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LUCKY LUKE AND THE DALTONS

What shall we do now?

I don't know. Maybe we could go rob a bank.

Another? That'd make three in two days.

Okay, come round to mine for tea.

Your boy's like all young kids.

They expect it all on a silver platter.

- What can you do? - Kick them out of the house.

I booted my Billy out when he was six.

If I hadn't, now they'd be calling him...

Billy the Geek not Billy the Kid!

And look where he is today.

Maybe you're right. I'll kick him out!

- How are your boys doing? - Good. Very good.

- What they got lined up? - A very big job. Huge.

Just you wait!

WIPE YOUR FEET

Hello.

Hello. What can I get you?

How are your...

tomatoes?

Fine. They're fine.

Fine. Fine.

- I'll take some. - How many?

A half pound.

Nice and firm. It's for a salad!

A little over, okay?

Want it chopped?

If it's no trouble.

What is that? What's going on?

What are you doing?

Close the door. Close the...

Which way to Fort Knox?

5th left, straight over the bridge. Two days' ride and you're there.

And you owe $5.95.

- How much? -$5.95.

Guys, you got any change? Jack?

I came out with no money.

Darn! Darn! Darn! Darn!

- Keep cool, Joe. - Joe, keep cool.

Darn! Darn!

Do you mind if I have my tomato now?

- Please. - With pleasure, Averell.

- This one okay? - Yes, it's okay.

There.

He's tough! But fair.

Can I have my cucumber?

Averell.

Don't get me wrong, stealing a tin of beans is good.

But it's time to stop the grocery stores.

Move up a grade.

That grade's got a name: a bank!

A bank, is that all?

- So what do we do, Ma? - Yeah, Ma, what do we do?

Do what you want, but I want you to raid a bank.

A tiny, neighborhood bank even. As long as it's a bank!

It's with great pride that we open the Gulch City Bank...

the best protected bank in the world!

Indeed, we are the only bank in the world...

with a direct ultra-modern line to the Cavalry.

Our sharpshooters watch over the vaults 24 hours a day.

I can tell you this, my friends...

the man has not been born who can defeat the Gulch City Bank.

That's not to say there aren't two or three idiots who might try.

Gentlemen, the bank.

One, and two, and ten, and seven...

and eight... Where you going?

Wait for me! Wait!

I'm going with you.

Or two or three morons.

- We are the Daltons! - Or even four.

This is a hold up.

Everybody, drop your guns.

The Daltons!

Lucky Luke.

How are you?

THE LAW

I sentence you to 5,000 weeks in the penitentiary.

That's enough reading.

- Let's fight! - Did we get a mention?

- What does it say? - Who cares!

- It's all blah-blah. - Such as?

Such as I'll thump you!

Here we are! "The Morons of the West."

It doesn't say that! Where does it say that?

Look. For you.

LEARN TO READ IN TWO EASY LESSONS

Very good! How true.

Well, I think the word "failure" applies.

- Who's got an idea? - An idea of what?

An idea for a gift for the warden! An escape idea, idiot!

- Yeah, idiot! Is it his birthday? - It's the magic sombrero.

The magic sombrero.

I think a candle-holder would be nice.

Nobody dares attack the evil bandit.

He has the magic sombrero.

A magic sombrero?

- He's invincible. - Invincible?

- It stops bullets. - Stops bullets!

Oh man! I dreamed of my village again.

Oh man! I dreamed of...

Oh man!

My... I...

I dreamed of my village...

Dalton, visitor!

We'll just finish up here and we'll be right along.

Let's get to the point.

It happens. Even the very best get caught.

And you're not the very best. Listen up.

If you don't rob the bank, don't bother coming home.

- What do you mean? - I mean what I say.

If you don't do what I say, you'll be sleeping with the coyotes.

I know it seems harsh, boys...

but it's for your own good. You too, honey-bun.

- You'll thank me later. - That could be much, much later.

- We got 112 years. - Prison's no problem.

I brought you...

the sausages of liberty.

Now, you know what you have to do.

- Guard! - Coming.

Rantanplan, keep an eye on these losers.

Ma's right.

