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* Don't try to apprehend us

(gun firing)

(baby cooing)

- [Woman] It's born!

- [Lady At The Door] Sounded
like it was laughin'!

- [Woman] Well?

- [Doctor] It's a boy!

(women giggling)

And help me, he's bigger
than a buffalo calf.

(women chattering)

- Oh my God, he's a giant.

- A real old son
of a b, ain't he?

- He's a beaut.

- Must weigh around 18 pounds.

Spittin' image of his old man.

- Yeah, Daisy, what
are you callin' him?

- Bambino.
- Like his Pa?

- Yeah, Bambino.

- Why not?

Sounds like a real proper
name for Bambino's kid.

- Could call him Junior
instead of Bambino.

- It's his papa's
name, like sayin' babe.

- Bambino.
- He's so cute.

- [Woman] Imagine saying, "Hi
babe," to someone like that.

- [Doctor] When I had
delivered Bambino's boy

into this world,
little did I imagine

that only a few years
later I'd be doin' the same

for his brother, Trinity.

(grumbling)

(peaceful music)

(baby cooing)

- Hello. (laughs)

I truly the hope the rumor
that's making the rounds,

my dear Katherine, does not
correspond to the truth.

- Concerning what, Theophilus?

- Concerning the
name you would impose

upon our newborn child.

You see, my dear, I
do appreciate your
show of gratitude.

It's a laudable sentiment.

However, I don't think you
need express your gratitude

to the extent of naming
our child Trinity.

Trinity, the extravagant name

of a no less extravagant
individual whose reputation,

if I may, is hardly limpid.

- That so-called
extravagant individual,

Theophilus, saved my life.

- I'm aware of that.

If he subdued crude
and unruly outlaws

it is only because he
himself is a man who is a--

- He is a man who is
not only courageous,

he is also sensitive, my dear.

His name is like a
blessing, a good omen,

that I wish to give my son.

- Yes, well, we'll
discuss this later, dear.

Doctor.

- So, he shall be called,
Trinity. (giggles)

- [Doctor] I knew at once,
son, that you wouldn't

spend many more
days in that house.

- (laughs) Well, in fact,
as soon as my mom saw to it

that I got an education,
she just dumped

old stuff pot Theophilus.

(doctor laughs)

Of course she didn't
know that I had a gun

on my back. (laughs)

- [Doctor] (laughs) probably
had one in your diaper.

- Hey Doc, what do you
know about Bambino, huh?

Where do you think he might be?

- Somewhere out there.

You both took
after your fathers.

You're the kind of fellas
that are never twice

in the same place.

- (laughs) Yeah.

- Well, wait a minute, hold on.

I just may have
somethin' for you.

- [Trinity] Yeah?

- [Doctor] It ain't much, but
I reckon it's a good lead.

Bambino always had a
true passion for horses.

- [Trinity] (laughs) Yeah,
especially other people's.

- You're bein' unfair, Trinity.

You know I'm talkin'
about true love, now.

I saw him with my own
eyes get a wounded mare

back up on its pins.

- Huh.

Well, Jim Brown with a
question mark seems like

he's tryin' to make
himself scarce.

- Right, but he's a critter
weighin' in at 300 pounds

and is nearly seven feet tall.

That ain't exactly scarce.

(Trinity whistles)

Lord knows I'd like to see you
two meet up and get together.

And not just 'cause you
fellas would guarantee me

a mess of broken bones to mend.

- Well now, Doc, I've
got nothin' to do

with what happened
in that saloon today.

- [Doctor] Oh?

- That was a classic
case of self-defense.

- [Doctor] (laughs)
Exactly what your old man

always used to say.

- [Trinity] It was
good enough for him.

- Flovia got his means
of locomotion, too, huh?

- Right.

When the idea's good,
it's always a good idea.

(both men laugh)

Okay, be seein' ya, Doc.

Thanks for now
and for back then.

- [Doctor] Take care.

Give my regards to Bambino.

- Will do.

(somber harmonica music)

Whoa.

(Trinity grunts)

(gun fires)

(horse whinnies)

That makes due south,
buddy. (clicks tongue)

(somber harmonica music)

(horse whinnying)

What's that all about?

What?

What's up?

(horse snorting)

Ya think so?

(horse snorting)

Okay.

Thanks for the tip.

(hand smacks flesh)
(man groans)

(speaking in foreign language)

(hand smacks flesh)
(man groans)

- And this is for Emiliano Ruez.

(hand smacks flesh)

- [Beaten Man] I'm not a--

(hand smacks flesh)

(groans) Stop!

I beg you.

(hand smacks flesh)

- [Bandit] I can't
stop now, I just begin.

- Hey.
- Hm?

(beaten man groans)

(Trinity whistling)

- Howdy.

What's he, a preacher?

What was he up to?

- So, who are you?

- Oh, I was just passin' by.

- Bueno, then keep
passing, gringo.

We are very busy now.

- Okay.

Oh...

Excuse me, he looks
pretty frazzled.

I'd say he's had enough.

(bandits laugh)

(laughs) You got the gist.

- My word of honor, I
don't go the gist, gringo.

- You don't?

- Naw.

- Okay.

(fist thuds)
(bandit grunts)

Oh no, hold it.
(gun clicks)

(fist thuds)
(bandit grunts)

Unh-unh.

- [Bandit] Sorry.

(fist thuds)

- [Trinity] Easy there.

(laughs) Yeah, you got the gist.

- I, uh...

(men grunting)
(fist thuds)

- No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, amigo,
you haven't a chance.

Not with the strap on.

Ready?
- Gracias.

(men grunting)
(fist thuds)

- Easy now, just
let yourself go.

(body thuds on ground)

(laughs) Yup.

Por favor, may I have your...

Huh?

- It's brand new, senor.

- Uh-huh, yeah, well.
- De nada.

- I'll take it.

I think it's best.

Careful, you're runnin'
into your buddy.

(men grunting)

Listen, how do you say--

- [Bandit] What, senor?

- See ya around?

I got it, hasta la vista.

- [Bandit] Si, senor.

- Well then, hasta la vista.

- [Bandit] Same to you, senor.

Hasta luego.

(men chattering)

- [Trinity] Take care now.

- [Bandits] Adios, senor!

(bandits chattering)
(horse hooves clomping)

(beaten man groaning)

- Come on now, come on.

(hand smacking flesh)
Come on, it's all over.

Come on.
- No, please!

(hand smacking flesh)
- No, no, come on, come on,

come on, come on. (sighs)

(somber harmonica music)

Feelin' better?

(beaten man grunts)

Well, tell me somethin'.

Who's Emiliano Ruez?

- An outlaw who held up a
bank and killed a clerk.

He was brought to justice,
given a fair trial,

and then duly executed.

Now those critters are
blaming me for his death.

But I had nothing to do with it.

I only hanged the man.

- (laughs) You mean buried him.

- No sir, I do mean hanged him.

I'm a licensed executioner.

- You're a what?

- Well, I guess regular folks
would call me a hangman.

- Huh.

You know, once when I was
a kid I saw a hangin'.

It was a cattle man,
bigger 'n a buffalo.

But now, they made him
swing but he kept chawin',

spittin' tobacco
like it was natural.

(hangman grunts)

Yeah, the sheriff finally
had to take pity on him,

put a bullet through his head.

- Sure wouldn't have
happened with me.

- No, it wouldn't have?
- No.

Matter of fact, I gotta
be in Pringle City.

A good for nothin' horse thief.

A real beast, over 300 pounds.

Gotta string him up tomorrow.

He's got a neck like a bull,

but the job'll be
quick and painless.

I know my trade.

- 300 pound horse thief?

Jim Brown question mark?

- That's him.

You know him?

- No!

No, no.

Just heard talk of him is all.

It seems unfair somehow,
stringin' up a man

for rustlin' a few horses.

- Yeah, but...

Thank you.

They say he stole over
200 and to pull it off

he burned down the stables,

sacrificin' another
dozen animals.

Plus, there's two stable
hands guardin' the place.

- They framed you, Bambino.

- What was that?

- If he did it, he deserves it.

- [Hangman] Mm-hm, mm-hm.

- I'd hang him myself.

- [Hangman] Mm-hm,
mm-hm. (slurps)

(upbeat Western music)

(townspeople chattering)

- [Harvey] Well now,
that's a hangman

if I ever seen one. (laughs)

And right on schedule.

