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For wild animals...

we give them a whipping
when they turn against us.

This'll teach you not to run away.

Here.

You know what this cross means,
don't you? You Mexican bitch!

The flames will purify your sins.

What cemetery spat you out?

If you're here to bury these corpses...

hurry it up and keep quiet.

But I like conversation.

Seems like you're in a damned hurry...

to end up in that coffin
you're dragging around.

Maybe so.

You're from the North.

I fought for the North.

We don't like the ones
who fought for the North.

This is the South.

I can see that, brother.
I can see that.

Let's get it over with.
What do we care about this bum?

Let's just take care of the woman.

It's not nice to harm women.

What did you say?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is that
you're about to die.

My name is Django.

As long as you're with me,
no one will harm you.

You wouldn't get far.

Besides,
it's not time to cross that bridge.

My path, for now,
goes the opposite way.

What's your name?

- Maria.
- Let's go, then.

A bed for the girl.

Anything for you, stranger.

But for the girl, no.

She can't stay here.

Besides, I don't have any more rooms.
They're all taken.

Go see for yourself.

The key to your room.

Come on, give it to me.

Don't worry.
I'll pay for the inconvenience.

That should be enough.

Thank you. Look.

Get some sleep.
You've had quite a day.

The room is upstairs
at the end of the hall.

In the morning the girl must go.

Morning at the latest.
I'm sorry.

Got it?

One should never be in a hurry, friend.

Bring me something to eat.

Here you go.

If your trade is coffins...

you've sure come
to the right place.

I've met few customers, so far.

When this damned war got started...

between Hugo's Mexicans
and Major Jackson’s Southerners...

everyone left and the town
became what it is today...

a dead town.

And your girls sleep with the ghosts.

Well, we manage.
A little with the Mexicans...

a little with Major Jackson’s men.

We don't want trouble from anyone.

You're impartial.

There's some kind of agreement.

This is a neutral zone.

But we pay dearly
for the privilege of living.

You're new around here, young man...

and you don't know Major Jackson.

You don't know him, do you?

Who I know doesn't
concern you, old man.

Will you buy me a drink?

It takes guts to bring
that girl along with you.

It means taking on
both the racists and the Mexicans.

I like taking people on.

Really? All the better, then.

You know, my colleagues
are afraid of your coffin.

It doesn't bother me, though.

It's a job like any other.

Is there somebody in there?

A man named Django.

Good morning,
brother Jonathan.

For this month's dues...

this is all I could scrape together.

Business is bad.

Tell that to the Major himself.

I need to change
into a different dress.

In a little while
the Major's men will be here.

Maybe the Major himself, too.
He doesn't like green.

He's crazy about red.

Here.

I'll change here.

I'm used to having my mirror.

Don't worry. You might save yourself
if you’re nice to the Major.

Why don't you put on a red dress?

Come on, trust me.

Put on a red dress,
and you'll save yourself.

Major Jackson has nothing against you.

It's the Mexicans he can't stand.

He says it's the color of their skin
that bothers him.

You really went looking for trouble.

You could have stayed here with us.

But you ran off and fell right into the hands
of Jackson’s worst enemies: the Mexicans.

Why did you run away from them too?

- What is it you're looking for?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

Think you can pull my leg?

Of course they'll kill your man.

Too bad, such a good-looking boy.

A deck of cards, please.

He wants a deck of cards.

You like playing with the dead guy, eh?

If you do what I say,
you'll be fine.

Fix yourself up as much as you can.
It won't be difficult for you.

Thanks, but it wouldn't help.

Damn it.

That's Jackson having fun.

Some Mexican must have refused to pay.

So they're making him run.

It's terrible.

Go on.

Another one.

I'm bored. You take over.

Go!

There's an interesting
new arrival in town.

Now they'll come here.

They'll be looking for a good time.

Come.

Lock yourself in and don't move.

Major Jackson and his men are coming!

Good morning, Major Jackson.

Welcome, make yourselves at home.

Come.

It's not all here...

but as soon as I can-

I believe you, Nathaniel.

I believe you.

Cowards never cheat,
I know it well.

Especially when
they pay for protection.

You'll give me your dues
at Fort Charriba next week.

Next week, as you wish.

