Lawless Frontier, The (1934)

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[COWBOYS WHISTLING]

COWBOY: Woo hoo!

COWBOY: Hiya!

[g*nf*re]

-Throw this pack on the

front, I will throw it behind.

[g*nshots]

[CATTLE LOWING]

[g*nf*re]

COWBOY: Woo hoo!

-Hiya!

Get up!

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[g*nf*re]

-Come now, the plan is

to fire, vamoose, pronto!

The rangers will come.

COWBOY: Get up!

[WHISTLING]

COWBOY: Woo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.

Hiya!

Woo!

Ah!

Rope her!

Get up!

-Dad!

Dad?

-This trail has been

used but yesterday.

I wonder where it

does lead, andale.

-You're home early, Pop.

-Yup, ain't no

need to staggering

around out there any longer.

The old claim's

petered out, Ruby.

I reckon we better

head for town.

-Well, that suits me all right.

How would you like me

to make you some lunch?

-And am I hungry.

Say, I could eat a whole pan

of beans, including the can.

[LAUGHING]

-One horse, one mule.

There is water there.

We may need this place.

Stay here.

Buenos dias, senor.

I hope I do not intrude.

-Now listen, hombre.

I don't talk no flowery

language and I'm

too tired to make any bows.

So, let's get

right to the point.

Who are you?

And what do you want?

-h*, h*, h*, h*.

You amuse me greatly, senor.

I am come but to beg

permission to water my horse.

You see I am your neighbor.

-Neighbor?

-Si, senor.

I live but a few

miles beyond you.

My name is Don Yorba.

-I ain't refused anybody

any water, so help yourself.

-You're very kind, senor.

Do you live here alone?

-Sometimes!

This is our neighbor,

Don Yorba, Ruby.

-How do you do, Mr. Yorba?

-This is an unexpected

pleasure, senorita.

-You'll have to

excuse me please,

I've got some

things on the stove.

-Si, senorita.

You have but one horse?

-Yeah.

-Tomorrow, senor, in exchange

for the use of the water,

I will bring to the senorita

a thoroughbred pony.

Is it a bargain?

-You're welcome to the water,

suit yourself about the horse.

-It will be here tomorrow.

Adios, amigo.

There is plenty water.

Also, a very young and

beautiful senorita.

Tomorrow we bring a horse

to carry her away on.

-Yeah, what about the old man?

-The boys will attack the

place, I will rescue the girl.

And the old man, well, it is

too bad, but he will be k*lled.

Just another tragedy,

just another romance,

in the life of Pandro Zanti.

Oh, Grandy!

-What's wrong, child?

What happened?

-There were three of them.

They're going to take me away.

And they're planning

to k*ll you.

-There, there, now don't cry.

Just tell what you heard.

-So he's Pandro Zanti, eh?

I got to get you out of

here right away, Ruby.

That grinning lizard's

liable to be back, anytime.

Let me see, now.

I got it.

I know just what we'll do.

Come on!

-I think maybe it is best

we get some of the boys

in the yards, and

return today, no?

When I signal, you'll

know what to do.

Oya!

Amigo!

They have smelled a

rat and have vamoosed.

-Hello, Yorba.

Heading for town?

-I bring the horse,

but I find you gone.

-Was Ruby there?

-I have seen no one.

-Shucks, she must have

been up at the spring.

See, I gotta go to

town for provisions

and had to leave her behind.

-Bueno, you will, perhaps, bring

me some bacon and flour, no.

I would pay you well.

-Give me a horse and I'll

load him down for ya.

-And in return for

this, I will take

good care of your granddaughter.

-Well, I certainly

appreciate your kindness.

-Michael, the horse.

-So long.

See you later.

-The old fool.

We will not only get his

provisions, but ours as well.

Come, I go to carry

away my new romance.

-They'll be watching us, Ruby.

We gotta keep going.

-OK, pop, I'm all right.

-We gotta cross the river.

