All language subtitles for Day.of.Anger.1967.(Western).1080p.BRRip.x264-Classics

DAY OF ANGER

Good morning, Mr Corbitt.
Haven't you got anything for me today?

No, Scott. Take that stuff away,
it makes me want to throw up.

It's all from the respectable citizens
of Clifton.

Get lost!

- Hey, Bill.
- Did you see that, Scott?

They call me Blind Bill,
but I'd like to see anyone else do this,

in this city or in the state.

You're good, Bill.
You're the best shot in the whole West.

You filthy tramp!

How many times do I have to tell you
not to dirty my empty bottles?

I use them again and I'll have
to wash them because of you.

Filthy pig!
I'll get rid of your other eye too.

Blind Bill didn't realise, Mr Murray.

I'll wash the bottles for you.

Don't ever touch me again.

Ugly son of a bitch!

What's going on?

It's years
since we heard shooting in Clifton.

Who fired that shot?
A madman or a drunkard?

It's nothing serious.

Abel Murray fired a round
into Blind Bill's backside.

Where are you going?
The can needs emptying.

Not this way, you'll stink out the saloon.
Go round the back.

- Did somebody fire a shot?
- It was me, Nigel.

Just to clean out the barrel.

You should do the same
every so often,

if you can still find your gun.

I'm the law here.

In Clifton that's worth more
than an old weapon.

What a stink!

Good morning, Doctor.
Where have you been so early?

It's been a rough night.

First a birth,
then a bad case of diarrhoea.

No complications, I hope.

As far as the birth's concerned,
you should ask Perkins.

His wife's given him a pair of twins.

As for the diarrhoea,
it's one of Judge Cutcher's mares.

Bye.

Scott!

When you've done your rounds,

grab your broom and give the front
of Vivian Skill's house a sweep.

All right, Mr Miller.

Hi, Gwen.

How are you, Scott?
I haven't seen you for a long time.

Hey, you, get inside.

If you show too much
you won't sell it. Get in.

Well?

Have you come to gawp?
Get busy with that broom.

Call me when you're done.
I'll give you a quarter.

Don't worry, Vivian.

You know I don't want money
from you.

You did a lot for me
when I was here.

You were just a little baby then.

Are you looking for something?

A stable.

Ah, yes. There's Mr Miller's stable
at the far end of the road on the right.

You can't miss it.

Where I can sleep,
and sleep well?

There, in the saloon.
You just passed it.

It's a hotel, a gambling house,
a bar and a restaurant.

Do you want a dollar?

- Take my horse to the stable.
- Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Scott.

- Scott what?
- Just Scott.

I never knew my father.

What about your mother?

Everybody called her Mary.

Mary.

That can be your surname.

Call yourself Scott Mary.

Everybody would laugh at me
if I called myself Scott Mary.

Maybe they would.

Wouldn't you be able
to make them stop?

When you've got my horse settled,
come to the saloon for your dollar.

My name's Talby.

Another job, Murph.

Take good care of him.

I earned a dollar
just for bringing him here.

Look at that saddle.

All leather, worked by hand.

What will you do with that dollar?

I'll save it.

This one makes eight.

When I've got another ten
I'll buy myself a Colt at the emporium.

What will you do with it, son?

The days of fast guns are over.

A good pistol used to be worth more
than money in the bank.

When Doc Holliday
of the OK Corral died,

there was a real massacre of people
trying to get hold of his gun.

Doc Holliday
was the fastest shot in the West.

- Him, not his pistol.
- Him and his pistol.

There can be
the experience of a lifetime in a gun.

Drawing your gun
faster than the other guy's not enough

if the other guy knows a trick
that you don't know.

In my day,
a man either learned all the tricks

or gave work to the gravediggers.

I'm going to buy myself a Colt
and wear it.

I want to see if anyone will still have
the courage to call me a bastard.

I've only got a wooden one for now.

But it's better than a broom handle.

When I've got the Colt...

I shouldn't have taught you
how to handle a gun,

but it's the only thing I can do.

Do a good job
and Talby might give you a dollar too.

- Talby?
- Yeah. That's the stranger's name.

Talby...

I think I've heard that name before.

- Where?
- Not round here.

Many years ago.

It's a shame.

They're so pretty
but they'll be dead in a couple of days.

My father doesn't want me
speaking to someone like you.

