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- Are they dead? - All of them.
The horses! Where in God's name are the horses?
There they are, Mantas. They're coming.
Let's go.
SARTANA'S HERE... TRADE YOUR PISTOL FOR A COFFIN
Howdy, Burt. How are you doing?
You didn't make it easy for me to find you.
3,000, 4,000 and 5,000.
Hold on.
It's him.
Nice stake for a poker game, right?
I'm not gambling it this time.
I want to invest it.
Hey, old man.
I need your clothes.
I'll buy them off you.
Is that enough?
Hey, Sartana, is that how you invest your money?
Yeah.
Can't you read, you tramp?
CEMETERY STRANGERS KEEP OUT OR DIE!
The sign applies to you too.
Get out.
What do you want, stranger?
Whiskey, tequila, something to eat?
Gold. Gold and a man called Mantas.
Everybody likes gold.
The miners dig it out of the earth. Someone else takes it from the miners.
- Who? - Hey, fleabag.
I'm talking to you.
We don't like nosy people. We make sure they come to a bad end.
Maybe you know where this comes from.
No, fleabag.
Were you looking for this?
You need to get out of here.
That's Golfay. He wouldn't think twice about killing a man.
How was I supposed to know?
Don't worry.
Bring me something to eat.
Eggs. I love eggs.
Hey. What happened to you?
Golfay, did you fall in your soup?
Be quiet, for heaven's sake.
What was it, beard and beans?
Shut your mouths, you bastards.
There's a man at the posada who knows about the gold.
He's looking for Mantas.
Shit!
Paco, go and find Mantas.
Golfay, you go to the posada.
Sereno, Miguel, go with him.
You watch that window.
You stay under cover.
Mantas will blame us if anything happens to you.
Do you like them well cooked?
Yeah, but hurry up or I'll starve to death.
There are other ways to die too.
Another bowl of soup for the gentleman.
Right...
I've never seen a pistol like that. What make is it?
A sandwich Colt.
They must have shot the gringo. Why aren't they coming out?
There they are.
They're coming out.
Put them where they can be seen.
Hold it.
The bastard's trying to make us go out.
But we'll stay safe in here and wait for Mantas.
Where's the kid?
Emiliano.
No!
Damn you!
You shouldn't have done that.
No. Mantas will kill you.
What the devil are you doing?
They're mine, señor.
I'll give you all of them if you save my mama.
Where is she?
In the house opposite, señor.
There are a lot of bad men in there. Kill them.
You must never pay a man to kill.
What's he waiting for?
Cheers.
You're too good for me.
And for your cellar.
You're right there.
Do you think they're starting to get nervous?
I'd say they're pretty angry too.
Very good. I'll go, then.
But you haven't been much use to me.
I'd like to see that scum Mantas locked up, believe me.
But I don't know anything about them, I swear.
I believe you.
I wanted to see what would happen next.
I'm no expert,
but how can one man attack four of Mantas' men on his own?
I'm not attacking anyone. I just want to make them come out.
Then again, I might just kill them if they don't do as they're told.
Hey, you in there. Can you hear me?
Come on out, nice and quiet.
We need to have a little talk.
Can you hear me?
Come out quick or I'll blow you all up.
I'll give you ten seconds. Can you hear me better now?
Well? Have you made your minds up?
Outside!
Hey, hombres. I'm over here.
Mama!
Thank you, señor. God bless you.
That bastard took me prisoner...
- Don't talk like that in front of him. - You're right.
You've been with them a long time.
Did you hear them talking about a mining village?
Yes.
They often talked about it.
I think it's called Appaloosa but I'm not sure.
I'm sorry I'm not much use to you.
Light?
Thanks.
It doesn't matter. I'll find it one way or another.
Dynamite...
Dynamite!
God bless you, señor.
I can go back to Mexico and Mantas will never find me.
Good luck.
How much do I owe you for the eggs?
Nothing.
I haven't had this much fun in ages.
