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Those monsters did it. Monsters under the bed.

Did, did not. And there are no monsters under the bed.

I hear them every night. The rapeseed also hears them.

Be quiet now. Go back home.

Don't let Goldie out.

I'll take care of it.

That chair has seen its best days.

Then we are two.

What are you really looking for? -Ghosts I guess.

I think I'll find one.

Who is it? Were you scared? -Yeah.

Either you start sleeping? -En.

Why not? -Do you look first?

There are no monsters there, he said. -Please.

Alright.

There is nothing here.

You know what?

A long time ago -

among other things, an Indian woman gave me this.

He said it will protect its plaintiff from darkness.

Is that quite true? -As true as said.

I'm telling you something that's true.

If a monster is mean to you, it gets to know that Dad is just scary.

The scariest in the world. Is not that right?

I'm going to sleep now.

You will do it again. -What?

Are you warming your trigger fingers?

You always do so when planning powerlessness.

I came up with something that makes me think differently.

Maybe I came up with a better way to warm your fingers.

Noise and turmoil as if the earth had acted like a fountain.

He had to. Men whose speed made them explode.

Like bouncing granules or dirty gravel.

Under the tips of the combine.

Jesus, after all, is beautiful.

Hello, kapu.

"My purpose is to cause chaos."

SIX YEARS EARLIER

The pit we got?

There seems to be a gap.

Goddamn it, a gun to the ground!

Gun off. -Who are you?

I answer that with the question: is there a gun in the country?

You devil too.

Salvador Guevara, We are civil servants.

We have an arrest warrant for you.

Lower your weapon, Chancho, that you will not regret anything.

He has already done that. I swallowed.

The negotiations were here. -Are you going there?

He's coming out. -And the hell won't come.

She is there unattainable like a nun's myrrh.

There’s a tenacious guy in it, but he’s chosen the wrong pit.

You’re talented enough to have done better.

Now you have just caused chaos.

We agree that we disagree.

My purpose is to create chaos.

He dropped his weapon.

He held on to this.

It doesn't look like $ 5,000.

Rubbish.

What do you say? -Is it gold?

Tastes like that.

Let's take it to the sheriff and this shit too.

Don't be greedy.

You got caught in the act itself, cowboy. -I give up.

Am I wanted?

Really wanted.

Highly wanted.

My head had once been promised $ 3,000.

And the head is not even the most valuable part of the body.

Let's go to dance.

I am a respectable woman. I can't dance with the outlaw.

Would you get the wrong idea?

What are you really doing here?

I have something to tell. -Oh what to tell?

Have you spun in the hay with someone else?

We both rotate in the hay with someone else.

Listen! I offer the next round.

"Earth, Heaven, and Hell"

Look ... Is there a wild prisoner here?

The jungle is just a step to the zoo, boys.

Captain Potter, Sergeant Lexington and Mr. Ninekiller.

Where were you last night? -I do not know. Where are we now?

Guess what.

A really miserable place, full of jerks and smells like a fuck.

I would guess that nursing home or Fort Blue.

Deep in the fort of Fort Blue, where shit like you belong.

All right, Major. -Ai major?

Yes. Do you see the star? That makes me a major.

So, if I poked the feathers in my ass, I would be a chicken.

Rumor has it that the Wolf Dogs were in the entertainment last night. -As always.

Especially last night. -Near Catches Hollow?

You were seen there last night.

If they remember anything from yesterday, they weren’t there.

Do you like this pocket mat?

We found it in the ashes of Gregor.

Reminds you of. Not just because it knocks everything out and leaks fluid.

Because your name is engraved on it.

The Guevara you caught ...

He was there giving information to a Nordic spy.

But he died in the explosion before he had time to do so.

No problem.

Did he have anything? -Old Colt. The sheriff got it.

Isn't there anything else? -For example?

Gold necklace, Amulet. That big.

No such thing was noticed. Why do you ask?

300 years ago, the Spaniards conquered the lands of the Aztecs and Incas.

They took tons of gold and gems with them.

Rumor has it that there was a bigger empire further north.

