All language subtitles for Sei iellato, amico hai incontrato Sacramento (1972)

(western music)

(suspenseful western music)

(horse neighing)

- You smell something wrong
then too there, Ringo?

- [Man] Jack Thompson,
that jinx again, dammit.

(gun firing)

'Atta boy, play dead.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

(laughing)

(guns firing)

- Following me like a curse, huh?

Yeah, I'll fill you so full of lead bullet

you won't hamper me again.

- You're always out of luck, Murdoch.

And too far behind on the news.

- [Murdoch] How come?

- Because the stage goes
by another road now.

You never thought of that.

(guns firing)

Dear Lord, forgive me but
I'm losing my patience.

(guns firing)

If you don't take this
rascal off my hands.

(guns firing)

- And you made me lose on
your prize fight, you bastard.

For every penny owed to me , I'll get you,

you filthy son of a broken down bitch!

- How dare you talk like
that about my mother.

(guns firing)

It's not polite.

Hey, Jack!

- How do you know?

- [Jack] You don't have
a mother to tell ya?

- Oh yes I do.

(gun firing)

- Well, maybe.

- You always bet on the
fighter I'm against.

There isn't another prize fighter
in this state in my class.

You oughta know, I win 'em all.

- Rat up, you phony.

You belong with freaks in the sideshow.

The fighters you beat are
all paid to throw it to you.

- [Jack] I win with my
fists, not with my money.

If I have a chance at ya, I'll show ya.

You'll wind up in a sideshow
as a midget. (laughing)

(guns firing)

(man groaning)

(fly buzzing)

(gun firing)

(man yelling)

(whistling)

(horse neighing)

(guns firing)
(suspenseful western music)

(branch cracking)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(horse galloping)

(guns firing)

(bullet ricocheting)

(man groaning)

(gun firing)

(horse galloping)

(dogs barking)

- Mr. Thompson's horse.

He's in trouble again. Now what?

(hoof clacking)

(horse neighing)

- Ringo!

Papa needs us as usual, huh?

Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Jim, Papa needs help.

Ike, our horses, quick.

Jim!

Jim!

- Oh not again.

- Are you surprised?

You stay here, Ike. Round up the men.

Papa may need you all.

If we're not back soon,
you know what to do.

- Okay Maggie.

- Lead the way, Ringo.

- What a father.

- You're not to question him.

And don't you pin your hopes on Jim.

I know him better than you.

(gun firing)

(Jack grunting)

- [Bandit] Tom, he's all yours.

- [Tom] You're sure? Can I come out?

(suspenseful western music)

(eerie ringing)

(laughing)

- Tom Murdoch.

Are you still afraid of me?

- I'll bet you laugh on
the other side of your face

when I pull that rope.

- It was just the idea of me hanging.

You know it'll be the first time.

You instead act like a
man who's going to hang,

and you're gonna hang
sooner than you think.

(laughing)

- Hang him.

No, hold on, wait a minute.

- What's wrong, Tom?

You got him where you want him.

- Suppose he's worse luck to me dead.

Yank it.

(guns firing)

You ain't seen the last of me.

(whip snapping)

(whip snapping)

- What took you so long?

Say, you almost got me.

Try to aim higher.

- Next time you're roped.

- Uh-Oh.

(laughing)

- It's high time you
looked after the ranch.

- What do you mean, Maggie.

Let's not force it on Papa.

The only job that can appeal to him

is having a fight about nothing.

It's his way to feel young,
don't be too hard on him Maggie.

- It just doesn't look right, Papa.

Fighting at your age.

Now this is the last time, promise.

- But Maggie's not altogether wrong.

(western music)

- I'm glad to see you.

You know the Gregorys are
having a dance tonight.

With a barbecue and raffle.

I'd love to go, will you take me?

- Ned, take care of the horses.

- Comin' boss.

Welcome home Mr. Thompson.

- Thanks.

- Well Papa, do you promise?

- I'm not so sure about Jim.

