Going to Mexico is nowhere
in my job description.
Tell County
the details, Poole.
The train crashed into
a giant painted rock
made to look like
the mouth of a tunnel.
You're kidding.
Since Bly and his g*ng
used that same trick
to escape from your father--
You figured that
this robbery was
the work of him
or one of his men.
Exactly.
So, can we count on you
to go down there
and get our g*ns back?
I'm going, down there,
alright.
But why are you so concerned
about these g*ns?
Poole, you tell him.
He's referring to
an article in today's paper
about General Gustavo Zaca
and his revolutionary
opponent Emilio Pena.
They're locked
in a fierce struggle
for control
of northern Mexico.
Right near the Texas border,
where we have cattle.
Mr. County,
we do business
all along both sides
of the border.
And we can't afford
to have those g*ns
falling into the hands
of the general or
the revolutionaries.
I get it.
Then it's settled.
You and Poole will leave
in the morning.
Huh?
What?
You get your man.
Poole will see to the g*ns.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
You can't expect me
to go down there with him.
Have a good trip!
How much further?
About 5 miles less than
the last time you asked.
I never realized Mexico
was such a big country.
Look, I never asked you
to come along.
No, but you planted the idea
in my employer's mind.
You can just as easily
retrieve these g*ns yourself.
I never said I wouldn't.
What exactly is
your plan, anyway?
We go see
the general first.
If anybody knows what's
going on down here, it's him.
How do we get in
to see him?
I know him.
You know the general?
How?
Well, you want to
hear a long story
about a shipload
of rum, some cattle,
and a week-long game
of cutthroat poker?
On second thought, no.
I'm feeling bilious
enough as it is.
Customs.
Customs?
We passed the border
100 miles ago!
Anything valuable
to declare?
No. We have no valuables.
We are merely
passing through.
Now if you will please
clear the burro path--
Hombres, I'm afraid we
must collect an import duty.
Senor...please.
Tell me what is
in those saddlebags.
We'll take a look.
Let's see, uh...
hmm, hmm, hmm.
Phew.
Got to get
those socks washed.
Hey, how about this?
Good quality.
Plenty of blast power.
Fuse works, too.
Oops. How clumsy of me!
Hyah! Hyah!
Alright, Socrates,
let's move along.
What about that
stick of dynamite?
What dynamite?
Ah, Jalisco.
Just like
I remembered it.
Brisco County, Jr.
To see General Zaca.
Soc, there are two things
to remember
about the general--
be sure to compliment
him whenever you can.
He's a little insecure.
Insecure?
And don't be surprised
by his personal life.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Ahem.
Brisco County, Jr.
And his associate
So-crates Poo-le.
My honored guests.
You're looking well,
general.
Am I?
How? In what way?
You look thinner and
more dignified than ever.
Yes...yes, I do.
You're a very handsome
man, general.
Ah! This is my wife--Marta.
- A pleasure to meet you.
- How do you do?
These drinks are wonderful,
your Excellency.
You like them?
Very much.
Ahh. We import the limes
from the Yucatan.
They are squeezed on the thighs
of virgins here in the villa,
and then the lime juice is
blended with golden tequila.
Delicious.
Margarita!
Three more of your
special cocktails.
Ahh...
I would like you
to meet my wife--Rosa.
Excuse me,
didn't you just--
Ahem.
A pleasure
to meet you.
How do you do?
So, Brisco...
what brings you
to Jalisco, hmm?
Well, I'll be candid
with you, generalissimo.
Some g*ns were stolen off
a train up in Texas recently.
We have reason
to believe that
they may be down here
now in Mexico for sale.
What kind of g*ns?
500 Winchester 92s.
Ah. A marvelous w*apon.
They may have been
stolen by John Bly
or one of his g*ng.
Interesting.
Sir, as representatives
of the shippers,
our mission is to
ensure that these weapons
are not sold
on the black market.
Do I look as though
I would buy stolen weapons?
Oh, no,
certainly not, sir.
I did not mean
to imply--
Yes, you would.
You are a very impudent man,
Senor County.
But correct.
If I had these g*ns,
the blood of my enemies
would flow
in the streets.
What's important
here, generalissimo,
is you don't want
these g*ns to fall
into the hands
of the revolutionaries.
True.
If Pena had these g*ns,
it could mean my demise.
That's why
you should help us.
Have you heard anything
about these g*ns?
