All language subtitles for Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid (1969).en

[Film Projector Whirring]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Doorknob Turns]

[Carriage Clattering]

[Chiming]

[Door Slams]

[Drawers, Windows Shutting]

- Good night, Pat.
- Good night.

What happened to the old bank?
It was beautiful.

People kept robbing it.

It's a small price to pay for beauty.

[Loud Slam]

[Man]
Hit me.

Again.

Bust!

- Give me credit, Mr. Macon?
- You know my rules, Tom.

Well, looks like you just about
cleaned everybody out, fella.

You haven't lost a hand
since you got the deal.

What's the secret of your success?

Prayer.

Let's just you and me play.

[Coins Clatter]

Hit it.

Bust.

Yeah, you're a hell
of a card player, fella.

I know, 'cause I'm a hell
of a card player.

And I can't even spot
how you're cheatin'.

[Chair Scrapes]

The money stays, and you go.

Well, we seem to be a little short
on brotherly love around here.

If you're with him, you better
get yourselves out of here.

- We're on our way. Come on.
- I wasn't cheating.

- Come on.
- I wasn't cheating.

You can die.
For that matter, you can both die.

- You hear that?
- If he invites us to stay, then we'll go.

- We're gonna leave anyway.
- He's gotta invite us to stick around.

He'll d raw on you.
He's ready.

You don't know how fast he is.

I'm over the hill,
but it can happen to you.

That's just what I want to hear.

Every day, you get older.
Now that's a law.

[Gun Cocks]

What would you think about
maybe asking us to stick around?

- What?
- You don't have to mean it or anything.

Just ask us to stick around.
I promise you...

I can't help you, Sundance.

I didn't know you were the Sundance Kid
when I said you were cheating.

If I draw on you,
you'll kill me.

There's that possibility.

No. You'd be killin' yourself.

Why don't you just invite us
to stick around?

You can do it...
and easy.

Come on. Come on.

Why don't you stick around?

Thanks, but we gotta get going.

Hey, Kid.

Hey, Kid.
How good are you?

Like I been telling you...
over the hill.

Boy, every time I see
Hole in the Wall again...

it's like seeing it fresh
for the first time.

Every time that happens,
I keep asking myself the same question.

[Clicks Tongue] How can I be so damn stupid
as to keep coming back here?

- What's your idea this time?
- Bolivia.

- What's Bolivia?
- Bolivia... That's a country, stupid.

In Central or South America...
one or the other.

Why don't we just
go to Mexico instead?

'Ca use all they got in Mexico is sweat.
There's too much of that here.

Look, if we'd been in business
during the California gold rush...

- where would we have gone... California, right?
- Right.

So, when I say Bolivia,
you just think California.

You wouldn't believe what they're finding
in the ground down there.

They're just falling into it...
silver mines, gold mines, tin mines.

Payrolls so heavy we'd strain
ourselves stealing them.

[Laughing]

You just keep thinking, Butch.
That's what you're good at.

Boy, I got vision
and the rest of the world wears bifocals.

[Horses Approaching]

[Anvil Clanging]

Hi, News. What you doin'?

Oh, howdy, Butch.
Uh, nothin'.

Nothin'. Howdy, Sundance.

You sure are.
You're doin' somethin'. What?

Just fixing to rob
the Union Pacific Flyer, Butch.

That's... That's all we had in mind.

You fellas got everything
I told you all wrong.

Sure, we might hit the Flyer,
but, even if we do, it won't be this run.

It'll be the next one... the return.

Sundance and me,
we been checkin' the banks.

- [Man] No banks.
- What?

The Flyer, Butch.

Fellas, bad as they are,
banks are better than trains.

They don't move. They stay put.
You know the money's in there.

- When I left, I gave orders.
- New orders been give.

Well, I run things here, Harvey.

Used to you did. Me now.

This don't concern you.

You tell him to stay out.

Well, he goes his own way,
like always.

What's the matter with you guys?

When I came here, you were nothing.
You weren't even a gang.

- I formed you.
- Who says?

- Read 'em a clipping, News.
- Which one?

Any of 'em.

This one here's
from the Salt Lake Herald.

"Butch Cassidy's
Hole in the Wall Gang"...

- Butch Cassidy's Hole in the Wall Gang... That's me!
- [Reading, Indistinct]

You want Harvey to do
your planning for you?

You want him to do your thinking for you?
You want him to run things?

- You can shut up now, News.
- Oh, not yet till I get to the good part, Butch.

"Also known to have
participated in the holdup...

are Flat Nose Curry
and... and News Carver."

I just love to read my name
in the paper, Butch.

Okay, so we just forget about Logan
taking over. Okay, Flat Nose?

You always said that any one of us
could challenge you.

- That's 'cause I figured no one would do it.
- Figured wrong, Butch.

You guys can't want Logan?

Well, at least he's with us.
You been spending a lot of time gone.

- Well, that's because everything's different now.
- Guns or knives, Butch?

It's harder now. You gotta plan more.
You gotta prepare more.

