All language subtitles for 1000 Dollar Kopfgeld (1971) EN

PRICE OF DEATH

Is it you, mother?

No, I'm sorry.

On these terms
I won't come along with you.

- Give me your guns! Sheriff's orders.
- What is this?

No discussion.
The guns will be stored.

Don't worry, we have
law and order here.

The only vicious man in town is me,
being a lawyer I have special permission.

Vicious companions passing through
are welcomed nevertheless.

I'll be at your service
with my experience.

- You want some advice, Bud?
- No, do me a fovour. Get lost!

I'm Plummer,
the only vicious man in town.

Welcome, colleagues!

This is a robbery!
Calm down, all we want is the money!

If that's so, be my guest.
Wouldn't you agree?

Sit down!

The cash box...

Calm down, Bud.
Calm down...

Did I forget something?
I hope we see each other again.

Stop!

Make room! Make room!
Make room! Step aside!

Always on time, right, Kurt?
What would I do without you.

- Anybody seen them before?
- Hey, this guy's still breathing.

- Get the doctor.
- What for? Let them die slowly!

- That's what they deserve.
- Stop it, Polly!

I have to know who's the guy
that got away.

Doctor!

- Doctor! Come on, hurry up!
- I'm here.

Calm down! What's the fuss?
Just another victim.

It's good you're here, doctor.
Please hurry up.

You're a good shot, sheriff.
The man is dead.

- But he's breathing.
- If so, he didn't realize it vet.

- He must talk! Do something.
- Give him a glass of whiskey.

- Hey, get some whiskey!
- Whiskey! Whiskey!

Doctor!

What is it?

- He's left us.
- Then don't give him whiskey.

That was obvious. That's why I was
against the opening of this saloon.

- What are you staring at, you hog?
- The same everybody is staring at.

Really? You think I didn't know
that you voted for the opening?

It was necessary, Mabel. Otherwise the
cowboys would have spread all over town.

Appleby is
a transportation hub.

Nonsense! You're just taking care
of your interests.

We looked after moral
in this town.

The saloon narrows down vicious behaviour
to strangers passing through.

Actually the town folks have
nothing to do with this incident.

What about
Chester Conway?

They were
creatures of the devil.

Those were messengers of fornication
and bad habits.

And then he preaches...

Are they worthy of
God's forgiveness?

The wrath of God
has hit them.

May sins always
be hated and hunted down!

Isaiha, 237, 4.

Stop with that litany, preacher!
Go bless the dead bodies!

What good is that for?
Their souls already belong to the devil.

Go to hell! You're the worthy preacher
of this town of hypocrites!

Move away from the house of the Lord,
fallen woman. I command you!

Of course we'll go, reverend.
Your blessing isn't doing any good.

Save it for the murderer,
when he finds his death.

- He is one of you.
- He was a good boy!

- It was all your fault!
- And your goddamn saloon!

If your tongue is lying,
bite on it.

If your hand sins,
cut it off!

- Ecclesiastes 27, 132.
- You're wrong. Chester Conway is not like us.

Even his father
renegaded him.

You can't wait to get rid of him,
to see him hang!

- What has come over you?
- It is your fault!

But go bless him, reverend,
your Chester Conway!

Please.

You finally set me free?
It's about time.

What?

You have the right to have
a confidential chat.

What the hell is a confidential chat?
Let me out!

- What do you want, you drunk?
- Boy, show some respect to your lawyer.

- What? My lawyer? Who?
- Me, Jeff Plummer.

Lawyer of the high court
in New Orleans.

New Orleans...
Why don't you go back there?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Old stories.
Don't doubt it.

I have the qualification
to give you first class legal advice.

- Who says I'll need some?
- The fact that you are accused of robbery.

And murder too.

Murder?

Robbery of
the saloon's cash box.

Murder of Maude Stevens, saloon worker
and Perry Logan, bartender.

- You're all crazy.
- There's proof.

I wasn't even around.
You're mad! You understand?

Maybe. But you are even crazier if you
think you'll get out of here without me!

You said
you have an alibi?

- Yes.
- Well that's great.

Where were you
yesterday evening?

- Why don't you answer me?
- That's none of your business, just mine!

Let's try it again.

The old methods still
work out fine these days.

That's enough for today, Yusumi.
We'll continue tomorrow.

You might become a fine blacksmith,
Conchita, but...

- I'm sorry.
- Of course you can go.

My name is Manolo, senor.
This is my wife Dolores.

Be welcomed.

- What's in there?
- 632 dollars.

