All language subtitles for 1971 Trinity Is Still My Name INTERNAL 720p BluRay x264 - CLASSiC

- Well?
- They're almost done.

Are you with the law?

- From Denver, huh?
- Yeah, Denver.

So, you're out
for bounty, huh?

- No, just in a hurry to get
across the desert, like you.

- It's a pretty crowded
desert, ain't it?

- Aww, had us going
for a minute.

- Yeah, huh?
- Sure did.

- Wouldn't happen to have
any ammunition, huh?

I had a little run-in,
and I, uh, ran out.

Thanks.
- Forget it.

That's the least one
can do for a body.

- Yeah, but you had us
jumping there, boy.

He had us,jumping...
Beans and all.

- To tell you the truth,

when I seen that cannon
of yours staring at me,

I said to myself,

"boys, this time we've
had it... For real."

- Let go with the belts.

Go get your horses.
Put one under my saddle.

- You skunk,
you'd pick off a beggar.

' Why not?

Now, you just sit
there and cool off.

Hey, the beans.

Huh.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey, you planning
to starve us to death?

- Hmm.

Good beans... which one
of you was the cook?

" Ahh!
Empty.

- Aww.

- Well.

- Here.
- Oh, cut it out.

- You'll pay for this!

You're a no-good,
lowdown vulturin' hyena!

- My compliments to the cook.
Them was good beans!

♪ Again we must travel ♪

♪ onto nowhere nowhere ♪

♪ Even when we were kids ♪

♪ we stood alone ♪

♪ All the things
that we tried ♪

♪ just never mattered ♪

♪ They all shattered ♪

♪ So we packed up
and gone ♪

♪ Turn the tables around ♪

♪ Then good luck
can be found ♪

♪ You've got to be
Trinity ♪

♪ Trinity stand tall ♪

[music]

♪ The sun in the morning ♪

♪ warms the cold night
cold night ♪

[music]

♪ What makes you go on ♪

♪ to change your mind ♪

[music]

♪ How far down that road ♪

♪ You've gone a long way ♪

♪ from the first day ♪

♪ when you picked up
that gun ♪

[music]

♪ Turn the tables around ♪

♪ then good luck
can be found ♪

♪ you've got to be Trinity ♪

♪ Trinity stand tall ♪

♪ Trinity
Trinity stand tall ♪

[music]

- Well, what's
the matter?

You're a good
horse, Dick.

- Hurry up, Denver,
I'm starving.

- Well, let him cook, will ya?
They're almost done.

Poor saddler.
That must've been some punch.

- Get your hands up!

- Did you say--
- I said get 'em up!

- Oh,oh,oh!

- If you're looking for
a hole in the head,

I'll be happy to oblige.

- You ain't lawmen, are you?
- What was that?

- You know, the law?
Rangers maybe?

- You got somethin' gnawin'
on your conscience, stinkweed?

What are you worth?
Five hundred?

- Well, not yet.
I'm just startin' out.

But Judge Fitzpatrick told me
that if I keep up like this,

I'll be worth 1,000.
Right now, I'm up to 50.

- Fifty bucks?
How'd you manage to win that?

Stealing chickens?

- No, turkeys.

- Put 'em down, turkey.
- Hey.

- Relax, we ain't no lawmen.
Sit down.

By the way, have you seen
anyone around these parts?

- No, they had a posse out
after me, but

they gave up when I took off
across the desert.

- PM you gm away
on that nag?

- Why?
What's wrong with him?

- Ahh, she ain't exactly
a thing of beauty.

- No, not exactly,
but he's a dang good horse.

- We'll see about that
a little later.

- What's wrong with him?
ls he sick?

- No, he got swatted,
and he's been that way

ever since.

- Who hit him?
- A starving buffalo.

- Sounds like
he really bashed him.

- Knocked him senseless.
- Yeah, and old Evan

never was never too bright.
- Yeah, that's right.

- You know, I heard that
if a man gets hit again,

like he did the first time,
he'll come back to his senses.

- Yeah, I heard
the same thing.

- Uh-huh, and I know it
for a fact because of my uncle.

- Your uncle?
- He hit my Pa right here,

on the brain.
Then, he hit him again

to finish him off.
But Pa, instead of going down,

snaps back and drops my uncle,
who is his brother,

right where he stood.

Why don't you
give it a try?

Mm-hmm.

- Easy, Evan.
Come up, up you go.

- Sorry, old buddy,
but maybe stinkweed's right.

- Seems to agree.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it don't
always work.

- Yeah, I heard
the same thing, exactly.

- Aww, get him up
and cut the bull.

Take it easy there.
Don't harm him.

- Set him down here.

- Well, uh, it's been nice,
and thanks.

- Yeah, for your horse.
- What?

- Your horse,
turkey rustler.

- I ain't got
no objection.

- Yeah, that's
what I figured.

- So long as
he don't mind.

What do you say?

He says, "no."

Well, I guess now

we're supposed to
shoot it out, right?

- Yeah, that's right, sonny.
- Hey, boss,

mind if I take care of him?
- No, he's all yours.

Well, just nick him
and send him home hopping.

- Hup!

Hup!

- Finish him off, will ya?
The beans are done.

- This is it, stinkweed.
Go!

- What the--

- Drop them beans--
uh, gun belts.

Let's sit down
and cool off.

Mmm.

- Hey, that's our last
batch of beans.

- You ain't gonna scarf 'em
all up by yourself, are ya?

- Geez.

- Mmm.

Mmm.
- Mmm.

- You ain't gonna kill us
in cold blood, are ya?

- To tell you frankly,
I don't know.

I'm new at this
sort of thing.

What do you usually do
in a case like this?

- If I were you, I'd just go
and forget the whole thing.

We were just joking, right?
- Yeah.

- But you ain't me.

Tell you what.
You guys fight it out,

and the one who remains
on his feet will be spared.

Go on.
Go to it, boys.

Mmm.

Hey, watch out!

- Aww.

- Lousy wench, throwing you
on the ground like that.

Poor Charlie.
- You mean right in the tub.

- That's right, and no fussing.
- Oh, come on.

- Another word and
I'll peel you like a lizard.

Pa, hurry up
with that rinsing water!

- Hey, Pearl,
come here, will ya?

- What for?
Damnation!

- Never mind what for!
Just come here!

Something's up.
- Oh, well, it ain't you.

That's for sure.
Oh, always calling me.

You're worse than a pack
of hornets on a raw behind.

I'm in the midst of bathing
Bambino, and you call me.

If he gets out now,
he won't get back in

'til next spring sometime.

Oh, what's
the matter now?

Having another attack?
- I gone near did.

Get a whiff of
that breeze.

- Oh, Trinity!
- Hey!

- Trinity!
Oh, look at him.

My little coyote finally
come back to the old den.

- Yeah, we thought--
we thought the buzzards

would've picked your bones
clean by now.

