All language subtitles for Naked.Gun.1956.ENGLISH

Howdy.

Just get into town?

I haven't seen you around
Topaz before.

I'm Shakey Wilson.

This is, uh, a kinda nice,
quiet little town now.

Nothin' much happening.

But you should've known
Topaz before.

That is, uh,
before the curse hit us.

You mean, you've never heard
of the Salazar curse?

Well now, that's a pretty
interesting story.

It's kinda long and I got
sort of a, uh, funny throat.

Talkin' makes it mighty dry.
Like now.

Well, thank you. I could do
with a little drop...

...right now.

The Salazar curse.

The story didn't begin here.

It started a long ways away,

down south of the border
in Mexico.

Maybe, you've heard
of Don Pablo Salazar.

A rich old man.

Raised a private army,
trying to start
his own revolution.

But he ran afoul
of the government.

The government had
hunted down the old don
and his whole family.

But they hadn't managed to
grab the family treasure, yet.

Only one of the Salazars left
was young Luis,

the old don's son.

He and an American Insurance
man named Breen Mathews

were trying to get the Salazar
treasure out of Mexico.

The government
had other ideas.

Hmm, we're kind of lucky.

There's a barn
over there, Luis.

Let's see if we can make it.

Take it easy. Easy now.

That's it.

It is the Salazar curse.

The what?

The Salazar curse.

Placed on my father's fortune
by an Indian sorcerer.

Yeah, when he stole
that fortune from
that Indian tribe?

The medicine man swore
there would be a curse
on the gold,

until it was returned
to his people.

Mmm-hmm. The curse seems
to be working.

It has destroyed
the Salazars.

Don't talk anymore.

But I must,
before I die...

I must have you promise
to deliver the Salazar fortune
to the rightful heir.

Well, it seems to me that

the rightful heirs would be
the Indians your father
stole it from.

I swore an oath
to my father,

that his fortune would not
leave the family.

But you're the last
of the Salazar.

There is a cousin
of my father,

a Teresa Morales
in San Francisco.

Teresa Morales.

Promise you will fulfill
your company's contract

and deliver
the Salazar fortune.

But, hey, I...
Promise, before...

All right, I promise.

Wouldn't it be better if we...

Luis. Luis.

So now,
Breen Mathews was stuck.

Stuck with a promise
to a dead man,

and a fortune
in gold and jewels.

But there was more in
the Salazar chest than riches.

There was an old
Indian's curse.

A few days later,
Breen crossed the border
into the States.

He was headed for Frisco
and coincidentally, Topaz.

And that's where we
come into the story.

What kind of a town
was Topaz?

Well, let's put it this way,

if there ever was a town that
didn't need another curse,

Topaz was that town.

You see, we already
had our quota.

For instance, well, uh,

like, you take our Judge Cole,
"The Hanging Judge."

He was the best thing
that ever happened
to the rope business.

He'd given Topaz more
stretched necks than
a herd of giraffes.

Any last words, son?

You call yourself a judge.

Who are you
to order me hanged?

Who do you think you are
to call me guilty?

Quite simple, son.

The way I figure it,
you're at least 50% guilty,

if you come before me.

So all I have to do
is add 1%.

Anything else, son?

Hang him.

Hyah!

Yup.

The Hanging Judge was
only one of the curses
we had to live with.

The other was the boss
of the saloon, Joe Barnum.

He was my boss too,

and the real boss of Topaz.

Funny thing, how Barnum
held onto the saloon.

He'd sold it
a half a dozen times,

on the installment plan.

Every time,
the new owner disappeared,

or the judge would hang him,

and Barnum would get
the saloon back.

Just one funny coincidence
after another.

You don't really
expect to sell

any of that
Chinese rock juice,
do you, Wilson?

You know, that stuff
you got there,
that nobody likes?

Probably not, Shakey.

But the boss man don't believe
in giving it away.

Not that, in particular.

Came from France.
Paid a lot of money for it.

I, uh,

don't suppose you'd
be interested in
some real hot news?

If I bought you a drink

every time you had a piece
of news to put out,

I'd owe Barnum all my wages
for the next year.

Besides, the hottest news
in Topaz now is that

this place is gonna have
another owner soon.

Yeah,
I heard about that.

But I also heard a little
news item with these ears
that'll top that.

Ha! I don't care.

Besides, uh,

what could you know?

Who the new owner is.

Friend, you just
made yourself
the best deal ever.

Ah.

Now bend an ear
over here.

I'm gonna tell you something

that'll make your hair
stand on its own.

Do you know that...

I'll buy you
another drink, Sheriff.

No, no.
I better not, Joe.

Well,
it's on the house.

No. No, thanks.

Better take it
while you can.

The new owner might not
be so generous.

Well, it's already cost me
a couple of drinks

to hear that you're gonna
sell out again.

I suppose with those couple
of drinks you found out

that just as soon as
I cash in, I plan to
move on further west.

Yeah, I heard that
before too, but, uh,

you always manage
to come back
to the place here

or the...
The place comes back to you.

Now, what do you mean
by that crack?

Nothing special.

But you sold out twice before
and then had to

reclaim the place again,
when the new owners

got killed, but like I said,
it's nothing, nothing special.