Why?

Conchita, go.

Well?

I know, you want 1,000 dollars,
Mr. Silver, but this is all I have.

I'm a man of honor and
I will bring you the rest.

Manolo, you're wrong.
My gun is not for sale.

I don't use it without having
an important reason to do so.

- But there is an important reason.
- Really? Such as?

Our daughter, senor.

Our Carmen...

We found her like that when we
returned from Tijuana.

- Who did it?
- We don't know his name.

But it was him!
He was after her for a long time.

How come that you know
for sure it was "him"?

That's why.

We found this
on the bed.

He had a gun belt
with rivets like that.

Yes, seems obvious to me.

- Where is this "him" now?
- I don't know that.

He has to be searched and found,
so he can be punished!

And you think it will make
your daughter alive again?

Take your money, Manolo.
I don't want it.

- Didn't I tell you? He's a yankee just like him.
- Be quiet, don't talk like that!

Maybe he's right.
Sincere people don't take revenge.

I didn't take you for such
a sincere person.

To kill people is
quite arduous.

But to hunt them down
is definitively too much work.

And what is that?

Nothing. Give it to me.

Let's go, future blacksmith.

The defendant claims to have an alibi,
yet he can't prove it.

- A seriuos clue, if I may say so.
- I don't allow you to say so.

We have to prove nothing.
You have to prove his guilt beyond any doubt.

Silence! Silence
I said "silence"!

I'm calling Mr. Abacook Randall
to the witness stand.

- Hold the bible and repeat.
- But...

- I swear by the Almighty God...
- You can trust me.

I'm the best lawyer
for around 100 miles.

- You must be, you're the only one.
- Just a coincindence.

I would be the best anyway,
just like 1 was in New Orleans.

- Then get me out of here!
- Be quiet!

When the cashier brought me the bills
the defendant wanted us to exchange...

...because his bills had spots on them,
I thought they were bloodstains.

- I thought of the robbery the night before...
- You have nothing but your "thought"...

...to accuse
a man of honor?

- Objection, your honor!
- What for, you idiot?

- Your witness.
- They try to intimidate the witness.

Get lost!
You understand?

Silence!
Or the hall will be cleared.

Attorney Plummer, I sentence you to
a 10 dollar penalty for contempt of court.

With pleasure, Your Honor.
May I continue with the interrogation?

Nobody takes away
your rights.

- According to...
- Objection, Your Honor!

Sustained!

- You mean...
- Objection, Your Honor!

- The question has to be put differently!
- Sustained!

I change the question.

- Do you think...
- Objection, Your Honor!

- The question has to be put differently!
- Sustained!

You're incompetent
you no-good prosecutor!

Attorney Plummer, I sentence you to
10 more dollars for contempt of court.

All he does
is wasting our time!

The bandits put the money
in a leather pouch, right?

That is right.

So how came bloodstains on the dollar bills?
Answer. Take your time.

- I'm waiting.
- But...

Sustained!

Damn it, Atwell! Wait until that donkey
Steinway opened his mouth!

Attorney Plummer, I sentence you to
10 more dollars for contempt of court.

With pleasure, Your Honor.
Now that I have the word, let me point out...

...I never before saw such
a big jackass leading a trial!

Donkey my ass.
A damn evil vulture!

I also never saw such a crowd
of fools listening to him!

I'd like to know why you see
this ridiculous trial through.

Never mind, Your Honor,
I have no money left.

You'll be arrested
for verbal abuse!

Damn it!

The witness is dismissed!

I'm calling to the witness stand
Mrs... the owner of the saloon.

Me?

Yes, you.
You may come.

- No, she must not testify.
- Why?

She holds a special grudge
against the defendant.

Overruled!
The witness will be asked to testify.

- But this is an implausible witness!
- Never mind, Mr. attorney.

- I am trustworthy.
- Sit down.

Raise your right hand
and repeat.

I swear by the Almighty God
to tell the truth.

- The whole truth...
- What are you staring at, dirty slob?

The same
everybody is staring at.

- Did you see the men that got away?
- Like everybody else.

- What kind of man was it?
- He had two legs and two arms.

The witness
will pay a 20 dollar fine...

...for disregarding
the court.

- Did he look like the defendant?
- He looked like all masked men.

The witness
will pay a 30 dollar fine.

- Could it have been the defendant?
- Objection, Your Honor!

- That is...
- Overruled! Answer the question.

Don't worry, Mr. attorney.
I have enough money.

Will 500 dollars be enough
to tell the whole truth?

