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Father.

Father.

To die, to sleep, no...

To die, perchance to dream.

Here's the rub.

To be or not to be.

Therein lies the problem.

It's more dignified to endure the blows of doom...

... or take arms against a sea of troubles?

And by facing them, put an end to all this.

To die, to sleep...

Nothing more.

And in that sleep... And in that sleep...

Father. Father.

How funny, though.

Those who return from war usually invoke the names of women in their dreams.

He only invokes his father.

Yeah, and who knows if he had a father. I mean, a real father.

Who raises you, protects you, who gives you a home...

Well, he really won't have a father like that.

He wouldn't sleep under the wagon of a comedy troupe.

War does nothing but harm.

And did you learn this blessed part?

I'm rehearsing.

Look if you get stuck tonight, I'll cut your food.

Hey, soldier.

Wake up.

You've been sleeping since last night.

Where are you from? Say who you are?

Don't you want to tell me?

A mystery?

How strange you are.

Because who would ever endure the ravages of time...

... the insults of the oppressors...

... the insolence of the proud, the anguish...

The anguish of despised love?

Because who would ever endure the ravages of time, the insults...

- But why did he shoot? - I don't understand. Who are they?

- But this is Butch Warren. - And what did he want with us?

These scroundels wouldn't have come such a long way to rob four poor actors.

Just as well that soldier has a good aim.

Anyway, thanks a lot.

But look, he's leaving.

What? Are you leaving?

Hey, hero!

Hey...

Well, that dream didn’t lie to me.

Cowardly murdered.

But who did it? Who?

It's possible that someone hated you this much?

He was your relative?

My father.

All the tears on earth aren't enough to mourn a man like you.

And me, why wasn't I here?

Where was I when they killed you?

Far from my home, from my land, for so long...

... to defend a flag...

... a piece of coloured cloth, instead of protecting my father...

... my blood, my flesh...

... who in that same moment, invoked me as in the dream.

A good man, Hamilton, a man of honour.

Hey!

Careful, gravedigger.

If you get my boots dirty, I'll make you clean them with your tongue.

And try not to make noise with that spade.

Don't you see that it disturbs the pious souls that come to pray?

Am I right, Ross?

Hey, General.

What are you doing here? Are you looking for a grave?

Yours?

I'm warning you. My friend doesn’t like uniforms that much.

- Am I right, Guild? - Nothing but.

A uniform like that...

... is capable of sending me into fury, like a bull in front of the filly.

Olé, toro!

Hey, Guild, how about these heroes...

... who instead of dying on the battlefield...

... they whine in cemeteries?

And you, gravedigger, come on!

Dig a grave for this heroic general.

I'll handle the corpse.

Hey, what do we write on the tombstone?

You've laughed three times already, friend.

And the next laugh could be the last.

Don't you see I'm trembling with fear?

Gee, Ross!

I've never seen you shaking like that.

Out, you two.

I don't like to argue with those who shoot in the back.

Right, Ross.

My father used to say, poker and a gun, are never for amateurs.

Then scram, before it passes to professionalism.

Good, yes. Take a bow.

No. No, jokers...

By the barrel is more hygenic.

That's good.

And you, come on out. Can't you see they're two good boys?

Too bad.

This was a wine that resurrected the dead.

Well, so to speak.

Until next time, friend...

- We'll see you again. - Whenever you want.

- Thank you, Horace. - Your welcome, Johnny.

You always show up at the right moment, like when I was a boy.

You've become a man, Johnny. And you seem smart.

It was time for you to come back.

I need your help.

I want to know who killed my father, and you have to tell me.

I don't know.

It was said that it was Santana.

It was said, but I...

I don't know.

It's also said that your uncle avenged him.

Santana is there.

For a bandit like him, I wouldn't have wasted even a grave.

And my mother?

She suffered.

She's still on the ranch.

- Gertry, you're there? What are you doing? - I'll be right there.

Happy with the party?

Good. You're an exceptional hostess.

What?

No, stupid! No!

- Come here, I order you! - No!

- The wife must obey her husband! - Yes?

And if she doesn't obey, her husband beats her!