We don't deserve to be called men!

You guys can do what you want, I'll show her my true worth.

From now on, I'm taking my destiny in hand.

I want Ma to be proud of me!

You have to decide if you want to board that train...

or stay behind on the platform, the platform of shame.

If we're all agreed, let's go get our sausages punched.

My, these boys are a bright bunch.

We need a plan of attack for the bank.

Well, the first thing that comes to mind is to get that magic sombrero.

Okay, I'll shut up...

and leave this to the grown-ups.

What?

I have an idea. Let's get that magic sombrero.

Neat. But where is it?

And does it really exist?

No sweat. Back in the cell, I'll make the Mexican talk.

If it's okay, I'll come too. I've wanted to go for hours.

Guys, did I ever tell you about my dream?

- The one where you're pregnant? - Hooey! I never dreamed that.

- You did! That time... - Everybody has dreams like that.

- No, they don't. - Anyway!

I mean my latest dream.

- The one about the bank! - Shut up!

Right, my dream...

My dream would be to help people.

Maybe a village oppressed by a guy who's made invincible...

by magic shoes or a magic bracelet.

A Mexican village, why not?

Mexico sounds cool, so very Mexican!

I don't believe it! I come from a village terrorized by a bandit...

who's invincible thanks to his magic sombrero.

You are the gringos of salvation.

Precisely.

When do you plan to leave?

Very, very soon.

During the Sausage Fair! We'll bombard them with sausages!

Good. I'll tell you all about my village...

but first I have to tell them you're coming.

I'll need my trusty homing pigeon.

Fly, Esteban.

Fly, my little pigeon. Fly away!

What'll we do?

Mail?

Sure, Esteban!

Gentlemen?

Let us open our sausages.

That's lucky! A shovel.

- Averell? Averell! - What?

What?

- Did you eat your sausage? - No way.

- Swear. - I didn't eat my sausage.

I think I need to make the Mexican talk.

Not now! We're supposed to be escaping!

Hold on! You're going nowhere like this.

So many people were digging tunnels that they concreted the floor.

You've no chance.

12 YEARS LATER...

How about we try the walls?

We need to talk to each other more. It's called teamwork.

What a waste of 12 years.

Sad news from the state penitentiary.

The Daltons, Morons of the West...

escaped from their cell through four separate holes, when one was enough.

Towns and villages are in uproar.

People fear for their savings.

At Gulch City Bank confidence reigns.

State-of-the-art alarms are ready.

Lawmen guard our cash even on Sundays.

Meantime, the Daltons are on the run.

Worse, they're on the gallop, attacking circus performers.

They strip Mormons down to their pants.

Terrible times we live in!

We pity their Ma! Where is Lucky Luke?

That was "News of the West".

FRONTIER TOWN STRANGER, YOU'LL BE HOME SOON

We need a way to clear customs.

Don't worry about that. We'll go see my old friend, Red McDermott.

Why is it always you who decides what we do?

Why can't I boss us around for once?

What's so funny?

I'm looking for Red McDermott.

That's me.

- Jeez, you've changed! - I was always like this.

Meet me in the back office.

He's totally changed. When I knew Red, he had red hair.

Like flames on his head.

For the photos, go see Chung Yung Fa.

Chiang Gai Chek will do the official forged passports.

And if you need fake visa stamps...

drop by Chu Yung Ha's.

- He does the photos. - No, that's Chung Yung Fa.

Total cost of the operation is 30 dollars.

No problem.

When's dinner?

CUSTOMS

Mexico.

Mexico.

Yes, do you want a cup of tea?

Hello, Pedro.

Hello there.

Which of you is Sun Fa Sing?

- I am. - I am.

- I am. - I am.

- He is. - I am.

- So, who are you? - The last one.

- John Michell? - No.

- Jun Mi Chel. - That's right.

Gentlemen, enjoy your stay in Mexico.

Goodbye and thank you.

Where do you think you're trotting?

So, Chinese are you?

Rotten luck.

For I am one of the greatest experts in Pekinese.

Come on, I'm all ears.

Actually, we're not 100% Chinese. We're mixed up.