I want to see that worm hang
more than anybody else.

Nobody hopes more than me
to see the son of a bitch hang...

...that killed Maude
and Perry!

But nobody can identify
a masked man.

If you want to use this opportunity
to get rid of your black sheep...

...you take the responsibility for it.
Don't expect me...

...to do your dirty work
for you!

- I have a conscience.
- Your Honor, this is ridiculous.

Of course I have a conscience too.
I have to have one.

I can't depend on the reverend
to present evident proof.

Reverend,
did you hear that?

You're a great gal, Polly.

The hearing of evidence is over!

What? The hell it is over, you fooll
What about my witnesses?

The court took
enough evidence.

- What about my pleading?
- This court has no time to waste...

...to listen to any kind of nonsense.
The jury may withdraw now.

That's the biggest villainy
I ever saw in my life!

That is superfluous, Your Honor.
The jury already agreed.

And the verdict?

Guilty.

The court thanks the jury.

Defendant Conway,
the court orders you back to jail.

From there you'll be taken to the gallows
where you will hang...

...until you're dead.
May God have mercy with your soul.

- The trial is over.
- Are you all crazy?

I have nothing to do with it!
Let me go! I said, let me go!

It wasn't me! I wasn't even there!
Murderers! You cowards!

Let me go!
Let me go!

You're so naive, Jeff.
Why are you so mad?

This trial was a farce.

It surprises you? From the very start
Chester got drunk...

...he lied, he stole and he was after
young girls and wifes.

It comes in useful
to get rid of him.

Useful to whom?

- What is that?
- 2,000 dollars.

- What for?
- You're convinced that Chester is innocent?

A lawyer always believes that his
client is not guilty.

Then prove it.
That's for your expenses.

By God, help me!
I would never have believed that.

I never understood, why you came back,
after all that happened.

- Now I understand.
- You did?

- You're still in love with Chester.
- In love with that worm?

- Why then?
- Today I lied, Mr. attorney.

- You lied?
- Partly.

I should have said that
Chester is not the murderer.

- I'm sure of that.
- And why?

I know him well.
I would recognize him under a bedsheet.

- Why didn't you say that?
- Would it have changed anything?

- You're right.
- For this reason...

Forget it, doctor.
Understanding things is not your strength.

- But you understand it?
- Could be.

Chester belongs to me.

That bunch wants revenge.
But I come first.

I want to see him hang
whenever and however I want.

- I want to dance on his grave.
- Noble feelings.

And for that you're willing
to spend 2,000 dollars?

Even more if necessary.

Alright then. We have different goals
but we walk the same road.

- I'll give you a receipt.
- No, no receipt.

I have enough trouble already.
No one must know about this.

I sai id " no one"

What will I do now?

Jack of diamonds to the queen of clubs.
That's an empty row.

And then, let's see...

Clubs 10
to the jack of diamonds.

Come closer.

Take away the "2".

Oh well.
The king of spades wasn't necessary.

- And now?
- Wait a second.

What luck.
Ace of hearts.

Come here, Jeff.

We deserved some refreshments.
Don't you think?

Don't ask yourself. I want to know
what's going on behind my back.

A question of precaution.

And why are you here?

Conchita...

Come on, sit down.

- I'm on holiday, Jeff.
- You will work instead, Silver.

- I'm begging you.
- And I can't give you a "no".

That's right. When you were
in trouble in New Orleans...

Don't remember me.

I always pay my debts.

What's it all about?

Let's go, unload it.
This is the right place for the gallows.

All for you, Chester.

I'm looking forward to this
for a long time.

Damn bastard! Lousy worm!
I'll let you have it when I get out!

Yes, bravo. We'll do a great job.
You'll appreciate it.

I already cuckolded you!
When I get out ['ll break your horns!

Break his.
Break his if you can.

Any reason not to hang that
young bastard?

After all you said it will do him good
if his neck gets stretched a bit.

- Because it is not right.
- You're an idiot, Jeff.

- You're not the first telling me that.
- You want justice. What will you gain from it?

I let myself exclude from
the list of lawyers in New Orleans...

...and I end up in this
village of bastards.

- What do you mean by that?
- Just what I said.

I'm wondering that you still
didn't get it.

You want to see justice and moral
under the same hat?

That's never working out.

Moral is never righteous.

- And right is not morally.
- You can't do that.

- It's against the rules.
- Could be.

But a perfect end
to the solitaire.

We're wasting time.
Just as you wish.

I have to pay my debts.

No need for it right now.

