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Hello.

Hello.

Anybody around ?

Who is it ?

What do you want ?

Please, I don't have much money.

Take what you want, but don't shoot, please.

"Colt .45"

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world

produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Colt !

Anybody here ?'

Tried to kill me.

A little this way to take advantage

of the bright sunlight.

How do you take a picture without sunlight ?

It's difficult, there's a new flash powder

we've been experimenting with.

Magnesium. Messy.

Beautifully tooled guns, Mr. Colt.

Thank you.

Go ahead, Oliver, you can handle them.

Oh, no, I'd rather just look.

Guns always frighten me.

Well, they come in handy sometimes.

"You could've used one last night.'

- How's the head ? - Alright, thanks to you.

I know I've been hit though.

I can't for the life of me figure out

what those two men wanted

they broke one of my cameras

ruined a lot of equipment

but they didn't take anything.

Do you have any enemies in Silver Creek ?

No. Last night was the first time I ever set foot here.

Came in for supplies.

I've been out for the last couple of weeks taking pictures

of Indians on the Chaioa reservation.

Chaioa ? I heard they've had trouble out there.

That's right, one of the braves

killed a commissioner from Washington.

They were friendly enough.

Let me take all the pictures I wanted.

I figured I'd better get out while the getting was good.

Well, I've got business in town.

How long do you think this'll take ?

Kinda busy.

People around here have never seen a camera before.

They've been knocking on my door all morning

wanting their pictures taken.

I think I can probably have it for you by sun down.

Fine.

It'll make my life easier.

See, in my business I can't afford to give out samples.

But this I can handout pictures as a reminder.

Leave it to me, Mr. Colt, you'll have the best pictures

this side of the Mississippi.

Alright, Harper, let it go.

Works like a charm.

That thing can hold a buffalo.

Finish it up and keep it ready.

I don't seen any sense in letting that Indian

live off the fate of the land.

Let's go to the sheriff and get this thing settled

once and for all.

Who's it for ?

A Chaioa Indian committed murder.

'When's the hangin' ?'

I don't know yet, he ain't been tried.

You plannin' on fixin' the jury ?

What do you mean, mister ?

Seems to me you don't have much doubt

about what the verdict is going to be.

Wait ? What do you mean wait ?

We gotta make an example of him

if we wanna keep the others in line.

I told you before, Brady

we'll wait till the circuit judge gets here.

When ? Six months from now ?

The citizens committee wants action.

Now, you've got a signed affidavit from me

you've got one from the Indian agent what more do you want ?

Just a fair a trail as anyone else would get.

The judge will be here tomorrow.

Sheriff, you're forgetting who put you in office.

I don't like that kinda talk.

You and your citizens committee can build

all the scaffolds you want

but nothing happens till there's a trial.

- Sheriff Wood. - That's me.

'Chris Colt of the Colt firearms company.'

That's all I need, a gun salesman.

Sometimes a gun can be a blessing to a town.

Depends on the man who uses it.

The only blessing this town needs

is a sheriff with some good horse sense.

I know, Brady. But we'll still wait for the judge.

What can I do for you, Mr. Colt ?

You want somebody hung too ?

Well, all I want sheriff is your permission

to hold a demonstration for some of the merchants.

So fancy target practice ?

Might do some of the hotheads in this town good

to think about something else besides a hanging.

I saw those two at the gallows. Who are they ?

Well, the hothead's name is Brady.

He owns the feed and supply store here in town.

He's also the head of the citizens committee.

The other mans name is Cork.

He runs a saloon.

Neither one have too much respect

for the due process of law.

- How about some coffee ? - Thank you.

Get yourself a cup.

It looked like you could use some help.

I've been ordered to investigate the death

of commissioner Kendell.

Thought you said you sold guns.

Well, I do, among other things.

Oh, army intelligence ?

We're rather curious as to why an Indian

would kill a man like Commissioner Kendell

when he devoted his life to their welfare.

Afraid I can't help you there, all I've got to go on

are these affidavits.

This is a statement by Brady.

He says he saw the Indian kill Kendell.

What am I gonna do, call him a liar ?

Same thing with Babcock.

