Original subtitles

(lively guitar music)

(suspenseful music)

- What do you want?

- I am Navarro.

I was sent by Don Alverez who told me to speak to you

about a ramada of horses you were supposed to deliver.

- The ramada of horses?

I delivered them a couple of hours ago.

- I'm afraid that's not what Don Alvarez says.

He agrees that you took the money, oh yes,

but you never gave him the horses.

(speaks Spanish)

You did not live up to the pact, senor!

- You know I'm honest.

Alvarez is feeding a bunch of lies to you.

(Navarro laughs)

- Hey, muchachos, you hear that, no?

(speaks Spanish)

(laughs) (henchmen laugh)

(speaks Spanish)

Hand over the money and spare yourself

the trouble of getting murdered!

- Stand aside, Navarro, let me pass, do you hear?

(guns fire)

(moody orchestral music) (Navarro laughs)

(Navarro speaks Spanish)

- Get the money!

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(horse neighs)

- Django.

Django!

(melancholic orchestral music)

(sobs)

He's dead.

They killed him.

- I know, Mary.

I know.

Everything's alright now.

Hello, Uncle Dan.

- Django.

Mary and me, we decided to leave this house.

We can't go on living here.

- We're gonna move to San Juan.

You'll come with us, won't you?

- No.

And you're staying, too.

Our father loved this house.

He never would have left it.

Not for anything.

Not for anybody.

(moody orchestral music)

- May as well not even try.

Why don't you put it down?

You know Father didn't use it.

- I know.

- Django, for heaven sakes, don't.

They'll kill you.

(moody orchestral music)

Don't go, Django.

- Adios.

- Django!

Django, stay here, please.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Don't go, Django.

(moody guitar music)

- Chico!

Chico!

Chico!

Chico!

Chico!

- [Woman] Navarro, I saw him ride away an hour ago.

- With a bag on his shoulders? - Yes, a leather bag.

- Stupid cow, tell me why you didn't call me!

My own son stole from me, my money.

(speak Spanish)

The boy robbed me!

Me!

- How can we believe that?

- You heard Navarro!

(speaks Spanish)

(gun fires) (horse neighs)

Anyone of you who sees Chico, my son,

I give the orders to murder him!

(moody guitar music)

(shouts in Spanish)

(moody guitar music)

- It's been more than two days,

and we still haven't laid eyes on Navarro.

- If he won't come here, we will have to go there, Johnny.

Rojo.

Bring us some wine. - Yes, Don Alvarez.

- It is very hot this evening.

Isn't it, Johnny?

- That's right, Don Alvarez.

Mighty hot.

- I think Navarro has tricked us.

Dolores, tequila!

Hurry up!

You can stay with me until Navarro gets back.

- Let go of me, you pig! (men laugh)

- You heard that? (laughs) (men laugh)

- She was right! (suspenseful music)

Pig.

(gun fires) (henchmen groan)

I'm Django, lookin' for Navarro.

- Why, he's riding after his son

who stole some money from him.

- Where's he headed? - Down the road, south.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoever killed my son, step forward!

Step forward, I said, or I'll kill you one at a time!

You now have two minutes to decide to talk.

Step forward!

- He'll kill every man in the village.

- It won't be easy.

There are people around here who can handle guns

just as good as they can.

And don't you forget it, Judy.

- And don't you forget they got Smith.

He'll wind up talkin'.

- No, he won't.

- The two minutes have run out!

(guns cock)

- Get movin'.

Go on.

- Get over there.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (henchmen groan)

- Well, what's the matter?

- Navarro!

(wind blows) (church bell tolls)

You found it easy to kill my father.

Is that right, Navarro?

- I don't know what you are talking about, gringo.

- It's time you learned.

- We'll see, amigo.

(gun fires) (henchmen groan)

(gun fires) (groans)

- You are fast with your gun, amigo.

(gun cocks)

Hey, look out!

(gun fires) (henchman groans)

(laughs) (speaks Spanish)

My name is Juan Jose-- - No, too complicated.

- Barrica to you, man of business.

Naturally, only when there is some business to be done.

But I am usable and resourceful,

and can be a great help to you.

As a matter of fact, it's luck you run into me today, yes.

- I told you not to show up around here.

Just wait until things have calmed down.

- I've come for my share of the money.

- That's not part of the deal.

You'll get it when we cross the border.

Not now.

- I want it now, I don't wanna stay in this damn town

one minute more than I need to.

- You'll be staying, for some time.

