A Fistful Of Dollars

Western
with Clint Eastwood, Marianne Koch and Gian Maria Volonté rides The dangerous Man without a name in a city, where war proves to be between two groups: the Rojo's and the Baxter. Instead of helping, as many others would do, he tries to play the two groups against each other here financial gain.

You? You again! Get out!

Do what I told you. Get out!

Go on! Run! I'll teach you
to keep away from me!

Run!

Papa!

You filthy dog!

You'll settle with me!

Let's go.

Welcome to you, stranger.

My name is Juan de Dios.
I am the bell ringer.

Why are you here?
To see the Rojos?

No, not the Rojos.
Is it the Baxters maybe?

Maybe not even the Baxters.

You want to get rich, eh? Well, for
that you have come to the right place...

if you use your head.

That's because everybody here
has become very rich...

or else they are dead.

What do you want to buy?
Some guns? Liquor?

You don't buy. You sell.
You sell lead in exchange for gold.

You will get rich here,
or you'll be killed.

Juan de Dios tolls
the bell once again.

It's not smart to go
wandering so far from home.

I reckon he picked
the wrong trail.

Or he could have
picked the wrong town.

His big mistake, I think,
was getting born.

If you want any work,
lookin' like that...

you could try
bein' a scarecrow.

Oh, no, the crows
are liable to scare him maybe.

Hello.

You can't get rich like that.

At most, you will only
succeed in being killed.

With all of the trouble we have,
all we needed was you.

- What are you looking for?
- Food and something to drink.

- Water's over there.
- No, no water.

Eating and drinking and killing.

That's all you can do,
just like the rest of your kind.

By the way,
you'll have to mark this up.

I know. You have no money.
After all, you just got into town.

But if you don't mind
doing a little killing...

you will have no trouble
finding someone eager to pay you.

My roulette wheel.
That, too, was murdered.

No one ever comes here to play.

We spend our time here
between funerals and burials.

Never saw a town
as dead as this one.

You will never see another like it.

- What's wrong with the place?
- We've had too many killings.

You have seen the women?

None of them are women.
They're widows.

The place is only widows.

Here you can only gain respect
by killing other men.

So nobody works anymore.

Seems somebody doesn't
share your opinion.

Yes.

Know why Piripero looked you over?

To take your measurements.

He is so experienced
he can do it with a glance.

You will be a customer.

Don't laugh. I'm not joking.

I want to warn you that those murderers
will make a corpse out of you one day.

That's why I want you
to get out of here.

You don't want to stay
in this cemetery.

Finish up and get out.

I told ya I can't pay ya.

Be my guest...

but get out of San Miguel,
will you?

Where does that lead?

The balcony.

Why are you going there? Hey!

To have a look.

Things always look different
from higher up.

But nothing's up there.

Go ahead and get out!

Who are they?

Bandits. Bandits and smugglers.

They come down from Texas.

They cross the frontier
to stock up on guns and liquor.

The cost is much less here.

Then they go back and sell
the guns and liquor to the Indians.

Any town that sells guns and liquor
has gotta be a rich one.

Not the town,
only those who buy and sell...

and the bosses
are the ones who clean up.

Yeah? Somebody has to run the place.
Every town has a boss.

That's true, but when
there are two around...

then I'd say that
there is one too many.

Two bosses?

Very interesting.

Interesting is right.

The Rojos boys,
three brothers who sell liquor.

And then there's the Baxters,
big gun merchants.

If I'm not mistaken, you already
met Baxter's gang, didn't you?

Yeah, we met.

But you're lucky. They don't
usually limit their fire to the mule.

A man leaves his own land
and looks around for any reason...

Juan de Dios tolls the bell
and Piripero sells another coffin.

Two bosses.

They've enlisted all the scum that hangs
around both sides of the frontier...

and they pay in dollars.

The Baxters over there.

The Rojos there.

Me right in the middle.

Where you do what?

Crazy bell ringer was right.

There's money to be made
in a place like this.

If you're thinking what I suspect,
I tell you, don't try it.

Which one of the two
is the stronger?

Which one of them is stronger?

Well, the Rojos, especially Ramón.

Don Miguel Rojo,
I want to talk to you.

Don Miguel, I hear
you're hiring on men.

Well, I might just be available.

I gotta tell you
before you hire me...

I don't work cheap.

Get three coffins ready.