Thank you, Major. Thank you.

Hey, you.

- Come upstairs with me.
- I don't feel like it.

- Come on, let's go.
- No. You don't own me.

If not with him,
then come with me.

She said she doesn't feel like it.

Let her go.

Hold it.

Send the girls upstairs, Nathaniel.

Go on, girls.
Up to your rooms.

You too.

You have to be very brave
to talk to Ringo like that.

Brave or reckless.

Like the dirty Northerner who killed
five of my men down at the river.

He must have been pretty slick.

Five all at once.

That's a specialist's touch.

He also took a woman with him...

a whore sold to the Mexicans...

a woman who betrayed our race.

The war is over...

and those things
have gone out of style.

I'm sorry to contradict you...

but my war will never end, friend.

You're smart to drag a coffin around.
You'll get special treatment.

We'll bury you.

Usually we throw Unionist carrion
to the vultures, to poison them.

I didn't realize that racism
extended to the poor vultures as well.

I thought it only applied
to Southern pigs.

Let's get on with it, boys.

We've talked enough today.

I've got one more bullet.

But that would be too easy.

How many men
do you have left, pig?

I asked you how many men you have.

Forty.

Good, pig.

Next time,
bring all 40 with you.

It'll be more fun.

I'll be here, waiting for you.

Don't worry.

We'll come.

You can clean up...

but don't use my coffin.

I'll take a blanket.

Thank you.

What for?

For what you did for me.

I didn't do it for you.

Then thanks anyway.

You say "thanks" too much.
We'll see if I was right to save you.

I thank you because,
even if only for a few moments...

you've given me the feeling
of having a man nearby to protect me...

to love me.

In that case, the illusion
must be complete.

Brief, but complete.

Why did you let Major Jackson go?

He'll come back with his 40 jailbirds
and kill us all.

I know him all too well.

What are you afraid of, old man?

You pay for his protection.

I pay so I won't get killed
like the ones he calls inferior...

because of their dark skin.

The sun can also make your skin dark.

Yes, but Jackson and his men
will never admit it.

They have some kind of religion.
Have you seen the red hoods?

They're fanatics. They're crazy.

Sometimes fanatics must be eliminated
for the good of everyone else.

I know, but you can't do it alone.

I'm not alone.

Go away.

Take the girl
and go far away from here.

You worry too much, old man.
It's bad for your health.

Quickly, before Jackson gets here.

Go, you could try to reach the swamp
and get to the other side.

You better go back inside.

My plans haven't changed.

But if he finds you here,
he'll take it out on us and kill us!

There's nothing to fear, old man.

I told you...

I'm not alone.

Nathaniel, if you went
to warn the Mexicans...

who knows, maybe those two
could make it out alive.

Yeah, and I wouldn't make it
even as far as the cemetery alive.

With all those hooded maniacs
gathering right outside town...

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm sorry, but I have to hope
they kill him right away.

He'll suffer less,
and I'll lose fewer clients.

Holy Mother.

It's over, old man.

You won't have to pay to live anymore.

You killed them all.

Almost all.

Don't worry. You still have
the Mexicans as clients.

Get rid of the bodies, now.

Where will I put them?

We'll have to open a new cemetery.

Cemeteries are a good investment
around here, if you get paid up front.

What about Major Jackson?
Him too?

- I let him go.
- Why?

Because it wasn't his time yet.

I need him alive, for now.

If they had told me I'd end up here,
as a gravedigger with no pay-

Well, I guess it's better
above than below.

- Someone you knew?
- A part of my life.

Perhaps the only thing
that truly counted.

Did Jackson's men kill her?

They killed her.

And where were you,
when it happened?

Far away.

Too far, old man.

This damned woman
is the incarnation of sin.

She's the one who caused the rain
of blood to fall on the town.

Yes, it's true.

Because of you,
we'll have to leave this place.

Men won't want to come here anymore,
and we'll starve to death.

Don't be ridiculous. What happened
isn't Maria's fault. That's nonsense.

No, it's the truth.
Crush her, destroy her...

if you don't want another nemesis
to come crashing down on us.

Leave her alone.
What has she done to you?

Why are you picking on her?

Get out of here, you wretch,
we don't want you here!

You stupid women!
What are you doing?

