All language subtitles for Django Defies Sartana 1970

- Django, we're in their
part of the country now.

- We'll be even more
careful from now on, Harry.

It won't be easy to surprise Cuervo.

- Well, Django, we
swept away a lot of dirt

over the last few years, haven't we?

Today we can win it all or lose it all.

Django, we wipe out this bunch of bandits,

I swear I'll start raising sows.

- (laughs) You've been
pulling triggers for so long

I don't think you'd know one
end of the pig from the other.

But I tell you, if we can
clean up Cuervo and his gang,

we can open up the runs to the east

and maybe get back in contact
with a little civilization.

But it sure isn't going
to be very easy to trap

a man like him, you all
know him, he's an old fox.

Any minute might bring an attack.

You want to scout for a while?

- Give me 100 yards.

- All right, let's go.

- Ready.

- Don't bother, he's just a scout

and we don't care about scouts.

Just let our friend
come in closer. (laughs)

(laughs) We have to make
them feel welcome, eh?

- Django, I saw some fresh footprints.

They're straight ahead.

- You can shoot now, amigo. (laughs)

- Django, Django!

Let's have a party!

Go around in back.

Tell your men to stop shooting.

- Stop shooting, but stay ready.

All right, Cuervo, talk.

- Now I'm alone, amigo.

All my men are dead.

I want to fight you man to man, eh?

Or maybe you want to murder
me like a dog, Django.

You mean to say Senor Django's
afraid of a fair fight, eh?

- Better just surrender.

You'll be given a fair
trial, I promise you.

- Sure, and a rope around the neck.

No, no, amigo, that man is
not born yet who will make

Juan Cuervo hang, I will
tell everyone that the brave

Senor Django is afraid to fight.

- I think you'd better
throw your guns down.

I'm tired of murdering and shooting.

- No, but I will see your
body eaten by the coyotes.

I am ready, Django.

Django!

Django, I'm waiting for you.

- You're lucky, very lucky, Miss Stern,

your property has risen greatly in value

since the Cuervo band was wiped out.

- I still don't want to sell.

- Very well, but I'm afraid
Mr. Rosenthal is going

to be very disappointed.

- I always said that that
brother of yours was one

to be looked out for, didn't I?

Who else but Django could have cleaned up

the whole countryside like that, who else?

- And in such a short time.

- [Gramps] Quit your
chattering away, my gold

- They say the band was
completely exterminated, sir.

- Of course, of course,
it just needed Django.

Now see about those accounts.

- Yes, right away, sir.

- Why, Django himself,
before he went out to tangle

with the Cuervo gang, came to me for a sip

of this miraculous elixir,
only a dollar, friends,

just one dollar.

Don't be shy, folks, right,
this way, here you are, sir,

thank you very much, calm
down, ladies and gentlemen,

don't worry, there's enough for everybody,

just one dollar.

- What the--

- Sartana.

- Sartana!

- Stand back, one, two,
three, four, five, six, seven.

Eight, nine, 10, stay down.

- [Woman] Watch out for the little girl!

- You leave my daughter alone.

- Ho, move on there, hya, hya, hya.

- No, not that one, Jack, the slower one.

- Afternoon, I want a
room and something to eat.

- Yes sir.

There you are.

Number 13.

If you'd like to take a
seat, I'll see what we've got

in the kitchen.
- Right, like that.

- This was all I could
find, sir, I'm sorry.

- All right, bartender, get to work.

- Hey, that's my tie!

- Everybody drinks!

- Hold your horses.

- Come on, start moving.

Ugh, it's rotten.

Hey, nigger!

Hey!

That calls for another one.

- Hello, handsome.

- Well, hello.

- Coming to hear me, tonight?

- Hey, Nance, who's that
sitting at the table?

- Sartana, you'd better get out.

He doesn't much like
people like you, you know.

You just pay me--
- My goal, I've been waiting

to meet Sartana.

Hey!

Scarecrow!

Go on!

Let's mix it up a little.

Hey, look, the great Sartana
isn't moving, the bad man.

He's scared, Sartana, are
you afraid I might hurt you?

Well?

No!

No!

- [Nance] Run away til you grow up.

- [Man] Yeah, run, baby,
go tell your friends!

