Yankee Page #3

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Where is he waiting for me?

Spit it out, cockroach!

- At his new house, seor.

- What new house?

- The one of the Great Concho.

- The house of the Great Concho?

Who's there?

You laid cards

for the Concho.

For me...

...you'll read

my hand.

Luiz!

Luiz!

Where the hell is he?

Rosita!

Luiz!

Damnit!

Rosita!

Where are they?

Where is Rosita?

- Talk!

- I don't know.

- Talk!

- I was asleep.

Concho, I went to the village.

The Yankee was there and I wanted to get him.

How could I

have known?

Men! I want a bounty

on this bastard.

Painter, draw his

warrant of apprehension.

I want to see it on

all the walls of the country.

I'll crush you,

Yankee!

I wouldn't be myself

if I wouldn't want to crush you.

That's...! That's...!

That's how the game ends!

Yankee,

you lousy bastard.

I want to feel you

under my whip.

I want to make myself 100 portraits

with the shreds of your skin.

Bleed! And die!

We're there.

You like the place?

You don't seem

too happy.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to do

without my company for a while.

Come on!

No, what are you doing?

Let me go! I don't want to.

- Where are you taking me?

- An abandoned village.

- I couldn't find anything better.

- Dirty liar! Let me go!

You disgusting racketeer!

What are you doing? Why are you tying me up?

I'm sorry, it's a line for a horse.

I couldn't find one made of silk.

- Hold still. Stop screaming!

- No, let go of me!

- I'll be back soon.

- I want to go! The Concho will make you pay!

You'll have to pay for this,

you coward!

You gutless pig!

You dirty Yankee!

Tattoo! Powder!

Dear Lord!

Luiz!

Fire!

Burn down all the houses!

Every one with my warrant on it!

Burn them all!

Burn them!

Burn everything down!

Fire!

I want them to remember me.

Even without my portrait!

Forever!

Fire!

Come on, hombres!

Fire, muchachos!

Philosopher, you see that?

Burn, if you don't want to be burned!

I'm always

on the fire's side.

Luiz! Luiz!

Come on!

Take this horde of dogs

to the front of the church. Let's go!

Hombres!

To the front

of the church!

All outside!

Come on, quick, people!

Greetings, sheriff.

Go and join the others.

Go!

Sheriff! Come here.

Tonight, a disgusting Yankee

broke into my home.

He took my woman.

Understand? My woman!

Is this your way of

protecting righteous citizens?

Is this your way

of earning your money?

Huh?

Pedro, I make you sheriff.

Take the star.

I want to see that Yankee bastard

in chains before sundown.

Find him! Or you will rue

the day you were born. All of you!

Luiz!

Tattoo!

Put the face of that Yankee

on every wall.

And remember:

If he doesn't pay, you will!

Now it's your turn, Indio.

How long do you think you can endure this?

If you get tired, you'll be

the executioner of your own wife.

Talk!

I'll provide every one of you

with a different death.

As long as this dog

won't show up.

I don't know anything, seor.

Absolutely nothing, I swear.

- Which bell ist that?

- That's the one from the abandoned village.

Then that's the Yankee.

On your horses, hombres!

Let's not keep him waiting.

On your horses!

Go, come on!

Are you afraid,

Great Concho?

I thought

you're so brave.

You proved that

tonight.

It really takes guts to burn down

houses of women and old folks.

You can distinguish yourself

a lot more here.

Here are no women,

old people or children.

Nobody's here,

Great Concho.

Or are you

afraid of the light?

This is your shadow.

- Damn Yankee!

- Stop!

He'll lead us

in his direction.

With his voice.

Take a step forward,

Huge Concho.

You do know

this place real well.

The houses still bear traces

of your heroic deeds.

Or are you scared

by the bodies of your victims?

What are you doing, Portuguese?

Are you killing the wind?

- He's there!

- Let's get him!

- Hold it.

- Don't waste any lead, Angel Face.

If I were you, I'd guard it

better than gold.

Angel Face!

Even angels sometimes need

a good advice.

Concho!

It's not too bad

around here.

It's a

restful place.

Would you like

to stay here forever?

You and your

whole family?

Sleeping until

Judgment Day?

We'll put you to sleep,

you American vulture.

We're experts on that field,

and you know it!

Why aren't you

answering?

Has your tongue

already rotted away?

Yankee!

Open your dirty mouth!

Pedro!

Go!

- Now go!

- Where are you going, Pedro?

Congratulations, Pedro.

They put the star of justice

on your chest.

A glamorous career.

It's just a shame

that it'll be so short.

Very short, Pedro.

I don't like you

as a sheriff!

Pedro!

Take good care

of your shoulders!

I said the shoulders.

Don't you even know

where your shoulders are?

Pedro!

Great Concho!

I'm here!

Quick!

Surround the church!

He can only be here.

Search everything.

Great Concho, quick!

Look!

Come on, Concho.

Why do you keep your woman waiting?

You think I came here

because of her?

- You dying nightingale!

- Why else? Because of me?

What's a nightingale worth,

compared to a lion?

Come on, go and

get your woman!

It's a risk, but risks

are part of the game.

- Or don't you want to play anymore?

- You know I want to, Yankee!

But only if the stakes are high!

And you are my stake now!

Come on, you two,

go ahead.

That was the wrong move,

Great Concho!

So, aren't you going

to pick your flower?

What are you waiting for?

For her to wither away?

You can get her now!

I don't need her anymore!

Hurry up, Concho!

You know that I'm here for business.

And I have no time to lose.

Me neither.

Me neither, Yankee.

Have your knees

turned to jelly, muchachos?

Are you performing a little

scaredy-pants dance, Tattoo?

You'll never get

to your mistress like that!

But I got to you,

you pile of sh*t!

Your stench

lead me here.

Your mucking around with us

has an end now.

Throw the rifle away!

The gun, too.

Move!

You see?

The last move was mine.

Grab him!

The game is over,

nightingale.

The loser pays!

And there is no chance

to get even.

- A king-size bite for the Queen.

- Bravo!

The smell of roasted meat

turns me on.

You should have been

in the village last night.

That was one hell

of a barbecue, guys!

Concho, what's wrong?

The Great Concho is in a bad mood.

We should amuse ourselves, muchachos!

Come on, Concho.

Boys, can't you see

that the Concho isn't eating?

Meat for the Concho!

And what about

raw flesh?

What kind of effect

does raw flesh have on you, Rosita?

The Yankee's lips,

for example.

How did the Yankee

kiss you?

- We want to see it!

- No!

- Move!

- What the hell! Why are you doing this?

We know that

you're a good kisser.

What's your problem with me?

It's not my fault!

Let me go, I said!

I don't want to!

I don't want to!

Let me go!

- Show us how you did it! Now!

- No!

Kiss him!

Philosopher!

If the fire surrounds you,

there are two options.

And only two.

You either burn

or you go insane.

You said that,

Philosopher, remember?

But I want to see deeds

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