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(Grunts)

It's a pretty sea, amigo.

But it's just too big.

I suppose it's the sky
you're concentrating on, huh, buddy?

(Whistles)

Ya!

The bounties get posted
and look who's in town.

Ain't no better man around, Joe.

We're obliged only to him
if this place is rid of its outlaws.

Yeah, there's lots of guys
that are good with a gun,

but that don't make 'em bounty killers.

(Bell rings)

How would you get him,
dead or alive?

Django, you just earned yourself
another $1,000.

We're having trouble with this critter.
Like to try your hand?

No, he'll draw a better price.

I have much faith in you, Manuel.

You'll go higher.

(♪ Song sung in Spanish)

¿Que quieres?

What you want, hombre?

Go away, you pigs.

People like you are not welcome
on the Hacienda Señor Mendoza.

(More gunshots)

No, Miguel!

Uh-oh!

(Groans)

(Laughs)

(Groans)

Argh!

You're the pig,

Mendoza.

- Manuel.
- Yes.

You know how much dinero
you must give me, you pig?

Uh...

But you're not going to kill me?

Manuel, how much?

How much dinero?

(Manuel laughs)

You put me in prison.

Me and Cisco.

Cisco? No. You tell him.

What good is it to kill me?
What good?

(Laughs)

Take all you want, all that I own.

How much is worth...

...four years in prison,

Mendoza?

Manuel, you tell me how much.
Whatever you want.

You know, in prison

I kept saying,

- "Where is his daughter?"
- (Mendoza) No.

No.

My daughter? No.

(Whimpers)

No!

No!

I beg you, Manuel.

No, no, no!

Why not?

You don't like me for a son-in-law?

Don't worry, I won't marry her.

You can take my hacienda.
You can take all you like.

But my daughter? No. No!

Take all my property.

You can take it.

But my daughter? No.

(Cisco continues laughing)

Ah.

Where is she?

Where is she?

You tell me where she is
or I'll strangle you.

You understand?

Oh!

No! No, Manuel.

Leave her alone.

I beg you, Manuel.

(Whimpering)

No...

No...

(Groans)

You can't do this, Manuel.

(Cisco) He can.

Take him away, Cisco.

Sí, si

And let him live.

Better he remember this day.

(Grunts)

¿Si? ¿Quién...?

Are you Fidel, the photographer?

Sí, señor

Ah, now we make
a beautiful picture, señor,

and all the muchachas
fall in love with you.

Oh, but no cane.
The rifle is more important, huh?

Perfect. Ah.

Uh, maybe without the sombrero
is better, no?

Let me see.

Stand still.

Okey-dokey. Stand still.

But I did not come
to have my picture taken.

Oh, you didn't?

Hey, then why you come here?

I'm looking for the man
everyone calls Django.

Uh...

Eh, but why you come to me?

Because they told me
you were his amigo.

Ah. So they tell you
I am his amigo, huh?

Hm. Well, that depends.

There is one good amigo
called money, señor

Ah, you're interested in...

That one there.

Oh.

That murderer kidnapped my daughter.

Oh.

I shall put $500 extra
on that dirty killer's head

if Django finds my daughter, Dolores.

Your Dolores ain't worth much.

You're Django.

- Yeah.
- You kill Vasquez...

...I'll give you 1,000 extra.

Make it $1,500.

You might at least answer me now.

$1,500 extra,

it's a most worthy price
for a little bandido like Manuel Vasquez.

There's no such thing
as a worthy ransom price.

Is the price you put on Vasquez
worthy of your daughter?

$2,000 extra.

- And no more.
- Uh, excuse me.

Do you really wanna get slapped
by a man who's in his underwear?

(Fidel chuckles)

What a miser.

He thinks everything is dinero.

Oh, I suppose I think so, too.

But he's worse than I am, no?

All I know is, there's no peace and quiet
in here anymore.

Alright, but I know
where everybody is.

Like this girl, a very nice mujer

She is the girl of Bobo Scranton.

And that man is wanted.

Now, the girl is
in the hotel of Mijanou.

And I know she takes the room
on top of the saloon.

