All language subtitles for Il prezzo del potere (1969) EN

The Price of Power

You know where William
Wheeler is, so talk.

We haven't done a thing,
not Wheeler or me!

Not yet, that's true.
But you might!

Talk!

Jack!

The girl lives with him, says
she knows where Wheeler's hiding.

She doesn't know anything.

- Where's Bill Wheeler?
- She doesn't know.

- Annie, get out of here.
- 1 don't know.

I only said it so I could see Jack.

Then take a good look at him
and pray he talks!

Throw her out.

That's a strange way to treat citizens
for a representative of the law.

- What do you want?
- Jefferson, the Sheriff.

It's pointless, I'll never tell you!

Go on, tell him.
If you don't, I will.

You'd betray your own son?

No, but I'd rather they arrested him...

because if anything
happens to the President...

Bill couldn't have a better alibi.

If you know where he's hiding
why didn't you tell my men?

They talked funny.

They don't look the sort to be
walking around with a badge.

I had to recruit volunteers
to keep order.

The President arrives
tomorrow, don't you know?

He might not make it.

What do you mean?

Someone wants to blow up the train
when it's on the bridge.

Someone?
Who?

People who want another civil war.

Those two who came to me
should know quite a lot about it.

Put them in Jack's place, you might
extract some very interesting information.

Wheeler, if what you said is true...

I assure you, you'll have done
this country a great service.

Wait.

Do they really want to kill
the President?

Yes, that's why it's better
if you and Bill are safe.

With your history
they might suspect you.

No, why drag up the past again?

Which one of you talked
to old Wheeler?

It was him.

I thought he was one of us.

He fought for the south,
against his own son.

Warn Wallace.
He'll take care of this.

I'll take Wheeler home
so he doesn't talk to anyone.

Wait for us to leave.
He might see you.

We'd better not mention this to
anyone, if you haven't already?

I haven't said a word.
Leave Jack alone.

Sure, don't worry.

Put him in a cell
and treat him well.

You keep an eye on the negro.

Damn it!

You can die for all I care
but Jefferson wants you alive!

Why not send someone else
if you're so worried?

No, I can't, dear.
I must be there in person.

I'm scared, I've heard many
strange, alarming, things.

Don't believe them, Lucrezia.
It's going to be fine, don't worry.

Mr. Arthur McDonald.

I'll prepare the suitcases.

Show him in.

- Is everything ready?
- Yes, Mr. President.

But I received another report.

According to the Secret Service the
greatest danger is right in Texas.

Your plans for reform have put
everyone in the area against us.

Starting with the State
Governor himself.

Yes, I know it's dangerous
but it doesn't matter.

That's precisely why I must
go and speak to the people.

That's important
and it's all that matters.

I want to speak to the people
who work 14 hours a day.

And I don't need any help from
the people who exploit them.

Mr. President,
I agree completely but...

I just don't think it's the right
time to go to the south.

What should I do?
Turn and run?

You could think of an excuse.
A political commitment.

No, McDonald, I can't consider myself
the President of the United States...

if I can't visit the entire
country freely.

No, the presidential train
leaves tonight as planned.

Good day, McDonald.

I'm aware of the situation but this
isn't the time to be over-cautious.

You're doing well for yourself.

- You don't need me anymore.
- Not that there was any need.

Thanks all the same.

What do you want from me, Wallace?

We were passing by.

So I thought why not pay my
old friend Wheeler a visit.

After all, we fought against
the north together.

- You should be pleased to see me.
- The war's over, and we lost.

The war isn't over.

As long as there are damned northerners
and southern traitors around.

We all belong to the same country now.

Forgive us, but we took the liberty
of pouring ourselves a drink.

There's some for you of course.

To old times and the triumph
of our beloved south.

Too late.

Four.

There were four of them.

They killed your father because he
found out about the assassination plot.

It's ridiculous, all my ideas have
been distorted, they're unrecognisable.

Don't get upset, you never read your
speeches, you always say what you want.

Improvise.

All your enemies are in Dallas.
You should avoid any delicate subjects.

But that's why I'm going there.

