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Darn you, Jelly Roll!

You almost gave me a heart attack!

You live alone too much, Thomas.

You see shadows everywhere.

And you see red ones, too!

Those bastards now behave
as if they were the bosses.

When I see them go by
with their rags

and their animals,

I think of all this
sacrilegious waste of blessed land.

Look here.

We are these little flags,

and all this good land is them.

Does it seem right to you?

— It's Indian territory!
— During the days of the conquest,

every Friday, the Spaniards,
for devotion, killed twelve Indians,

and dedicated them
to the twelve holy apostles.

These traditions
should be maintained.

Hundreds of good people would buy
the lands if they were liberated.

It's fantastic business!

In fact! But tomorrow Colonel Pembroke
is arriving to Tucumcari.

They sent him from Washington
to investigate on Cabot.

Today we need a valid reason
to kill the Indians.

Not as when Major Cabot found

those poisoned wells.
— Right, the wells!

We all know that the major
poisoned the wells.

But we also know that in the area,
traces of Indians were found.

If a pretext is needed,
it's easy to make one up. Right?

We'll get an unimportant white man
who lives isolated,

kill him, disguise ourselves
as Indians, and that's it.

Be truthful, Thomas.
You talked to Major Cabot.

Never. Why?

You're saying the exact same things
that he says.

Because we are very practical
and precise people,

pioneers of the old frontier.

No. You two are just made of
the same stuff.

The genius of evil is inside of you.

Cabot is a thief!

So... who have you decided
to skin alive this time?

A GENIUS, TWO PARTNERS
AND A DUPE

Frank! The gentleman is awake.
Take his coffee to him right away.

You're spreading lice everywhere!

And then they'll grow!

You're right in greasing the barrel.

But if I were you,
I wouldn't be satisfied.

I'd file the viewfinder too.

— Why?
— Why?

Sooner later,
the foreigners who come here

get guns stuck up their...

And the viewfinder really hurts!

— Thanks.
— Thanks for what?

That's my name. Joe Thanks.

It's a nice name.

But the treatment won't change!

— I know you.
— You know me?

Yes. You're the town idiot!

Every town has one,
and they all behave as you do.

You wouldn't talk like that
to an armed man.

I'm looking for a man
who's fast with a gun.

How fast?

Like someone who never shoots first,

but if shot at,
never shoots second.

I think we can please you, friend.

A few days ago

Doc Foster arrived here.

Doc, one of these days
we must get up from this table.

And go out,
outside to see what's going on.

Nothing ever happens here.

It's always Sunday afternoon
in this town.

— Three cards.
— Two for me.

— Me too.
— One for me.

Five dollars.

Check.

— Check.
— Ten dollars.

Call.

— Three eights.
— Damn it!

Here. Watch out because it's boiling.

The cards stick to my hands and
I see double. I'd like to go home.

My wife is pregnant
and maybe the baby was born already.

I'm waiting for someone.

Maybe someone is here.

He isn't here.

I'm not here.

— Excuse me, Doc.
— Shuffle and play!

— No.
— Pot.

Check.

— Fold.
— 10 dollars to play.

I'll put 100.

What happens in this game
if you have 4 of the same cards?

It happens that... I fold.

Me too.

Four aces... all together.

I've never seen that in all my life.

Not even when I cheated!

Try this one.

Colt Navy, model 86.

I think these nice people
came here to see the duel.

— Will there be a duel?
— You know how it is here out west.

Two men leave the saloon,

and one stands in front
of the other

with their arms along their sides.

Usually, the legs of one
are apart.

The frightened people
hurriedly leave to find shelter.

And right then, very far away,

a trumpet begins to play
the death song.

The rest is silence.

Only the wind that blows
from the desert.

I'll tell you the rest.

In a few minutes you will be
the most dead man that ever lived.

Yes, yes, yes!

— Go on. I've no time to waste.
— Yes, you're waiting for someone!

Hurry, come!
People, come see!

Filth challenged Doc Foster.

The biggest duel of history!

Doc Foster against Filth!

Whenever you want, Doc!

— Is it your horse, Doc?
— Stop acting like a clown!

A fascinating smile.

It's a magnificent animal.

This way you'll die clean.

Nobody thinks about you.

Poor creature!
He was so thirsty.

Now think about yourself!

Turn around!

Excuse me, Doc.
Shoot whenever you want.

No, Doc.

Listen, people!

Did you like the show? Did you?

There's a way to thank me.
Put money in the hat, friends.

Each will give what he can.

I think it's right.

Give what you can, people,

to the fastest gun in the world!

— Thank you.
— Come on, guys!

You see? Even the wind
is giving us a hand. Watch!

Look at the hat.

Thank you for your generosity.
Thanks.

My show was very risky.
Don't forget that.

Risky for him!

I'm very grateful, people.

Yes, really very grateful.

The performance is over.

Thank you, sir.

— Hey! People are coming.
— It's the military stagecoach.

This is for your collaboration.

— Where is the stable?
— Behind the hotel.

Come on! Tend the horses!

The wild west!

— Silence!
— Please excuse them.

We were waiting for
the new sluts for the brothel.

— Yes!
— Maybe they made a mistake.

The mistake was electing you
as sheriff!

I come from Washington.
I'm Colonel Pembroke.

