Django Kill... If You Live, Shoot!

My gold.

My gold.

You won't get far, Oaks.

You won't get far.

Relax, hombre.

- The water.

- Relax, hombre.

So much gold for everyone, at the river.

Come on, take your clothes off!

Come on down!

You swim like a bastard.

Quit it! Stop joking around, you idiots!

The Mexicans are attacking us!

The guns,Joe! The guns!

Adelante!

Let's not waste any time.

Hurry up! Get it down.

Help me.

Come on, hurry up.

Hombre!

- Whiskey and women forever!

- Tequila, you mean.

- I'll buy you a ranch.

- More gold than in the Virgin's statue.

- Hug me, Miguel!

- I'll give you a kiss, hermanol

Nice things have to be earned.

This gold will last a lifetime.

When luck presents itself,

you have to grab it.

What a huge heist.

Oaks, what are you doing?

Talking to yourself?

Hey, listen.

Shouldn't we divvy up the loot?

I want to be in Mexico by nightfall.

I was talking to myself

about how huge this heist was.

Sure, we all did it together.

It was more of a party among friends.

Lots of gold, lots of laughter.

But it's time to divvy it up.

Don't you agree?

Divvy it up with whom?

The desert sun is messing with Oaks's head

like tequila on an empty stomach.

He says he doesn't know

who to divvy up the gold with.

Did you hear that?

That's what he said.

Sure, they heard me.

They heard me.

I've traveled too far to put my hands

on these bags of gold.

I've had to withstand the stench

of your greasy skin.

We're not divvying up gold

with any dirty Mexicans.

Stick 'em up!

Qu pasa?

You too.

Hands in the air, greasy skin.

Shoot!

Don't let him get away!

Shoot!

it's not loaded, half-breed.

Like all bastards, you're not that smart.

Always working.

Always working

with a pickax and a shovel.

That's our destiny.

That's right.

A nice big grave for the lot of you.

You can play dice underground.

Am I right, boss?

Killing us without even offering us

a glass of tequila first.

It's just not right.

Aren't you glad? You'll be able

to speak your Spanish for all eternity.

No gringos will be there to stop you.

You can have a nice chat with the devil!

What about you, half-breed?

What will you speak?

English or Spanish?

I've never made such distinctions

with my friends,

and you know it.

You're a pig!

I've never felt closer to you,

with all the gold you're leaving me.

It's so hot.

We need some water.

What are you doing?

Don't let him get away!

The horses!

He's hamstringing the horses!

Get him! Quick, run!

- He's ruining the horses.

- Run, quick!

Bravo, muchacho.

Run! What are you waiting for?

Catch him!

Help the horses!

Wait! Don't shoot!

They're getting away!

You won't get far without the horses, Oaks!

Go the other way, Charlie!

The other way!

Don't let the horses escape!

Hurry. We're wasting time.

- Now we're really in trouble.

- We have to hurry.

- I have a bad feeling, Charlie.

- I say we mow them down.

You won't get far, Oaks!

Fire!

Here's your gold.

Yes, it's your gold,

the gold you died for.

We made bullets out of it.

It's deadlier than lead.

Now that you've seen the fire of death,

this is the only use you'll have for gold.

We will stay with you and serve you,

but you must tell us

about the green pastures you've seen

and from which you have returned.

You, who have seen them

in the blinding light of death,

you must tell us about the great herds,

about our people, our great dead chiefs.

You will tell us about all this,

and we will follow and serve you.

No, Uncle!

Stop!

You're a bastard!

Bastard!

Get a load of this place.

What a shithole.

This is a strange place.

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