All language subtitles for Once Upon A Time In The West(1968).en

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CHALK SQUEAKS)

(WOMAN GASPING)

Hey!

(STAMMERING)
If you want any tickets,

you'll have to go around
to the front of...

Well, I suppose it'll be all right.

What the hell am
I doing around here?

- They walk in here and...
- (BIRD TWITTERING)

(IMITATING TWITTERING)

Let's see. I hope I got...

Three?

That'll be $7...

and 50 cents.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

Shh.

(WOMAN MUTTERING)

(WINDMILL CREAKING)

(WATER SPLASHES)

(MACHINE RATTLING)

(DRIPS)

(DOG WHINING)

(CRACKING KNUCKLES)

(FLY BUZZING)

No.

(FLY BUZZING)

(BLOWING)

(CRACKING KNUCKLES)

(FLY BUZZING)

(CHAIR CREAKING)

(DRIPPING)

(FLY BUZZING)

(BUZZING STOPS)

(BUZZING STARTS)

(TRAIN APPROACHING)

(FLY BUZZING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDING)

(BELL DINGING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDING)

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON HARMONICA)

Frank?

Frank sent us.

Did you bring a horse for me?

(CHUCKLING)
Well, looks like we're...

Looks like we're shy one horse.

(MEN LAUGHING)

You brought two too many.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(CREAKING)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(PANTING)

TIMMY: Hey, Pa!

Look!

That's enough for now. It's
getting late. Come on home.

Boo!

(IMITATING GUN FIRING)

Timmy.

(HUMMING CHEERFULLY)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

TIMMY: Maureen, look.

Hmm.

Ah!

(CRICKETS STOP CHIRPING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(CHIRPING STARTS AGAIN)

What you doing there? Go inside,
quick, and get washed.

And don't touch the
apple pie or the roast.

Patrick's already left
for the station, huh?

He's getting ready, Pa.

- Damn it, Patrick!
- PATRICK: Coming, Pa.

Not bad, I'd say.

Bigger, them slices. What the hell?
We're throwing a party, ain't we?

But these are the
same slices as usual.

Yeah, sure.

As usual.

Maureen.

Soon, you can out the bread in slices
as big as a door if you want to.

You'll have beautiful new clothes

and you won't have to work no more.

We're going to get rich, Pa?

Who knows?

Patrick!

Wait a minute!

Look at the filth on your
boots. Clean them.

The train will come in

and there won't be no one
to meet your mother.

Our mother died six years ago.

Go now, or you'll really be late.

Just a minute. Listen, Pa.
How am I gonna recognize her?

You can't make no mistake, Patrick.

She's young and she's
pretty and she's a lady.

"For traveling, I'll be
wearing a black dress"

"and the same straw hat that
I was wearing when we met."

I'm gonna get some fresh
water from the well.

(SINGING)
Oh, Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes are calling

(HUMMING)

And down the mountain side

The summer's gone

And all the roses fall...

(CHUCKLES)

(GUN FIRES)

Maureen!

(GUN FIRING)

(GASPING)

What are we gonna do
with this one, Frank?

Now that you've
called me by name...

(GUN COCKING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BELL DINGING)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(COWS MOOING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

I saw some mighty fine
stock down south.

Is that so?

And the prices are good.

- These your valises, ma'am?
- Yes.

- Come, Sarah.
- Bring them other two.

We'll tote them for you, ma'am.

Is that true?
The sawmill needs hands?

- Was yesterday.
- Why didn't you tell your brother?

- Hiya, Gramps.
- Hiya, Bill. We're back again.

Come on. Get a move on, will you?

Ha!

Get the lead out of your asses,
you redskin warriors.

I got a whole train to unload.

All right, chuck down
those feed sacks first.

Come on! Come on!

(INAUDIBLE)

What's the name of the
place you wanted to go?

Sweetwater.

Hmm?

Brett McBain's farm.

McBain? Yeah, sure.

That stubborn redheaded Irishman,

tilling sand for years way out
there in the middle of nowhere.

Sweetwater!

Only a loony like him could call

that stinking piece
of desert Sweetwater.

Sweetwater!
(LAUGHING)

That's good! Sweetwater!

