All language subtitles for Once.Upon.A.Time.In.The.West.1968.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-BLOOM

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
If you want any tickets,

you'll have to go around to,
uh, to the front of the, uh...

Oh, well. I suppose it'll be
all right.

What the hell
am I doing here

if they walk in and do
as they damn please?

Uh, let's see. Uh, hope I got...

three?

That'll be seven dollars.

And... 50 cents.

Shh.

Dumb palefaces!

And Frank?

Frank sent us.

Did you bring a horse for me?

Well, looks like we're...

looks like we're shy, one horse.

You brought two too many.

Hey, Pa! Look!

That's enough for now.
It's getting late. Come on home.

Boo!

Bam b... b... bam! Bam!

Bam b... b...
Timmy.

Maureen, look!

Mm.

Uh!

What you doing there?
Go inside quick and get washed.

And don't touch the apple pie
or the roast.

Patrick's...

already left
for the station, huh?

Uh, he's getting ready, Pa.
Damn it, Patrick!

Coming, Pa!

Hmm.

Not bad, I'd say.

Bigger them slices.
What the hell!

We're throwing a party,
ain't we?

But these are the same slices
as usual.

Yeah, sure.

As usual.

Maureen...

soon you can cut the bread
in slices as big as a door,

if you want to.

You'll have beautiful,
new clothes

and you won't have to work
no more.

We going to get rich, Pa?

Who knows?

Patrick!

Wait a minute.

Look at the filth on your boots.
Clean 'em!

The train will come in,
and there won't be no one

to meet your mother.

Our mother died six years ago.

Go now. You'll really be late.

Hey, just a minute, who is it,
Pa?

How am I going to recognize her?

Oh, you can't make
no mistake, Patrick.

She's, uh, she's young and, uh,
she's pretty, and, uh...

she's a lady, uh, uh,

"For... for traveling,
I'll be wearing a black dress

and, uh, and the same, uh...

straw hat I was wearing...

when we met."

Uh, uh, I'm going to get
some fresh water from the well.

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes,
The pipes are calling ♪

♪ And down the mountainside ♪

♪ The summer comes
And all the roses fall ♪

Maureen!

What are we going to do
with this one, Frank?

Now that you've called me
by name...

I saw some mighty fine stock
down south.

Is that so?

And the prices were right.

These your valises, ma'am?
Yes.

Come, Sarah.
Bring them other two, Rafe.

We'll tote them for you, ma'am.

Is that true, the sawmill needs
hands?

Was, yesterday.
Why don't you tell your brother?

Hiya, Gramps!

Hi, Bill.
We're back again.

Come on. Get a move on,
will you?

Hyah! Hyah!

Get the lead out of your asses,
you redskin warriors.

I got a whole train to unload.

All right. Chuck down
those feed sacks first.

Come on. Come on.

What's the name of the place
you wanted to go?

Sweetwater.

Hmm?

Brett McBain's farm.

McBain? Yeah, sure.

That stubborn,
red-headed Irishman

tilling sand for years way
out there

in the middle of nowhere.
Sweetwater?

Only a looney
like him could call

that stinking piece
of desert Sweetwater.

Sweetwater.

Hyah! Sweetwater?

A little more
to the right.

Higher, higher.

That looks good. Hold it there.

Here they are.

Got here with their damn rail.

They caught up with us,
eh, Lafayette.

Let's go! Right over 'em!

Hey, slow down.
What's the matter with you?

Slow down!

Hey, boys, watch out! Watch out!

Watch out down there!

Whoa!

Why are we stopping?

I told you I was in a hurry.

Don't the train stop?

What can I do for you, ma'am?

I would like some water,
if it's no trouble.

Water?

Well, you see that word is
poison around these parts

ever since the days
of the great flood.

You mean you never wash?
We sure do.

Well, I'd like to use the same
facilities you people do.

You sure can.

Just happen to have
a full tub in the back.

And you're lucky.
Only three people

have used it this morning.

Used it one at a time
or all together?

Ah.

I can tell you're accustomed
to fine living.

Bet you come from one of those
big eastern cities.

New Orleans.
New Orleans?

You've been there?
No.

But I got a cousin down there.
She runs a bar.

Ah!

Jug.

Do you only know how to play,
or do you know how to shoot?

Do you know how to blow music
from that?

Pick it up.