Where you been
all this time, son?

- Oh, around.

- Why didn't you
write your ma?

- 'Cause I don't know
how to write,

and you don't know
how to read.

- Yeah, he's got
a point there.

- Come on in.

I got a little
surprise for you.

- Yeah.
- Come on, pa.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Bambino, tell me

if this ain't the prettiest
dang sight you ever done seen.

- Hi.
- Damnation!

Ain't you glad to see
your own brother?

- No!
- Oh, yeah, he ain't.

- You know,
Bambino is right, Pearl.

This blasted coyote
did give away a whole

herd of them horses.

- You woulda done
the same thing.

Set the table now
and shut up.

- Hmm.
- And you, my little lamb,

wash up, huh?
You're making me gag.

- Ha-ha.

Ahh.

Are you leaving right away?
- If you're staying, yes.

- Why don't you
talk to him, Pa?

- Hey, listen,
if I were you,

I'd drown him right there
in that tub.

- Hey, you ain't gonna

take the old geezer
up on that, are ya?

Ma.
- All right,

peace to men of good will.
So, cut your feuding

for a while, boys.
It's time to eat.

I declare.
l never seen

such unloving kin brothers
the likes of you two.

The only family tie
you ever felt

was the hangman's noose.

Bambino, set yourself
down there and stop sulking.

- Here.
This one's mine.

- Look what a beaut!
Huh?

- Hey, what is it?
- Don't really know.

It was flying around here
the other day.

- Looks like an eagle.
- It might be.

- Yeah, let me see.
- You ain't gonna

feed your faces
without prayin' first.

- There she goes again
with that religion of hers!

Always trying
to break a guy's--

- Don't say it, Pa.

- Dear lady up in heaven,
you were a mother

just like me, and
from what I hear tell,

you had a son who gave you
quite a few worries, too.

So, you can understand
when I ask you to look after

my young'uns.
I'm countin' on ya now, huh?

Amen.

I said, "amen,"
you varmints!

- Amen.

- Hold it.
- Eat your own food, damn it!

- Just the gizzard.

Let's drink, boys.

Come on.
Down our gullets

and may the Good Lord--
- Oh, leave him be,

will ya?
He's probably eatin' now,

just like us.
- He better protect yas.

- Give me back my bird!

Boys, did you ever
feel like settlin' down

and stakin' your claim,
right here, in these parts?

- To do what?
- Work?

- Work?
No, not necessarily,

but you could
get married, though.

Say, there's a couple of beauts
down at the saloon

that'd like nothing better
than a husband to latch onto.

- Yes, sir, and they make
the best wives!

- Ha-ha!
That's right.

They make the best wives.
Sir, you should have seen

your mother the clay
we got married.

Of course, you were
too young to remember.

You were just knee high,
and you were still crawling,

but we had a wing ding
in that saloon!

And I can still
see her now.

She had on a red
velvety dress with her front

all sticking out, and she was
grinning just as happy.

Why, she was just as happy
as a vulture on Boot Hill.

- Nice.

- Really, dear, after
you get through chasing

that lice around, how about
getting us another bottle?

- We ran outta booze.

- Hey, save that gizzard
for Ma.

- Save your own gizzard.

- Um, we got visitors.
- How many?

- Um, four.
- Any one a sheriff?

- Nope.
- What do they look like?

- Can't tell.
They got their faces covered.

- Relax, boys.

You take care of 'em,
dear, huh?

Got some extra ammunition
in my saddle, Ma.

- Yeah, well, careful
when you sit on it.

- Well, look who's here.
Small world, ain't it?

- Yeah, and
a little overcrowded.

Drop your guns.

You,too.
Okay, outside.

- Wait a minute, dear.
- Oh, I forgot.

- Whoops.

There we are.
Mm-hmm.

All right, you can go.
- Come on, move.

Move.
Come on, get over there.

Move.

- No, he's a--
He's a little--

he's a little--

- Yeah, he's a little bats.
I noticed that.

- Listen here, ma'am.
- You open your mouth wide,

young fella,and l'lll
fill it up with buckshot.

NOW. get!

Here, choke.
- Thank you, love.

- Boys, old drivel over here
wants to talk to you,

but don't contradict him--
he looks pretty shaky.

- He eat too fast?
- No, it's the usual attack.

- Oh.
- But from the sound of things,

may be the last.
Gather around, boys.

- Listen, boys,
the odds are pretty good

that this generous old heart
of mine is gonna stop tickin'

mighty soon now.
But, before I go,

I wanna make sure that
there's a good price

on your heads.

You worry me, my son.
For years now,

you've been
dragging your ass--

dragging your ass around
in that litter,

and you still got no trade.
You're a good card shark,

I hear, but I never see you
with a deck in your hands.

I advise you to go on
to horse rustling.

It's a fine
and difficult profession.

You don't become a good horse
thief overnight, you know?

Look at Bambino here.
He's on the right track.

Even though he's still got
a lot to learn,

he'll make a great
horse thief some day.

And, boys...

promise me
that, from now on,

you'll always
work together.

- What?
- You look after your brother.

He's young and green, still.
Learn him the ropes.

Protect him as if he was
your own brother.

- Oh, you're kiddin'.
I gotta protect me from him!

- Aww, let him
kick the bucket in peace.

- All right, I'll protect him.
But either he walks

the straight and narrow,
or he'll be sliding on stumps.

And no ass draggin'
on that litter of yours!

- All right, if that's
what you want.

- Yeah, that's
what I want!

- Keep an eye on him.

He's just a baby
with a foot in his mouth.

- Don't worry.
I'll take care of him.

- Pearl, this calls
for another whiskey.

In fact, make it
two whiskeys.

Just bring the bottle
of whiskey!

You don't want
any whiskey, huh?

- Uh-huh.

- Can't you sit in the saddle
like a normal slob?

- Oh, I-l get tired that way.
Where are we headed?

- North.
- Why north?

- Because I said so.
- I got a right to know,

don't I?
- No, you don't!

Either you do what I tell you,
or I'll dump you.

- Where you gonna
dump me?

- Hey, wake up.
There's a little work ahead.

Cover up.
- Why?

- Rule number one:
when you hold up

a stage or a wagon,
you cover your face,

so no one can recognize ya.
You get it?

- I got it.

- I can't get enough leverage.
- Stop fussing, child.

His stomach, again.

- Give here.
- Oh, dear.

- Hurry, get in the cart,
quick!

'Go.go!

- Stay right where you are!
Nobody make a move!

' Right!
" Get 'Em

- Yeah, get 'em up.
- I said get 'em up.

What the hell
are you shootin' at?

- Keeping covered.
- Lift 'em!

I'm warning you, mister.
- If he lifts his hands,

he'll drop the kid.
- Shut up.

All right, now,
hand over your gold.

No fooling around.
- The only wealth we got

is right here
in our hands, sir.

We came west
lookin' for work.

