All language subtitles for The.Big.Gundown.1966.EXTENDED.US.1080p.BluRay.x264-SADPANDA

Are you Goolic?
- I've been waiting for you.

Looks like you've had a long trip.
300 miles. We left Texas fast.

So fast we killed our horses. Another
mile of walking would kill us, too.

But we've got the loot here.

Problem is that Corbett's
back there, just behind us.

Ah! Don't be a fool.
We're in Colorado now.

And Corbett can't cause trouble
here. What do you say? Have the times

been good or bad here, Goolic?
- Bad for outlaws.

Especially if they're wanted
for murder. They hang them

just like they do in Texas.
And, if you don't believe me,

ask Goolic.

Who are you?
- Don't you understand, you idiot?

When we thought we had him behind
us! He was in front all the while.

That's him! That's Jonathan Corbett.

- Unbuckle your belt!

Hello, Corbett. How are you?
- Fine. Thank you.

May I present Mr. Brockston?
- I've heard a lot about you.

Oh? Really? Not as much
as I've heard about you.

Miller, as father of the groom, I would
imagine you'd have some advice to offer.

Hm? Oh, yes. Yes.
Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well, this is my secretary, Mr. Lynch.

And this is Captain von Schulenberg,
who's a genuine Austrian Baron.

My bodyguard. - Your name
is well-known in Texas.

In Austria we also know of it.
- Huh! Professional courtesy.

You're being complemented. The
Baron was the best shot in Europe.

Twenty-three duals, twenty-three
widows. - My complements.

Thank you. I'm sure you've done better.
- Hm. I think,

the Baron is anxious to have you
demonstrate your skill against his.

I stopped playing with guns
when I was a boy of ten.

When I use my gun it's
because I have no other choice.

Well... have you met
everyone else? Ah, Melissa.

She's a graceful
beauty, don't you agree?

Perhaps you've seen her in theatre.

She's the rage of vaudeville.
As you see, I surround myself

with the best in every field.

Shall we take a walk?

Corbett, I've heard that
you have political ambitions.

Some of my friends want me to run
for it. But I don't think, I have much

of a chance.
- You don't value yourself enough.

Why, in Texas you're more popular
than Davey Crockett. You've cleaned out

this whole area of outlaws. It's
entirely at your own policing.

Also, one time you were the Sheriff.
- Not officially.

And then, not for long.
My saloon with a gambling table...

...was more profitable.

You know what you need?
You need someone to buy you

a campaign of high-level proportions.
- You mean someone like you?

Exactly.
- Why?

Corbett, I'm not trying to
buy you. You and only you

can help me realize a great project.

The building of a railroad
from the United States to Mexico

through Texas. The only thing I need

is a man like you in Senate to
support me with the government.

My railroad would advance this
state up to twenty years in one day.

Are you really interested in
the progress of this country?

Well, let's say I
construct this railroad

and make millions of dollars.
But I do construct it.

And only I can. What
do you say, Senator?

Alright. As long as we
understand one another, Brockston.

I'm interested in progress.
Not your personal profit.

Fair enough.

Hey, Chet!
- Well, I'll be! The McCoy brothers!

Where've you two been keeping yourselves?
- Sorry, interfering the festivities.

We've been to Lonely Corner.
- Baker's little girl, only 12 years old,

she's been raped. And stabbed to death.
We found her body a couple of hours ago.

Do you know who it was?
- A Mexican. A young barman

called Cuchillo. "Sanchez, the Knife".
We followed him for twenty miles.

But he was too smart to catch.
- He's heading South.

Probably making steady tracks for
that Mexican day labourers camp.

We're going after him.
- Surely! The Sheriff will organize

...the posse.

Miller, what's the sense of us
sending out a thirty man posse

when we've got one man who
can do it all by himself?

All honest men would
be grateful to the one

who brings this murderer to justice.

I'll bring you the Mexican. I'll bring
you the Mexican for a wedding present.

