Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il Page #3

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l'll skin you alive!

l'll hang you up by your tongue.

l'll kill you! l'll kill you!

Such ingratitude, after all the times

l've saved your life.

You wouldn't leave me here....

Come back!

Wait! Listen, Blondie!

Hijo de una gran puta!

You filthy rats!

Maria.

ls that you, Bill?

Who are you?

What do you want with me?

Go on talking about Bill Carson.

l don't know him.

You were calling to him in the dark!

Where is he?

What are you gonna do?

l'll ask the questions!

Where is he?

Where is he?

That's enough!

l don't know where he is.

He packed his things ten days ago,

and went away with his unit.

They all left.

Which company? Where'd he go?

Third Cavalry, General Sibley.

They left for Santa Fe.

That's all l know. l swear!

l'm very sorry, but the store is closing.

Revolvers?

Revolvers!

Here's where l keep the best ones.

Remington, Colt, Farroute...

...Smith Wesson, Colt, from the Navy....

Jocelyn, another Remington, and this--

That's enough.

Cartridges.

-You wanna try the pistol, just step--

-Let's go.

Cartridge.

How much?

$20.

$50.

How much?

$100.

$200. lt's all l've got!

Come here!

This morning l heard the whole thing.

They say Colonel Canby's closing in

with his Northerners...

...and no later than tomorrow

that they'll be in the city.

That's why these Southerners

are getting out!

You see, as soon as these cowards hear

there are blue shirts around, they run.

-These rebels have no will to fight!

-Poor things.

They'll soon be finished.

We get rid of these bastards...

...then we begin making money

on those Yankees.

They carry gold, not paper dollars.

And they're going to beat the South.

Look, see that one with the white beard

sitting in the wagon?

General Sibley. He looks dead.

He's finally getting out of our hair.

Hooray for Dixie!

Hooray, hooray for Dixie!

Where's the owner of that horse?

Please, mister, sir...

-...a bad heart condition....

-Where?

The war has frightened me already.

l'm looking for the owner of that horse.

He's tall, blond, he smokes a cigar,

and he's a pig!

Where is he now?!

You leave him be! He doesn't know

who rides every horse!

You stay quiet, old hen!

Upstairs. Upstairs, in Room 4, seor.

Hear that?

You rotten criminals, how dare you?!

Your spurs.

There are two kinds of spurs, my friend.

Those that come in by the door...

...and those that come in by the window.

Take off that pistol belt.

lt's empty.

Mine isn't.

Even when Judas hanged himself,

there was a storm, too.

That could be cannon fire.

Cannon fire or storm,

it's all the same to you!

You ever see this before, my friend?

Throw it over the roof beam.

That's it.

And get on that!

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