All language subtitles for The Good, the Bad and the Ugly 1966 Theatrical Cut 2160p Arrow GBR UHD Blu-ray DV HDR HEVC FLAC 1.0-UNITED24.en-GB.sdh

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(Gunfire)

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(Coyote howling)

(Coyote howling)

(Coyote howling)

(Wind howling)

(Door rattling)

(Gunshots)

(Groans)

(Horse neighing)

(Cockerel crowing)

(Slurping)

(Cockerel crowing)

You're... from Baker?

Tell Baker that I told him
all that I know already.

Tell him I want to live in peace,
understand?

There is no use
to go on tormenting me!

I know nothing at all
about that case of coins.

Now that gold has disappeared,

but if he'd listened,
we could have avoided this altogether.

I went to the army court.

There were no witnesses.

They couldn't uncover any more.

I can't tell Baker
what happened to the money.

Go back and tell him that.

Word's around you had a visitor.

And Baker knows it.

Name of Jackson.

Well, Jackson was here...

...or Baker's got it all wrong.

He's not wrong.

Maybe Baker would like to know
just what you and Jackson had to say...

...about the cash box.

That's not what I'm being paid for.

I'm only interested in what name
Jackson's hiding under now.

Why do you think Jackson
may be assuming another name?

I would've found him already.

When I start off to find somebody,
I find him.

That's why they pay me.

Ah.

What is Baker paying you?

That your family?

- Yes.
- (Chuckles) Nice family.

What does he pay you
for murdering me?

(Chuckles)

Five hundred dollars.

To get the name.

The name.

Carson... Bill Carson.

That's what he calls himself now.

(Cockerel crows)

That's a lot of money.
One thousand.

A thousand dollars?

And some in gold.

It's a tidy sum.

Hmm!

But when I'm paid,
I always see the job through.

Argh!

(Snoring)

(Gasps) It's you.

Any information?

Too much.

He said quite a bit
that should interest you,

and one or two things
that interested me.

Such as?

The name Jackson's
hiding under is Bill Carson.

Ah.

That's your bit.

Keep talking.

He also mentioned something
about a certain, uh... cash box,

which just happened to disappear.

- That's my bit.
- Anything else?

Not enough for you, eh?

Well, you don't have to worry.

He'll never say anything
to anybody again.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Perfect.

Here. Here you are.

Here. This is for you.

You did a good job for me.

Worth five hundred dollars.

(Coughs)

Yeah. I almost forgot.

He gave me a thousand.

I think his idea was that I kill you.

(Laughing)

But you know the pity is,
when I'm paid,

I always follow my job through.

You know that.

No! Angel Eyes...

(Muffled screaming)

(Laughing)

(Gun cocking)

No. No pistol, amigo.
It won't do you any good.

There are three of us.

Hey, amigo.

You know you've got a face beautiful enough
to be worth two thousand dollars?

(All laughing)

(Man) Yeah.

But you don't look like
the one who'll collect it.

A couple steps back.

(Groaning)

(Chuckles) Thank you.

How much are you worth now?

How much?

Two thousand dollars.

- That's right, two thousand dollars.
- Yeah.

Two thousand dollars.

(Laughing)

Phooey!
¡Hijo de puta que te parió!

You'll pay for this!

I hope you end up in a graveyard

with the cholera and the rabies
and the plague!

Cut me loose! Cut me loose,
you filthy bastard!

Put me down!

I hope your mother ends up
in a two-dollar whorehouse!

Cut me loose! Cut me loose!

You can still save yourself.

Let me go, and I'll pardon you.

Let me go.

I think I feel sick.

The blood is bursting through my...

I'm dry, Blondie.

Agua...

Water!

(Laughing)

You swine!
You son of a bitch! Let me go!

You're brave with a man who's tied up!

Come back!

Come back and fight!
You... bastard!

Who the hell is that?

One bastard goes in,
another comes out.

Cut it out! Cut it out!

I'm an honest farmer!
I'm innocent of any...

So, you're an honest farmer.

- You recognise this man?
- Eh?

Yeah, it's you.

Me? Who says so?
You can't even read.

Yeah, roll it up. Roll it up.

I'll give you a good idea
where you can put it.

To hell with all you sheriffs and deputies
and all who gave birth to you.

Hey, everybody, look, look.
He's giving him the filthy money.

Judas. You sold my hide.

But you won't enjoy any of that money,
not a penny.

If there's justice in the world,
that money will go to the undertakers.

Every penny of it.

You know who you are?
Huh? Huh?

You want to know
whose son you are?

You don't, I do.
Everybody does.

You're the son of a thousand fathers,
all bastards like you.

And your mother... your mother!

She's... You bastard!