And, since I know this hombre,
Bobo,

he'll be with her.

And then,
when he least expects it, he...

(Girl laughing)

Oh! Oh, Bobo!

You grisly ape, you!

(Bobo) Come here. I'll make you laugh
like a wailing heifer.

(Both laugh)

Hey, stop it. You're tickling me!

(Girl) Hey, what are you thinking, you?

(Bobo) What are you suggesting?

Now you're gonna laugh
until you die.

No, Bobo, no!

I want to see
how long you can stand it.

No, I can't. (Laughs)

(Thunderclap)

(Woman laughing)

Mm, now come here, you silly.

I'll be danged if that ain't Django.

(Thunderclap)

(♪ Piano playing)

Go on!

(Thunderstorm continues)

(Gunshots)

- (Gunshot)
- (Neighing)

(Gunshots)

Well, there ain't no reward here.

They'll never believe
this is Bobo's face.

(Indistinct chatter)

Hey, there!

(♪ Piano playing)

Well, I obeyed the rules, Mijanou.

No shooting inside the saloon.

Thanks, but better
you follow all of the rules.

You check your guns
at the door, monsieur

And I'd prefer you did your dirty killing
someplace else.

Oh, I know the sheriffs hand you your bounty,
but your profession is paid murder.

Hey, amigo.

You like to play a little poker?

You play very well, right?

(Laughs)

There's trouble tonight.

Who was the hombre
who was killed tonight?

Some say it was Bobo Scranton,
but who can tell?

(Laughs)

I will be a witness for you.
I will help you put the pieces together.

(Continues laughing)

Oh, you bet 200 blind, Django.

OK.

Hey, you in?

Well, Manuel,
you're a pretty good stake.

Just heard you went up to three bills.

Only three bills?

- Yup.
- And what can you do with $3,000?

There's lots of people who could use
that money to pay off a ranch mortgage.

- (Dealer) Want a card?
- No, thanks.

I'll take two.

(Django, laughing)
You know, I never thought of it before,

but, uh...

Manuel, you're a walking ranch.

(Django laughs)

Six hundred.

Unless you're really unlucky,

a three-bill bandido
is no trouble at all.

No trouble, huh?

No, not much.
They're usually kids.

Six...

There's a challenge
when a man makes it to six.

You're very close now.

But it's different with those.

They go from six to, I'd say, eight bills.
They're big booty.

So, what about it?

The chances of making your money
are about one in a thousand.

And you?

How much money you want
before you make your move?

Hmm?

I'll move at ten bills.

Very good.

I see you, amigo, huh?

A full house. Nines.

That's too bad.

Full. Kings.

No, I'm sorry, but I got four aces.

It's, uh... getting late,

and I know you gentlemen
have much to talk over.

Evening.

It don't take much
to cheat against a three-bill bandit.

(Whistles)

Amigo.

- (Groans)
- (She gasps)

(Keeps groaning)

You were right, he cheated.

Same weight.

This is your part.

(Whistles again)

(Chuckles)

Ah.

- You brute of a killer.
- Calm down, Mijanou.

I don't like you
when you get... hysterical.

Your clients went away,

but a woman like you knows
how to make them come back.

It is your fault
if Manuel killed that man tonight.

What do you live for?
Only to kill?

(Groans)

(Horse neighing)

Bueno.

That's it.

And tomorrow
the vultures will tell us

where we can find his body.

(Laughs)

(♪ Plays mournful tune)

Oh, not now.

Vamos, Archibaldo.

Be a good horse.

You can drink later in the puebio

where the water is clean
and you can drink like a pig.

(Laughs)

¡Vamos, caballo!

Don't be a mule
if you are a horse.

Archibaldo!

And that means water pig, is that it?

(Django) Get going, Fidel.

Huh?

Oh, you speak, Archibaldo!

(Django) Fidel, hurry up!

Django, my God.

I thought you killed Scranton.

He really fights.

Hey, I was beginning to make
a brand-new coffin to bury him.

- Brand-new.
- Fidel, please.

You'll bury me
if you don't get a move on.

Ah.

Ha! Huh?

