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Come on, pay for it.

Here, take it!

- A beer. - Damn it!

- Pay. - No...

Come on.

- Looking for someone? - Maybe.

- Hey fellow! That's four dollars. - I'm not in the mood for jokes.

- He asked you to pay him. - I already did.

That's just for the tip.

- A glass of beer is two dollars. - Two dollars? What kind of thieves are you?

- Watch your mouth! - I know just how to threat you.

We welcome anybody who's looking for some fun.

- Let's not waste time! Let's go! - Easy!

No, we would break the whole place.

Let's go outside, if you don't mind.

- Out of my way! - Every day the same story.

More work for the Chinese!

WELCOME TO DESERT SPRING

FASTER THAN 1000 COLTS

- What do have on you? - Nothing big. Flour, bacon, beans.

I can assure you, it's not worth robbing someone for that.

- You're going to Desert Spring? - Yes.

Save yourself the trouble.

- I'm buying the whole lot for 300 dollars. - I'm sorry.

That stuff is already sold to Mike O'Connor.

Get it in your skull, we are honest business men.

- Now what? - I'd like to sell it to you.

But I told you, it's just not possible.

It might seem strange to you, but I'm a truthfully man.

I don't want any trouble with the sheriff.

Being honest could be dangerous.

We only have fabrics with flower patterns, neddles, silk and cotton to stich.

- What shall we do with it? - We want food and tools.

Go to Brady's store at the end of the town.

- We've been there! - I bet he has steep prices.

- Right? - We can pay with gold.

If I was you I wouldn't tell that to anybody.

Hey, just a second! Let me see that.

Not again...

- That was our merchandise. - And as usual, Brady bought it.

Wait, Sheila! Where are you going? You'll get yourself into trouble!

Woe betide anyone who is hit by the wrath of an angry woman.

"Macbeth", third act, second scene.

Get out, starveling!

What a have-not!

I have no time to waste.

He thinks he can buy meat and bacon for 20 dollars!

That's a special price for a friend. Otherwise you can always go to O'Connor.

Why don't you go to hell, you rotten son of a bitch?

- You're talking to me, Miss Sheila? - Why?

Aren't you happy getting news about your mother?

- Where did you get that stuff? - We acquired it lawfully.

"Lawfully", eh? It was mine!

I bought it from Bernstein in Sacramento.

I'll talk it over with Brady.

Having a nice rest? Come on, let's go to work!

- Who do I have to thank for this pleasure? - The hell, Brady!

You damn bastards stole from me again!

Such manner of expression, Miss Sheila. "Stealing" is such an ungly word.

None of my co-workers is stealing.

How do you explain then, that the merchandise I bought from Bernstein...

...is brought to your shop?

Here is the receipt. Well, customary contest.

300 dollars!

He sold out for 300 dollars!

You're a scoundrel! The last word is not spoken yet, Brady.

I'll find somebody in this cowardly world...

...who will break your bones according to "customary contest".

Don't worry if you don't find anybody. In my ballet troup you'll always find a place.

And you let that happen?

A gentleman will never interfere in ladies issues.

Please.

- It can't go on that way. - You are right, Sheila.

We're all practically broke for some time now.

I don't understand, why we do not confess the fact.

Brady ruined us all. And nothing we can do about it.

- He's too clever for us. - And nothing we can prove.

We could call for the U.S. Marshal and he still would win the game.

- He's right. - Yes.

Sure, even our own sheriff, old Braddock, is on his side.

And then there's Lucky.

- Lucky... - You can talk, Miss Sheila.

Lucky would never shoot a woman.

Wouldn't he? But I would shoot him!

Don't make jokes about it, we all know about Lucky.

Wherever he was, he was filling up the graveyards.

That's a fact.

We're lucky that Brady keeps his temper.

Yes, how lucky we are! There's not even work for the Chinese.

- You are a bunch of cowards! - Sheila!

- I don't want to be insulted. - Those gentlemen are our guests!

Right. I'm a woman and I have to behave myself.

So what are you doing here?

Wasting time?

You told me before so you don't have to tell me again.

- You are afraid. - Let's go.

