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He would have been released tomorrow. He didn't make it.

The other will. His brother, Pedro Ortiz.

-He gets to bury him. -Shoul d've been the other way around.

Come on, get in line.

Tomorrow you're as free as that one up there.

Pablo could've come with me. lt wasn't meant to be.

I envy you both. Another year in jail will kill you.

No talking. And hurry up.

Don't worry. As soon as I get my men together, I'll get you out.

Even if it's going to be my last ride.

The Last Ride To Santa Cruz

-Who's there? -Open the gate.

The key.

-Did you kill them all? -You think they'd send you flowers?

Saddle up. Fast!

Help. An attack.

-First roll and already a win. -A big bottle of tequila.

-Next round. -And one for the piano player.

-Thanks. -What's taking so long?

-What is it? -There's no drinks.

No more for today. l'm closing.

Can we have one more round? And one for the piano.

-You're loaded again. -I didn't notice.

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I'll be on my way then.

-I'll get you your money. -I'm in no hurry.

-Does the shirt fit? -Like a glove.

How does he like his hat? Real quality, hard to get.

That's why I turned to you.

And because nobody needs to know who's buying clothes for Pedro Ortiz.

And the Colts. Can't get better guns than that.

I would like to see him in his new hat and shirt.

He's visiting friends.

Now we're doing business, you'll find a...

Hardly. We're leaving. Tomorrow your new life starts.

A new life.

If you need anything, a ranch, a silver mine, Hanky has it all.

-We're crossing the border. -The best of luck, then.

-In case I don't see you anymore. -You won't.

One never knows. And he should be careful with his hat.

Good night.

That's it, we're closed.

-How about you? -This is a lousy place.

-We won't be coming back. -I won't miss you.

-She's just kidding. -It's more fun over there.

I don't understand people who leave their whisky standing.

-Cut it out, go home. -In a moment.

I just have to clean up the glasses, that's all.

-So, are we -Yes.

-Who's he? -Carlos, a friend of Pablo.

-He promised him... -That I could ride along.

-Pedro, you swore to me... -I'll keep my brother's promises.

-It wasn'tso bad. -Justa nice evening stroll.

Just a little fun in the twilight.

How long do I have to wait this time if they catch you again?

No one is going to lock me up again.

Open up. Sheriff Logan here.

Give it to me.

Hide him.

José. Yes?

I'm coming. Do you have to bust my door?

-Where's Ortiz? -How should I know?

If you want him, look for him yourself.

Come, sheriff. Take a seat and join the game. We're also waiting for him.

-So he isn't here? -Is this an interrogation?

-Three men sprang a prisoner from jail. -Tough guys, it seems.

-Seven people got killed. -Terrible.

-And Ortiz has disappeared. -Says who?

-Ortiz, have you been in jail? -Several years. You know that.

-This evening, I mean. -I got out in accordance with the law.

He wants to know if you raided the prison earlier.

-Like I'm in a hurry to get back. -Where were you tonight?

I can't tell. A gentleman isn't supposed to embarrass a lady.

-Is that true? -Sheriff, why so indiscrete?

It's true. He was with me all the time.

Ortiz, here's some advice. Leave. We don't want people like you here.

As if I would want your filthy town. You don't have to throw me out.

I'll gladly leave. Tomorrow morning.

Go to hell.

He doesn't want us either.

-Alright, alright. -So that's what you were up to.

-An evening stroll. Seven deaths. -We had to.

Fernando, get Carlos some clothes, he has to leave tonight.

Show him the way to the watering place, where we'll meet.

We'll ride out before noon. Through the main street.

In plain view. We have nothing to hide.

Darling, what's wrong? Don't be afraid.

In three days we're at Sierra Diablo to retrieve the money.

Then our new life starts.

-Who's this? -My piano player.

-What are you doing here? -I was sleeping.

I always doze off when I'm drunk.

-Are you going to kill me for sleeping? -You're a drunk and drunkards talk.

-Maybe he didn't drink too much. -Sure I did.

-I always doze off when I'm drunk. -Pedro, he's harmless.

-Why all this talking? -I know you, sir.

I've always admired you. You're Pedro Ortiz.

-I've heard all they say about you. -And what might that be?