For your information,
we're headed to Fort Cristobal.

Why didn't Major Cabot
send anyone to receive me?

Yes, permission granted.

Doc, why don't you go back home?

I've no time to kill you anymore.
I have to act out a role.

How ambitious!

Come in.

She was still a little girl.
An immaculate flower!

— Who?
— My sister!

You raped her, got her pregnant,
and promised to marry her.

— Help!
— That's it, yell! Yell!

Let them hear you! Come here!

I want to kill you here
at the window in front of everyone.

— Help me!
— I want revenge for my poor sister

who died of heartbreak.
— This man is crazy!

Help! He's crazy!

— He's not crazy, only impulsive.
— What've you got to do with it?

The beard! The beard!

— This is the key to everything.
— What key?

— The key to a perfect plan.
— Hey!

This isn't your business.
Get out of the way, please.

Great idea, Doc!
But you'll get out of the way.

— What the hell are you doing?
— Go home now.

— Leave me alone!
— I'll get right back to you.

My balls!

An interesting hand! Never
seen such a deep line of fortune.

It's a scar. I disarmed a man
by grabbing a knife by the blade.

The life line is interrupted.
From bad to worse, Colonel.

Death disguised as an Indian
is lurking ahead.

Don't go to Major Cabot.
You'd never get there.

You're crazy too. Right, son?

I have a friend who has
a red beard like yours.

It's fake, but it seems real.

Let's send him to scout the place,
wearing your uniform.

If you care about your hide,
don't go to the fort.

This is what the hand says!

Lieutenant, to arms! To arms!

Soldiers, come now!

Don't bother. It's ok.

An outlaw!

Stop!

You don't look at all like
those ugly thugs on the posters.

Do they make them so ugly
so that they'll frighten people?

They only try to portray
the evil we have inside.

Stop!

Kiss me.

Dad says it's too wild here for me.
He's sending me back to Washington.

I've ever kissed a bandit.
My girlfriends will die of envy.

Kiss me or I will scream.

Yes.

To arms! Run, soldiers!

Stop that madman!
Hurry. Get moving!

He even pulled my beard!

— There's a man on her bed!
— There's a man on her bed!

— Where is he?
— On the bed.

Oh, God!

Our Father, save me.

If you save me this time, I swear
to God that I'll never do it again.

That way!

Go! Damn animals!

Go away! No!

No! The chickens! Bastards!

Leave the white hen! Leave it!

Leave that one alone!

Are you a priest or a chicken thief?

You'll pay me back for it.

Father Felipe,
do you raise chickens in church?

It's not him. You have the wrong man.

— The dogs found their dinner.
— Murderers! God will punish you!

He can't. We work for him!

Look. They left the thinnest ones.

— Murderers!
— Let's not waste more time.

Bill, this place stinks!

It's not stink. It's erotic perfume.

Come on board, people!
Come on!

We're all hot and beautiful.

— Where are you going?
— To talk about business with Madame.

Don't talk to anyone.

Move it, young men,
or you'll lose your connection!

Two-hundred.

Take a better look. It's pure silver.
Consecrated and blessed.

They used to cut the hands
of sacrilegious thieves.

Two-hundred, including suitcase.

Departure for the country
of happiness!

Is there a better way
of spending money?

Let's go, fags!

Only 200?
DO YOU want to gyp me?

— My name is Lucy.
— I'm Jeremiah.

Two-hundred is way too much.
Take it or leave it.

Lucy, it's not a career for you.
Come back. I order it!

Everyone aboard, guys.
The asses will get cold.

Hi, Locomotive.
I was looking for you.

Now that you've found me, we
must say goodbye forever. Let's go.

Come on!

Wait, Bill!
I haven't seen Joe in a century.

— I just wanted to say hello to him.
— You call that "saying hello"?

— Another turn and you'd be pregnant.
— What's wrong with that?

Don't upset him, Lucy! He's jealous.

Jealous?

No! I told you. I picked up
this beggar from the street.

She was a den of fleas.
I washed her and combed her hair.

I had her become a lady.
I have her live in luxury.

I give her food every day.
She cost me a fortune.

So, just because it's you,

if you want her, state your price.

Nothing doing.
Lucy doesn't have a price.

State your price, Joe!
Please, state your price.

Who is it?

No brothers, don't be surprised.

And don't reach wrong conclusions.

I'm here only to carry out
an act of justice.

I am looking for a man
who is here among you.

Here he is. It's him.

— "Ecce homo", Father.
— Now you're even a spy!

You've been touched by grace.

Isn't that so, son?

— Admit it, Bill. You were touched.
— Of course I was touched!

Is the stuff inside there, son?

Are you sure it's that one, Father?

When I found you
half dead in the desert,

why didn't I leave you there?
— Because you don't betray friends.

Nothing is missing.
It's all there.

— Thank the Lord.
— Bravo, Bill!

My brothers,

this man was already
far away from here.

Free and safe.

When, as Paul on the road
to Damascus,

he remained thunderstruck
by the divine light.

Full of remorse, he went back.

He was disgusted with his own self
and his sinful life,

full of shame and disgrace.

— What's he talking about?
— About you.

— About me?
— But his noble gesture

would have remained unknown,

if it hadn't been for this good
Christian among us who was a witness.