- Oh Papa, he's in his right mind.

- (laughing) Alright, and I
won't get in trouble again,

I promise you.

- Ah well, let's hope.

(horse trotting)

- Alright, what's your story this time.

- Oh nothing. That filthy Murdoch

accused me of cheatin' him.

Don't you understand, they
believe I'd buy off an adversary.

Huh, think of that.

When we got to the 30th round,
here's the way it happened.

I hit him with the left, another left,

then a right to the chin
and he went down like--

- Papa.

- Huh?

Yeah, I understand, Maggie.

I'll tell you all about it later.

- I'm not satisfied with
the work in the fields.

- But Maggie, seems to me
we're ahead of schedule.

Isn't our spring planting
all finished now?

- I said I'm not satisfied with your work.

- Never you mind, her
bark isn't like her bite.

- Yeah, but it's good for us she's here.

Between you and your
father, this ranch is--

- Ah but Ike, you told me you
liked women with real grit.

And so, take her.

- She's the one you're pinning
your hopes on, aren't you?

- Why you..

- What are you two giggling
at, go do your work.

(choir humming)

♫ Oh Jesus we love you

♫ Oh Jesus, oh Jesus

♫ As we love each other

♫ Oh Jesus, oh Jesus

♫ Yes love is the holy hold

♫ That keeps us together

♫ Forever and always

♫ Celestials hear my prayer for Jesus

♫ Oh Jesus, oh Jesus

♫ And free us from the sins and misery

♫ Because this is the holy freedom

♫ Freedom in my heart, oh Jesus

♫ When my work is finished

- That girl Evelyn is not a bad dancer.

- Why don't you get rid of her?

- Why should I?

Now she's in her right mind.

(trumpet playing)

- Jim, show me the picture.

I thought it was Evelyn's portrait.

- I like horses better.

- Are you sure you really are my son?

- I wouldn't know, are you?

- Why can't you leave him alone?

- Here ya are honey, to your health.

- And to yours, chum.

- Whiskey.

Hey, Cockroach, you waitin'
to grow right sized?

- Here's your whiskey,
here's your whiskey,

keep your shirt on.

Now, I'm bigger than you are,

you better mind your fat rat's tongue

or I'll smash a bottle in your teeth.

- Calm down, Cockroach.
Can't you take a joke?

- I warned ya.

(piano playing)

♫ This is the story of a girl

♫ In love with someone

♫ That simply doesn't realize

♫ How much she cares

♫ When I first saw you walking in,

♫ My heart was kept away

♫ And if you asked me to

- Wanna earn $100?

- Sure, who am I to kill?

- Hold on to it, you'll
just provoke someone.

- [Man] Is that all? To
me it comes natural. Who?

- [Bearded Man] The man
Rosie's in love with,

the lady who runs the salon.

- [Man] Who's he?

- There with the beard.

- Sacramento? Better count me out.

- $150.

- No.

- $200, in advance.

♫ And say you love me too

♫ Oh no, this can't be just a dream

♫ Something is telling me

♫ But maybe I'm just a fool

♫ 'Cause I should simply say

♫ Oh darling love me so

- Get out of my way.

- [Man] May I have this
dance, sweetheart? (laughing)

- Turn me loose.

- Doc, help me!

(gun firing)

- A shot of whiskey.

- Stay where you are, everyone.

Thompson, we all have had enough of you.

High time you quit, once and for all.

So, we've fixed us a prize for you,

real entertaining, you'll see.

(whip snapping)

- Get out.

- Get outta here.

You too. Quick.

- Things got out of hand a little.

- I'm afraid you're right.

It was not because of me.

- You're coming home with me, Papa.

- Alright, Maggie.

(all talking and laughing)

- Mr. Thompson, just a moment.

And the damage? It isn't settled.

- Yes, of course. I'll
settle it tomorrow, okay?

- Oh.

- Hey Jim, stayin'?

- [Jim] I'll catch up with you.