I believe you.
This place is like a graveyard.
It wasn't always like this.
Mantas frightened everybody away.
But I was too old to run.
Where are you off to now, my friend?
The right place.
Look, another one of those bastards in Spencer's pay.
Moaning won't solve anything.
For now all we can do is wait.
What's going on, Trixie?
Is there anything interesting to see outside?
I guess not.
Just a stranger.
Another one of Spencer's men.
Go on, Hoagy. Ask him.
Look, Baxter... Mr. Baxter...
Our gold... We heard the shipment didn't arrive.
Mr. Spencer heard too.
Damned bandits.
Mr. Spencer hired expert men to go with that gold.
Of course, Mr. Spencer thinks of everything.
But it'll be fine next time.
Hand over your gold to Mr. Spencer and tell the others to do it too.
But we've already tried five times, sir, and it's only made it twice...
It will make it this time.
Mr. Spencer has something special in mind.
You'll see.
Howdy.
Who's in charge?
What do you want?
A room.
Let me warn you, the food's bad and the beds are worse.
No gambling, no nothing.
You're lucky if you stay alive.
I like quiet places, madam.
Enchanté.
If you don't work for Spencer I've got a free room.
They're all free.
Sorry. Enchanté.
Bye, Trixie. I'll give Spencer your regards.
He's very rude, isn't he?
STRANGERS KEEP OUT OR DIE!
Emiliano.
What are you doing, Chief? It's me.
The bartender! Go and find the little worm.
Hurry!
Mantas, they're all dead.
Idiots! I want the bartender.
Come out, you scum.
Mantas needs to talk to you about what you've done.
I haven't done anything.
No? You helped that damned stranger.
I don't know anything.
It's your fault our compañeros are dead.
We're going to make you pay. It's your fault.
Damn her! Where's my woman?
- Tell me where she's gone. - I don't know.
- Talk or I'll strangle you! - I don't know anything.
You helped that gringo.
I didn't help anyone, I swear.
I'll put so much lead in your body they'll think you're a mine.
- Talk! - Mantas!
Damned gringo.
He killed seven of my men. Seven!
And he helped my woman get away.
That gringo tricked Mantas. He's a very clever hombre.
Oh, yes. He's a gringo philosopher.
He made fools of us with our compañeros' bodies.
Do you understand, Augustin? He's a dangerous gringo.
Very dangerous.
Tell me, you worm. Is he really that fast with a gun?
Faster than me?
Faster than me?
No, no, no.
So Mantas doesn't need to kill him.
Where did he go? Go on, talk.
To Appaloosa.
The only place where I can't show my face.
Augustin, Machete, Antonio. Go.
Just a minute.
The gringo's quick with his gun.
Remember what he did to your compañeros.
Take care. Mantas loves you like his sons.
Hurry, you bastards.
What are you waiting for?
Two pounds and three ounces. Right?
- If you say so, Mr. Spencer. - Good.
Here. Is your wife better?
I'm sorry.
Aren't you giving me your bags, Tarnosky?
I've worked like a dog for a whole month and it's all I have left.
As you wish. I'm not forcing anybody.
I'm doing you a favor taking your gold to the bank in Dodge City.
All right, Mr. Spencer.
Don't worry, Tarnosky.
The gold will make it this time, I promise you.
But if you need money I can pay you now.
Shall we say 50 dollars?
The gold's worth ten times that.
It was just an advance.
Gratitude doesn't seem to be your strong point, my friend.
Hey, amigo.
I'm hungry. You got any eggs?
You can call me Angelo.
- How many do you want? - Just one, Angelo.
Don't you know eggs are bad for the liver?
On your feet.
Keep your hands away from that bread.
Don't try any funny business with me.
Move away from the table.
All right?
I'll count to three. On three we'll shoot.
One...
Two...
You must never trust appearances, my friends.
And I cleaned everything this morning.
- I hope you don't get many visitors. - I hope so too.
Is there a sheriff here?