We will safe your client, Jeff.

What good is that for?

Hand me over the cards.

- Available?
- Maybe.

Not available at all!

- Are you available?
- No.

The gun.

To the wardrobe.

Right.

The heartbreaker...

- What do you want?
- Get lost!

- Who, me?
- Bud, let them stop.

- Let them stop!
- No, you!

- Get lost!
- You get lost!

No!

- Back off!
- You back off!

Do you understand?
Stop it.

Not that way! I was first!
I'm gonna show it to you!

- Come on, get up.
- Oh well, just stop it.

- Are they always that cheerful?
- Today is a work day.

You should see them
on payday.

Take away your elbow.

- He hit him.
- He hit him on the forehead.

Watch out!

Amusing yourself, huh?
What if I start amusing myself?

Come out or I'll break up this place!
Come out and take your hands up!

You'll soon stop
playing the joker.

- Can't you see I'm not armed?
- I'll supply you with a second bellybutton.

- Should I thank you?
- Why not?

And how?

- Well, I can imagine something.
- For that we have our girls.

Who, they?

I want a real woman.

- I'm not a woman to buy.
- Who says I want to buy you?

Why not? Who could resist such
a charming declaration of love anyway?

So that's it?

You just wanted to put away
your toys?

No, not just that.
We need to talk.

Talk? You know how many men
wish they could go to bed with me?

And do you know that nobody ever
set a foot in this room?

- A pity.
- And you want to talk?

Get out, now! And never come back
to my saloon!

Just a second...

Drop dead,
Tom Stanton!

Is this the way to enter
a lady's room?

Ladies lock their rooms up
in certain situations, Polly.

- Throw over your thing, stranger!
- My name is Silver.

Silver?
I heard about you.

Okay, now throw over your thing
to me, Silver!

"Mr. Silver",
if you don't mind.

Didn't you now it's against the law
to wear a gun in the saloon?

My gun is
at the wardrobe.

And this one?

This one?
Oh yes, I use it to light up cigars.

If that's so, would you be so kind
and throw me over your cigarette lighter?

Sure thing, sheriff.

Catch.

This way, Mr. Silver.
It's my pleasure to be your host.

The pleasure is on my side.

The end of a great love.

But you forgive me, right?

Just stop it!

Let me out of here.
I have nothing to do with it!

- I wasn't even in town.
- Your hotel is quite noisy, sheriff.

- He was screaming the whole night.
- Who are you telling this?

Nice talking, wisecracker!

You'll be free and you
can joke about it.

They don't want to murder you,
like they will me.

That much you know, right?
This here is murder!

Save your breath, young man.
You'll need it in a few days.

Self-defence
is indisputable.

We could accuse you of
arbitrary arrest.

- You're passing through?
- I'll stay a few days.

- Why?
- That's none of your business!

Of course
it's my business!

- You have a bad reputation.
- Just malicious tongues.

- You killed several people.
- In self-defence.

Somehow I get provoked
from time to time.

Yes, and somehow
you get paid afterwards.

"Paid".
What an ugly word, sheriff.

I accepted 1,000 dollars as a sign
of their appreciation...

1,000 dollars?
You get paid very well.

If I had lower prices,
I'd have to work all day long.

- The world is full of pills, sheriff.
- Your cigarette lighter, Mr. Silver.

Just try not to smoke too much
while you're in town.

Wouldn't you agree, judge?

And...

- What will we do now?
- You go out of my way.

But...

- That's why...
- Right.

- We should throw him out of town.
- Let's see the sheriff.

- I got you!
- No, not really!

Just look where they play around.
Get lost!

Welcome, Mr. Silvel.

- You know me?
- I know who you ale.

My colleagues they talk. They say,
where you ale will be good business.

Speaking of business.
You want to earn this?

With pleasule.
Who do I have to buly?

Nobody.
Just give me some information.

The two men you buried,
where were they hit?

You want to buy cloths, Mr. Silvel?
Make a good plice. Only 20 dollars.

No need to complain.
I can't wait to go.

Missis.

Our luck the Chinese is economical
and hates wasting things.

I hope he allowed them to wear
underpants when he buried them.

- Oh, the two I killed?
- You didn't kill anybody, sheriff.

- Now listen, young man...
- Mr. Silver.

Before I came to this village
I killed so many bandits that...

But not those two.
Just look.

- Silver, did you hear what...?
- They were at least 150 feet away.

But they were shot in the back
at close range.

I paid 20 dollars to
find that out.

