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Are you Goolik?

I've been waiting for you. Looks like you've had a long trip.

300 miles from Texas to here.

Our horses died and we have no more ammunition.

But we got the loot here safe and sound.

The problem is that Corbett is back there, just behind us.

Oh, stop it you fool!

We're in Colorado now and Corbett can't find us here!

What do you say?

How have the times been here, Goolik?

Bad for outlaws,

especially if they are wanted for murder.

They hang them, just like they do in Texas.

And if you don't believe me, ask Goolik.

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

When we thought we had him behind us, he was in front all the while!

It's him! It's Jonathan Corbett!

One bullet... only one... it'd be enough!

He had not realized how things are...

And you?

Rope or pistol?

Face to face, Corbett.

Don't do it, Corbett! I'm innocent, I didn't shoot during the robbery.

I'm 20... Please, don't kill me!

Unbuckle your belt!

Quick!

Who would have thought that one day I'd see this board empty.

Yes, in this country only the good ones survived.

The bad ones were all killed by the great Jonathan Corbett,

who has become so smart he doesn't have to hunt down the bandits.

It's them that fall in his trap!

Let's drink to it!

Well, now you may finally make up your mind on running for senator.

Enough with hunting down men,

enough with bullets hissing around your ears...

And, above all, enough with killing.

How much longer does it take?

We're almost there, Mr. Brokston.

Stop!

Stop!

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

May I introduce you to Mr. Brokston?

I've heard a lot about you.

Really? Not as much as I have heard about you.

Miller, since you're the groom's father, you must entertain your guests.

Oh! Yes, yes. Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well, this is my secretary, Mr. Lynch.

And this is Captain Von Schulenberg who is a genuine Austrian baron.

My bodyguard.

I've been dying to meet you since I came to Texas.

Professional curiosity.

Before leaving the Imperial Army,

the Baron was the best shot in Europe.

33 duels, 33 widows.

Congratulations.

Thank you. I'm sure you've done better.

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

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

When I draw a gun now, it's only to kill.

Right! Who else do you not know? Oh, Melissa!

A graceful object, don't you agree?

You may have seen her at the theater. She cut a dash at the Vaudeville.

As you see, I surround myself with the best in every field.

Shall we take a walk?

Corbett, I've heard you have political ambitions.

Some of my friends want me to run for it,

but I don't think I stand a chance.

You don't value yourself enough.

In Texas, you are more popular than David Crockett.

You cleaned out this area from outlaws refusing any reward.

One time you were also the sheriff. - Not officially and not for long.

My saloon with the gambling table was more profitable.

Oh, I didn't know you had a saloon...

I don't have it anymore. I lost it... playing poker.

And I heard that during the war...

you were made colonel in only ten months.

Yes. That wasn't for long, either.

I hit a general and went back to being a simple soldier in one hour.

There are good and bad moments in the life of every man.

But history remembers the good ones and forgets the bad ones.

Corbett... listen to me.

With your reputation you have undoubtedly every possibility...

to become senator.

You need someone to buy you a high-level campaign.

- You mean someone like you? - Exactly.

Why?

Corbett, I don't mean to buy you,

but you and only you can help me realize a great project:

the building of a railroad...

from the United States to Mexico, through Texas. Everything is ready.

The only thing I need is a man like you to support me in Washington.

My railroad would advance this State up to 20 years in one day!

Are you really interested in the progress of Texas?

Well, let's say I build this railroad, and make millions of dollars.

But I do build it and only I can

What do you say, Senator?

All right.

As long as we understand one another.

I'm interested in Texas, not in your personal profit.

Fair enough.

- Photographer, a picture, please! - Immediately!

Well, shall we...

Don't move, please!

0k!

Hey, Chet!

Hello! The McCoy brothers!

I haven't seen you boys in months.

I sure hate to interfere with the festivities,

but something horrible happened at Lolly Conner. - Becker's little girl!

She's 12!