Your mother...
It's better not to talk of her!

I never hurt anybody!

(Man) "Wanted in fourteen counties
of this state,

"the condemned is found guilty
of the crimes of murder,

"armed robbery of citizens,
state banks and post offices,

"the theft of sacred objects,
arson in a state prison,

"perjury, bigamy,
deserting his wife and children,

"inciting prostitution,
kidnapping, extortion,

"receiving stolen goods,
selling stolen goods,

"passing counterfeit money,
and contrary to the laws of this state,

"the condemned is guilty of using
marked cards and loaded dice.

"Therefore, according to the powers
vested in us,

"we sentence
the accused here before us

"Tuco Benedicto Pacifico
Juan Maria Ramirez..."

- Known as "The Rat".
- "...and any other aliases he might have...

"...to hang by the neck until dead.

"May God have mercy on his soul."
Proceed!

(Grunts)

- Hiya!
- (Clamouring)

Five for you.

One, two three, four, five for me.

Five for you...

and five for me.

Know how much you're worth now?

No. How much?

Three thousand dollars.

Uh... huh!

There are two kinds of people
in the world, my friend.

Those with a rope around their neck,

and the people who have the job
of doing the cutting.

Listen, the neck at the end
of the rope is mine.

I run the risks.

So, the next time,
I want more than half.

You may run the risks, my friend,
but I do the cutting.

If we cut down my percentage...

Cigar?

Liable to interfere with my aim.

Hmm!

But if you miss,
you had better miss very well.

Whoever double crosses me
and leaves me alive,

he understands nothing about Tuco.

(Laughs) Nothing.

(Man) "...wanted
in fifteen counties of this state.

"The condemned standing before us,"
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..."
- No!

"...statutory rape
of a minor of the black race,

"derailing a train
in order to rob the passengers..."

- Hey, Angel Eyes.
- "...bank robbery, highway robbery...

"...robbing an unknown number
of post offices, breaking out..."

- What'd you find out, Shorty?
- If 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.

I know his name.

But you don't know
just who you're looking for, and I do.

And when he's found,
I'd be scared to be put in his shoes.

- Where is Carson?
- All I know is Carson reenlisted.

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's she?
- Now, what's the name of that town?

Someplace fairly near.

Santa Ana.

Adiós, half-soldier.

Hey, Luke,
hand me down a whisky.

(Man) "...and the sheriff's office
in Sonora.

"The condemned hired himself out
as a guide to a wagon train.

"After receiving his payment in advance,

"he deserted the wagon train
on the hunting grounds of the Sioux Indians."

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?

"The condemned is also guilty of..."

Even a filthy beggar like that
has got a protecting angel.

- (Man) "...as a Mexican general."
- A golden-haired angel watches over him.

"For 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 trying to say -
anybody can miss a shot?

Nobody misses
when I'm at the end of the rope.

You've never had
a rope around your neck.

Well, I'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.

It's getting tougher.

The way I figure,

there's really not too much future
with a sawed-off runt like you.

What do you mean?

Cos I don't think you'll ever be worth
more than three thousand dollars.

What do you mean?

I mean, our partnership is untied.

Oh, no. Not you.
You remain tied.

I'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 seventy miles.

You know, if you save your breath,
I feel a man like you could manage it.

Adiós.

You, you... you filthy bastard!
Come here!

Come here! Cut this rope off!
Get off that horse.

Get off that horse,
you filthy coward!

If I ever catch you, Blondie,
I'll rip your heart out and eat it!

I'll scalp you!
I'll skin you alive!

I'll hang you up by your thumbs!
You pig! You vulture!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

(Tutting)

Such ingratitude,
after all the times I've saved your life.

Where are you going?
Wait a minute. This is only a trick.

You wouldn't leave me here.
Come back!

Wait! Blondie! Listen, Blondie...

¡Hijo de una gran puta!

(♪ Men singing)

(All laughing)

(Man) I believe madam is home.

Sweet dreams, and many thanks
from the Seventh Cavalry!

You filthy rats!

(Angel Eyes) Maria.

Honey?
Is that you, Bill?

Bill!

(Shrieks)

Who are you?
What do you want with me?

Go on talking about Bill Carson.

I don't know him.

You were calling to him in the dark.

- Where is he?
- What are you gonna do to him?

I'll ask the questions.

Where is he?

(Groans)

Where is he?
Where? Where? Where?

- Where?
- (Groans)

That's enough!

I don't know where he is.
He packed his things ten days ago.

He went away with his unit.
They all left.

Which company?
Where'd they go?

Hmm?

Third Cavalry, General Sibley.

They left for Santa Fe.

That's all I know, I swear!

(Gasping)

(Taking deep breaths)

But, but...

