All language subtitles for YouTube The Colorado Kid (1937) BOB STEELE

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All right.

There you are, Colonel.

There's your $5,000.

Billy Joe
for them Heifers, Hines.

Come on, let us have another
drink and close this deal, huh?

Hey, Pete!

Shine 'em up for everybody.

This is on me!

Any time Wolf Hines can pay
that much money and smile,

there's something wrong
with the deal, Bibben.

Right you are, kid.

Make nothing of it.

Here.

Have a drink.

No thanks.

The Colonel's guzzled enough
for both of us already.

I'm going to get
him started home.

I got to be going, Colonel.

Nonsense.

You can't leave yet.

Why me?

I'm going to-

You're
going home, Colonel.

Who said I am?

I did.

Listen, Kid.

You're the ramrod in my spread.

You can give orders to my
wranglers, but I'm your boss.

Get that, Colorado Kid?

I'm boss!

Sure.

Sure you are, Colonel.

But you've had a lot
to drink, and you've

got that money on you.

We better be going.

I said I'm
staying here, didn't I?

And I said we're going.

What are
you trying to do?

Give me that.

You better let me take
care of that, Colonel.

I'm old enough
to take care of this money.

Go away.

Are
you coming with me,

or do I have to hog tie you?

Who's
going to hog tie me?

I am.

Good thing you're not
my foreman, Colorado.

First time I ever heard a ramrod
giving orders to his boss.

Did anybody ask you anything?

Hines is right.

Colonel's old enough
to take care of himself.

You stay out of this, Hines.

Come on, Colonel, we're going.

Ain't a
foreman in Colorado

can tell me what to do.

Here.

There's your money.

I'm getting a new ramrod.

Now get your blanket hole out
of my boathouse and get going.

All right, you old souse.

Go ahead and get drunk.

And I hope you drop that roll.

It'll teach you a good lesson.

Well, I guess I better
be going, Colonel.

Good luck to you.

You won't try
and make me do anything.

I- I'm boss.

I'm Colonel.

Who's going to make me do what?

Yeah, Colonel.

Tell me Tell me what
to- stand still, won't you?

Oh, think nothing of it, kid.

By tomorrow, the Colonel won't
remember a thing about it.

Sometimes the old
codger goes plumb loco.

I better trail along with him.

This place is full
of jesters that

would drygulch their own folks
for a lot less than $5,000.

Now wait a minute.

You better take
this along with you.

He'll be needing a
snorter in the morning.

This time, he'll have
to get along without it.

Thank
you, my friend.

did I
ask you to help me?

You stay away from me, you hear?

I don't need your help, and
if you don't leave me be,

I'm going to throw
some hot lead at you.

Savvy?

All right, Colonel.

I know when I'm whipped.

All right, then.

You let that be a lesson to you.

Get that horse!

What happened?

Somebody drygulched
the Colonel.

And when I got here, they
were just riding away.

I thought I recognized them-

It looks mighty queer to me.

That's all I've got to say.

Well, what do you
know about that?

What do you know
about it, Hines?

Nothing, except it looks
bad for you, cowboy.

Especially after the row
you had with the Colonel.

It appears to me you're
mighty anxious to pin

this on somebody, Hines.

If you want to know what I
think, you and your gunslingers

did this.

Hombres like you talk too
much for their own good.

I'm not saying you
did it, mind you,

but I've got
evidence for the law.

And if you've got any proof that
I had anything to do with it,

turn it over to the Sheriff.

Otherwise, don't go around
accusing honest folks.

I said the Colonel
was drygulched and-

Hold on there, wildcat,
and we'll all go into town.

If there's any charges to
be made, I'll make them.

Get mounted.

No matter what happens,
I'm for you, Kid.

I've known that
right along, Bibben.

Thanks.

Don't forget to
check with the bank

about those serial numbers.

I won't.

The District Court of the State
of Colorado is now in session.

The honorable Peter J
Smith judge presiding.

The people against Robert Drake.

The case now at the bar.

The prisoner will
step forward and hear

the court pronounced sentence.

Robert Drake, you
have been tried

and found guilty on an
indictment charging you

with the crime of murder
in the first degree.