Mr. President, I was born
and raised in the south...

and they still think they're
the heroes of the Alamo.

They're bound to an ancient concept
of virility and they discuss with pistols!

I'm not going to Texas to discuss
my ideas, just to clarify them.

And no pistol can stop an idea.

It looks like that negro
who bust Slim's jaw.

Then let's finish this,
seeing as we're here.

Why waste the lead.

Jack!

It's the same two who told your father
about the bridge, I recognise them.

I saw them with the Sheriff.

There were four of you.
Who are the others?

Go, I can take care of myself.
You have to get to the bridge.

If they wanted to stop us...

it means Sheriff Jefferson's
part of the conspiracy!

Hurry, you've got to save the
President or your father died in vain!

I'll come back for you.

- Are we far from Dallas?
- No, I don't think so.

We'll be there in about an hour.

Biggie, hurry up!
The train arrives in seven minutes!

I'll be finished in two!

Keep your eyes open.
I have to go back to the city.

Hey, you!

What happened?

They wanted to dirty
your shirt, Colonel.

Watch what you say, kid! That's
the President of the United States.

I always know who I'm talking to.

Unlike you.
Just keep your eyes open.

- What do you mean?
- They wanted to blow up the bridge.

Let him go, I think I've seen him
before but I don't remember where.

I'll help you.

Perhaps my face reminds you of those
four years you made me serve, Colonel.

Four long years
but all's forgiven.

As you can see,
I saved your life.

But be careful.

Not everyone around here
thinks like me.

The delay is worrying.

You know how slow
the trains are around here.

A couple of hours late is quite normal.

I've heard some alarming rumours.

It's just talk, Vice President.

There are a few troublemakers
but the Sheriff's got it under control.

- Welcome, lady.
- Thank you.

Thank you, they're beautiful.

- Why was the train so late?
- There was a small incident.

- Are you the sheriff?
- Yes. Well?

The bridge was rigged
with explosives.

All those responsible must
be arrested immediately.

I'll do my best.

Mr. Pinkerton,
from the Texas Bank.

- It's great to see you here.
- The pleasure's mine.

You see the flowers the Governor's
wife gave him? Red roses!

What's so strange?

Around here it means blood.

- Who are you?
- It's Bill, let me in.

Okay, I'll be right down.

Help me, Jack's injured.

No, I don't want him here.
They're looking for him.

- He escaped from jail.
- But he didn't do anything.

He needs a doctor.
He's innocent.

Guilty or innocent,
what do I care?

He's black, first they'll hang him
then they'll see if he's guilty.

Come in, quick.

If anything happens to the President
I'll hold you personally responsible.

What's this? Our friend the Vice
President, hope of the south...

- is threatening his compatriots.
- Careful, Pinkerton.

All the gold in your bank won't
save you from the noose.

Besides the banks
there's political power.

He's the executive branch.
In other words, Texas.

You made a pact with Texas
and Texas made you vice president.

- Murder wasn't part of the deal.
- Calm down.

What happened at the bridge
was an isolated incident.

They all had stars on their chests.

The truth might be the
opposite to what it appears.

We can speak freely.
Explain yourself.

Four men chosen by me to protect
the President died on that bridge.

Killed by a man who spent four
years in jail for high treason.

He presented himself
as the President's saviour...

but first he killed anyone who could
give a different version of events.

Then why haven't you arrested him?

The President's convinced
he owes him his life.

It's true.

I made it to vice president of the
United States with your support.

At the time I only saw
mine and your interests.

But two years of close contact
with the President...

have taught me to think about
the future of our nation.

It's in the people's interests
that nothing happens.

And it's in their interests that the
whites are white and negroes, negroes!

Tell your president we want
to live our own way.

Without interference from
the government in Washington.

You can also tell him
we don't want him here...

if he's come to turn
our people against us.

Your selfishness blinds you.
There was a war for that and we lost.

And now I'm glad we lost.

Seems the climate in Washington
has contaminated you.

From now on I suggest you
come and see us more often.

We're here to talk about
facts not ideas.

If I may, I'd like to remind you
of one, Mr. Vice President.

