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You hear that ?
This polecat shot blank.
'He killed him. Took his guns.'
I'll just bet you shot him in the back too.
So you better drop those guns, right now !
Alright then.
Use 'em.
"Colt .45"
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From the entertainment capital of the world
produced for television by Warner Brothers.
Need... pay.
Oldtown... pay.
Laurie.
What're you doing below the border ?
Can you hear me ?
Is there a doctor in the village, amigo ?
Habla ingles ?
Porfavor !
Senor.
No, senor, my mother, she owns the hotel.
- You wish a room ? - Yes.
But first I'd like to get help for him.
No !
What's the matter ?
You know him ?
No, senor.
But your daughter just said "The man has come back."
You misunderstood, my daughter's upset to see a dying man.
Is there a doctor in the village ?
No doctor.
At least we can dress this wound if you'll show me to a room.
I'm sorry, senor. All our rooms are taken.
- Senora, you're lying. - No.
'Your daughter was willing to give me a room'
'before she saw him.'
Senor, please believe me.
This man is a stranger to me.
I never saw him till a couple of hours ago
when I picked him up on the trail just north of here.
Now who he is or what he is comes second to the fact
that the man is dying and he needs help now.
Are you going to show me a room, or..
...do I find it on my own ?
What is it ?
Since you found him
he said nothing you could understand ?
Are you sure this man hasn't been in this village before ?
Senor, very few Americans come to La Broma.
I would remember.
Perhaps he was shot and robbed by bandits.
Perhaps.
It's dangerous to travel alone.
Even for a man who's as well armed as you are, senor.
I've never seen such guns as those.
They're Colt.45's. My family manufactures them.
Your family makes guns ?
Then perhaps you have come to sell these new guns in Mexico.
As a matter of fact I was to meet a man in La Broma.
An American.
But you are the only American, senor.
Surely there's someone in this town that can help him.
What do you do when you get hurt or sick ?
There's a woman.
A midwife, a nurse.
We call her Labiha.
Where is she ?
I do not think Labiha will come.
Where does she live ?
Never mind.
Senor, why do you do so much
for a man who is a stranger to you ?
Senora..
...why do you do so little ?
Labiha, did you find her ?
She wouldn't come.
Are you relieved ?
Who runs this town ?
Senor, I am Francesco Nunez.
I am the mayor, also the judge and the police.
You tend bar in your spare time ?
I own this cant in a.
Well, maybe you can tell me what's wrong with this town.
Why can't I get anyone to help a dying man ?
- What're you all afraid of ? - Senor.
No one here can help the wounded man.
Take him across the border to Arizona.
You will find there a doctor to help your friend.
Why're you so anxious to get us out of town ?
Believe me, senor
it is best for you and for the town.
Take the other one and go.
Quickly. Tonight.
Where's the nearest telegraph line ?
San Martin. One day ride.
Pay for this..
Was it Cranley and his Free Booters that shot you
and left you out there ?
I'll get you. I'll fix you.
Fix you. Fix you all !
All of..
Your horse is ready, senor.
I'm riding to San Martin to telegraph my company.
This will pay for that room and his care while I'm gone.
I can't take a man in that condition on this ride.
I'm not asking for charity.
- When will you be back ? - Tomorrow evening.
If anyone should ask you'll tell 'em where |I've gone
when I'll be back.
Si, senor, I will tell.
You are leaving, senor ? Es muy bueno.
I'm only going to San Martin, I'll be back tomorrow.
Why ? Because of him up there ?
Senor, you can do nothing for him, he is dying.
Please, senor, I beg you.
Go back to Arizona. Forget La Broma and him.
- Please. - What're you afraid of, Teresa ?
Why are you all so anxious to get me out of La Broma ?
For you own sake, senor.
And for ours.
I'm sorry, Teresa. Hasta manana.
Buenos dias. San Martin, is it much further ?
San Martin is no more. No one is there but the dead.
- What happened ? - Cranly.
Those banditos and Cranly.
Cranly's men raided San Martin ?
Only the dead are left in San Martin.
- Good morning, senor. - Good morning.
- Where's Maria ? - Who, senor ?
Maria, the woman who owns this place.
I'm sorry, senor, but I never heard of her.
What's goin' on ?
Day before yesterday I rode into town with a wounded man.
Left him in a room she rented me.
I gave her money for that room and to care for that man.
You are mistaken, I was here, I never saw you before.
You are perhaps confused.
We have no wounded men here, senor.
Senor, do not go upstairs, you're not allowed.
Stop ! Or I will call the police !
What did you do with him and why is she in my room ?
Senor , Tia Hernez hasn't left this room in over three years.
I told you, you were mistaken, senor.
I suppose you don't know me either.
I don't know what you're talking, senor.
I advice you to leave La Broma without making anymore trouble.
Not until I get some answers.
- One way or another. - Senor.
We do want violence.
Please, senor, no more shooting.
Jailer !
What do you want ?
How about cleaning up this cell, it's filthy.
A little dirt won't kill you, senor.
I'm not asking you to do any work.
Just hand me that broom.
One minute you're going to tear this place out
now you want to clean it ?
Here.
So, now we all know.
By evening Cranly and the banditos will be here.
And when they learn what has happened..
Perhaps if I could bargain with this man Cranly.
If I could tell him the truth
perhaps he would punish me only.
- Spare the rest of you. - Oh, no, mama.
But we don't want to buy our safety
with your life, Maria Valdez.
- But it is all my fault. - No, it is mine.