He's the Chaioa Indian agent.

He was with Brady at the time.

Babcock's always been a friend of the Indian's.

Well, according to this the Indian agent claims

he never saw the commissioner alive.

That's right, Kendell was killed

before he ever reached Babcock's place.

Shame too. I liked the man.

That's a good likeness.

That Indian in there is just as good right now.

- I'd like to talk to him. - Alright, come on.

White Wolf.

This man is from the army. He's here to help you.

I have already spoken my words

but I was not heard.

If you're innocent I wanna hear it.

What is my voice beside that of two men ?

I was hunting the deer when I found the white man.

I swear to you in the name of the great spirit.

'He was dead.'

'The two men came while I was standing beside the body.'

And for this they will hang me.

I better have a talk with the Indian agent.

Where'll I find him ?

Babcock's cabin is on the reservation

about five miles south of here.

You can't miss it.

Alright, hold it just like that and I'll see how it looks.

Hey, Mr. Photographer, she look better through that ?

You keep a civil tongue in your mouth, Harper

or I'll come down there and teach you manners.

Please, please !

I can't work with all this disturbance.

You have to remain seated

or your head won't be in the picture.

That ought to be an improvement.

Please !

Steady.

'Smile.'

That's it.

Don't move.

One.

"Two.'

Three.

That's fine.

I'll take 20 copies.

Twenty ? How come so many ?

One for each of my gentlemen friends.

Gentlemen friends !

- 'Oh, dear.' - What's the matter ?

I forgot to put a plate in the camera.

Oh !

- Babcock ? Chris Colt. - Yep.

Army intelligence sent me down to ask you a few questions

About Commissioner Kendell's death.

Yes, terrible thing, I'd always admired the commissioner

by reputation, he's probably the best friend the Indian's had.

- Yes, it was quite a loss. - Were you a friend of his ?

Well, I've met him on various occasions.

I'm sure you won't mind if I check out a few details.

Oh, no, I'm only too happy to cooperate.

Frankly there isn't much to tell.

I never met him personally, only came across the commissioner

at the moment of his death.

If I could've gotten there a couple of minutes sooner

I might've prevented White Wolf from killing him.

I just can't understand what got into that Indian.

- Well, he says he's innocent. - Yes, I know.

You don't realize how much it hurts me

to have to testify against one of my own Indians.

But Mr. Brady and I were both there at the time.

What was Brady doing here ?

He sells us most of our supplies.

Comes out once a month.

That is if I can't get into town.

Well, since the commissioner never reached here

I don't suppose you'd know the purpose of his visit.

Just routine, I imagine.

Surprise inspection from Washington.

Say, how about staying for dinner and spending the night.

No, I'm afraid not, I still have business in town.

Thanks for your help.

Oliver.

Oliver !

Yes, Mr. Colt ?

I'm looking for that little photographer

Oliver Pate, what happened to him ?

He left in kind of a hurry. Didn't say why.

- Did he leave a message for me ? - No, sir.

What about a sample case with some guns in 'em ?

Nope, he breezed out of here about an hour ago

like a horse with his tail on fire.

Any idea which way he went ?

North trail out of town.

I caught sight of him rattling along up the street.

Thanks.

And he was paid up for tonight, too.

- What's the rush, Oliver ? - Please, Mr. Colt, let me go.

What about my sample case ?

Oh, I forgot, I'll get it for you.

Suppose you settle down and tell me what's going on.

I can't. I can't !

I was told to get out of town and keep my mouth shut.

- Who told you ? - Please, Mr. Colt.

Oliver, who threatened you ?

- Mr. Brady. - Brady ?

The man who owns the general store ?

- What's he got to do with it ? - I don't know.

Came to my room and asked to see my Chaioa Indian pictures.

Then for no good reason he burned them up

and told me to get out of town and not talk to anybody.

That's strange.

Maybe Brady's one of men who jumped you

on the Liberty stable.

I never did anything to him.

Why'd he wanna hurt me ?

Take it easy, Oliver, let's try to think

this thing through.

You say you've never met Brady.

I took his picture, but that's all.

Can I see it ?

