All language subtitles for Pistol for a Hundred Coffins 1968

You men call yourself Jehovah's Witnesses
and refuse to fight the enemy?

The Lord said, "Thou shalt not kill."

What about drinking, is that a big sin?

According to God's law, it's wrong.

What kind of man are you
if you don't drink?

Soldier Jim Slade,
since you refuse to bear arms

against the enemy
when our country is in a state of war,

according to Articles 142
and 143 of the military Penal Code,

you're hereby sentenced
to two and a half years of hard labor.

Sentence to begin at once.

Hurry up.

Get to move on, come on.

Show some light, you pigs.

Now, you sit.

You get on with your work.

Hey, you, Jim Slade, you're lucky.

The war is over, and you've been pardoned.

Mother.

I'm telling you the truth,
they don't need silver found here.

Nobody buys it.

That's right.

I can sell one to the grave digger.

He's the only one
who's got a use for a shovel.

You see, there's no market, sorry.

You there, stranger,
did you find something you want?

I've got everything here,
and I'm the barber and the dentist.

-I want a gun.
-A gun?

What type would you like?

Just a gun.

When you go looking for a gun,
it's best to know what you want.

There are Colts,
Smith & Wesson and Derringers.

Saying you want to buy a gun
is the same as buying an animal.

What kind, a cat, a small dog?

Any kind, mister?

When you put it that way…

Here you are, mister.

I recommend this without reservation.

A Colt, caliber 45.

It's a model that's very popular
and doesn't cost too much.

If you're fast enough,

it will fire all six bullets
in just four seconds.

Why didn't you come before?

-You know you can always count on me.
-I know.

I had to be alone, Cassidy.

My whole world collapsed,
and I needed time to think and decide.

I had to decide.

Well, don't stand there like a board.

Sit down and have a bite with me.

Listen, son, what's on your mind?

Have you decided?

Yes, I've decided.

You got to…

You got to teach me how to use it.

Don't ask me to do a thing like that, Jim.

You know our faith doesn't allow killing.

You must.

They killed both my parents.

I want my revenge.

You can't refuse.

Do you want to be like this?

Crippled for life, huh?

Please think, Jim.

If you start to kill people,
you'll get a bullet like me.

How many were there?

There were four.

Well, it looks to me
like your mind's all set

and you can't even pull a trigger.

There are four killers,
and you never handled a gun.

This bullet is enough
to put you in a wheelchair.

Just tell me their names.

Okay.

I recognized only three of them.

The Butcher brothers and…

Jeff Morna Logan, 43 years old.

Guilty of theft, rape, violence,

malicious incitement to riot,
arson, raiden, armed robbery,

and wanted by the authorities
of the State of Arizona.

In and out of prison
for every kind of petty larceny.

You are hereby sentenced for these crimes
to receive the maximum penalty.

Furthermore, in view of the fact

that you have confessed your implication
in these heinous crimes,

the decision of the court is to proceed
immediately to carry out the penalty

according to the laws of this state.

The maximum penalty is death by hanging.

I, Judge Jefferson, with the powers
invested in me by the Federal government

do now hereby declare
that this county court

has reached a just and fair verdict

and we will proceed at once
with the execution of the sentence.

Thanks for saving my life, friend.

If it weren't for you,
I'd be six feet under by now.

You came right in the nick of time,
I was about to give up all hope.

Hey, by the way, what's your handle?

I don't recall meeting you.

I don't know you.

True, but you know my father.

Perry Slade.

Remember, Tucson Arizona?

Pick it up…

and start digging.

-What are you planning to do with me?
-Bury you like a Christian.

Come on.

Come on, move, dig.

Come on.

I didn't want to do it.

All I wanted was the money.

It was the others.

There were four of you.

Yes, but I didn't kill anyone.

It was the others, the Butcher Brothers.

Who is the fourth?

A guy from Texas, his name's Corbett.

I swear to you, I didn't kill anyone.

Like hell, you didn't.

-You said Corbett?
-Yes.