Believe me, it's not easy today being multicultural.

You're never at home. We left everything behind in China.

Just imagine, we left behind our hats, our dinner on the table.

Mom had just fried up some spring rolls.

I said, "Mom: where's my chopsticks?"

"No, go West", she said. "Go back to Amellika."

We left behind our junks.

That morning, the mist on the river...

as we sailed down the Yang Zhe Kiang...

in our junks.

And the karate. Those were the days.

They adore karate over there.

You turn up in the morning, instead of"hello"...

it's a karate chop to the neck.

You ever taste the fried chicken?

Cantonese fried chicken?

Actually, we have the same mother but not the same dad.

All right!

All right! I didn't know.

I'm American.

But okay, everything's fine. As we say here in Mexico...

Welco... Welcom...

You can pass.

Bye, Mr. Customs House Officer. Bye!

Bye, Mr. Customs House Officer. Bye!

Know what? It's a buzz talking Chinese again.

DALTONS' PROPRIETY - DO NOT PASS My boys got 112 years each.

Not everybodycan say as much.

112 times 4...

My boy got 2 years more all by himself.

That's funny. It's what my niece Calamity almost got.

Calamity? That's a nice name.

112 times 4. How much is that?

Howdy, Ma. How's tricks?

What d'you want?

Maybe you've heard from your boys.

Why should I have?

Maybe they passed by after their escape.

Their...

Come on in, Lucky Luke.

Don't stay on the stoop.

Sorry, it's Lucky Luke. The boys have been at it again.

- Nothing much. - Just breaking out of jail.

- Heard from them? - My boys don't come crying to Mommy.

Yup.

So every sheriff in the state is after them?

Yup.

Of course, you need to get organized.

Yup.

What do you mean, "yup"?

Don't you yup-yup me. I don't like your attitude.

If you want my advice, get on the case. I know my boys.

They're onto something huge.

Yup.

He can yup all he likes. He's no idea of the danger.

Yup.

FAIBLOS TOWN - WE ARE COWARDS AND IDLERS, WE HAVE OUR REASONS

Come on.

Anybody home?

Mexicans?

We're here! You can come out now.

Think we got the wrong village?

Did I ever screw up?

- Well, Gulch City Bank... - Was I asking you, William? No.

Did what I say call for an answer? No.

Shut up! Shut up all of you!

Let me think this over.

- Chop suey! Look who it is. - Drop the Chinese act now!

Sorry. Look who it is though.

It's Esteban the prison pigeon.

Little Mexican!

My goodness, our homing pigeon!

Hands off, you smelly peasants!

We are the Daltons!

You must forgive him, he's not usually like this.

He can't express his joy. Inside, he's very happy.

How can I put it?

Imagine you're a buzzing hive of Mexican bees.

And a magic bear steals your honey.

Well, we're here to send that bear back to where he belongs!

The cave of un-magic bears!

He speaks true.

I'm sorry, okay?

I think you'd better not come in.

You scare them.

Shut up and let me talk to them.

Mexicans! Listen up!

Told you so.

Averell, find out the name of the big bandit, what day he comes...

what powers his magic hat has and what weapons they have.

Understood?

Don't go getting all steamed up...

but I think I've connected with the villagers.

I think I talk their language.

It's like I was a caterpillar and now I'm a woman.

I'll be right there, boys and girls.

Soldiers, I had a dream yesterday afternoon.

I had a dream that life was good here.

I had a dream...

that houses were made of chocolate.

And the walls were made of whipped cream.

I had a dream that a fairy. A fairy said to me...

-"Averell." - Averell.

-"Averell." - Averell.

- Look, I'm talking to the men. - Actually, they're women.

They're not...

- They don't have a... - Can I be of help, sir?

What weaponry do you possess?

Two carts, three shovels, five pitchforks.

- No other weapons? - Yes, sir.

Are you certain you possess no other weaponry?

Yes, sir.

- In terms of weapons, do... - Averell!

Let's just accept they have no weapons. Next question.

I know it's hard for you. I can feel it from here.

But you're not the boss anymore. Get it?

Run along. You'll thank me for it later.

Joe, you can't let him talk to you like that.

