Alias viento negro Page #2

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So you don't die of heatstroke.

Live or die, I don't care,

but we need hands here, got it?

Drink!

Juanjo!

PAYMASTER:

Get in line! Get in line!

I run this line!

Order, or nobody gets paid!

-Order, guys, or nobody gets paid.

What's happening, big fella?

-Not much, man.

Now that the camp's moved,

what'll you do with all that money?

Well, go see a movie,

stroll around the park,

and walk in the trees for a lark.

Ticket.

Well, what do we do now?

Go swimming, to the movies,

or to a bullfight, eh?

We're screwed, guys.

All this dough, and nowhere

and nohow to spend it.

But I'll tell you one thing:

One day soon, air-conditioned Pullmans

will pass through here,

and the riders will even have a bar

to serve them ice-cold beer...

...and won't know what a pain it was

to lay down the track.

What can you do...

Picuy, how about a pun contest?

You name the wager.

As for me, like the poet said:

"I avoid the action, so as not to..."

Picuy!

What's up, man?

-Still hoarding money?

What's the use here?

-Well, to buy a piece of land.

Work it with my kids

and become independent.

That's why I endure this sun...

...patiently.

All right.

Picuy, the boss is calling.

On a Sunday?

What'll you do with all that dough?

-Me? Send it all home.

Same here, man.

Me, I'll have a few pun-offs.

What's that, eh?

Who knows, man.

Maybe it's a mirage.

Ghosts? Please...

Where the hell did

this dude come in from?

I came from Sonorita.

Me, Ulalio Indian.

Well, the "Indian" bit's clear,

but your name must be "Eulalio".

No.

Ulalio.

Okay, man. You win.

Take this and get lost.

I no ask you for money.

I look for boss to ask for work.

Work here?

See that guy in the black boots?

He's the boss.

He'll give you work.

But you have to call him Major.

You got that? Major.

I understand.

You're a real SOB, Tiny.

Poor bastard, doesn't even

know what's coming.

First thing tomorrow,

have these repainted. -Yes, sir.

Major.

Why did you hit me?

I only came to ask for work.

Get treated in the infirmary...

...and report to work tomorrow.

I need gutsy men like you...

...to build railroads.

Pablo!

Yes, sir?

See that he gets clothes and food.

-Follow me.

What happened, Manuel?

An embarrassing incident for me.

It's here! It's here!

Picuy.

Private Not-Worth-A-Toss

at your service, boss.

Quit clowning around and tell the Greek

to set up 500m from camp.

Got it? 500m from camp!

Not an inch less!

Got it, sir. Not an inch less.

God save us from their breasts

and their thighs.

Take care, guys!

On this, we really need

to look the other way, Manuel.

Let's hope there

are no disturbances.

Stop, Monkey.

I'm getting some tonight,

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