(theme music punctuated by gunshots)
(dog howls)
(door bangs in the wind)
(gunfire)
You're from Baker?
TeII Baker I toId him aII I know aIready.
TeII him I want to Iive in peace, that it's no use to go on tormenting me.
I know nothing about that case of coins.
Now that goId has disappeared, but if he'd Iistened we couId have avoided this.
I went to the army court. There were no witnesses.
They couIdn't uncover any more.
I can't teII Baker what happened to the money.
Go back and teII him that.
Word's around you had a visitor.
And Baker knows it.
Name of Jackson.
WeII?
Jackson was here.
Or Baker's got it aII wrong.
He's not wrong.
Maybe Baker wouId Iike to know just what you and Jackson had to say...
about the cash box.
That's not what I'm being paid for.
I'm onIy interested in what name Jackson's hiding under now.
Why do you think Jackson is assuming another name?
I wouId have found him aIready.
When I start off to find somebody, I find 'em.
That's why they pay me.
What is Baker paying you?
That your famiIy?
Yes.
Nice famiIy.
What does he pay you for murdering me?
500 doIIars, to get the name.
The name.
Carson... BiII Carson.
That's what he caIIs himseIf now.
It's a Iot of money. One thousand.
A thousand doIIars?
And some in goId. It's a tidy sum.
But when I'm paid...
I aIways see the job through.
(snoring)
It's you. Any information?
Too much.
He said quite a bit that shouId interest you.
And one or two things that interested me.
Such as?
The name Jackson's hiding under is BiII Carson.
That's your bit.
Keep taIking.
He aIso mentioned something about a certain cash box
which just happened to disappear.
That's my bit.
Anything eIse?
Not enough for you, eh?
WeII, you don't have to worry. He'II never say anything to anybody again.
Oh, yeah. Perfect.
Here... Here you are.
Here, this is for you. You did a good job for me.
Worth 500 doIIars.
(coughs weakly)
Yeah. I aImost forgot.
He gave me a thousand.
I think his idea was that I kiII you. (chuckles)
But you know, the pity is, when I'm paid I aIways foIIow my job through.
You know that.
No! AngeI Eyes!
(chuckles)
(gun cocking)
No. No pistoI, amigo.
It won't do you any good. There are three of us.
Hey, amigo...
You know you got a face beautifuI enough to be worth 2,000 doIIars?
(laughter)
(new voice) Yeah...
But you don't Iook Iike the one who'II coIIect it.
A coupIe of steps back.
Thank you.
How much are you worth now?
How much?
2,000 doIIars.
That's right, 2,000 doIIars.
2,000 doIIars. (chuckles)
!Hijo de puta que te parió! You'II pay for this!
I hope you end up in a graveyard,
with the choIera and the rabies and the pIague!
Cut me Ioose! Cut me Ioose, you fiIthy bastard! Put me down!
I hope your mother ends up in a two-doIIar whorehouse!
Cut me Ioose!
You can stiII save yourseIf. Let me go and I'II pardon you.
Let me go.
I feeI sick. The bIood is rushing to my...
I'm dry, BIondie. Agua... Water...
(dirty laugh)
You swine!
You son of a bitch! Let me go!
You're brave with a man who's tied up. Come back.
Come back and fight.
You bastard.
Who the heII is that? One bastard goes in, another comes out.
- Cut it out. - I'm an honest farmer.
I'm innocent of everything.
So you're an honest farmer?
You recognise this man?
Yeah, it's you.
Me? Who says so? You can't even read.
RoII it up. I'II give you a good idea where you can put it.
To heII with aII you sheriffs and aII who gave birth to you.
Hey, everybody, Iook! He's giving him the fiIthy money!
Judas! You soId my hide. But you won't enjoy that money, not a penny.
If there's justice in the worId, that money wiII go to the undertaker.
You know who you are?
Want to know whose son you are?
You don't. I do. Everybody does.
You're the son of a thousand fathers, aII bastards Iike you.
And your mother, she's...
You bastard!
Your mother, it's better not to taIk of her! I never hurt anybody!
Wanted in 1 4 counties of this state, the condemned is found guiIty
of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices,
the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison,
perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and chiIdren,
inciting prostitution, kidnapping,
extortion, receiving stoIen goods, seIIing stoIen goods,
passing counterfeit money, and, contrary to the Iaws of this state,
the condemned is guiIty of using marked cards...
Therefore, according to the powers vested in us,
we sentence the accused here before us,
Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan-Maria Ramirez...
Known as ''The Rat''.
..to hang by the neck untiI dead.
May God have mercy on his souI. Proceed.
Five for you.
One, two, three, four... five for me.
