Django Kill... If You Live, Shoot! Page #4

As far as I'm concerned,

you can have your justice.

I'm looking for something else.

Come with me, Willie.

He will talk.

And if not, someone else will.

- We're at your service, Mr. Sorrow.

- You'd better be.

Meanwhile, let's see what miracles

our friend Pancho can perform.

Herman 0.

Hermano, we'd like to know

whether we're staying or leaving.

- I think I'll stay.

- We knew it.

Here. Give him something to drink.

Drink. it's good for your hair.

Pancho, you must save him.

I have no use for his corpse.

I'll do my best, Mr. Sorrow.

Go on. Do it.

Stop screaming.

It's just a scratch.

Keep going, Pancho. Hurry up.

He'll be better in no time, right?

And he'll be eager to tell us his life stow.

A horrific story full of crime and murder.

I don't want to hear it.

I'll leave.

I love autobiographical memoirs.

I can't wait to hear it.

I hope the word of good citizens like us

will carry a lot more weight

than the lies of a criminal.

No, Templer.

I'll have my usual raspberry syrup drink.

Good for you, Pancho. You got it.

He's as good as a real doctor.

- But this is gold

- Gold?

- Gold?

- Gold!

Hold him, Larry!

- Get the knife!

- What are you doing?

Stand back.

Back!

What have you done, you idiot?

You killed him.

Forgive me, Sorrow. I've searched for gold

in vain my whole life, and he's full of it.

- It's true.

- He's full of gold, Mr. Sorrow.

A golden bullet.

Someone must be joking with us.

Why? isn't he dead?

Gold is an infallible way to kill someone.

No doubt about it, he's dead.

But he's an expensive dead guy

for any gunslinger.

Thirty bucks a pop.

An investment with a good return.

I think I've earned my 500 dollars,

right, Mr. Templer?

What? 500 dollars?

- Since when are you so generous?

- It's not for me.

- It's for the public good, Mr. Sorrow.

- Weeds must be killed at all costs.

You mustn't value gold much

if you use it for bullets.

Gold has its uses.

Here are your 500 dollars, stranger...

if this is what you came for.

Right now, what I need is a bed.

You can pay me tomorrow.

I'm in no rush.

- Is there a room for me, boy?

- Yes, sir, right away.

- He looks like he came from far away.

- Like all vagabonds do.

What should we do with this guy?

Listen to me, Templer.

In this town,

no one does anything for nothing.

You were in a hurry to kill them all,

and the stranger gave you a hand.

Now that guy can't talk.

They were too dangerous.

We couldn't wait.

I'm not talking about them,

but about what they had.

A load of gold.

That's what I want,

not that stranger's bullets.

Come up with that gold!

I don't have time to waste!

You're ill informed, Sorrow.

Or maybe one of them got away.

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