Adios, amigo.

Listen, stranger!
Didn't you get the idea?

We don't like to see
bad boys like you in town.

Go get your mule.

You let him get away from you?

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

- He's feeling real bad.
- Hmm?

My mule.

He got all riled up when you men
fired those shots at his feet.

Hey, are you makin'
some kind of joke?

I understand you men
were just playin' around.

But the mule...
He just doesn't get it.

Of course, if you were
to all apologize.

I don't think it's nice,
you laughin'.

My mule don't
like people laughin'.

He gets the crazy idea
you're laughin' at him.

Now, if you apologize,
like I know you're going to...

I might convince him
that you really didn't mean it.

I saw the whole thing.
You killed all four of them.

You'll pay all right.
You'll be strung up.

Who are you?

Don't fire a shot.

I'm John Baxter, sheriff.

Yeah? Well, if you're the sheriff,
you better get these men underground.

My mistake. Four coffins.

I told you I wasn't cheap...

but I think you'll find
it's worth your while.

97, 98, 99, 100.

The rest when you're all done.

When do I start?

I'm not in a hurry,
at least for the moment.

I'd say with four less Baxters, right
now is as good a time to start as any.

In a few days I hear there will be
a troop of cavalry passing through here.

I wouldn't want the military sticking
their long noses into our business.

You seem to be well informed.

In these parts, a man's life often
depends on a mere scrap of information.

This thing couldn't have
been very useful to its owner.

My brother Ramón did that.
He often uses it for target practice.

With a gun in his head,
no one stands in his way.

The suit of armor is
one of his favorite targets...

naturally when he does not
have anything better to shoot.

Well, I'll be kind of curious
to meet this brother of yours.

This is Chico, one of
the most trusted of my men.

Follow him.
He will bring you to your room.

I would like you
to feel at home.

Well, I never found home
that great, but let's go.

Who's that?

Her name's Marisol.
You just forget about her.

This one will be your room.

You gave him $100.

We never pay that much.

Can you explain to me
why you have taken him on?

To have that filthy gringo around
the house and to give him $100 besides?

We have never paid anybody so much

You cannot leave someone like that
to do what he wants around here.

He's capable of doing anything.
And I want law and order in this place.

If that is all you want,
there is a much cheaper way.

Just snuff him out.

And who would be the one? You?

Yes, why not?

A shot in his back, then you would have
him out of the way in no time at all.

Listen, I could
do it easily right now.

He won't be expecting it,
and I'd get back the hundred.

You are stupid, Esteban!
Even if you are my brother!

A bullet in the back, eh?
And it is ended!

And what happens if your hand
should tremble slightly?

And he's only hurt?

And with the cavalry arriving in town
and that Yankee so quick on the draw.

- I was only thinking...
- You mustn't think of anything!

You let me do the thinking instead.

Go and see the americano. Just ask him
if he needs anything and make friends.

Get one thing clear
in that head of yours.

This is going to be a quiet town
until Ramón gets back!

Is that clear? A quiet town.

I am Esteban Rojo.
My brother asked me to...

What are you doing?

Moving.

But didn't you know
all our men live here with us?

That's all very cozy, but I don't
find you men all that appealin'.

Besides, your brother said he didn't
have any need for me anymore right now.

Halt!

- Sergeant?
- Yes, żCapitán?

Tell the men we'll be spending
tonight here in this place.

Arrange it so they can
pick up the supplies here.

Also, double the guard in order
to watch the stagecoach there.

Yes, sir.

What do you suppose
they're carrying in that coach?

It'd be easy to find out.

Get up close to it and
take a little look at what's in it.

If they fire at you,
you know it's gold.

Not a bad idea.

Looking for anything?

Hello.

Get out of here, Yankee.

Why aren't you sleeping?

When I see you staring like that,
it bothers me.

I still keep wondering
what was in that stagecoach.

It's something they seem
to think is very important.

I asked a few questions of the captain
and almost was arrested.

Who's Marisol?

You better get some sleep.
You need it.

It's much too dangerous,
even for you.

All I did is ask who she was.

She is a woman.

And Ramón's madly in love with her.

Does that make it clear to you?

Everybody in this town
talks about Ramón.

Kind of curious to meet him.

If you are smart, you will try to
stay clear of Ramón as long as possible.

There are the soldiers.
They are moving on very quietly.

Strange.