No! No! I obey!

I obey!

I obey.

Who is it?

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Two years.

Two years of this horrible war.

Why did you marry my uncle?

Did you know about your father?

When they killed him...

... it seemed to me I was dying of pain.

A short pain.

You didn't give his bed time to get cold.

You don't have to talk to me like that.

It's right.

You're the mistress here.

You're the wife of your husband's brother.

Yeah...

And you're still my mother.

Yes. Your mother.

But Johnny, you're not a boy anymore.

And I'm a woman. And so alone...

If your uncle hadn't been there...

... they would've taken everything from us, do you understand?

Everything.

Of course.

So Uncle Claude saved everything.

And in return he took it all.

Yes, even the tenderness of my mother!

Johnny!

You're blinded by grief.

But why don't you understand me?

Your mother's right.

Johnny!

Welcome home.

Johnny!

Hello, Johnny!

How long have I waited for you.

Too long.

Don't talk now.

Emily...

What are you doing? Emily.

You shouldn’t have left, Johnny.

You didn't have to leave me.

But now...

Now I'm here, and everything will be as before.

So much has happened, you know? A lot of bad things.

And nothing will ever be as before.

What do you know? What can you tell me about my father?

Don't ask me, Johnny, I beg you.

I don't want to talk about it, and it's better for you too.

But I must.

Did you tell your father that I'm back?

No, Johnny.

I'm no longer the same person I used to be either.

- That's enough! - Johnny!

- Tell me what happened! - No!

I want to know what they did to you!

- Johnny, get away! - Come on, talk!

Tell me who killed my father!

- Save yourself, Johnny, get away! - What do you know? What did you see?

- No, I don't know anything! - Talk!

- I don't know anything, Johnny! - Talk!

Hey, General, is that any way to treat the sheriff's daughter?

Her father's the sheriff now.

And you ask that girl too many questions.

- How do you expect me to answer you? - If she can't answer...

Get away, Johnny!

Someone else will answer my questions.

Really?

Get away!

But it's not worth it.

Did you see, pretty lady?

Yet you were warned.

These are dangerous encounters, even for a sheriff's daughter.

You need some help?

Hey presto!

There you go!

And up!

- Olé! - Olé!

For you!

Come on down!

Stop!

Out of the way you two.

It went well for you today. Until next time.

And watch out, next time will be the last time.

If it's the last, I wouldn't want to miss it.

Let me know where.

This would be the guardian of order, but he receives orders, he doesn't give them.

Don't provoke me.

And remember that I represent the law here.

Yeah. And the criminals who elected you sheriff.

I don't think there's another like you in the world...

... who having started from so low, managed to fall lower and lower.

Well, you’ll pay me this too.

As for you, Johnny...

... my daughter's already told you, she doesn't want to know about you anymore.

Get out of here before it's too late.

My return bothers everyone.

Yeah.

Look here...

This may interest you. I kept it for you.

It was by your father's body.

Someone said it was the sign of his murderer.

Of Santana?

To be his, it was his.

Horace...

I have to know.

I have to know why Santana killed my father.

Assuming it was Santana.

Six centres.

You trust your skill too much.

Now your gun...

... is empty.

And you, Johnny...

... you trust appearances too much.

There can always be something unexpected.

And it's the last shot that counts.

When you least expect it, you meet someone who is faster and smarter.

My father must have had a similar encounter.

Don't you think?

But I rule out that Santana was faster than my father.

In fact, I refuse to believe it.

And what do you mean by that?

Someone like Santana doesn't act without a specific purpose.

What reason did he have to kill my father?

Look...

It's a dirty story, and I'm sorry to bring it up.

I want to know.

The war had also changed your father.

- Go on, continue. - As you wish.

When the South began to lose...

... it was collected between the inhabitants, here in Texas...

... a contribution of three hundred thousand dollars.

Only your father knew the route of that gold, and instead...

Santana attacked the convoy.

Doesn't that seem strange to you?

Don't stop.

He killed the escort, but he didn't find the gold...

... and then he rushed to your father.

Don't spit on his grave!

These are facts.

I don't know what relationship there was between them...