Something on his,
uh, on his mind.

Town council, you can bet.

Good afternoon, Judge.

Nice day, Judge Cole.

Sheriff.

What happened to the meeting
of the town council?

Well, I'm trying
to get 'em together,
Judge.

I'm doing the best I can.

The best is not good enough.

When I was Sheriff here,
I did my duty.

And you tell those infernal,
backsliding councilman

if they refuse
to do their duty,

we'll elect citizens who will.
Drink, Judge?

None of your popskull
for me, Barnum.

About time the stage
is here, isn't it?

Well, it's, um...

Quarter, quarter past, uh...
Quarter past 4:00.

It's a little late, I reckon.

Either that
or it's been held up,

while you sit here,
lapping up liquor.

Now, Judge, are you gonna
start jawing at me again

just because...
Hey, the stage is coming.

Stage is comin'.
Are you comin' out

to meet the stage, Barnum?
No, thanks, Sheriff.

Got a little work to do
in the office.
I'll see you later.

I'll see you.

You know,
you wouldn't think

one town would be big enough
to hold those two,

the way they hated each other,
in public.

But that's not the important
thing right now.

What's important is...

Remember that curse
I told you about?

The Salazar curse?

Well, it was just
pullin' into town.

You're runnin'
a little late, Billy.

What'd you do,
run into some troubles?

Nah, this country's
getting tame.

Didn't even see a rattlesnake
on the trail.

All right, folks.
Everybody out.

Be alert now, don't trip.
I'll get your bag.

So this is Topaz, huh?

Maybe we picked
the wrong town.

Where's the Wells Fargo agent?

Oh, he's over in Tombstone,
on business.

I'm taking charge
while he's gone.

Well, then you're the one
I wanna see. In private.

Hello, Uncle Jim.

Great withering spoons,
what are you doing here?

Didn't I write and tell you
you couldn't come?

Do you want your pa
to come out here
and tear this town to pieces?

My niece. My niece has got
the crazy notion

she wants to sing
in the saloon.

Now, there's nothing
you or Pa can do
about it, Uncle Jim,

my mind is made up.

Besides, I met
the owner of the saloon

and I already got the job.

Yeah, well, the only place
you're gonna sing, young lady,
is in the bathtub.

Well, in that case we better
bring the bathtub

into the saloon.

Wouldn't that
wow the customers.

That's enough, young woman.

Pete, take her over
to my office.

You need a little rest.

I'll bring her luggage
along later.

All right, Uncle Jim.

She's quite a gal,
Sheriff.

Hey, ain't you Sonny Glenn?

Mr. Glenn, Sheriff.

He's a businessman, now.

Meet my associate,
Susan Stark.

She'll be associated with me
in the Four Aces Saloon.

Okay, mister.

Maybe I can't tell you
to keep moving

but there is one thing
I can tell ya.

We don't take kindly
to knife cutting

or fancy card dealing
in Topaz.

Either one and you're
gonna find yourself
stretching a rope.

What's this about
stretchin' rope?

Uh, Judge,
this is Sonny Glenn.

You don't have to tell me,
I know him.

You know me, Judge?

Yes.

I attended your trial
in Tombstone
a couple of years back.

That was self-defense.
A jury said so.

Hmm.

All right, all right, Judge.
What do you wanna do?

Try me twice
for the same thing?

Now look, look, I don't have
any argument with you.

I bought a little business
in this burg and I'd like
to make it go.

I'll even close on Sundays
if you want me to.

Just don't
breathe down my back.

This'll never
fit inside the safe.

Hey, what's going on
here, anyway?

Oh, this is, uh,
Breen Mathews, Sheriff.

He's an insurance agent.
An insurance agent.

We're on our way
to San Francisco,

and we can't make
stage connections
until noon tomorrow.

Meantime, we'd like
a safe place to
keep this property.

Is it of any value?

Yeah, very. But I'll tell you
about it later.

Meantime, I'd like to keep it
in your jailhouse
for safekeeping.

Uh,
it's a little irregular.

We'll pay you for it.
Thanks very much.

It seems mighty strange

that the Salazars would
pull out of Mexico for keeps.

They're one of the oldest
families in the country.

Well,
old Don Pablo Salazar

had some strange ideas
after the civil war.

You know, a lot
of those rebels are doing
bad down in Texas

and headed down south.

The old don started
recruiting men into
his own private army.

Had ideas of becoming
president, I reckon.

Revolution?

Yeah, we don't get
much news out this far.

I supposed you could
call it that.

It didn't get very far.

The old don wound up
in front of a firing squad.

His son Luis Salazar
hired my company to get
the jewels out of Mexico.

He didn't last
very long either.

Now it's my job to find
the rightful heir
to the treasure.

Now all that fortune
is here in my cell.

And probably the fewer people
that know about it the better.
For all of us.

Uh, you know how
a small town is.

Even if you hadn't said
what was in that chest,

people'll, um,
use their imaginations.

Yeah,
I guess you're right.

Speaking of imaginations,
I, uh...

I wonder what
folks are gonna say

about my niece
singing in a saloon.

You.

Why did you come here?

Came over to see if we got
our signals straight.

If this town sees you
and me with each other,

they'll put
two and two together and...