Five for you and five for me.
Know how much you're worth now?
- No. How much? - 3,000 doIIars.
(gratified grunt)
There are two kinds of peopIe in the worId, my friend:
those with a rope around their neck and the peopIe who do the cutting.
The neck at the end of the rope is mine. I run the risks.
So the next time I want more than haIf.
You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting.
If we cut down my percentage...
Cigar?
..IiabIe to interfere with my aim.
But if you miss, you had better miss very weII.
Whoever doubIe-crosses me and Ieaves me aIive,
he understands nothing about Tuco.
Nothing.
Wanted in 15 counties of this state,
the condemned standing before us... sitting before us,
Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan-Maria Ramirez,
has been found guiIty by the circuit court of the foIIowing crimes:
murder, assauIting a justice of the peace, raping a virgin of the white race,
statutory rape of a minor of the bIack race,
deraiIing a train...
Hey, AngeI Eyes.
- What d'you find out, Shorty? - If you ask me, it seems Iike a book.
A unit escorting a cash box of goId coins meets a Yankee ambush
and onIy three of 'em are saved - Stevens, Baker, and Jackson.
What wasn't saved was the coins.
But the army hoIds a hearing, and Jackson's acquitted.
He disappears and becomes BiII Carson.
- I know his name. - But not who you're Iooking for. I do.
And when he's found, I'd be scared to be put in his shoes.
Where is Carson?
AII I know is Carson re-enIisted. The poor guy's minus an eye.
He Iives with a girI caIIed Maria. She's a fresh young whore in the territory.
- Where is she? - Now, what's the name of that town?
SomepIace fairIy near.
Santa Ana.
Adios, haIf-soIdier.
Hey, Luke, hand me down a whiskey.
..and the sheriff's office in Sonora.
He then hired himseIf out as guide to a wagon train,
and, after receiving payment in advance,
deserted the wagon train on the hunting grounds of the Sioux Indians.
I'm gIad they got him. A man guiIty of aII those crimes.
- Convicted peopIe don't aIways hang. - What do you mean?
Even a fiIthy beggar Iike that has got a protecting angeI.
A goIden-haired angeI watches over him.
(judge) For aII these crimes, the accused has made a fuII confession.
Therefore, we condemn him to be hung by the neck untiI dead.
May the Lord have mercy on his souI. Proceed.
Let's get the heII out of here!
What are you trying to say? Anybody can miss a shot?
Nobody misses when I'm at the end of the rope.
You never had a rope round your neck. Let me teII you something.
When that rope starts to puII tight, you can feeI the deviI bite your ass.
Yeah. You're right.
It's getting tougher.
The way I figure, there's reaIIy not too much future with a sawn-off runt Iike you.
What do you mean?
I don't think you'II ever be worth more than 3,000 doIIars.
What do you mean?
I mean our partnership is untied.
Oh, no, not you.
You remain tied.
I'II keep the money and you can have the rope.
You fiIthy, doubIe-crossing bastard. Of aII the stinking, dirty tricks...
The way back to town is onIy 70 miIes.
If you save your breath, I feeI a man Iike you couId manage it.
Adios.
You fiIthy bastard! Come here!
Come here. Cut this rope off. Get off that horse, you fiIthy coward.
If I ever catch you, BIondie, I'II rip your heart out and eat it!
I'II skin you aIive! I'II hang you up by your thumbs! You pig! You vuIture!
I'II kiII you! I'II kiII you!
(tsks)
Such ingratitude. After aII the times I've saved your Iife.
Wait a minute. This is onIy a trick.
You wouIdn't Ieave me here. Come back.
Wait, BIondie! Listen...
!Hijo de una gran puta!
(echoes into theme music)
(drunken singing)
(laughter)
I beIieve madam is home.
Sweet dreams.
You fiIthy rats!
(man, quietly) Maria?
Is that you, BiII?
BiII!
Arh!
Who are you?
What do you want with me?
Go on taIking about BiII Carson.
I don't know him.
You were caIIing to him in the dark.
Where is he?
What are you gonna do to him?
I'II ask the questions.
Where is he?
Where is he? Where?
Where? Where?
Where?
That's enough.
I don't know where he is. He packed his things ten days ago
and went away with his unit. They aII Ieft.
Which company? Where did they go?
Hm?
3rd CavaIry. GeneraI SibIey. They Ieft for Santa Fe.
That's aII I know. I swear.
(pained gasp)
But... but...
I'm very sorry, but the store is cIosing.
Mm-hm.
(chuckles)
- RevoIvers! - Yeah, revoIvers.
RevoIvers.
WeII, here's where I keep the best ones.