Older and richer, golden cities -

and there would be an immeasurably great treasure hidden in the sacred vault.

According to legend, the treasure was buried -

as a sacrificial gift to the underground God.

It was Supai, the serpent god. High Priest who completed the rite -

made it a map of the golden amulet.

It consists of three parts: earth, sky, and hell.

Then he broke it into three parts and spread them in different directions -

lest any man find a treasure, except he be worthy.

Chancho had the first part. There is no smell of the other.

The people of the North we hear know where the third part is.

They have sent an entire company to look for it.

Where is it then?

In La Mojara. -Jessus, after all.

After all, it has been searched for in the past. 13. cavalry.

It led to a dead end. -More than one way.

The canyon is reportedly a secret entrance.

A secret door to a cave called locals by Boca del Inferno.

To the mouth of hell.

We need a group of men who get there before the Nordic people -

find the parts and bring them here.

That would be a damn group. I hope you find it.

Would you ask a servant here to pick up our personal belongings?

They stay here just like you.

What do you think you will achieve with it?

This.

Based on yesterday's events, the general will take away all your privileges -

unless you help us with this.

The answer is no. -I did not ask a question.

You Wolf Dogs have committed crimes that would make even the devil blush.

We are ready to look it through our fingers -

but if the three of you refuse now -

you will be charged with the most severe charges.

The free ride ends here. The box is there, and the door is over there.

It's a package deal.

Good thing.

Can we get out of here?

We do not. 600 locals would go after us.

After all, they can't find their own assholes.

Some assholes cannot be missed. -Nail on the head.

How do you get out of here? -Chancon way.

A week to find the puzzle in three pieces.

You will bring them here in seven days.

No reason to worry. God created everything in six days.

"That could be called a luxury whore"

Now we're fucked without Chancho's necklace.

We have to find it. -Good luck to the company.

It's with the sheriff. It is already halfway along the coast.

Sucks horse equine.

I'm exploring the coast. -I tits.

We must not lose a moment in our search for it.

If they are on their way to La Mojara. -We move faster than the company.

Now all I need is a bed, a bath and a visit to the brothel.

Exactly the same in what order.

Looks like you, Lex. -Because we're like that?

Come here, beautiful.

Didn’t I say here yesterday that there are no greedy bastards?

I'm sorry, Captain. When I see blood, it raises a parasite in me.

Who is thirsty?

This does not seem to me on the map. Not even from the necklace.

That's a good place to start.

Get ready tomorrow, boys.

Where are you going? -We're not home yet.

Well we really don't. -We have to try.

Don't get in the tube. We leave at dawn.

I knew one guy from Toledo. A powerful pickpocket.

We called him Long Claw.

You’re not as clever but have to admit.

It was a good company.

Were the musicians involved in it or was it just a fluke?

Do not say anything. I do not want to know.

It's not yours.

Unless you are a snake god under the earth, it is not yours either.

Nine tenths belong to me.

Great words from someone to whom it doesn’t belong.

I am an optimist.

If you think I'm a gentleman -

you are bad to guess. -If I have to do a man's job -

I have to earn from it like a man. -Good girl.

I count to three. -I'll add up.

I did not hear. -They were...

I warned you. If you shoot the king he must be shot to death.

I won't pull the gun until there are five men in front of me.

If you feel better then I can pull left.

It is good that the right hand is ready for your sisters.

God damn it!

Three. -Area. You need me.

Is there a shortage of whores? -Chancho was my husband.

My condolences. So what?

I am the only one alive who knows where the two missing pieces are.

And would you help because you are so kind-hearted?

No, but I'll help you -

$ 10,000. -Already a luxury whore.

That's double the price of what you got my husband to get, dick.

"Susi her anus"

Are you a ghost -What?

The cemetery does not move in the middle of the night others -

like grave diggers, grave robbers and ghosts.

I was looking for a friend who lived here. Captain Benjamin Cook.

Old Captain Cook. -So. Do you know where he is?

18 meters in that direction, two meters underground. He is dead.

Died four years ago.

Was he your friend? -No, he was a fucking head that no one liked.