Señor, you are sure
that he is the man you want?

-What's the man called?
-Butcher.

Tony Butcher.

He's a good husband to me.

Please, it's his brother.

No, I'm sorry.

No, water.

Listen to me.

Does anyone here know Fredy Butcher?

I want to talk to him.

I'm Freddy Butcher.

Something I can do for you?

I thought you should know
your brother's dead.

I killed him two hours ago.

Do you want to get killed for nothing?

My brother isn't the type
to get himself killed by the likes of you.

Who are you?

I don't think I've had the pleasure
of meeting you before.

Jim Slade is the name.

That should ring a bell.

Not the man Corbett,
but I recall the name.

Maybe if you try in another county,
you might have better luck there.

Another county?

Another 100 if it's necessary.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Howdy, what town is this?

Galveston, amigo, State of Texas.

See you around.

Welcome to Galveston, stranger.

There is a blinding sun in these parts.

Who are you burying?

No one's been buried yet.

Of course, they are still young.

My grandpappy always said,
"Always be prepared", and that's my motto.

Let's have a look at you, son.

You don't seem the type
to wind up in one of my boxes.

You look too sort of sensible, you know?

Yes, I can spot them pretty quickly by now
the ones born on a long ride.

Boy, are you going to offer
a drink to old Dan, that's me?

Spot a whiskey.

-Whiskey?
-No, water.

A glass of whiskey and a glass of water.

Easy there, Ben,
any more strangers come through

and you'll be boozed to the eyeballs.

To tell you,
it's mighty surprising to me as mayor

to see two strangers
come through in one day.

Yes, it sure is.

Mister…

My name is Douglas.

I try to spread the word of God.

I'm not a preacher,
but I do the best I can.

I hope this town will be an easy one.

I'm afraid it's too quiet.

Even the bar doesn't seem
to do much business.

Is that right, mister?

I don't drink alcohol.

My faith forbids it.

I belong to the order of…

Jehovah's Witnesses.

You stay here.

I will go outside and take a look around.

There's too much action
going on here today, and it worries me.

Howdy, strangers.

Welcome to Galveston.

You better shut your mouth
and get inside.

Go on, let's go.

Let's go.

Hands up, everybody,
this is a holdup, nobody move.

Just a moment.

-What's the meaning of this?
-Sit over there, you.

Move.

Here, you take this money for now, Slim.

Alright, where is it?

There's more cash than this in Galveston.

How much did you get?

Just a lousy $720 here.

It's chicken feed.

You keep it.

I want that $200,000 that was transferred
here from Dodge City the other day.

What did you do
with that bundle of money?

What a pestle of a tongue,
even a whiskey stings.

Am I right, hombre?

Hey, am I right or not?

I wouldn't know, I don't drink whiskey.

You don't drink whiskey?

Madre de Díos!

Do you hear that, hombres?

In this bar, they only drink water.

Hey, let me have some water.

Water is pretty good for washing,

but if you use it too often,
then it is bad for the skin.

Mister, tell me where that $200,000 is.

I told you it's not here.

It was supposed to arrive yesterday,
but the shipment was delayed.

Ask anybody in town,
they'll tell you it's the truth.

Would the bank be this empty
if the money was here, would it?

$720.

We went through all that trouble for $720.

Hey, join me to drink, amigo.

Come on, just a quick one.

Come on, amigo.

Don't make me angry.

The Lord said unto Isaac,
"Do not provoke, unless you're provoked."

That's what the Lord said.

You idiots.

We're here to hold up a bank
not to play around the saloon.

Come on.

You just stay here nice and quiet.

The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away, amen.

It's certainly the best solution.

Gentleman, it was my good fortune
to be present a few minutes ago

when you amply demonstrated
your cooperation and your patience.

More to the point,
your ability to handle a pistol.

Yes, men.

You may well be the answer to our prayers.

As the mayor of this town,
I stand ready to talk a deal with you.

I am offering $5,000.

I mean $5,000 to each of you.