You know we have in our hands
documents that could destroy you.

And you know they won't just
destroy your person and your career.

But any chance of trust between the
people and the Federal Government.

I take note of your blackmail.
Good evening.

We're here to clarify where we stand.

You can't leave without telling us
what you intend to do.

I intend to listen to my conscience.

Do the same as well,
if you still have one.

He's in our hands, Governor,
and he knows it.

Let's allow him the pleasure
of slamming the door.

It's a bad wound but he'll be
back on his feet soon.

Interesting.

When I work it's steady.

But as soon as I stop it shakes.

Maybe it depends on the bottle,
it's empty.

Fill it up.

I'm dry, I can go to
the saloon if you want?

The best they've got.

Don't move or you'll ruin the quilt.

Listen, what way does the
wind blow here in Dallas?

It doesn't.

This cigar doesn't light.

Try this other one.

You might even get your breath back.

If you breathe in a mouthful
you'll suffocate.

Too strong?

The cigar?
No!

It's the air that suffocates you.
The air in Dallas is poisoned.

So who poisoned it?

I'll come back tomorrow.

Your friend just needs to sleep.

Why won't you tell me, Strips?

- Are you scared as well?
- Me? I've always been scared.

Just one wrong move now is enough
to send you to the morgue.

Right.

That's just what happened
to my father.

Talk to me.
Who are you afraid of?

Everyone, Bill.

I've spent a lifetime pulling out
bullets and mending broken bones.

I never made a name for
myself because...

I disinfected myself with
too much whisky.

But I made it to my age
keeping far away from trouble.

Do the same as well.
Leave!

Why should I leave?

Because there's a bridge still
standing and no one here in Dallas...

will ever forgive you for that bridge.

Sheriff!

- What is it, Cotton?
- Bill brought his negro to me.

He's injured.

Keep him there.
I can't explain now.

You'll have instructions tomorrow.

Do you want the entire city to see you?

There's no one here! The President
passes this way and I want to see him.

He's still with the committee.
He won't be leaving for a few hours.

Come on, get back inside.

Everyone around here's scared.

No one's got the courage
to stand up to them.

We all want justice
and equal rights.

But we're waiting for someone
to serve it to us on a plate.

Anthony Ward,
from the "Houston Tribune".

Your development plan requires
a notable financial effort.

Could you tell us where you'll
find the necessary funds??

In the pockets of the rich.
Higher taxes, less priviliges.

But our representatives in congress
are committed to not raising taxes.

They'll try to keep their promises
they made to their electorate...

and I'll try to keep mine.

You've been saying that for years!

Need I remind you that only 20 percent
of the citizens in Texas voted for you.

The majority of Texans have never
been able to express what they think.

Only those who understand
its importance can vote here.

No reform will ever change
the negroe's heads...

or give intelligence to those
only capable of picking cotton.

There are those who see things
as they are and say, why?

I dream things that never
were and say, why not?

Politics isn't built on dreams.

You say give the negroes the vote.
It's a double-edged sword.

You know our plantations rely
on the negro workers.

Our livelihoods depend on them.

If the negroes are so useful
why not pay them fairly...

and treat them with
dignity and justice.

The plantations will benefit as well.

And production costs will increase.

Then try settling for a smaller profit.

You're trying to stir up
the negroes...

because you want to take them
to the factories in the north.

- That's why!
- I'm not here to stir up anyone.

I govern the United States
of America, all of them!

Of course.

The heat of the debate.

Any more questions, gentlemen?

Have you seen the
Sheriff's new helpers?

I'm risking my neck keeping you here.
Get away from there or I'll kill you!

Careful, it's loaded!

If it wasn't for this damned leg
I wouldn't be here.

I'd be out there shaking
the President's hand.

He's here, Mr. President.

Thank you, McDonald.

Can we shake hands?

I remember who you are.
You're William Wheeler.

You were charged with treason
by the military court.

Yes, Mr. President.

You asked for four years
and the court gave them to me.

There was also a negro
on trial with you.

And you were accused of
provoking the extermination...

of an entire company in the field.