Guns or knives?

- Neither.
- Pick!

- I don't wanna shoot with you, Harvey.
- Anything you say, Butch.

[Quietly] Maybe there's a way
to make a profit in this.

- Bet on Logan.
- I would, but who'd bet on you?

Sundance.

When we're done and he's dead,
you're welcome to stay.

[Clears Throat]
Listen, I don't mean to be a sore loser...

but, uh, when it's done...
if I'm dead... kill him.

Love to.

No, no. Not yet. Not until me and Harvey
get the rules straightened out.

Rules? In a knife fight?

No rules!
[Groans]

Well, if there ain't any rules,
let's get the fight started.

- Someone count one, two, three, go.
- One, two, three, go.

I was really rooting for you, Butch.
[Nervous Chuckle]

Well, thank you, Flat Nose.

That's what sustained me
in my time of trouble.

Hey, what's this about the Flyer?

Harvey said we'd hit it
both this run and the return.

He said nobody's done that
to the Flyer before.

No matter how much
we got the first time...

they'd figure the return was safe
and load it up with money.

- Harvey thought of that?
- Yes, sir, he did.

I'll tell you something, fellas.
That's exactly what we're gonna do.

[Engine Chugging]

- Stop it.
- Where?

Up ahead there.

Bet that's old Butch himself.

Hold it there.

Just thought I'd watch.

Bri ng the kids, why don't you?

Stick your heads in.

You're just gonna get yourself blown up,
you don't open that door.

[Man] I can't do that on account of
I work for Mr. E.H. Harriman...

of the Union Pacific Railroad,
and he entrusted me...

Will you shut up about that E.H. Harriman stuff
and open the door!

- What's going on?
- We got a patriot in there.

- Okay, go ahead, News.
- That's young Woodcock. He's awful dedicated.

- Woodcock?
- Yes, sir.

- You know who we are?
- You're the Hole in the Wall Gang, Mr. Cassidy.

I understand that,
but you gotta understand...

Mr. E.H. Harriman himself
of the Union Pacific Rail road give me this job.

And I gotta do my best,
don't you see?

- Your best don't include gettin' yourself killed.
- Dynamite's ready, Butch.

- Mr. E.H. Harriman himself,
he had the confidence...
- Open the door, or that's it.

Do you think E.H. Harriman
would get himself killed for you?

Woodcock?

I work for Mr. E.H. Harriman of the Union
Pacific Railroad, and he entrusted me...

Hey, Woodcock.
Woodcock, you all right?

- Hey.
- [Moans]

[Groans]

Whatever Harriman's paying you
ain't enough.

There ain't what I'd call
a fortune in there, Butch.

Well, just so we come out ahead.
That's the main thing.

The Hole in the Wall Gang...
I guess you've all heard it...

just robbed the Flyer
right outside of our town...

so that makes it our responsibility...

to get out there
and get after them.

You're gonna have to bring
your own horses.

Uh, how many of you can
bring your own guns?

Yeah, well, how many of you are going
to want me to supply you with guns?

Well, come on now. I think it's up to us
to do something. Don't you?

[Man] What's the point? They're probably
halfway to Hole in the Wall already.

[Marshal]
That's just exactly why we have got to hurry.

If we get mounted up right now and get out there
after them, maybe we can head them off.

- Head 'em off? You crazy?
If we did that, they'd kill us.
- ♪♪ [Piano, People Singing]

I don't think we want to lie down
and just let them get away with this.

- ♪♪ [Singing: Patriotic]
- [Marshal Continues, Muffled]

Boy, I just eat this up
with a spoon.

- All right, youse two, I want you at my party.
- What party?

I'm losing my piano player.
He's going off to fight the war.

- What war?
- The war with the Spanish.

Remember the Maine.

Who can forget it?

I'm giving him a send-off.
So come on.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Marshal]
Respect. You people have got respect for me...

and I have got respect for you.

♪♪ [Continues]

When I was a kid...

I always thought I was gonna grow up
to be a hero.

- It's too late now.
- Why'd you say something like that for?

You didn't have to say
something like that.

If you want me to go off
all alone...

and fight the Hole in the Wall Gang,
well, that's fine with me.

If you want your kids to know that you
let me do that, that's fine with me.

But I don't think
that's what you want.

Is it?

- ♪♪ [Continues]
- Why don't we enlist, go fight the Spanish?

You and me in the war.
We got a lot of things going for us...

experience, maturity, leadership.

I bet we end up officers.
I'd be Major Parker.

- Parker?
- [Marshall Continues, Indistinct]

Yeah. That's my real name.

- Robert Le Roy Parker.
- No foolin'?

Yeah.

- Mine's Longabaugh.
- No foolin'?

- Long what?
- Harry Longabaugh.

So you'd be Major Longabaugh.
What do you say?

You just keep thinking, Butch.
That's what you're good at.

- ♪♪ [Ends]
- [Marshal] But you're not frightened. No, sir.

You have got respect for me,
and I have got respect for you.