- Well, good evening.

(guns firing)

- [Man] Get everybody off the streets.

Watch the roads into town.

I aim to relax a while.

Be good boys.

(yelling and screaming)

- Women!

- [Woman] Get your dirty hands off of me.

- Well that takes care of you.

Law abiding people, that's us.

Respect for the Sheriffs.

They get special favors
like separate quarters

and their own bathrooms.

Pedro, stand watch and
hold your drop on 'em.

Don't turn your back.

- My throat is dry.

- Good old Pedro, always dry.

Nevermind, I'll make
sure a bottle reaches you

and by a lady's hand, see you later.

- Bottle of what?

(laughing)

- What a crummy excuse for a bank.

- Better than nothing.

- Tell your client
Sacramento we're only taking

a measly down payment on all
the money he made me lose.

We'll get the rest back
with interest another time.

- You can forget the bank notes,

the paper will all be discounted tomorrow.

Leave the chicken feed, let's go.

I wanna have some fun.

- Me too.

(laughing and jeering)

- Listen, there's a rule here.

You buy my bottles.

You pay your money first.

Let me go.

You'll pay for this, you dirty scoundrel.

- Help!

Help!

Help me!

(suspenseful western music)

Hurry, help!

- Hang on.

Hang on to the reins.

Helen, Helen.

You're alright, it's all over now.

- Thanks.

No, no, let me go, that's
enough, I don't wanna--

- Hey Ike, let her go you bastard.

- What's that?

- Taking advantage of the situation, eh?

- Come on, get down here and say that.

- I said you're a bastard.

- I'm surprised.

The boy means it.

- Did you think your
children were both girls?

- [Woman] Hey Sacramento,
Mr. Thompson hurry!

- Please let me go, I can't
take any more of this.

It won't be for much longer,
Sacramento's on his way,

I sent for him.

- You slut.

She sent for Sacramento, let's
surprise him good and proper.

All bar flies in the kitchen.

You three keep an eye on them.

The other boys outside to take cover.

Get ready for business, the
rest of you take a window.

(slow suspenseful western music)

- Elby, go take a look around outside.

- Okay.

Nothing here.

Hit him loose.

- All quiet?

- Real quiet. Just a white horse

haulin' a wagon around
with an empty barrel on it.

- Better shoot him.

- No.

It's bad luck to shot a nag.

Get back to your posts.

- What are you doing on the floor?

Sit up, you'll get your clothes dirty.

- You won't think it's
so funny when you see

how much they took of yours.
It's not insured, either.

- Well, they left the change I see.

- Are they gone?

- No, they're all still here.

Waitin' for me.

- [Banker] Well untie me!

- No, no. You're safer here, and besides,

if you ain't afeared it
could cost me my life.

- Jack, I hope you get blasted

the moment you set your foot out there.

(laughing)

(slow western music)

- He's coming sure.

Pretty slow though, wherever he's at.

The old son of a bitch.

- Maybe her story wasn't true.

Let's pull out of this town.

- No, give us time.

I told you, he's gonna come.

- Go on, Ringo.

- Make yourself at home.

Now this a personal affair.

Wait 'til I tell you before you step in.

And remember you have a
wife and two young children.

- Four.

- Four?

Man, you're fast.

- This is not a bank, it's a train depot.

How did you get in with
all those bandits around?

The front window upstairs.

That's how your father managed it.

We'll have to wall it up or
else robbers will get in.

- Where's my father?

- Well he appeared and
disappeared like a phantom.

He wants no interference.

- Well we can't just stand around,

with professional killers like
those, the odds are too big.

- Well if there's any problem,

there's help outside waiting to be called.

- Look, your father is unpredictable.

Perhaps it'd wreck the joke he's planning.

(western music)

(metal clanking)

(ominous music)

(guns firing)

(loud banging)

- Run for it!

(guns firing)

- Hold it!

Hold your fire.

Don't shoot.

Murdoch!

Murdoch!