This will make you my honorary deputy.
- What do I need this for?

The star becomes your
life... A life with the law.

You will become a legend, my friend.

Wear it.

The star can come in handy.
- And shine brightly on your plans?

Hasta Manana.

Don't you need information about him?
- His name is Cuchillo Sanchez

and he'll be headed South.

Who is he?
- Jonathan Corbett.

He's a manhunter.
- What he's doing?

He's looking around.
- Is Cuchillo here?

He, Senor!

Maybe I could help you.

When someone talks to me
I want to see his face.

Be careful, Signore. He's quick
with a knife, as you can see.

Where is he?
- He's sitting in the barber's chair.

Get back, barber! I want
the man in the chair.

Get up, Cuchillo!

You're the barber aren't you?

Then give me a shave.

The great, great Corbett with a pig.

What have you caught? A big one?
- Not very.

His name is Cuchillo Sanchez.

I would have taken him in
alive. But he put up a fight.

It isn't Cuchillo. The boy just
happens to look a lot like him.

This is Paco Molinas. Sentenced
last month for robbery and murder.

Sentence is paid in full. Amen.

But you happened to get the wrong man.

Because his clothes were the
same. And when I found him,

it was my horse he was riding.
- Well, if things were like that,

you can stop looking around for
Cuchillo. This one here found him first.

Right now, the vultures have turned
your Mexican in to a heap of bones.

Well, I'm going to find a hotel
room. I'll be leaving tomorrow.

There ain't no hotel anymore.
There's nothing left. After the gold

played out of here, those that could
pulled out and left everything standing.

But as a favour I'll let you have
the bunk in the front cell. Of course,

for friends there's
another arrangement.

The best thing about my work is, you
soon become acquainted with all kinds

of people. Yesterday I had a Mexican
who said, "If you know anyone around here

who could pass for me, I'll give
him a gun and a horse." "Why?" I say.

"Because I want to have some
fun." And, would you believe it?

He did!
- Come here!

If you think we've talked enough.

Hm?

Where did you get
this? Who gave you this?

The Mexican. The one I told you.
- When?

Yesterday. Some time around noon.
- What was he like?

Better mannered than you are!

That's for sure. He had a nicer
face than you have, too! So there!

More sympathetic, more gentle.

And he's much richer, too. And if he
hadn't been set on going with the Mormons

he could have stayed all night,
too. Then I could convince him

to stay with me. What a
man... Hey! What a nerve!

If I take my hand away from
your mouth, will you be quiet?

Tell me. Is there a
young Mexican with you?

Yes. A good fellow who
respects the law of God.

Which wagon is he in?
- Why, I put him in mine.

But, right now he's at the spring
getting water with little Sarah.

Little Sarah? How old is little Sarah?
- Thirteen. Why do you ask?

Because this boy is wanted for
rape and murder of a little girl.

Hey, Sarah! Sarah! Come
in the water and play.

Come! See the little
fishes! Come on, Sarah!

Come on! The water here is shallow.

You can touch the bottom.

See? Come on!

No! No, no!
- Sarah, Please! Come on!

Don't make me come. Sarah!

Hey listen, we play a
game! You be the Mormon girl

and I be the wolf, hm?

Oh, what a pretty
thing you are, Sarah!

Come over, Sarah! Let me see!
Sarah, come on! So, that's it,

you want to play, hm? Ok!

Get up, Cuchillo!

I could easily kill you right now.
- Please, don't! Don't rob me, Signore!

I swear, I'm a poor Mexican!
By the virgin of Kuala Lumpur!

Have mercy! Don't kill me!
He wants to rob us! Please!

Don't let him! Don't let him!
- Come on!

Please say you meant that.
You meant it, didn't you?

He did mean to rob us, I thought.

He was a bandit-please,
say so! - Si. Si.

He was a bandit. But, worst
of all, he was an idiot.

Adieus, Chica. And gracias.

Adieus!