I would have once pulled you to shit from those words.

Yes, those were the times they were.

How are you, Captain? -Hurry up.

What do you want? -I've been looking for you.

Here I have been for six years.

Yes, it's been six years. How do you close it?

Imagine a river so narrow that you can jump over it. Let's chat.

Alright. What has your day been like?

I buried my dog.

How are you? -I woke up in a tube.

Gotta chat more. -In front of a glass.

Sit down.

What are these? -The rich are buried with such -

in case they are buried alive. -No even.

I want you to come to my gang. -Really?

Where would you go? -La Mojarran.

I would still offer a bang, but you seem to have already had enough.

You have more ghosts than the cemetery combined.

Yes, I will pay you. -There's not that much money.

We need a guide. -The miracle you need.

One hundred men embarked on that journey six years ago. Only you came back.

And I didn't get the hero's reception.

I was imprisoned and deprived of my military rank.

No man according to it to measure. -Or that way, Captain Potter.

You were the most dangerous of the men I met.

You were a wolf dog, damn it. -So.

But you fled the battlefield. You left your brothers in arms.

You explained it just because you had seen monsters and dark forces.

All kinds of nonsense ... But it was true.

It doesn't matter. You were attacked and took your feet under you.

The entire 13th cavalry fled it.

I just escaped faster.

Imagine all the evil in the world crawling out of the dark.

Even the scythe man himself. What would you do?

I'd show you how the wolf fights.

I've missed you, Sully.

It's bad that it took me six years to come here.

It's bad that you came in vain. I'm not going on any trip.

You haven't heard my offer yet. -Come back. I will not change my mind.

You can get your country back. -What?

You will get back your officer rank and country.

Ole Dutch Taverson owns the land now.

Owned until yesterday. I own it now.

Tomorrow it may be yours.

Would you just give me back my former life from that, for free?

Not free. I want you to help me with the task.

No, you can't do that.

There’s something I can do, but don’t ask me to join. It's not fair.

You lost your value and country after failing in your mission in La Mojara.

You can get both back if we succeed.

It can't be fairer. Circle closes.

I need time to think. -It's not.

Until morning. See you at Raven's Roost's wish source.

You either come or you don't.

Wolves do not beg.

Two sleeping bags and a jar of tuna.

If you break it, you pay for it.

Put it down. - Now you can break it if you want.

Gabriel, what do they say? -Thank you.

Now we're leaving.

Do you like us? Are you going to dig for gold?

Kind of. -These men want cash, boy.

To the trolley now.

Be careful. -No reason to worry.

I hit the hawk in the eye from 500 meters away.

After all, it’s a joy if hawks attack.

$ 3,000 reward for solving the murder of three musicians

Alive or dead

Lex, you devil too.

Good morning, daylight. -What happened to you last night?

I met one girl and a local band.

Who is that woman? -Guevara's widow, our new partner.

Are there others coming? -I don't think so.

"Something in this place scares the horses"

You will be ashamed of the relics of our people.

What is your name? -Dolorosa.

Shut up, Dolorosa.

If it is so sacred then why did you try to sell it?

My people are starving. -So you decided to sell the birthright to get the soup.

Shameful. -We're not ashamed.

At the bottom of his whiskey box.

I need three mirrors to even be able to see.

Jess.

Who is going to do that? -No one.

Does anyone else see that blood as worrying?

What were they doing here? -Hunted wolves judging by their fur.

They took a few skins. -Yeah, and someone took them.

Do those symbols mean anything?

The need to continue the journey.

If we are looking for something buried by the Spaniards then how old is this place?

White pioneers -

made the people of the old cemetery a cemetery for themselves.

And a new temple of gold on top of much older gold.

Christ, after all!

Just take the Amulet. Don't touch anything else.

Give it here. -Throw the rope down.

Anyway, big bad wolves. -Keller?

Or is it three little pigs?

Maybe it doesn’t take much comfort, but I tried to save you from this.

I told the colonel that no assistants were needed. I am the perfect tool.

Yeah right. -I blow and blow until the end.

That's not the end of this, Keller.

You only have one part. You have to come here to get another one.

