All language subtitles for The Treasure of the Sierra Madre {1948} - English

Say, buddy, will you stake a fellow ―?

Hey, mister, will you stake
a fellow American to a meal?

- State lottery, senor? │- Beat it.
I ain't buying no lottery tickets.

- Four thousand pesos, it's a big prize.
- Get away from me, you little beggar.

The whole ticket is only 4 pesos.
It's a sure winner.

I ain't got 4 pesos.

Buy a quarter of a ticket
for 1 peso silver.

If you don't get away from me, I'm gonna
throw this water right in your face.

Then one-tenth of a ticket,
senor, for 40 ―

Senor, buy one-twentieth. One-
twentieth costs you only 20 centavos.

Look, senor, add the figures up.
You get 13.

What better number could you buy?
It's a sure winner.

- Yeah, well, how soon's the drawing?
- Only three weeks off.

Give me a twentieth so I don't
have to look at your ugly face.

Es un numero excelente,
senor. Gracias.

Come again next time.

I always have the winners,
all the lucky numbers. Good luck.

Thirteen? Heh, heh.

Excuse me.

Cigarette?

Thanks.

- Ah, it's hot.
- Yeah.

What a town, Tampico.

You said it, brother. If I could get a job
that'd bring enough to buy passage ...

I'd shake its dust off
my feet soon enough.

Yeah.

If I was a native, I'd get me a can
of shoe polish and I'd be in business.

They'd never let a gringo.

You can sit on a bench till
you're three-quarters starved.

You can beg from another gringo,
you can even commit burglary.

You try shining shoes in the street ...

or peddling lemonade out of a
bucket and your hash is settled.

Never get another job
from an American.

Yeah, and the natives would
hound and pester you to death.

- Some town to be broke in.
- What town isn't?

Hey, um, can you stake a
fellow American to a meal?

Hey, mister.

Will you stake a fellow
American to a meal?

Such impudence never came my way.
Earlier this afternoon I gave you money.

Having my shoes polished,
I gave you more.

Now you put the bite on me again.

Do me a favor.
Go occasionally to somebody else.

- This is beginning to get tiresome.
- Excuse me. I never knowed it was you.

I never looked at your face, just
your hands and the money you gave.

Beg pardon. I promise I'll
never put the bite on you again.

This is the last you get from me.

Just to make sure you don't forget
your promise, here's another peso.

- Thanks, mister, thanks.
- But from now on ...

you have to make your way through
life without my assistance.

Hey, buddy, will you stake
a fellow American to a meal?

I won't give you a red cent.

But if you wanna make some
money, I'll give you a job.

- What's the catch?
- No catch.

I got a job if you want.
It's hard work, but good pay.

- You ever rig a camp?
- Sure.

The ferry's making off,
one of my men hasn't shown up.

I don't know what's happened.
He's probably drunk.

- What's the pay?
- Eight bucks American a day.

Well, don't just stand there. Make up
your mind, the ferry doesn't wait.

- I'm your man.
- Come on.

- Hello there.
- Hello yourself.

Okay, you guys, get aboard.

Take it your way.

What's the matter with you two?
Can't you take it?

Well, it's 130 in the shade, and there
ain't any shade up there on that derrick.

Just figure you're a couple of million-
aires in your own private steam bath.

And the sooner we're through ...

the sooner we'll be back in town
drinking cold beer.

We finish within two weeks,
I'm giving you fellas a bonus.

Yeah, it's coming to us working
16, 18 hours a day like we do.

Don't go crying. What do you want?
I'm paying top salaries and a bonus.

How about our pay?
And when do we get it?

- I ain't seen a buck out of you yet.
- You'll get your dough, all right ...

don't worry about that,
when we get back to Tampico.

What could you do with money out here
anyway, except gamble and lose it?

You'll be paid as we
step off the ferry.

An agent was to be here with the dough.
Don't know what could've happened.

Nothing to worry about.
I'll go and pick up the money.

You men stay here.

Any objection to a couple
of us coming with you?

Don't you trust me?
You think I'd run out on you?

I don't think you'd do that.

But I ain't got a cent, not even
enough to buy me a glass of beer.

Say, you two guys meet me
over at the Cantina Madrid.

It's a quarter of 2 now and I'll
be over there no later than 3:00.

Pat McCormick, si.
He come in from time to time.

I no see him lately.

Pat McCormick?
What about Pat McCormick?

- Supposed to meet us here.
- Does he owe you money?

Yeah.

Say, how long you guys
been around Tampico, anyway?

What's that got to do with it?

Only foreigners and half-baked
Americans fall for McCormick's tricks.

How do you mean?

I mean he hires dumb guys
like you to work for him.

When it comes time to pay off,
he takes a powder.

How much we got left
of that 10 he gave us, Dobbsie?

- Two-fifty. │- That's not
even enough for one bed.

I know a joint that's full of
rats, scorpions and cockroaches.

The cots are only
50 centavos a night.

Jobs that were a dime a dozen
ain't to be had at all.

Streets are full of guys ...

pushing each other for a meal.

Gold in Mexico? Sure there is.
Not 10 days from here by rail.

There's a mountain waiting for
the right guy to come along ...

and discover her treasure.

The question is:
Are you the right guy?

Real bonanzas are few and far
between. They take a lot of finding.

Answer me this, will you? Why is
gold worth 20 bucks an ounce?

I don't know.
Because it's scarce.

A thousand men go
searching for gold.

After six months one of them's
lucky. One out of the thousand.

His find represents not only his own
labor but that of 999 others to boot.

That's, uh, 6,000 months, 500 years ...

scrambling over mountain,
going hungry and thirsty.

The gold is worth what it is because of
the human labor that went into finding it.

- Never thought of it like that.
- There's no other explanation.

Gold ain't good for nothing except
for making jewelry and gold teeth.

Gold's a devilish sort of thing.

You start out, you tell yourself you'll
be satisfied with 25,000 worth of it.

So help me Lord and cross my heart.
Fine resolution.

After months of sweating, growing
short on provisions and finding nothing ...

you finally come down to 15,000,
then 10.

Finally you say, "Lord, let me
just find $5,000 worth.

I'll never ask for anything
more the rest of my life."

Five thousand dollars
is a lot of money.

In this joint it seems like a lot.

If you was to make a real strike,
you couldn't be dragged away.

Not even death would keep you
from trying to add 10,000 more.

Ten, you'd wanna get 25.
Twenty-five, you'd wanna get 50.

Fifty, 100. Like roulette.

One more turn, you know?
Always one more.

It wouldn't be that way with me.
I swear, it wouldn't.

I'd take only what I set out to get.

Even if there was half-a-million dollars'
worth lying around waiting to be picked up.

I've dug in Alaska
and Canada and Colorado.

I was in the British Honduras,
I made my fare back home ...

and almost enough
to cure me of the fever I'd caught.

Dug in California and Australia.
All over the world practically.

Yeah. I know what gold
does to men's souls.

You talk as though you struck
it rich sometime, pop.

How about it?

Then what are you doing
in here, a down-and-outer?

That's gold.
That's what it makes us.

Never knew a prospector
yet that died rich.

Make one fortune, he's sure to
blow it trying to find another.