- [Woman] I wish
you wouldn't delight

in such things, Harvey.

(Harvey laughs)

- [Harvey] I heard
the sheriff say

the critter's near
seven feet tall.

- Such a nice lookin' young
fella for such a terrible job.

- [Harvey] It's a mean
business, all right,

but somebody's gotta do it, hon.

- Yeah, reckon you're right.

Come on now, get a move on.

Still got the sty to clean up.

- [Harvey] Well now, just 'cause
he's a nice lookin' fella.

(sheriff grunts)

- All right.

Looks proper.

Excuse our caution, sir, but
me and Judge Thompson here,

we're expectin' someone
quite different.

- Oh, you will not
be sorry, gentlemen.

My motto is short and sweet.

- That's all we're asking,
come right down to it.

- Must've been quite a
chore putting your hands

on that critter.

- We took him while
he was sleepin'.

He still had four of the
rustled mounts with him.

- What did he say to that?

- (chuckles) He swore he'd
never seen 'em before. (laughs)

Not even his own ma
would've believed him.

- You were right smart to
know them mounts were suspect.

- Aww, didn't take much.

They were branded.

It was an unmistakable
letter 'P.'

- Oh.

(door thuds)

- [Sheriff] Ah, Mr. Parker.

- Sheriff.

Judge.

Is he...

- Yes sir, he's the hangman.

- Uh, licensed executioner.

- As you like.

Well, Mr. Parker here is
the owner of those steeds

and the burnt stables.

- Sir.

I heard a few men went
down during the caper.

- Nah, just two peons.

- Aren't you a bit young
for this profession?

- It looks like he
knows the ropes,

if you'll pardon
the double entendre.

- For this particular job,

considering the
convict's amplitude,

I reckon I'll need
a three-quarter inch
rope, pure silk.

- Pure silk?

- Slides more easily.

State of the art, London.

However, I may
decide to ballast him

with two 60 pound sand
sacks strapped to his legs.

I can be more precise once I
have examined the specimen.

- (grunts) Any news of my herd?

- Not yet, no.

Sorry to say, Mr. Parker.

Got my men searchin'
high and low,

but seems like they
vanished into thin air.

We can follow the river.

The mounts are gonna
have to drink somewhere.

- Not a bad idea.

- Jeff, round up a couple
of boys and skirt the river.

- And don't forget,
there's a healthy reward

for whoever brings in
those horses, Sheriff.

- I'm only out to do
my duty, Mr. Parker.

- Gentlemen.

- Sir.

(door thuds)

- They're expectin'
me at Chester Creek.

It's late.

I better hit the trail.

Take care.

- Well, Mr. Licensed
Executioner,

would you like to examine
that animal right off

or after you get settled?

- I believe right off is best.

- As you like.

- Oh yes, a pair of
handcuffs, please.

- Of course.

(handcuffs jingling)

(Bambino grunting)

There's your buffalo.

- [Trinity] Mm-hm, mm-hm,
I see what you mean.

- Yeah.

Stop your pacin', animal.

I'm talkin' to you, road apple.

(prisoner grunts)

Ya hear what I
said, stumble bum?

I said, stop it!

- Excuse me, Sheriff.

Come now, Mr. Brown.

Please, do stop it.

- [Sheriff] You're
wastin' your time

with that sweet talk, hangman.

(prisoner grunts)

- You are not a bambino anymore.

- [Bambino] Hm?

- Yeah.

Please, place your
hands through the bars.

Just a few technicalities and
we will leave you in peace.

- [Bambino] Hmm.

- Oh, holy trinity.

- [Sheriff] I told you you
were wastin' your time.

- You are only
complicatin' matters, sir.

Now please, place your
hands through these bars.

Thank you.

(Bambino grunts)

You see what a little kindness

and sweetness can do, Sheriff.

(Sheriff chuckles)

- You can have sweetie
here, he's all yours.

- Thank you.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

This won't take long.

My, you are a tall
fellow, aren't you?

Six-five, six-six?

Now then.

Okay.

Two yards for
whippin' the noose.

And two and a half
yards for the drop.

And I would say another, plus
another three for the ballast.

- Gonna be here
all day, vulture?

- Quiet, buffalo man.

Your blowhard days are over.

(men laugh)

- Yes.

Would you like a cork?

- Cork?

What cork?

- Yeah, what cork?

- Well, sometimes fear
gets the better of a man.

He soils himself.

But I maintain that
all men who are

about to meet their maker
have a right to self-respect.

That's why I heartily suggest

a cork.

- I'm all for the cork.

The undertaker will be grateful.

(men laughing)

- Aren't you through
yet, hangman?

- Cocky right to the
end, huh? (laughs)

- That's not cockiness, Sheriff.

That's pure fear.

- Fear?

- You don't believe me?

Lend me your gun, I'll show you.

Come on, (laughs) give it here.

We'll all have ourselves
a good laugh. (laughs)

(sheriff laughs)

(gun clicks)

Watch this.

(gun clicks)

(Bambino laughs)

Oh, come on, Sheriff.

You had your laugh.

Hands up, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Your gun, deputy.

- Yeah, hurry it up.

- Uh, the key, please?

- [Sheriff] Really think
you'll get away with this?

- I have every reason
to believe so, yes.

(Bambino grunting)

Would you mind
joining him, Sheriff?

(Sheriff grunts)

- Now, for the corks.

- No, you can't do that!

- [Sheriff] That's illegal.

There ain't nothin' in the
books that deals with corks.

- [Bambino] There ain't?

- [Deputy] Corks! (mumbling)

- [Bambino] Then we'll
have to set a precedent.

Now, open your
mouth and shut up.

(deputy and sheriff grunting)

- Shh.

- Knew I'd have to put up
with you sooner or later.

- Is that the way
you say thanks?

(sheriff and deputy grunting)

- Thanks loads for
delaying my departure.

- For heaven or hell?

- [Bambino] The
quickest way outta here.

My father warned me, he did.

Trinity is like his father.

You'll never get rid of him.

- At least with me you can
walk out the front door.

- [Bambino] That horn
toad sheriff was usin' me

as a scapegoat, he was.

- [Trinity] Yeah, yeah.

Look, the truth is you
got yourself caught

like some dumb bambino, Bambino.

- [Bambino] I was ambushed.

It was night, I was sleepin'.

They'd have roped in anybody.

Anyway, don't call me Bambino.

- [Trinity] That's
your name, ain't it?

Even old Doc calls you that.

It's thanks to him I
knew you'd never let

them 10 horses roast
in a burning stable.

- What else did old
Doc have to say?

- [Trinity] Why, he said
you were dyin' to meet me.

- [Bambino] Well, he lied to ya.

- [Trinity] He thought we'd
make a good partnership.

- Look, I already got a partner.

Me.

- [Trinity] Oh,
now look, Bambino--

- [Bambino] Don't
call me Bambino!

- [Trinity] Well, what the
heck do you want me to call ya?

- [Bambino] Nothin'.

Don't call me at all.

Now, where's your hangman?

- There, there, round the bend.

Hey, hey.

- What?

- He's edgy, ya hear?

There, there's
somethin' funny here.

(horse whinnies)

- Poor old man.

The gringo saved his life
only to steal his pants.

(men laugh)

Don't leave him
there, pick him up.

(hangman groans)

How many times did I hit him?

One or two?

- [Bandit] Two.

- (spits) Bueno.

One and two makes three!

(footsteps crunching)

Who are you?

- [Bambino] A man in a hurry.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Hangman] Praise the Lord.

You're heaven sent.

- [Bambino] Not exactly.

- [Trinity] Yeah, I sent him.

- Not you again.

- Yeah.

Thanks for lending me your duds.

Hey, by the way, he's the guy
you were supposed to hang.

- [Hangman] Oh!

- [Trinity] Yeah well, believe
it or not, he's innocent.

It's hard to believe, huh?

- Oh no, I believe it, yes.

- [Bambino] Shut up.

Let's get outta here.

- [Trinity] Okay, here ya go.

Thanks again.

- [Hangman] Oh,
you're most welcome.

May I go now, sir?

- [Trinity] Sure, unless you
got somethin' better to do.

- Hardly.

(laughs) Oh, the boys
will never believe this

up in Chester Creek!

(Trinity grunting)

- You need a mirror?

- [Trinity] Huh?

- [Hangman] Hyah!

Hey, ha, ha ha!

Ho, hey, hey!

