All language subtitles for The.Hawk.Of.Wild.River.1952.WEBRip.x264-ION10

My name is Steve Martin.

I've lived in the West
all my life.

Somehow or other I've gotten
a reputation as a Ranger.

I was on my way to
the little town of Wild River,

where I had quite a job
cut out for me.

The town had been living
in a constant state

of fear and turmoil

due to the lawlessness
and senseless brutality

of a gang of bold outlaws...

led by a desperado
known as The Hawk.

Come on! This part-Indian bandit

always left havoc and death
behind him.

Challenging law and order,

The Hawk and his henchmen
had run riot

with holdups and killings.

Posses and determined citizens
gave them chase,

but The Hawk and
his picked band of desperadoes

had always managed
to elude them.

The Express Company
of Wild River

seemed to be
The Hawk's special prey,

and its stagecoaches were
no longer safe on the road.

The sheriff of Wild River
harangued his fellow townsmen

and promised a reward
for The Hawk's capture,

dead or alive,

not knowing
at that very moment,

The Hawk was
taking his measure.

As accurate and deadly
as he was on the draw,

The Hawk was even more expert
with bow and arrow.

It was his fiendish trademark,

his grim way
of reminding Wild River

that tangling with him
meant certain death.

I was urging Bullet
to give me all he had.

My job was to lock horns
with The Hawk.

A fortune in gold dust was
waiting in the Express office

for shipment
to the San Francisco Mint.

The Hawk had learned of this,
and he was out to grab it.

You stay here, Skeeter.

Anybody comes around looking
for trouble, give it to him.

♪ Get your tintype took
And see how you look ♪

♪ You can give it to your pal
You can give it to you gal ♪

♪ You can give it your ma
You can give it to your pa ♪

♪ Set her on the shelf
And look at it yourself ♪

Hi, bub. Hey,
my name's Smiley Burnette.

Trying to make an honest dollar.
Want your tintype tooken?

Get!
Only two bits.

Didn't you hear me? Get!

I can make you a reduced price
if you buy half a dozen.

For the last time, get!

If you didn't want one,

why didn't you tell me
in the first place

instead of taking up
my valuable time? Gunsel.

If I had a face like that,
I'd nail a board on it.

♪ Get your tintype took
And see how you look ♪

♪ You can give it to your pal
You can give it to your gal ♪

♪ Give it to your ma
And give it to your pa ♪

♪ Set it on the shelf
And look at it yourself ♪

Hey, Pete!Hiya, Smiley.

Heh-heh. Hiya, Smiley.

Just the man I want to see.

Oh, yeah?

Well...I hear you're getting hitched.

I reckon so.Reckon so.

Hot doggies! You gonna make
a right smart-looking pair.

I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you
a wedding present.

How would you like to have
your picture tooken?

Don't mind if I do.Don't mind if I do.

Well, I just couldn't
give you a finer present.

All it's gonna cost you
is four bits.

Gosh. Thanks, Smiley.Gosh. Thanks, Smiley.

Now, just put your arm
around her there.

I'll have this thing
put together

before a kid could eat
a watermelon.

Hello, Donna. Pete.Hello, Jack.

Hello, Jack. Heh-heh.

Gonna have your picture taken?

Yeah.Yeah, heh-heh.

Darn thing!

The Hawk!

Shoot 'em!
Shoot 'em! Shoot 'em!

Get them, Jack.
Don't worry about me.

It's Durango!

Now, I wouldn't go
pointing a gun at a friend.

Friend? How do I know
you're a friend?

All I know is you stopped me
from fighting with The Hawk.

You think so?

This would have stopped you
if I hadn't.

Sorry.

Thank you.Forget it.

Are you from Wild River?That's right.

My father, Clark Mahoney, runs
the Circle Y. My name's Jack.

Glad to know you, Jack.
Folks know me as Durango.

Good man to have on my side.

Now if you're going after
The Hawk,

it's not good enough
to be quick down here,

you gotta be quick up here too.I'll try and remember that.

Men like The Hawk always
come to the end of the road.

So wait and pick your spots.

When the odds aren't all against
you, that's the time to strike.

Let's go, Raider!

Mr. Mahoney!
Yes?