Their accomplice killed them.
Maybe you're right, Jeff.

- Thanks, Silver. You made it!
- Easy, Jeff.

- This is no proof.
- But the trial will start again.

You can't say no to me, the best
lawyer in 200 miles!

Go away you toad!

- Are you talking to me?
- Yes, you! Get lost!

- You're lucky you're a woman.
- What else?

- I don't talk to whores!
- Right, whores you only marry.

- It's your luck that I'm a lady.
- How nice, you also came...

...to see the show?

You probably stand in the
first row to see me hang.

Are you happy now,
you tramp?

No.

- I don't want you to be hanged.
- Funny.

- I would have bet that you hate me.
- You would have won that bet.

I hate you beyond believe.

You let my parents die
in desperation.

Thanks to you I had to leave my home
and am what I am now.

- You remember?
- But you came back.

Sure.

- Because of me?
- Mainly because of you.

But it didn't work out for me.
Others will break your neck.

Not me.

You can be the hangman's assistant
and pull me down.

Too much competition.

You'd have to be a millipede
to satisfy everybody.

That only proves that Chester
also killed his accomplices.

And they won't stop
on the path of sins.

It proves that the verdict was based
on false evidence.

- Says who?
- Me, Jeff Plummer!

The best lawayer around 300 miles!
The trial has to start all over again!

That is absurd. The fact that Chester
killed his accomplices is not relevant.

A man can also be hanged
only once.

This wasn't the last word, Atwell!
I'm gonna show you!

I'll apply to the gouvernor!

I'll apply to the high court!

I'll apply to the president!

If you make it in time! The hanging
is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

I'll apply
to the almighty father!

Finally, Silver.
I was looking for you the whole day.

- Where have you been?
- I slept.

- You slept? Is it clear to you...
- I had to.

Your client kept me awake
the whoe night.

- Let's go.
- Leave me alone you bastard!

If you have to put away your toys,
the restroom is in the back.

I want to talk to you.
It is important.

Let's hope for you it's important.
Otherwise I'll push you down those stairs.

Please.

Let's listen to the sheriff.

Take your hat off
when you enter a lady's room.

- Did you hear about the two dead guys?
- That their accomplice killed them?

- Plummer told it everybody.
- Does that ring a bell?

Why should it?

The loot from the saloon
was about 200 dollars.

You don't take the risk of a robbery
and kill two men...

...for a lousy 200 dollars.

Why were they killed then?

So they couldn't talk.

Interesting...

- You're here just to talk?
- First comes work, then comes pleasure.

- You can work some place else!
- Easy...

You should get it by now: that robbery
was supposed to cover up a murder.

A murder?

- Who's behind this?
- Exactly.

Who wanted to get rid of Maude?
Or Perry?

- Or you?
- Me?

They shot at you, did they?

It's obvious regarding the girl:
she screamed.

Perry had gripped a shotgun.

- And you? What did you do?
- Nothing.

Don't lie to yourself.
He'll try again and he'll succeed.

Your life's in danger.
You better believe it.

I work more for you than for
that screaming rascal in jail.

What do you know that
could harm somebody?

That's my life insurance.

Stop it!

Hey, are you crazy
shooting at my horses?

- Be careful, there's a murderer inside!
- What murderer?

- Got you, bastard!
- The murderer is in there.

- Maybe you'll get him.
- I got the Kkiller.

- Can't you see I'm not armed?
- And your thing?

You think I could have riddled him
with bullets with that caliber 22?

You talk too much!
Come here.

- What's the matter here?
- You tell him, sheriff.

- Do without it.
- Who did it?

I don't know.
He'll be over the hills by now.

Put that rifle down,
you idiot.

And don't call me "bastard",
when you talk to me.

You call me "Mr. Silver"!

Stupid fool!

Don't worry, with me
your virtues are in no danger.

What do you want?

Money? My jewelry?

- Informations.
- From me?

At night?

- What informations could I give you?
- Many.

For instance:

Did Polly threaten you
to say everything?

What connection could there be
between her and me?

This one.

Where did you get that?
From that goddamn whore?

But it was me who helped her
getting out of that swamp in Baton Rouge...

So she could become
the dame of your saloon?

It is your saloon, right?
Polly was just working for you.

It's mine.
You have to give it to me.

- No. For now I'm gonna keep it.
- What's your plan?

- Blackmail me?
- Me? No.

But I want to know whether
somebody tried before.

- Who could have?
- Polly for example.

- Is that why you let her get killed?
- Kill Polly...

Kill?