I think it's among those that he burned.

- But [ still got the plate. - Brady didn't destroy it ?

'He didn't ask for the plates. So I didn't tell him.'

He said pictures and that's what I gave him.

I guess he doesn't know very much about photography.

I'm taking you back to town, Oliver.

I can't. They'll kill me.

I don't know what's going on and I don't wanna know.

People attack me, threaten me, throw me out of town

and now you order me back.

All I ask is to be left alone.

A mans life might depend on those pictures

and I wanna see them.

I'm not getting mixed up in any murder.

I'll send you the pictures from St. Louis

as soon as I get there.

I can't wait that long, you're going back

and develop them for me now.

No, I'm not going back.

You'll have trouble with me.

Now, do you want your trouble here or in town ?

I don't know if it's going to work.

I usually do this in strong sunlight.

- Can you hurry it up ? - I might.

If we get anything at all I'll put it in a toning bath.

Do that, I'm curious to see

what's in that picture you took of Brady.

Where'd you take these ?

Some of them on the Chaioa reservation.

The others on my travels.

Is this Geronimo ?

One of the fiercest looking men I've ever seen.

That's Sitting Bull.

You can be real proud of your work, Oliver.

Thank you, Mr. Colt.

But if I can get this print for you I'm leaving town.

We'll talk about that later.

- "'I don't see a thing, do you ?" - 'Can't tell.'

What do we do now ?

Just wait.

Oh, dear.

- What's the matter ? - The magnesium container broke.

- What's that for ? - Lumination.

I told you about it.

Experimenting with indoor pictures.

Just keep that out of the way.

Why don't you sit down, relax. Have a smoke or something.

Can't, I'm too nervous.

I thought I told you to get out of town.

- I-I did. Now wait a minute. - What happened ?

What happened to your friend ? Where is he ?

Right here, Brady.

I don't understand your sudden interest in photography

but I'm willing to buy out that interest for $5007 ?

No sale.

Then get ready to attend a funeral.

Your own, mister.

Look at that window, you'll see what I mean.

Now, drop those guns, Colt.

- Where are the original things ? - What things ?

I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

The plates or whatever you call them

that you make the pictures from.

They're on the table.

Why don't you have your friend come in off the porch, Brady ?

Shut up and stay put.

Come on in and join the party, Mr. Babcock.

You're liable to catch a chill out there.

You wanna tell us why you and Brady framed an innocent Indian ?

Or shall I tell you ?

I'm afraid, Colt, you made a fatal mistake by prying.

'No, you made the mistake.'

You swore you never saw the commissioner alive.

I'm no different.

You and Brady both same him alive

and you killed him because you had something to hide.

You're wasting your breath.

- Did you find it ? - No, not yet.

Let me look.

We wouldn't have been in this mess if you had the sense

to destroy the plate in the first place.

No, please don't break them, they can't be replaced.

Get out of here !

This is the one we want.

Now where are the copies ?

- There aren't any. - Don't lie to me.

You two wound up here for nothing.

We make a pretty good pair.

Don't squirm, Mr. Colt.

Did you find out what Babcock and Brady were up to ?

Well, they were defrauding the government and the Indians.

Babcock was buying shoddy goods from Brady

and over charging the government

pocketing the difference.

Commissioner found out and they killed him.

Hurry up, Oliver, my neck is getting stiff.

Just a couple of seconds.

Hold it now.

'One.'

"Two. Three.'

Four. Five.

That's fine.

Picture taking will never last, Oliver

unless they make it painless.

Mr. Colt.

I'm afraid you'll have to pose for me again.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you forgot to put a plate in the camera again.

Well, I'm sorry, Oliver, I couldn't go through

that torture again.

Maybe I'll see you in St. Louis.

♪ There was a gun that won the west ♪

♪ There was a man among the best ♪

♪ The fastest gun or man alive ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ He carried the message of law and of order ♪

♪ Into a wicked land ♪

♪ With a Colt single action army revolver ♪

♪ Blazing from either hand ♪

♪ There was the right, there was the wrong ♪

♪ The gun was quick, the man was strong ♪

♪ And peace was made when they'd arrived ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

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