Attractive, little pig, but no time to take a mud bath with you.

Don't want to get your hands dirty? -It's enough for today.

You've lost enough today.

Son of a bitch. -Nothing but "fond ado".

Or "adios" if it fits better.

Something in this place scares the horses. -No wonder.

Stay here with Lyles and Nunley. When we are safe -

shoot those bullets in the head. Cover the graves, leave no traces.

That's clear.

Did you think we would end our day here? -In the cemetery? I thought so.

I told you not to touch them. -Don't we die in peace here?

Captain Potter.

I had the honor of fighting alongside you in the Red Bow.

I'll take care of this neatly. -What an honor.

You kill a woman.

Are we growing or is the grave shrinking?

The wall collapses. Let's go.

Go now.

What are they?

Skinwalkereita.

Now look at the witch.

The devils of hell.

You are late. -I thought you meant -

Raiders Roost's wish source. What has you missed?

We have dug up the treasure and fought against werewolves.

Welcome, Captain.

Sergeant. -Cook.

The cavalry kindly left us horses.

Lots of TNT.

What were they planning? -Blow up the route to Hell's Mouth.

They don't need it anymore. They have both pieces of the amulet.

Yeah, and the longer we're here the farther they have time.

Not in this poison. Set up camp and leave tomorrow.

What hurry suddenly came to you?

Someone has worked hard and buried it there safely -

and they use this to decorate the window.

It must be that the treasure of the serpent god is not a fable.

And if so, this story ends happily.

You are making the same mistake as the Spanish conquerors.

You think my ancestors appreciate the same things as you.

Treasure is just something you can waste.

What else could it be? -There is no happy ending.

Those two pieces were the only reason to come to La Mojara.

And the Amulet is the only sure security against Supai's darkness.

You are ignorant puppies and you think this is a play.

The game is over. -We're not puppies, honey.

We are wolf dogs. The game is over when we have won.

I will not lead you a step further. -Do you want to return home without charge?

Across Native American countries? Please, that's it.

At least I didn’t crawl Fort Bluehu between his legs.

How do you do without a guide? -We have a guide. Captain Cook.

Can you take us to the X point on the map? -I can.

"I was afraid my hare roast would attract wolves"

Lex and Cook, you're coming.

Ninekiller, you're with a woman.

Indians at war? It is remarkable that the boy was killed.

Usually they sell children. -She came on the road.

Tried to protect the girl.

What direction were they heading? -Southward.

Saddle the horses.

Captain, shouldn't we continue our mission?

Trackers get a good salary for an Indian hunt. That is not our job.

That is our job now.

I was afraid my hare roast would attract wolves.

No worries, we're not wolves. We are just men who smelled it.

Sharp-toothed men. -The Indians are on the path to war.

Crossed the river just over a mile from here. Are you here alone?

Not anymore. After all, I have two strong men protecting me.

Strong men with a gun in their hand may not be allowed to taste my roast.

A strong man with a gun in his hand gets as much shine as he wants.

Captain, you're scared, ma'am. -I'm not scared.

The question is why I am not scared.

I just told you about the Indians, and he sits calmly like a filth.

Where is your husband? -It's not a man.

Your left hand suggests that it is. -My left hand knows nothing.

I keep the ring to keep the suitors away.

My only husband is a product of the imagination.

Does your imaginary man chop down trees and keep those boots?

They are my boots. -I wish you had big legs.

I was afraid to attract wolves here.

But I seem to have caught the fox.

You haven't caught me yet. -Pashan berries.

Now everything is at ease.

Holy shit, is that you, Potter? -I just.

This is John Sullivan Potter. We have experienced a lot together.

What brought you to my campfire? -Smell of smoke.

A little further afield, a caravan with women and children was attacked.

That's unfortunate. I guess the Indians.

No. Cowardly guys who wanted to make it look like that.

And Fort Blue sent you on a rescue mission, right?

You ride in the area looking for culprits.

The Potter I knew wouldn’t take that kind of work.

It must have been a tough winter. -And you have a tough autumn.

Grady, what monster have you become? -Patient one.