... but when they told me that Santana had killed your father...

Don't forget he was my brother.

I avenged him.

Santana was a bandit, and I killed him like a dog!

All those in this town who have the sense of honour and justice, agreed with me.

And what happened to those three hundred thousand dollars?

Those who knew are dead.

Santana...

My father...

But that gold is gone.

Yeah.

He must be smart, whoever concocted this deal.

After all, Horace, the world is less lousy...

... if you look at it through a glass.

And that's one more reason to always keep it full.

Cheers.

My father...

A whole life lived as a righteous man...

... and then to end it with such an infamous death.

Death? Nobody chooses it.

Life, that's the one, you've got to choose.

And it is a difficult choice.

- Down on the ground, here we are. - Are we stopping here?

Finally!

For one night you sleep in an inn.

We couldn't take it anymore.

Unload everything, and be careful not to break the drums.

Et voilà!

Who are you?

You're dead!

You're nothing more than a rat.

You couldn't have pulled out your wit on stage in Denver?

They wouldn't have thrown us out of the theatre. They kicked us out to boos.

I'm doing the spectre who doesn't talk.

Take it up with Hamlet, who always makes mistakes, 'To be or not to be'.

And Ophelia, then?

Always goes with everyone, and right in Denver...

... she starts being picky with that judge.

The boos weren't for me but for her.

For you too, windbag, for you too.

I go to bed alone.

Hey, soldier, who would ever thought to find you here?

Are you crazy? You hurt me!

- Who gave it to you? - Why? Are you jealous?

- I want to know how you got it. - I don’t know, a month ago.

From a Mexican, in Sonora, a handsome man.

- The name! - But I don't remember.

He had a belt full of these trinkets...

... and so I snatched a few from him.

- And if it ends badly? - But what are you afraid of anyway?

Someone who's been buried for two years, doesn't go around giving earrings to actresses.

- Trust me, gravedigger. - I don't want responsibility.

If that girl told the truth, then this grave must be empty.

- Empty? - Come on, dig!

For a hundred dollars, I'll dig as far as hell.

Five to put them down, and a hundred to get them out.

- Here we are. - Open it.

They smell worse than the others, the corpses of the murderers, right, sir?

But it’s a shame to rot this stuff with worms.

That stuff is worth something.

Put the lid back on.

Johnny...

What are you doing here?

Do you rummage in graves?

Why are you watching me?

I think you're starting to overdo it.

You prowl like a jackal.

You're sniffing everywhere like a filthy hungry dog...

... humiliating everything and everyone with your suspicions!

What the hell are you looking for?

I wanted to look my father's killer in the face!

In the face!

Do you understand? In the face!

Johnny!

I did for your father all that was in my power.

And I couldn't save him.

But if you really don't believe me...

... shoot!

Don't you think your mother has suffered enough?

Hey, Guild, look who's coming.

¡Anda, burrito, anda!

So, did it help you? Have you been to the cemetery?

What was in that coffin?

Santana.

Yet I don't believe there are two different Mexicans around here...

... who collect and give away the same objects.

So who's buried there?

Not the murderer of my father, but he'll end up there too.

Whoever he is.

Hey, you were walking around with an unloaded gun?

I load it late...

... but I shoot first.

Hey, wake up!

Hey!

Say, isn't that actress' earring?

They killed her, Horace.

Evidently the one who had her removed, was concerned that she'd talk.

One less witness. But he deepened suspicions.

And he made an even more serious mistake.

He failed to eliminate me.

He tried, and will try again.

Nobody is perfect in this world.

Was this what you wanted?

Yes, his.

Thank you.

Johnny, you must remember that it belonged to a righteous man.

I know.

Your father only used it to defend himself.

And to protect us, and this land.

I hope you'll also do the same.

Johnny, will come back? Do you promise me?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Hold it!

Pedro...

What are you looking for, amigo?

- Santana. - Santana?

Are you hunting ghosts, hombre? Santana is dead.

- No, I don't think so. - What don't you think?

Hold it right there!

And now you'll accompany me to the ghost.

Well, he usually stays there, in that house.

- Good. Thank you. - You're welcome.