I'm no exception to the rule.

Ah, sure, I'm a gnawed old bone now, but
don't you guys think the spirit's gone.

I'm set to shoulder a pickaxe anytime
anybody's willing to share expenses.

I'd rather go myself.
Going alone is best.

But you gotta have a stomach for
loneliness. Some guys go nutty with it.

Going with a partner is dangerous.
Murder is always lurking about.

Partners accusing each other
of all sorts of crimes.

As long as there's no find,
the noble brotherhood will last.

But when the piles of gold begin to
grow, that's when the trouble starts.

Now, I wouldn't mind a little
of that kind of trouble.

I think I'll go to sleep
and dream about piles of gold ...

getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

Do you believe what that old man who was
doing all the talking at the Oso Negro ...

said the other night ...

about gold changing a man's soul
so's he ain't the same kind of a guy ...

that he was before finding it?

Guess that all depends on the man.

That's exactly what I say.

Gold don't carry any curse with it.

It all depends on whether or not the
guy who finds it is the right guy.

The way I see it ...

gold can be as much of
a blessing as a curse.

- Hey, uh, Dobbsie?
- Yeah.

Look who's coming out
of the Hotel Bristol.

Is that Pat McCormick
or am I seeing things?

It's him.

- Let's get him.
- Let's get him hard.

Why don't you and me
go and buy me shopping things?

For instance, I could
use a new pair of shoes.

Hello, fellas, how are you?
Glad to see you.

- Mr. Dobbs and Mr. Curtin,
Senorita ... │- Lopez.

Lopez. I want you fellas to
come and have a drink with me.

I have business with these gentlemen.

You go back up to the hotel
and wait, huh? I won't be long.

Okay.

Let's have that drink. Where you been?
I've been looking all over for you.

Three shots of rye.

Make mine brandy, Three Star.

- Two brandies.
- Rye is good enough for me.

I suppose you're wondering
about that money that's coming to you.

The fact is I haven't been paid
off on that contract yet myself.

If I had the money, you'd get it first thing.
I'll put you both on my next contract.

It'll come through Monday,
we set out Friday.

Here's to mud in your eye.

We want what's coming to us
and we want it right now.

- Didn't I get through telling you ―?
- Better come across.

Well, boys, I'll tell you what
I'll do. I'll give you 25 percent.

I guess I can make it 30 percent.
The balance, the middle of next week?

Right here and now.

Every cent or you won't walk out
of here. You'll be carried out.

Let's don't stop being friends.
How about another drink?

Two more brandies.
Put the bottle on the bar.

If you got ideas
about getting us liquored ...

Oh, no, I'm just inviting you
to have a friendly drink with me.

- I'm licked, boys, I'm licked.
- Give us our money.

Yeah, give us our money.

I can't see.

Fifty, 100, 200 ...

three hundred.

- That's it, ain't it, Curt?
- Yeah, that's it.

Let's beat it before the law arrives.

Here's for the drinks
and the use of the cantina.

- You know something, Curt?
- What?

We ain't very smart, hanging
around Tampico waiting for a job.

Money's getting shorter every day ...

and soon we're right back
where we were, on the bum again ...

pushing guys for dimes and
sleeping around in freight cars.

That's right. Got any ideas?

Yeah.

That old man in the Oso Negro
started me to thinking.

What about?

Why not try gold-digging
for a change?

It ain't any riskier than
waiting around here for a break ...

and this is the country where
the nuggets are crying for you ...

to take them out of the ground,
make them shining coins ...

on the fingers and necks
of swell dames.

One thing, living in the open is
cheaper than it is here in Tampico.

Our money would last longer.

The longer it lasts, the greater our
chance of digging something up would be.

We'd have to have equipment, all right.

Picks and spades, pans, burros.
Wonder how much it would all cost.

- That old man would know.
- Yeah, he could give us some pointers.

He's too old to take along.
We'd have to pack him on our backs.

You can't tell about some
of those old guys.

It's surprising sometimes
how tough they are.

I don't know what gold
looks like in the ground.

I've only seen it in jewelry-store
windows and people's mouths.

You know anything about prospecting?

Uh ... Not much,
when you come right down to it.

We might have use for an
experienced guy like that old-timer.

Let's go hunt him up right away.

Will I go? Heh. Well, what a
question. Of course I'll go.

Any time, any day, I was
waiting for two guys to ask me.

Out for gold?
I'm always at your service.

I got 300 bucks ready cash in the bank.
Two hundred, I'm all set to invest.

Last money I got.
When that's gone, I'm finished.

If you don't take a risk,
can't make a gain.

- How much dough you guys got to put in?
- I got 150 bucks and Curtin's got the same.

Five hundred ain't enough to buy tools,
weapons and essential provisions.

- What do we need weapons for?
- Meat's one thing and bandits another.

Bandit country's where we'd be going.
We ought to have 600 between us.

- That much, eh?
- Can't you dig up any more?

- Not a red cent.
- Senor.

Senor! Give me my money, senor.

- Ten percent for selling the winning
ticket. │- Get away from me, will you?

Please, senor. Whoever draws the
lucky number gives a present to ―

I don't want any lottery ticket.

If you don't, you have bad
luck the rest of your life.

What? Wait a minute.
What did you first say?

He sold you the winning ticket.

Hey, wait a minute.
This what you mean?

Si, senor.

- It's the winner?
- Two hundred peso prize.

Where?

- Hey, that's my number.
- Sure enough.

Just look at that fat,
rich printed number.

That's the kind of sugar
Poppa likes. Oh, 200 pesos.

Welcome, sweet little smackeroos.

Here, son, here's a present
for you with my blessing.

- Muchas gracias, senor.

Well, would you like to shake
the hand that bought that ticket?

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations, yourself.

- You profit out of this the same as
I do. │- How do you make that out?

Didn't he just say we needed 600 bucks?
That's what we've got now, ain't it?

- Yeah, but ―
- But what?

- You're putting up for me?
- This is an all-or-nothing proposition.

If we make a find, we'll be
lighting our cigars with $100 bills.

If we don't, the difference
between what I put up ...

ain't enough to keep me
from being where I was:

Polishing a bench with my pants.

Put her there, part.

We'll buy our burros at Perla and
head northwest away from the railroad.

No use looking nearby a railroad,
or any kind of a road at all ...

because construction engineers examine
every bit of ground around the road ...

while they're building.
We go where there's no trails.

Where no surveyor or anybody who knows
anything about prospecting has been before.

The best place to go to ...

anybody works on a salary wouldn't go
because he wouldn't risk his hide.

I got three of them.
How many did you get?

- A couple.
- I'm one up. I bet I got more.

I got three. Nice shooting, eh?

Look at that hole two inches
from my head. That was close.

The bullets were flying thick and fast
in here. It sounded like a swarm of bees.

That bandit with the gold hat, I had
my sights on him, nice as you please.

The train gave a jolt and I missed.
Wish I'd got him.

Big boulder on the
track, so train stop.

Bandits get big surprise because
soldiers on the train waiting for them.

- Not many passengers get killed.
- Here's where we're bound for.

Don't show whether there's
mountain, swamp or desert.

That shows the makers
of the map don't know.

Once on the ground,
we open our eyes and look around.

