Keoma!
Why are you here?
Why did you come back?
Because there are only a few things that hold any meaning.
The place you come from, and the people you love.
Then listen to me.
These have never been your people. They never loved you.
Even if you fought for them, and won for them.
Don't go.
You always show up when a life ends.
- Why did you come to me now? - Fear not, it's not to stop you.
Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy!
Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy!
I could've done it once already. Back when you were a kid.
But you survived a needless slaughter.
And only because I wanted. I saved you from myself.
I walked away from you.
You already forgot.
So you've made up your mind.
Even loved ones and memories
feel like debts to pay, when you've been away this long.
Aren't you tired of killing?
This world is rotten!
Keoma!
Don't touch me, Liza.
You don't want to fall ill like me. Think about the baby.
What difference does it make, Bill?
It's only a matter of time before the plague gets to me as well.
Why not kill them here, instead of taking them to the mine?
Aren't we supposed to be good Samaritans?
I'll find a way to distract them.
In the meantime, try to escape.
What are you talking about? They'll kill you.
At least you should survive, Liza.
Guys, he's trying to escape! Down there! Go after him!
Stop him!
What are you waiting for? Take him down!
No!
What are you doing here? You didn't run away, too?
Maybe she was enjoying the show!
I bet you'd love to have some fun with us.
Too bad you've got the plague!
A real shame.
Don't touch her, she's got the plague.
I wouldn't bother, stranger.
We're taking her to the old mine with the others.
It's dangerous to let them wander around.
We kill all those who try to escape. Those are the orders.
One of them could infect the whole town.
I suggest you get the hell out of here.
You talk too much.
Get off your horse.
I said get off.
Come on! I want to see some grace!
Not like that, higher! Raise those legs.
Not like that. Like this!
- Jane, don't mind her. - Take your hands off me.
- Come on, why...? - No, don't touch my money.
Five!
Give them here.
Four! Come on, give me a four!
What are you doing there? Are you shy or something?
What's the matter, stranger? Don't you want to have fun?
You're one of the few men left in town. They're dropping like flies.
The lady would like something to eat.
Hey! That's Farrow's wife!
What the hell is she doing here?
She's got the plague! Get her out of here, come on!
Kick her out! She's got the plague! Do you want to get infected?
I said she wants to eat.
I thought they took her to the mine.
Get that woman out of here.
She's with me.
Stop there.
And now, unload it.
You forgot one.
- We'll take dinner in our room. - But... we don't have any, sir.
They're all taken.
You.
Which one is your room?
- Number 7. - Get the key.
But...
Hey! He ran away!
He's gone!
Come on! He's gone that way!
- This way! Let's cut him off! - We must catch him!
Come on with those torches!
What happened here?
- How did you end up like this? - We can't let him escape!
It was... right after the war.
A bunch of ex-soldiers came to town, those no good sons of bitches.
They're led by some guy named Caldwell. He used to be a Confederate officer.
He started buying land and mines, forcing people to sell on the cheap.
Those who refused paid with their lives.
Then came the plague,
thanks to the polluted wells.
The town was isolated, with people dying.
But tell me.
Why are you helping me?
We must stop him!
Your son has the right to live.
- There he is! Call everyone! - Come on!
- Where do you think you're going? - Trying to escape?
Come here, where are you going?
Look, he still manages to run!
- Let's burn him alive! - Yeah! Let's do that!
- Let's head to the saloon. - We'll call the others.
Down!
Stay down, you bastard!
Kill him!
You're really good at killing men when they're already dead.
Guys, let's go! Come on.
Hurry UP!
George.
Say that again.
George.
I haven't heard that name in a long time.
I almost forgot what it sounded like.
Where's your bow?
With all the things that belong to a drunkard.
At a pawn shop, so I can buy more booze.
You're lying. It can't be true.
I'm afraid it is.
You know, right?
I used to have something to hope for.
My freedom.
