Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il Page #5

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...in here. l've destroyed it all.

lt's a court-martial offense to imagine--

to dream of blowing it up.

A serious crime.

Even to think of destroying

that bridge is just....

Why not really blow it up, captain?

Yeah, captain, it's nothing.

Let's scare the hell out of them!

l've been dreaming about it.

l've even worked out a plan.

l sure have!

The best time is after the attack...

...when there's a truce

to get the wounded.

lf l could do it...

...l could save many thousands of men.

But what l lack is the guts.

They're beginning the daily slaughter,

right on time.

Captain! All companies

are awaiting your orders.

l'll be right there.

All right, friends...

...come along and enjoy the spectacle.

Companies!

Report!

Company B, ready!

lt looks like the captain is really asking

for a bullet in his guts!

l've never seen

so many men wasted so badly.

l've a feeling it's really gonna be

a good long battle.

The money is

on the other side of the river.

Where?

Amigo, l said on the other side.

That's enough.

But while the Confederates are there,

we can't get across.

What would happen

if somebody were to blow up that bridge?

Then these idiots would go

somewhere else to fight!

Maybe.

Doctor, quick! The captain's wounded!

Hurry, a stretcher!

Easy, now.

Get things ready.

A little of this will help.

Take a slug of this, captain...

...and keep your ears open.

What're you doing?

You realize we might be risking our lives?

lf l get killed, you'll never get your hands

on all that beautiful money.

lt sure would be a pity.

Can you help me live a little more?

l expect good news.

Why don't we tell each other

our half of the secret?

Why don't we?

You go first.

No, l think it's better that...

...you start.

All right.

The name of the cemetery is...

...Sad Hill! Now it's your turn!

The name on the grave is...

...Arch Stanton.

Arch Stanton?

Are you sure?

Sure, l'm sure.

lt'd be a lot easier with that.

Two can dig a lot quicker than one.

Dig!

You're not digging?

lf you shoot me,

you won't see a cent of that money.

Why?

l'll tell you why.

'Cause there's nothin' in there.

You thought l'd trust you?

$200,000 is a lot of money.

We're gonna have to earn it.

How?

l'll write the name

on the bottom of this stone.

The gun?

You pig! You wanted to get me killed?

When'd you unload it?

Last night.

You see, in this world there's two kinds

of people, my friend...

...those with loaded guns,

and those who dig.

You dig.

Where?

Here.

There's no name on it!

There's no name here, either.

You see, that's what Bill Carson told me:

"There's a grave marked 'unknown',

right beside Arch Stanton."

Go ahead.

lt's money! lt's all ours, Blondie!

lt's money! lt's all ours, Blondie!

You're joking, Blondie. You wouldn't...

you wouldn't play a joke on me like that.

lt's no joke. lt's a rope, Tuco.

l want you to stand up there,

and put your head in that noose.

Well, now...

...seems just like old times.

Four for you...

...and four for me.

Sorry, Tuco.

Hey, Blondie...

...you know what you are?

Just a dirty son of a...!

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