We were at war, and I should have
sent you to the firing squad.

But your service record was outstanding
right up to that moment.

What happened to you?

I clearly remember you refused
to defend yourself at the trial.

Me and Jack Donovan
were on guard duty.

Our company was catching its breath
before attacking an enemy camp

The element of surprise was essential
and the entire mission depended on it.

All of a sudden, a man
appeared on top of a hill.

Stop, Jack!

But he saw us.

He'll sound the alarm.
They'll kill us all.

And who was that southerner?

My father.

It was a frightening war.

It was, and it still is.

My father was killed just two days ago.

By the same people who wanted
to blow up the bridge.

That's why I was there.

It's the only reason.

Why do you think I came to Texas?
To put a stop to all this.

So that violence will finally
give way to equality, justice.

You saved my life.

I hope you'll be glad you did one day.

Yes, but for now there's only one
thing that counts around here.

- This.
- It doesn't frighten anyone.

- What is it for?
- To silence anyone.

Even a president.

That's what they want to do, right?

That's right.

There are many others
who share my beliefs.

About that business on the bridge,
I'm already glad.

Thank you.

You've seen the show,
now come with us to the Sheriff.

He wants to talk to you.

Now.

If Jefferson needs to talk to me...

Tell him I'll be waiting here.

You get the idea?

These belong to you.

Well?
You wanted to talk to me.

This time you've gone too far.
Now I've got the proof to lock you up!

Resisting arrest.

It's the same star those men who wanted
to blow up the bridge were wearing.

And maybe the other ones who
killed my father had the same badge!

You might fool those
from Washington...

but when they leave
you'll answer to me!

Okay, but remember, they'd better
make it back to Washington.

Alive.

Because if anything happens to
the President, I'll kill you!

This goes on the front page.
Got it? Pinkerton's orders.

What does the boss want now?

"Hero or Killer?"

"An ex-con like William Wheeler proclaims
himself the President's saviour."

"In reality, the presumed hero would've
had good reasons to want him dead."

It's a rotten lie!
Don't publish it, Pat.

You know I don't have a choice.
Pinkerton owns the newspaper.

- But you're the editor.
- Only if I do what Pinkerton wants.

- That's a bad way to be a journalist.
- But it's the only way in this city.

The front page, Nick.

Okay.

I hope the day comes soon when
no one will have to live in fear.

He just came out!

- Go and warn them.
- Okay.

Up there!

Murderer!

To the doctor!

- Follow the carriage!
- Stop!

Your duty is to get to safety.

Help me, do something!

He'll be okay.

Help!

- What happened?
- They shot him.

Save him!

- Is he alive?
- Yes.

You should have taken him to the
hospital, they have better doctors.

- I'm not up to it.
- I know what you're worth, hurry!

Bring him in.

Slowly.

Let go of me.

I didn't kill him!

I didn't kill the President!
I swear, it wasn't me!

Don't touch him!

This man will have a fair trial.

Let him pass!
We're taking him to the jail.

I'm innocent, it wasn't me!

I brought doctor Hunter, he's the
head physician at the hospital.

I'll have to ask you to leave.

Ask for a priest.

You as well.

You two were responsible
for his safety.

The killer's already been arrested.

- Who is he?
- He's a negro.

Who?

Jack Donovan.

- You're covering for the real killers.
- Calm down, we're all shaken up.

Jack adored the President.

Just like all the poor folks like him.

The rifle was still in his hands
when they caught him...

and the shots came from the
house where he was hiding!

Then, to stop him turning him in,
he killed the man who putting him up.

You work fast.
It's easy to pin the blame on a negro.

I'm telling you he fired from the
window, I saw him with my own eyes.

Impossible, the bullets
that struck the President...

almost certainly came
from the walkway.

Fine, we're all free to tell our
own version at the trial.

1 did my duty.

I warned you, Jefferson.

I'll kill you.

1 will not stand for that arrogant tone
against a valiant man like Jefferson.

So you think it's all settled.

One must never challenge
the words of a valiant man.

Gentlemen, the President is dead.

Jack Donovan is innocent.