Gentlemen...
it's late. It's too late
to be talking business.
You'll stay the night,
we'll talk more
in the morning, eh?
Now it's time
for entertainment.
♪ I've looked around
the country and I've ♪
♪ Seen it all ♪
♪ And what I want
I'm ready to name ♪
♪ It's big and strong
and handsome ♪
♪ 6 feet tall ♪
♪ I'm gonna
file my claim ♪
♪ I struck a real bonanza,
and he's rough and rash ♪
♪ But what he's got ♪
♪ I'm ready to take ♪
♪ He's worth
a fancy fortune ♪
♪ But it's not in cash ♪
♪ I'm gonna
file my claim ♪
♪ I got the fever ♪
♪ Ooh, the fever ♪
♪ But not for
going underground ♪
♪ I want the title ♪
♪ To something vital ♪
♪ I can throw
my fancies around ♪
♪ A-B-C-D ♪
♪ Who's gonna
file me under ♪
♪ Love? ♪
♪ There ain't a man ♪
♪ Not a single ♪
♪ Man ♪
♪ There ain't
a man alive ♪
♪ Who wouldn't
trade his gold ♪
♪ For what it takes
to stay in the game ♪
♪ So have your fun ♪
♪ And spend it 'fore
ya get too old ♪
♪ Who's gonna help me
file my claim? ♪
♪ Who's gonna help me ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ Who's gonna help me
file my claim ♪
♪ Tonight? ♪
Oh, this is...
heaven!
Clean linens...
fresh towels...
oh, the mattress
even has springs!
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
If that's Comet,
tell him he's too late.
There are only two beds,
and they're both taken.
Well, you know
what they say--
you never really
know somebody
till you've
traveled together.
Hello, Brisco.
I knew it wouldn't be long
before I saw you again.
Dixie Cousins.
What are you doing
down here, Dixie?
Who's this...
your bodyguard?
Miss Cousins, allow me
to introduce myself.
Oh, this is
Socrates Poole.
He's the watchful
eye of my employers,
and my friend.
Delighted.
Not as delighted as I.
Ms. Cousins, when I first
heard your rendition
of File my Claim
at the Horseshoe Club
in San Francisco,
I thought it was good,
but your version today
was simply magnifico.
I also do it with
a little French flavor.
Don't you have to go brush
your teeth or something?
No, not really.
I can't stay, Brisco.
I came to warn you
to be careful.
The general is
up to something.
- What?
- I don't know.
And if I did know,
I couldn't say.
You didn't answer
my question earlier.
What brings you to Jalisco, Dix?
The real reason.
Brisco, you have far
too vivid an imagination.
I'm just a simple girl
trying to make
an honest peso, that's all.
I've got to go.
What do you think that
warning was all about?
I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.
Wait. Don't leave me
here alone.
I'm going with you!
Ow!
Shh!
On second thought,
maybe this isn't a necessary
part of my job.
Quiet.
[TILES RATTLING]
- Help!
- Oh, boy.
I got you!
Why didn't you just
make me stay in the room?
I see one g*n, senor.
How do I know
you have the rest?
How do I know
you have the money?
Well, we'll just have to
trust each other.
That is, if you
accept my offer.
That was an offer?
If I had a dog
who could do math,
he'd howl at you
with laughter.
Not only are you
a crazy man,
but nobody is going to
offer you more.
You will,
generalissimo,
unless you want these firearms
to fall into the hands
of a certain
Bolivian dictator
who one day may march on you,
causing untold mayhem.
How dare you thr*aten me
with another buyer!
Do you know who
you're talking to?
You're lucky I don't
k*ll you right now.
This audience is over.
Generalissimo...
the two gringos are secure
in their quarters.
They're just going
to cause me trouble.
Go.
Wish them goodnight.
Goodnight.
Uh-oh. That doesn't
sound good.
Follow me.
[g*nshots]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Who was that
with the general?
Pete Hutter.
He's the outlaw who helped
Bly and his g*ng escape.
Wait here.
Where are you going?
I'll be back.
You know, Pete...
you should try
complimenting the general,
instead of insulting him.
You'll get a lot farther.
Well, Brisco County, Jr...
or is this just some horrible
specter of my imagination?
I could say
the same thing about you.
Correct me
if I'm wrong, Pete,
weren't you k*lled
in a gunfight?
I was only gut-sh*t.
I healed.
I'm stronger now,
with less appetite.
