Hands Up Dead Man, You're Under Arrest Page #3

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The three big ones and

also the small one over there.

Be careful, there are some

very fragile things in it.

- A room.

- Yes, Mister, a nice, quiet room.

- There you go.

- I have to sign?

You're welcome.

Sando Kid. You are Mr. Kid!

We knew each other as kids!

What a fine snob you became.

I was at university,

learned good manners.

- But your family doesn't live here anymore.

- Yes, I know.

But I wanted to see this place

again for nostalgic reasons.

Accompany the gentleman, gargon.

To the big appaltement.

Fleur de Loca -

for men.

Yes!

Are you using it, too?

I sell it.

I have it here with my samples.

Good day.

I'm delighted, Miss.

Kent! Bring us something to drink.

To welcome him.

Here you are.

Nice, nice.

All refurbished in here.

We gave way to everyday life

as quick as possible.

Well. The village,

in contrast, stayed the same.

Almost lethargic. Quiet and undisturbed.

Nothing happens most of the time.

Come on, people,

what are you waiting for?

You sorry bunch of cowards!

Get out, you wusses!

I'll settle the score with Grayton!

My son is dead!

They've beaten him

to death to get my land!

Come on, come with me!

Help me!

Let's go!

You're just like a

bunch of sheep!

Let's go!

I'll catch every single one of you!

You gutless dogs!

Seems like something

is finally happening.

You'll all meet the same

fate as my son!

Grayton!

Let's bring it to an end.

- I'm here to kill you.

- Why?

Because I paid a lot

of dollars for your land?

That doesn't have anything to do with it.

You killed my son.

And now I'll feed

your cadaver to the hyenas.

The time of your

opression is over.

- Defend yourself, you worm!

- I'm ready.

But are you sure

that you will kill me?

Try it.

Shoot!

Show us, bigmouth.

Come on!

Barton...

May God have mercy on your soul.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Oh Lord, once again I have to

bury someone who drew to late.

If you buried my sins,

I could do the job.

Kid!

Thank you, oh Lord!

Bamba!

Hey! But you're

disguised as a monk!

And you? Why are you walking

around dressed that lightly?

Where did you leave

your gun, my son?

After all the things I taught you -

the whole effort was for nothing!

You better take care of

a good Christian, brother.

Forget these bandits - they'll end up

hopelessly in the arms of the devil.

He does his job and I can see

that he does it with great conviction.

It was more than a fair fight

and I was the quicker one.

You too, saw how it went.

No, I didn't see

anything at all.

The others must have seen it.

- What happened?

- He insulted me.

- Everybody heard it.

- Almost everybody.

I, for example,

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