Oh, Judge,
you worry too much.

Now everything is
going along just fine.

You mean the saloon,
do you?
Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid
we'll have to forget that.

Forget it?
Are you crazy?

Not at all.

But something so big
has come along.

What're you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about
over a million dollars
in gold and jewels.

What?

Locked in a chest
in the Topaz jail right now.

The Salazar treasure.

Yeah.
Say, I heard about that.

So you see?

Everything's
gonna be different.

Why are they?

You mean you'd pass up
the Salazar treasure?

Don't pass up anything.

We're gonna go through
with both of 'em.

The saloon deal
and the treasure.

Greed is a vice, my friend.

Often fatal.
Oh, listen to who's talkin'.

I'll see you later.

Hey, wait a minute.
Not that way.

Better go out
the back way, here.

I don't wanna hear
no more news, Shakey.
I can't afford it.

Besides, there ain't nothing
exciting worth knowing

now that "The Sonny Glenn"
is gonna be my boss.

I know something
more exciting than that.

You know those two fellas?
They're insurance company men.

And they brought that chest
all the way up from Mexico.

Mmm. I heard 'em tell
the sheriff and the judge.

They're takin' it up
to San Francisco.

And you know somethin'?

That chest is
full of jewels,
of the Salazar family.

Salazar family?

Say, that's that rich family
down in Mexico, ain't it?

That's right.

One of those fellows said
that the jewels in there

was worth close to
a million dollars.

Shakey.

Your big mouth
is your weakness.

Someday you're gonna
find it full of lead
instead of whiskey.

Judge, everybody has a vice.

Mine's drinking too much.

And yours is hangin' people.

I happen to like
mine better.

I never hanged a man.

The court hanged him.

I'm only an instrument
of the law.

Four thousand six hundred,
700, 800, 900, 5,000.

It's all there.
You satisfied?

Plenty satisfied.

I'll just sign
this bill of sale,

and everything
will be just fine.

Except, of course,
I get the other 5,000
in six months,

or the place reverts
back to me.

You understand that,
of course.

Yeah, yeah.
I understand.

Well, I reckon you're
in the saloon business.

Oh, the chair goes
with the place.

If you have any trouble
gettin' started,

I'll be around town
for a while

to help you out
any way I can.

Oh, thanks, Barnum,
but I don't anticipate
any trouble.

There's one other thing
maybe I should've
warned you about

before you
bought the place.

We got a hangin' judge here.
Judge Cole.

He believes in it.

He claims the noose is
a cure for any crime.

Yeah, yeah.

I know the judge,
but I reckon we'll
get along all right.

See, I play cards
clean and for keeps.
That's no problem.

No. I hear you're
pretty good with
that bowie knife.

I manage.

What's going on here?

Nothing to get
excited about,
Hartman.

Now put that baby back
in its cradle.

It was Hartman's job here
to look after my safety.

Does he go
with the place?

Oh, the way Sonny
handles a knife,

he doesn't
need a bodyguard.

Now me, I'm not
good with a knife
or with a gun either.

So I had to hire somebody
to take care of me.

There's something
I wanna tell you about him.

I wanna tell it
to you privately.

Oh, go ahead, go ahead.
Use the office.

We haven't even
taken our time
to wash up, anyway.

Oh, that's very considerate.

I'll have all of my gear
out of here by morning.

Well, with Miss Stark
to draw 'em in
with her singin',

you ought to do pretty good.

I'm complimented.

That was a kind of
a stupid stunt to pull.

I didn't know
they were in here.

Besides, there's something
you ought to know.

You could've knocked.

What is it?

That guy, Shakey.

He's out there in the bar,
and he's shooting off
a big storm.

He told me a big chest
full of jewels came in
on the stage.

And that it was too big
to be put a safe,

so they put it
right in the jail cell.

And I saw them
carry it into it.

Oh, that drunk will say
anything to get people
to buy him a free drink.

Shakey may not have
a clear head, you know,

but you've never known him
to say something
that wasn't sure news.

You know what
he's talking about?

He says
it's the Salazar fortune.

Salazar?
Salazar.

Maybe you better
tell me more.

All right.

The guy was drunk,
you know, but I knew...

So, your Uncle Jim's
giving you a tough time, huh?

Oh, he'll get over it.

Oh, I don't know
so much about that.

Not without a tough fight.

Confidentially, he was here
trying to talk Sonny
into firing you.

Oh, he won't do that,
will he?

Don't worry.

Nobody, but nobody
tells Sonny how to
run his business.

You just keep mingling
with the customers.

Try to keep them happy
and in a spending mood.

Oh, but I'm a singer,
that's why I got this job.

I wanted to get
some experience in front
of an audience.

Later, dearie.

I'll take two.

I'm trying to discourage
our little songbird.

Me, too.

Good. I don't want any trouble
with the sheriff.

You're runnin' in
mighty fine luck
tonight, Sonny.

More important,
laying in good cards.

That's a dead man's hand.

What's dead
about a winning hand?

Hey, Weber,
that should make you
perk up real pretty.

You being the undertaker,
might mean a little more
business coming your way.

Ah, it beats me, buddy.
Your luck is unnatural.

Go on, deal, Hartman.