Was Polly killed?

Yes.

What the hell
is the matter with you?

Just a minute ago you
called her a "whore", and now...

- I didn't know she was dead.
- And it's affecting you that much?

She was my sister,
you fool!

- Did you hear? Polly was killed.
- I'm sorry, but...

It's all your fault.

- Mine?
- Yes!

It was your idea to open
that goddamn saloon.

Not mine. Yours.
You remember what you said?

One can't avoid shameful vice,
one can just control it.

And people of immaculate morality
should control it.

- But you speculated on it.
- Didn't you?

We donated a lot of money
to the church by the way.

But by now we're in the hands
of these strange guys.

- One moment, Silver. Wait!
- "Mr. Silver". Especially for you.

But certainly, Mr. Silver.
I know that you are a gentleman.

I'm sure you respect the memory of a poor
deceased woman and the honor of a lady.

I can asure you, we acted in regard
of moral in our town...

- ...and to defend our values...
- Put on some pants at least...

...if you really have
to deliver such a long speech.

Simple diagnosis: Acute poisoning
caused by materials containing lead.

In other words:
Shotgun ammunition.

- We knew that already.
- What did you expect from me then?

- How the hell should I know?
- Am I supposed to know it?

Once people stop breathing,
they're not in my domain anymore.

- Anybody know him?
- No.

Just like the other two. Strangers passing
through, hired for the occasion.

- By whom?
- Mr. Silver will tell us.

You want to buy boots, Mr. Silvel?
Thlee dollals.

Lift your foot.

You see?

That stirrup leaves
an imprint.

Those guys walked on foot.

You want to buy boots, Mr. Silvel?
Two dollals. Two...

One dollal?

Hey! Silver!

Silver! Listen...

Where are you going?

- Who are those two?
- Who? The hangman and his assistant.

They brought them over
from Baton Rouge.

No unfinished jobs here.
The hanging is scheduled for tomorrow.

- There's no time to waste!
- That's exactly what I'm about to do.

- What is your weight, young man?
- What business of yours is that?

Always the same! They don't understand
we're asking on their behalf.

Damn vultures!

What do you want from me?
Get lost! Away you vultures!

- Difficult guy. Means work for us.
- Although we do everything on your behalf.

I'll file the petition.
Who's for it?

- Alright. I support the petition.
- Hey, what are you doing?

- Good.
- You must be joking!

I'm gonna show it to you!

Okay, let's get him and
throw him in the water!

- No! No!
- In the water!

No, not in the water! not in the water!
I'm gonna rust. Not in the water!! No! No!

- You don't wanna take a bath?
- Come on, in the water!

Let's go!

Anything else you do
besides quarreling?

Those cowards want to withdraw
the concession for my third son too!

- And where is your son?
- It was just like with the others.

Someone came
and took him away.

- Someone you know?
- No, I saw him only once.

- Would you recognize him?
- Yes.

Okay, then come along.

Are we there?

Hey oldtimer, when was
the last time you took a bath?

- The day you were married?
- Yes, why?

- Where are my sons?
- You'll know soon enough.

Come along, but with
a distance between us.

- Got ya! Throw away your gun!
- Help me! The murderer is there!

Go over there, you idiot!

Sheriff! Sheriff!
I've got him!

Kurt! From the other side!
We have to get him alive!

- Freeze, Silver! You are under arrest!
- Drop dead!

It's him, Kurt!

Stand still! You are trapped!
Hands up and throw away that gun!

What the hell are you doing here?
Pig! Peeping tom!

- Just a moment.
- I'm gonna show it to you!

Is this the way to enter
a lady's room?

No...

I beg your pardon, Miss Janet,
but this is an emergency.

I'll give you an emergency!

- Give that back to me!
- Here.

- Not that! The diary. No!
- Interesting, they pay very well here.

There's even a 25 dollar bonus.
But this B.C. is really a beggar.

And who is this R.T.?

And what kind of specials will one
get for that 25 dollar bonus?

Pig!

Bye, bye!

- Good evening, Mr. Goodwyn.
- Good evening...

I recommend the 25 dollar bonus,
that's the speciality of the house.

Get out, you lousy bastard!

- That's him.
- Hands up, Silver!

It's really some kind
of obsession.

- What are you doing? That's a mistake.
- What do you want, drunk?

- I'm telling you, it's mistake.
- Get lost!

Such action against somebody
that can hardly walk.

And now, take me in.
I appoint you to be my lawyer, Plummer.

The sheriff!
Where is the sheriff?

