All language subtitles for Return.Of.Sabata.1971.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

(Ticking)

(Lamps creaking)

(Watch ticking)

(Door creaking)

(Guns cocking)

(Gun firing)

(Clinking)

Woman: (Whispering) Sabata.

Man: (Whispering) Sabata.

(Lamps creaking)

(Gun cocking)

(Cocking)

(Gun firing)

(Gun cocking)

(Gun firing)

(Glass shattering)

(Gun cocking)

(Clicking)

(Creaking)

Now what do you do

when your gun's empty

and there isn't any time
for you to reload?

(Sighs)

Man: Let me have your gun.

(Clicking)

(Firing) (Screaming)

(Grunting)

(Laughing)

The grand finale of the show.

Bing! Boom!

(Gun firing)

(Giggling)

Ladies and gentlemen,
our next show is at 8:40.

(Laughing)

(Circus music playing)

(Exclaiming)

(All exclaiming)

(Screaming)

Come one. Come all.

Barker: (Over pa)
Ladies and gentlemen, come back again.

Tell your friends, the fine people
of the city of hobsonville,

they can't afford to miss the
most unique show of all time.

Anyone who can hold a gun

is eligible for challenging
our champion.

Make your reservations now,

for the next show beginning
at 8:40 this evening.

As many as six contestants will be
permitted to compete at the same time.

Don't pass up a chance like
this to show your skills.

Step right up.
It only costs a dollar.

The blank cartridges, the gun,
and the challenger's shirt,

decorated with a souvenir
you can wear proudly,

are all included in the price.

Extraordinary!
I don't know how you do it.

All those bullets are real!

- Would you like to try one yourself?
- Oh, I couldn't.

(Chuckling)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Inaudible)

Barker: (Over pa) Step right up,
gentlemen. Apply right now.

Anyone who manages
to beat our champion

wins 10 times the money he bet.

This way, gentlemen.

There's the cashier.

Don't pass up the chance

to match your skill and marksmanship
with our great champion.

Citizens of hobsonville,
here's your opportunity

to challenge our great champion.

Prove to yourself
what a steady hand you have,

what a good eye,

and what a sharp aim
you've got...

(Man laughing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Man: Hey, watch it, will you!

J' sabata

j' sabata

j“ the fastest gun in the west

j“ I said, the fastest gun
in the west

j“ nine-fingered man

j“ four-barrelled Dillinger

j sabata

j he's the only invincible man

j in the countryside

j“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

(glass shattering)

J' you get your life
if he lets you go

j'go

j'go

j'go

j'go

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ if you wanna get money

j' and if wanna get rich

j' and if you wanna good life

j" you gotta be a son of a...

J“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ if you wanna get money

j“ if you wanna get rich

j“ if you wanna good life

j' you gotta be a son of...

J“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j“ bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j sabata

j' the fastest gun in the west

j“ four-barrelled Dillinger

j he's the only invincible man

j in the countryside

j sabata, sabata j

major.

At ease.

Lieutenant.

Why'd you run off?

I didn't want you to be upset.

I mean, when I saw my
superior officer endin' up

in a sideshow...

There are worse places to be.

Uh, what do you mean?

Uh, nothin'.

Remember this?

Hey!

My good-luck piece.

The medal I won in the war.

You lost it at poker, remember?

You can win it back at poker,
if you want.

(Chuckling) No more poker.

I'm finished with that game.

Even three years have passed,

I haven't forgotten
that $5,000 I owe you.

I've begun saving,

and, well, I'll pay it back
to you one day.

I give you my word.

Bet it's pretty difficult
to cash that.

Where can I find you?

Right here in hobsonville.

I've got a friend,
runs a gambling house.

We were in the army together.

You picked the worst place.

Hobsonville doesn't have
any money to spare.

(Snickering)

Croupier: 20 black.

Number 20 wins the round.

(Piano playing)

Croupier: There you are.

Lieutenant, this town is rotten.

It's really rotten.

You're winning, major.

I'd like to talk to you.

Right now?

Before you break the bank.

Croupier: Place your bets.

Place your bets,
ladies and gentlemen, please.

The yellow goes on number eight.

Very well, ma'am.

Place your bets down, everybody.

Round and round she goes.

You're a rich man now.

I'm listening.

If you like to play with
a magnet in your cigar case,

there's a much bigger gambling
joint over in redstone.

You'll do even better there.

Ah.

You see, major,
here in hobsonville,

we're all honest,
hardworking folks.

Here.

I pried this magnet from
under your roulette table.

