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(Transcrito por TurboScribe. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) The Lone Ranger The

Lone Ranger A fiery horse with the speed

of light, a cloud of dust, and a

hearty high-o'-silver.

The Lone Ranger Any

sign of them?

No, Kimisabi.

Them hide under cover.

Maybe them not come this way.

They have to come this way, Chanu.

It's the only way to the border where

they won't be spotted and stopped.

They're somewhere in this territory.

Did you see Sheriff Whelan?

Him wait for you.

And Simpson the banker?

Sheriff him say him make banker wait too.

Then let's get back to camp and I'll

put on that disguise.

Sheriff, I can't stay here all morning.

You work by the clock in your bank,

Mr. Simpson.

But we can't work that way in the

business of upholding law.

My friends will be here.

They're being very mysterious.

That Indian might at least have given you

a hint.

Conto says what he's supposed to.

No more, no less.

Howdy.

Howdy, old-timer.

What can I do for you?

You can stir your stumps and give a

fellow the kind of protection you hate to

give him.

Look, mister.

I got 15 pokes of gold dust out

there in my borough.

I'd like to know who's going to keep

it from falling into the hands of desperatis

and road agents.

Now, hold on.

15 pokes of gold dust?

Hold back on them eyes.

They're hanging on your cheeks like grapes.

Yep, 15 pokes.

And pretty near 32 ounces to the poke.

Come here, partner.

Let him look at a couple of fellows

who know where gold is and how to

find it.

Don't leave it out there unguarded.

A gold strike.

We'll have a boom town here.

Meet the pard.

Conto.

I should have known.

Come on in.

Hello, Jim.

Thought if I could fool you, I could

fool anyone.

You sure enough fooled me if I didn't

know Conto so well.

I wish somebody would tell me what this

is all about.

This is Martin Simpson.

How do you do, Mr. Simpson?

There's a young man under those whiskers.

The man I told you about.

This is Conto, his Indian friend.

Well?

The story of the gold strike?

Fake, Mr. Simpson, just like my whiskers.

But I don't want anyone to know it's

a fake.

You'll have to give me a very good

reason.

His reasons are usually good enough.

Well, what is it?

What brings you to Sand Zone?

We're trying to smoke out a couple of

murderers who broke jail in Arrow City.

Dimple Henshaw and Soapy Farrell.

You sure don't waste any time.

Hand, they'll just come in on the stagecoach

on those two this morning.

Dimple Henshaw.

He got that crease in his chin during

a fight with me some time ago.

And those murderers are in this territory?

Yes, it's their only way to the border.

We've got to corral them before they cross

it.

Well, why bother?

Let them go, I say.

Good riddance.

No trouble, no fuss.

Just forget them.

Forget the children they've orphaned?

The widows they have made?

Justice demands that these men be made to

pay for their crimes.

They're killers who will continue to kill on

both sides of the border unless we stop

them.

Well, when you put it that way, I

agree.

I agree heartily.

They should be caught.

Yeah, we'll be on the lookout.

And so will I.

But behind the barricaded doors of my bank.

But why do you want to see me?

What have I got to do about this?

Mr. Simpson, I want you to keep your

bank open.

They have guns and horses, but they need

money badly.

They may drop in on you at any

time.

You mean, you want to use me as

bait?

You want me to stand there in my

bank and invite them in for a gunfight?

You must have a good plan.

Maybe they won't call on you, Simpson.

They may get their funds elsewhere.

I hope not, Sheriff.

That's the reason for the disguise and the

fake gold I'm going to deposit in your

bank.

Let's make it the worst kept secret in

the history of gold mining.

But I'm a peaceable man.

Henshaw and Ferrell, aren't?

By the way, Sheriff, how are you going

to help?

He's not going to help.

All he's got is that young deputy, Bud

Titus.

He spends most of his time in the

barbershop getting slicked up in daydreams.

Oh, he's still got a lot to learn,

that's all.

Like anybody, he hasn't seen this hand bill

yet.

When he does, more daydreams.

I reckon the solid truth is that Bud

doesn't keep his mind right proper on the

job.

One careless move with Henshaw and Ferrell and

the penalty may be death.

Oh, Bud's all right.

I believe in the big kid.

Even if he is my wife's favorite nephew,

we can count on him.

I hope we can.

Gentlemen, here's my plan.

Woo!

Gold!

Yes, sir.

Come on, let's do it.

Well, there.

There, you unbelievable Indian.

Didn't I tell you we'd get here safe?

A couple of days, you've got no faith.

You don't know what it means to be

my partner.

Here's the bank, sir.

See, Bud.

