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(BELL CLANGING)

(CHURCH CHOIR SINGING)

He is wrong, Juanito. He mustn't do it. Listen to me.

What did he say?

Juanito, as I told you before

there is too much violence now in the world.

And beside that, there's another reason.

I don't want our friend, Sabata, to get hurt now.

But the Murdocks deserve to die, padre.

You know that the Murdocks stole everything from us here, Father.

They should be punished. Juanito.

Have you forgotten what I taught to you?

You must try to forgive.

Not sink into revenge.

I know, Father.

Go tell Sabata this.

He shouldn't risk his neck for those Murdock brothers.

Tell him our prayers are his.

He doesn't need to fight.

But as our Good Book often says,

the Lord will provide. Yes, Father.

I beg you to be careful, my son.

The Lord be with you.

The Lord is Sabata.

Too much violence.

Order arms!

Left face!

Forward march!

$20. $10 on the Murdock brothers.

Right.

$100 on the Murdock brothers.

Ain't nobody gonna bet on the challenger?

How about you, Ballantine? $100.

On the black.

(CHUCKLING)

You can spare a dollar, can't you?

Just to keep this shut up? Hmm?

Black's my favorite color, friends.

I always win on black.

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAKING)

Best if we all get the hell out of here.

Might get a little hot in a minute. Let's go.

I'm looking for a certain man for a special job.

His name is Sabata. Not now. Come on.

We're all set for you to go out in style.

Haven't you noticed?

Sabata, you better make him turn!

(SQUEAKING)

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAKING)

Hey, begin the shooting when it stops!

(GUNSHOTS) Ahhh!

(MEN SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Sabata likes them lying down.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Guess Murdock's nailed for good.

Know what I mean?

Huh?

Sorry.

That blasted bird needs oil. Here, you go do it.

(GUN FIRES)

(SNICKERING)

No oil, no money.

Give me that, you little runt.

Hey, the man you wanted.

I think I can find him. Let's go.

You know what Colonel Skimmel looks like.

How about it? Will you accept?

I hoped you'd be able to do this job for me.

Thank you.Adios.

What are you doing here? I thought you might need my help.

May I go with you?

I make very good tortillas.

I have another job for you.

Deliver this to Father Mike.

Tell him that the Murdocks have found their

great reward,

and wish to make a contribution.

Hello.

Well? How much did you make, Ballantine?

A mere bagatelle.

I'm here for something more important.

Colonel Skimmel.

We could

work together. Hmm?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, you! We Austrians have eyes everywhere.

If you want some advice, forget about those Mexicans.

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMS)

Hey, what is this?

Get me down! You pig, you!

Do you hear? Cut me loose!

I'll kill you for this, you dirty American dog.

I swear I'll make you pay. Filthy Yankee!

Hang around. I'll be back.

You bastard, I'll get you when I'm down.

You played that rotten.

(MAN SCREAMS)

Reach that gate and you're a free man, subject to the Colonel's marksmanship.

Give them a chance. Release two, three, four of them. All together.

(GROANING)

Long live the revolution!

(GROANS)

We appreciate your aid, Garcia.

Colonel Skimmel will be most generous with you.

Garcia Moreno!

Ah! You did very well, dear Garcia.

You helped us expose this filthy revolutionary plot.

You also saved my life.

It has not been forgotten.

Our beloved emperor, Maximilian

and this humble soldier, are very grateful.

In the drawer under the model ship, you'll find your 20 pieces of gold.

Thank you.

The key is there. Open it.

(GROANING)

Perfect.

As usual.

Worst kind of informer.

For gold he would have betrayed his own mother. Or us.

My father, Admiral von Skimmel,

used to hang such traitors from the mast.

Everyone here?

Manuel Garcia Otello.

Juan De Los Angeles.

Jesus Rivalta.

Luis Miguel Cortejo.

They're all good men. Yours for the mission. I hope you approve.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(EXCLAIMS)

European money. Who bought you?

Did you sell out to that pig Skimmel?

He's a spy, Ocano.