She's the one who's responsible.

The Mexicans are coming!

Trying to run away, eh?

But you weren't quick enough.

You're one of Jackson’s damned spies.

You report what you see and hear.

It's because you have big ears.

But we know what to do with big ears,
don't we, boys?

Get going.

Hey, Yankee!

I thought there were
no more bastards in town.

You're Hugo's men.

Wait.

We better take him to the General.

He may want him alive.

Running away from us was risky, Maria.

I could punish you severely for it.

How about I cut off
one of your beautiful ears?

You had no right to hold me prisoner.

I had the same right as every man
over every woman he likes.

You know what, Hugo?

You sound just like
one of Jackson’s racists.

Whore!

Careful, Maria.

I won't let anyone talk to me like that.

You're half Yankee and half Mexican.

Don't remind me of the half I hate.

Look who's here.

The slickest gringo
in the whole frontier.

Hombre, how long has it been
since I've seen your dirty face?

This is Django, deserter, thief,
and more than a friend to me...

a brother.

Now we're even.

Take it easy, Ricardo.

I owe a lot to Django.

Only your life,
which I saved once in prison.

And now also your woman.
I brought her back to you, Hugo.

She's still in good shape. Take her.

She's not my woman.
She's a woman.

My throat is dry.

Let's celebrate our reunion.

To your health, Django.

Let's drink to the death
of Jackson’s pigs.

- Long live the revolution!
- Death to Jackson!

Those pigs are gone.

He killed them all.

You were able to kill
all those bastards by yourself?

That's impossible.
How did you do it, Django?

It wasn't too hard.

You would have done it too,
in my place.

Well, sure...

but my men are tired.

They all want to go home.

So do I, but the government army
is waiting for us in Mexico.

And we don't have enough weapons
to defeat them.

Yeah.

But I could help you, Hugo.

How?

This little toy is like having
150 rifles all at once.

This is what I used
to exterminate the Major's men.

What kind of a weapon is that?

Step aside, boys.
You might get scratched.

No! Don't do it, Django!
I beg you!

This is the kind of weapon I need.

With 10 of these it would be easy
to go back to Mexico, right, Hugo?

Where are the other nine?

They're waiting to be bought in Pecos.
I know the guy who sells them.

Thanks for the information, Django...

but ours is a poor revolution.

If you’re poor,
you have to try to get rich.

That's the only way you'll win.

Did you come here
to make fun of me?

No.

I came here to help you,
and to ask for your help.

Explain yourself.

At Fort Charriba there's enough gold
for both you and me.

Fort Charriba is very far
from the border...

and I can't go back to Mexico.

At least...

not until I have
those 10 machine guns.

Furthermore, those army dogs
outnumber us by a great many men.

Every weekend, the men at the fort
get a visit from Nathaniel...

who brings his wagon
full of women across the border.

- Isn't that right, old man?
- Well, yes.

Tell me more, Django.

This week, Jackson will go to the fort
to keep his gold safe in Mexico.

That's why I spared his life.

I want that gold even more
than I want his death.

And that gold will be ours, get it?

Got it.

But how?

It will be difficult, that's for sure.

But with our little toy,
it will also be fun.

The women are here!

- Finally, they're here.
- It's about time!

They're here!

This way!

Pigs!

Cowards!

Vamos!

Get on your horses! Come on!

Faster!

Django!

The machine gun is jammed!

Come on, horse!

If we make it across the border,
we'll be safe!

Then let's go!

Halt!

Come on.
Why did you stop?

We have to stop here.
We can't enter American territory.

Hurrah! General Hugo is here!

Compañeros, we’re back.

It was a magnificent trip!

The heist Django planned
was a total success!

Hurrah!

With the gold we'll buy arms!

We'll go back to Mexico!

We'll win the revolution!

- Hurrah!
- Long live the revolution!

- See, Hugo? We did it.
- Yes, we did.

All that's left to do is split up
the gold and say good-bye.

Give me my share.

So soon?

You want to leave right now?

Well, there's nothing left
for me to do in this town.

What do you mean, brother?

Together, we will do great things.

I'll make you a lieutenant
of my revolution.

You already have many lieutenants.
I only want what's due to me.

Please.

Are you kidding?