She's been raped and stabbed to death. - Do you know who it was?

Yeah, a Mexican, a vagrant... he's called Cuchillo Sanchez.

Sénchez the knife.

We followed him for 20 miles, but he was too smart to catch.

He's headed south.

He's probably making steady tracks for that Mexican laborer's camp.

That's why we're looking for help.

Sure, the sheriff must organize men right now.

Where is Jellicol? Jellicol! - Here I am.

Did you hear that?

Yes, ok. But right now the sheriff's office is closed

because we are celebrating.

Jellicol, this time I'm taking away your star, understand?

Miller!

What's the sense of sending out 30 men

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

I know that bothering Corbett with a poor Mexican like that...

is like killing a fly with a cannon.

All honest men would be grateful to the one who brings this murder to justice.

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

Oh, wonderful! Oh, how generous, Corbett!

Your finger is already itching, right?

Here. This will make you my honorary deputy.

- What do I need this for? - This is the law.

You are becoming a big fish, my friend,

and you must respect the law now.

Wear it. The star can come in handy.

- And shine brightly on your plans? - Yeah!

- Hasta mafiana! - Corbett!

Don't you need information about the Mexican?

His name is Cuchillo Sa'mchez and he'll be headed south.

- What is it? - A gringo.

- Who is he? - Corbett.

He is a man hunter.

- What is he doing? - Asking questions.

Is Cuchillo here?

Hey, Senor! He's here! The son of a bitch!

If someone talks to me, I want to see his face!

Be careful, Senor, he's quick with the knife as you can see.

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

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

Go!

Get up, Cuchillo.

The chair is free, isn't it?

Then give me a shave.

Come on, brothers! Let's praise the Lord! Come on!

Mormons all right! You are all bastards!

Take my wife, as well. She's yours!

Hey, guys! Look there!

See who's here!

Corbett is back from his hunt.

Who is he? A big one?

Not very.

His name is Cuchillo Sénchez.

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

Jonathan, I'm sorry but it isn't Cuchillo. This is Paco Molinas.

Sentenced to death for robbery and murder.

Sentence is paid, you fool. Amen!

How did you happen to get the wrong man?

Because when I found him, his clothes were Cuchillo's...

and it was my horse he was riding.

Well, if things are like that you can stop looking around for Cuchillo.

Molinas found him first.

Right now the vultures have turned your Mexican into a heap of bones.

By the way, are you missing something?

Yes, a sheriff's star.

It got thrown away. That stuff burns.

Possible.

What's wrong? You seem a bit disappointed, Corbett.

I am-

I thought that guy was smarter.

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

There is no hotel anymore. There is nothing left.

After the gold played out of here, everybody left.

But as a favor I'll let you have the bunk in the front cell.

Of course for friends there is another arrangement if you like.

The best thing about my work is you become acquainted with many people!

Yesterday I had a Mexican who said,

"If you know anyone that could pass for me,

I'll give him my horse and clothes."

"Why?“, I say.

"Because I wanna have some fun."

And can you believe it? He did.

- Come here. - What's wrong?

Why are you so hasty?

What's this?

Where'd you get this? - Hey! Don't. You hurt me!

Who gave you this?

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

Yesterday. Some time around noon.

What difference does it make to you? - What was he like?

Better mannered than you are. That's for sure.

Look at the bruises.

Sure... nicer and merrier than you are.

A man, a real man... damn it!

If he hadn't gone with the Mormons, he could have stayed all night, too.

Well, a man...

What... What the heck!

Keep it... because these signs tell you

that this is the promised land.

May these words guide you to the end of this journey

and may Divine Providence travel with us always.

May peace be with you, brothers.

Go and play.

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

Is there a young Mexican with you? - Yes, there is...

a nice guy who always obeys God's Law. - Which wagon is he in?

Why? He's not there.

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

Little Sarah? How old is little Sarah?

Thirteen. Why do you ask?