You could be a pioneer
in the field of weight loss.
Weight loss? Why would
anybody want to lose weight?
Nice g*n.
Where are the rest?
Why would I tell you?
Cause you're gonna tell me
sooner or later.
I hardly think so.
What are you gonna do,
k*ll me?
Then you'll never
get the g*ns.
Take me hostage?
You'll be lucky
to get yourself
out of this villa alive.
[GUARDS SPEAKING SPANISH]
You know, Brisco,
there's nothing like
a good revolution
to break up the ennui
of ordinary life.
Hello, Pete.
Dixie's here, too?
I thought
you were leaving.
I came to get you.
Come on, out the back door.
Where's Bly?
Is he down here?
'Fraid not, County.
This is the work
of my sole genius.
Glad to know it.
[GUARDS SPEAKING SPANISH]
Yoo-hoo!
Gentlemen!
They're in here!
Brisco, hurry!
Let's go.
[WHISTLING]
Come here, Comet!
Good boy.
Follow me. I know
here where we'll be safe.
We're here.
Thank God.
Now, do you mind telling us
where "here" is?
The heart
of the revolution.
Muchas gracias.
Gracias, senor.
How can I ever
thank you?
May God be with you.
Senor, and also
with you.
Giving our dinner
away again?
Today we have plenty.
We raided the general's
warehouses this morning.
Emilio, I want you to meet
Brisco County, Jr.
and Socrates Poole.
Emilio Pena.
It is my pleasure.
This is Aguerro,
my next-in-command.
Why did you
bring them here, Dixie?
Brisco is an enemy
of the general,
and as they say,
your enemy's enemies
are your friends.
Ah.
But if my enemy's enemies
are my friends,
are my friends
not my enemies?
I think what you're
trying to say
is if your friends'
enemies are also your enemies,
are your enemies
your friends?
Exactly.
Well, that depends.
I like this man.
So...what brings you
to Mexico, senor County?
g*ns.
So Pete Hutter is gonna sell
the g*ns to the general,
unless, of course,
he can make
a better deal with
someone like yourself.
I'm afraid not with us.
We have no money.
I overheard
the general's plan today.
Once he gets the g*ns,
he's planning an all-out
final raid on us.
I am not surprised.
It is never easy.
But you have
supporters--
these people.
They are not soldiers,
only farmers...
ordinary people.
They all live here?
Yes.
Most would be k*lled
by the general's men
if they returned
to their villages.
These...
are his most
feared opponents.
Why k*lled?
Some for staying
on their land
after the general
has seized it,
others for stealing
from the general's fields
for food to live,
and others--
all they did
was speak up
for what
they believed.
How's the fight
gone so far?
We've made some gains,
but we've had
many setbacks.
The general is
a worthy adversary.
You know, Soc,
I like Pena.
I got a good
feeling about him.
What do you think?
I think you should
do a better job
of keeping check
on your emotions.
Why? I feel
for his plight.
Your job is to
bring the g*ns back.
I thought that
was your job.
No, it's our job.
And while we're doing it,
let's try to remain
the professionals that we are.
Right.
Remember, Brisco, we are not on
one side or the other here...
though I'd give the general
the edge in accommodations.
I'll flip you
for the horse stall.
Oh, I don't want it,
but Comet does.
You can flip
him for it.
Oh, you can't
be serious.
Hey, I'm not
taking sides.
I'm just going
to flip the coin.
Alright, Comet,
you call it--
heads or tails.
Tails it is.
Why does he
get to call it?
Heads.
Ha!
Sorry, old sport.
Comet.
Comet!
Oh, good--
now you hurt
his feelings.
I won fair and square.
Goodnight, Comet.
Oh, goodnight
to you, too, Brisco.
Ohh...
Brisco...
Brisco!
Brisco...
Oh, it isyou
under there.
I just wanted to make sure
you were comfortable.
Oh, I thought
I was, but...
all of a sudden I feel
some hay fever coming on.
So, Brisco...
you got a girlfriend?
[CHUCKLING]
Girlfriend?
I don't even
have an address.
All work and no play
makes Brisco a dull boy.
So tell me...
what's the story
with you and Emilio?
Emilio's a wonderful man.
He likes me.
But he's in love
with the revolution.
It's hard to play
second fiddle to a cause.
Ahh.
Ohh...oh, Dix...
I don't know if we
should be doing this.