Come out and show your face.

There's no reason, Murdoch,

to kill all these innocent people.

This only concerns the two of us.

So why don't we settle it man to man.

Let the best man win, you or me.

(haunting western music)

- Behind you!

(gun firing)

- You're too damn fast, Sacramento.

That don't prove I lost, not by me.

(laughing)

- Six tables damaged, two ...

How can a person read this blur?

- But I thought you wrote it.

- That's true.

Two kerosene lamps destroyed,

20 bottles of whiskey,

one French silk petticoat,
pair of brocades--

- That's enough.

What a business.

It gets worse and worse.

- I know the trouble
you're suffering from.

Why don't you marry Mr. Thompson?

Me, a woman who runs a saloon?

Marry him?

It's none of your business
what I suffer anyway.

Forget it, Cockroach.

I'll soon be alright.

- No offense, no offense.

I grew up with women and I
still can't figure them out.

Oh.

- Good evening.

- Polite gentlemen don't
enter without knocking.

- Well, you sent for me?

- You've an account
owin'. Your breakage added

to what the bandits did, totals $400.

Unless you wanna pay now,

I'll have to refer the
matter to your bank.

- I'm not paying for what those sons of--

- First of all, remember you're
not to speak so coarsely.

Why should you pay me for the bandits did

just because you didn't use

a grain of sense when you interfered,

otherwise the place wouldn't be

nearly wrecked the way it is.

- Now look, I must say
you're not being reasonable--

- You have nothing to say I care to hear.

You're a menace, you wreck a
bar or are a public nuisance,

you've no respect for
other person's rights.

And if you intend to have
your next prize fight here,

you're gonna put of a
whale of a bond first,

because furniture gets
smashed as soon as you

stick your toe inside my saloon.

- Yes, I know, I'm sorry about that.

- Jack,

but haven't you anything else to me?

- Well, you've said it all yourself.

Good evening.

(dog barking)

- [Woman] Not so fast,
you'll tear my blouse.

- [Man] Chill, will
ya? We'll be all night.

- Ouch!

(romantic music)

- Ringo.

Go to bed, run along.

Pleasant dreams.

- We'll be married?

- [Jim] Not if I can help it.

- I might have known it.

I'm only the boss's son's little friend.

But, I'm not objecting.

You can't play with me
as much as you like,

because I really and truly
love to be your friend.

(horse neighing)

- Quiet down, damn you.

(grunting)

- And who let you off work?

- What's it to you, the
boss knows where I am?

- The boss's son, you mean.

- Jealous, aren't you?

- Me, of Jim? (laughing)

- Woah, no use a frightin', quiet down.

- You see that devil, no
one here can break him.

- I wanna try.

- But that horse is like savage.

- I said I wanna ride him.

- Okay, Maggie.

- Damn you.

- Get off Bill, Miss
Maggie wants to ride him.

Jump!

Steady boy.

Watch out for his head, Miss.

(horse neighing)

- Ho, ho.

(horse neighing)

- Call Maggie.

- [Bill] Miss Maggie, Miss
Maggie. Your father wants you.

- [Maggie] What is it, Papa?

- Where's your brother?

- I haven't seen him.

- You still wanna fight the boy?

- To tell the truth, I'd
forgotten that. I'm not sore.

- Yesterday you boys had a difference

that's got to be settled.

Go wake him, he was out late last night.

If you are not out back
within half an hour,

you'll have me to tangle with.

Now go and wake him.

Go on.

- Okay, sir.

- But you're getting worse.
There's no sense in fightin'.

Don't torment him, just
because he's not like you

doesn't prove he's no man.

He's very sensitive.

- [Jack] Yeah, so much he makes me laugh.

But have reason to think he's changed.

- What do you mean, Papa?

- Nothing, but your old
Papa knows best, huh?

Why not come along too, and you'll see.

I'll get that fat off ya,

come on, come on.

Ringo, get moving.