Father, I only did my humble duty
of loyal son.

— Of a bitch!
— If a sinner returns,

they sing for joy,
up there in Paradise.

Maybe the song is deceiving you.
We're in a brothel.

You'd refuse an offering for the
only honest man who ever came here?

Come on, friends!

I swear I'll kick in jail
whoever gives less than 5 dollars.

You want to go to jail?

Thank you.

Thank you.

The next time, I'll skin him alive!

Stop singing!
This is a respected brothel!

We don't make fun of religion.

Joe!

295, 300, 310, 315...
Where the heck is it taking us?

— Just worry about counting!
— Where was I?

315, 320...

320 dollars only from
the collection money!

And that slut only offered me 100!

See, Bill?
Honesty is the best policy!

You are rich,
and a priest kissed you.

— How disgusting!
— Bill!

Why do you always want to appear
more disgusting than you are?

Do you think this gentleman
never burps or vomits?

But he doesn't do so
in front of others!

He knows that certain things
are only done in the john.

— He is a proper person.
— That is where you're wrong, Lucy!

Instead of going around
like a filthy gypsy

you'd have spent more time closed
in the john with proper people,

you'd have met Joe before me.

I had a very strange dream.

A ray of the rising sun touched
the tops of the highest mountains

making them look like
they were wet with blood.

The mountain tops formed long
shadows in the boundless valley.

And in the clear sky

you could see the outstretched
and calm flight of a falcon.

— The rustling of the wind?
— No.

It's the wing
that cuts through the air.

— What is this stuff?
— Shh! The hoofs of a horse.

And then...

the legendary figure
on a white horse, emerges.

It's the ancient lord of these lands.

It is the shadow of a dead king
following a man who's running away.

His figure stands out
against the blazing ring of the sun.

He has a sort of halo,
a diadem of eagle feathers

that look like rays of light.
— Who was it?

It was your father.
He was following you.

Your father surely had feathers!
I am a white man.

My face is burned from the sun,
but my ass has a white skin.

— Look!
— What's wrong with being an Indian?

Of having had a father with feathers
or a mother without them?

So what? White, red, black.
What difference does it make?

— We are all children of someone.
— Of course.

I am the son of a woman
who is so white

that the other sluts
called her "sheet".

I'm not lying. I just want
to make things clear.

I am a solitary wolf.
I don't hunt with the pack.

They call me "Locomotive"
because one day, tired of the city,

I jumped on a train
and left everything.

Yes, you left the tribe
where they call you

"the man who took
the steel horse".

— This time you exaggerated!
— And you've ended your trip.

— Are you crazy? You want to fight?
— No.

There are no more tracks!

Jump. Hurry!

— Bill!
— Help!

Oh, God!

Bill! Are you safe and sound?

Yes, but I'm not fit
for such an agitated life.

Who did the project
of a railway that ends nowhere?

Maybe they'll build a bridge
through the valley.

With a city all around.

I remember when
there was nothing here.

Hey! Is this where the railway ends?

This is the end of the
Western Railroad Company.

Everything ends here, friend!

The world ends here, too.

There! Thousands and thousands of
railway tracks. Where's the Pacific?

— Where is the ocean?
— He's right.

— We can't see it here.
— We told the engineer

that there isn't a future
for the railway in this country.

— Where are you going now?
— We're returning to the Atlantic.

We don't give a darn about the
Pacific. We'll look for another boss.

Joe, Bill, come.
There's still some hot coffee.

Hey, easy, Bill!
Try not to get drunk.

I never get drunk.
I just get cheerful.

Do you think you are cheerful?

Indians are naturally gloomy.

Don't get so upset, Bill!

The son of an Indian chief
must control himself.

A chief?
If I had a handful of men...

Real men, with balls!

I'd have all of America cry.

Solitude.

That's what it is.

Solitude of the genius.

Listen, solitary genius,
I have an idea.

I have a proposal
that you should like.

— You want to partner with me?
— It's a great idea!

— We'll have a 3 way partnership.
— He's not talking about that!

— Are you in or not?
— I don't know. It depends.

Who should we make cry this time?

His name is Major Cabot.

— The Indian butcher!
— A man worthy of great respect.

— Nothing doing.
— Listen, Bill.

You made 300 dollars
all by yourself.

The two of us together

could make 300 thousand dollars.

How many dollars did you say?
300 thousand?

They are the dollars that the major
never put in the Indian Agency.

So what should I do?

— Were you a soldier?
— Of course.

— Like all white men.
— With what rank?

Deserter.

Would you like to become a colonel?

Not a bad career!
What do you say, Lucy?

I say that you should have
a uniform!

The uniform is arriving.
But you need a beard too.

Beard? Like this one?

The colonel you must replace
has one. But his is real!

Then I'll grow mine, too.
I just need some time.

Sure! It would be time lost, Bill.

You would never have a beard.

Indians don't have beards.

My beard and other things grow too!
I'm not an Indian.

— What is it?
— Shh!

Something is coming.
A cart or a stagecoach.

He fell for it! It was an imitation.
I wanted to show how stupid

the red skins are. It's crazy!
We're in the age of the telegraph

and they still listen
with their ear to the ground.

— Is it coming?
— Who?