I'm very sorry,
but the store's closing.

Mm-hmm.

(Chuckles)

Revolvers.

Yeah, revolvers.

Revolvers.

Well, here's where
I keep the best ones.

Here. Remington, Colt,
a Roat, Smith-Wesson,

Colt, Navy,

Joslyn, another Remington.

- And this one is...
- That's enough.

Cartridges.

You want to try the pistol?

- Just step out back.
- Let's go.

Move. Move.

(Laughing)

- Cartridge.
- Mm.

- How much?
- Twenty dollars.

(Laughs) No!

Fifty dollars.

How much?

A hundred dollars.

Two hundred dollars.
It's all I've got.

Here.

Mm.

Come here.

- Aaa...
- Aaa...

(Laughing)

- Huh?
- Mm-hmm.

This morning,
I 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
a Blue Shirt's around, they run.

- These rebels have no will to fight.
- (Woman) 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.

I'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.

Uh, upstairs.
Upstairs in room four, señor.

Hear that?

- You rotten criminals. How dare you?
- Shh!

(Spurs clinking)

(Distant cannons firing)

(Groaning)

Your spurs.

(Tuco laughs)

There are two kinds of spurs,
my friend -

those that come in by the door,

those that come in by the window.

Take off that pistol belt.

It's empty.

- Mine isn't.
- (Cannons firing)

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.
- (Cannons firing)

That's it.

Now, get on that.

That's right.

Now make sure the rope is tight.

It's got to hold the weight of a pig.

Now put the rope around your neck.

That's very good.

It's too big for your neck, huh?

We fix that right away.

I have another system,
a little different than yours.

I don't shoot the rope.

I shoot the legs off the stool.

Adiós.

(Grunts)

(Coughs)

(Grunts)

(Man) "We have found the accused,
Thomas Larson, alias Shorty Larson,

"guilty of the following crimes:

"horse theft, theft of supplies
belonging to the Union Army,

"theft of supplies..."

- (Gun clicking)
- "...belonging to the Confederate Army,

"wounding two vigilantes,

"assault and battery
on one named Barry O'Keefe,

- "perjury, blackmail, robbery..."
- (Laughing)

"...escaping from a state prison,

"disturbing the peace, pandering..."

- And Shorty?
- "...highway robbery, forgery and murder.

"Therefore, with the powers vested in us
by the laws of this state..."

- No.
- No?

"...we have condemned
the aforementioned Thomas Larson,

"alias Shorty Larson,
to hang by the neck until dead.

"May God have mercy on his soul."

Proceed.

(Groans)

Sorry, Shorty.

Move. Come on, let's go.

(Chuckles)

I don't know. As soon
as I hit the desert, I'm thirsty.

Burns, huh?

They say people with fair skin
can't take too much.

(Laughs) Like that,
you won't have to carry so much.

Where we going?

Where?
Where I'm going, amigo.

Over that way.

Another hundred miles of beautiful,
sun-baked sand.

Even the armies are afraid
to march through there.

Sibley's men are retreating up there.

Canby's men are coming here.

But no one will set foot in this hell...

...except you and me.

One hundred miles,
that's a nice walk.

What was it you told me
the last time?

Uh, "If you save your breath,
I feel a man like you could manage it."

(Laughs)

And if you won't manage it,
you'll die, only slowly.

Very slowly, old friend.

(Laughing)

After you, please.
Start walking.

Taking a rest?

Come on, Blondie.
We don't have very far to go.

Only seventy miles.

Only eight-and-a-half hours more
before sunset.

That's not too bad.

Come on.

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

And so, Blondie...

...it's goodbye.

(Distant rumbling)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, boy.

Easy, easy... ugh! Easy, easy!

Attaboy. That's nice.

(Flies buzzing)

(Creaking)

(Man moaning)

Water. Water.

Two hundred thousand in gold.

It's yours.
Just get me water.

What's that you say?

Who the hell are you?

Carson.

My name is Bill Carson now.
It's Carson.

Surprise attack.

- All dead. My name is Jackson.
- Yeah.

- Not Carson.
- Carson, Carson, yeah, yeah.

Glad to meet you, Carson.
I'm Lincoln's grandfather.

What was that you said
about the dollars?

Two hundred thousand, all mine.

Was the Third Cavalry's.

Baker has nothing.

The gold, I hid the gold.
The gold is safe.

Where? Where, here? Here?

- Talk.
- In the cemetery.

- Which cemetery?
- The one on Sad Hill.

There's a grave by...

Which grave? Have a name?
Have a number?

Come on, you dummy, talk.

There's no number.
There's a name.

- Uh?
- It's written...

Yes?

(Choking)

Water.