You!

You don't know
how to play.

Try this one.

Take it.

Go on.

Here.

Bravo.

Cheyenne. We thought
we'd never make it.

It's all right.
You're right on time...

to bury my escort.

If I'd waited for you,
I'd be in jail by now.

Hey.

The gun.

You, uh, interested in fashions,
Harmonica?

I saw three of these
dusters a short time ago,

they were waiting for a train.

Inside the dusters,
there were three men.

So?

Inside the men,
there were three bullets.

That's a crazy story, Harmonica.

For two reasons.

One... nobody around these parts
got the guts to wear

those dusters except
Cheyenne's men.

Two...

Cheyenne's men don't get killed.

That surprise you?

Yeah.

Well, you know music.
Hmm.

And you can count...

all the way up to two.

All the way up to six,
if I have to...

and maybe faster than you.

Yeah. Go on.

Play, Harmonica.

Play, so you can't bullshit.

Only watch those false notes.

Like so?

And so this cousin of mine
keeps writing me to come on

down to New Orleans.

"Come on down. Help me
with the bar.

Make a pile of money."

You know, I don't think
I couldn't get along

in a big city.

It's too full of fast men
and loose women,

begging your pardon, ma'am.
Ah, no.

Now I'm too used to a quiet,
simple country life.

He's Timmy?

Yes.

Dear God.

On the day...

on the very day of your wedding.

Poor, little miss.

Missus.

Mrs. McBain.

But we all...
Oh, but we thought...

I know. It was to be
a surprise today.

Brett McBain and I were married
a month ago...

in New Orleans.

"I am the resurrection
and the life.

He that believeth in me,

though he were dead,
yet shall he live.

Whosoever liveth
and believeth in me,

shall never die. Amen."

Mr. Bennett!
What's he doing here?

I found this caught
on a nail by the door.

You got no way of knowing,

but this is as good
as a signature.

Cheyenne's hand.

But why?

Don't worry, Mrs. McBain.

We'll make them tell us
before we hang them.

Let's get moving.

Come on. Let's go back
to Flagstone.

No, Sam.

You go back.

You don't want
to stay out here alone.

Why not?

This is my home.

You know, Wobbles.

I'm kind of mad at you.

Frank wasn't there.

He sent three friends.

I don't know nothing. I swear.

I only arranged the meeting
the way...

the way you wanted it.

I don't know why
Frank wasn't there.

I swear to you that I...

Because he was at the McBains'.

That's not true.
Cheyenne did that job.

Everyone knows that.
We got proof.

That was always
one of Frank's traits,

faking evidence.

I don't know. I swear!

I only arranged the meeting.

I swear.
I don't know nothing.

Who's there?

Did you make coffee?

Make it.

Didn't sleep a wink.

Pack of turds dressed in black

rode herd on me
the whole damn night.

But I left them
in the middle of the desert.

If they're lucky,
they'll be home in three days.

I'll do it.
You fix the coffee.

They want to hang me...
the big black crows.

Idiots.

What the hell?
I'll kill anything.

But never a kid.

Be like killing a priest...

Catholic priest, that is.

Yeah. The world is full
of people who hate Cheyenne.

See, I ain't the mean bastard...
people make out.

Of course, uh...

if somebody had in mind
to kill me...

fires me up.

And a fired-up Cheyenne...

ain't a nice thing to see.

Especially for a lady.

But you're too smart
to make him mad.

So this here's where I was
supposed to do all the killing.

Hmm?

Mm.

Don't seem a place
that's worth a shit.

You know...

if somebody gets dressed up
to look like me...

so they can hang this thing
around my neck...

I don't like it none.

But I can understand it.

Hmm.

What I don't understand...
is the why.

Neither do I.

But I see you looked
a lot for the why.

Yeah.

What if there were
a whole heap of whys?

Round...

yellow.

You know the kind.

You wrap them on a stone...

and they go "ding."

Maybe.

But I didn't find them.

Hmm.

By the way...

you know anything about a man
going around

playing a harmonica?

He's somebody you'd remember.

Instead of talking, he plays.

And when he'd better play,
he talks.

You know, ma'am,
when you've killed four,

it's easy to make it five.

Sure. You're an expert.

Ma'am, it seems to me,
you ain't caught the idea.

Of course I have.

I'm here alone in the hands
of a bandit who smelled money.