-What's all this drivel! -Are you crazy?

If they find him it's worse than having him talk.

-Okay, we'll take him along. -Thanks, mister.

For now.

We'll take a rest here.

-There's no shadow here. -It's a good spot.

Can I help you?

-You take care of your own horse. -Yes, sir.

-Water, señora? -How much longer is he tagging along?

I've done many things in my life. I've herded cattle.

I know how to make a smokeless fire.

I was a gold digger, I can cook, take care of horses, polish boots.

I can help you with all kinds of things. I'll gladly do that.

In Mexico, I've heard people talk about Pedro Ortiz.

I listed carefully. They're still talking about it.

-How you eliminated General Tejo. -So, what did you hear?

Tejo was dining with a lady. He said: Tonight, we'll drag Pedro Ortiz in here.

I jumped through the window and said: Here he is.

-And that business with the rich rancher. -Lopez. You've heard about that too?

-Everybody is talking about it. -How he drowned.

-In his own wine barrel. -Yeah. What's your name?

-Rudi, sir. -Rudi? Polish my boots, Rudi.

-Yes, sir. -You see? They remember me.

General Tejo, the hacienda.

And the holdups.

-What do you mean? -The last one, the stagecoach.

-Half a million. -I wanted it, and I got it.

They got you too.

I mean, it doesn't matter what they think about you.

-You're free, and the half a million... -Is still mine. Right?

Exactly, that's what I meant.

Can l?

-We only need to collect it, right? -Right.

But... Cut it out.

I'll make a small detour.

-Via Santa Brejida. -Santa Brejida?

What do you want there?

-Rex Kelly. -Yes.

I've spent two years in jail because of him.

-Pablo isn't here because of him. -Rex is dangerous. Forget about him.

Never.

If there's one person I wouldn't want to see, it's him.

I thought we we'd get the gold and enjoy it.

-Were you thinking the same thing? -Yes.

If there's a chance to get Rex Kelly, I'll join in, of course.

If I ever dream tof a place, almost every night, it's Santa Brejida.

And its sheriff.

-I need your help, Rex. -I'm not the sheriff anymore.

I've been one for two years, in which I managed to lock him up.

Exactly. You know how he is. His habits.

He has hidden half a million dollars, between here and the mountains.

I know, I tried to find it too. Only Ortiz knows where it is.

His own men only know the hiding place as 'Santa Cruz'.

Listen, my only worry is our bank, and my family.

But Ortiz is a dangerous killer. Now he's escaped, no one is safe.

He kills out of pleasure. Think of your family.

My place is here. You are the sheriff.

-Rex? -Hello, Liz.

-Are you hungry? It's almost done. -No hurry.

-Where's Steve? -At Dawson's ranch.

-Looking at the new horses. -I know those horses. They're a danger.

-I've heard they're a great ride. -They're too wild. Too nervous.

When did you start to ride?

I was riding horses before I learned to walk.

-Is something the matter? -Pedro Ortiz is out.

The entire south is alarmed.

-Is that why you talked with Henry? -Yes. He told me the story.

What did he want from you?

I told him that bandits don't concern me anymore.

Well young man, what have we here?

-Do you like it? -Yes, it's a nice horse.

-Is ita gift from Dawson? -He said I had to show it to you first.

You show it to me, and maybe I'll buy it then?

That's what he said. He said it would be perfect for me.

He's right. He said he'd sell it soon.

I'm not surprised. Did you tell him you like the horse?

-Yes, very much so. -That's not good.

You should have said: Look at it. It's head is hanging.

-But dad... -Right, it's head is hanging.

-It's not. -And how about the hind quarters?

-It seems to be limping. -No, dad. Not at all.

In that case he'll probably ask a lot of money.

-What do you think, ma? -Well, it's a beautiful horse.

-It's head isn't hanging, right? -Of course not.

Let's go inside.

-You came here fast. -It wasn't difficult.

You can't stay with us. We have to visita place.

-We have business in Santa Brejida. -What kind?

Don't be so nosey. You know the ruins on the road to Tejuira?

-The burned-out ranch? -You'll wait for us there.

-And always be nice. -I told you to stop drinking.

It's just a little bit of whisky.

Draw.