Blow our noses too. Believe it
or not, I knew a fellow ...

who could smell gold like
a jackass can smell water.

What's all that about?

We're going into country
very wild and dangerous.

Have to cut through jungles and climb
mountains so high they rise above the clouds.

Tigers so big and strong they can climb
trees with burros in their mouths. Good.

Glad to hear such tall tales because that
means few outsiders have set foot there.

Well, let's get going.

Oh.

Hey.

If there was gold in them mountains,
how long would it have been there?

Millions and millions of years,
wouldn't it?

What's our hurry?

A couple of days more or less
ain't gonna make any difference.

Remember what you said
back in Tampico ...

about having to pack that
old man on our backs?

That was when I took him
for an ordinary human being ...

not part goat.

Look at him climb, will you?

What gets me is how he can go all day
long in the sun without any water.

Maybe he's part camel too.

If I'd known what prospecting meant ...

I'd have stayed in Tampico and
waited for another job to turn up.

- Hey.
- What's the matter?

Look.

- Look at it glitter.
It's yellow too, like ― │- Like ...

Gold.

Howard. Howard. Howard! Howard.

Come back, we've found something.

Hey, look. Hey, look, Curt, there's
a vein of it here in this rock.

And look here. Look, it's all around.

What else could it be?

Only gold shines and
glitters like that.

We've struck it, Curt.

Look, from the looks of things ...

we've struck it rich.

- Look, it's all over here.
- We found ― What do you call it?

- Mother lode.
- Right.

Howard. Come on. Look. Look.

Here, look at this rock.
It's full of gold. Veins of it.

This wouldn't pay dinner
for a carload.

It ain't gold?

Pyrite. Fool's gold.

Not that there ain't
plenty of the real stuff.

Walked over it four or five times.
A place yesterday looked rich ...

but the water for washing
the sand was miles away.

The other places, there wasn't enough
gold to pay us a good day's wages.

Next time you strike
it rich, holler for me ...

before you start splashing water
around. Water's precious.

Sometimes it can be more precious
than gold.

Burro.

- What's up?
- Norther, looks like.

A "norther"? What's a "norther"?

Big winds from the north
this time of year.

When they blow hard, this desert country
stands right up on its hind legs.

There's only a few more miles
of this heavy stuff.

Pretty soon we'll be
out of this valley.

Hey, you fellas,
how about some beans?

You want some beans?

Going through some mighty rough country
tomorrow. You better have some beans.

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking we ought to give up ...

leave the whole outfit ...

everything behind.

Go back to civilization.

What's that you say? Go back? Ha, ha!
Well, tell my old grandmother.

I got two bedfellows who kick
at the first drop of rain ...

and hide when thunder rumbles.

My, my, my. What great prospectors.

Two shoe clerks reading
about prospecting for gold ...

south of the border
or west of the Rockies.

Shut your trap. Shut up
or I'll smash your head flat.

Go ahead, throw it. If you did, you'd
never leave this wilderness alive.

You two would die here
more miserable than rats.

Oh, leave him alone.
Can't you see the old man's nuts?

Nuts? Nuts, am I? Let me tell you
something, my two fine bedfellows.

You're so dumb, there's
nothing to compare.

Dumber than the dumbest jackass.
Look at each other.

Ever see anything like
yourself for specimens?

You're so dumb ...

you don't see the riches
you're treading on.

Don't expect to find
nuggets of molten gold.

It's not that rich.
Here ain't the place to dig.

It comes from someplace
further up. Up there.

Up there's where we
got to go. Up there.

- Is that it?
- That's it, all right.

- Gold, I mean.
- Yeah.

Sure don't look like
I thought it would.

- Not much different from sand.
- Yeah. It's just like plain sand.

- It don't glitter.
- It will when it's refined.

Some other guy's job.

All we got to do is mine it
and get it back there.

Gold ain't like stones in a riverbed.
It don't cry out to be picked up. Ha.

You got to know how to recognize it.
And finding ain't all. Not by a long shot.

Got to tickle her so
she'll come out laughing.

Yeah, it's mighty rich.
It'll pay good.

- How good?
- Oh, about 20 ounces to the ton.

- That's $20 an ounce.
- How many tons can we handle a week?

Depends on how hard we work.

We better pitch our camp
down the mountainside.

Why, when the digging's here?

Anybody happens by, we can
tell them we're hunters.

- Wouldn't it be easier to file a claim?
- Easier, but not so profitable.

An emissary from one of those
big companies would be here ...

with a paper in his hand
showing we had no right to be here.

Yeah. Well?

How does it feel to you fellas
to be men of property?

Huh.

The tanks will leak at first ...

till the boards begin to
swell and close the seams.

I sure had some cockeyed ideas
about prospecting for gold.

It was all in the finding,
I thought. Ha, ha.

Thought all you had to do was find
it, pick it up, put it in sacks ...

and carry them to the nearest bank.

You're learning. I won't
be able to tell you a thing.

- Tank full yet?
- Right to the top.

Open the sluice gate.

How much do you figure it to be now?

Oh, about $5,000 worth, I reckon.

When are we going to
start dividing it up?

Anytime you say.

What's the use in dividing it
at all? I don't see any point.

We're all going back together
when the time comes.

Why not wait till we get paid
and then divide the money?

- Either way suits me. You fellows decide.
- I'm for dividing it up as we go along.

Make each guy responsible
for his own goods.

I'd just as soon have it that way.

I haven't liked the responsibility
of guarding your treasure.

Who asked you to?

Ha, ha. That's right.
You never asked me.

Only I thought I was the most
trustworthy of the three.

You? Ha! How come?

I said the most trustworthy. As far as
being the most honest, no one can say.

I don't get you.

Suppose you're charged
of taking care of the goods.

One day I'm deep in the brush and
Curtin's on his way to get provisions.

That'd be your chance to pack
up and leave us in the cold.

Only a guy that's a thief at heart would
think me likely to do a thing like that.

Right now
it wouldn't be worth your while ...

but when the pile's grown to 300 ounces,
think of such things you will.

How's about yourself?

Ha, ha. Oh, I'm not quick
on my feet any longer.

You're a lot tougher
than when we started out.

By the time the pile's grown to be tempting,
I won't be able to run as fast as you.

You'd get me and string
me up in no time.

That's why I think
I'm the most trustworthy.

Looking at it that way, you're right.

But maybe it would be a good idea ...

to cut the proceeds up
three ways every night.

Relieve you of a responsibility
you don't like.

Swell by me. After we got
a couple of hundred ounces ...

it'll be a nuisance
carrying bags from our necks.

Each of us will have to hide his share
of treasure from the other two.

Having done so, he'll have
to be forever on watch ...

that his hiding place's
not discovered.

What a dirty, filthy mind you've got.

Oh, no. Not dirty. Not dirty, baby.
Only I know what kind of ideas ...

even supposedly decent people
get when gold's at stake.

All right.

Here she goes three ways.

Dobbs.

Howard. Howard. Howard.

Howard, come quick.

He's coming around.

Lay still a minute till
you get your senses back.

What happened?

Part of the mine caved in on you.

Got a knock on the head.

No bones broken?

No, I don't think so.

- Who pulled me out?
- Curtin did.