You talk first, huh?
I'll give you water later.

Sad Hill Cemetery, OK.
In the grave, OK.

But it must have a name
or a number on it, huh?

There must be a thousand,
five thousand.

Don't die, huh?

Don't die.
I'll get you water.

Stay there.

Don't move.
I'll get you water.

Don't die until later,
you son of a...

(Roars)

Get away from there.

- He's dead.
- Yeah.

I'll kill you.

If you do that,
you'll always be poor,

just like the greasy rat
that you are.

If I were you,
I'd keep me alive.

What did he tell you?

- Huh?
- A name.

- Huh?
- A name on a grave.

What name?

Blondie, don't die.

Blondie, don't die.
I'm your friend.

Please don't die. Please.
I'm your friend.

Come on, Blondie. Come on.

Blondie?

I'll help you. I'll help you.

Don't move. I'll be right back.
Here's the water.

Don't die like that pig.

Hey, Blondie, here's water.
Water, Blondie.

Don't drink, don't drink.
It's no good for you.

Feel better?

Blondie,
what's the matter?

Please, don't die.

- I've got a very sick man here.
- But we have no more beds here.

Let him have yours.

- Where's Padre Ramirez?
- Father Ramirez.

He's away at the moment.

He should be back any day now.

Well, it doesn't matter.

For the moment,
we take very good care of my friend.

And may God be praised.

In case you didn't know it,
God is on our side, too,

because he hates the Yanks,
huh, Blondie?

Blondie?

- Father, is he still breathing?
- (Father) Yes, of course.

(Tuco) You're heavy.

There.

All right,
put a fresh bandage on him.

Put him in my cell.

Easy.

(Father) Out, soldier.
Out you go. Come on.

Look out for him, please.
He's like a brother to me.

Hey, Father, I...

Uh... Father, did he speak?
Did he say anything?

Father, did he ask for me?
Did he speak about anything, Father?

Oh, no, he hasn't spoken as yet.

But you mustn't worry.
He's both young and strong.

That's what's kept him going until now.

He should regain his strength
in a very short time.

Thank you, Father, thank you. You don't know
how much this boy's life means to me.

Thanks be to Jesus.
Thanks to all of you.

(Church bell rings)

Blondie?

Hey, Bl... Blondie?

(Chuckling)

Hey! The old father tells me
you'll be up and around in a few days.

You're very lucky to have me
so close when it happened.

Think if you'd been on your own.

- (Moaning)
- Look, I mean, when...

When one is ill,

it's good to have somebody close by,
friends or relations.

Do you... have parents, Blondie?
A mother?

Not even a mother.

No one?

You're all alone, huh?
Like me, Blondie.

We're all alone in the world.

I have you, you have me.

Only for a little while, I mean.

It had to happen now.

Ugh, what a dirty, rotten trick of fate.

We could have all that money
in our hands.

I must tell you the truth, Blondie.

In my place, you would do
the same thing.

I-It's all over for you now.

There's nothing
anyone can do anymore.

(Sobbing) God help me.

It's my fault.
Mine, mine, mine, mine.

I'll... I'll tell you one thing, Blondie.

If I knew that my last hour had come,
I swear...

in my place, in your place,
I would do the same thing.

I would tell about the gold.
Yes. Yes, I would.

I'd tell the name on the grave.

After all, what good is the money to you
if you're dead?

I know the name of the cemetery,

but you know how many graves
there are there?

Please...

Blondie, please,
have a little, huh? Here.

Uh... coffee.

Please, tell me the name

on... on the grave.

If I get my hands
on the two hundred thousand dollars...

...I'll always honour your memory.

I swear,
I'll always honour your memory.

(Whispers) Come closer.

Tell me.

Why, you dirty...

I'll sleep better

knowing my good friend
is by my side...

...to protect me.

"Tuco, water."
Well, here's water.

But if I get that name from you,
I'll give you water.

All right, you dirty skunk,
get your ass off the bed.

Come on, come on,
the party's over.

The wagon is all ready to go.

From the way the wounded
are pouring into this place,

we'd better get the hell out of here
before we get caught up in the war.

- Tuco, Father Ramirez is back.
- Yeah.

Um... this is something
I have to look into.

It'll only take a minute.
Get moving.

- Where, this way?
- Yes.

Huh! Hey, Pablo.

(Chuckling)

Don't you recognise me?

(Laughs) It's me, Tuco.

Let me embrace you. Ah...!

Ooh!

I don't know the right thing.

I was just passing by here,
I said to myself,

"I wonder if my brother
remembers his brother."

Did I do wrong?

It doesn't matter.
I'm very happy.

You have seen me, Tuco.

Yeah, well,
I'm very glad I came.

Oh, my uniform?