Santana!

Now enough with the games, boy.

I let you mess around with my men, only because it amused me.

iNo, hombre! iQuieto, hombre!

Back off, Santana.

The young are always impulsive.

You shouldn't lose your head so easily, understand?

Understand what? That you stole everything?

My father's life, my mother's love, our land!

Pain and resentment are sometimes bad advisers.

I've already told you that the war had changed everything here.

Johnny...

You must resign yourself to these, henceforth, definitive events...

... like the death of your father...

... my marriage...

... and my attachment to this land.

You blame me, don't you?

Come on, Johnny, listen to me. Try to curb your resentments.

Life goes on.

Why shouldn't the two of us be friends?

Don't touch me!

You don't want to play that dirty comedy with me.

Only one thing I still need to know about you...

... and it's something that doesn't interest only me.

Where did you put that gold?

What?

- Did I hear wrong or did you say gold? - Yes. The gold of the convoy.

What?

I think I know where that gold ended up.

Don't believe this nonsense, Santana.

Make up stories to save your skin.

It makes no difference to kill him here or anywhere else.

You forced me to play dead for two years.

You said the gold was gone and yet he knows where it is.

I want the gold! The gold!

¡Vámonos!

What's the use of cheating, Johnny?

When Santana sees that you lied, he'll have one more reason to take you out.

You cheated too.

But it's the last shot that counts.

Remember, your grave is in that cemetery, Santana.

Don't you know that gold resurrects the dead?

I'm resurrected!

Let's go, Guild.

Halt.

Do you see anything, Ramón?

- You didn't hear anything? - Nothing.

Watch out! Everybody down! On the ground!

Here, Johnny!

iMalditos!

Ross!

Cease fire, come, let's get out!

Hey, Guild! Come! Let's get out of here!

Your uncle is strong.

And maybe you revealed your cards too soon.

Now your life is worth little.

And yours isn't worth much more than mine.

I'm sorry, it's dangerous to be friends with me.

I'm too curious.

If I don't count my enemies, I have no peace.

I'll come with you.

No.

It's my business and I must resolve it myself.

All right.

In some way we'll meet again.

If it's not here...

... will it be up there, or...

... down there.

Farewell, Horace.

Come on, quick.

Go, nobody saw you. Johnny's waiting for you there.

Thank you, you can go.

Johnny!

Where are you?

Johnny.

It's Emily.

I warned you.

No! No! I beg you! No!

And you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Not me! No! It's not true!

I didn't say anything, I swear! I swear, I...

Shut up!

- Believe me! Believe me! - I believe you.

In fact, I'm sure you won't say anything more.

No!

No…

No, I don't want to part with my son.

- It's necessary. - I don't want to lose him.

You still consider him a boy.

Johnny is ungrateful, stubborn, capable of anything...

... without a shade of comprehension.

- He's been away too long. - Better if he hadn't come back.

He needs help. Why don't you try to help him?

You promised me that on his return...

Because it's not easy.

I'm the man who took his mother from him.

And he’ll never forgive me.

Listen.

When someone's in a situation with no way out...

... he must go his own way.

And the sooner he goes, the better for everyone.

Gertry, listen, it's better for everyone.

If Johnny abandons me...

... if I never see him again...

... forgive me, Claude...

... but I'll regret it all my life.

What is it? What do you want?

And Johnny?

But that was his father’s gun.

Yes, but I gave it to Johnny.

What happened to him? Where is he?

Where did you find it?

It was next to my daughter's body!

No! Johnny...

Emily...

No. No.

No! No, it can't be true!

It's absurd, it's not true!

No. It's not true! It's not true, no!

Here again? We have to dig and get someone else out?

- Half price, fifty dollars. - No, this time for five dollars.

And you'll have to dig the deepest grave of all.

And you'll write on the tombstone...

... "Claude Hamilton. Murderer of his brother."

Always at your disposal. But to dig I need the measurements.

Shame. She was so young, poor Emily.

And so pretty.

I figured he'd come back here.

What do we do?

On the cross!

¡Vamos, adelante, rápido!

Pull him up!

Go!

Look.

It's Santana!

