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Faux papiers - False colors - 1943 - George Archainbaud

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:applaudis_6: GEORGE et HOPPY formèrent un bon duo et feront pas moins de17 westerns.

Encore une fois nous allons retrouver notre BOB comme de bien entendu le mauvais garçon…..et HOPPY en noir évidemment tiré à 4 épingles. :roll:
Que voulez vous dans un ranch on ne se sali pas…si à peine, les mains…. Mais voila j’adore HOPPY et BOB !... :horse:

:sm57: Nous revoici pour une nouvelle aventure dans le Ranch B-20

L’henchman Sonora (GLENN STRANGE) Imageet son complice galopent à bride abattu dans les paysages de LONE PINE.
Du haut d’un rocher ils surveillent et tendent une embuscade au convoi de bétail mené par nos trios
HOPPY, JIMMY (JIMMY ROGERS) et leur sidekick California (ANDY CLINE).Image
Ces derniers sur le chemin du Down Town rencontrent leur ami Kit ( TOM SIEDEL).Image
Mais voila le Down Town est une taupinière de scélérats où sera commis l’assassinat de Kit par Sonora.
Celui-ci veut lui dérober les titres de son ranch pour son patron véreux Mark Foster (DOUGLASS DUMBRILLE) Imagequi dirige la ville avec ses hommes de mains.
Il mettra alors en place un imposteur et sosie de Kit dans le ranch de sa sœur Faith (CLAUDIA DRAKE).Image
Nos trois héros concocteront quelques pièges en commençant par mettre une belle raclé dans le saloon à Rip Austin (BOB MITCHUM) Imageet vlan !..Le voila KO (fin du round en 2minutes et 3 secondes) :lol: et en simulant aussi un séjour en prison pour menacer le sosie afin de démasquer le véreux Mark Foster…
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Si ça intéresse quelqu'un, voici le dialogue :

- Guard these to come up, California, we’ll make camp here.
- Alright, I’ll go tell the boys. Alright boys, we’re calling it a day!
- Man, is that good news! My stomach’s been arguing with me for hours!
- Mine too.
- Why you young knock-heads, always yelling for your nursing bottles!
- But we’re still growing, aren’t we?
- Course, you wouldn’t understand that, you’re all through. You stopped sprouting years ago!
- I stopped sprouting? I ain’t growing? Why, you young… that young done sure told me off.
- They’re basing camp, Lefty.
- This is our chance.
- That grub ain’t ready for us soon, I’m gonna eat the harness right off of them horses. Or the horses.
- So it’s us young who are always yelling for our nursing bottles, eh?
- A man’s gotta eat, ain’t he?
- Where’s Bud? What’s the matter with him?
- I don’t know Hoppy; he sure seems down the dump.
- Come to think of it, he’s been mighty short on conversation lately.
- Hm… What’s the matter kid, you look like you lost your best friend.
- I’ve been thinking about tomorrow, Hoppy. After we drive the heardsinto the pens at the railroad yard my job will be over!
- O, so that’s what’s worrying you, eh?
- Yeah. I’ve been mighty happy at the Bar20.
- You know, it’s generally pretty quiet around until next round-up time.
- Yeah, I know, but won’t you let me stay on, guys? I don’t care anything about wages, I’ll work just for my keep. I was kicked around plenty until you took me and… your ranch has sort of become home to me and… I hate to think of leaving.
- I think we can figure something out.
- Gosh, Hoppy!
- It’s alright, kid. You three go back to the chuck wagon and fill up! I’ll get down the road bed and stand guard. You know, we’re still in the edge of Badland.
- I’ll do it, Hoppy!
- Alright.
- Great, we’ve got him alone.
- Sounds like Bud might be in some trouble!
- Come on!
- Eh, let’s get back to camp.
- Well, I guess we’d all better stand guard that danged wrestlers is up to try it again.
- I don’t think they were wrestlers.
- You mean those bushwhackers was aiming to cut the kid down?
- Kinda looks that way. I don’t think two lone wrestlers would tackle a herd that size.
- That’s just what I was thinking, Hoppy.
- Bud, have you any enemies you know of?
- Why, no!