Do you understand?

Eileen...

Eileen...

Good morning, Judge Cutcher.

I--- I-

You're a good boy, Scott,
but you're a bastard.

Your mother
was one of Vivian Skill's girls.

As for your father,
who knows who he was?

A lot of people visited that house.

So don't even look at my daughter.

Bastard.

Don't talk to her any more.

And don't come by here anymore.

Bastard.

Do you understand?

Bastard.

Your wife did pretty well,
didn't she?

I'm the one
who doesn't know what to do now.

Don't give me that!

You've done well, Mr Perkins.

Two little Perkinses in one go.
Good for you!

Here's to your twins' good health!

Cheers!

- Have another one.
- Good things come in threes.

You're right.
Lots of children, plenty of wealth.

- I was talking about other things.
- Here's to wealth!

Your dollar.

Sit down.

What are you waiting for?

Would you like a whiskey, Scott Mary?

What are you doing here?

He's my guest
and he wants a whiskey.

You're not from around here.

He cleans the toilets.

He sweeps the pavements
and sometimes even this saloon.

This is no place for him.

He can't sit down here.

If he wants to drink
he's got to go to the kitchen.

- The customers don't want him...
- A whiskey.

All right.

Kick him out, Abel.
Or do I have to do it?

You don't want to make us drink
with that shit-shoveller, do you?

Didn't you hear that?

Get out of here!

Scott Mary is my guest.

My guests drink with me
as long as I or they wish to.

Listen, stranger.
Clifton is our city.

We don't want any troublemakers.

Be quiet or I'll knock your teeth out
and kick you out.

You'll have to use your gun.

- As you wish.
- No!

You'll testify that I only fired
after he drew his gun.

Perkins was nothing more
than a boaster.

He'd never have fired at you.

How was I to know?
I'm just passing through.

Drink up and let's go.

We don't want
to be hanging around a dead man.

Was that your first?

We'd better have another one,
then.

Silence.

Silence!

Silence!

Having heard the witnesses,

I, Judge Cutcher,
in the name of the law, proclaim

that Hart Perkins died
in the course of an act of aggression,

during which Frank Talby
acted in legitimate self-defence.

I'll teach you to stay in your place.

Just one more question.

Is that the first man you've killed,
Talby?

In legitimate self-defence, I mean.

No, Sheriff, he wasn't the first.

But I don't put notches on my gun.

The hearing is closed.

Just a minute.
You listen here.

Wait.
Let me go out first.

What the law doesn't see,
it can't punish.

This'll take you down a peg or two.

And that's for dirtying my saloon
with your filthy presence.

You need a lesson, kid.
For your own good.

And this is for poor Perkins.
His twins were only born yesterday.

You rotten bastard!

- The boy's got nothing to do with it.
- Get out of here!

Go back to your stable,
you old fool.

You can run all you like,
Perkins' men will catch you.

Talby!

He's gone.

But we'll catch him up.
Right, Sartana?

Let's go.

Come on, Sartana.

Go on!
Go on!

Come on, Sartana.
Let's go!

Damn it, Sartana.

We've lost him again.

Move it, you stupid animal.

I hate people
who mistreat their animals.

But...

Why are you following me, kid?

Come up with a good excuse
or it'll be your last one.

I ran away.

They were out for my blood.

That's no excuse.

I want to be like you.

I know how to draw
but I've never had a real pistol.

If you teach me,
I'll learn fast.

I could be useful to you,
look out for you.

Maybe.

All right.

First lesson.

Never beg another man.

You'll take me with you?

How much money have you got?

Eight dollars.

Give them to me.

They'll be useful
for your second lesson.

Second lesson.

Never trust anyone.

Come on, Sartana.

Let's go and hear the third lesson.

Go, Sartana!

- What's that?
- Tequila, sefior.

It's the only thing we got here.

It helps you handle the desert sand
when you're on a journey.

My journey ends here.

Go and tell that to Wild Jack.
You know where he is.

My name's Talby.

Right away, sefior.

Hey.
What town is this?

- Where are we?
- We're in Bowie... for now.

For now?
Why?

Because all hell's
going to break out here soon.

Wild! Wild!

Wild Jack...

Third lesson.

Never get between
a gun and its target.

Hello, Wild.

Come on in.

Damn it all.

It would have been better
if you hadn't come here.