If you want to,
you can lay me over the table

and amuse yourself
and even call in your men.

Well, no woman ever died
from that.

When you're finished,
all I need would be

a tub of boiling water
and I'll be exactly

what I was before,

with just another filthy memory!

You make good coffee, at least?

Not bad.

Congratulations.

Tell me, was it necessary
that you kill all of them?

I only told you to scare them!

People scare better
when they're dying.

And can you tell me
what good was

your stupid massacre?

Now, a Mrs. McBain
has turned up.

So, I didn't expect that.
It happens in business.

Let's say this is...
something I didn't plan on.

I have no time
for surprises, Frank.

You know that.

I got on board in sight
of the Atlantic,

and before my eyes rot...

I want to see the blue
of the pacific...

outside that window.

I know where you got on board.

I was there too, remember?

"To, um...

...remove small obstacles
from the track," you said.

Well, there were a few.

But we've traveled
a long way, just the same,

and fast.

Even tuberculosis
of the bones travels fast.

Don't play the sick man with me,
Mr. Morton.

I knew you when you were
just barely limping.

I watch that dry rot rise
a little more every day.

Any normal man
would put a bullet in his brain,

but you, you just got a little
more hasty.

Otherwise, you ain't changed any.

I'd say
you've changed, Frank, a lot.

You used to take care
of certain things, personally.

Now...

you're keeping
in the background.

You'll end up giving orders.

It's because now I don't want
to leave you alone too much.

You're going to need somebody
more and more every day

to stay near you, like a friend.

Or like a partner. Hmm?

How does it feel sitting behind
that desk, Frank?

It's almost like holding a gun.

Only much more powerful.

You see...

staying with you, I...

I'm beginning to think big too.

This McBain business...

is giving me ideas.

I'm sorry for you, Frank.

You're doing your best, but...

you'll never succeed
in becoming like me.

Why?
Because...

there are many things
you'll never understand.

This is one of them.

You see, Frank,
There are many kinds of weapons,

and the only one
that can stop that...

is this.

Now shall we get back
to our little problem?

My weapons might look simple
to you, Mr. Morton...

but they can still shoot holes,
big enough

for our little problems.

Pretty soon, the widow McBain
won't be a problem no more.

You wake up one morning and say,
"World, I know you.

from now on, there are no more
surprises."

And then you happen to meet
a man like this,

who looked like a good man.

Clear eyes, strong hands,
and he wants to marry you...

which doesn't happen often.

And he says he's rich too,
which doesn't hurt.

So you think...

"To hell with New Orleans.

Now I'll say yes and go live
in the country.

I wouldn't mind giving him
half a dozen kids, after all.

Take care of a house.

Do something. What the hell?"

Well, God rest your soul,
Brett McBain,

even if he's going to have a job

pulling you out
of the devil's grip.

Still, I swear, he left money
around someplace.

If you can find it,
you're welcome to it.

Mrs. McBain goes back
to civilization,

minus a husband
and plus a great future.

Hmm.

You deserve better.

The last man who told me that
is buried out there.

You know, Jill,
you remind me of my mother.

She was the biggest whore
in Alameda

and the finest woman
that ever lived.

Whoever my father was,
for an hour or for a month...

he must have been a happy man.

Hey! Hey!

Hyah! Hyah! Hey!

What do you want?

Cheyenne's right.
Once you've killed four...

it's easy to make it five.

This isn't the time to leave.

Give me some water.

From the well.

I like my water fresh.

When you hear a strange sound,
drop to the ground.

A sound?

Like what?

Like that.

He not only plays,
he can shoot too.

Good morning, Mrs. McBain.

What brings you to town?
Good morning.

Maybe you don't remember,

but yesterday at the funeral,
I...

I remember very well.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yes.

See Frank and tell him
I know everything.

Why is everybody hounding me
about this guy Frank?

I don't know him!
I never heard of him!

I got my own worries,

and all I want is
to be left in peace.

Tell Frank I want
to negotiate with him,

personally!

You were told
not to come here for any reason.

Whatever business you have
with Frank,

keep it far away from here!

Yes. I... I know, Mr. Morton,
but when I heard that woman say

she knew everything,
I thought that the important

thing was for me to come
over here right away

and tell you about it.

You never thought
it wasn't a trick?

Sure, but you know
that I'm mighty careful, Frank.

