Dynamite Jack

Fernandel in the movie:

DYNAMITE JACK:

The Terror Of Arizona

Hey, Frenchman! You've arrived.

And you see, nothing happened.

Why, nothing happened?

And what is this, a toothpick?

We are almost drowned and burned.

Where are you, my beautiful France?

Stop whining about

your beautiful France.

Why did you leave, anyway?

- That's none of your business.

Hey! I'll tell you: I'm here

to find my friend Jules.

Jules Lavisse.

I want to get rich, just like him.

Here, your bags.

Why throw them on the ground?

- Because you have arrived.

Arrived? Where? Where is that city?

Where's Widows Canyon?

At the end of that path,

behind the hills.

Hey, wait...

They have just left me

behind, in the desert.

Behind those hills?

Thank you.

Strong stuff, but good.

I've finally arrived.

Do you know Jules Lavisse, please?

Could be.

-Where can I find him?

- Lavisse?

Just a second, let me think...

See that big rock yonder?

- Yes.

Go there and turn left. You'll

find him. You can not miss it.

Thank you.

- It is the third grave.

- The third grave? Thanks.

The third grave?

But that's impossible.

- Oh, you're right. It's the fourth.

- Unbelievable.

He was married.

It brought him no luck, though.

Oh, there it is.

"Jules Lavisse

killed by Dynamite Jack"

You must be the widow Lavisse?

My sincere condolences, ma'am.

He was such a good husband.

- Oh, yes!

I am Antoine Esperandieu.

- Mrs. Lavisse.

He had become a Mormon.

- Mormon?

He was married with many wives.

Jules, old boy. Several women...

That was fatal...

I apologize.

He was such a good friend. He

had probably told you about me.

Antoine... Antoine Esperandieu.

But, yes. He had invited me

and asked me to stay with him.

- That is no longer possible.

Emilie.

What now?

- Do not get discouraged, stranger.

Think of your friend.

Who died in the harness.

In the harness?

- Like a hero.

He shot well,

but not fast enough.

No one is fast as Dynamite Jack.

That's the proof.

"John O'Brien killed

by Dynamite Jack"

Tell me...

Who is that Dynamite Jack?

That's him.

Bunch of savages! Ruffians! Bandits!

Calm down or you could end up

just as your friend Lavisse.

So, no more talk?

- He talked too much.

What a country. Where's the police?

Having a siesta? Unbelievable.

Another one of the family.

- They will kill us all.

He drew first.

- Unfortunately, Sheriff.

Everyone has seen it.

- No investigation?

Cowards! You're all cowards.

He drew his gun first, all right.

But he was the only brave one.

Nobody dares to resist Dynamite,

not even the law.

That's right, Sheriff. It is strange:

if there is shooting, you're never here.

I am an old man, and I am alone.

Who wants my star? You perhaps?

You, Charley McGregor?

You? Or you, Larry Schultz? No?

It's a good job.

10 $ per week for

maintaining law and order.

We are peaceful people

and you must protect us.

Do you pay taxes?

And you, Charley? And you, Mr. Pickett?

- Stop babbling, Scotty.

The old man is no good anymore.

We should call the Army.

Good idea. Saddle your horse

and go to Fort Chiricahua.

Alone through the desert.

With all the risks.

Amidst the insurgent Apaches.

You are all cowards.

Excuse me, Mrs. O'Brien.

But I can not interfere.

Your husband has been killed,

and now your brother.

I have wife and children.

- Me too. I also have a child.

I want him to grow up in a country

where the law is not ruled by a colt.

Where people are proud and free...

and don't look away when a

woman tells them the truth.

Pancho, saddle my horse.

- Si, senora.

With your permission, Mrs. O'Brien,

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