They're headed for the frontier.

Tell me...

is that the way
you go to bed every night?

Don't worry.
I didn't dirty the sheets.

Wait. I'm coming too.

I want to see for myself how you're
going to get yourself in trouble.

All right. All right.
Go ahead.

It's like playing
cowboys and Indians.

- Captain.
- Welcome, Lieutenant.

There's your gold as promised.

I hope the guns you will be giving us
will be equally useful to our army.

Rest assured, Captain.
We'll check them over together.

Get their clothes on again,
and hurry.

Be sure to place them around right.

Remember. They died
fighting among themselves.

Rubio!

There. It's Ramón.

This is my brother Ramón.

I think I mentioned him.

Everybody talks about Ramón.

And many speak of you, too,
my dear brother included.

Well, I hope they say nice things.

Did you have a good trip?

It was tiring.

It was terribly hot on the road
during the day.

And stagecoaches are
an uncomfortable way to travel.

Well, I'm sure you'll be
in great shape in no time.

The americano cannot
wait to get into action.

I am sorry. He's going
to be a disappointed man.

How's that?

The Baxters accepted the invitation.
They'll come tonight, Don Miguel.

The Baxters coming here?
You must be out of your head.

Chico followed my orders.
I told him to invite them here.

Ramón, what is this?

I have found out many things
when I was traveling...

and I have decided
that it's very stupid...

to just keep on shooting at each other
and without any results.

You've gone out
of your mind, Ramón.

No, I have come
to my senses, Esteban.

Believe me.

Trust me.

Life can be so precious.

It's foolish to risk
losing it every minute, no?

There's plenty of space
for everybody in this town.

Even Baxters, hmm?

For this reason...

I've decided to hang
my gun up on the wall.

I think that Ramón
has the right idea.

I, too, am getting tired
of these killings. They must stop.

This is all very, very touching.

You mean you don't admire peace?

It's not real easy to like
something you know nothing about.

Stay in San Miguel and you may
just profit from the experience.

No, thanks.
I'll be movin' on.

Here's your money, Don Miguel.

I only used a small amount of it.

I don't like to take money
unless I feel I've earned it.

Now, why are you so hasty?
You should stay here.

You might enjoy
dining with us tonight.

The Baxters have four men
in the cemetery on account of me.

I don't think they'd
appreciate my presence.

I don't like that americano. He's
too smart to be just a hired fighter.

- At shooting a gun no one can touch him.
- I can see that.

When someone with that face works with
his gun, you may count on two things.

He's fast on the trigger,
but he's also intelligent.

That makes him too dangerous for you,
I think, my brothers.

Now that he's gone, will you please
explain that silly nonsense...

about hanging up your gun
and making up with the Baxters?

Is it possible that you'll never be able
to reach any conclusions on your own?

Don't you think our government and
the americanos will find those bodies...

and then start an investigation?

They'll investigate, all right...

and we'll be quiet
and peacefully abide our time.

We know nothing about the massacre
at the Rio Bravo, eh?

I arranged for the bodies
to be lying...

as if both companies
killed each other.

But do you think they'll believe it?

Yes, I think so.

Because if they don't
find some guilty party...

it would be a pretty good reason
to call off the investigation.

Yes, but what about the Baxters?

The Baxters?

They want nothing more
than to live in peace.

We'll let them have
their own way for a while.

Forget about the Baxters.

We'll take care of them later
when the investigation finishes.

That was a fine idea that you had.

What was it again?

Ah, yes, yes, yes.

The Baxters are on one side.
The Rojos on the other.

And you'd be in the middle.

The only problem is
that they've joined up.

Now you are without a job, and you don't
have money to pay me what you owe me.

There is only one thing for you to do.
Leave here immediately.

I will forget about
what you owe me.

You leave San Miguel and never
come back for the rest of your days.

Eh, Joe, I have prepared the wagon
the way you asked me to.

It's sitting out in the back here
with two empty coffins.

What are you up to?

Are you changing your profession?

If you want to go on living,
you'd better.

In my opinion,
you'll make a fine pallbearer.

Close this place
and come with me, huh?

Oh, close up, huh?
It's done. Where are we going?

I'd like to know where we are going,
or is it a secret?

Down by the river.
Have a look at some corpses down there.

The Rojos say come to dinner
and we must go.

But I don't like it at all...

even if they've granted
all the guarantees we've demanded.

