I know the prisoners here are being robbed systematically.
I know there's scum around, 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 have enough time to amass evidence and bring to a court martial
all those who discredit and dishonour 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.
- Wallace, bring me Carson. - Right.
Angel Eyes said for us to lay low for a few days.
We'll keep close enough to keep an eye on things. Saddle your horses.
Get in.
(door is locked)
Come on in, Tuco. Don't be bashful.
There's no formalities here.
It's been a long time.
(Tuco's stomach rumbles)
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."
"I bet he got himself an easy job."
"And he never forgets a friend."
I never forget old friends, Tuco.
Right.
It's good to see old friends again.
Good.
Especially when they've 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, that means you were coming from Santa Fe.
- Was it hard crossing the desert? - Mm-hm. 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, it's very good. Very good for the digestion.
So...
Bill Carson's a fake name, huh?
That fake, too?
Bill Carson's name's written on it.
Have some. It's Bill Carson's tobacco.
Aarh!
(mournful tune)
Was Carson dead or alive when you found him?
What did he tell you about the money?
I don't...
I... 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.
(screams)
I'll talk... I'll talk...
What did he say about the money?
It's bu...
It's buried in a grave.
Where?
Sad Hill...
Sad Hill cemetery.
Which grave?
I don't know. I don't know, I tell you.
Blondie...
Ask 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 200,000 dollars.
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're 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've changed partners, but you've still got the same deal.
I'm not greedy. I'm only taking half.
There's two of us. Should make it easier than just one.
Yeah.
Hold it.
That's it. Don't move.
Now, don't breathe. Still... that's it.
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.
3,000 dollars, friend. That's a lot of money for a head.
I'll bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.
I told you once, friend.
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.
You get some grub, a rope, and you're finished.
And there isn't any partner this time to shoot you down.
(rustling)
If your friends stay out in the damp, they're liable to catch a cold, aren't they?
Or a bullet.
Hear that, boys? Come on out here.
Since we're all going in the same direction, might as well go together.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six.
Six... Perfect number.
Isn't three the perfect number?
Yeah. But I got six more bullets in my gun.
(chuckles)
(train whistle)
Sure would like to put your paw on it, huh?
I would like to piss. It's rough. I've been on this train nearly ten hours.
You smell like a pig already.
Let's try not to make things any worse.
Get going.
I can't while you're watching me.
Aaaarh!
You made a lot of noise, my friend, huh?
You don't want to break our friendship? Well, I'll break it.
(train approaching)
Squad, halt.
Take your places.
Ready.
Aim.
Fire.
Clem, take care of the horses.
(cannon fire)
(whistle of cannonball)
(splash of water)
(Tuco sings quietly to himself)
I've been looking for you for eight months.
Whenever I should have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you.
Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me.
And I had lots of time to learn how to shoot with my left.
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Every gun makes its own tune.
It's perfect timing, large one.
Clem, follow him.
(tsks)
(banging on door)
Just a minute. I'll be right there.
Just give me time to get dressed and I'll open up.
(gun cocks)
Put your drawers on and take your gun off.
Hey...
Hey, Blondie, how the hell did you get out of that pigsty?
My own way. I'm here with your old friend Angel Eyes.
You talked, you traitor. You talked.
No, I didn't talk. If I did, I probably wouldn't be here now.
You... me...
So only you know your half of the secret?
Mm-hm.
Ah, Blondie...
I'm very happy you're working with me, and we're together again.
- I get dressed, I kill him, be right back. - Oh, listen...
I forgot to mention.
He's not alone. There's five of them.
- Five? - Yeah. Five of them.
So that's why you came to Tuco.
It doesn't matter. I'll kill them all.
They shot him at close range.
(whistle of cannonball)
- Well, look who's here. - The other one will be along.
They'll come looking for us.
Watch out.
There's two of them.
I want that blond alive.
You, back there. Come on, let's go.
Were you going to die alone?
(whistle of cannonball)
(coughing)
(whistles)
Ho!
(noise above)
Hey, Blondie. Angel Eyes is mine.
All right.
"See you soon, i... idi.."
"Idiots."
It's for you.
How peaceful and quiet, amigo.
Like a cemetery, for instance?
There should be a bridge across that river.
- We better wait for nightfall. - Trust in me, Blondie.
I got a good sense of where I'm going.
Tuco has taken you this far, I will take you all the way to...
- Tell the captain. - Yes, sir.
Come along, now. Follow me.
We found them near the perimeter, sir.
Where do you hail from?
lllinois.
And you?
I'm with him.
Any reason for being around here?
We want to enlist, General.
You'd better learn to distinguish rank.
I'm a captain.
Get the hell out.
It sure as hell might be you today, so go write your will.
Yes, sir.
So you want to enlist?
You've got to take a test to prove it.
Well, show me.
Hey... (chuckles)
You've got a career. At the least, I'd say you'll make colonel.
- Really? - Sure.