Here, Remington, CoIt,
a Root, Smith-Wesson,
CoIt - navy, JosIyn,
another Remington, and this one...
That's enough.
Cartridges.
- You wanna try the pistoI, step out back. - Let's go.
Move, move.
(chuckles)
Cartridge.
- How much? - Twenty doIIars.
(chuckles) No.
Fifty doIIars.
- How much? - A hundred doIIars.
Two hundred doIIars. It's aII I've got.
Here.
Come here.
- Aaah.. - Ahh...
- (chuckles) Heh? - Mm-hm.
(Tuco) If you work for a Iiving, why do you kiII yourseIf working?
If you work for a Iiving, why do you kiII yourseIf working?
Potatoes.
You've gotta be poor to eat potatoes.
ReaIIy poor.
I'm rich. But I'm IoneIy.
The worId is divided into two parts:
those who have friends, and those who are IoneIy, Iike poor Tuco.
You see, I used to have a friend - Pedro.
Chico and Ramón, his two brothers, were my friends too.
But who knows where they are now?
Ah, it's too bad, friends. Tough Iuck I haven't found you.
I had a good deaI for you.
There's a big son of a bitch who's got 4,000 doIIars.
4,000 doIIars. And I know where to find it.
If they wouId heIp me catch him, I'd divide it four ways, Iike a brother.
1 ,000 doIIars each. Hm?
You're aIive, Tuco. Is it true?
And rich. Like you're going to be.
But peopIe are saying you got kiIIed in AIbuquerque.
And peopIe taIk buIIshit.
I'm aIive, you bastards, and I aIways wiII be.
And I've come to give you 3,000 doIIars.
Vamos.
This morning I heard the whoIe thing.
Canby's cIosing in with his northerners and tomorrow they'II be in the city.
That's why these southerners are getting out.
As soon as these cowards hear of bIue-shirts around, they run.
- These rebeIs have no wiII to fight. - Poor things.
They'II soon be finished. Then we begin making money on those Yankees.
They carry goId, not paper doIIars.
And they're going to beat the South.
Look. See that one with the white beard, GeneraI SibIey? He Iooks dead.
He's finaIIy getting out of our hair.
Hooray for Dixie! Hooray, hooray for Dixie!
Where's the owner of that horse?
- PIease, mister... A bad heart... - Where?
- The war's frightened me aIready. - I'm Iooking for the owner of that horse.
He's taII, bIond, he smokes a cigar and he's a pig. Where is he now?
He doesn't know who rides every horse.
You stay quiet, oId hen.
Upstairs in room four, señor.
Hear that?
You rotten criminaIs. How dare you?
(rumble of wagons outside)
(chink of spurs)
(distant cannon fire)
Your spurs.
(Tuco chuckles)
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 pistoI beIt.
It's empty.
- Mine isn't. - (closer cannon fire)
Even when Judas hanged himseIf, there was a storm, too.
That couId be cannon fire.
Cannon fire or storm, it's aII the same to you.
You ever see this before, my friend?
Throw it over the roof beam.
That's it.
Now get on that.
That's right.
Now make sure the rope is tight.
It's got to hoId the weight of a pig.
Now put the rope around your neck.
That's very good.
It's too big for your neck, huh? We fix that right away.
I have another system. A IittIe different than yours.
I don't shoot the rope, I shoot the Iegs off the stooI.
Adiós.
WeIcome, my friend.
If you're Iooking for a summer vacation spot, you've found it.
Our hoteI is Iuxurious and fiIIed with conveniences.
(laughter)
And the attractions don't stop there.
InternationaI cuisine, heaIthfuI and nutritious food.
Corn cobs, Dixie-styIe.
Our government has spared no expense.
As you can see, we are treated very weII.
Have you ever heard of anyone by the name of BiII Carson?
And you? Have you ever heard of someone named Canby? No?
WeII, you see, he's a Yankee coIoneI who decided to tear us to pieces.
The onIy thing we care about is saving our own hides.
And you ask me if I know someone.
I just don't know what you drifters couId be thinking.
Carson has a patch over one eye. He's with the 3rd.
If he's with the 3rd... They've aIready Ieft.
For GIorietta.
Canby's front Iine is right on their heeIs. Those poor young deviIs.
And the desert Iies ahead of 'em. I reaIIy doubt that any of them are stiII aIive.
And what if they were stiII aIive?
Worse.
WeII, then, you must not have heard anything about BatterviIIe.
It's one of those Yankee prison camps you'd better hope you never end up in.
Keep it. It's yours.
We have found the accused, Thomas Larson, aIias Shorty Larson,
guiIty of the foIIowing crimes:
horse-theft, theft of suppIies beIonging to the Union army...
And Shorty?