Say, I hear you're about to be
sworn in as our new sheriff.

That's right.Well, that's nice.

Sure would like
to be your deputy.

Well, thanks, Smiley,
But I'm appointing my son Jack.

Well, next to me, he's probably
about as good as you can find.

He'll be a lot of help to you.

The Hawk and I have a little
unfinished business to clean up.

If Dad and I ever form a posse,
and you're around, why--

I'm round enough, all right.
You can count on me.

I'll remember that, Smiley.

He might do it.
He said that like he meant it.

Dad-blame people
always wanting to force me

to be a deputy or something.
I don't wanna be no deputy.

Could always get my lumbago
back though, couldn't I?

Hi, Steve.Well, you've got me mixed

with someone else, stranger.

Hey!

What's the matter with him?
That's my old ever-loving buddy.

I get the cold shoulder.
The glass eye.

I don't even get
the small hello.

Well, maybe he's been sick.

Mr. Norton?

No, I'm Al Travis.
What can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to Mr. Norton.

Afraid you can't.

Well, he's the manager here,
isn't he?

He was. Till yesterday
when the office was held up.

He was shot.
What?

I'm in charge now.

So, what do you want?

Mr. Norton sent for me.What for?

He wanted me to work undercover.
Trap The Hawk and his gang.

I understand they've been
pretty rough on you fellas.

Pretty rough on Norton,
all right.

So, what do you think
you could do?

He wanted me to try and get back
the loot they've stolen.

It's the first
I've heard of this.

Norton didn't tell me
anything about you.

I've been working
with him all the time.

That's strange.

For all I know,
you might be a phony.

If that's all
that's worrying you,

I have credentials.Don't bother.

I ain't interested.Well, why not?

Because I've got some ideas
of my own about this.

I can handle The Hawk without
any help from strangers.

All right.
That's how you feel about it,

I guess I'm wasting my time.That's how I feel about it.

Been nice knowing you, mister.

Sorry I can't
say the same, Travis.

If that ain't Steve Martin,
I ain't Smiley Burnette.

And if I ain't Smiley Burnette,
who am I?

Might even be somebody
I don't even know.

Or maybe not even likemaybe.
Hmm!

Looks fine on you, Dad.

Say, it does look good.

Look good in a photograph too,
wouldn't it?

I don't know much
about this picture-taking

'cause I've been
taking lessons by mail,

but I got a real nice camera,
and one day

I'm gonna get the lens on
and take some goods ones.

Everybody get around there.

Gather around the sheriff.
That's it.

Gather around him.

And I'll set this darned
gadget up here some way.

I'm gonna buy me a pawn shop
and borrow some money on it.

Oh, hold still.

Swap it right now
for a good Barlow knife.

Now, gather around there, boys.

Little closer. That's it.
Now, if you want a copy,

you can get a copy for 50 cents
to set on your piano.

For a dollar, I'll come
sit on your piano myself.

This won't take long.

Take your picture quick
as you could shoot an arrow.

What is this anyhow?
Can't a fella set a camera up

in the middle of public street

without people shooting
arrows at him?

What does that say?

"Mahoney, you won't be sheriff
24 hours. The Hawk."

Say, what's going on?Well, fine thing. Read that.

What's all the commotion?

Read it.Read that message.

I get so mad at that Hawk.

I wish I was in a way
to help go after him.

If that horse
hadn't busted me up--

I know how you feel, George.We'll take care of The Hawk.

We won't do it with six-guns.
We have to use our heads.

You got any plans?

I'm gonna scour the country.

Then I'm gonna
double that reward.

I hope it works.SMILEY: By rights,

I ought to have my six-gun
out a gunnin' for that Hawk.

But I've been troubled
with sciatica here lately.

Used to be, uh, lumbago,
didn't it, Smiley?

Well, I got that too.Good luck, sheriff.

Thanks, George.

Things better
change around here too.

You go get it.

Can't you find some other place
to hide your stuff?

Why should I?

This place is
made to order for me.

I wish I wasn't
mixed up in this.

Well, you are, so might as well
get used to it, storekeeper.

Now, what'd you find out?

What'd they say?

Mahoney seems to mean business.