Septiembre. Stand back from the traitor.

Gitano!

Gitano.

(CHUCKLING)

The flamenco of death.

(FINGERS SNAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)

(GUN FIRES)

Gitano and Septiembre are all the men I'll need.

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

That gold will buy us guns.

We'll get stronger than their soldiers and nobody can stop us then.

The man who will be helping you is a soldier.

Soldier of fortune.

It's his job to find out when the gold leaves Guadalupe

and what road you must follow.

He's also made all the arrangements with the men that sell guns.

He's waiting for you in the town of Kingsville, Texas.

And don't forget the password.

Hear? I know.

There's still another thing that I keep worrying about.

Must we leave the revolution up to a soldier of fortune?

This one, yes. He's all right, Escudo.

It's Sabata.

(EXCLAIMS APPRECIATIVELY)

Very good.

(PLAYING LILTING MUSIC)

Tequila. A bottle.

MAN: It stinks in here.

Smells like pigs are around.

Here, you smell anything, Septiembre?

Your friend has no nose, or he's a liar.

All you mangy pig-herders smell disgusting.

(PIANO STOPS PLAYING)

SABATA: You're too full of it to be a judge, my friend.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

Well?

Well?

Anytime.

Isn't it enough you lost a friend?

Have a beer.

(LAUGHS)

I bet the smell doesn't bother him anymore.

From now on, he's going to learn to smoke.

Thank you,hombre.Many thanks. If friends are what you need...

Anything for Benito Juarez.

This is our man. This one, Sabata.

Amigo,Ocano sent us to meet you.

(LILTING MUSIC PLAYING)

Nice technique?

It comes with practice.

The last time I played this...

Here it is. Los Palos. St. Christopher's Day.

Got a bad memory. Have to write everything down in the book.

Never without it.

Wait for me outside.

Colonel Skimmel appreciates an artistic type like myself. Relaxes with me.

In Guadalupe, you might say I'm like one of the family.

Out at the fort every day. Seeing things, hearing things.

Do you know Colonel Skimmel?

He challenged me to a shooting match once.

Hard man to beat.

It remains to be seen.

With four hands, it would be perfect?

I play solo.

Such a pity. Colonel Skimmel has two pianos.

Why not join me?

I'll play the melody.

(PLAYING DUET ON PIANO)

Hey,amigo,is your pal in there at the piano with us?

He'll keep out of this thing if I can help it.

But what about them? Are you sure they're okay?

Oh, sure. Who do you think they are?

Those two? Rejects from the local museum.

Them? They're very good men.

They're my two falcons. Two hawks. Two eagles.

Two fighting buzzards.

Don't you believe me?

Hey.

See that? What did I tell you?

And this one is Septiembre.

You want to see something great? Look. Go ahead.

(MUMBLES)

Hey, youloco?

You have nothing to worry about.

If we get the gold.

Lieutenant Stejer!

SOLDIER 1: Easy, now.

SOLDIER 2: Here we go. There she is.

OFFICER: Detail, forward!

Go!

Colonel Skimmel, I'll never finish your portrait.

This is your 20th sitting.

I see you write everything down. That's a good idea.

Many great artists have bad memories. Time is money.

SKIMMEL: That's what you Americans think. But I am an Austrian.

For an Austrian, time does not exist.

Oh, no. I don't frown like this. My face is more joyful.

Loosen the mouth a trifle. You smile so pretty, Colonel.

Packing off a wagon load of grain made you as happy as

sending a shipment of silver dust.

You don't miss very much, friend Ballantine.

As I've told you, Colonel, my mind never rests.

The peons are shouting for vengeance.

Mexico is a hotbed of revolution.

We shall crush them.

I've already taken the necessary precautions.

We Austrians know exactly what we are doing.

It's all been worked out.

It has been planned, prearranged and studied down to its last detail.

It is inevitable and mathematically perfect.

We Austrians, my friend, are men of steel. Colonel, please.

We never go back on our word. Our beloved emperor, Maximilian...

Excuse me... is our model and our strength.