- You’d better get back to camp, you’re too good a target out here. We’ll stay here and stand guard.
- So long, doggies, don’t you cry, you’ll be juicy T-bones bye and bye.
- Come on, you take the other boys and finish lower. We’ll go to the bank.
- Buck Wilson!
- Well I see old Jed Stevers is still here.
- Yeah.
- Red Railbone Jenkins!
- What’s he selling?
- That’s a town post master, he’s trying to get rid of some unclaimed letters.
- Yeah, every time a trailer comes to town he pulls the town cards stuff.
- Hi, again.
- Howdy, howdy, howdy.
- How’s it going?
- Rotten. These con signed unclaimed letters are pouring in so fast, I almost go the post at home.
- Bud Lawton!
- Hey, Jed! Did you say Bud Lawton?
- I sure did!
- Well, i twill be an awful shock to you! You got a customer.
- Good for me!
- Here he is, right here.
- Here it is, sonny! And by the mess of writing on it, it’s been following you from Hades to breakfast.
- What is it, kid?
- From a lawyer in my home town.
- Bad news?
- My dad’s dead.
- Oh, that’s too bad.
- You see, I left home when I was just old enough to mount a horse. I couldn’t see things my dad’s way. Now I wish I…
- Where is your home?
- The Poncho district, diamond hitch.
- The diamond hitch? Say, I’ve heard of that stretch. Must be a whopper.
- Yeah, it’s one of the biggest in the section.
- Looks like you have your hands full now.
- I know it’s a crazy thing to ask, but… well…
- Go ahead, you’re among friends!
- Yeah, I know, that’s why I was gonna ask you maybe you three would come along with me.
- O, we’d like to, but we got to think about the Bar 20.
- Yeah, but it would be just long enough to try to help me get things started. You see, there’s only my sister there now.
- Sister? Hoppy, we can’t let Bud down! It’s only right to help out a pal.
- Help out a pal, eh?
- Oh, well maybe we can think of something. We’ll talk over after I pay off the boys.
- Pardon me. Is there a lawyer in town?
- Sure, right over there on the corner.
- Thank you.
- Come in. Oh.
- How are you?
- What do you want, young fellow?
- I want to have a partnership agreement drawn up, please.
- Well, sit down, sit down then.
- Thank you.
- Nice day, eh?
- O, fine!
- Just a minute here now… now where is that pen?
- It’s behind your ear.
- I know it is, I know it. Now, what names you want written down here?
- Hopalong Cassidy, California Carlson, Jimmy Rogers and Bud Lawton. Nola Cherry Glee and two thirds of the Diamond hitch in Poncho County.
- Now wait a minute now, just hold your horses. Slow.
- Hopalong Cassidy
- Hop-along Cass-idy. Now I see that you are sober and apparently in your right senses, I’d say that you are being pretty generous! These fellows must be mighty good friends of yours.
- Three of the very best, mister.
- Yeah, well, sign here. Where are the other fellows?
- I’ll go round them up.
- Yeah, alright.
- Alright, keep moving buddy.
- What’s the matter?
- I’m what’s the matter, just keep walking and be careful.
- You fellows are a bit previous, aren’t you? I haven’t been paid off yet. Hey, what is this?
- Gonna find Bud, get a bite to eat and hit the sack.
- Yeah.
- It’s the kid! Somebody get a doctor! Quick! Bud. Bud! It’s Hoppy.
- Hoppy.
- Bud, who got you?
- I don’t know Hoppy. Strangers. One of them was left handed.
- Who’d want to kill that boy? He never hurt nobody.
- What is the matter?
- O! That’s too bad. It’s a good thing he signed them papers!
- What papers you talking about?
- Say, do you three fellows happen to go with the names of Hopalong Cassidy, California Carlson and Jimmy Rogers?
- That’s right.
- Jade Griffin is my name. I’m the lawyer here in town. I wish you fellows would come over to my office.
- Where is your office?
- It’s just around the corner, over there.
- Be over a little later.
- Yeah come in.
- You wanted to see us about something?
- Yes, the boy wanted me draw that up just before he was shot.
- Bud’s giving us two thirds of of his ranch.
- He has?
- Here you are. Sign it.