If you stay here and help defend the town
against this dirty gang of killers.

That's kind of tempting, I admit,
but I'm afraid you're mistaken there.

You see,
my work isn't killing people for money.

It's more like saving their souls.

Besides, why should these bandits return?

They'll be back.

They only got away with $700.

A bank robbery for $700?

They must have been after
the Dodge City shipment.

It's an enormous sum,
and the bandits knew of it.

You see, as it was,
the bank was almost completely empty.

It's that time of year
when the farmers need cash to buy seeds

and because of this,
we had arranged a loan of $200,000

from our bank in Dodge City.

Fortunately for us, the shipment
was delayed there for two weeks.

That's what it's all about.

Those bandits will be back,
you can bet on it.

They'll shoot up this whole town.

They've got their informants, of course,

and they will not leave us alone
until they get that money.

That's for sure.

They even killed our sheriff.

Look here, son, I'm not offering peanuts.

-Would you give it some thought, please?
-No thanks.

It's not the money,
I've got other things to do.

Saddle your horse, and be quick.

Hurry up, damn you.

-Haven't we already met?
-Maybe so.

Hurry up.

Saddle that horse.

You won't get very far like that.

You won't stop me.

You played the wrong card.

Bastard,
pull the trigger, I'm done with it.

Pleasant dream, Anharris.

Any objections?

You shot one of my men this morning.

-Well, they provoked me.
-Yes.

"Your sins will follow wherever you go",
said Isaac to Jacob.

Then came darkness over the land,

and the Lord's punishment fell
on the children of Israel.

Terrible scourges and plagues
followed one upon the other.

Boils, famine, corruption, and lust,

according to the prophecies
of the wise men.

I beg you to heed the warning
in the pages of the Bible.

Cleanse your souls of sin
and find humility.

Hallelujah, brothers!

Do you have a room?

As many as you want.

Everybody's left town.

I guess we're in for a lot of trouble
in the next few days.

If you asked me, and you didn't,

I'd say it's a pretty good reason
to stay away from here, right?

On the contrary,
it's a good reason to be here.

I have a special appointment with someone.

I'll stay.

-My key, please.
-With pleasure.

Well, do you accept my offer?

Yes, all right.

Well, is the bill ready?

I can't wait to get out of this place.

Where are you going?

As far as I can go from this wretched hole
if you let go of my arm?

Well, why don't you stick around?

Why?

Everybody knows those bandits will be back
and I don't like singing to empty seats.

Well, how about singing for me, the mayor,

and the preacher over there?

How'd you like that, Mr. Douglas?

For such a public,
it's hardly worth the bother.

-Do you want me to ship your bags ahead?
-Yes, please.

No.

You can send her bags upstairs.

She isn't going anywhere.

-Okay.
-Why?

It's all got to be the same here.

Everything normal-like.

Normal for whom?

For a certain Corbett.

It's all going to look like it was,
but he won't be back.

I find chess an interesting game.

It makes me think.

-Do you always play alone?
-Nobody wants to think in this place.

Do you want to play?

Are you asking if I know how to think?

Any man who preaches the Bible
is a thinking man.

Mr. Douglas, you seem to be
one of the few men around here

who believe that a pistol
doesn't resolve every problem.

-I guess you're talking me into a game.
-Good.

They're at it again, sir.

It's that Chavel.

What is happening?

-We've got a lot of loonies here.
-Loonies.

You see, we had a madhouse
right here in Galveston

up until a week ago,
when one of them set fire to the building.

It certainly was a terrible thing.

We had to put them up temporarily
in the jailhouse.

They need help.

Yes, but the trouble is
we can't move them because of Corbett.

Please, I know the agreement
we made didn't include this,

but in a way,
you're acting as Sheriff here.

Come along now, Sonny, I'll go with you.

If we don't hurry by the time we get there
they'll have their throats slit.

Sounds awful.

Come on, let's go,
maybe I can give you a hand.

Okay.

Give me the key!

