A Bullet for a Stranger (Gli fumavano le Colt... lo chiamavano Camposanto)

He's coming, Mister. He's at the north pass!

One more hour.

For 15 years. For 15 years I've been waiting for this day!

- Pedro! Chico! - Yes, Mister?

How long will it take you to saddle the horses, damn it?

Well, quite long, Mister.

You're supposed to arrive at the village before the coach does.

I want my boys to get some fresh horses.

These are no horses, Mister, these are devils!

They have to feel the whip first!

My boys will tame your devils!

With one hand they'll show them who's the boss.

- Hey, stay here! - Go!

Come on! Let's go, boy!

How will we recognize them, Mister?

That'll be very easy, you can't miss them.

They are two strong, young lads with shoulders that big.

Blue eyes and arms that could break your horses' neck.

They are two oaks, two strong Irish oaks!

You know what, George? I found the virtue...

...of this tobacco: It eases that horrible stench.

- Do you want some? - No, thank you.

Sorry, reverend, I should have offered you some first!

- Would you like some tobacco? - No, thanks.

May I?

- Please, Madam. - Thanks.

I'm not a reverend, even though we work in the same department:

Them the souls, me the corpses.

I'm a gravedigger. I'm going to Arlington...

...to take over my friend Samuelson's business...

...who's retiring to enjoy the fruits of his work.

You'll get rich in two years!

Ah, Arlington you said! Has there been an epidemic?

Yes! And there still is! And hopefully it will stay for a while!

- Good grace! What is it? - Chronical... plumbism!

Now, now, don't cry!

Look... what your mama's got for you!

That's good, good!

John, take a look around!

They're bristled with weapons!

Withal, the war's been over for quite a while now.

But you, my dear little sons, don't you carry any weapons?

- Absolutely not, Madam! - Maybe we're the only ones.

- Except for you. - Oh yes.

But I just don't trust these modern weapons.

This one belonged to my husband. He shall rest in peace.

Sure, back then I was a better shot.

But nowadays, you know...

...the eyes are a little worse, the hand shakes a bit.

Will you stop that?

Can't you once keep your fingers off your guns...

...until we arrived at the station?

- Are we there yet, boss? - Almost.

10 minutes until we change the horses.

Quick stop in Arlington - that's more healthy for everybody!

Arlington! The lucky ones who journey on may go for a short walk.

- Look! That must be the two! - Virgin mother, gigantic oaks.

- Quick, let's go! - Yes, yes.

Welcome, gentlemen! I'm Pedro and that's my brother Chico.

We're the employees of Mr. McIntire.

And who gives a damn? Get out of the way.

That's not really...

...what I expected, but... - Hey!

If you don't like the view, get lost.

Let go! I want to teach him some manners, these peasants!

That would take too long, George. I'll take care of that.

- Well? A nice animal, isn't it? - Well, a nice animal, but too expensive!

- What? - Good manners are not your strength.

But there's still some time to learn.

- You think so? - Yes, I mean you.

There are two ways of teaching good manners to someone.

But for you, I obviously have to use the quicker one.

- So? - So what? Listen, silly billy.

I don't know how you take care of things where you come from...

...but over here, we do it with this. - Come on, let him go.

Can't you see they're two unarmed kids?

Well, but they are some bigmouths. Give him your gun.

I'll just give him a tiny scratch.

No, no! Just a second.

A gentleman can't fight with a savage.

- We're from Boston. - Who cares?

Hey, nag! Get out of the way!

Hey you!

I told you to get lost!

And yet another master of good manners.

Are you deaf? Turn around!

Turn around, you bastard!

No, my friend.

You don't think you'll get away with that, do you?

Come on, don't make me beg you! You're no mama's son.

And you have a gun, too.

Are you mute?

Let me hear some or I'll deflate your ass!

Mister?

I'm asking you to listen to me.

My name is John McIntire.

Pedro! They are the oaks.

I have to remark that your behavior wasn't very polite.

The total opposite, I have to say that we did not agree with it at all.

Your interference was... Hey Mister!

Welcome, gentlemen!

I'm Pedro and this is my brother Chico.