What'll it be,
Mr. Mathews?

Oh, nothing very much.
Beer, I guess.

How'd you know my name?

It cost me a drink
for somebody to
signal you out.

Reckon everybody in town
knows who you are by now.

You brought in
the Salazar chest,
didn't you?

Ah, so that's it.

Well...

I thought you were gonna
bed down for the night.

Well, I guess, I...
I wasn't sleepy.

Why not?

Well, I don't know
for sure.

It's probably your
responsibilities that
make you feel that way.

Oh, it isn't that.
It's just...

Well, I covered
a lot of ground
since I left Mexico,

and, well, it never
bothered me very much.

And now that I'm here
where I should feel safe, I...

Somehow, I don't.

Well, I shouldn't bother you
with my problems.

Join me in a drink.
All right.

Bet 50, gentlemen.

Not me with these.

I'm out.

I'll see your 50, Sonny.

And I'll jewel you
another 100, Sonny.

I'll up that 200.

You got three queens,
I got four deuces.

I had the best hand here,

you lousy,
dirty sidewinder.

You had your chance
to back 'em up, friend.

You knew you had me
in a corner and you were
sluggin' away.

Why don't you
make your move, mister?

Forget it, Sonny.
He's just a poor loser.

Poor loser. Poor loser,
you lousy, cheap barfly.

Hold it, mister.

There's a big hole
in this barrel,

but the hole in you
will be bigger.

Thanks, Susan.

Maybe your uncle is right.
This is no place for you.

Don't worry about me,
Mr. Mathews.

I'll make out.

Here.

Give this hat
back to your friend.

Tell him to leave those
bloodstains on it

so he'll always remember
that Sonny Glenn is
no one to fool with.

All right, gentlemen,
shall we continue?

Count me out.
I've had enough
for tonight.

But I would like
the satisfaction of
a return game, Sonny.

Sure.

Any of you other gentlemen?

No more for me.

Me too.

Do me a favor,
will you, Barnum?

Set the house up
a round of drinks.

Sure thing, Sonny.
Anything to help you

get started
on the right foot.

Thanks.
Come on up to the bar, folks.

Drinks are on the new owner.

Done pretty good for your
first night of business,
huh, Sonny?

Well, I hope I won enough

to pay myself back
for that free round
of drinks I just bought.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Sure, go ahead.
Good luck.

Okay now, boys.

Sonny didn't mean
for everybody to get
loaded to the gills

on free drinks.

What difference
does it make to you, Barnum?

This isn't your place.

Again. Yet.

How's the job going, kid?

Oh, pretty well. Thanks.

It took a lot of nerve to do
what you just did.

Oh. One of the hazards
of my profession, I reckon.

It is kinda nice
to know that

I have a friend
of the sheriff's
on my side.

I wasn't aware that
that had anything
to do with it.

It doesn't.

But there is something
you could do for me.

What's that, Mr. Glenn?

Take care of the money
I just won.

I don't trust
Barnum's safe.

Oh, but certainly,
Mr. Barnum...

Look, just because
I bought the place
from him

doesn't necessarily mean
I trust him.
Will you do it?

I'll do it.

But just until the bank's
open in the morning.

Here's my gold,
Louisa, gal.

Take good care of it.

You know somethin'?

Might even make you
my bookkeeper.

You might have a great deal
of talent in that line.

Uh, all due respect
to your singing.

Oh, when am I
going to have an opportunity
to sing, Mr. Glenn?

I don't know.

That crowd's certainly in
no mood for a song right now.

See ya.

All right, hand it over.

Hand what over?

Don't give me that dumb act.
The money, Sonny's money.

Susan, what got into you?

Honey, I've been around
a long time,

and I've been with Sonny
almost that long.

Long enough
to know his faults.

A pretty face
always costs him money.

Well, yours isn't
gonna be one of it.

Give it to me.

No.

Come here.
Give it to me.

Oh!

Hold it. Hold it.

Hold it.

What're you pressin' in for?

I was trying to remind you
that you're a lady.
If you are.

Miss Jackson, I'll take you
out of this place.

I need a drink, Wilson.

Thank you.

I'll take you to your uncle.
That's where you're
staying, isn't it?

Yes, but I...

I think I better
go alone.

Uncle Jim will have
too much to hear about
without you being in it.

Who can blame
you for that?

Well, again,
thank you, Mr. Mathews.

Call me Breen.

Good night.
Good night.

Oh, Miss Jackson?

You know, I...
I was just wondering...

I told you, Mr. Mathews,
I'll be perfectly all right.

Well, I'm kinda
hard to convince and I...

To be honest about it,
I'd sure like...
What?

I'd enjoy
walking you home.

I'd really prefer
going alone. Thank you.

Good night.
Good night.

Cost me over 500.

Me seven and a half.

Maybe someone ought to
remind you boys that

draw poker is
a gamblin' game.

Quit bellyachin'.

Oh, I don't mind losin'.

If everything's square
and regular.

You saw what that kind
of talk did to Hartman.

Yeah.

But Hartman wasn't too wrong
in what he figured.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing. Maybe.

I ain't too wise to
marked cards and such.

You take a look, Mr. Lang.
I could be wrong.

See them little dots
on the corners?