- Get me out of here, you murderers!
- It is the right of every citizen...

...to be a fool, Kurt.
But you overshadow everybody.

- Nice speech. I'll preload you as a witness.
- Move on, will ya?

- If we proceed against the county.
- I'm sure you didn't sleep well again.

Take it easy. I had to live
with him for four days now.

- Whatever, tomorrow it's over.
- Did you hear, Silver?

I won't forget it, with you and
all the stuff I heard about tonight.

Then do the best you can.

I will. But is it my fault that
I got jailed in the middle of the night?

Maybe so. You could co-operate.
You could trust me.

- And why?
- What are you saying? Tom is a friend.

Alright then, let them bring me
some coffeee.

Kurt! One coffee.

The lead to Polly
was a dead end.

Therefore the trace
leads to Maude.

- I think she blackmailed somebody.
- I was there already, but who?

Someone in a certain position he had
to protect and who went to bed with her.

- That would fit a lot of men.
- Excactly.

By the way, sheriff,
Were you in bed with Maude?

- Why do you ask me that?
- Because you were ignoring the laws.

- Who, me? Why is that?
- Maude Stevens died without an heir.

Her belongings should have been auctioned
to the welfare of the county.

- Why didn't you do that?
- Her belongings? Like what?

All that she owned:
Her cloths, beauty culture.

- And her diary too?
- Diary?

- Which diary?
- Doesn't matter. The diary.

- I never saw one.
- Nevertheless it must be auctioned.

That's the way of the law.

Two suitcases, a coat,
three used dresses.

Two pair of shoes.

One corsage.

Another corsage.

A robe.

Four pair of wool socks
and two pair of silk stockings.

Two underpants
with fringes.

Not bad, eh?

Two...

- What do you need those for?
- To hold those things up.

One underskirt.

And this here.

Anybody making a personal demand
for these items?

Or does anybody claim to be the heir
of the deceased Maude Stevens?

According to the law the whole package
will be auctioned to the welfare of the county.

- 50 dollars.
- Objection!

This procedure is not legal!

According to the law
this auction is not legal!

It is legal,
you old donkey!

Read the statement of Private Rights,
3rd segment, chapter 10...

...something you never did before
and when you...

Just a moment,
Mr. attorney!

I don't know about the law very well,
but I think I know what the judge means.

Is that so?

This diary is no object
that can be auctioned, right?

It is. Every item is sellable
that belonged to a dead person, understand?

Maybe for you.
Not for me.

A diary contains the secret thoughts
of a person.

Those are inviolable confessions.
This item must not be sold.

What nonsense.
There are precedents.

- In trial...
- I beg you...

I can't discuss legal issues
with you.

But I can resolve
the controversial point.

To honor the
inviolable confessions...

...I'm gonna burn the booklet
therefore I'm bidding 100 dollars.

150.

200.

300!

- 350!
- I'm bidding 400.

The reverend was right.

Because it's about preserving morality
and maintaining law and order -

...I'm willing to bid,
let's say 500 dollars.

700 dollars.

But this is ridiculous! A disgrace!
1,000 dollars, end of story!

So that's it, you dirty pig!
You were together with that whore too?

- What're you saying? I'm doing this because...
- Because you are a hypocritical pig!

Like everybody
else in here!

- 1,300 dollars.
- Gentlemen, I beg you.

No more bids?

Well my bank always acted
on behalf of our town.

Therefore I think...

...that I could...

No...

My bank cannot
be involved with this.

I say if this book ends up
in the hands of someone ruthless...

...it could become the source
for countless blackmails!

And I say the richest citizen
of Appleby has to do his duty.

This town was good to him. It made it
possible for him, to become quite wealthy.

Now is the time for him
to invest in something important.

1,500 dollars.

It's about time to spend
those 2,000 dollars.

I, Jeff Plummer, doctor of Civil Law,
bid 2,000 dollars!

- What?
- What the hell are you talking about?

Are you going crazy, Jeff?
Did you ever own 2,000 dollars?

I've got it.

Silver! Silver!

- Here.
- Why give it to me?

If you like spicy stories
to spend 2,000 dollars for it...

...to get the memoirs of a whore,
why would I take it away from you?

But...

- You learned, sheriff.
- I had to.

That diary wasn't among Maude's belongings
when I got it all together.

- Why did you add it then?
- So the county could earn 2,000 dollars.

Easy, sheriff.
It's not the right time yet.

- You know who it is?
- Could be.

May I come in?

Sure.

You should come and visit
more often, your honor.

