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When you leave this hell, I'll ask you to return the favour.

Silver Town...

'A Colt in the Hand of the Devil'

I'm also called Jeremy, but only my mother and I know it.

Try asking around, if you don't say Brightfoot no one knows me.

Give him a good ration of fodder.

Here, Mr. Coster.

- Are you staying long? - It depends...

Does Sulky Jeremy's family still live around here?

I get it, just for a few days!

If you want to save some cash, Ms. Martin has rooms available...

Beautiful rooms, mind.

No, I'll be fine here.

- Something wrong? - No, sir...

Always at your service.

Okay, Grace...

Another little glass.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Give me another one, Grace.

- Room for one more? - Sure.

Thanks.

You should think it over, my friend...

What is your job? I'll tell you...

Fill glasses!

And if there's no room for people like me, always willing to...

- Wake up. - Do you know where you'd end up?

I'll tell you! Like those...

Goodnight.

Out there begging for bread! That's where you'd end up.

Well?

I'll hold.

All in.

No...

It's your turn.

It's your turn!

Pass...

- That's enough for me tonight, goodnight. - I'm coming with you.

Well? Something wrong?

No.

Nothing.

- Mr. McOrney, I suppose? - Indeed.

Nice place, and the whiskey is excellent.

You still haven't tried the best.

Two, right away.

Three!

And me?

Mr. McOrney, I invite you take into serious consideration that, in this shack...

You again.

Welcome back to Silver Town.

Get out of here.

What a catch. Cheers.

- If you don't mind? - Please.

I found it on a dying man, as I was digging his grave...

Be careful, there's a place in Texas where that could get you killed, he said...

And nothing else.

- Damn it. - You took quite a risk.

- Don't try that again. - Okay, no more surprises.

Do you have any whiskey around here?

- No. - No whiskey, okay...

- Ten dollars should be enough. - What will you give me for ten dollars?

You'll thank me when you find out.

- Are you from the north? - Kansas.

With this trinket in your pocket?

It doesn't take much to guess what you're looking for.

- Are you going to give me the ten dollars? - Go on...

There's a house outside the village, towards the mountains...

It used to be a grand house!

A woman lives there, Martha Scott.

- Doesn't sound like much. - I'm taking a big risk here...

There were three guardian angels around these parts...

- Warner's men. - Warner?

Keep showing that around and I'm sure you'll meet him.

It won't take long to spend it.

And I'll be back with more merchandise...

But you watch yourself, you're a good customer...

...and I wouldn't want to lose you.

What are you waiting for? Untie the rope.

An act of madness, it's the only explanation...

They found two $5 notes in his mouth.

Fetch my horse.

- Did they really find $10 on him? - That's how it happens...

Someone finds a scrap of gold and they go crazy!

Thank you, sir.

Priest...

Are you talking to me? I'm not a priest.

Well, something like that... For old man Thomas.

- Make sure he has a good funeral. - Nothing but the best, sir.

Not long ago, I met a man...

I don't know exactly who he was...

But, you see...

There are some debts that weigh more on your conscience than any crime...

Debts that must be paid.

They called him Sulky Jeremy.

He gave me...

This.

He didn't have time to tell me why?

Jeremy!

Jeremy Scott, sentenced to life in prison...

He died in Liverworth penitentiary four months ago.

I know.

It's taken ten years for people to forget that dreadful day.

Killing a man is one thing...

But to shoot an old man and a child in the back.

Do you know what hunger is? Real hunger?

We do. We've tried it...

All of us.

And it took ten years for people to forget our name was Scott...

Then you show up, and it all goes back to how it used to be.

Actually...

And I didn't want to believe it.

Mr. Foster, or Loster, or whatever the hell you're called...

This is my home and there's no room for an ex-con here.

Indeed...

I was also in Liverworth and that's where I met Jeremy Scott, your father.

My father? If you'd called me a bastard I'd have thanked you!

Enough, Philip.

The gentleman was leaving.

- I already told him that... - No...

You can't have told him everything.

- Can I offer you a coffee? - Thanks, very kind.