What's your fault, Teresa ?
- Senor ? - Nobody move this time.
I mean nobody.
Senor, we owe you an apology.
Apologies aren't necessary.
What's this all about ?
Perhaps you heard about Cranly Free Booters.
Perhaps.
Renegade country men of US.
He knows, he came to sell his new guns to Cranly.
Go on.
The man you found on the trail
Trumbull was called, he was one of the banditos.
He came to La Broma all alone.
We thought he'd been sent to see if there was anything
in our poor village worth Cranly's trouble.
The very name tells you the story.
La Broma. A joke.
This is truly a joke of a town, senor.
And why did you shoot him ?
We were so careful, senor.
We treat this Trumbull like a king.
He sees that our town has nothing
but this man is staying at the hotel
and here is perhaps the only things, senor
of beauty that all La Broma can boast.
'Teresa.'
That, senor, is when I shot him.
Well, how did his body get out on the trail where I found it.
The man was not dead, but dying.
In our great fear we decide to take him away from La Broma.
Hoping that in this way they will not connect this town
with the shooting.
You know how we felt when a few hours later
you brought him back.
We thought that you were one of the banditos, senor.
And then when I learned that you'd come
to sell guns to Cranly
I was afraid you'd learn the truth and betray us.
What happened to Trumbull while I was in San Martin ?
He died.
We buried him.
Senor, we just had word that Cranly and the banditos
are coming from the south.
I saw what they did to San Martin.
And do you still mean to sell guns
so that they may Kill more efficiently ?
I did contact Cranly.
He promised to send a man to La Broma.
Trumbull.
The sale of the guns was just an excuse.
Excuse ? For what, senor ?
My government is disturbed by Cranly's raids.
He's also raided north of the border.
But as long as he stayed in Senor or Chihuahua
my government can do nothing officially.
Oh, I see, but to someone like you..
I hoped to persuade him across the border.
When he arrived, we'd have him.
We were advised that they were mobilizing
to stop the Free Booters.
There are more than 100 soldiers stationed at Pitiquito.
- How far is Pitiquito ? - Two day riding.
It is useless, senor, Cranly will be in La Broma tonight.
- Perhaps not. - Senor.
You can't think that you alone could stop him.
- I can try. - But why ?
Why should you risk you life for us after what we did ?
I saw what Cranly's men did to San Martin.
I wouldn't want that to happen to La Broma.
Well, what do we got here ?
He wouldn't tell me nothin'.
It's alright, I'll handle it.
I'm lookin' for a fella called Cranly.
- What do you want with him ? - Your name Cranly ?
I asked you a question.
I'll do my talking to Cranly.
Mighty fancy guns you're wearin'.
Colt.45's, ain't they ?
- That's right. - Where'd you get 'em ?
- La Broma. - Who'd you buy 'em from ?
I didn't buy 'em
met a fella in the cant in a by the name of Trumbull
you put me in mind of him.
He just bought 'em and was spoilin' for a fight.
I obliged and he has no more use for 'em.
Well..
Did you hear that ?
This polecat shot blank.
He killed him, took his guns.
Now, I'll just bet you shot him in the back too.
So you better drop those guns, right now.
Alright, then.
Use 'em.
Somebody take care of him.
I reckon Trumbull asked for it, the same as him.
- I take it you're Cranly. - Why are you lookin' for me ?
Got a message from a fella who sells these beauties.
- Says his name's Colt. - Oh ?
- Where'd you see him ? - La Broma.
The man you shot was sent down there to make a deal with Colt.
That's what I heard, Trouble was the word got out.
Mexicans sent down over a hundred men.
Troops in La Broma ?
Now we heard the closest soldiers were in Pitiquito.
They were, but when they heard you were headed for La Broma
|-I sent them all there.
Well, figured to trap us ?
Why did Colt send you ? Why didn't he come himself ?
He was held, I wasn't.
Nice.
We could use them.
Too bad we can't do business with Colt.
Well, you still can.
He wants to beat the soldiers at their own game.
You'll mossy on over to Pitiquito
and settle the deal there.
How can he leave if he's being held in La Broma ?
When they find out you're not coming
they'll have nothing on him and let him go.
He'll back track and meet you in Pitiquito.
I don't suppose the Mexicans would expect that.
This Colt must be a pretty smart hombre ?
Well, it's hard for me to judge.
Now, the soldiers leave Pitiquito
to look for me in La Broma
meanwhile we do business in Pitiquito.
I like that.
Man up ! We're moving to Pitiquito.
Nice of you to bring us that message from Colt.
- Steers us away from La Broma. - My pleasure.
I could use a man like you if you're interested.
No thanks, right now I've got other fish to fry.
Well, you change your mind look me up.
I won't forget what you've done for me.
I believe that, Mr. Cranly.
Good luck !
This carbine plays an important part
when a cold blooded murder is committed
and all the evidence points to just one man.
I had my carbine I'd like to go.
No you can't, you're under arrest.
Say what're you trying to pull ? And who is he ?
And what right has he got to stick his nose into what I do ?
His name is Chris Colt, he's a friend of mine
and I gave him the right.
I'm just passin' through, on the way
to see a friend.
Ben Mason the Sheriff.
Give him my best.
What name will I use ?
Morgan Brent.
Just hearing it ought to keep him riled up for an hour anyway.
- What do you want, Mr. Grant ? - We want Brent.
He's my prisoner, not yours.
And as much as I hate him I'll fight you to keep him.
It's a suspenseful story for of many interesting surprises.
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