Yeah...
The war is over. You got your freedom.
That freedom wasn't worth much.
That's why I drink.
Who's Caldwell?
You remember this?
Sounds different.
I've only got three strings left.
Until they snap, too.
And me with them.
So what happened with that stranger at the saloon?
I told you, Caldwell.
You didn't tell me how it ended.
He shot two of our men without even looking.
Don't be silly, come on.
Nobody could hit a target without even looking.
Without looking?
Only two men are capable of that.
Our father and someone else.
Yes, someone else.
Let's go, come on!
- Keoma, come here! - Don't you run, you coward!
Catch him, Lenny!
Let's go this way!
That damn Indian!
- He's in the stables! - I got him!
- Hit him harder! - You son of a bitch!
- Let's kill him! - We'll make you pay!
- Bust him up! - Come on! Harder!
Kids, that's enough!
Come on, lunch is ready.
Next time. ..
Look what a mess you made.
Go wash your hands.
Then go eat.
You're not coming, Keoma?
Aren't you hungry?
Come on.
Keoma, are you planning to stand there all day?
Come on, hurry up.
Welcome home, son.
I haven't seen you in years. Where have you been?
Fighting a war.
Did you win it?
I was on the winning side.
- Meet anybody faster than you? - Not yet.
Maybe I never will.
Still as cocky as ever, aren't you?
- It's not the town I used to know. - Yeah. Soon there will be no town left.
People have changed.
- They won't fight back. - Isn't it better that way?
If they did, they'd kill your sons as well.
They chose to side with the strongest, Keoma.
I can't blame them.
- And who would that be? - Caldwell.
You used to be the strongest.
I was the fastest.
Only the fastest...
...not the strongest.
I was always the first to shoot,
but I wasn't always right.
I'm old enough to admit that I've been wrong at times.
But I realized it a bit late.
The great Shannon.
I've seen George.
Did you?
- Dad. - Yeah?
- Why did we fight? - What?
That war.
What's the point of war?
What's the point?
I don't know, either.
I figure that after slaughtering Indians, we thought we had to do something...
...generous.
So we set the black man free.
Now that we feel righteous,
we can start killing again.
Have you ever been in love?
Not like you.
Your mother...
I've been looking for something,
ever since she died.
What are you looking for, son?
Myself, I guess. I don't know.
I need to understand who I am.
To give some meaning to what I do.
There must be a reason I'm alive.
But I fear that when I find out, it won't be enough.
So in the meantime, I wander, looking for something.
Even when the Earth sleeps, I keep asking myself... why I'm alive.
I felt the same way when they killed your mother.
And when you left.
I'd like to do something, Keoma.
But...
It's strange. I defied death my whole life.
It stared me in the face, and I wasn't afraid.
But now I'm old and the end is near...
...I want to live.
And I'm afraid.
What should I do?
I don't want to kill my own sons.
Come on, get moving!
Out of here, move!
- Kick her out, come on! - Don't let her touch anything.
I'll have to burn everything in my room, it's all infected.
- Stay away from her. - What about everything I lost?
- Who will pay me back? - The sooner you leave, the better.
Take her to the mine!
Hey! Look who's here!
I thought you were already dead.
Say, what happened to your chaperone?
Did he dump you?
Don't tell me the honeymoon's over?
Let's go! Move it.
Wait! Who'll pay me back now?
You shouldn't get in the way, nigger.
Now it smells like shit in here.
Don't you smell it too, nigger?
Now I'll have to clean up.
Get going-
Come on, stop it!
I tried to stop them, Keoma, I swear.
I tried, but there were too many.
They took her. Caldwell's men took her.
Caldwell?
What did they do to her?
I wanted to help her. God knows I wanted to do it.
Where's Liza now?
What did they do, nigger?
I think they took her to the old mine, where they keep all the others.
George, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
You two, find her.
It's no use.
You can't save her.
