Hands Up Dead Man, You're Under Arrest Page #2

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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.

The party is not over yet.

I'm sure that his father...

can be convinced now.

Mr. Barton is coming.

With your permission.

We were expecting

you, my friend.

- Where is my son?

- There's only one little formality left.

5,000 dollars for a piece of land

full of rocks and stones.

I must be crazy, seems like

I blustered into it too much.

But a promise is a promise...

- Come on, sign it.

- Where is he?

Sign it before I change my mind.

Make yourself comfortable.

These are the witnesses -

the law is represented as well.

Please.

MY song

Father!

Father, I've...

Here's your son, as I promised.

Absolutely intact - apart from a few

scratches and minor damages in transit.

Ah... my luggage, please!

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