- Weigh it again.

- All right.

We've been doing this for an hour, Gramps.

- I told you, so, it's a
tenth of an ounce more.

Your scale is crooked.

Now how much you gonna give me?

How much, how much?

- I've told you 10 times, it's
worth $50, not a penny more.

- [Gramps] $50, highway robbery.

- Mr. Johnson, the Tucson bank wanted--

- Excuse me, Mr. Singer, about that loan.

Yes, you remember, you promised, please.

- Yes, yes, come visit me, tomorrow.

- I know, Mr. Singer,
but you promised me--

- That's right, that's
right, come tomorrow.

- Excuse me, Mr. Singer, I need your--

(clears throat) I need your
signature so I can close

the account with the Tucson bank.

- I'll look them over this afternoon.

Right now will you send Steve Fowell up.

- Of course, Mr. Singer.

Excuse me, Steve, but Mr.
Singer wants to see you.

- See me?

- Yes, he said right away.

- Fine, you can take over Gramps.

- That boy's brother is really
something, but he's just

an ordinary thief, you
weigh that gold, Charlie.

You'll see there's another
tenth of an ounce there.

- Come in.

- You asked to see me, Mr. Singer?

- That's right, sit down over there.

- Gramps is about to drive me crazy.

- He's the oldest gold
prospector in the region.

He's lost fortunes three or
four times through gambling

and women.

Don't stand on ceremony,
sit down, sit down, boy.

I've been watching your work
for the last few months, Steve

and you've been a real help to the bank,

so I've been meaning to
have a little chat with you.

- [Steve] I didn't think I'd
been doing anything special,

but, well, thank you sir.

Will you have a cigar, please?

Take one.

- Thank you, sir.

- You're a wide awake
lad, Steve, you can tell

you're Django's brother,
and coming from me,

that's a compliment, believe me.

Now then, about half an
hour ago, I saw Sartana

ride into town.

That's one of the reasons
I wanted to talk to you.

Now I'm sure you know who
Sartana is, don't you, Steve?

- I don't think anybody within 500 miles

doesn't know who Sartana
is, sir. (exhales)

They say that man's the
quickest draw in the West,

except for Django.

- Oh, if Django were here,
things would be different,

but I'm convinced you can do just as well.

This is $3000.

Sartana likes to rob banks,
they say, so I thought

we might save him the trouble,
do you understand, Steve?

I'll pay Sartana, that's right, pay.

I'm going to give him
$3000 to get out of town

and I'm entrusting you
to take the money to him.

By the time Django gets
back, it could be too late.

- So long, Django, and thanks
for all the help. (laughs)

- Even though Cuervo didn't appreciate it.

- All right, then, adios,
come to town once in a while.

Come on and see us!

- Morning, Jonathan.

- Good morning, Steve, shouldn't
you be at the bank now?

- As a matter of fact, I'm here on work.

- What order did you give Sartana?

- Sartana?
- That's right, Sartana.

- Number 13.

- Hey, you're dealing
with Sartana now, eh?

- (laughs) Steve the bandit's friend.

- Steve the important man's friend.

You've heard a lot about Django?

Well, you're gonna hear
a lot about me, too.

- Come on in.

- Good morning.

- Shut it behind you
and go and take a seat.

What do you want?

- For you, eh?

- I don't recall having
loaned this to you.

- Well.

It's not mine.

It was sent by the owner of the bank here.

It's a token of his
esteem so you can enjoy

a nice vacation in California
or Mexico, anywhere,

but not here.

- Take that money and get out.

Sartana doesn't rob banks.

Get out.

- All right, have a good trip, thank you.

- Give it to me, sir.

- All right, goodbye, see you on Thursday.

- Bye.

- Uncle Phillip, I brought
these books for Aunt Harriet.

- Huh, oh, fine, my dear.

- Bye, sir, goodbye.

- Uncle Phillip!

- No, Sartana, no!

- Uncle Phillip! (squeals)

Put me down!

Let me go!

Help!

- Someone call the sheriff!

- Sheriff!

- Arthur, you get off the streets.

- We found him about 20 miles
from here, do you know him?

- What do you mean, do I know him?

He's Mr. Singer, the owner of the bank.

- Was.
- Was.