Come on, be quiet.

Now, there be good boys,
and don't quarrel.

Do you hear
or there'll be no food tomorrow?

Anyone who makes a fuss
will get tied up like Davis.

You can' keep them in a cell like that.

-They're mad, not criminals.
-They're also criminals.

Nothing else we can do about it.

The two hospital helpers
perished in the fire.

The county doctor comes
to visit when he can.

The fact is in there,
at least they can't hurt anyone.

The one who's laughing back there
is a sex maniac called Barrett.

Last year, he violated
and killed his cousin.

That one's Chavel.

He hates Jackson, who has amnesia.

The old man who's playing with the match.

His name's O'Hara, a pyromaniac.

Last year, he just set fire
to his house and burned his family.

You need a better solution
to this situation.

This is plain inhuman.

It isn't that easy, I'm afraid.

I say we go wait for Corbett.

All right?

Howdy, Sheriff?

I'm not the sheriff.

Any news of the money?

Has it arrived,

because if it hasn't arrived yet,
there's no use waiting for Corbett.

Hey gringo,
are you the one who only drinks water?

That's right.

It's because someone offered me $200
to put you out of the way.

Did you have anything to say to that?

Take him.

My, that there's a fine copse, Sonny.

Many thanks.

It's the best shooting
I've seen in many days.

That's right, my boy.

That was pretty good shooting.

Mind if I try?

It's not bad,

but the hammer is a little stiff,
and that makes it slow.

Want to try?

No, no, I don't think so.

Thank you all the same.

Listen to those madmen.

It must've been that shooting
that woke them up.

Your fellow brother
was always shooting off his mouth,

Always saying how fast with a gun he was,
so what happens?

He's killed by an idiot
who only drinks water.

We held up the stage,
not a penny anywhere.

-Are you sure?
-Sure as anything.

If there had been any gold at all around,
we'd have found it.

It'll be coming.

Don't worry, that cash has got to arrive.

The bank can't function without money.

This morning, we set our men
on a hill surrounding the town.

No one gets into Galveston
without our permission.

It is not easy to hide that much money,

and they got to pass this
way to get the Galveston.

Morning, brother.

How many teeth did you pull today?

Not one, Jim.

There are no more victims,
everyone's too broke.

Goodbye now.

-Good morning to you, Sonny.
-Good morning.

Where are you going with that new wagon?

Mighty party, isn't it?

The most stylish of all my wagons.

It's because the widow Slim
wants to give a good burial

to a good-for-nothing old drunk

who walked and fell right into the river,
the unfortunate curse.

Why not come along
and help me dig the hole?

Are you crazy?

I'm going back to bed
and give me a little more shut-eye.

Douglas, come along,
and help me with the burying.

I sure feel sorry for the poor departed.
Amen.

Rest in peace.

Then, no one wants to join me, huh?

Well, I'll see if I care, I'll go alone.

Hey, come on, Sonny,
hide yourself down inside that box.

Make it snappy, too.

We're late already.

Oh, easy, darling.

Come, darling, hold it.

All right, now the danger is all over.

Can you hear me?

You can come out now, Mayor,
that is, if you want to.

If you don't mind my saying,
it's uncomfortable being dead.

Hurry up, we have no time to lose.

Howdy.

-Move on over.
-Yes.

It's dangerous, Mr. Douglas.

It's also pitiful.

This is terrible.

We have to separate these poor bastards.

Where's Jim, get him here at once.

He went to help bury Slim.

Why don't you call the Mayor?

-Get him over here, then.
-Now you're talking.

He's the one to call, not us.

It's his problem, not ours.

He's right, it's not our business.

Hurry, man, there's not much time.

It's almost ready,
the next part is difficult.

I'll wait here, Jim.

You go try to get the deputies
we asked for from the Governor.

They ought to be able
to get here in a couple of days.

For the moment,
you're the only one to guard the cash.

Don't worry.

This one isn't dangerous.

You wouldn't hurt anyone, would you?

Look here, where you're gonna put him?