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

I cannot believe it!

Hey, Sarah! Sarah!

Come in the water!

Come on!

Come see the little fishes.

It's fantastic!

Come on, Sarah!

The water here is shallow.

You can touch the bottom. See?

No

- No, no! - Sarah, come on. Don't make me coax.

Come on, Sarah!

We play a game. You be the Mormon girl and I be the wolf.

Oh! What pretty feet you have, Sarah.

Beautiful! Come on, Sarah. Let's play together!

Ah, so that's it?

No! Let go of me.

You make me fall. No, I am scared.

Stop it!

Get up, Cuchillo.

I could easily kill you right now.

Please, I swear, we have nothing... I'm a poor Mexican.

Please, don't kill me!

He wants to rob us.

Please. Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Stop it, you fool...

He was a bandit, wasn't he?

I had to shoot him! He might have killed us!

I had to shoot! He was a bandit!

Yes, he was a bandit.

But first of all he was an idiot.

Good bye, baby and thank you!

Cuchillo is leaving.

Sarah, what happened?

He was a bandit. He was going to rob and kill us!

Be quiet, Sarah. Just let me look at him.

Doesn't seem serious.

Don't move.

Cuchillo...

Where is Cuchillo? - The boy has escaped.

At least, I got here before he hurt your daughter.

My daughter?

Sarah?!

Sarah is my fourth wife.

Hey, who are you?

Just a poor pal who doesn't bother asking names, Senor.

I'm here because my stomach's empty.

Clear out!

Get moving.

Yes, but if that man's job is open, then maybe I can do it.

You don't have to give me much but please, I need work.

- We don't want Mexicans here. Go away! - No, wait!

He might help us. It'll take a while for Jess to get patched up.

How do you get on with cattle?

I'm best in all I do, Sefiora.

We'll see.

Meanwhile, get a plate.

- Yes. - Yes, Ma'am.

Yes, Ma'am.

Feel better now?

Now I could stop a hull with my bare hands.

All right. You show us what you can do.

Now who's got an idea? - Well...

That old Barnie is sure mean. He's right back there in the old corral.

Ah, old Barnie.

We're waiting for you, wrangler.

This is old Barnie.

You said you could stop a bull with your bare hands, didn't you?

Come on, prove it!

Come on! Come on!

You steer!

Come inside.

I'll take care of you.

Come here.

Sefiora... call me Sefiora... just like the others.

What are you doing, Mister?

Where are you taking that man?

This man is wanted, in case you don't know it.

- He belongs to us! - He's wanted by the law!

In these mountains we got no law. Leave.

I'm leaving, but he comes with me.

Get on your horse and leave.

I warned you. I will count to three.

One...

Two...

and three...

Stop it! Stop it!

I'll blame my men for what happened.

They shouldn't have provoked you, Mister...

Corbett.

Don't you want to come inside?

I want to show you that even in such a backward and barren place

the rules of hospitality haven't been forgotten.

0k, he'll come back with you.

Put him in a safe place!

He'll be quite all right. I assure you.

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

So...

I found myself a widow and alone on this isolated ranch.

Hard work for a woman

especially because I was educated for finer things.

You both may go.

These men talk just like beasts, you see.

It's hard... to keep on holding their respect.

But it looks like you're doing all right.

What are they doing?

They're talking.

See, he's a new one, you poor idiot.

You should know her by now. I'm sure she didn't wait a minute.

Stop it!

I feel sorry for you boys...

because you are sharing this barn with me while they are there alone.

I can almost see them.

Now he's kissing her soft white neck

while she's running her hands down his back.

And now he reaches for her fine white thigh.

Meanwhile with his other hand he is unbuttoning...

Shut up!

Close your filthy mouth!

You'll think I lost my good manners.

What are you trying to say?

There are things you understand...

though you don't talk about them.

In any case, you always need to take off your guns.

This bastard is right.

Of course I am right! And this is just the beginning.