No sheriff, no law.
All we've got here is General Mines.
In other words, Mr. Spencer.
Mr. Spencer. Good.
I'll pay him a visit, then.
Look who's here. Enchanté.
Have you come to kiss my hand?
May I come in?
He wouldn't let me in.
What do you want?
I hear you're everything in this town.
Head of the mining company, the law
and, seeing as there's no church, maybe the good Lord too.
You're not showing him much respect, Mr. Sartana.
The good Lord doesn't shoot at people.
- There's been a misunderstanding... - May I?
Go back to sleep.
I'm sorry. Baxter's a violent man.
But in places like this you need to be tough.
There were three Mexicans in the saloon who wanted to kill me.
Pretty poor shots.
But one of them knew a lot.
Why are you telling me this, Mr. Sartana?
Because of the gold, Mr. Spencer. Your shipments of gold.
Unless I'm mistaken, those three gentlemen were from the gang who stole it.
Part of that gold was mine.
And I paid for everything.
The wagons, the guards and the money I had to advance.
But are you absolutely sure they were bandits?
Not absolutely. I was too far away when they attacked the last shipment.
Why didn't you try to stop them?
For free? Nobody gets themselves into trouble for nothing.
But if you're prepared to pay well, I could escort the next shipment myself.
I need to think it over, Mr. Sartana.
Think it over, Mr. Spencer.
Take your time.
I've already sent for some specialists and...
Let's hope they're not like the last ones. Like Burt Travis, for example.
I don't know him.
Maybe he'd changed his name.
It wasn't the first time he was near a gold shipment
but he was always with the people who attacked it.
Well, you know where to find me.
- Keep going. - That'll be a dollar.
So, Trixie, what do you think we should do?
Cheers, madam.
We need to see which side this gentleman's on.
- Why don't you ask him? - That's not a bad idea.
Hey, Angelo, how do you spend the evenings in Appaloosa?
People used to gamble. Now they sleep.
- Sure, but... - Mr. Sartana.
Mr. Spencer wants us to be friends.
Mr. Spencer's a smart man.
He doesn't want to pay for your funeral.
A drink for my friend.
No, thank you.
Let's do it another time.
I'm going to bed now.
He's a true friend.
He doesn't want to make me spend my money.
Well, I'll be off to bed too.
I don't want to be disturbed till tomorrow morning.
I could get pretty angry otherwise.
- Do you understand, Mantas? - That's enough.
You're really annoying me now.
Nobody talks to Mantas like that. Don't you forget it.
I'd have destroyed that wagon.
That Sartana's a devil. Damn his mother!
OK, let's not fight. It would be stupid with all that gold at stake.
I'm not doing this for peanuts any more.
There's plenty for everyone.
But first of all you have to get rid of Sartana.
It'll be a pleasure.
Good.
You need to do it before Mr. Spencer hires him to guard the next wagon.
Remember, Sartana's no fool.
So you've got to think of a good plan
or else he'll kill you before you can say amen.
Am I right?
You Pig!
Fine. I'll take care of the gringo philosopher.
You just need to know where he keeps his gun.
- Right? - Sure.
I'll send two of my best men with Gaetano to do the job.
Gaetano's young, ambitious and clever.
But it's my idea. A great idea.
Perfect. But I'd better go now.
They might get suspicious in town.
I'll see you out.
He said he didn't want to be disturbed.
That's OK.
From now on he'll rest in peace.
We'll make sure of that.
You stay put, Angelo.
And don't breathe a word.
If you do, we'll turn you into a real angel with wings.
Come on.
How's he going to grab his gun this time?
He's as naked as the day he was born.
Hello.
You'd be better off saying goodbye.
Looks like that bathtub's going to be your coffin.
Marat was killed in his bath.
Shame. It's not a new idea after all.
The boss never told us he'd killed a gunslinger called Marat.
Just a minute.
I want a nice funeral.
It means a lotto me. I can pay for it.