Is there someplace we can take him?

The hotel has a cell, sir.

We've often used it as a drug store.

Let's take him over there.

Playing with fire.

It's a bad business.

Hold your fire, idiots.

That poor grave digger
is going to be very busy in a few days.

Any news, Douglas?

Chavel started his old tricks again,

so I transferred Jackson
to the cellar here.

Any luck with your ride?

What do you think?

-Who the hell is that?
-I don't know.

All I know is he isn't a victim of mine.

I'd say it was the poor bank president,
Johnson.

You know what happens
when you see too much money all at once.

Heading to the saloon, Ben?

I'm not drinking tonight,
and not now, anyhow.

I might need one later
to wash down the fear.

Expecting business?

Not exactly.

Perhaps before the night's done with
we might have a dead corpse, too.

I see.

Well, good luck.

Hey, is everything okay up there?

Quiet as your cemetery?

Nice little play, huh?

I'm sure you wouldn't want to be there.

Not for a minute,
but I wouldn't mind a little sleep now.

What about Corbett,
do you think he'll show up?

Yes, I'm sure he will.

Everyone in town saw us come back here.

I've had enough, I hope tomorrow
I can get out of this miserable place.

You're cutting out early.

It's not that early,
and tomorrow, I expect to be kind of busy.

Give me a whiskey,

and quit that awful playing.

It's too hard on the nerves.

What's wrong if, once in my life,
I pay for a drink?

Go on, pour.

Hey, what's happening?

That fool would handle that?

Go get help, hurry.

The madmen have escaped, hurry!

They set fire to the jailhouse.

No!

No, let go!

No!

All right, Jed, take her in there.

I'm sorry.

I know it bothers you to kill anyone.

What the Lord has given,
only the Lord can take away.

Thanks.

Not even a score, Jim.

I might as well turn in,
the fire's under control

and O'Hara is buried in it.

-What about the others?
-It's bad.

The poor old Joe got bashed
on the head really nasty.

He killed the deputy,
and Chavel's disappeared too.

There's one thing I don't understand.

Why Corbett hasn't made
another raid on the town.

Maybe he's thinking twice about that
because you're still around, my friend.

Hurry, Corbett and his men
attacked the Jane's ranch.

They need help.

Hey, wait for me, I'll go along with you.

I'll give you a hand, wait.

No, you stay here, I'm going alone.

Help me.

For god's sake, help me!

Oh, help me.

Help me.

Get up, mister.

Come on.

What do you need, huh?

This little trick works all the time,
my gringo.

You know, Verdugo,

this is the man who killed your brother.

I am overjoyed to see you, amigo.

That was nice work you did
with those lunatics.

A brave man and quick as a snake he is.

-He's been gone long.
-Yes.

I see how fast you can go,
but make it fast.

Hold it.

You're a cool one, you are.

It was mighty brainy who used
the funeral wagon to bring in the money.

I just have show you my gratitude
for the favor you did.

Let them down, Freddy.

Put him on his horse.

Freddy will take you back to town.

Let everyone get a look at him.

A sample of what to expect
if they don't come across with the money.

As for you, you have three hours
to beat it out of Galveston.

Do you hear me?

Right?

That's the last warning I'll give you.

Leave the county
or you'll end up in Boot Hill.

Now, get out of here!

Gosh almighty, it's Jim.

Be careful.

Look what they've done to the poor kid.

Come on, take him inside.

To hell with it,
I'll never get out of this stupid place.

That damn Corbett.

Here you go, son.

A whisky and hurry.

You'll be all right.

Just don't fret, son.

-How do you feel?
-Better.

What happened to you?

Corbett gave me three hours
to get out of Galveston.

I'm sure that he's coming here
to get the money.

That's bad news, but what can we do?

Do you want my opinion, then?

Get the hell out of this damn place.

I'm staying in Galveston.

-Right here.
-Good for you.

Good, I was worried there for a minute
that you will leave me here all alone.