The verdict of the jury
makes the sentence which I am

about to pronounce mandatory.

Therefore, it is the
sentence of this court

that you be placed in charge of
the Sheriff of this county, who

in turn will deliver you
to the warden of the state

penitentiary, where, during
the week of September 16th,

according to the
provisions of the law,

you will be hanged by the
neck until you are dead.

Wait.

I've been accused
of murdering my best

friend on evidence
that was dealt

from the bottom of a cold deck.

Order in the court.

The prisoner has had his chance
to speak before his sentence

was pronounced.

Take the prisoner away.

I said I was cold,
and those who framed me

are the ones who
killed Colonel Gifford.

The Colonel was
like a father to me,

and if my life would
bring him back,

I'd be only too glad to
stick my neck in the noose.

But it won't.

And in the meantime, the
three men who drygulched him

are seated in this courtroom,
and they haven't been tried.

Take him away.

But if there's
any real justice,

there'll be another
trial before I swing.

And it will be a quick
trial of gunsmoke

and for
those three killers!

Order!

Order!

Order in the court!

The next case-

Howdy, Bill.

Hello, Tucker.

How's tricks?

Just tolerable.

All of them.

Pretty tough on the Colorado Kid
the way the trial went today.

There wasn't any
other way it could go.

You heard the evidence, Tucker.

Yeah.

What you got in there?

Oh, just an apple pie.

The kid's favorite.

Can I give it to him?

You know that's plumb
against the rules, Tucker.

Here, let me take it.

Oh, now wait a minute.

Can't I even talk to him?

Oh, well, seeing
as it's the kids'

favorite pie, why, I guess I can
make an exception in your case.

Now be careful
what you say, cause

I'm going to be listening.

Mm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

You wasn't trying anything
funny, was you, Tucker?

Of course not.

Think nothing of it.

I know enough not
to try anything

like that on you, Bill.

All right.

Go ahead.

Well, evening, Kid.

Hi, Bibben.

Just brought you a nice apple
pie to kind of ease things

up a bit.

Well, thanks.

Oh, think nothing of it, Kid.

Oh, say, Bill.

Did I ever tell
you what happened

to me when I was a star packer?

You?

You was a star packer?

Well, not for long.

I had to turn in my badge.

Now, if you'd have
been in my boots,

you'd have known
just what to do.

But me, well, I let the
hombre get the best of me.

Hey, wait a minute.

What hombre?

What did he do?

Well, It was like this, Bill.

Now, I was coming
out of a cell, see.

Now, you're coming
out like I was,

and me, I'm the hombre
pulling a gun just like this.

He says, reach for
the ceiling, sheriff!

Well, that's a pretty tough
spot to be in, hey Bill?

Well, what would you have done?

Why I'd have gun whipped him.

That's what I'd have done.

Yeah, but how?

Well, I'd have come at
him slow like, like this.

Hey, wait a minute, Bill.

You can't do that.

Oh, why not?

Because he was coming at
me with iron in his fist,

like this.

He was saying, back up, Sheriff!

Back!

Back up, Sheriff!

Back up!

Drop that gun, hombre!

Back up, Sheriff!

Why you ain't got nerve enough
to shoot, you yella coyote.

If you don't drop
that gun, I'll-

You get back, Sheriff!

Get back!

Howdy, aprons.

Howdy, sir.

Hines in town?

I ain't seen him, Mr. Toles.

Why?

I asked him to meet up with me
here to see if we couldn't iron

out some of these difficulties.

Then he'll likely
meet you, because he

sure does like to iron out
difficulties- with a hot iron.

That's what I want
to avoid, if possible.

In a gun war, nobody ever wins.

There's one thing I'm sure
of, he's working for Hines.

Is there anything new
about those bills?

No, I got the serial number
from the bank, but none of them

have showed up yet.

No matter what happens, you
keep after those bills, Bibben.

Hey, Bibben.
Bibben.

- Oh, my-
- Wake up!

- head.

My head.

What happened?

Oh, stop your moaning.

Get my keys.

Get me out of here!

Yeah.

Look in the desk.

You two wait here.

I got your message, Toles.

