The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Page #5

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I like big fat men like you.

When they fall, they make more noise.

And sometimes they never get up.

Wallace...

...that's enough.

Sergeant!

The captain wants to see you right away.

Be sure these two get good treatment.

Hey, Blondie, did you hear that? Good treatment!

For the last time, sergeant...

...l'm telling you...

...I want the prisoners treated as prisoners.

No more brutality!

There's hundreds of prisoners out there and only a few men to guard them.

What am I supposed to do? I have to have respect!

I think that you'll manage to gain their respect by treating them better!

Are our men treated that well in Andersonville Camp?

I don't give a goddamn what they do in Andersonville!

While I'm in charge here, the prisoners are not to be...

...tortured...

...or cheated...

...or murdered!

Is that an accusation?

Sergeant, gangrene is eating my leg away...

...not my eyes.

I know the prisoners here are being robbed systematically.

I know there's scum around, or bivouacked near the camp, waiting...

...for someone to deliver this loot.

But as long as I'm commandant, I won't permit any such trickery!

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Just as long as you're the commandant.

Yes, sergeant.

I know this leg means I won't last very long...

...but I pray I can manage to have enough time...

...to amass evidence and bring to a court-martial all those who discredit...

...and dishonor the uniform...

...of the Union!

I wish you luck.

You and the others better lay low for a few days.

I'll keep this. You go. Wallace will let you know.

- Bring me Carson. - Right.

Angel Eyes said for us to lay low for a few days.

But we'll keep close enough to keep an eye on things.

Come on, saddle your horses.

Come on in, Tuco.

Don't be bashful.

There's no formalities, here.

It's been a long time!

You're hungry.

Sit down. Eat!

I knew it, I knew it!

The minute I saw you, I said to myself:

"Look at that pig, Angel Eyes...

"...l'll bet he's got himself an easy job!

"And he never forgets a friend!"

I never forget old friends, Tuco.

It's good to see old friends again.

Especially when they come from so far away...

...and have so much to talk about.

And you do have a lot to talk about, haven't you?

You were captured near...

...Fort Craig?

If you were with Sibley, then you were...

...coming from Santa Fe?

Was it hard crossing the desert?

Very hard!

Especially if you don't have anything to drink.

Why are you going under the name of Bill Carson, now?

One name is as good as another.

Not wise to use your own name.

Like you, I bet they don't call you Angel Eyes.

Sergeant Angel Eyes.

Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?

Music?

Yes, very good for the digestion.

Bill Carson's a fake name, huh?

That fake, too?

Bill Carson's name is written on it.

Have some.

It's Bill Carson's tobacco.

Was Carson dead or alive when you found him?

What'd he tell you about the money?

I don't know what you're talking about!

More feeling.

You can sure consider yourself much luckier than your pal.

Wallace will punch your friend as long as the song goes.

So many of us have had a session in there.

How's your digestion, now?

You'd better talk.

I have nothing to tell you!

Play that fiddle, you!

I'll talk!

What did he say about the money?

It's buried in a grave.

Where?

At the Sad Hill Cemetery.

Which grave?

I don't know!

Blondie...

...he knows the name of the grave.

The war's over for you.

Put those clothes on.

Why?

We're going for a ride.

Where?

To find $ .

I know the name of the cemetery, now...

...and you know the name of the grave.

You're not going to give me the same treatment?

Would you talk?

No, probably not.

That's what I thought.

Not that you are any tougher than Tuco...

...but you're smart enough to know that talking won't save you.

And Tuco, is he...?

No, not yet...

...but he's in very good hands.

You changed partners, but you still got the same deal.

I'm not greedy. I'm only taking half.

There's two of us.

It should make it easier than just one.

Hold it. That's it.

Don't move.

Don't breathe.

Got it. Thank you.

Hey, Corporal, afraid he'll get lost? Where's the Rebel going?

To hell with a rope around his neck and a price on his head.

Yeah, $ friend.

That's a lot of money for a head.

I bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.

I told you once, but if I ever get you down...

...you're gonna need a lot of help to get up again.

You're a lot luckier than that one there.

You get some proper rope, and you're all finished.

And there isn't any partner, this time, to shoot you down.

Get up!

Sure would like to put your paw on it, huh?

I would like to piss, it's rough.

I've been shaken up in this train nearly ten hours, now.

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