- Looking for work.
I got a good mind

to plug ya just for that.
Go search the wagon.

- Oh, please, mister, we--
- Quiet!

How old's this horse?
- Hold it, or I'll plug

you right in the--
howdy.

I said, "howdy."
- Howdy.

You-you an outlaw?
- Huh?

Oh, well, uh, under
the circumstances, I guess so.

- But we ain't got nothing.
We're just farmers.

- You're just--
sorry about that.

- Hey, hurry up in there!
- Bye, now.

Just sit tight
and don't you worry.

- Hey, you coming?
- Mm-hmm.

- Boy, what'd you find?
- An old lady, a few rags,

and some stale bread.
You ain't never gonna

fix a wheel that a-way.
- We've been setting here

for three days now,
and Ebenezer here

has got a sour stomach.

- Yeah, I see
what you mean.

- We got to get into town
and see a doctor.

- Doctor, huh?

Then you got money after all,
you sniveling coyote!

- Oh, we'll sell the wagon,
if need be.

- That's ridiculous.

- Shut up and
give me a hand.

You ready?
- Yep.

- One, two.

Hurry up!
- Hang on.

Don't forget
there's an old lady inside.

- Hurry up, Will ya?

- This is a heavy wheel.

- About time.
- That wasn't so hard

now, was it?

Don't forget to grease the cog
and put it in the cotter.

Give them some money.

- Huh?
- Come on.

- Can I?
- It's all right.

- Much obliged, sir.
If everyone was

as generous and kind--
- Yeah, I know.

You'd let yourself be robbed
from morning 'til night.

- Uh, listen, Bambino.

- Shut up and don't
call me Bambino.

- What do you want me
to call you?

- Nothin'.
- Well...

- Thank you.
- Bye.

- Get a move on!

Suppose that was
for the old lady, huh?

- Hah!

- They're going?
- Seems that way.

- Strangest pair of outlaws
I've ever seen.

- Yeah.

- Hey, will you bring
that wagon over here?

- So far, so good, huh?

- Even better
if you look there.

- But a little worse
if you look here.

- Howdy, Sheriff.

- First of all,
try not to catch his eye.

Make yourself scarce.
- Yeah, you're right.

- Well, okay, come on.
Let's go have a drink, now.

- Keep an eye on those two.
They're up to no good.

- Welcome to Tascosa, boys,

yeah, where the West
really begins.

Now, if it's work
you're looking for,

you picked
the right place.

- Just worry about the horse.
- And take good care of him.

- I need to find me
a gunsmith.

In the meantime,
take a look around.

The town's got
possibilities.

Uh, so, if your hand takes to
itching, just scratch it.

- God bless you, brothers.
- Thanks, old timer.

See you at the saloon.

- Come on!
Come on!

Yeah!

- I didn't ask for no drink.
- Oh.

- Hey, bartender.
- What do you want?

- Give me a drink.
- You like to play, huh?

- No, not now.
I'm tired now.

- Yeah!

- Pretty quiet town
from the looks of things, huh?

- Say that again,
and you'll break the spell.

- Why?
- 'Cause Wildcard Hendricks

is in town, and
it don't take much

to set him
and his boys off.

- Wildcard?
Who's he?

- He's a card sharp,
a professional.

He's shifty more than
he's lucky,

but don't tell him that.
He's very touchy.

You can watch him play
at the saloon, but careful

that you don't
stare him in the eye.

Might make him nervous.

Hey, Mister,
do you want your gun?

- Where are you going?
You know who that is?

Wildcard Hendricks,
a professional.

- So what?
Are you afraid of him, maybe?

- Hmm.
- You got a couple of bills?

- Now you're talkin',
brother.

- I've had enough.

- What do you want?

- I'd like to be able
to tell people

Wildcard Hendricks
played with me.

- Give us another one here.
Two more.

- Can we play in five?

- Mm-hmm.

High card deals,
doesn't it?

- No cut.

- I pass.
- I open for 30.

- Your 30, plus...

- I'm out.
- Guess it's my hand.

- Let's see
your openers, friend.

Mm-hmm.

- Ooh, wee!

- All right, how about
we cut the pack, huh?

Yeah.

- Opening for ten.
- Let's make it 50.

- A hundred,
if you wanna stay in.

- Two.

- Two for me.
- Serve yourself.

- A hundred.

- If you don't mind,
I'll take 200.

- Ahh.

I say you've been cheatin'.
- Huh?

You think so?
- I think so.

- Hmm.

- The drinks are
on me, boy.

When the lead hits you,
it'll hurt less

with a little whiskey
in your gut.

- Oh, yeah.
Give the gentleman a double.

That way you won't
feel a thing.

- (m gem' .

- You like to
see that again?

It's hard to catch
the first time.

- Cut it out.

- Did you get it?

- So, you think it's going to
end here, huh?

- Yeah, I think so.

- I'll get back at ya!

- Well, brother,
it's a good start.

Hey, how much did we win?
- You mean,

how much did I win?
You lost, seems to me.

All right, you can
hold my share.

- Mm-hmm.

- Against Parker.
- Yeah.

- Just what this town needs.
- One in a million.

- No doubt in that.
- See ya.

- Right.
- Thank you, all, again.

- Right, right.
Bye.

- Bye, sir.

- Holy Moses.

- Holy Moses.

- Howdy!

I said, "howdy."

- You talking to me?

Uh, that was, uh--

- Yeah, we were real lucky
that you happened

to come by because, well,
we wanted to thank you

for having robbed us.
Oh, I mean helped us.

- Well, uh, that wasn't
exactly a robbery.

It was in, uh, in the line
of duty, sort of.

- Oh, I could tell
you weren't real outlaws.

- Uh, well, as a matter
of fact ....

well, I guess
I can tell you.

We were on a special mission.
You know how it is.

- Oh, you are--
you are federal agents.

- Oh, uh, yes and no.

It's not exactly
federal, but--

hey, you stopping
here in town?

If your pa is
looking for work,

this is the place, where
the West really begins.

- But it ain't no place
for us farmers.

I think we'll be
moving on to San Jose.

- Ahh, San Jose.
- Yeah, San Jose.

- A great place, San Jose,
where the west is real--

really nice.

- So, if he's backed up again,
don't hesitate

to bring him to me.
- Thank you, Doctor.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Oh, well, goodbye now, Miss,

and,uh,good luck
- No, wait-- I would like

my-my folks to know that
you're not real outlaws.

Ma, Pa, this here
is the fellow--

- Why, of course,
he's the gentleman

that helped us fix the wagon.
Recognize him immediately.

Right, Ma?
- Right.

- We're much obliged to ya,
Mister, uh, Mister, uh--

- Oh, but, 0h, uh, I don't
think he can tell us his name.

You see, he's a federal agent,
and he's on duty, right now.

- Yeah, there's some mighty
bad business going on,

and the government wants
to get to the bottom of it.