He's gonna start a search,
and he's upping the reward.

Ha-ha, he is, huh?

Well, he won't live to pay it.

Mister, if you ain't
Steve Martin,

you're his twin brother.

You ever stop to think
that for reasons of his own,

Steve Martin might want
to keep undercover?

Maybe that's why he doesn't want
an old friend to recognize him.

Well, wouldn't
that old friend know

he could trust Smiley Burnette?Sure, he knows.

First you've got to promise

you'll keep that big mouth
of yours shut tight.

Oh, that goes without asking.

I don't know nothing
if you don't want me to.

But, hey,
what are you hiding from?

Ain't like Steve Martin
to be afeared of nothing.

I'm not afeared, Smiley.

And I'm not
hiding from anybody.

It's The Hawk I'm after
and the loot he's stolen.

Yeah, well, um, I--
I sure would like to help you,

but I've been troubled
with high botry lately.

High what?Well, advanced high botry,

my old ailment.

Better not get mixed up
in this then.

Hey, you see that fella?Yeah.

You two ought to get together.
That's Jack Mahoney.

How so?Well, he's after The Hawk too,

for killin' his dad.

The Hawk put an arrow
through Clark Mahoney

right after we made him sheriff.

If Jack gets a hold of The Hawk,
he's gonna cinch him.

You two ought to be in cahoots.

Well, I'm gonna work
on my own, Smiley.

Look, I don't want anybody
to know why I'm here except you.

If Jack starts pumping me about
you, what am I gonna tell him?

I'll leave that up to you.
Where's the stable?

Back of Shipman's feed store.Come on, Bullet.

Hiya, bub.

Hello, Smiley.

Who's the stranger?

Oh, him? I don't know.

You know, he's a kind of
a peculiar individual though.

There's no telling
what he's up to.

What do you mean by that?You know me.

I got no hankering
for strangers,

especially when
they're going around

with their hand on their gun.

He ups to me, and he says,

"Hey, fat boy, where's the bank
in this berg?"

Then he wants to know
who the law is here.

And I point you out,
and he says to me,

"Huh, I can take him over
anytime I'm good and ready."

Thanks. Keep an eye on him.

Who?

Give me a hand,
will you, partner?

Thank you, sir.

Over here! Over here!

Now, step right up, folks,
and meet "Yank 'Em Out" Kennedy,

the dentist man. Yes, sir!

I'm the doctor
for your aching tooth.

In one minute and out the next.

No pain. No fussing around.

Why, there ain't
nothing to it, folks.

You just relax here
in my chair, close your eyes,

and before you know it,
it's all over with.

Now, who'll be the first one?

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

The tooth is out
at half the price

as a sort of demonstration.
All right, think it over.

While you're thinking it over,
I'll give you a treat.

A free show.
A little act in hypnotism.

Now, I have here
this beautiful jackknife

and a brand-new silver dollar

to the volunteer who will
come up here and help me out.

Now, who'll it be?

How about you, mister?

Oh, come on, be a sport.

There you are.
Now, you stand right over there.

Now, just relax
and leave the rest to me.

Yeah, not till I get
that jackknife and the dollar.

Here you are. Listen carefully.
This is what I want you to do.

Look at that jackknife in your
right hand with your left eye.

Look at the dollar in your
left hand with your right eye.

That's fine. Now if you
just keep looking that way...

Through my supernatural powers,

this man is
in a hypnotic trance.

He will do anything I say,
as you shall see.

I give you this serape.

This guitar.

And this Spanish sombrero.

You are now
Señor Pedro Enchilada,

the Spanish singing troubadour.

Ah-ha! Mucho bonita!

♪ Yes
I'm Señor Pedro Enchilada ♪

♪ All the señoritas
Know me quite well ♪

♪ For I have a smooth way
With the ladies ♪

♪ I sing
And they're under my spell ♪

♪ Ah, señorita, I love you ♪

♪ Like the sapo
I'm silly for you ♪

♪ Your lips
They are like the pimento ♪

♪ If you leave me
I know not what I'd do ♪

♪ Put your arms around me
And kiss me ♪

♪ My heart, with a love
She has filled ♪

♪ Come closer
My sweet little chicken ♪

♪ And give the señor
The big thrill ♪

Ah-ha! Chili con carne tabasco!