There, much better.

Now.

(GUN FIRING)

Whoa...

Somebody's moved in on our game.

SOLDIER: Take cover, quickly.

We're surrounded.

Long live liberty! Long live free Mexico!

What's going on?

(SCREAMS)

All right. Let's go. Let's get out of here, come on.

Adios, amigos.

Jose, Jesus, Juan. My brothers, my friends.

Amigos,may you be received by the Lord above.

May your mother live on horse dung!

(GUN FIRING)

Two falcons without wings. I was the greatest high jumper long ago, really.

Shame on you for such lies. Let's go get the gold.

Austrian.

Let's go.

(MARSHALS HORSES)

(EXCLAIMS)

Wait for me. Give me a hand, Gitano.

(GUN FIRES)

Good. We made it, Sabata, eh?

A chest full of gold to buy arms with.

Buy lots of arms. Buy them to kill Maximilian. And drive the Austrians home.

Long live Mexico! Long live the revolution!

Escudo,

does he look like that because he'd like to have that whole load of gold to himself?

No, not him. Naturally gloomy.

He was born with a face that long. It's the truth, amigo.

When he was born there was a great rainstorm.

Your birthday is the second of September?

SABATA: You're wrong, amigo.It must be the second of November.

All Souls' Day.

Well done, Lieutenant. Traitors should be shot in the back.

Escudo was in command of the Mexican rebels. I also saw Sabata with them.

I know him. He's a great shot.

They were headed for Texas.

Thank you, Lieutenant. You can go. Yes, sir.

Writing table.

We're in very serious trouble.

They won't get very far.

We have an efficient intelligence service in Texas.

It will be easier to hide the individual sacks of gold than a clumsy chest like that.

Yes. Much easier. This chest mustn't be unloaded.

Not at this time. That's our orders. That's right. We can't open it.

(MARSHALS HORSES)

Wait for me at the San Juan Monastery.

I'm heading into Kingsville.

The gunrunners will be waiting for me there and so will Ballantine.

Ballantine? The piano player.

So long.

(INAUDIBLE)

It's Sabata.

Gentlemen.

Your gun, please.

Gunrunning is a dangerous profession, isn't that right?

I faint at disagreeable sights. That's why they wear hoods.

You're an intelligent man, Sabata. I respect you.

Why do you join up with scum? They're more my kind.

You're not.

Mind if I smoke?

Oh, I forgot, I took the last one myself.

It's all right. I can buy some more with your gold.

I shan't even ask you where it is. I shall use a little Austrian logic.

In fact, it's discovered already.

When you have a great amount of gold

there aren't too many places to hide it. Like the San Juan Monastery?

Sorry, I don't belong to that parish.

Even so,

we'll see you have a respectable funeral here in Kingsville

as will all your Mexican friends.

I'll be back. I assure you.

You'd be smart to relax a little bit while we wait for Mr. Folgen to return.

No, thanks. We don't drink with the dead.

I drink only with friends, except for you.

Don't mind my back, gentlemen.

MAN: (LAUGHS) Forget it, Sabata. It's your home, after all.

Septiembre.

Come on in and have a shot. No, that won't work with us. Try again.

(GRUNTS)

Your brother? Mm-mmm.

The sun is high.

And where is he?

I don't like this place. It's too quiet.

Silent as death.

Only the footsteps of Escudo can be heard on the dry earth.

Everybody else is dead. Even you seem to be dead.

Ah, go to hell.

And the gold, right out there.

Do you know? The way things are now, this is the perfect chance to take it.

Whose chance? How would I know that?

It could even be my chance.

You believed it, didn't you?

Why not mine?

Manuel.

(GUNS FIRING)

We're surrounded. I'll try to draw them off. You take care of the cart.

These American guns aren't very good, are they?

(GRUNTS)

ESCUDO: Gitano!

First we must think of the gold. You can go to hell with your gold. Gitano!

Stop! Don't shoot!

Gitano!Amigo!May your soul be received by the Lord above!

You idiot! You want me to have a heart attack?