- We can’t do that Hoppy, we can’t take it from Bud.
- No, that wouldn’t be right!
- Ordinarily we wouldn’t, but there’s a special reason why we’re going to.
- Special reason?
- Here you are.
- After I have this recorded, where do you want it sent?
- Address it to Hopalong Cassidy and mail it to Poncho.
- Poncho?
- Yeah, I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of over there.
- Hoppy, we ain’t leaving until we nail the two skunks that god Bud!
- We’re not gonna find them around here!
- You think that agreement had something to do with it?
- I don’t know yet, but I got an idea the hunting will be better in Poncho. Thank you very much.
- Yes, it’s alright. Thank you.
- Bye.
- Goodbye.
- Me too, thank you very much.
- Thank you.
- Well, so long boys.
- So long, Hoppy. Eh? What do you mean so long?
- I said I had some unfinished business to take care of over in Poncho. You two better get back at Bar20 and look after things.
- But Hoppy, you forget that Bud was our pal too!
- Keen wreck, by gravy you’re right around that, Hoppy.
- No you can’t.
- Well, looks like me and California will have to go alone then.
- That’s right. Let’s go Jimmy.
- Wait a minute. You’re ganging up on me, huh?
- That’s the way she’s danced!
- Alright you two rebels, come on!
- Now on that Denton trip, no slip-up of any kind, you’re sure of that.
- You can lay all your bets on it, boss.
- His three friends cramped our style a bit the first time, but we finished the job in town for certain!
- Those three friends you speak of, no kick-back from them?
- No, they’re past history. The kid just worked for them. Chances are they forgot all about him the minute he was planted.
- Alright. Now one last word, remember all of you: we’re playing for big steaks; mighty big steaks. An empire of cattle and land! The diamond hitch is not only the key ranch, but they control the water privileges of the entire district. Once I take over I’m clamping down. No more free water. That means that the other ranches will dry up like dust and blow away.
- Then all we have to do is step in and grab the valley for ourselves.
- Right.
- But old Sam had mentioned something about that water question in his will.
- Yes. There was a clause specifying the water rights be kept in force, but that only applies to the heir or heirs. Not to a new owner. The minute the Diamond hitch changes hands that provision becomes null and void.
- Certainly got to hand it to you boss, the whole thing is fool-proof.
- Maybe. But don’t forget! No matter how fool-proof a thing might be, one wrong move will wreck everything. So be on your toes all of you. I’m riding out now to get everything ready. I’ll pick up the Lawton girl on the way back. You have judge Stevens on hand.
- I told you to lay off that suff.
- Oh, what do you want me to do, I’ve been going nuts talking to myself.
- Well, your waiting time is over the day you become Bud Lawton, the missing heir of the Diamond hitch. Are you sure you have everything straight?
- Everything, I’ve been studying that guy’s habits so long I’m beginning to think I am Bud Lawton.
- Well, you look enough like him to fool even his sister.
- Hm, I hope so. You know Foster, you’re a neat skeemer. You’ve put me in two thirds owner of the Diamond hitch. Pretty soon you will buy me out on paper. Then you start working on the girl for her one third.
- That part won’t interest you. You’ll be paid off and on your way by then.
- You know, I’ve been thinking.
- Suppose that girl finds out about her brother’s death.
- She won’t. I’ve taken steps to see that no word will reach her.
- Well that eases my mind a lot, you know a stretch in the pen don’t exactly appeal to me.
- Yeah well, clean yourself up. Wait about an hour then ride into town, come to my office.
- Ok.
- Well boys, we’re about there. It might be a good idea if we rode into town separately and kinda played strangers while we have a look around.
- Howdy miss Lawton, it’s a might happy day for you!
- I should say it is! I can hardly believe that my brother is coming home at last!
- Yes ma’am.
- Hello, Judge Stevens.
- How are you, Faith?
- Mr Foster, are you sure Bud’ll arrive today?
- Well, here’s the telegram!
- Let me see. O, goodness I’m so excited I don’t know what to do!
- Excuse me gentlemen, did Ms Lawton say that her brother was coming home?
-That’s right. And we’re all on hand to give some lucky kid a real welcome.
