All language subtitles for Adios.Sabata.1970.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

He is wrong, Juanito. He mustn't do it.
Listen to me.

What did he say?

Juanito, as I told you before

there is too much violence
now in the world.

And beside that,
there's another reason.

I don't want our friend,
sabata, to get hurt now.

But the murdocks
deserve to die, padre.

You know that the murdocks stole
everything from us here, father.

- They should be punished.
- Juanito.

Have you forgotten
what I taught to you?

You must try to forgive.

Not sink into revenge.

I know, father.

Go tell sabata this.

He shouldn't risk his neck
for those murdock brothers.

Tell him our prayers are his.

He doesn't need to fight.

But as our good book often says,

- the lord will provide.
- Yes, father.

I beg you to be careful, my son.

The lord be with you.

The lord is sabata.

Too much violence.

Order arms!

Left face!

Forward march!

- $20.
- $10 on the murdock brothers.

Right.

$100 on the murdock brothers.

Ain't nobody gonna
bet on the challenger?

- How about you, Ballantine?
- $100.

On the black.

You can spare a dollar,
can't you?

Just to keep this shut up? Hmm?

Black's my favourite
colour, friends.

I always win on black.

Best if we all get
the hell out of here.

Might get a little hot in a minute.
Let's go.

I'm looking for a certain
man for a special job.

- His name is sabata.
- Not now. Come on.

We're all set for you
to go out in style.

Haven't you noticed?

Sabata, you better
make him turn!

Hey, begin the shooting
when it stops!

Ahhh!

Sabata likes them lying down.

Guess murdock's nailed for good.

Know what I mean?

Huh?

Sorry.

That blasted bird needs oil.
Here, you go do it.

No oil, no money.

Give me that, you little runt.

Hey, the man you wanted.

I think I can find him.
Let's go.

You know what colonel
skimmel looks like.

How about it? Will you accept?

I hoped you'd be
able to do this job for me.

Thank you. Adios.

- What are you doing here?
- I thought you might need my help.

May I go with you?

I make very good tortillas.

I have another job for you.

Deliver this to father Mike.

Tell him that the murdocks
have found their...

Great reward,

and wish to make a contribution.

Hello.

Well? How much did
you make, Ballantine?

A mere bagatelle.

I'm here for something
more important.

Colonel skimmel.

We could

work together. Hmm?

Hey, you! We Austrians
have eyes everywhere.

If you want some advice,
forget about those Mexicans.

Hey, what is this?

Get me down! You pig, you!

Do you hear? Cut me loose!

I'll kill you for this,
you dirty American dog.

I swear I'll make you pay.
Filthy yankee!

Hang around. I'll be back.

You bastard, I'll get you
when I'm down.

You played that rotten.

Reach that gate and you're a free man,
subject to the colonel's marksmanship.

Give them a chance. Release two,
three, four of them. All together.

Long live the revolution!

We appreciate your aid, Garcia.

Colonel skimmel will be
most generous with you.

Garcia moreno!

Ah! You did very well,
clear Garcia.

You helped us expose this
filthy revolutionary plot.

You also saved my life.

It has not been forgotten.

Our beloved emperor, Maximilian

and this humble soldier,
are very grateful.

In the drawer under the model ship,
you'll find your 20 pieces of gold.

Thank you.

The key is there. Open it.

Perfect.

As usual.

Worst kind of informer.

For gold he would have betrayed
his own mother. Or us.

My father, admiral Von skimmel,

used to hang such
traitors from the mast.

Everyone here?

Manuel Garcia otello.

Juan de Los Angeles.

Jesus rivalta.

Luis Miguel cortejo.

They're all good men. Yours for
the mission. I hope you approve.

European money. Who bought you?

Did you sell out to
that pig skimmel?

He's a spy, ocano.

Septiembre. Stand
back from the traitor.

Gitano!

Gitano.

The flamenco of death.

Gitano and septiembre
are all the men I'll need.

That gold will buy us guns.

We'll get stronger than their
soldiers and nobody can stop us then.

The man who will be
helping you is a soldier.

Soldier of fortune.

It's his job to find out when
the gold leaves Guadalupe

and what road you must follow.

He's also made all the arrangements
with the men that sell guns.

He's waiting for you in the
town of kingsville, Texas.

And don't forget the password.

- Hear?
- I know.

There's still another thing
that I keep worrying about.

Must we leave the revolution
up to a soldier of fortune?

This one, yes.
He's all right, escudo.

It's sabata.

Very good.

Tequila. A bottle.

Man: It stinks in here.