- He said something strange
just before he died.

Mumbled it, you know,
it was Steve, I think.

- Steve?
- Yeah.

And then after a minute, Sartana.

Yeah, I'm sure it was Sartana.

- For it is written, those
who are put asunder on earth

should be united again
in my father's kingdom.

Oh, Lord, we are gathered
here to bid a last farewell

to Phillip Singer, and
thy words comfort us

for we know that one day,
we shall all be gathered

at thy side, oh Lord, gather in thine arms

the sweet soul of this our
brother, who in his life

showed us by his example
the way to morality

and uprightness, amen.

In the name of the father,
the son, and the Holy Spirit.

- It's over.

- Let's go.

- That's right, the same messenger we sent

to the head office--
- I see.

- And I might say, we've
all been looking forward

to your arrival, now I
can officially give you

the keys to the safe.

- [Man] Is this some kind of joke?

- Open up the bank!

- Please, gentlemen,
stay calm, I assure you,

there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

Now wait a moment, please
calm down, gentlemen, please.

Mr. Talbert, Mr. Talbert, sir,
we've got to do something,

we've got to say something,
the crowd's going wild.

- This is the end of our
bank, there isn't a hope.

Whoever it was has
completely emptied us out.

We haven't got one dollar left.

I don't know what to do.

- It's already in the paper, look.

- Eh?

Why doesn't the sheriff get here?

- Nobody could've done it
but Steve, everybody saw him

going to see Sartana, what else could

he have been doing there?

- I saw him, he said he
had a deal to talk over

with Sartana, you were there
too, John, weren't you?

What do you say?

- That's right, we all saw
him go in there, all of us.

- He knew the combination
of the safe, think of that,

eh, Sheriff?

- Don't jump to conclusions,
boys, it could've been

a coincidence.

- Is it a coincidence that
the safe wasn't forced open?

- And is it a coincidence
that Sartana left town

right after it was done?

- Steve has disappeared, too,
no one knows where he is.

- It's pretty clear, though,
he's gone to meet Sartana.

- They were on it together,
we've got to find them.

- Here, darling, go on, drink, it's good.

It's good, no?

- But Maria?

- Go on, it's good beer isn't it.

You see, I want you to drink it down.

You're a big boy, my own big boy.

- Why are you making me drink so?

- You are a coyote.

I suppose you've had enough of me.

- No, never.
(woman chuckles)

- We know you're in there, Steve.

Get up.

Don't move, Steve Farwell.

- Oh, hello, sheriff. (laughs)

How are you, you're all
coming to see Maria, too?

- Look what this filthy
pig's doing with our money.

- All right, boys, start looking around.

- We're having a real nice
party here, aren't we, Sheriff?

- Shut up, you.
- I didn't find nothing.

- Me neither.
- All right, Steve,

where'd you hide the money?

Answer me, damn you, where's the money?

- [Steve] What are you talking about?

I haven't got any money,
Sartana didn't want it

so I brought it to Maria.

- All right, you bitch,
let's take a look of that.

- That's mine.

- Shut up and get back.
- All right, we got the money.

Now let's take it from here.

- No!

Call Django!

Don't let 'em get me, give
me a chance, will you?

Leave me alone, no! (sobs)

No!

Oh, no, please! (sobs)

Leave me alone!

No!
(dramatic music)

- Howdy, Loco, where's Steve?

What is it, Loco, come on, what happened?

- Murderers, get out
here, all of you, cowards!

Murderers, why, why my brother?

Why?

- Django, the bank has been robbed

and Singer's niece kidnapped.

- And what does Steve
have to do with all that?

Answer me, Sheriff.

- He was riding out with Sartana, Django,

and the money was found in Steve's room.

- I don't believe.

Get out of here, Sheriff,
or you'll be a dead man too.

- Hey, hombre.

- Come here.

- You don't like me anymore, eh?

- You know you are always
my favorite. (laughs)

I'm a very faithful hombre, eh?

- Come.

- Querido, I'm waiting.

- Ever seen him?

- No.

No, porque, no, no.

- (laughs) Bang on target. (laughs)

Bye, Django. (laughs)

Miserable owls, they can't leave me alone,

even here in this old cemetery.