That is why I'm your marshal, and that is why
you and you and you are riding with me!

Am I right?

Well, what do you say?

I say this.

I say, ladies and gentlemen...

boys and girls, friends and enemies.

- Meet the future!
- The future what?

The future mode of transportation
for this weary Western world.

Now, I'm not gonna make a lot
of extravagant claims for this little machine.

Sure, it'll change your whole life
for the better, but that's all.

Now just what in the hell
do you think you're doing?

You got the crowd together,
so I just thought I'd do a little selling.

I'm trying to raise a posse here,
if you don't mind.

Got a short presentation.
The horse is dead.

You don't think
this item sells itself?

[Marshal] Are you going to listen to him,
or are you going to come with me?

Butch, Fanny says for you
to come in to her party, right now.

Cheaper than a horse to keep.
No oats, no mess, no kicks, no bites...

no running away,
no steppin' on your foot.

Well, I think I'll get saddled up...

and go looking for a woman.

Good huntin'.

Shouldn't take more
than a couple of days.

- [Marshal] Folks... friends and neighbors.
- I'm not picky.

Are you going to turn your back
on law and order for a bicycle?

As long as she's smart, pretty...

and sweet...

and gentle and...

tender and refined and...

lovely and... carefree.

[Wind Blowing]

[Screams, Gasps]

Keep goin', teacher lady.

It's okay. Don't mind me.
Keep on goin'.

[Exhales]

Let down your hair.

Shake your head.

Uh.

- Do you know what I wish?
- What?

That once,
you'd get here on time.

[Butch: Ghostly Voice]
You are mine, Etta Place.

Mine. You hear me?

Mine. All mine.

Your soft white flesh is mine.

Soft, white.

[Ghostly Moan]

Meet the future.

- Do you know what you're doing?
- Theoretically.

- [Yelps, Laughing]
- ♪♪ [Singing: Comical]

♪♪ [Ends]

♪♪ [Soundtrack: Pop Ballad]

♪♪ [Stops]

[No Audible Dialogue Over Sequence]

♪♪ [Resumes]

♪♪ [Ends]

You've come to get him
for the Flyer?

Can you believe
I'm broke already?

Why is there never
any money, Butch?

I swear, Etta, I don't know.

I've been working like a dog all my life,
and I can't get a penny ahead.

Sundance says it's because
you're a soft touch...

and always taking
expensive vacations...

and buying drinks for everyone
and you're a rotten gambler.

That might have
something to do with it.

[Sighs]

- Butch.
- Hmm?

Do you ever wonder,
if I'd met you first...

we'd been the ones
to get involved?

We are involved, Etta.
Don't you know that?

I mean, you are riding on my bicycle.
In some Arabian countries...

that's the same as being married.

- [Door Opens]
- Hey,

- What are you doing?
- Stealing your woman.

Take her. You take her.

You're a romantic bastard.
I'll give you that.

[Man]
Everybody, get your heads in.

Okay, open up in there.

I work for Mr. E.H. Harriman
of the Union Pacific Railroad...

- Hey, Woodcock!
- Huh? Butch?

- You okay?
- Uh, well, sort of.

Hey, that's wonderful.
Let's take a look at you.

Well, now, Butch, you gotta have
more respect for me...

than to think I'd ever fall
for a stunt like that.

You can't want
to get blown up again?

Butch, you know that,
if it were my money...

there is nobody that I would rather
have steal it than you.

But, you see, I am still in the employ
of Mr. E.H. Harriman...

of the Union Pacific Railroad.

- [Woman] Start this train!
- Get back up inside, lady.

I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not afraid of anything.

I'm a grandmother and a female,
and I've got my rights.

- We got no time for this.
- You can bull the others, but you can't bull me.

I've fought whiskey,
and I've fought gambling.

- I can certainly fight you.
- We got no time for this.

- Put down the gun, Sundance.
There's no need for violence.
- [Woman] What are you doing?

- What are you going to do to her?
- Whatever you force me to.

- [Woman] Help! Help!
- Me? Well, leave her alone.
You're after the money.

- The money's in here.
- Please! All I want is for
somebody to start this train.

- Somebody, please!
- [Sundance] Open the door,
Woodcock, or tell her good-bye.

[Woman, Crying]
Our Father, who art in heaven...

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...
[Normal Voice] thy will be done...

on earth as it is in heaven.

What am I going to tell
poor Mr. Harriman?

Woodcock, what'd you have to go
and do somethin' like that for?

Well, Butch,
you blew the last one so easy...

I just had to, uh, do something.

Give me that.
Get some more.

A lot more!

Well, that oughta do it.

[Horses Whinnying]

Think you used enough
dynamite there, Butch?

[Laughing]

[Laughing Continues]

[Laughing]

[Train Approaching]

Now, what the hell is that?

[Wheels Squeal]

[Whistle Blowing]

Whatever they're sellin',
I don't want it.

Will you leave it!

Come on! Hyah!

[Gunshot]

- Hey, Butch!
- What?

They're very good!

[Butch]
Split up!