Wouldn't hurt you to look at
these books from time to time.

You could even learn how
to lead a trial.

I didn't come to listen
to your sarcasm, Plummer.

I guess not even for those books.
You're only interested in one single volume.

It is of no interest to me.
Not personally anyway.

But some decent citizens
who do care about the public welfare...

- ...and who stand behind moral principles...
- Cut it out, your honor.

How much did you and
the others collected?

- 3,000 dollars.
- No way.

- It is not for sale.
- But it's a great deal for you!

You're making 1,000 dollars out of it.
Well, I could go up to 3.500.

I'm sorry.
That diary is mine and I'll keep it.

Think about it, Plummer!
You want me to appeal to your feelings?

To your profession? To ethics?
To the deontology of our...

I'm not giving a tinker's damn about it,
Atwell!

I said,
that diary is not for sale.

And now get out!

- It's him. He has your goddamn diary.
- Easy, sheriff!

Hurry up!

Be careful!
He's in here.

This way!

Don't shoot, sheriff!
We have to get him alive!

Oh well, alive.
I'd rather stay alive myself.

What the hell is going on here?
Which lunatic is shooting at my horses?

- Get out of my way! The murderer is in there.
- The best horses of this town are in there.

The hell with the horses!

I'm gonna get him even
if I have to set fire to that stable.

Those horses are worth 20,000 dollars.
No murderer is worth that much!

Let's see whether you have enough
courage to shoot at me.

I would shoot at my own mother.
Nobody touches those horses!

- Put that gun away!
- Well come...

You'll pay for this, Grant.

You too.

It's your village, your horses
and it's your murderer too.

Well, if you want it
that way.

- As usual they're late.
- Nobody respects our work.

The man who killed Polly,
Maude and Perry is in there.

And judge Atwell,
as well as three pitmen.

Who presented me this nice mess.
Ouch.

Polly and Maude?
They were two whores.

Perry?
A worthless fellow.

Judge Atwell will be replaced by Plummer
and no one will miss him.

The whole bunch of them
wasn't worth a dime.

But those horses cost money.
A lot of money.

Listen, my friend!
Take those horses and get away!

Nobody will hurt you!
But don't touch any other horses!

Move away!
Get lost!

I'm coming closer my friend.
Let's talk peacefully.

We're only
after the horses!

Get him! Get him!

Look!

No!

Who would have guessed?
Look, it's not possible!

- It's him?
- He's all yours, sheriff.

Let it be, you human being!
Do not touch the one anointed by God!

This woman deserved to die
and everbody else too.

Not only did she make me sin
with her devilish temptation.

Greedy as she was she was also
after the church's money!

She deserved to die,
and with death she deserved hell.

I, the anointed one,
took care of it.

What do you want from me,
you poor people?

Nothing, reverend.
What could we poor sinners want?

You won't mislead
the son of the lord.

Deutoronomium, 3, 5.

- Don't run! Stop! Come here!
- Set free my client immediately!

His innocence was proven beyond
any reasonable doubt!

Any each additional moment
he spends in jail...

...brings up more material and moral
responsibility to this county.

What good would be the guarantees
of our constitution?

- What good...
- We owe you an apolog...

Never mind. But you sure owe me
a gun belt and a pistol.

I'll take care of it,
Mr. Silver.

...that leave inextinguishable traces
in his soul.

Don't worry.

It's all there.
Even the ones with bloodstains.

You never know.

I will track down those responsible
for this outrageous judical error!

It casts a bad light
to jurisdiction in our county!

I sympathize with no one,
I'm the best lawyer around 500 miles!

At least I profited from it,
this one sings at least.

The other one was howling
like a coyote.

What about my gun?

Yes, I'm the best lawyer
in the territory.

I'll proceed against the county,
for illegal arrest...

- ...material and moral damages...
- Stop it, Jeff! Here, your precious client.

Congrats, Chester!

What are you hoping for,
you drunk?

That I'm paying you?

Go get out of my way.

- Get lost!
- Come on, get lost!

Chester!

- What do you want?
- Now, that everything is over...

...you could tell us where
you've been the night of the robbery.

That's my business.

Then I'm gonna tell you.

You were in Manolo Paredes' house,
where you killed his daughter.

An 18-year old girl, who's only mistake
was to withstand you.

Come on!

- You all stop! You too! Hands up!
- Can't you see I'm not armed?

I said "hands up"!

You won't need your gallows
for me!

Self-defence.

What did I tell you, Jeff?
We would waste our time.

THE END