Like it says in the manual,
you've got every qualification to become an expert in the use of weapons.
For this, sir, is the most potent weapon in war. (exhales)
The fighting spirit's in this bottle.
Volunteers.
You want to enlist, hm? Let's go.
Come on, gentlemen, come on.
The shooting hasn't begun yet. You're in time.
Eh?
Whoever has the most liquor to get the soldiers drunk
and send them to be slaughtered... is the winner.
We and the ones over on the other side of the river only have one thing in common.
All of us reek of alcohol.
What did you say your name was?
Uh...
And you?
Uh...
"Uh." No.
Names don't matter.
Yes, because soon you can join the gallant heroes of Branston Bridge.
We have two attacks a day.
- Two attacks a day? - Sure.
The rebs have decided that damn bridge is the key to this whole area.
Stupid, useless bridge.
Flyspeck on headquarters' maps.
Headquarters has declared we must take that ridiculous flyspeck.
Even if all of us are killed.
Otherwise the key'll get rusty and just be a spot on the wall.
And that's not all. Both sides want the bridge intact.
lntact is how the South wants it, and we want it intact, too.
You'll all turn to dust, but one thing is sure, boys:
Branston Bridge will stand unbroken.
Is it bad to speak the way I do to volunteers?
I've done a lot worse.
I've done it. I've blown it up. Boom!
In here, I've destroyed it all.
It's a court-martial offence to dream of blowing it up. A serious crime.
Even to think of destroying that bridge is just...
Why not really blow it up, Captain?
Yeah, Captain, it's nothing. Let's scare the hell out of them.
(laughs)
I've been dreaming about it.
I've even worked out a plan.
I sure have.
The best time is after the attack,
when there's a truce to get the wounded.
If I could do it, I could save many thousands of men.
(soldiers shout)
But what I lack is the guts.
They're beginning the daily slaughter right on time.
Captain, all companies are awaiting your orders.
Be right there.
Let's go.
All right, friends.
Come along and enjoy the spectacle.
(bugle call)
Companies, report.
Company B ready.
Company E ready.
Company D ready.
Companies, forward!
(battle cries)
Hey, Blondie. Looks like the captain is asking for a bullet in his guts.
Yeah.
I've never seen so many men wasted so badly.
I have a feeling it's really going to be a good, long battle.
Blondie...
The money's on the other side of the river.
Oh? Where?
Amigo, I said the other side, and that's enough.
But while the Confederates are there, we can't get across.
What would happen if somebody were to blow up that bridge?
Yeah. Then these idiots would go somewhere else to fight.
Maybe.
Get a doctor, quick! The captain's wounded!
Hurry, a stretcher.
Easy. Easy now.
Arh!
Get things ready.
A little of this will help.
Take a slug of this, Captain.
And keep your ears open.
(grunting)
(man) What are you doing? No... Leave me alone...
Blondie, hey. You realise we might be risking our lives?
Yeah. And if I get killed, you'll never get your hands on all that beautiful money.
Yeah, Tuco.
Sure would be a pity.
Doc...
Doctor... Can you help me live a little longer?
I expect good news.
(gasps)
Eh... Eh...
Why don't we tell each other our half of the secret?
Why don't we?
You go first.
No, I think it's better that...
you start.
All right.
The name of the cemetery is...
Sad Hill. Now it's your turn.
The name on the grave is...
Arch Stanton.
Ar... Arch Stanton?
Are you sure?
Yeah. Sure I'm sure.
(snoring)
(grunts)
(horse neighs)
(Tuco) Haa! Haa!
It'll be a lot easier with that.
Two can dig a lot quicker than one.
Dig.
You're not digging.
If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money.
Why?
I'll tell you why.
Cos there's nothing in there.
- Why, you son of a... - You thought I'd trust you?
200,000 dollars is a lot of money.
We're gonna have to earn it.
How?
I'll write the name on the bottom of this stone.
The gun?
You pig! You wanted to get me killed! When did you unload it?
Last night.
You see, in this world, there's two kinds of people, my friend:
those with loaded guns and those who dig.
You dig.
Where?
Here.
Unk... Un...
There's no name on it.
And there's no name here, either.
You see, that's what Bill Carson told me.
It was the grave marked "unknown", right beside Arch Stanton.
Go ahead.
(little pants of excitement)
Blondie! It's all ours, Blondie!
You're joking, Blondie. You wouldn't... You wouldn't play a joke on me like that.
It's no joke. It's a rope, Tuco.
I want you to stand up there and put your head in that noose.
(cross creaks)
Well, now... Seems just like old times.
Four for you.
And four...
Four for me.
Hey, Blon...
Blon...
Hey, Blondie...
Sorry, Tuco.
Blondie...
Blondie!
Blondie...
Blondie!
You son of a bitch...
Blondie...
Aaaarhh!
Hey, Blondie!
You know what you are?
Just a dirty son of a...
(melds into theme music)
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