How many of 'em are following us?

- All of 'em.
- All of 'em?

What's the matter with those guys?

Hyah!

[Out Of Breath]

I think we lost 'em.
Do you think we lost 'em?

- No.
- Neither do I. Hyah.

- [Sundance] Take our horses out back.
Feed 'em good and keep 'em outta sight.
- Where's Sweetface?

Just inside. Trouble?

♪♪ [Organ, Softly: Hymn]

Listen, you dirty old man.
I know you're a lying thief, and so do you.

But who 'd know it to look at you?
Get yourself out front fast.

You seen us ride through town
not five minutes ago.

You do this right,
I'll get you an old dog to kick.

Here. Room 9...
the top of the stairs.

[Moans]

[Singing, Muffled]

Hey, you realize
you're driving me crazy...

staring out the window like that?

I swear to you,
Sweetface can handle it easy.

He wouldn't dare louse me up.
He's that scared of me.

♪♪ [Singing Continues]

Hey, Kid, how can I give Agnes
the concentration she deserves...

with you sticking your nose
out the window like that?

[Agnes]
Butch, you're really something. You know that?

Could you be a little bit more specific
about that, Agnes?

- [Horses Approaching]
- Butch!

Okay, Sweetface,
give them a nice smile.

Come on.

Oh, that's a nice touch.

I swear, if he told me
I rode out of town 10 minutes ago...

I'd believe him.

And there they go.

[Sighs]

No, no, no.
Don't ask me to stay.

[Door Closes]

You're the only real man I ever met.

You know that, Butch?

It's not just 'cause of all that money
you got to spend on people.

It's you... the way you're always
looking to see am I happy or not.

A lot of the other girls,
they... they might want you...

just for when you got lots of money
to spend on people.

Me, I...
I don't care about...

- clothes and money and jewels and furs.
- [Horses Approaching]

Things like that.

Lots of the other girls do,
but I never did.

- I always said, "Agnes"...
- [Loud Clatter]

[Man]
Don't move. Stand up.

Put your hands up. Higher.

Now turn around and start...

Get our horses
and come on back here.

Get outta here!
Get outta here!

Get out!

Go on! Get outta here,
you fat-headed beast!

- Come on!
- You're the fat-headed beast. Quit shouting.

Boy, somebody sure trained 'em.

- Which way?
- Well, it doesn't matter.

I don't know where we've been,
and I've just been there.

They can't follow us.
We're safe.

- You really think so?
- I will if you will.

[Butch]
How long you figure we've been watching?

Oh, a while.

How long before you figure
they're not after us?

A while longer.

How come you're so talkative?

Just naturally blabby, I guess.

[Groans] I haven't done so much riding
since I quit rustling.

That's a miserable occupation.

Dusk to dawn,
no sleep, rotten food.

Hey?

I see it.

- Torches you think?
- Uh, maybe.

Maybe lanterns.

- They're following our path.
- Dead on it.

I couldn't do that.
Could you do that?

How can they do that?

Who are those guys?

- You sure this'll work?
- It'll work.

- That's what you said about Sweetface.
- This'll work.

[Butch]
Once they divide up...

we take them, no trouble, right?

Maybe.

Boy, for a gunman,
you're one hell of a pessimist.

They ought to get
to where we split up any time.

They're just about there.

How many of them do you
think will come our way?

I wish we had rifles.

I mean, they got rifles,
but we got surprise on our side, right?

[Butch]
So far, they're doing what we want.

You think we ought
to take them from up here?

Kid, look, you know this work
better than I do.

Is it best here or...
or maybe down there, closer to the trail?

Uh...

Damn it!

They're not going for it.

- Who are those guys?
- I don't know.

- I don't know.
- We got to do something and shake them.

Whatever it is you come up with
is fine with me.

But whatever it is you come up with,
it better be now!

- [Man] What are you doing here?
- Hold on. Just easy, Ray.

What the hell do you mean,
take it easy?

You promised me you'd never
come into my territory.

And we haven't, Ray.
We haven't.

Just because we were friendly
doesn't give you the right to break in.

What do you think would happen to me
if we was to be seen together?

- Just wait a minute.
- I'm too old to hunt up another job.

You could at least have the decency
to draw your guns.

Listen to Butch, Ray.
He's trying to tell you something.

All right.
What do you want?

- A couple of things. We want to enlist, Ray.
- [Scoffs]

In the army, right away.
Go fight the Spanish.

Oh, you're crazy.
You are crazy.

You are, both of you, crazy!

They'd throw you in jail
for a thousand years each.

Come on, Sundance.
Start trussin' my feet.

Here. You seen these before.
Come on!

I'm not gonna take the chance
that someone saw you comin' in.

Ray, we're serious about this.

- You are known outlaws.
- We'd quit.

- That's the point. We would. Is this too tight?
- That's all right.

There's some hankies there in the drawer
you can use to gag me.

This would work.
This'd work, Ray.

Now, you trust us,
and the government trusts you.

So anything you tell them,
they gotta believe it, right?