♪ Ah, señorita, I love you ♪

♪ The fish has a face
Just like you ♪

♪ And your eyes, they are big
Like the onion ♪

♪ You are make all my dreams
To come true ♪

♪ I will build us
A big hacienda ♪

♪ Little muchachos
We'll have by the score ♪

♪ And when they are big
They are working ♪

♪ So the señor
Don't work anymore ♪

♪ Ah-ha! ♪

Now, folks, to bring this man
out of his hypnotic state,

this trance,
I'll have to give him

some sort of a sudden shock.

Who are you?I'm old Yank 'Em Out Kennedy.

Well, what--?
What am I doing with this stuff?

Are these yours?Why, you've been having fun.

I don't want 'em.

How do you feel, my friend?I feel awful. I ache all over.

I got a headache. I--
My-- My teeth hurt.

Your teeth? Yank 'Em Out Kennedy
can take care of that.

Sit down here.Can I sit here?

That's fine. Relax yourself.

Open your mouth.What are you gonna do?

Only take a second.What are you gonna do?

Help!

Now, wait just a minute.Get away from me!

Wait a minute. I'm not through.

Hey, come back here!

It's your fault.
You sent me up there.

I spotted The Hawk and his gang.

They're hiding out
near Pike's Fork.

Here's where we get him.STEVE: Wait a minute.

How do you know
they're at Pike's Fork?

I saw them there
when I was riding by.

Did they see you?I reckon so.

They're not gonna hang around

just waiting to be caught.Maybe so or maybe not.

If they're not there,
we might pick up their trail.

The Hawk's too smart for that.

If you ask me, this isn't
the time to catch him.

Nobody's asking you, stranger.

I'm getting up a posse to go
after The Hawk and his gang.

Meet in front
of the sheriff's office.

I think I better stick around
by the Express office

to protect it just in case.

That's a good idea.Well, good luck.

They'll be coming
through that pass soon.

We'll be down there
waiting for 'em.

We'll pick 'em off like pigeons.

You go ahead, Duke,
till you spot 'em.

Right.

They're comin'. They ain't
more than a half a mile away.

They're coming from both ways.

I ain't gonna stay here
and be blasted.

Hold it!

Unless you want this through
your belly, you'll reach.

Well, this is Pike's Fork.

If The Hawk was here, probably
saw us coming and hightailed it.

Here's The Hawk, Jack,
and he's all yours.

Thanks.
We'll take good care of him.

Wild River's been waiting
a long time for this day.

Your job's not done. Not till
you've rounded up the gang

and recovered that stolen money.

We'll keep after them.Oh, and one other thing.

That stranger
who blew into town,

might be safer
if you locked him up.

Steve Martin?
That's right.

Howdy, stranger.
Something you want?

Yeah, let me see a gun.What kind?

Oh, that bone-handle
.44-40 right there.

Look, stranger, you can't
load that unless you buy it.

I'm not buying it
unless I like it.

There's only one way
to find out.

Not bad! Not bad at all.
I like the trigger action.

Sometime if I remember it,
I might even pay you for it.

Unless you want a bullet through
you, reach, and reach high.

No more monkeyshines.

Come along with me.

What do you got there?

Steve Martin.

You know, Durango was right.

I just caught him
shooting up George's store.

Well, what do you know?

You got company.

That's a pretty good day's haul.

Yeah, it could've been better

if we'd gotten The Hawk's gang.

What's your game, mister?

Suppose I don't answer that.

I keep my business to myself.

Besides, how do I know you're
not a stool for that sheriff?

What's so funny?

Reckon you don't know
who I am.

Wait a minute.

Seems I have seen you before.

I got it. It was
on those reward posters.

You're The Hawk.

Well, I'm not
such a sucker after all.

If you can be taken in
by that tinhorn sheriff,

I don't feel so bad.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'm not spending much time
in this rat hole.

I'm getting out.

Yeah? How?

I'll work it out all right.

There's always some way
of outsmarting these lawmen.

I'll be out of here by tonight,

and you'll be with me.

You're pipe-dreamin', mister.

Seems to me
you got a big mouth.

