Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il Page #3
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- 1966
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Because he hates the Yanks.
Father, is he still breathing?
Yes, of course.
You're heavy.
All right, put a fresh bandage on him.
Put him in my cell.
Out, soldier. Out you go, come on.
Look out for him, please.
He's like a brother to me!
Father, did he speak?
Did he say anything?
Did he ask for me?
No, he hasn't spoken as yet.
But you mustn't worry.
He's both young and strong.
That's what's kept him going until now.
in a very short time.
Thank you, Father. You don't know
how much this boy's life means to me!
you'll be up and around in a few days.
You're very lucky to have me
so close when it happened.
Think, if you'd been on your own.
l mean, when...
...when one is ill...
...it's good to have somebody close by,
friends or relations.
Do you...
...you have parents, Blondie?
A mother?
Not even a mother.
No one.
You're all alone, huh? Like me, Blondie.
We're all alone in the world.
l have you, you have me.
Only for a little while, l mean.
lt had to happen now.
What a dirty rotten trick of fate!
We could have all that money
in our hands.
l must tell you the truth, Blondie.
ln my place, you would do the same thing.
lt's all over for you now.
There's nothing anyone can do anymore.
lt's my fault! Mine, mine!
l'll tell you one thing, Blondie.
lf l knew that my last hour had come...
...l swear, in my place, in your place,
l would do the same thing.
Yes, yes l would!
l would tell the name on the grave.
After all, what good is the money to you
if you're dead?
l know the name of the cemetery.
But you know how many graves
there are there?
Please.
Please, have a little.
Coffee? Please tell me the name.
On the grave.
lf l get my hands on the $200,000...
...l'll always honor your memory.
l swear it! l'll always honor your memory!
Come closer.
Tell me.
l'll sleep better...
...knowing my good friend...
...is by my side...
...to protect me.
"Tuco, water. Please, water."
But if l get that name from you,
l'll give you water!
All right, you dirty skunk,
get your ass off the bed!
Come on, come on, the party's over.
From the way the wounded
are pouring into this place...
...we better get the hell out of here
before we get caught up in the war.
This is something l have to look into.
lt'll only take a minute. Get moving.
-Where? This way?
-Yes.
Hey, Pablo!
Don't you recognize me?
lt's me, Tuco!
Let me embrace you.
l don't know the right thing!
l was just passing by here.
l said to myself...
...l wonder if my brother
remembers his brother.
Did l do wrong?
lt doesn't matter. l'm very happy.
You've seen me, Tuco.
Yeah, well, l'm very glad l came.
Oh, my uniform. lt's a long story.
Let's talk about you. lt's more important.
You look very well.
A bit thin, perhaps, but...
...you always were thin, eh Pablito?
What about our parents?
Only now do you think of them?
Nine years?
So it's nine years.
Our mother has been dead a long time.
Our father died only a few days ago.
That's why l was away.
He asked for you to be there.
But there was only me.
And you?
Outside of evil,
what else have you managed to do?
lt seems to me
you once had a wife someplace.
Not one, lots of them!
One here, one there,
wherever l found them.
Go on, preach me a sermon, Pablo.
What good would that be?
Just keep on the way you're going.
Go away.
The Lord have mercy on your soul.
l'll go, l'll go. While l'm waiting
for the Lord to remember me...
...l, Tuco Ramirez,
brother of Brother Ramirez...
...will tell you something.
You think you're better than l am.
Where we came from,
if one did not want to die of poverty...
...one became a priest or a bandit!
You chose your way, l chose mine.
Mine was harder.
You talk of our mother and father.
You remember when you left
to become a priest.
l stayed behind!
l must have been ten, twelve.
l don't remember which, but l stayed.
l tried, but it was no good.
Now l am going to tell you something.
You became a priest because you were...
...too much of a coward to do what l do!
Please, forgive me, brother.
My belly's full.
Nice guy, my brother.
l didn't tell you
my brother was in charge here.
Everything, like the pope almost.
He's in charge in Rome.
My brother, he says to me:
"Stay, brother, don't go home.
"We never see each other.
"Here, there's plenty to eat and drink.
Bring your friend, too."
Whenever we see each other,
he never lets me go.
lt's always the same story.
My brother, he's crazy about me.
That's so.
Even a tramp like me,
no matter what happens...
...l know there's a brother somewhere
who will never refuse me a bowl of soup.
Sure.
Well, after a meal,
there's nothing like a good cigar.
Wake up, you!
The troops are coming!
Blue or gray?
They're gray like us. Let's say "hello"
to them and then get going.
Hurrah for the Confederacy! Hurrah!
Down with General Grant!
Hurrah for General...what's his name?
Lee!
God is with us
because he hates the Yanks, too!
God is not on our side
Prisoners of war...
...forward...
...march!
Form a single file.
Robert Clark.
Present.
Sam Richmond.
Present.
Bill Carson.
l said Bill Carson!
Hey, Blondie, isn't that Angel Eyes?
All right, what's he doing? Sleeping?!
Yeah, and you better be Bill Carson.
That's me!
Please, Carson.
Answer, "Present" !
What are you, deaf?
Now, suppose you say "present," Carson.
l like big fat men like you.
When they fall, they make more noise.
And sometimes they never get up.
Wallace...
...that's enough.
Sergeant!
The captain wants to see you right away.
Be sure these two get good treatment.
Hey, Blondie, did you hear that?
Good treatment!
For the last time, sergeant...
...l'm telling you...
...l want the prisoners
treated as prisoners.
No more brutality!
There's hundreds of prisoners out there
and only a few men to guard them.
What am l supposed to do?
l have to have respect!
l think that you'll manage to gain
their respect by treating them better!
Are our men treated that well
in Andersonville Camp?
l don't give a goddamn
what they do in Andersonville!
While l'm in charge here,
the prisoners are not to be...
...tortured...
...or cheated...
...or murdered!
ls that an accusation?
Sergeant, gangrene is eating
my leg away...
...not my eyes.
l know the prisoners here are being
robbed systematically.
l know there's scum around,
or bivouacked near the camp, waiting...
...for someone to deliver this loot.
But as long as l'm commandant,
l won't permit any such trickery!
Am l clear?
Yes, sir.
Just as long as you're the commandant.
Yes, sergeant.
l know this leg means
l won't last very long...
...but l pray l can manage
to have enough time...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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