(Whistles)

You mean you won
without any help?

Damn! What luck!

What's lucky about it?

You should be
a sleight-of-hand artist.

They have one
workin' at the circus.

(Bottle clinking)

His name is pickles.

Partners?

Well...

Don't worry.

Only until you pay back
the $5,000 you owe me.

Where do I change these,
with the cashier?

Oh, no, no. I'll do it.

How come there are so many
irishmen in this town?

They've got
an organisation here.

They work for the progress
of hobsonville.

They're a big family.

All those brothers, cousins,
in-laws, can't keep track of them.

And the family's run
by Joe mcintock,

who's the smartest one.

(Organ playing)

That soul who hath horses
and golden robes,

saith the beggar,

and jars overflowin'
with gold and precious stones,

he shall place at thy feet
all his riches, woman,

for thou art here
to be purchased.

But she who is full of the
grace of the lord god,

spurneth riches
and golden robes.

We pray to thee, o lord,
to keep us away from men

possessed of the fleeting
pleasures of the carnal urge,

of violence,

of the will to create discord.

Oh, father, let us go back to the
innocence we knew originally

so we can claim
our future in Christ.

Amen.

All: Amen.

(Coughing)

(Uncorking)

(Gasping)

(Sighing)

A splendid sermon, father.

Thank you. Thank you.

- It was beautiful.
- I was glad to be here.

- A memorable service.
- Thank you.

God bless you. Good day.

(Whispering inaudibly)

Not here.

You're supposed to eliminate
an enemy of the organisation

and you failed in your mission.

(Groaning)

Thank the lord you're alive,

'cause you really owe it to him.

Mercy's what
I've learned from him.

What's that?

$100. Just take it off
what you owe me.

(Carriage approaching)

(Horse neighing)

Hey. Lovely view.

- California, I'd say.
- Nope.

Obviously further east.

Well, a 10-spot
says you're mistaken.

Pal, you've already lost.

Huh.

I just bet that guy
over there $10

that you've come from Missouri.

That's true.

You worked at madame boisset's
in St. Louis, right?

Right again, I worked there.

Ah. And what are you doin' here?

Working the town
for a two-week run.

Well, you picked
the right place.

Hobsonville's lousy with money.

It should be good here.

I'll bet you're all sold out
in advance, aren't you?

For a guy like you, I guess I can
always make an exception, can't I?

(Yelling)

(Yelling)

(Man grunting)

(Both grunting)

Get out of here.

Go and fight some place
else, you two.

(Grunting)

(Horse neighing)

(Door opening)

(Door banging shut)

Clyde: Still here?

Waiting for somebody?

I found it! Now you see it.

Now you don't.

When somebody's
as lucky as you are,

you just have to
lighten their burden.

Get out, you two.

It was just a misunderstanding.

It won't happen again, major.

(People cha'i'i'ering)

You guys are pretty good.

(Crickets chirping)

Pickles.

Attendant:
Five minutes, Mr. Pickles.

Sleeping, Mr. Pickles?

A'i'i'endant: Help!

Help!

Somebody killed Diane.

(Chuckling)

Hmm.

Ah.

(Chuckling)

Sheriff: The statement of
the proprietor of the circus

makes perfectly clear
the relationship

between the girl
and Josiah pickles.

No doubt he killed her.
Obviously a crime of passion.

I'm sorry to see you go, sabata.

If you should
change your mind...

Ed Cunningham will
do fine replacing me.

If you need me,
I'll be in Clyde's saloon.

Good.

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

Thanks very much.
I'll smoke it later.

Now.

How's business?

Couldn't be better, stranger.

This town's exploding
by leaps and bounds.

Right, Mr. Mayor?

(Snorting) What did he say?

Mr. Mayor's the name
of my horse.

Go on.

Now, if you'd arrived
a year ago...

Hot and cold runnin' water,
all the luxuries.

Hmm.

It's the room I reserve
for my special guests.

Great.

The only trouble is
it's right next door to you.

There'll be somebody
to help you.

With what?

I know you didn't
have anything to do

with that business
in the circus,

or that girl.

You're wrong.

She's the one that gave me
the information on pickles.

I've been iivin' with that
circus for two months

because I had a hunch
on somethin' big.

Now...

Oh, well, if you need
a helpin' hand. I mean...

(Chuckling)

Yeah.

I maybe could use
a helpin' finger.

There's a lot of redheads
loose around here.

Well, I'm right here at
your Beck and call, major.

You know you can trust me.

Don't forget, major,

during the war I was at
your side, with the south.