What is it you want of me?

Hines, they say you
paid them two killers

to beef my mine superintendent.

Is that right?

What do you expect me to say?

I know nothing about the
killing you speak of.

What else is on your mind?

I want peace, Hines.

We should settle our differences
like men, not wolves,

or we've got no fight.

And I say we have got a fight.

You fenced off open
range in free water.

My cattle needs water more
than that mine of yours does.

Tear down them fences, then
I'll talk peace with you.

Until then, it's
a war between us,

and the devil take the
slowest on the draw.

Well, I reckon he- he must
have taken the keys with him.

I can't find them any place.

Well do something, you idiot.

Go find Hines.

Find the blacksmith!

Find somebody, do something!
- Yeah.

Yes.

Drop those guns!

It's the kid!

Hold it!

Don't go in there.

You saved my life, Kid.

Them two killers were hired
by Hines to clean me out.

Listen, the kids on the loose!

You're telling us!

The Colorado Kid's loose.

And he's on the shoot.

You get the Sheriff.

You go and get the man.

Kid, you've got a
way that suggests

gun smoke and hot lead.

How about riding gun for me?

My guns aren't for hire.

Besides, you've got enough
trouble of your own.

After all, I'm a wanted man.

I know enough about Hines' ways
to know that you're not guilty.

I'll take you as you are.

Thanks, Toles.

I've got to stir dust,
but I'll side in with you

and ask for readings of my own.

You can trust me.

He slid out on us.

Roy, hustle over to jail
and see what's keeping

the Sheriff and Leathers.

Come on, men, scatter around.

Let's find him.

Hurry up and get
me out of here.

You must be awful dumb not to
be able to find those keys.

Yeah, well, not
half as dumb as you

are allowing that Jasper
to lock you in there.

Well, I reckon I'll have to
get you out of there somehow.

Men, you don't have to
come, but I'm going to see

if I can help the Colorado Kid.

You'd better stay
in here Toles.

Why, out in that street,
there's a gun in every hand,

and you'd last about as long
as a snowball would in Hades.

You hear something?

What happened?

Its the kid!

He's around here someplace.

Spread out.

We've got to find him.

Why don't you use the key?

Thanks.

Well, Toles.

I reckon you're gloating because
the Colorado Kid got away.

But you're not going to
be able to gloat long.

He's an escaped convict,
and you helped him get away,

so I'm swearing out
a warrant for you.

I'll have you thrown in jail
for helping a wanted man escape.

That is, unless I get your
promise to open up them

springs so my cattle
can have some water.

You're wasting time, Hines.

I need that water for my mine.

And as for throwing me in
jail, not without a fight.

All right, boys.

They're asking for it, and
we're plenty accommodating.

Grab their guns.

Hold it, gents.

Now elevate, all of you.

Get over at that wall.

All right, boys.

Get their hardware.

Irma!

Dad, what's the
meaning of this?

Get out.

This is no place for a woman.

Get back where you belong.

Wait for me at the buckboard.

All right, Dad.

You can't get away
with this, Kid.

And you can't get away
without paying for that murder

you pinned on me.

Hines, I'm giving you a chance
you never gave Colonel Gifford.

Don't be a fool, now.

I'll give you your
choice of surrendering

or being shot to doll rags.

You can't get out of here.

My men are all over this town.

Maybe you have got this
place ringed, but before

I get through with you-

Beat it, Kid.

You can't stand
off the whole town.

Hit leather, boy.

We all go together.

You can drive my buckboard.

There it is, Kid.
Get going.

We'll follow behind.

You men, guard the front.

The rest of you, come with me.

Ha!

He went that way, Sheriff.

All right, men.

Hit your broncs.

Keep going, men.

I reckon they're
headed for the mine.

Let's go.
- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

They've got too
much start on us.

I'm not running into any ambush.

I'll make it myself
in the morning.

All right, hit leather.

We're going back to town.

It's a break for you that slug
hit this lucky piece, Hines.

If it hadn't, he'd
have been drilled

right through the heart.

What heart?

What'd you say?

Oh, think nothing of it men.

Think nothing of it.

Have a drink.