No one could have followed me.

That's the first thing I learned
working for you,

to listen unseen
and to watch unheard.

You should learn to live

as if you didn't exist.

You... you know me
a long time, Frank.

You know you can trust me.

Wobbles.

How can you trust a man

who wears both a belt
and suspenders?

A man can't even trust
his own pants.

Let's get out of here.

End of the line.

Yeah.

Get him on board.

Tie him up.

W... wait, Frank. I didn't...

So nobody followed you.

No. You got to believe me.

So this is the way
I can trust you.

I can explain.
I didn't know that he...

Get out.
No, no, no, Frank.

Get out!

Shh.

I told you to keep quiet.

Where are Logan and Jim?
They take care of the woman?

Someone took care of them.

We found them out
at McBain's place,

stone dead.
And the woman was gone.

Your friends have
a high mortality rate, Frank.

First three, then two.

So you're the one
who makes appointments.

And you're the one
who doesn't keep them.

What do you want?

Who are you?

Dave Jenkins.

Dave Jenkins is dead
long time ago.

Calder Benson.

What's your name?
Benson's dead too.

You ought to know, Frank,
better than anyone.

You killed him.

Who are you? Who are you, you...
Frank!

The woman.

We're only losing time.

All right.

This time, I'll take care
of her personally.

Yeah. That ought
to be easy for you.

Keep him warm for me.

If he gives you any trouble,
hit him.

Not in the mouth,
he's got to talk.

And plenty.

Meet me at the Navajo cliff.

By the way, I want you to keep
an eye on that cripple

all the time, understand?
Sure, Frank.

See anyone?

No.

There he is!

You only know how to shoot?

Or you know how to cut too?

Hey, you.

Wait a minute.

Let's have a good look at you.

Hey, Mr. Choo-Choo.

It's easy to find you.

Bastard, I don't have
to kill you now.

You leave a slime behind you,
like a snail,

Two beautiful, shiny rails.

There's another bastard...

and he's getting further away
every minute.

There it is.

Exactly what your husband
ordered from me.

And seeing as how he paid
cash on the barrelhead,

it all belongs to you.

Oak planks, beech, pine,
all first-grade lumber.

Then there's beams
and foundation pilings,

ten kegs of nails,
20 barrels of tar,

And all these tools.

Maybe he wanted to enlarge
the farmhouse.

Enlarge the farmhouse?

He could have built
at least eight of them.

By the way, ma'am...

McBain also ordered this.
Said it was important.

Only... only seems he forgot
to tell me

what he wanted printed on it.

Station.

How's that again?

I said, print "station."

Looking for this?

I've had enough
of your butcher tactics.

I know that woman is here.

I don't want any more
useless killing.

I'm ready to make
a deal for that land,

to pay what's necessary.

I don't want to waste
any more time.

You've made a big mistake, Morton.

When you're not on that train,

you look like a turtle
out of its shell.

It's funny.

Poor cripple talking big,
so nobody will know

how scared you are.

I'm here to make
a deal, Frank.

I don't have time to compete
with you.

Compete?

Why, you.

You can't even stand
on your own feet by yourself.

Is that sufficient
to make you feel stronger?

I could squash you
like a wormy apple.

Sure. But you won't do it...

because it's not to
your advantage.

Who knows how far
you'd have gone

with two good legs, huh?

Help him back to the train.
Keep your eye on him.

Oh, Morton,
Don't worry about the land.

if you feel like paying for it,
you can pay.

Of course, won't make
any difference to you,

dealing with a new owner.

Cheyenne. Hey, Cheyenne!

There's a square staked
out here.

It says "Water tank."

Over here too,
only it says "Post office."

And this one says
"Corral."

And this here, "Church."

What the hell is this?

Can't you see?

It's a station.

And all around it, a town.

Brett McBain's town.

Was he crazy! Huh.

Yeah, in a very special way.

An Irishman.

He knew sooner or later
that railroad

coming through Flagstone
would continue on west.

So he looked over
all this country out here...

until he found this hunk
of desert.

Nobody wanted it.

But he bought it.

Then he tightened his belt...

and for years, he waited.

Waited for what?

For the railroad
to reach this point.

Ah, but how in the hell
could he be sure

the railroad would pass
through his property?

Them steam engines can't roll
without water.