Mr. Mayor, is the $5,000 offer still open?

-You have my word on it.
-Good.

That makes two of us, then.

Two guns are better than one.

Wait a minute.

Count me in.

Thanks.

What about you then, Bill?

Of course, that's the only way
I'll get any customers again.

That's fine.

I'll prepare a nice cool spot
in the graveyard, especially for Corbett.

That's right.

There you are.

Good.

Corbett's.

Nice and comfy for you.

You'll be right happy here.

Stop it, you'll kill him.

Stay the hell back,
this is my business.

It's my business, too, let him go.

I said don't butt in.

Hand me that gun, come on.

You should only kill to stay alive, boy.

Preacher, you shouldn't have done that.

You'll be sorry for it.

Now, just give me back my gun.

The job doesn't interest me anymore.

I'm leaving.

Corbett!

Where are you?
Show yourself!

What's the matter,
are you scared or something?

Come on out!

Corbett!

I want to talk to you!

Corbett!

Where are you?
I want to make a deal with you.

Don't shoot.

My gun's empty.

Throw your gun down!

Give me the bottle.

You made a mess out of it, Verdugo.

Just even the score.

Now, you and the preacher
had a bit of a fight

and you want to even that score.

I must look like an idiot, huh?

I'm not here to joke around.

I had to mess up Verdugo
to make it look convincing.

Otherwise, I couldn't have had a quarrel
with the preacher.

What's your point?

They offered me $5,000
to prevent you from taking $200,000.

What's your offer if I help you
get your hands on the money?

-What do you figure?
-$100,000.

The whole town's waiting for you,
fighting and angry.

-Is it a deal?
-Mighty interesting.

I have a proposal to make to you.

You hold up the stagecoach
from San Antonio.

I want to be sure you're ready
and willing to practice what you preach.

It's the surest way I know
to compromise you in Galveston.

Ted.

Give this to him
just before the shooting begins.

If he gets any ideas,

bury him quick.

It's a real work of art.

All right,
I'll take care of your teeth tomorrow.

You just come in early in the morning,
and I'll fix you up.

Good morning.

Look who's here.

He came back.

I figured you never left here for good.

I just rode in to have a shave.

-Howdy, boy.
-Howdy.

Old man, Scott wanted me to sort drop by…

Sit down over there and keep quiet.

Stay where you are, don't move.

This is a holdup.

Stay put.

Get out of there!

Give me your valuables
and be quick about it.

You're staying with me.

Hey, Douglas,

I know you're there.

I'm listening.

The girl's here with me.

We're coming out
so don't do anything foolish.

Don't shoot, or you'll hit the girl!

We're coming out now.

Throw out your gun!

I never figured he'd join the bandits.

Bad business.

Well, I told you
he wasn't a man to be trusted.

You wouldn't listen.

He took me by surprise, that dirty rat.

Well, he made his choice.

He'll burn in hell.

Just look at this,
a $170 and two gold watches.

It's peanuts, that's all.

If we lose a man for every $100 we make,
we won't have any men left pretty soon.

Take that.

Those guys in Galveston
sure are trigger-happy.

They'll be waiting for us,
you can bet on it.

It'll be just about as easy
as falling out of a tree.

-Yes, what makes you think so?
-Well, let me show you.

Now, here's the town.

Here's the bank.

Up here's the sheriff's office.

My plan is to send in four wagonloads
of your men disguised as Mormons

to take up positions in front of the bank.

I'll ride in with three of your gang
and attack the sheriff's office.

That's where the preacher will be waiting.

We'll take him by surprise
and get them out of there.

That practically puts the town
in your pocket.

All you have to do then
is walk in and pick up your $200,000.

Good plan, we move tomorrow morning.

Well, Jim, it's tomorrow morning.

What's the plan?

They're coming in dressed as Mormons
right after I surprise you.

We'll stay out of sight
until I get to the bank,

and then explode the dynamite.

They'll be blown to bits.

Who will be watching the cash?

The mayor.

I make sure he knows what to expect.