I don't like you being here...

Just like I don't appreciate your questions.

And Warner doesn't like them either.

Try to be prudent, if you can?

Now go...

I said go!

Your father saved my life.

I should kill you, but I'm not going to.

We're even now.

Understood?

Don't touch it.

What are you doing?

- What does it mean? - I can't sir...

- I can't possibly organise his funeral. - Why?

Jack Moore came to see me, he said; no funeral...

Those people are on the other side of the law, here in Silver Town.

- They're Warner's men. - Warner!

Always Warner! I'd really like to meet this Warner.

- Maybe you didn't understand? - No, I understood perfectly.

That's a relief.

Anyway, for old Thomas, a decent funeral or not...

Doesn't make any difference to him...

He's a corpse, and he'll still remain a corpse!

But I have a wife, and children...

Hey, guys, who's going to organise Tobias' funeral?

- I say we should find a replacement. - And soon, before he starts to stink.

He already stinks!

Talk to me, I'm paying for that funeral.

We don't want that dog among our dead...

He committed suicide, and we're church-going people.

It wasn't suicide.

- And you should all know better. - Perhaps you haven't understood me?

- Or you haven't explained enough? - I can explain better...

You're three dirty skunks.

- Something wrong? - No, sir, everything's fine...

Too good, I'd say!

Is that your handiwork? Did you kill those three men?

- How can you justify this? - Put it down as suicide, like old Thomas.

Sure, they committed suicide, and I'm the Virgin Mary, right?

My name's Troy Coster, sheriff. You knew, and so did they...

They knew it, and they went for their guns...

I'd call that suicide.

We must teach him a lesson.

Something he won't forget.

I heard about this guy, a few years back...

His name was Coster as well...

Widow Mclintosh's six sons swore they'd kill him...

- That doesn't mean it's him. - I don't know if it really is him...

But I've seen him shoot, and if it isn't him, it's his older brother.

That may be, but no matter how able a man may be...

There's always a moment where you can be smarter than him...

That's the moment he turns his back on you.

You can't do anything for us, believe me...

Time has eroded many things...

- And we've lost all hope. - You don't need to worry...

I'll leave tomorrow at dawn, and I won't return.

I've never seen so much hate in a woman's eyes.

Yet you're so young.

I learnt to hate when I was very young...

It's been a bitter lesson, that I can't seem to forget.

Warner! My dear friend.

Drinks for everyone.

Mr. Warner has something to tell you.

He can come here and tell me himself.

I'll wait here for him.

More drinks, I'm still paying.

So you're the famous Coster, who's so good with a gun!

- And you must be Warner. - I'm Warner...

But how good a shot you are...

Still remains to be seen!

You can find out whenever you want.

No, my men are precious merchandise, selected...

I'll give you until tomorrow to leave town...

I'll come looking for you after dusk.

Don't move for any reason.

You forgot something...

This.

...but that was a bad year for the cattlemen...

A drought that lasted for months had burnt the land...

He had spent more than he had, to buy the cattle...

And now the bank wanted to be paid. Only one person could've helped him...

- Warner. - I'd like to help you...

Ask old man Crane, there must be a ton of cash in that bag.

Every year, to celebrate his niece's birthday...

Old man Crane took her to Denver...

He used the trip to buy things he'd need for the Winter months.

Everyone in the village knew...

And many of them would give him large sums of money to pay their bills...

Knowing that brave man could be trusted to take care of their business.

Grandpa.

Katie.

I'm sure I had it on my wrist...

Then I noticed I must have lost it, there, at the saloon...

I told Sam, I even gave him half a dollar.

- Tell him, Sam. - Yes, your honour, I remember clearly...

They played poker all night...

And when they left Jeremy tipped me half a dollar...

I remember that.

But he didn't mention the cuff link... No, he didn't mention it at all.

Even if accept this absurd hypothesis...

That this famous cuff link disappeared during a poker game...

On the night of the fifth and sixth of September...

Then please tell us...

How did you obtain that money you intended to use to pay back your debt to the bank...

Given that, just two days earlier...

