Django Kill... If You Live, Shoot! Page #4

Bastard!

Would you have an innocent killed?

I'm not killing anyone.

It has nothing to do with me.

It's your problem,

just like in the Book of Ezekiel.

Don't bring the Bible into this.

Nothing has changed, Templer.

I'm not giving you my gold.

- Coward! Thief!

- Stop, Templer, or I'll knock you down!

You'll pay for this.

Where are you?

When am I going to get my answer?

Calm down.

Serve yourself.

I'll be right back.

When can I get my damn answer?

Sorrow is waiting!

Do you really want to make him mad?

- Well?

- Nothing.

- He didn't give you his part?

- No, he refused.

So you're the sap who pays up?

- Would you sacrifice an innocent?

- What innocent?

What do you think they'll do to Evan?

He's just a boy.

- They're just trying to scare you.

- You're willing to risk it?

They can't know for sure

that you have the gold, you idiot.

Should we give up our share

for a moment of fear?

Deny it! Deny it!

Never admit anything. Deny it.

Here he comes.

Nothing to be done, Mr. Sorrow.

He says he's desperate,

but he doesn't have the gold.

He says he never had it.

He's begging you to spare his son.

I have a job for you, stranger.

You'll take the muchacho's corpse to his father.

Lister! You kill him.

Just a minute.

I think I know how the boy

could be useful to us.

I'll take care of the gold.

You really care that much about the boy?

Do you care about the gold?

All right. All right.

But you have to earn the boy's life.

You have to break his ropes

with a single shot

from ten paces away.

But I'll give you a handicap,

like they do with horses that run too fast.

First, you have to guzzle

halfa bottle of whiskey in one swig.

Are you in?

I want to see if you're a good drinker

as well as a good shot.

Besides, the muchacho

is well worth a bender.

Quiet!

Drinking is like praying.

A man needs silence.

That's it. Keep going.

Well done. You did it.

Now you have to shoot from ten paces away.

Everybody freeze!

Stand still.

He broke your hand.

You let him get you, you fool.

All right.

I can respect a man who's quick.

The muchacho is yours.

You've earned him.

Untie him.

What are you waiting for?

Our friend just saved his life.

He can go on living.

You're in luck, boy.

If you'd had to count on your father,

you'd be dead by now.

Now your life is worth a golden bullet.

What's with the long faces?

Come on! it's a party!

What's going on?

Evan!

- Who fired that shot?

- I don't know, Mr. Sorrow.

It was a gunshot.

Come on! Wake up!

I can't find my shoes.

- Where did the shot come from?

- Outside.

From the stables, Mr. Sorrow.

What happened?

- It looks like a stupid accident.

- He was playing with my gun.

- This accident was intentional.

- I'm sorry for you, stranger.

Last night you saved his life,

but he gave up on becoming a man.

- What kind of man?

- A man willing to live without fear.

A man who never shies away from anything.

He chose darkness and silence.

The job I offered you is still open.

Take him back to his bastard father,

and tell him I want that gold he's hiding.

Or else my boys will soon

pay him another visit.

I'll take the boy, but I doubt

I'll be of much use to you.

I'm sure you will. it's in your interest.

Pablo, prepare his horse.

- Can you see anyone?

- Not yet.

Why is it taking them so long?

Well?

The stranger is bringing him.

- But what happened?

- I have friends up at Sorrow's ranch.

It seems that it was

a tragic accident, Templer.

My God, Flow.

He's here.

Go on. Take him.

Leave him.

Leave him.

Make room on the table.

- Calm down, Templer.

- My poor son.

I'm sorry.

- What's the matter with you?

- He was disgusted by such a father!

Hold him.

- Beat him up!

- Help me, Billy!

- What got into him?

- The stranger started it.

He has no respect

for a father's mourning.

- We should kick him out once and for all.

- That's right.

You'll have to give up that gold, Templer.

You'll have to give it up.

Are we going to let him leave,

just like that?

No, not now.

There are too many people.

They don't know you can't leave this town

as long as you still have bullets.

You have many yet to shoot.

Once you've shot the last one,

you can tell us the truth.

I think the two of us

have something in common...

the same enemy.

Templer is a dangerous man.

He's violent.

He's threatened me more than once.

Why don't you come in?

This is my house.

I don't think the houses in this town

are very welcoming towards guests.

My house is different.

If a stranger is tired

from a long journey, he must rest.

Please, come in.

Why is it so important to you?

Because I'm afraid.

I've been threatened.

You can shoot.

I need protection.

I'll pay YOU-

Come.

Come.

Make yourself at home.

I do everything myself.

I have no servants.

I don't trust them. Servants steal.

If you only knew this town.

Go on, eat.

It'll do you good.

I'll treat you well if you stay.

You may not believe me,

but I've helped everyone here.

And now I'm afraid.

An honest man can't sleep

in peace in this town.

Do you live alone?

Unfortunately, yes.

Well, it's as if I did.

There's always a woman at the window.

- Oh, so you've seen her.

- Yes.

She's my wife,

but it's as if she didn't exist.

She's crazy.

I have to keep her locked in her room.

She wouldn't hurt anyone,

but she's lost her mind.

She's like a child.

I'm especially afraid for her,

if something were to happen to me.

Sorrow's men are raiders.

They'd find my house very tempting.

As for Templer, you've seen for yourself

what kind of man he is.

Besides, he lives openly in sin.

Maybe that's why the Lord's hand

punished him by killing his son.

You know, he's not married

to that woman Flow.

They've always caused a scandal

by living together.

Is it good?

Do you like it?

I want out!

I want out!

Do you hear that?

She always does this.

Poor woman.

What a mess.

Okay. Find the stranger and kill him.

He mustn't see another sunset.

Those two Indians are a nuisance.

We have to find an excuse to provoke him.

Do whatever you want, but I want

the stranger dead by tomorrow night, okay?

All right, sir.

I'll take care of it.

Here you go.

It's a good bed.

Don't leave me alone,

and don't fall asleep.

Did you hear that?

Like this.

Don't turn it off.

You can rest and still be alert.

I'm sleepy.

I'm sleepy, and I'm going to sleep.

I want to leave early tomorrow morning.

Good night.

I said good night.

So you're really here.

I heard your voice, steps, noises.

Don't you recognize me?

Yes, I saw you at the window.

I was signaling to you,

but you didn't understand.

What were you trying to tell me?

That you had to leave, get out of here.

This is no place for you.

You're different from the others.

You can't stay in this town.

You, at least, must save yourself.

- Save myself from what, death?

- No, from something much worse.

Living here is terrible.

Look at me.

- What's your name?

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