Son of a bitch.

In your mind, stoned people always have the

luck.

Me, never.

Don't tell me what being unlucky feels like.

Hadn't any gold, any ranch, any...

Sing it, Bud.

Listen.

You talk too much.

Everybody here.

Hey, that's right.

No use to start a stampede.

What's here is ours.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Lester.

Into the bank.

What's going on here?

You can't haul that animal into my bank.

Ha!

Haul him?

Why, he's overloaded down with gold left, mister.

Out of our way.

Wait, wait.

I'll have a look at your gold.

What?

Why, sure.

Have a little peek.

Hey, yes, sir.

Hey, that's long enough.

All right, old timer.

The burrow stays out, but if you want

to deposit your dust, bring it into the

bank.

Ha!

Deposit it?

Oh, I'll say I'll deposit it.

Ha, ha, ha.

Isn't the biggest vault you've got?

Quit that ruckus.

People might think there's a run on the

bank.

Run on the bank?

I'll say there's a run on the bank.

A running river of gold.

Ha!

Hey, yes.

Come on in, kid.

Lend a hand.

Yes, sir.

Hey, this gold is going to look pretty

in that vault.

Go ahead in, kid.

Be right back.

Ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, that's gold.

I knew it.

I knew it.

They really got him.

They sure did.

You see old man Simpson's lip curl when

he saw it?

Looked like an old honeybee buzzing around a

jam pot.

Well, keeping an eye on the gold is

his business, so it makes him happy, no?

Oh, I don't like a man who's always

got his eye on other people's money.

Now, if it were his own, that would

be different.

I don't mind him watching the money.

He watches mine.

He keeps safe.

Yours too, maybe?

Mine?

What can I say when a deputy saw

it?

Merely $50 a month.

$50 a month is good money, Senor Bond.

Why, that's 500 shaves.

500 shaves?

Well, that needs 500 acres.

Rich grassland.

A nice ranch house.

Be seated, Senor.

It will be but a few minutes.

You know, I don't give 500 shaves in

two months.

And I got three kids to support.

Trouble with you is, Tony, you're afraid of

everybody.

You ought to be more like me.

Be tough.

Take a stand about things.

You ought to raise your prices.

He ought to get a move on.

That's what he ought to do.

Please, Senores.

I only got one barbershop, one barbershare, and

one customer at a time.

Yeah, and this customer's taking up too much

of that time.

Now, wait a minute.

And if you'd shut up, maybe that barber

could shave his ugly kisser and get him

out of here.

Which one of you two mavericks said that?

Well, it wasn't me, but it could have

been.

Well, that does it.

When did you two hombres hit town?

Just this minute.

What's it to you, Deputy?

Don't listen to my partner.

He's been out in the sun too long.

Yeah, well, the jailhouse is nice and shady.

We don't want to see it.

We're just passing through town and stopped in

for a cleanup.

Yeah, well, keep on passing.

Git.

You know, that tin badge don't scare me,

man.

I think it ought to be pinned to

your nose.

Listen, you...

Shut up, stupid.

Sun really did heat you up, didn't it?

Get your friend out of here quick.

And if I find either of you two

guys in town tonight, I'll throw you in

that pokey.

Don't like this burg anyhow.

It's the only town in the southwest where

they don't know us, and you pick a

fight with a deputy.

Well, I need a shave.

You're wearing them whiskers behind a dimple.

We didn't go in there for a shave.

We went in to learn up a good

spot for a stick-up.

We can't cross that border without some cash,

and you botch things right off.

Well, no tin horn deputy's going to waste

my time with his jail right up.

Now take it easy.

We don't start any ruckus unless there's some

cash in it.

That's the only spot in town to pick

up chatter about money.

Now we got to keep out of that

deputy's sight.

I don't worry about keeping out of the

deputy's sight.

We will for the time being.

Let's get around to the back door and

go in when he leaves.

Yes, sir, senor Bud.

You are one very tough hombre.

This fellow look like killers.

Oh, they were just a couple of saddle

bums, Tony.

Maybe so, but you are tough.

Me?

I don't know how to be tough.

I guess it's because I'm such a little

fella.

Hi, Tony.

Buenos dias, senor Terry.

Buenos dias.

Why weren't you at my office at the

meeting, Bud?

You spend more fool time getting polished up.

The meeting, yeah.

Well, I didn't forget.

I've been busy here keeping my eye on

things.

You know, they couldn't have flea jumped in

this town without me seeing them from right

here in this barbershop.

Maybe.

I'd like you to see this.

A couple of outlaws on the loose.

That's what the meeting was about.

Oh, I'm sorry I missed it.

