Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il Page #2

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to be hung by the neck until dead.

May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Proceed.

Let's get the hell out of here!

What are you saying?

Anybody can miss a shot?

Nobody misses

when l'm at the end of the rope!

You never had a rope around your neck.

Well, l'm going to tell you something.

When that rope starts to pull tight,

you can feel the devil bite your ass!

Yeah, you're right.

lt's getting tougher.

The way l figure...

...there's really not too much future

with a sawed-off runt like you.

What do you mean?

'Cause l don't think you'll ever

be worth more than $3,000.

What do you mean?

l mean, our partnership is untied.

Oh no, not you.

You remain tied.

l'll keep the money,

and you can have the rope.

You filthy, double-crossing bastard!

Of all the stinking, dirty tricks--

The way back to town is only 70 miles.

lf you save your breath,

l feel a man like you could manage it.

Adis.

You filthy bastard! Come here!

Come here! Cut this rope off!

Get off that horse!

Get off that horse! You filthy coward!

lf l ever catch you...

...l'll rip your heart out and eat it!

l'll skin you alive!

l'll hang you up by your tongue.

l'll kill you! l'll kill you!

Such ingratitude, after all the times

l've saved your life.

You wouldn't leave me here....

Come back!

Wait! Listen, Blondie!

Hijo de una gran puta!

You filthy rats!

Maria.

ls that you, Bill?

Who are you?

What do you want with me?

Go on talking about Bill Carson.

l don't know him.

You were calling to him in the dark!

Where is he?

What are you gonna do?

l'll ask the questions!

Where is he?

Where is he?

That's enough!

l don't know where he is.

He packed his things ten days ago,

and went away with his unit.

They all left.

Which company? Where'd he go?

Third Cavalry, General Sibley.

They left for Santa Fe.

That's all l know. l swear!

l'm very sorry, but the store is closing.

Revolvers?

Revolvers!

Here's where l keep the best ones.

Remington, Colt, Farroute...

...Smith Wesson, Colt, from the Navy....

Jocelyn, another Remington, and this--

That's enough.

Cartridges.

-You wanna try the pistol, just step--

-Let's go.

Cartridge.

How much?

$20.

$50.

How much?

$100.

$200. lt's all l've got!

Come here!

This morning l heard the whole thing.

They say Colonel Canby's closing in

with his Northerners...

...and no later than tomorrow

that they'll be in the city.

That's why these Southerners

are getting out!

You see, as soon as these cowards hear

there are blue shirts around, they run.

-These rebels have no will to fight!

-Poor things.

They'll soon be finished.

We get rid of these bastards...

...then we begin making money

on those Yankees.

They carry gold, not paper dollars.

And they're going to beat the South.

Look, see that one with the white beard

sitting in the wagon?

General Sibley. He looks dead.

He's finally getting out of our hair.

Hooray for Dixie!

Hooray, hooray for Dixie!

Where's the owner of that horse?

Please, mister, sir...

-...a bad heart condition....

-Where?

The war has frightened me already.

l'm looking for the owner of that horse.

He's tall, blond, he smokes a cigar,

and he's a pig!

Where is he now?!

You leave him be! He doesn't know

who rides every horse!

You stay quiet, old hen!

Upstairs. Upstairs, in Room 4, seor.

Hear that?

You rotten criminals, how dare you?!

Your spurs.

There are two kinds of spurs, my friend.

Those that come in by the door...

...and those that come in by the window.

Take off that pistol belt.

lt's empty.

Mine isn't.

Even when Judas hanged himself,

there was a storm, too.

That could be cannon fire.

Cannon fire or storm,

it's all the same to you!

You ever see this before, my friend?

Throw it over the roof beam.

That's it.

And get on that!

That's right.

Now, make sure the rope is tight!

lt's got to hold the weight of a pig!

Now, put the rope around your neck!

Yes, very good.

lt's too big for your neck?

We'll fix that right away.

l have another system.

A little different than yours.

l don't shoot the rope.

l shoot the legs off the stool!

Adis.

...guilty of the following crimes:

horse theft....

And Shorty?

Sorry, Shorty!

Move, come on, let's go!

l don't know. As soon as l hit

the desert, l'm thirsty.

Burns, huh?

They say people with fair skin

can't take too much.

Like that, you won't

have to carry so much.

Where are we going?

Where?

Where l'm going, amigo.

Over that way.

Another 100 miles

of beautiful sunbaked sand.

Even the armies are afraid

to march through there.

Sibley's men are retreating up there.

Canby's men are coming here...

...but no one will set foot in this hell...

...except you and me.

One hundred miles. That's a nice walk.

What was it you told me the last time?

"lf you save your breath,

l feel a man like you could manage it."

And if you won't manage it, you'll die.

Only slowly.

Very slowly, old friend.

After you, please. Start walking.

Taking a rest?

Come on, Blondie, we don't have

very far to go. Only 70 miles.

Only eight and a half hours more

before sunset.

That's not too bad.

Come on!

And so, Blondie...

...it's goodbye.

$200,000 in gold. lt's yours.

Just get me water!

What's that you say?

Who the hell are you?

My name's Bill Carson now.

Surprise attack.

All dead.

My name is Jackson. Not Carson.

Yeah, yeah, glad to meet you, Carson.

l'm Lincoln's grandfather.

What was that you said about the dollars?

$200,000, all mine.

Was the Third Cavalry's.

Baker has nothing.

The gold....

l hid the gold. The gold is safe!

Where? Here?

Talk!

ln the cemetery.

Which cemetery?

On Sad Hill.

There's a grave by the....

Which grave?

Have a name? Have a number?

Come on, you dummy, talk!

There's no number.

There's a name.

lt's written.

Water!

You talk first, eh?

l'll give you the water later!

Sad Hill Cemetery, okay?

ln a grave, okay.

But it must have

a name or a number on it.

There must be 1,000, 5,000, you...!

Don't die.

Don't die! l'll get you water!

Stay there.

Don't move, l'll get you water.

Don't die until later!

Get away from there!

He's dead.

l'll kill you!

lf you do that, you'll always be poor.

Just like the greasy rat that you are.

lf l were you, l'd...

...keep me alive.

What did he tell you?

A name.

Name on a grave.

What name?

Blondie, don't die.

Don't die! l'm your friend.

Please don't die. Please! l'm your friend!

l'll help you. l'll help you!

Don't move. l'll be right back.

l'll get the water.

Don't die like that pig.

Water, Blondie?

Don't drink! lt's no good for you.

Feel better?

Blondie, what's the matter?

Please don't die!

l've got a very sick man here.

But we have no more beds here.

Let him have yours!

-Where is Pablo Ramirez?

-Padre Ramirez.

He is away at the moment.

He should be back any day now.

lt doesn't matter. For the moment,

we'll take very good care of my friend.

May God be praised.

ln case you didn't know it...

...God is on our side, too.

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