- That’s fine. Thank you.
- Say, did you hear what I heard?
- Yeah, I don’t get it; must be something wrong with my ears. How can Bud be coming here when…
- Shh…
- Hey, can you tell me where Mark Foster’s office is?
- I bet you’re Sam Lawton’s son.
- You’re righ!
- Well, welcome home, son, welcome home!
- Thank you! Thank you very much! Glad to see you.
- Your ears doesn’t fool you.
- Nothing escapes me, I’ve got good ears like a mule.
- Something to that, too.
- We’re sure glad to have you back here.
- Thank you.
- Hello there! I’m Mark Foster, I presume you’re Bud Lawton?
- That’s right.
- Glad to see you, son.
- Thank you.
- Come inside.
- You can’t take him yet Foster, we’ll taking him over to Laugh’s chance to do a little celebrating.
- I’m afraid that will have be put off, his sister’s waiting for him.
- Sorry, boys!
- Hoppy I think I’m going loco. First I hear things, now I’m seeing them.
- Ease down, will you, looks like we ran into something.
- Fait…
- Bud, oh Bud.
- You’ve sure grown up, Faith. I wouldn’t have known you in a crowd.
- I wouldn’t have recognized you either. But then it’s been almost ten years since you left the ranch.
- Yeah… a lot enough to make a lot of changes in people…
- But you’re home now Bud; to stay. And that’s all that matters.
- You remember Judge Stevens, of course.
- Oh… oh, I’m sorry judge, I…
- It’s alright. I understand. Glad to see you back.
- Well, judge I’m satisfied as executive of the state to turn everything over to Sam’s children.
- Very well, I’ll proceed at once with the necessary legal matters.
- Now you two better run along. I suppose you’re anxious to get out to the ranch.
- I should say I am!
- Bye!
- Hello Bud!
- Don’t forget now, you are all invited to the party tonight!
- Thank you, we’ll be there!
- Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s get that dang faker and killer.
- Not so fast. There’s no argument about him being a fake, but to the other I’m not so sure.
- But Hoppy, it’s clear as day, that fellow learned of Bud’s inheritance, cut him down and how he’s trying to grab it for himself.
- Well, maybe and maybe not. I got a feeling the boy isn’t in this alone.
- You mean somebody else is pulling the strings?
- My hunch seems to run that way. At least we’re not tipping our hands just yet.
- What’s our next move, Hoppy, I’m just itching for action!
- Ease down, you old fire-eater, if I’m not far wrong you’ll get plenty of action. And soon! Come on.
- Doesn’t it feel good to be home, Bud?
- It certainly does, sis. The place looks just the same!
- No, not the same. Daddy…
- Yes. Yes, I know.
- Bud, but I hate to bring up unpleasant things on your first day home, but it’s serious. You see, most of the men have quit, I’ve been almost frantic trying to run this place all alone. But now that you’re back, I know everything’s gonna be alright.
- Jumping horn toads, what a spread! You could ride for months and still be on the Diamond hitch ranch!
- Imagine Bud leaving all this!
- Kinda hard to understand. After all, he’s just a kid. Maybe a little stubborn. Ride over there to those men and ask the way to the ranch house. What’s all the shooting about, boys?
- I don’t know, there’s too much going on to suit me.
- That goes for me too!
- To bad, we kinda hoped we could get a job around here!
- That won’t be hard! After we go, we’re driving to get our pay that is going around as a target.
- Hoppy, this mess is spreading like a Texas twister.
- Yeah, and it gets more twisted all the time.
- Bud!
- Hm?
- Haven’t you noticed anything?
- No, what?
- Don’t you remember? Your quirt!
- Oh, yeah! Yeah!
- You were so mad the day you left, you rode away without it.
- Yeah, I remember. Dad gave it to me.
- Don’t you remember Bud? I gave it to you! It was a birthday present.
- Forgive me, Faith. I guess my mind was on this mess the ranch is in.
- I know, dear. I know just how you feel.
- You know sis, I think it would be a big mistake for us to try to hang on to the Diamond hitch.
- You mean you want to sell it?
- It’s not that I want to, but what is there to do? I’m only thinking of you! I don’t want you to lose everything.