Get lost, if you already accepted that you are Brady's servants!

- Sheila! - I won't settle for it!

- Please. - I'll never join Fanny's ballet group.

Is this what you always wanted?

Beauty!

I like your looks.

Away.

Go away, let go.

A good example of the Euclidean dogma.

Quod erat demonstrandum.

For you ignorants: "Which was to be proven."

Okay, you won, you did win, Judge. I hope you give me another chance.

- With these cards? - Sure.

- Oh no, my boy. - No?

Faber est suae quisque fortunae, said Cicero.

For you ignorants, it means:

With all those idiots walking around here...

...I don't understand why of all people you have to fool me. Right?

- Bring them to that table there. - Yes.

Here's me forgetting on a daily base.

Thanks.

Gentlemen, place your bets. Only few seconds left.

Hurry up, place your bets. Place your bets!

No more bets, please!

Five. Red. Odd.

Wait with your departure. You know how we handle cheats?

But those are my last 6 ounces. I had 3 pounds when I came here.

- That means, you've had your fun. - I worked for 6 months for those 3 pounds.

Then you should start again as soon as possible.

You're working too slow.

Move!

And now...

Out!

Hey, you chose a bad place for a rest.

Well, General Sheridan has a great personality.

He is quiet and patient, but he's still a mule.

I'd like to see how much you can drink.

I bet, you'll break Joe Dolittles record, the day he drowned in a barrel.

A beer.

Are you staying?

- Well, who do we have here? - Hello.

It's been a while since you were here. And, where have you been?

- Crossing the desert. - I hope you returned with a lot of gold.

Business is bad. We haven't much to do.

- In case you discovered a nice mine... - Another one.

- What do you mean? - But I won't tell you where it is.

- Another one? - No, thanks.

- Keep the rest. - Just a moment. What rest?

2 beers, that's 4 dollars my friend.

- What's going on here? - He's not willing to pay!

Liar. Everywhere beer is 10 cents a glass.

- And there's half a dollar. - Well, my friend. You're wrong.

Here a beer is 2 dollars. Maybe tomorrow it's 3 dollars.

2 dollars? Is this a town of thieves?

Damn bastard! Draw your gun! What are you waiting for?

You are unarmed, eh? If you think you'll get away with that, you're wrong.

Get him!

Stop it right there!

- I'll take care of him! - Hands off!

Don't care about him. He was talking big long enough.

What a starveling! All he's got is two dollars.

Alright, for the remaining 2 dollars he'll take care of the dishes. Let's go!

Go ahead, clean it!

I told you to clean it!

- Leave me alone! - You tried to act clever, eh?

I'm sure a gentleman like you will do the job right.

Come on! Do it!

- Get out! Get out you bum! - And don't come back!

Damn bastards!

Damn bastards.

You have a tough skull, young man.

A rather scarce and dangerous item in this village.

I'll be back soon. I'll get you some water.

Wait! How much is the water?

You have to know... I have no money.

For this remark I should send you to the desert!

- 3 dollars. - I'm in.

- What... Where are the plates? - All cleaned up, Mister Lucky.

- 5. - 20.

Can you get up?

Here I am, General Sheridan.

No stable, no hay for us. Let's move on, old friend.

- And where to? - Far away from this place of lunatics.

In your condition you won't make it very far.

The desert starts here.

The less people I'll meet the better.

I told you you wouldn't make it.

How are you? Feeling any better?

If you care to know, this isn't new to me at all.

I had to undress you yesterday evening.

You had bruises all over your body.

Come on, eat something.

You're not a cowhand, right?

- How come you know that? - No calluses on your butt.

Ah, come on. It ain't difficult to see that.

Look at your hands.

And how often does one see a cowhand riding a mule?

Well, as soon as he has no money for a horse.

But you're right. I'm not a cowhand.

Calluses I have, but someplace else.

Who are you?

Let's say an expert in weaponry.

What's your name?

Ray.

Just Ray?

Ray.

So you travel incognito?

More or less. Where is General Sheridan?

You mean that mule? It's in the stable.

- There was a box attached to the saddle. - Your luggage? Here it is.