MAN 1: That's right.
A little more to the right.

Higher. Higher.

Hold it there.

SAM: Here they are. Even got
here with their damn rails.

They caught up with us again,
eh, Lafayette? Let's go!

Hey, slow down. What's the
matter with you? Slow down!

- (EXCLAIMING)
- MAN 2: Hey, boys! Watch out!

Watch out down there!

- Slow down!
- (SAM LAUGHING)

SAM: Whoa!

Why are we stopping?
I told you I was in a hurry.

Don't the train stop?

(SNIFFS)

What can I do for you, ma'am?

I would like some water,
if it's no trouble.

Water?

Well, you see, that word is
poison around these parts

ever since the days
of the great flood.

- You mean you never wash?
- We sure do!

Well, I'd like to use the same
facilities you people do.

You sure can.

Just happen to have a
full tub in the back.

And you're lucky.

Only three people have
used it this morning.

Used it one at a time
or all together?

I can tell you're
accustomed to fine living.

Bet you come from one of
those big eastern cities.

- New Orleans.
- New Orleans!

- You've been there?
- No.

But I got a cousin down
there. She runs a bar.

- You know, she...
- (HORSES APPROACHING)

(HORSES WHINNYING)

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(GUNS FIRING)

(MAN GASPS)

(GUN FIRES)

(THUD)

Jug.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON HARMONICA)

(SLOW HARMONICA MUSIC CONTINUES)

Do you only know how to play
or do you know how to shoot?

Do you know how to
blow music from that?

Pick it up.

(CONTINUES PLAYING HARMONICA)

You!

(TUTTING)
You don't know how to play.

(GUN CHAMBER GRINDS)

(GUN COCKING)

Try this one.

Take it.

Go on.

Here.

(GUN COCKS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Bravo.

(HORSE HOOVES POUNDING)

Cheyenne.

We thought we'd never make it.

It's all right.
You're right on time.

To bury my escort.

If I'd waited for you,
I'd be in jail by now.

(EXHALES)

Hey.

The gun.

You interested in
fashions, Harmonica?

I saw three of these
dusters a short time ago.

They were waiting for a train.

Inside the clusters,
there were three men.

So?

Inside the men, there
were three bullets.

(LAUGHS)

That's a crazy story, Harmonica.

For two reasons.

One, nobody around these
parts got the guts

to wear those dusters
except Cheyenne's men.

Two, Cheyenne's men
don't get killed.

That surprise you?

Yeah.

Well, you know music.

And you can count.
All the way up to two.

(GRINDING)

All the way up to
six, if I have to.

And maybe faster than you.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON HARMONICA)

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, go on.

Play, Harmonica.

Play, so you can't bullshit.

Only, watch those false notes.

(HARMONICA SQUEAKS)

Like so?

(CONTINUES PLAYING SLOW MUSIC)

And so, this cousin of mine

keeps writing me to come
on down to New Orleans.

"Come on down. Help me with
the bar. Make a pile of money."

I don't think I'd get
along in a big city.

It's too full of fast
men and loose women.

Begging your pardon, ma'am. Ah, no.

Now, I'm too used to a
quiet, simple country life.

(SIGHS)

He's Timmy.

(SOBS)
Yes.

Dear God.

On the day...

On the very day of your wedding.

Poor little miss.

Mrs...

Mrs. McBain.

But we all... Oh, but we thought...

I know.

It was to be a surprise today.

Brett McBain and I were married.

A month ago.

In New Orleans.

PRIEST: "I am the resurrection,
and the life."

"He that believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live."

"Whosoever liveth and believeth
in me shall never die."

Amen.

(HORSE APPROACHING)

WOMAN 1: Mr. Bennett!
WOMAN 2: What's he doing here?

I found this collar on
a nail by the door.

You got no way of knowing, but
this is as good as a signature.

Cheyenne's hand.

- But why?
- Don't worry, Mrs. McBain.

We'll make them tell us
before we hang them.

Let's get moving.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Come on.

Let's go back to Flagstone.

No, Sam.

You go back.

You don't want to
stay out here alone.

Why not?

This is my home.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

(LOUD BANGING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

You know, Wobbles,

I'm kind of mad at you.