Didn't you see? He comes from the city, he's fast with the gun...

He's trying to take what he wants...

And if he stays...

he'll be your new boss.

I don't care about you...

but I'm in, too.

If I go back to the gringos, they'll hang me.

But if we all go after him, we can stop him.

- What do you mean? - I tell you, it's in your hands!

We wait for him to come out and then we shoot him first. Eh?

Otherwise he'll shoot first.

You know, you may need one more person.

Untie me, give me a rifle and...

Stop it! We'll keep an eye on you.

Sure... so you'll see how I kill him.

But... will you free me then?

Of course we will.

A man, a real brave man...

he might be our new lord... - I don't think so.

You wouldn't be satisfied with just one man.

You enjoy being queen bee too much. - And you enjoy killing people.

I saw you looking at that Mexican outside.

You saved him only for one reason: so you could kill him yourself!

I'm happy we completely agree.

What the hell are they doing? I can stop them!

Back!

Why don't you start shooting, bastard!

But didn't you see him get back so fast?

Listen, I try to get around behind him if you keep him busy in front.

- Go ahead! - Keep him under fire!

No one can catch Cuchillo, "Americana"!

Cuchillo's leaving!

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

You won't fool me this time!

Where are you? Come on, I'll show you...

Here.

No! No, wait, please!

Please, don't leave me here alone! Don't go. Have mercy on me!

I'm afraid!

Please, don't leave me!

Good water, eh?

Tastes good, eh, Cuchillo?

- Now it smells of shit. - Next time you steal a horse,

make sure there is a canteen.

Otherwise you need to stop drinking.

And since this is the only well nearby...

one can easily find you.

Take it easy.

Take it easy, I said!

Son of a bitch! You take advantage because you're taller and bigger.

Hero my foot! - You talk too much.

If it weren't for those stupid pigs back there...

you wouldn't even have had a chance to catch me!

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

You listening? "Cabron"!

By yourself you couldn't catch a limping snail!

Go ahead.

After breakfast, I'll get the horse and catch up with you.

You must have come out of your mother running.

Hungry?

Careful, because without teeth you can't chew.

What bothers you about me?

I've got nothing against you. It's the law you broke that counts.

The law? And what's that law?

You mean you don't know?

I do know a law. The one who says most of the world's two parts:

the masters and the ones that obey.

Sure, even in my country there was such a law.

Then came Juérez and the revolution.

He'd say he'd change the life of those who obey.

But then...

nothing really changed. It was the same as before.

And you started running again, eh?

But what's the use? I always get stopped.

You don't see what cares I've got.

A poor man with a family. I've got three children.

My wife is a saint. She works from morning to night...

as a maid for a priest.

If I were in your place I would say, "This man should be free to go."

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

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

Don't you think you owe me some gratitude?

I helped you at the ranch, remember?

So you could run. You needed the extra time to escape.

But if I hadn't you...

I'm not able to kill a man unless it's a fair fight, you know it.

But a girl of twelve...

there you could.

There you go, little snake.

You saw it.

If you want I can draw it out.

It's the only way to get rid of the poison.

Make a quick decision.

In another minute it could be too late.

It still isn't enough. Now it should be burned to close up the wound.

Ah, yes. We really should burn it.

Get up.

Turn around.

No tricks.

I can't.

I told you I couldn't kill a man in cold blood.

You see I'm not that evil.

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

See? This is what hit you. Here.

It's yours.

If you don't kill me right now, it'll be the last mistake you'll make.

Maybe you're right...

If I kill you, they'll just send another man after me...

maybe much smarter than you.

Now we have an account to settle, you and I.

You owe me your life.

Next time, remember that!

But there won't be a next time...

because you'll never catch me.

Are they already blessed, father?

No, not yet but...

Easy, Mister. There's plenty here.

Thank you.

You look like someone who took the wrong turn by mistake.

How long have you been out here?

Four, five days. I don't know.