Did I do something wrong, miss?

Yes, you have.

You've come here,
isn't that enough?

I came here only at
your dad's request.

You're a wanted man,
and with you here,

that means more trouble for us.

We're seeking peace with Hines
and his men, not more fights.

I'm afraid you're seeking peace
where there isn't any peace,

miss.

We don't need gunmen here.

Why don't you get
out of this country?

I think we can struggle
along without you.

I'm sorry you
don't approve of me,

but I'm not leaving this
country until I finish

what I got out of jail to do.

What is it you have to do?

I reckon it's best I
don't tell you that, miss.

Dad.

Are- are you still
determined to keep him here?

Why, what's
bothering you, honey?

But he's a wanted man and
an escaped murderer and-

Why, he's no more a
murderer than I am.

Still, he's wanted
by the law, and we've

no business to shelter him.

Now you stop fretting
about that, honey.

I've got to talk to the men.

Men, I don't know for sure
what's liable to happen here.

Hines is dead.

Maybe we'll have peace.

On the other hand, his gang
may come back with a vengeance.

And if they do, there'll be war.

Now this fight is none
of your own, boys,

and any one of you who
thinks careful and cautious

is welcome to quit.

I'll not hold it
against you, but I've

got to know my strength.

Nobody will buy me flowers
if I get plugged, Mr. Toles.

Oh, no, me neither.

I'll be darned if
I wouldn't rather

die with a bullet
inside of me then run

from skunks like Hines' bunch.

That goes for me too.

Me too.

Thanks, boys.

I'll not be forgetting this.

Guess we'll have to wait
for the next move from them.

In the mean time, you men
might as well go back to work.

Now if you'll trust me
with a Cayuse and a saddle,

I'll be moving.

Might not be very
healthy for you to go

roaming about right now, Kid.

Better stay here and-

Thanks for your hospitality,
but I reckon you've

got enough trouble of your own.

And me being here-

Now look here.

No, Toles.

I'm hitting leather.

I can't help you
any by staying here,

but maybe I can
bring you peace if I

wipe out Leathers and Hendry.

All right.

You can take my horse.

And if they press you too hard,
you'll always be welcome here.

Thanks.

Go fix some grub, honey.

I'll get you a saddle
bag and some lead.

There's a rider
coming this way.

It's Sheriff Hannon.

Why did you rush to warn me?

Well, because you saved
my father's life yesterday,

and I want to wipe
out that obligation.

Well, what do you
want me to do now?

Leave here before you
cause more trouble.

All right.

I'm on my way.

Oh, wait.

You can't leave now.

Hide in there.

Howdy, Toles.

Howdy, Sheriff.

Hello, Irma.

What do you want, Sheriff?

I've come over to
get the Colorado Kid.

The Colorado Kid?

Yeah.

I don't suppose you'd
tell me where he is?

Well, now if I knew for
sure, maybe I would tell you.

Then again, maybe I wouldn't.

Uh-huh.

Well seeing as how
you ain't so sure,

I guess I'll have
to search the place.

And if I don't
find him, at least

I'll find the keys to my jail.

Sheriff, before you
search this place,

you'd better show
us a search warrant.

A warrant?

Why I don't need one.

I'm the law.

Oh, yes, you do.

I happen to know
something about the law,

and you can't search this
place without a warrant.

So the Kid is here, huh?

Maybe he is, and
maybe he ain't, Hannon.

But me and the boys
will back up Irma's

demand about that warrant.

Hiding an escaped convict
ain't a very smart idea, Toles.

You wouldn't want Hines to
swear out a warrant against you,

would you?
- Where he is, he'll never-

Maybe you'll change your mind
when you see him coming around.

Hines alive?

Yeah.

Plenty alive.

The Kid's smoke
only creased him,

and now he's offered a cool
thousand for the kid- dead.

You know what that means?

Every tenderfoot and cow puncher
will be using him for a target.

You can't escape, Toles,
and you helping him ain't

no way to get peace with Hines.

Tell Hines I want
peace, but not

at the price of a man's life.

Now get out and get
your warrant, Sheriff.

All right, Toles.