Now you know the rules,
I'm the only referee

and if I see either one holding back,

he'll catch it from me, is that clear?

Weight into it, a few punches
never did a man any harm.

This fight I want clean, fair and square.

I don't want any hitting below the belt

or finger gouging in the eyes,
let's not see either one.

Now let's get started.

Come on!

Use your right!

Mix it up!

- Now what?

- Go on!

Get up, on your feet.

Come on, get up.

- We doing this for real?

- Yeah.

- Quit dancing.

Get up boy, hit him.

Go on.

Go on, go on.

What do you think you're
doing, swattin' flies? Hit him!

- Look, I can't go on.

- I said hit him!

Get in there you petty waste, mix it up.

On your feet.

Come on!

That's it boys! (laughing)

Ah, you're no son of mine.

- Times like this, I wish I weren't.

- [Jack] Close in, use your right!

- Papa this fight is ridiculous.

- It sure is.

- Why don't you stop it?

- Not yet, Papa's not gonna stop it.

The boys stay here 'til
they've been hit enough.

At this rate, we'll be
here 'til after dark.

You fight like two old maid schoolmarms.

I'd better leave.

(western music)

- Oh, balls of fire!

- Stay down!

And don't you swear at me like that.

- What else would you say?

- It's good for ya, Ike.

- It's good for me, she claims.

- Now you behave.

- What are you doing, Maggie?

- I'm helping their recovery.

- Recovery? What's there to recover from,

after those love pats you traded?

- You'll know after you
meet Dynamite tomorrow.

You want them saved for you?

When I get through, put Dynamite

instead of little beef
steaks on my swollen eyes.

- Mr. Thompson, you're
forgetting that Dynamite

is 20 years younger than you.

- He's right Papa, so far you were good,

I've got to admit that.

But one more time is tempting your luck,

you can't win forever.

- You think not?

- [Jim] Yeah.

(laughing)

We'll talk about that
when I've KO'd Dynamite.

I want to teach you two
a little about boxing.

Together.

- Ow.

- I think he'll get a
proper lesson instead.

- I heard that, Maggie.

(all laughing)

- [Man] Unbeaten champion,

and will be for a long time to come.

Step forward, who's first?

You sir, step right this way.

A golden opportunity.

- [Waitress] Here ya are.

- [Man] Five dollars? Five it is.

- Good morning, Rosie.

- Good Morning.

- A beer, please.

- Always on tap.

One beer, coming up. Here you are, Doc.

- I wonder, Mr. O'Donald,

now which are you gonna bet on?

- If it would give you some pleasure,

I would even bet on Jack,

but since you didn't ask me
to, I put a little on Dynamite.

- If I had some dough in your
bank, I'd pull it right out.

- Cockroach!

(laughing)

- Well I'm sorry, but Jack is simply

too old a man for boxing.

Dynamite is gonna cut him to ribbons,

and we'll have quite a job
sewing him back together.

- I don't belong to your sewing circle.

And I'll point out, you
don't know Mr. Thompson's

beaten yet, that remains to be seen.

- My dear madam, haven't you noticed?

To everyone, or practically,
the favorite is Dynamite.

- Because they don't know a
hole in the ground from their--

- Oh.

- Sorry, how shall I say it?

They know less than a gopher.

Would you like another beer?

- Yes, if Cockroach will let me.

- Hey, dude, aren't you ready yet?

- Coming, cowboy.

- And Maggie?

- Oh, she's not coming.

Afraid for Papa, she's fed
up with all the trouble.

Said she preferred to go for a ride.

- You mean alone at night,

when all the men are
going to see the match?

- Don't worry about my
sister, I'm damn sure

she'd beat up the devil by herself.

- Jim.

Jim.

Take me with you to the fight.

- No, and for two reasons.

First, it's not a proper
place to take girls like you.

- You said it.

- What else?

- And second, because I want you to

count the minutes until I come back.

(laughing)

Let's get moving, Ike.

A woman's place is in the home.

- So long.