We'll go along with it,
but don't touch anything.

You mustn't eat.
You mustn't drink.

You just keep your eyes open
and keep your wits about you.

Are you sure
that nobody has seen us?

Only a ghost or two.

Don't joke about
things like this.

Ghosts are better left
where they are.

You look as though
this place suits you very well.

If you go on like this,
you will soon be here permanently.

I do not understand.

Why is it with all those bodies down by
the river we are just burying these two?

We're not.
We're not gonna bury them.

What do you mean
we're not burying them?

That's right.
We're not gonna bury them.

If we are not going to bury them,
what will we use them for?

Why are we taking
the trouble to do this?

The dead can be
very useful sometimes.

They've helped me out of
tough spots more than once.

First, they don't talk.

Second, they can be made to look
alive if I manage it right.

And, third...

Well, third, if you shot them, there's
no worry, 'cause they're dead already.

Understand?

It doesn't make a bit of sense to me,
and I'm getting out.

I'm alive, and I want to remain
with the living, understand?

And when I'm dead, I'll want
to remain with the dead.

I would be unhappy if somebody living
forces me to remain with the living.

I hope that's clear.

And, also, I don't like the idea
that you've placed those bodies there!

The man buried there is the only one who
died of pneumonia in this cursed town!

Take it easy, will ya?

These two friends of ours here
are gonna make me pay your bill.

Get up there!

The only reason they could have
to start a war with us...

would be to kidnap you
from your husband's side.

He's gallant, this Rojo.

I really didn't think him
capable of compliments.

And he's not. All that he says
is false, like his proposals.

You women! If things aren't complicated
for you, you become suspicious.

Yes, because to me,
it just didn't seem right.

It went too smoothly.
I don't trust them.

You'd like to prove me wrong,
wouldn't you?

Always the same thing.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.

I just want you to know why the Rojos
want to make peace all of a sudden.

There was once a wagon load of gold that
the soldiers were taking to the border.

John, come up here quickly.

Sorry, but when a husband finds
a man in his wife's bedroom...

you're never sure
how he's gonna react.

- Give him $500.
- How's that?

Give the money to him.

He has an interesting story.
Listen to him.

That's the right idea.
You didn't misunderstand.

I get the wrong idea
only when it suits me.

- What is it?
- The soldiers escorting the gold!

Two of those soldiers got away.
They are hiding out in the cemetery.

The Baxters.
They're about to capture them.

Get the men!

You are well informed, eh?

A man's life in these parts often
depends on a mere scrap of information.

Your brother's own words.

Tell me. Why are you
doing this for us?

$500.

With these two soldiers
as witnesses against Ramón...

the government will be able to rid the
town of the Rojos and their whole band.

Then San Miguel
will have just one boss.

Hurry!

Let's go!

Coming with us?

When a man's got money in his pocket,
he begins to appreciate peace.

Come on!

Let's leave the horses here.

Who's there? Come out!

What do you think?

I don't know.

There's something about it
I don't like.

Too still to be wounded.
More like dummies.

Sure, dummies that are
very interesting to the Rojos.

Better hide. Hurry.

What'll we do?

Take two men and
circle around to the side.

Try to keep them busy long enough
for me to get those two down there.

Go on. Go on. Quickly.

Keep me covered.
I am going to take care of those two.

Listen, Baxter!
You can have them now if you like!

Since dead men can't talk!

It seems they didn't like my joke.

We'll let them go home
in a little while.

We will keep this bad boy
as our guest...

only until Baxter leaves San Miguel
and heads for the frontier.

Put him in the cellar.

Good work!

With Antonio as our prisoner,
the Baxters have to give in to us.

Now we can make
any kind of demand.

What has happened?
Talk, will you?

I don't know,
but somebody shot at me.

Where are you, Marisol?

It's strange how you always manage to be
in the right place at the right time.

It's nothing serious. A headache
that will pass. She'll sleep.

Keep your eyes open. She's not
to move from that room. You hear?

I wouldn't mention anything
about me bringing her here.

I wouldn't want the Rojos
to think I was on your side.

Don't worry.

I'm a woman who's rich enough
to appreciate the men my money can buy.

I've been to talk to the Rojos.

They'll give back Antonio
in exchange for Marisol.

It'll take place in the morning.

Very soon you are
going to be rich.

Yeah, and that's not
gonna break my heart.