Take it easy. You gotta rest.

I'm after a man. An outlaw.

You must give me a horse and a gun. - Are you kidding?

He's headed to Mexico and I need to reach him before he reaches the border.

I haven't any money on me, but any sheriff in Texas...

will vouch for me and pay you.

My name is Corbett, Jonathan Corbett.

All right, Corbett. Listen...

You'll climb on my wagon and get some rest.

We're going to California but as soon as we get to the first town you can...

Oh, I'm wasting time! I need a horse now!

You fool? We still have weeks before us.

I'd have to put my family and everything else I have at risk...

just so you can hunt a bandit? To hell with the bandit!

Let him escape. Someone will catch him.

If he gets into Mexico, don't you understand he's free?

No, I don't understand.

And you're annoying me...

Whether you're coming or not, I don't care.

Ok, I'm sorry.

Thief!

Thief!

Good thing I saw you. I could have hit you, you know?

- May I see? - Of course.

But please, don't tell brother Smith.

I don't know why but he doesn't agree with this way of picking the fruit.

- Who gave you this? - A Mexican.

- Where is he? - He left yesterday.

This is already Mexico. Here we are right at the border.

- And Cuchillo crossed it? - Yes.

So your hunt is over. - Is that what you think?

You cannot hunt him in Mexico.

Cuchillo belongs to the law of my country.

Let's forget about the law.

If you cross the border, you are also an outlaw.

It becomes a personal matter. You know that.

I only know that I will get him.

To carry one of these for years can change a man.

What would you know about it?

May I have it a second?

They make them a lot lighter nowadays.

You see? It's a habit, although 30 years have passed.

When I came here,

the brothers immediately started calling me brother Smith & Wesson,

because I had a gun and was on the run.

One who shoots like you has no reason to run

I ran from what I had inside.

You see, Corbett,

the victim is not always in front of the pistol, you know?

- Yes, you understand but you don't care. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too... for you.

- A girl? - Yes.

How old was this girl?

Twelve.

Was she good looking?

Was it your daughter? Was it your cousin?

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

Why are you after this Cuchillo?

You must be a sheriff.

- No. - I don't get you.

Captain, in my country even a private citizen

who believes in justice can help out the law.

But now you come to Mexico.

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

I'm not sure I should.

You can't even prove to me who you are.

Do you have a telegraph?

From San Antonio, they will tell you who I am.

- I could do that. - But you won't help me find him, right?

You must have heard of this man. I know he lives in this town.

He said his wife works for the priest.

That's a big laugh. The priest would never let her enter the church.

Rosita is working in a bordello since she was fifteen.

Yes, I know Cuchillo. I know that one well!

He's one of those pieces of trash who stood with Juarez.

- Then you're looking for him, too? - Maybe I am...

But I'm not doing it for you.

In that case I'll find him myself!

You know, Senor...

there are people I despise even more than Juérez' followers: the Americans.

So you go ahead.

It makes no difference to me who kills who...

but be careful! Don't cause me trouble or I'll cause you more.

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

Are you Rosita?

- Twenty pesos. - Wait... are you Cuchillo's wife?

Don't talk to me about that pig.

How long has it been since he was here?

I wish I never met him!

He showed up here yesterday and stole all I had.

Took my Madonna from me.

- Where's he gone now? - How do I know?

He's probably out drunk giving another woman what I earned!

But if he'll come back then I scratch his eyes out...

All right. Calm down.

When I find him there won't be a next time.

- What do you mean? - He won't bother you anymore...

because he'll be hung for murder.

- My man? - Yes.

You want to hang my man? I'll kill you, filthy scum.

You're defending him.

A rapist. A murderer!

Why are you defending him?

Help! Stop him!

He's a thief. He tries to go without paying!

Don't let him get away!

He's a thief!

I said no trouble... and you didn't listen.

Madam!

So...

you come next.

And you.

And you.

One moment. This one goes with us.