I suppose that's another
reason we lost, lieutenant.

Huh.

Hmm.

Barber: Hey, stranger,
you didn't pay the tax.

Look, it's written right here.

Sabata: On basic
necessities, it's 5%

and 50% for houses of pleasure?

No discounts?

The shave comes under
luxuries, that's 20%.

And if I don't want to pay?

(Drum beating)

Hail to the mcintocks
of hobsonville!

(People cha'i'i'ering)

(Laughing)

Ladies and gents,
citizens of hobsonville,

we all want our town to
expand and grow more rich,

earn the respect
of other cities.

To do that we must all
pay our contributions

for a better tomorrow.

(Laughing)

Oh, my friend!

My generous friend.

See that man over there?

(Inaudible)

I bought this weapon, the same
as yours, a year ago for $12.

Now, if you're going to charge
me $24 here, taxes or not,

that sounds like
legalised theft.

Never mind, mister.

We don't like strangers
with tough talk.

(Drum beating)

Good citizens,
don't pay any attention

to the wild words
of the stranger here.

He don't respect the same
things that you good men do.

The sacred Bible,
the blessed saviour.

(Gun firing)

"Don't offend sabata."

A portion from the proverbs.

Nothing, nothing.

I asked the man to put out
my cigar, that's all.

You know an organisation
that's cheating us all?

- Well, I do. Mcintock's.
- Huh?

Bronco: Anyone who uses
trickery or money or violence

to swindle innocent,
unsuspecting people

and treats them as,
uh, simpletons,

nobody can call that man
a Christian.

J sabata

j sabata j

(laughing)

Try some.

You get more attractive
every time I see you.

Come here.

Man: Well, then,
I don't have to tell you

what's inside
that package, do I?

Man 2: I'll figure it out.

Hmm, well, you can't believe what
you read in the papers, can you?

Better decide
what you're here for.

I want to go with you,
but I can't now.

- How about it? $20 all right?
- Mmm-mmm.

Man: You know,
I didn't know what to do.

Hello, handsome.

Cows, man.

I can tell you how old
they are by their teeth.

Your wife's teeth, they must
be all gold by now, right?

(Both laughing)

You're offended. Rosette!

I was talking
about my cow, evelina.

I wouldn't make any remarks
about your age.

But since you're
getting personal,

oh, only this morning
I was raring to go.

A good place for umbrellas.

(All laughing)

You can look,
but don't touch, junior.

First time? No.

I come here every day.

- Every day?
- Uh-huh.

Only so far,
I haven't got the nerve.

Maggie was asking about you.

She says she won't
charge you for it.

Just the town planning tax.

And what if I don't pay?

I'll show you the exit door,

and I'll even open it for you.

I don't think that'll be
necessary, I know the way.

(Piano playing)

Let's go.

Chuck!

Now, where do you
think you're goin'?

Well, I have an appointment
with your leading lady.

She's rehearsin'.

Well, I don't think so.

She wouldn't begin
the show without me.

Why? Who are you?

Well, I'm her prompter.

Hey, Joe. Tell him it's okay.

It's sabata.

(People screaming)

Sabata.

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

As a prompter, he's not bad.

What do you mean, prompter?

He must be the stage manager.

(Glass shattering)

(Panting)

Please, please.

(Grunting)

(Drum sounding)

Citizens!

(Panting)

(Grunting)

(Yelling) (Screaming)

Let go.
What's the matter with you?

Go on, boy.

(Moaning)

Sabata, watch out.

(Grunting) (Chuckling)

Here you are, stranger.

(Grunting)

A very good way to explain,
"here's the way out."

All these irishmen
stink up the place.

Worse than some cigars.

All right, sabata, now,
what the hell's goin' on?

He refuses to pay the town
a penny in taxes.

It's the truth, sheriff.

He said all our taxes
are just legalised theft.

If you don't obey our laws,

I'll be obliged to arrest you.

Man: At this rate we won't
get far, eh, sheriff?

Sheriff.

(People yelling)

Have any of you
ever seen a $50 bill?

Man: There's one
right here for you.

Hey, don't push, grandpa.

You'll be dead
before you get upstairs.

I'm better than you, buster.

(Drum thumping)

Bronco: Stranger, don't
pretend you don't understand.

The Bible says,

"do unto others as you would
have others do unto you."

(Grunting)

You know your way around here.

You may not think about things

the same way I do,
but I still like you.

And I'm doing you a good turn.

And I say,
without the contributors,

hobsonville wouldn't be
the same place it is.

