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Can I have a drink?

Patio, huh?

Yes.

I robbed the Suyana Mine.

Patio... You know him?

I know snakes, no matter

what hole they crawl out of.

- How many's following you?

- I don't know.

A dozen maybe, I'm not sure.

How far back are they?

A day or two.

Not anymore.

Who are you?

My name is Eduardo.

How much money did you steal, Eduardo?

Not much. Just enough to...

Nobody steals "not much" from

the richest man on the continent.

How much did you steal?

10,000 pounds sterling.

50,000 American dollars,

more or less.

Well, that's 25,000 for me, then.

But you said 6,000.

Look,

the only reason that you're alive

is that you might have some money.

Now you owe me half!

You owe me for every step I take without

a horse, every hour I go without water

and you also owe me for not shooting

your sorry ass the first time I saw you!

- Do you understand?

- Yeah.

Now shut the f*** up

and just follow me.

F***!

Four days without a hat.

This plateau sun is killing me.

Meet me at the cantina.

Keeper.

We only have chicha.

No. I want a pitcher of water.

There's only chicha.

Yeah...

Two Bolivianos.

Give me a drink.

And I want

two boxes of ammunition too.

The same as yours.

- I only have one.

- Okay.

Thanks.

I bought us a couple of mules.

That's all there is around here.

At least buy me a drink.

You'll soon be rich.

Nice pistol.

I should thank you.

I could have died.

The plateau is like hell.

You got no business

judging this land.

And I'm not helping you either.

I'm just trying to get back

what's mine.

Okay.

- So, what do we do now?

- Drink.

- Okay. We agree on something.

- In silence.

Will you get your ass up!

I've got a couple mules here.

Let's get mounted.

Come on!

I'm ready when you are.

Thank you.

If that money doesn't exist,

I'm going to kill you.

And take my sweet time

doing it too.

Shouldn't we move faster?

Last time you moved faster you killed

your horse, don't you remember?

I wouldn't say

I killed my horse.

You wouldn't, huh?

What would you say?

Hey, who do you think you are?

We could get shot any minute now

and you're acting like...

What? Come on.

Enough already!

Go to hell, man!

Go to f***ing hell!

The last miner left 8 years ago.

There were 10,000 people

living here at one point.

Patio was convinced he could

bleed a little more out of it.

So, when I came over from Spain,

he sent me here and had me

searching six months. For nothing.

I know this mine

like I dug it myself.

You'd better.

Are you going to kill me

when you get the money?

Come on, let's get this over with.

Wait.

I have no reason to trust you either.

There's a lot of money at stake.

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