All language subtitles for Gun the Man Down 1956

- There it is.

$40,000 just sitting there waiting for us.

All we have to do is ride in and get it.

Now this is the main teller's cage.

He's got a sawed-off
shotgun under the counter.

Farley, you'll see he
never gets his hands on it.

Rem, you keep one eye on the sheriff's

office across the street and the

other on the bank guard.

Here, once we're inside, I'll
move straight to the vault.

Farley, you cover me.

Shouldn't take more than five minutes

if everything goes right.

- What if it doesn't?

- Then it's every man for himself,

we'll get back here to the
cabin the best way we can.

Let's get moving.

- Rem.

Are you sure you wanna go through with it?

- Too late to back out now.

- What if something goes wrong?

- Nothing's gonna go wrong, Jan.

We get our hands on that money,

everything's gonna be all right.

- Oh Rem.

- Come on, Rem!

- Be ready to leave as soon as I get back.

- Be careful, Rem.

- Throw saddlebags and
canteens onto the horses.

- Right.

- What happened?

- What does it look like?

- He's lost a lot of
blood, we'll have to--

- There isn't time!

- We've gotta take time!

- I killed a man at the bank.

I couldn't help it, the
fool went for his gun.

- The whole time came alive.

There was a lot of shooting.

- He can't be moved.

- That we know.

- Then we'll have to stay.

- Don't be crazy, there'll be a posse

riding down on this
cabin in a few minutes.

- You're not gonna leave him!

- Well we can't take him with us,

if we do he'll slow us down, we'll all be

caught, what'll that prove?

- He wouldn't leave you.

- Maybe not, but we got our hands

on a lot of money and I'm not

gonna spend it at the end of a rope.

- I won't leave him.

- Then stay, stay and watch them drag him

out to the nearest tree and hang him!

- No Matt, I won't leave him!

- You're going with us!

- I've always admired this horse.

Beside, Remmy ain't gonna need it.

- I'm not gonna leave him!

- That little affair's over.

Now it's my turn.

- You beast!

- Hold it, Farley!

Two of us might get together to spend

this money, but now's
no time to decide it.

Let's go!

Hah, hah, hah!

- Still warm, let's go in.

- I heard someone in the bank said

those three got away with over $40,000.

- Poor ol' Bill, they shot
him right through the middle.

- You wouldn't catch me going
for my gun the way he did.

They can have the money.

- Slim says he thinks he hit one

of them as they rode out of town.

- One of them's got a hole in him.

That'll slow him down.

Come on.

- They'll be traveling slow,

one of them's wounded.

Come on.

- Sheriff!

- The others, where are they?

- It's no good, Sheriff.

- You and Charlie get him to Doc Turner.

The rest of you come with me.

- Any luck, Sheriff?

- They headed South of the payroll.

We lost them in the dark.

- He's one of them all right.

- Well what do you have to
say for yourself, mister?

- Not much I can say.

- So you plain face admitting you

rode with them that held up the bank?

- Wouldn't do me any good to deny it.

- What about the others?

- What about them?

- They rode off and left you didn't they?

- Did they?

- Man did me that way,
I'd get even if I could.

- I plan to.

- What names they go by?

. Who?

- Now you look here at me, mister.

Only thing keeping you from a hang rope

is that bank teller
being too onery to die.

That don't mean we can't turn that key

and keep you jailed up here
'till freezes.

- Look young man, those others,

they got off with $40,000.

So having you means very little to us.

The important thing is the money.

- Meaning?

- Meaning that folks about here

had almost all they owned in that bank.

Just naturally they take kindly

to you if you was to tell us who

the others were and where to find them.

- I can't do that.

- You mean you won't.

- I mean I can't.

I don't even know where they are.

- You asking me to believe that you

outlawed with those gents?

- I'm not asking you to believe anything.

- But you could give the Sheriff

here their names, their description.

- I did that, he might catch up to 'em.

Before I did.

- Mister, you ain't
leaving us much choice.

Facing a robbery charge
alone, gonna go hard on you.

- Not as hard as it's gonna go on them.