But now it's over. Tell your men to take your finger off the trigger.

And then you go on your travels.

It doesn't get any better than this. Go ahead or there is a stalemate ahead.

I don't like stalemate now. -Lex.

Grady. -Still as quiet as a mouse.

And you stupid as such. -Yes, he's counting down, you bastard.

You have fewer weapons. -Yes, if you count weak weapons.

The one behind the captain is aiming you in the head with a .25 caliber.

So close it is not a crazier choice.

It's so strong that the ball sinks into the skull -

but not so strong that it would come out from the other side.

So the itch bounces off the head and makes the brain scrambled eggs.

But this .45 instead ...

It's a whole different thing.

Pam!

Jessus. Are you all right?

Yeah. I found an arrow.

It's a war arrow, it has barbs. I can't pull it out.

What to do? -Don't let the arrows hit.

All right.

Since it cannot be pulled out, it must be pushed out.

Want to bite something? -En. Just do it.

Is it ready?

Did it go deep? -Enough.

When did you get that? -Warfoot belongs to the winner.

How is he? -He was lucky.

Is he about to ride? -I don't think so.

But he's Captain Potter.

He hasn’t been himself lately.

It doesn’t belong to me, after all, but that blond girl has confused her head.

Yes, it doesn't belong to you.

Well, at least not now.

Until someone comes and wants our hare roast. Grady is old.

But he is right. We don't want to argue.

The captain is sleeping. We should go too.

I'll take the first watch.

How far is it to La Mojara? -65 miles as the crow flies.

It's going to be tough.

I don't want the comanchet to besiege us.

You don't have to be afraid of comanche.

The road to La Mojara is cursed. They're nowhere near that.

Even saying its name knows evil.

There are worse things in those canyons than comanchets.

Well, sleep sweetly.

My grandmother lived a hundred years in these mountains.

He said it was La Llorona's cry.

The ghost of a long-dead woman looking for her children.

Fascinating. Your grandmother, a hundred years -

and heard no talk of wood.

Your world doesn't seem to hold miracles.

If you mean superstitious nonsense with that, then no.

Have you ever gone to bed with your hands hanging over the edge of the bed?

Why not?

Inwardly, then we were how old, we know there are monsters.

Our ancestors called them gods.

Your ancestors should have sent prayers in the other direction.

When the end came, it was by no means caused by monsters.

Right?

That look in your eyes ... -So, what about that?

It’s the gaze of a white man, a man who thinks he owns everything.

As if you were privileged to everything in the world.

Not all over the world, nonsense. Just some little corners.

I am a dying widow. -Don't move me.

Maybe it makes me a nasty bastard, but that doesn’t move me either.

Do you want to fight? -Would that stop you?

I will make sure you are buried for this good.

It needs a damn big orchestra.

What the fuck is bothering you? -Miniako?

What the fuck is bothering you? Go to the tent to sleep to survive.

I'm starting to be fucked like that shit.

What did you say, Sergeant?

Sorry. You're starting to fuck that shit, Mr. Captain.

I am glad that you are waiting for your own home gold expensive.

I just don’t understand why the rest of us have to walk a narrow path -

just because you have found Jesus in the thighs of your peasant girl.

Let it be! -This doesn't belong to you, coward.

The wolf dog supposedly.

I'll show you what a wolf dog is like. Tallon you to the ground.

No more. That's how I remember Cook.

Put that little cabinet back in the case, and Derringer, too.

I was wrong when I said you are ignorant puppies.

And I was wrong when I said we are not.

Where are we? -It's only a few hours.

We're still in camp.

Where have you been?

On the farm.

What kind of farm?

I guess potatoes were grown there.

Maybe I'll try it after the war to see -

can i get something for life, for a change.

I'm sorry about what Lex did.

Was his behavior unexpected?

Wasn't it like him?

You travel with water-scared dogs and apologize when someone bites.

Do you think we got the job because we are heroes?

We were chosen because we are not.

I know the treasure is sacred to your people.

The story of the gods is sacred to you.

But me and Lex ...

If God were just, there would be no men like us.