You have anything else to wear?

- No. - Too bad.

Then I have to find something for you.

To be honest, floral patterns is all we have right now.

- But I'll find a solution. - Thanks.

Again. Those wagons were meant for us.

Not a chance. They took them again.

We have to do something about this! Let's go and see the sheriff!

- That's no good and you know it. - Why?

- Brady bought him some time ago. - Let's go.

I'll try.

- Allow me? - Come in.

Brady's men got two more of those wagons.

- Yes, yes, I saw them passing by. - What will you do about it?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

It's not illegal, that Brady is buying your loadings.

He acquires it lawfully. He has all the receipts.

But that way only he has merchandise, to supply the prospectors.

- That's commercial competition. - Brady gave you that.

- How much is he paying for your words? - What?

There's a big box!

He buys our stuff very cheap and sells it 100 times more than it's worth.

He can do it, since he's the only one around here who sells anything.

Now what do you want me to do?

Escort your damn wagons and persuade the drivers...

...not to sell the loadings to Brady?

You know very well, why those men are selling.

There's someone threatening them!

But you claim to know nothing about it.

You're too old and you settle for too little.

Get out or I'll arrest you!

Get lost or I'll arrest you! Get out!

Out...

Won't take long and he'll be totally drunk.

What did I tell you?

Let's go.

Like I said, they still hope for the sheriff to solve their problems.

If I was a man, I knew what to do.

Are you sure, you're alright?

It's a long way and there's no village until you get to Tijuana.

- It's the first Mexican village. - All the better.

What do you want to do in Mexico? You can try your luck right here.

As long as you don't get intimidated by Brady, that bastard.

Desert Spring is the only trade center between the gold mines and Sacramento.

I'm sorry, Sheila, that's nothing for me.

Besides, I have to do something important in Mexico.

Thank you so much.

Also for this.

I'm gonna pay you for it as soon as I can.

Stop it! You're leaving, bum? Pity!

- We're gonna miss you. - Lots of plates to clean.

Where will we find another dishwasher like you?

Get off that skeleton, starveling!

Here with us, bums are not allowed to ride on mules.

- Who said so? - I did!

Mules are dignified animals.

Back! No, not that way. Grab him by the tail.

First the mule, then the bum. That's the law.

My son, remember, patience is the virtue of the wise men.

Back! Did you understand what I told you?

Or do you want me to give you another lesson?

Platon wrote that in his Menexenos.

Did you hear? Come on.

Well done, bum. I see, you became obedient.

Come on, get it on.

Come over, judge. I'll buy you a drink.

What is it? Did you change your mind?

Yes.

No, no.

- You want some more? - Oh, thanks, that's very nice.

You have to earn it. Yeah, right.

Right.

Don't play pool, judge. We want no lesson.

Today we want to have some fun. Make us laugh.

You have a strange way to amuse yourself, my friend.

You enjoy destroying a man's dignity.

Sure, you're not the first and you won't be the last.

But it's my duty to tell you, this is a dangerous game.

Ah, come on, judge. No preaching.

We want this ancient thing. Come on, get started.

Friends!

Romans!

Citizens!

Listen to me!

I came to talk to you about Julius Caesar.

Not to praise him.

The evil that people do...

...is still alive after their death.

The good things people do, often is buried with their bones.

I came to speak at Caesar's burial.

He was my friend. To me he was nice and trusty.

But Brutus said, he was overambitious.

And one has to believe Brutus, since Brutus is a man of honor.

Here are 300 dollars.

Well, my father decided not to use them.

But I think, you could use them.

Won't do me any good. I would miss a bison from three yards.

Didn't you say, you was an expert with weapons?

I know everything about weapons, except how to use them.

Goodbye.

Let's go, General!

Sheila! What did you do? Did you give him all that money?

Yes.

- But why? - It was all we had left.

300 dollars aren't worth that much around here.

But in Sacramento it's a hell lot of money.

We'll refill our stock.

Ray wouldn't sell that load anyway.

Just let me do. Your sore throat will be better soon.

- You'll see. - Let's hope.

Where did they go to?