I'll find the culprits.
The real ones.

I can't find the words to express
my feelings, Mr. President.

What do you mean?

That for the past 19 minutes you're
the new president of the United States.

Not exactly, sir.

It's 19 minutes that America
doesn't have a president anymore.

That would be the worst scenario.

Fortunately, our country's constitution
states that if the president were to die...

the vice president
automatically assumes his role.

- Not until he's sworn in.
- And only a judge can do that.

He's waiting outside.

I need to speak to you in
private, come back later.

- As you wish.
- Judge Harvey, you can come in now.

Where's the Bible?

Repeat after me.

Nick!

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for proof that
confirms an idea of mine.

I think the shots that killed
the President came from here.

Have you found something?

This.

Winchester 32.

I only found one,
but two shots were fired from here.

- Are you sure?
- Certain.

I was in the middle of the street
when it happened and I saw everything.

- How many men do you think shot him?
- At least two.

One man couldn't fire that
many rounds in such short time.

Let's look for the other shell.

Look out!

- Don't shoot!
- Keep him in your sights.

Come here!

Thank you for coming, I have
something very serious to tell you.

You'll be free to use my words
however you believe best.

You're the only one I trust.

Before you say anymore,
it's my duty to inform you...

that the only president I feel
bound by any loyalty is in a coffin.

I'm in their hands.

I always have been
but it didn't matter before.

Now they think they've
achieved their goal.

To control the President of the
United States like a puppet.

What are you saying?
Who are you talking about?

Pinkerton.

Why did you swear?
You played their game.

America needs a president.

Isn't it worse being in their hands?

Listen to me, it all depends on you.

These two years with the President,
I've learnt a lot of things...

and I'm committed to pushing
forward his reforms and ideas.

To do it, certain documents in
Pinkerton's possession must be destroyed.

The scandal wouldn't just
bring me down...

but everything we've achieved at the
cost of hundreds of thousands of lives.

It's another reason why
I took the oath, to buy time.

And if you can't get those
documents back?

Congress will reconvene
in ten days...

and ammendments will be presented
which will give these blackmailers...

the keys to the country.

If those documents aren't in my
hands in ten days in Washington...

I won't have any way out.

This.

I'll have no other choice.

And it will be chaos again.

Civil War.

I'll do everything I can, Mr. President.

I know it's a great responsibility,
but I know you're the best man.

I came to say goodbye.
I'm staying in Dallas.

Why?

To look for the truth.

My god!

I hope to see you again
in Washington in ten days.

Thank you.

No matter what happens.
Thank you.

I built this place before
I gave my legs to my country.

Remember, Bill?

My sacrifice was good for something.

And yours, Slim?

What good will it do?

How long do you think you'll last?

I know you're just a pawn.

I've got nothing against you.

Who sent you?

Enough!
Jefferson sent me.

Take it out on him.

We just followed his orders.

First you killed the President,
shooting him from the walkway.

Then you wanted to kill Bill.

I want the entire city to
hear what you just said.

Now let's pay Jefferson a visit.

Don't move.
Stay where you are.

Turn around.

Drop the belt,
and don't try anything.

You?

You're with them as well?

There are things in politics
you'll never understand.

I'll explain one day.
Do as I say, drop it.

I said drop it.

You were great!

Bastard traitor!
Son of a bitch!

Dirty politician!

You were the President's friend, right?
You're a Judas!

Get up.

Tell him to keep out of this.

Where did you find this idiot?

What are you waiting for?
He's caused enough trouble.

- What happened?
- He let himself get caught.

And he told him the entire plan.
From start to finish.

Bill tortured me.
He wanted to hang me.

He arrived just in time.

Whose side are you on?

Don't ask pointless questions.

And stop thinking we're
all fools in Washington.

I'm innocent.

They're trying to make me say
that I killed the President.

It's a lie.

It wasn't me.

And I'll never say I did it.

Never!

Please, sir, try to geta
message to my friend, Bill.

I didn't shoot him.

And he can prove it.

Slim, you'd better
disappear for a while.

You'll lead the escort.

He won't make anymore mistakes.