How do I know?

You really think that,
if you put your ear to the ground,

you hear a stagecoach coming?
— Is there an escort?

— No, followers.
— How many?

— Four.
— Indians?

No, the horses have hoofs.
And they are shooting, Joe!

— They are shooting!
— Yes, I know.

How do you know if you don't
put your ear to the ground?

They are shooting at an idiot
with a red beard.

Well, not all field trips
end up well.

Lucy! Joe!

The stagecoach is here.
And so is the idiot!

But the four men on horses
are missing.

Here we are, Locomotive.

But... Mortimer!

What the hell are you doing?
Playing Indians?

It's in style, Bill.

What never is in style
is a witness.

Drop the gun.

I'm sorry, Bill. You shouldn't
have seen what you saw.

Why? What did I see?

You saw the colonel.

And all of us dressed as Indians.

Are you dressed as Indians?

I assure you
that I didn't notice, Mortimer.

You took a good look at us, right?

Did I see you? No! No!

— Then who are you talking to?
— To myself.

I almost always talk to myself.

You know how we prairie people are.

I talk, I listen to myself...

Always with the hope
that someone will hear me.

With the hope that someone
will hear me and answer.

For the love of God, for old times
when we worked together,

you can trust me.

Jelly Roll would disapprove
of what you're about to do, too.

Why don't you answer?

— What are you doing?
— Let's get it over with!

Is this a joke?

Stop! Don't shoot!

— He is my brother.
— Locomotive, tell me

where you got
a little sister like her?

Come forward.
Let me take a better look at you.

Be a good girl
and raise the curtain a bit.

Get undressed smiling,
if you want to save your brother.

To please us, you will have to
go out of your way.

Stop!

Don't touch my girlfriend!

How many are you?

If we exclude women
and disarmed men, there's just me.

But I'm ready to go out of my way
to please you.

Don't get riled up, handsome!

We just want to have some fun
with your little girlfriend.

Yes! Sure, Joe.
Let them have a good time.

In fact, let's all have fun.

They're just four likeable guys.

It's useless to risk, love.
They are too many. Don't you think?

Do as he says, love.

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun, love.

— Darn it! I missed.
— Of course. He moved!

What do you mean?

You learned to shoot still targets
at the amusement park.

You're right in throwing it away.
You're better with bow and arrows.

I was so afraid, love.

Not like this!

If you hug me like this,
you oblige me to state a price.

— Do it!
— Oh, Bill!

What? Why do you call him
"love" and call me "brother"?

The truth is, I can't decide.

I don't understand which of you two
I love the most.

I'm sorry, colonel, but you wanted
to do things your way.

My brave men!
I feel that I am dying.

Don't get too upset.
These things happen.

— Hey! It's real!
— Please...

Don't let me die like this...
in this uncertainty.

— What is it, Colonel?
— Why do you all...

PU“ my beard?

Too bad! We didn't have
the time to tell him.

Soon Major Cabot
will know that the colonel is dead.

Back to where we started from.

Hey, Bill!
You're enjoying being an Indian!

Darn! He's speeding!

He's not going to Cabot!

He's going to Jelly Roll.

By the way, Bill,

what is Jelly Roll like?

Vindictive!

You didn't kill all of them!

— One was saved.
— But three didn't!

Things always have a different value.
Depends on how you say them.

He got rid of them.
He shot between their eyes.

He tossed the gun at me.
I didn't want to kill your men.

Hurry! Get moving!

You distracted the boys
by showing your thighs, huh?

I thought it was nice.
They asked me.

As usual, you only hit fixed targets!
Poor Locomotive!

Right! But I knew it.

In fact, I moved!

— Right!
— I hit six bullseyes out of six!

If they don't move!
But you didn't know

Mortimer would move, right, Bill?

No, I didn't.
How did you do it?

I moved to the right.

It doesn't take much
to hit things in movement!

Now just four of us
know that Colonel Pembrock is dead.

It's a pleasure to deal with someone
who catches things right off the bat!

Hey, Jelly!
What'll we do with Mortimer?

Bury him in the Mexican cemetery.

Where does this guy come from?
He looks bright. Huh, Bill?

You can trust him. He's with me.

I think that you're with him!

Let's not waste time and try
to get the colonel back to life.

Darn it! He's heavy!

So, Bill.
We are not normal people.

We are not normal people,
Major Cabot.

We are Americans!
The backbone of a great country

that must remain attached to us
as the incarnation

of the highest and noblest ideals
of a people...

Enough! Your beard.

— Your beard. Glue.
— Thank you.

It's not bad, huh?
And with pants...

with uniform pants
and with boots...

A little adjusting.

A polishing up.

An overall fixing up.

He could make it, huh?

— I say he's perfect.
— Sure! Perfect!

Then there's no doubt, Bill.
They'll shoot you!

Did you go over the lesson?
Repeat.

We are not normal people,
Major Cabot. We are Americans.

Yes, you know that.
I heard you repeating it all night.

— I meant the instructions.
— Damn it!

I'm already tired of this clown act!

You go to the Fort
pretending to be Colonel Pembrock

and legally confiscate
the 300,000 dollars. Continue now.

Yes, continue!
If Major Cabot doesn't hang me,

I'll charge like a train and arrive
where you'll be waiting for me.