So they are marked.

Why, that double-dealin',
tinhorn...

Now take it easy, Mr. Lang.

Birds like him
are dangerous.

Remember, he's as slick as
a rattler with that knife.

Me and Park'll get him.

You're not giving him much
of a chance, are you?

What business is it
of yours, mister?

Well, none really.
But I do know Sonny Glenn.

He doesn't look like the type
that would risk this business

over a little
game of cards.

Maybe he's right.

Savage here has
no love for Sonny
after what he did to Hartman.

Well, maybe I'm
butting in, but, uh,

I better get him.

Let him go.

Sonny, I'd like
to talk to you.

Sonny Glenn,
are you in there?

Scared to come out?
Scared to face us?

Sonny, answer me.

All right, I'm coming.

Sonny, watch out.

They're trying
to frame you.

Sonny.

Boys say you beat 'em
with marked cards.

I thought we had
that all settled.

This time we got proof.

It's ridiculous.

I'll talk to you
about it tomorrow.

Now go on away,
I'm busy.

Well, Sonny, you better
stop being busy

and come out here
and settle this.

All right,
hold it, Sonny!

Toss your gun
over into the brush.

Come on, Sonny.

Now the knife, Sonny.

The knife!

Careful, careful.

Good, Sonny.

All right, Sonny, get up.

Let's go back.

Back? What for?
Why bother?

Why don't you just
shoot me here, now?

Didn't you say
you were innocent?

What difference
does that make?

You want a fair trial?

A fair trial? In Topaz,
with the "Hanging Judge"?

Don't make
me laugh.

I don't believe
it's that bad.

You don't?
Well, tell you what,

I'm a gambling man
and I'll bet against
myself.

I'll just give you
25 to 1, I hang

if I appear
before Judge Cole.

I don't bet, Sonny.
Let's go.

Well, it looked
like the Salazar Curse

was beginning to work.

But up to now, it had only
been the beginning.

Why would anybody
want to kill him?

I don't know,
but I'm soon
gonna find out.

Watch him, sir.

What did he do?
I'll tell you later.

Sit down.

The chest is gone!

Our chest is gone.

Don't worry, boy.
We'll find that chest

if we have to
turn this town
inside out.

That is, unless
Sonny Glenn

wants to tell us
where he kept it.

Uh, why is everybody
picking on me?

I don't know anything
about any chest.

You know, it's
kind of peculiar

this this Salazar guard
was killed with
a bowie knife.

There wasn't
anybody knifed

in this town
until you got here.

Well, I didn't do it.

Now, that's
for the court to decide.

You're gonna find
that justice

is mighty fast
in this town.

For you, it's even
gonna be faster.
Come on.

You have to give
the old judge credit.

He was gonna make
his last trial a humdinger.

Of course, nobody knew
at the time

it was gonna be
his last one.

Or any of the other things

that were gonna
happen afterwards.

If they had, it might
have been different.

But then again, who knows?

Quiet!

Infernal people.

Don't have
any respect for
the court anymore.

This ought to be
a cinch hanging
for you, Judge.

Quiet!

You see this here?
That's little Betsy.

And it's loaded.

And I just wanna
warn you all...

District Court Number 6
of this here territory
is now in session.

And whether
it be a saloon
or otherwise,

it's still a court.

And proper dignity
will be shown.

Court aims to

hold a fair
and legal trial.

And won't stand for
any hollering,

loud arguments,

cussing,

or spitting
on the floor.

Now then, Sheriff,

bring in
the defendant.

So you're
Sonny Glenn.

Your Honor
knows I am.

Are you gonna
plead guilty,
or not guilty?

Not guilty.

You got yourself
an attorney?

Where would I
find an attorney
in this burg?

You're the
only lawyer
around here.

Will the defendant
kindly answer my
question?

Have you got
an attorney?

No, Your Honor.
I plan to defend
myself.

Very well.
Sit down.

Now then...

Any of you men
want to

volunteer for
jury duty?

Hmm...

Looks like none
of you's got nerve
enough to

serve as a juryman.

In fact, you're all
a disgrace

to the process
of law and order.

So... I suppose
this will have to be

trial by acclamation.

What time
is it?

I bet you $2,
by lunchtime

this place will
go back to me.

Quiet!

Now then,
we'll start calling
the witnesses.

And after the
game busted up,

I happened to
take a quick look
at the cards.

They looked
funny to me,
so...

I picked
them up.

Well, I called
him on it.

I got sore
and jumped up.

We had a fight.

He knew he couldn't
beat me with his
bare hands,

so he reached
for his bowie knife.

I tried to
defend myself.

I reached for
my gun.

But I didn't
have enough time.

He hurt me,
Judge.

Of course.

Your Honor,
I object!
He's a liar.

Objection
overruled.

Court's
not interested
in your opinions.

Sit down!

Sure the game
was crooked.

In fact, I had to
borrow money to
stay in the game!

From whom?

Carl Weber.

Make sure
you pay him back.

Yes, Your Honor.

Next witness.

He tricked me,

just like he did
the rest of 'em.

Then he pulled his knife
on Hartman,

with intent to kill.

Sure, I saw the
whole thing, Judge.

He's guilty,
there's no doubt about it.