Why, you've never done
a dishonest thing in your whole life.

And what are you, pushing 60?
We'd quit.

They'd drop all the charges against us.
We'd fight till the war's over.

And they don't even have
to make us officers.

[Laughs]
Oh, that's some proposition, all right.

I mean, they forget all about the years
of thievin' and robbin'.

They take you into the army,
which is what you want in the first place.

There's somethin' out there
that scares you, huh?

Well, it's too late.
You should've let yourself get killed...

a long time ago
while you had the chance.

You may be the biggest
thing ever hit this area...

but you're still two-bit outlaws.

I never met a soul more affable than you,
Butch, or faster than the Kid.

But you're still nothin'
but two-bit outlaws on the dodge.

It's over!
Don't you get that?

Your times is over,
and you're gonna die bloody.

And all you can do
is choose where.

I'm sorry.
I'm gettin' mean in my old age.

Come on. Shut me up, Sundance.

[Horse Galloping]

- [Quiet Rustling]
- [Gunshot Echoing]

[Sputters]
Aw, you're wasting your time.

- They can't track us over rock.
- Tell them that.

They're beginning to get on my nerves.

Who are those guys?

You remember the time
you and me and Etta...

went to Denver that summer
for a vacation?

I'm glad you brought that up, Kid.

That's an important topic,
considering our situation.

- The night we went gambling... You remember?
- We had dinner at the hotel.

Etta had roast beef,
and I had chicken.

And if I can remember what you had,
I'll die a happy man.

- Look out there.
- What?

We got to talkin'
to some gambler that night...

and he told us about an Indian...
a full-blooded Indian...

except he called himself
with an English name...

- Sir... somebody.
- Lord Baltimore?

Lord Baltimore. That's right,
and he could track anybody...

over anything, day or night.

So?

The guy on the ground...
I think it's him.

No. Baltimore works out of Oklahoma.
He's strictly an Oklahoma man.

I don't know where we are,
but it sure as hell isn't Oklahoma.

Aw, it couldn't be him.

Couldn't be him.

I guess.

Whoever it is,
it sure the hell is somebody.

[Footsteps Clattering]

Damn it! Don't they get tired?
Don't they get hungry?

They've gotta be.

Why don't they slow up? Hell, they could even
go faster. At least that'd be a change.

They don't even break formation.
Do something!

[Out Of Breath]

- Kid.
- [Out Of Breath] What?

Who's the best lawman?

Best? How?

You mean toughest
or easiest to bribe?

Toughest.

Joe LeFors.

Gotta be.

LeFors never leaves Wyoming.
Never. You know that.

He always wears a white skimmer.

That's how you tell
it's Joe LeFors...

'cause he wears
a white straw hat.

Look at that guy out front.

Jesus, who are those guys?

- Hyah! Come on there.
- Keep on your feet, you dumb Kid.

Come on!

Go on! Get outta here!
Go on!

What if they don't
follow the horse?

You're the brains, Butch.
You'll think of somethin'.

That's a load off my mind.

[Groans]

[Horses Galloping]

[Water Rushing]

Damn it!

Well, the way I figure it,
we can either fight or give.

- If we give, we go to jail.
- I been there already.

But if we fight, they can stay where they are
and starve us out...

or go for position... shoot us.

Might even get a rock slide started
and get us that way. What else can they do?

They could surrender to us,
but I wouldn't count on that.

They're goin' for position all right.

Better get ready.

Kid, the next time I say
let's go someplace like Bolivia...

- let's go someplace like Bolivia.
- Next time.

Ready?

No. We'll jump.

Like hell we will.

No. It'll be okay... if the water's deep enough,
we don't get squished to death.

- They'll never follow us.
- How do you know?

- Would you make a jump like that,
you didn't have to?
- I have to, and I'm not gonna.

Well, we got to.
Otherwise, we're dead.

They're just gonna have to go back down
the same way they come.

- Come on.
- Just one clear shot. That's all I want.

- Come on.
- Uh-uh.

- We got to.
- Nope. Get away from me.

- Why?
- I want to fight them!

- They'll kill us.
- Maybe.

- You want to die?
- Do you?

- All right. I'll jump first.
- No.

- Then you jump first.
- No, I said.

- What's the matter with you?
- I can't swim!

[Laughing]

Why, you crazy?
The fall will probably kill you.

[Shouting]

Oh, shit!

- [Sundance] Hang on to me, goddamn it!
- [Butch] You're drowning me!

- I can't help it. I can't swim.
- Kid, I'll kill ya!

- You're choking me!
- I can't swim!

I'm telling you, Butch, if I drown,
I swear to God I'll kill you.

[Butch]
Never said I was a great swimmer. I just...

[Sundance]
Great.

[Butch]
Oh! You're choking me!

- Oh, quit complaining!
- You're choking!

You don't have to choke me!

- [Both Shouting, Arguing]
- Let go of my throat!

The papers said they had you.

Was it LeFors?
Did they say?

Joe LeFors? I think so.