I've got a nice stash of dollars.
Give it to us, then.
We'll take care of the funeral.
Where is it?
I keep it in there.
It's my money box.
May I?
Don't forget the funeral.
With music.
Idiot!
I'm faster?
Or was he faster?
I'm faster?
Or was he faster?
Why are you asking a flower?
One of these days you'll find out by yourself.
Sure, but there's no need to rush these things.
Chief, Pedro says he saw...
Howdy.
Taking all the General Mines gold...
Those bastards have collected it all.
Nice idea, partner.
Hey, Paco.
- Bring some food for my friend. - An egg.
It's easy, partner. They're hiring me to guard the next wagon.
So what? The bags will be full of sand as usual.
There might be gold in them this time.
Excuse me. Boil it...
Boil him an egg.
Yeah. But you prefer them raw.
Mezcal, try that again and I'll kill you. Get out!
If anyone needs killing I'll take care of it, partner.
Carry on.
Let's suppose they don't put the gold on the wagon.
They take it somewhere else.
Which is where you'll be.
- You like that? - Sure.
We're going halves, right, partner?
Are you sure about those two, Baxter?
I'm sure.
The Brand brothers may cost a lot, but they deliver.
No one has challenged them and lived to tell the tale.
A whiskey and a gin.
You got that wrong. Completely wrong.
The gin's for me, the whiskey's for my brother.
Neat, sir?
Don't ask questions, it's making me nervous.
Don't be mean, Joe. He's a good boy.
And it's not his fault he lives in this filthy hole.
I hope they're worth all the money I'm paying.
Don't worry, Mr. Spencer.
Your gold's almost as precious to me as it is to you.
Look, Baxter.
Who's that?
Do you know him?
Never seen him before.
Hey, look at him.
This gin's rotten too.
Of course. Everything's rotten in this town.
Isn't that right, sonny boy?
Why not be a good boy
and open one of those bottles you've got hidden away?
A decent bottle.
What is it?
Flint, sonny boy's worried we won't pay him.
Go on, then, pay him.
Leave him to me.
Go on, my friend, take the coin.
Pay for your rotten gin.
Sorry, but we don't sell gin to pigs.
Could you repeat that, please, madam?
Did you really say "pigs"?
Yes, you heard me.
- Are you going to scalp her, Joe? - I'm not a barber, Flint.
I get it. You're going to cut her tongue out.
I'm not a surgeon, Flint.
You're not bad-looking, madam.
But after the work I'm about to do,
I'll bet no man will look you in the face again.
Got it! A nice cut down her cheek.
Hey, gentlemen.
Sabata.
Sabata.
Joe, say sorry to the lady.
Sorry.
That won't do.
You need to bow.
I'm still not happy, Joe.
Be more graceful.
No, you don't know how to do it.
You're a real mess.
Flint, take him away and don't stop till you reach Mexico.
Let's get a move on.
You were lucky today.
I never kill on Thursdays. I promised.
Who did you promise, sir?
My mother.
I'm very grateful, sir.
It was nothing, madam.
Do you have a room? I think I'll stay a while.
- Of course. - Hey, Trixie.
- Will you excuse me for a moment? - Sure.
And those two said it was a filthy town.
Isn't it?
Yes, but it's full of gold.
And I think you could earn quite a bit.
Not by working, I hope.
That's something I've never considered. It's too tiresome.
Why don't we talk about it over a game of poker?
Sure.
_ [)0 you play? - I get by.
Angelo.
A new deck of cards.
Do you play for high stakes?
Of course.
Everybody likes to win.
But very few actually do.
Can I play too?
Why not? I've got no objections.
It'll be a much more interesting game.
Especially for me.
A jack, a queen, a king.
And an ace.
You've got a fourth.
If he's playing too, the stakes are doubled.
It's a small world, Sabata.
Too small for the two of us.
Don't worry, my friend. A six-foot hole will make it big enough.
Six feet?
You'd find it a bit cramped.