Come on,amigo,hurry. MAN: Don't try anything. You're covered.

He tricked us. The Austrian bastards will kill us now.

MAN: Get your hands up! SABATA: No, you first.

Amigo!

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLING)

They have the gold?

ESCUDO: Hey, Blondito.Where do you think you're going?

BALLANTINE: Sabata. I'm glad you showed up here. Tell them I wasn't stealing it.

I just thought that one of us ought to take care of the gold.

Gitano. The flamenco of death.

(LAUGHING)

(CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)

(GUNSHOT)

Why? Why did you stop me? It's only fair.

After all, he's the one who gave us the information about the gold shipment.

Him?

He said he was trying to protect the gold.

No reason why I shouldn't believe him.

No? No.

Well, the gunrunners have been wiped out.

All we can do now is turn the gold over to Ocano.

We'll take care of that.

I think I'll come along. I got the rest of my pay coming.

Me, too. From him.

Don't worry. Now let's get moving.

Every Austrian in the territory will be looking for us now.

We'll make our first stop at Eagle Pass on the Mexican border.

ESCUDO: You can thank Sabata we didn't kill you this time, Blondito.

If your crazy stunt had worked, they would have taken their revenge on me.

You saved my life just now.

They say if you save a man's life, it makes you responsible for him

for the rest of his days. Makes me feel quite secure.

About the gold, you and me

50-50?

Hey, what's he say?

He wants us to try a new idea. Tell him his ideas are nothing.

I met him and I knew right away that that man was no good.

You know why?

Because he's got a big mouth.

All okay.

BALLANTINE: You must admit it's a good idea to hide the gold here.

You think he's trying to trick us?

Just don't let him get out of your rifle range.

(FLAMENCO MUSIC PLAYING)

Ballantine, hi.

It's been so long.

I'm still your favorite model, aren't I?

We never quite finished that picture, did we?

(GUN FIRING)

MAN: Sabata! Come on out with your filthy friends

or we'll kill everyone in the place!

(PEOPLE MUTTERING)

Hold it!

All right, we're leaving.

JUANITO: Sabata.

What are you doing here? I got information for you.

The Austrians are falling back. Our people just took Las Palomas and Trincheras.

How do you know this? I'm Mexican, so I know.

How long have you been following me?

Go home. Go back to Father Mike.

If you say so, Sabata.

All right. Watch your step.

Be with you in two shakes.

Escudo! Where is the cart?

For the last time, where is the cart?

(GROANS)

Manuel.

It has been in a good cause, and also may your soul be received by the Lord.

You stand honored by your deeds up to the end.

Yes. And you shall be a model held in honor among our men.

Jose, Juan, Jesus.

They shall sing your praises in Mexico, in all the days to come.

If I should forget, let me be thrown into the deepest pit of hell.

Hey, I almost forgot, where's Ballantine?

Giddyap.

We were just gonna go look for you fellows. Right?

(MUSICAL POCKET WATCH PLAYING)

Take it. Here. It's yours.

With a load of gold like this, split three ways,

three happyhombres living in peace and plenty.

Shall we go?

We stay. SABATA: Ballantine!

Now we may all leave.

(BALLANTINE MARSHALS HORSES)

Giddyap.

But it's for the revolution. Oh, sure. The revolution.

All this beautiful gold turned into rifles, cannons, and death.

I'm not touching it. How about trying to buy peace with it?

A load of gold like this could be divided five ways.

What a contribution to my favorite charity. Me.

No, it's only going to the cause of the revolution.

The Austrians are retreating. They've quit.

How do you know that? There are ways.

You're just talking. I don't believe you. Okay. Don't.

Both of you planned this together back in Texas,

but I don't intend to let you rob us or our great revolution.

Mothers, sisters, wives and sweethearts. All weeping and all blaming you.

Me? But why? Why blame me?

Because you want to change this harmless gold to death and destruction.

Remember your dead friends?

Juan, Jose, Jesus, Manuel.

No, those men are dead but not that bastard Maximilian!