It's a long story.

But let's talk about you.
It's more important.

You look very well.

A bit thin, perhaps, but...
(Laughs)

You were always thin,
eh, Pablito?

What about our parents?

Only now do you think of them.

To begin after nine years.

Nine years?

So, it's nine years. (Laughs)

Nine years.

Our mother has been dead
a long time now.

Our father died
only a few days ago.

That's why I was away.

He asked for you to be there,
but there was only me.

And you?

Outside of evil, what else
have you managed to do?

It seems to me
you once had a wife someplace.

Not one, lots of them.

One here, one there,
wherever I found them.

Go on, preach me a sermon, Pablo.

What good would that be?

Just keep on the way you're going.

Go away.

- And the Lord have mercy on your soul.
- Sure, I'll go, I'll go.

While I'm waiting for the Lord
to remember me,

I, Tuco Ramirez,
brother of Brother Ramirez,

will tell you something.

You think you're better than I am.

Where we came from,
if one didn't want to die of poverty,

one became a priest or a bandit.

You chose your way,
I chose mine.

Mine was harder!

You talk about Mother and Father.

You remember, when you left
to become a priest, I stayed behind.

I must have been ten, twelve.
I don't remember which, but I stayed.

I tried, but it was no good.

Now I will tell you something.

You became a priest because you were
too much of a coward to do what I do.

Tuco.

Please forgive me, brother.

(Church bell rings)

Uh, my belly's full.

Nice guy, my brother.

I didn't tell you
my brother was in charge here?

Everything.
Like the pope almost.

He's in charge in Rome.
Yeah, yeah, my brother, he say to me,

"Stay, brother, don't go home.

"We never see each other.

"Here there's plenty to eat and drink.
Bring your friend, too."

Whenever we see each other,
he never lets me go.

It's always the same story.

My brother,
he's crazy about me.

That's so. Even a tramp like me,
no matter what happens...

...I know there's a brother somewhere
who will never refuse me a bowl of soup.

Sure.

Well, after a meal,
there's nothing like a good cigar.

(Grunting)

Hey, wake up, you.

- The troops are coming. Come on.
- Blue or grey?

They're grey like us. Let's say hello to them
and then get going.

Hoorah! Hoorah
for the Confederacy!

Hoorah!
Down with General Grant!

- Hoorah for General... What's his name?
- Lee.

Lee! Lee!

Wahey! God is with us
because he hates the Yanks, too!

Hoorah!

God's not on our side
cos he hates idiots also.

(Corporal) Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Prisoners of war, forward...

...march!

Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four...

Halt!

Left face!

Form a single file.

Move!

- (Corporal) Mark Foreman!
- (Foreman) Present!

- (Corporal) George Foster!
- (Foster) Present!

- (Corporal) Jonathan Frost!
- (Frost) Present!

- (Corporal) Richard Mobberley!
- (Mobberley) Present!

- (Corporal) Nathaniel Sullivan!
- (Sullivan) Present.

Robert Clark!

Present.

- Sam Richmond!
- (Richmond) Present!

Bill Carson!

Bill Carson!

I said, "Bill Carson"!

(Whispers) Hey! Hey, Blondie,
isn't that Angel Eyes?

(Corporal) All right,
what's he doing, sleeping?

Bill Carson!

Yeah, and you
better be Bill Carson.

Bill Carson!

Yeah, that's me.

Please, Carson...

...answer, "Present."

- (Chuckles)
- What are you, deaf?

(Groans)

Now suppose
you say "present," Carson.

I like big, fat men like you.

When they fall,
they make more noise,

and sometimes they never get up.

Wallace.

That's enough.

Sergeant!

The Captain wants to see you
right away.

Be sure these two get good treatment.

Hey, Blondie, did you hear that?

Good treatment.

Yeah.

For the last time, Sergeant,

I'm telling you, I want the prisoners
treated as prisoners.

No more brutality!

There's hundreds of prisoners out there,
and only a few men to guard them.

What am I supposed to do?
I have to have respect.

I think that you'll manage to gain the respect
by treating them better.

Are our men treated that well
in Andersonville Camp?

I don't give a Goddamn
what they do in Andersonville.

While I'm in charge here, the prisoners
are not to be tortured, or cheated...

...or murdered.

- (♪ Fanfare)
- Is that an accusation?

Sergeant,

gangrene is eating my leg away,
not my eyes.

I know that prisoners here
are being robbed systematically.

I know there's scum around
who are bivouacked near the camp,

waiting for someone to deliver this loot.

But as long as I'm Commandant,
I won't permit any such trickery.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Just as long as you're the Commandant.

Yes, Sergeant.

Huh...

I know this leg means
I won't last very long.