I'm sure, I left them in here.

Strange...

They vanished again. Thank God I have some more.

No, I don't want any trouble. I'm telling you for some time now.

To satisfy the law is the greatest business there is.

- I do want any violence. - There will be no violence in this village.

Nobody will have a reason to complain. I give you my word.

We have to do something, if we want to keep that snake...

...from refilling his stock.

Procede as usual. Why do you think I'm paying Bernstein for informations?

That Ray is pig-headed. He'll never sell his load.

Then give him a better offer!

No way.

Here it is. Fortunately I always keep a reserve.

- Take one now. - Thanks.

- Are you sure it works? - Sure. It's potassium chlorate.

You'll see, tonight you'll sing like a canary bird.

They taste salty, but they work wonders.

Believe me, with this one only a gun can help.

Do what you have to do. But this load must never arrive.

Just a moment.

You cannot be involved, it has to be done very carefully.

I want no trouble, remember that!

- What do you want? - Groceries.

- That wagon is empty. - Tell us no tales.

- I won't sell the goods. - You are crazy.

I don't owe a cent. I just want something to eat.

And because of that you're shooting and showing off?

That's not necessary to scrounge a meal.

The convent offers a meal � la californian desert.

Olycook.

Canned meat.

Coffee.

Liquor for dessert.

Do you like beans?

- Didn't you notice that? - You mean the hands? No.

So how come you were not afraid?

The shot I fired was well aimed.

Let me see that.

Here, take it. That's a good pistol.

That's not the problem. It's my damn hands.

I used to be the best shot south of Sacramento!

What happened?

You want to know? A hammer. They broke my fingers.

They smashed each one of them. Why they didn't kill me?

It would have been easier but much less amusing to them.

Those bastards from Desert Spring did it.

6 months passed by and since then I'm living in the desert to recover.

Three months ago I couldn't fire a single shot.

But I'm in no hurry.

I don't care I'm starving to death in the desert.

I just wait to become what I used to be.

Is that thumb working?

- They didn't break that one. - What luck.

You can still squash cooties.

It's an interesting problem. Maybe I can help.

Yeah, right.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

How can one shoot with it now that you removed the trigger?

I'm sorry to disappoint you. Your hands will never heal.

But there's no problem without a solution.

From the mechanial side. It's a science.

Look at that.

You were right.

- Those pills really worked wonders. - What did I tell you?

Don't worry, I'll go there.

What good for is fidelity, honor and determination in a battle...

...if your inamorata isn't looking at you favorably?

- Macbeth? Shakespeare? - No. "The Persians", Aeschylus.

- I'm going. See you. - Bye.

- Oh, Mike. - Yes, Miss Fanny?

- Something left of that floral pattern? - Leave me alone.

- I won't make any trouble. - But your daughter.

Tell her, if she dares...

Wait till I get you...

Damn bastard!

You little bastard! You stole those pills again!

- Take that! - Help! Help!

- Leave the boy alone! - Just mind your own business!

Leave the boy alone or I'll dare another time!

He's stealing sugar and potassium chlorate to built up his fireworks.

I guess that means you have to sing with a coarse voice.

Which is sexier anyway.

- Miss Sheila! Miss Sheila! - What's the matter, Manuelito?

Go home and never come back again to Mister Brady's saloon.

- Wait, I have to tell you something. - What is it?

- You like your finance? - Which fiance?

- Because he'll get killed. - How do you know?

I overheard them. Brady and Lucky.

They said, they would kill him, if he wouldn't sell that wagon.

Where are you going? Sheila!

Let's go!

Well, look who we got here. The bum. Making a career for yourself?

From dishwasher to wagoner. Quite an improvement.

- What do you want? - Kill you.

What did you expect? I should go the legal way...

...and buy that merchandise, but I think there's no need to offer you that.

If I remember right, you have a tough skull.

You remember right, I have a tough skull.

Brave boy, however I'm sticking to the law.

At least I try. I'm offering you 3 dollars for that wagon.

Agreed, huh?

Well, don't say I didn't give you any choice.

Stop it!

Now I'm gonna show you!

