Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il Page #2

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sitting before us...

...Tuco Benedicto Pacifico

Juan Maria Ramirez...

...has been found guilty

by the Third District Circuit Court...

...of the following crimes:

murder, assaulting a justice of the peace...

...raping a virgin of the white race...

...and statutory rape

of a minor of the black race...

...of derailing a train

in order to rob the passengers....

What'd you find out, Shorty?

lf you ask me, it seems like a book!

An armed unit, escorting a cash box

of gold coins, meets a Yankee ambush...

...and only three of them are saved.

Stevens, Baker, and Jackson.

The thing that wasn't saved, though,

was the coins.

But then the Army decides, of course,

it ought to hold a hearing...

...and Jackson's acquitted.

He disappears, and becomes Bill Carson.

l know his name.

But you don't know

just who you're lookin' for, and l do!

And when he's found,

l'd be scared to be put in his shoes!

-Where is Carson?

-All l know is Carson re-enlisted.

The poor guy's minus an eye.

He lives with a girl called Maria,

who'll tell you.

She's a fresh young whore in the territory.

Where is she?

Now, what's the name of that town?

lt's someplace very near....

Santa Ana.

Adis, half-soldier.

Hand me down a whiskey!

Glad they got him.

A man guilty of all those crimes!

People with ropes around their necks

don't always hang.

What do you mean?

Even a filthy beggar like that

has a protecting angel.

A golden-haired angel watches over him.

Of all these crimes, the accused

has made a full, spontaneous confession.

Therefore, we condemn him

to be hung by the neck until dead.

May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Proceed.

Let's get the hell out of here!

What are you saying?

Anybody can miss a shot?

Nobody misses

when l'm at the end of the rope!

You never had a rope around your neck.

Well, l'm going to tell you something.

When that rope starts to pull tight,

you can feel the devil bite your ass!

Yeah, you're right.

lt's getting tougher.

The way l figure...

...there's really not too much future

with a sawed-off runt like you.

What do you mean?

'Cause l don't think you'll ever

be worth more than $3,000.

What do you mean?

l mean, our partnership is untied.

Oh no, not you.

You remain tied.

l'll keep the money,

and you can have the rope.

You filthy, double-crossing bastard!

Of all the stinking, dirty tricks--

The way back to town is only 70 miles.

lf you save your breath,

l feel a man like you could manage it.

Adis.

You filthy bastard! Come here!

Come here! Cut this rope off!

Get off that horse!

Get off that horse! You filthy coward!

lf l ever catch you...

...l'll rip your heart out and eat it!

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