And the only water for 50 miles
west of Flagstone

is right here.

Under this land.

Aha! He was no fool,
our dead friend, huh?

He was going to sell
this piece of desert

for its weight in gold,
wasn't he?

You don't sell the dream
of a lifetime.

Brett McBain wanted
his station.

He got the rights to build it.

How do you know all this?

I saw a document.
It was all in order,

seals, signatures, everything.

One thing, though.
In very small print,

there is a short clause...

which says that McBain
or his heirs

lose all rights,

if, by the time the railroad
reaches this point...

the station ain't built yet.

Aha.

Speaking of railroads,

I noticed the rail gang's
already...

Hey!

I noticed the rail gang's
already behind those hills,

and before you know it...

they're gonna be here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen.

Harmonica...

a town built around a railroad.

You could make
a fortune, huh?

Hundreds of thousands
of dollars.

Hey, more than that.

Thousands of thousands.

They call them millions.

Millions. Hmm.

Yeah, millions.

I always thought it would be
easy to make a deal

with a smart lady.

All you got to do is to...

Hey, what in the hell
are you standing around for?

But, chief,
what are we supposed to do?

What are you supposed to do?
Build a station, idiots!

I figure it ain't gonna
look like much.

But it'll be the first thing
she sees when she gets back.

If she gets back.

I think...

Yeah.

I'm beginning to think

I might be a little sorry
killing you.

You like being alive?

Hmm?

You also like to feel
a man's hands

all over you.

You like it.

Even if they're the hands
of the man

who killed your husband.

What a...

what a little tramp.

Is there anything in the world

you wouldn't do
to save your skin?

Nothing, Frank.

Hmm.

Now I understand
why they miss you so much.

Down there in...

New Orleans.

Great invention, the telegraph.

Jill... the brunette?

My God, all the customers
of the most elegant whorehouse

on Bourbon Street have been
weeping ever since she left.

Say, tell me...

did old McBain know?

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet he did.

He's just the type to marry
a whore.

Hey...

that's an idea.

I could marry you...

and the land would become mine.

And maybe...

you'd make a perfect wife.

It'd be me wouldn't be any good
as a husband.

Too bad.

I'll have to think
of another solution.

Simpler.

Quicker.

As sheriff of this county,

I've been asked to preside over
the sale by auction

of all property belonging
to Mrs. Jill McBain,

here present.

This parcel of land
measures 320 acres.

It's free of all encumbrances,
liens and mortgages.

This property
and all it contains,

lock, stock and barrel

will be turned over
to the lucky purchaser

at the time of sale.

All the contents therein
are listed by number

on the inventory sheet
distributed among you.

The entire property will be sold
en bloc to the highest bidder.

All right, that's clear
to everybody.

I declare the auction open.

Now, who's going to make
the first bid?

Here's a complete list
of all the items.

Some of them are worth money.

All right, now.

Who's going to make
the first bid?

Two hundred dollars.

Well, I have
an opening bid

of two hundred dollars.

Two hundred dollars.

Do I hear more?

That stinking piece of land
ain't worth it, old-timer.

Buy it and...

Well, come on,
my friends. two hundred dollars?

The livestock alone is worth
twice that much.

Well...

who's going to bid
three hundred dollars.

Now look, friends,

I realize we're not offering
California here,

but two hundred is damn little
for all that property.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I wouldn't even take 200
as a deposit.

Well... nobody's going
to bid it up.

You sure you wouldn't want
to set a minimum price?

I wish I were wrong,
Mrs. McBain,

but you're liable to end up
selling the place

for a plate of beans.

All I want is to sell.

You're fat, huh?

If you say so.

How many?
One card.

One for me.

Dealer takes three.

Can I... can I take a hand?

Fifteen.

Yeah. Sit down.

I'll deal.

How do you, uh...

how do you play this game,
Mr. Morton?

It's very simple.

As long as you use your head...

you never lose.

Five hundred dollars.

Hmm.

Five hundred dollars.

Mm-hmm.

Do I hear any other bids?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry, Mrs. McBain, but...

I think I'm gonna have
to knock down on that last bid.

Five hundred once.

Five hundred dollars twice.

Five hundred dollars...

Five thousand dollars.

You said five thousand dollars?

It's on its way.

It's Cheyenne.

The reward for this man is
five thousand dollars,

that right?