Let me go! Let me go!

So you're beginning to like our little business together?

No, that's not my kind of thing.

- Damn it! - Sheila...

- What are we going to do with them? - Let's leave them here all tied up.

They're gonna be okay. Free delivery is for Pancho only.

Wait a minute.

Well, that's great!

I have 100 dollars and want to spend all of it.

You know what that means?

Now everybody will lift their heads.

Let Lucky go ahead and no one here will lift his head.

You're wrong. I want no blood and no violence.

More violence will follow and then the U.S. Marshals will show up!

The best way to get wool is to shear sheep.

- But not to skin them! - What are we going to do with Pancho?

The hell with Pancho!

- Nothing smaller? - It's the smallest I got.

Aren't you interested in selling that stuff?

You should get a fair piece of the profit.

That is not my job. I'm only an amateur in this profession.

What is this?

- A special lever. - A lever?

What do you want to lift with that?

- Ever heard of Archimedes? - Archimedes?

No, he was never in this village.

Archimedes once said: "Give me a lever and I'll lift the world."

With that you want to lift the world?

No, not lifting.

But changing maybe.

I told Braddock to arrest him.

Robbery and attempted robbery. He took the initiative.

- We have nothing to do with it. - Bravo!

Bring him to Sacramento, put him on trial and...

Not at all!

- He'll get his trial right here. - But there will be no judge.

In two minutes we'll have one.

Desert Spring isn't big enough to have a sheriff and a judge.

Organize the selection of our judge.

See that Lennox, that drunk, will win the selection.

Defendant Pancho, rise!

Come on, get up.

That's it. This court demands respect.

The court will read the sentence.

Defendant Pancho...

...you are guilty for being drunk, robbery...

...and some other stuff. Sentenced by this jury.

Silence, you bullies!

You are sentenced to pay 10 dollars.

The jury will withdraw now.

1,360 dollars in coins and 36 ounces of gold.

Brady would have make 10,000 dollars at least out of it.

That's right. But we are honest merchants.

We are expensive, because we take risks, but we make fair prices.

This may be the first and last time we managed to see it through.

And why?

You think Brady will pass another time?

We'll come down handsomely.

Somebody informs him every time a wagon is coming.

We all know that. It's Bernstein, that double-crosser.

- And? - We don't buy at his place anymore.

Better even, we buy in another town.

- That way Brady will get no more informations. - You think it will be that easy?

Well it is easy. The store is empty.

Everything was sold in one single day.

I'm leaving soon.

Help me with those mules.

Poor General Sheridan!

You saved yourself from the army, but not from those methods here at Desert Spring.

They wouldn't even spare animals.

They mess with anybody who can't defend himself.

In Sacramento you can buy anything. Even wagons and horses.

I was going to say that too.

You're way behind, Lucky. For Tombstone these times are over.

It's not a gun that counts anymore, but this here.

And how are you gonna save a business like ours with that?

Lucky is right. There's only one man here in this bunch of rabbits.

Get rid of that man and the rabbits will remain rabbits.

Get rid of him, huh? Sure thing...

But not the way you think. Desert Spring is an important place.

Hundreds of people come here to get supplies.

- And to get fleeced. - Just commercial competition.

It will stay that way. We have a sheriff and a judge.

You think I'll pay them so you can show off?

What's the purpose then to have the law on your side?

- Hello, my friend! - Drop dead!

- Can you do anything else besides shooting? - I practised.

- I'm almost as fast as I used to be. - And that's why you scared the horses?

I stopped you because you got lost.

- This ain't the way to Desert Spring. - Yes, I know.

But the normal way is too dangerous for me.

It's the only one possible. This path leads through the mountains.

You'll never make it fully loaded.

- What are you doing? - I'll borrow your horse.

I'll give it back to you in Desert Spring. Now I can go back there.

Come on, I'll show you the way. Follow me.

Come on, my friend! Don't be afraid, the great Sheppard is leading!

Look who we got here. The lunatic.

Did your hands heal, Amigo?

What else do you want? Do we have to break your legs too?

Come on, show us what a brave one you are.