Don't be a pessimist.

You never can tell.

I said that for your sake.

I'm not one to seek revenge.

Give me my 50,000 dollars
and it'll all be over.

You can believe me or not.

I don't have a single
filthy stinking dollar in my pocket.

I escaped from jail three weeks ago.

I've been waiting ten years
to give you the bill.

You lost your money
but I did ten years in jail.

That's your business.

To pull off the heist, I brought in
certain people from Clifton.

You'd better sit down if you're
going to tell me all about the heist.

We were meant to attack a train
with a shipment of gold.

The Clifton people had clean hands.

They were supposed to help us
and give me an alibi.

It was all perfect, no risks.
We'd split the money between us.

And those clean hands tricked you.

Cowards!
Damn right, they did.

They testified against me
and the loot disappeared.

What could I do'?

My word
against a banker, a judge

and the rest
of those honest rich bastards?

And so my 50,000
ended up in their pockets too.

That's right.

Why don't you go to Clifton now'?

You can get your revenge if you want.

Get the money they owe you
and then pay off your debt.

I've got a price on my head.

They're looking for me all over Arizona.

I'm here in Bowie
but I've got one foot in Mexico.

I see.

I'll tell you what we can do.

You give me the names
of the people in Clifton,

then go on down to Mexico
where you're safe and stay there.

How will that work?

Let's say I'm buying your revenge
for 50,000 dollars.

From now on the people of Clifton
will be in debt to Frank Talby, not to you.

Or else?

Or else... you have to pay.

One way or another.

As you wish, Talby.

I can't argue with you.

You're too fast.

Drinks for everyone!

I want to celebrate
the return of an old friend.

A friend I hadn't seen
for many years.

Drinks, I said!

You're not drinking?

Not yet, Wild.

Maybe your story's true,
maybe it's not.

If everything goes well,
I'll drink to your health...

in Clifton.

You think you're pretty funny,
don't you?

Very well,
we'll drink, amigos.

To my health.

Here.

No.

You don't want to drink either?

No.
I'm with him.

Now we'll see if you'll drink.

That's enough now, Wild.

Come on.

This is the fourth lesson.

Punches are like gunshots.

If you miss the first one,
you're already done for.

I'll remember that.

What shall we do?

Wait at Bill Farrow's ranch.

Has jail turned you into an idiot?

We need to kill
that troublemaker right away.

I'll try if I get the chance.

You go now.
Be quick.

Wild.

You've got a short memory.

You forgot to tell me the names
of those people in Clifton.

I never forget anything.

There's Turner, the banker.

He knew about the shipment of gold.

Judge Cutcher.

He was supposed
to give me an alibi.

Abel Murray.
He was driving the train.

Bill Farrow.
He was escorting the convoy.

He's got a ranch now.

Down there, on the Stafford road.

No.
No, Frank.

I beg you, don't kill me.

No.
You can't kill him in cold blood.

Fifth lesson.

When you shoot a man,
you've got to kill him

or sooner or later he'll kill you.

Farrow?

Bill Farrow.
Too late.

Hands up.

If you move, you're a dead man.

He's the second swine to pay.

And you'll be the third.

Your gun.

Move it.

Hold tight, my friend,
if you don't want your bones to break.

We're going for a nice little ride.

This is going to stretch your legs
and clear your head.

Come on, Talby.
Who's the fastest shot in the West now?

Have you ever seen a worm
run like that?

One more time!

Do you want a nice cold beer, Talby?

Look.
Isn't that Talby's pal's mule?

Oh, yeah.

Let's drag it along too.

Sixth lesson.

The right bullet at the right time.

Well done.
You've made good progress, Scott Mary.

Looks like I owe you my life now.

You won't owe me anything
if you take me with you.

Seventh lesson.

Before you untie a man
you must take his gun.

Eighth.

Don't give anybody
more bullets than they need.

All right.

You've learned everything.

You can come with me.

But don't get your hopes up too high.
It's a dirty life.

- Hey, Scott.
- Hello.

What would you like?

To see all the guns you've got.

- Guns?
- Yeah.

- Guns.
- Ah, yes.

Yes, of course, sir.
Right away.

See if it's right for you.

Let's see that belt.

Put it on.

I'll take it all,
plus 100 bullets.

How much is it?

The gun and the belt
come to 50 dollars.