Come on, draw.

Shoot it.

Idiot. In his state, he's going to Santa Brejida.

We'll stay here.

Woody, make a fire.

How far to Santa Brejida?

About four hours, I guess.

Do you think those three will be useful? Fernando is drunk.

-Carlos is inexperienced. -Carlos?

Come here, Carlos.

How old are you, 19? Tell her why you were in prison.

His father had a piece of land. Some people wanted it bad.

They drove off the cattle and destroyed the fences.

His father killed them. Then the sheriff came.

His father killed him too. Then they came with 20 men.

His father fought to the death.

His son Carlos took his rifle and continued to fire.

He was 16. He'll be like Pablo.

It feels as if I have my little brother back.

Pedro, I know a hacienda for sale in Mexico.

-Forget about Santa Brejida. -And go herd cattle in Mexico.

Mexico isn't going anywhere. Woody?

You've heard the stories about me.

-Where? -Everywhere.

Whenever the peónes gathered.

What should be my last story? How I avoided Santa Brejida?

The peónes will spit in front of me. No fire. We ride.

Mr Dawson, do you think I can ride like that one day?

You'll learn it in time.

How about it, are you going to buy the horse?

It's a nice horse, but I think it's head is hanging.

It's head is hanging? Do you want to buy it or not.

Yes, even though it's hanging it's head a little.

I'll take 10 dollars off the price, and you'll getan old saddle.

-Thanks, Mr Dawson. -You have the money with you?

Your first horse you have to pay for yourself, my father said.

Of course, Mr Kelly.

-A rider, Pedro. -It's a child.

Children are easy to question.

Is that Santa Brejida? Where's the sheriff?

-Mr Nichols? -Nichols? Isn't Rex Kelly the sheriff?

My father? No, not for quite a while.

-Rex Kelly is your father? -I'm Steve Kelly.

Well I'll be... Someone will be very pleased, right Jose?

I'm sure.

Come on, kid.

That's 200. Goodbye.

Miss Warner. How much is it today?

That's 60 dollars.

Thanks, goodbye.

Well. Rex, business was good, not?

-Yes, Santa Brejida is booming. -They're still finding gold.

In the long run, the cattle business is better.

You have to start big then, and that requires a fortune.

That's why I'm very satisfied here.

-We're done for today, I guess. -You can go.

Good night.

Aren't you glad to meet us again? He doesn't look like it, right?

-You're right. What about you, Jose? -He looks startled.

They've got Steve.

Ortiz, what do you want?

To savior the moment. I dreamed of this.

-What did you do to my son? -Nervous?

My trigger finger is itching, but I keep calm. You should too.

You want something. Let's hear it, Ortiz.

How about señor Ortiz?

Do what he wants.

Señor Ortiz.

-How does it sound, Fernando? -A bit vexed.

We'll see. Sit down.

You're no longer the sheriff. Why not? Tired of it?

-Yes. -And now you're the bank manager.

I'm very pleased with that. It got me thinking.

-Understandable. -Understandable, he says.

This is my idea. Right after sundown... When is that?

-In about an hour. -You'll visit your bank...

you'll open the safe and take out all the money.

Put it in bags and give them to Jose.

Fernando and me will watch over the lovely Mrs.

-And Steve? -We're taking him with us.

-You can't do that! -Please.

I need assurance the whole town isn't coming after me.

You can get him back in Mexico. Hacienda Doro.

I'm pleased that you have no other choice.

-Don't you want to eat or drink? -Leave me alone.

-You're worried, I know. -What? You don't know anything.

I can't describe it. It's a feeling.

I see a country that's good to me. Mexico is good to me.

It welcomes me.

This country tells me to go.

-He's crazy. -Maybe not.

-You don't know Rex Kelly. -My father will come for me.

-Something to eat or drink, sir? -Don't sir me.

-I liked your story. -What story?

Of you and your father. Pedro spoke of it.

Your father would have come for you, right?

He would've been here already.

I'm sorry.

Want to drink something? Your lips are all dried up.

I won't drink.

Stop drinking.

Nervous, Pedro? Excuse me.

-Take me with you. -What do you mean?

I want to see Steve. I want to be with my boy.

Please. I won't give you any trouble. Take me along.

