Hercules and the Treasure of the Incas

'Samson and the Treasure of the Incas'

We've arrived...

It's time to go our own way.

Your $20,000, Mr. Nixon.

1500 miles and you looked after it better than a bank.

Thanks, Samson, and thank you Alan...

There's always work for you on my ranch.

Are you really leaving?

We're two vagabonds, Mr. Nixon, and there's so much to see.

Saddle fever!

All I wanted was a horse and a new horizon when I was your age

If you're passing Pioneer city, tell my daughter Jenny I'm back.

I'll tell her. Goodbye, Sam.

He's a good man...

You should stay, Jenny would make a good wife.

Spit it out, what have you got against Jenny?

Nothing! You're kidding!

Only that you've dragged me behind her father for 1500 miles to see her beautiful eyes.

And you would've let Nixon travel all that distance alone?

Jenny is just a friend, like you are, for that matter.

But I didn't start hanging around the kids in Pioneer City pretending I can't read.

Careful, Alan, one of these days I'll wipe that smile off your face.

What was that?

I'll check it out, it's probably a hunter.

- I'll meet you at The Silver Dollar. - Too bad for you...

I'll shame you in front of everyone.

Dance, damned Indian! If you don't want me to aim higher.

Get out of here, and make it quick.

Welcome back.

I was wondering if I could still be of help?

- As a barber or undertaker? - As a barber!

Then hurry up, a wash and a shave...

And some of that lotion that's driven all the dogs out of the city!

You could have waited for me to leave, before making this place stink like a stable.

Interesting...

You mean me, or your lotion?

Don't kill a possible admirer, Tex...

Is that how you treat future clients, Jerry?

- A harmless exchange of words, Ilona. - Sure it was...

And Tex was just playing around with his pistol.

You owe me a drink, Mr...

Smith... William Smith.

Better known as Samson.

He just returned from escorting Nixon's cattle to the railway.

I'll be damned, that's 1500 miles...

You're entitled to that smell, and a good bath.

- Pleasant journey? - Perfect...

If you hadn't been here, ma'am, the trouble would've started here.

- They're Virginian. - No, I don't smoke.

I hope to see you at The Silver Dollar, or don't you drink?

Quite right, but I think I'll come and applaud...

- If you're the star of the show? - We'll be expecting you.

- What does he do? - Who? Jerry Damon?

He owns The Silver Dollar, and he controls the entire city.

- The woman? - His friend.

- Hot or cold? - Ilona?

- How do I know? - Not her, the water.

It's tepid.

- And the other one? - A pistolero...

He's Jerry Damon's shadow, a savage, a sadist...

I have to put up with him, he's my best supplier...

As you know, I have a funeral parlour to run.

Chasing the children away from here as well...

What do you want to do? Build another Silver Dollar?

It's Damon's land, and the law is on his side.

It would be the first time, sheriff.

Jenny, your father will be back soon...

Why don't you get him to buy this piece of land?

- Damon isn't selling. - Have you asked him?

- Yes, but... - But?

He didn't want to be paid in dollars.

Skunk.

I'm sorry, Jenny.

Goodbye, kids.

- What's going on? - They killed Burt Nixon.

Speak quietly, his daughter is over there.

- Where? When? - Near his ranch...

It was Alan Fox, and one of his cowboys...

He wanted to steal the money Nixon was carrying.

- Who says so? - That man there, Grizzly.

I saw him, sheriff, he was searching the body...

He ran off as soon as he heard me, but he can't have gone far...

His horse was beat.

Return to your seats.

- It's the usual drunks. - Mr. Deprofundis isn't drunk...

He's leaving in the funeral carriage.

You finally made it.

- Is my father okay? - He's waiting for you at the ranch.

The children really missed you.

I thought about the kids a lot, Jenny.

But, you see... I wanted to tell you that...

You wanted to tell me?

- I studied along the journey. - Good! Let's hear how you've progressed...

Come.

Back to your seats, children.

Children, Samson didn't forget about our school while he was away...

Or you.

Even a simple cowboy, when he's armed with goodwill...