I'll get a warrant, but I
don't reckon I'll be needing

one by the time I get back.

Can you figure that out?

Thanks, Miss Irma.

I reckon that makes us even.

Well, Kid, what
do you make of it?

With Hines alive, he's
liable to cut loose any time,

unless someone stops him pronto.

Mr. Toles, that
Sheriff's in with Hines.

I'm going to trail
him, and I'll miss

my guess if he doesn't lead me
right to where I want to go.

Why must you risk your life?

Right now, my life
isn't worth anything,

but before I cash in my chips,
I aim to settle with Hines

and his two gunslingers.

Guns, vengeance, killings.

Can't you think
of anything else?

Why don't you go away!

I am going away, miss.

I'd watch that
water if it was me.

Right.

That's most likely where
Hines will strike first.

Saddle up, men.

We'll patrol that reservoir.

Oh, don't go, dad.

It'll only mean more killings.

Why can't you-

There'd be killings
anyway, child.

Oh-

What's wrong?

I want you to come
back to the mine.

Why?

Because I made up my mind I was
going to stop those killings.

Can't you see what
the end will be?

What about me and dad-
his men and others, too?

Supposing I don't get Hines.

Do you think that
would save your father?

No, ma'am.

I'm gone.

And there's nothing can
make you change your mind?

Nothing.

But can't you under-

It's no use, miss.

Wait a minute.

Maybe you disregard
your life, but I value

my father's and others, too.

Now will you come
back to the mine,

or shall I pull this trigger?

Use your own judgment.

Kid!

Where are you going, Bibben?

Oh, just taking a
little ride, Sheriff.

Yeah?

Where to?

Oh, no place in particular,
so think nothing of it.

Well, Mr. Colorado Kid.

Will you listen to reason?

I'm not ready to
listen to anything.

All right, then.

You've had your chance,
now it's my turn.

Well, Sheriff.

If you're heading back to town-

I ain't, but you'd better be.

Say, if any of
Hines's men was to run

across any friend of the
Colorado Kid's, why he'd-

Do you still want
the Colorado Kid?

You ain't trying-

There's no trick to it.

The Kid's my prisoner,
and I can turn him over

to you if you lead me to Hines.

Where you got him
put, Miss Irma?

Not where you or anyone
else can find him.

Will you take me to Hines?

Well, now how would I be
knowing where Hines is?

Suppose we ride together.

Maybe we'll accidentally
run across him.

I ain't trusting
you none, Bibben.

You better ride with us.

Don't worry about him.

No one can get to the Kid.

All right.

Bibben, you hit leather
for town, or I'll-

Yes, Sheriff.

Haven't you any better sense
than to smoke while you're

pouring that powder?

Sorry, boss.

We're going to give
Hannon another half hour.

If he doesn't show up by
then, we're going over

and blow up Toles's reservoir.

Here he comes now.

He's got a gal with him.

Why it's Toles's daughter.

What's he bringing her here for?

Hey!

Bibben!

Over here, Bibben!

Boy am I glad to see you.

I hate to say this,
but I'm certain she

was selling you out.

Well, they haven't
bought me yet.

What are you aiming to do?

Trail her and the
Sheriff to Hines place.

Hey, wait a minute.

Take look at these.

The same serial number.

Well, I guess that clears you.

Now all we got to
do is pick up Hines.

That's where you're
wrong, Bibben.

There is no doubt Hines is
guilty, but in a court of law,

these serial numbers
wouldn't mean

a thing without a confession.

Come on.

Hey, wait!

What's the idea, Hannon?

Well, Miss Irma said
she'd turn over the Kid

if I brought her to you.

I had to see you, Mr. Hines.

I came to propose peace.

Do you want peace?

You need water for your cattle.

Well, I'll turn over that
water on one condition.

What is it?

If you, your men,
and Sheriff Hannon

agree to give up your
hunt for the Kid.

Hold on.

That ain't our bargain.

You said you'd turn the
Kid over to me if I-

All right, I did
trick you, Sheriff.

After all, it's a woman's
privilege to change her mind,

you know.

You don't really think
I would have turned

him over to be hung, do you?

Do you still want that water?