Archibaldo, it's better, I think,
you're talking no more.

Ha! Ha!

It's better I do the talking
from now on. Comprendido?

Hey! Pull over.

You see anybody
around these parts here?

No, only birds. Uh...

Buzzards.

You'd better go.

You're making me nervous.

(Django) What's your hurry, Manuel?

(Woman) I'm sorry, honey, really I am.

Bye.

Bye, Mijanou.

- Goodbye, darling.
- Bye, Mijanou and good luck.

- Bye, honey. Bye!
- Au revoir

Bye, Mijanou.

Ya!

Yee-ha!

Whoa!

¡Madre de dios!

Oh, say nothing to me.
I can imagine.

When there's a killing in a saloon...
No, wait, Mijanou.

There is somebody who needs...

who needs to have a bed
and very quick.

Very sorry, but I cannot open
for anyone now.

I'm talking about Mr. Django.

He's gonna die.

He's almost dead by now.

The poor guy has no bed tonight,
then tomorrow he's dead.

Then let him die tonight
for all it matters to me.

(Winces)

You're a little boy now, aren't you,
you pistoiero?

A boy that needs taking care of.

(Clears throat)

(Groans)

You only come to me
when you're hurt.

You're all alike. You're bad. Bad.

The big hero would not be here...

...if he weren't like everybody else,
scared to die.

(Groans)

(Grunts)

Hey, pistoiero.

The third one could be mine.

Well? What do you think?

Your face is red,
but you didn't sleep with me.

Not really.

Where did Fidel go?

To speak to Mendoza,

'cause he's convinced
that maybe you changed your mind

regarding a certain deal.

I've changed my mind
about a lot of things.

(Groans)

Mijanou.

No.

It's not like you think, pistoiero.

No, I'm not ready yet.

I'm not ready to make love
and see you die.

Die like the bounty killer dies.

Oh, I'm tired of this place.

Where all the men
are nothing but horses.

But the next stage that comes here
will be mine.

It will not go without me this time.

I'll go to San Francisco.

There's really a great city.

All the women dress
so much better there.

In the winter, I'll wear a long coat
with a beautiful hat à la mode and...

You shouldn't make me say please.

Aren't you in love a little?

Mijanou, take me with you.

Come on, come on, come on!

Whoa!

Here's where he's staying, señor

Uh...

I think it's better
that we make a deal.

For $100 you can see Mr. Django.

Mm. Now you let me talk to him.

You don't worry about nothing.

Uh...

Uh, I see you're feeling better, eh?

Oh, I forgot to tell you
that Señor Mendoza made up his mind.

Mm, the poor fellow,
he's been really suffering for his Dolores.

The reward is five thousand,

but you'll get ten
if you bring my daughter, Dolores.

Please, hombre. You must do it.

My money is just as good
as anybody's.

And it's your price, no?

Yeah, that's my price.

I get paid in advance with you, Mendoza.

Mijanou!

Mijanou?

(Gunshot)

Liar! I should have known
that you are a liar.

Get out of my sight immediately.

Get out!

You're nothing but a liar,
and now you'd even kill that Manuel.

And I was ready to go along with you.

To love you,
someone who kills for money.

Listen, Mijanou, you can't ask me
to give up that money now.

You don't give up the money,
then you better go ahead.

But please, Mijanou.

Just Manuel.

He's worth that ten thousand.

I want you to buy
the best place there is in Frisco.

Get your money.

Fight for that money that kills.

'Cause as for me,

the first coach will be back
within six days.

Remember, in six days
I'm leaving for San Francisco.

Looks like trouble, don't it?

You said it.

You see their faces, hm?

(♪ Piano playing)

Who'll get Manuel, Cisco?

You tell me who could kill him.

There's nobody that can get him.

You sure about that, Cisco?

Now, listen to me.

I tell these guys about you
and they'll bash your head in

to find out where Manuel is.

You see what I mean?

I don't see.

You're better off telling me
where his hiding place is.

But I don't know nothing.

Uh...

Wait a minute.

Manuel is in Tampa.

Place like a ghost town.

Together with his padre

and his stepmother.

And now I'll be killed.