Naturally, when I
sold Sonny the place,

I thought he was
on the level.

And then
this cheap lug
insulted me!

He called me
a "cheap barfly"!

And Judge,
I'm a lady.

Hmm.

I can see that.

Now then...
As everyone's
listening

to all the evidence
there is,

it appears to
the Court

that the genteel
and intelligent

citizenry of this town

will be able to
reach a decision

on the defendant's
guilt or innocence.

But before that
I wanna tell you,

last night there was
a guard killed.

Killed with a bowie knife.

Of course,
we're not

trying the
defendant for that,

because he didn't
do that, anyway.

Of course, he attempted
to steal a horse.

But we're not trying
him for that either.

What we've tried
him out for,

and what you
have got to
decide upon

is a crime,

that of which
he is involved.

Card cheating.

Therefore,
those who calculate

the defendant is guilty,

raise your right hand.

Tell me, Judge,
what kind of a trial
is this?

You are questioning
the integrity

of my court,
Mr. Mathews?

I reckon you could
call it that.

Sit down before
I fine you for
contempt.

Quiet!

Order in my court.
Quiet!

If you don't,

little Betsy here
will make you.

The next question
on the docket is,

anyone here figure
Sonny Glenn innocent?

Hmm.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Sonny?

The verdict is
10 to 6 agin' ya.

Anything to say
for yourself?

This wasn't
a fair trial.

It's first-degree
railroading.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Order!

Makes my heart beat heavy
to sentence you, Sonny.

But you're to
hang by the rope
until you're dead.

Take him away, Sheriff.
Take the prisoner
away.

Come on.

Court's dismissed.

Bar's open.

Well...
That's that.

What's the matter?

First time
in my life

I ever helped
murder a man.

Murder? Who?

Sonny Glenn.

How?

By bringing him
in for trial.

If I'd know then
what I know now, I...

I would have
let him go.

Wasn't he supposed
to be a knifer and
a cheat?

Well, maybe
he was and
maybe he wasn't.

But in that
so-called trial,

he was up against
a stacked deck.

The only thing
it proved is that
Sonny was right.

Right?

He never had a chance
and he knew it.

I see now what
you mean by murder.

I wonder...

What?

Well, Sonny said
he was framed.

Now if he
was telling
the truth,

that means
somebody
was trying

to get him
out of the way.

Why, do you
suppose?

I don't know,
but...

I think maybe
you're right,
and then,

it must've been mighty
important for somebody

to get Sonny
out of the way.

But why?

Well, maybe we'll
get the answer

after we see
what happens next.

Will you
come in?

No, thank you.
I'll see you
later.

Okay.

Breen's idea was good,

as far as it went.

Only trouble,

a lot of things were getting
set to happen next,

things that were gonna
turn the town of Topaz

upside down
and end for end.

Ready to pay
the penalty?

No innocent man
is ever ready.

You're entitled
to your opinion,

the Court
to theirs.

Come on
inside.

You can't make it
any easier for him

or you by
waiting here.

Come on.

Anything else,
son?

Yes.

I'd like to
remind you,

all of you,

that you're
witnessing
a murder.

Murder of an
innocent man

whose only
crime was luck.

I know nothing
I say will change
your minds.

I don't know
how or when,

but anyone of you
that had a hand in this

will live to see
the day that he'll
regret it.

I'll see you all
in hell.

Hang him.

What are you
doing in here?

Well, it looks like
I'm running the
place again.

After Sonny got it,

the place reverts
back to me.

You see, that was
in the contract.

What's so funny?
Did I miss something?

You missed
all the way,
mister.

I'm the
new owner.

I was Sonny's
partner,

and I was
also his wife,
and I can prove it.

All you got coming
is another 5,000
in six months.

There's nothing about you
in this contract.

There doesn't
have to be, you
four-flushing idiot.

Check the law
sometime.

Now get out
of here!

Get out!

Get!

Don't sneak up
on a man like that.

You gave me
a turn.

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Not yet, but...

You mean you
expect to?

Well, I keep thinking
over and over

what Sonny Glenn said,
when he was in
the saddle.

About seeing
us in hell.

Somehow...

Somehow, it's like...

Like I'm being
haunted with
those words.

Well, you can forget
the haunts and ghosts.

We got some real
troubles to worry
about.

Like what?

Like Sonny being
married to that
girl, Susan.

Oh...

So she inherits
the saloon.

Yeah, we don't
get rid of her

as easy as we
did Sonny.

We'll never
get away with
hanging a woman.

We may not
have to.

What do you mean?

Give her enough
rope and she'll
hang herself.

Yeah.

My boys will see
that she gets
plenty of rope.

Oh, don't bother
to get up.

Do you mind
if I join you
for a while?

I feel like
talking to
somebody else

besides the
customers in
the saloon.

Sit down.

You had any luck

locating your missing
property?

No.

Gee, that's too bad.

I heard that
box was so heavy,

it took three men
to carry it.

Oh? Well...
What about it?

Nothing. I was
just thinking.

Now, if
one man...

I am saying,
if one man stole it,

it can't be
very far, can it?

Well...

If's a pretty
big word.

You've got to look
at all the angles.

We already
investigated
that angle.

You're going to
have company.