In the meantime I'll smoke a cigar, if you don't mind.

You wanted to smoke, right. Are you angry with me now?

The way is clear now!

- Who was he? - A friend.

He too was fighting for a free trading business.

Even...

...if he didn't know it.

- How come nobody is coming? - Our friends are here.

- Aren't they enough for you? - Stop joking.

Good boy.

Where did you get that wagon and the merchandise?

In Sacramento.

Bernstein said, he didn't sell anything to you.

I bought from someone who is not talking as much as Bernstein does.

- I don't need no chatterboxes. - What's the matter? We got things to do.

- Out of my weay! - Easy, Miss Sheila. We too have things to do.

Hey!

You didn't buy anything. This all comes from Bernstein!

And you stole that wagon, right?

What? Damn liar!

You take care of them.

- You all stop it now! - Let me go!

I'll take care of him.

- He'll get a fair trial!

He'll get his trial, don't you worry.

You damn liars! You cowards!

Don't get upset. Save your breath for the gallows.

You'll attend the usage of the theorem of Pythagoras.

You ignorants of course don't know about cathetus and hypotenuse...

...but voil�!

Let's go, your honor! Time to work. This here is the defendant.

- The jury already got all evidence. - Which evidence?

All that's left to do is to sentence the defendant to death...

...and then we'll go and have a drink or two.

It's over for you now, you bum!

This court will apply the law of this state by all means.

For this reason it points out its doubts regarding the legitimacy of this jury.

Well, come on, your honor. No fooleries now.

The rope is ready and waiting. Let's not waste more time.

That's a 10 dollar penalty for contempt of court!

Sheriff, the defendant is yours.

The trial will be held tomorrow, with a legally selected jury.

The court withdraws now.

Are you gone mad?

Why did you do that, you old drunk?

Come on.

Go back to your place.

Get up.

- What are we waiting for? - Ever heard...

...of a Tom Dooley?

He was a poor boy.

He was sentenced to death for stealing horses.

I sentenced him!

Three hours after they hung him...

...the guy who really did it was caught.

Let's go!

That's the reason why this judge became a human wreck.

And a drunk.

We fathers of families and honest people gathered together...

...to give this village a constitution!

Enough! Stop making him that small.

- Where is the prisoner? - Locked up in his cell.

Okay, go get some sleep and leave the keys on the desk.

But I have to keep guarding.

I said "leave the keys on the desk".

- And go home! - Okay. Alright then.

I have the feeling, there'll be a dictate of conscience tonight.

I may be wrong, but something's telling me that someone plagued by his bad conscience...

...will hang himself in his cell.

- What do you think? - You can bet on it.

Getting old is a bad thing. It makes a coward out of you.

But sometimes you remember, what kind of man you used to be.

For instance that judge today.

Listen Ray, go away, far away. It's the best for everybody.

And take Sheila with you. She's a good girl.

I know her from the day she was born.

I'm her godfather. Did you know that?

Say hello to her from me.

Okay, let's go. First we'll give a good talking to that drunk.

I guess we did that already.

- Boy, he's really weighty. - Well, he's filled up with whisky.

Oops! But he's not as solid as a barrel!

You can have some fun later on! Now we're too busy. Let's go!

- Shall we leave him here? - Throw him in that watering place.

Poor guy! He'll be forced to drink water.

For the first time in his life!

- What do you want? - Get down!

No!

Let me go! I can't breath!

Be quiet!

Come.

- Loosen that rope! - Now we'll have some fun...

Let's go!

- Where is he? - I know where to find him. Move!

No...

- What do you want from me? - Where did you hide him?

- Speak up. - What's the matter?

I don't know nothing. Absolutely nothing!

- Nothing at all. - Nice talking.

Speak up!

Okay, come on. That won't be it, my dear. Go!

Here you go.

He's had it.

Daddy!

Sheila...

You cowards!

You murderers!

Easy.

Go out of my way!

You'll pay for this!

Take her away!

Come on, hurry up! Go hide her away!

And what about you? Taking a rest? Hurry up now!

That's easier said than done. Her shoes are weapons.

Will you tell me now what happened to Bernstein's wagon?