No sweat.

When we have the hat, I'll cream him.

Our lives are a nightmare. It's awful.

Not the chili. It's "bomba-bomba".

It's very strong. You eat it and go boom.

He is without mercy. We live in fear.

All the profits from our gold mine...

he steals from us.

He is El Diablo.

Ask if El Diablo's got a name.

No, don't bother My brother...

No, no.

I'll talk to you, not the string bean.

Good idea, that'll save time. And I'm the nice one really.

That is so untrue. Don't listen to him.

He is so nasty. Not nice at all, I'm telling you.

Averell!

- Eat the chili. - I'm not hungry.

Did I ask if you're hungry? I said, eat the "bomba-bomba".

That's "bomba-bomba"?

Very tasty. It has a little kick to it.

Warms the back of your throat a tiny bit.

Okay, what's the bandit's name?

His name is...

His name is El Tarlo.

El Tarlo?

Fuck! Fuck!

Don't mind him.

It's "bomba-bomba", little pigeon.

You really want me to write her?

Okay, so what do I write?

Whatever you want, you're the boss.

Don't get all smarty-pants on me.

Okay, boss.

What do I put?

How about: "Dear Ma, room's fine...

food's fine, weather's fine.

Soon you'll be proud of us, Your loving sons."

That's it.

All that? That proves you can't write.

Sorry, guys, I'll draw a house, sun, some grass.

That says it all.

Sure but it's drawing, not writing.

So what? It's writing in pictures.

But it's not writing.

What do you want? To write or fight?

I want us to write, not draw.

Averell! Averell!

It's cool, we're talking.

- Or drawing! - For pity's sake.

What'll he do? Hit me for a change?

Stop!

- Mama! - That's enough!

Funny, that shut him up.

I won't shut up, sorry.

Well done.

You win.

You win. You win.

- What got into you? - He doesn't know how to write.

You tell him to write something and he draws a house.

That's very... A house! Then he hits me.

Do you hit me? No.

You wouldn't do that to me. Then, he draws the grass.

G-R-A-S-S. It's not that hard.

No, he has to draw some grass...

when all you have to do is write it. Grass...

I can do that, no problem.

Sorry to interrupt, El Tarlo's coming.

Fuck! Fuck! El Tarlo!

El Tarlo!

Shame they can't use the machine gun.

What machine gun?

The one the Mexican army stores here.

My brother asked three times!

Averell.

Looks like I serve a purpose after all.

Stop spouting hot air and prove you're a Dalton!

Sorry. I got a little wound up. Totally out of character.

So, where is this machine gun?

Please?

If I may, it's a piston problem.

- The Mexicans put the... - I know all that!

You have to...

Averell.

Great fun. Love the machine gun!

See you next week!

Viva!

Viva, Tarlo! Viva!

See you later!

What a hat!

It's magnificent!

I preferred it as it was...

without the holes!

You'll see, in a week we'll laugh about it.

Isn't Mexico fun?

May my brothers die in dreadful agony...

if I don't find the man who did this to you!

- You did it! - Shut up! It was Tarlo.

Fuck-you!

Joe, don't. No, Joe!

Keep cool! Easy!

Where's the hat... El Tarlo?

His hacienda.

- Anything else I should know? - I don't think so.

There is something but it won't interest you.

- What? - He rents.

- What? - He rents his house.

He doesn't own it!

- And? - And nothing.

If I had his money, I'd have bought a place. Not you?

I don't know. You've caught me off guard.

You mentioned a fiesta? When is it?

Tomorrow. But don't expect an invitation.

Out of the whole village, he's only invited four people, Los Panchos!

Shame you're not them.

One last thing, at the fiesta...

El Tarlo will talk only to the most colorful, exotic people.

If you wan this sombrero, you'll have to seduce him.

Let's get seducing, okay!

I have a slight problem.

What happens if we don't share his feelings for us?

Averell? Averell?

Here I am. I'd hate to play with his feelings.

When I lay on the charm, people start getting attached.

If anyone's going to do any seducing, it's Dreamboat here!

Follow me!

Damned drunk!

- Tequila? - No, thanks.