Frank wasn't there.

He sent three friends.

I don't know nothing, I swear.

I only arranged the meeting
the way you wanted it.

I don't know why
Frank wasn't there.

- I swear to you that I...
- 'Cause he was at the McBains'.

That's not true.
Cheyenne did that job.

Everyone knows that. We got proof.

That was always one
of Frank's tricks.

Faking evidence.

(GROANING)

I don't know.

I swear.

I only arranged the
meeting. I swear.

(CHOKING)
I don't know nothing.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON HARMONICA)

Who's there?

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

(ROOSTER CROWS)

(GASPS)

Did you make coffee?

Make it.

Didn't sleep a wink.

A pack of turds dressed in black rode
herd on me the whole damn night.

Yeah, but I left them in
the middle of the desert.

If they're lucky, they'll
be home in three days.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES)

I'll do it. You fetch the coffee.

They want to hang me,
the big black crows.

Idiots.

What the hell?

I'll kill anything,
but never a kid.

Be like killing a priest.

A Catholic priest, that is.

Yeah, the world is full of
people who hate Cheyenne.

See, I ain't the mean
bastard people make out.

Of course, if somebody
had a mind to kill me,

it fires me up.

And a fired-up Cheyenne

ain't a nice thing to see.

Especially for a lady.

But you're too smart
to make him mad.

So this here's where I was supposed
to do all the killing? Hmm?

Yeah.

Don't seem the place
is worth a shit.

Now, if somebody gets
dressed up to look like me,

so they can hang this
thing around my neck,

I don't like it none.

But I can understand it.

Hmm.

What I don't understand is why.

Neither do I.

But I see you looked
a lot for the why.

Yeah.
(LAUGHS)

What if there were a
whole heap of whys?

Round. Yellow.

You know the kind.

You rap them on a stone

and they go "ding."

Maybe.

But I didn't find them.

Hmm.

By the way,

you know anything about a man
going around playing a harmonica?

He's somebody you'd remember.

Instead of talking, he plays.

And when he'd better
play, he talks.

You know, ma'am, when you've killed
four, it's easy to make it five.

Sure. You're an expert.

Ma'am, it seems to me you
ain't caught the idea.

Of course I have.

I'm here alone in the hands of
a bandit who smelled money.

If you want to, you can lay me
over the table and amuse yourself.

And even call in your men.

Well, no woman ever died from that.

When you're finished, all I'll need
will be a tub of boiling water,

and I'll be exactly
what I was before.

With just another filthy memory.

(SIGHS)

You make good coffee, at least?

MORTON: Not bad.

Congratulations.

Tell me, was it necessary
that you kill all of them?

I only told you to scare them.

People scare better
when they're dying.

And can you tell me what good
was your stupid massacre?

Now, a Mrs. McBain has turned up.

So, I didn't expect that.
It happens in business.

Let's say this is something
I didn't plan on.

I have no time for
surprises, Frank.

You know that.

I got on board in sight
of the Atlantic,

and before my eyes rot,

I want to see the blue of the
Pacific outside that window.

FRANK:
I know where you got on board.

I was there, too, remember?

"To (BELL RINGS) remove small
obstacles from the track," you said.

Well, there were a few.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

But we traveled a long
way, just the same.

And fast.

Even tuberculosis of the
bones travels fast.

Don't play the sick man
with me, Mr. Morton.

I knew you when you were
just barely limping.

I watch that dry rot rise
a little more every day.

Any normal man would put
a bullet in his brain.

But you, you just got
a little more hasty.

Otherwise you ain't changed any.

I'd say you've changed, Frank.

A lot.

You used to take care of
certain things personally.

Now, you're keeping
in the background.

You'll end up giving orders.

It's because, now, I don't want
to leave you alone too much.

You're gonna need somebody more and
more every day to stay near you.

- Like a friend.
- Or like a partner.

Hmm?

How does it feel sitting
behind that desk, Frank?

It's almost like holding a gun.

Only much more powerful.

You see, staying with you,

I'm beginning to think big, too.

This McBain business

has given me ideas.

I'm sorry for you, Frank.
You're doing your best.

You'll never succeed
in becoming like me.

Why?