I'll see
you later.

Oh, uh...

Oh, hello!

Hello yourself.

Well...

What have you
been doing lately?

Well, I'm still
searching

for the Salazar chest,
without any luck.

Oh, uh,

I understand
you were fired.

Oh, yes.

Susan fired me
the minute

Judge Cole confirmed
her marriage

to Sonny Glenn
legal.

Then she invited
me up for dinner

and told me that
I wasn't cut out

for this sort
of life.
Oh?

That I should
get married,
and...

And, uh...

And bring up
a husband.

Whatever bringing up
a husband means.

I always thought
husbands are

supposed to be
grown-up.

She was only
kidding.

She was?

I wonder why.

Don't you know?

Well, it was beginning...

The most scarifying nightmare

that ever cursed the town.

Steven, one of those
who hanged Sonny,

knifed in the back.

Then one after another,

those men at the execution.

The whole town was
going crazy, scared.

There was something
unearthly about it.

Half the town thought

it was Sonny's ghost
come back to haunt us.

And then there were
others that saw...

Saw shadows.

Of a skinny Spaniard
throwing knives.

The treasure chest
was still missing.

So it looked like
the curse of the Salazars

had settled on the town.

Did you find out
anything, Sheriff?

Well, it's
no use, Sheriff.

I've investigated
every angle I know.

And not even a trail.
Nothing.

I can't ferret out
anything either.

I appreciate you giving me
a helping hand, Breen,
but why?

Oh, it's just
a hunch I have.

Now, what sort of hunch?

Well, you know, we both
might be looking
for the same party.

Or parties.

You think that
the Salazar chest

had something to do
with Park's killing?

Well, my guard
got it the same way,
Sheriff.

You figure it out.

Good night.
Night.

Sheriff, I was just
thinking about

what Sonny Glenn said
before he died.

Yeah,
what about it?

It sounded like...

Like maybe he figured
on comin' back.

You know,

once an old Indian

told me about the spirits
of his ancestors.

Now just...
Just look here.

Now, I'm not saying
that I don't believe
in the hereafter

or anything like that,

but just don't hint at
what you're talking about.

Don't hint any more
about it.

Well, that's all
I got to say.

Looks like you're getting
headed out of town
real early, Billy.

No sooner than I like.

They can cut this town
clear off the route
as far as I'm concerned.

Too many killings.

Come on! Yeah!
Gid' up!

All right, Joe.

I'm gonna
let you out now.

Sheriff, I don't know
whether I want to get out.

This town sort of
gives me the creeps.

Now, you got nothing
to worry about, Joe.

Go on home.

But, Sheriff, I...
Ah!

Now I don't want
to hear any more about it.

Go on, Joe.
Go on.

Sheriff!

Something's got to be done
about this insane killer.

People here in town
are getting panicky.

Afraid to walk
the streets

for fear they get a knife
in their back.

Now I'm doing all I can
with what little I got
to work on, Judge.

What do you need?
More men?

I need clues.

Clues and a motive
behind this crazy thing.

I already gave you
a motive, Sheriff.

Well, yes, Steve,
the Salazar chest.

You might have
something there, son.

But why the killings?

Well, the only thing
I can figure is that

he's trying
to put the suspicion
on somebody else.

I'll get him,
whoever he is.

Mmm. As always.

Your promise is
all gristle and bones.

No meat on it.

Besides...

What makes you think
it's a him?

I want to warn
you two.

Try anything funny
with those cards
at my place

and I'll kill you.

What're you talking
about anyway, lady?

You know what
I'm talking about.

And you, what are you
hanging around with
these crumbs for?

First, you ask me
to entertain
your customers

and then
you don't want me to.

I like it here.
Hmm.

You would!

Shakey,
play some music.

Well, what's the matter
with you?

Nothing. Why?

You look like you're afraid
of your own shadow.

Well, isn't everybody
in this town?

Nothing to do but

drink and hope
you fog your head.

Well, this is no town
for a clear head.

Barnum?

Oh, Weber.

I'm glad to see you.

Wait a minute.

Have a drink.

Oh, I reckon
we can both use it.

I can't figure whether you're
getting cautious or careless.

What do you mean?

Leaving the door
standing wide open.

I always figured you
for one who likes
his privacy.

No, all of a sudden
I'm getting so
I like people.

The more the better.

Even if it is only an...

An undertaker?

That's the first time
I ever see you
wear a gun.

First time I ever figured
I should wear one.

Well, I've run out
of liquor.

I'll go downstairs
and get another bottle.

You stay right here,
will ya?

Here he is, Sheriff.

I don't know what
you wanna ask me, Sheriff,

but I had nothing
to do with it.

Weber came up
to my room,

he was supposed
to stay there

while I went out
and get a bottle.

Can you prove that?

Sure! Sure, I can.

In fact, I'd be happy
to prove...

I'm happy to be alive
to be able to prove anything.

That was supposed
to be me.

That figures.
How?

Uh, so far
all those killed

had something
to do with

hanging Sonny Glenn.

All but Carl Weber.

Now, um, my guess is that

the unknown assailant
expected to find, um,

you in your room,

but instead he was surprised
to find Weber.

So, he got rid of him
to keep his mouth shut.