'Cause he will know
it was me to tell you.

And I'm very afraid to be dead.

In here only you and me know
where Manuel is.

But if you get rid of me,
there's no trouble.

Huh!

Pretty, ain't it?

I had it brought in
straight from San Francisco.

There ain't a better hat nowhere.

Uh...

- Mm?
- Uh...

You got anything
that looks more like a bonnet?

Oh!

You look here.

Now, you listen to me.

Nowadays nobody but a Quaker
will wear a bonnet.

You stay right there now.

(Woman chuckling)

I got some things here
come straight out of Boston.

(Hiccups)

I'll raise you two hundred.

Must have three of a kind.

Shut up, you.

Alright, where is lunch?

Or do I have to wait till supper?

What you do?

- I'm out.
- Mm.

I see you. Three kings.

And I got three queens.

(Cackling)

Will you be quiet, Rosita?

(Guffawing)

(Hiccups)

- Perfect shot, eh?
- (Django) I wouldn't say so.

Get over.

Who are you? Show your face.

Your pistola bears
a little bit to the right, I'd say.

For just a little smidgen

you might have sent your señora
to heaven.

I'd make the correction on it.

You show me your face, hombre.

Show me your face!

Do you always introduce yourself
after you shoot?

Sure I do.

Look at these.

These are all fine hombres
that I met afterwards.

I understand.

Right after
they've turned their back on you.

Yeah, caballero,

I think everybody knows
about those sheriffs.

- Poor fellows.
- Now listen, hombre.

(Tuts)

Now, at your age, getting mad
is very bad for your heart.

Who is this?

Oh, I'm a good friend
of your son, Manuel.

Oh, a friend of Manuel?

(Laughs)

My son must have
very terrible taste in friends, eh?

Who you be?

Why don't you ask me?
I know who he is.

I apologize.

Forgot to introduce you to little Fidel,
my very good friend.

(Sneezes)

(Gunshot)

Sorry, old timer, but I guess
you might call it a kind of...

A habit you never got out of, eh?

When Manuel gets back,

tell him his friend Django
is waiting outside.

Ready, Fidel?

Just a minute.

You say you are
the amigo de Manuel?

Then Manuel wouldn't like you
to be outside.

I know what you mean.

You think he'd be offended, right?

Sure, hombre.

Rosita!
Something to drink that's good.

You come here.

Sit down.

We're poor, honest people.

But we got humor

and a few bottles of tequila.

Rosita!

Where are you?

(Laughs)

(Guffaws)

Hey, let me tell you,

this sack of potatoes
had everyone in old Mexico

just dying to dance with her.

Rosita the Heavenly,
that was her name.

Oh, maybe she don't look good,
but when I knew her...

Oh, como ballaba, hombre.
¡Cómo!

Hey, go on. Dance for us!

You show our amigo how.
¡Vamos!

Some music, too! ¡Andaie!

- (♪ Flamenco guitar music)
- ¡Ah!¿Quépasa?

¡Olé! ¡Olé! ¡Qué linda!

(Laughter)

(Laughs heartily)

Hey, Rosita!

¡Andale! ¡Andaie!

(Laughter)

Rosita!

¡Rosita, Rosita, que bonita!

Oh, yoi, yoi, yoi...

(Laughter continues)

Show the gringo
how you dance, Rosita!

(Laughter)

¡Anda! ¡Oya, oya, oya!

Manuel.

- Manuel!
- What do you want?

Your father sent me.

Django's there at home.

He's waiting for you.

He said he's a friend of yours.

Well, in a way he is.

But he's dangerous.

Really, Miguel?

But, Manuel,

remember that fast pistola.

I remember.

(Door being bolted)

He's up there now.

(Bell ringing)

(Groans)

Alright, drop it.

You too, caballero.

Excuse me once again.

It's getting to be a habit, huh?

Welcome in these parts.

- Have I raised your price?
- Not yet.

There's a man, though, who's willing
to round up the bills real nice.

In my opinion, you're worth nothing.

You're a coward, you're afraid.

Afraid?

Exactly, you're afraid.

I'm afraid of nobody.