Well, are we going to deal the cards?
I'll open for ten.
25 to keep in.
50.
50.
Two cards.
And for me.
These will do.
I'll stay.
Pass.
Pass.
100 dollars.
All right.
I'll stay.
200.
1,000.
Fine by me.
Too much for me.
- 2,000. - 3,000 dollars.
I'll see you.
No.
It's all yours.
Fantastic.
You were bluffing, or maybe you both were. Right?
Who knows?
To find out some things you have to pay.
And pay a lot.
10,000 dollars seems reasonable.
Your gold shipment will reach its destination.
The word "trust" doesn't seem to be in your vocabulary.
I take a 50 per cent risk. It's a bad habit of mine.
Let's hope it's the only one.
By the way, why did you choose me and not Sartana?
You beat him at poker.
Fair enough.
Did I do well?
You're a good actor.
But why me and not him?
Because you're cleverer.
You wouldn't have lost that poker hand.
Isn't that true?
The truth's a bit different, Mr. Spencer.
You realized that Sabata didn't come here by chance.
He's got a nose for gold, just like a bloodhound.
Speaking of which, what about Baxter?
I haven't told him anything, of course.
It's a good plan.
The first rule is to divide your enemies.
Sabata kills the bandits...
And I kill Sabata.
If he tries anything with me.
The gold will be safer with me than in here.
Nice safe you've got, though.
It's the best there is.
It's a Gallagher, the latest model.
I'm happy to spend money when it comes to protecting good people's gold.
Unfortunately there aren't many like you.
A pair of eights.
A pair of aces. I win.
Hold on a minute, I need to...
1,375,000 dollars?
And 50 cents.
You tried to trick me there, Angelo.
Well, I'm off to bed.
Sweet dreams, sir.
You must have got the wrong room.
I haven't.
I want to talk to you.
Something tells me it's going to be quite a noisy conversation.
Not if you're reasonable.
You need to be with me.
You don't need to threaten me for that.
You've got the wrong idea. I want to talk business, that's all.
For the moment.
Pity.
I'm listening.
This last year I've been doing all I can for Appaloosa to become rich.
I spent all my money to make this the finest saloon in the county.
But it was no use.
Go on.
The miners have to work like dogs to dig the gold
and then those pigs take it from them.
- Is that fair? - Of course not.
They should spend it in your saloon, shouldn't they?
At least they'd have some fun.
If you make sure that gold doesn't disappear, you'll get ten per cent.
All right?
I want half.
I'm a pig.
Half's better than nothing for you too.
I was mistaken. I should have come to an arrangement with Sabata.
With that crook?
He'd have kept the lot.
Good girl.
But we do it my way.
Take off your clothes.
No, you've got the wrong idea.
They need to think we've spent the night together.
I'm going for a walk.
Pity.
If it wasn't for that damned gold...
Don't you ever come in through the door?
You must have had something interesting to do to leave her here all alone.
You didn't take my place.
I don't need to tie them up.
They like me. But I don't think about women when I'm working.
I always knew you were a true professional.
I don't think the gold will be on that wagon tomorrow.
They're a clever bunch.
The General Mines people have some crafty schemes.
So it appears.
They think you're going to attack the wagon as usual.
But if...
But if...
Romero, you'll attack the wagon.
With pleasure.
Meanwhile, I'll go into town with the others.
Very good.
It was the gringo's idea that we should split up. A good idea.
But this one's all mine, Señor Sartana.
I'm going to take all the gold.
And we'll share it among ourselves.
But I'd love to kill you myself.
Baxter.
Yes, Mr. Spencer.
No need to hurry, Baxter. We've got plenty of time.
They'll all kill each other.
Mantas, Sartana, Sabata.
And all for bags of sand.
What if one of them survives?
Good for him.
You and I will already be safe in Mexico.
Romero!
Compañeros!
The wagon's left.
Come on, hombres. We don't want to keep Sartana waiting.