I owe my life to you, partner.

Forget it.

What are you gonna do with your
money when we get back and cash in?

I'm getting along in years.
I can still hold up my end ...

when it comes to a hard day's work,
but I'm not the man I was once.

Next year, next month, next week, by
thunder, won't be the man I am today.

I'll settle down in a quiet place ...

get a little business,
hardware, grocery store ...

spend my time reading comic
strips and adventure stories.

One thing's for sure.
I'm not gonna go prospecting ...

waste time and money
to find another gold mine.

How about yourself?
What plans have you?

I figure on buying some land
and growing fruit. Peaches, maybe.

How did you come to
settle on peaches?

One summer, when I was a kid ...

I worked as a picker in a peach
harvest in the San Joaquin Valley.

Boy, it sure was something.

Hundreds of people, old and young.

Whole families working together.

At night, after a day's work ...

we used to build big bonfires and
sit around and sing to guitar music.

Till morning sometimes.

We'd go to sleep, wake up and
sing, and go to sleep again.

Everybody had a wonderful time.

Ever since, I've had a
hankering to be a grower.

It must be grand watching your
own trees put on leaves ...

come into blossom and bear.

Watching the fruit get big and
ripe on the boughs, ready for picking.

What's all that about?

We're telling each other
what we aim to do.

Oh!

Now me, I got it all figured
out what I'm gonna do.

Tell us about it, Dobbsie.

Well, first off, I'm going to a Turkish
bath and I'm gonna sweat and soak ...

till I get all the grime
and dirt out of my system.

Then I'm going to a haberdasher
and gonna get myself brand-new duds.

Dozen of everything.

Then I'm going to a swell cafe,
order everything on the bill of fare ...

and if it ain't just right,
or maybe even if it is ...

I'm gonna bawl the waiter out,
take the whole thing back.

What's next on the program?

Well, what would be?

I wouldn't talk or
even think about women.

Ain't good for your health.

Yeah, maybe you're right, seeing
as how the prospects are far off.

You know what?

We ought to put a limit on
our take, agree between us ...

when we get so much,
we pull up stakes.

- What do you think the limit ought
to be? │- Say $25,000 apiece.

Twenty-five thousand?
Eh, small potatoes.

How much do you say?

Oh, 50,000 anyway,
75 would be more like it.

Take a year, if the vein
held out. Wouldn't be likely.

What's a year more or less when
that kind of money is to be had?

Oh, 25,000 is plenty
as far as I'm concerned.

- Enough to last me the rest of my lifetime.
- Well, sure, you're old. I'm young.

I need dough and plenty of it.

Twenty-five thousand in one piece
is more than I ever expected to get.

- Small potatoes. │- There's no
use making hogs of ourselves.

Hog, am I?

I'd be within my rights if I demanded
half again as much as you get.

How come?

There's no denying I put up
the lion's share of the cash.

So you did, Dobbsie,
and I always meant to pay you back.

In any civilized place the biggest investor
gets the biggest return, don't he?

Ha. That's one thing
in favor of the wilds.

Not that I intend to demand it, but
I'd be within my rights if I did.

Next time you call me a hog just remember
what I could've done if I'd wanted to.

It'd be wise not to put
things on a money basis.

Here you are, Dobbs.
What I owe you with interest.

I just don't like being
called a hog, that's all.

Better not jump out.
I might have let you have it.

Out for a midnight stroll?

Tiger around, I went
to see the burros.

- So?
- What's the matter, Dobbsie?

I think I'll see if the
burros are all right.

Go ahead. Help yourself.

- What's up?
- Nothing's up.

Where is Dobbs?

Poking around in the dark out there.

He's sure taking a
long time out there.

I think I'll go have a look-see.

Where's Curtin?

He's out there somewhere.
Said he was gonna have a look-see.

It's me again, but I
won't take my turn.

Stop worrying about your goods, go
to bed. We got work to do tomorrow.

Can't catch me sleeping.
Don't you ever believe that.

I'm not that dumb.

The day you try to put
anything over on me ...

it'll be a costly one for both of you.

Any more lip out of you and
I'll up and let you have it.

If you know what's good for you ...

you won't monkey around
with Fred C. Dobbs.

You ought to get a load of Dobbs.
He's talking to himself.

Something's eating him,
I don't know what.

He's just spoiling for trouble.

"We're running short
of provisions, Dobbsie.

How about you go into the village?"

Who does Howard think he is,
ordering me around?

What's that, Dobbs?

- Nothing.
- Look out.

It's a bad sign when a
guy talks to himself.

Yeah? Who else am I gonna talk to?

Certainly not you or Curtin.

- Fine partners you two are.
- Something up your nose?

Blow it out, it'll do you good.

Don't get the idea you two
are putting anything over.

- Take it easy.
- I know what your game is.

You know more than I do.

Why am I to go to the village
instead of you and Curtin?

Don't think I don't see through that.
You two have thrown together against me.

The two days I'd be gone would give you
time to discover where my goods are.

Fear along those lines,
take your goods with you.

And run the risk of having them
taken from me by bandits?

If you run into them,
you'd be out of luck anyway.

They'd kill you for
the shoes on your feet.

So that's it.
Everything's clear now.

You're hoping bandits will get me.

That would save you a lot
of trouble, wouldn't it?

Your consciences
wouldn't bother you none neither.

All right, Dobbs, forget about it.

Ah, just like I thought.

- What's the idea?
- Put your hands up.

I've a good mind to haul off and
pump you up, chest and belly alike.

You mind telling me
what this is about?

- It won't get you anywhere
playing dumb. │- Well, I'll be.

- So that's where your goods are hidden.
- What's the trouble here?

Seems like I accidentally stumbled
on Dobbsie's treasure.

Accidentally? Why were you trying
to pry up that rock, tell me?

- I saw a Gila monster crawl under it.
- Brother, I gotta hand it to you.

You can certainly pick up a
good story when you need one.

Okay, I'm a liar. There isn't
a Gila monster under there.

Let's see you stick your hand
in and get your goods out.

- Go ahead.
- Sure, I will.

But you try any bad moves ―

Don't worry. I'll stay right
where I am. I wanna see this.

Reach in and get your goods.

If you don't, we'll think you're
yellow, won't we, Howard?

They never let go, do they,
once they grab onto you?

You can cut them in two and the
head will still hang on till sundown.

By that time, the victim
doesn't care. He's dead.

- Isn't that right, Howard?
- I reckon.

Why don't you stick your
hand in, get your treasure?

Couldn't be because you're scared after
you've been shooting your mouth off?

Show us you ain't yellow.

I'd hate to think my partner
had a yellow streak up his back.

I'll kill you, you dirty, thieving ...

Okay, Howard, I got him covered.

Another bad move out of you
and I'll blow you to kingdom come.

Howard, turn that rock over, will you?

The Federales are very efficient.

Yeah. Bandidos, eh?

Yeah, seems between them
they had a diamond ring ...

pearl earrings, money ...

and a railway ticket with the date
of the Aguascalientes robbery on it.

They've been here several days,
drinking, shooting.

The villagers are afraid
to stick their noses out.

Where are they taking them now?

- The cemetery.
- Oh.