- Where are they taking that negro?
- To Fort Worth, he'll be safer there.

Front page, with the biggest
letters you've got.

Yes, Mr. Jefferson.

Don't move!

Read it, Pat.

"Brilliant work by the Sheriff."

"The President's killer
has already been arrested.”

- "A negro by the name of..."
- Tear it up.

On the front page you're going to
announce the death of Jefferson.

Careful, Bill.
If you kill me they'll hang you.

Or you'll have me shot
from a walkway.

- Slim lied to save himself.
- But no one will save you.

Because the score I have to settle
also includes my father.

He trusted you.

- And you killed him.
- No, it was Wallace.

I didn't go inside,
only Wallace.

You can't kill me without
giving me a...

The only thing I'll give you...

is a cigar.

The pistol.

Don't try anything.

Nick, light the lamp.

You close the window.

Don't you know the game?

One single bullet and just the
flame from your cigar...

to aim at.

Nothing else.

Blow it out.

Stop!
Don't do it!

If you kill him you'll lose Jack.

Where's Jack?

On the road to Fort Worth
or straight to Hell!

I want you alive
when I come here with Jack.

I want him to watch you die!

For now, sign the confession.

Son of a bitch, traitor!

Justice is served.

Negro!

I want to know whose side you're on?

I'm with the United States.

- Explain yourself.
- Jefferson signed a confession...

- But it must disappear, give it to me.
- Why did you release Slim?

Because everyone has to believe
it was the work of a madman.

- You mean Jack Donovan?
- Yes.

Why are you trying to cover up
for the President's killers?

- To control them.
- I don't understand.

All'l know is my father's dead,
and now so's Jack.

Give me the confession.

Look, this is the second time you've asked
me for something pointing a gun at me.

I said give it to me!

You must be stupid if you think I carry
that document around with me.

Go on, shoot!

Okay, I don't want to kill you
to see if you're lying.

But if you make it necessary, I won't
hesistate for one second to shoot.

Me neither!

They killed you to save America.

Happy, Jack?

Due to present adverse conditions and
the emotional climate here in Dallas...

The accused, Jack Donovan, was moved
to a secure location for his own safety.

I've been presented with an injunction
on behalf of the Federal Court.

They ask that the State of Texas
provide sufficient motive...

to incriminate Jack Donovan
for the murder of the President.

Mr. Arthur McDonald is here to
represent the Federal Government...

in this vicious attack against the
state of Texas and its legal procedures.

Now, unless new evidence comes
to light during this debate...

1 will reject this humiliating injunction.

You may begin, Mr. McDonald.

I'd like to ask the Sheriff something.

Who are those men with
a star seated behind you?

They're men I had to recruit to keep
order during the President's visit.

You could have spared yourself
the effort given the results.

And tell me, how did you choose them?

I chose them based on their
reputation as marksmen.

Would that be the same reputation
the men in Wallace's gang enjoy?

- That's a ridiculous insinuation.
- Stick to the facts.

Did you ever doubt which direction the
shots came from that killed the President?

No, I saw the negro shoot
from the window myself.

And you didn't doubt it
even after many eye-witnesses...

declared that the shots
came from the walkway?

If, as you say, the shots
came from the walkway...

they would have hit
the President in the front...

but doctor Hunter confirmed the entry
wounds were at the back of the skull.

Yes, that's what doctor
Hunter says in his report.

But that report isn't the only one
that should have been presented.

Doctor Strips' report is missing.

Why wasn't he also asked
for a written report?

Wasn't he the first person
to examine the President?

Doctor Hunter is far more
qualified than that old drunk.

Thank you.

Doctor Strips.

You were the first to examine the
President's wounds, is that right?

Yes, the entry wounds
were in the throat.

When they brought him to me
the President was at death's door...

and no one can say they saw
wounds at the back of the skull.

Not even doctor Hunter.

Thank you, doctor Strips.
I'll call you back if necessary.

Will you call doctor
Hunter to the stand.

Doctor Hunter, did you personally
examine the President's wounds?

No.

One more question, sir.

Did you sign this sworn statement...

that the bullets entered the
back of the President's skull?