You had asked that very same bank for a loan...

Because you couldn't even afford to deposit one cent!

Isaac McOrney, he gave me the money.

He said he had managed to persuade Warner...

I even signed a receipt. Naturally, it was made out to Warner.

- Do you remember that receipt? - No.

And I don't understand why he keeps insisting...

The last time we met was that night...

And then here, in this hall.

If I wanted to save his skin, I'd say yes, I lent him that money...

But your honour, it would easy to prove...

That, in those few days, I wasn't earning much more than the defendant.

Only I don't kill people to pay my debts.

Based on witness testimony and the evidence we have seen...

This court sentences the defendant Jeremy Scott...

Otherwise known as Sulky Jeremy, to a lifetime of forced labour.

Sam...

The saloon dish-washer, if he came forward...

If he told the truth...

But he doesn't have the courage to go up against Warner...

And for what purpose?

To revive the memory of a dead man.

It's too little to risk your life... Too little.

And where is this brave man?

Where is he hiding?

My daughter, Grace, she knows where he is.

Someone must have told her, but she won't tell you...

She never believed in her father's innocence.

She didn't believe him, just like all the others.

- You haven't gone very far. - Indeed.

But I forgot to ask you something...

Such as?

Sam Dayton, where can I find him?

I could send you all the way to San Diego...

But I want to be kind to you, after all, you deserve it...

Find him yourself! Goodnight, Mr. Coster.

Grace.

I'm sorry, Grace, but if I ask for something, I always get it.

Well I'm curious to see how you'll manage this time.

Okay, that won't take long.

You're crazy!

Something wrong?

You damned rogue!

Let go of me...

- I'd like to buy this. - That'll be $2.30

Pay yourself.

I said pay yourself! Take a good look at it, Sam!

What do you want from me? Have mercy!

The same mercy you showed when you sent him to rot in prison for ten years?

What can I do now? He's dead.

Everyone knows he's dead.

I only want to two things from you...

First, I want to know if Sulky Jeremy...

...really asked you to look for that cuff link he lost in the saloon in Silver Town?

Yes, and I found it...

But when I ran outside to give it to him, he'd already gone...

Then Warner took it. I don't know anything else!

Warner might have you killed if you confess the truth...

But if you don't talk, I'll kill you myself.

Sheriff...

- Check this out. - What is it now?

See for yourself, I don't want to ruin the surprise.

Look at who he found.

Come on, get down.

Are you going to tell me what this is all about?

I'm talking to you, Coster.

I rode 800 miles to bring him here, take care of him, someone won't like it.

That kid has guts.

He's someone who knows what he wants.

And he knows how to get it.

Here you go, Sam. Drink this.

- Shall I prepare a table? - There's room over there.

Make room, buddy.

I'll play a few rounds myself.

- Five dollars. - Pass.

That isn't very much.

Okay, I'll see you.

A Queen...

Another Queen...

And another Queen.

A Jack...

And another Jack.

An Ace, another Ace...

Another Ace...

Four Aces.

Something wrong?

Waiter! Anther deck of cards.

Hey, you two, no funny business...

This is a clean game!

Turn around, buddy. You can't come through.

Why? What happened?

- Ask the sheriff. - Just let me pass.

I told you to turn around.

Charlie!

There's someone calling for help outside!

You're dreaming, Sam. Go back to sleep.

I wasn't dreaming. I heard it!

Someone's calling for help. Do something!

Get the key.

So, old Sam...

Look at you!

Did you really think Warner would let you rot in here?

You know Warner is generous.

Get out of here. They'll be here soon.

Go on.

- What should I do? - Find a horse and disappear.

Not this way, that way!

Where are you going?

They killed Sam.

No, buddy, you're not running out on me!

They're long gone.

Indeed... It would be pointless.

Men like you are a rare breed, Coster...

And I know their friendship has a very high price.

- It was fate. - Perhaps, but I should have predicted it.

Burning the only card I had like that, what a big mistake.

You can go, it's late.

Sam isn't going to talk anymore, but someone else might.

The same thing would've happened to me ten years ago...

