Raise Your Hands, Dead Man, You're Under Arrest

Stop!

No! No! Have mercy!

Don't shoot, Captain! We surrendered!

You can't shoot at prisoners!

War is over. I retire you.

But we're unarmed!

I don't want any prisoners.

Yankee bastards'.!

Get out, you cowards! Or I'm coming to shoot you!

Don't be stupid! Get out, it's better for you!

I want to kill him!

Captain, have mercy!

You won, but let us live!

- I'll make you shut up in a minute! - Let us live!

One coward less on earth.

They are no cowards, Captain.

They are lions, even though they have no claws anymore.

They are brave men.

They endured without ammunition and food.

True soldiers, Captain.

- Heros. - And you? And who are you?

The son of General Lee? Or of Custer?

- Someone who wants to ease the pain. - Ah yeah.

I'd rather say you're a dirty coward.

A sniper.

And you?

No! No!

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No, don't, Captain!

Don't, Captain! No... I have family.

Spare me! I'm wounded, I...

Can't you hear how he suffers?

Here. Help him. That's your job, right?

You take all his pain away in just one minute.

- Kill him. - No!

Kill him!

- No! No... - Well, come on.

Shoot him!

Shoot him or he'll kill us, too.

Come on.

- Pull the trigger. - What are you waiting for?

You'll like the music of the gun.

Kid, shoot.

Don't lose heart.

Kid, shoot!

We'll do everything you want!

We're prisoners, but don't shoot us!

You wouldn't want to kill a dead man!

Damned Yankees!

RAISE YOUR HANDS, DEAD MAN, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST

Well, you're getting better.

But you're still too tense, my friend.

You must draw the gun faster!

Otherwise, you're a dead man.

You know, a gun is like a woman.

If you squeeze her too tightly, you'll choke her.

If you don't hold her tight enough, she'll escape.

Let's see if you can hit a button.

It's a pity that you've started with shooting that late!

We might have won the war!

That's what I keep saying all the time. Of what use is it now?

- To shoot the turkeys? - Ah, there's something better than turkeys.

The Rangers for example.

Adios!

- Hey, wait. - I can't.

I've got some clients for the gravediggers.

Take this!

Ranger is no job for you. No, you're not ready yet!

You can't even stay in the saddle!

No, Rangers don't ride like this, just a bag of beans!

You'll practice until you break your back!

Guys, you're not ready yet!

I'm not satisfied with you at all!

You wimps will become good soldiers.

Able to shoot and to fight. With the blank gun and the fists!

Hey you! Punch me! Come on, beat me up!

V'! W. Bunch me'.!

Your reflexes are too slow, did you see?

Come on, attack me again, but with more brains if you got some.

Come on!

Help yourself! No false modesty!

Saw that?

You laughing stocks!

Wimp!

You! Punch me! Try it!

Gosh! Can you shoot as well?

No! Not the turkeys! They're not for today.

Look for something else.

You're a little hell-raiser. Exactly what we need.

I see you heed my advice.

Yes, that's refreshing. Take this.

Want some whiskey, huh?

Ranger-baptism.

We took it all away!

And there's no sheriff far and wide who could harm us!

Got a lot of goods this time, right?

We really can't complain. Everybody will get his share.

- That's for you. - Thank you very much!

You're welcome, son!

I'll let you know if there's another bank which can be robbed!

Very good!

- And what do you want, boy? - My name is Sando Kid.

- He's a Ranger. - Stay calm.

Unfortunately, I have to take you with me. Dead or alive.

You're playing with fire, Kid.

My gun never misses, everybody knows that around here.

I never really pay attention to the gossip around here.

These are your warrants.

Saint Peter's got the keys.

Come and get us.

Bravo, Ranger.

1,500 dollars - not too bad for a rookie.

You seem to get along quite good.

You blew away my customers. Cleaned up real nice, all three of them.

Yeah, three briquets for the hell fire.

John!

Hey John!

Sando Kid!

Come on!

Kid!

But that's John! In handcuffs!

There are some left for you, too.

- John and his accomplices. - Yes. I arrested them.

What, arrested? They're dead!

I stuck to the warrants. They say dead or alive.

- And these turkeys? - Ah yes.

These turkeys.

I caught them in memory of a friend who's no longer with us.

I'm sorry for your friend.

- Peace for his soul. - What, peace?

Peace for his soul! He's alive and fit as a fiddle.

- Hey Kid! - Hello Captain!

- Where did you clean up this time, huh? - John and his band.

Occupational accident.

They'll feel sorry for them in Heaven.

Ah, come on, these bandits will all go to hell.

For the archive.

So...

This license, Captain. You promised me that one.

Sure. You'll spend your holidays in your area: Springfield.

And keep on working?

Well, let's just say, you'll take a little care of order there.

We've been told that a group of adventurers...

got comfortable around there and acts like a wild bunch.

And if I'm not mistaken, you'll also meet an old friend there.

Have fun. I'm sure, you'll wangle that wonderfully.

That's what I expected, Captain.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

In good or bad - even Turner was convinced.

Now we'll go after the land of Ballor...

with the grassland and the river. Then the hills of Barton and Carson.

And I can assure you that it won't take very long.

As soon as the railroad work begins, it'll all belong to us.

But if somebody doesn't agree? Doesn't want to sell?

Every person's got a sore spot.

Find the weakness of your enemy and he's in your hand.

Old Indian lore.

But even if this weakness was only a matter of price...

where will you get the required money?

That's why I teamed up with a banker.

The bank of Springfield... is rather modest.

How am I supposed to offset more than I have already?

That's a problem that doesn't apply to me.

You work it out.

That's 2,000 dollars, Morris.

Fine.

The contract is signed. The land belongs to Grayton.

Done.

His best wishes, Morris.

You and your sons, you made a good deal.

Mr. Grayton is very thankful, sheriff.

It's all much more proper if a notable witness is present.

On the horses, boys! Let's go!

Hey, you forgot something!

A notable witness. I didn't expect anything better.

You saw that they threatened us.

I wouldn't do that, if I were you, oldie.

Take the sales contract.

The money, Grayton.

It all has to be legal. Right, Sheriff?

You've seen it, I bought it and I paid for it.

Mr. Grayton does nothing illegal...

when he asks you to sell your land to him.

Yes, but he forces us with violence! He's a blackmailer!

He advised me to sell, very worried about my health.

About mine, too. Like he cares about it in any way.

- It seems to amount to... - No sale!

You may not give in, not at any price.

We can revolt against them with violence...

- if we stick together. - What kind of violence?

- They're shooting! - So?

- We'll defend ourselves. - Calm down, there are laws.

Don't take the law into your own hands.

Give the matter some time and you'll see that everything will work out alright.

Yes. To Grayton's advantage.

He says, our land is worth less than what he's offering to us.

- But keeps on buying it. - Whatever he wants to do with it.

Anyway, I swear on the life of my son: He'll never get mine.

Well, fine.

I really don't want you to be offended.