I've only got three boxes
of 12 bullets.

Take my advice and get stocked up.

They'll be selling well
in a few days' time.

Here, load it up.

But... is it really all mine?

The gun too?

Of course.

Let's go and see if it was worth it.

Good day.

Your belt's too high. The holster
should be level with your hand.

Like that.
See?

That's better.

Try and hit that plate.

Well done.

You didn't miss once.

How did you get six shots
in the centre?

You don't slap a hammer,
you stroke it.

It had been there for 27 years.

What's going on?
Why were you shooting?

Take your horses
and get out of here.

This is no place for you.
Perkins' men swore they'd kill you.

Take it easy.

I'll find my own men if I need to.

You won't find anyone.

You can try me, Mr Talby.

Go away, Scott,
before I give you a good kicking.

Be careful, Sheriff.
That's how it started with Hart Perkins.

Is that a threat?

No, a warning.

Whether they come or not.

You've sold your life
for very little, kid.

Mr Turner?

Yes.
Welcome, Mr Talby.

To what do I owe this honour?

It's a matter of money.

- You want to make a deposit?
- No, a withdrawal.

But you don't have an account open here,
Mr Talby.

I don't, but Wild Jack does.

I don't understand.

Wild Jack...

Wild Jack is dead.

I've inherited his credit with you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

A certain Farrow is dead too.

But first he signed a long confession

with the names of all his accomplices
from back then.

No omissions.

Mr Talby.

How much would this withdrawal be?

- 1,000 dollars.
- 1,000 dollars?

1,000 dollars.

Here you are.

And now may I have that document?

For so little?
What do you take me for?

We'll see each other again.
My money's safe here.

Is something wrong, sir?

Go and call Abel Murray
and Judge Cutcher right away.

Yes, sir.

No!
Wait!

For Murray it's too late.

Go and call the judge.
Tell him to come right away.

Yes.

What does this mean?

We're partners.
50-50 split, this whole place.

For 1,000 dollars?

I'm generous.

I'm paying for something
that's already mine.

You like to joke, Mr Talby.

This is no joke.
I don't have a sense of humour.

And this is hardly the time for it.

I'm Wild Jack's heir.

He left me everything when he died.

So now I'm somebody in Clifton.

I've got a bank account,
I own half a saloon...

and the scales of justice
have been leaning towards me

ever since the judge
became one of your accomplices.

Go on, sign.

Don't be afraid.

But... what is this?

A contract to make us partners.

- But I...
- Bill Farrow talked.

Either you sign it
or tomorrow you'll be on the gallows.

Perfect.

Give me a room.
I'm your partner.

- Number seven.
- All right.

What did you make me sign?

A nice, complete, detailed confession.

They'll come, Scott Mary.

The signs are clear.

The people are already
shut up in their houses.

The Perkins ranch is to the north,
so they'll be coming from there.

Be careful and remember this.

A man on horseback has to divide his
attention between his horse and his gun.

Those two things keep him busy.

You go and wait over there.
Nobody will see you.

We mustn't let them dismount.

- Will I have to shoot?
- Yes, but after me.

You'll need to shoot fast

and hit the target.

You have to earn your pay.

The law is watching.

Where have you put
your errand boy'?

You'd better move out of the way,
they're coming.

Give yourself up, Talby.

Guys, you're going against the law.

There's been a trial
and Talby was acquitted.

You can't take the law
into your own hands.

Go home
or I'll have to put you all in jail.

Since when have you protected killers
with your star?

I don't like it either
but that's how it is.

You know what happened to Perkins.

He met the wrong man
and had a bad end.

Why are we wasting time
with this idiot?

We're not here
to listen to the sheriff's blabber.

Let's make this Talby dance.

He's been waiting for us.

He's not alone.
It's a trap.

Get out of the way, Nigel.
We're not afraid.

Drop your guns or I'll shoot.

What are you waiting for?

Well done, Scott.

Nobody will trouble you anymore.

- You're a man now.
- But you're wounded.

It's nothing.

And it's not my right arm.

Four dead and two wounded.

Is this what you want, Talby?

I only shot after they hit you, Sheriff.

Scott, this town is ours now.

It's no use.

There's nothing more to be done
for these two.

This is completely unheard of
in Clifton.

Absolutely. But you'll
have to acquit him again, Judge.

I hope it's not too late, Doctor.