Look inside that tent.
Hey, you. Look at me.
I want to see your face.
Come on.
Yeah... Finally. Get up and come out.
NOW!
She's here! I found her!
What's the name of the man who took you to the saloon?
I want his name.
Or do you prefer death?
You prefer that?
I don't know.
I don't know his name!
Then you can die.
It's my son, George.
It's my son.
My dear brothers.
Butch. Sam.
And Lenny.
Three names.
One brand.
You can't take a brand off an animal. There's no use hiding your face.
It's what you have inside that strikes me.
It's been a long time.
But you haven't changed.
Get lost, Keoma.
- We don't care what you think. - Not so fast, Lenny.
Our dear stepbrother has always been a coward.
You'll see, he'll leave on his own.
That's enough!
I've had it with your family disputes.
These poor people need to be treated.
To go back to their lives.
And as their friends, it's up to us to help them.
If we don't want the plague to claim other victims and destroy the town.
If we help each other, we'll be able to save ourselves.
Will you join us? I pay generously.
You'll pay, that's for sure.
But my price is high.
Let's go.
What are you waiting for?
Don't help us, stranger.
We're already dead.
There's no hope.
Don't you know the dead fear no one?
I'm only saying it for our children and wives.
For those who are still in town.
If we fight back or you help us,
Caldwell will destroy everything.
It's because of people like you that bastards like Caldwell are alive.
Keoma, be careful.
You can't take her back. They'll kill you both.
- She needs a doctor. - You can't do it alone.
I must.
Because I am alone.
It's my son, George.
This is your new family.
Why's he back, Dad?
What is he trying to prove? That nothing between us has changed?
We put up with him more than enough when we were little.
Now listen to me.
Things have changed. We don't want him around.
There's no place for him.
The only reason we didn't shoot him is out of respect for you!
You must tell him to leave.
Are you afraid of him?
Or that Caldwell might think more of him than you?
You've always underestimated us.
You were too busy looking after him to care about us.
You never gave us the affection he got.
But we're your real sons.
My real sons...
You're all sons of mine.
If there was any difference, you asked for it.
This is his home, he can come and go as he pleases.
The same goes for you.
You can come and go to hell, if that's what you want!
- We need to head back to the checkpoint. - Yeah.
Caldwell wants to avoid surprises.
Listen, nigger.
This place is sad enough without your crappy tunes.
Maybe he still hasn't had his fill.
Yeah, when he's drunk, the tunes get a little more cheerful.
- George? - Yes, it's me.
We're almost there. She only needs to rest a few days.
Nature will take care of everything else.
- Now you can get her out of here. - He's right.
She's staying here.
What? No way! She can't stay here.
If they found out, we'd be doomed.
How much do they pay you not to treat these people?
What are you saying? I did what I could, but I don't have the medicines I need.
The authorities don't know a thing.
Caldwell doesn't let anyone leave town unless they're dead.
I'm fighting on my own.
And I need to think about my wife, she's the only thing I have left.
I want no part of this.
Giving up would be like dying, even if it's a slow death.
If that's what you think, it's better to die right away.
The same goes for you.
I've always looked up to you.
Don't you remember what you meant to me?
You were my idol!
I was a half-breed and you were a negro.
But you said that the color of our skin didn't matter.
That you feared no one.
Not even bears and buffaloes.
You could beat a man with one arm.
But now look at you.
Look at yourselves. Two cowards!
What do you want us to do, Keoma?
Come on, let's hear it!
Leave town, inform the authorities and bring back the medicines you need.
But... how?
You said it yourself, Doc. Only the dead get out of here.
That's it, George.
Why are you doing this?
Why are you doing it, Keoma?
I don't know, maybe I'm doing it for me.
George.
Where's Keoma?
Where's that rotten son of a bitch?
Speak up, nigger!
Looking for me?
We told you to leave, Keoma.
Don't tell me you didn't understand that.