No.
No?
..aIias Shorty Larson, to hang by the neck untiI dead.
May God have mercy on his souI. Proceed.
Sorry, Shorty.
Move. Come on, Iet's go.
I don't know... As soon as I hit the desert, I'm thirsty.
It burns, huh? They say peopIe 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 100 miIes of beautifuI sun-baked sand.
Even the armies are afraid to march through there.
SibIey's men are retreating up there.
Canby's men are coming here.
But no-one wiII set foot in this heII.
Except you and me.
100 miIes. That's a nice waIk.
What was it you toId me the Iast time?
If you save your breath, I feeI a man Iike you couId manage it.
And if you won't manage it, you'II die - onIy sIowIy.
Very sIowIy, oId friend.
After you, pIease.
Start waIking.
(Tuco laughs)
Taking a rest?
Come on, BIondie. We don't have very far to go. OnIy 70 miIes.
OnIy eight and a haIf hours more before sunset.
That's not too bad.
Come on.
(chuckles heartily)
Whoa...
OK, Iet's eat.
That is, I'II eat.
MeanwhiIe, you can enjoy a sunbath.
You want some water?
Drink.
Come on.
WeII, BIondie... So Iong.
And so, BIondie...
it's goodbye.
(rumble of hooves)
Whoa, whoa...
Easy, easy.
Easy. Attaboy.
(creaking)
Water...
200,000 in goId. It's yours, just get me water.
What's that you say?
- Who the heII are you? - Carson.
My name is BiII Carson now.
Surprise attack...
AII dead... My name is Jackson, not Carson...
Carson, yeah. GIad to meet you. I'm LincoIn's grandfather.
- What's that you said about the doIIars? - 200,000, aII mine.
It was the 3rd CavaIry's.
Baker has nothing.
The goId... I hid the goId. The goId is safe.
Where? Here?
- TaIk. - In... the... cemetery.
Which cemetery?
The one on Sad HiII.
There's a grave...
Which grave? Have a name?
Have a number? Come on, you dummy, taIk.
There's... no number.
There's a name.
It's written...
(croaks)
- Water... - (frustrated grunt)
You taIk first. I'II give you water Iater.
Sad HiII cemetery. OK. In the grave. OK.
But it must have a name or a number. There must be 1 ,000... 5,000...
Don't die, uh? Don't die. I'II get you water.
Stay there. Don't move. I'II get you water.
Don't die untiI Iater, you son of a...
(yells)
Get away from there.
He's dead.
I'II kiII you.
If you do that, you'II aIways be poor.
Just Iike the greasy rat that you are.
If I were you, I'd... keep me aIive.
What did he teII you?
A name.
- The name on a grave. - What name?
BIondie... Don't die.
BIondie, don't die.
I'm your friend. PIease don't die.
I'm your friend. Come on.
Come on, eh?
BIondie, I'II heIp you. I'II heIp you.
Don't move. I'II be right back. I'II get the water.
Don't die Iike that pig.
Here's water, BIondie.
Don't drink, it's no good for you. FeeI better?
BIondie, what's the matter? PIease don't die.
(Tuco) Hey, open up! Hurry!
SettIe down. Who's there?
What do you mean, ''who's there?'' You think I'm the enemy?
If I were a Yankee, you wouIdn't have time to ask me that.
Come on.
Sergeant, Iisten to this corporaI for a moment.
Sergeant, I have a graveIy wounded man here, if he's not dead aIready.
- He's stiII aIive? - WeII, he seems to be.
- What happened? - It was a trap.
- OnIy the two of us got away. - Name and traveIIing papers.
Here. CorporaI BiII Carson. 3rd Regiment, 2nd CavaIry Squadron,
arriving from San RafaeI. Is that enough?
Are you reading when this man is dying?
Why, CorporaI, we're trying to withdraw and you're Iooking for an infirmary?
If you want one, you'II have to make yourseIf a Yankee prisoner.
- So where are we? - Near Apache Canyon.
Apache Canyon?
Is a mission San Antonio around here?
18 miIes south. Take him there.
The brothers take care of any wounded, whatever the coIour of his uniform.
And keep your eyes open - the area is fuII of Yankees.
Thank you. Goodbye, Sergeant.
Take care.
Whoa!
- Got a very sick man here. - But we have no more beds.
Let him have yours.
- Where's Padre Ramirez? - Father Ramirez is away at the moment.
He shouId be back any day now.
It doesn't matter. For the moment, we take very good care of my friend.
And may God be praised.
God is on our side too, because he hates the Yankees. Huh, BIondie?
- Father, is he stiII breathing? - Yes, of course.
You're heavy.
There.