That's why we're here.

Don't tell the Captain
I told you about us.

He's very strict.
- Oh, we won't talk.

- Howdy.
- Did they rat on us?

- Don't you worry
about us, Captain.

We know how to
keep a secret.

- Uh-huh.
- Hmm, good for you.

And how's little windy?

- Oh, the doctor said
there's nothin' to worry about.

It was just a little,
uh, a little airofogy.

- A little what?

Oh, is that what they
call 'em in these parts?

- Uh, the kid is
really suffering.

- A couple of whiskeys
will fix him up fine.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

- Much obliged, Captain.
If everyone on this earth

was as generous as you--
- The kid would be an alcoholic.

- Strangest federal agents
I've ever seen.

- I hear tell it's
the fanciest eating place

between here and Frisco.

- I'm sorry, gentlemen,
but you have to be members.

- What do you think
we are?

- There ain't no mistaking
a lawman, huh?

- This way, please.

- Territory.
- Yeah.

- There they are, now.

~ Uh?

- Well?
- Well, what sir?

- Bring us some food.
- Perhaps the gentlemen

would like to begin with--
- Right, all right,

we'd like to begin.
- Well, then may I suggest--

- No, you may not.
Just bring us somethin' to eat

and on the double.

- Wine for the gentlemen.

- I don't like it.
- Expected as much.

Sooner or later, the government
was bound to send--

- I told you.

Don't worry
about that now, Lopert.

Curiosity has killed
a lot more than cats.

- But you're not thinking--
- Now, look,

don't take me literally.
You don't go killing

federal agents.
You buy them.

And I never met one
that wasn't up for sale.

- Well.

- You pull that again,
you've had it.

- Here.

[speaking French]

I hope it is
to your liking, gentlemen.

- So, what's so funny, huh?

- Voila.

Voila.

Oh.

- Ahh.

- Clara, really?

- Well, it looks like
it's gonna be even easier

than l thought
hey, gentlemen?

- Chateauneuf-du-Pape,
Monsieur, a very special wine.

- All right.

Hmm.

- Hmm.

- Clara, don't do that.
Don't you realize--

- This is--
- You're flirting with them.

Stop it!
Stop!

- They're ruminating cows.
- I'm doing the best I can.

- Outrageous.

- Would the gentlemen care
to top their meal with--

- Wanna top it?
- Yeah.

- We'll top it.
- George!

- Cart?

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

- Cointreau, Curacao,
Grand Marnier?

- Uh, well, uh,
how about it?

- Hmm.
If it suits you.

- Suits me fine.
- Everything all right, George?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.
Et, voila.

- What's the matter with you?
- Hey, he told him

to set fire to those cakes!
I saw him!

- They're crepes suzette flambé.

- Voila!

- I'll have a little talk
with them, first thing

in the morning.
The direct approach

is still the best.
- How do you plan to do that?

- Murdock will take care
of the details.

Oh, here they are now.

What took you
so long?

- Here you go.
- Hello, gentlemen.

- Howdy, Mister.
- Parker-- James Parker,

and this is Mr. Lopert,
my partner.

- My pleasure.

- Sir, I'd like you
to meet the Captain.

- Now, there's a mighty
fine looking animal.

- I imagine that
you're an expert.

- Huh?
- Well, gentlemen,

I imagine, being
quick of mind as you are,

you've already guessed
the reason for this pleasant

little, uh, get together.
So, I'll come directly

to the point.
- Yeah.

- I'm asking a rather simple
favor of you, Captain.

All you have to do,
is, uh, close an eye.

- Uh-huh.

- May I, captain?
- Hmm.

- And while we
close an eye, you--

- Exactly.

- The trouble is, Mr. Parker,
even if the Captain does

close an eye, he'll go right on
seein' with the other, huh?

- Hmm.
- Well, then I think

about $2,000 should
close 'em both, huh?

- And two times two
makes four.

You don't wanna leave
my eyes open, do ya?

- All right, then, $4,000.
I was dead certain

that we'd come to
a friendly agreement.

The U.S. Government
never was very generous

with its secret agents.

The, uh, the matter
ends here, of course.

- Of course.

- It's been a real
pleasure, gentlemen.

- Hope to see ya soon, again.

- Murdock, must you always
make such an infernal din?

You hardly need the practice.
Murdock said he would've

preferred closing your eyes
a little differently.

Personally, however,
I don't always approve

of such methods.

- Yeah, yeah, he maybe right,
Mr. Parker, but sometimes

it's better to figure out
the odds first.

- You're right, Lieutenant.
- Heading back to Tascosa?

- No, thought we'd go, uh--
- Yeah, back to San Jose.

- Well, then I guess
you'll see for yourselves

that there's nothin' there
that could remotely interest

the government.
- Yeah, especially since

it's hard to see with your eyes
closed, right, captain?

- Let's get started,
Lieutenant.

Hah!
Hah!

- Arriba, arriba, arriba!

- Warn our guys down at
San Jose, huh, my friend?

- Por favor, senor.

- Scat, will ya.

- But, senor, you must help us.
We are American like you.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Maybe it's ha-ha-ha for you,

but for us--
- Go on, scat.

Leave me be,
you hear?

- Si-si, senor, but if you
could tell the monks to stop.

- Vamonos, I said!

- And what are you
going to do, Papito?

Nada.

- Now, there's one sheriff
I don't like.

- Yeah, double it.

- Oh, senors,
vamanitos to San Jose.

I take your horses
to the stable.

We clean them too nice.
You'll be muy satisfied.

- Yeah, huh?
If that eye there is a sign

of customer satisfaction,
you better leave 'em here.

_ Huh?

Oh,no,senon
it's not for the horse.

- All right, take good care
of them.

- Muchas gracias, senor.

- Your guns.
- What guns?

- Your guns--
no hardware allowed in here.

- You think this up
by yourself?

- No, but it's a good idea
all the same.

Nobody comes in here armed.
That's the law in this town.

- And don't forget it,
if you don't wanna

get bounced out before
you can wet your whistle.

- You always in
such a good mood?

- No, sometimes
it's worse.

- Here.
- All right.

- The two federals.
- Yeah.

- You know, the ones
they warned us about.

- Quite a collection, huh?
- Anybody you know?

- The guy talkin' is
Reap Smith, the rustler.

- Any good?
- The one in the center

is Lenny Smith.
Good for hold-ups.

- And the other one?
- That's Stingary Smith,

gunslinger, bounty killer.
A real rough customer,

so relax.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't look now, but
one of those three riders

who passed us coming to town
is pointing at you and laughin'.

Gee, you seem to strike
his funny bone.

Third time he looks at you
and laughs.

- Well, now,
how are you two doing, huh?

- Suppose you let me in
on the joke.

- Aww, come on.
Sit down.

- Hey, he put his hand
on you.

- If you wink
like that again, I'll--

- We'll flatten the whole
bunch of ya.