And that means
the citizens pay willingly,

because before this plan
of mcintock's...

If you insist, beat your drum,

but mind your own business.

(Exclaiming)

This is a peaceful city,

where every citizen
respects the law

and pays his contribution
for a better tomorrow.

Boom, boom.

All you lack is a drum.

Quiet.

Mclntock.

Your organisation must be
makin' a lot of money

to pay for all
this publicity, huh?

No answer to that?

They tell me
you're a good gambler.

I'm always lookin' for the odds.

Hmm.

A year ago,
there arrived in hobsonville

a man whose spirit
resembled yours.

He was fine handling a pistol,

but he kept on
interfering with us.

He disappeared suddenly.

Somebody did the poor man in.

His finger.

Guess it wasn't steady.

You can cheat at gambling,

but, for this,

why risk your life?

That's right.

So why should you
risk yours, mcintock?

Just a minute.

Who are you?

Somebody who's
lookin' for the odds.

Not bad before breakfast.

(Door creaking)

(Gasping)

When are you going
to begin making love?

Customers of yours?

I don't know
anything about them.

Don't try any foolin' around.

I've had enough exercise.

Remember, no noise.

I'll go along with that.

(Gun firing)

(Maggie gasps)

Sorry about the noise.

I think your mother's
waitin' for you.

Sabata: You see, Maggie,
I'm old-fashioned.

I don't like orgies.

Anyone hurt?

I just wanted a little peace...

And quiet.

(Gun firing)

I'd like to take a ride.

I'm beginning to
understand your mcintock.

I knew that you'd get
together with mcintock.

(Laughing)

You're doing great.

And you, Mr. Mayor,

when are you going to get
such a filly for yourself?

(Exclaiming)

Whoa.

Now here's where they'll
erect a fine new church,

a new school right over there.

And the new food market,
stockyards, railroad station,

the new bank, and the biggest
and best hospital in Texas.

(Grunts) Horse manure.

(Bronco grunting)

And a new newspaper is gonna be
established right there, see?

So, that's why I say
you ought to pay your share.

It isn't that much.

A little percentage
on items deemed necessary.

A mere 20% on luxury items,

50% on women and gambling.

You keep talking like that,
and they'll raise it.

(Insects buzzing)

(Exclaiming)

But you keep putting him down

because you don't know
Mr. Mcintock.

He happens to be
a very careful man.

He wants all the money
in the safe

before he starts to do anything.

Bionda: Hey, over there.

Hi, bronco.

Bronco: Get out of here,
you good-for-nothing.

How many times do I have to tell
you to keep away from here?

If I catch you, watch out.

Let's go.

(Grunting)

You know why
I'm all for mcintock?

Because he was a miner.

A man of the people,
like so many others.

Same as me.

Look over at that mine.

He worked it for years.
Found all kinds of things.

Apache graves, caves millions of
years old where people once lived,

even an underground river.

But gold, not a trace.

Come on now,
tell me your thoughts.

I think he's already found it.

Nobody's honest
if it's up to you.

I'll bet not even
your own mother.

Well...

Mmm.

(Piano playing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Waitin' here, Maggie?

That can mean losing
quite a lot of business.

He's my business.

Sabata: Those two over there.

They'd pay any price you asked.

And without any trouble, Maggie.

Who are they?

The braddock brothers.

They make a business trip here
twice a year from California.

California?

Lots of gold out there.

Croupier: Place your bets,
ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

Thank you, ma'am.

You, sir, you got
your chips down?

Stick close to me, partner.

You bring me luck.

(Music stops playing)

I have been informed that you are
playing with a magnet on you.

By who?

That's confidential information.

I also know you carry
other illegal objects.

Hand me your cigar, eh?

(Grunting)

(Chuckling)

If you don't win this time,

it will be my duty
to lock you up.

Go on.

14 red.

(Bronco chuckling)

Pretty good, huh?

Cash it in.

And no city tax.

Man: We were waitin'
to hear you say that.

It's a seesaw game, you see.

2 coins, a race, a kick, and
the first to grab the coin

that's flipped up into
the air wins them both.

Except that this time, instead
of using silver dollars,

we'll play with these.

(People murmuring)

Man: Wait.

Lieutenant, I could use
that helpin' finger now.

Ah.

Man: Take four steps.

Come on.

What are you waitin' for?

Fire.

(Chuckling)

Maybe you'd
rather have this one.

I'll show you how it works.

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Both grunting)

(Chuckling)

Good luck. See you all later.

Drop dead.