- I see him.

Hello, Rem.

- Hello, Billy.

- Ain't seen you around much lately.

- I ain't been around.

- That could be a reason.

Coffee?

- Yeah.

A lot of lonely country out here.

- Peaceful though.

Makes a man quiet inside.

- You still killing, Billy?

- I'm alive.

- Yeah.

- Much as you.

I dug a grave for a man back in

Palace City a year or so ago.

Folks there were saying words about

a holdup and how the other rolled

away rich and let you in jail.

That a fact?

- Something like that.

- You found him yet?

- Who?

- Matt Rankin?

- You make good coffee, Billy.

- You know that's the trouble with

this territory, it's too big.

Man goes looking to find somebody.

Can take him near forever.

- Yeah.

Thanks for the coffee.

- Rem, you tried Gunther Wells?

- Sun ain't half high,
already we got us a scorcher.

-Yup.

- It's just too blame hot in this country.

Getting hotter all the time.

- Sure seems that way don't it.

- One of these days, so help me Lee,

I'm gonna ride North.

Up towards Montana and that way.

They say a man can freeze out there.

- That sure would be nice.

- Yeah, well least way
the heat keeps the peace.

Too blame hot for people
to go breaking laws.

See you at the office, Lee.

- Sheriff.

Look.

- Know him?

- Never saw him before.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Town seems deserted.

- Everybody's in the shade.

That sun pours down on a man.

- Yeah, hadn't noticed.

I'm Sheriff Morton.

This is my Deputy Lee.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

- You got a name?

- Anderson.

Remington Anderson.

- Heard of you.

- Where's your hotel?

- Down the street on the right,

just past the saloon.

- Well be seeing you.

- That's more like it.

Yeah, it's getting hotter all the time.

- I thought I told you to knock.

- Rem's in town.

- What?

- I said Rem's in town.

- You're crazy.

- I tell you I saw him.

What are we gonna do?

- That's up to Rem.-

- We can't just sit here!

- You got any better ideas?

- Maybe.

Maybe if you went to him.

- Sure, sure, I'll go to him.

Walk up, slap him on the back,

and say remember me, I'm the one who

left you behind, the one
you went to jail for?

- What about the girl?

- What about the girl?

- Leaving Rem behind, that was bad enough.

When he finds out that
Jan and you have been--

- Been what, Farley?

- Look, he has a bitter quarrel with me,

but I'm not about to get myself

dead for somebody else's woman.

I'm pulling out.

You oughta do the same.

- I wonder how far he'll get.

- What was that all about?

- Rem's in town.

You haven't forgotten him have you?

- I tried.

You're a witness to that.

- Yeah, I guess I am.

- Not now, Matt.

- Jan.

You got any ideas about going

back to him, forget them.

There's probably only one person

in the world he hates more than me.

You.

- Hello Farley.

- Look Rem--

- Shut up!

Where's Rankin?

Where's Rankin?!

- In the saloon.

Jan, Jan's with him.

- Why don't you get
back there and you tell

them they're not gonna have a chance

to run out on me this time.

- Sure.

Sure, I'll tell him.

- What was that all about?

- He was riding my horse.

- Just a minute, young fella.

This town may not look like much

to you, but we got laws
and I enforce them.

- You gonna arrest me, Sheriff?

- I figured on it.

- What for?

- I've seen that Farley fella

riding this horse for near a year.

- Well I got a bill of
sale on this animal.

Description, markings, brand.

It's even got my initials on the saddle.

- You saying Farley stole your horse?

- I'm saying he was riding him.

- Meaning you don't intend to

charge him with horse taking.

- That's right.

You need me, I'll be at the hotel.

- What do you make of him, Sheriff?

- I ain't at all sure.

- Well I guess we better go to

the saloon, find out if that Farley's

got a bill of sale for that animal.

- No need.

- No need?

- Nope.

- Maybe that Anderson fellow was lying.

- Maybe.

- Still wouldn't do no harm to check.

- Look, I figure if Farley had a bill

he would've come storming into my

office demanding I do something about it.

Anderson beat him clear up.