The Federales don't operate
in our American way.

They aren't fingerprint experts,
but they can follow any trail.

Against them,
no hideout is any use.

They know all the
tricks of the bandits.

Yeah, you can bet your sweet
soul they'll trace down ...

every last one of that group
that attacked the train.

It'll take time, months maybe,
but they'll do it.

Not many Americans get around this way.
You're the first one for a long time.

That so?

- Mighty rugged country hereabouts.
- Yeah.

My name's Cody.

- I'm from Texas.
- Curtin.

- What's your game?
- I'm a hunter.

- Professional?
- Yeah.

What all do you hunt?

Oh, tiger cats, anything
of commercial value.

- How long you been in these
mountains? │- Oh, a few months.

Ever seen anything
that looked like pay dirt?

No.

I've a hunch there's loads of the
real goods up in those mountains.

No, I know
the whole landscape around here.

If there'd been gold,
I'd have seen it.

- There's nothing doing here for gold.
- I can look at a hill five miles away ...

and tell you whether it carries
an ounce or a shipload.

If you haven't found anything, I'll
come with you, put your nose in it.

There's indications in this
valley, lots of indications.

I find they come from that ridge up
there, washed down by the tropical rain.

- You don't say so.
- Yes, I say so.

So much for those bandits.

You gotta hand it to the Mexicans
when it comes to swift justice.

Once the Federales get their mitts on
a criminal they know just what to do.

Hand him a shovel, tell him
to dig. He's deep enough ...

they tell him to put the shovel down,
smoke a cigarette and say his prayers.

In another five minutes he's being
covered over with the earth he dug out.

Yeah, you gotta hand
it to them, all right.

I meant what I said about going along
with you. Those are my burros.

I'm ready to start, if you'll let
me go with you to your camp.

Thanks anyway, but I prefer
going it by myself.

- Good luck.
- Adios.

Burros.

Come on, burros.

I went way around, stayed on hard
ground which wouldn't show the tracks.

Every time I hit a high point and
looked, I could see he was still coming.

I guess it's only a matter
of time till he shows up here.

- I move we tell him straight off to
beat it. │ - Now, no, that'd be foolish.

He'd sit for an hour playing the innocent
and then report us to the officials.

We couldn't stay and we couldn't
take our goods with us when we left.

Nothing to do but pull the
trigger the minute he appears.

No crime to visit these mountains.

He might like to wander.
You can't shoot him for that.

If you were to shoot him
it might come out.

We don't have to shoot
him necessarily.

We can push him off one of them
rocks, claim it an accident.

Just who's gonna
do the pushing, you?

We'll toss for it.

You're sure he was
trailing you, are you?

- Absolutely.
- How come?

Because there he is.

Come over by the fire.

I know quite well I'm not wanted here.
But even after what you told me ...

I couldn't resist the desire
to sit and jaw with an American.

Why don't you go where Americans want
to talk to you? Durango isn't too far.

They got one of them
American clubs there.

I'm not after that.

I've got other things on
my mind, more important.

Uh-huh.

So do we. Don't make any mistakes.
Our biggest worry is your presence here.

We got no use for you.

We don't even want you
for a cook or a dishwasher.

No vacancies, understand?

In case I don't make myself clear,
you'll be doing yourself a favor ...

by packing up and
getting out tomorrow.

Go back where you came from.
Take our blessings with you.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Go ahead. Help yourself. We're no misers.
We don't let guys starve to death.

Tonight, you're our guest.

But tomorrow morning ...

look out, no trespassing around here.

You know, "Beware the dogs."
Get it?

I got myself five foxes and a lion
while you were away at the village.

- How are the hides?
- Pretty good.

- Where'd you hit them?
- Right through their eyes.

Excuse me for butting in, but there's
no game here worth going after.

Wouldn't take one week for a
hunter to clean up all around for ...

five miles in each direction.

Yes, there's no good hunting here.

That's why we made up our mind to
quit and look for something better.

Yes, you're dead right.
Awful poor ground.

It took us some time to find it out.

Poor ground, you say?

Depends on what you're looking for.

For game, yes.

- Mighty good ground for
something else. │- Yeah?

Uh, what might that be?

Gold.

Gold?

That's a good one.

I told you in the village,
there's no gold here.

If there had been one ounce of it,
I'd have seen it, believe me.

If you haven't found any gold here,
you're not as smart as you appear.

Well, maybe. Maybe you're right.

Who knows?

We never thought about gold.
Gives me an idea.

Guess I'll sleep on it.

Well, I'll hit the hay.

Yeah. Me too.
Till in the morning, mister.

I can't figure this bird out.
Is he wise to us or isn't he?

Whether he is or not,
he looks fairly harmless to me.

- Yeah. Looks can be mighty
deceiving. │- No denying that.

I'm keeping my boots on this night.

Might take it in his head
to murder us in our sleep.

- Anything can happen.
- Well, then?

I'll tell you what.

You guys go to sleep, I'll be
watchdog for a couple hours.

Then you can take your turns.

- Okay. Got your gun handy?
- Yeah. Right here.

Good morning, friend.

Where'd you get the water
to make coffee?

- I took it out of the olla.
- Did you?

We didn't carry that water here
for you to make coffee.

- I didn't know water was so
hard to get. │- You know it now.

- I'll fill it up for you.
- What's up?

Well, I caught this
guy stealing our water.

The next time I'll let it out of
you through little round holes.

I thought I was among civilized men
who wouldn't begrudge me fresh water.

Who's not civilized?

I could easily do the same for you.

It's not settled yet
who'd come out on top.

This time I took it.
Thanks for your kind attention.

If I were you, stranger, I'd pack
up and go while the going's good.

I mean to stay right here.

The brush and the mountains
are free, aren't they?

Sure. That's right, to
whoever's first on the spot.

That holds for hunters,
not for gold miners.

- Unless they registered their claim.
- Who says we have a claim to register?

Whatever you say or don't say,
tomorrow I start to dig for gold.

I know you guys can bump
me off any minute ...

but that's a risk worth running
considering the stakes.

Lay our cards on the table.

As I see it, you guys have got
to do one of three things:

Kill me, run me off or take
me in with you as a partner.

Let's consider the first.

Another guy may come along.
Maybe a dozen other guys.

You start bumping people off,
how far are you prepared to go?

Ask yourselves that.

Also, don't forget, the one
actually to do the bumping off ...

would forever be in the power
of the other two.

The only safe way would be for all
of you to drag out your cannons ...

and bang away like a firing squad.

We wouldn't stop at anything
to protect our interests.

I claim killing me isn't it.

But, of course,
that's for you to decide.

As for choice number two.

You run me off, I might
very well inform on you.

We'd get you if you did that.

If we had to go all
the way to China.

Twenty-five percent of the value
of your find is the reward I'd get.

And that would be mighty
tempting. Mighty tempting.

- A strong argument in favor of
number one. │- I don't deny it.

But let's see what number
three has to offer.

If you take me in as a partner,
you don't stand to lose anything.

I'll not share in what you've made
so far, only in profits to come.

What do you say?

Would you mind letting us talk
this over among ourselves?

Not at all. Go ahead. I have to
look after my burros anyway.

- What do you think?
- Sending him away is out.