- Have fun.

- I see your relations with
Evelyn are coming right along.

- And so is winter.

The nights are getting longer and colder.

- I get ya, you provided
yourself with a stove.

Drinks on the last to the saloon.

Yee-haw.

(crowd murmuring)

- Knock his teeth in!

- Kill him, Sacramento!

- Get out of here!

- Hey lady, would you remove your--

- I would not.

- Forget it.

- Knock his block out of the saloon!

(bell ringing)

- This won't last for long--

- We're only in the 28th round.

- That's two more rounds.

- Hey lady, would you mind--

- Certainly.

- Use your left more, and stay with him.

Don't allow him a seconds rest.

And you'll see by the end of this round

he'll be getting short of breath.

- [Trainer] Don't let up for a second,

keep hammering at him.

You'll see, he'll fold in
the next couple of rounds.

- Just do like I tell you.

(bell ringing)

- He's had it, hooray!

- [Referee] Hold it, let him up.

- This might last all night.

Let him have it, Papa. That's it.

- When are you and me gonna go

a couple of rounds after the fight?

Hit him, Sacramento!

- Keep fighting him there,

don't let me down, Sacramento.

(bell ringing)

- Now's the time, he's on the run.

- [Trainer] You got him licked,

now hit him with all
you got, even your head.

Anyplace, the ref's on our side.

- Pour it to him, and
don't forget your right.

- Yeah, yeah, sit down.

Now watch.
(bell ringing)

(crowd yelling)

- On your feet!

- Yeah, yeah!

- [Referee] Let him up.

Get back to your corner.

(bell ringing)

(horses galloping)

- Thompson, I'm grateful to you.

It was a good investment
betting against you.

- If all your investments are
like that, you'll fail soon.

Goodbye bank.

(bell ringing)

- Now Mr. Thompson, let's go!

Murder the guy!

- [Referee] Get back, get back.

Hold it!

- Too bad.

- Try harder, you gotta, you gotta!

I bet my shirt on ya,
remember my four kids!

(crowd yelling)

- Hey Jim, what makes your
old man drag it out all night?

- Because he likes people to cheer him.

- Come on, he'd flat now unless
Dynamite let it continue.

- That's a lie.

- Take it easy, Ike.

- Hey son, come here.

- Mr. Thompson!

- Come here, I said.

- Sacramento, Mr. Thompson.

For you.

- Jim, read this.

I gotta talk to you, sheriff.

I'll be with you in just a second.

- $20,000 dollars left in a
small hole at Devil's Pass

will return your daughter safe.

(crowd cheering)

- [Referee] One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine, 10, knockout!

- Get me every cent of that money tonight.

If it has to be done, mortgage the ranch.

Got that, Jim?

- I'll get it for ya.

- When you've raised the money,

you and Ike take to that place.

It's Maggie's life, remember?

- Alright.

- Good.

- Where are you going?

- Meanwhile, I'm preparing a surprise.

It may save her life.

- You know where to find her?

- No, but I'll soon have the information.

- You want me to help?

- No thanks, Sheriff,

I can handle this myself.

Remember your four kids.

I'm going with you.

Well this affair concerns me,

she was almost my daughter.

- I reckon so, Doc.

She was, in a certain sense.

And you still blame me 'cause
her mother turned you down.

- I blame myself.

- Since when?

- Since now.

May I go with you?

- No Doc, I'll handle this business.

And besides, you're more help to me here,

raising the money I need.

Let's say, you do it for Maggie.

(exciting western music)

(horse trotting)

(dramatic western music)

- This is the place.

That's called the hole in Devil's Pass.

(exciting western music)

(moves into suspenseful western music)

- Wonder what's delaying them.

- Don't you worry, they'll come.

- That's probable.

But what if they never meant to come here?

- We'll wait 'til sundown.

I'm not sure it isn't
something my father's arranged.

- Sundown is too much time.

She'll be in trouble then.

We'll I'm not leaving $20,000 lying here.