(Bronco yelling)

(Men laughing)

Bronco: The next time you
try anything like this,

I'll skin you alive.

And I won't wait until then.

Those bolts were all right.

Why'd you take them
from his buggy?

Well, uh, I needed them
in a hurry.

I'll tear you apart!

No, no, no, not you.
Take it easy, Mr. Mayor.

Lieutenant,
you're really the clown.

(Groaning)

I decide things around here.

Nobody orders anybody except me.

Nobody.

To bring violence into a
peaceful place like hobsonville,

where legality
is the due process

supporting a program
of reconstruction

that is a shining example
to everybody,

is against the judgment
of Joe mcintock.

That friend of yours is a
lot of trouble for us here.

When is he leaving?

Well, we're partners.

I couldn't help it.
I was forced into it.

I owed him money
for an old gamblin' debt.

$5,000.

(Chuckling)

I'll lend it to you.

And get rid of him.

This rotten town
suits me just fine.

So mcintock gave you $5,000
to get rid of me.

You know, by staying partners
we could earn more than this.

Ah, I see what
you're aimin' for.

And if you swindle me
on the deal?

I'm not like you.

No? A guy who'd shoot
his finger off in wartime

just to spend his
20 days convalescence

with the colonel's wife
is a lot worse.

Sure, you weren't wrong.

He was a pig, and she was
lovely, and he deserved it.

But you take advantage of any
situation that comes along.

Sabata: Look out!

(Glass shattering)

What do you think?

Were they shooting
at you or at me?

Oh, at both of us.
They want their $5,000 back.

Partners?

(Chuckling)

Yes. To the end.

I know sabata. He'll get to you,

and that will be
the end of everybody.

(Grunting)

Let's go.

(Footste ps approaching)

That's my watch.

Sit down.

You know, major,
all the contributions

made by the citizens
for hobsonville,

hundreds of thousands
of dollars,

are in Jeremy sweeney's safe.

He's the banker
as well as the mayor.

Mclntock's
future brother-in-law.

Well...

Because it's a family affair,

they're sure to want
to split it up.

All we have to do is make sure
the money is still there.

And how do you figure
to do that?

It's not difficult.

All you have to have is a drum

and a man who believes
in mcintock

as though he were
our lady of Pilar,

or Guadalupe or something.

Man: Mcintock.

Crowd: Mcintock.

Citizens of hobsonville,

Joe mcintock has a great announcement
he wants to make personally.

Friends, the trust which you placed
in me these last three years

waiting for this announcement,

is the best reward
I could receive.

Now here it is.

We are to begin our
long-promised construction

to make hobsonville better,

a city that we can all
be proud of.

A shining and moral home for
our menfolk and our women.

Our women whose morality
provides us with an example

of righteous
and virtuous conduct

for our children
and our children's children.

(All cheering)

No! No! No!

(Sabata whistling)

(Both grunting)

Mcintock: Stop.

Please, I hate violence.

Hmm.

Mmm-hmmm.

(Jackie chuckling)

You were really marvellous, Joe.

Thank you.

What would I do without you?

So that's how
you're fighting mcintock.

Well, yours isn't
the only way to fight.

Don't upset things, please.

(Laughing)

I've thought of a way to get
rid of the guards at the bank.

Late, as usual.

(Crickets chirping)

(Harmonica playing)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Playing)

McDonald.

Come down here.

Coming.

(Harmonica stops playing)

(Knocking on door)

Man: O'brien, it's ferdy.

Open up.

(Gun cocking)

(Both grunting)

Angel: It won't open.

Something's very funny.

Sabata: Him?

I? No. No.

Take the bolt from the top.

It's double locked.

Sabata: You didn't
know it, eh, clown?

(Door opening) I wasn't sure.

They key. Leave it there.
Come on.

(Crickets chirping)

(Chuckling)

(Screaming)

Jackie.

Jackie.

Do we leave Clyde inside?

He'll take care of himself.

What do you think you're doing?

We've got plenty of bolts.

They're prettier.

What is it? Jackie?

Jackie, what did you
scream like that for?

Oh!

The valises,
get the valises, quickly.

(Whistling)

(Horse neighing)

(Cocking)

(Gun firing)

Hiyah! Ha!

(Horse snorting)

Major...

(Gun firing)

(Grunting)

(Shuddering)

First time I ever missed.

Put the wheels back on.

Hiyah! Hiyah!

Listen, partner.

Back to town.

Town? What are we supposed
to do with the money?

It's the only place they
won't shoot us in the back.

Man: Follow those two
with the valises, quick.

