Yankee

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It's a

pretty low price.

Nothing's for free.

That's my motto.

- Mine, too. Nothing's for free.

- Never share.

- That's my second motto.

- And mine, too. Never share.

Can none of you two gentlemen

content himself with our gratitude?

Particularly with mine.

There's a saying:

When in doubt, let fate decide.

- You want to give it a try?

- The loser takes the money.

Reward yourself

with the woman.

And you

with the bounty.

Adios!

- That's mine!

- No, we share!

Share! As if.

To the river!

Where are

you going, Yankee?

Don't cross the river.

It's the land of the Great Concho.

Well, Perro.

Are we roaming

around again?

Why? We're on the way

to the Great Concho.

Your compass must be broken, muchachos.

This ain't the way to the Concho.

- This is the way to the border.

- I know, Luiz.

But it's not wise to go

to the Concho on the direct way.

Look.

That's all we got.

The "Cheap John" has the bulk of the loot,

and he scrammed across the border.

- Did I give you a clear account?

- Yes, yes.

And that's all

you have to account for?

Or is there something else

you have to account for?

What do you mean?

That's all I got, Luiz.

You didn't think we'd abandon

the gang after the coup, did you?

No.

We ain't

no dirty traitors.

- Who said you were?

- You know what the Great Concho said?

"If Perro doesn't fancy us anymore,

he can just go."

But the Concho

has one condition.

- Just a tiny one.

- What... condition is that, Luiz?

That you make him your heir.

Your sole heir.

Let's go, boys!

Where are you from?

From far away?

What's with this masquerade?

I don't find it amusing.

I assure you, there's not much

to laugh about here, stranger.

Whoever takes on the Great Concho,

ends up this way.

Excuse my ignorance, my dear friend.

I'm just traveling through.

Your Concho must be very powerful

when you always refer to him as "great".

I never met a stranger

who was stranger than you are.

How can you not know

who the Great Concho is?

Everything you see belongs to him,

just like his shirt and his sombrero.

If his shirt and his sombrero

resemble this village here...

... then he's no example of elegance.

- Your impression might deceive you.

It might not be a pretty village,

but it's in the middle of the border area.

Everything that goes in or out

passes through here, understand?

If I got that right, the village

is poor and the Concho is rich.

- I like rich people.

- Yankee...

Watch your tongue.

You see them?

They were traveling through, as well.

And instead of finding their way out,

they found death.

Tell me, what did they do

to make it up that far?

They were seven and tried

to fool around with the Concho.

They raided the post waggon,

and then...

...they passed through here.

Here, of all places, understand? Morons.

I told you:

This village is just like a sieve.

When you got dollars in your pocket,

you won't get through here.

I warned you.

Even if that's not in my interest,

since I'm also the gravedigger.

You said there were seven

who did the raid.

- There are only three. What about the others?

- They won't go very far.

They managed to get away

with the loot.

But the Concho

will get them.

- Where are you going?

- To the sheriff.

- Sheriff!

- Sheriff!

Get out, you snail!

Take a look, sheriff.

We caught three more.

I brought you this one.

Two more are at the river. That makes six.

Cheap John scrammed.

But he won't get far,

even though he has the gold.

Poor bastard.

- Right, Pedro?

- Right, he won't get far.

Pay good attention, sheriff.

His head is worth 3,000 dollars.

If the law is too dumb to pay that,

it belongs to the Concho.

The Great Concho

knows no financial losses.

When he doesn't need his men anymore,

he sells them used.

The law suggests, the Concho strikes.

And he collects from the living and the dead.

Seor! Seor!

My husband was with Perro!

- Where is he?

- Your husband feels better than you do.

- He's cooling off at the river.

- No! What shall I do now?

Do it like the others. Console yourself.

Or let the Concho console you.

Get lost!

No!

No, no!

No!

- No!

- Get up, muchacha!

You'll feel better

after a good ride.

Let's go!

Let's go!

No!

Forgive me for ruining

your lasso, seor.

But this is my horse,

I know it all too well.

It's very tired

and it doesn't want to ride.

Tastes differ, Yankee.

Your horse doesn't like to ride

and we don't like you.

Buzz off. New faces usually

aren't really welcome in these parts.

There are faces and then there are faces.

Maybe mine makes the cut.

Sure. Might do.

At a place far away, though.

Listen to me, my friend.

Take your face and carry it away.

And when you're traveling through

the country, try to hold your breath.

Even the air

belongs to the Concho.

And he doesn't like people

to avail themselves of it.

Then I'll try to keep

breathing to a minimum.

Move, or you're risking to breathe

for the very last time. Let's go!

One-Eye, bring me

a beer into the office.

Your gallery, sheriff,

is not up to date.

Someone already cashed in

on that one, for example.

And what does that have to do with you?

What do you want?

I'm here on business.

This place seems to be ideal

for my business dealings.

Talk straight.

What kind of business dealings?

Safe business dealings.

In the nature

of these here.

Don't be upset, sheriff.

I just want to make business

with the Great Concho.

And you could

tell him about that.

I'd like to have him

as my business partner.

Individually, they're not worth much,

but when you catch them all at once...

You profit from

the quantity.

Come on,

tell the Concho.

You know what I'm doing right now, Yankee?

I'm riding myself into the sh*t, like you.

If they find out that I dress your hair,

they'll waste me. Guaranteed.

Can't you

shave yourself, Yankee?

I never do things

others can do for me.

What about

this razor, Consalvo?

Does it cut well?

It has a big blade, seor.

You need a steady hand.

Real steady...

Would you mind

if I prefer Consalvo's hand?

Do you remember the lasso

that was used to drag the woman?

You cut it with a single shot.

Pretty much like this...

A throat

ain't no rope, seor.

A rope can be knotted together

or be replaced.

There's no replacement

for a throat, though.

Why not?

You know what?

I've seen lots of knots

and lots of throats in my life.

Come on! Get off the chair, Yankee!

The Great Concho wishes to see you.

I thought so.

That's exactly why I came here,

to refresh myself.

A waste of effort.

No matter if clean or dirty

you'll always be a filthy Yankee.

Move!

Yankee!

What about my money?

That's not for the beard,

but for the fun.

Soon you'll get

your fun for free.

Let's say

another 100, Carlos?

Well, Carlos?

I'm in if you bet it on the American.

Even double.

For each dog that dies,

there's a laughing cat.

Perro's death

will bring us luck.

- Goods are on their way!

- Heavy goods?

- Well, I can't see that.

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