If you tricked Hannon, how do
I know you're not tricking me?

Besides, with that
killer running loose,

I don't think the water
will do me much good.

But I meant what I said.

No, miss.

I'm afraid that's not
much of a bargain for me.

I'll do anything you
ask if only we can

settle our troubles peacefully.

Can't you be
sensible about this?

I'm sorry, Miss Irma.

You'll have to throw the
Kid in with the deal,

or it's no bargain.

I couldn't.

It's the Kid!

So that's it, huh?

You're trying to
double cross us!

I didn't-

Well, that's just
what I wanted.

The Kid got here all right,
but he's not going back.

Cover those windows,
and don't shoot

until he gets close enough.

Whoa.

Well, there's her horse
and the Sheriff's, too.

They must be in that cabin.

Yeah.

To try and get
across that clearing,

it'd be plumb suicide.

You said it.

We'd get littered
with so much lead,

some prospector could
stake a claim on us.

Bibben, you stay here.

Yes, sir- who me?

What's the matter, scared?

Oh.

No, no.

Think nothing of it.

You keep your eye on me, and
when I give you the signal,

start throwing some lead
to attract their attention.

Yes, sir.

Kid, stay back!

Oh no, you don't!

Wait a minute.

What do you reckon
they're doing?

I don't know, but
we're going to wait.

This waiting ain't my idea.

Don't move, gents.

Now drop your arms and back
up against the wall, slow-like

and together.

So you're not giving us
a chance to draw, huh?

No, Hines.

There won't be any
gun smoke this time.

20 minutes ago, I'd have
dropped you men in your tracks,

but now I aim to save my lead.

Meaning what?

Meaning I'm going
to make you fellows

swing on the end of
a rope instead of me

for the murder of
Colonel Gifford.

You can't pin that on us, Kid.

Oh, yes I can.

You're pretty smart, Hines,
but you made a couple of slips.

You see these?

You paid Bibben with this money.

It's mighty funny how
these bills happen

to have the same serial
numbers as the ones

Colonel Gifford
paid me off with.

I can explain that.

Maybe you can explain what
the Sheriff's doing here,

and how these bills
got back in your hands

after you once gave
them to the Colonel.

What are his saddle
bags doing here?

All right.

I did it.

I drygulched the
old fool, but I'll

never swing for
it because no jury

will ever hear the evidence.

Now you will destroy that
money and let me out of here,

or we'll all go out
together right now.

Get away from that
powder before I

drop you in your tracks.

All right, go ahead.

You wouldn't do that, Hines.

They're never going to
put my neck in a noose.

At least give the girl
a chance to get out.

She got herself in this working
for you, so you get her out.

Working for me?

Stop stalling, Kid, and
make up your mind, pronto.

All right, Hines.

You hold the winning hand.

Get that, Hannon.

That's not enough, Kid.

Throw our hardware
outside and yours too.

And leave you three
to smoke me out?

No, Hines.

I'll give you an even
break, but that's all.

All right, but make it pronto.

Irma, throw they're
guns out the door.

All right, men.

Get outside.

Blast that cabin!

We can't let him get away!

We'll stand a better
chance against their bullets

than that dynamite.

Are you all right, Kid?

Never mind that.

You take care of them.

I'm going after Hines.

Irma, you stay here with Bibben.

Hey, Kid.

You need any help?

Yeah, bring down the Sheriff.

I need another
pair of handcuffs.

And fetch those two broncs.

I reckon from now on
you'll have some peace.

Thanks for the
confession, Hines.

I don't think the jury
will be out very long.

If it hadn't been
for that dumb Sheriff

falling for that girl's trick,
you never would have got us.

I'm sorry, Irma.

I should have known
that you wouldn't-

You mean, trade you
like one would a horse?

I guess that's
what I meant to say.

And nothing else?

Well-

Say, hadn't I better
get these hombres gone?

Would you?

Thanks, Bibben.

Think nothing of it, Kid.

Think nothing of it.

Come on, you-

Wait a minute.

Before we go, there's
something I'd like to know.

It's been bothering
me very much.

Where are the keys to my jail?

Is that all?

Why, think nothing
of it, Sheriff.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

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