Miguel, take three men across the hill.
The rest of you, to the canyon with me.
- Is everything ready? - Yes.
I took the horses round the back so no one will see us leaving.
You know, Baxter, I'm almost sorry to leave this place.
How long has it been?
Enough for those idiot miners to dig all the gold we're taking.
Our company's dissolved, partner.
"And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
"Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
"Of waters issu'd from a cave..."
Hey, gentlemen.
Are you looking for me or Sartana?
So I'm the one you're angry with, right?
I'm over here.
This side.
Get down.
Why are you looking for me there?
I'm here, gentlemen.
Watch out.
You see that? The worm's come out of his hole. Let's go and have a drink.
Where are you, you bastard? We're thirsty.
Where are you hiding, worm?
You took your time.
I was getting tired of waiting.
Thank you, partner. Your idea worked.
Don't mention it.
I've got to thank you for bringing me my share.
No, I'm not here because of your share.
I'm here because of that question.
Which one of us is faster?
I can answer it at last.
Yeah. This is a good opportunity.
I'd better warn you that I'm a bit angry with you.
You're dishonest.
I do what I can.
See, partner, it's not about how fast you are but how clever you are.
Now, listen to me.
There are three of us.
He fires at that loaf of bread.
He counts to three, then he fires at you.
And I shoot you in the face. Is that clear?
A proper gentlemen's duel.
My gun against yours. That one there.
Because where could you keep another one?
Down here, for example.
No. This time you've got your feet in your boots.
- Pedro. - One...
Two...
You're leaving us, sir?
You should take care of these gentlemen who have left us for good.
Make sure you use nice sturdy coffins.
That way they won't get out.
Farewell, my friend.
Listen, since it really is like a graveyard here now,
why don't you leave?
People will come back now Mantas is dead.
Where are you going?
To keep an appointment...
with someone who's been looking for me.
No, don't shoot.
Sartana said he'll meet you at the saloon.
Good. I suggest you come with me.
I wouldn't want you to miss the show.
Very good. Just like my mother makes it.
Hey, Sabata.
Sartana's here.
He's a true professional. He never misses an appointment.
Go back inside, madam. The cup might break.
Do you want me to open them, my friend?
I'll do it myself.
Excellent quality.
It looks like excellent quality sand.
You hadn't asked me what was inside.
Because I knew the gold wasn't in there.
Half each?
I've got no objections, my friend.
If you want half of nothing...
and this.
Don't bluff.
It's not a good idea.
We're not playing poker now.
I'm not bluffing.
Me neither.
Very good.
Take your time and finish your cigar.
Because it's the last one you're going to smoke.
You're not offended, I hope.
You're not either, are you?
You're out of bullets.
No. I kept one for you.
Now get out.
You're a bastard. You cheated.
And you're a scoundrel.
I promised my mother I'd never give up an advantage
or let anyone get an advantage over me.
Now, slowly, get on your horse.
Keep your hands away from everything.
Stop.
Take the Winchester from the saddle.
With your left hand.
Grab it by the barrel.
Like that.
Put it on that cask.
Now go.
Hey, what are you up to?
I've got this too.
You're too far away to use it.
Maybe not.
It meant a lotto you, right?
It reminded him of his mother.
Right. But where's the gold?
What are you doing?
Damn! Don't tell me Angelo was sitting on it all this time.
But he didn't know.
All right. We've done it.
Half each.
I'm afraid you'll just have to settle for the 10,000 dollars, my friend.
That's not very nice.
You'd have lost all that gold if it hadn't been for us.
Us?
When he said "us", he meant us.
Never trust appearances, madam. Never.
What now, my friend? Shall we get out of here?
This time they could never have known where you had your gun.
Of course not. You were my back-up gun.
That Trixie was quite something.
She almost had us fooled.
- Women! - You know something, my friend?
You should never trust women. That's why I never married.
Hey, Sabata. I'll bet my cigar that your mother wasn't married either.
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