What are you doing here?
This is not your stable, you bastard!
You lousy son of a bitch!
You're worth less than pig shit!
And that's where you'll end up.
You're pig shit!
- You need to be taught a lesson. - Bust him up!
You suck!
How shall we deal with this?
Three against one, for old times' sake?
I'm more than enough for you.
The gun. I left mine there.
Tell me, Indian.
What's the matter? Not feeling too well?
Always looking for trouble. What an idiot.
Come on, get up.
Hey!
Are you still alive?
Come on, give it up.
I can't fight you if you can barely stand up.
It's no fun.
Lenny!
Stop.
What's in there?
What do you think? Another victim. A negro, at that.
There's only one nigger in town, and he's as fit as a fiddle.
That's right. I saw him a few hours ago.
- Check it out. - Be my guest. You'll see how fit he is.
Look at him.
Look at this...
- I told you so. - You can go.
We'll see you around.
George! It worked.
Come on.
Hey, Doc.
They bought it, huh?
Not so fast.
You forget we need to get back into town.
Let me handle it, Doc.
The three Shannons.
The Terrors of the West.
The ones supposed to carry on their daddy's legacy.
And yet, none of you three managed to kill that dirty half-breed!
He embarrassed you in front of everyone!
And you want to be associates of mine?
Why don't you answer me, Butch?
I have no use for men like you!
I'd rather do with rats!
From here on in, you're of no use to me.
I suggest you go home to daddy, so he can take care of you
and you'll stop making a mess.
Let's go.
The houses! Look inside the houses!
- People in the streets! - Get out!
- Help! _
Get all women and old folk out!
Get them all out!
Go away!
Help!
We must find him! He's still in town!
What are you waiting for? Get out!
Get moving!
- Let's find him! - Help!
- Come on, get moving! - Help! Let me go!
- Come on, let's go. - Come on, hurry up.
Hey, he's there!
Inside the doctor's house!
- Where is he? - What do you want? There's no one here.
I haven't been out in days.
Where's your husband?
He's drinking at the saloon, as always.
Nothing here!
Check all the exits!
Look everywhere, he can't be far. Come on, hurry up!
Keoma!
Get out of the way! Come on, that way!
Look, here!
- He was here! - Come on, let's go!
There's no time to waste!
Come on!
He killed William!
Come this way!
Get up, on your feet!
Come.
The stables! Check the stables!
She's asleep.
You take care of her.
Keoma.
Watch your back. Okay?
- Welcome back, Doctor. - Hello, there. It's nice to see you.
Hey, Gramps. You've made it big, huh?
From doctor to carrying negroes to the grave!
Right! And next time I'll be smuggling medicines!
That's it, George. We made it.
Nobody can catch us.
Hey!
They brought us medicines!
Medicines for everyone!
Did you hear us? Medicines to cure the plague!
Come, people. Come!
- Come and see. - Look what he brought us!
- He'll save us! - We're safe.
Come, let's help him.
- One at a time. - Come on.
- Help us unload them. - Careful!
Easy. Be careful.
Open it, come on.
Good. Be careful.
Look here.
I brought you medicines and some food.
The soldiers will bring more later.
How did they manage it?
And one more thing. Soon a federal judge will arrive.
Thank goodness. Those bastards will finally stop.
- Gentlemen. - Shut that trap of yours.
Hey, nigger... Weren't you dead?
You're a cunning one.
What else is in there?
Lost your tongue?
- There are only medicines. - Oh, really?
Doctor, Caldwell runs this place.
You must pay for everything he gives you.
Water, wheat... even air.
And now even medicine!
I'll pay this time.
And how much will you pay, Keoma?
Four cents.
What do you mean, four cents? That's almost nothing.
It's the price of four bullets.
One.
Two.
Three.
And four.
Here.
It's got your name on it.
Go tell your boss that I'll wait for him here.
He's waiting for me?