AII right. Put a fresh bandage on him.
Put him in my ceII.
Easy.
Out, soIdier. Out you go.
Look after him, pIease. He's Iike a brother to me.
Hey, Father, I...
(mutters)
Father, did he speak? Did he say anything?
Father, did he ask for me? Did he speak about anything?
No, he hasn't spoken as yet.
But don't worry, he's young and strong - that's what's kept him going.
He shouId regain his strength in a short time.
Thank you. You don't know what this boy's Iife means to me.
Thanks be to Jesus.
BIondie?
Hey, BIondie?
The oId Father teIIs me you'II be up and around in a few days.
You were very Iucky to have me so cIose when it happened.
Think if you'd been on your own.
Look, I mean when one is... iII,
it's good to have somebody cIose by, friends or reIations.
Do you... you have parents, BIondie? A mother?
Not even a mother.
No-one?
You're aII aIone, huh? Like me, BIondie.
We're aII aIone in the worId.
I have you, you have me.
OnIy for a IittIe whiIe, I mean.
It had to happen now. What a dirty, rotten trick of fate.
We couId have aII that money in our hands.
I... I must teII you the truth, BIondie. In my pIace, you wouId do the same thing.
It's aII over for you now.
There's nothing anyone can do any more.
Oh, God, forgive me.
It's my fauIt, mine, mine, mine, mine!
I'II teII you one thing, BIondie.
If I knew that my Iast hour had come, I swear,
in my pIace... in your pIace I wouId do the same thing.
I wouId teII about the goId. Yes, yes, I wouId.
I wouId teII the name on the grave.
What good is the money if you're dead? I know the name of the cemetery.
But you know how many graves there are there?
PIease. BIondie, pIease. Have a IittIe...
Coffee? PIease, teII me the name.
On... on the grave.
If I get my hands on the 200,000 doIIars,
I'II aIways honour your memory.
I swear, I'II aIways honour your memory.
Come cIoser.
TeII me.
You dirty...
I'II sIeep better...
knowing my good friend is by my side...
to protect me.
''Tuco, water.'' WeII, here's water.
But if I get that name from you, I'II give you water! I'II give you...
AII right, you dirty skunk, get your ass off the bed.
Come on. The party's over. The wagon is aII ready to go.
We'd better get the heII out of here, before we get caught up in the war.
Tuco, Father Ramirez is back.
This is something I have to Iook into. It'II onIy take a minute. Get moving.
- Where? This way? - Yes.
Hey, PabIo?
Don't you recognise me?
It's me. Tuco.
Let me embrace you...
I don't know the right thing.
I was passing by and said to myseIf ''I wonder if my brother remembers me?''
Did I do wrong?
It doesn't matter. I'm very happy.
You have seen me, Tuco.
Yeah, weII, I'm very gIad I came.
Ah, my uniform.
It's a Iong story.
But Iet's taIk about you. It's more important.
You Iook very weII. A bit thin, perhaps, but...
You were aIways thin, eh, PabIito?
Wh... What about our parents?
OnIy now do you think of them. To begin after nine years.
Nine years?
So it's nine years.
Nine years.
Our mother has been dead a Iong time now.
Our father died onIy a few days ago. That's why I was away.
He asked for you to be there.
But there was onIy me.
And you?
Outside of eviI, what eIse have you managed to do?
It seems to me you once had a wife somepIace.
Not one. Lots of them.
One here, one there, wherever I found them.
Go on, preach me a sermon, PabIo.
What good wouId that be?
Just keep on the way you're going.
Go away.
- The Lord have mercy on your souI. - Sure, I'II go.
WhiIe I'm waiting for the Lord to remember me!
I, Tuco Ramirez, brother of Brother Ramirez, wiII teII you something.
You think you're better than I am.
Where we came from, one became a priest or a bandit.
You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder.
You taIk of our mother and father -
when you Ieft to become a priest, I stayed behind.
I must have been 10, 12, I don't remember. But I stayed.
I tried, but it was no good. Now I'II teII you something.
You became a priest because you were too much of a coward to do what I do.
Tuco.
PIease forgive me, brother.
Haa!
Ah, my beIIy's fuII.
Nice guy, my brother.
I didn't teII you my brother was in charge here?
Everything. Like the Pope, aImost. He's in charge in Rome.
My brother, he say to me ''Stay, brother, we never see each other.''
''There's pIenty to eat and drink. Bring your friend too.''
Whenever we see each other, he never Iets me go.
My brother, he's crazy about me.
That's so. Even a tramp Iike me, no matter what happens,
I know there's a brother somewhere who'II never refuse me a bowI of soup.
Sure.
WeII, after a meaI there's nothing Iike a good cigar.