- And their tracker?
- Tracker?

- Was it Lord Baltimore?
- I think so. The paper's inside.

You got enough to feed us?

Don't you know I do?

They said you were dead.

Don't make a big thing out of it.

No. Make a big thing out of it.

Hey.

It was Baltimore and LeFors.

- You know who else?
- Who?

- Jeff Carvey, George Hyatt...
- Hyatt?

T.T. Kelliher.

Geez. We lucked out getting away.
You know that?

Why would these guys join up
and take after us though?

Oh, forget it. Bunch like that
won't stay together long.

They will,
if Mr. Harriman has his way.

- [Sundance] Who?
- Mr. E.H. Harriman of the Union Pacific Railroad.

He resents the way
you've been picking on him...

so he's outfitted a special train
and hired special employees.

You've spent the last
couple of days avoiding them.

It's really sort of flattering,
if you want to think about it that way.

A setup like that costs more
than we ever took.

Apparently, he can afford it.

That crazy Harriman.

That's bad business.

How long do you think
I'd stay in operation...

if every time I pulled
a job it cost me money?

If he'd just pay me what
he's spending to make me stop robbin' him...

I'd stop robbin' him.

You probably inherited
every penny you got!

Inherited guys...
What the hell do they know?

You say they're hired permanent?

No. Just till they kill you.

That means
they're still after us, Butch.

And it's gonna be
the same thing all over again.

They'll show up here
sooner or later.

[Butch Chattering]

[Sundance]
Yeah.

Hey, Etta.

I'll get you some more.

[Clears Throat]
Butch and me have been talkin' it all over.

Wherever the hell Bolivia is,
that's where we're off to.

We'll go down there
and play it safe...

maybe keep our hand in
a little bit.

- Uh, Butch speaks some Spanish.
- I can wrestle with a menu okay.

And you speak it good.

And it'd be good cover
goin' with a woman.

No one expects it.

Then we could travel safer.

What I'm saying is,
if you want to go, I won't stop you.

But the minute you start to whine
or make a nuisance...

I don't care where we are...
I'm dumpin' you flat.

Don't sugarcoat it like that, Kid.
Tell her straight.

[Sighs] I'm 26, and I'm single
and a schoolteacher...

and that's the bottom of the pit.

And the only excitement
I've known is here with me now.

So I'll go with you,
and I won't whine.

And I'll sew your socks,
and I'll stitch you when you're wounded.

And I'll do anything you ask of me
except one thing.

I won't watch you die.
I'll miss that scene, if you don't mind.

[Door Closes]

The future's all yours,
you lousy bicycle.

♪♪ [Orchestra: Waltz]

- [Pigs Squealing]
- [Animal Braying]

Well, you know, it could be worse.

You get a lot more for your money in Bolivia.
I... I checked on it.

What could they have here...

that you could possibly
want to buy?

- Geez, all Bolivia can't look like this.
- How do you know?

This might be the garden spot
of the whole country.

People may travel
hundreds of miles...

just to get to this spot
where we're standing now.

This might be the Atlantic City, New Jersey,
of all Bolivia for all you know.

Look, I know more about Bolivia than you
know about Atlantic City, New Jersey.

- I can tell you that.
- Aha!

You do, huh?

I was born there.

- [Can Clatters]
- I was born in New Jersey.

- Brought up there, so...
- You're from the East? I didn't know that.

Oh, the total tonnage of what you don't know
is enough to shatter...

I'm not sure we're not accomplishing
as much as we might here.

Listen, your job is to back me up,
because you'd starve without me.

And, you, your job is to shut up.

He'll feel a lot better
after he's robbed a couple of banks.

[Scoffing Laugh]

Bolivia.

[Butch]
Hell, it's just a bank like any other bank.

You got to move in slowly,
check out everything.

- The thing to remember...
- Don't tell me how to rob a bank.
I know how to rob a bank.

Boy, a few dark clouds
appear on your horizon...

you just go all to pieces,
don't you?

Buenos días, señores.
[Spanish Continues]

[Spanish]

¿Señor?

Adiós.

"This is a robbery."

Esto es un robo.

Esto es un robo.

This is supposed to be
a unison recitation.

I don't know why I have to do this.
He's the one claimed he knew the damn language.

We've been over this before. Your line of work
requires a specialized vocabulary.

- I got nervous. I forgot the words. Shoot me.
- You've had worse ideas lately.

- "Raise your hands."
- [Dog Barking]

Uh. Las manos arriba.

"Raise them."

Arriba.

"All of you, back against the wall."

[Speaking Spanish Haltingly]

"Give me the money."

"Give me the money."

"Give me the money."

This is not going to work, and we're going
to be up all night until you get this.

Now, "Give me the money."

It's on the tip of my tongue, Etta.
I swear it.

Butch, are you still
thinking in there?

What the hell else
is there to do?

Try this one.

"Where is the safe?
Open it."

¿Donde es...

Uh, that's a hard one.

[Speaking Spanish]

That's very good, Butch.

You're a good teacher, Etta.