You'll have twice as much.

Twice as much, do you understand?

Once I'm in power.

Hugo.

I want my gold.

Hermano, you're obsessed.

No one will touch your gold.

Don't you trust me?

Django doesn't trust me.

You know, we'll keep your gold safe.

I'll show you. Come on.

Here.

There's only one door,
and plenty of guards.

In here the gold for our revolution
will be well protected.

No one can take it away.

It's a pile of gold, but it's powder.

Here, drink.

No.

What is it, whore?

In a bad mood because
the American's forgotten you?

Come here. I'll comfort you.

- Damn you-
- Ricardo!

Leave Maria alone.

You would have given her
to that American bastard.

- It's better if I get her.
- I decide who gets her.

You dog!

Thank you, Django.
You've saved my life again.

I won't forget it.

Look at Maria.

Look at her.

She can't take her eyes off you.

Take her, she's yours.

It will be a spectacular night.

Thanks, but she's not my type.

I prefer this one.

See, Maria?

The gringo prefers the Creole.

Don't take it personally.
Come and drink with us.

This is a great night!

Come on, muchachos!
Tequila for everyone!

Get undressed.

Keep undressing.

And don't pay attention
to what I'm doing.

Hey.

Look.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Look.

Beautiful, eh?

Now, hold on!

The horses!
The horses are getting away!

Quick, after them!

You have to take me with you, Django.

All right, as you wish.

Hurry, Django! Hurry!

Watch out!

Prepare the men, Miguel.

We're going hunting.

Take the cart. You can reach the pass
through the valley.

- There you'll be safe.
- What about you?

It's finally time for me
to cross that bridge.

I've waited a lifetime...

a lifetime to bury Django
in this coffin.

The gold will help me
make him disappear forever.

Forget the gold, Django.
What does it matter to you?

We can start a new life together.

I'll help you forget.

I love you, Django.

I left love behind many years ago.

It's buried under a cross
in the Tombstone cemetery.

If I brought you with me...

you might come to the same end.

And maybe...

you wouldn't be able
to make me forget.

Django!

Hang on!

We meet again, Django.

Where's the gold?

The mud swallowed it up.

A horse rears, a coffin slides.

It's fate, General.

It'll take more
than lost gold, amigo...

to change my fate.

We return to Mexico anyway, right?

The decision has been made.

We're even now, Django.

You saved my life twice.

And so have I.
Earlier, and now.

Yes, because I'm not going to kill you.

In my country, we don't kill thieves,
even when they betray a friend.

We have another way of punishing
thieves, don't we, Miguel?

Dog!

This is for our revolution!

And this is for the gold you stole!
You damned thief!

You dirty dog!

You thief!

You filthy coward!

Now it's your turn.

A gunslinger, even a talented one,
still needs his hands, right, Django?

Just pray Jackson doesn't find you.

It would be embarrassing for you.

And now, good-bye, Django.

My men and I are going back to Mexico.

To win, or to die!
Vamos, compañeros!

Adios, gringo.
We'll meet again in hell!

Help her, Nathaniel.

I think she could still make it.

All right, I'll do what I can.

But you must go now.
Don't stay here.

Jackson could be back
at any moment.

Django, go.

Save yourself. Get away,
before it's too late.

Don't worry about me.

There's one thing I have left to do.

I have to kill Jackson.

It's the only way for this town
to start living again...

and for me, as well.

You can't run away forever.

There comes a time
when you must stop...

and fight to the end.

I realized it when I was holding
your hand so tightly...

while the coffin was sinking
into the quicksand.

If I don't succeed,
at least I will have tried...

to redeem my life.

Django, your hands.

My hands will serve me yet.

Nathaniel.

Hide Maria and tell Jackson
that I'll wait for him...

by the crosses...

of Tombstone...

because his time has come.

Django is waiting for you
by the crosses of Tombstone.

But you have nothing to fear.

They destroyed his hands.

You thought you had won,
didn't you, Django?

Yet here I am,
still fighting my war...

a war which will never end.

You're praying, I see.

Of course, we pray
when we're close to death.

But you can't make the sign
of the cross with those hands.

I'll help you do it.

In the name of the Father...

the Son...

and the Holy...

Ghost...

Amen!

THE END