- Say, that's right.

I never thought of that.

Sure a mighty funny way to let

a fella know he's riding your horse.

- Tell you what, Lee.

You keep an eye on the saloon and

that young fella in the hotel.

I'll be in the office.

Let me know if you see
anything out of the ordinary.

- Sure thing, Sheriff.

- Sure gonna be a scorcher.

- Are you sure that's all he said?

- Well ain't that enough?

You ask me, come dark we
gotta pull out of here.

A day will put us in some--

- No!

- Well why can't--

- Shut up.

Yeah?

- He still hasn't come out of the hotel.

- He will.

- Look Rankin, I don't know
about you, but I wanna--

- Jake.

- Yes sir?

- Can you find Billy Deal?

- Guess so.

- Why don't you just shoot him

in the back and get it over with?

- What am I supposed to do, run?

- You did once.

- Well, Mr. Rankin?

- Find him.

- Sheriff.

That woman, that Miss
Janice from the saloon?

She just went into the hotel.

- She did, eh?

- You told me to let you know if

anything out of the ordinary happened.

- That's right I did, thanks Lee.

- Say, you don't suppose she knows

that Anderson fella, do you?

- She probably does.

- Well maybe I better get back

and keep my eyes opened.

- That's a good idea.

- I'll be out in front of the hotel

if you need me, Sheriff.

- Right.

- I had to see you, Rem.

- Get out.

- Rem, I can explain.

- Explain?

You mean there's a reason to run off

and leave a half dead man to a posse?

There's a reason for that?

- I didn't wanna leave you.

- But you did didn't you?

Why?

- I...

I've asked myself that a thousand times.

- Couldn't have been the money, could it?

- You can't believe that.

- Can't I?

I should've left you where I found you.

- In a saloon?

Is that what you mean?

- Not look..

- No!

No, you look.

I'm every dirty thing you
think I am only worse.

All right, so I ran out on you.

You think you're the first man

I've played for a sucker?

I've rolled drunks in every cheap

saloon in this territory.

I've cheated and lied my way

ever since I can remember.

There's not one sin I
haven't done at least once.

But I loved you.

You're the only clean thing
that ever happened to me.

You wanted to settle
down, live respectable.

You wanted to own your own ranch.

Then you had to ruin it by throwing

in with Rankin and his kind.

You wanted to own your
own ranch all right.

But you wanted to steal
the money to buy it.

You're no better than the rest of us.

I'm sorry I came up here.

- Why did you come then?

- Why?

Because Rankin sent for Billy Deal.

He's gonna blow your head off, Rem.

And you don't have to believe that either.

- Sheriff?

- Slow down, Lee.

- Billy Deal's in town.

- Billy?

- Just rode in, big as life.

Bigger.

- I wonder what brings him to town.

- He tied up and went into the saloon.

You suppose that Farley sent for him?

'Cause he's sore about that Anderson

fella doing him like he did?

- Well it's a thought.

- Farley's the kind of man who

wouldn't fight his own fight.

- Yeah, Farley's also the kind of

man who wouldn't have enough money

to hire Billy to gun a man.

How old is that boy of yours, Lee?

. Huh?

Oh, he's six.

Say you don't think Billy might be--

- Six, huh?

Nice to be six.

- Six?

I guess so, six.

- Nice day today.

Why don't you take him fishing?

- Fishing?

- Yeah.

There's a great big bass that

just lazes around under that

bridge at Higgin's Crossing

Just about the biggest bass I

ever seen in these parts.

- Oh now Sheriff, look.

- You be back before it's dark.

- Every doggone time there's trouble

I always have to take the kid fishing.

- Son, this town's gonna be here

a long time after I'm gone.

You can take care of it then.

You understand?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- You be back before it's dark.

Good luck.

- You know I hate fish.

- Hello, Billy.

- Rankin.

You wanna see me?

- You heard of Rem Anderson?

- Yeah.

- He's in town.

- So?

- He's here to kill me.

- So?

- There's $5,000.

Well?

- It's a lot of money.

- I like living.

- Where is he?

- He's staying at the hotel.