We better warn Mr Claude.

Bolt the door! Quick, you guys, hurry up with that wagon!

And you, quick, come on!

Take up position on the walls and bring ammunition. Come on!

Boss, Richard gave the signal. Santana is approaching.

Come here.

Listen, tell the boys not to reveal themselves.

Santana?

It must be a lightning fast action, understood?

He figured he'll surprise us, but instead...

- Warn everyone. - All right.

Claude!

What is it, dear?

- What's wrong? - Santana...

You said you killed him to avenge your brother, my husband.

You lied, he's alive!

Why did you lie?

- But Gertry. - I want to know where Johnny is.

Tell me.

- Tell me! - Gertry, calm down.

- What happened to him? Talk! - Please.

Who killed my husband? I want the truth!

Careful, take that gun away.

No. What are you scared of? Are you afraid of me?

- Talk, who killed my husband? - I mean, stop it!

Drop the mask, Claude, I'm not afraid of you!

- What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? - I want the truth!

Gertry, I’ll make you regret what you’re doing!

Too late! I’ve already regretted everything I’ve done for you!

- Gertry! - Back Claude, or I'll kill you!

We arrived just in time, Boss.

Boss! Boss! Santana is here!

To the windows, you two! Move it, imbecile! Move it!

Watch out, they're coming!

Let them get closer!

iVamos, hombres! iVamos arriba, muchachos valientes!

¡Muchachos, aqui están trescientos mil dòlares! ¡Y son nuestros!

¡Vamos!

Pués, vamos! Date prise, vamos.

¡Vamos!

¡Vamos!

- Watch out! - ¡Vamos!

Get in the house!

Watch the other side!

Gertry! Gertry!

Stop!

Ramón, go up!

- It wasn't my son. - What are you doing here?

It wasn't him, he loved Emily, he didn't kill her!

He's a murderer!

And must die up there!

Like all murderers!

Enough, Sheriff! Leave that woman and her son too.

What do you want from them?

I told you not to get in my way!

And I told you to go to hell!

Take heed, that guy is innocent. What are you waiting for to free him?

Do you want to take his place?

That is reserved for you.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Claude! Come on out, Claude!

iMaldito!

Ross, Guild, Santana is dead.

Now we can also leave.

Prepare the horses, quick.

That rat did it!

- But he couldn't do it alone. - Search for him.

He won't have gone far.

What are you doing? Are you stopping?

And what will Claude say if word gets out we stopped?

But where else do you want to look for him?

Someone must have given him a horse.

Well, all the more reason not to give up, right?

After all, what's the use to keep running in the middle of the night?

Yes, all right.

Ross, I'm going to get a drink. Are you coming too?

Suppose he stopped here and he's not alone.

- It's better to be on guard, Guild. - But who would've helped him?

That friend of his, who's worth even less than him?

I’ll take a look around.

Give me a whisky.

Enjoy it sip by sip...

... because it's the last.

What are you waiting for?

Drink.

Ross!

Hold it!

What a fool!

Do you want to end up like Guild? Get out!

Are you looking for me, Ross?

Damn it!

Claude!

Three hundred thousand dollars, Claude!

Too much for what you have left to live!

And too few for so many dead!

Damn it!

And the wind takes everything away.

Good.

They dig up the earth, they rummage like moles...

... they rob each other, they hate each other...

... they shoot each other, they kill each other...

... and the gold is taken away by the wind.

Hey there, gentlemen, beautiful day, isn't it?

Yeah, magnificent. And not a breath of wind.

Well, one must be content.

But when there is work, there is everything.

It was a day like this, Horace.

Do you remember? You taught me to ride.

And from the house came a voice: "Come on, Johnny!"

- Your father. - Gallop!

I want to see you run like the wind.

Yeah.

- Like the wind. - Let's go, Johnny.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen and sixteen.

And we've only four coffins. Hey, Albone...

We'll have to make a lot of trips today.

Yes, yes, yes, yes...

Hey! Hey! Hey, gentlemen!

If you go shooting somewhere else, remember me...

... the best gravedigger in Texas, the best!

Gallop, Johnny, like the wind!