How come, then, you let Cisco
and that one there plug me in the back?

No, it wasn't me, Manuel.

Cisco did it.

Believe me,
Cisco's responsible. I...

I didn't do it, Manuel.

No, Manuel. It's the truth.
I swear it.

(Screams)

(Bell rings)

When you plug your bounty,

is it in the back?

Now, Manuel, break his head!
Do it like that!

¡Ah, bueno!

(Laughter)

(Groans)

A dollar says
your man is gonna get conked.

(Thud)

Nobody asked you.

On the head!

No, I'm sorry,
this is a private quarrel.

¡Quedos! It's about to end.

(Both laugh)

Your business is...

...bounty killer!

You kill people for money, like me.

That's crazy.

The two of us.

We are like merchants,

dealing in blood.

(Laughs)

Listen, Django...

...you be interested
in about a ton of gold, hm?

(Slurps)

I'm eating right now...

Manuel.

OK, you eat and I'll talk.

You can make in one deal

triple what you can get
in a hundred stinking bounties.

Sounds risky, don't it?

Risky?

You don't want me to think
that you're afraid, huh?

(Chuckles)

Stage will be coming by tomorrow.

It's already loaded.

With a ton of gold.

That kind of gold has soldiers
fastened to it.

Oh, really?

- Well, I will give you 50...
- (Father clears his throat)

(Whispers) Manuel...

...percent of the deal.

(Laughs)

Uh-huh.

So, what do you say, huh?

Ain't you got no one else
that'll take the offer?

Eh, Manuel?

OK, there'll be some soldiers
to escort the gold.

Nothing to worry about.

They won't put up much of a fight.

An easy job...

...for me and you.

¿Eh, amigo?

- How you playing it?
- What do you mean?

I mean, I only kill for bounties.

I'll take the escort, Manuel.

But... one killing...

...and that price on you
will be going higher...

...and I might collect.

Bueno.

I agree.

You take the soldiers away
and I don't kill nobody.

Ah, and after,
we each go our own way.

I'm going to go to Mexico.

This world is very big.

There's a place for everybody.

(♪ Music over dialogue)

Ya!

Ya! Ya!

Ya!

Ya! Ya!

Ya!

(Horse neighing,
indistinct shouting)

(Shouting continues)

Hey, wait for me!

(Chuckling)

Hey!

Hey, Django, wait for me!

You see the way we made a sandwich
of them, bonito? You see that?

(Wind blowing)

(Bell rings)

Mijanou!

"Remember, in six days
I'm leaving for San Francisco."

¡Anda!

Yia! Yia!

¡Anda! ¡Anda!

¡Hey!¿Quépasa?

Listen...

I'm ready to lay down
seven against seven

that the critter catches up with you
before you reach the border.

Oh, shut up, you old gringo goat, you!

I'd have to live a thousand years
to collect all the bets I win from you.

Yeah, well, I got it all written down.
You owe me exactly $777.

Like a pearl, Dolores.

You're a jewel.

Like a diamond
that I set on a bed of gold.

Here.

Gets mighty cold.
You might be needing a blanket.

Unless you think it's warmer
where Manuel is sitting, huh?

Where is he? Where is he?

- Where did he go? I told you!
- I don't know.

I don't know... how it happened.

I was keeping guard
when something hit me on the head.

I... I...

Gringo idiot!

Here, free the old goat.

Let's find that gold
if I have to cover the whole desert.

Vamos.

Where am I going now?

- Without my horse.
- Go to hell.

Whoever finds something will fire
two quick shots, then another one.

If we find nothing,
we come back here before sundown.

Ha!

I put it at a good, uh, seven to two

that they don't find a doggone thing.
Seven to two.

Ah.

How you feeling, pal?

(Two gunshots)

- (One shot)
- First one.

You win this time.

Look there.

(Bell ringing)

(Two shots)

(Horses neighing)

(Horses galloping away)

Ah.

I'd surrender.

What do we do, Manuel?

Manuel?

First we bury this gold.

Then we go back to Tampa.

But, Manuel, the horses!

If you prefer to remain, remain.