Hiyah!

(Neighing)

Sabata: Hey!

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

With all that cash, you waste
time stealin' a watch?

It's the only one of its kind.

The water storage shack.

Bronco: They're coming in.

Sabata: Let's go out
the back window.

The bags or your lives.

Stranger, you notice
a bad smell here?

There you go!

(Men yelling)

It's better now.

(Laughing)

Lieutenant?

Where are you goin'?

(Sabata chuckling)

I really wasn't
looking to duck out.

I'd be a son of a...

Maybe you are.

But if our mothers walked the same
streets, mine had more customers.

Unfortunately, mcintock's little
old lady was the best of all time.

We've been had, partner.

What would you say if I told
you all that was counterfeit?

(Laughing)

You're crazy.

You're iyin'.

It's a joke.

(Quavering)

That's what I thought.

Jackie: Clyde!

Clyde, I must
tell you something.

I know already.
The money's counterfeit.

That mcintock
you're so busy two-timin',

where does he keep
the real stuff?

How would I know?

Liar.

The bags.

Why don't you believe me, major?

Just once, huh?

All right, boys, let's go.

Where shall I go?

There's a lady present.

And you wouldn't like it.

This is the last batch he made.

Aren't they splendid,
eh, Jeremy?

What is it?

No one could ever spot these.

I've never approved the idea.

The more time passes

I'm convinced you left your brains
somewhere back in the mine.

(Chuckling)

(Laughing)

A few more days
and we'll be gone.

And the town can
crumble into dust,

which is a lot more
than they deserve.

A fake Caesar.

With all money
carrying your features.

Right in there
is our entire fortune.

We'll buy that man's silence,
I promise.

You and I can afford anything.

And if he can't be bought,

then somebody
will dispose of him.

The everlasting father
is good and generous,

and so must man be.

Thus, man is blessed. Amen.

I took this watch
off one of your men.

It belongs to pickles.

Josiah pickles, by
profession a counterfeiter,

known to most
of the circus audience

as a sleight-of-hand artist.

I ran into pickles
just after the war.

I found out
about his profession.

I figured he'd find some way
to make it pay off.

So I trailed him.

Mcintock: Very interesting.

So I wound up
joinin' the circus.

(Circus music playing)

Nice, huh?

The circus always
has its fascinations.

Comes here twice a year.

In three years,
that's 6 movements

of counterfeit money
for the mcintock projects.

Trouble is, I came
with the last shipment.

For an irishman,
you're not very hospitable.

Whiskey?

Why the face?

I've got a million dollars
in counterfeit money.

Don't know what to do with it.

Now, you'd stick it in the safe,

but why would you take so
much trouble to get it back?

But wait a minute.

Maybe the reason is you
can't put the real ones in.

Of course you can't,
they're in California.

Right?

A miner can't find gold,
so he buys it.

I don't want to spoil your game,

so I'll sell you these counterfeit
notes for 10% in gold.

I'll stop by the bank later
and cash it in.

You better tell your partner.

You'll never get away with this.

You look worried. Have a sip.

(Mcintock gasping)

The show's over.

Tell your partner.

I'll be in
before the bank closes.

Sabata, not at the bank.

I'll bring it you,
the full amount,

to the mine.

(Insects buzzing)

Bronco: Counterfeit money!

What do you think
you're doing, stranger?

Why don't you tell everybody
in hobsonville about it

instead of trying
to cover up for mcintock?

Because mcintock promised to
give me 10% in real dollars.

That way they won't lose
their savings for nothing.

What do you think of that?

Don't you trust me? Hmm.

Man: Hey, up there!
The boss is waitin' for you.

Whoa!

Man: Use the sled, if you want.

For the people.

(Laughing)

(Sighing)

Stranger.

Stranger, how did you get out?

Stranger, how did you do it?

(Laughing)

(Glass shattering)

Sabata: You did wrong, Mac.

If I don't have my 10%
by noon tomorrow,

all hobsonville will hear
about the counterfeit money.

Hmm.

Spent the night again?

What's the old guy got?

Lieutenant, you shouldn't
ask questions like that.

Why don't you send Jackie
for a few lessons?

Hmm.

School's downstairs.

(Clyde laughing)

Is Maggie teachin' school?

- What class?
- More advanced than you.

And I've been teaching
for years. I like it.

And the principal is very
pleased with her work.

Major, it's almost time.

Where is mcintock?

(Drum beating)

Citizens of hobsonville!

Finally the truth is out.

(Gun firing) The whole
scandal is coming out...