Because there are many things
you'll never understand.

(GUN COCKS)

This is one of them.

You see, Frank, there are
many kinds of weapons.

And the only one that
can stop that is this.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Now, shall we get back
to our little problem?

My weapons might look
simple to you, Mr. Morton,

but they can still shoot holes big
enough for our little problems.

Pretty soon the widow McBain
won't be a problem no more.

You wake up one morning and
say, "World, I know you."

"From now on, there are
no more surprises."

And then you happen to
meet a man like this,

who looked like a good man.

Clear eyes, strong hands.

And he wants to marry you.

Which doesn't happen often.

And he says he's rich,
too, which doesn't hurt.

So you think, "The hell
with New Orleans."

"Now I'll say yes and
go live in the country."

"I wouldn't mind giving him
half a dozen kids after all."

"Take care of a house. Do
something. What the hell?"

Well, God rest your
soul, Brett McBain.

Even if he's going to have a job
pulling you out of the devil's grip.

Still, I swear he'd left
money around someplace.

(LAUGHS) If you can find it,
you're welcome to it.

Mrs. McBain goes back
to civilization.

Minus a husband and
plus a great future.

Hmm. (TUTS)

(SIGHS)

You deserve better.

The last man who told me
that is buried out there.

You know, Jill, you
remind me of my mother.

She was the biggest
whore in Alameda

and the finest woman
that ever lived.

Whoever my father was,
for an hour or for a month,

he must have been a happy man.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON HARMONICA)

What do you want?

Cheyenne's right.

Once you've killed four,
it's easy to make it five.

This isn't the time to leave.

(GRUNTS)

Give me some water.

From the well.

I like my water fresh.

When you near a strange
sound, drop to the ground.

A sound? Like what?

- (GUN CLICKING)
- Like that.

(HORSES' HOOVES POUNDING)

(GASPS)

(HORSES WHINNYING)

He not only plays,
he can shoot, too.

Morning, Mrs. McBain.

- What brings you to town?
- Good morning.

Maybe you don't remember,
but yesterday at the funeral...

I remember very well.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yes.

See Frank. And tell him
I know everything.

Why is everybody hounding
me about this guy Frank?

I don't know him.
I've never heard of him.

I got my own worries, and all
I want is to be left in peace.

Tell Frank I want to negotiate
with him. Personally.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

MORTON: You were told not
to come here for any reason.

Whatever business you have with
Frank, keep it far away from here.

Yes, I know, Mr. Morton,

but when I heard that woman
say she knew everything,

I thought that the important thing
was for me to come over here

right away and tell you about it.

You never thought
it wasn't a trick?

Sure, but you know that I'm
mighty careful, Frank.

No one could have followed me.

That's the first thing
I learned, working for you.

To listen unseen and
to watch unheard.

MORTON: You should learn to
live as if you didn't exist.

WOBBLES:
You've known me a long time, Frank.

You know you can trust me.

Wobbles.

How can you trust a man who wears
both a belt and suspenders?

The man can't even
trust his own pants.

(BELL RINGS)

Let's get out of here.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

The end of the line.

Yeah.

Get him on board.

Tie him up.

Wait, Frank.

I didn't...

So, nobody followed you?

No. You gotta believe me.

So, this is the way
I can trust you.

I can explain.
I didn't know that he...

- Get out.
- No. No. No, Frank.

- Get out.
- (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

Shh!

WOBBLES: Frank, wait!
(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

I told you to keep quiet.

Where are Logan and Jim?
They take care of the woman?

Someone took care of them.

We found them out
at McBain's place.

Stone dead. And the woman was gone.

Your friends have a high
mortality rate, Frank.

First three, then two.

So you're the one who
makes appointments.

And you're the one who
doesn't keep them.

What do you want?

Who are you?

Dave Jenkins.

Dave Jenkins is dead
a long time ago.

Calder Benson.

What's your name?
Benson's dead, too.

You ought to know, Frank,
better than anyone.

You killed him.

Who are you?

- Who are you, you...
- MORTON: Frank!

The woman.

We're only losing time.

All right.

This time, I'll take
care of her personally.

Yeah, it ought to be easy for you.

Keep him warm for me.

If he gives you any
trouble, hit him.