¡Esto es un robo!

[People Exclaiming, Chattering]

Manos a...

Manos, um...

- ¡Manos arriba!
- They got 'em up! Skip on down!

- ¡Arriba!
- Skip on down!

[Speaking Spanish]

They're against the wall already!

¿Donde es...
Oh, you're so damn smart, you read it.

[Sundance]
A goddamn crib sheet.

Well, a lot of good you did.
You sure didn't help much.

You can't do anything
without a crib sheet.

[Shouting]

For God's sake,
don't drop the money!

I won't drop the money!

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

♪♪ [Chorus Vocalizing: Upbeat]

♪♪ [Continues]

- [Gunshots]
- ♪♪ [Stops]

♪♪ [Resumes]

Isn't that a pretty sight?

Well, we're back in business,
boys and girls, just like the old days.

♪♪ [Vocalizing Continues]

[No Audible Dialogue Over Sequence]

♪♪ [Vocalizing Continues]

- [Explosion]
- ♪♪ [Stops]

[People Chattering, Shouting]

♪♪ [Resumes]

[No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Continues]

[No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Ends]

- [Butch] Jose!
- ¿Sí, señor?

I think we should stay here
and get him and be done with it.

But what if we lose? We saw him
with two guys. But what if he's got 20?

- You don't know for sure it's LeFors.
- I'm a hell of a guesser.

He can't arrest you. It's a foreign country.
He can't take you back either.

He's not gonna take anybody back.
He wants to finish us here.

He's gonna wait for us
to pull another job...

and then he's gonna hunt us down
just like before.

If he misses us, he'll wait for the next job,
and he'll get us then.

Let's finish it now, Butch,
one way or the other.

He's got to wait for us, right,
to pull another job?

Well, what if there
isn't another job?

He can't arrest us,
and he can't take us out of here.

We'll drive him crazy.
We'll outlast the bastard. We'll go straight.

So you want jobs.

You're from the U.S. of A.,
and you are seeking after employment.

Well, you couldn't have picked a more
out-of-the-way place in all of Bolivia...

I'll tell you that.

Gracias, Jesús.

Ordinarily, you've got to wait
to work for Percy Garris.

But this ain't ordinarily.

- [Spits] Bingo.
- You mean there are jobs.

Yes, there are jobs.
There are lots of jobs.

- Don't you want to know why?
- Yeah, why?

Damn it. Because I cannot
promise to pay you.

Don't you want to know why?

Okay, why?

On account of the payroll thieves,
fellow citizens.

You see, every mine around
gets its payroll from La Paz.

And every mine around
gets its payroll held up.

Some say it's the Bolivian bandits...

and some say
that it's the bandidos yanquis.

Could I see that?

Mm-hmm.

Fairly nice-lookin' piece.

Can you hit anything?

Sometimes.

Hit that.

No, no, son. Son.

I just want to know,
uh, can you shoot your piece?

Shoot.

[Spits]
Damn it.

Can I move?

Move? What the hell
you mean, move?

- I'm better when I move.
- Yeah.

Well, uh, considering
that I'm desperate...

and you are just what
I'm looking for...

on top of which you stem
from the U.S. of A...

we start tomorrow morning.

- You mean we got jobs.
- Payroll guard. Damn.

Vámanos a trabajar!

Hey, Chucho! Chucho!

♪♪ [Singing Cowboy]

- ♪♪ [Stops]
- I think they're in the trees up ahead.

In the bushes on the left.

I'm telling you
they're in the trees up a head.

You take the trees.
I'll take the bushes.

Will you two beginners
cut it out?

Well, we're just trying
to spot an ambush, Mr. Garris.

Morons.
I've got morons on my team.

Nobody is going to rob us
going down the mountain.

We have got no money
going down the mountain.

When we have got the money
on the way back, then you can sweat.

Bingo. Move it out!

Morons.

We hit this place in June,
didn't we?

Jones!

Give me a hand over here.

Who am I, Smith or Jones?

Live.

About a half hour more,
and we can start to worry...

as soon as we get
to that pass up there.

We'll be all right till then.

They might try something here.

No. Better cover up there.

[Chuckles]
You got to relax, you fellas.

You got to get used
to Bolivian ways.

You got to go easy.
Damn it! Like I do.

Of course, you probably
think I'm crazy, but I'm not.

[Spits]
Bingo.

I'm colorful.

That's what happens
when you live 10 years alone in Bolivia.

- You get colorful.
- [Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots Stop]

[Sundance]
Where are they?

I can't see 'em.

Let's get out of here.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots Stop]

[Gunshots]

[Speaking Spanish]

Tell them
to leave the money and go.

[Speaking Spanish Haltingly]

[Spanish]

Tell them
we were hired to take it back.

It's our job.

Tell them the money isn't ours.

[Spanish]

[Spanish]

You try telling them again.

It's our job.
The money isn't ours.

[Spanish]

- [Butch Speaking Spanish]
- [Spanish]

- What do you think?
- Not so good.