- Why, you wouldn't mind
showing me how you're gonna

do that, huh?

- All right.

- That a way to go,
Stingary.

"Ahh!

- You hit me in the ear, Shakespeare,

kick in the rear.

- Ahh'.
- '(ea-haw .

- I got him!
- Give me a hand!

- Hold him!
Hold him!

- Oh, for crying out loud.

- Hey!
- What?

- What?
- Oh, this is ridiculous!

- Hey, federal.
- One, two, and a three.

- Why, you--

- What a rotten bunch.
- Yeah.

- Is he comin' with us?
- Hmm?

- Be seeing ya.
- Yeah.

- I bet they all got
a price on their heads.

- Yeah.
Huh?

- Howdy.

Are you all crazy
or somethin'?

I thought I told you
not to show up in town.

- In you go -.

Howdy, sheriff.

- Uh, what can I do for ya?
- To begin with, you can

start giving us $800
for this merchandise.

- Certainly.
Sure will.

Where'd you nail them?
- In town.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Lock 'em up, sheriff.
- Huh?

Oh, yeah, sure, sure.
Come on.

Let's get a move on.
Go on, inside.

You, too, get in there.
Get in there, now.

- Listen, sheriff, I--

- Just get in there
and shut up!

Go on.

Huh.

They don't seem to know
who they're dealing with.

- Yeah.

- Sign here.

- That's an even $500.
- Fair enough.

Well, so long, Sheriff.
See ya around.

- Right.
- Oh, I almost forgot.

Regards from Mr. Parker.
- Oh, thanks.

- Hmm.
- Hey, wait,

then you're the two?
- Yeah, that's us.

What do I do with them?
- They work for Parker, too,

don't they?
- So does everybody else

in San Jose.
- So, what's the problem?

- I don't suppose there's
any reason to keep 'em, uh,

locked up, is there?
- Uh-uh.

Let them cool off
for a couple of days.

Then, have 'em tie you up
and hit you over the head.

And just to make it look
more authentic, put a price

of$500 on their head,
alive if you like, hmm?

- You know Parker
doesn't want

anybody going to or
hanging around the mission?

- Oh, sure we do.
- Uh-huh.

- Would you mind telling me
what we're doing here

like a couple of
horse thieves?

- To begin with, we are
a couple of horse thieves.

At least I'm trying
to teach you to be one.

- Then what are we
waitin' for?

The horses to come
walkin' up to us?

To heck with
the horses!

Let's go down
to the mission instead.

I don't know why, but
something tells me that--

"Shh!

Huh.
There must be at least

30 of 'em, more or less.
Wanna make a bet I'm right?

- Move!
Yah!

- Go on!
- Pig-headed mules!

- Ha!
Two tired mules.

- Two what?

- Alright.
Move, I said!

- Looks like their wagon is
actin' up, again.

- Yeah, just for a change.
- We'll give them a hand?

- No.
- Come on!

- Oh.
- We're here to stay,

if some miracle don't happen.
- Oh, dear.

- It happened,Pa!
- What happened?

Hey, howdy.

- We thought you might
need a hand.

- So right.
- Yes.

- They just plum stopped.
There's no budgin' the critters.

- Well, we'll see
about that

Ain't nothin'
to it, Miss.

Hang on tight
on my arm.

Yeah, we're gonna take off
like lightning.

- It's gettin' late,
Lieutenant.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hold on.
Here we go.

Yee-haw-haw!

Yee-ha-ha-hey!

- They're just as stubborn
as a-- as a mule!

- Oh.

Now, we can go.
Hah!

_
Hah!

Hey, look at 'em go!

Hah!
Hah!

- Go on!

Hah!
Yah!

Hah!
Whoa.

- Good gum'.
Good gem'.

I don't know what you told 'em,
but it sure worked.

Thank you, Captain.
- Don't mention it.

Moving out right away?
- I reckon not.

We'll camp here
for the night.

Say, why don't you join us?
- What?

- My daughter is
a mighty good cook.

- Hey, she's also
a good cook, huh?

Where do you wash at?
- Uh, over there.

- Here all right?
- Uh-huh.

- You know,
you're a very good cook.

I’ve never ate
boiled beans so--

so boiled.
- Thank you.

The stars are sparkling
just like diamonds tonight,

aren't they?
- Uh-huh, especially

the big ones.
The smaller ones

a little less.
- Hey, that's right.

I've never thought
about that

You federal agents
don't miss a trick.

- And did you know that

rivers always flow
in the same direction?

- No.
- And you know that I--

I mean, you and me, well--

- Well?
- Well--

Where you headed?

- Uh, north.
- Where?

- We're headed north.

- Oh.
It's nice up there.

- L--
- I'll come up and

visit, if you like.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, no,
Lieutenant, don't.

- Hey, Lieutenant!
- Oh!

Oh!
Holy Moses!

- I didn't know that
you federal agents

work at night, too.
- Yeah, just like horse thieves.

- Well, there they come now.

- Lieutenant, you seem
to forget we're on duty.

- Right, Captain, but
we gotta allow

for exceptions sometimes,
don't we?

- No.
- ls that an order?

- Yeah, it's an order.

- Ma'am, Miss,
it's been a pleasure.

Hi, young fella.
Heads up, now.

- He sounds a lot
better to me.

- He's really sick.

- Oh, look at this.
- Buy a barrel of whiskey.

That'll cure him.
- Bye.

- Bye, young fella.
- Bye.

Oh, if everyone was
as generous as you--

- You'd be millionaires.
Let's go, Lieutenant.

- Yes, sir.

- Hah!

- Nice boys.
Huh?

- Yeah.

- Hey, there's one leaving
for Chihuahua tomorrow.

How about it?
- No, that's a border run.

Stage will be
full of starvin' peons.

Better off waitin' a couple
of days for the San Antonio

and Houston stage.

- Where you plannin'
to hold it up?

By the river?
- No, we ain't

back in Pa's days.
Now, the best place to rob

a wagon is at the post station,
when the passengers

are stretching, and
the driver is off guard.

Well, what are you
lookin' at?

- You come for
the monks, senor?

- What monks?

- The ones with
the mission, senor.

Look what they do.
I go to confess my sins,

and then, for absolution,
the monk gives me a black eye.

- Well, you must've had
some pretty big sins.

- You know, senor,
once up a time,

the monks were saints,
but now they are devils,

and they drink, and they swear,
and make love.

And when we confess--
- They hit ya.

- Oh, si, senor,
very big hits.

- All right.
- No, no, all wrong.

- No, I mean, all right,
we'll see about the monks.

- Really, senor?
- Oh, sure thing.

- Oh, gracias.
Muchos gracias, senor.

Hey!

[speaking in Spanish]

- This business about monks

beatin' up peons
bothers you, don't it?

- No.
So, if you think that I--

- No, I didn't
think that at all.