-Go ahead, I'll get

out of this trouble.

-Give me the glass, Joe.

-There's a girl in the

pack, and I can't swim.

-The girl, she was in the pack!

RUBY: Uh!

-Son, them's renegades

after my girl.

And I'd sure

appreciate your help.

-Certainly, old timer.

It's only three miles to town.

Come on.

-Well, I guess we're safe,

Ruby, thanks to the stranger.

-You suppose he's all right?

-Well, I sure hope so.

He'll be coming for his

horse soon, I reckon.

Some animal.

-Looks like a thoroughbred.

-He is a thoroughbred, ma'am.

-Well, stranger, I

guess Ruby and me

just about owe you our lives.

-Ah, you don't owe

me anything, but tell

me, what was it all about?

-Well, sir, this morning a

stranger rode up to the house,

and he says to me, he says--

-A stranger butted

in and they got away.

-Ride back and get

the rest of the boys.

We have very important

business in town tonight.

-And sure enough,

they trailed us.

I convinced them that

I'd left Ruby behind.

Everything was all right

until we crossed the river.

-Well, what was this

stranger's name?

-Call's himself, Pandro Zanti.

-Zanti!

DUSTY: Yeah.

-If I'd only known.

I'd like to meet

him, face to face.

-Well, son, I can

fix that up for you.

In return for your

kindness today, I'll

take you right where

you can find him.

You see, I got a cabin down

on the edge of the town.

You can put up there.

Besides, I want you

to meet the sheriff.

-Now this man, Zanti, is the

worse outlaw the state has ever

known, half white,

half Apache Indian.

He poses as a Mexican,

speaks the language,

but he's not a Mexican.

-The town's about deserted.

-Bueno, go ahead.

I will be waiting.

-Now I think the best

plan is to split up.

Make temporary camps about 10

miles apart along the desert.

We're sure to spot

him sooner or later.

-John Tobin, here,

and me were heading

out that way in the morning.

-Well, $5,000. is

worth going after.

[g*nshots]

-Hey, everybody, duck!

Don't open that door.

-I'm giving orders here.

[g*nsh*t]

SHERIFF: Stop there,

or I'll plug you.

So it's you, ay?

What do you got here?

And how did ya get it?

-What difference does it

make, as long as I've got it?

-Might make a lot of difference.

I'll take charge of this.

-Nice, agreeable, and

appreciative sheriff

you got here.

-Yeah.

He started off all right,

but he's sure gone to seed.

-Now, boys, I'm

suspicious of Tobin.

How did he know it was Zanti?

And how come he got this

money without getting shot?

I'm going to keep an eye on him.

He and old Dusty are heading

for the desert in the morning.

I'm going to take a couple

of boys and follow them.

He might lead us right to Zanti.

I tell you, I

don't trust nobody.

-Well, here it is, son.

Pretty comfortable, too.

Come here!

-Well, an old mine tunnel.

-It leads to the trail up above.

Might come in mighty handy

sometime in case of trouble.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

-Hi there, Dusty.

Seeing as you got

plenty of water,

and this being

government ground,

I reckon I'll stay right here.

-What a pleasant place

this is going to be.

-Well, your friend, Tobin's

been gone five days now.

Wonder where he's eating?

-Took his grub with him.

-Yeah, mighty funny,

him skipping out of here

without us knowing about it.

Didn't leave no trail either.

-Well, he likes to work alone.

-That's his excuse.

Dusty, you ain't smart.

Now ten to one if I

could have trailed him,

he would have led

me right to Zanti.

[g*nsh*t]

-Well!

-Better take charge of him

sheriff before I cheat the law.

-So I finally captured you, eh?

Come on!

I reckon that will hold you.

-I'm not so sure.

-This is my business.

I ain't never lost

a prisoner yet.

-Heh!

You never had one to lose.

-The boys will be back

the day after tomorrow.

We'll be taking you into town.

You've been slick, cunning wolf,

Zanti, but I finally got you.