When it's time, leave me there with my son.

Please.

-John. -Oh, it's you, Rex.

I was afraid something was wrong.

Nothing wrong here, really.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Need any help? -No need,justgo home.

Rex, whatare you doing here?

What are you doing with all that money?

John, I'm sorry. I can't help it.

Come here.

Hurry up.

-How much is it? -Enough.

Thanks, sheriff. I'll drink to your health in Mexico.

Surround the place, I'm going in.

Drop it, Kelly. Don't make a move.

Let me go. I'm in a serious predicament.

-You don't say. Why did you do it? -I can't explain it to you now.

-Where are the others? -There are no others. I was alone.

So Rex Kelly robs the bank and knocks out an old man?

If you meddle with this, my wife and child will be in danger.

-You're crazy. Tell me the truth. -I can't.

-I'll have to do this alone. -You don't leave me any choice.

I'm sorry. Come on, let's go.

Alright. lf you want it that way. I'm sorry too.

-Have the horses been looked after? -Yes. Anything else I can do?

Rex Kelly has a pretty wife.

For someone who's been alone for so long, like me.

-Or me. -I tried to talk to her...

-She doesn't want to, right? -She doesn't like me.

-I'll give ita try. -No. You'll have to earn it with poker.

What will you do with her and the child?

I've always known how to make people pay.

-Let them go. -Pity?

Why drag them along? You've had your revenge.

-Let them go. -No.

I'm thinking of how Rex Kelly's imagination will haunt him.

The pictures in his mind, his fear.

So what? We have to cross the border fast.

-We have enough money. That counts. -It also counts.

-Only that, nothing more. -For you maybe.

Rex Kelly will see his loved ones again. The question is how.

You're only taking them with you because you're afraid.

What am l? Don't ever say that again.

-Sorry. -I've never been afraid.

-Woody? -Yes, sir?

-Has Pedro Ortiz ever been afraid? -Never.

A fearless man. He's not human, the peónes say.

-They're right. -Will dad come for me?

He's surely on his way. lf need be, he'll ride for days without sleeping.

He'll be here soon.

-Here you go. -Thanks.

Want some?

Don't be afraid.

We'll decide what she will get.

She's thirsty, right?

No? She doesn't need water then.

Let my mum go.

Damn rascal.

What?

Get up, Woody.

-Give it to me. -That's no fun. I have something better.

-What? -We'll play a game of double-eye.

Good one.

We'll play a game of double-eye.

Woody, up against the wall.

-I'm sorry, Sam. -Against the wall.

-Make them stop, Pedro. -They're just having fun.

-It has to happen sometime. -I take the right side, you the left.

-And now the double-eye. -Enough.

Can't we finish him?

No. He's all sweaty, he's finished.

-Come on, Pedro. -You can let of steam tomorrow.

You stay here to see if Rex Kelly is following.

If so, you tell him to keep away.

Otherwise he won't have a family to enjoy.

Hello, Kelly.

-You weren't supposed to follow us. -You weren't supposed to grab my wife.

I understand your concern for your family...

butyou need to understand me too. It's fun killing the likes of you.

-Fernando's horse and another. -Maybe it's Kelly's.

-Something must have happened. -At least, both are without.

-Should I look after him? -It's just one less to share with.

Yeah. Didn't occur to me. And the other one?

-We have his wife and child. -Maybe I should take care of him.

No need. What happens to someone without a horse here?

He dies of thirst. There's no water here for miles.

That's all?

The young swell has a guitar and can't even play it!

Play something.

When Pedro Ortiz eats, drinks and is merry, he likes music the most.

Or could it be you haven't yet heard of Pedro Ortiz here?

Oh, we did hear about you alright.

-Thank you, Senor. -Pardon him, Senor.

Of course we know Mr. Pedro Ortiz.

We won't resist. My house is at your disposal.

Well now, what politeness!

-What do you make of that, José? -Quite convincing, Pedro.

-Tell him to pour me some wine. -Gladly, Senor.

I said wine. I can't stand this stuff any longer. -Don't!

The Senor is right. Amarillo!

Bring on the best wine from the cellar, as much as you can carry.

You heard him!

Why doesn't the Señora say something?