But I pray I can manage to have
enough time to amass evidence

and bring to a court martial

all those who discredit and dishonour
the uniform of the Union.

Uh... (Breathes heavily)

I wish you luck!

You and the others
better lay low for a few days.

No, I'll keep this. You go.

Wallace will let you know.

Wallace, bring me Carson.

Right.

Listen, Angel Eyes said
for us to lay low for a few days,

but we'll keep close enough
to keep an eye on things.

Come on, saddle your horses.

Get in.

- (Door locks)
- Huh!

(Angel Eyes) Come on in, Tuco.
Don't be bashful.

There's no formalities here.

It's been a long time.

You're hungry.

Sit down, eat.

I knew it, I knew it.

The minute I saw you, I said to myself,
"Look at that pig, Angel Eyes.

"I'll bet he got himself an easy job.

"And he never forgets a friend."

I never forget old friends, Tuco.

Right.

It's good to see old friends again.

Good.

Especially when they've come
from so far away

and have so much to talk about.

And you do have a lot to talk about,
haven't you?

Mm!

You were captured near, uh...
Fort Craig.

Mm-hmm.

Well, if you were with Sibley, that means then
that you were coming from Santa Fe.

Mm-hmm.

(♪ Fanfare)

Was it hard crossing the desert?

Mm-hmm, very hard. (Chuckles)

Especially if you don't
have anything to drink.

Why are you going under
the name of Bill Carson now?

One name is as good as another.

Not wise to use your own name.

Like you.

I'll bet they don't call you Angel Eyes.

Sergeant Angel Eyes.
(Laughs)

Like a little music
with your meal, Tuco?

Music?

Yes, it's very good,
very good for the digestion.

So...

Bill Carson's a fake name, huh?

Mm.

That fake, too?

Bill Carson's name's written in it.

Have some.

It's Bill Carson's tobacco.

Argh!

♪ Bugles are calling

♪ From prairie to shore

♪ Sign up and fall in

♪ And march off to war

- (Grunts)
- ♪ Drums beating loudly

♪ Hearts beating proudly

- ♪ March blue and grey
- (Grunts)

- ♪ And smile as you go
- (Grunts)

♪ Smoke hides the valleys

♪ And fire paints the plains

♪ Loud roar the cannons

♪ Till ruin remains

♪ Blue grass and cotton

♪ Burnt and forgotten

♪ All hope seems gone

- (Choking)
- ♪ So, soldier, march on to die... ♪

Was Carson dead or alive
when you found him?

♪ Count all the crosses

- What'd he tell you about the money?
- ♪ And count all the tears... ♪

I... I don't know
what you're talking about.

♪ These are the losses

- ♪ And sad souvenirs
- Argh!

♪ This devastation

- ♪ Once was a nation
- More feeling!

♪ So fall the dice

♪ How high is the price?

♪ There in the distance

♪ A flag I can see... ♪

You can sure consider yourself
much luckier than your pal.

Wallace will punch your friend
as long as the song goes.

So many of us have had
a session in there.

(Grunting)

♪ How ends the story?

♪ Whose is the glory?

♪ Ask if we dare

- ♪ Our comrades out there
- How's your digestion now?

- ♪ Who sleep... ♪
- You'd better talk.

I have nothing to tell you.

(Grunts)

(Groans)

Argh!

Play that fiddle, you!

♪ Count all the crosses

♪ And count all the tears

♪ These are the losses

- (Groans)
- ♪ And sad souvenirs

♪ This devastation

- ♪ Once was a nation
- (Screaming)

- ♪ So fall the dice
- Enough! Enough! I'll talk! I'll talk!

- ♪ How high is the price
- (Sobbing)

♪ We pay ♪

What did he say
about the money?

It's b... It's b...

It's buried in a grave.

Where?

Sad Hill... Sad Hill...

Sad Hill Cemetery.

Which grave?

I... I don't know.

I don't know, I tell you.

Blondie.

Ask Blondie.

He knows the name on the grave.

Blon...

B...

Blon...

The war's over for you.

Put those clothes on.

Why?

We're going for a ride.

- Where?
- To find two hundred thousand dollars.

I know the name of the cemetery now,

and you know the name of the grave.

You're not gonna give me
the same treatment?

Would you talk?

No, probably not.

That's what I thought.

Not that you're any tougher
than Tuco,

but you're smart enough to know
that talking won't save you.

And Tuco, is he...

Mm-mm. No.

Not yet.

But he's in very good hands.

You've changed partners,
but you still got the same deal.

I'm not greedy.
I'm only taking half.

There's two of us.

It should make it easier
than just one.

Yeah.

Hold it.

That's it, don't move.

Now, don't breathe.

Still. That's it.