Mexico must be liberated!

Long live Mexican liberty. Long live the revolution!

All right. You win.

I think it does belong to the people.

Comes the revolution!

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

SenorGold.

(BALLANTINE READING)

(ALL LAUGH TRIUMPHANTLY)

Gold!

Sand.

ESCUDO: We risk our lives. Let them kill our men. For what?

A box of sand? God, we must be crazy.

Easy come, easy go. Let's look at the Austrians' logic.

A load of gold is shipped from the Guadalupe.

A band, not of Mexicans,

but Austrians dressed as Mexicans, attacks and gets away with the gold.

The blame falls on the revolution.

But Colonel Skimmel didn't figure on our raid.

Now he knows that we know.

He may be an officer, but don't expect him to be a gentleman.

One measly sack of the real stuff, on top.

Skimmel. That lousy thief.

Well, gentlemen, it's been fun, but I can't waste any more time.

I want to wish you all the very best of luck.

Especially you, Escudo.

You're going to have a hard time convincing the revolutionaries

that you didn't steal the gold.

And you know what will happen?

I'm afraid that you might just end up dripping fat into the fire.

With an apple up your big mouth and a spit up your caboose.

Save your bullets for the revolution.

Adios. Adios!

I know what's on your mind. All I have to do is tell Ocano

that the men who stole the gold were those two.

Both of you are cowards. They trust me. I don't have to lie about this.

Mmm-hmm. Huh?

SenorOcano, the French at Candelas and Atienza

are getting reinforcements from Colonel Skimmel's army.

We could attack the fort from the rear, from Texas

across the bridge at Guadalupe.

The revolution is not going to cause an international incident.

Gaviota will fall. Then we're set.

As soon as those precious new weapons arrive,

we'll strike at Candelas and at Atienza, too.

As for Skimmel's Austrians, to cross the Sierras is impossible.

But they could slip out.

North, into Texas across the only bridge the Austrians still control.

This one. At Guadalupe.

Perdito. It's a job for you. Blow up the Guadalupe Bridge.

(GUN FIRING)

Kingsville is that way. But Skimmel.

I'd like to collect the money on the portrait I did of him.

How much are you asking for it?

A chest full of gold? You kidding?

I'd end up before a firing squad.

I got a plan. Forget it.

No, I mean it. We go 50-50.

We'll split it in five equal shares.

But how?

Those three?

God knows where they are.

Hey! Where you going? Guadalupe Bridge.

SOLDIER: Forward march!

Skimmel?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Skimmel, we must be quick. Gaviota's about to fall to the revolutionaries.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

SKIMMEL: Major Metternich. Open up.

Before nightfall, the entire garrison will be marching toward Candelas

to aid the French.

We shall go to Texas at daybreak in civilian dress

posing as honest beer merchants.

The rebels are blocking the way. How can we evade them?

They won't catch us. As soon as we cross the bridge, we blow it up.

Hello.

Brought a present for Colonel Skimmel. It's Sabata.

(GRUNTS)

Just in case.

(CRACKLING)

Hey!

We just put those in there to bed. Don't go. We have plans for you, too.

Perdito. Leave Sabata alone. He works for us.

The bridge must be blown up. It's Ocano's orders.

I admire your loyalty, friend.

But with the bridge blown up

how are we going to get the gold over to the gunrunners in Texas?

We've just arrived now. We've new orders coming from Ocano.

Adios.And good luck.

Now, myBlondito.

With an apple in my mouth, huh? I'll show you who's going to wind up on a spit!

SABATA: Escudo.

You're always butting in, Sabata. This time I'm going to punch him in the jaw

and break it into a million pieces. We need him.

He's the only one that knows where the gold is.

Blondito.

Four hours to daylight. No time to waste.

You can carry a medal for luck, if you want. But not my watch.

It's not because it's yours. Septiembre likes music.

Soldier, Lieutenant Stejer wishes to see you.

He's expecting you in the orderly room. Very well, Sergeant.

Homeward bound at last? It's about time, Sergeant.