Not in the mouth. He's got
to talk. And plenty.

Meet me at the Navajo cliff.

By the way, I want you to keep an
eye on that cripple all the time.

- Understand?
- MAN: Sure, Frank.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SNORING)

(TAPPING GLASS)

MORTON: See anyone?
MAN: No.

There he is.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(FOOTSTEPS ON ROOF)

(FOOTSTEPS ON ROOF)

(GUN COCKS)

- (GUN FIRES)
- (SCREAMS)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

You only know how to shoot?

Or do you know how to cut, too?

CHEYENNE: Hey, you.

Wait a minute.

Let's have a good look at you.

Hey. Mr. Choo-Choo.

Hmm! (CHUCKLES)

It's easy to find you.

Bastard.

I don't have to kill you now.

You leave a slime behind
you like a snail.

Two beautiful shiny rails.

There's another bastard.

And he's getting further
away every minute.

(BELL RINGS)

(SCREECHING)

MAN: There it is.

Exactly what your husband
ordered from me.

And seeing as how he paid
cash on the barrelhead,

it all belongs to you.

Oak planks, beech, pine.

All first-grade lumber.

And there's beams and
foundation pylons.

Ten kegs of nails, 20 barrels
of tar, and all these tools.

Maybe he wanted to
enlarge the farmhouse.

Enlarge the farmhouse?

He could have built at
least eight of them.

MAN: By the way, ma'am,

McBain also ordered this.
Said it was important.

Only it seems he forgot to tell
me what he wanted printed on it.

JILL: Station.

How's that again?

I said print "station."

Looking for this?

I've had enough of
your butcher tactics.

I know that woman is here.

I don't want any more
useless killing.

I'm ready to make a
deal for that land.

To pay what's necessary.

I don't want to waste
any more time.

You've made a big mistake, Morton.

When you're not on that train, you
look like a turtle out of its shell.

Just funny.

Poor cripple talking big

so nobody will know
how scared you are.

I'm here to make a deal, Frank.

I don't have time to
compete with you.

Compete?

Why, you...

You can't even stand on
your own feet by yourself.

Is that sufficient to
make you feel stronger?

I could squash you
like a wormy apple.

Sure, but you won't do it.

Because it's not to your advantage.

Who knows how far you'd have
gone with two good legs. Huh?

Help him back to the train.
Keep your eye on him.

Morton. Don't worry about the land.

If you feel like paying
for it, you can pay.

Of course, it won't make
any difference to you

dealing with the new owner.

MAN 1: Cheyenne! Hey, Cheyenne!

There's a square staked out
here. It says "water tank."

MAN 2: Over here, too.
Only, it says "post office."

MAN 3: And this one says "corral."

MAN 4: And this here "church."

What the hell is this?

HARMONICA: Can't you see?

It's a station.

And all around it, a town.

Brett McBain's town.

(LAUGHS)
Was he crazy!

Yeah, in a very special way.

An Irishman.

He knew, sooner or later,

that rail road coming through
Flagstone would continue on west.

So he looked over all
this country out here

until he found this hunk of desert.

Nobody wanted it.

But he bought it.

Then he tightened his belt,
and for years, he waited.

Waited for what?

For the rail road to
reach this point.

Ah, but how in the
hell could he be sure

the rail road would pass
through his property?

Them steam engines can't
roll without water.

And the only water for 50 miles
west of Flagstone is right here.

- Under this land.
- A-ha!

He was no fool, our
dead friend, huh?

He was going to sell this piece of desert
for its weight in gold, wasn't he?

You don't sell the
dream of a lifetime.

Brett McBain wanted his station.

He got the rights to build it.

- How do you know all this?
- I saw a document.

It was all in order. Seals,
signatures, everything.

One thing, though.

In very small print,
there is a short clause,

which says that McBain or
his heirs lose all rights

if, by the time the rail
road reaches this point,

the station ain't built yet.

Uh-huh!

Speaking of rail roads, I noticed
the rail gang's already...

Hey.

I noticed the rail gang's
already behind those hills.

And before you know it,
they're gonna be here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen.

Harmonica.

A town built around the rail road.

You could make a fortune, huh?

Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Hey, more than that.