- Bud, dad made me promise that we’d never let go of the Diamond Hitch. Why, he spent all of his life here! This place meant everything to him! And besides, every rancher in the valley depends on our water supply. And Bud, Bud, the last thing that dad said was: “tell your brother not to let our labourers down”.
- But we’ve got to think of ourselves first! Without men to stand guard we’ll be robbed blind! That organised band of wrestlers is too strong!
- I know that now that you’re back we’ll be able to get help! Oh Bud, don’t you see the men need a leader? They resent taking orders from a woman!
- It’s not only that Faith, I’ve been on the go to much to settle down anymore.
- Bud, I’ll never agree to sell the Diamond Hitch!
- I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do to prevent it. Remember, I’m two thirds owner.
- Hello boys.
- Ms Lawton, we want our time, we’re quitting.
- Won’t you please stay? You’re the last three on the ranch.
- I’m sorry miss, my mind’s made up.
- What seems to be the trouble, Faith?
- Bud, the boys want to quit. Say fellows, this is my brother Bud.
- Hello.
- He’s going to take charge from now on.
- Nothing he can do to stop that bush-whacking.
- I don’t suppose there’s any chance of persuading to change your minds.
- We’ll gladly pay you a bonus!
- Money is no good for you when you’re six feet under the ground. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- You see Faith, it’s hopeless. I ran across a prospective buyer on the way up here, I’ll get in touch with and close the deal.
- Oh, but Bud!
- Beg your pardon. I understand you’re picking on some hew hand.
- I’m afraid you’ve come at the wrong time, the ranch is being sold. However, it might pay you to get in touch with the new owners later on.
- Thank.
- He’s sure working fast. Figuring he can make a quick sell-out and then the moose.
- Yeah…
- Excuse me, Ms Lawton, I’m Hopalong Cassidy.
- How do you do?
- These are my friends, California Carlson and Jimmy Rogers.
- Howdy miss.
- Hello!
- How do you do.
- Of course, you don’t know us, but we acquainted with your father. So when we heard of his death we came at once to see if we can be of any help.
- That’s awfully nice of you, Mr Cassidy, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do.
- Maybe there is. I just overheard your brother saying that he was going to sell the ranch. I gather it will be quite agreeable.
- I’m not. But there’s nothing I can do! You see, he’s two thirds owner.
- Maybe I can change his mind.
- I’m afraid it’s hopeless. Bud won’t listen to me, he’s own sister! So what chance does a stranger have?
- Your father used to listen to me. Maybe I can convince his son.
- Alright Mr Cassidy. You go ahead. I’ll be grateful for anything you can do.
- Good. Now you mind telling me who’s handling the estate?
- Jed Stevens.
- Fine. California and I will go back into town. Jimmy can stay here and look after the stock. Oh, do you mind if we come to the party tonight?
- Of course you may!
- Thank you!
- I’ll take care of everything, Hoppy! Hello there, how are you?
- Fine, hello.
- And by the way, please don’t say anything to your brother about our conversation.
- No, I won’t. Thank you.
- That Jimmy’s sprinting like me in my younger days.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. You know Hoppy, the gals used to fall all over themselves trying to…
- To get away from you.
- Yeah… Get away from me?!
- Come on, get that old crow-bate moving, let’s get into town!
- Crow-bate?! Insensitive…
- I thought I told you we weren’t taking on anyone.
- I have something to say about that.
- Mr Roger’s a stay.
- Boyfriend, eh?
- Please…
- I’m gonna take a look around the place.
- You know, I kinda disdain him, but Bud doesn’t seem like my old brother. Why, he’s… more like a stranger…
- Well, you know, he…
- What did you start to say?
- I wasn’t gonna say anything, just I don’t want you to think that I took offence in what he said. Matter of fact is, I’d like such an arrangement.
- Aren’t you a little forward, Mr Rogers?
- Well Hoppy always told me to put my best foot forward.
- Both feet?
- Honest, I wasn’t trying to be fresh.
- That’s alright. I’m sure that any friend of Mr Cassidy’s means well.
- There it goes again. Hoppy this, Hoppy that. Man woman and beast, they fall for him like a ton of brick.