It's just that Parker gives us
$4,000 to close an eye,

and the sheriff wants us
to stay clear of

a bunch of drunken monks.
So, somethin' stinks here,

and it's worth
more than $4,000.

Don't you think?

- Hmm.

And so?

[chanting]

- Open, brother, have no fear.
- Si, padre.

May the Lord be with you.
- Why?

- Welcome.

- You see, when a penitent
brother or a tired traveler

knocks at our door,
we greet him by saying,

"may the Lord be with you."
And he should answer,

"and with your spirit."
- Oh, now, I got ya.

And with your spirit.
Ain't you got no spirit?

- Oh, and with my spirit.
- Welcome, brothers.

[chanting]

- See if we can get 'em
to talk, Bambino.

- Don't worry about it
and don't call me Bambino.

[chanting]

Ugly bunch.

- Who's the boss here?

- Let us say that I am
the shepherd of this flock.

What can we
do for you?

- Let us say
this pilgrim here

wants to get confessed,
and this here traveler

wants to rest his bones.

- The traveler shall be restored
and the pilgrim cleansed of sin.

Come, brother.
Come with me.

- Hmm.
- Come.

- Hey, what are you doin'?

Hey, where are you--

_ “mm?

- Hey, all right, now.
Where are you goin'?

- In the confessional.
- Could've made the darn place

a little bigger.
- This is my place, brother.

You'll kneel down
opposite the grating.

- I gotta kneel down?
- You may sit,

if kneeling bothers you.
- Yeah.

- It's the first time,
isn't it?

- Yeah, and the last
from the look of things.

- Tell me, my son.
- What?

- Well, aren't ya here
to confess?

- Yeah, among other things.
- What other things?

- To see if you're gonna
absolve me, too.

- First, you must confess.
Then, I'll absolve you.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey, I'm warning you,
friend!

No rattin' on me, huh?
- No,no.

Aside from myself,
only he shall know.

- No, either it's between
you and me, or nothin' doin'.

- Very well.
Begin, my son.

- Begin what?
- To confess.

- Oh, well,
Mom says I was born--

- Go on, my son.
- And then, when l was 12,

my old man
took me in with him

and his-- his gang
of rustlers,

and one of the boys
got killed.

Yeah, but we pulled off
a lotta neat jobs.

- Oh, that's enough.
I beg you.

- Yeah, and now what?

- You must do penance
and be sincerely sorry.

- Yeah, all right,
I'm sorry.

Now, absolve me,
if you got the guts.

- I don't understand.
- You don't, huh?

Come on.
Absolve me!

- Certainly, certainly,
you shall be absolved.

[chanting]

- Why, you, I'll teach you
to go around absolving!

- What are you doing?
My brothers, help!

Help!
- Hey, take it easy!

Come on.
What happened?

- He was gonna do it.
He started off by talking

to himself, and then,
real sneaky-like,

he lets go with a right!
- But I only wanted

to bless you, brother.
- With a right hook?

There's something wrong
with this mission.

You better confess, now.
Why do you beat up the peons?

- It's not we
who do the beating up.

It is Lucifer.
Yeah, Lucifer in person.

- You know him?
- No, never heard of him.

Sounds like a professional
from back East.

- Hmm.
Well, if this Lucifer whatever

shows up, tell him
to go to hell.

- May the Lord be
with you, sir.

- No, we know the way.

- Oh, Dios gracias.

Deliver us, 0h, Lord,
from the hands of evil.

In nomine, padre.
Spiritu santo!

Judas priest!

- Hey, where did
the sheriff go?

- Over there.
- Hi!

- Hey, look.

- Well, now,
what a nice surprise.

- We were just saying
the same thing, right?

- Yeah.
- Thought you were headed north.

- I was.
But, first, there's a letter

I gotta hand to a Mr.,
uh, hmm, Mr., uh, yeah,

Stingary Smith.

- Uh, 0h, good 0l' Stingary.
Yeah, a friend of ours.

Uh, he outta town, right now.
- Oh.

- We can give it to him
just as soon as he gets back.

- Who will we tell him
it's from?

- Uh, I think he said Murdock.
Yeah, brother Murdock,

the monk we ran into
a couple clays ago.

And he also told us to tell
Mr. Stingary not to forget

to set up his scarecrows.
Yeah, just like that.

- Fine, we'll tell him.

Uh, by the way,
how's the family?

- They're fine,
down at the mission.

- The mission?
- Yeah, all those lonely monks

were having such a time
feedin' our little Ebenezer.

- Better get back.
That gruel they're eatin'

may unsettle
little Ebenezer's stomach.

- Well, uh, goodbye then,
and, uh, thanks again.

- Goodbye.

- Well, now, we can worry
about that stage.

- How about going to
the mission to say hello

to those people, huh?
- No, you're gonna get

in your saddle and reconnoiter
to the post station

near the Apache Spring
'cause that's where you gotta

go to hold up the stage.
- Now?

- Yeah, now.
- That's 20 miles from here.

It'll be night soon.
- Get movin'!

- Son of a buzzard.

- Come hereto your ma, child.
- Fast asleep.

- Pa, I ain't tired.
Can't I stay up

for a while yet?
- All right, but not too late.

- It's such a beautiful night.
Just a little walk?

- Yeah, but don't wander, now.
- I won't, Pa.

- Stay inside the mission.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you doing
on there?

- Hmm?
What am I doing here?

I'm on duty.
- On the wall?

- Well, sort of.
The captain ordered me

to keep an eye on this wall,
and so--

Wait there, will ya?
- Uh-huh.

- I was on duty
on the wall, but--

that's some duty
on the wall.

- Hey, you plan to drink
all night?

Then bring your bottle
to your room.

We close at midnight.

Hey, hey, what
are you-you-you doing?

- Where in the hell
is the sheriff?

- He disappeared.
- What?

- Gone, hombre,
over a week now.

- Wouldn't know whereabouts
we could find Stingary Smith?

- In jail.
- How's that?

- Jail.
- Yeah, in jail.

- And who put him in?
- Well, the sheriff, I guess.

- Yeah, well, no wonder
he disappeared.

Let's go.

- What time is it?
- Exactly 10 o'clock.

- Let's go!
- They're probably

still in town!
- What are you gonna do?

- Take care of
them two federals.

- There ain't no time
for that now.

And besides, I wouldn't
push my luck with them.

- What's that mean?

- It just means they're no more
federal agents than I am.

They're a couple of
fast drawing professionals.

- They're what?
- Just that.

Saddle up and follow me!

Parker's got another
shipment for Gonzales!

- You love me?
- You said it.

Are you gonna settle here?
- We're hoping to.

There's good land and all,
and the prior was willing

to give us an old farmhouse
of theirs, but the bishop

wouldn't let him.
- Huh, the bishop, huh?

- Uh-huh, the bishop.
Maybe it's because

we're Protestants.

- You didn't have to
tell him, did ya?