Thousands of thousands.

They call them millions.

Millions? Hmm.

- Yeah, millions.
- Yeah.

I always thought it'd be easier
to make a deal with a smart lady.

All you gotta do is...

Hey, what in the hell are
you standing around for?

But, chief, what are
we supposed to do?

What are you supposed to do?

Build a station, idiots!

I figure it ain't
gonna look like much.

But it'll be the first thing she
sees when she gets back.

If she gets back.

(BREATHING NERVOUSLY)

(GASPS)

I think...

Yeah.

I'm beginning to think I might
be a little sorry killing you.

You like being alive.

Hmm?

You also like to feel a
man's hands all over you.

You like it.

Even if they're the hands of the
man who killed your husband.

What a...

What a little tramp.

Is there anything in the world you
wouldn't do to save your skin?

Nothing, Frank.

Hmm.

Now I understand why
they miss you so much

down there in New Orleans.

Great invention, the telegraph.

(MIMICKING TELEGRAPH CLACKING)

"Jill? The brunette?"

"My God, all the customers"

"of the most elegant
whorehouse on Bourbon Street"

"have been weeping
ever since she left."

Say, tell me.

Did old McBain know?

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet he did.

He was just the type
to marry a whore.

Hey.

It's an idea.

I could marry you.

And the land would become mine.

And maybe

you'd make a perfect wife.

It would be me who wouldn't
be any good as a husband.

Too bad.

We'll have to think
of another solution.

Simpler.

Quicker.

(GAVEL POUNDING)

SHERIFF: As sheriff of this county,

I've been asked to preside
over the sale by auction

of all property belonging to
Mrs. Jill McBain, here present.

This parcel of land
measures 320 acres.

It's free of all encumbrances,
liens and mortgages.

This property and all it contains,

lock, stock and barrel,

will be turned over to the lucky
purchaser at the time of sale.

All the contents therein
are listed by number

on the inventory sheet
distributed among you.

The entire property will be sold
in block to the highest bidder.

All right. That's
clear to everybody.

I declare the auction open.

Now, who's going to
make the first bid?

MAN 1: (WHISPERS) A list of all the items.
Some of them are worth money.

SHERIFF: All right. Now, who's
going to make the first bid?

MAN 2: $200.

SHERIFF: Well, I have
an opening bid of $200.

$200. Do I hear more?

(WHISPERING) That stinking
piece of land ain't worth it.

Is it, old-timer?

SHERIFF: Come on, my friends, $200.

The livestock alone is
worth twice that much.

Well...

Who's going to bid $300?

Now, look, friends,

I realize we're not
offering California here,

but 200 is damn little
for all that property.

Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn't
even take 200 as a deposit.

Well, nobody's going to bid it up.

You're sure you wouldn't
want to set a minimum price?

I wish I were wrong, Mrs. McBain,

but you're liable to end up selling
the place for a plate of beans.

All I want is to sell.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(MAN 1 LAUGHING)

MAN 2: You look fat, huh?
MAN 1: If you say so.

MAN 2: How many?
MAN 1: One card.

One for me.

Dealer takes three.

Can I... Can I take a hand?

Fifteen.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah, sit down.

I'll deal.

How do you...

How do you play this
game, Mr. Morton?

It's very simple.

As long as you use your
head, you never lose.

$500.

$500.

Mmm-hmm.

Do I hear any other bids?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry, Mrs. McBain,

but I think I'm gonna have to
knock down on that last bid.

$500 once.

$500 twice.

- $500...
- $5,000.

(EXCITED MURMURING)

- You said $5,000?
- It's on its way.

CROWD: It's Cheyenne!

The reward for this man
is $5,000, that right?

Judas was content with $4,970 less.

There were no dollars in them days.

But sons of bitches, yeah.

- (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
- Hey, wait a minute.

- The jail's that way.
- (LAUGHS) Yeah, I know.

Yeah, but you're going to
the rail road station.

I'm sending you to Yuma, Cheyenne.

They got a modern jail there.

It's got more walls,
more bars, more guards.

Oh, you'll like it,
in 20 years. You'll see.

Two tickets, amigo,
to the next station.

One way only.

Mmm-hmm.