Can you take the two
on the right?

Kid, there's something I think I ought
to tell you. I never shot anybody before.

One hell of a time to tell me.

[Spanish]

Try for the two on the right.
Go for them dead center.

That way, if you miss a little,
you'll still hit something.

Go. Please.

- ¿Qué?
- Por favor.

¿Por favor?

[Screams, Echoing]

Well, we've gone straight.

What'll we try now?

[Etta] There are other ways
of going straight, you know.

There are other ways
of going straight.

There's farming.

We could buy a place.

I don't know how to farm.

What about a ranch then?

The last time we tried ranching
was during our rustling days.

And even then,
we weren't much good at it.

It's hard. Hours are brutal.

No, you got to be a kid
to start a ranch.

Hey.

Hmm?

I might go back ahead of you.

You mean home?

I was thinking of it.

Whatever you want, Etta.

Maybe I'll go.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Etta's thinking of, uh,
maybe goin' home ahead of us.

Whatever she wants.

I'll go then.

[Sundance]
¡Manos arriba!

- [Sundance] How much you got?
- Ah, it's hardly worth it. The Alpoca Mine.

I tell you,
no more jungle work for me.

You're getting to be an old maid.

Keep your old maid remarks to yourself,
if you don't mind.

I'll work in the city and I'll work in the mountains,
but, from now on, jungle work is out.

- ¿Bandidos yanquis?
- Mm-hmm.

- Tell them to be quiet.
- What's the word?

- Quietas.
- Quietas.

[Chattering]

I tell you, the jungle's a better
cover for payrolls.

Kid, I got a right to my opinion...

and, in my opinion,
there are snakes in the jungle.

I don't work around snakes.
What is this place?

[Coughs]
I don't know. San Vincente, I think.

- ¿Comida?
- Sí, señor.

[Speaking Spanish]

I don't enjoy jungles
and I don't enjoy swamps. I don't like snakes.

- I don't much care for night work.
- Bitch, bitch, bitch.

¡Capitán! ¡Capitán!

[Spanish]

- [Speaking Spanish]
- [Spanish]

[Spanish]

- Muchas gracias.
- Sí.

The specialty of the house,
and it's still movin'.

[Gunshot]

Well, that settles it.
This place gets no more of my business.

- Hey.
- What?

What do you think?
I bet it's just one guy.

[Gunshots]

Don't you get sick
of being right all the time?

[Gunshots]

Reloading.

- That's all I got.
- [Gunshot]

We're gonna run out unless we can
get to that mule and get some more.

I'll go.

This is no time for bravery.
I'll let you.

Loaded.

[Horses Whinnying]

Hell! I'm the one that has to go.

Why you?

'Cause I could never give you cover.
You can cover me.

You can see I'm right,
can't you?

- You go.
- Yeah, why am I always so damn smart?

Here. Give me your gun.

[Cocks Gun]

Okay, go.

Okay.

Go.

- [Braying]
- [Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

- [Gunshots]
- [Whinnying]

[Whinnying]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Grunts]

[Moans]

Is... Is that what you call giving cover?

Is that what you call running?

If I knew you were gonna stroll...

You never could shoot,
not from the very beginning.

And you are all mouth.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

- [Spanish]
- [Spanish]

- Dos hombres.
- ¿Dos hombres?

- Mi capitán, por favor...
- ¿Dos?

- Bandidos yanquis.
- ¿Bandidos yanquis, eh?

- Sí, mi capitán.
- Hmm.

[Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Bolts Sliding]

- I've got a great idea where we should go next.
- I don't want to hear it.

- You'll change your mind when I tell ya.
- Shut up!

- Okay, okay.
- It's your great ideas that got us here.

- Forget about it!
- I don't ever want to hear
another one of your ideas.

- All right.
- Okay.

Australia.

I figured... secretly you wanted to know,
so I told you. Australia.

- That's your great idea?
- Oh, boy, it's the latest in... in a long line.

Australia's no better than here.

- Aw, that's all you know.
- Name me one thing.

- They speak English in Australia.
- They do?

That's right, smart guy.
So we wouldn't be foreigners.

They got horses in Australia. And they got
thousands of miles we could hide out in.

And a good climate, nice beaches.
You could learn to swim.

No swimming.
It isn't important.

What about the banks?

- They're easy. Easy, ripe and luscious.
- [Chuckles]

The banks or the women?

Well, once you've got one,
you've got the other.

It's a long way, though, isn't it?

Aw! Everything's got to be
perfect with you.

I just don't want to get there
and find out it stinks. That's all.

At least think about it.

All right.

I'll think about it.

Hey.

When we get outside...

and we get to the horses,
just remember one thing.

- Hey, wait a minute.
- What?

You didn't see LeFors out there,
did you?

LeFors?

No.

Oh, good.

For a moment there,
I thought we were in trouble.

[Guns Cocking]

Hey.

- [Man] ¡Fuego!
- [Gunfire]

- ¡Fuego!
- [Gunfire]

- ¡Fuego!
- [Gunfire]