You took your time.

- My friend is wounded.
- Others are worse.

That's one of the men
who attacked us.

Scott, calm down.

Don't talk to me like that,
you bastard.

The days of me sweeping in front
of your house are long gone, you bastard.

Have I made myself clear,
you bastard?

What have you done to him?
He's got eyes like a rabid wolf.

He was born a wolf.

You all made him rabid.

Good boy, Scott Mary.

We always underestimated you.

I'm the first to recognise this
and ask you to forgive me.

Go and get the broom.

- What?
- I said go and get the broom.

The one you gave me
to sweep this pigsty.

You'll all going to pay.

Go back to your stable now.

After you, Sheriff.

You take me there.

- I'll take you right now.
- Calm down, Nigel.

Don't do anything foolish.
Put your gun down.

You need a good beating
with a big stick.

A big stick, eh?

I used to have one once.
Watch.

- Hold it, Murray.
- No!

Scott.

This isn't the right way.

Come away.

Go to hell.
Get out, all of you!

You're fast now, Scott Mary.
Well done.

Now can I go
and see to the other one?

Was he your friend?
The one that taught you how to draw?

Yes, it was him.
Murph Allan.

- Murph Allan?
- Yeah.

He's just an old man
who looks after Ron Miller's stable.

Murph Allan the Wise.

Now I remember.

He's become so old
he can't wear a gun any more.

You know him?

Too right, I do.
He was the sheriff in Abilene.

Once he ran me out of town
with a rifle in my back.

I've never been able to forget him.

Maybe he's right.

I should take your gun away
and send you back to the stable.

Don't try it, Talby.
It's too late.

Yeah.

It's too late.

- Howdy, Dan.
- Howdy.

- Hello.
- Hello, Miller.

- Anything for me?
- I should say so, Madam Vivian.

Hello, sweethearts.

I'm Vivian Skill. I'll show you your rooms.
Come with me.

Oh, thank you.

That's mine.

Be careful.

You should use all the land down there
for the new part of the saloon.

I want to build a bar in there
that's at least 30 feet long.

We'll use all the available space.

I trust you.

We'll put my house
where the barber is.

You've made a lot of enemies,
Mr Talby.

Right.

Have you been hit?

No, it's the old wound
on my shoulder.

Who's that man?

An enemy or a friend?

He saved your life.

Soon we'll find out why.

Gentlemen.

Damn it, Owen.

You saved that bastard's life.

We brought you here to kill him.

I travelled 500 miles to get here

and a barber
wasn't going to steal my work.

So you knew it was Talby
and you saved him for...

For my 10,000 dollars.

Well, since you're so sure
you're going to kill him,

take a third now

and the rest afterwards.

All right.

But it will cost you more this way.

- Will you drink to my health, Sheriff?
- No.

I know your game, Talby,

but I don't think it'll last very long.

If this rifle had been in another man's
hand, you wouldn't be here now.

Beating the people of Clifton is easy.

Poor old Corbitt
was only an expert with a razor.

Nigel, the weapon that's going to kill me
hasn't been invented yet.

Who knows?

I've seen that you're very quick
with a pistol,

so I'm not going to question that,
Talby.

But who knows
if you'd feel like taking on a real duel.

What do you mean? One of those
silly games where they count paces?

Pretty much.
But on horseback.

And with front-loading rifles.

Why are you challenging me?

I've already told you once

and I wasn't just referring to Corbitt.

- You've made a lot of enemies.
- I know.

All right,
I'll kill you however you want.

As far as I'm concerned,
one weapon's as good as another.

At sunrise,

at the foot of the Cheyenne hill.

You're no better than him,
but I hope you kill him.

It's the first time
a sheriff's wished me well.

YOU can count on me.

Why did you agree to this duel?

It's a ridiculous way to face danger.

Ninth lesson, kid.

If you don't accept a challenge,
you've already lost,

and in the worst possible way.

They think that only a saint knows
about an ancient weapon like this one.

But they don't know
that I have a secret.

No.

No.
Don't ruin me.

I'd be done for.

I beg you, have pity on me.

Don't do it.

Don't ruin me.

I'm not to blame.
I didn't want to...

I'll do whatever you want.

- You know, Murray, this saloon's old.
- No.

Soon I'll be opening up
a new one.

I'm going to call it the 45
in honour of this.