Brisco...
I have this vision problem.
How so?
Every time I see you,
everything else goes
right out of focus.
Mmm.
Mmm-hmm.
Mmm.
Oh, yeah.
Mmm.
Mmm.
There's a fire.
I know.
No,
in the barn, Dix!
Oh.
Hey, Socrates!
Wake up!
What now?BRISCO: Try the door!
I'll never get a good night's
sleep in this country.
Fire!
Try the other door.
[COUGHING]
Oh! Oh!
You got a plan?
I think I can
get us out of here
if I can just
get up to that window.
You'll never make it!
Oh, well, thank you
for the vote of confidence.
Now, keep down
out of the smoke.
Go, Brisco!
I'll be right back.
[COUGHING AND CHOKING]
Thank you, Brisco.
Brisco, oh!
The culprit who did this
to you will be caught.
Your security must not
be too good, Emilio.
Nonsense. I have sentries
posted everywhere.
Well, maybe it's somebody
on the inside.
You think there's
a traitor here in our midst?
No. It is not possible.
He will be caught.
Rest assured,
justice will be done.
Justice?
You know, sometimes
I think that justice
is not a word for us,
only for the rich.
How can the general,
a man with so much power,
so much opportunity
to do something good,
be so heartless
towards his own people?
I have watched him
ride by starving children,
and yet he sells
boatloads of food abroad.
How much longer
must this go on?
Until men like you
do something about it.
We try...but maybe
it is too late for us.
Maybe we cannot prevail.
Why do you say that?
The general has
the money, the power...
strange, too,
he seems to outthink us.
The general
is no genius.
But sometimes he has
this...special vision.
He foils our plans,
and even as I must suffer
my own inadequacies,
I wonder,
how does he do it?
I wish I could help,
Emilio.
I see your
expression, senor.
Do not worry.
We will not give up.
And this is why.
This baby...
this child...
what chance
does he have?
What hope
does he have?
For us, it does not
matter so much...
but for him...
we fight for him.
Maybe I canhelp.
You need these g*ns.
I think I can
get them for you.
Senor, you really
think so?
Yeah.
I've got an idea.
Socrates, wait here.
I'll be back.
♪ La cucaracha ♪
♪ La cucaracha ♪
♪ La la la
la la la la ♪
♪ La cucaracha ♪
♪ La cucaracha-- ♪
Hello, Pete.
County.
Relax, Pete.
If I was going to k*ll you,
I'd be stepping
over your body
right now on my way
out the door.
Have a seat.
How did you find me?
You don't exactly
blend in.
I know you didn't
come for a cerveza
and some
Hegelian dialogue.
What do you want?
Well, Pete,
you've got a big problem.
Oh, yeah?
What is that?
You're in
way over your head.
The general is
a cutthroat scoundrel.
The minute you tell him
where those g*ns are,
you're a dead man.
I'll take my chances.
Okay. Fine by me.
But it's pretty hard
to only get gut-sh*t
by a f*ring squad.
Why you telling me this?
Well, 'cause, Pete, in
a funny way, I kind of like you.
What I propose is that you
and I go into business together.
Are you telling me
you've gone bad, Brisco?
I hardly believe that.
Well, look, how much better
are the robber barons
than the outlaws
I'm chasing?
All they care about
is making a profit.
So why should I k*ll you
and you k*ll me
when we could just
sell the g*ns to the general
and both be better off?
How do I know
this isn't a trick?
It's simple. I'll deal
with the general,
you stay with the g*ns.
That way, you always have
total control over the g*ns.
Brisco...
I'm sorry I tried
to k*ll you.
What can I say?
It just seemed like
such a good idea
at the time.
Don't sweat it.
You know, my wife...
well, she's always
telling me
that I'm too
temperamental.
So, you and
the other gringo
are in business
together now, huh?
That's right.
And we want to
sell you those g*ns.
And how can I make this
transaction possible?
Well, we accept
your price.
You give me half
the gold now,
and I'll tell you
where the g*ns are.
You give me the other half
when you return.
Well, fair enough. Jose.
The g*ns are
in Salinas Canyon.
Bueno.
Oh, just
one more thing.
I will not
be double-crossed.
That's why I'm leaving
Jose here to watch you.
Andale.
Let's go.
Where's the general?
He's not here,
senorita.
What do you mean
he's not here?
He told me he was going
to meet me here.
He had to leave.