(upbeat music)

- [Trinity] Ho.

I guess we've put enough
distance between us

and them by now.

- [Bambino] Yeah.

We oughta put somethin'
in our bellies.

I've been gulpin' air and
eatin' flies for two days now.

Ho!

- [Trinity] You smell it, too?

- [Bambino] Yeah, due east.

- Well, let's go.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Bambino sniffing)

Chili?

(Bambino grunts)

- Beans. (clicks tongue)

(horses snorting)

- [Trinity] Huh?

- [Bambino] (laughs) Yeah.

(speaking in foreign language)

(calm music)

(door thuds)

(men grunt)

(men laugh)

- Hey.
- Hm?

- [Bambino] They're
simmerin' over there.

- Yeah.

(men chattering)

(cook sneezes)

- Hey, I got chili
con carne with bread,

or beans with fatback and bread,

or just beans or just bread.

- Couple of beans
and some bread.

Beans con carne and bread,
beans with fatback and bread,

some just beans and
some just bread.

Please.

- Whiskey? Beer?

Tequila?

Whiskey, beer, and tequila.

- Uh-huh.
- Bueno.

(men laughing)

- [Man] I told ya they was rude.

- [Man With Cigarette]
Yeah, I'm out.

- [Man] Looks like
your pot, Jack.

- [Jack] Okay, my deal.

- Hey.

- I'm stretchin' my legs.

Mind if I watch?

- Just don't get too close.

(men laugh)

- [Man] Yeah, he's
kinda ripe to me.

- [Dealer] Card, Jos?

- Give me two.

- I woulda hung on
to the first one.

Hm?

(Bambino grunts)

(Jos grunts)

Mm-mm.

- [Dealer] You, Stinger, cards?

- I'm set.

- Hm.
(Bambino grunts)

- [Dealer] You, Bret?

- One for me.

- [Man] Hit me one, too.

And I'm out.

- [Dealer] Your play, Jos.

(coins jingling)

- Two bucks for starters.

- And I'll raise ya 20.

(coins rattling)

- [Dealer] You in, Bret?

- No.
- It's my pot?

- I'll see you.

- Jos?
- No.

- No, no, no, what
are you doing?

Any jackass would know
that he is bluffing.

(Stinger sighs)

- Why don't you shut your trap.

- Oh.

As you like.

- [Dealer] What
you got, Stinger?

- It's all yours.

(player laughs)

- What'd I tell ya?

Bunch of amateurs.

- [Jos] Those two are
gettin' on my nerves.

- [Card Player] Jos,
they're just (mumbles).

Let's have another hand.

(Jos mumbles)

- [Card Player] Just forget 'em.

- Yeah, thanks.

- [Card Player] Just
pay 'em no mind is all.

(Bambino swishing
drink in his mouth)

- [Stinger] Yeah, look at 'em.

- [Jos] Yeah, turns my stomach.

- Hey, hey, senores.

- [Card Player] Couldn't
even string ya up.

(card players laugh)

- [Man] Oh.

- [Jos] Any of you
seen these boys before?

- Naw.
- Naw.

(Bambino slurping)

- [Card Player] Look
like farmers to me.

(Bambino groans)
- Maybe horse thieves?

- [Card Player] Them?

- How's yours?

(Bambino grunts)

Yours is better.

- [Jos] Let me
just feel 'em out.

- How can they eat this stuff?

- They're animals like you.

- Hey, patron.

- Yes, sir?

- You know a body from
Pringle who's called Parker?

John Parker?

- Yes, big time rancher.

Very famous.

Why?

- They rustled
200 mounts on him.

(Jos laughs)

And he wants 'em back.

- He does?

How can he do that?

- By hiring the best
guns in the territory.

(men laugh)

- [Jos] Is there a better way?

- You hear that?

They're hirin' gunslingers
down at Pringle?

Maybe we should go
take a look see.

(men laughing)

Mm, I right handy with a gun.

Yeah, him, too.

You should see him.

(men laughing)

- Well, what do ya know?

At first sight I wouldn't
have bet a plug nickel,

but if two rubes
like you say so,

who's to question it?

(men laugh)

- Makin' fun of us.

- It's your bet, Jos.
- Mm-hm.

- [Jos] (laughing) Yeah, yeah.

I'm out, I can't concentrate.

(men laugh)

- Couldn't you wait
'til we downed the grub?

So who's the punk who feels
like wagerin' that plug nickel?

- Hm?

- Do you mind if I take
on lard boy here, Stinger?

I get a kick outta
floorin' the big ones.

(Stinger chuckles)

(suspenseful Western music)

All right.

(hands thud)
(Jos shouts)

- Hey! (clicks tongue)

That ain't fair, guys.

(Jos grunting)

(Trinity whistles)

(hand thuds)
(Jos grunts)

(Bret grunts)

- [Bambino] Guy can't
even eat a couple of beans

in peace nowadays. (grunts)

- Maybe you'd go over real
big at a carnival, pal,

but guns are a whole
different story.

- Huh.

Let's wager our
horses on that, huh?

- You're on.

- Except, I want him.

- Me?

- Yeah.

- Are you that anxious
to call it quits, boy?

- No, I just get a kick out
of floorin' the dumb ones.

(Bret groans)

- Tell me your handle, mister.

That way you'll get it--

- Get it written on
my tombstone, right?

- Right.

- (sighs) Can't you think
of anything more original?

I mean, how many times
have we heard that one?

Unbelievable.

Anyway, seein' as
how you're curious,

my name is Trinity.

- Another Trinity? Ahh.

- Say your prayers, turkey.

- Turkey?

(chuckles) I heard
that one, too.

(somber Western music)

Sir.

(Stinger laughs)

Hm?

- [Stinger] Well, Trinity.

- Pleased to meet ya.

(fist thuds)
(Stinger grunts)

(Bambino grunts)

- You haven't a chance in hell.

Drop your belts.

- Yeah.

That goes for you, too.

Everybody.

(belts thud to the floor)

Well, afraid you
lost your horses.

I wouldn't worry
too much, though.

You can always buy new ones.

Huh?

Got no horses?

What do you say we
sell 'em back to 'em?

- If they insist.
- How much?

- I don't know.

Grandpa. Grandpa.

- Me?

- How much for a good horse?

(speaking in foreign language)

Si.

- 60,

$70.

- Okay, hear that?

$80 times five is easy.

- [Bambino] 500.

- Since when?

- Since the law of
supply and demand.

That's what they call
it when the buyer's

on the short end.

- Yeah, and considering
you're pushin' your luck

as it is, you got yourself
one hell of a deal.

- [Trinity] You'll
like those steeds.

You won't even have
to break 'em in.

- [Cook] Buenos Dias, senores.

- [Trinity] Yeah, right.

(door thuds)

- Hey.

(Jos gasps)

What's with you?

- Who?

Take a look here.

My hair was coal
black before I met up

with that other Trinity.

(Stinger grunts)
(fist thuds)

(upbeat music)

- [Trinity] Sounds like
Parker's out for blood, huh?

- [Bambino] Yeah, and so am I

seein' as I didn't
rustle his horses.

- [Trinity] You're
gonna have to prove that

if you wanna save your backside.

- [Bambino] Yeah, fat chance.

(horse whinnies)

- [Trinity] Speakin'
of backsides...

- [Bambino] Huh? Hyah!

- [Trinity] Let's wait 'em out.

Hyah, hyah!

(horse snorts)

(men speaking in
foreign language)

- [Man] senores?

(Trinity grunts)

Por favor.

- [Trinity] What's up?

- [Man] Buenos dias, senores.

- [Trinity] Yeah, same to you.

- [Bambino] Weren't they
in that weigh station?

- [Trinity] Uh-huh.

- Men, men!

You must excuse us, senores.

My name is Pablo.

Yes, and this is my son, Paco,

and this is my grandson, Pedro.

- Hm.

And so?

- And so you see, senores,
we were at that weigh station

only because we wanted to ask
those pistolaros to defend us.

- From who?

- From the Ramirez
brothers, senor.

(speaking in foreign language)

May the good Lord in
His infinite goodness

strike them down in
this very moment.

- What's the beef?

- There is no more beef, senor.

Once we were rancheros,
but they are coming

and stealing all our
cattle, all the time.

And even burned our stables,
making the horses go crazy.

- Burned down your stables?

- Si, senor.

It was terrible to see.