Do you have any objection?

No problem, Senor.

I don't object. After all, I'm a peaceful man.

What the devil!

Since when you put a man in prison because he drank a little?

Is it a crime to be happy?

If you knife people, burn down the place and then bite a policeman...

Oh, no! It was them who provoked me.

And the damn lamp fell out of my hand

and the policeman put his hand in my mouth. I only closed it.

Come on. Get in.

- But I swear! - Now you'll be quiet.

You're a brave man with the bars between us.

Coward!

Help! Help!

- What's wrong here? - I want to get out!

He tried to kill me. He's mad! He wants to jump me.

But what did he do to you?

Put me in another cell. He wants to hurt me.

Stop shouting!

I'll keep shouting all night long.

And if I hear you breathe again, I'll shut your dirty mouth for you.

Got it?

You're only a coward.

Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

Here's the reason for wanting my cell changed.

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

Why don't you make a fuss?

You know you are a strange person?

If I were you, I'd wake up the whole prison.

Luckily, my country was made out of mud and dried spit!

I'll get you.

And I will have no mercy.

I'll hunt you down and kill you like the rotten beast you are.

Beast. But what about what you are?

I have to keep on running... Once I stopped and they almost killed me!

And you, why are you running after me?

Because they told you I'm guilty...

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

But what if I make you laugh, eh? What if I didn't murder that girl?

And it just so happens I know who did.

You would laugh, too if you knew who it was...

if you don't know already.

From now on you will be the one who's hunted.

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

Goodbye, my friend.

You'll never get me.

Open up.

You're free. Out. You've been cleared. We got a telegram from San Antonio.

You're Corbett all right. - Damn! He's gone!

- Who? - That dirty swine Cuchillo.

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

Don't worry, no one will stop you.

As I already told you:

here in Mexico, the Americahos and the dogs of Juarez...

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

Isn't it great to live in a free country?

May I buy it for you?

Where the devil have you been?

Corbett... I've been looking for you for two days.

No, I don't buy your idea.

Listen to me, Corbett.

When the telegram from the Mexican police arrived,

I noticed that you were in trouble.

So I took the effort to come here personally.

I did so not to listen to your opinion but to clear off this matter!

This is a matter of a million dollars,

and it never gets built because of a despicable Mexican!

But right now the despicable Mexican means more to me than all your money.

More than the election!

But you also belong to me, Corbett.

Yes.

Your face is posted in every corner of the State now...

and everybody knows that my money lies behind you.

We're in the same boat, Corbett.

If you drown in ridicule, you're taking me down also.

Therefore, I want that Mexican liquidated.

I don't like your method.

But your method has failed. Now we'll use mine.

And I can guarantee you this Mexican won't get away from me.

Don Serrano, our kind host is not easily offended.

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

And furthermore he doesn't always understand our language.

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

But are you still decided on it?

Well, at least as sure as you are of wanting to enter into my business.

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

Oh, no. He's only a peasant!

Now listen to me! Each one of you will be paid 100 pesos.

Is that clear?

And the one who catches him will be paid 1000 pesos!

And remember: I want this Cuchillo alive!

All you have to do is find him.

Turn this country upside down if you have to, but find him!

Tear up!

How long will you stay this time?

I don't know.

Where will you go?

The world is a big place.

You know what lies behind those mountains?

The sea!

And what is it like?

Well, it is big.

You have no idea how big it is.

You know what? Maybe I will take you with me this time.

- Really? - Well...

Maybe.

We'll go, I'll steal a boat and then...

No! No

No

This isn't Cuchillo, you fool.

Sorry, Captain.

We seem to be having a lot of trouble tonight.

What is it?

Don Serrano's men are all over town,

armed and looking for someone.

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

Big property, pays a big tax,

and puts up much money for the church.

What do we do?

Do what I'm gonna do.

Go to bed. Those who sleep...

don't see and don't hear.

May I ask you a question, Corbett?