(People screaming)

(Horse neighing)

Sabata, over in redstone

our sister is still waiting
for you at the church.

You planning to marry?

She had a boy.

Hmm.

Never careful, are you, major?

(Chuckling)

If you're after something,
come and get it.

The drum, open it.

Hey, skinny, you get his gun.

The same thing once happened
to you with the Yankees.

But you had ideas then,
eh, major?

Take it.

Hmm.

(Men grunting)

(Groaning)

(Bell ringing)

Where did you hide that?

It was on me.

Nobody will trust me.

(Groaning)

(Screams)

Uh-uh. Someday,
you'll win at poker.

Bronco, what's the matter?

I was thinkin'
of your little boy.

He'll be nobody's boy, like me.

Like him, too.

You were fortunate, stranger.

You at least had a mother to
look after you, to care for...

Oh!

She was?

Guess so.

But isn't there
a good one at all?

Sheriff: You've gotta come
along with me, sabata.

Ever since you've been here,
there's been nothin' but trouble.

Bronco: But they drove
him to it, sheriff.

He had to kill 'em. It was self-defence.
Honest, it was.

Let 'em through!
Let 'em through!

Get back. Come on!
Stand back there.

Stand back!

(Cocking)

(Water splashing)

(Footste ps approaching)

Here's the murder weapon,
sheriff.

Now, let's reconstruct
this crime, sheriff.

Pickles, Josiah pickles,
strangles Diane.

Now, pickles is such a dangerous
man, he wants to kill me, too.

So he comes back here,
and gets shot with my gun.

Now what was the motive, huh?

You're very funny, sabata.

But nobody's gonna untie that
rope necktie around your neck.

(Laughing)

Sabata: Sorry, but you're
wasting your time.

Meanwhile, whoever killed pickles
is making off with the loot.

And that's a million dollars that
belongs to all of us, the people.

For our city to grow
rich and respected, too.

Mmm-mmm.

Bronco, never break the law.

Wait a minute.

You mean the funds
of the whole mcintock plan?

Give me six hours in exchange
for a million dollars.

Hmm.

Man: At the mine, did you hear?

Woman: They've discovered
a vein of gold.

Yeah, gold.

Eh?

(People cha'i'i'ering)

At the old mine, sheriff.
Gold at the old mine.

After 20 years? It's impossible.

There was an explosion
and it just dropped out.

Come on, I'm going down there.

A vein in his mine.

That'll be bad news
to that old weasel, mcintock.

Last month he donated
the mine to the city.

Tell me, stranger,
it's too much for my head.

What are we gonna do with
that counterfeit money, eh?

Wait till you get
the real ones back.

Ah.

Ah.

Well, sheriff.

Six hours, sabata.

Where we're going,
I don't have a place for you.

See you in St. Louis.

Maggie.

I'll miss you.

Sabata is likely to follow you.

He's sure to be around here
spying on our movements...

That's why I'm goin'.
You better stay here.

Go on in.

(Wind howling)

(Neighing)

(Shuddering)

I wanna find that gold.

Where do we begin?

At the foundry, quickly.

We got to find it
before he gets back.

(Whip cracking)

Whoa!

I don't need you anymore.

I'll meet you at green pass.

If sabata shows up there,
you know what to do.

Okay!

Hiyah! Hiyah!

Hiyah!

Let's go. Hiyah!

I don't know what it all means.

The Irish go one way,
we go another.

Put out that cigar.

It's out.

Over there.

(Gun firing)

(Horse neighing)

(Neighing)

Hey, bronco.

Thought I asked you
to put out that cigar.

Run for it. Oh!

(Explosion)

(Horses neighing)

Wait, stranger. See?
The cigar was out.

You're beaten, sabata.

You should've gone after
the first wagon.

My gold is long gone
from here now.

Long gone is right.

You Don' trust
your own men with it.

Not even that partner of yours.

But don't worry. You don't
owe me a thing anymore.

I don't care where my money
comes from.

The people of hobsonville
will give me that 10%

when I give them back

what you've stolen.

(Laughing)

You're right, stranger.
They'll take care of you.

The people are always generous
to anyone who saves us.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Now you just wait
till I tell 'em about you.

You don't plan to tell anybody.

Because you're after my gold.

And you want to
keep it yourself,

but you're wasting your time.

Because you aren't
gonna find the gold.

What do you think?

Well, that guy would die

before he'd let anybody find it.

Is it worth locating that gold?

Hey!

Is it worth dying
for that money?

Well, I wouldn't
like to do it, bronco.