- We have stopped
raising cattle.

Now we only work the land,
but they still come anyway

and take all they can carry.

- That is why we go
to the weigh station,

to hire that pistolaro.

What's his name?

- Stinger Smith?

- Him, senor.

Stinger Smith.

- But after what you did to him,

we are likely worse than before.

- Now we are thinking to
ask you, and you, too,

to defend us from
the Ramirez brothers.

- Now, don't you
people have a sheriff?

How many are they?

- Once, senor.

- Once?
- 11.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Burned down stables.

- [Pablo] Si, senor.

And two men died, may
they rest in peace.

- Yeah, I agree 100%, partner.

As the saying goes, better
a stuffed turkey today

than a rotten egg tomorrow.

Ain't that right, partner?

- Hmm.

Huh?
- Mm-hm.

- What'd ya say the
name of your town was?

- (chuckles) San
Clementino, senor.

(peaceful Western music)
(townspeople chattering)

- [Pablo] It's beautiful.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Trinity] Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

- [Bambino] Pretty quiet town.

- [Trinity] Yeah.

- Now, yes, because it
is siesta time, senor.

But it will finish
very soon, you'll see.

- [Pablo] Vamos.

- [Trinity] What's
this thing doin' here?

- [Pablo] Oh, the Ramirez
brothers put it there

when they kill the
sheriff, senor.

- [Bambino] Where you goin'?

- Sorry.

You got a new sheriff in town.

(laughs) See?

- [Pablo] Well, senores,
this is your office.

What do you think?

- I've seen better.

I've seen worse.

(man groaning)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Pablo] He's very sad.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't cry, don't cry.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Trinity] What's he in for?

- He's there
because of his wife.

A man made eyes at her
and he took out his knife.

- He done him?

- No, senor, but he sliced

the man's...
(men grunt)

- You mean he severed his--

- That and all the rest.

- You, mm-mm.

- So you let him drink to
wile the time away, huh?

- Si, senor.

Judge Thompson isn't
coming here for a week yet.

And the time never
passes if you are sober.

- Judge Thompson, ya said?

- Mm-hm.
- Si, senor.

He has the jurisdiction

over our town.
- Did you hear that?

- [Trinity] How could I know?

Relax.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Come.

I almost forgot.

The most important thing.

They are for you.

- Deputy.

This is yours.

(townspeople chattering)

- Si, amigos.

These two Americanos will be
our new sheriff and deputy.

(crowd applauds)

And now, I want
for our two amigos

to make themselves at home
and to refresh themselves.

(crowd laughs)

They have been riding
for days. (chuckles)

Bonita and Centella
will take care of you.

- That's hospitality.

- You'll see, senores.

These girls make
miracles in the kitchen.

- In the kitchen?

- He's nice.
- Mm-hm.

- By the way, we have
yet to know your names.

- Huh? Oh.

(clears throat) Smith.

- Smith, hm.

(speaking in foreign
language), senor?

Hm?

- Uh, me, too.

- Me too?

A very strange name, senor.

- No, no, my name is Smith, too.

- Ah, (speaking in
foreign language).

Well, Senor Smith plus
Senor Smith, hasta luego.

(crowd applauds)

- Come in.

(playful orchestral music)

This is your house.

Do you like it?

- Might've seen
better, seen worse.

- It has everything
you need here.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hm.

Hm?

- [Centella] Is something wrong?

- (laughs) What the hell's a
soup bowl doin' under there?

(Centella laughs)

(Bambino laughs)

- This is your house.

Do you like it?

- Yeah, it's not bad.

- You have a nice bed,
a tub for washing,

and look here.

- What is it?

- A chamber pot.

- What?

- If you wake up and
you must pee-o pee-o.

- Pee-o pee-o.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Pssss.

- Oh! Psss.

Actually it was more fun
for us to open a window

and pee-o pee-o.

(both laugh)

You know how boys are.

(water splashing)

(door thuds)

(Centella gasps)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Bambino sniffs)

- What is that?

(speaking in foreign language)

What's it for?

- To wash the back.

It's hard to do it alone.

(Centella humming)

- Ah.

- You like it?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

(Centella humming)

Ah!

Hey, uh, you all
right back there?

- Huh?

Si.

You know, you're much nicer
now with your natural color.

- Ah.

Natural color?

- Yes, pink.

- Pink!

(speaking in foreign language)

(Centella humming)

Ah.

- [Bonita] Well, vamos.

- Vamos where?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Give me your clothes,
I must wash them.

- (stammering) I'm...

- You have shame.

- (laughs) Shame?

No.

- Okay, I turn.

You take off clothes and
go in the agua, bueno?

- Bueno.

(playful music)

Bueno.

You turn around now.

- The underwear, too!

Is not easy to wash them
if you still inside.

(Trinity chuckles)

(Bonita gasps)

(water splashing)

I turn now?

- If ya have to.

- Now, you soak nice and easy
and I come back to wash you.

- What do you mean to wash me?

- Yes, what else?

I'm used to washing men.

I always wash my nephew.

He's almost two now.

- Well, it ain't
quite the same thing.

- Ah, an hombre is an hombre.

Now I wash your clothes and
bring you some clean things.

- Just bring me some soap.

I can wash myself.

- No, not like me.

I wash you with soap and ashes.

Maybe then we can see
the color of your skin.

Soak nice now!

- Woo!

(peaceful Western music)

(Bambino exhales)

(knocking on the door)

It's like walkin'
in a gunny sack.

This thing don't fit right.

(Trinity laughs)

- Laugh and I'll--

(Trinity grunts)

(man laughs)

(Bambino grumbles)

- [Trinity] You're
a sheriff now,

not Jim Brown question mark.

You gotta have stature, poise.

- [Bambino] Shut up.

- [Trinity] Yeah,
that's the idea.

(bar patrons chattering)

- Well, how was yours?

(speaking in foreign language)

- And yours?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Macho, muy macho.

- So is mine.

Very macho.

- Just like mine.

(women sigh)

- What?

You say you've got no weapons?

Can you believe that?

- San Clementino has always
been a peaceful pueblo, senor.

And we never had any trouble

before the Ramirez
brothers arrived.

- And you said there
were 11 of them, huh?

- Sometimes they bring
some cousins along.

- Cousins?

Isn't that good news?

- Great.

With or without cousins,
whenever they come

they steal everything
you've got?

- Not everything,
everything, senor.

- [Pablo] But almost everything.

- And the rest?

- We hide it before they come.

Every day Gabriel over
there climbs up the hill

just outside of town and
from there he can see

what comes to San Clementino.

If it's the Ramirez
brothers, he warns us.

- By the time we hide
our women and some food,

they are already here.

- Well, who's up
on the hill now?

- Nobody, senor.

The Ramirez never come
(speaking in foreign language).

At night they are
too drunk to stay

in the south land, thank God.

(Bambino grunting)

Is there any hope, senor?

- Shh, he's thinkin'.

- [Paco] He's thinking,
he's thinking.

Shh, shh, shh.

- I'll bet I know exactly
what he's thinkin'.

- Oh?

- Well, you're considerin'
the gun tree, ain't ya?

- You're catchin' on, deputy.

- Is there a carpenter
in this town?

- My deputy asked if there's
a carpenter in this town.

- Si, senor.

Manolo, a very good carpintero.

- Well, we got a
job for you, Manolo.

- Bueno.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Bambino] Good job, Manolo.

- Gracias, Sheriff.

- Looks like a Christmas
tree, but it's a good job.

- Gracias.

- And the bell?

- It's here, senor.

(bell ringing)

- [Bambino] How's Gabriel doin'?

- [Pablo] Tell him to signal us.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Just one moment, senor.

(object whistling)

(object thuds)

(men chattering)

- Gabriel scratch special
signs on the stones

to let us know if the
Ramirez are coming

and how many they are.

- [Bambino] Good thinkin'.

- It keeps us alive.

- But just barely, Sheriff.

- Okay, so here's the set up.

Three tolls of the bell if
the Ramirezes are comin'.

Two tolls if who's comin'
ain't the Ramirezes.

And one toll for
them that arrive

but one leave their
guns up on the gun tree.

(men grunting)

- Got that?

- We fight unto death!

(speaking in foreign language)

- You hear that?

(stone whistling through air)

Fight unto death!

- [Bambino] Shut up.

- The Ramirez, four of them!

(townspeople chattering)

- [Pablo] No, wait.