- Los Panchos? - Yes.

- You're on in an hour and a half. - Okay.

Hear that? We have 90 minutes to get seducing!

- Averell! - Cool.

We're having fun. Relax! What a fiesta! Look!

Miss, four tequila sunshine, please.

And a few of those spicy things!

Good one. Go on.

The smoking area's in the cactus lounge!

Sorry, I didn't see... I didn't see the signs.

Friend.

- Have fun, my friend. - Thanks.

Have fun!

- Los Panchos? - Yes.

-60 minutes! - You just said...

Friend, he got it wrong.

60 minutes to get seducing.

Keep cool, Joe!

- No, no! - Keep cool, Joe!

- Get him outta here! - Look!

Viva El Tarlo!

Thank you, my friends!

I'm very happy to welcome you to my hacienda.

To tell the truth, it's not mine yet.

The problem is there's three of us bidding for it.

But the guy from the agency says I have the best package!

Meantime...

let's party!

Now...

let's seduce the critter...

and his magic hat!

You know...

I've seen stuff!

Out of this world!

Me too! Know what I've seen?

Extraterrestrials! Actually, they were 50-50!

50% terrestrial, 50% extraterrestrial.

So, extraterrestrials?

You've seen extraterrestrials?

Yes, yes.

What were they doing on Earth?

Washing their flying saucer, I think.

They'd come a long way. I saw them at his place anyway!

Averell? That's me! Be right there.

- So they came back? - A toast to the extras...

- Los Panchos? - Yes.

-30 minutes! - Okay.

- Got it? - Yes.

You're the band?

Yes! That's us.

We play congas on the guitar.

We've done a lot of weddings.

A lot of mixed marriages...

strangely. Mexicans and Indians...

Cowboys and cowboyettes...

That reminds me, did you know that...

El Tarlo only talks to exotic characters.

No one dares attack the bandit in the magic hat!

He is El Diablo!

The ukulele is a sport that...

- Where's El Tarlo? - Went for some food.

- What do you mean? - We all did!

When we ate? How long was I thinking?

- Los Panchos, 10 minutes! - What?

I thought for half an hour?

Thinking's such a waste of time! Now for the Dalton method!

Tarlo?

Olé!

Olé!

Olé!

Olé!

You can shove it!

I like the musician, he's funny!

What are you doing? You're on in 1 minute!

Paco, Chico, Luís Miguel.

What do we do now?

Tune up. We're playing in 1 minute.

We're the Daltons, not Los Panchos!

Come on, follow me!

Joe, where are we going?

Nowhere. We'll hide until they're asleep.

They won't find us here.

The Kings of the Pampa. The wonderful Panchos.

Yeah, that's us. Hi there!

First, we'd like to thank El Tarlo.

- Tune up, muchachos! - Tune up.

My goodness.

Stop, play now!

Olé!

- Joe, are you okay? - Get off me!

Who'd believe Los Panchos could pull this off?

Where's the musician? Where is he? Where is the musician?

Or maybe we are quite simply, the Daltons!

The Daltons? Who are the Daltons?

Yes, in fact, it was us all along! The Daltons!

The Daltons disguised as Panchos!

Daltons, Panchos. Panchos, Daltons.

Hold on, I'm telling them...

What are you waiting for? Come on! Slaughter them!

Who invited Los Panchos?

Come on!

WELCOME TO THE USA ONCE YOU'RE IN, YOU'RE IN

Averell?

Yes, Joe.

What's up?

- What? - Stay like that.

- Stand still! Stay like that. - What are you doing?

- Everything'll be okay. - Okay.

- You trust me? - Sure, you're my brother.

That was to remind you who's boss. Get it?

Let's go! Next stop Gulch City and its bank!

Prices are rising.

Look, Jolly Jumper.

Yeah, prices are rising.

Checkmate!

I win!I win!I win!

I win!I win!

- We're riding to Texas! - Riding?

Fora guy who beats his shadow to the draw...

aren't we going a bit slow?

Yup.

ACTION PLAN DESTRUCTION OF THE DANGER

DANGER RATE: VERY HIGH

ACTION PLAN

Follow me.

