Django Kill... If You Live, Shoot! Page #3

What about us?

Please, don't be weak.

- You have what you always wanted.

- Don't worry. I'll be ruthless.

Finally, we'll get married.

I'm tired of being your mistress.

Of course, we'll get married.

- Will you sleep with me tonight?

- No, not tonight.

I'm busy.

Listen.

He stopped pacing.

I should get twice as much as you.

- Are you crazy, Templer?

- But I discovered the gold.

Who helped you hide the bags?

Who caught the mules?

- I could have asked someone else.

- Oh, really?

What about all the money I've loaned you

over the years that you've never paid back?

Hagerman, I've made investments

that benefited the whole community.

You more than anyone, with your business.

I transformed this hellhole

into a prosperous, civilized town.

Besides, I've always paid you the interest.

Well, I have my merits too.

I've always defended our morals,

and you know it.

I've never tired of preaching

the fear of God and the law.

But we're not talking about merit.

In equal shares.

Or do you want a fight,

and I'll send Sorrow's men after you?

Blackmailer! Thief!

Don't insult me, Templer,

or you'll regret it.

You're a cockroach.

I can't wait to crush you.

Equal shares, I said!

Equal shares!

- I disagree.

- I don't care if you disagree.

This gold belongs to both of us,

and I won't be extorted by you.

We'll see about that.

Do you dare to threaten me?

- You're not getting anything.

- I'm taking my share.

- We haven't decided what your share is.

- Yes, we have.

- Leave it.

- You can't stop me. it's mine too.

- I said, leave it.

- I want what's mine.

Nothing is yours.

Who is it?

- May I come in, sir?

- What do you want?

I have a favor to ask you.

You woke me up.

- Is it full daylight?

- Yes, sir.

Well, what is it?

Aren't you going to say anything?

I want to ask you to take me with you.

With me?

- Where?

- Anywhere.

You've reminded me

that I'll have to go somewhere too,

but I don't know where.

You're good with a gun.

You can go wherever you want.

Take me with you.

Guns are useless, kid.

- Why do you want to leave?

- I don't want to stay in this house.

Or in this town. There must be

someplace better in the world.

Yes.

A few times, I've seen someplace better.

Well? Please, take me with you.

I can't.

I have to stay here,

right here in this town.

I'm sorry.

What's your name?

Evan!

- What's going on?

- Look at what your son did to me!

All the new dresses

you brought me from Denver.

He hates me.

He's a criminal. He'll end up on the gallows

like those men out there.

- Calm down. I'll buy you more.

- I don't want them!

- You always forgive him.

- It's not all his fault.

- You hate him too, Flow.

- That's not true!

- He hates me!

- Calm down. I'll punish him.

Help me get them down.

We knew you wouldn't forget your brothers.

It is well done.

They've been complaining all night.

The air was cold last night.

So, will you tell us?

- What?

- What it's like on the other side.

You've been there. Is it true

that the great pasture is full of bison?

They say the pastures are free and rich,

and that there is no more fighting.

Hey, you!

Listen to me.

Who told you to cut down those corpses?

You think you can do

whatever you want? No, you don't.

We're in charge here,

not the first mangy vagabond who walks in.

They'll hang there until they fall to bits.

This is a town of gentlemen.

We like order.

They have to set an example

and rot on the gallows.

Here's your 500 dollars.

Take it.

Take my advice and get out.

We don't like strangers, all right?

We don't like Indians,

and we don't like strange people.

We're all family men,

and we like everything in its place.

We like wholesome living, so get out!

I'm talking to you.

The great pasture isn't free.

And there's fighting on the other side too.

Then you'll need a horse.

Run, muchacho ! Faster!

Run, run!

You can catch him!

The black one!

Well done, charro!

You caught him.

Quick, tighten the knot!

- Hold the horse, Sugar.

- Calm down, boy!

- Let me go!

- Don't let him get away!

- Where are the others?

- They're coming! Down there.

- Hold still, or else.

- What are you waiting for? Tie him up.

- Help!

- Damn horse! Hold him!

Que pasa? Damn it!

- Stop him!

Hold the boy!

Everybody stop now! Let him go!

Hey, stranger!

Come here.

Want to know what the deadliest disease is?

Sticking your nose in other people's business.

I didn't think this was business.

- I thought this was a game.

- It is a game.

The muchacho is our guest.

We've invited him to a party.

It will be a nice family affair.

It's not easy to refuse your invitations.

Well, in that case, you're invited as well.

I saw you shooting in town.

You're a good shot.

You can't afford to waste much ammunition

with those expensive bullets.

- They're only for special occasions.

- We'll give you plenty of those.

If you're looking for work,

come to my ranch.

What do you say?

Why not?

We can always work something out.

Pull it tight.

Don't be afraid to hurt him.

- Pedro!

- Yes, sir.

Take a horse, as fast as you can.

Go and see his father at once.

Tell him I want all the gold he stole

from those stupid bandits he killed

in exchange for the life of his son.

All of it, down to the last ounce.

Run and tell him right away.

I'll be waiting to hear what he says.

Right away, sir.

A horse!

Muchachos, we'll all be rich!

What do you think, my friend?

I have faith in fatherly love.

He'll end up paying.

Meanwhile, our muchacho

will be the belle of the ball.

Jonathan!

What are you waiting for?

Where's our food?

Here it is. The food's ready.

- Finally!

- Beautiful!

- Good for you, Jonathan.

- Let me kiss it!

Get your knives.

Stop, behave yourselves.

You sit here, stranger.

I like you,

and I want you next to me.

See how I treat my muchachos?

Aren't you tempted to join us?

Come on, get back.

I want a thigh.

- Leave that piece to me.

- Give it here!

Eat and drink, and soon enough

you'll feel like one of us.

The pleasures of the table

open the door to the senses,

the senses to brotherhood

and brotherhood to manly actions.

I'd call them criminal actions.

Holding a mere boy prisoner-

ls there anything more manly than crime?

Don't tell me you haven't tried it.

You're too good with a gun.

Yes, I've had certain friends.

If you've committed

any half-decent crimes with them,

perhaps you understand me.

Eating, drinking

and contemplating your victim.

There's nothing more sensual.

You can count on that.

My boys can feel it.

I've taught them well.

Look at how greedily they eat,

how thirstily they drink,

and, mostly, how they look at the muchacho.

If I have to pay the ransom, so do you.

They've ta ken my boy.

What do I have to do with it?

Your son's yours, my gold's mine.

No one's touching my part.

We're bound by the same secret.

That's why we're partners.

- You have to pay too.

- No one has asked me for anything.

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