Hands Up Dead Man, You're Under Arrest Page #3

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By the way,

Mr. Grayton...

At your service.

Please!

A certain Ballor

expected you at the saloon.

Not for playing,

but to sell you his land.

But he didn't really

seem that convinced.

You'll see, I'll convince him.

You must have solid arguments.

Very convincing ones.

Let's go.

Kid!

Come.

- Do you remember him? That's Wildchild.

- Wildchild!

That's really him.

He was only a tiny colt

when I left.

Yes, now he only

allows me to ride him.

You can tell that

he has some good taste!

I give him to you.

Thanks!

He's really great.

Ballor will shed some feathers,

that's how it'll end.

Nobody could take better

care of that issue than you.

So you can't change

your mind again.

You already gave me such speeches

before you became a monk.

The war is over.

If you can do something

then deploy all your skills -

interfere or I'll have to do it,

with the Lord's permission.

It wouldn't mind it too much.

You know, I feel a little

out of practice.

And I feel like letting

the fingers play a little.

Ballor! Open up!

We won't shoot.

You just have to sign the contract.

- Get lost, tell that to Grayton!

- Open up, Ballor!

Open up!

It would be better for you!

MY daughter!

That's enough!

Damned criminals!

Murderers!

Sign it, sign!

Or they'll kill us all!

- Bandits, come in!

- Wait!

Take everything!

Go ahead, you bastards, get in!

You're getting

sensible, Ballor. Fine.

Take everything, hurry up!

We'll leave this

unfoltunated place.

And why, Ballor?

Mr. Grayton's buying...

- but leaves you your work.

- And you'll shed some feathers.

Nobody will force you

to sell it.

Full House.

May I be the fourth man?

- If you allow?

- Sure!

I see you're lucky.

- In games.

- I bet, also in other things.

You look like someone who's

also a lucky devil in love.

I can't complain.

Even if it's a little difficult

at times, unfortunately.

Do you want to play, Casanova?

Cards.

Poker with Kings.

You cheated.

There's a nice sum

on your heads.

None of you guys will slip through

my fingers again, dead or alive.

- You're obviously journeying through here.

- Are you the sheriff?

I'm Lee Grayton.

Seems like I should have

asked for your permission.

They were your men.

Three bandits at once -

that doesn't happen too often.

- Whom are we indebted to?

- A bounty hunter.

That's what we were thinking.

But I wanted to know your name.

They call me Dollar

because I owe my life to one.

You see?

That one saved me.

And you, Madame?

- My name's Maybelle.

- What happened?

I was already

expecting you, sheriff.

It was a matter

of self-defense.

He said, they were

wanted by law.

These boys are very photogenic.

Fine.

- We'll sort all of this out.

- I never had a doubt.

With the ones I placed in

front of your office...

you owe me 1,800 dollars.

When can I come around

to pick up my money, huh?

Kent!

- Call the gravedigger.

- If you allow...

the gravedigger and

the funeral are on me.

There!

I've been told that it's

never boring at your place.

We try our best to satisfy

our customers' wishes.

All of them, really?

Everybody gets what he deserves here.

And nobody ever complained.

To get back to the

guardian angel...

who crossed our way

at the Ballors yesterday.

Somebody with a big coat.

And a big backbone.

Who's your suspect?

It surely was nobody

from around here.

You better catch him

before he blows our plan.

Listen, Spiro.

It could be the little angel

who attacked you.

You better open up

your eyes next time.

May I offer something to drink

to the great hero?

Come on, get UP!

Move, boys!

Get up!

Back to work!

Let's go!

Everybody stand still!

Stop!

Who's in charge here?

Who gave the permission

to these workings?

The railroad shall not run

through here, that's an impertinence!

Stop!

Put the work down!

That's Grayton's order.

Put everything down

and get lost!

Before I lose

my self-control!

Get lost!

Stop, understood?

Didn't you hear

what I said? Stop!

Put that sh*t away, now!

Ballor!

Will you explain to me

what's going on here?

- Who ordered these workings?

- I don't know a thing.

- The rails shouldn't run here!

- I don't know anything!

I'm only the attendant

of this group.

- We're all associates now.

- Associates!

What kind of rubbish is that?

- Are you an associate as well?

- No, I'm only a technician.

This whole area belongs

to the West Company now.

The West Company?

We'll see about that!

Ah, how are you doing?

- You wish?

- The President.

Excuse me, the hat...?

Mr. President!

Mr. President!

- You again!

- Well, me again.

So, Grayton, do you remember

where we got to know each other?

Kid! I don't feel like joking around.

And I demand an explanation.

- What's all this getup?

- Can't you imagine?

Especially, because you gave me

the idea in the first place.

I said to myself...

perfumes, creams, makeup.

What kind of prospect

does that offer me?

Land instead, yes, that might

help me to go somewhere.

Just like Mr. Grayton.

I want to get rich, too.

You know what?

My father used to say:

"Learn from the boss and you'll make

just as much money as he does."

Let's get to the point.

I want to negotiate the

acquisition of the whole area.

- The whole area?

- In one piece.

- Well, make an offer.

- How much?

I have to convoke

my partners for that.

- Partners?

- Of course, yes.

All of the former owners

incorporated.

I don't like that

kind of game, Sando Kid.

You could have saved

yourself that effort.

This comedy won't have

a happy end, I promise you that.

Lamb of God, pray for us.

Now and in the hour...

um, pray for us sinners.

Pray for us.

Go!

Because of my guilt,

because of my great guilt.

Hail Mary, pray for us,

full of grace...

Hey, little brother Bamba!

Everything alright?

What's up?

They played with fire.

Brother Bamba!

Sure, "brother".

Just take a look at him.

- A strange imitation.

- How did you do that?

- Alone against four?

- Why?

Even a perfume agent

might have some good skills!

Will we go and wake up

the gravedigger?

Yes, just laugh...

They basically died because of you.

Repent, Bamba!

I didn't give them the cowl.

Who knows where they got it from.

Now I'll go for the next move.

Grayton can't be fooled easily.

And he will go for rougher methods

to get rid of the West Company.

But he won't succeed!

We're much more clever!

We have God on our side!

Kid, Kid!

You must go at once!

- But what's wrong?

- Kid, come with me to the ranch!

- But I have no time...

- I'm begging you, let's go! Fast!

Leonor, wait!

My gun.

Here they are.

Good, that little lady.

- Leonor!

- Mother!

Hello, Sando Kid.

Good to see you.

Put the shooting iron away or...

You can see who's here as well.

That's not enough yet, right?

You want some more? Help yourself!

Grayton decided that you better

return to your perfumes.

Pull him up!

No, no...

No, no, no!

No!

No, leave him alone!

You cowards!

- Is that enough already? Up! Come on!

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