Dynamite Jack

Fernandel in the movie:

DYNAMITE JACK:

The Terror Of Arizona

Hey, Frenchman! You've arrived.

And you see, nothing happened.

Why, nothing happened?

And what is this, a toothpick?

We are almost drowned and burned.

Where are you, my beautiful France?

Stop whining about

your beautiful France.

Why did you leave, anyway?

- That's none of your business.

Hey! I'll tell you: I'm here

to find my friend Jules.

Jules Lavisse.

I want to get rich, just like him.

Here, your bags.

Why throw them on the ground?

- Because you have arrived.

Arrived? Where? Where is that city?

Where's Widows Canyon?

At the end of that path,

behind the hills.

Hey, wait...

They have just left me

behind, in the desert.

Behind those hills?

Thank you.

Strong stuff, but good.

I've finally arrived.

Do you know Jules Lavisse, please?

Could be.

-Where can I find him?

- Lavisse?

Just a second, let me think...

See that big rock yonder?

- Yes.

Go there and turn left. You'll

find him. You can not miss it.

Thank you.

- It is the third grave.

- The third grave? Thanks.

The third grave?

But that's impossible.

- Oh, you're right. It's the fourth.

- Unbelievable.

He was married.

It brought him no luck, though.

Oh, there it is.

"Jules Lavisse

killed by Dynamite Jack"

You must be the widow Lavisse?

My sincere condolences, ma'am.

He was such a good husband.

- Oh, yes!

I am Antoine Esperandieu.

- Mrs. Lavisse.

He had become a Mormon.

- Mormon?

He was married with many wives.

Jules, old boy. Several women...

That was fatal...

I apologize.

He was such a good friend. He

had probably told you about me.

Antoine... Antoine Esperandieu.

But, yes. He had invited me

and asked me to stay with him.

- That is no longer possible.

Emilie.

What now?

- Do not get discouraged, stranger.

Think of your friend.

Who died in the harness.

In the harness?

- Like a hero.

He shot well,

but not fast enough.

No one is fast as Dynamite Jack.

That's the proof.

"John O'Brien killed

by Dynamite Jack"

Tell me...

Who is that Dynamite Jack?

That's him.

Bunch of savages! Ruffians! Bandits!

Calm down or you could end up

just as your friend Lavisse.

So, no more talk?

- He talked too much.

What a country. Where's the police?

Having a siesta? Unbelievable.

Another one of the family.

- They will kill us all.

He drew first.

- Unfortunately, Sheriff.

Everyone has seen it.

- No investigation?

Cowards! You're all cowards.

He drew his gun first, all right.

But he was the only brave one.

Nobody dares to resist Dynamite,

not even the law.

That's right, Sheriff. It is strange:

if there is shooting, you're never here.

I am an old man, and I am alone.

Who wants my star? You perhaps?

You, Charley McGregor?

You? Or you, Larry Schultz? No?

It's a good job.

10 $ per week for

maintaining law and order.

We are peaceful people

and you must protect us.

Do you pay taxes?

And you, Charley? And you, Mr. Pickett?

- Stop babbling, Scotty.

The old man is no good anymore.

We should call the Army.

Good idea. Saddle your horse

and go to Fort Chiricahua.

Alone through the desert.

With all the risks.

Amidst the insurgent Apaches.

You are all cowards.

Excuse me, Mrs. O'Brien.

But I can not interfere.

Your husband has been killed,

and now your brother.

I have wife and children.

- Me too. I also have a child.

I want him to grow up in a country

where the law is not ruled by a colt.

Where people are proud and free...

and don't look away when a

woman tells them the truth.

Pancho, saddle my horse.

- Si, senora.

With your permission, Mrs. O'Brien,

I would go to Fort Chiricahua.

- Thank you, Billy.

Will someone help me?

May God bless you, Billy.

Do not stay on the road.

The place is dangerous.

- What do you want?

- To speak with the owner.

That's me.

How do you do, ma'am.

Do you have a room?

- Anything you like.

And I would like a bath.

- It can be arrange.

Would anyone be able to scrub my back?

- Whatever you want.

Really? Can I count on you?

- Certainly.

Fred...

Take care about the customer.

- With pleasure.

Enter.

No, no.

- Come on!

Bastard.

- Just joking.

With my wife?

- Oh, excuse me.

I'll kill you!

- Calm down. Give me the shotgun.

Go back to the bar.

Who do you think you are?

Now pack your bags.

And do not forget to pay

your bill before you leave.

I will pay, do not worry.

I'm an important man in my country.

You don't believe me?

Look, that's me.

Do not bother, my dear, I

meet people like you every day.

You are not far from home, ma'am.

Without help, without friends.

Like a homeless...

- Pack your bags! - Good.

- Why did you leave France?

Because of a love story.

Which ended tragically.

This time I will forgive you.

You may stay.

Oh, I am very grateful.

But take this advice:

stay away of married women.

In this area you'll get killed.

-I am here only to get rich.

Really?

-Yes.

Not here. Go behind the mountain.

- Thanks.

Where are you going, stranger?

- Prospecting for gold.

Gold? No gold here.

- No gold?

Picket, who sold me the tools,

says the gold is everywhere.

Only in his strongbox. And

he gets it from the buyers.

Tell me, sheriff.

Do I look like a fool?

Certainly not.

Do you think this donkey

will walk all the way?

You don't know much about donkeys, Sheriff.

- I recognize a donkey when I see one.

This one will live 100 years.

- Until then, he dies of boredom.

- What is it?

- Find yourself another tax gatherer.

You can not leave me like that.

- I hate tax gathering.

You're leaving me?

- What else.

This is fourth in 2 weeks.

We have found him in the Grand Canyon.

- He was already half burnt by the sun.

- Ah, the Frenchman.

I've already said that

he wouldn't make it.

I have not yet said the last word.

Take him to the saloon.

I'll get the doctor.

This duel - I didn't want it.

- He's delirious.

This woman was not worth the

man to die for. Let me go.

I'll leave France.

Leave him alone. Come on.

Let him sleep. If the fever don't

subside, he's not gonna make it.

I like this Frenchman.

- Yeah? But he killed a man.

In a duel, that's different.

He's probably fast with the gun.

When he wakes up, send him to

me. I might have a job for him.

Hey, here is the list of taxpayers.

And this must be filled with dollars.

Do not worry. The first

who whines, goes to the court.

Ha ha, the court.

- Here is your gun belt.

If you want to remain my friend,

never mention guns again.

Well, I hope you'll still be back.

Taxpayers are bloodthirsty animals.

Whisky.

Frankie, stay where you are!

So, you wanted to call the

army to take care of me!?

Hands on the bar, Fred.

Remove the mirror behind.

Someone's gonna die here.

I do not like many things here.

Starting with you!

I came here to get some explanation.

Who wants to get rid of me?

You, Frankie?

Traitor.

Take your time.

I have all the time.

If anyone whines, I'll call my boss.

Whiskey. A little one.

Where is Scotty? Scotty,

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