Where are you going?

- [Bambino] Fight
until death, huh?

(upbeat mariachi music)
(Ramirezes shouting)

(men speaking in
foreign language)

(men laughing)

- Yes, even to you.

Everyone who comes to
our town is welcome.

So long as they leave
their weapons on that tree.

- What?

That's a tree?

You loco, old man?

- You're saying to leave
our weapons on that thing?

- Orders from the Sheriff.

- Oh, you got a new sheriff?

- And a new deputy, senor.

- Oh, you hear that?

There's a new sheriff
and a deputy, too.

(Ramirezes laugh)

- Let's go and welcome them.

- Why?

You think they're gonna stay?

- [Pablo] I think so, yes.

- You do?

Then let's go!

(Ramirezes laugh)

(speaking in foreign language)

Where is everybody, huh?

(upbeat mariachi music)
Where is everybody hiding?

(bell rings once)

(Ramirezes whooping)

(Ramirezes laugh)

Hey, are you (speaking in
foreign language) rabbits

or gringo rabbits?

(Ramirezes laugh)

(knife thuds)

You hear me?

When I ask a question,
I want an answer,

(speaking in foreign language).

- [Trinity] Hm.

(knife thuds)

- Hey, we only wanted to
have some fun, hombre.

Having fun never hurt nobody.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Okay.

If it's fun you want,
you go right ahead,

but first you're gonna
have to leave your weapons

on the gun tree over yonder,

you chuckle headed (speaking
in foreign language).

- If that is the
law, little sheriff,

then we have to obey.

- Si, si.

- And hang our guns on the tree.

But then after the fun begins.

Huh?

(everyone laughs)

(upbeat mariachi music)

Okay, old man.

We drop our guns and you
put them on the tree, huh?

- Si, si, bueno.

Watch you drop everything, huh?

Knives, rifles, (speaking
in foreign language).

(speaking in foreign language)

(Trinity laughs)
- Mm-mm.

(speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat mariachi music)

- All right now?

(speaking in foreign language)

It's okay, little sheriff?

- Big Sheriff's the boss.

- Ooh.

(speaking in foreign
language), Big Sheriff?

(whispers in foreign language)

- [Bambino] Don't move.

(gun fires)

(men grunting)

I said not to move.

- One move and you'll be
hearin' the angels sing.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You don't know, huh?

- No, senor, I--

(gun fires)
(bell jingles)

Aye!

- You don't hear too good.

- Oh, no, no, no,
that's not true, senor.

I hear, I hear.

I don't move.

- He heard.

- [Trinity] Looks that way.

- [Bambino] Hey, I smell a gun.

- A gun?

Where, senor, do
you smell the gun?

- In your belt behind your back.

- [Ramirez] Oh, and
who put it there?

- Yeah, what a dirty trick.

- [Ramirez] Very dirty, senor.

- Now, they pulled
the same dirty trick

on you, didn't they pal?

(man groans)

Unh, unh, unh.
(gun clicks)

(man gasps)

That a boy.

(man titters)

- Is all right if I sit down?

- Sure, if you wanna
meet your maker.

(man titters)

- How you doin'?

- Very good, senor, very good.

- Good.

Ain't it kinda bothersome with
a gun stuck in your belly?

- Si, senor.

- All better now.

- (sighs) Si, senor.

(Trinity laughs)
(gun clicks)

- I wouldn't move quite yet.

- I wouldn't either, senor.

- Good boy.

- Pretty soon the other
brothers will get here.

What are we gonna do?

(men whimpering)

- No, no, no, you get
that leg back up there.

- Hey, senor?

- Yeah?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Huh?

- He wants to cut one.

- Don't you dare.

The wind's blowin' this way.

(fart whistles)

- Sorry, I can't help it.

- So, what do we do
with the acrobats?

- You're the big sheriff.

- Hey, (speaking in
foreign language).

- [Ramirezes] Si, senor?

- You choose.

Another three hours out
here or three days in jail?

- [Ramirez] In jail, senor.

- Three days in jail.

- [Ramirez] Jail, jail.

- You got it.

(men groaning)
(bodies thudding)

(Pablo laughs)

Let's go, come on.

- [Trinity] Be good,
brothers, now, come on.

In ya go.

Inside, you, too.

- Lock 'em up, deputy.

(speaking in foreign language)

Listen, you play wise
with me I'll have ya

balancin' on a
stirrup for a week.

- It's the truth, senor.

Si, si.

- [Bambino] This is the truth.

(finger thuds)
(Ramirez grunts)

- It's true, my name
is like the number.

Septimo, seven.

Then eight, ten, ten
plus one, eleventh.

And they are my brothers.

Si!

- (laughs) What
happened to ninth.

- (laughs) Oh, he (speaking
in foreign language),

he's a drunk.

(men laugh)

Yeah, (mumbles) the
ninth, always drunk.

- And your other brothers
go from first to sixth?

- Yeah, you got it.

From Primero to Sexto.

My father didn't have
too much imagination.

And then he died.

- But bein' thieves and
murderers is your fault.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Trinity laughing)

- No, no, no.

I mean, I mean, ask my brothers.

They can swear to--

- [Bambino] Your brothers
can go hang themselves.

- We don't murder peoples.

- Oh no?

Well, who dropped the sheriff
who was here before us?

- Oh, that was a big accident.

My brothers can
swear to that, too.

- What about the supplies
you loot from these people?

- Loot?
- Uh-huh.

- (speaking in foreign
language) Loot?

- [Trinity] Mm-hm.

- Oh, we don't loot.

Sometimes we borrow
without giving back.

- Ahh.
- And you burn stables

and rustle horses.

- Well, that's true.

- What are you saying, senor?

- We don't need to steal horses.

- [Trinity] You don't?

- We raise them.

We have (speaking in
foreign language).

- You got mucho horses?

- More than 200 and all
marked with our Ramirez brand.

We have to protect ourselves.

You can't believe how
many horse thieves

there are around here.

- Why you little...

- [Trinity] Uh-oh.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You put me on the hook,
- Ah, shut up.

- [Septimo] and then
you get me off the hook.

(brothers shouting)

You will pay for this!

- [Ramirez Brother] Yes,
for seven generations.

(shouting in foreign language)

- Parker's horses were branded.

If theirs are branded,
they can't be Parker's.

- Don't tell me you
believe number seven there.

- No!

But we can't just sit here.

We better locate them
200 stolen horses if...

- Yeah, maybe we better.

Now you're thinkin'.

(fist thuds)
(Trinity coughs)

What's that peon
in there drinkin'?

- Mescal, (speaking
in foreign language),

tequila, and (speaking
in foreign language).

- [Bambino] Do the same
for the Ramirez brothers.

- Couple of bottles each.

- Muy bien.

- That'll keep 'em
put for the night.

(men laugh)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps crunching)

(upbeat mariachi music)

(Trinity grunting)

- Aye!

(singing in foreign language)

In the middle of
the night? (groans)

(singing in foreign language)

Pee-o pee-o.

(singing in foreign language)

(Trinity humming)

Pee-o pee-o.

(Trinity chuckles)

(singing in foreign language)

- [Bonita] Open, (speaking
in foreign language).

Open or I shall die.

Amore.

- Kinda late, isn't it?

The big Sheriff,
he's a light sleeper

and he's pretty strict.

You know how it is.

- But it's the right
time for telling someone

what you have in your heart, no?

- Oh, it sure is.

But it would be outta line.

- Let me in.

Please, let me in.

- No, I don't...

We're in a little town and
people might think that

we want to--

- [Bonita] Just tell
them to go away.

- Go away.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hola.
- Howdy, Centella.

- Did you sleep good?

- Like a buffalo with a
bullet in his head. (grunts)

- I cook you a nice dinner
now, if you like maybe--

- Ooh, I sure do.

Mmm, but lots of it, huh?

- Yes, always lots of it.

- Yeah, (chuckles)
I'm hungry already.

- [Man] Buenos
dias, Big Sheriff.

- Howdy.

(grunts)

Howdy, boys.

- We saw you and
the other sheriff

when you arrested
those banditos, senor.

You were very brave.

- Oh, just very lucky mostly.

- We would like our fathers
to be lucky like you.

- But they run away when
the Ramirez brothers come.

- They don't run away
'cause they're scared.

- Then why?

- Well, 'cause they figure
they get themselves killed,

who's gonna look after you?

- This is for you.