Where is she?
You said I'd be able to see her!

Where is she?

I wanna see her!

- Come back here, Jesus. Come here.
- I wanna see!

I want to see her!
I want to see her!

Why can't I look at her?
I want to see her!

Go. Go to him, Marisol.

Mama!

- Mama!
- Jesus!

Julio!

Get Julio.

You were warned
to get out of town.

Now I'm gonna make you
pay once and for all.

Let him be!

You better get goin'.
Ramón's waitin'.

And, you, get that kid
home where he belongs.

A pig, that Ramón.

What's Ramón got to do with them?

You weren't told, eh?

In this part of the world,
the story is very old.

A happy little family
until trouble comes along.

And trouble has
the name of Ramón.

Claiming the husband cheated
at cards, which wasn't true...

he gets the wife
to live with him as hostage.

And the husband?

Him? There's nothing
for him to do.

The Rojos threatened
to kill his little boy Jesus...

and he was forced
to accept things.

That Ramón is smart.

Where are you going?

To the Rojos to look for a job.

I am glad we have
the americano with us.

It's the best thing that could
have happened to us, you know...

'cause if either government
starts an inquiry...

we'll need every man we can get.

I guess you know to be at war
with the Baxters now...

is worse than sitting
on a big case of dynamite.

- Where should we put this?
- Put it over there.

Come on, everybody! Drink up!

Good shooting.
Very good shooting.

When you want to kill a man,
you must shoot for his heart.

And the Winchester
is the best weapon.

That's very nice,
but I'll stick with my.45.

When a man with a.45
meets a man with a rifle...

the man with the pistol
will be a dead man.

That's an old Mexican proverb,
and it's true.

You believe that?

Take five men and escort Marisol
to the small house.

Stay there till I return.

- Everything's prepared.
- Do not be worried.

I will return tomorrow.

All the wagons are ready.
We can leave.

Everyone, enjoy yourselves
during my absence.

You heard Ramón.
Let's have a good time.

- He weighs over a ton.
- Of course...

with all he poured into himself.

Did you not tell me
no one could go see Mama?

That's right.

Then why does that man see her
when I cannot?

- I want Mama.
- Go away from the door.

Quiet!
We cannot show ourselves.

You must remember that.
You must stay away.

Hello.

There's somebody shooting
up at the small house.

Saddle the horses immediately!
Come on. Let's go!

Look out!

Here you are.
Now, take this money.

It's enough to live on for a while.
Now, get across the border.

Get as much distance between
yourselves and San Miguel as possible.

How may we thank you
for what you are doing?

Don't try. Just get goin'
before the Rojos get here.

Why do you do this for us?

Why? 'Cause I knew
someone like you once.

There was no one there to help.
Now, get movin'.

Get movin'.

Get out of here!

What do you see, Chico?

They're all dead.
They massacred them.

- They kidnapped Marisol!
- Looks like the work of the Baxters.

Quick, let's get back before
they attack our house and the town.

Chico, give out the ammunition.

Esteban, spread your men around
the house. Keep your eyes open.

Miguel, Paco, Vincente, Martin,
behind the house.

Alvaro, come with me.
Stay alert.

The way they killed the men in the small
house, there must be a lot of them.

It's a warm evening.

One of our wagons lost a wheel,
so we had to turn back here to get help.

One of the men tells me...

the Baxters attacked
the small house.

Do you know about it?

Tell me what you know.

Where did you hide Marisol?

You are thirsty.
You want to drink?

No, no, it is too soon to drink.

Bring him over here!

You're behaving like a stubborn idiot.
Tell us where Marisol is...

and it will all be ended!

In a week, you'll be back in shape.
You can go wherever you want.

That's enough for today.

Sooner or later, he'll talk.
It's just a matter of time.

Watch out he doesn't escape
or die otherwise.

And wait till he comes to.
This way, he hardly feels anything.

I've had a poker hand
waiting three days.

Now I'm stuck here! I can't get to it
while I'm guarding this americano idiot!

I think you will find this
more amusing than cards.

All orders are to be sure
he does not die...

and also make sure
he regrets the day he was born.

The gringo is asleep, I imagine.

That's all right.
I'll enjoy waking him up.

- Esteban, what was that noise?
- I do not know.

I heard a yell,
and then a crash.

It's useless to hide.

You're finished
playing the smart boy.