Good, it'll be the last time he waits for anyone.
We'll head into town.
And Caldwell?
The way I see it, we should just take him out.
What are you saying, Sam?
That would be a big mistake. We still need him alive.
Right.
What use is he to us?
Sooner or later, he'll be useful to us.
Don't worry, he'll solve our problem.
- He'll do anything to kill Keoma. - How can you be so sure?
- What if he doesn't do it? - He will.
The best way to hunt a bear is by sending a fox after it.
If you're lucky, you'll get rid of them both all at once.
And then the forest will find itself without a leader.
And then?
Then?
Then everything will be much easier. No one will stop us.
The whole town will be in our hands. The three Shannons will rule.
Now let's go see what the fox is doing.
Please, let me through. The boy is sick.
Please, it's for the boy.
- Easy there. - It's all done, you can go.
- Next one. - Do you need another vaccine?
- Yes, thanks. - No, Benson.
- I gave you two bottles of this. - All right, then.
- But my husband needs it. - When the soldiers bring the rest.
- You'll feel much better. - I got bandages and medicine.
Caldwell is coming!
Quick, go back to your homes!
Come on, inside!
He's in there!
Surround the house!
Go that way, come on!
Come out, Keoma! You're trapped!
What can you do all by yourself?
Are you sure, Caldwell?
Why don't you take a look around?
See the negro up there?
He's not alone.
I want them dead. What are you waiting for?
Bob! John! The barn!
The saloon! Shannon is in the saloon!
Like old times, Mr. Shannon.
Exactly, George.
Together again.
Up there, behind the barrels!
Don't let him get away. Go after him!
That rotten bastard's making fools out of us.
You goddamned idiots!
The horses! Shoot at the horses!
Stop there!
The tower!
Mr. Shannon!
George!
Caldwell! Inside the saloon! We got him!
You know... This bullet doesn't have your name on it.
Come down, Keoma!
Come down or I'll blow his head off!
Keoma.
Daddy!
Daddy.
No.
Don't, Keoma!
No!
See what happens...
...to those who dare to go against me?
Caldwell!
You shouldn't have done that.
I'm truly sorry.
But it was necessary.
Shannon, your father, had turned against us.
He turned against me, and especially against you.
He did everything to save him.
William John Shannon has passed away.
The fastest gun in the West.
A decent and loyal man.
No one ever dared to disrespect him.
Everyone knew what a great man he was!
He was a strong and generous man.
But he betrayed him!
This bastard, the son he loved the most.
More than his own life.
And he had the audacity to get him killed!
But if this is all his murder amounts to,
why is the whole town mourning the death of William John Shannon?
Our father.
Because he didn't only betray his father.
Keoma betrayed every single one of us, that's why.
Keoma is to blame for the death of all your loved ones.
He brought bloodshed and sorrow here.
And how should we deal with that? Shall we kill him with our own hands?
Or maybe hang him like a dog?
No.
We are men of justice.
And justice should decide his fate.
Just like it did with this dirty rat.
But enough of all this violence.
A federal judge is on his way.
It'll be up to him to pass judgement on Keoma and decide his guilt.
My brother will be proclaimed sheriff,
and together with him, we'll rebuild our future.
And now, let's all go get ourselves a drink.
Hurrah for the Shannons!
- Hurrah! - Hurrah for the Shannons!
- You're not coming? - You're just like Caldwell. You disgust me.
Hurrah for the Shannons!
Keoma! Keoma!
Keoma!
For sure!
We will transform this town of ours into a rich and prosperous metropolis!
- He's out of his mind. - Yeah.
And what's worse, he's already flying high.
I hope he doesn't land on his ass on his way down.
Hurrah for the Shannons!
Butch! Lenny!
We must find him.
Don't leave him behind, Keoma! Don't do it!
He will die! He needs you!
You're wrong! He doesn't need me, because he's free.
And when you're free, you need nothing!