We bump him off or
make him a partner.

Fred C. Dobbs ain't a guy
likes being taken advantage of.

Do the mug in, I say.
He told us how, didn't he?

All of us hold out our cannons
and let him have it.

What do we gain by bumping him off?

Asking to share in what we made,
it'd be different.

Don't mind being taken advantage of
so long as it isn't money out of pocket.

And whoever else happens along ...

they're to be invited in too.
Come one, come all, eh?

You got a point there, Dobbsie.
No question about that.

But, uh, killing ...

- What's the matter, ain't you
up to it? │- Sure, I'm up to it.

Let the majority decide.

What's your vote, partner?

For or against?

For.

Okay.

Let's make it short
and sweet for him.

So it's number one, is it?

Better take a look down
that hill first.

I can't make out what they are.
They must be soldiers.

So that's your stinking game, is it?

Informing. I knew you was an
informer. I knew it all the time.

You're wrong.
This means all our funerals.

What's that?

If it's what I think it is,
may the Lord be with us.

They're not soldiers, they're
bandits. After guns and ammunition.

Someone must have told them
about the American hunter.

They don't look like soldiers to me,
either. That's what they are. Bandits.

We better start thinking
of a way to defend ourselves.

We might hide, but we'd lose
the burros, the whole outfit.

No, the best thing is
to make a fight of it.

You have good eyes. Stay on this
lookout and watch their movements.

Curtin, you round up the burros
and herd them in that thicket there.

Dobbs, let's you and me wrap up all our
belongings and dump them in the trench.

They're turning onto the trail.

- How many of them are there?
- About a dozen.

They'll be an hour so we
better have something to eat.

Come on down, friend.

Howard.

Look, Howard.
The one in the gold hat, remember?

The man from the train robbery.

They think whoever was here is gone.

Some want to go back down,
others want to stay ...

and use this site as headquarters
to raid the villages.

How about pouring it into them?

- Bumping off as many as we can, real
fast? │- No, let's hold our horses.

Alto!

We are Federales.

- You know, the mounted police. │- If
you're the police, where are your badges?

Badges? We ain't got no badges.

We don't need no badges.

I don't have to show you
any stinking badges.

Better not come any closer.

We didn't try to do you any harm.

Why don't you try to be
a little more polite?

Give us your gun and
we'll leave you in peace.

I need my gun myself.

Aw, throw that old iron over here.

We'll pick it up and go on our way.

You go anyway without
my gun, and go quick.

All right. All right.

Look here, amigo,
you got the wrong idea.

We don't want to get your gun
for nothing. We want to buy it.

Look, I have a gold watch
with a gold chain ...

made in your own country.

The watch and the chain,
they're worth at least 200 pesos.

I'll change it for your gun.

You better take it.
That's a good business for you.

You keep your watch,
I'll keep my gun.

Oh, you'll keep it? You will
keep it? We won't get it?

I'll show you.

Anybody get hurt?

Looks like we won that round.

- That guy with the gold hat, ain't he ―?
- We spotted him too. The train robber.

- Maybe they got enough, huh?
- No, I doubt it.

Now that they know there's four guns,
they'll be more determined than ever.

- What do you suppose they'll pull next?
- No telling. All we can do is sit tight.

Oh, Cody, you all right?

He's dead.

Got it right through the neck.

One less gun.

Chopping wood for camp, that's funny.

- If they're up to what I think,
it ain't funny. │- What's that?

Building barricades that move.
An old Indian trick.

They crawl and push the barricades.
You can't see where to shoot.

I'd be willing to trade my share
of the mine right now ...

for three or four hand grenades.

You'd better get to your posts.

Hey, they're beating it.

- What do you make of that?
- Your guess is as good as mine.

Wait a minute,
this may be a trick to lure us out.

I don't think so. They ain't good
enough actors for this kind of a trick.

Hey, partner. Up here.

Here's a sight if
there ever was one.

Federales. Look at them.
I could kiss every one of them.

Must have gotten it from the villagers
there were bandits this way.

Why don't the bandits
wait here, fight?

They know all the tricks, that's why.

With us and the Federales,
they wouldn't have a chance.

Oh, go get them, sic them time.

Chew them up and don't spit
them out. Swallow them.

Oh, am I happy. Tell you the truth,
I was already eating dirt.

- I wonder who he is.
- Huh? Oh.

And if he's got any folks.

Supposing he has?

Let's take a look at his belongings.

Hmm. A few hundred pesos.

Name's James Cody. Dallas, Texas.

There's a letter from Dallas too.
This must be his home.

Reckon she's his girl.

Not bad.

"Dear Jim, your letter just arrived.

It was such a relief to get word
after so many months of ―"

- "Silence."
- "Silence.

I realize, of course, that ...

there aren't any mailboxes ...

that you can drop a letter in ...

out there in the wild."

You better read it.

"But that doesn't keep me
from worrying about you.

Little Jimmy is fine, but he misses
his daddy almost as much as I do.

He keeps asking,
'When's Daddy coming home?'

You say if you do not make
a real find this time ...

you'll never go again.

I cannot begin to tell you
how my heart rejoices ...

at those words, if you
really mean them.

Now I feel free to tell you ...

I've never thought
any material treasure ...

no matter how great, is worth the
pain of these long separations.

The country is especially
lovely this year.

It's been a perfect spring.
Warm rains and hardly any frost.

The fruit trees are all in bloom.

The upper orchard looks aflame ...

and the lower,
like after a snowstorm.

Everybody looks forward
to big crops.

I do hope you are back
for the harvest.

Of course, I'm hoping that you
will at last strike it rich.

It is high time for luck
to start smiling upon you.

But just in case she doesn't ...

remember we've already found
life's real treasure.

Forever yours, Helen."

Well, I guess we better
dig a hole for him.

Yeah, not so good.
Not so good as yesterday.

My opinion? It's gonna be
a lot less from now on.

- We've taken all the gold this mountain
has. │ - How much do you figure we got?

Not as much as we was aiming
to collect. Not 40,000.

I'm willing to lower my hindsights.

We got upwards of 35,000 apiece. I tell
you, we ought to be plenty thankful.

Let's call it quits,
pack up and leave.

The sooner the better
as far as I'm concerned.

I don't want to keep
that dame waiting.

Take a week to put the
mountain back in shape.

Do what to the mountain?

- Make her appear like before
we came. │- I don't get it.

We wounded this mountain.
Our duty to close her wounds.

The least we can do to show our gratitude
for all the wealth she's given us.

If you don't want to help me,
I'll do it alone.

You talk like it was a real woman.

She's been a lot better to me
than any woman I ever knew.

Keep your shirt on, old-timer.
Sure, I'll help you.

I reckon that's about everything.

Each man's burros with his goods
had better be his own responsibility.

Come on.

Goodbye, mountain, and thanks.

Yeah, thanks, mountain.

Thanks.

I've been thinking about her.

Cody's widow, I mean, and the kid.

You know what?

We ought to give them a fourth just as
if he'd been our partner from the start.

What? A fourth of all our goods?

- That's right.
- Are you crazy?

Hadn't been for Cody, we
wouldn't have walked away.

Ask Howard.

The buzzard would have
got fat on us all right.