Our partnership is dissolved.

- I want my half.
- The 1,000 dollars?

Come on, this place is worth
at least 40,000 dollars.

I'm not good at mathematics
so you can do the sums.

But you gave me...
No, no, no, whatever you want.

20,000 dollars. But I don't
have it on me now, so I need to...

- Sign this piece of paper.
- Yes.

Good.
Everything's in order now.

But, Talby...

What was on the paper?

A will leaving everything to me.
Farewell.

Help!

Quickly!

Quickly!

Help!

Look!

Hurry!

You come with me!

Quick, Alfonso!

- Where's Mr Murray?
- And Talby?

Increase the pressure.

Who's in there?

- I can't hear any more shouting.
- They'll be dead by now.

- Why don't they go in?
- It's impossible.

There's a back entrance.

- Nobody knows what's going on.
- I hope they make it in time.

Go on!

Where's Talby?

- Did you see him come out?
- No.

Talby!

There's nothing we can do now.

May God have pity on his soul.

Thank you.

Talby! For a moment
I thought you were dead.

You'd be the only person here
that was sorry.

One saloon burns down,
another one's built. Let's go.

You need a lot of time
to make a good trap.

We have to find a quick solution.

He's busy consolidating his kingdom.
He's built a new saloon.

But that's not enough.
He wants to be the boss.

So we need to act
as quickly as possible.

Quickly?
HOW quickly?

Do you realise he could come in here
at any time and kill us?

Don't worry.

We'll be ahead of him.

I've already got an idea.
An excellent idea.

We need to isolate him.

And I may have found
the way to do it.

Cheer up.
You'll see.

Things have always gone well for us
in the past.

They'll go well now too.

Come in.

Mr Talby's outside.

He'd like to speak to you in person.

He'll be wanting more money.
Pay him and then we'll close his account.

Go on.

"Four deputies are required
to keep law and order.

"Apply at the sheriff's office."

- At last they've decided to act.
- Will they find them?

Have you seen, Scott?

They're looking for help.

With the 50 dollars
they'll earn every month

they won't even be able
to save enough to buy a coffin.

You can't say that
about people who defend the law.

I can say whatever I like.

Hey, you.

Can you tell us
where we can find a certain Talby?

Why are you looking for him?

We work for him.

He's in the saloon.

Where did you get that pistol?

I'm a deputy now.

So are you Murph Allan the Wise again?

Or are you still just Murph?

One pistol won't change anything.
You can never go back.

Tell the truth.
You don't like my friendship with Talby.

You need to watch out. People are saying
that you're faster than him now.

You may be faster
when it comes to using a pistol,

but if you want to survive
you mustn't trust anybody, not even him.

Don't try to turn me against Talby.

Talby must be about 45.
That's a bad age for a gunman.

Every day you notice
that you're getting slower.

Your muscles still react
but your reflexes aren't as quick.

So he's done the same
as others did before him.

He's got himself a helper.

Somebody young who will believe in him
and shoot for him.

I don't believe you.

Even if it was true,
what's wrong with that?

One day you'll cast
too big a shadow over him, Scott.

This is his last chance,
his big opportunity.

Either he sets himself up here for life
or he leaves his skin.

You haven't lost your habit
of telling fairy tales.

You don't slap a hammer,
you stroke it.

Don't you know that yet?

I've heard Talby say that.
What does it mean?

Have you ever seen him shoot?

Never, come to think of it.

That's one of his tricks.

You slap...

but he strokes.

If you hold the pistol like this,

you're not in danger
of stopping the drum.

So that's why
Talby's modified the hammer.

He can fire six shots
in the time it takes you to fire three.

And with greater precision.

It's all in the weapon.

He chose your gun, right?

Yes. Why?
It's a magnificent weapon.

Sure, it's magnificent.
But the barrel is seven inches long.

It's exactly right for me.

Have you seen his gun?

Yes, it's like mine.
But it doesn't have a sight.

Exactly.

It doesn't have a sight
because Talby sawed off the barrel.

You have two more inches of barrel.
Two more inches to draw.

Do you know what that means?

It means
that you're getting on my nerves.

You think you can turn me against Talby

because his pistol's shorter than mine?

You'll see I'm right
the day you come face to face with Talby.

- Stop it.
- Listen, just one more thing.