- One thing, Rankin.

Rem.

You better see he's buried real good.

He's a friend of mine.

- Hiya, Billy.

- Rem Anderson.

In the hotel is he?

- He was.

He ain't now.

Went out.

- Where to?

- Didn't say, just went.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Billy.

- Much obliged.

- Thank you.

- Hello, Billy.

- Been looking to find you, Rem.

- You found me.

- Yeah.

- Unbuckle your gun belt, Billy.

Throw it down.

- Now I can't do that, Rem.

I've been paid to kill you.

- I heard.

- 5,000.

It's a lot of dollars.

- Drop your belt.

- You don't stand a chance

against me Rem, you know that.

Unless of course you
already got a gun on me.

- What makes you think I don't?

- I know about gents like you.

Always give a man a full chance.

Even a man like me.

- Don't do it.

- That your money?

- Should it be?

- Well I guess I'll have to check

the bank, see if there have been

any big withdrawals lately.

Billy made a mistake.

He drew, but he wasn't fast enough.

Well since you say this isn't yours

and Billy had no relatives, we'll try to

use it to make sure we don't

raise anymore Billy Deals in this town.

I don't like you, Rankin, I never have.

I don't like what you and
this saloon stand for.

- You going somewhere?

- Yeah.

Somewhere.

- You went to see Rem didn't you?

Didn't you?!

- You think for one
minute that I wouldn't?

- No I guess not.

Did you tell him about us?

- No.

- He still wouldn't have you.

- Do you blame him?

- Yes I blame him, he knew all

along what you were!

- What am I, Matt?

Just what am I?!

- A woman.

A full woman that's had to make her way

the best she could right
from the ground up.

And doing it, got a little dirt on her.

You're not all Sunday School and lace,

but that's not your fault.

- Isn't it?

- Look Jan--

- It's no good, Matt!

I can lie inside about a lot of things,

even leaving Rem like we did.

But us, I can't even explain it to myself.

How can I explain it to him?

- So you're gonna run.

- As far as I can.

- Then you go right ahead.

I never forced you to stay here with me.

I never will.

But let me tell you this, Jan.

If you walk through this door

you'll have to walk right back

through another just like it.

If it isn't this saloon,
it'll be another one.

If it isn't me, it'll
be another just like me.

You may get away living with the

high minded for awhile,
but you'll be back.

Think about that, Jan.

Think about it real good.

- Mr. Anderson.

Coffee?

- Yeah, don't mind.

Thanks.

- I...

Sure am sorry about this.

Us having to lock you up and all.

Here you go doing Billy Deal like

you did and us treating you like

a common outlaw.

Truth is we've been trying to get rid

of Billy Deal ever since I can remember.

Same goes for Rankin and his crowd.

I thinking,

Mr. Anderson, but some of the things

that goes on up in that saloon

make a man blush all over.

You wouldn't believe this,

but there was a time when Gunther Wells

was peaceful and quiet as Sunday

every day of the week.

Then this Rankin comes along.

Next thing you know, folks start drinking,

playing cards, fighting.

Cow hooting all over the doggone place.

Saturday nights he used to send a whole

wagon load of them gals
from Indian Springs.

It was worth a man's life to walk

by them swinging doors.

I've been after the Sheriff
to close the place up.

He claims that no law that says

a man can't run a drinking hole.

Maybe he's right.

- Where's the Sheriff now?

- Seeing to it that
Billy's put under proper.

Reverend Black will
probably read words over.

A few holies ain't gonna help Billy

too awful much though.

More coffee?

- No thanks.

Lee.

- Huh?

Oh.

- Leave it open, Lee.

I thought that preacher would

never get through talking.

Anderson.

- Yeah?

- You drew in self
defense, I can't hold you.

- Thanks.

- There are things that still

keep bothering me though.

- That so?

- You ride into town and
you find a missing horse.

Then all of a sudden Billy Deal

comes along and draws on you.

Why?

- I wouldn't know.

- Wouldn't you?

- Can I go now?

- Door's open.

Young fella.

- Yeah?