...is entitled to live his dream.

Jenny!

Miss. Jenny, write it, a dictation...

Shyness is a gift of the strong...

But one mustn't exaggerate.

Would you like to change, sir? Very well...

One moment.

Damned drunk, bastard half breed.

Harlot.

Music... Come on, girls.

A questionable card player, but an excellent marksman...

I'd almost suspect you have a pistol up your sleeve.

You mean as well as my arm, I suppose...

Or perhaps you're accusing me of cheating.

What makes you think I want to do that?

That's what you told the sheriff, he wants me out of town on the first stagecoach?

Yes, tomorrow, on the Silver City line.

Before someone disagrees with your method of correcting your luck.

At cards, or in love?

Fish...

Some riddles can easily be resolved with a bullet.

In the back, naturally.

I wouldn't want to ruin your last night in Pioneer City...

But I advise you not to miss the stagecoach.

Hi, Jerry.

- Why did you come here, idiot? - What are you afraid of?

The sheriff will be gone all night.

$20,000

- Any trouble? - No, but there will be...

The sheriff thinks it was Alan who shot Nixon and ran off with the money...

- They're looking for him now. - Just as I planned.

Sure, just as you predicted, until Nixon's daughter arrived...

With Alan's friend, some guy called Samson.

- So? - They swear the kid is innocent.

And the sheriff has promised, that after he captures him...

He'll take him to Silver City for a fair trial.

Trial...

A trial could be dangerous, investigations, questions...

Soldiers from Fort Apache. Grizzly...

You've got to convince everyone that Nixon's killer should be hung up from the nearest tree.

Whether the sheriff likes it or not.

Get our men, and all the dregs in the city...

In the meantime, I'll work on lawyer Dortman.

No, leave through the stables.

- He's up there. - I saw him...

If he shoots, I won't answer for his life anymore.

But he's scared, your men shot at him...

How can he trust the law?

I'm sorry but if he shoots, that's an admission of guilt to me...

And you know how that ends.

Give me ten minutes, let me speak to him.

Okay, this is his last chance.

Alan... Alan, it's me.

Get out of here, Samson.

Alan, listen to me...

Surrender, and the sheriff will take you to Silver City...

I promise you I'll find the real killer before the trial.

- I'm your friend, Alan. - If you're a friend, get me a horse...

And let me deal with this. Hold it!

And throw down your gun.

Castoro...

Go back to the city, something stinks here, and I predict trouble.

Okay, I'm going.

I should have broken your jaw instead of leaving you by yourself.

Why in god's name did you run away?

I lost my head, I didn't want to be accused of murder.

You did just what the killer wanted...

Now leave everything to the sheriff, he's an honest man.

Burt Nixon was a brave man, one of the founders of Pioneer City...

And we don't want his killer to be tried in Silver City.

Let's hang him!

Jerry, I need to talk to you.

El Puma, I won't give you half a dollar in credit.

I'm ready to sell you the map of the Indian treasure.

Still dreaming about that Inca treasure!

If you believe in the legend, why don't you just get it yourself?

It's a difficult expedition.

Damon, I'll need men, tools, horses...

Do you think if I could afford a well armed gang...

I'd tell them about the riches hidden in those mountains?

I wouldn't be El Puma for long.

El Puma...

I want to give you some information...

The bank is despatching a case of gold on the stagecoach, tomorrow...

Not much...

But enough to convince me that I should join your expedition.

When you have it.

The sheriff's job finished when he captured Alan...

And we should carry out the punishment according to the laws of the frontier.

The ropes in Silver City are no better than ours!

We've got him!

Poor guy won't even have time to defend himself.

We finally tracked him down in the hills near Coyote Creek.

He let us take him like a little lamb.

Tell them how much money he had in his belt.

What do you know about the belt?

I asked you a question, tell me.

I didn't think a dog like you could talk...

When I came in here you were howling something interesting...

Grizzly is a little shy in front of strangers, I can explain...

Grizzly saw Alan Fox taking the money belt off the man he had just killed.

- Isn't that what you told me? - The whole damned truth!