- Well, he is very nice. However, don’t look so glum Mr Rogers, I’m saving my second dance just for you this evening.
- Second dance? That’s swell. Second dance? What about the first one?
- O, that’s for Mr Cassidy.
- While I’m in here talking, see if you can find anything about that left-handed gunslinger.
- I’ll do that, Hoppy.
- And don’t get into trouble; I can’t be with you every minute.
- Doggonit Hoppy, you treat me like I was a low-ride cab. I can take care of myself any day, without any help from you.
- Oh, sure…
- Remember that!
- I will!
- Come in!
- Oh. You judge Stevens?
- Yes.
- I’m Hopalong Cassidy.
- How do you do, Mr Cassidy, won’t you come in.
- Thank you.
- Have a seat!
- Thank you.
- What can I do for you, Mr Cassidy?
- It’s about the Lawton estate.
- Yes?
- By the way, how long have you known Bud?
- Ever since he was born. His father was my very best friend.
- Is that so? It’s a nice boy, isn’t he?
- Yes, he was. But I don’t know… when he returned today… well, he acted almost like a stranger. Something about him was different.
- You noticed that, eh?
- Yes. But I suppose time changes all of us.
- Yes, I guess it does. But… there seems to be a slight misunderstanding about who will own the ranch.
- Oh, I don’t think so, Mr Cassidy, everything is settled.
- Well, maybe, but maybe I can explain what I mean. Just before we left Denton…
- Run a chance.
- Help him boys.
- Well, I’ll just have to raise then.
- Good play.
- That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! It’s fantastic! Utterly fantastic!
- But it’s true, every word of it.
- Well, I hope you have something tangible, some proof to back up your story.
- I accept the partnership agreement on the day staged.
- You intend to make use of it?
- I certainly will if it will keep that fake brother from getting the ranch!
- Then Mark Foster must be informed immediately!
- For the time being I’d rather we kept this just between ourselves.
- But I’ve already returned the papers to him! He must be told. Why, he’ll go ahead and turn over the estate to this impostor!
- Don’t worry about that, I’ll see that he doesn’t.
- Yeah, but why wait? Why not expose this boy immediately?
- Not now. I’m convinced that the boy is small fry. Any move at this time might disturb the big fish.
- Oh, I see! Well I certainly do appreciate your coming over, Mr Cassidy.
- Thank you.
- Did you make it?
- Wait a minute, you can’t bluff a man with a packed hand, you didn’t fill!
- I’ll break every bone in your body!
- Take your dirty hands off of me!
- Yes siree! I’m sure now that he can take care of himself.
- I’m just going to run you out of town, that bump steer, you old goat, now get out of here, clear out of town. Go on.
- This is the end of the line.
- You stay out of this.
- I could look for myself. You had enough? Well? Say it.
- Say what?
- O, that I’m just a helpless old fool fit for the bone yard.
- That’s about right.
- Yeah… eh?
- Well, you just said so yourself.
- Shuck, so I did. Darn it, I must be getting soft in the head as well as in the carcass, running myself down that way.
- Don’t take it so hard.
- Let’s go see if that partnership agreement came in.
- Boys, watch this!
- Well, who worked you over?
- Some strangers. From the looks of them, I’m pretty sure I ran into those fellows some other place.
- You mean them three from Denton?
- No, they were only two of them, but they fit your description to a T.
- I believe I can account for the third one, the young fellow. He’s at the ranch! The three of them showed up there looking for work.
- Work? They didn’t come here looking for work. I thought you’d said there’d be no kickback!
- Well, there’s nothing that can’t be cleaned up now.
- Well, get up and do it!
- Better watch out for that big fellow’s right, it comes at you like the hind leg of a mule.
- He won’t get a chance to use it.
- Boss, I don’t like the looks of this. Things are getting too hot to suit me.
- You ready to tuck a table between your legs and play “Jackrabbit”?
- No…
- Now don’t worry… I’ll finish with you and have you on your way in no time. Now this is what I want you to do tonight at the part…
- I wonder if the other two will show up.
- Sure itching to meet up with that fellow. My nose still hurts.
- Yeah? Not in there.
- Wanna dance?
- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.
- You’re welcome.