Yes or no?

Yes.

You may stand down.

Your Honour, given this
new evidence...

I ask this court to retract the
accusation against Jack Donovan.

I ask that Annie Godard
take the stand.

You made a sworn statement
in which you claim Jack Donovan...

had confided in you that he
wanted to kill our President.

Do you confirm your declaration?

Well, do you confirm
this declaration or not?

- Yes, I confirm it.
- Thank you, Ms. Godard.

That's a beautiful dress.
Did you buy it recently?

That's my business.

Business is flourishing
after Jack's arrest.

How come?

I'm still young
and I'm not exactly ugly.

- I don't think it's hard to see...
- You mean you're a hussy?

That's an offense to the
witness' honour.

Stick to the facts.

What exactly are you suggesting?

I merely wish to prove that this
witness's statement is false.

Because she's been paid.

Do you have proof?

I assure you within 24 hours I'll
have a list of everyone who paid her.

Silence!

Yes, it's Jack Donovan!

I see you respect him
more dead than alive.

Because he's on your conscience.

What's the meaning of this?

It means you can stop this charade.

That's my friend, Jack Donovan.

He loved the President.

Because he told him blacks
and whites are the same.

They accused him of killing him,
but it isn't true!

The President was killed by people
who didn't think like him.

The truth is written in here.

Stop!

That's what a traitor
to the south looks like.

He fought with the north
against his own father.

You're nobody, Wallace.

You're just a dumb killer.

You'll pay!

Disarm him and take him
to the abandoned village.

We'll continue this conversation later.

At last.

Welcome.

I wasn't expecting such
a warm welcome.

First of all, allow me
to express our admiration...

for the ability you
demonstrated this morning.

Champagne.
A luxury worthy of a great event.

But I prefer toasting the satisfactory
conclusion of our current business.

I see you'd prefer to get
straight to the point.

I'll try to make this brief.

You've proven that negro's innocence.

Sheriff Jefferson's inability
to hold such an important role.

You also revealed that Jefferson
was working with Wallace...

and that they're the real culprits.
You've done very well.

Let's forget the pointless compliments.

I'm here to listen to solid
proposals, nothing more.

Let's stop beating around the bush...

and get straight to the point.

We just want to defend the
prestige of Texas and this city.

We want this matter closed.

After all this uproar...

we'd really appreciate the silence.

I understand, but silence is golden.

And we're prepared to buy it.

Name your price
and we won't challenge it.

I have proof Jefferson and Wallace
acted on your direct orders...

and I know you possess documents which
you'll use to blackmail the president.

Lastly, I have proof...

that you assassinated the President of
the United States for this very reason.

You're Ccr az y!

I know very well you're
also in Pinkerton's hands...

but that's a problem for the
state of Texas, not the government.

- Don't you think you've gone too far?
- You know perfectly well I've haven't.

Before stepping into the lion's den...

I gave the proof to three people
in whom I have the greatest trust.

And if I'm not with them
in 24 hours...

you'll start feeling the
noose around your neck.

- We don't wany any more violence.
- Good.

You can avoid it by simply
giving me those documents...

with which you intended
to blackmail the new president.

I'll make sure Jefferson and
Wallace take the fall for everyone...

and your person remains out
of this dirty business.

The investigation will be
closed forever.

In some cases violence
really is indispensable.

- I'll give you twenty four hours.
- It's you who has twenty four hours.

Twenty four hours to deliver me
that proof or you're a dead man!

Great.

- What are you going to do?
- Look for Bill, he's very late.

Something's happened.

I'll take the carriage.

Print twice as many,
three times, even.

They'll fly out.

Be seeing you.

I've robbed banks,
attacked trains...

but you need a lot of money
to build an army!

But the day will come when I fight
in the field against the Yankees.

And when it comes the entire
south will fight with me!

Right, Jefferson?

I was expecting to find an outlaw
but you're also crazy.

Pinkerton and his men used you
to get what they want.

Now they've left you out to dry.

They'll hang you.
Without honour or glory.

You don't get it.
They work for me!

You'll find out soon enough.