Smells like pigs are around.

Here, you smell anything,
septiembre?

Your friend has no nose,
or he's a liar.

All you mangy pig-herders
smell disgusting.

Sabata: You're too full of it
to be a judge, my friend.

Well?

Well?

Anytime.

Isn't it enough
you lost a friend?

Have a beer.

I bet the smell doesn't
bother him anymore.

From now on, he's
going to learn to smoke.

Thank you, hombre. Many thanks.
If friends are what you need...

Anything for Benito juarez.

This is our man.
This one, sabata.

Amigo, ocano sent
us to meet you.

Nice technique?

It comes with practise.

The last time I played this...

Here it is. Los palos.
St. Christopher's day.

Got a bad memory. Have to write
everything down in the book.

Never without it.

Wait for me outside.

Colonel skimmel appreciates an artistic
type like myself. Relaxes with me.

In Guadalupe, you might say
I'm like one of the family.

Out at the fort every day.
Seeing things, hearing things.

Do you know colonel skimmel?

He challenged me
to a shooting match once.

Hard man to beat.

It remains to be seen.

With four hands,
it would be perfect?

I play solo.

Such a pity. Colonel
skimmel has two pianos.

Why not join me?

I'll play the melody.

Hey, amigo, is your pal in
there at the piano with us?

He'll keep out of this thing
if I can help it.

But what about them?
Are you sure they're okay?

Oh, sure. Who do you
think they are?

Those two? Rejects
from the local museum.

Them? They're very good men.

They're my two falcons.
Two hawks. Two eagles.

Two fighting buzzards.

Don't you believe me?

See that? What did I tell you?

And this one is septiembre.

You want to see something great?
Look. Go ahead.

Hey, you loco?

You have nothing to worry about.

If we get the gold.

Lieutenant stejer!

Soldier 1: Easy, now.

Soldier 2: Here we go.
There she is.

Officer: Detail, forward!

Colonel skimmel, I'll never
finish your portrait.

This is your 20th sitting.

I see you write everything down.
That's a good idea.

- Many great artists have bad memories.
- Time is money.

Skimmel: That's what you Americans think.
But I am an Austrian.

For an Austrian,
time does not exist.

Oh, no. I don't frown like this.
My face is more joyful.

- Loosen the mouth a trifle.
- You smile so pretty, colonel.

Packing off a wagonload of
grain made you as happy as

sending a shipment
of silver dust.

You don't miss very much,
friend Ballantine.

As I've told you, colonel,
my mind never rests.

The peons are shouting
for vengeance.

Mexico is a hotbed
of revolution.

We shall crush them.

I've already taken the
necessary precautions.

We Austrians know exactly
what we are doing.

It's all been worked out.

It has been planned, prearranged and
studied down to its last detail.

It is inevitable and
mathematically perfect.

- We Austrians, are men of steel.
- Colonel, please.

We never go back on our word.
Our beloved emperor, Maximilian...

- Excuse me.
- Is our model and our strength.

There, much better.

Now.

Whoa...

Somebody's moved in on our game.

Soldier: Take cover, quickly.

We're surrounded.

Long live Liberty!
Long live free Mexico!

What's going on?

All right. Let's go. Let's
get out of here, come on.

Adios, amigos.

Jose, Jesus, Juan.
My brothers, my friends.

Amigos, may you be received
by the lord above.

May your mother live
on horse dung!

Two falcons without wings. I was the
greatest high jumper long ago, really.

- Shame on you for such lies.
- Let's go get the gold.

Austrian.

Let's go.

Wait for me.
Give me a hand, gitano.

Good. We made it, sabata, eh?

A chest full of gold
to buy arms with.

Buy lots of arms. Buy them to kill
Maximilian. And drive the Austrians home.

Long live Mexico!
Long live the revolution!

Escudo,

does he look like that because he'd like to
have that whole load of gold to himself?

No, not him. Naturally gloomy.

He was born with a face that long.
It's the truth, amigo.

When he was born there
was a great rainstorm.

Your birthday is the
second of September?

Sabata: You're wrong, amigo. It
must be the second of November.

All souls' day.

Well done, lieutenant. Traitors
should be shot in the back.

Escudo was in command of the Mexican
rebels. I also saw sabata with them.

I know him. He's a great shot.

They were headed for Texas.

- Thank you, lieutenant. You can go.
- Yes, sir.

Writing table.

We're in very serious trouble.

They won't get very far.

We have an efficient
intelligence service in Texas.

It will be easier to hide the individual
sacks of gold than a clumsy chest like that.