I can't. Brady would kill me.

So you prefer to get killed by me.

A question of taste.

No! I will talk. I 'll tell you where I hid him.

I don't think it's gonna be easy. Let's give it a try.

If you think I'll untie you again, you're wrong.

We'll bring him back. Don't worry. And this time he won't get away.

I'll change clothes. I want to be part of this hunt.

Its gonna me my pleasure, to be at your service.

I thank you.

You'll take a rest. Augustin will take your place.

- He can't ride a horse right now anyway. - Yessir.

- Where can I go to? This is my room. - Go to my room.

Not bad. I bet you already know the way.

What a witch!

I'd be more careful if I was you, Miss Sheila.

- Is that so? - You represent a big problem for us.

Officially Ray kidnapped you, after he broke out of prison...

...then he killed your father and set the house on fire.

This all gives us the right to hang him right away.

As soon as we get him.

That will mark the end of the subject "Ray".

But what will we do with you, Miss Sheila?

Augustin will guard her for a start.

Once we hanged her kidnapper, we'll see.

- Let's go. - We'll catch him in no time.

He can't be very far.

I'm doing this hoping that you'll pounce on me...

...the way you did it with Fanny tonight.

I have to settle an account with you.

Everybody here?

Sheriff, we'ready. Mount up, boys!

Just a minute! Wait a second.

They all have to swear an oath to become deputies, otherwise it's not legal.

Right. Let's get on with it! Boys, raise your right hand!

No, no, no... No.

The collective swearing of an oath is not legal. One behind the other.

He's right.

- Alright, but let's hurry up. - Sure, very quick.

Let's start with you. Raise your right hand and repeat after me.

Patience. The doctor said to make cold cataplasm every 30 minutes.

If you want to sit down...

Do you have another one for me too?

Why not? It's your right anyway.

All doomed men have the right to smoke a cigar.

If you knew how right you are.

No!

Raise your right hand and repeat after me.

- Hey, look! - There's Ray!

Ray...

He has guts.

This is your man, Brady.

And here's Bernstein's wagon, It was hidden near Dead Horse.

- And he brought it there. - Easy, Ray.

I'll arrest you as a supect regarding the murder of Mike O'Connor and...

Never mind "suspect"! He's guilty and must be hanged!

- I have enough of this! - Get away, Ray! They want to kill you!

Get him! I want him alive!

And the girl too!

- Don't shoot! Brady wants him alive! - He can't escape! He's trapped!

Hey Ray!

Come on, you murderer! I'll give you a fair fight!

Fight for your life! Be a man! Take a gun and defend yourself!

Or do you prefer to hang like a dog? Make your choice!

Come on! What will you do? Let's go, take a gun and come out!

If you won't I'll set the house on fire!

What a coward!

What are you up to?

What is this?

General Sheridan didn't want it.

- General Sheridan? - The real one.

Leader of an army.

He said it was a toy that never really worked.

At the same time he wanted weapons that could kill.

Maybe he was afraid of losing his job.

With equipment like that any war would be over in 5 minutes.

So there's some humanity in this invention.

Don't think about it. You're not the only one that killed for the first time today.

I never managed to shoot. I couldn't shut tight my left eye.

Brady helped me with that this time.

- What are you going to do with it? - I don't know.

I was going to find a less stupid general in Mexico and sell it to him.

- So will you go? - No.

Even now that this thing cost me everything I owned.

Pancho was right. I'm a starveling.

I hope, you still have a name.

- Or will you go on calling yourself Ray? - No, I have a name.

Thompson.

Engineer Raymond Elvis Thompson from Cincinnati, Ohio.

This is the portrait gallery.

Here are the portraits of the most famous cadets of West Point.

This is General Sherman, who took Atlanta.

And this is General Ulysses Grant. After he captured Richmond...

...he ended the war between the states. This is General Beauregard.

That is the famous General Sheridan, Commander of the first cavalry.

An expert in weaponry. Thanks to him the army was introduced to automatic weapons.

- And who is this? - I don't know. Someone named Thompson.

They say he used to be one General Sheridan's collaborators.

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