Sarah! Sarah, what happened?
- I had to shoot him. He was a bandit.

He was going to rob and kill us!
- Be quiet, Sarah.

Just let me look at him.
Doesn't seem serious.

Cuchillo? Where's Cuchillo?
- The boy's escaped.

At least I got here. Before
he hurt your daughter.

My daughter? Sarah?
Sarah's my fourth wife.

Hey! Who are you?

Just a poor man who doesn't
bother asking names, Signore.

I'm here because my stomach's empty.
- Go on! Clear out!

Go on now. Get moving!
- Si, Signore. But if that man's job

is open now, maybe I could do it?
You don't have to give me much,

but please, I need work.
- We don't have jobs for Mexicans here.

Vamoose!
- No, wait!

There's a job if he want. It will take
a while for Mike to get patched up.

Is there anything you're best at?

I'm best in all I do, Signora.

Perhaps. We'll see. The
man is hungry. Get a plate.

Huh! Not me.
- That's an order.

Right away.

Feel like working now?

I could stop a bull with my two hands.
- Alright. You show us

what you can do. Now,
who's got an idea?

Well, we've got old Barney
who's big and he's sure mean.

He's right back there in the old stable.
- Aye. We've got old Barney.

We've been waiting for you, wrangler.

That's old Barney. You said you could
stop a bull with your bare hands,

didn't you? Come on! Prove it!

I showed you!

Come in the house with me.

You can rest. I'll take you there.

Go to hell!
- Come here!

As I order. It must be at my
orders, just like the others.

What are you doing, Mr.?
- I'm taking this man with me.

He belongs to us.
He's wanted by the law.

In these mountains we've got no law

but the bullets in
our guns. Drop dead!

I said, I'm taking Cuchillo with me.

You've been told he's
not going back there.

- Stop it!

Men, put away your guns!
I blame my men for what happened.

They shouldn't have provoked you...
- Corbett.

I rather think, I owe you an apology.
But, I don't want you to believe

that this place is so backward
and so barren that the rules

of hospitality have been forgotten.

That one, he'll go back with
you. Put him in a safe place!

He'll be quite alright, I assure you.

May you burn! May your own mother mourn
your birth and pray that you will die!

You'll have some tea? So, I found myself
a widow and alone on this isolated ranch.

It's very lonely for a woman.

Especially because I was
educated for finer things.

You both may go!

These men talk and act
just like beasts, you see.

It's hard to keep on
holding their respect.

You're doing alright.

What are they doing?

She's got him alone.
- See? She has a new one, you poor idiot!

I bet she didn't wait a minute as
soon as you got out of the room.

Shut your mouth!
- Well, I feel sorry for you poor boys

because you're sharing this
time with me while they're alone.

Now that I've been displaced
as you have, I look as stupid

as I thought you were. Hah. Now
he's kissing her soft, white neck,

while she runs her fingers up his
back. Soon, there's nothing she won't

give to him. And so he reaches out...
- I'll kill you if you don't shut up!

The best thing that's happened in
this place is our meeting one another.

What are you trying to say?

Can't you see, though, now?

It's just beginning.
He's quick with a gun.

He can take what he wants. And
she'll try to keep him here.

But, if he stays he'll be your new boss.
He'll be here forever. And he'll get rid

of you all, one by one.
Well, I'm in it too.

You know what he came here for.
If I go back there to the gringos

they'll make me hang.

But, if we all go after him we can
stop him. Or else, we'll beat them.

And if we do?
- I tell you,

it's in your hands.

We wait for him to come
out, then we shoot him first.

Give me a gun. We
can kill him together.

What do you say?

Listen, Amigo! You'd better be
right. We'll keep an eye on you.

You watch me. You'll see me kill
him even before you can shoot.

Well... a nice idea, hm?
- You keep hoping that. You keep hoping.

We need a man here. A man of strength.
A man like you. Stay here, Corbett.