(gun fires)

(gun cocks)

(chuckles)

(chuckles) The man who just came to the village.

Ever see his face?

I think he knows how to manage his 45.

- Let's get outta here.

- I'm in no hurry.

Here's to the money. (chuckles)

(moody guitar music)

(horse neighs)

- These are Navarro's men.

Alright, who was it? - A man called Django.

- And Navarro, what's he been doin'?

- He rode off south and Django was following him.

- Let's go, boys.

(melancholic orchestral music)

- Uncle Dan!

Come on in, supper's ready!

- Alright.

(lively guitar music)

(horse neighs)

- What do you want? - We're lookin' for Django.

- Django's not here.

And we don't know where he is.

- That's what folks usually have to say

when you're lookin' for someone.

Well, we'll just look for ourselves, alright?

- What do you want?

- Django.

Just remember to tell your brother

that Don Alvarez is on his trail.

If he doesn't show up, we'll get him.

(melancholic orchestral music)

- Does it hurt bad?

- It's nothin', Mary.

Nothin'.

It don't matter.

(somber guitar music)

- [Django] Navarro killed my father.

- Hey, bring us a bottle.

I understand, amigo.

So, all you have to do is find the $10,000.

And now old buddy gets an idea.

- Alright, Barrica.

- Leave it to me.

There is someone holed up in the hotel.

The killer.

I know the man.

And he knows something about it. (chuckles)

Now, as far as my work goes, you'll give me 10%

as soon as you have the dollars in your pocket.

Take it.

That's not much.

(Django and Barrica speak Spanish)

(horse neighs)

- I hope you're bringing me good news, Johnny.

- No news at all of Navarro.

Just that Django got rid of a few of his men.

- Django?

Django Foster.

Find him tomorrow, and Navarro!

And not without the gold!

I can hardly wait to see Django.

Just make sure he's still breathing a little.

Go on.

(horse neighs) (dog barks)

(somber guitar music)

- Akijo, a bottle of red eye and a deck of cards.

I have to entertain a friend from Paris. (laughs)

- Yes, I know all about your trouble.

But you still owe me a bottle for this morning.

- I'll pay, and if I'm dead, I'll pay anyway.

You know what I mean. (laughs)

Shh.

Thank you, yes, indeed.

(laughs)

- What do we do about those two?

- We're just gonna have to make 'em get outta here.

They'll only bring us trouble if they stay in town.

- Those men have got something in mind.

(drunk hiccups)

- I'll go out and take a look. - No, stay inside.

We can watch better from in here.

(moody guitar music)

- Here's the mouse crawling out of his hole.

A very big mouse, amigo.

- Who's that going by, Barrica?

- Dollars, amigo.

(drunk hiccups)

Now I know that Gray's who we want.

There he is with the others.

- Just keep an eye on him.

- Give me a bottle.

It seems the two of you are lookin' for that gold.

$10,000 is sure a lot of money.

- How do you know about it?

- Now, friend, don't be a fool, boy.

You can't beat a full house.

- Everybody knows in this town.

(drunk laughs)

(Barrica chuckles)

(chuckles)

- And you mustn't cheat.

- And everyone knows that the man who got it

is far away by now.

- That's funny, Mr. Gray.

You know what we think?

We think the gold is still here and we're going to find it.

(Gray chuckles) (laughs)

(drunk laughs)

(moody guitar music)

- Alright, come on.

- Don't try to out-bluff the old fox.

I'm a man of strategy.

- Set 'em up, Akijo.

- We've come here to advise you to go.

Leave this town, hombre, before morning.

(Barrica laughs)

- I'll leave this town when I've found my gold.

- You know, Navarro told everyone the gold was his, too.

- Don't try to cheat, can't cheat the old fox.

- [Henchman] So get movin'.

- And what if I stay?

- A lot of us know how to manage a gun pretty good.

- I don't believe you.

- They're outside, waiting for you.

- You've got about an hour to get out of town.

(lively guitar music)

- Who are you?

What are you all looking for?

(guns fire) (henchmen groan)

(guns fire)

(henchmen groan)

- Django!

We're waitin' for ya.

- You've got visitors, Django.

Too many.

I'll come out with you, I've got to earn that 10%.

(moody orchestral music)

- Django, Don Alvarez sent me here to take back the 10,000.

(guns fire) (henchmen groan)

(moody guitar music)

(suspenseful music)

- Don't worry, we'll get that gold, Django. (laughs)

- Who were they?