- I know this guy.

That's General Custard.

(boys laugh)

- Oh no, senor.

He is Jesus, son of Virgin
Mary and Saint Joseph.

- Jesus.

Jesus.

Yeah, I heard talk of him.

Right smart critter, they say.

- Si, si, very smart, senor.

- Keep it always
near your heart.

It will protect you from
the Ramirez brothers.

- Will do.

- [Boys] Adios!

- Adios.

- [Trinity] How
are the brothers?

Uh, Seven, Eight,
Ten, Eleven, doin'?

- Juiced to the gills.

(Trinity chuckles)

Right now, they'd
accept a life sentence.

- You think these
walls will hold up

if we just get up and go?

- Well.

- Maybe we oughta get
things movin' here.

- You're thinkin' now.

Took you a while to catch on.

- Didn't it.

(bell rings three times)
- The Ramirez!

(townspeople chattering)

- [Bambino] More Ramirezes.

- Brothers from one to six.

(upbeat mariachi music)

(Ramirez brothers shouting)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Ramirez] What's
this thing over here?

- It's a gun tree because
you leave your weapons

here now when you come
to San Clementino.

It's the law.

(Ramirezes laugh)

- Is that your idea, old man?

- No.

It's mine.

- Ahh.

A new sheriff.

Where are my brothers?

- They're our guests.

- Why is that?

- [Bambino] 'Cause
they wouldn't obey

the laws of this township.

- I want to see them now.

- Leave your guns.

(Ramirezes laugh)

- If we refuse?

(gun firing)

- [Trinity] I could part your
hair next time if you prefer.

- [Bambino] Want
your hair parted?

(Ramirezes grunting)

- Vamos.

- Ah, ah, ah, one at a time.

- I go first.

(man crying)

(speaking in foreign language)

What they do to you?

- [Brother] Tequila finish.

- You pay for this, gringo.

You can't leave a
prisoner with no tequila.

It's against the law.

- [Brother] (crying)
Against the law.

- You feel very brave
with a star on your chest

and a shotgun in your
hand, eh, Sheriff?

You're the perfect man
for this town of sheeps.

- Don't listen to him.

Don't give him the satisfaction.

- You can't give it, old man.

He's big like a bull but
has the heart of a rabbit.

(men laughing)

- [Bambino] He calls you
a rabbit and you laugh?

- He said "Sheriff" not deputy.

(Bambino exhales loudly)

- So no gun and no
star, Senor Primero.

(horse whinnies)

(Primero grunts)

(upbeat mariachi music)

- No, stop, stop.

No one must say the
Ramirez brothers

fight six against one, never.

(brother hiccups)
Noveno, what are you

doing there?

(Noveno hiccups)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Now it's five against one.

- [Brother] I am ready, Primero.

- Go!

(upbeat mariachi music)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Bambino] Why, you...

What do you want?

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

Segundo, Tercero,
Cuarto, Quinto, Sexto.

(speaking in foreign language)

Oh no.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(men groaning)

- Would you like to try?

You're a brave man like him.

- Only brave man can
recognize another brave man.

- Hm.

- Vamos.

(speaking in foreign language)
(men grunting)

- [Bambino] Which
brother are you?

- [Cuarto] Cuarto,
brother number four.

- [Bambino] Good,
don't forget your hat.

- [Pablo] Here is
your badge, Sheriff.

- Thanks a lot, Pablo.

I appreciated your help.

- It was nothin'.

- I know.

- Glad to help.

- [Bambino] He's glad to help.

No hard feelings huh?

- No.

- [Bambino] Well, amigos,
if you respect the laws

of this town maybe
I'll see ya again.

- Oh, you will.

Sooner than you think, Sheriff.

Vamos, hombres.

Hyah!

- [Ramirezes] Hyah!

- Remember, gringo.

- He'll be back.

- I'll be back!

(speaking in foreign language)

(horse hooves clomping)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Bambino] Pretty shrewd.

- Yeah.

- So that's how.

- Yeah, and when
you least expect it.

- (chuckles) Those sons of b's.

- What are you rattlin' about?

(whistles)

- Yeah, they were
right under my nose.

- Ah.

- [Bambino] You are dumb
at times, you know that?

- [Trinity] Yeah,
well don't let it out.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You with me?

- The Ramirez
steeds, what of it?

- The brand, don't it strike ya?

- R-a-m, Ramirez.

- No.
- No?

- [Bambino] No.

- Well get it over with.

What the hell's
wrong with the brand?

- This brand, you knucklehead,

is a counter--
(bell rings three times)

- [Man] The Ramirez,
they're coming back!

(townspeople chattering)

- Amazin', these Ramirezes.

They never say die.

- [Trinity] That's
'cause they're Latins.

- [Bambino] I thought
they were Mexicans.

- Well, they're that, too.

That's the part
that never says die.

If they force the jail we're
gonna have to cut 'em down.

- Yeah, just don't
hit the horses.

- [Trinity] (chuckles)
That's the rustler in ya.

- [Bambino] Shut up.

- [Trinity] They're back
sooner than I thought.

- [Bambino] The sooner they
come, the sooner they go.

- [Trinity] That's the spirit.

(shouting in foreign language)

(horse hooves clomping)

- Well, what do ya know?

- All I know is they're
in one hell of a hurry.

(speaking in foreign language)

- They run as if
chased by the devil.

(bell rings twice)

- [Man] Gringos!

Muchos gringos are coming!

- There's your devil.

(upbeat music)

- Welcome to San
Clementino, senores.

If you wish to come in,
you must leave your weapons

on that tree.

- What's that you're
babblin' about, old man?

- Orders from the Sheriff.

- Oh, you've got a sheriff here?

- Si, senor, and
a very good one.

- I'd like a word with him.

- Sorry, he's not in town now.

Maybe tonight or

(speaking in foreign language).

- No, we can't wait for him,
but perhaps you can help us.

- [Pablo] If I can it will
be my pleasure, senor.

- [Parker] Yes, well, we're
trackin' down two mean,

bloodthirsty criminals.

One's a smilin' baby faced type

that would plug his
own grandmother,

while the other's got
four foot shoulders

and stands seven feet tall.

Those varmints burnt my stables

and rustled over
two hundred horses.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'm sorry we did not see
the people like you say.

We would have noticed
such criminals.

- It's like I told
you, Mr. Parker,

it's useless to
continue lookin' south.

They went west.

- If you see them,
please advise me.

The name's Parker.

You'll find me in Pringle City.

- Bueno, senor.

- I'd be grateful,
most grateful.

- De nada, senor, de nada.

- [Men] Hyah! Hyah!

Hey! Hey!

(horse hooves clomping)

- If I am at all a judge of men,

you are not the ones
they should look for.

But I am afraid it won't
be easy to prove it.

- Believe it or not, you people
can help us do just that.

- Help others and the
Lord will help you.

- Exactly.

Lord knows the Lord knows best.

- Yeah, I wonder if He knows
where the Ramirezes are camped.

- Ah, that is something
we can not help you with.

(speaking in foreign language)

Sorry, Sheriff.

The camp, we don't know.

- Well, then it's a
case, God helps those--

- It's always the best solution.

- [Bambino] It figures.

- The Lord knows that
the Lord knows best.

(chuckles) Nice.

- Hey.

Mi amore.

Aqui.

Listen,
(harmonica music)

hello.

- [Trinity] Yeah, hi.

- I know what you
want, and I can--

- I bet you do.

- No.

- Except this ain't exactly
the right time or place.

We gotta find that
Ramirez hideaway.

There's gonna be some trouble.

- But that is what I know.

Where the Ramirez are.

- You know where they are?

- Yes, one of them kidnapped me

but when we reached the
camp he was so drunk

that I could run away.

- Where did they take ya?

- I think maybe I
could find the way.

- After sundown you
can take us there.

- There are two
hours before sundown.

- [Bambino] You
know, I got a hunch

as to where that camp might be.

You recall when we came up
against those banditos...

(groans)

- [Bonita] It's better you stop.

- Here?
- Yes.

- [Trinity] I'll help ya down.

- [Bambino] She can slide down.

- [Bonita] (laughs) He's right.

- [Trinity] Old Pablo
was right about them

gettin' sloshed at night.

They sound like a
bunch of hoot owls.

- [Bambino] So much the better.

- [Trinity] What
now, Big Sheriff?

- Move out and shut up.