No. You wouldn't be
satisfied with just one man.

You enjoy being queen bee too much.

I saw you look at
that Mexican outside.

You saved him only for one reason:

So you could kill him yourself.

Thanks for the tea.

- I can stop them!
- Get back!

Next it's you, Mexican, if
you don't start shooting.

I'll try to get around behind him.
If you can keep him busy in front.

Right! Go ahead!
- Keep him under fire!

Adieus Cuchillo!

Adieus Americanos!

You fool!

It's a kid's trick to make you shoot
and waste all of your ammunition.

You wont fool me again.

Where are you?
- Here I am.

No! No, wait, please!
I beg you! I'm afraid!

Please don't leave me
here alone! Please! Please!

Don't leave me here alone!

Good water, hm?

Tastes good, hm, Cuchillo?
- It tasted better a minute ago!

I've been waiting for you.

It's the only water
around. For a hundred miles.

Next time you steal a horse,
make sure there's a canteen.

Get down! Take it easy!

Ah, you stink! If the
pistol didn't make you brave,

you couldn't do this to me.
- You talking to me?

And, if it weren't for
those stupid pigs back there

you wouldn't have even a chance to
catch me. I would have made you run.

You will never get me by
yourself! Understand? Never!

By yourself, you couldn't
catch a limping snail!

Go ahead. When I've finished breakfast,
I'll get the horse and catch up with you.

You must have come out
of your mother rotten!

Hungry?

Well, I guess even
animals have to eat. Here.

What bothers you about me?
- I've got nothing against you.

It's the law you broke that counts.

So that's it. And why does the law count?
- You mean, you don't know?

I do know a law. The one that says
most of the words in two parts,

the masters and the obeyers. In
my country, there was such a law.

And no-one ever knew who wrote
it. But we lived under it.

Then, one day we listened to Juarez.
And he said we should change it.

Everybody should be nice
and people should stop hating

each other and let the
men go free. Oh boy!

We thought it would work for a
while. But nothing really changed

So, you started running again.
- What was the use?

Because I always get stopped.

You don't see, what cares I've got.
Bet you don't know, I've got a family.

I've got three children! No money
to feed them. My wife is a saint.

She works from morning to
night as a maid to a priest.

And if I was in your
place, I bet, I would say,

"This man should be free to go."

If I was in your place,
I'd say the same thing.

But, I wouldn't be foolish enough
to expect another man to believe me.

Listen, don't you think, you owe
me some gratitude? I helped you

at the ranch, remember?
- So you could run.

You needed the extra time to escape.
- But, if I hadn't you... Besides,

I'm not able to kill a man unless
it's a fair fight. I couldn't do it.

But a girl of twelve! Her, you could?

Bravo! Bravo! May you rest
in peace, little snake!

You saw it?
- You got a bite.

If you want, I can draw it out. The
only way to get rid of the poison.

It's that fast, hm?

Don't think you have a lot
of time. In another minute

it could be too late.

Well?
- It still isn't enough, you know.

Now it should be burnt
to close up the wound.

Ah, yes. We really should burn it.

Get up!

Turn around!

No tricks!

Not me. I told you I couldn't kill a man
in cold blood. Now, maybe you believe it.

Go ahead. I'll be dead in
a couple of minutes anyway.

See? This is what bit you.

Here. It's yours. You want it?

If you don't kill me right
now, it will be the last mistake

you ever make.
- Ah, but to kill you

is a bigger mistake. If I kill you,
they'll just send another man after me

who's much smarter-much. Anyway,
now you'll owe me something.

I could have killed you, I didn't. From
now on we have an account to settle,

you and I. Next time, remember that.

But there won't be a next time.

Because you'll never get me!

Easy. There's plenty
here. Don't gulp it.

Thank you.
- You look like someone

who took the wrong turn by mistake.
How long have you been out here?

Four, five days. I don't know.
- Take it easy.

You've got to rest.

I'm after a man, an outlaw.