Yeah, it might just as
well have been one of us.

But it wasn't.
It's our good luck and his bad.

Whatever you guys do,
I'm going to give a fourth.

I got more than I need, anyhow. Half
what I got is enough to last me out.

Fourth? Sure.

You two guys must have been
born in a revival meeting.

We got company.

Steady, boys.

Curtin.

Coffee.

Give him some tobacco.

Hey.

Gracias.

We give them our tobacco, they
give us theirs, I don't get it.

Why not everybody smoke his own?

Take some and thank them.

They're after something.

Takes them a while to
come to the point.

To say what you want right off the bat
isn't considered polite among Indians.

They got nothing but time, huh?

Oh.

His boy fell in the water,
they fished him out.

- He ain't dead, but he just
won't come to. │- Oh. Tough.

I'll have a look at the boy.

I'll be back in a little while.
Before morning, probably.

Look after my goods
while I am gone, huh?

Tequila.

Artificial respiration did it
and a few Boy Scout tricks.

I think it was more
shock than drowning.

He hadn't swallowed much water.
Maybe he was stunned while diving.

What gets me is how these Indians
knew we were in the woods anyhow.

When you're near their
villages, they know.

Don't ask me how, they just know.

What's up?

He's insisting we return
to his village, be guests.

Tell him to forget it.
Tell him he don't owe us a thing.

If he doesn't pay off his debt
the saints will be angry.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- This is no laughing matter.

I'm afraid he's determined to take
us with him, even if it means force.

I'll handle this.

Wait a minute. You can't fight your
way out of this. Put your guns away.

Have every Indian in the mountain on our
trail. We'd be scalped in half an hour.

Well, what'd he say then?

It don't make any difference
about you, but I have to come.

- It's like that? He just wants you.
- Looks like it.

Why don't you go with them?

We'll meet you in Durango.
We'll wait there.

- What about my goods?
- Take them with you.

If they found out, they might forget he
was their honored guest and bump him off.

What'll I do?
Dump them on the ground?

We'll take them with us if you want
us to and wait for you in Durango.

I reckon that's about
the only solution.

I bet you'll remember this the
next time you try to do a good deed.

Maybe after I've stayed,
they'll give me a horse to ride.

That case I may be a day behind you.

That'll be swell. Good luck, Howard.

Yeah, all the luck in the world.

We'll be lonesome without you.
But my Sunday school teacher used to ―

Used to say, "You got to learn to swallow
disappointments in this sad life."

Hurry up and join us.

Look out for those Indian dames.
They tell me they're smart.

One of them squaws might marry you.

Well, maybe I'll do just that. Pick me
out a good-looking squaw and marry her.

They're easy to dress, feed and enter-
tain. They don't nag at you, either.

Well, so long, partners.

See you in Durango.

Hey.

Ain't it always his burros
that won't march in line ...

stray off the trail and smash their
packs against the trees and the rocks?

I wish they'd stray off far enough
to fall down about 2,000 foot of gorge.

What was in your head
when you offered?

As if he couldn't manage by himself.

He knew what he was doing
when he turned them over to us.

Mighty cute of him, wasn't it?

What's the use of railing against
the old man? It won't do any good.

Save your breath for that
next piece of trail.

I'm stopping here for the night.

If you want to go on it's okay with
me, but take his burros with you.

They ain't my responsibility.

It's early. We can make
five miles more before dark.

Nobody ordered you to stay here. You
can go 20 miles more for all I care.

Ordered me?

You?

Who's ordering who to do anything?

You talk like you're
boss of this outfit.

Maybe you are, let's hear you say it.

- All right, if you can't go any further.
- Who says I can't? Don't make me laugh.

I can go four times as far
as you, but I don't want to.

I could if I want to,
but I don't want to, see, mug?

What's the use of hollering?

We're started, we've got
to finish, like it or not.

We'll camp here.

Wonder what the old man's doing now.

Eating a meal of roast turkey and
drinking a bottle of tequila probably.

This is the first day we've
had to handle everything.

Once we get the hang of
it, it'll be easier.

How far away do you
suppose the railroad is?

- Not so far as the crow flies.
- We ain't crows.

I figure we can reach the
high pass in two days more ...

after that it'll be three to the railroad.
Figuring no hard luck on the trail.

What's the joke, Dobbsie?

Aren't you going to let me in on it?

In on it? Sure, I will.

Sure.

Well, go ahead and spill it.
What's so funny?

I was thinking what a bonehead
play that old jackass made ...

when he put all his goods
in our keeping.

What do you mean?

Figured he'd let us do his
sweating for him, did he?

- We'll show him.
- What are you getting at?

Oh, man, can't you see?
It's all ours.

We don't go back to Durango
at all, sawy? Not at all.

I don't follow you, Dobbsie.

Don't be such a sap.
Where did you ever grow up?

All right, to make it clear
to a dumbhead like you ...

we take all his goods and go straight
up north and leave the jackass flat.

You aren't serious? You don't
really mean what you're saying.

Fred C. Dobbs don't say
nothing he don't mean.

As long as I can do anything about it,
you won't touch the old man's goods.

I know exactly what you mean.

You want to take it all for
yourself and cut me out.

No, I'm on the level with the old man,
just as I'd be with you if you weren't here.

Get off your soapbox. You only sound
foolish out here in this wilderness.

I know you for what you are.

For a long time I've had my suspicions
about you and now I know I've been right.

- What suspicions? │- You're not
putting anything over on me.

I see right through you.

For a long time you've had it in mind
to bump me off the first opportunity ...

and bury me out here in the bush.

So you could take not only the old
man's goods but mine in the bargain.

When you get to Durango safely
you'll have a big laugh ...

thinking how dumb
the old man and I were.

Make another move towards me
and I'll pull the trigger.

Now, get your hands up.
Come on, get them up!

Was I right, or was I?

You and your Sunday-school talk
about protecting people's goods.

You. Go on, stand up,
and take it like a man.

Come on, get up!

Let go of it.

- The cards are dealt
the other way now. │- Yeah.

- Now listen to me.
- I'll listen ―

Dobbs, look, you're all wrong.

Not for a moment did I ever intend
to rob you or do you any harm.

It's just like I said:

I'd fight for you just as
I'd fight for the old man's.

If you really mean that,
give me back my gun.

My pal.

Wouldn't it be better, the way things are,
to separate tomorrow or even tonight?

- That would suit you fine, wouldn't it?
- Why me more than you?

So you could fall on me from
behind, sneak up and shoot me.

All right, I'll go first.

And wait for me on the
trail to ambush me?

Why wouldn't I do it
now if I meant to?

I'll tell you why,
because you're yellow.

You haven't got nerve enough
while I'm looking you in the eye.

Think like that, nothing
to do but to tie you up.

I'll tell you what. I'll make you
a little bet. Three times 35 is 105.

I'll bet you $105,000
you go to sleep before I do.

Get up there at the
head of the train.

Get up.

The cards are dealt the other way now,
and for the last time. No more shuffling.

- What cards?
- I'm gonna finish this right now.

No more taking orders
like I had to do today.

- You're gonna murder me? │- No,
brother, not murder. No, your mistake.

I'm doing this to save my life
that you'd be taking from me.