- They were Alvarez's men.

- Alvarez.

- That's right, Alvarez.

What's he got to do with this?

- We'll find out, amigo.

- Hey!

Hey, you!

Listen!

Listen a minute!

The bodies are pilin' up around here,

and I don't intend to work any more on credit!

So either you pay me now,

or I'll just leave them where they are!

- That's not how it works.

You'll get paid the minute we find the gold.

Now get back to work!

- "Get to work," he says, hm!

(groans)

- Good sirs.

- Not even Alvarez knows the money's in town.

If it weren't for those two, we'd be out of here.

- Django.

(sighs)

Django.

Barrett!

Barrett!

Barrett.

Go find Hondo.

Say I've got a good piece of business,

and tell him to come over here quick.

(moody guitar music)

(drunk laughs)

(drunk grunts)

- You want to tell us about the gold?

Well?

- Well, you see...

I'd like to leave the village with my family.

- Why?

No one is gonna harm you.

- Yes, I know, sir, but I...

- Get out or I'll kill you.

- But I'd still like to go, if I may.

This was a nice place, before you came,

but I've got my family to think about and...

- Well, nobody's tying you down.

- But maybe it's better you look at what he takes with him.

- I have nothing to hide.

- Wonderful. (chuckles)

- We'd better start keeping a watch.

You take first.

(Barrica speaks Spanish)

- Gray, let's try now, he's gone back in.

- We can't, Judy, he can see everything from that window.

If we make one move, he'll be on us.

(moody guitar music)

- Hondo. (laughs)

I was waiting for you. - Well, here I am.

- Barrett told you?

- Yeah, now you.

- Come on, we'll sit down and talk.

- Alvarez, what's there to drink?

- I have some fine bourbon.

- Barrett was saying there's a nice piece of work.

- Barrett was right.

Foster and his son stole quite a lot of money from me.

They were supposed to deliver a big ramada of horses

and they didn't.

And to top it off, Django killed four of my men yesterday.

(Hondo chuckles)

- I told you more than once, Alvarez...

The men you hire are good at everything.

Except shootin'.

- And I suppose that's just fine with you, amigo.

This way you obviously get a percentage of the gold.

You get it back for me and 1,000 is yours.

- I'll get it.

Of course, my price is 15.

(lively guitar music)

(moody guitar music)

- You're all crazy!

(lively guitar music)

(guns fires) (Dan groans)

(Mary gasps)

(horse neighs)

- Alvarez's waiting for you.

(moody guitar music)

(Mary moans)

(church bell tolls)

- If those men find out, it'll be the end.

(laughs)

Tomorrow morning, the stagecoach leaves for San Juan.

And you'll be on it, my dear, you and the money.

No one will notice you.

I'll join you later.

Without that money, I can go when I please.

(laughs)

Have a drink.

(moody guitar music)

- Little Mary.

Your father tried to fool me.

That's why Navarro was forced to kill him.

And then your brother, little Django,

took his gun and shot four of my men,

but he'll get what's coming to him.

Alright, lock her up inside.

(dramatic guitar music)

(Mary groans)

(moody guitar music)

- I've never had to work so hard in my life!

Do them up, pack and load them, drive them,

get rid of them, then back again!

All without a penny! - Shut up and get going.

- Not a single penny! - You'll get your money.

Go on.

(drunk laughs)

(drunk laughs)

- You're a liar and a vegetarian.

And I want nothing to do with you. (laughs)

(laughs)

You can't fool the old fox that easy.

I know your trouble.

You don't drink enough.

But I do.

Sure do.

Ralph.

- Let me help you, senorita.

- Thank you.

It's so hot tonight.

- Yes, hot, very hot.

- You know, it's like an oven in there.

- Well, then, why is Gray inside?

Isn't he hot? - He's sleeping.

Anyway, so many awful things have been going on

around this place, it's better to stay where you are.

- You're right, but until we find that money,

lots of other things are going to happen.

But you mustn't be scared.

After all, you have nothing to do with all this.

- Anyway, I'm so bored in this place.

I've decided I'm leavin'. - You mean it?

When, Miss Judy, tell me?

- Tomorrow, at sun up, on the stagecoach to San Juan.

- San Juan.

What times I had there.

(Judy chuckles)

- Please come there and visit me.

I'll tell you where.

Gray and I will be splittin' up.

We're seperatin' tomorrow.

- I am sorry that you're going.

I am afraid I'll be missing you very much.

- So please don't forget San Juan.