Is she mute or is she just resenting my company?

Well well, whata nice ring the Señora has!

Take it, if you want! Give it to him, Luisa.

What do you think, José? Should I accept?

-If he asks kindly. -Take it, Señor. It's worth a lot.

Please.

Juanita!

How can you say it's worth a lot if she doesn't pick it up?

But I'm picking it up!

Now go and call in all the peónes.

-Woody! -Yes, sir?

-What are the peónes? -Your friends, Sir.

My friends, exactly. And I want to drink and enjoy music with my friends!

Señor, our men are in the fields but they will return soon.

Yeah, they have to slave away for the few bites you give them!

Our men are satisfied, Señor.

They're treated well and our Hacienda nourishes them.

They could work elsewhere if they wanted to.

Elsewhere? This is the only farm far and wide!

Nothing was given to us for free, Señor.

Generations have worked hard to build this house.

I know the likes of you! You always have someone else slav ing for you!

But this time, you'll dance to my music!

I'm falling asleep! Music!

Show him what to play!

Dance with her.

So you love that man?

I don't believe it.

And you don't believe it either.

You know very well how all this will end. With murder.

-Do you want this to happen? -Be quiet already!

Are you? Quiet?

No, I'm not.

Pedro has lost his marbles.

But you know him. And you know he's an animal.

It's easy for you to say something like that.

But I owe a lot to him.

He loves me in his own way and I feel attached to him.

I don't care about you. Neither about your son.

Leave me be.

I didn't disturb anyone's peace.

What's happening here is just... madness!

He shouldn't be far by now. You could meet him on his way.

Do it! Bring my father here!

You're not joining the celebration. Don't you like it?

-No. -I thought Pedro Ortiz was your friend.

But you've never had any friends beside your father, right?

And Pablo.

And while in prison, you heard the stories about Pedro Ortiz...

you liked them, didn't you?

Now you're living them, those stories.

And they are quite different.

Quick, Señor, quick! Please come with me! Quick!

-Ortiz? -Yes, Señor.

Fetch me a fresh horse.

And those who are back shall come with us.

You just ride on.

If it ain't Rex Kelly. Now I'll finish him off for good.

You can't, sir. You've drunken too much.

How come he didn't kick the bucket in the desert?

Maybe I've had a little too much after all.

Why don't you send José?

Yes. José, send him to heaven.

Let's go back, José. He isn't alone.

They're coming for us from all directions!

He's in there, Señor.

Where is he?

Make room.

Kelly!

Stay where you are, Kelly.

This place offers shelter to anybody.

Even to murderers?

Yes. The more serious the crime, the more aid is needed.

-You really want to 'help' him? -Of course.

Don't go in there, father, he's mad! He'll shoot you immediately!

-But l'm a priest. -He doesn't care.

Please trust me.

Even the lord asks courage of those who serve him.

Come on, show yourself!

Where are you, Kelly, you dirty coward!

José!

Bring us something to eat. Bread, meat and wine.

-What's your name? -Pancho, Señor.

Pancho?

You'll get what you deserve.

This...

or that, Pancho.

-Do you know who I am? -No, Señor.

But l'll serve you well! Right away, Señor!

-That's... that's Pedro Ortiz! -Ortiz?

Run, children, run! You too, go...

What's the matter, Pancho?

Right away, Señor, right away!

Stop it, Dean! Stop it!

He's like a wild beast...

What is it? What's the matter with you?

Is the wine any good?

Yes, Señor, I hope so!

Not good enough for me.

Why don't you pour us some of that one over there?

W... w... which one, Señor?

That one!

There's no need to bang around just because you don't like the wine.

Sit down.

-You, speed up! We're hungry. -Very well, Señor.

Didn't I tell you to hide? Where's the meat?

-Is it good meat? -Yes...

Our life depends on the quality of this meat!

So what's the trouble?

We had ourselves some fun at the hacienda, didn't we?

Did you have to shoot them? They were defenseless.

So you didn't like it...

-And you didn't either? -No.

What do you think they'll do to me if they catch me?

-The y'll hang me, they'll beat me to death like a, like a... -Like a rat.

Yes!

What do you mean?

You said that as if I was one.

I didn't mean it like that, sir.