You've got to give me a horse and a gun.
- You're pulling my leg.

He's headed towards Mexico and I've
got to catch him before he reaches

the border. I haven't any money on
me. But any Sheriff in Texas will vouch

for me and pay you. My name's
Corbett. Jonathan Corbett.

Alright, Corbett. I'll try to be of some
help to you. You can climb on my wagon

and get some rest. But, as soon as
you get to the first town, you can...

Oh, I'm losing time.
I need a horse now!

- A horse? You expect me

to part with one year Loca, here?

Let him escape.

Someone else will catch him.
- If he gets in to Mexico...

Don't you understand? He's free.
- No. I don't understand.

I'm sorry.

Leave...

Leave him alone!

Murdered a child?
- Yes. A little girl.

How old was this girl?
- Twelve.

Was she good looking? Was it
your sister? Was it your cousin?

I never saw her.
- I don't understand.

Why are you following after this
Cuchillo? You must be a Sheriff.

No.
- I don't get you.

Captain, in my country, even a
private citizen who believes in justice

can help out the law.
- But now you come to Mexico.

That's right. Now I'm asking
you to help me find this man.

Hm. I'm not sure I should. You
can't even prove to me who you are.

Look! You must have
heard of this Cuchillo!

I know he lives in your town, Captain.

He said his wife worked for the Padre.

That's a big laugh! The
Padre's never let her

enter a church. Rosita's worked in
a bordello since she was fifteen.

Yes, I know Cuchillo. I know
that one well. He's one of those

pieces of trash who stood with Juarez.

- Then you're looking for him, too?

Maybe I am. But, I'm
not doing it for you.

In that case, I'll find him
myself. Goodbye, Captain.

You know, Signore, there
are people I hate even worse

than followers of Juarez.
I despise all Americanos.

So you go ahead. It makes no difference
to me who kills who. But, be careful.

You do anything in this town to cause
me trouble and I'll cause you more!

So, watch out!

I'm looking for the wife of
Cuchillo. Her name is Rosita.

Are you Rosita?

Twenty. You pay it now.
- Cuchillo. Are you the wife of Cuchillo?

Don't talk to me about
being the wife of that pig!

How long has it been since he was here?
- Three months he doesn't think about me.

Promised to stay here with me, then
stole all I had. Took my Madonna.

Where's he gone now?

- How do I know?
He's probably out drunk,

giving another woman what I
earned. But I pray he'll come back.

And then I scratch his eyes out!
- Alright! Calm down! When I find him,

there won't be a next time.

Why do you say that?
- He won't bother you anymore

because he'll be hung for murder.
- Hang my man?

Yes.
- You... you want to hang my man?

I'll kill you! Filthy scum!

You're defending him?
A rapist! A murderer!

Don't you understand?

Help! Help! Stop him!
He's a thief.

He tried to go without paying me!

Do you hear? Don't let him get away! No!
- Wait a minute!

I said, no trouble from you.

And you didn't listen.

Signora, I'll take you now.

And next you come, and you come,

and then, you...

One moment. This one comes with us.
- That is, if you have no objection.

No problem, Signore. I don't object.
After all, I'm a peaceful man.

Damned! Since when do you out a man
in prison because he drank a little?

Is it now a crime for a man to be happy?
- It's a crime to knife people

and then to knife a policeman when he
tries to stop you burn down the place!

No! No! It was those two who provoked
me! And the damn lamp fell out of my hand.

And the policeman put
his hand in my mouth.

I only closed it! I swear!
- Stay there! Now, you be quiet.

You're a brave man when there
are bars between us! Coward!

Guard! Come back!
- What's wrong?

Help! This man is mad! Let me out! I
want to get out, away from this maniac!

Tell me what he did to you!
- As soon as you turn your back,

he'll go for me again!
- Better cut out that shouting!

No! I'll keep shouting all night long!