I have, huh? Wait and see.

Sure.

Hello there, my friend.

What makes you think
you're any friend of mine,

you dad-blamed dream-maker.

That tooth's been hurting
like a mischief

since you messed with it.

You didn't give me
a fair chance.

One more yank,
that tooth would've been out.

One more yank, and you'd have
had both of my shoes.

You're not fighting about
getting a tooth pulled, are you?

Ain't no honor in it, is there?

If you were
Big Chief Granite Jaw,

you wouldn't have been scared.I ain't Big Chief Granite Jaw.

Besides, what's that
got to do with me?

Don't you know
who Big Chief Granite Jaw is?

Some little old country Indian.
I ain't even ever heard of him.

You don't know your history.
You don't know nothing.

Big Chief Granite Jaw's one of
the bravest Indians ever lived.

Now, here are two magic nuggets
that he once gave me.

As long as those two nuggets
are in your possession,

no harm can ever come to you.

If you want the charm to work,

gotta look at the nugget in your
right hand with your left eye

and the nugget in your left hand
with your right eye.

That's fine. Now just
keep looking that way.

Get off the horse
on the wrong side.

Ugh.

Whoa, chief.

Chief climb mountain.

Don't fall. Whoop!

Now turn around, chief.

Hold it.

Beautiful eagle feather
for chief.

Ugh!Ah, chief!

Shh! Wake up papoose.

Papoose keep chief up all night.

Chief scalp papoose.

You make big mistake, white--

White man. Chief ornery.

Chief push ducks in water.

Chief pull up
widow woman's corn.

White man get rid
of big chief's pain.

Open mouth.No, chief need tooth.

Him chew
buffalo meat with tooth.

Leave Indian chief alone,
white man.

Now, open mouth,
and you can drink milk.

No!Come on, chief.

You make big mistake.

Wait a minute now, chief.I'll scalp you.

Now--
Now, just a minute now, chief.

Chief cut initials
on your chest.

Oh, no, no! Chief good man.
Oh, no!

Look, chief, now, have a heart.

Chief no can stand
white man's face.

Chief need
more white man to scalp.

Grr, go find more.

No, no! Chief, come back here.

Need away.Hey, chief, come back here!

Hey, chief, come back here!

Loose Indian! Loose Indian!

Loose Indian! Loose Indian!

Loose Indian!

What are you doing now?Hitting the hay.

Don't take those boots off.

Well, why not?

Because we're gettin'
out of here.

Let me know when it happens.

It's gonna happen right now.

Maybe you think the bars
are made of candy

and we can eat our way out.

Or maybe the sheriff's coming
over to unlock the door.

That's exactly
what he's gonna do.

I think you're cracked, fella.

Get ready, partner.

This is it.

With a piece of paper?

Yeah. And a coffee mug.

What's going on in there?I don't know.

Somebody threw a rock
through that window, I guess.

What's in your pocket?

My hand.What else?

Nothing.

Let's have the paper.

Do you want me
to come in and get it?

There's nothing to get, sherif.I'll see about that.

Keep 'em covered, Tom.

Sure will.

All right. Both of you
get over there and turn around.

Hold it, sheriff!
I'm trigger nervous.

Now both of you get over there
and don't turn around.

I told you the sheriff
would open up, Hawk. Come on.

Lock 'em up.

I gotta hand it to you, mister.
It was a pretty neat getaway.

Ha-ha! I told you
there'd be nothing to it.

You know,
I like the way you think.

How about joining up with me?

That's a deal, partner.

It's The Hawk.

You sure got out
of that clink fast.

Hi, Hawk. Glad to see you.

How'd you bust out?It was easy, heh.

Sheriff never even knew
what hit him.

Hawk and I are
a pretty slick combination.

Where'd you pick up
this windbag?

He's okay.
And we're cutting him in.

Steve, meet the gang.
Duke, Smoky, Skeeter.

Howdy.
Howdy.

So this is your gang.
They don't look so tough to me.

Tough enough
to take you on, mister.

Easy, you.Hold it, boys.

Now, we gotta work together.

Maybe Steve is long on gab,
but he's long on nerve too.

We can use him.