Here's to you. And congratulations.

You got yourself a good deal.

Oh, the auction.

Forget it. I don't invest in land.

You don't look at all like the noble
defender of poor defenseless widows.

But then again,

I don't look like a
poor defenseless widow.

Cheyenne's right. You're
a remarkable woman.

And you're a remarkable man.

But you have something
on your mind.

And you got something on your mind.

Hot water. A bathtub
full of hot water.

I think it's time
I filled that bathtub.

Who are you?

Jim Cooper.

Chuck Youngblood.

More dead men.

They were all alive until
they met you, Frank.

You paid $5,000 for something
that belongs to me.

5,000.

Plus one.

You've got a right to
make a profit, too.

I wouldn't take too long thinking
about it, if I were you.

You got yourself into something
that's bigger than you are.

You got a chance to get
out easy. You better take it.

You sound like a real
businessman, Frank.

Being with Mr. Morton has
done you a lot of good.

And you've learned
some new methods.

Yeah, Mr. Morton has shown
you a lot of new ways.

Even though you haven't
given up the old ones.

Pick any method you like.
Just make the deal.

Which deal, Frank?

We have more than one, you and me.

We can lump them together into
one bundle, settle all of them.

Here and now.

(HARMONICA TUTTING)

Easy, Frank.

Easy.

You gotta learn not to push things.

Taking it easy is the first
thing a businessman should do.

I got an idea Mr. Morton
can teach you a lot more.

How much?

$1.

MAN: Giddy up!

(HORSES APPROACHING)

MAN: Giddy up!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

I could swear we're going
to have that strange sound.

Right now.

(WOMEN SCREAM)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(GUN COCKS)

(HORSE SNORTS)

Time sure flies.

It's already past 12:00.

(GASPS)

But... But they were his men.

- Yeah.
- And they tried to kill him.

They must have found
somebody who pays better.

And you!

You saved his life.

I didn't let them kill him and
that's not the same thing.

Sure.

It's not the same thing.

You get dressed.

It's time to go home.

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

(INDISTINCT)

(GASPS)

Did you make coffee?

This time I did.

(EXHALES)

Good.

My mother used to
make coffee this way.

Hot, strong and good.

- Cheyenne.
- Huh?

What's he waiting for out there?

What's he doing?

He's whittling on a piece of wood.

I got a feeling when
he stops whittling,

something's gonna happen.

Surprised to see me here?

I knew you'd come.

Morton once told me
I could never be like him.

Now I understand why.

Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing
you were around somewhere alive.

So you found out you're not
a businessman after all?

Just a man.

An ancient race.

Other Mortons will be along
and they'll kill it off.

The future don't matter to us.

Nothing matters now.

Not the land, not the
money, not the woman.

I came here to see you.

'Cause I know that now you'll
tell me what you're after.

Only at the point of dying.

I know.

I heated some water for you.
I also found a razor.

Put it there, please.

So I can watch the rail
road move up while I shave.

You know what?

If I was you, I'd go down there
and give those boys a drink.

You can't imagine

how happy it makes a man
to see a woman like you.

Just to look at her.

And if one of them
should pat your behind,

just make believe it's nothing.

They earned it.

Keep your loving brother happy.

(INAUDIBLE)

Who... Who are you?

Hey. You're sort of a handsome man.

But I'm not the right man.

And neither is he.

Maybe not.

But it doesn't matter.

You don't understand, Jill.

People like that have
something inside.

Something to do with death.

If that fella lives, he'll
come in through that door,

pick up his gear and say adiós.

It would be nice to
see this town grow.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Now I gotta go.

(GASPS)

Gonna be a beautiful
town, Sweetwater.

I hope you'll come back someday.

Someday.

Yeah. I gotta go, too.

Make believe it's nothing.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Sorry, Harmonica.

I gotta stay here.

Who?

I ran into Mr. Choo-Choo.

I didn't count on that
half-man from the train.

He got scared.

(GROANING)

Hey, Harmonica.

When they do you in,

pray it's somebody who
knows where to shoot.

(GROANS)

Go away.

Go away.

Go away. I don't want
you to see me die.

(GROANS)

(SOFT THUD)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(INAUDIBLE)