- Keeping the law in
this town is my business.

I intend to do it no matter what.

- Meaning?

- Meaning that gunning a man like

Billy Deal in self defense is one thing.

Plain killing is
altogether something else.

- I'll remember that.

- You'd better had.

I'd hate to have to hang you.

- I brought the horses, they're out back.

- Good.

- Where's Jan?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- What I said.

- You mean she's not going with us?

- That's what I mean.

- I thought you two were straightened out.

- Yeah, so did I.

- I'm going with you.

- You don't have to
run, he won't hurt you.

- I don't think anyone
could ever hurt me again.

- Coffee?

Thinking about Rem?

- Leave me alone.

- We get to Senora Lake,

you'll forget all about him again.

May take time and money, but...

- I said leave me alone!

- There's no use getting upset.

You could've stayed behind and

Rem, he might've even taken you back.

- Would he?

- What difference would it make?

You weren't cut out to be a ranch woman.

It ain't a fit life.

- This is, I suppose.

- It's all in how you look at it.

Take Farley there.

He hadn't met me, he'd probably gone

through live honest, upstanding, and poor.

By this time he'll more than likely

work himself to death for somebody

else and then have to take

up a collection to bury him.

Same goes for Rem too.

But you and me, we like nice times.

Like back there we had everything.

Money, clothes, each other.

There was awhile back there I thought

you'd forgotten all those crazy

ideas about settling down respectable.

- Yeah.

So did I.

- That's what I like about us, Jan.

We want something, we take it.

- Listen.

- Rem, look out!

- I got him, Farley!

- Rem.

Rem.

Hold me.

- Rankin do this to you?

- Rem.

Whatever you think of me.

You were the one.

The only one.

We would've been respectable.

Wouldn't we, Rem?

- Sure.

Sure, you bet we would.

- Rem!

- Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff?

- What are you doing up this early?

- They've gone, Rankin and the others.

Pulled out during the night.

- What about Anderson?

- He's gone too.

Jake the bartender says he thinks

they headed for Senora Town.

- They'll never get there.

- They've got a good head start on us.

- When that sun goes high,
it'll sure slow 'em down.

Come on.

- Hey Sheriff?

- Yeah, I know.

They swung South here, now
I know where they're headed.

- They cut off here.

- It looks like.

Well guess we better find us some shade.

- Shade?

- I'd uncinch my animal if I was you.

Give him a breather.

- Sheriff, ain't we going after them?

- In no hurry.

- Beats me.

tries to do a good job,

got your traipsing all over the

doggone countryside, up there in

that canyon and you can't get 'em out?

The next thing you wanna do is

you want me to go fishing with them.

I don't know what I'm doing.

- Sit down Lee, get out of the sun.

- Sheriff, why--

- Lee, that bass at Higgin's Crossing.

Didn't catch him did you?

- My boy doesn't like fish either.

- Come tomorrow what say

we both take a crack at him.

- Look, Sheriff, us just sitting here,

ain't they getting away?

- Nope.

You know I hunted all through

this country, know the ground.

Look, that there's a box
canyon they rode into.

It's about a mile deep and wide.

It's got walls so steeps a bird

has all he can do to get out of it.

- Meaning they'll have to come

out the same way they went in.

- One of 'em will.

- Get up!

- Wait a minute, Rem.

- Get up!

- Sheriff?

- Yeah Lee?

- You didn't mean it when you said

you were gonna do that Anderson

fellow that way did you?

- Didn't I?

- Don't seem at all right to me,

nice fellow like that.

Probably had a reason for all this.

- Probably, but there ain't no

reason for killing, Lee.

- Don't guess there is.

- I'd sure hate to have to hang that boy.

Is he dead?

- Partly.

- What am I supposed to do with him?

- That's up to you, Sheriff.

He killed my woman.

- And you brought him in.

Why?

- I kinda figured you meant what

you said about plain killing.

- You did right, Rem.

- Bye, Lee.

Take good care of him.

- I will.

He's gonna be all right.

He'll make a good citizen.

- Wish he was in our town.

- Yeah.

Yeah, so do I.