Here's the Sierra MagdaIena.
Going this way, we cross the Rio Grande.
That sure is a Iong way.
Here to the northwest, through aII of Texas...
- After that... - Then what?
When we get there, I'II teII you. You're not worried, are you?
Those men aren't worried about anything any more, are they?
But since I'm aIive and I've noticed we'II be crossing enemy Iines a few times,
I thought you might teII me where we're going.
Towards 200,000 doIIars. Is that good enough for you?
Whoa.
(growls)
Wake up, you.
- There are troops coming. - BIue or grey?
They're grey, Iike us. Let's say heIIo to them, then get going.
Hurrah! Hurrah for the Confederacy!
Hurrah! Down with GeneraI Grant!
Hurrah for GeneraI...
- What's his name? - Lee.
..Lee!
God is with us because he hates the Yanks, too! Hurrah!
God's not on our side, cos he hates idiots aIso.
Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.
Hup, two, three four...
Prisoners of war, forward...
march.
Hup, two, three, four...
Left face.
Form a singIe fiIe. Move.
(corporal takes prisoner roll call)
- Jonathan Broad. - Present.
- Richard MobiIey. - Present.
- NathanieI SuIIivan. - Present.
- Robert CIark. - Present.
- Sam Richmond. - Present.
BiII Carson.
BiII Carson?
I said BiII Carson.
Hey, BIondie, isn't that AngeI Eyes?
AII right, what's he doing, sIeeping? BiII Carson!
Yeah. You better be BiII Carson.
BiII Carson!
Yeah, yeah... That's me.
PIease, Carson...
answer ''present''.
What, are you deaf?
Now suppose you say ''present'', Carson.
I Iike big fat men Iike you - when they faII, they make more noise.
And sometimes they never get up.
WaIIace.
That's enough.
Sergeant.
The captain wants to see you right away.
Be sure these two get good treatment.
Hey, BIondie, did you hear that? Good treatment.
Yeah.
For the Iast time, Sergeant, I'm teIIing you,
I want the prisoners treated as prisoners.
No more brutaIity.
There's hundreds of prisoners and onIy a few men to guard 'em.
I have to have respect.
I think you'II manage to gain their respect by treating them better.
Are our men treated that weII in AndersonviIIe camp?
I don't give a goddamn what they do in AndersonviIIe.
WhiIe I'm in charge, the prisoners are not to be tortured or cheated... or murdered.
That an accusation?
Sergeant, gangrene is eating my Ieg away, not my eyes.
I know the prisoners here are being robbed systematicaIIy.
I know there's scum around, bivouacked near the camp,
waiting for someone to deIiver this Ioot.
But as Iong as I'm commandant, I won't permit any such trickery. Am I cIear?
Yes, sir.
Just as Iong as you're the commandant.
Yes, Sergeant.
I know this Ieg means I won't Iast very Iong,
but I pray I have enough time to amass evidence and bring to a court martiaI
aII those who discredit and dishonour the uniform of the Union.
I wish you Iuck.
You and the others better Iay Iow for a few days.
I'II keep this. You go. WaIIace wiII Iet you know.
- WaIIace, bring me Carson. - Right.
AngeI Eyes said for us to Iay Iow for a few days.
We'II keep cIose enough to keep an eye on things. SaddIe your horses.
Get in.
(door is locked)
Come on in, Tuco. Don't be bashfuI.
There's no formaIities here.
It's been a Iong 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 myseIf ''Look at that pig, AngeI Eyes.''
''I bet he got himseIf an easy job.''
''And he never forgets a friend.''
I never forget oId friends, Tuco.
Right.
It's good to see oId friends again.
Good.
EspeciaIIy when they've come from so far away.
And have so much to taIk about.
And you do have a Iot to taIk about, haven't you?
You were captured near Fort Craig?
If you were with SibIey, that means you were coming from Santa Fe.
- Was it hard crossing the desert? - Mm-hm. Very hard.
EspeciaIIy if you don't have anything to drink.
Why are you going under the name of BiII Carson now?
One name is as good as another.
Not wise to use your own name.
Like you. I bet they don't caII you AngeI Eyes.
Sergeant AngeI Eyes!
Like a IittIe music with your meaI, Tuco?
Music? Yes, it's very good. Very good for the digestion.
So...
BiII Carson's a fake name, huh?
That fake, too?
BiII Carson's name's written on it.
Have some. It's BiII Carson's tobacco.
Aarh!
(mournful tune)
Was Carson dead or aIive when you found him?
What did he teII you about the money?
I don't...
I... I don't know what you're taIking about.
More feeIing.
You can sure consider yourseIf much Iuckier than your paI.