If anything should happen to me,

I've hidden a package there,

in the place
where you kept your money.

Scott, take it if you think I'm right.

But leave it there
if you're still on Talby's side.

You can throw it out.

Gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are all saddened
by poor Abel Murray's death.

I only hope you'll enjoy yourselves here
like you did in his saloon.

You're free to play in peace here.

Take your places at the tables,
gentlemen.

This way.
Come and have a seat.

Here.

The game's about to begin.

The game is starting now.

Place your bets.
Place your bets, please.

All bets are down.

Three aces.

No more bets, please.

34 noir, paire et passe.

The lady's won.
The lady's won.

There.

You're lucky tonight, madam.

150 dollars.
150 dollars.

There you are, Mr Talby.

You're lucky tonight, aren't you?

There are three deputies
posted outside.

They'll get what they're looking for.
Thank you, Gwen.

It's time to make a move.
There are three of them outside.

Slim, keep an eye on them
from upstairs.

You go out the back,
I'll use the main door.

We'll take them between us.

Prendre carte, monsieur.

Prendre carte, monsieur.

Quickly.

Hey, Cross.

You looking for someone?

Well?

Shall we let the pistols
do the talking?

You go first, Cross.

I'm a deputy.
I'm the law.

I don't attack anybody.

You're just like any other gunman
paid to kill me.

Go on, shoot.

Scott.
Everything all right?

Put away your spitfire, Talby.

It's all over.

There are no more deputies
with a fast pistol in this town.

Well done.
I knew I could count on you.

Come to the saloon,
we need to celebrate.

He played sad songs
but he played them well.

He won't play anymore.

I'm not in the mood for celebrating.

Since when have you been
so sentimental?

Since today, maybe.

Scott Mary.

You need to come with me.
My father wants to talk to you.

Really?
Last time he chased me away.

I know, but it's different now.

Come on. He's waiting for us
at the old post station.

Don't you trust me?

You drive.

Scott, if you do what my father wants

he won't come between us anymore.

What does he want?

I don't know.

But you'll do it for me.

No.

Later.

Hands up and don't move.

Murph, shut the door.

You've come to talk.

Nobody wants to do anything to you,
believe me.

Nobody would be able to.

Sheriff, put your gun away.

Are you nervous?

That's it.

Well done.

The judge is smarter
and wants to stay alive.

You've learned some things, kid.
Well done.

Come on,
what have you got to tell me?

Well, Scott,

we want you
to come over to our side.

We want you to be with us
and with the law,

to bring back a bit of order to Clifton.

This town needs order,
don't you think?

I've known your order
for 20 years.

- You're wasting your time with me.
- You're right.

But you know me

and you should think about the fact
that I'm on this side.

You're under Talby's spell,
but look inside and he's empty.

A frightening emptiness.

No, Murph.

Up till now,
Talby's done only justice.

He's only killed people
who made trouble.

He'll kill anyone
who comes between him and his goal,

whether they're good or bad.

And while you're helping him,
nobody will be able to stop him.

Scott.

I don't want to see the day
when we come up against each other.

Then forget Talby.

Let me through.

Scott!

I told you he wouldn't accept.

Too bad for him.

The bastard's about to die.

And then it's your turn.

What do you mean,
you scoundrel?

- Eileen?
- I'm here, Scott.

I killed Scott Mary!

I got him at last!

- Scott!
- There. Jimmy's there too.

We might have done it, Cutcher.

Murderers!

Is the bastard dead or not?

Go to hell, Turner,
and you'll find out.

No!

This time it's not self-defence,
Talby.

This is murder.
Hand me your gun.

We'll see what the jury says,
Sheriff.

You've won, Talby.

But this time you've gone too far.

The Wind's changing now.

Clifton's developing.

And so,
looking towards the future,

you'll need a judge
as your friend,

don't you think?

What's done inside the law is always
better than what's done outside the law.

I've always appreciated you,
believe me.

Why did you kill him?

- It's easier to deal with one person.
- I agree.

Our alliance could bear a lot of fruit

if we're able to maintain it.

Since somebody's running off
with your carriage,

may I have the pleasure
of driving you?

I'd be delighted, Mr Talby.

There's no better escort
in the whole county.

How is he?

The shot cut the muscle
in his right arm.

He'd rather
have been mortally wounded.

Will he still be able to shoot?

I hope not.