We're the employees of your father, Mr. Rhett.

We came to accompany you to the ranch.

Okay. You can get the bags and the suitcases, they're on the coach.

- Chico! The luggage! - Alright.

Just a minute, we have a surprise for you, gentlemen!

What kind of place is this anyway?

These, gentlemen, are wonderful full-breds, full of fire.

- Take a look! - Yes, very nice, Chico...

...but maybe another time. - But they're for you!

- Your father is sending you them. - I understand, Chico. Thank you.

- I'm Pedro. - Alright, Pedro.

Surrender!

Hey come on, now it's my turn!

- But... that's a proper mania! - Certainly seems so.

John! I hope you're not presenting yourself to our father like that.

- In this condition! - That would be inexcusable...

- Ah, Pedro! - But I'm Chico, Mister.

- Sure, Chico. We're going to the hotel. - The hotel, Mister?

- A harborage. Do you know what that is? - But your father is awaiting...

- To the hotel, Pedro. - But I'm Chico!

To the hotel, Chico. You two, wait for us.

They're no oaks, Chico, they're two blockheads!

And don't you ever shove your dirty mugs in here again!

Get up, you boozer! I'm with you in a minute.

And don't you ever show up here again, understood?

I have the impression that someone at this table cheats mighty big.

I won't name any names.

But I swear, if I catch him cheating...

...I'll also shoot his good eye away!

- What are you trying to say by that? - I'll tell you when I caught you.

Hey, hey, let's rather gamble instead. Deal the cards, buddy.

- Something to drink? - Beer, my friend, beer.

Here's the first one!

This time you won't get away with that little game of yours!

You asked these two bastards for help! Didn't you?

Come on, boys, stop it, be good! Be good!

Quit it, stop...

Hey! What the hell? You're destroying all my stuff!

Damn it! My beautiful hotel!

- It's enough, I said! - My goodness!

They don't exactly follow the boxing rules...

...but these friendly peasants do have a big temper.

- No, really. - Look, look at him.

You madmen! Just go away!

And you! Come here...

One moment! Help!

Young gentlemen! We better leave.

Your father is waiting and they are starting a brawl!

You're right, Pedro. I also think our father...

...would not agree with our presence here at all.

- Daddy! - Boys, no sentimentalities, alright?

Ah, boys, what a joy. Finally you're home.

Hey, no sentimentalities, Dad!

- Your words, you remember? - Yes, you're right.

How lucky she would be right now.

- Do you still remember her, John? - Only very vague, Dad.

You can't remember her, George.

She left us before you learned to walk.

Her only wish was to see you growing up in a different place.

And I fulfilled her wish. It's been hard, I missed you a lot.

But she was right, it was better that way.

Chico, the flowers please.

Thanks, Chico.

Put some on this grave too, John.

- Who are they, Dad? - A poor family of pioneers...

...who came here many years ago.

They were attacked by bandits.

The wife and the kids were murdered.

The husband was wounded.

Your mother came here often to put flowers on the grave.

- And where is the husband? - I have no idea.

We cared for him until he recovered and soon after, he left.

This man had lost all his faith.

And they say, his gun talks more and more frequently ever since.

But let's go now, boys. It is late already.

Tonight, you'll meet the Demorlays, our neighbors, respectable folks.

Guns and rifles everywhere. Infants sucking on bullets.

Duels - yes, we had an eventful arrival.

Yes... this is not Boston, but there's lots of good people around here as well.

Mister! There he is...

The collector is here.

- What's so secret? - I'll explain it to you later.

Mrs. Carmen, may I ask you to go upstairs for a moment.

- And you, too. - Yes, Mister.

And now, whatever happens, stay calm, boys.

- Understood? Stay calm. - Good day.

- Come with me. - I'm coming, too.

Then I won't have to see him once more.

Let's go.

Listen, Pedro!

Your father will explain it to you.

What's that all about? Who's that guy?

Look, Mr. John -

...your father didn't want to tell you...

They battered him like that!

- Shot him to pieces! - For God's sake, Pedro!

- Why did they do it? Why? - I'm Chico, Mister.

Hey you blown-up cock! Wait a second!