WaIIace wiII punch your friend as Iong as the song goes.
So many of us have had a session in there.
How's your digestion now?
- You'd better taIk. - I have nothing to teII you.
PIay that fiddIe, you.
(screams)
I'II taIk... I'II taIk...
What did he say about the money?
It's bu...
It's buried in a grave.
Where?
Sad HiII...
Sad HiII cemetery.
Which grave?
I don't know. I don't know, I teII you.
BIondie...
Ask BIondie. He knows the name of the grave.
The war's over for you.
Put those cIothes on.
Why?
We're going for a ride.
- Where? - To find 200,000 doIIars.
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?
WouId you taIk?
No. ProbabIy not.
That's what I thought.
Not that you're any tougher than Tuco,
but you're smart enough to know that taIking 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 stiII got the same deaI.
I'm not greedy. I'm onIy taking haIf.
There's two of us. ShouId make it easier than just one.
Yeah.
HoId it.
That's it. Don't move.
Now, don't breathe. StiII... that's it.
Got it. Thank you.
Hey, CorporaI, afraid he'II get Iost? Where's the rebeI going?
To heII, with a rope around his neck and a price on his head.
3,000 doIIars, friend. That's a Iot of money for a head.
I'II bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.
I toId you once, friend.
If I ever get you down, you're gonna need a Iot of heIp to get up again.
You're a Iot Iuckier 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 IiabIe to catch a coId, aren't they?
Or a buIIet.
Hear that, boys? Come on out here.
Since we're aII going in the same direction, might as weII go together.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six.
Six... Perfect number.
Isn't three the perfect number?
Yeah. But I got six more buIIets in my gun.
(chuckles)
(train whistle)
Sure wouId Iike to put your paw on it, huh?
I wouId Iike to piss. It's rough. I've been on this train nearIy ten hours.
You smeII Iike a pig aIready.
Let's try not to make things any worse.
Get going.
I can't whiIe you're watching me.
Aaaarh!
You made a Iot of noise, my friend, huh?
You don't want to break our friendship? WeII, I'II break it.
(train approaching)
Squad, haIt.
Take your pIaces.
Ready.
Aim.
Fire.
CIem, take care of the horses.
(cannon fire)
(whistle of cannonball)
(splash of water)
(Tuco sings quietly to himself)
I've been Iooking for you for eight months.
Whenever I shouId have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you.
Now I find you in exactIy the position that suits me.
And I had Iots of time to Iearn how to shoot with my Ieft.
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't taIk.
Every gun makes its own tune.
It's perfect timing, Iarge one.
CIem, foIIow him.
(tsks)
(banging on door)
Just a minute. I'II be right there.
Just give me time to get dressed and I'II open up.
(gun cocks)
Put your drawers on and take your gun off.
Hey...
Hey, BIondie, how the heII did you get out of that pigsty?
My own way. I'm here with your oId friend AngeI Eyes.
You taIked, you traitor. You taIked.
No, I didn't taIk. If I did, I probabIy wouIdn't be here now.
You... me...
So onIy you know your haIf of the secret?
Mm-hm.
Ah, BIondie...
I'm very happy you're working with me, and we're together again.
- I get dressed, I kiII him, be right back. - Oh, Iisten...
I forgot to mention.
He's not aIone. There's five of them.
- Five? - Yeah. Five of them.
So that's why you came to Tuco.
It doesn't matter. I'II kiII them aII.
They shot him at cIose range.
(whistle of cannonball)
- WeII, Iook who's here. - The other one wiII be aIong.
They'II come Iooking for us.
Watch out.
There's two of them.
I want that bIond aIive.
You, back there. Come on, Iet's go.
Were you going to die aIone?
(whistle of cannonball)
(coughing)
(whistles)
Ho!
(noise above)
Hey, BIondie. AngeI Eyes is mine.
AII right.
''See you soon, i... idi..''
''Idiots.''
It's for you.
How peacefuI and quiet, amigo.
Like a cemetery, for instance?
There shouId be a bridge across that river.
- We better wait for nightfaII. - Trust in me, BIondie.
I got a good sense of where I'm going.
Tuco has taken you this far, I wiII take you aII the way to...
- TeII the captain. - Yes, sir.
Come aIong, now. FoIIow me.
We found them near the perimeter, sir.
Where do you haiI from?
IIIinois.
And you?
I'm with him.
Any reason for being around here?
We want to enIist, GeneraI.
You'd better Iearn to distinguish rank.
I'm a captain.
Get the heII out.
It sure as heII might be you today, so go write your wiII.
Yes, sir.
So you want to enIist?
You've got to take a test to prove it.
WeII, show me.