Ain't it about time we was
hearing from Al Travis

about that next gold shipment?It sure is.

I don't hanker
having to hang around here

with Durango so close.

I wouldn't let The Hawk
hear me talking thataway.

Sure. Who's afraid of Durango?

Heh, he's only one hombre.

After all, there are five of us.

Look, maybe you'd like
to take Durango on yourself?

Well, why not? Lead's lead.

My bullets are
just as good as his.

Maybe so,
but he's faster on the draw.

Oh, you think so?

Can Durango do
any better than that?

What's going on here?

Ah, Deadeye Dick's
been showing off.

And he ain't bad. I never saw
you draw that fast, Skeeter.

Maybe you ought
to take lessons from him.

This place is better
than that hick jail, right?

Sure is, partner. But, you know,
with Durango around,

I don't think it's a safe spot
to stash our stuff.

It ain't.Then why don't we move it?

I did.

All the brains ain't
in one head, see?

You're right, Skeeter.
Only some of us haven't any.

That's a horse on you, Skeeter.

Hey.

If we don't get some firewood,
there won't be no supper.

The newest member of the gang
always hustles it up.

So?I sort of run things

around this shebang,
so go on. Move.

Look, Skeeter...

nobody pushes me around.

Could be I sort of like
to run things myself.

So maybe you and I better
have a showdown right now.

Oh, I don't know.

Throw a bucket of water on him.

When he comes to, tell him I
said to fetch the wood himself.

Hey, Skeeter, you better
stick to whittling your cannon.

Hold it.
I'll find out what he wants.

How!

Ugh. Who you?

Smiley, I don't know
what you're up to,

but hightail it out of here,
and fast.

Me no Smiley.
Me Indian Chief Granite Jaw.

This is no time to fool around.

Listen to your old friend
Steve, will you?

You old friend.
You smoke peace pipe, see?

What's this all about?I don't know.

He acts loco.
Thinks he's an Indian.

Ugh. Me friend white man.

No scalp 'em. Catch 'em up
good song. Me sing, huh?

Okay, chief.Sure.

Yeah. Go ahead.Yeah, go ahead.

♪ There was Chief Pocatela
From the Cherokees ♪

♪ And Chief Telapoca
From the Crees ♪

♪ They had powwow
On the mountain ♪

♪ In the clearing
Of the big pine trees ♪

♪ Up spoke Pocatela
For the Cherokees ♪

♪ Telapoca from the Cree says
"You're a nothin', ya-whoa!" ♪

♪ And the fight was on
You could see ♪

♪ They fought all night
In the moonlight ♪

♪ Till there was just
Two Injuns 'neath the tree ♪

♪ Chief Pocatela
From the Cherokees ♪

♪ And Chief Telapoca
From the Crees ♪

♪ Telapoca couldn't
Speak Cherokee ♪

♪ Pocatela couldn't speak Cree ♪

♪ So it ain't what you say
That starts a fracas ♪

♪ It's the way that you say it
Don't you see ♪

That belong Chief Granite Jaw.

White man don't know nothing
'bout bow and arrow.

You think not, huh?

How do you like that,
Granite Jaw?

Oh, him fair for paleface.

Indian do better.

Ugh.

What are you up to now?

Me cook 'em fish.

Look, Smiley, don't you think
this crazy business

has gone far enough?

No savvy.Oh, I give up. I...

Say, when did you see
that dentist last,

Yank 'Em Out Kennedy?Who him?

You're in
for a big shock, chief.

Steve, what in the thunderation
are you doing here?

Well, what am I doing here?

Where'd I get
all this Indian regalia?

Now, take it easy,
old Chief Granite Jaw.

It was the dentist, remember?The dentist?

Yeah, he sure
fixed you up fine.

Yeah, I remember.

Where am I?

In The Hawk's hideout.

Who?
You heard me.

You've been matching
bows and arrows with him.

Whew!Heh! Oh, bother,

you sure give me
plenty to worry about.

I'm getting out of here pronto.Oh, no you're not, Smiley.

I may need you.Well, all right, if you say so.

But what are you
hanging around here for?

I'm one of Hawk's gang.You, one of The Hawk's?

Listen, did that dentist
hypnotize you too?