If, instead,
Cabot gives me an escort,

you'll stop the carriage,
aim the gun here

and say, "Everyone stop,
or I'll kill the colonel."

Bravo!

If instead, there isn't an escort,
you won't aim anything at me!

We'll give up the wild west,
and all three go to Paris

to enjoy that money.

— Very well! Perfect!
— Very good!

I don't understand
what you're worried about.

That's enough, Michelangelo.

You ask me why I worry?
Look at him!

He can't be passed off
as a cavalry soldier.

— Nor you for the colonel!
— It's what I say, too!

They won't even let us in the fort.
They'll skin us alive before that!

They'll skin you alive!
It's your hide! Let's go!

There's a wagon moving by itself.

THE MAN WHO SEES FAR AWAY

GREETS THE MAN WHO TOOK
THE STEEL HORSE

Who the hell are you talking to?

To me?
A colonel of the American army?

THE MAN WHO SEES FAR AWAY
WILL NEVER BETRAY

THE MAN WHO TOOK THE STEEL HORSE

It's useless for you to mumble.

I don't understand what you're saying
nor what language you're speaking.

THE HOLY TREE IS DRYING OUT

BUT I BROUGHT YOU A BRANCH

I'll tell you where you should put
that branch!

You must respect him!
He is the man who sees far away.

But I see close up!
If that savage caught me,

imagine Major Cabot
and all the people in the fort.

— What is going on?
— It's the Western Railroad Company

that continues its relentless march
towards the Pacific.

And I have to get off here.
Colonel, good luck.

Since you will be on the road
with that savage, try to help him.

That branch is too long for him.
Share it!

Welcome to Fort Cristobal, Colonel.
I am Major Cabot.

— We are not normal people.
— Later, Dad!

This lady, I presume,
is Miss Pembrock.

Presumably, she's my only daughter.

A lovely flower blossoms
under an open sky,

but its scent is lost in the desert.

Shall we go inside?

— Major, I see a scaffold down there.
— It's for that Indian, sir.

A horse thief. I'll lead the way.

This way.

As you see, I had the best quarters
in the fort prepared for you.

You are a pleasant surprise,
Major Cabot.

To be frank,
I wasn't expecting to meet

such a perfect gentleman
in this horrible place.

— Lovely office, Major!
— Miss,

underneath these coarse uniforms,
there beats a heart.

For example, Sergeant Milton
may look like a beast,

but he's just an overgrown
little boy. This way.

As for the rest,
we are normal men.

We are not normal men, Major Cabot.
We are Americans.

A cigar, Colonel?
Young women and seasoned tobacco

are the diet of a real soldier.

— The backbone of the country...
— Of course, sir.

— Dad, you are smoking!
— Yes! Like a real soldier.

The country's backbone
must remain attached...

If the beard remains attached, you'll
burn alive. Pull it off! Sergeant!

Damn it!

These are the fort's best quarters,
prepared for people like you.

As for you, sweet desert flower,

I'll rip off all your petals,
one by one.

Sergeant!

You're finished, Bill!
You just have to change trades.

— Son of a bitch!
— We'd agreed for you to come here

dressed as the Colonel
and you really do it?

You've become senile!
You suddenly trust me?

My poor Bill!

It's no more fun like this.

Now we must think of
the third member of the group.

Jelly Roll says to be careful.
He's the most dangerous.

What the hell is this guy called?

— Joe Shank.
— What?

— Joe Thanks.
— He surely made it up.

Alright. Now send some men
to look for him.

Where? Jelly Roll says
he wiggles away worse than an eel!

He moves here and there. He's in
front of you and suddenly behind you.

— Where will I look for him?
— That's your problem, my dear!

— Just find him!
— Yes, sir.

I want him here immediately!

What the hell are you doing here?
Who are you?

What do you want?

' An
- Huh?

A little egg like this, with green
and brown spots, yellow lines like...

You know what cow shit looks like?

A small vulture
with a hooked beak...

stretches out its neck a bit
and its wings with few feathers...

The majestic mother vulture
coaxes him, as all mothers do,

and flies down from the sky
with a piece of Carrion in her mouth.

Young man, the desert sun is bad
for you and can perturb you.

Higher up, the vulture father,

with mobile wings
in the light of the sun,

watches over his little one
from above

making sure nobody will disturb him
while he eats the tender rotten meat.

When suddenly...

A tremendous roar
shakes the mountain.

The rock explodes during the impact.

Lethal dust rises and rises,
up to the sky.

The vulture father cries up there.

He cries for the death of his wife.
He cries for the death of his son.

Please, you stop them
before they kill everyone.

— Who?
— The railway people.

With dynamite,
they'll explode the mountain.

They make holes
in the rock and then... Boom!

Everyone dead! Fathers, mothers,
and all their children.

Without considering the fact
that I cannot sleep.

I sleep in a cave
right under Little Rock.

You must make them stop, Major.

— Go away!
— Excuse me.

In town they say
you protect vultures.

It's true! I give them carrions

of those who come here
trying to be wise guys. Out of here!

I said to get out!

Stop!

Just a moment.

— Where did you say you sleep?
— In a cave under Little Rock.

Did you tell anyone else...

Your praiseworthy attention
for vultures...