I bet you thought it was gonna
be easy to get my gold, eh?

Well, I'm real sorry to
tell you the truth, son.

- Have you seen him?
- He went riding through here

about two hours ago.

- Stop.

This'll only take a minute,
I want to have a word

with Herman.

Herman.

- What do you want?

- Tell me one thing, I got
an idea Sartana's around

and I know he'd come to you
because you're old friends.

Do you know where he is?

- No, I haven't seen him.

- You're lying.

- No, no, honest, Django, I'm
not lying, I haven't seen him.

- Where is he?

Three seconds to answer.

- I don't know.

- One.

Two.

- Stop it, I'll tell you.

He'll be in Salty River,
first house out of town,

behind the hill.

- Better get going.

- Ya!

- Howdy.
- Morning.

- Thank goodness.

- Here, lady, have a drink.

- Thank you so much.

- Sartana, listen, bad news, in Tombstone

they put a price on your head

and Django's out gunning for you.

- Django?

- That's right, their bank was robbed

and they think you're the one who did it.

They say Steve was in on it with you.

Django knows you're in
this part of the country.

They'll find you in no time, believe me.

Get away.

- Ya!

- Ya!

- We'll forget the guns, Sartana.

- You're pretty careless, aren't you.

- It's his diary.

I finally met Sartana today.

Mr. Singer wanted me
to give him some money.

- So I would get out of town.

- I don't think he's at all what they say.

I'd be willing to bet he's honest.

If I'm any judge of character.

Steve wrote that, on October 13th, 1871,

just a few days before the hanged him.

- Poor boy, what a way to die. (pants)

That clears up a lot, anyway.

Someone wanted to make him look guilty.

Someone wanted us to be seen together

so they could say we robbed the bank.

- But why my brother?

What would ever make them choose him?

- One good reason, Steve
knew the combination

of the safe, you understand now?

- Well, I think we'd better get moving.

Got any ideas where to start?

- Yeah, at the cemetery.

- Did you say cemetery?

- You heard me, Django.

- Didn't really expect
to see a body in there,

now did you, Django?

(fire crackles)

- Then the men all went
over to Maria's house

and Steve was with her,
that's all they told me.

- I believe Maria was
Philip Singer's girl.

- Singer, I'm beginning not to
like the sound of that word.

- Let's go.

- Nothing here either,
she must have run away

at the same time they were hanging Steve.

She's got to have left a trace, something.

All right, start talking,
where did she go?

- To Vera Cruz in Mexico.

I mean...

She just said she was going,
that's all she told me,

Django, I swear it.

- Don Felipe is looking for men
who know how to tame horses.

He pays in good American
dollars, yes, very many horses.

Why don't you come?
- Who is this Don Felipe?

Is the hacienda far from here?

- What does it matter to you
where this man's place is?

The important thing is that he pays.

- [Man] Oh, you know I will
come, but I never heard of him.

- He's new in these parts,
but he's full of money.

- Get away.

- You too.

- Let's have something to drink, Paolo.

- Hey!

- Thirsty, amigo, have a drink.

- Don't waste it.

- What's wrong, eh, you don't like it?

- 'Course not, he only drinks milk.

- Come here, you dog, I
want you to show me how good

you walk on your paws.

- Why that dog ain't doing what you said.

- Walk on your paws.

Come on, you filthy Mexican, start moving.

- [Man] Hey, looky here,
I think this dog's mangy.

Hey, what do you say,
boys, do you know how

to cure a mangy dog?

- [Man] Yeah, I know how to cure him.

I know how to cure him good.
- How's that?

- You kill him.
(men laugh)

- [Man] Why you dirty, stinking--

- Well, Pablo, I think you'd
better give us something

to drink.

- Hey amigo, who is this Don Felipe?

- I don't know him well, senor,

he just came a little while
ago, he has a very big ranch.

- And have you noticed a
young girl staying with him,

about 19?

- Mad, she stays in her
room, but Felipe takes

very good care of her
and so does Dona Maria.

- Dona Maria.

- Si, senor.

- It's plain enough, Singer did the job

and he was afraid his niece would talk

so he had her kidnapped, that's the reason

he's spreading the rumor that she's crazy

and keeping her prisoner.