Of course it is. In fact, it's way past time.

Miguel. Don't we ever eat around here? You know what this is?

A forgotten town. The Commandant doesn't care if we live or die.

You're right. They blame us for all their defeats.

You men, follow me!

There's no other way.

Septiembre.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Who's there?

(GRUNTS)

All gone?

You picked some time to be without ammunition.

Hey, you clown.

Take the sentry's place. You, too, Gitano.

Listen.

It's impossible to cross the camp square.

I'm going to open the back door to the depot.

From there, there's a shortcut to the gold vault.

Hi. Evening, Mr. Ballantine.

(CHAINS JANGLING)

Let's move. The gold's right next to us.

Ah, you're crazy. Nobody'd put it there.

It's not where I would have left it if I had stolen it.

That's safest.

Now me, I'd make a hiding place no one would find.

Stick it in the ground, maybe in a cemetery. Maybe even inside there.

Can you read that?

"Beer."

Let's go.

Forgot your book.

Thanks for picking it up for me.

We made it. SOLDIER: Halt! Don't move.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

You're the last person I would have suspected,

my cultured friend.

Search them.

No, Sergeant. Let him keep it.

You may write your last wishes. I'll see to it that they will be respected.

I would not have given you the honor of being executed by a firing squad.

Squad halt! Left face!

Order arms!

Soldier, come here.

Write it down in your little book,Blondito.I'll make a date with you in hell.

It's too late now.

Squad, load arms!

Open it.

That's right, I left them. Come on, idiot.

Ready, aim.

Major Metternich.

I'd like this diary to be forwarded to my mother.

No. Don't bother, Major. I'll toss it to you.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Run for it!

Cover me, Septiembre.

(GITANO YELLING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING)

One more blast from that cannon and we're all dead.

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

BALLANTINE: I thought so.

You crook.

It's not mine now. I won't need it anymore.

The gold...

Tell the others. The gold...

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

The gun.

All right.

What's the proposition?

What makes you think there is one?

If there was no proposition, you would have killed me by now.

Indeed.

Order your men to leave.

They've come too far, Colonel. They want their gold.

Only I know where the gold is and you won't get it,

unless you make a deal with me.

Sorry. No deals.

I remember our marksmanship contest in Louisville.

You're the only man who ever defeated me, Sabata.

Pity you won't have another chance to beat me.

Nothing can beat a superior people.

Who knows? Sometimes an idea is enough.

(SKIMMEL GROANS)

Folgen confessed. The gold is under the ship model.

Just as you are, reach and pull.

Say, you got a great little brain.

Septiembre can use this.

Folgen. He wanted me to open this

and get killed.

Well, have you any other tricks for me, huh? You're wrong!

This is a big mistake. I did my job. My job!

It's not my fault... Cowardly pig.

Don't kill me. You can't do it.

You can't do it!

Now, suppose you tell me where the gold is.

(GUNS FIRING)

Hey, where's Ballantine?

(MUSICAL POCKET WATCH PLAYING)

How could you do it?

He robbedBlondito.

Poor Ballantine!

To die in the moment of our triumph.

So artistic, so generous.

And the most honest of us all. I weep for him.

May his good soul go to heaven and then be greeted by our Lord above.

Wait. This now means there's only four of us.

So we divide his share between us.

What's this?

My God.

Gold. It's gold!

Septiembre, where were you?

What are you looking for?

Got the best of us, didn't he?

Come on. Let's go.

(BALLANTINE MARSHALING HORSES)

(GUN FIRING)

(CHUCKLING)

Go!

Adios!

(LAUGHING TRIUMPHANTLY)

Oh, no!

Hey,Blondito!Too bad you can't get away with it, huh?

Hey, no!

You can't do this to me.

I'm on your side! You phony double-crosser!

Ballantine's share goes to my favorite charity.

Me.

You're just as big a thief as he is, you son of a

I mean, I never knew your mother, did I?

BALLANTINE: Fellows!

Are you gonna let me help pick up the gold or not, you sons of...