All right, but be careful
how you shoot tomorrow.

This morning, you almost didn't miss me.

One more thing.

Leave Corbett for me.

I've got a score to settle with him.

You planned it really well, it's perfect.

The charge of dynamite
won't explode, of course.

Here's to your health, Corbett.

Don't worry about the mayor,
I'll take care of him.

Just get the money and run.

What about Jim?

This time I want him dead.

What about those four idiots
you'll have guarding with your partner?

Don't worry about that.

This gun has six bullets.

Moses led his people
to the banks of the Jordan

and the evil ones were punished
by the angel of the Lord.

The angel of the Lord is me.

Hey, what are you doing here anyway?

Stay quiet.

Leave me alone.

Well, now, I just wanted
to make sure the road was clear.

-I won't bother you anymore.
-You better not.

Don't involve me in any shooting,
all I want to do is get out of this place.

Go ahead, go, but not tomorrow,
or you'll wind up in a fine box.

This town brought me a bad luck
from the moment I came here.

You could be right.

You better leave, but not tomorrow.

Very pretty.

Tomorrow, stay in bed till noon.

You're used to that.

Mister, you're looking for trouble.

Hold it!

Come on, you aren't going to kill me,
I got a whole lot of work to do, are you?

I didn't know it was you, Ben.

You be careful.

Only Douglas and I know
you're not working with Corbett.

Everyone else thinks you're a bandit.

If they see you, they will shoot you dead.

Okay, my old friend.

-Did you do what I told you to do?
-Of course.

Here.

Good work, let's go.

Tell our friends in San Antonio
to say a prayer for us.

When you return,
you may find us dead and buried.

So long, have a pleasant journey.

Good luck.

Hello, Douglas.

Everything's set up just like you wanted.

When they get here,
we'll be ready for them.

Good, I'll take a look around.

Stay undercover and wait for me.

Not yet, stupid.

You'll ruin everything.

Just wait awhile.

Right into the trap.

-Is everything ready, Mayor?
-Yes.

We followed your suggestion
and brought the chest of money here.

Douglas!

Move in and get the money.

Ready?

Douglas, by god, you'll pay.

Go back to bed.

One single blast and we killed them all,

and the poor idiots didn't even know
the money was saved right here.

Yes, the plan worked out fine, all right.

What do we do now, Douglas?

Nothing.

You served your purpose.

Douglas…

-What are you doing?
-Getting rid of dead weight.

Corbett, you bastard.

You raided a ranch in Tucson
and murdered my family.

There were four of you who did it.

You, Jeff Logan, and the Butcher brothers.

Only you are still alive.

No, you're wrong.

There's another one alive yet.

The man who really commanded the band.

You're lying.

You're lying.

Believe me, I'm not.

What's his name?

Tell me before I kill you.

Spit it out.

Sure.

Douglas, the Bible preacher,
and he'll rot in hell.

He pulls a gun faster than me.

Hi there,
are you looking for the old man, preacher?

That was very clever of you and Jim.

When did you take the money
out of the bank?

Last night.

It sure was smart, wasn't it?

Don't play games with me, Ben.

Where did you hide it at all?

You have one minute
to tell me where it is.

I don't want to lose my temper, old man.

You have about 30 seconds.

Ten seconds.

Corbett is dead,
and now it's your turn, Douglas.

You rotten excuse for a preacher,

who murders without dirtying his hands.

You wiped out a family,

my family,

and now you wipe out your whole band
because you want the money.

Just put that gun of yours
where your mouth is.

Start praying, preacher.

May you rest in peace, Douglas.

Corbett is dead, and so is Douglas.

-Douglas?
-Yes.

He was a leader of the band.

Now I've got a lot of work to do,
all of them corpses.

Whiskey?

Yes, I can't bear the sight of water.

-You're leaving?
-You?

My work's finished,
no reason to stay.

I'm not needed anymore.

It's back to Arizona.

Goodbye, Marjorie.

Best of luck, Jim.