Did you tell anyone about it
before coming to me?

No, I came straight to you.

Good for you, my boy.

Guard!

All this because I listened to
that stuffed turkey!

The genius said "perfect".

Did you hear Cabot? He is serious!

He said he'd rip off all my hairs,
one by one.

That way you'll learn! Know what's
hidden behind Joe's blue eyes?

— Black treason!
— What's Joe have to do with it?

Jelly Roll is who betrayed us,
not Joe.

Will you keep on defending him
even with a noose around your neck?

Answer me!

I only keep on defending him
because he is a real friend.

And we can count on him.

If you still count on him
to state his price,

forget it, because it's too late!

You can say what you want,

but the only thing that I regret
in all my life, is Joe.

So do I!

300,000 wonderful dollars!

He always thinks of everything and
makes perfect plans. He's a genius!

Know what I'd do to him,
if he were in front of me now?

I'd rip his head off with bites!

Go ahead, but watch out
for your false teeth!

I knew he'd get us out of here!

Sure! But, excuse me, sir.
Am I mistaken or you're

a hotel guest, too?
— The only drawback is the food.

I swear this guy
makes me laugh to death!

Death now has almost
become a pleasure.

Tomorrow morning they'll hang us
and we'll all three dangle together.

— It's true, Joe.
— No, the Indians are pessimists.

Don't you see that everything
is going according to our plans?

Really?

It's like playing pool.
The ball hits the edge,

then hits the other ball
and sends it right in the hole.

What is going on?
Why are you breaking up the camp?

With all the prairies in the west,

to get to the Pacific,
we only encounter mountains.

— We're sick of putting holes in them.
— Don't try to convince us.

We're turning around
and going back to the Atlantic!

We live like moles
just to reach the Pacific Ocean.

And here the rock
is harder than steel.

Milton! This is quartz rock!

The idiots excavated to place mines
and didn't realize it!

This is real quartz!

If you scratch it,
an avalanche of pyrite will descend.

With one pickaxe blow,
we'll be full of gold.

I had the one on the armchair
analyzed.

Pure gold!

Pure gold!

I was right. For 15 years I've said
that there's gold here but no one...

No one believed it.

They took our horses.

It's your turn, Sergeant.
You're the interpreter.

— If they let me talk.
— Let's keep calm.

Tell him I'm willing to give up

a vast rich territory of pastures,
of water and buffalos,

in exchange of this dirty
and useless pile of rocks.

Furthermore, I am ready to sign
a regular treaty cession.

— What did he say?
— That he'll only negotiate

with the red-bearded colonel,
not a son of a bitch like you.

— We're screwed!
— Don't make comments.

Ask him if he knows the colonel well.

He says he's never seen him,
but has heard of him.

Great! In this case,
tell him our colonel

will be very honored to shake
his hand and negotiate with him.

— But Colonel Pembrock...
— Is our appreciated guest

at Fort Cristobal.

— Go on!
— You're only hanging the two of us?

Go on! This way!

I say he's perfect.

Perfect!

This way, Colonel.

Move, idiot!

— Go on.
— Welcome, Colonel Pembrock!

My officers and I
pray that you and your daughter

will accept our modest hospitality
at Fort Cristobal.

Miss Pembrock, may I have the honor
of sitting next to you?

Certainly, Major.

If you promise you won't pull
all my hairs out!

I said petals, miss!

Allow me to introduce you
to all the guests.

Captain and Mrs. Orwell.

Lieutenant Hake.
Mrs. Williams.

Colonel, remember when we were
surrounded by Indians

on the black mountains? Just imagine
a meager cavalry group

trapped on a hill
covered with savages.

At the time I was still
a young lieutenant.

Colonel, what were you?
Major or captain?

I was a general!

I've never seen a more amusing man
than your father.

Me either!

Since there was no way out,
the colonel said to me,

"Lieutenant, we will die together."

— It was a real massacre!
— They killed us all?

— You'll die if you don't cooperate.
— What should I do?

Tomorrow we'll talk about important
affairs with an old Indian.

— What affairs? The 300,000?
— Nonsense!

— What nonsense?
— Your father was asking me

why I didn't receive a medal
and I answered

that the joy of having served
my country is the greatest reward.

We are not normal people.

We are Americans.

— Darn it!
— You lose when you play alone, too?

I need a queen,
and a jack always shows up.

Then change the jack into a queen!

Are you totally crazy
or are you pretending?

— Give me the deck.
— What?

I'll show you.

Jack.

Jack.

Queen.

See? It's easy.

How great it would be
while playing poker!

There's even better for poker. Look.

— A child's game!
— Shall I try?

Why not?

You do it.

You're forgetting these!

I understand! The key to everything

is how to hold the cards.

No, the key to everything
is the one that opens the door.

Here it is! You've a cavity.
Behave, or I'll put lead in it.

Do you mind getting me the keys?
Come on!

Come on!

One, two. One, two. One, two...
Move it!

Platoon, halt!

Left face!

I said left!

— At ease.
— It's hot!

My temples are bursting.

Attention!

— Where do you come from?
— El Paso.

— Do we know each other?
— No, sir.

We surely come from different places.

What sort of place is yours?

A place where men are men!