What do we do now?

No sweat. Time for a little magic!

Magic!

So, as soon as you touch the gates, the lights go out.

We need a plan B.

Roll up, ladies and gentlemen!

First, and it's the least I can do, let me say...

Hello, ladies! Hello, gentlemen!

Above all, hello, young lady on the front row. See you later.

Let me introduce myself, which is certainly the least I can do.

I am Dr. Doxey. D-O-X... Enough of that!

For one day only, I present to you an amazing product!

The elixir of truth! One drop of this and you will know the truth!

Repeat after me: I'll tell the truth...

the whole truth and nothing but, so help me God.

Old Man!

Yes, it's very true, ladies and gentlemen.

Since I started taking it, I only ever tell the truth.

Outrageous! You're no charlatan!

You're the real deal! My boy drank your chicken elixir...

-and look at him now! - Sir, please!

- In front of my audience! - Careful.

I don't know if dogs run after cats...

but seems like pigeons run after chickens.

That's no lie, cowboy! Have a bottle of truth elixir!

Come on, Rantanplan!

This smells fishy. Let's tail him.

Wow.

Lucky Luke!

- He beats his shadow to the draw. - So they say!

Coke, please. Not too much head.

Howdy, Daltons! I hear business is good.

Not bad, yeah.

Up to $9,000 on the Wanteds.

But you're not wanted for anything in this district.

That bank's pretty appealing, huh?

What bank?

Gotta be some use beating your shadow to the draw.

Come on, Joe, taste the elixir of truth.

Good health, Daltons!

Got any plans then?

Yeah, take out the bank.

It's for Ma, so she'll love us.

She kicked us out. We're up to $9,000.

Is that all?

We got the magic hat.

He doesn't know what he's saying. It's not really magic.

There's no rabbit or anything.

He's talking hogwash!

True, it helps terrorize Mexican villages...

but it's not specially magical.

Sorry!

- There's no magic to it. - Yup.

I got my eyes on you.

Check him out in those jeans! What am I saying!

"I got my eyes on you!"

He's a dreamboat!

- What came over me? - Hey, well done! Bravo!

Letting your feminine side out in the saloon. That takes balls!

You got good taste, though. Even I'd noticed Lucky Luke.

- Not for the same... - Button it!

The fabulous, the extraordinary Dr. Doxey's latest offer...

is the elixir that changes your face!

In less than an hour! Buy three, get a face for free!

That's right. I drank some an hour ago and look!

- I'm 20 years younger! - The wonders of youth!

Come on, do a double flip for us! Can it!

I think I have a plan for the bank!

- Pay this into my account. - Yes, ma'am.

We do indeed have certain positions vacant.

Naturally, I can't hire you as tellers.

Why not? Naturally?

- Listen, we're decisive. - We're fast.

- We can write. - And read.

Yes, but are you trustworthy citizens?

Excuse me, but...

for me, personally, trust isn't just empty words.

No way!

Yes.

Trust is made up of lots of things...

Like trust.

It's...

There's several types. There's trust as in "Trust me!"

Then, there's another trust.

There's a lot of trusts.

Trust with a capital T is something else.

- Yes, with a capital T. - Depends which trust you mean.

Sure.

The best thing is for me to demonstrate.

William, stand up! That's right.

Jack! Get up! It's actually quite simple.

Okay.

Concentrate.

Welcome to Gulch City Bank!

For your wages and uniforms, see Claudine.

- What about our brother? - Carry him out.

Will you shut up!

- Joe, keep cool! - Keep cool, Joe!

Just shut up!

- Shut up! - Here she comes.

I made up your room. You can come home, if you want.

Sorry, Ma, not tonight.

We'll come home after the bank.

A matter of honor. Right, Jack?

- Right! - Right, William?

I'm with you, Joe!

What about you, honey-bun?

That's his way of saying yes.

You know what you have to do.

Let's go. This is our big day!

Averell.

Get ready.

The big hand's nearly straight up.

It's very important you don't screw up.

I want you to bring chaos to the bank!

You go up to the window and start a fight, anything!

You have to create a diversion, okay?