And if I hear you breath
again, I'll shut your dirty,

stinking mouth for you! Understand?

No. You're the coward.

I'm not afraid of you, if
that's what's bothering you!

Here's the reason for
wanting my cell changed.

I've been in this jail before. And the
last time, no-one bothered to search me.

Why don't you make a racket? Do
you know, you're a strange person?

If I was in you, I'd have the guard
at that door without batting an eye.

It's fortunate for me that my country's
walls are made of mud and dried spit.

I'll get you. You
can't run fast enough

for far enough. I'll
hunt you down and kill you

like the rotten beast you are.

Beast? But, what about what you
are? Yes, I'm a beast, alright,

because I have to keep running.
But, can I stop to explain myself

without being killed? But, you
must have proof, hm? No, not you!

They told you I was guilty and right
away you start running after me.

You're the beast because you didn't
even ask if it was true or not.

But what if I give you a big
lie, hm? What if I tell you,

I didn't murder that girl?
It so happens, I know who did.

You'd laugh too if you knew
who that person really was.

Because if you know the truth,
from now on, you'll be the one

who's hunted. And you'll find you had
much more fun when you were the hunter.

Adieus, Amigo.

You'll never get me, Amigo!

Open up!

You're free now! You've been
cleared. San Antonio sent a telegram.

You're Corbett, alright. Now,
watch out! I'm not forgetting...

That dirty swine, Cuchillo!

Who else could escape in half an hour?
- So you can continue the hunt.

Don't worry. No-one will stop you,
you know. As I already told you,

here in Mexico, the Americanos
and the dogs of Juarez

can make trouble for each other
with the approval of the authorities.

May I buy it for you?

Baron, ask him, where
in the devil he's been!

Corbett, I have been
looking for you for two days.

No, Brockston, I don't buy your idea.

Listen to me. When the telegram
from the Mexican police arrived,

So, I took the effort to come
here personally. And I did so,

not to listen to your opinion,
but to clear up this matter.

In amongst all this is a matter of a
million dollars that never gets billed

because of a despicable Mexican.

The despicable Mexican means more to
me than all your money, or the election!

But, you also belong to me, Corbett.

To achieve strength like that, I
need you to eliminate the Mexican.

I've my own method, Brockston.
- But your own method has failed.

Now we'll use mine. And I guarantee
you, this two-bit Mexican won't get

away from me!

Oh, our gentle owner of the
house is not easily offended.

After all, he hopes to participate
in our railroad transaction.

And, furthermore, he doesn't
always understand our language.

I've prepared all my men, Signore.
They're all waiting outside the house.

I trust you're still decided on it?
- Well, at least as sure

as you are of wanting to
enter in to my business.

Yet, I understand he's a
Mexican, just like you are.

Oh, no. This man's a bumpkin.

Now, listen to me! Each
one of you will be paid

one hundred pesos. Is that clear?

And the one who catches
him will be paid...

one thousand pesos. And remember,
I want this Cuchillo caught!

All you have to do is find him.
But, turn this country upside down

if you have to. But, find him!

Alright now, clear off!

This isn't Cuchillo, you fool!

Sorry, Captain Segura. We seem to
be having a lot of trouble tonight.

What is it?
- Don Serrano's riders

are all over the town, armed
and looking for someone.

Oh! Don Serrano! Ah,
he's a big gentleman.

A proprietor. Pays a big
tax and puts out much money

for the church.
- What would we do?

Do what I'm going to do, sleep.

Those who sleep don't
see and don't hear.

May I ask you a question, Corbett?

When you are about to kill
a man, what do you look at?

I've asked this question of other men.
And do you know what they always say?

They look at his hands.

I don't. I look at his eyes.

Because a moment before he moves
his hand, his eyes betray him.

And you can always read death.

Yours.

Or his.

Don't you have too much already?

For once, please don't, Chet.
- Cut it out! Go to hell! Leave me alone!

Lizzie! Lizzie!