[yelling in Spanish]

- Go back in the wagon.
Hurry up!

Go on!

[yelling in Spanish]

-0h,no,
they're back again.

Hurry up, brothers!
Come out!

Hurry.
What are you waitin' for?

- Who is it, Father?
- Gonzales, the devil take him.

Hurry, open the gate
before he breaks it down.

[yelling in Spanish]

Open the door.
Don't be afraid.

- Go on!
Get out of the way!

- May the Lord be with--
- Gonzales and his men!

It's almost full.

Vamonos, muchachos,
let's go to work!

Vamonos, vamonos!

It weighs a ton.

Hey, you can pray later!
Now, you work!

- All right.

- Brothers, you can
pray later.

- Come on!
Come on!

Hurry UP!

[speaking in Spanish]

- It's the last one, Captain.
- Bueno.

Hey, priest!
- I'm here.

- Put that in your wagon.
Bring the money!

- Catch, Captain.
- Hey, priest, here.

It's $50,000, brother.
Be careful, or Senor Parker

will give you
his blessings, eh?

[speaking in Spanish]

- No,no!
Hold it!

- Help me, priest.
Help me!

- God helps all.

- Every monk who is a monk,
hand sup!

Every monk who is a monk,
punch a monk who isn't a monk.

All of you standing monks,
hand sup!

- Shoot him!

- What happened, Jesse?

Jesse!

- Stay there now
and don't move.

- This is the last time
you sneak guns

across the border, right?
- Indeed.

- And don't you forget it.

Judas priest.
You almost killed him.

- No, I just nicked him
so I'd find out

what they're doin' here,
but maybe you'd like

to explain that.
- Hey, Lieutenant,

what happened?
- Lieutenant?

- Yeah, Lieutenant
and federal at that.

- Oh, heaven protect us
from Parker's wrath.

Even the Mexican bandits
will be out to get us now.

- How you figure that?
- Parker sells arms

and ammunitions to roving
bands from across the border,

and he uses our mission
as a trading post.

- And as a bank, too.
- Exactly.

- Afraid I'm gonna
have to keep this,

as evidence, of course.
- Oh, I'm begging you.

If Murdock doesn't find
the money, there's no telling

what he'll do.
- Ha-ha.

I can tell you he won't do
a thing, not with me

and my captain around.
- But you'll be up against

a horde of cutthroats.
- And you think one horde

is enough to scare
two federal agents?

. He?

_ “mm?

Hmm?

Hmm.

Oh.

- Have you seen Stingary Smith
and his boys?

- Well, uh, actually,
they're in jail.

- How's that?
- Yeah, the sheriff come back,

slap 'em into jail,
and rode off, again.

- Let's go.

Hey, you com--
- Eh!

- Well, good night, senor.
- What time is it?

- It's about 10 o'clock.

- Get the keys.
- Right.

- Slapped you in, again, eh?
- Yeah, so, let's get movin'.

I'll get that boy.
- Let's go!

- If it's the last--
- Last thing you do.

Your guns, fellas.

- All the doggone luck!

- You may have
the upper hand now,

but when we get outta here--
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.
- Uh, uh--

- Where the heck have you been?
- Sorry, senors,

but after 10 o'clock,
the bar is self service.

So, good night and goodbye.
Cabrones.

- It took you all this time
to go to Apache Spring,

take a look around,
and come back here?

- What do you mean?

Forty miles in two hours
ain't all that bad.

- How'd things look?

- Sad, mighty sad.
- Mighty sad?

- For the stage,
not for us, though.

- Oh.

- Here's another one.

- All right, once more, now.
- Oh, not again.

- Yeah, again.
I don't want no slip-ups.

- When the stage pulls in--
- Pulls in where?

- At the Apache Spring
post station.

- Right, go ahead.

- I go in the station
and hold you up.

You go for your gun.

I shoot wide.
You raise your hands anyway.

Then I ride off with you on my
tail, and we split the loot.

- Last call! All aboard,
San Antonio, Houston!

All aboard!

- Well, here we go.
It's your first stage, ain't it?

Just relax and everything
will go smooth.

- Yah!

- Oh, my god, Henry,
you don't think there

will be any trouble, do you?
I'm so afraid.

- Don't worry, Agnes, dear.
I'm right here next to you.

- I know, but still.
- I wouldn't worry, ma'am.

No one in his right mind
would attack a stage

just outside of town
when the horses are all fresh

and the drivers are rested.
No, take my word for it.

No one is likely
to stop us now.

- Really?
- Yeah, that's--

- All right,
let's get with it!

Hold your horses
and make it snappy!

Everybody out,
on the double!

You're pretty slow there.
- Yes, sir.

- Oh, Henry, I'm so afraid.
- Not now, Agnes,

for god's sake.
- He's right, Agnes.

- Oh, Henry,
he called me Agnes.

- I know, dear,
but that is your name.

- Let's go, fatso.
Get a move on.

Stop whimpering, Agnes.
And you, get 'em up.

Huh.
Thought I wouldn't do it, huh?

- Oh, Henry.
- Don't fret, Agnes, please?

- A little ventilation
keeps the sun from frying

your brain, huh, gunslinger?
All right, now drop your belt.

And now you can
hand over your money.

Ha-ha.

Ain't you tricky, now?
You're shy a thousand, brother.

Fork it over,
before it's too late.

Oh, don't bother. Thanks anyway.
Keep the small change.

Well, I gotta be going, now. Ma'am.

See ya around.
Hah!

- Ain't he the weirdest, now?
- Well, come on, Agnes.

We're all in one piece,
mind, body, and billfold.

So, how was that, again?
No one in his right mind

would attack us
just outside of town.

Wm
- Oh, “mm!

Oh!
- Good gravy.

Wake up, Henry.
Wake up.

- Oh, I'm so sorry,
father.

- I'm sorry.
He's sick.

- Oh, it's nothin'.
It happens to the best of us,

even the angels.
Not so often, maybe.

- Someone is coming!

- Is he on horseback?

- No, on foot.
- Then let's see.

- It could be someone
that's come to confess.

- I guess.
- I kinda doubt that.

May the good lord--

- Put a bullet
between your eyes!

- Now, listen, Bambino.
- No, you listen!

I won't kill you here,
right on the spot,

because ma says
maybe you're my brother.

But either you
fork over my share,

0r you'll go home
in a pine box!

- You thought I was out
to rob you, didn't you?

- How'd you manage
to guess that?

- I mean, all I wanted to do,
was to show you

that I learned the ropes
by hanging around you.

- What's that mean?
- It means that you may be

heads up, but I ain't sleepin' either,
and the only way

to show you was to get down
to the mission before you did

and put my hands
on that wad of money.

- Wad, huh?
Where's the wad?

- Right there
in the mission.

Parker was forcing those
poor monks there to--

--thousand dollars.
Huh?

Well, what do you
say to that?