But you know, sheriff, I'm always on the

job.

Tony, tell them about them two saddle bums

that just run out of town.

Oh, two bad hombres.

They got whiskers like iron.

Break my razor, I think.

Why'd you run them out?

Like I told you, there was a couple

of range tramps.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

You look like you've swallowed an apple without

chewing it.

I was just reading about this $5,000

reward.

If I had that, I could buy me

a ranch.

Bud, those two saddle bums you ran out

of town, are you looking at their faces

right now?

Why, sheriff, what do you think I am?

Sometimes I get real curious.

What about it, Tony, were those men in

here?

You mean here, maybe?

Don't you tell them, Tony.

Either you take my word or you take

my badge.

Now, Bud.

No, I don't work for nobody who don't

take my word.

But I do take your word.

I resign anyway.

You young pup, you're fired.

Now, wait a minute, Bud.

You can't quit.

Not yet, anyway.

It's too late, Uncle.

Now, wait.

Plans have been made about those two.

I need your help.

You wouldn't be figuring on capturing them, maybe.

That's the whole idea.

Well, they're going to be captured, okay, so

don't worry.

Captured by me.

Alone.

You, alone.

Don't be silly.

You don't even know where to start looking.

Well, maybe I don't, and maybe I do.

Run along, Uncle.

You darn daydreaming young pup.

Say, Bud, maybe you're wrong.

You can throw your job away.

No job, no pay.

Well, that's the whole idea, don't you see,

Tony?

If I bring in these two outlaws while

I'm still Deputy Sheriff, this county don't pay

me any reward.

But if I'm just a private citizen, $5

,000.

And all I got to do is take

off after these two and bring them in.

See you later, Tony.

That's all he's got to do.

Bring a couple of killers.

All right, barber.

The killers.

Madre mia.

Now how about a shave?

Si, senor.

Madre mia.

All right, snap it up.

Si, senor.

And if he draws one drop of blood

out of me, blow daylight through him.

Please, senores, I've got two kids.

Let's talk a little, Tony.

Who's the richest man in town?

I don't know.

Maybe Mr. Simpson over there.

The hombre that runs that bank?

Si, senor.

They keep much cash in there?

I don't know.

I'm just a barber.

Ah, quit your kidding.

Barbers know more about what's going on than

anybody.

Hey, Dimples.

It's the sheriff.

Come on.

We're going to keep you covered from the

rear.

You even look like you've seen us and

your kids left to beg in the streets.

Tony, where'd Bud go?

Why, senor, he just left a little while

ago.

Didn't change his mind about us quitting?

He didn't say.

Just leave.

I guess he really meant it.

Good spot, huh?

Very good.

With Bud gone, you'll have to watch from

here.

That all right.

What?

What is going to happen?

Sorry to have to do this, Tony.

The township will pay for any damage.

Damage?

I guess you heard about Heap of Gold

just deposited in the bank.

Si, I know.

We got word those two desperados out of

telling Bud about her heading this way.

We don't aim to be taken by surprise.

Two, two desperados?

Don't you worry, Tony.

Maybe they'll never show up.

Who you shave?

Huh?

Fresh hair, plenty of fresh leather.

You not need shave.

Nobody here when we come in.

Si.

It is correct.

Get him up.

Turn around.

This is the talkingest town in the southwest.

By now, everyone knows there's gold in the

bank and how much.

Well, let's hope that Dimple Henshaw and Farrell

hear about it and come after it.

Trouble I had not telling the folks about

that, but making them promise to stay off

the street if shooting starts.

They did promise.

Sure.

No one likes to get plugged.

I wonder who that is with Tony.

That's Henshaw.

Hold it, Sheriff.

He's got the barber covered.

What's Conner doing about this?

The folks got their backs to him.

Why doesn't he do something?

It's just what I intend to find out.

Sheriff, you keep the back door of the

bank covered.

Soapy Farrell must be around here, too.

Nice, you redskin.

You're the pal of that masked man.

Who's shooting?

Farrell, in the barbershop.

He must have surprised Conner.

Sheriff, they've outsmarted us.

Let's get him.

Wait a minute.

If we shoot, we might hit Tony or

Conner.

We'll have to see what they do next.

I don't know who's using the pop guns,

barber, but tell your friends if any lead

comes this way, you're going to get it.

Police!

Police, everybody!

He's going to kill me!

He'll shoot!

And I've got two kids!

Big kids!

Come on.

Police!

We've got to do something.

Poor Tony.

Is there a back door to the barbershop?

Jump in, Jupiter.

I forgot.

Sure there is.

That must be the way the killers got

in there.

