Original subtitles

"Fear Take Over Hogtooth.

"City Father Hire Too Many Guns.

The fact regarding the situation..."

Well, Hey Boy.

If the city fathers of Hogtooth have hired three gunmen

to bring them peace and law and order, they will surely need

one more gunman to drive the first three out.

Give us another drink, eh?

Gents, I ain't been getting much coffee lately and I've been...

Yes, sir.

The great and glorious Fourth of July.

Instead of firecrackers, we got that.

Tell them to move on, Mr. Paladin.

They're worse than the troublemakers they scared away.

You hired them to bring their guns here.

Did you not, you blockhead?

Clanahan, you never was elected to this here council.

What for are you butting in?

Each one, in secret, hires his own gunfighter,

and suddenly, we have three in town.

Well, this man will not be paid out of taxes.

Hire him if you're fools enough to wish another gunfighter here.

But you pay for him yourselves.

Every community has at least one man who is always

against the decisions of authority.

Well, what's an Irishman without a cause?

Or a cause without an Irishman?

Well, now, you're-you're an intelligent man.

Sure, sure, never mind the posies... listen!

We got three gunmen living royal on the town,

taking what they want!

Usually, the streets are filled with parades and people.

I've got $150 worth of fireworks in my store

and nobody to buy them.

Last Independence Day, my bank presented a flag

to every child whose parents opened a new account.

They wouldn't come to the bank now for a fife and drum.

This man will not be paid out of Hogtooth money.

Oh, no offense to you personally.

Then with our money... I'll put up a third.

You'll what?

Oh, well, it's cheaper than giving them Hogtooth.

Gentlemen, if your employees run true to form,

next they will want land, livestock and your businesses.

And the more I think about it,

the more I think I should raise my fee.

Never mind, you're hired.

- That's right. - You're our man, Paladin.

Now, let me give you a little advice.

Sneak up on them and get them fast.

As you can see, Mr. Paladin,

you're dealing with high-minded men.

Well, there's three against one.

Uh, another thing:

The first fella to get is Perrin.

Morrissey.

Chapineau, uh...

Well, when you gentlemen regret past actions,

you do try to clean the boards.

We're 100% behind you, Mr. Paladin.

Go get 'em.

Get rid of them, that's the bargain.

Well, uh, by whatever means you're forced to employ.

Gentlemen.

Well, maybe I'll start me a little ranch.

You know anybody's got a little ranch I might like?

A ranch, um...

Ah, no ranch for me.

Always I've think to be a businessman.

In my family, the first.

Unfortunately, in the past,

it has always been a lack of capital.

Well, there's a big reward out for me in Arkansas.

To who can collect it.

You are not happy, monsieur, when you do not fight.

If it makes me happy, I reckon that's the way I like it.

You telling me what I ought to like?

Why should we fight each other?

Whoever wins is afterwards alone.

Together, we possess the town.

It's open.

Mr. Paladin, uh...

Like I said to you a few minutes ago,

I'd appreciate it if you make sure of Floyd Perrin.

He's the biggest one and he's real tough.

Know what I mean?

Floyd Perrin, he's the one you hired.

You get him first, might be a future for you in Hogtooth.

Cattlemen can holler all they want.

This is all gonna be farmland someday.

And the man who gets in on the ground floor...

You stick with me, Paladin, you'll be well took care of.

Mr. Paladin...

...they're in the saloon.

Mr. Paladin...

the dangerous one is the man from New Orleans,

Claude Chapineau.

Tend to him first.

And if I do?

Well, we may talk about other things then.

You strike me as a good businessman.

Hogtooth needs good businessmen.

Yes, sir...

it certainly does.

l-l-ls something wrong?

No.

No, I just wanted to be sure that you agreed with me

that Kid Morrissey is the first one I should annihilate.

You think you can do that?

Well, that depends.

You come and see me afterward.

See me first.

Mr. Paladin.

Paladin, you're not a sensible man.

'Tis a glorious Fourth of July, Independence Day...

a reminder of fine and wonderful things to be dying for.

Clanahan, you don't like the citizen's committee.

Could you be liking men that lend money only

to them that surely cannot repay?

Well, it's one way to finally

end up owning a whole town.

You're moving to the wrong battle, Paladin.

The real rogues are standing behind ye.

The rogues with the guns are the ones I was hired to move out.

You'll not last ten seconds.

Ah, 'tis the excellent one I am

to be flapping with the talkative tongue.

I've spoken many a beautiful phrase upholding the flag

and the sacred Constitution, but...

do I say I'll be going in there with thee,

to make a lovely donnybrook of it?

I do not.

Clanahan...

with the aid of your clattering tongue,

and perhaps a little diversionary action,

it's possible that no one will die

this fine day at all, at all.

I'd like a good assortment.

Fireworks? What about the gun?

And a fine, slow-burning cigar.

Slow-burning cigar.

So it is dull.

We can change that, make it exciting.

Make it into what we want.

