3 Godfathers
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1948
- 106 min
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Fill up the canteens, Kid.
And don't forget that big water bag.
All right, Bob.
- Is that the place?
- That's it.
- Where's the bank? At this end of town?
- Me? I don't know.
The last time I was there,
there was nothing...
no bank, no railroad.
There was a little cantina...
and the most beautiful girl
named Josefina, that played the guitar.
We're robbing a bank,
not looking up old friends.
Yes, I know.
But I sure wish we were rustling cows.
- You want to change your mind, too, Kid?
- Not me.
Well, you better think it over.
I hate to take you along.
This is no cinch, like rustling a few cows.
I thought it over, Bob,
and I ain't backing down.
No, sir, I ain't backing down.
Look, Kid, the border's over yonder,
just 60 miles.
Why don't you light out?
We'll join you. Promise you.
I ain't backing down.
Then remember...
all you do is hold the horses. No shooting.
Well, at least the cows,
they don't shoot back.
Mount up.
That's right friendly of them.
I know why I didn't recognize him.
She has changed his name.
She used to call him "tarantula. "
You know, a big bug with legs.
"Welcome" is more neighborly, right, Kid?
Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah, I'm Sweet. Looking for me?
No, neighbor. Just admiring your shingle.
That's a mighty pretty name, B. Sweet.
You fellas come in with that cattle outfit?
No, just riding through. Little business.
Cattle?
Talked about it some.
What happened, man?
Nothing, sir.
Perley, come get your breakfast.
Perley Sweet?
Now, that is a right pretty name!
She just calls me that.
Buck Sweet.
I didn't know you had company.
Just passing the time of day
with these here cowpokes.
Ma, why don't you fetch us
some coffee out here?
You not only got a pretty name,
Mr. Sweet.
- You got a mighty pretty wife.
- Thank you.
She's a little sprung now, but I'll tell you...
the best dancer in this whole territory.
I'll bet you were
mighty spry yourself, Perley.
I could kick a little.
Why don't you fellas light?
If you're looking for work...
you'll find most of the cattlemen
down by the bank.
- Where is that?
- Right down the street a piece.
Now, you boys have some hot coffee.
I know you've been riding a long ways.
And I can tell you're from Texas
by your hats.
Yes, ma'am. We're from Texas, all right.
Besides, you're carrying slickers.
Don't rain much in these parts.
Did you come in by the Old Mormon Trail?
- Yes, ma'am, we did.
- Didn't use much water. Got a full bag.
Did you happen to meet up
with my niece and her husband?
They're coming out
by the way of New Jerusalem.
No, ma'am, we didn't.
I don't see
how they could have missed them.
They're coming out by wagon,
and expecting them for Christmas.
Perley went up in the mountains
and cut a big piney tree this morning.
Do you think that he could have missed
the turnoff at Terrapin Tanks?
Be just like him to.
Never knew such a shiftless fella.
Tried everything but preaching.
It don't take much brains to drive a wagon
from New Jerusalem to Welcome.
- Lf he did, he'd never get here.
- Another cup?
No, thanks.
Say, I bet you put eggshells in
to settle the grounds, like Ma used to do.
- 'Course I do. Where you from, son?
- From Abilene.
And what's your name?
My name's William,
but everybody calls me "The Abilene Kid. "
I bet they called you "carrot-tops"
when you went to school.
- "Brick-top," ma'am.
- They did? Me, too.
Thanks for stopping by, boys.
- Coffee was real nice.
- Mighty nice, ma'am.
Thank you very much, ma 'am.
I'm sure proud
to have made your acquaintance, ma'am.
Thank you, son.
Well, Perley, thanks.
Hope you have
a nice crop of apples this fall...
I'll be seeing you boys, probably.
I do declare,
but you're a sight for sore eyes!
You kind of
got the advantage of me, ma'am.
I mean all of you. I'm so sick of the East.
For the past two years,
I've been back east in Denver, Colorado...
hobbled up in a boarding school...
till I just love the sight
- And that Charro saddle!
- See, Bob?
And what is your lovely name, seorita?
My name? Lordy, my father's
president of the bank. Tolliver Latham.
- I expect you do business with him.
- We aim to, ma'am.
Ruby, my girl!
Welcome. Welcome to Welcome!
Welcome home, Miss Ruby.
Remember, Kid, you don't do no shooting.
I thought so.
Real desperado type.
Pete, quick, get on your horse!
- Sorry, Miss Crumly.
- Tell me what's the matter.
Little bank robbery. Come on, get going!
Come on, Kid! Step up!
Haul it, Pete!
Get those bandits!
Don't let them get away!
Blast one at 'em, Pete. Hang on, Kid.
Again, Pete.
Pull up, men.
- Gosh, Marshal, you missed them.
- They ain't paying me to kill folks.
Them Texas boys gonna be mighty thirsty
before they get to water.
- Back to the depot, Curly.
- The depot?
Yeah, the depot. The railroad depot.
Giddup.
You hurt bad, Kid?
- No, but I bled like a stuck pig.
- Don't try to talk, Kid.
That Perley character...
You know, he busted that on purpose.
Take a mouthful, Kid.
That's enough.
All right, men, raise your right hand.
As duly appointed Marshal
of the territory of Arizona...
for the sum of $3 a day to find...
- Hey, watch them pack mules, will you?
- I'm doing the best I can.
Come on along, girl.
- You unload them pack horses.
- Get them on there.
Come on, Curly, I'm late!
- Come on, Curly, get them mules.
- Now, where was I?
Say, Buck, I thought
we were gonna get $5 a day.
I don't spend tax money that easy.
$3 a day and found.
Now, you solemnly swear
to uphold and enforce the law. Say, "I do. "
- I do.
- Good.
Can I drag it now, Buck?
Don't bust your bellyband, Luke.
We'll be aboard.
- Marshal.
- Yes, Mr. Latham?
Shouldn't you deputize more men?
The bank can't risk
letting these desperadoes escape.
Sets a bad example.
I don't want you to fret none, Mr. Latham,
but if it's gonna worry you...
Boys, Mr. Latham here
just put up a reward.
$100, dead or alive,
for every one of them poor fellas.
- Thank you, Mr. Latham!
- You got them for $100.
Thank you, Luke.
Good luck, Marshal!
Give the Kid a swig of water, Pete.
Drink it up, Kid.
Plenty more when we get to
Mojave Tanks. Drink it up!
There she is, fellas.
There she is, Mojave Tanks!
Water, Kid.
Water.
You're gonna feel a whole lot better,
a whole lot cooler...
once we wash up that shoulder.
Go ahead, Kid.
Boy! I'm gonna skin me down to the hide...
climb up that ladder,
and dive in that tank, right to the bottom.
Never come up!
Gosh! That a man should have
such a great big thirst like I have...
and only water to quench it with.
Anyway, cheers, friends.
Get down.
Ain't no sign of anything.
But that's no guarantee they ain't around.
You boys keep your eyes open.
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