Yes. Much easier. This
chest mustn't be unloaded.

- Not at this time. That's our orders.
- That's right. We can't open it.

Wait for me at the
San Juan monastery.

I'm heading into kingsville.

The gunrunners will be waiting for
me there and so will Ballantine.

- Ballantine?
- The piano player.

Solong.

It's sabata.

Gentlemen.

Your gun, please.

Gunrunning is a dangerous
profession, isn't that right?

I faint at disagreeable sights.
That's why they wear hoods.

You're an intelligent man,
sabata. I respect you.

- Why do you join up with scum?
- They're more my kind.

You're not.

Mind if I smoke?

Oh, I forgot, I took
the last one myself.

It's all right. I can buy
some more with your gold.

I shan't even ask you where it is.
I shall use a little Austrian logic.

In fact, it's
discovered already.

When you have
a great amount of gold

there aren't too many places to hide it.
Like the San Juan monastery?

Sorry, I don't belong
to that parish.

Even so,

we'll see you have a respectable
funeral here in kingsville

as will all your
Mexican friends.

I'll be back. I assure you.

You'd be smart to relax a little bit
while we wait for Mr. Folgen to return.

No, thanks. We don't drink
with the dead.

I drink only with friends,
except for you.

Don't mind my back, gentlemen.

Man: Forget it, sabata.
It's your home, after all.

Septiembre.

- Come on in and have a shot.
- That won't work with us. Try again.

- Your brother?
- Mm-mmm

The sun is high.

And where is he?

I don't like this place.
It's too quiet.

Silent as death.

Only the footsteps of escudo
can be heard on the dry earth.

Everybody else is dead.
Even you seem to be dead.

Ah, go to hell.

And the gold, right out there.

Do you know? The way things are now,
this is the perfect chance to take it.

- Whose chance?
- How would I know that?

It could even be my chance.

You believed it, didn't you?

Why not mine?

Manuel

We're surrounded. I'll try to draw
them off. You take care of the cart.

These American guns aren't
very good, are they?

Escudo: Gitano!

First we must think of the gold!

You can go to hell
with your gold. Gitano!

Gitano!

Stop! Don't shoot!

Gitano! Amigo! May your soul
be received by the lord above!

You idiot! You want me to
have a heart attack?

- Come on, amigo, hurry.
- Don't try anything. You're covered.

He tricked us. The Austrian
bastards will kill us now.

Man: Get your hands up!
Sabata: No, you first.

Amigo!

They have the gold?

Escudo: Hey, blondito. Where
do you think you're going?

Ballantine: Sabata. I'm glad you showed
up here. Tell them I wasn't stealing it.

I just thought that one of us
ought to take care of the gold.

Gitano. The flamenco of death.

Why? Why did you stop me?
It's only fair.

After all, he's the one who gave us the
information about the gold shipment.

Him?

He said he was trying
to protect the gold.

No reason why I
shouldn't believe him.

Well, the gunrunners
have been wiped out.

All we can do now is
turn the gold over to ocano.

We'll take care of that.

I think I'll come along. I got
the rest of my pay coming.

Me too. From him.

Don't worry.
Now let's get moving.

Every Austrian in the territory
will be looking for us now.

We'll make our first stop at eagle
pass on the Mexican border.

Escudo: You can thank sabata we
didn't kill you this time, blondito.

If your crazy stunt had worked, they
would have taken their revenge on me.

You saved my life just now.

They say if you save a man's life,
it makes you responsible for him

for the rest of his days.
Makes me feel quite secure.

About the gold, you and me...

50-50?

Hey, what's he say?

- He wants us to try a new idea.
- Tell him his ideas are nothing.

I met him and I knew right away
that that man was no good.

You know why?

Because he's got a big mouth.

All okay.

Ballantine: You must admit it's a
good idea to hide the gold here.

You think he's trying
to trick us?

Just don't let him get
out of your rifle range.

Ballantine, hi.

It's been so long.

I'm still your favourite
model, aren't I?

We never quite finished
that picture, did we?

Man: Sabata! Come on out
with your filthy friends

or we'll kill everyone
in the place!

Hold it!

All right, we're leaving.

Juanito: Sabata.

- What are you doing here?
- I got information for you.

The Austrians are falling back. Our people
just took las palomas and trincheras.

- How do you know this?
- I'm Mexican, so I know.

How long have you
been following me?

Go home. Go back to father Mike.

If you say so, sabata.

All right. Watch your step.

Be with you in two shakes.

Escudo! Where is the cart?

For the last time,
where is the cart?

Manuel

it has been in a good cause, and also
may your soul be received by the lord.