Then I'll teach you to be
more than men,

meaning soldiers
of the fifth cavalry.

What do soldiers
of the fifth cavalry do?

They fearlessly face the enemy.
They smile at death.

And accept torture
as if it was a beautiful woman.

— Shall we do a test?
— Whenever you want, sir.

— Does that hurt?
— No, sir.

— Why?
— Because I'm in the fifth cavalry.

— Does that hurt?
— No, sir.

— Why?
— I'm still in the fifth cavalry.

— Does that hurt?
— No.

— Why?
— It wasn't my foot, but his!

Silence!

Left...

face!

To the uniform storage room.

Forward...

march!

Hey, you! Stop!

Now I recognize you.
Get that civilian!

Hurry!

Get him! Darn it!

That's the madman who ran away
from prison. Get him!

— Come down!
— No. I like the view.

Come down.
I won't hurt you.

No, no. If I come down,
you'll clobber me.

Go right back to your cell
before Major Cabot realizes it.

I don't want to be a soldier. I don't
give a darn about the fifth cavalry!

Saw that pole!

But...

What are you doing?
Sawing it? Are you crazy?

— Sergeant, stop them, please.
— Have you decided to come down?

Yes. Yes, sir.

No, sergeant. I want to be as
free as a vulture. I'd like to fly.

Hurry! Saw the pole.

Stop them! It's dangerous!
I want to live.

I don't want to die so young!
No! No! No!

What are you waiting for, imbeciles?
Get him out of that cart.

Eat and shut up!

What now?

Right now for you there's
a nice underground cell full of mice.

Go on!
Give me the keys!

— In there?
— Yes, in there.

Go on!

— Where is he?
— I'm up here.

This time, kill him!

Barricade the doors!

Are you crazy?
The cannon is loaded!

Don't shoot! The cannon is aimed
at the ammunition store!

— What do you want?
— I came back to get my hat.

Do you mind, Sergeant?

Not like that, Sergeant. It's empty.

Take a walk around.

Go on!

Give your offering, guys!

— There, in the hat.
— Move it!

Put the money here.

Thanks. Come on, Sergeant! Faster!

Hey, you! Your gun!

Give it to him.

Hurry!

Continue. Not too tight.

Thank you.
Now it's your turn, Sergeant.

Thanks.

— Watch out with that cigar.
— Yes.

Don't ever forget
that you're from the fifth cavalry.

— The war!
— Will you take care of it, Major?

These stupid Indians
fell for it, Major.

You must pay back the army
for two horses and a cannon.

You let that madman get away,
and you talk about stupidity!

Colonel, let's get ready
to receive them. Chair!

Don't pull any tricks,
your girl is in our hands.

— You know what can happen to her!
— You already told me.

Keep cheerful!
It's only a small signature.

It would be easier for me
to kill twenty men with one hand.

Why?

I don't know how to write.

Is he the Indian? We're screwed!
He knows me very well!

— Stop!
— He's known me since I was a kid.

Yes, but now you're grown up
and have a beard.

He's the man who sees far away,
and recognized me even with a beard.

— The chief said...
— I understood. I'm not deaf!

Why do you know his language?

It's a gift of Nature.

— He said...
— I know. I'm not deaf!

I'm not either,
but I didn't understand!

He said he'll sign the document
in front of the Colonel's eyes.

— Even right away.
— Very well!

I'll watch you sign.

Then let's hurry.

— Is everything ready here?
— Yes, Major.

You just have to sign here.

What else does he want?
Colored pearls or a bottle of whisky?

— You tell him, Sergeant.
— No.

You had better say that, Colonel.

The chief says he's happy with the
exchange, but doesn't understand why

you're giving him so much nice land,
rich in pastures and buffalos

in exchange for rock that's
only full of fools gold.

That is what they call pyrite
in these parts.

Fools gold?

It's a classic gyp.
Of course it's gold!

But anyone could buy a pinch
of gold powder in a drugstore.

Like the fake madman
who is the other companion.

The one we all looked for outside
while he was safe here in jail.

What I don't understand,
is why he did it.

I'll tell you!
He was in cahoots with the old Indian

in trying to screw the land from me.
And unfortunately, he did!

He also obliged me to acknowledge
this clown in public

as Colonel Pembrock!

Joe screwed you too, Bill!
He didn't want the 300,000 dollars.

Don't you understand? He just wanted
to return the land to the Indians.

The Indians! It's true.
He was buddy-buddy with them.

They're right. That's why Joe
defended that mummy Indian!

Now I understand the dry branch
and where they wanted me to stick it.

— Make them pay for it.
— Yeah!

— How?
— Major, Joe could have screw...

could have wronged us.

But Bill would never betray a friend.

— Do you prefer being hanged?
— Bill has Indian blood

and everyone knows that Indians
never betray anyone.

Not even those who betrayed them!

They don't, but I do! I'd step over
my mother's and father's dead body!

Don't let them make a fool of you!

If that's what Joe did,
he must have had a good reason.

And I have 1,000 reasons
to pay him back the same way!

No! Not my balls!

I'll have that son of a bitch
pay for this, too!

Now you're talking like a man!

How should I betray, Major?

The idea of dividing those
300,000 dollars isn't wrong at all.

We must only follow
your friend's plan point by point.