- Mr Cassidy, I’m so glad to see you!
- Now’s a good time to make that announcement.
- Friends! Friends, I… I have something rather unpleasant to tell you. I think you ought to know that my sister and I are disposing of the Diamond Hitch.
- Boy, I hope you know what that will mean to these ranchers!
- You mean about the water rights?
- Your dad always took care of us with that, son. Without his help we couldn’t have existed.
- Yes, I know. I’ll do everything I can to try to persuade the new owners to continue the arrangement.
- Who you selling to, Bud?
- A large Eastern syndicate, they don’t want me to mention any names until the deal is closed.
- Well, I’m afraid you’ll all have to excuse me, I have to leave immediately in order to meet the syndicate’s representatives at the County’s seat in the morning. Good night.
- Just a minute.
- What do you want?
- I’m afraid you’ll have to hold up the sale of the ranch.
- What are you talking about?
- Suppose you explain what this is all about.
- I think this will explain it.
- Why, this is a full way partnership covering two thirds of the Diamond Hitch rach.
- Yes, and it’s signed by Bud Lawton.
- I never signed any such paper!
- I didn’t say you did. I said it was signed by Bud Lawton.
- Mr Cassidy… what do you mean?
- Ms Lawton, I held back telling you this as long as I could, but… Bud was shot down in Denton. This man isn’t your brother.
- You must be drunk or crazy!
- A little water.
- Keep your head, you fool! Say nothing. I’ll handle it. Let me see that.
- Here’s some water for you.
- Thank you.
- I’m sorry I had to be so blunt about telling you…
- I understand Mr Cassidy. I understand.
- Now, suppose that we get back to your story. Why was Bud Lawton killed and by whom?
- Well, I’m sorry, I don’t know!
- Maybe I can supply the answer to both those questions. This partnership.
- What do you mean?
- People don’t go around giving ranches away.
- Of course you’re right, sheriff. This man and his friends are impostors! They’re trying to rob Sam Lawton’s children!
- I told you the truth and you can verify by getting in touch with the authorities in Denton!
- Well, I’ll have to lock you three up until I have time to investigate your story.
- Afraid you can’t do that, sheriff! I’ll relieve you of that too.
- Come on boys, spread out!
- Some of you get behind the barn!
- Where’s California? California! Look at his head. Come on, get him up. There we are. Alright sheriff, I got to get this man to a doctor, his head’s badly cut.
- We’ll take care of him. Get to your horses.
- Take it easy, California.
- Let us take care of him, sheriff, it will save you the expense of a trial.
- Yeah, we know how to handle these own racers that are trying to rob Sam Lawton’s children.
- Never mind, the law will take care of him. Get on your horse, Cassidy.
- Coffee and donuts. Donuts and coffee! Doggonit… for two pence, I wouldn’t eat them! Can’t we have some meat once in a while? How are we gonna get out of this place?
- Your guess is as good as mine! You did insist on coming along. Listened to me, and you’d be at the Bar20 instead of in here, guests of honour at a neck-tie party.
- We’ve always stuck together.
- Sure…
- Well, it’s handy together!
- That’s a pleasant thought.
- Did I say hang?
- Of, hello Clem! How are the wolves down at the saloon doing?
- Howling plenty! Ripping the boys have got them worked up to the point where they’re yelling for ropes! Them threes is as good as stretched.
- Yes, well we’ll use the temper of the town’s people as an excuse. But we’re going to handle this a little bit differently.
- Mr Cassidy! Mr Cassidy! Mr Cassidy!
- Hello there!
- Hello. Mr Cassidy, I wish there was something I could do to help you!
- Well, that’s very thoughtful, but you just sit tight and don’t worry too much about it.
- Sure, you just take it ea… don’t worry about it?! Why, I can feel the noose around my neck already!
- Get down. Sit down and take your boot off.
- My donuts.
- Come on, hurry.
- Well, we had our dance anyway.
- Yes we did.
- You’ll be doing the next dance at the end of a rope!
- Yeah, never mind that, come on!
- Now look at that! Them socks was guaranteed. Forever.
- Forever!