If I'd spoken out at the trial.

This is what happened...

Sam found Jeremy Scott's cuff link...

And I was present when he gave it to Warner...

And I brought Scott the money Warner had decided to lend him.

A trap.

He killed old man Crane and his niece.

But he did everything he could to make sure Jeremy Scott got the blame.

And you didn't want to take any risks.

- Is that how it went? - I'm coward, I know.

- Worse, you're like a murderer. - I am what I am, Coster.

And it means a lot to me that I've found the courage to speak up.

- You found the courage today? - That brave man made a foolish mistake...

He still has the receipt Scott signed.

That piece of paper would be enough to send Warner away for a very long time.

Right, that's all your interested in.

You don't care about Jeremy Scott's innocence.

It's not true...

Look who's here.

Something wrong?

You're expensive!

You're asking for quite a sum.

Last night, one of your men left this in a deputy's stomach.

The price is still too high, Coster.

If you move a finger towards that pistol...

Or if you so much as breathe, I'll stick it in your throat.

You won't get out of here alive.

It's true, I don't stand much of a chance...

But you, even less.

Damned bastard. You want me dead?

Even if I had given Sulky Jeremy that money...

I wouldn't have been dumb enough to keep his receipt.

Do you know what that piece of paper would mean to me?

The gallows!

Okay, you can save your speech for the sheriff.

Your men must have picked up the stench of prison...

Not a soul in sight.

Put that toy away, Coster.

We've got your in our sights.

Don't try anything, or someone might get hurt.

Well thought out, James.

Give me your pistol, Coster.

- We prefer not to take any risks. - Well said.

Now get rid of that bastard...

He knows a lot of things, and I don't like one bit of it.

You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Coster...

Shooting an unarmed man.

Don't you agree?

I'm hope you understand, Mr. Coster, you know too much...

And Warner was becoming a liability.

It was quite a smart trap, forcing you to come here...

And don't you deny shooting that poor man...

There are at least thirty witnesses ready to testify otherwise.

Yes, a nice trap...

And I bet it was the same for poor Jeremy Scott.

Not so easy...

I know how to choose my moments.

Sam found the cuff link, and Warner gave it to me to return.

It was child's play...

Killing the old man and his niece, leaving the cuff links near their bodies...

I gave a small share of their money to Jeremy...

Making sure he left me a receipt.

What is he shooting at? Grace, come here!

- What do they want? - They're Warner's men.

Okay, it won't be according to the law...

But when we saw Warner fall, after that guy shot him, we lost our cool.

- You'll have to sign.. - We're here.

Write it down; We accuse that man of killing Warner...

You write it, and we'll sign it.

Give me that receipt.

Don't move.

Our father was innocent!

- Where's McOrney? - He's upstairs, in his office.

Where's the girl? Find her!

You're safe!

I prayed and I begged you to go!

The receipt signed by Jeremy Scott.

I hope you're not looking for more trouble.

No, there's no need. It's coming to me.

Come out with your hands up, sheriff! Don't be afraid, come out with your hands up.

Someone else can have the pleasure of killing you, it's the woman we want.

The woman, and that bastard we locked in the cell.

Get down.

Keep shooting, but don't let them see you...

We need to make them think I'm still here.

- Where are you going? - Where do these stairs lead?

Up to the attic.

Hands up, Coster.

Give me the pistol.

Keep out of this!

Let go of me!

Don't kill me, Coster! I'm unarmed!

No, I won't kill you... The fear will kill you!

Dirty son of a bitch.

Have you lost your tongue? You're out of bullets.

I'm in charge now.

Stop!

Just let me go.

I told you to stop, Coster.

As far as I'm concerned you're the worst marksman in the west.

I can pay you. Take as much as you want.

There's a small fortune in here. You can have it all.

What is it, McOrney?

Something wrong?

I've only got one left, I must wait for him to get closer.

A little bit more...

I can't miss!

I mustn't miss!

Closer! More!

Subtitled by Ringo and his Golden Pistol www.cultfilmsubs.com - Dec 2011

Special Thanks to Hocico for the restoration work.