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

I've asked to other men and they all answered they look at their hand...

the one that shoots.

I don't.

I look at his eyes.

Because the moment before he moves his hands,

his eyes betray him.

And you can always read death in them.

Yours...

or his.

Didn't you have too much already?

For once, what's wrong?...

To hell. Leave me alone!

Kate...

Kate!

Where are you going?

I'm packing my trunk tonight and I'm going home.

- What? - I can't stand it anymore with Chet.

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

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

It's an option on Miller's land over which my railroad must pass!

That's a lot of capital.

And you know I don't want anybody to touch that capital!

- Hey you. - Yes, sir?

No..-...

- It's all right... - No, sir! No!

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

Do you have to try it once more?

- What are you trying to say? - You know damn well what I mean.

When did you know I was the one?

When it was too late. After you married my daughter!

When those two redheaded friends of yours showed up at the party,

and you pretended you just saw them,

but I knew for a fact that you'd seen them the night before.

So I had a little talk with them.

- And what did they tell you? - The truth.

That you got drunk and raped and killed that little girl...

and the Mexican saw you and you blamed him!

Why did they talk?

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

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

I thought they'd just gone away.

- They did, with Baron von Schulenberg. - Ah, I'm glad!

You idiot! You think I did it for you?

If the Mexican is alive, someone can find out

that my daughter is married to a murderer and violator.

The Mexican saw you.

But tomorrow,

after the Mexican's death, then I'll begin to think about you!

- Where is he? - I don't know! I haven't seen him.

I swear I don't know!

Yes, you know! Where is he?

Where is he?

I don't know!

Where is he? Come on!

- I don't know! - You don't, eh?

I'm here, you bastard!

- What is it? Are you injured? - No. No.

Go. Please, run! - Yes, ok.

Run! Run! Please.

- We'll be together to the seaside. - Go now!

I designed this holster myself.

I originated it when I realized that in America...

the swiftness of the draw...

is more important...

than the precision of the shooting.

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

The sun is rising.

It looks like a big stain of blood.

I say that for those who believe in foresights.

What to choose?

Wait, not those.

These.

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

It explodes inside of the body.

Like that!

Didn't you know that hunting was my passion?

After making money.

Oh, yes. I've been to Africa and India looking at all types of animals to kill,

but there is still one type of animal that I haven't hunted.

Not with a gun, that is.

The hunting of man.

Should be interesting.

They've seen him.

It seems he's hidden in the cane thicket.

- He must be nearby. - The dogs picked up his scent!

All right, keep them here then.

Come on!

Halt!

If we stop, Corbett will never catch Cuchillo.

It's better if we spread out.

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

And you come with me.

You here 90 with Senor Brokston!

All the others with me!

We'd better go on foot. The horses cannot stand it.

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

I'm saying don't make any mistake...

And the Mexican is mine!

Over there.

Go on!

Hold it!

What a stupid idiot I've been, Americana.

I've always thought you were an honest man,

and now you will kill me to cover up the truth.

What do you mean?

You know what I'm talking about.

Yeah. I know now.

Drop the rifle!

No. The blade.

What happened here?

- You're not blind. - All right. Kill him!

Kill him!

I could have killed him several times,

but something seemed wrong.

And when you involved yourself personally in this thing...

I knew it was wrong.

You thought I'd shoot first and think later, is that it?

You were wrong.

Corbett, you're really too damn smart to be a senator!

All right, Baron. He's yours.

Brokston, there is still a bullet left for you.

The hunt's over.

See, Corbett! It's not over for me.

Throw your pistol away!

I'm the man in charge. You'd miss at that range.

You made me lose a lot of money, Mr. Corbett.

But I care about it less than I thought.

Giddup, horses! Giddup!

- Good bye, Yankee! - Bye, gringo!

I go in that direction.

I go north.

Cuchillo...

Ah! You're welcome, amigo!

But you never would have gotten me!

Never!

Never!

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