Jackie: Clyde.

I found it. I found it.

It was here, under the stones.

Oh, Clyde.

I'll take care of the gold,
you go back upstairs

and keep your eyes open,
my dear.

H u rry.

I'll get my sister
and be right back.

Wait for me here.

(Knocking on door)

Man: The door's locked.

Mcintock: Break it down.

(Banging)

Clyde.

Clyde.

Clyde.

Tell me how you got down here.

Gold hunting, are you?

No, Joe.

- Yes, you are.
- No.

You turn out like
everybody else...

Crawling around, snivelling
like a bitch in heat.

And only to steal my gold!

To steal my gold!

Help me, Clyde!

(Gasping)

Clyde.

Jackie: Clyde. Clyde, help me.

Oh, no!

(Screaming) No! Clyde!

(Groaning)

Jackie.

Why did you murder my sister?

You killed my sister,
now kill me, too.

Or you'll never get away.

(Grunting)

Only one little sack.
He's fooled us.

Man: All okay, Mr. Mcintock.

(Groaning)

(Horse neighing)

Hey, you! Get the wagon ready.

(Breathing h eavi ly)

Man 1: The chests are
all in the front room.

Man 2: All we have to do
now is load up the gold.

Do you think the old man's
doing the right thing?

Well, the best thing for us is
to get the hell out of here.

Mclntock: I put it right
here under these rocks.

Just one little sack of gold to throw them
off the track, and it's... it's gone.

J bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j if you wanna get money

j if you wanna get rich

j if you wanna good life

j you gotta be a son of a...

J bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom j

(latch creaking)

Shoot the lock off. Shoot it!

Mclntock: All right,
men, pay attention.

Sabata and his men
are around here.

Find them and don't let them
get away alive.

Understand?

(Drum beating)

(Gun firing)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Gun firing continues)

(Yelling)

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

(Gun firing)

(Mcintock gasping)

$20,000 and he's yours.

Hey, partner,
I wanna talk to you.

(Whispering)
My pistol's fully loaded

and he's fired four rounds now.

Sabata, I've got him.

We've got mcintock.

Now you judge my deal.

He offers me $20,000,

you offer half of 10%,
after we find the gold.

But he's the only one
who knows where it is.

(Grunting)

And you certainly
understand my position

about telling anybody
where the gold is.

I'd murder my own mother
before telling her.

(Gun firing continues outside)

If that's the way it is,
let's get it over with.

His is the better deal.

(Gun clicking)

Clyde: Sabata!

(Grunting)

You were going
to Rob me of my gold.

I knew it.

Coming after my gold
like jackals, like hyenas. No!

Nobody's going to get my gold.

Because I'm the only one
who knows where it is.

All my gold's in here!

(Laughing)

Nobody knew it.

I was too smart for them,

for these hobsonville peasants.

For everybody!
And those two... are dead.

- Major.
- Lieutenant.

Mcintock: And I've got my gold!

(Gasping)

No. No!

(Yelling)

(Grunting)

Clyde: You heard what he
said, major, didn't you?

You heard him.

All the gold is here somewhere.

But, where? Where?

(Gun firing)

J hallelujah

J hallelujah, iujah, iujah

j hallelujah, hallelujah

j hallelujah

j hallelujah

J Halle, Halle, hallelujah

j hallelujah, hallelujah

j hallelujah j

Sabata: Lieutenant.

Here's your lucky piece.

Don't you want it back?

All the cards are
right here, major.

Mmm-mmm.

You're good at cheating,
but so is the house,

and I'm the house.

And I claim a misdeal.

(Laughing)

Mmm-hmm.

(Gun firing) (Grunting)

Clyde: Pretty good, major.

That's right, lieutenant.

Well?

(Sighing)

Pass.

You know, stranger,

this beats the
circus number you did.

All we lack is the music.

(Gun firing)

(Circus music playing)

The show is over.

Go ahead!

Shoou

(Grunting)

Your lucky piece.

You won it back.

Clyde: You're leaving me here?

Aren't you taking me with you?

Major? Partner?

Well, sooner or later, you're gonna
need another trigger finger.

Eh?

(Gun firing) Right?

(Grunting)

Oh, my finger.

Don't think I will.

(Grunting)

Oh, my hand!

J bom, bom, bom,
bom, bom, bom, bom

j bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

j sabata

j sabata

j the fastest gun in the west

j I said, the fastest gun
in the west

j nine-fingered man

j four-barrelled Dillinger

j sabata

j he's the only invincible man

j in the countryside j