- The old man'll catch up with you.
- He will, will he?

I got an answer for that.
Know what I'm gonna tell him?

I'm gonna tell him you tied me to a tree
and made your getaway taking all the goods.

He'll be looking for you and not me.

Up. March. Today I had to march to
your music, now you'll march to mine.

- Where?
- To your funeral.

Come on, keep going.

Get up. Sleepy, huh?

You'll be asleep soon enough.
Sound asleep.

Maybe I didn't kill him.

Maybe he just staggered and
fell down without being hit.

You keep it, it's yours anyhow.

No, they won't find him.

I'll dig a hole for him
first thing in the morning.

This fire ...

don't give much heat.

Conscience.

What a thing.

If you believe you've got a con-
science, it'll pester you to death.

But if you don't believe
you've got one ...

what can it do to you?

Makes me sick all this talking
and fussing about nonsense.

Maybe I'd better
leave him like he is.

Ain't very likely
anybody will find him.

In a weeks' time, the buzzards and the
ants will have done away with him anyway.

I don't know what's getting into me.
Was that really a tiger?

No.

What if his eyes are
open, looking at me?

Best thing to do is to get
to the railroad in a hurry.

Burro.

It's better not to have buried him.

I did right, yeah.

What I should have done, maybe,
was bury his clothes ...

and leave him to the ants
and the buzzards.

Buzzards.

If somebody saw them circling,
they'd know something was dead.

Buzzards ain't spotted him yet.

Lucky for me.

Curtin.

Where are you? Curtin.

I better get a hold of myself.
I mustn't lose my head.

There's one thing certain,
he ain't here.

I got it. The tiger.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it. The tiger must have
dragged him off to his lair, that's what.

Yeah, pretty soon, not even the bones
will be left to tell the story.

Done as if by order.

Muchas gracias.

Bueno, bueno.

I came to in the middle of the night.

My gun was on the ground beside me.

He must have left it there
to make it look like suicide.

I figured he'd come back in the morning
to see if I still had a flicker of life.

I thought about waiting for him
and letting him have it ...

but there was a good chance
in my condition I might miss.

So I decided to crawl away
like a poisoned dog.

- Easy, you're talking too much.
- Don't you worry about me.

I'll pull out of this if
only to get that guy.

It appears our fine Mr. Dobbs has made off
with our goods and is on his way north.

- Yeah. │- I reckon we
can't blame him too much.

What do you mean?

I mean, he's not a real
killer, as killers go.

I think he's as honest as
the next fella, or almost.

The mistake was leaving you two
in the depths of the wilderness ...

with 100,000 between you.

Mighty big temptation,
partner, believe me.

He shot me down in cold blood.

After I was down he shot me
a second time just to make sure.

If I'd have been young and been out
there, I might have been tempted.

Maybe I wouldn't have fallen,
but I would've been tempted.

There now.
You're almost as good as new.

Now, to find that thief
and get our goods back.

They're not only giving me a horse
but they're going along to protect me.

- You ain't going.
- Who says so?

A lot of hard riding.
You wouldn't be up to it.

- You aren't leaving me behind, see?
- Look at you.

You're weak as a kitten. Don't worry,
I'll look after our interests.

I'm going.

Well, I reckon you're going.

Adios, senora. Gracias.

Burro.

Burro.

Have you got any cigarettes?

No, I haven't.
I've got a little tobacco ...

if that'll do.

Bueno.

No paper to roll it in?

Papers?

Yeah.

Here you are.

- Going to Durango?
- Yeah.

That's where I'm headed.

I've got to sell my burros.

I gotta get some money.
I haven't got a red cent.

Matches?

Money? We need money too.

Yeah? I could use
a good mule driver ...

maybe two or three.

How much is the pay?

Two pesos.

Of course, I can't
pay you in advance.

I gotta wait till I get
to town, get the money.

Hey. Did I know you from someplace?

Maybe I know you.

No, I don't think so.

- Are you alone?
- Oh, no.

No, I'm not alone.

I got a couple of friends
coming on horseback.

Yeah, they ought to
be here any minute.

Hey.

That's funny.

A man all by himself in bandit
country with a string of burros ...

and his friends behind him
on horseback.

Your friends must be
very far behind you.

Pablo cannot see any dust
even from their horses.

They'll be along any
minute, I tell you.

I know who you are.
You're the guy in the hole.

The one who wouldn't
give us the rifle.

I never laid eyes on you until now.

What you got in the bags?

- Seems to me like hides.
- Yeah.

Yeah. That's what they are, hides.

Ought to bring in quite
a lot of money, huh?

Yeah.

Sure you don't want to come along
with me and help me with the burros?

Burro.

Get away from my burro.

We can sell those burros for
just as good a price as you'd get.

Get away from my burro.

You can't frighten even
a sick louse with that.

You can only shoot one of us ...

and he wouldn't mind too much.
The Federales are after him anyway.

So what, with your gun?

- We'll take that chance.
- Get back there.

Burros.

Burros. Burros. Burros.

Burros ...burros.

Burros.

- Shooting.
- Volley. Execution, probably.

- Dobbs is dead.
- What?

- Bandits got him.
- Our goods. What about our goods?

- What? What? │- He says our
goods are safe in his office.

- It's not here, Howard, it's not here.
- Keep your shirt on, keep your shirt on.

What? What?

He heard the bandits talking
while they were waiting to be shot.

They thought it was bags of sand
hidden among the hide ...

to make it weigh more to sell them.
- Where are they?

In the ruins outside town. Come on.

Looks like a norther.

Oh, laugh, Curtin, old boy,
it's a great joke played on us ...

by the Lord, or fate, or nature,
whatever you prefer ...

but whoever or whatever played it
certainly had a sense of humor.

The gold has gone back
to where we found it.

This is worth 10 months of
suffering and labor, this joke is.

Well, Howard, what next? I wonder.

I'm all fixed as far as I'm
concerned as a medicine man.

I'll have three meals a day,
five if I want ...

roof over my head, and a drink
now and then to warm me up.

I will be worshiped, fed,
and treated like a priest ...

for telling people things they wanna hear.
Good medicine men are born, not made.

Come and see me sometime.

Even you'll take off your hat
when you see how respected I am.

The day before yesterday they
wanted to make me their legislature.

Their whole legislature.

I don't know what that means. Must be
the highest honor they can bestow.

Yeah, I'm all fixed for the
rest of my natural life.

- How about yourself? What do you
aim to do? │- I haven't got any idea.

You're young yet. You've got plenty of time
to make three or four fortunes for yourself.

You know, the worst ain't so
bad when it finally happens.

Not half as bad as you figure
it'll be before it's happened.

I'm no worse off
than I was in Tampico.

All I'm out is a couple hundred bucks
when you come right down to it.

- Not much compared to what Dobbsie lost.
- Any special place you're bent on going?

No, all places are the same to me.

You can keep my share of what the
burros and the hides will bring ...

if you use it to buy a ticket to Dallas.
See Cody's widow. Better than writing.

And besides, it's July
and the fruit harvest.

How about it?

It's a deal.

Well, let's get going.

- Well, goodbye, Curtin.
- Goodbye, Howard.

- Good luck.
- Same to you.