But the wound won't keep him
from his broom or other jobs.

It'll be better for everybody that way.

And maybe Clifton
will go back to how it was before.

Scott was the only person here
who could take on Talby.

Clifton will go
from bad to worse now.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Four queens.

Four queens.

Look, gentlemen.
Four queens.

I'm to believe that he went
from broom to pistol just like that,

from one day to the next?

Absolutely.

When Scott Mary fired his gun,
it was a real spectacle.

Ah, Scott Mary the wonder boy.

He hasn't left Vivian Skill's house
for three weeks.

Nobody knows if he's healed.

The doctor said that to extract the bullet
from his right arm,

he had to cut a muscle.

We'll have to hold this great gunman's
glass for him to drink now.

It's all bullshit.

When you die
or can't shoot any more,

you become
the greatest shot in the West.

Yeah, like Doc Holliday,
for instance.

When he died
his gun became a legend.

If this Scott Mary stays paralysed,

people will end up believing
he was able to light a match

at a distance of ten paces.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

Scott.

- Champagne.
- Right away, sir.

We've got to drink to this.

So your arm's all right?

I can still get by.

Even better than before.

I've been exercising.

As soon as I was able
to get out of bed.

To your return.

Who got Nigel's star?

There will be a new sheriff,
won't there?

Yeah.

Murph Allan the Wise.

How come you chose him?

I didn't choose him.

I don't owe anything to this city,

but I owe a great many things to Murph.

I owe a lotto you too.

I don't want to be between two fires.

Do you understand?

I understand.

There's a difference between us.

You'd hesitate
before shooting me.

If you do anything against Murph,
you're doing it against me.

"As of today it is forbidden
to wear a gun in the streets."

Go home
and put down your weapons.

It's you.
What do you want?

As of today the sale of firearms
is prohibited, madam.

- Prohibited?
- Yes.

But I've just ordered 30 new pistols...

You'll send them back.

Talby!

Talby!

What do you want?

As of today
carrying guns in this city is prohibited.

No.

Unbuckle your belt and let it drop.

- Come and get it.
- Sure, I'm coming.

I'm not as fast as I was in Abilene
when I chased you out of town,

but this time you'll lose once again
because of me, Talby.

No!

Get him!

I warned you, Talby.

Now I'm going to kill you.

"Dear Scott,

"When you read this letter,
I may be dead.

"The only thing I can leave you
is this pistol.

"It's an old weapon

"but it was Doc Holliday's.

"Inside it are all the tricks
of three generations of gunmen.

"It's precisely balanced

"and the firing pin's been modified,

"so all you need to do is think
about shooting and it fires immediately.

"Now you have that pistol, Scott.

"Use it well."

Scott!
Where are you?

- Scott!
- I'm here.

They're looking for you
in all the houses.

They'll be here soon.

Be careful, Scott.

Don't worry.

Come out, Scott Mary.

Talby wants to speak to you.

Make your mind up.
Yes or no?

Are you coming out immediately
or do we have to beg you?

I understand.
I'll beg you, then.

All right, I'm coming out.

But don't shoot.

Never beg another man.

That's the first thing Talby teaches.

Don't move.

Drop your gun.

Never trust anyone.

That's the second lesson.

Go!

- Have you seen him?
- No. He's not even at Vivian Skill's.

Never get between
a gun and its target.

The right bullet at the right time.

Talby!

Now it's your turn.

There's nobody left
to be killed in your place.

If you don't accept a challenge,
you've lost in the worst possible way.

You said that, remember?

Can't you practise
what you taught me anymore?

So do you want to fight or not?

Sure, Scott Mary.

I had to kill Murph.

I couldn't avoid it.

And now you can't avoid me.

Is that why you went to pray?

If I'd come out of the saloon,
I'd have had the sun in my eyes.

Let's see if your tricks
will be enough.

My gun will be enough.

That's where you're mistaken.

Maybe you could have done it
against me,

but not against me and Murph.

Now I've got a pistol
that's equal to yours.

Sawn-off barrel,
perfect balance.

Last lesson, kid.

When a man starts killing,
he can't stop.

When you're ready, Scott.

Find me a horse

and you won't see me again.

I'd be a terrible pupil.

When you shoot a man,
you've got to kill him

or sooner or later he'll kill you.

You won, Murph.

Scott.

Scott!