Make it ours.

We could open a casino.

Bring in girls.

Man, I never figured I'd own me a whole town.

Gents, I ain't been getting much coffee lately,

and I, I think I'd better...

Shut up.

This ain't no drink for celebrating.

Bring me something that bites back!

A noise most atrocious, monsieur.

Well, now what's a Fourth of July

without fireworks?

Hey, let me try one.

In the box.

Try it.

Sounds just like a.45, doesn't it?

No, more like a.38.

That's a.45.

Monsieur, why do I have the feeling

you're not here by accident?

Because, Monsieur Chapineau, you are not a fool.

- You have business with me? - With all of you.

You will state your business inside, monsieur.

I don't trust a man that don't pack a gun.

Means some kind of skull work.

Well, I thought this way, we could, uh, talk

before there was any shooting.

Oh, we will talk, monsieur...

Paladin.

Oh.

And me, you somehow know.

This is Monsieur Perrin

and young Monsieur Morrissey.

You heard of me?

Kid Morrissey.

Paladin.

San Francisco, of course.

Yes.

One hears of one's colleague, eh?

Monsieur, this one, oh, he's a fighter.

But he is one of us.

I never heard of him.

There is still champagne, Monsieur Paladin.

We will drink and listen to your business.

The champagne.

Gentlemen...

...in ancient days,

the city of Jerusalem couldn't settle its own quarrels.

So they called in the Romans

and asked them to arbitrate

the quarrels and police the city.

And the result was that the, uh,

Romans became their masters

and Jerusalem never recovered.

I still don't trust a man that don't carry a gun.

Now, in order to make this a real Independence Day,

the citizens of Hogtooth would like their Romans

to leave.

You need some champagne, Monsieur Paladin.

Come on, champagne, yeah.

Come on, champagne, huh?

Drink, drink, drink.

And, uh, I'll get my cup of coffee.

You have a pain, Monsieur Paladin?

Oh, in a manner of speaking, yes.

So, those who employed us

no longer admire us, eh?

Monsieur, I'm desolate.

True, this is not a fine city,

and there are no charming ladies,

yet...

I cannot possibly leave as you so subtly suggest.

Why don't you get out of here, Mr. Paladin,

and don't come back without a gun.

There's something wrong about a man

that don't carry a gun.

Well, I had hoped that, uh,

we could talk first.

And fight later?

Is that the way you fight Romans, monsieur?

Morrissey,

perhaps he would now prefer to have a pistol?

Now my turn.

Whenever you're ready.

Come on, Paladin.

Come on, Monsieur Paladin.

Young Morrissey is waiting.

- He done it! - He did it!

Everybody, he done it!

Fellow citizens, gather around!

I have something to say to you.

Fellow citizens,

I want you to know you're looking at a man.

I want you to know that, as a judge of character,

I'm for keeping him here.

Let's put a badge on this here man,

so he'll keep Hogtooth as clean...

Is there a doctor in this place?

Here I am! What can I do for you?

In the saloon, Doctor.

Now, let me see...

you wanted me to kill Perrin first.

Well, I-I didn't exactly...

You offered me a bonus to kill him first.

What's the matter with you?

You had a deal with Perrin

before you ever brought him into this town.

The same deal that the other two made

with their hired assassins.

Each of you was gonna bring a killer into this town

to clean it up.

Then the man was gonna stay on as your personal enforcer.

Whoa, now just a minute there.

What kind of scandal is this

that's being laid on the town's top counsel?

Partridge.

Talk up, man!

How are you gonna prove any of that

with all of them dead?

That's my gun you've got, Paladin.

Well, now...

shall I give it to him?

Now, you... you-you-you can't scare me.

What he said ain't true.

Don't.

Don't do it, F-Floyd.

I would've kept my word to you. Honest, I would...

Ah, shut up.

You're moving on now, Floyd.

No hard feelings?

Not toward you.

Now, Kid Morrissey has a broken arm,

but his memory's in very good shape.

Chapineau will survive,

and you two owe me a bonus.

I'm a responsible banker.

If anyone wishes to question me, question my motives...

We'll have some questions, my slippery one.

Any such person is sincerely invited to visit me at my bank.

At my...

regular hours.

Paladin...

'tis ever the same.

When the thunder and lightning is done,

'tis the vultures who emerge from their holes

dry and unruffled.

Well, Clanahan, would you like to see some feathers fly?

- Aye. - I haven't been paid yet.

Come along.

Tilbury!

Hildreth!

Partridge!

I'm gonna count three,

and I want you people right here in front of me!

If I have to go get my gun, you won't like the end result.

One!

Two!

Three!

Here I am, Mr. Paladin.

I hear you, Mr. Paladin.

Please, Mr. Paladin, I-I...

Gentlemen.

Paladin...

make the buzzards pay out of their own pockets.

Ah, it's gonna be a glorious Fourth of July, after all.

"Have gun will travel," reads the card of a man

A knight without armor in a savage land

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?