Pour me some wine.

They despised me.

That's why I shot them. And don't you forget that.

-Pancho! -Señor?

You don't expect me to eat this, do you?

I'll see what he has in stock, Sir. Come on, move!

Send the children away. Is that your wife?

Send her away too! Get a move on!

-Shall I slaughter my chickens, Señor? -Yes. Do it!

I believe something has to be done. Otherwise, Ortiz will do something.

I asked you once before... Who are you, Rudi?

Don't fret.

Go away too, Carlos. Tonight. With the woman and the child.

-And what about you? -Don't worry about me.

But...

post this for me, if you can.

Carlos! Woody! Where are you?

What's all the secret talk about?

-What were you talking about? -You'll get chicken later.

He's fixing them right now.

Why don't you sit at my table?

And you...

Are you unhappy too? Show me your hand.

My shooting the haciendero upset you but you took the ring nevertheless.

Throw it away, if you didn't like the killing!

But you'd never throw away jewelry, right?

You'd betray anybody for jewelry, even me! You...

Don't touch her!

-Excuse me? -I told you not to touch her!

-Or else? -Else...

I'll shoot!

-You can't be serious. -I'm dead serious.

-What do you think, Woody? -I'm not sure what he means.

He's sweating.

I don't think he'll shoot, but...

-I'd like to test him. -Don't do that, Pedro.

-What do you think, Woody? -I think he'll shoot, Sir.

Juanita! Señor! Get out!

You're mad, Carlos. You'd be a rich man in three days!

Juanita!

Señor! Please...

Steve!

Steve!

-Carlos! -Run, Steve! Run!

Ortiz!

Come on, let's get out of here! The horses are in the back.

Señora...

Tell Juanita that I...

I know what you want to tell her. And she knows it too.

My god! Is he... ?

We have to go. Ortiz might come back.

I'll kill him if he does.

I hate him...

Do you want him to be dead for nothing?

Come with me.

Steve.

Why did I let them get away? The woman, the boy and Juanita...

Because you are wise, Sir. The fewer we are, the better.

Not bad, Woody.

A man like me has to depend on his wit.

-You know what i'd have done in your place? -No.

I'd have let down Pedro Ortiz as well. I would've taken his horse...

and the saddle bags. You know what's in there.

-Well... -You don't care about money?

I wouldn't say that, Sir.

But sticking to Pedro Ortiz isn't bad either.

-They say... -So what do they say?

That you have more and that you just have to fetch it.

And... where will I fetch it?

I don't know. But it's none of my business anyway.

You're not telling me the whole truth, Woody.

Take a good piece of advice:

leave like the others!

-And if I want to stay with you? -You might regret it.

I might.

I shouldn't have let them go.

Now that I have no hostages left, they'll send a troop after me.

Say, can you actually handle a gun?

Not very well.

Could you imagine... shooting Rex Kelly with that?

If I must... .

You can keep it.

But...

don't get any funny ideas, Woody.

My gun is quicker than your brain.

Of course. I know, Sir.

Sierra Diablo, Sir.

-Is that where we're going? -Yes. But we'll need water first.

We won't find any over there.

Seems like it's hurt.

Never mind. You can take Steve's horse for the moment...

-and in the next village... . -I'm not coming with you.

What does that mean?

Do you want to catch up w Ortiz?

Didn't I tell you that I feel attached to him?

You wanted to starta new, Juanita. Why don't you do it?

You've got the chance now. Make use of it.

-Make use of it! -We'll be very rich.

Somebody coming our way!

Ah, Señora! I knew we'd meet again!

All-knowing Hanky Miller! Say, where can I find Santa Cruz?

I've answered that question once before today.

I believe he's after a hat which I once sold to you. First class felt!

-What did the man look like? -Well...

I once saw a sheriff in Santa Brejida who resembled him damn well.

-That was my dad! -Never mind. Where's Santa Cruz?

It's not a town buta mountain with a cross on its top.

-It's full of slopped silver mines. -What's the shortest way there?

Via the Caluenga pass. Butyou wouldn't make it.

You need to ride through Venga valley, like Mr. Ortiz.

That's my concern. I must find those mines.

Oh, if you're going to the mines, I surely can sell you some equipment?