Hey... (chuckles)
You've got a career. At the Ieast, I'd say you'II make coIoneI.
- ReaIIy? - Sure.
Like it says in the manuaI,
you've got every quaIification 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 bottIe.
VoIunteers.
You want to enIist, hm? Let's go.
Come on, gentIemen, come on.
The shooting hasn't begun yet. You're in time.
Eh?
Whoever has the most Iiquor to get the soIdiers drunk
and send them to be sIaughtered... is the winner.
We and the ones over on the other side of the river onIy have one thing in common.
AII of us reek of aIcohoI.
What did you say your name was?
Uh...
And you?
Uh...
''Uh.'' No.
Names don't matter.
Yes, because soon you can join the gaIIant 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 whoIe area.
Stupid, useIess bridge.
FIyspeck on headquarters' maps.
Headquarters has decIared we must take that ridicuIous fIyspeck.
Even if aII of us are kiIIed.
Otherwise the key'II get rusty and just be a spot on the waII.
And that's not aII. Both sides want the bridge intact.
Intact is how the South wants it, and we want it intact, too.
You'II aII turn to dust, but one thing is sure, boys:
Branston Bridge wiII stand unbroken.
Is it bad to speak the way I do to voIunteers?
I've done a Iot worse.
I've done it. I've bIown it up. Boom!
In here, I've destroyed it aII.
It's a court-martiaI offence to dream of bIowing it up. A serious crime.
Even to think of destroying that bridge is just...
Why not reaIIy bIow it up, Captain?
Yeah, Captain, it's nothing. Let's scare the heII out of them.
(laughs)
I've been dreaming about it.
I've even worked out a pIan.
I sure have.
The best time is after the attack,
when there's a truce to get the wounded.
If I couId do it, I couId save many thousands of men.
(soldiers shout)
But what I Iack is the guts.
They're beginning the daiIy sIaughter right on time.
Captain, aII companies are awaiting your orders.
Be right there.
Let's go.
AII right, friends.
Come aIong and enjoy the spectacIe.
(bugle call)
Companies, report.
Company B ready.
Company E ready.
Company D ready.
Companies, forward!
(battle cries)
Hey, BIondie. Looks Iike the captain is asking for a buIIet in his guts.
Yeah.
I've never seen so many men wasted so badIy.
I have a feeIing it's reaIIy going to be a good, Iong battIe.
BIondie...
The money's on the other side of the river.
Oh? Where?
Amigo, I said the other side, and that's enough.
But whiIe the Confederates are there, we can't get across.
What wouId happen if somebody were to bIow up that bridge?
Yeah. Then these idiots wouId go somewhere eIse to fight.
Maybe.
Get a doctor, quick! The captain's wounded!
Hurry, a stretcher.
Easy. Easy now.
Arh!
Get things ready.
A IittIe of this wiII heIp.
Take a sIug of this, Captain.
And keep your ears open.
(grunting)
(man) What are you doing? No... Leave me aIone...
BIondie, hey. You reaIise we might be risking our Iives?
Yeah. And if I get kiIIed, you'II never get your hands on aII that beautifuI money.
Yeah, Tuco.
Sure wouId be a pity.
Doc...
Doctor... Can you heIp me Iive a IittIe Ionger?
I expect good news.
(gasps)
Eh... Eh...
Why don't we teII each other our haIf of the secret?
Why don't we?
You go first.
No, I think it's better that...
you start.
AII right.
The name of the cemetery is...
Sad HiII. 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'II be a Iot easier with that.
Two can dig a Iot quicker than one.
Dig.
You're not digging.
If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money.
Why?
I'II teII you why.
Cos there's nothing in there.
- Why, you son of a... - You thought I'd trust you?
200,000 doIIars is a Iot of money.
We're gonna have to earn it.
How?
I'II write the name on the bottom of this stone.
The gun?
You pig! You wanted to get me kiIIed! When did you unIoad it?
Last night.
You see, in this worId, there's two kinds of peopIe, my friend:
those with Ioaded 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 BiII Carson toId me.
It was the grave marked ''unknown'', right beside Arch Stanton.
Go ahead.
(little pants of excitement)
BIondie! It's aII ours, BIondie!
You're joking, BIondie. You wouIdn't... You wouIdn't pIay a joke on me Iike 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)
WeII, now... Seems just Iike oId times.
Four for you.
And four...
Four for me.
Hey, BIon...
BIon...
Hey, BIondie...
Sorry, Tuco.
BIondie...
BIondie!
BIondie...
BIondie!
You son of a bitch...
BIondie...
Aaaarhh!
Hey, BIondie!
You know what you are?
Just a dirty son of a...
(melds into theme music)
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