You stand honoured by your
deeds up to the end.

Yes. And you shall be a model
held in honour among our men.

Jose, Juan, Jesus.

They shall sing your praises in
Mexico, in all the days to come.

If I should forget, let me be thrown
into the deepest pit of hell.

Hey, I almost forgot,
where's Ballantine?

Giddyap!

We were just gonna go
look for you fellows. Right?

Take it. Here. It's yours.

With a load of gold like this,
split three ways,

three happy hombres
living in peace and plenty.

Shall we go?

- We stay.
- Sabata: Ballantine!

Now we may all leave.

Giddyap.

- But it's for the revolution.
- Oh, sure. The revolution.

All this beautiful gold turned
into rifles, cannons, and death.

I'm not touching it!

How about trying to
buy peace with it?

A load of gold like this
could be divided five ways.

What a contribution to
my favourite charity. Me.

No, it's only going to
the cause of the revolution.

The Austrians are retreating.
They've quit.

- How do you know that?
- There are ways.

You're just talking.
I don't believe you.

Okay. Don't.

Both of you planned this
together back in Texas,

but I don't intend to let you
Rob us or our great revolution.

Mothers, sisters, wives and sweethearts.
All weeping and all blaming you.

Me? But why? Why blame me?

Because you want to change this
harmless gold to death and destruction.

Remember your dead friends?

Juan, Jose, Jesus, Manuel.

No, those men are dead but
not that bastard Maximilian!

Mexico must be liberated!

Long live Mexican Liberty.
Long live the revolution!

All right. You win.

I think it does
belong to the people.

Comes the revolution!

Senor gold.

Gold!

Sand.

Escudo: We risk our lives. Let
them kill our men. For what?

A box of sand?
God, we must be crazy.

Easy come. Easy go.

Let's look at the
Austrians' logic.

A load of gold is shipped
from the Guadalupe.

A band, not of Mexicans,

but Austrians dressed as Mexicans,
attacks and gets away with the gold.

The blame falls
on the revolution.

But colonel skimmel
didn't figure on our raid.

Now he knows that we know.

He may be an officer, but don't
expect him to be a gentleman.

One measly sack of the
real stuff, on top.

Skimmel. That lousy thief.

Well, gentlemen, it's been fun,
but I can't waste any more time.

I want to wish you
all the very best of luck.

Especially you, escudo.

You're going to have a hard time
convincing the revolutionaries

that you didn't steal the gold.

And you know what will happen?

I'm afraid that you might just end
up dripping fat into the fire.

With an apple up your big mouth
and a spit up your caboose.

Save your bullets
for the revolution.

- Adios.
- Adios!

I know what's on your mind.
All I have to do is tell ocano

that the men who stole
the gold were those two.

Both of you are cowards. They trust me.
I don't have to lie about this.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Huh?

Senor ocano, the French
at candelas and atienza

are getting reinforcements
from colonel skimmel's army.

We could attack the fort
from the rear, from Texas

across the bridge at Guadalupe.

The revolution is not going to
cause an international incident.

Gaviota will fall.
Then we're set.

As soon as those precious
new weapons arrive,

we'll strike at candelas
and at atienza, too.

As for skimmel's Austrians, to
cross the sierras is impossible.

But they could slip out.

North, into Texas across the only
bridge the Austrians still control.

This one. At Guadalupe.

Perdito. It's a job for you.
Blow up the Guadalupe bridge.

- Kingsville is that way.
- But skimmel.

I'd like to collect the money
on the portrait I did of him.

How much are you asking for it?

- A chest full of gold?
- You kidding?

I'd end up before
a firing squad.

- I got a plan.
- Forget it.

No, I mean it. We go 50-50.

We'll split it in
five equal shares.

But how?

Those three?

God knows where they are.

- Hey! Where you going?
- Guadalupe bridge.

Soldier: Forward march!

Skimmel?

Skimmel, we must be quick. Gaviota's
about to fall to the revolutionaries.

Skimmel: Major metternich.
Open up.

Before nightfall, the entire Garrison
will be marching toward candelas

to aid the French.

We shall go to Texas at
daybreak in civilian dress

posing as honest beer merchants.

The rebels are blocking the way.
How can we evade them?

They won't catch us. As soon as we
cross the bridge, we blow it up.

Hello.

Brought a present for colonel skimmel.
It's sabata.

Just in case.

Hey!

We just put those in there to bed.
Don't go. We have plans for you, too.

Perdito. Leave sabata alone.
He works for us.

The bridge must be blown up.
It's ocano's orders.

