Once Upon a Time in the West
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1968
- 164 min
- 13,210 Views
Hey!
If you want any tickets,
you'll have to go round
to the front of...
Oh, well, I suppose it'll be alright.
What the hell am I doing around here?
They walk in here and...
Ch-ch-ch-ch!
Let's see. I hope I got...
Three?
That'll be seven dollars...
...and 50 cents.
Shh.
No.
Frank?
Frank sent us.
Well, looks like we're...
Looks like we're shy of one horse.
You brought two too many.
Hey, Pa!
Look!
That's enough for now.
It's getting late. Come on home.
Boo!
Timmy.
Maureen, look.
Hmm.
Ah!
What you doing there?
Go inside, quick, and get washed.
or the roast.
Patrick's already left
for the station, huh?
He's getting ready, Pa.
- Damn it, Patrick!
- Coming, Pa.
Ah.
Not bad, I'd say.
Bigger, them slices. What the hell?
We're throwing a party, ain't we?
But these are
the same slices as usual.
Hmm.
Yeah, sure.
As usual.
Maureen.
Soon, you can cut the bread in slices
as big as a door if you want to.
You'll have beautiful new clothes
and you won't have to work no more.
We're going to get rich, Pa?
Who knows?
Patrick!
Wait a minute!
Look at the filth on your boots.
Clean 'em.
The train'll come in and there
won't be no one to meet your mother.
Our mother died six years ago.
Go now, or you'll really be late.
Just a minute. Listen, Pa.
How will I recognise her?
You can't make no mistake, Patrick.
She's young and er...
she's pretty and... she's a lady.
Er...
''For travelling,
and the same straw hat
that I was wearing when we met.''
I'm gonna get
some fresh water from the well.
? Oh, Danny boy
? The pipes, the pipes are calling
? And down the mountain side
? The summer's gone
? And all the roses fall...
Maureen!
What are we gonna do with this one,
Frank?
Now that you've called me by name...
- I saw some fine stock down south.
- That so?
And the prices are good.
- These your valises, ma'am?
- Yes.
- Come, Sarah.
We'll tote 'em for you, ma'am.
Is that true?
- Was yesterday.
- Why didn't you tell your brother?
- Hiya, Gramps.
- Hiya, Bill. We're back again.
Come on. Get a move on, will you?
Ha! Ha!
Get the lead out of your asses,
you redskin warriors.
I got a whole train to unload.
Alright,
chuck down those feed sacks first.
Come on! Come on!
What's the name
of the place you wanted to go?
Sweetwater.
Hmm?
Brett McBain's farm.
McBain? Yeah, sure.
That stubborn red-headed Irishman,
tilling sand for years
out in the middle of nowhere.
Sweetwater! Only a loony like him
could call that stinking piece
of desert Sweetwater.
Sweetwater!
A little more to the right.
Higher. Higher.
Hold it there.
Here they are.
Even got here with their damn rails.
They caught up with us again,
eh, Lafayette? Let's go!
Slow down.
What's the matter with you?
Watch out down there!
Slow down!
Whoa!
Why are we stopping?
I told you I was in a hurry.
Don't the train stop?
What can I do for you, ma'am?
I would like some water,
if it's no trouble.
Water? That word is poison
around these parts
ever since the days
of the great flood.
- You mean you never wash?
- We sure do!
I'd like to use the same facilities
you people do.
You sure can. Just happen
to have a full tub at the back.
You're lucky. Only three people
have used it this morning.
Used it one at a time
or all together?
I can tell
you're accustomed to fine living.
Bet you come from
one of those big eastern cities.
- New Orleans.
- New Orleans!
- You've been there?
- No.
But I got a cousin down there.
She runs a bar.
You know, she...
Jug.
Do you only know how to play
or do you know how to shoot?
Do you know
how to blow music from that?
Pick it up.
You!
You don't know how to play.
Try this one.
Take it.
Go on.
Here.
Bravo.
Hmm.
Cheyenne.
We thought we'd never make it.
It's alright. You're right on time.
To bury my escort.
If I'd waited for you,
I'd be in jail by now.
Hey.
The gun.
You interested in fashions,
Harmonica?
a short time ago.
They were waiting for a train.
Inside the dusters,
there were three men.
So?
Inside the men,
there were three bullets.
That's a crazy story, Harmonica.
For two reasons.
One, nobody around these parts
got the guts to wear those dusters
except Cheyenne's men.
Two, Cheyenne's men,
don't get killed.
That surprise you?
Yeah.
Well, you know music.
And you can count.
All the way up to two.
All the way up to six, if I have to.
Yeah, go on.
Play, Harmonica.
Play, so you can't bullshit.
Only, watch those false notes.
Like so?
Hmm.
This cousin of mine keeps writing me
to come down to New Orleans.
''Come on down. Help me with the bar.
Make a pile of money.''
I don't think
I'd get along in a big city.
It's too full
of fast men and loose women.
Begging your pardon, ma'am. Ah, no.
Now, I'm too used to
He's Timmy.
Yes.
Dear God.
On the day...
On the very day of your wedding.
Poor little miss.
Mrs.
Mrs McBain.
But we all... We thought...
I know.
It was to be a surprise today.
Brett McBain and I were married.
A month ago.
In New Orleans.
I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live.
Whosoever liveth and believeth in me
shall never die. Amen.
- Mr Bennett!
- What's he doing here?
I found this collar
on a nail by the door.
You got no way of knowing,
but this is as good as a signature.
Cheyenne's hand.
- But why?
- Don't worry, Mrs McBain.
We'll make 'em tell us
before we hang 'em.
Let's get moving.
Come on.
Let's go back to Flagstone.
No, Sam.
You go back.
You don't want
to stay out here alone.
Huh. Why not?
This is my home.
You know, Wobbles...
...I'm kinda mad at you.
Frank wasn't there.
- Ow!
- He sent three friends.
I don't know nothing, I swear.
I only arranged the meeting
the way... the way you wanted it.
I don't know why Frank wasn't there.
- I swear to you that I...
- Cos he was at the McBains'.
That's not true.
Cheyenne did that job.
Everyone knows that. We got proof.
That was always one
of Frank's tricks. Faking evidence.
I don't know.
I swear.
I only arranged the meeting. I swear.
I don't know nothing.
Who's there?
Did you make coffee?
Make it.
Didn't sleep a wink.
A pack of turds dressed in black
rode herd on me the whole damn night.
Yeah, but I left them
in the middle of the desert.
If they're lucky, they'll be home
in three days.
I'll do it. You fetch the coffee.
They want to hang me,
the big black crows.
Idiots.
What the hell?
I'll kill anything, but never a kid.
Be like killing a priest.
A Catholic priest, that is.
Yeah, the world is full of people
who hate Cheyenne.
See, I ain't
the mean bastard people make out.
Of course, if somebody
had a mind to kill me...
...it fires me up.
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