-You forget, Senor sheriff,

wolves run in packs,

and mine is not far behind.

-I gotta get going, Dusty,

because I got a growing desire

to go over there and

break him to pieces.

-I know just how you feel, son.

Tell Ruby I'll be home

in a couple of days.

-All right, old-timer.

[g*nsh*t]

-Dusty?

-Drop that g*n, Tobin.

Unbuckle your belt.

-Don't be a fool, Sheriff.

The man who did this

is getting away.

-Yeah, the man what done

this is right in front of me.

I had you figured

out right along.

Hmm, shot him in the head, eh?

What's this?

I suppose you deny that's yours.

Get your hands out here.

Come on, get moving.

[HANDCUFFS LOCKING]

Two of a kind, eh?

Own up, Zanti.

This fellow double-crossed you

and brought you in here just

to get the reward.

Is that it?

-You're very wise,

Senor Sheriff.

-Sure I am.

-Hello, boys.

Glad you got here?

Miller, run into town and

tell the boys I got Zanti.

And that ain't all.

Tobin, here, k*lled old Dusty.

Bring all the boys

you can get, we

might bump into Zanti's

g*ng on the way to town.

-OK, Sheriff!

-Hank, you stay here

and keep an eye on them.

I'm going to Indian

Springs and get Slim.

-Ah!

Ah!

-Look out, Hank!

[g*nsh*t]

[THUD]

-So that's how you got

away to k*ll Dusty.

-Your deductions are much

better then the Sheriff's.

-Ah, I knew you

did it, all right.

You're the only one that

could have taken my knife.

What did you come back for?

-To wait for this opportunity.

Soon you will be

with your friend.

And there will be only two left.

The Senor Sheriff and his

men will return from Indian

Springs, I will be in ambush,

then Zanti will go free.

Senor, pleasant dreams.

-Dusty!

-There's two horses ready.

Easy now, son.

-Drink your fill,

Zanti, it's poison.

-If go back without him,

my reputation is ruined.

And they're holding

him a prisoner over

at your old place.

-But I just can't

believe he did it.

-Sheriff caught him

right in the act.

Sure sorry, Miss Ruby.

-Mighty strange how

they broke out of here.

I know, Zanti got

out, broke the chain

that held Tobin, overpowered

Hank and then shot him.

I always knew them

two was in cahoots.

-It's the girl.

Why not stop her?

If their holding Pandro we'll

make them exchange prisoners.

-No one to take care of you.

-It seems to me you're

doing very well.

-Must be Zanti's g*ng.

We've got to race for it.

-The girl and hombre that got

Pandro are just ahead of us.

Come on boys, we've

got them trapped.

-You ain't getting

no where this time.

Hands up.

-Just a minute there, Sheriff.

Don't faint you, old fool.

I ain't dead yet.

-But that shot, and the knife?

-Oh, shucks, I weren't shot.

And as for the knife,

it was only a scratch.

The fellow that

done it is inside.

Come on!

-Who's that?

-That's a dead man called Zanti.

He's the feller that knifed me.

[KNOCKING]

-What's that?

ZANTI HENCHMAN: Hey, fellas!

-Well, that's Zanti's g*ng.

Go ahead and let

him out, Sheriff.

We'll help you.

ZANTI HENCHMAN: Hey!

[KNOCKING]

Hey, fellas.

We're in here.

Hey, get us out!

-All right.

You men might just as

well know I got ya.

Come on out one at a time,

your g*ns in your holsters

and your hands reaching high.

Tie 'em up again' that wall.

Dusty, keep 'em covered.

-You betcha!

-Come on, get over

there, get over there!

-Hello, is this Sheriff Tobin?

-Yes, Mrs. Tobin,

this is the Sheriff.

-And what would Sheriff Tobin

like for his dinner tonight?

-Let me tell him.

Baked taters, big

juicy steak smothered

with onions, and a apple pie.

-Boy, will I go for that.

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