Got it. Thank you.

(Indistinct chatter,
train horn blares)

Hey, Corporal,
afraid he'll get lost?

Where's the rebel going?

To hell, with a rope around his neck
and a price on his head.

Yeah.
Three thousand dollars, friend.

That's a lot of money for a head.

I bet they didn't even pay you
a penny for your arm.

(Grunts)

I told you once, friend,
if I ever get you down,

you're gonna need a lot of help
to get up again. A lot.

(Train horn blaring)

You're a lot luckier than that one there.

You get some proper rope
when you're all finished.

And there isn't any partner this time
to shoot you down.

(Grunts)

Get on!

(Snoring)

Sure would like to put
your paw on it, huh?

I would like to piss.
It's rough.

I've been shaken up on this train
nearly ten hours now.

You smell like a pig already,

but let's try not to make things
any worse.

Get going.

I can't while you're watching me.

(Train horn blares)

(Screams)

(Grunting)

You made a lot of noise,
my friend, huh?

(Train horn blares)

(Grunting)

(Muttering)

You don't want to break our friendship, huh?
Well, I'll break it.

♪ Bugles are calling

♪ From prairie to shore

♪ Sign up and fall in

♪ And march off to war ♪

(Train approaching)

March halt.

Take your places.

Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

Slim, take care of the horses.

(Explosion)

(Gunfire)

(Tuco muttering)

I've been looking for you
for eight months.

Whenever I should've had
a gun in my right hand...

...I thought of you.

Now I find you in exactly
the position that suits me.

I had lots of time to learn
how to shoot with my left.

(Gun cocking)

(Groaning)

(Breathing heavily)

(Groans)

When you have to shoot, shoot.
Don't talk.

Every gun makes its own tune,

and it's perfect timing, Large One.

Clem, follow him.

(Tutting)

Oi... oi... hup!

(Banging on door)

Just a minute.
I'll be right there.

Just give me a little time to get dressed,
and I'll open up.

(Gun cocking, he gasps)

Put your drawers on
and take your gun off.

Hey... Hey... Hey, Blondie,

how the hell did you
get out of that pigsty?

My own way. I'm here
with your old friend, Angel Eyes.

You talked, you traitor.
You talked.

No, I didn't talk.

If I did, I probably
wouldn't be here now.

You, me...

So, only you know
your half of the secret?

Mm-hmm.

(Laughs) Blondie,

I'm very happy you're working with me,
and we're together again.

I get dressed,
I kill him and be right back.

Oh, listen, uh...
I forgot to mention...

...uh, he's not alone.
There's five of them.

Five?

Yeah, five of them.

So, that's why you came to Tuco?

It doesn't matter.
I'll kill them all.

- They shot him at close range.
- (Bomb whistling)

Well, look who's here.

The other one will be along.

They'll come looking for us.

Watch out.

There's two of them.

I want that blond alive.

You, back there.

Come on, let's go.

Were you gonna die alone?

(Bomb whistling)

(Coughing)

(Whistles)

Halt!

Hey, Blondie,
Angel Eyes is mine, huh?

All right.

Uh...

Huh!

"See you soon..."

(Stammers) I... Idi...

- "Idiots."
- Hmm?

It's for you.

How peaceful and quiet, amigo.

- Like a cemetery, for instance?
- (Muttering)

There should be a bridge
across that river.

We'd better wait for nightfall.

Trust in me, Blondie. (Laughs)

I... I got a good sense
of where I'm going.

Tuco has taken you this far.
I will take you all the way...

Gentlemen.

- Tell the Captain.
- Yes, sir.

Come along now.
Follow me.

(Soldier) We found them
near the perimeter, sir.

Where do you hail from?

Illinois.

And you?

I... I'm with him.

Any reason for being around here?

Uh, we... we want to enlist, General.

You better learn to distinguish rank.

I'm a Captain.

Get the hell out.

It sure as hell might be you today,
So go write your will.

Yes, sir.

So, you want to enlist?

You gotta take a test to prove it.

Well, show me.

(Laughs)

You've got a career.

At the least,
I'd say you'll make Colonel.

- Really?
- Sure. (Laughs)

Like it says in the manual,

"You've got every qualification
to become an expert in the use of weapons.”

For this, sir,
is the most potent weapon in war.

The fighting spirit's in this bottle.

Volunteers.

You want to enlist, hmm?

Let's go.

Come on, gentlemen, come on.

Shooting hasn't begun yet.
We still have time.

Yes, because soon you can join
the gallant heroes of Branson Bridge.

We have two attacks a day.

Two attacks a day?

Sure, the Rebs have decided
that damn bridge is the key to this whole area.

Stupid, useless bridge.