Cut around to the back.

Keep your eye on that door.

I'll keep them covered from here.

Brother Henshaw?

Oh, but man.

Yeah.

Who are you shooting at?

A fellow with a mask on.

He's the Indian's pal.

I got him pinned back in an alcove

down the street there.

The one that gave me this dimple?

Uh-huh.

I'm going to get him.

Forget it.

We've got to hightail out of here.

Look who's excited.

You said that masked man's out in the

street.

I'm going to get him.

Well, let him stay there.

Now that we've got the gold, it's right

before the border.

Get out of my way.

Hey, get a hold of yourself, will you,

Henshaw?

This is our only chance.

We'll swing if they catch us.

They won't swing me.

Well, not if we play it smart, they

won't.

Let's take this dust and the barber to

keep them from shooting at us and light

out.

Then we can come back when we've got

a plan.

I've got a plan.

I'm taking that masked hombre alive.

You're crazy.

Sure.

What do you want him alive for?

So I can kill him.

Slow.

Hey, here's another 10-star.

Why bring him in here?

Makes it cozier.

Why you should keep him like this?

He's a family man.

I told you to shut up.

Hey, you outside.

You in the mask.

Can you hear me?

This is Henshaw.

Dimple Henshaw.

Go ahead, Henshaw.

Keep talking.

Soapy Farrell and the sheriff just shot it

out.

They're both dead.

Just how you're going to end up, Henshaw.

Barber shop's surrounded.

Both ends of the street blocked.

Come out with your hands high.

I know.

I'm ready to give myself up.

To you.

He was sobbing.

Him trying to check.

Please, senor.

Please don't do it, senor.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Over here.

I got an idea.

Henshaw.

Throw your gun into the street and come

out.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm giving up.

So I'm saying how.

All right, how.

What do you want?

Protection.

That's why I'm not walking out.

Somebody out there might be trigger happy.

I'll toss out my gun.

You come in here and get me.

Don't ever do it.

No.

You forget I know this joker.

He'd be crazy to.

He'll do it.

Because we'll give these birds a chance.

Now, get out.

Play dead.

Come on, pal.

You got my word.

Here's my gun.

Howdy.

It's been a long time.

We'll talk after you've untied my friend.

Now, step back, Henshaw.

Get him up.

That's what I wanted to see.

Take his gun, Sylvie.

Give me that razor.

Si, senor.

I got a good use for razors.

Get over there.

I'm going to do a lot of things

to you before we leave here.

Remember how I got this dimple under my

whiskers?

Chip off a rock when you were throwing

lead my way.

I'm going to carve one on you now.

But slow.

With a razor.

Give me that gun, Sophie.

Over here.

Put that engine to sleep again, Sophie.

Sure.

With this.

Lay off, Errol.

Hey, Dimples.

This is Senor

Barth.

Where have you been?

Five thousand Samodians.

Maybe more.

How much on your head?

The sheriff's been hurt.

He needs help.

I see him.

That's my uncle.

And if he dies, I'll pull the rope

that hangs you.

You'll murder and pull cats.

You young pup.

Put up that iron and help me.

What do you mean?

I got the drop on him.

I captured all four of them without firing

a shot.

I got a reward coming to me.

Five thousand dollars.

You got plenty coming to you.

You won't call it any reward.

That's better.

Toto, you all right?

Ask him a something.

Are you all right?

Tony, help the sheriff.

Si, Senor.

What's going on here?

Was this the only way to capture them?

Hinshaw slugged my bookkeeper.

Wrecked my bank.

Who's going to pay for this?

But, Senor Simpson, it isn't my fault.

I'd do nothing.

You did a lot, Tony.

You made it possible to capture these men.

Simpson, I wouldn't worry about the damage.

Tony has five thousand dollars coming to him.

My God, no.

I don't get this.

I don't get any of it.

Don't make much difference if you don't.

Half those outlaws and lug them off to

jail.

But I went out looking for them.

Alone.

I looked all over.

I was very brave of you, bud.

Tony has a different kind of courage.

He didn't fight for any reward.

He fought to save a man who meant

nothing to him.

Five thousand dollars.

Fifty thousand shaves.

Gracias, Senores.

Gracias, Senor.

Hey, I better ask for my badge back.

I'm going to need a job.

I'll think about that.

Everybody's against me.

Fifty thousand shaves.

Senor, wait.

This Senor, this Senor with the mask, he's

gone.

I'll send somebody after him.

That's the kind of a man you need

for a deputy.

I reckon he takes on bigger jobs than

that, Simpson.

You see, he's a lone ranger.

Halt!

Get over!