Go up and look in the loft.

And take a look
behind the barrels!

Let's get out of here!

Hurry! Quick!

Hurry with that water!
Hey, you, come with me!

Surround the town!
Block all the streets leading out!

Find him for me!

- Esteban, search the whole town.
- Follow me!

Get him back right now!
You've got to at any cost!

Look in the stables,
in every corral, in the stores!

Look for him in the church!

Go in there!
Search every inch of it!

Search everywhere!
Rubio, in here!

If somebody is hiding him,
burn their house down...

and kill them like dogs!

You, up here!

Look for him near the Baxters,
but I want him alive!

Alive!

Rubio, in the bar.

He says he knows nothing.
He's trying to be smart.

Bring him here to me.

- I'm telling the truth.
- Well, you know nothing, huh?

You take care of him.

Where have you hidden him?

I didn't hide him.

You're the right friend
for that filthy americano.

You'll end up the same way.

We looked everywhere.

In his cellar, in the attic,
on the roof.

There is no trace.

I couldn't find anybody
in the back room.

I'm certain he has taken
refuge with the Baxters.

The americano isn't stupid.
He knows that's the best place to hide.

The Baxters, eh?

Then better go and get him.

And that's for being his friend.

Curse them.

- Come here.
- I can't see anybody.

Come here.

What are you doing in there?

Never mind.
Get me out of here.

But you're not dead yet.

I will be if you don't get me out
of here, quick. Get that lid down.

I see some signs of life.

Let's be ready
when they decide to come out.

Don't shoot!
We surrender!

Stop! Don't shoot!
We're coming out!

- I surrender! Hold back your fire!
- Don't shoot!

We surrender!

Stop.

I wanna take a look at this.

Ramón, don't shoot!
We're coming out!

We surrender!

Listen, you've won.
It's enough!

I'll get out of town!
I'll do whatever you like!

- You promise that?
- I swear it!

You won't try a trick
of any kind?

None! No, no tricks!

I said before, I give you my word.
We'll leave!

Are you sure? You had better
ask permission of your wife.

Maybe she won't be too happy!

Murderers.

They had no guns.

Murderers!
I hope you rot in hell!

May you and your brothers die
spitting blood! Curse you for this!

Murderers!

Let's go.
The show's over anyway.

Keep looking for him.
Search among those bodies.

The filthy americano
has to be somewhere!

Where's Silvanito?

Any news today?

I have to tell you
some news that's pretty bad.

- I hate to tell you this, but...
- Where is Silvanito?

He was captured this morning
by those men of Ramón's.

They grabbed him outside the village.
He was on his way to this mine.

He was bringing in some provisions.
Ramón's got him now.

He's being tortured,
but he won't talk.

I know him well.
He's a stubborn man.

No matter what they do, he won't say
a word, even if it means his life.

Listen to me.
They'll never be able to force him.

Now, fool,
loosen up your tongue.

You better get back
to your shop, old man.

- You're liable to have some business.
- Ah, very good!

That's what I wanted to hear.

And I have a little surprise for you
that I brought along.

I know how much you'll need it.
It was very hard to get my hands on.

I got it by first using my head.
No one can resist two barrels of wine.

Isn't that right?
Then I thought that...

well, you might need that pistol,
and I brought another present.

It's dynamite.
I stole it from the Rojos.

And now it seems to me the moment's come
for you to light the fuse...

and send it back to them.

Still lots of light.

Too early to be asleep yet.

Rubio, here.

I shouldn't like to ruin the rifle.
I could never find another like this.

Listen, let's try it
with this one now.

Gringo!

Heard you wanted to see me.

The americano's dead.

Let the old man down.

What's wrong, Ramón?

You losing your touch?

Are you afraid, Ramón?

"You shoot to kill,
you better hit the heart."

Your own words.

The heart.

Don't forget the heart.

Aim for the heart
or you'll never stop me.

When a man with a.45
meets a man with a rifle...

you said the man with the pistol's
a dead man.

Let's see if that's true.

Go ahead, load up and shoot.

Hey, listen, Joe.

Listen, l-l...

Well, guess your government
will be glad to see that gold back.

And you, you don't want to be here
when they get it, eh?

You mean the Mexican government
on one side...

and maybe the Americans
on the other side?

Me, right smack in the middle?

Mm-mmm.
Too dangerous.

So long.