Just a moment. Come with me! Spades, ropes, explosives?

The best dynamite you'll get nowadays! A whole box of it!

-And your horse as well? -Why not? But if you ask me,

-I don't think I'll give it away. -And I don't think I'll ask you.

Raise your hands!

Step aside.

Stop! Stop! The dynamite!

Steve!

In heaven's name, stop!

-Steve! -Mummy!

-Jump! -Mummy! Help me!

Jump!

Steve!

Mummy!

Jump!!!

Juanita!

Juanita!

Juanita! Juanita!

Well, Woody...

there we are.

Afortune is waiting for me here.

-A great hideaway, Sir. -Yes...

The question is just... in which of those caves the money's hidden?

In this one... or that one?

Or in that one over there?

-I couldn't tell, Sir. -Why don't you take a look?

In there?

There you are, Sir.

-That stuff is all I found. -I know.

What do you think, Woody...

-is that all? -I dunno.

If you knew, what would you do?

-Nothing. -Really? Nothing?

In that case, I can tell you.

There's nothing in there.

Nor in any of the other caves.

See that cross up there?

That's the entrance to the silver mine of Santa Cruz.

The chest is hidden five feet below the shaft floor.

What do you say to that, Woody?

Don't move, Ortiz. I shoot better than you think.

I knew that, you dirty little rat!

You can call me whatever you like. I won't flip.

-I won't make that mistake. -You will, Woody.

You're making a mistake. You want my money.

Wrong. The money belongs to the bank of California.

You know that as well I do.

Now I'm going to tell you who I am.

I'm Woody Johnson and l'm the man who will retrieve the bank's money.

For a decent bonus.

-I'll give you twice as much, Woody. -You can't bribe me.

Unfortunately, I insist on the stupid idea of earning my money...

if necessary even by polishing boots.

We'll share Woody. Fifty-fifty. Just think about it!

How much good we can do with all that money.

Good? You? Doing good?

You'd rather die.

What will you do? Just shoot me like a...

Like a rat, just what you deserve.

But l'm not like you.

Beat it!

Cross the border and never come round these parts again.

Oh, how very generous! A cavaliero...

And what do you say to that?

Pull the trigger. That gun won't shoot.

Come on, pull the trigger!

But Woody...

I see swe aton your forehead... .

Freeze, Ortiz! Don't move!

Show yourself, Ortiz!

Your gun's empty, you've got no chance.

Stop!

Stop!

Stay where you are. Where's my wife and my son?

Are there actually any cartridges in your gun?

Kelly!

Kelly?

Are you still alive or has the devil already sent for you?

-So you're still in great condition. -Yes.

-Greater than great, actually. -That will soon change.

You've picked a mighty nice, quiet place to die.

And peaceful, too.

No scream or gunshot will ever be heard outside.

I've always fancied dying like this.

I'm glad I can treat you to it.

Tell me, what happened to my wife and child?

What's it to you? You won't see them again anyway.

Damn! You idiot! Come on, shoot me.

But since we won't getout of here alive you ought to keep 1 bullet for yourself.

-Shoot! -It will be my treat to know...

that you too will die in here, alone, with a corpse beside you.

-Of course, you're used to corpses. -Shut your bloody mouth!

I will get out,

I will get out of here!

Shout as much as you like! This is a nice, quiet spot...

no scream or gunshot will ever be heard outside.

But you'll be screaming for real in three or four days.

And you'll get madder and madder until you blow your own brains out.

Okay. We'll go together.

Together? I'm not sure about that. I can hardly move.

I've got an idea. Come on, get up.

Take off your gun belt.

We'll tie our belts together, I'll lift you up there...

so you can reach that plank with the belts.

Then you'll pull me up.

What if I don't?

Come on, Kelly!

Well?

Here we go.

I'll go up. Cover my back.

Thank you very much, Kelly!

I'm out. Now you may rot down there.

You wouldn't do that...

Pedro Ortiz never betrayed his word.

Come on! Help me!

Don't shoot, Nichols!

-Watch out, Kelly! -Don't shoot!

For once, I'm doing something good and now...

first half translated by hocico second half translated by AnDeRsSon

THE END subs created for CG 2012