- [Trinity] Yeah, quiet, Bonita.

When they're not drunk
can they see us from here?

- Si, si, get down.

- Good job, kid.

(men shouting in the camp)
(guitar music)

(horses whinnying)

- Now there's something
else you can do.

- [Bonita] Si, si. What?

- Go cook us up some
chicken and beans.

- [Bonita] Oh, let me stay.

- You gotta go back to town.

- But if...

I will stay here, with you.

I can help you.

- It could be dangerous.

Look, I don't wanna lose you.

- Oh God.

- Please?
- Yeah, please?

- Go.
- Yeah, go.

- Do it for me.

- Yeah, do it for him.

(men shouting in camp)

- [Trinity] We'll be back soon.

- [Bonita] You really
want chicken and beans?

- Hey, hurry up, will ya?

- [Trinity] No, no,
amore, just you.

- Sure took ya long enough.

- Hey, some things
can't be rushed.

All right, so now what?

- Now I'm gonna teach you
how to steal some horses.

- [Man] Tercero,
ah, it's about time.

I'm freezing my (speaking in
foreign language) out here

with no tequila.

- Here, don't
freeze, don't freeze.

(man grunts)

(men shouting in the camp)
(guitar music)

(man grunts)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Tercero] (laughs)
Buenas noches.

(horses whinnying)

(gun clicks)

(liquid sloshes)

(gulping liquid)

- [Bambino] That's it,
wash it down nice and easy.

It's chilly tonight, ain't it?

- Hey, did ya kill him?

- Nah, tequila.

- Oh.

Hey, they got more than a
hundred mounts down there.

Yeah, look.

Found myself a good toy.

- Nice goin'.

A little practice you'd
be a bonafide rustler.

- Yeah?

(mimics horse huffing)

(mimics horse whinnying)

(horse farts loudly)

Uh-oh.

- That's good.

- Good for what?

- We'll turn 'em
into walkin' horses

and take 'em into
San Clementino.

Huh?

- [Pedro] They're
coming, they're coming!

- [Townsman] How many?

- [Pedro] Mucho! Mucho!

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Men] Whoa!

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Pablo] Take 'em down
in the valley, muchachos!

Hide them in the woods!

(upbeat music)

- Pablo, put it somewhere safe.

That dojigger, that could
make all the difference.

- (chuckles) Seems like
everything went okay!

- Just like professional
horse thieves.

(men laugh)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Pablo] Everybody
in the cantina!

- [Trinity] Ah, very good.

- [Centella] This
is for you, amore.

- [Bambino] Huh? Oh.

- And for you.
- Excuse me.

- Gracias.
- De nada.

- [Pablo] What is that?

- Chicken and beans.

- Mmm.
- At three o'clock

in the morning?

- But, they work all night.

They can't sleep
with an empty belly.

- For them the night
is still young.

- (laughs) Yeah.

- Damn straight.

Besides, it ain't never too
late for chicken and beans.

- Big Sheriff here is implyin'
that time is a wastin'.

Gotta move fast.

And we can worry about
sleepin' once the job is done.

So Sheriff, you gonna
tell 'em or do I have to?

Okay, I'll tell 'em, but
you correct me if I'm wrong.

- [Pablo] If you just
tell us what to do,

we shall do it.

- Three things for starters.

We gotta free the
four Ramirez brothers

that we've now
got in the cooler.

Once they've sobered
up, of course.

Put together a dozen
of our best boys,

like the ones we saw
out there thrashin'.

We've got a great job for them.

Above all, we need to find
ourselves some handcuffs.

- Oh, in the office there
should be a pair, maybe two.

- We'll need some more.

Where can we find some?

- Down in (mumbles)
across the border.

There is an army camp.

The soldiers there sell you
everything if you have dollars.

- Si, si.
- Perfect.

The handcuffs are on us.

- Then what?

I mean, while you're at it, go
ahead and tell 'em the rest.

- Sure thing, Sheriff.

Crack of dawn, Paco?

- [Paco] Si, senor.

- You'll leave for Pringle City.

(Paco mumbles)

You're gonna tell
Parker that the sheriff

of San Clementino found the
horses that they stole from us.

- Si, si.
- He wants 'em,

- He wants 'em.
- They can have 'em back.

(speaking in foreign language)

There's no problem
as long as he obeys

the gun tree law.

Then, right after that I'll
go back to Ramirez camp,

tell Primero the sheriff
of San Clementino

found the horses that
they rustled from him.

If he wants 'em, he
can come and get 'em.

There's no problem, so long
as he obeys the gun tree law.

(men laugh)

It's just a question of timing.

Ain't that right, Sheriff?

- Custer said it.

Timin' is essential.

- He did?

Okay now, gotta
be ready for 'em.

Day after tomorrow.

First the Ramirezes, right
after Parker and his gang.

- You forget judge Thompson
will be here tomorrow evening.

- Great.

And you'll be there
to receive him, Pablo.

(upbeat orchestral music)

- [Pablo] Oh good, always
on time, Judge Thompson.

- Well, what's new, Pablo?

Who's up for trial this time?

- A poor man.

- What'd he do?

- His wife was by the
riverside, Your Honor,

washing clothes
when a man comes by

and tries to take her.

Her poor husband
rushes to help her

with a knife in
his hand. (grunts)

- Is that the truth?

- Perfidio is a man who respects
the commandments, senor?

He would never lie.

- Any witnesses?

- No, senor.

- Well, then find one.

He's acquitted.

Go on, son.

See ya next month.

- No, Judge!

Wait, you can not go now!

The Sheriff told me
he must talk to you.

- [Judge Thompson] What's up?

- He says that certain
things will happen tomorrow.

- What things?
- You must stay here.

Please, come to the
cantina and have something

to drink while you wait.

- Sounds like you're lookin'
to corrupt the judge.

- [Pablo] (laughs) Oh,
no, no, Your Honor.

Gracias.

- Thank you.

(men grunting)

Ahh.

A drop of tequila now and then
is indeed a pleasant change.

- [Pablo] Si, si.

- Howdy, Judge.

I believe you've already met.

- Evenin' Judge.

- Might we have a
word with you, sir?

- Yes, I'm curious by nature.

(stone whistling
through the air)

- The Ramirez.

(townspeople chattering)

(Ramirezes whooping)
(horse hooves clomping)

(upbeat mariachi music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Primero] You got our horses?

- In the corral.

(Primero laughs)

But first.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hang your weapons, (speaking
in foreign language).

(speaking in foreign language)

(gun belts thudding)

(stone whistling
through the air)

(speaking in foreign language)

Where's the meaning of this?

Now we have no weapons
and you throw rocks?

- [Pablo] It's Gabriel.

A little nino always playing
with his slingshot. (chuckles)

- A little bandit he is.

(men laugh)

- Damn it.

It's too soon.

- [Bambino] Well, you wanna
see your horses, don't ya?

(speaking in foreign language)

(men chattering)

- [Pablo] Aye,
aye, aye, aye, aye.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Well, around my parts
people say thank you.

- Yeah?

Round my parts we
offer drinks, too.

- Oh, I'm sure Primero
would be right happy

to show his gratitude.

- Ya think so?

- You hurt my pride, Sheriff.

No one can say that
Primero Ramirez is a--

- [Trinity] Let's get
on down to the cantina

and no one'll say it.

(men chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Primero] You like
tequila and lemons, Sheriff?

- [Bambino] I dare say
I could survive on it.

(upbeat music)

- [Pablo] Oh, Mr. Parker.

Welcome back to San
Clementino, senor.

- Thank you.

- The gun tree, senor.

- Yes, yes.

Off with the weapons, men.

Is there a problem, Sheriff?

- I doubt this newfangled
custom can apply to me.

I'm the one who
represents the law.

- [Pablo] No, no, not here
in San Clementino, senor.

- The man is right.

You have no jurisdiction
whatsoever in this town.

- Muchachos, come.

Your horses will
need food and water.

It's our pleasure to take
care of them for you.

- Yeah, the men wouldn't mind
wettin' their whistles either.

It was a long haul comin' here.

- Oh yes, they will be
taken care of, senor.

But first, I want to show
you something, Senor Parker.

I'm very curious to
know your opinion.

- Concernin' what?

- Horses.

(sheriff chuckles)

(men chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

- A toast to our sheriff,
who free our brothers

and find our horses.

(men laugh)

I drink to them.