- So if Singer finds out
that we're on his trail,

the first thing he'll do
will be to get rid of her.

I've got to find that girl.

She'll testify that my
brother is innocent.

- I've got a little plan.

I've talked to some of the hands already.

She's been locked in the cell.

One of Singer's guards
outside, day and night.

To get there, you pass
alongside the main stable.

It's the only way, so I
bought you some clothes

from one of the bigger payones.

- (chuckles) Gracias, amigo.

- [Man] All right, hold her still.

- [Man] Get that iron over here, will you?

- What are you looking for, amigo?

- I hear you are looking for men, senor.

- You know this one?

- Mm, never laid eyes on him.

- I could swear--

- You would take me, senor?

- All right, you're hired.

What about your friend there?

Come here, Loco. (speaks Spanish)

His tongue was cut out years ago.

But he's a good cook.

- All right, go on over
to the bunkhouse there.

They'll set you up.

- Vamos.

- We'd better tell the boss.

- Johnny, what's going on?

Hey, Johnny, where are you?

- Now come on, quit crying,
it was just a little mouse.

Besides, I'm here to take care of you.

That's better, you don't
have to be afraid of old Sam.

Your uncle told me to look after you.

- No, no.

- Come on now, you could
be a little nicer, eh?

No sense crying, little girl,
your uncle can't hear you

and even if he did, he couldn't care less.

There, there.

- No, leave me alone,
leave me alone! (sobs)

Oh, no, don't, don't, please!

- Shut up!

- Please, don't. (sobs)

Oh, please let me go.

- Let her go!
(whip cracks)

Now you shut up, idiot, he
didn't do nothing to you.

Filthy dog, how often have I told you,

I don't want to hear her cry.

Put a gag on her, do what you want to her,

but I don't want to hear one more sound

come out of her mouth.

- [Girl] Maria, please help
me, I can't stand it anymore.

- Now, Miss Maria, I was
just trying to keep her calm,

but she started yelling, so
I had to grab hold of her,

didn't I, huh?

She's crazy, it's not my
fault, she should be tied down.

- No, I'm not crazy, Maria,
you know that, please.

- I suppose you're right,
Sam, she must be crazy,

but I think I know a way to help.

She needs it.

Just hold her for a minute.

We'll see how much good
Dr. Maria can do her.

- [Man] How do you get
out of this one, Django?

- You've had a long trip, eh, Django?

Nice to know you, you've
come to the end of the road.

- [Girl] Leave him alone!

- Make him a little bit dizzy, boys.

- That's enough.

- Hya! (laughs)

- How many have I shot?
- Four, Senor.

- Stop playing around with
that bastard, kill him.

- Killing is a fine art, my dear.

A fine art.

Hey, Django, look, I'm
gonna skip the next three.

- Get after them, all of you!

Hurry, Maria, take all that you can,

we've got to get out of here.

- Leave the rest where it
is, come on, Maria, hurry.

Sartana!

- You going, Don Felipe or
Singer, whichever you like.

You know, I was the one
who stole that money,

isn't that right?

- Never steal from a thief.

Oh yes, I believe I'll take
that too if you don't mind.

By the way, Mr. Singer.

There's a friend waiting for you outside

in front of the building.

I think he has some old
accounts he wants to look over

with you, probably nothing very important.

But I wouldn't keep him
waiting too long if I were you.

It might make him nervous.

Thank you.

(spits) Thank you kindly.

Excuse me.
(Maria grunts)

Ladies first.

Django, he's all yours.

- I'll get you yet, you filthy--

I swear I'll get you. (groans)

- No, no, Django, don't!

You never were a killer.

- Tie him up.

- Here, quick, Philip, shoot
him down, shoot him down!

No, no, I don't want to
die, I don't want to die.

Don't kill me.

I want my jewels, give me
back my jewels. (gasps)

No!

No! (grunts)

No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me!

Oh no!

- No. (sobs)

Where's Sartana?

Well, I suppose he's already left.

- 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31.

32, 33, 34, 35, well, I'll be.

There's 15,000 missing. (laughs)

They said a robbery of 50,000.

I tell you it's getting so

you can't even trust
bankers anymore. (laughs)

- [Django] Ho, Sartana, we gotta go!