They betrayed us.

Look.

"Jefferson and Wallace, the men
who really killed the President."

- Is it already on sale?
- Yes.

Then everyone's read it.

They'll round up a group
of volunteers to get us.

Everyone saddle up.

You'll see who the lunatic is when
I come back, me or Pinkerton?

You're not coming back, Wallace!

Stay here and keep Brett
and Mortimer company.

To Dallas!

For the last time, I'm offering
you wealth, enormous wealth!

There's enough gold in each one
of those safes to buy Texas!

The documents, Pinkerton.

Just the documents.
You've no other choice.

- We'll see.
- I want to have some fun.

You taught me a great game.

I'll teach you another one.
Always with one bullet.

You like it?

But he's lucky!

Look, look.

Jefferson, look who's here.

Hi, Nick, are you here
to free you friend?

Or are you looking for charity?

Why don't you try the church?

We're too kindhearted.

Go ahead and laugh.

They need jolly people
like you in Hell.

Stop!

You lost at your own game.

You know the game.

Blow it out.

He shot you!

It burns, the bullet's inside.
Help me.

Pull it tight.

- Who is it?
- It's me!

Are you crazy?
Get in!

- Not him!
- What's wrong?

What happened?
I've never seen you scared like this!

- They're terrified.
- Why?

They're killing all the witnesses.
They started with Annie, the negro.

They've taken McDonald
and I don't know if he's still alive.

And Wallace is outside
with his men.

I heard them shooting.

And Strips?
He testified as well.

Wait!
You can't do this alone.

Think for a moment!
Pat, what's happening is horrible...

but it's been going on for a long time.
Why are you so scared now?

You!

They forced me to.
Don't you understand?

They made you sheriff
to get what they want.

Unfortunately.

We need money.

- How much have you got?
- Last week's takings.

Cut those piece of paper
in the shape of banknotes.

I'll explain later.

I've got to find Strips.

Come.

Strips!

Old sponge!

Who was it?

Even if I told you
it wouldn't do any good.

I'll go find a doctor.

No, I know how to die.

Who was it?
Tell me!

I was careless at the trial.

Pass me my bag.

I'm the best at this kind of thing.

There, by the mirror.

Thank you...

for having faith in me
right up to the end.

- What end?
- Mine, kid.

Mine.
Trust the diagnosis of an expert.

Listen, you know the law.

I can't save you from jail
but I can spare you the noose.

Now untie me.

- I'll face Wallace.
- You're a coward, you betrayed me.

I want those documents right now!

So I won't need you anymore.

- You wouldn't know what do with them.
- Why? Do you think you're smarter?

Yes, a thousand times more.
I know the new President but you don't!

I don't give a damn about
your schemes!

If I want those documents
it's only to prove to everyone...

what the people in
Washington are really like.

So I'll start the war again!

- Where are you going?
- Pat sent me, the Sheriff.

I have to deposit the money
from Washington in the bank.

What money?

The $20,000 bounty for
the President's killer.

- Put it down and scram.
- But it's the state's money.

I said put it down.

It's real.

It's full of dynamite!

Move it, I haven't got time to waste.

Give me those documents right now
or I'll kill you like a dog!

Okay, Wallace.

You can have them.

It's a pity, we could
have risen again...

without a wild lunatic like you.

Go to Hell.

Come out!

Where are you, Wallace?

I'll kill you!
But not how you killed my father!

Show yourself!
Coward!

Go on, shoot!

Four.

Five.

Give me those documents.

I didn't risk my life
to leave them with you.

That wouldn't be right.

It's time people know the truth.

Some truths are best left unspoken.

These documents are more
useful to me than you...

and I want the same thing you do.

Our President's dead because he wanted
peace and I'll use them for peace.

- Why should I give them to you?
- I'll give you two good reasons.

First, because I've got a gun.

Second, because if you don't,
I'll kill you.

There's a train tomorrow morning.

Take my advice.

Take it.

Not yet, wait.

Go ahead and load them.

I thought about it.
You need them more than me.

Alll need is my gun.

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December 2015 - For LordRetsudo