I wouldn't wanna miss you.

- You can count on it.

As soon as we have found the gold, I'll come to San Juan.

I've been away too long.

- Then I'll see you soon, senor.

- Barrica.

- Adios, Barrica.

- Adios.

- Rojo.

Go down to the village.

Tell Django his sister's waiting here with us.

And not to come without the money.

- Yeah, right away.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Senorita Judy.

I've come to see you off, allow me to open.

May I? - Thank you.

- Careful.

- Well, I'll look forward to-- - Get in there!

I'll see you in San Juan! (laughs)

(gun fires) (laughs)

Get away!

- [Undertaker] Who they shootin' at?

(gun fires)

- Throw that bag down.

(suspenseful music)

- That's right, throw it down.

- Don't let him through, Django, get him now!

Come on!

(gun fires) (Gray groans)

(undertaker laughs)

(moody guitar music)

(Barrica and undertaker laugh)

- Hey!

Let me look!

Let me look!

At least let me take a look!

- (laughs) What did I tell you, amigo?

No one fools Barrica. (laughs)

- Django, that was wonderful, really wonderful.

Now at last you can give me some money, eh, Django?

Just a little, you have so much there.

I've been working so hard, please, Django!

- Hey, what's the matter with you?

Can't you wait until we are ready?

- What do you mean? I'm an honest--

- I'll give you your money.

- I should think so, after all that work.

- Django!

Django.

Don Alvarez wants to see you, alone.

It's about your sister.

And he says bring along the money.

Otherwise...

- What do you mean otherwise? - I can't say anything else.

But you better just come to the ranch.

(moody guitar music)

- Hondo, what is it?

What do you want?

- It's been some time.

Django doesn't have so far to ride.

It'd be smart to go down to the village.

I don't believe he's gonna bring that money.

- He'll bring it alright.

- If you're so sure of that,

why don't you pay us in advance?

You're rich, Don Alvarez.

- That wasn't part of our deal.

If you want nothing more to do with it, get out.

(suspenseful music)

- You've cheated me for the last time, Alvarez.

- [Alvarez] Who do you think you're talking to?

(gun fires) (groans)

(guns fire) (dramatic music)

(moody guitar music)

- We took care of them all! (henchmen laugh)

(moody guitar music)

(horse neighs)

- Hondo.

Django will be here in a minute.

With the gold.

- Well, very good work, my friend.

(gun fires) (Rojo groans)

(church bell tolls)

- Barrica, I'm sorry about your 10%.

(Barrica chuckles)

Alvarez wants it all now.

- Don't worry, Django. (chuckles)

The life of your sister is far more important.

- Adios, amigo!

- Adios.

- Well!

I might have known, yes indeed, I might have known!

That I would go to all the trouble of giving 34 corpses

a beautiful burial and not make a penny!

- Alright, I'll pay for your funeral if you ever die.

What more can you ask for, huh?

- Well, I've got news for you.

Tubs of lard like you die first!

I'm gonna rob your pockets,

and just leave you lyin' in the middle of the street.

Yes, I will!

(moody guitar music)

(lively guitar music)

(suspenseful music)

(lively guitar music)

(suspenseful music)

- You were very smart to come, Django.

Now get off your horse.

I said get off it.

The two of you.

Alvarez told me you'd be here.

It was the last thing he said before he died.

- What was that?

- He tried to pull one over on me.

And so...

(melancholic orchestral music)

- Django!

(gun fires)

- Better not try any other tricks, Django.

(Mary groans)

(suspenseful music)

Now, if you've really got the money inside that sack,

we're gonna be alright.

- I've got the money here, Hondo.

- Just stop right there. (suspenseful music)

Off with that gun.

I mean now!

- Django.

- Now bring the bag, Django.

(moody guitar music)

(gun fires) (henchmen shout)

(henchman groans) (gun fires)

(guns fire)

- Here, Django!

(gun fires) (henchman groans)

(gun fires)

Hey!

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Django! (laughs)

(suspenseful music)

- Hondo!

You're all by yourself now.

Come out!

Barrica!

- I'm on my way, hold on.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (Hondo groans)

(gun fires) (Hondo groans)

(gun fires)

(moody guitar music)

- Django, Django! (melancholic orchestral music)

- It's all over, Mary.

All over.

- They used to call me the man of iron. (laughs)

- He could have hit you in the head.

- Look at this.

My head is even tougher. (laughs)

- Thanks for the gun.

(Barrica laughs)

(lively orchestral music)