I admire your loyalty, friend.

But with the bridge blown up

how are we going to get the gold
over to the gunrunners in Texas?

We've just arrived now. We've
new orders coming from ocano.

Adios. And good luck.

Now, my blondito.

With an apple in my mouth, huh? I'll show
you who's going to wind up on a spit!

Sabata: Escudo.

You're always butting in, sabata. This
time I'm going to punch him in the jaw

- and break it into a million pieces.
- We need him.

He's the only one that
knows where the gold is.

Blondito.

Four hours to daylight.
No time to waste.

You can carry a medal for luck,
if you want. But not my watch.

It's not because it's yours.
Septiembre likes music.

Soldier, lieutenant stejer
wishes to see you.

- He's expecting you in the orderly room.
- Very well, sergeant.

Homeward bound at last?
It's about time, sergeant.

Of course it is. In fact,
it's way past time.

- Miguel. Don't we ever eat here?
- You know what this is?

A forgotten town. The commandant
doesn't care if we live or die.

You're right. They blame
us for all their defeats.

You men, follow me!

There's no other way.

Septiembre.

Who's there?

All gone?

You picked some time to
be without ammunition.

Hey, you clown.

Take the sentry's place.
You, too, gitano.

Listen.

It's impossible to cross
the camp square.

I'm going to open the
back door to the depot.

From there, there's a
shortcut to the gold vault.

- Hi.
- Evening, Mr. Ballantine.

Let's move. The gold's
right next to us.

Ah, you're crazy.
Nobody'd put it there.

It's not where I would have
left it if I had stolen it.

That's safest.

Now me, I'd make a hiding
place no one would find.

Stick it in the ground, maybe in a
cemetery. Maybe even inside there.

Can you read that?

"Been"

Let's go.

Forgot your book.

Thanks for picking it up for me.

- We made it.
- Halt! Don't move.

You're the last person
I would have suspected,

my cultured friend.

Search them.

No, sergeant. Let him keep it.

You may write your last wishes.
I'll see to it that they will be respected.

I would not have given you the honour
of being executed by a firing squad.

Squad halt! Left face!

Order arms!

Soldier, come here.

Write it down in your little book,
blondito. I'll make a date with you in hell.

It's too late now.

Squad, load arms!

Open it.

That's right, I left them.
Come on, idiot.

Ready, aim.

Major metternich.

I'd like this diary to be
forwarded to my mother.

No. Don't bother, major.
I'll toss it to you.

Run for it!

Cover me, septiembre.

One more blast from that
Cannon and we're all dead.

Ballantine: I thought so.

You crook.

It's not mine now.
I won't need it anymore.

The gold...

Tell the others. The gold...

The gun.

All right.

What's the proposition?

What makes you
think there is one?

If there was no proposition, you
would have killed me by now.

Indeed.

Order your men to leave.

They've come too far, colonel.
They want their gold.

Only I know where the gold
is and you won't get it,

unless you make a deal with me.

Sorry. No deals.

I remember our marksmanship
contest in louisville.

You're the only man who
ever defeated me, sabata.

Pity you won't have
another chance to beat me.

Nothing can beat
a superior people.

Who knows? Sometimes
an idea is enough.

Folgen confessed. The gold
is under the ship model.

Just as you are, reach and pull.

Say, you got
a great little brain.

Septiembre can use this.

Folgen. He wanted
me to open this

and get killed.

Well, have you any other
tricks for me, huh?

You're w ro ngl

this is a big mistake.
I did my job. My job!

- It's not my fault...
- Cowardly pig.

Don't kill me. You can't do it.

You can't do it!

Now, suppose you tell
me where the gold is.

Hey, where's Ballantine?

How could you do it?

He robbed blondito.

Poor Ballantine!

To die in the moment
of our triumph.

So artistic, so generous.

And the most honest of us all.
I weep for him.

May his good soul go to heaven and
then be greeted by our lord above.

Wait. This now means
there's only four of us.

So we divide his
share between us.

What's this?

My god.

Gold. It's gold!

Septiembre, where were you?

What are you looking for?

Got the best of us, didn't he?

Come on. Let's go.

Adios!

Oh, no!

Hey, blondito! Too bad you
can't get away with it, huh?

Hey, no!

You can't do this to me.

- I'm on your side!
- You phoney double-crosser!

Ballantine's share goes
to my favourite charity.

You're just as big a thief
as he is, you son of a...

I mean, I never knew
your mother, did I?

Ballantine: Fellows!

Are you gonna let me help pick up
the gold or not, you sons of...