Listen to me!

Listen! Jack and William open the gates.

Okay?

And I sneak right inside!

Get ready.

Okay.

That's the moment.

Let go of the loaf!

Go.

Hurry.

Find the lady. Where's the lady?

There's the lady!

Hey, dreamboat!

You know who you remind me of?

My left foot!

How you doing? You bump into someone?

Very good. A killer!

You have to create a diversion, okay?

Here it is, ma'am. Thank you.

Thank you, bye.

Scuzzball!

Wait!

Excellent! I'll split my sides laughing!

See you! No hard feelings!

Bunch of losers!

My left foot'll bump into you!

Good.

What's up, boys? Lost your aim?

Gulch City, we have a problem!

This is the best! We're going back home to Ma!

No blah-blah!

Deep breaths! Make the most of it!

Last edition! Last edition!

Four monsters, half-men half-potato, pull off heist of the century.

- Special edition! - What are you on about?

It's not four monsters, it's three monsters and a dreamboat!

Anyhow, we're not monsters. We are the Daltons!

Last edition!

Daltons nearly pull off heist of the century!

Hey, Daltonios!

I've come for what's mine! The magic hat that will allow...

The magic hat that will allow you to tyrannize my whole village!

Keep the sombrero away from El Tarlo and the Daltons!

We want our clothes back. We're freezing! It's a disgrace...

Ordering forged passports and not paying!

These guys rocked up and took four elixirs without paying.

Just grabbed them! Young people today!

Very true! They didn't dare try it on with me...

Me too.

They ordered a whiskey-grenadine and a huge breakfast, and ran out on me!

Nobody move! We have the situation under control!

Gentlemen, listen to me!

I know we did you wrong. I know we weren't always totally honest!

On behalf of my brothers and me, we understand, you idio...

Yes, indeed, friends!

There's a very simple way to settle this. Yes.

Very simple and very swift. And that way is...

a fight!

Yup.

Lucky Luke. Lucky Luke.

- Joe, keep cool. - Keep cool, Joe.

When's dinner?

He's mine!

You see, Lucky Luke...

in life, there are two types of people.

Those with a loaded gun.

And those with a loaded hat!

What happened, Lucky Luke? Did you miss?

My God, the façade, no! The ultimate weapon! No!

No, wait! Wait!

You think you're smart?

No.

You think you're smart?

You won't laugh so much face to face...

with the four most-wanted men in the West!

Give me a D!

Give me an A!

Give me an L!

Give me a T!

We are the DALTS!

Hold on.

- We're not the Dalts. - No, we're not the Dalts. I know.

We need more brothers!

- You gotta say it quicker. - Yes, we can say it quicker.

Not at all! I know what we need to do.

You stand there and you say, "Give me a DA!"

You're the LE. You say the TO.

And me the NEUH.

DA-LE-TO-NEUHS.

That makes us the DA-LE-TO-NEUHS.

Yeah, but we know who we are.

We are the DA-LE-TO-NEUHS!

Come on...

Come, let's get you to P-R-I-S-O-N!

Prison, you see!

Let's go, cowboy!

Hey, guys, the horse ate roast beef. The dung's string-wrapped!

Got a problem?

Who are you anyway?

I'm Ma Dalton, mother of the Dalton brothers...

the four most-wanted men in the West.

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

Lucky Luke! Lucky Luke!

- When I say go! - Joe?

- Shut up! - It won't work.

Pay attention! Five, four, three...

- Joe, don't! - Four! Let's go! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

- Let's go! - Joe, no!

Joe! You can't.

It didn't work!

I said so all along!

Why didn't it? If we're building the railroad...

we can't escape on it! As usual, nobody listens to me.

Who do we listen to? Joe! Who decides? Joe!

I'll kill him!

You always have to be the boss!

I'll kill you!

"I'll kill you!" "Keep cool, Joe! Keep cool, Joe!"

"How much was the loaf?" He can't even count!

Down the track! Down the track!

Up on horseback! Up on horseback!

I'll kill you!

Sweet to see a little brotherly love.

It's always you the boss. No one listens to me.

So we wind up flat on our faces.