Judas was content
with 4,970 dollars less.

There were no dollars
in them days.

But sons of bitches, yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

The jail's that way.
Yeah, I know!

Yeah, but, uh, you're going
to the railroad station.

I'm sending you to Yuma, Cheyenne.

They got a modern jail there.

It's got more walls,
more bars... more guards.

Oh, you'll like it, in 20 years.
You'll see.

Two tickets, amigo,
to the next station,

One way only.

Mm-hmm.

Here's to you,
and congratulations.

You got yourself a good deal.

Oh, the auction.

Forget it.

I don't invest in land.

You don't look at all
like the noble defender

of poor, defenseless widows.

But then again...

I don't look like a poor,
defenseless widow.

Cheyenne's right.
You're a remarkable woman.

And you're a remarkable man...

but you have something
on your mind.

And you got something
on your mind.

Hot water.

A bathtub full of hot water.

I think it's time
I filled that bathtub.

Who are you?

Jim Cooper.

Chuck Youngblood.

More dead men.

They were all alive
until they met you, Frank.

You paid five thousand dollars
for something belongs to me.

Five thousand...

plus one.

You got a right to make
a profit too.

I wouldn't take long
thinking about it,

if I were you.

You got yourself into something
that's bigger than you are.

You got a chance to get
out easy. You better take it.

You sound like
a real businessman, Frank.

Being with Mr. Morton
has done you a lot of good.

And you've learned some
new methods.

Yeah, Mr. Morton has shown you
a lot of new ways.

Even though you haven't given up
the old ones.

Pick any method you like.
Just make the deal.

Which deal, Frank?

We have more than one,
you and me.

Ah, we can...

lump them together
into one bundle,

settle all of them.
Here and now.

Easy, Frank.

Easy.

You got to learn
not to push things.

Taking it easy is
the first thing

a businessman should do.

I got an idea,

Mr. Morton can teach you
a lot more.

How much?

One dollar.

Giddy up!

Uh! Giddy up!

I could swear, we're going
to have that strange sound.

Right now.

Time sure flies.

It's already past twelve.

But... but they were his men!

Yeah.

And they tried to kill him.

They must have found
somebody who pays better.

And you! You saved his life!

I didn't let them kill him.
And that's not the same thing.

Sure.

It's not the same thing.

You get dressed.
It's time to go home.

Did you make coffee?

This time I did.

Good.

My mother used to make
coffee this way.

Hot,

strong...

and good.

Cheyenne.
Huh?

What's he waiting
for out there?

What's he doing?

He's whittling on a piece
of wood.

I got a feeling,
when he stops whittling...

something's going to happen.

Surprised to see me here?

I knew you'd come.

Morton once told me,
I could never be like him.

Now I understand why.

Wouldn't have bothered him
knowing you were

around somewhere alive.

So you found out you're
not a businessman, after all.

Just a man.

An ancient race.

Other mortals will be along...

and they'll kill it off.

Future don't matter
to us.

Nothing matters now,
not the land,

not the money, not the woman.

I came here to see you.

Because I know that now
you'll tell me

what you're after.

Only at the point of dying.

I know.

I heated some water for you.
I also found a razor.

Uh, put it there, please.

So I can watch the railroad
move up while I shave.

You know what?

If I was you, I'd go down there
and give those boys a drink.

You can't imagine...

how happy it makes a man
to see a woman like you.

Just to look at her.

And if one of them
should pat your behind...

just make believe it's nothing.

They earned it.

Hmm.

Keep your loving brother happy.

Who... who are you?

Hey.

You're, sort of, a handsome man.

But I'm not the right man.

And neither is he.

Maybe not.

But it doesn't matter.

You don't understand, Jill.

People like that have
something inside...

something to do with death.

If that fellow lives, he'll come
in through that door...

pick up his gear and say adios.

It would be nice to see
this town grow.

Now I got to go.

Going to be a beautiful town, Sweetwater.

I hope you'll come back someday.

Someday.

Yeah.

I got to go, too.

Make believe it's nothing.

Sorry, Harmonica.

I got to stay here.

Who?

I ran into Mr. Choo-choo.

I didn't count on that
half madman from the train.

He got scared.

Hey, Harmonica...

when they do you in...

pray it's somebody
who knows where to shoot.

Go away.

Go away.

Go away. I don't want you
to see me die.