Tell me more about that farm.

"Helvetinsuu"

Interesting.

You can't navigate here. -The stones probably have iron.

Probably. -Following the old paths of the Indians.

So so...

What does this mean?

13. cavalry. The last battle.

The northern states seem to have defeated us anyway.

Not the fastest always wins.

Here is a shot in every direction.

Shot each other to pieces.

Someone is allowed to go inquire. I don't want trouble.

Then you don't like this.

Keller.

How many? -Twenty.

Fucking mouth.

Watch out for this and other sizes. We're going inside.

What to do now, fearless leader?

What happened to the 13th Cavalry? -They couldn't get out the door.

The sun went down and the creatures came to eat.

If you have a plan say it now.

He is right.

Whatever we do, it must be done quickly.

We can no longer be here when the sun goes down.

There is less than an hour.

Does not feel good. -Should we leave?

Yes it feels like that. -How's the captain's order?

Let's go. We are at a dead end. -The door is open.

And there’s the hostile, and that’s what did that.

Such a door is more terrible than a wall. -He is right.

This is suicide. It would be best to leave.

I'm not going anywhere. I've been here, don't know where the path leads.

What do you do when those creatures come? -I'll show them how the wolf fights.

Well then.

We get to end our lives the way we came here.

Surrounded by strange, large objects, shouting.

Is there still TNT? -Yet. How come?

If we can't pull, we have to push.

Put them in place.

Can you get a third piece from there? Well then.

Keller thinks we're dead already. That and Dolorosa are the only good things.

We go get a piece and then feet underneath.

Cook. Cook!

When we come out, you blow the whole mountain to hell.

We show Keller what death means. -Captain.

It will only succeed if we are faster than them.

So. You would slow us down. The four of us go inside.

Watch the entrance.

They went in the wrong direction. Follow me.

Smells like a grave.

Heureka!

No more.

Have you ever had a feeling of déjà vu?

Didn't you say that just now?

I was surprised to see you here. -I'm surprised you're surprised.

Long, dark tunnels are my hay. -We'll bury you deeper this time.

It was a sign that we were leaving. Good luck.

If the fable is true, only the Amulet will protect you from the curse.

How well does it protect Kentucky from lead?

Stay behind me. -What are you planning?

Something stupid.

That's where the creatures are.

Native American trick. The cries of war scared us and properly.

Let's get out of here.

Where is the woman?

Quickly. -What happened?

Do it. -Where are the others?

They died. -What happened?

They died. The objects are coming.

Here.

Me, me.

Area!

"You buried us alive"

Welcome, Captain.

What's your name, little one? -Goldie.

That's right.

What other name would King Midas give his daughter?

Don't be afraid of us, Goldilocks.

Your father and I are old friends.

Like a shirt and butt, you could say.

Hands on the table, Captain.

We did business in Mexico. Why could that be said?

To clean up maybe.

How did you find the place without the map? -Just needed to find you.

Like you said, Captain. Some bastards are hard to avoid.

A soldier type, on his way from Monroe 6 years ago, a blond girl with him.

Some traces are old, some fresh. Eventually we found one.

That's right.

I thought you were dead. -We died.

Had to dig out that hell. We were taken to the border.

Mexican police threw us into a small pit.

We were covered in wedding water and rose from there as if born again.

There is no gold here, the treasure of the serpent god.

You can see it when you look.

There are no wheat fields or underground passages here.

I dug for many weeks.

You get to dig a little more.

You get to go to the moonlight to walk as naked as when you were born.

Then they buried three graves. -Don't, don't.

You three will be underground tonight.

Whether it happens painlessly or very slowly -

depends on you.

You sow your seeds among the thistles and in the evening you get to harvest.

That's the thing for you.

Do what you want me to do, but let my family be. It's not right.

You buried the three of us alive. -Cook, I didn't know ...

Now we are burying you. Rather, it could not happen.

The circle has closed.

Did you kill my dog?

That dog isn’t the only bitch we’re burying tonight.

No no...

You were right about the monsters under the bed, Kultakutri.

You're not the monster I heard.

I told you.

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