- You're right. That could be
the reason we're in this spot.

Having us out of the way
was their plan, I'll bet.

I'm worried about your father.

- Like I am.

(exciting western music)

(moves into suspenseful western music)

(bird calling)

(western music)

(rope swishing)

(man groaning)

- [Bandit] Hey, bring me
a cup of coffee, will ya?

- Here.

- Why you!

- Where's the girl?

- Inside.

- Where inside?

- In the cellar.

- Thanks.

Much obliged.

Hey.

Got a light?

- Sacramento!

(man grunting)

(loud slapping)

- What the hell's got into him?

- I don't know.

Let's go see.

(man snoring)

- Now what in tarnation?
(bell ringing)

Put me down!

Help! Help! Help!

What are you doing?

Help!

- Hey, amigo.

(guns firing)

(man groaning)

(guns firing)

- Where'd he go?

- Thataway!

That's him!

(guns firing)

- Wake up, Miller. Come on.

- Where is he, where'd he go?

(dramatic western music)

(cocking gun)

- He's fucked us!

Come on, quick!

You two on that side,

you on the other.

You come with me.

I want him alive, don't shoot him.

(exciting western music)

- Maggie.

(grunting)

- Don't shoot.

(gun firing)

Alive, I told you.

(laughing)

(revolver clicking)

(western music)

- What do we do, Tom?

- We wait for the money.

- Those two in the cellar?

- I'll kill 'em with my bare hands.

- Say the cash don't
arrive, what do we do?

- It'll arrive.

And real fast.

- Tom, how can you be so sure.

We've been waiting two days,

and Wyatt and Stevens ain't even near.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

(cocking guns)

- Who are you?

- Here's your $20,000.

- Aren't you, I know you.

You're that banker, Doc.

What happened to my two men?

- I don't know.

I was directed to bring you
this money by two strangers.

They said deliver it to Tom Murdoch

at the abandoned hacienda,

and tell Murdoch we'll get
there as fast as we can.

But if you wanna move on

they said they'll catch up with you.

I met them on the road.

- If you're not alone.

- I am.

- Check on that.

Keep him covered.

Go get the pair of them.

Thanks amigo, I'm glad
you paid the ransom.

But it ain't so much,

to pay for all you made me lose

from San Francisco to Dallas.

Buying off every fighter you fought,

compared to all that laboring for nothing,

my earnings went down
the drain over and again.

- The banks you rob's earnings.

- You believe liftin' money
ain't a difficult way to get it?

You got away when you
was about to be hanged.

You swindled me outta
holding up that stagecoach.

She appears to be curious
about the menfolk,

and my boys know how to satisfy her.

They ain't bad when they get--

- Why your men, aren't you
interested or are you impotent?

(gun firing)

- Come on let's go.

- Maggie.

(guns firing)

(man yelling)

(metal clanging)

(guns firing)

(man yelling)

(guns firing)

(horses neighing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Goodbye, Jack.

By now you're a very old man too.

I won't bet against you again.

My only regret, I'm prepared to admit,

is not being privileged to see you

defeated in one of your matches.

You put up a fight.

Don't cry, Maggie.

Keep a close rein on your
wildcat father, if you can.

Could you think of me
when the rest forget?

- Bury him Ike, and then
you better take Maggie home.

But keep your eyes wide open,

we're not out of the woods yet.

Well, I'm gonna give Jim a hand.

(gun firing)

- Down.

(gun firing)

(man gasping)

(guns firing)

(man yelling)

(dramatic western music)

(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

(gun firing)

- Thanks.

- What did it feel like?

- Well that's hard to say, Papa.

- Well what took you so long?

- Papa?

- [Jack] Yeah?

- Are you intending to
go on with your fights?

- Nope, I'm getting married.

- To Rosie?

- That's right.

Why, any objection?

- Well, don't expect Maggie
and me to step in this time

to get you out of the
worst trouble of your life.

(both laughing)

(western music)