Why didn't
anybody tell me?
You! Stay back!
What took you?
Did you get the gold?
Half of it.
Let's move.
It worked.
The general's on his way
to Salinas Canyon.
The g*ns are in
Trabucco Canyon,
guarded by one man.
But time is
of the essence.
Once the general realizes
he's been double-crossed,
he'll be after us.
Brisco, you are
a great man.
We must go, Aguerro.
Aguerro!
Where's Aguerro?
He was just here.
Yeah, until I told you
the plan.
I never liked him
much anyway.
Excuse me, have you
seen Aguerro?
I saw him walking
towards the shed.
Gracias.
Not one more move.
I was right to try
and burn you down.
How can you sell out
Pena and the cause?
The cause?
Months ago I realized
we were going to lose.
Why give up
my life for it?
I made a pact
with the general.
And I'll end up the owner
of this whole territory.
You're a fool, Aguerro,
if you trust the general.
Turn around.
sh**t that g*n off,
everyone in the hacienda
will be out here.
You're right.
So I won't k*ll you.
No. Instead,
you can savor
the turning point
of the revolution,
the crowning moment when
the generalgets your g*ns.
Whoa!
Wait. Don't sh**t.
It's Aguerro.
[RUSTLING]
Hold it right there.
Bad news, Pete.
What?
The deal went sour.
The general
didn't want to pay.
As a matter of fact,
he and his men
are on their way
right now
to k*ll us
and steal those g*ns.
I thought you knew
the general.
I thought you had it
all worked out.
What can I say, Pete?
I had a bad day.
I'm not giving up
these g*ns.
You don't have to, senor.
I'm Emilio Pena.
And on behalf of
the Campesinos de Mexico,
I will buy the g*ns
from you right now.
For half price.
Half price?
What kind of fool
you take me for?
Well, have it
your way, Pete.
You can always try and cut
a deal with the general.
Wouldn't this be
a good time to retreat
or at least back up
behind some trees?
Pull back!
Take up positions!
Hey, hey, wait, I'm relying
on you for my safety.
And you're listening
to me?
[g*nshots]
Let's take the g*ns
and go.
We can't. The only way
to get the wagon out of here
is through the mouth
of that canyon.
That's right where
the general is.
And the general
can't get the g*ns
as long as we hold
this position.
General!
I've reconsidered
your offer.
Let's make a deal!
Matalo!
Emilio, look.
He can outflank us.
Get your men out of here
while you still have a chance.
And let the general
get the g*ns?
No!
He won't.
Not if I can help it.
Brisco, what
are you doing?
Senor, you're not going to ride
into the field of battle?
If I don't, those g*ns'll
be used against us.
Okay, it's a deal.
You can have the g*ns
for half price.
Pete, you're a little
too late.
I can't believe this!
[g*nshots]
Thanks to you, County, I'm
nothing but a poor cowboy.
Be happy you're
a living cowboy.
I'm out of here.
Hombres,we'll fight
again another day!
Ride, Brisco! Don't let
the general get those g*ns!
Brisco. Andale!
Hyah!
He's going to
blow up the g*ns.
Fire! Fire!
Hyah!
Aguerro, save the g*ns.
Save my g*ns!
But, generalissimo--
You can make it. Go!
Hyah!
Hah!
Hah!
AGUERRO: Andale! Come on, Comet!
Get on, boy!
Vamanos.
Brisco, you have
rooted out our traitor
and kept the g*ns out of
the hands of the general.
You are a hero
of the revolution.
Thank you, Emilio.
When we achieve victory,
we will name a territory
of Mexico in your honor.
We will call it...
Brisco County.
Senor Poole.
Why don't you stay?
Oh, this isn't my place.
Where will I
see you next?
Well, I guess
that's up to you, Dix.
So how did you end up
down here, anyway?
Brisco, every revolution
needs a lady of liberty.
Besides, I've always
wanted my face
on the front of a coin.
Knowing you, Dix...
you'll pull it off.
Mmm.
Mmm.
01x04 - Brisco in Jalisco
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Set in the American West of 1893, the series follows a Harvard-educated lawyer-turned-bounty hunter hired by a group of wealthy industrialists to track and capture outlaw John Bly and his g*ng.
Set in the American West of 1893, the series follows a Harvard-educated lawyer-turned-bounty hunter hired by a group of wealthy industrialists to track and capture outlaw John Bly and his g*ng.