Hey, if a man doesn't talk too much,
then he think too much, right?

Ah, it is true.

And it's true that Django is killing Manuel
two minutes every day.

A little bit at a time.

No hurry.

Ah, revenge is like a sickness, Dolores.

And when it's all over,
it leave a bad taste in the mouth.

Hey, come here, muchacha.

I got a soup that tastes good instead.

It helps you to forget everything.

It's easy to forget when one is young.

- Huh?
- (Galloping)

Huh?

Hey!

Dolores?

Hey, Dolores!

Madre de dios.

Ah.

(Laughter)

Buenos dios, pistoiero.

(Laughs)

(Groans)

(Groans)

(Laughs)

(Grunts)

You are shrewd, amigo,

but you've never been
with a girl like Dolores.

You got the gold, but now it's mine,
comprendido?

To be honest,
I don't think I get your meaning.

You don't get the meaning,
what I say? Imbecile!

You can't mean my share?

Now it all goes to me.

Oh, well, in that case, adios.

No.

This gringo will not hold out.

I will make him talk.

I will make him talk.

Oh, excuse me
if I get in the way of the sun.

Here.

Is that better?

You'll have a beautiful sundown
when you reach the gates of hell.

Look. You know you got company?

Go!

Go to your amigo!

Go to your amigo,

and when you get there,
give him a big kiss.

(Groans)

Fidel.

Fidel.

I'll get there. Don't...
Don't worry, Django.

Don't worry.

- I thought you were dead.
- No.

I must get you out first.

Oh.

¡Vamos! Ha!

Juan.

Oh! What is it?

Follow me!

(Rosita) Manuel.

You're not lucky, Manuel.

You're not lucky.

Maybe I make you unlucky.

I... I'll go now.

That Django is full of many surprises.

I know he will.

He'll come back
and collect his blood money.

She liked you.

I didn't think she'd be in there.

I...

Maybe you think
before you shoot the next bullet.

Please, please!

I didn't want to do it.

It's nothing, Manuel.
It's nothing.

I'll bet you an even seven
Django'll get us all.

One by one.

- One by one.
- Idiot.

Make your bet.

Alright, I bet an even seven
Django gets us,

gets us one and all.

Will you shut up?

Shut up!

You gringo goat, you!

(Neighing)

(Neighing continues)

(Gunshot)

Hey, Manuel!

Manuel!

(Manuel) What do you want?

I saw Django, sitting by his lonesome
in the rocking chair.

I... I've never seen a man
so relaxed.

In that case,
I'm ready to take your bet.

Are you ready?

- (Gunshot)
- Are you ready to fight?

(Django) I'm ready.

(Gunshots continue)

(Bell rings)

You old dog!

Get out of my way!

(Father) Django!

¡Caballero!

Come on out!

Let me see you, Django!

(Django) I don't want you,
caballero.

You will not live
to remember this day again.

Come on out!

You're yellow, gringo!

(Django) You're not my bounty,
caballero.

I think I put a little hole
in somebody's head.

Then aim straight, caballero.

(Groans)

No, Manuel!

No!

He'll kill you!

(Gasps)

(Gun clicks empty)

I'd already told your padre

he had a pistol that bears right.

(Dolores) No!

Manuel!

Manuel!

Manuel!

(Dolores sobs)

Manuel!

Manuel...

Manuel!

He has never been...

...with a girl like you.

(Bell chimes)

♪ The bells are ringing

♪ What do they say?

♪ Many a man

♪ Who somehow forgets

♪ The mighty hand

♪ Of almighty God...

Hey, Django!

I had you figured for a sure thing.
Sure did.

That makes two of us, gringo.

♪ There'll be sleepless nights

♪ For those men
who do justice by themselves

♪ The judge is only one

♪ The bells are ringing

♪ Many a man

♪ Who somehow forgets

♪ Who somehow forgets

♪ The mighty hand

♪ Of almighty God

♪ Amen

♪ Do not forget the Lord

♪ The judge is only one

♪ There'll be sleepless nights

♪ For those men
who do justice by themselves

♪ The judge is only one

♪ Amen, God bless us all ♪