The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Page #3

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The war has frightened me already.

I'm looking for the owner of that horse.

He's tall, blond, he smokes a cigar, and he's a pig!

Where is he now?!

You leave him be! He doesn't know who rides every horse!

You stay quiet, old hen!

Upstairs. Upstairs, in Room señor.

Hear that?

You rotten criminals, how dare you?!

Your spurs.

There are two kinds of spurs, my friend.

Those that come in by the door...

...and those that come in by the window.

Take off that pistol belt.

It's empty.

Mine isn't.

Even when Judas hanged himself, there was a storm, too.

That could be cannon fire.

Cannon fire or storm, it's all the same to you!

You ever see this before, my friend?

Throw it over the roof beam.

That's it.

And get on that!

That's right.

Now, make sure the rope is tight!

It's got to hold the weight of a pig!

Now, put the rope around your neck!

Yes, very good.

It's too big for your neck?

We'll fix that right away.

I have another system.

A little different than yours.

I don't shoot the rope.

I shoot the legs off the stool!

Adiós.

...guilty of the following crimes: Horse theft...

And Shorty?

Sorry, Shorty!

Move, come on, let's go!

I don't know. As soon as I hit the desert, I'm thirsty.

Burns, huh?

They say people with fair skin can't take too much.

Like that, you won't have to carry so much.

Where are we going?

Where?

Where I'm going, amigo.

Over that way.

Another miles of beautiful sunbaked sand.

Even the armies are afraid to march through there.

Sibley's men are retreating up there.

Canby's men are coming here...

...but no one will set foot in this hell...

...except you and me.

One hundred miles. That's a nice walk.

What was it you told me the last time?

"If you save your breath, I feel a man like you could manage it."

And if you won't manage it, you'll die.

Only slowly.

Very slowly, old friend.

After you, please. Start walking.

Taking a rest?

Come on, Blondie, we don't have very far to go. Only miles.

Only eight and a half hours more before sunset.

That's not too bad.

Come on!

And so, Blondie...

...it's goodbye.

$ in gold. It's yours. Just get me water!

What's that you say?

Who the hell are you?

My name's Bill Carson now.

Surprise attack.

All dead.

My name is Jackson. Not Carson.

Yeah, yeah, glad to meet you, Carson.

I'm Lincoln's grandfather. What was that you said about the dollars?

$ all mine.

Was the Third Cavalry's.

Baker has nothing.

The gold...

I hid the gold. The gold is safe!

Where? Here?

Talk!

In the cemetery.

Which cemetery?

On Sad Hill.

There's a grave by the...

Which grave?

Have a name? Have a number?

Come on, you dummy, talk!

There's no number.

There's a name.

It's written.

Water!

You talk first, eh? I'll give you the water later!

Sad Hill Cemetery, okay?

In a grave, okay.

But it must have a name or a number on it.

There must be you...!

Don't die.

Don't die! I'll get you water!

Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water.

Don't die until later!

Get away from there!

He's dead.

I'll kill you!

If you do that, you'll always be poor.

Just like the greasy rat that you are.

If I were you, I'd...

...keep me alive.

What did he tell you?

A name.

Name on a grave.

What name?

Blondie, don't die.

Don't die! I'm your friend.

Please don't die. Please! I'm your friend!

I'll help you. I'll help you!

Don't move. I'll be right back. I'll get the water.

Don't die like that pig.

Water, Blondie?

Don't drink! It's no good for you.

Feel better?

Blondie, what's the matter? Please don't die!

I've got a very sick man here.

But we have no more beds here.

Let him have yours!

- Where is Pablo Ramirez? - Padre Ramirez.

He is away at the moment.

He should be back any day now.

It doesn't matter. For the moment, we'll take very good care of my friend.

May God be praised.

In case you didn't know it...

...God is on our side, too. 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? Did he speak about anything?

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.

He should regain his strength in a very short time.

Thank you, Father. You don't know how much this boy's life means to me!

The old Father tells 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.

I mean, when...

...when one is ill...

...it's good to have somebody close by, friends or relations.

Do you...

...you have parents, Blondie?

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