No, I'm here
with my eyes wide open

to find out where The Hawk
stashes his stuff.

When I do, we'll put The Hawk
and his gang where they belong.

Don't say that
"we" so carelessly.

Weain't about to stay here.
I'm gettin' out of here.

Here comes The Hawk now.
If you know what's good for you,

you'll keep right on being
Chief Granite Jaw.

What do I do?
I don't know any Indian talk.

Oh, just say "ugh."
That'll keep you out of trouble.

"Ugh." Whoo!

How's the big chief
this morning?

Ugh!I reckon that means

he's all right.That's right. I mean, ugh!

What's the matter with him?

Must have found some firewater,

maybe drank a little too much.

Ugh!Al Travis just rode in, boss.

See you at the shack, Steve.All right.

What's Al Travis doing here?

Working hand in glove
with The Hawk.

Ugh! I mean, it's getting
more puzzling all the time.

Yeah, but the puzzle's almost
solved. Get rid of this stuff.

Now's our chance
to find out what's what.

I don't like no part of this.

So the gold is
in the Express office now,

waiting for the Frisco stage
to pick it up.

Yeah? Waiting for us, you mean.

It'll be the biggest haul
you've ever made.

Good. The bank there will be
a cinch for us.

When are we leaving?

Might as well start now.

Be seeing you, Travis.

Well?There's that little matter

of my cut, remember?

I haven't been paid
a plug nickel yet.

Okay, Travis. You'll get it.

You just tell the storekeeper
to clear out the safe

and load the stuff in his wagon.And I get paid then?

Stop worrying.

Tell the storekeeper
to meet us at the bridge.

You get back to Jack
fast as you can.

Tip him off
the gang's breaking camp.

Tell him to hop on it fast.

They'll take the road
through the pass.

I'm depending on you.Oh, man,

you ain't got
nothing to worry about.

Don't forget
what I said, Travis.

Who's that?

Ah, Steve Martin.Steve Martin?

He's a Ranger.
Norton sent him to get us.

A Ranger?We'll meet you later.

Well, that finished him.

Jack! Jack!

The Hawk's heading for the pass.

You can cut him off
if you get a move on.

Sure this isn't another false
alarm, like at Pike's Fork?

This is not a false alarm,
Mr. Jack.

I just left The Hawk's camp
and laid a trap for him.

Sure, Smiley.Honest Injun!

This is the truth to my name
or my middle name ain't Ananias.

I swear on a stack of--

Hey! Ain't you gonna take
a posse with you?

How about that guy going all
by himself? Not a lick of sense.

If I'd been gonna send a fool,
I should have gone myself.

Hey, look!

That's the threat.

You two take the pass.

We'll cut over by the creek.

Well, I'd say you got
yourself quite a loopful.

I didn't get The Hawk.

You'll never have to worry
about him again.

Why not?He's dead.

Did you catch
these hombres single-handed?

I followed your advice,
use my head.

I trapped them like The Hawk
once tried to trap me,

coming out of the pass.You did a good job.

Remember, I once told you,

men like The Hawk always come
to the end of the road.

Let's go, Raider.

Reach, mister.

If you're still looking for
that paper, you won't find it.

But you will find a letter
from Mr. Norton.

I'm Steve Martin. Came here
to help Norton get The Hawk.

Certainly had me fooled.

But you don't
have to worry about The Hawk.

Durango took care of him.He did?

Well, what do you know?

There's something else
I don't understand.

Why did you help
The Hawk break jail?

Wanted to give him plenty
of rope, make him show

where that loot was stashed.He sure did show us.

Me and Steve can do just about
anything we set our mind to.

Sheriff, your jail's
gonna be plum full.

We locked up Travis
and that storekeeper.

Caught 'em trying
to make off with the stuff.

Well, thanks a lot. Wild River
can use men like you, Steve.

Hope you decide to stick around.

Well, maybe someday--
Hey, Smiley!

Where are you going?

Well, I'm gonna
go get my camera.

I wanna
take a picture of Jack

when he locks up them jaspers.

Hello there, Granite Jaw.
How's the tooth today?

Hey. Look here.

With your right eye,
look at that finger.

And with your left eye,
look at that finger. See?