But, Sheriff,
what makes you think

I had anything to do
with hanging an innocent...

I mean that...

I know just
what you mean.

I sure wish Barnum hadn't made
us switch decks on Sonny.

Now we're targets
like anybody else.

Barnum figured
he had to.

He didn't want to let go
of a goldmine like
this place here.

He wanted to sell it
and get rid of the new owner

and then reclaim it again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but this time
it's a lot different.

There is more at stake
than just a lousy saloon.

What do you mean?

The Salazar fortune.

Do you suppose
Barnum knows
anything about that?

I don't know.

What're you doing?

Gettin' ready to clear out.

Looks like
it's about time.

I think it is.

You realize we're
the only two left
out of that hanging gang?

Rest of them got knives
between their ribs and
between their shoulder blades.

It gives you the creeps.

So you believe
in ghosts too, huh?

Well, I don't know
what I believe.

Hate to leave everything
behind after all of our work.

I never thought I'd ride
out of Topaz broke.

Maybe it won't be
necessary.

What do you mean?

Unless you're still afraid
of the Salazar curse.

You mean
the Salazar chest?

You've got it?

You had it all this time?

Come on.
Let's get the rig.

Oh, Breen, I...

Why do you pop in
so unexpected?

I was just getting ready
to get dressed.

Oh, I like the way
you look now.

Well, I don't.

No, I know, you're just
trying to show me

what a marvelous housewife

you're gonna make
some lucky man.

Some man, perhaps.

Certainly not you.

Louisa, how can you
refuse me

when I haven't even
asked you?

I suppose you weren't
going to now.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I never thought about it,

but in case I do,

do I have to make
an appointment

or can I just pop the question
anytime I get the notion?

I'm sorry.

Oh, uh...

I brought you
sort of a gift.

Oh.

It's... It's lovely.

Do you go around giving
all your girlfriends guns?

Oh, no, only
special girlfriends.

You know, I stood one up
one night,

uh, her name was Lucy.

Now would you believe it?
She got so tired
of waiting for me,

she shot herself.

Ah. Well, let me
tell you something.

If you go around
standing me up,

I'm gonna come
gunning for you.

I'm glad
you like it, Louisa.

Uh, how's the balance?

Oh, it's fine.

Breen, why did you
give me this?

Well, to be perfectly
honest about it,

it was your
uncle's idea.

He thought the killer
might come looking

for him some night
and find you.

Like when he went up to Barnum
and found Carl Weber instead.

Yeah.

You know, I've got
a strong hunch

that everything is just
about coming to a head.

The answer has got
to be here in this town.

If we only could
figure out where.

I'd like to talk
to your uncle.

You know where he is?

Oh, the Judge sent him
out of town on business.

Oh, out of town...

Out of town?

Well, that's it.
That's got to be the answer.

I know now just
where to find it.

Wherever you're going,
I'm going with you.

Well, I'd rather you...

All right.

Where's the Sheriff?

I sent him out of town
on a business errand.

You said you were picking up
the treasure chest.

That's right.

Here?
Exactly.

But where?

Give me a hand
with this desk.

Well, I'll be...

So that's where
it was all the time?

That's right.
Never left the jail.

And it's not leaving now.

Breen.

How'd you know
about the hole
in the wall, Judge?

Used to use it when
I was sheriff here

to hide gold shipments in

before they opened
the bank.

I see.

Did you ever wonder, Judge,
how it might feel

to be on the business end
of a hanging rope?

You and your partner
are soon gonna find out.

Get up!

Hold it, Breen.

Now...

Go over there
and get ahold of that chest.

Now just one wrong move
out of you, Breen,

and the girl's
going to get it.

Now pick up the chest
and load it in the rig
out in back.

Keep him covered, honey.

All right, now we'll see
what's under that mask.

Susan?

The Salazar treasure.

There must be
a million dollars
in there.

More.

And let's not forget
the Salazar curse.

Even after all
that's happened,

you still don't
believe in it, do you?

No. The Judge
killed the guard,
and hung Sonny for it.

Then Susan dressed
as a Spaniard

to avenge
her husband's death.

Where does
the curse come in?

Well, just the same.

I pity whichever of
the Salazars inherits it.

It's not going
to a Salazar.

They're all dead.

Well, then
what happens to it?

I'm taking the treasure
up to a cousin
in San Francisco

by the name
of, uh, Teresa Morales.

Oh, no.

Well, uh,
what's wrong?

Teresa Morales
was my mother.

Was your mother?
You mean she...

She never mentioned
the Salazars.

She was probably
ashamed of them.

And if your mother's dead,

that makes you
the Salazar heiress.

What happens to it
if I don't accept it?

I imagine it'll go back
to the Indian tribe

that Don Salazar
stole it from.

And that would break
the curse, wouldn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, that's what I want.

As a matter of fact,
it would kill two curses.

The one that the treasure
had on us, you and me.

I never could see myself
marrying a rich girl.

Oh, Breen.

So the last heir
of the Salazar family

decided to return the treasure
to its rightful owners

and lift the curse
on this town.

And...

If you think
that's the end of the story,

well, we're coming
to the most exciting part.

Thank you.
Here's to you, friends.

And right after
that there was...