Per Un Pugno Di Dollari (A Fistful of Dollars)

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You? You again? Get out!

Go on, I told you. Get out!

Go on! Go on!

Papa!

You filthy dog! You settle with me!

Let's go.

Welcome to you, seor.

My name is Juan de Dios.

I am the bell-ringer.

Why are you here?

To see the Rojos? No, not the Rojos.

Is it the Baxters maybe?

No, maybe not.

You want to get rich?

Well, it's the right place.

If you use your head.

That's because everybody here

has become very rich,

or else they are dead.

What do you want to buy?

Some guns? Liquor?

You don't buy, you sell.

You sell lead in exchange for gold?

You will get rich here. Or you'll be killed.

Juan de Dios tolls the bell once again.

Saludos, amigo. It's not smart

to go wandering so far from home.

I reckon he picked the wrong trail.

- Or he could have picked the wrong town.

- His big mistake was getting born.

You want any work,

lookin' like that,

ya could try bein' a scarecrow!

Oh, no! The crows are liable

to scare him maybe.

Hello.

Saludos.

You can't get rich like that!

At most, you will only succeed

in being killed!

We have enough trouble.

What are you looking for?

Food, somethin' to drink.

- Water's over there.

- No. No water.

Eating, drinking, killing.

That's all you can do,

just like the rest of your kind.

By the way, you'll have to mark this up.

I know, you have no money.

After all, you just got into town.

But if you don't mind killing,

you will find someone eager to pay you.

My roulette wheel.

That, too, was murdered.

No-one ever comes here to play.

We spend our time

between funerals and burials.

Yeah. Never saw a town

as dead as this one.

You will never see another like it.

- What's wrong with the place?

- We've had too many killings.

You have seen the women?

None of them are women, they're widows.

The place has only widows.

Here, you can only gain respect

by killing other men. So nobody works.

- Somebody doesn't share your opinion.

- Yes.

Saludos!

You know why Piripero looked you over?

To take your measurements.

He can do it with a glance.

You will be a customer.

I'm not joking. Those murderers

will make a corpse out of you one day.

That's why I want you to get out of here.

You don't want to stay in this cemetery,

finish up and get out.

I told ya I can't pay ya.

Be my guest.

But get out of San Miguel, will you?

- Where does that lead?

- The balcony.

Why are you going there?

Hey!

To have a look. Things always

look different from higher up.

But nothing's up there!

Go ahead and get out!

- Who are they?

- Hm. Bandits.

Bandits and smugglers.

They come down from Texas

to stock up on guns and liquor.

The cost is much less here.

They sell guns and liquor to the Indians.

Any town that sells guns and liquor

has gotta be rich.

Not the town.

Only those who buy and sell.

The bosses are the ones who clean up.

Somebody has to run the place.

Every town has a boss.

That's true, but when there are two,

I'd say that there is one too many.

Two bosses?

Very interesting.

Interesting is right. The Rojos,

three brothers who sell liquor.

And then there's the Baxters,

big gun merchants.

Ah, if I'm not mistaken,

you already met Baxter's gang.

Yeah, we met.

But you're lucky. They don't usually

limit their fire to the mule.

A man looks around for any reason,

Juan de Dios tolls the bell,

Piripero sells another coffin.

Two bosses.

They've enlisted all the scum

from both sides of the frontier.

And they pay in dollars.

Baxters over there.

Rojos there.

Me right in the middle.

Where you do what?

Crazy bell-ringer was right.

There's money to be made

in a place like this.

If you're thinking what I suspect -

I tell you, don't try it.

Which one of the two is the stronger?

Which one of them is stronger?

Well, the Rojos, especially Ramon.

Don Miguel Rojo, I wanna talk to you.

Don Miguel, I hear you're hirin' on men.

Well, I might just be available.

I gotta tell ya before you hire me,

I don't work cheap.

- Get three coffins ready.

- Huh?

Adios, amigo.

Stranger, didn't you get the idea?

We don't like bad boys like you in town.

Go get your mule.

You let him get away from you?

That's what I wanna talk about.

He's feelin' real bad.

Huh?

My mule. You see, he got all riled up

when you fired those shots at his feet.

- Hey, are you makin' some kinda joke?

- No.

I understand you were playin' around.

But the mule, he just doesn't get it.

If you were to all apologise...

I don't think it's nice, you laughin'.

See, my mule don't like people laughin'.

He gets the idea you're laughin' at him.

Now, if you apologise,

like I know you will,

I might convince him

that you really didn't mean it.

I saw it. You killed all four of them.

You'll pay, all right. You'll be strung up.

Who are you?

Don't fire a shot.

I'm John Baxter - Sheriff.

Yeah. Well, if you're the sheriff,

you better get these men underground.

My mistake. Four coffins.

Hey!

I told you I wasn't cheap,

but I think you'll find it's worth your while.

.. 98, 99, 100.

The rest when you're all done.

When do I start?

I'm not in a hurry,

at least for the moment.

With four less Baxters,

now is as good a time to start as any.

In a few days, a troop of cavalry

will pass through San Miguel.

And I wouldn't want the military

sticking their long noses into our business.

You seem to be well informed.

In these parts, a man's life often depends

on a mere scrap of information.

This thing couldn't have been

very useful to its owner.

My brother Ramon did that!

He often uses it for target practice.

With a gun in his hand,

no-one stands in his way.

The armour is one of his favourite targets.

Naturally, when he doesn't have

anything better to shoot.

Well, I'll be kinda curious

to meet this brother of yours.

Ah, this is Chico,

one of the most trusted of my men.

Follow him.

He will bring you to your room.

I would like you to feel at home.

Well, I never found home that great.

Let's go.

Who's that?

Her name is Marisol.

You just forget about her.

This one will be your room.

You gave him 100.

We've never paid that much before.

Can you explain

why you have taken him on?

To have a filthy gringo here,

and to give him 100 besides?

We have never paid anybody so much.

You cannot leave someone like that

to do what he wants!

He might do anything

and I want law and order in this place!

If that is all you want,

there is a much cheaper way.

Just snuff him out.

And who will be the one? You?

Yes. Why not?

A shot in his back

and then you would have him

out of the way in no time at all.

Listen, I could do it easily right now.

He won't be expecting it,

and I'd get back the 100.

You are stupid, Esteban!

Even if you are my brother!

A bullet in the back and it is ended!

And what happens if your hand

should tremble and he's only been hurt?

With the cavalry arriving in town,

and that Yankee so quick on the draw...

- But I was only thinking...

- Don't think! You let me do the thinking.

Go and see the Americano.

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