- Hmm. Let's see the 50 grand.
- Yeah.

- The lord be with you.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

- I thank you for coming, captain.

- Well, it's my duty.
Where's the wad?

- The what?
- Uh, the money.

- Ahh.
Father Clementino.

- Si, padre.
- Go fetch the root of all evil.

- You really think so?

- Step lightly, Clem, lightly.

- Uh, you know,
they're farmers.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Yeah, they're nice, though.

- Here you are, padre,
the root of all evil.

- Go on.
Go on.

Isn't it terrible,
Captain?

- Uh, yeah,
it's dreadful.

Lieutenant, you go
get things organized,

while I take the cargo
down to headquarters.

- Maybe it's better
if I go, sir?

- No, I prefer that we
handle it together,

huh, Lieutenant?
- Yeah, later.

- All right, later.
Meantime, get your guns

and let's get into place.
- What guns, Captain?

- Yeah, ain't that somethin'?
They don't carry guns.

- Padre!
Padre, they're coming!

They're coming!
- Keep calm, brothers!

- Go get in your wagon.
And, you, keep the gates

all closed and try
to gain time.

- He'll blow us up.
- Stall them off.

- Right. Come on, brothers.
Let's stop them.

- Halt!
Now, where's that fool goin'?

That'll be enough of that.
Keep an eye on that man, Denver!

- Yes, sir.

' Open up!
ope" “P. I said!

- This is the lord's house, brothers!

Come in peace,
and ye shall enter.

- Open up
and on the double!

- A sign of peace
and ye shall enter!

- Sure is monotonous,
the old beggar.

All right,
off with your guns.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, shut up,
will ya, Saddler?

_ Huh?

- You think you're invulnerable
behind those robes?

- It seems you haven't just
limited yourself

to preaching the good word
but managed to greet my clients

with buckshot, right?

Murdock.
- Yes.

- Pick up the money and blow
this barn to smithereens.

- Blow up the barn?
- Quiet, you old fool.

What is it, Murdock?

- There ain't a wooden nickel
in this whole well, Mr. Parker.

- What?
- The money.

Well, you're asking for it.
Murdock, it's all yours!

- All right, let's move it.

I said get out of the--

- Now, you move it,
over there with the others.

- They done it.

- You, again?
- Yeah, us, the law.

- Trinity!
- Drop 'em, or she's dead!

-0h,God!
- Please, drop 'em!

They'll kill her
otherwise!

- Well, it looks like
the show is over, huh?

All right, hold it.

- Oh, Wendy, dear.
- All right, easy now, easy.

- Well done, there, Murdock.

- Yeah, now,
let's care of these.

- Now, one moment.

First, a little detail
worth 50,000, huh?

Yeah.

Well, nice work, boys.

- Hey, where are you going,
you dang fool?

Look alive.

- Cut it out.
- Over here.

- Hey, boys!

- All right, ready?

- Come on.

- Come on.
Come on!

- Do you have any use
for this?

- I don't know.
Ask them.

- You have any use for this?
- Hold it!

- Get the door open!
- Knock it down!

- I said, hold it!
- Hurry up with that door.

- Huh.
It's empty.

- Go to it.

- Grr!
That wad is mine!

- Look out!

- Get in there!

- Get in there!

- I've got it!
- Trinity!

- He's got it!
He's got it!

After him!

- Look out!

"Ahh!

- Yah!

- Get it!
Come on!

- Get him!

- Oh, dear lord in heaven.
- You've got the wad!

- Get it!
Get it!

- Let us throw the moneychangers
out of the temple!

Go on!

- Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

- Go on.
Get in.

.Pa!

- Take that!
- Hit the black hearts harder!

- I got it!
Catch it!

- I got it!
- Toss it outside!

- All right!
All right!

- I got it!
- Give it to me!

- Why should I
give it to you?

- Dang door.

- It's decidedly locked,
my friend.

- Come, your guardian angel
will have much to do

if you stand over here.
Go, brothers!

Violence lacks strength
when reason can prevail.

- Amen.

- You meddling fool!
- Judas priest!

- Hip, hip, hooray!
- Where are you goin'?

- Wise guy, huh?

- Hurry!
Hurry, brothers!

- Take that and take--
- That

Watch it, you no good
son of a--

- Who did that?
- Me.

- Yahoo!

- What's so funny?
- Let's go!

- All right, get goin'!
- Let's get 'em!

- One, two, hut!
- Pass it to me.

' Hut!
Hut!

Hey, oop-ya!
What you want?

- Here's a lateral.
- Hut!

Here she comes!
Hut!

- Got the wad.

- Here they are!
Get 'em!

. No!

- Hey!

- It's squash.

- Throw it up
over the railing!

Hey, are you ready,
Bambino?

- Yeah.
And don't call me Bambino!

Well?
- Here!

One, two, hut!

- Come on, boys!

- Come on.

Let's get in there.

- High clearance!

- Why all this violence?

- Yeah.

- One, two, three.

- That a boy!

- Help the brother.
- Ha!

Ha.

Just like I said,
there weren't nothing to it.

- Yeah, but I'll take
that now.

So long,
Lieutenant.

- Hah!

Hah!
Hah!

- Stand right where you are,
all of you!

Get the monks to one side.

_
Hah!

- Round all the others up.

- Good for you,
brother Philipities.

I never thought
they'd get here.

Ahh, you were
magnificent.

- Thank you, father.
Thank you.

- Did you send
brother Philipities

to fetch the rangers?
- Are you out of your mind?

- No, Captain,
it was I who sent him,

but not through lack of faith,
because I couldn't have expected

you to arrive in time.
Did I do wrong?

- No, not at all.
- Padre.

- Our guardian angels
here, sir.

Without them,
all would have been lost.

- It's a pleasure, mister?
- Mr.--

- Uh, Captain, ain't it time
we got back to headquarters?

- Right you are, Lieutenant.
- You know, at first sight,

I-I mistook you
for a horse thief

we've been huntin'
for a while.

- Ha-ha.

Ain't the first time
that happened, huh, Captain?

- Yeah.
- Amazing.

- Uh, sir, here's $50,000
of Parker's blood money.

- Uh-huh.
- Take it to the judge.

- You got the most
amazing likeness.

- And, sir--

- You've got the cowpokedness
likeness to that punk.

I swear that--

- Uh, this is the bounty
the Captain got for capturing

five of Parker's boys.

- Well, now, I guess
that's yours,

according to the law anyhow.
- Yeah.

- Amazing likeness.
- Uh, our salary is pay enough.

- Well, the government
can be mighty proud of you two.

Farewell.
- So long.

- Yeah, see ya around.
- Padre.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hope you're satisfied, now.
All that work

and a pile of money
down the drain just because

some ranger recognized ya.
- Yeah, but--

- Fact is, you can't be trusted,
and that's the truth.

Hey.

- Huh?
Oh, no.

_
Hah!

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good luck can be found ♪

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