- Mr Lawton. Don’t let anyone threaten or bully you into selling the ranch. The going gets too tough, this partnership agreement will block them. Judge Stevens will tell you how to use it. After it’s served its purpose you can destroy it.
- Come on.
- You mean you’re letting us out?
- Yes, and hurry it up, that mob’s gonna be here any minute. You can make it out the side door, your horses are in the alley.
- You’re a fine man, sheriff!
- Well, I don’t want the deaths of 3 innocent men on my conscience.
- Yours.
- Hurry it up boys, we haven’t a minute to lose.
- Don’t open that door! I think it will be safer if the sheriff went with us.
- No, I can’t!
- Take a look out there, California.
- There’s a couple of fellows out there that… the left handed gunslinger!
- Sure. Nice little death trap he had set for us.
- You mean that mob is out there waiting to plug us?
- That’s right, and our friend here hand in the report that we were killed while trying to escape.
- Let’s get them bushwhackers.
- Wait a minute, that won’t be necessary. He’s gonna save us the trouble. You’re gonna invite them in here.
- I can’t! They’ll start shooting the minute I open that door!
- That’s too bad, because I’m gonna start shooting if you don’t! Open it up!
- Don’t shoot boys!
- What happened sheriff, what’s the matter?
- Nothing. Come on in.
- Come right in boys, and join our happy little family. Get their guns. California, got to that front one and keep your eyes peeled. Get down there. Hold it. Who hired you to do that shooting down at Denton?
- What are you talking about? We’ve never been in Denton?
- No?
- Hoppy.
- Yeah?
- That fake brother just rode in.
- Keep them covered, Jimmy.
- He’s heading for Foster’s office.
- Sure. Out there to get his orders.
- You mean the banker’s mixed up in this?
- Up to his neck! That syndicate’s just a blind, Foster’s the main man behind the whole set-up! Lock them up, I’ll be back in a minute.
- Get in there. Get going!
- Alright, son. Come on, you’re taking a walk. Come on! Hold it.
- Foster, something must have gone wrong at the jail, we would have heard fireworks before now. What do we do if the sheriff slipped up?
- Well I provided a nice little scapegoat for just such an occasion.
- What do you mean?
- Kit Moyer.
- So that’s your name.
- So far Moyer’s the only one they can connect with this fake errand business. If he should be found dead with a revolver in his hand, the suppose suicide will be self-explanatory.
- And that puts us in the clear!
- You dirty double-crossers, trying to put all the blame on me! I’m ready to talk now, and talk plenty!
- Cassidy escaped from the jail! He shot down Bud Lawton! Tried to kill Rup and myself!
- Where is he now?
- He’s in my private office!
- Let’s go in and get him!
- Come out, Cassidy!
- Wait a minute…
- Cassidy! Come out or we smoke you out!
- Moyer! Moyer can you talk now?
- Coming out.
- I’m getting out there.
- I’ll go too!
- Hoppy!
- Lock the door!
- Can you talk now?
- Yeah, I think I can now. Yeah, I can.
- Wait a minute, boys.
- Looks like you got him, boys.
- Hold your fire, I’m coming out!
- Take it easy! Open that door!
- Go ahead and talk, Moyer.
- I’m not Bud Lawton. My name is Kit Moyer, they had the real Bud Lawton killed and got me to pose as the heir so that they can grab the Diamond Hitch for themselves.
- Who had Bud killed?
- Mark Foster.
- He don’t need us.
- Well Faith, it looks like you have enough men to run your ranch now and with Jimmy as a foreman, everything should go smoothly.
- Mr Cassidy, without your help I don’t know what I would have done.
- I’m glad we could help. Well, we’d better be getting along now, we got a lot of work to do at the Bar 20.
- I hope you’ll be coming back this way sometime.
- You can count on it! California and I got to check on your foreman!
- Goodbye, Jimmy!
- Bye Hoppy!
- So long miss Lawton.
- Cassidy!
- What’s the matter, you didn’t walk out on the lady, did you?
- She had enough help. I figured I was needed at the Bar 20.
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t'as oublié la traduction chris, mais tu peux nous la faire pour demain pas de souci cool :lol:
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Peut-être pas pour demain :oops: mais je vais m'y mettre :num1
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