Flyspeck on headquarters' maps.

And headquarters has declared
we must take that ridiculous flyspeck...

...even if all of us are killed.

Otherwise, the key will get rusty
and just be a spot on the wall.

And that's not all.

Both sides want the bridge intact.

Intact is how the South wants it,
and we want it intact, too.

You'll all turn to dust,
but one thing is sure, boys,

Branson Bridge will stand unbroken.

Is it bad to speak the way I do
to volunteers?

I've done a lot worse.

I've done it.
I've blown it up. Boom.

In here,
I've destroyed it all.

It's a court-martial offence to imagine,
to dream of blowing it up.

A serious crime.

Even to think of destroying
that bridge is just...

Why not really blow it up, Captain?

Yeah, Captain, it's nothing.
Let's scare the hell out of them.

(Laughs)

I've been dreaming about it.

I've even worked out a plan.

I sure have.

The best time is after the attack

when there's a truce
to get the wounded.

If I could do it, I could save
many thousands of men.

(Explosions, men clamouring)

But what I lack is the guts.

They're beginning
their daily slaughter right on time.

Captain, all companies
are awaiting your orders.

Be right there.

Let's go.

All right, friends,

come along
and enjoy the spectacle.

(♪ Trumpet blowing)

Companies, report!

(Soldier 1)
Company B ready!

(Soldier 2)
Company E ready!

- (Soldier 3) Company D ready!
- (♪ Fanfare)

Companies, forward!

(Clamouring)

Hey, Blondie, it looks like the Captain
is really asking for a bullet in his guts.

Yeah.

I've never seen so many men
wasted so badly.

I have a feeling it's really gonna be
a good, long battle.

- Blondie?
- Huh?

The money's
on the other side of the river.

Oh?

Where?

Uh... (Chuckles)

Amigo, I said the other side,
and that's enough.

But while the Confederates are there,
we can't get across.

What would happen if somebody
were to blow up that bridge?

Yeah.

Then these idiots would go
somewhere else to fight.

Maybe.

(Bomb whistles)

(Grunts)

(Soldier) Doctor, quick,
the Captain's wounded.

Hurry, a stretcher.

Easy. Easy now.

Get things ready.

A little of this will help.

Take a slug of this, Captain,

and keep your ears open.

(Grunting)

(Soldier) What are you doing?
No, leave me alone.

Blondie, hey!

You realise
we might be risking our lives.

Yeah.

And if I get killed, you'll never get your hands
on all that beautiful money.

- Huh?
- Yeah, Tuco...

...it sure would be a pity.

Oi!

Doc...

Doctor, could you help me
live a little more?

Expect good news.

Uh...

Uh...

Why don't we tell each other
our half of the secret?

Why don't we?

You go first.

No, I think it's better that, uh...

...you start.

All right.

The name of the cemetery is...

...Sad Hill.
Now it's your turn.

Mm?

The name on the grave is...

...Arch Stanton.

A... A... Arch Stanton?

Are you sure?

Yeah. Sure, I'm sure.

(Snoring)

(Breathes heavily)

(Groans)

(Tuco) Wah! Wah!

It'll be a lot easier with that.

Two can dig a lot quicker than one.

Dig.

You're not digging.

If you shoot me, you won't see
a cent of that money.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

Cos there's nothing in there.

- Why, you son of a...
- You thought I'd trust you?

Two hundred thousand dollars
is a lot of money.

We're gonna have to earn it.

How?

I'll write the name
on the bottom of this stone.

The gun.

(Groans)

You pig. You want to get me killed?
When'd you unload it?

Last night.

You see, in this world,
there's two kinds of people, my friend.

Those with loaded guns,
and those who dig.

You dig.

Where?

Here.

(Tuco stammers) Un-k-k... Un-k...

There's no name on it!

There's no name here either.

You see,
that's what Bill Carson told me.

It was the grave marked "Unknown"
right beside Arch Stanton.

Go ahead.

(Laughing)
Blondie! It's all ours, Blondie.

You're joking, Blondie. You wouldn't...
You wouldn't play a joke on me like that.

It's no joke.
It's a rope, Tuco.

Now, I want you to stand up there
and put your head in that noose.

Well, now,
seems just like old times.

Four for you...

...and four...

...four for me.

(Choking)
Hey, Blo... Blon... Blon...

(Horse neighing)

Hey, B... Blondie!

Sorry, Tuco.

(Choking)

Blondie!

Blondie!

Blondie!

Blondie.

(Creaking)

Blon...

- Blondie!
- (Creaking)

(Choking)

(Muttering) Son of a bitch!

Blondie!

(Creaking)

(Screams)

Hey, Blondie!

You know what you are?

Just a dirty son of a b...!