But with a slight variation.

— Good morning, sir.
— Colonel, in this briefcase

there's 300,000 dollars to be
returned to the U.S. government.

I officially entrust it to you.

Colonel,
would you sign the receipt?

It's a formality. Any mark is enough.

It was a great pleasure
to have a real lady as a guest.

We will be away three days.
Nobody is to get lazy here.

On my return, I want them
polished and raring to go.

Yes, sir. We will straighten up.
And march every day.

Okay. Thank you.

May I have the honor of commanding
the escort to Albuquerque?

— If I don't?
— Thank you, sir!

May I give you a hand? Thank you.

This is the variation
I was talking about.

When your friend will
hold up the stagecoach,

we'll won't give him the briefcase
with the money, but...

Please, do you mind showing
your daddy

the surprise you are hiding
under your skirt?

To your friend, I was saying,

we'll only give useless paper.

I really want to see Joe's face!

I really want to see his face!

Of course you will. Don't worry.

You will be there
when Joe opens the box.

Colonel, there is an armed man
on the road.

Stop! stop!

— He's not Joe!
— You thought I would trust him?

Hey! They want to kill
Colonel Pembrock!

They want to kill...

Colonel Pembrock!

An ambush! An ambush!

But wasn't it a man in black
on a black horse?

No. It's a white man
on a white horse.

— But it doesn't make a difference.
— It's Joe!

They want to kill
Colonel Pembrock!

That bastard!

— They want to kill the colonel.
— Who? Who?

— Who wants to kill me?
— Me!

Major, order the men
to drop their arms!

He's a murderer!
Do as he says. He's a madman!

You keep calm!

I give orders here.

The colonel's life is in danger.

Do as this man says.

Escort, drop your guns!
That way!

Escort, follow me.

Do you mind giving me the briefcase
with the money?

Major, as your superior, I order you
to give him the briefcase!

I obey, Colonel.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're the loveliest
daughter of a colonel I've ever seen!

Thank you.

But please, don't hurt my father.

Alright, miss.
I'll get him as a hostage.

Surprised??

I think there's been a mistake.

I am just a major.
He is the colonel.

The trip is long, Major.
Come on, hurry!

Come on! On your horse!

Goodbye, Colonel! Miss...

Hurry! Save the major!
Come on, quickly!

Escort, everyone this way!
Follow me!

If you can't save Major Cabot,

at least save the briefcase
with the money!

What should I do, sir?

Follow me!

Stay here and don't let anyone pass.

Yes, Colonel.

Did you see, Lucy? Only I am
the real genius, Locomotive Bill.

Surprised??

Your partner betrayed you.

He was in cahoots with me.

Jelly Roll is coming
with his men

to pay the bill with you.
— Where is the money?

In a safe place. On the stagecoach.

Safe place?
In Locomotive's hand?

I am Major Cabot! Don't shoot!

He's reaching us!

I don't see him anymore!

We made it!

— Did he hit you?
— He hit the helm.

Pass the briefcase, hurry!

— What do you want to do?
— I'm leaving this dump,

and taking the money to a safe place!

I'll wait for you
in the usual place, love.

Faster, you animal!

Hi! Look who's here!

Now.

Stop! stop!

- Stop her!
- Let me go! Let me go!

Now.

Damn it!

Darn...

The mines are about to explode!

Stop everything!

Stop! There are two men down there!

Don't you see there are
two men down there?

I don't want them to die.
They are my friends.

I beg you, save them!

300,000 dollars

gone up in smoke!

Come away, meathead!

Let's go! Come on!

Bill! Are you alright, Bill?

— No!
— What's the matter?

— Are you injured?
— Yes.

— Where?
— Here!

Because there's one thing
I want to know right away!

— What the heck is going on?
— Nothing. Everything is as planned.

Hey! Is the cashier's office here?

Of course it is!
Get in line, guys.

Come on.
There's enough for everyone!

— Come on!
— Hey, boss!

Thank you for entrusting us with
excavation of that mountain tunnel.

— I hope you are satisfied.
— Excellent work.

We almost died suffocated!

— A masterpiece, Joe!
— My partner gets credit for it.

— But he didn't know anything!
— In fact!

He's more successful
if he doesn't know what he's doing.

Your part, Jelly Roll.

To you. You deserved it.

Here. Nice work!

To you. My compliments.

So you betrayed me
without having betrayed me.

More or less!

There are moments in life
when you think money is everything.

But when you have it,

you realize that maybe
it isn't so important.

Hey! You're running away again?

Remember? A ray of sun
lightly touches the mountain tops

that seem to be wet with blood.

The mountain tops form
long shadows in the valley,

and in the clear sky,

the stretched out and calm flight
of a falcon.

— It's the wing cutting the air, huh?
— Yes.

Here we go with the horse again.

This is your stuff, Granddad.
Spend it with good judgement.

YOUR PART, SON.

Why the heck are they all
disguised like this?

Isn't this how you wanted them?

— Goodbye, Joe.
— Why? Where are we going?

Do you realize why I must
stay with him?

Now we'll go have America cry.

And now?

What is the old man doing?
Coming with us?

No, he's staying here.
He represents the past.

You had foreseen everything.

But the falcon... Darn you!

How did you manage
to put the falcon?