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Okay, let me out.
Then climb off your tricycles and come in and get him.
Say, do any of you creeps know the way to San Jose?
If you ladies'll wait in the office, the sheriff'll bring you some paint.
Face is gonna pay.
A handshake isn't exactly a binding agreement.
Besides, I lost blood and I feel faint.
- I'm sorry, Doc. - Hannibal!
Here you go, B.A. A .44 for ya.
I'll be over in a couple of minutes.
- Yeah... He does? - He told me so himself.
Man, that old tub of lard can't stand up to my boys.
putting you in the closet was not my first choice.
Sheriff, if you ignore the obvious, you can get away with anything.
You're gonna eat it, Sheriff!
Yeah. I hear there's a lot of that goin' around. Right, brother?
Poor guy's just tryin' to do his job.
Face, you and Murdock put up that paper wall...
We have some M.P.s comin'up here to take you guys back home to your stockade.
You pigs want Jenko?
- Turn in? - Yeah. Gotta.
Hey, Sheriff, look.
And you're not goin' anywhere, either, Colonel.
So you were stuck in a closet for an hour. Big deal.
I don't understand. A motorcycle gang?
Because I got a feelin' you're gonna be leakin' from three or four holes in a minute.
One oughta do it.
Maybe tonight, early morning.
That won't be necessary, Sheriff. Now, keep your hands...
Try and cool him down for me, will ya?
We've come for our brother Sonny! Let him out, or we take this town apart!