The Grand Duel (Il grande duello)

Hey, driver, can't you put the fear of God into those mules of yours?

I'd give anything for a bath.

You just don't worry about a thing, honey. We'll be there in a minute.

You lousy dirty...!

You low-down...!

And you can't even shoot straight. I'll...

Bighorse, is that you?

No, I'm Abe Lincoln

and this is a wheelbarrow, you dumb so-and-so.

It ain't safe to go into town.

A murderer escaped from jail down in Jefferson.

Seems he's hiding out around here somewheres.

The vultures already gathered.

He's got 3,000 dollars on his head.

You don't think we could get as far as the saloon, do you?

Nobody wants to work out in the west at all.

It's all killing and drinking and playing poker.

If you'll allow me, I'll...

You better stay where you are and don't let nobody get out.

Party could start any time now.

The man said that nobody was to get out.

I'm thirsty.

Hey, you! Stop where you are and put your hands up!

I mean it, mister. You wanna get yourself killed or something?

Hey, driver...

Let him go, Bill. He's just another one of them vultures.

Let him go, I said.

Gee, I thought we was meant to be stopping people.

You'd better stay under cover there now, sweetheart.

- Where are you going now? - Take it easy, nipper,

or I'll think you're out for the bounty too.

- Can't you read? - I'm thirsty.

I've already lost an eye in a gunfight.

Then use the other one to find a thirsty man some whiskey, friend.

Why don't you get us some grub and some whiskey?

And a rinse-off for the ladies.

Better make yourselves comfortable, folks.

I know these ambushes, yes, siree.

Once in El Paso I waited three days and three nights.

Someone spread word that Jesse the Kid was holed up there.

Well, there was 10,000 in silver on old Jesse's head.

That was good dollars in those days.

Must been at least 20 of them waiting for him, a gun in every corner.

Nobody wanted to leave.

They figured that if he was there, sooner or later he'd have to show.

Yep.

Three days and three nights.

Well?

Was he?

Seems so.

Only he was sitting in the corner pretending to wait

along with the rest of them.

How about a piece of that cake? Without the filling.

I'll bring the bottle too.

Can't you settle down?

Settle down, yeah.

Son of a gun, you're shooting at me?

Philip Vermeer, we got you trapped!

Philip Vermeer...

...you're under arrest.

Yeah? Maybe you're gonna die.

You might have had a chance,

but your gun's empty.

You get on out here and you won't get hurt.

What brings you this way, Sheriff?

I didn't think I was so important.

All we are after is the reward!

If you come out now, we'll forget the poster says

you're worth the same dead as you are on the hook.

We'll make an honest try to take you into Jefferson alive.

Sure you will.

We don't wanna kill you. Come out with your hands up!

Well, aren't you gonna let 'em have me, eh?

Justice will be done.

By bounty hunters.

I'm the one who's doing the hunting, Sheriff.

Ain't nobody gonna touch a hair on your head.

I'll guarantee that.

Me, Holk!

They'll kill you too, just to collect the bounty.

You got ten seconds, Philip Vermeer.

Throw out your gun and gun belt.

Do what he says.

Five seconds.

All this for a measly... 3,000 dollars.

I'm coming out.

If I'm not mistaken,

a sheriff can't collect the bounty from the bandits he kills.

I never kill for money.

Get outta the way, Sheriff.

You leave him to us!

It's a month or more we've been after his hide. He's ours!

Well, I'm sorry.

Possession is nine points of the law.

I can't take him on the stage like this. I need two horses.

I ain't wanting to obstruct the course ofjustice...

...but I know you for what you are, mister.

Since you got off of that stage,

you've been after the reward on his head like the rest of us.

Now you're turning into a bastard with a star on his chest,

just so you can screw us out of 3,000 dollars.

Maybe.

I still need two horses.

It's no fun riding along with a stiff.

Besides, now the man's dead, he ain't worth much to you.

Leave him here.

Take the news to Jefferson.

Then we'll bury him and everybody will be happy.

Be the first time a coyote wanted a body just so he could bury it.

Get under cover!

This bastard ain't worth a nickel. Leave him to me.

You know money is the root of all evil.

Filthy goddammit! You're letting him get away.

Get the horses!

- There! - Hey, hey!

Hold it now, darn it!

Gila Bend, folks.

Allow me, madam. I mean ma'am.

Thank you.

Miss...

Darn it, where did he go?

There he is! Turn back!

Turn back!

Holk, it was you saying go on up there!

- We'll get him around the next bend. - Sure. That's what you said before!

Hold! Hold!

One of them Indian tricks. He's under that horse or something.

Got a hidey-hole around somewhere, I'll bet you.

This here is about the only hole I see.

Take an awful small Indian to pull a trick like that.

You keep your eyes open, you hear?

The road to Silverbell ain't safe at all.

And that's why I need 5 dollars extra.

Here.

It was in Mexico, in the middle of the desert

and I had one of these right under my butt.

Three days and three nights surrounded by bandits who wanted that box.

How did it end up?

Never found out. They wanted the gold, not me.

What d'you mean? You didn't let them just take it, for God's sake?

Of course! For a lousy 50 bucks a month

I'm supposed to sit up there and get my head shot off?

Boys, take the strongbox back to the bank!

Hey, you! Give me back my money!

Mister, you just bought 5 dollars' worth of weak whiskey.

Here.

Belongs to one of them there bounty hunters.

I ain't never seen the likes of them around here before.

Sure hope we don't see 'em no more.

Say that again.

That's a Saxon brand. I've seen it on their horses too.

Well, if the horses don't break a leg

and if the wheels hold out

and the weather stays good and we don't meet up with any bandits

and if we take the main road, we'll be in Silverbell in five, seven,

eight hours.

We're going across the desert.

But we'll die of thirst. There's the horses and the women.

- It'll be night. - I find travelling by stage very uncivil.

You're wasting time.

Stop!

Hey, stop!

My horse died.

Can you give me a ride? I ain't no bandit.

Climb aboard, kid. Climb aboard.

Well, you heard what the Marshal said. Move inside, sonny.

You say that was...?

Well, come on!

I wanna go to Saxon City.

Come on! Keep talking and you won't go nowhere.

But isn't he's the one who...? Sheriff, will you tell us who he is?

Somebody.

Why don't you make the introduction, Sheriff?

Why don't you?

Philip Vermeer, jailbird, condemned to death,

wanted for murder.

The United States Government will pay 3,000 dollars

to whoever... cuts my throat.

Since you are forcing us to travel with a rogue, couldn't you tie his hands?

Don't worry, ma'am. I only kill nice people.

Bighorse! Wie geht's?

You wouldn't believe how happy I am to see you.

- I see they ain't run you down yet. - Here, I'll give you a little kiss,

just right on your... nose.

Silverbell! Eat, sleep and toilet facilities.

We were just about to heat up a little stew.

Come on in, I'll give you something to eat.

Three ladies, so watch your language.

Three ladies? Guten Abend, ladies!

Eins, zwei, drei... That's a nice one there.

Mister, mister, could you tell me where the...?

You mean the...? Ja, ja, it's here.

- In the stable? - What's wrong with the stable?

Look, it's big enough for five horses.

Did you really kill a man?

What difference does it make?

You don't look like a murderer.

And you don't look like a busybody.

Ach, now I know! You are Philip Vermeer

and you are the one that killed old Patriarch Saxon