They prove to us the law
is the same for everybody,

but only tequila is the
same for everybody. (laughs)

(men laugh)

(suspenseful music)

(men chattering)

- How can you claim to recognize

these here mounts, Mr. Parker?

They were branded with a mark

completely different from yours.

- In fact, there's something
peculiar about these markings.

- I don't see nothin'
particular about 'em.

- Well I do.

I've been breedin'
horses all my life.

- Listen, we know exactly who
we're lookin' for, Mr. Parker.

It doesn't make sense
now wastin' our time--

- I'm the one who
lost the horses.

I'll decide whether
it makes sense or not.

If ya don't mind.

(sheriff grunts)

- You don't drink with
me, Big Sheriff? (laughs)

- By the way, you about
to sell them horses?

- I don't know yet.

Why, you want to buy them?

- No, no, not me, but
there's some strangers

out there seem
mighty interested.

- No, really?

(Primero and Trinity laugh)

That's good.

- You suppose there'll
be some fireworks?

- Oh, that's a good possibility.

- [Mr. Parker] Frankly, I
have every reason to believe

that these are my
steeds, Sheriff.

- Here's the leader of
the Ramirez brothers!

(speaking in foreign language)

(men chattering)

- Stop those men, Sheriff.

Go on, round 'em up.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You said to us you would
never bring them here!

- [Mr. Parker]
Who's he talkin' to?

- [Ramirez Brother] To your
sheriff of Pringle City.

He betrayed us.

- [Primero] Our money
wasn't enough for you, huh?

- He wants the
bounty money, too,

dirty (speaking in
foreign language).

- What are you rattlin'?

Mr. Parker, I'd never--

- So it was you and
your pack of rats

that set me up, huh?

- Sure was.

You had to find yourself a
pigeon to lay the blame on.

- Don't tell me you believe
the likes of them, Mr. Parker.

They're born criminals.

Look at 'em.

They're the only ones
carrying guns here.

How 'bout that, huh?

- Satisfied, you snake?

- The gun tree, rapido!

(men shouting)

- Stop them!

- Let's get outta here.

- And stop them, too!

(upbeat music)

(men shouting)

- [Bambino] Where you goin',
you gunslingin' varmint?

(fists thud)
Ah!

- [Trinity] Hold it.

- [Sheriff] You get
your hands off me.

(fists thudding)
You're under arrest.

(Ramirezes laughing)

- [Parker's Men]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(men shouting)

- [Primero] Run! Run!

- [Trinity] I'm getting dizzy.

- Yeah, me, too.

(men chattering)

- Kill them, muchachos.

(guns clicking)

- [Primero] They
unload the guns.

Run!

(men shouting)

- Mr. Parker, please,
come with me, senor.

Come, vamos.

(Centella screams)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Bonita grunts)
(frying pan clangs)

(speaking in foreign language)

(men grunting)

- Mr. Parker.

(fist thuds)

(man grunts)

- [Pablo] Here, come, senor.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- Hey, turn around.
- Si, senor.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Trinity] Whoops.

Whoopsie!

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Man] Let's get outta here.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(spring bouncing)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- Judge Thompson?

What the devil are
you doing here?

- Gathering fresh
evidence, Mr. Parker.

We almost hanged
an innocent man.

Let's watch.

The preliminary hearing,
sir, is about to end.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- Oh, el sombrero, no!

(fist thuds)
(man grunts)

(women shouting)

(frying pan clangs)

(men laughing)

(woman shouting)

(fists thudding)

(wood splintering)

(window breaking)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Trinity] Nope,
that's kinda high.

(frying pan clangs)

- Oh, mi amore.

Did I hurt you?

Come inside, I'll
take care of you.

- [Trinity] Now it's too low.

- What is?
- Nothing.

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- Turn around.

Again.

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

Get down.

- [Sheriff] Take that, ya
weed eatin' snake. (coughing)

(fists thudding)

- Is that so?

(fist thuds)

Sneaky runt.

(Sheriff coughing)

Ah, howdy, Sheriff.

(fists thudding)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Man] Hell, what are
ya doin', cuffin' me?

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Trinity] Wait, wait, wait,
I'd like you to meet, Bambino!

(fist thuds)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Bambino] How's
your arthritis?

(concrete wall crashing)

Hey, don't worry kids.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Up ya go.

Nice view from here, huh?

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

(men grunting)

All right, that's that.

And a chicken in the
barn with a do-si-do.

(frying pan clangs)

(wooden door crashing)

(window breaking)
(frying pan clangs)

(speaking in foreign language)

(frying pan clanging)

(man shouting)
(water splashing)

(women laugh)

Hey, did you knock?

No thanks, not today.

(head thuds into door)

(man grunts)
(frying pan clangs)

(speaking in foreign language)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

No, no, no.

- Help, somebody help!

Help!

Rapido, somebody,
please help me!

- Where is he?
- Thank God!

(Bambino grunts)

- I hear old Pablo say when
all is over you go away.

- Yeah, well, San Clementino
won't be needing us anymore.

- But, you would go then
without saying a last goodbye?

- Oh.

What you're sayin' is a
goodbye, a last goodbye.

- [Bonita] Yes.

- [Trinity] All right,
just for today, huh?

Goodbye for today.

- [Bonita] Goodbye.

(frying pan clanging)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Centella] Listen
to the church bells.

(frying pan clangs)

(fists thudding)
(men grunting)

- Yeehaw!

Ha. Huh.

- [Bambino] What the hell
were ya doin' in there anyway?

- I was makin' myself useful.

- [Bambino] Useful how?

- Well, I was sayin' my
goodbyes to San Clementino.

- Whoa.

(men chattering)

I am brave man.

Who ask the help of
another brave man.

- [Trinity] Mm-hm.

(men laughing)

- [Bambino] You got it!

(fist thuds)
(Primero grunts)

See, that's how they done
it, so as not to burn

the same spot twice.

- Woulda fooled just
about anyone except for

a dedicated expert like him.

- Indeed.

You know, nothing's
dearer to me than my herd

of over a thousand head.

But believe me,
to a man like you,

I'd entrust them eyes closed.

- By the way, speakin' of
herds, ain't there a reward

for whoever finds these horses?

- There certainly is.

$5 a head.

A thousand dollars
for 200 mount.

- Actually, we feel that
no one is more deserving

of this reward than
these here people.

(Pablo stammering)

It's thanks to them
that from now on

we won't be taken for
common horse thieves

or friends of the same.

- Very noble of you, indeed.

- Yeah, very noble.

- Oh senores, you will
be always in our hearts.

- Thanks, old man.

- Well, yes sir, in ours, too.

- Say, maybe I'll come see
them horses sometime, huh?

- Any time at all.

(Bambino grunts)

- [Parker's Man] Hey, what's
comin' off there, Mr. Parker?

They shackled us to
the horse thieves.

- Oh, yes.

My men are tired of rubbin'
elbows with those varmints.

- Are they?

- Uh, the handcuffs.

- Oh, the handcuffs.

(upbeat music)

- What?
- The keys.

- Keys? What keys?

- Well, to the handcuffs.

- I don't have 'em,
I gave 'em to you.

- You did?

- Yeah, I gave 'em to you.

Remember, we were over
there with the box?

I gave 'em to you.

- Naw, you didn't give 'em
to me, I don't have 'em.

- Ya probably dropped 'em.

- I never had the keys.

- Ya probably dropped
'em up on the roof.

- Now look, I didn't even
have my pants on up there.

- That's when ya dropped 'em.

- My pants?

- No, the keys.

- I didn't have the keys!

- I'm tellin' ya,
you had the keys.

- Pablo, did I
give you the keys?

(Pablo laughs)

- Did he give you the keys?
- Why are you askin' him?

I'm the Big Sheriff,
you're the little deputy.

You find 'em.

- But how can I find
'em if I never had 'em?

- You had 'em.

You dropped 'em.

- [Trinity] How could I
if I didn't even have 'em?

- [Bambino] Now, don't
start that again.

- [Trinity] I don't
even have pockets.

- [Bambino] Nor a
brain in your head.

- [Trinity] Oh, now that's
the thanks that I get

for saving you, huh?

- [Bambino] Hangin'
woulda been better

than runnin' into you.

- [Trinity] Oh, okay, well I'll
remember that one next time.

- [Bambino] Oh yeah?

I'll tell ya what'll
happen next time!

(whip snaps)
(gun fires)

(upbeat music)