What's happened?
- I'm packing. I'm going home.

Why?
- Can't stand it anymore. Not with Chet.

You do something like that
and I'll wring your neck!

But, our marriage is...
- Yours isn't a marriage.

It's an optional Miller's land,
over which my railroad must pass.

Now, that's a lot of capital.
And you know, I don't want anybody

to touch that capital.

You! Hey, you!
- Si, Signore?

No!

No, Signore! No!

Damn you! You bundler! Didn't
you learn anything the first time?

Did you have to try it once more?
- What are you...

You know damn well what I mean!
- When did you know I was the one?

When it was too late, after
you'd married my daughter.

And when those two red-headed friends
of yours showed up at the party.

You pretended you'd just saw them. I
knew for a fact that you'd seen them

the night before. So, I had a
little talk with them like this.

And what did they tell you?
- The truth. That you got drunk and you

raped and killed that little girl
and the Mexican saw you do it. So you

got frightened and you blamed him.
- What will I do if they talk?

Don't worry. They won't
say anything anymore.

Did you ask yourself why
you haven't seen them lately?

I thought they'd just gone away.
- They did.

With Baron Von Schulenburg.
- Ah, go ahead.

You idiot! You think I did it
for you? I did it for my daughter.

I did it because I don't want anybody
to know that my daughter is married

to a murdering violator!
Now, there's only one left.

And when it's over tomorrow,
after the Mexican is dead,

then I begin to think about you.

I don't know! I haven't seen him!

I don't know! I swear it! I swear...
- Where is he?

You bitch! Where is he? Talk!

No, no, no, no, no, no! No!

Let her go, you pig!

What is it? Did they hurt you?
- No, no. But, go!

Please, Cuchillo. Run!
- Yes. I'll send for you, Rosita.

Go now! Be careful!

We'll be together. You'll see.
- Go now.

I designed this holster
myself. I originated it.

When I realised that in America,
the swiftness of the draw

is more important

than the precision

of the shooting.

I'll go and see if
they've saddled the horses.

The sun is rising. It looks
like a big ball of blood.

I say, that's an omen.

What to choose...

Not those.

These.

You know, with one of these you can
stop the charge of a mad buffalo.

It explodes inside
of the body like that.

You didn't know that hunting
was my passion, did you?

After making money. I've been
to Africa and India looking

for all types of animals to kill.

But, there's still one type of animal
that I haven't hunted-not with a gun,

that is. The hunting of man.

Should be interesting.

It seems he's hidden
in the cane fields.

- What's wrong? - They don't seem
able to pick up his scent.

Alright. Keep them
here, then. Come on!

Stop!

No! If we stop, we'll never catch him.
- It's better if we spread out.

Brockston, you take the
Baron and go around that side.

Chet, you come with me.

You men here, go to Signore
Brockston! Where is he?

Better go on foot.

You seem nervous.
- What are you trying to say?

I'm saying, don't make any mistakes!

Got that?

Over there. Go on!

Hold it!

What a stupid idiot I've been. I
always thought you were an honest man.

And now I see how blind I was.

You will kill me to
cover up the truth.

Go on!
- You know, what I'm talking about.

Yeah. I know now.

Drop the rifle.

No. The blade.

What's happened here?
- You're not blind!

Alright. Kill him! Pull
the trigger! Kill him!

I could have killed him several times,
Brockston. But, something seemed wrong.

And when you involved yourself
personally in this thing,

I knew it was wrong. You
thought, I'd shoot first

and then think, is that
it? That was your mistake.

Alright. You're really too
damn smart to be a Senator.

Alright, Baron, he's yours.

Brockston, there's still
a bullet left for you.

Fun's over, Brockston!

- Hija!

It's not over yet, Corbett!
I'm the man in charge!

You'd miss at that range.

I go in that direction.
- I go lower.

- Cuchillo!
- Ah. Nema na �emu, Amigo.

Adios!
You never would have got me!

Never!

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