The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo)

You're... from Baker?

Tell Baker that I told him all that I know already.

Tell him I want to live in peace, understand?

There is no use to go on tormenting me!

I know nothing at all about that case of coins.

Now that gold has disappeared,

but if he'd listened, we could have avoided this altogether.

I went to the army court.

There were no witnesses.

They couldn't uncover any more.

I can't tell Baker what happened to the money.

Go back and tell him that.

Word's around you had a visitor.

And Baker knows it.

Name of Jackson.

Well, Jackson was here...

...or Baker's got it all wrong.

He's not wrong.

Maybe Baker would like to know just what you and Jackson had to say...

...about the cash box.

That's not what I'm being paid for.

I'm only interested in what name Jackson's hiding under now.

Why do you think Jackson may be assuming another name?

I would've found him already.

When I start off to find somebody, I find him.

That's why they pay me.

Ah.

What is Baker paying you?

That your family?

- Yes. - Nice family.

What does he pay you for murdering me?

Five hundred dollars.

To get the name.

The name.

Carson... Bill Carson.

That's what he calls himself now.

That's a lot of money. One thousand.

A thousand dollars?

And some in gold.

It's a tidy sum.

Hmm!

But when I'm paid, I always see the job through.

Argh!

It's you.

Any information?

Too much.

He said quite a bit that should interest you,

and one or two things that interested me.

Such as?

The name Jackson's hiding under is Bill Carson.

Ah.

That's your bit.

Keep talking.

He also mentioned something about a certain, uh... cash box,

which just happened to disappear.

- That's my bit. - Anything else?

Not enough for you, eh?

Well, you don't have to worry.

He'll never say anything to anybody again.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Perfect.

Here. Here you are.

Here. This is for you.

You did a good job for me.

Worth five hundred dollars.

Yeah. I almost forgot.

He gave me a thousand.

I think his idea was that I kill you.

But you know the pity is, when I'm paid,

I always follow my job through.

You know that.

No! Angel Eyes...

No. No pistol, amigo . It won't do you any good.

There are three of us.

Hey, amigo .

You know you've got a face beautiful enough to be worth two thousand dollars?

Yeah.

But you don't look like the one who'll collect it.

A couple steps back.

Thank you.

How much are you worth now?

How much?

Two thousand dollars.

- That's right, two thousand dollars. - Yeah.

Two thousand dollars.

Phooey! ¡Hijo de puta que te parió!

You'll pay for this!

I hope you end up in a graveyard

with the cholera and the rabies and the plague!

Cut me loose! Cut me loose, you filthy bastard!

Put me down!

I hope your mother ends up in a two-dollar whorehouse!

Cut me loose! Cut me loose!

You can still save yourself.

Let me go, and I'll pardon you.

Let me go.

I think I feel sick.

The blood is bursting through my...

I'm dry, Blondie.

Agua...

Water!

You swine! You son of a bitch! Let me go!

You're brave with a man who's tied up!

Come back!

Come back and fight! You... bastard!

Who the hell is that?

One bastard goes in, another comes out.

Cut it out! Cut it out!

I'm an honest farmer! I'm innocent of any...

So, you're an honest farmer.

- You recognise this man? - Eh?

Yeah, it's you.

Me? Who says so? You can't even read.

Yeah, roll it up. Roll it up.

I'll give you a good idea where you can put it.

To hell with all you sheriffs and deputies and all who gave birth to you.

Hey, everybody, look, look. He's giving him the filthy money.

Judas. You sold my hide.

But you won't enjoy any of that money, not a penny.

If there's justice in the world, that money will go to the undertakers.

Every penny of it.

You know who you are? Huh? Huh?

You want to know whose son you are?

You don't, I do. Everybody does.

You're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.

And your mother... your mother!

She's... You bastard!

Your mother... It's better not to talk of her!

I never hurt anybody!

"Wanted in fourteen counties of this state,

"the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder,

"armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices,

"the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison,

"perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children,

"inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion,

"receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods,

"passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state,

"the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice.

"Therefore, according to the powers vested in us,

"we sentence the accused here before us

"Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez..."

- Known as "The Rat". - "...and any other aliases he might have...

"...to hang by the neck until dead.

"May God have mercy on his soul." Proceed!

Hiya!

Five for you.

One, two three, four, five for me.

Five for you...

and five for me.

Know how much you're worth now?

No. How much?

Three thousand dollars.

Uh... huh!

There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend.

Those with a rope around their neck,

and the people who have the job of doing the cutting.

Listen, the neck at the end of the rope is mine.

I run the risks.

So, the next time, I want more than half.

You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting.

If we cut down my percentage...

Cigar?

Liable to interfere with my aim.

Hmm!

But if you miss, you had better miss very well.

Whoever double crosses me and leaves me alive,

he understands nothing about Tuco.

Nothing.

"...wanted in fifteen counties of this state.

"The condemned standing before us," sitting before us,

"Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez,

"has been found guilty by the Third District Circuit Court of the following crimes:

"murder, assaulting a justice of the peace,

- "raping a virgin of the white race..." - No!

"...statutory rape of a minor of the black race,

"derailing a train in order to rob the passengers..."

- Hey, Angel Eyes. - "...bank robbery, highway robbery...

"...robbing an unknown number of post offices, breaking out..."

- What'd you find out, Shorty? - If you ask me, it seems like a book.

An armed unit escorting a cash box of gold coins meets a Yankee ambush,

and only three of them are saved.

Stevens, Baker and Jackson.

The thing that wasn't saved, though, was the coins.

But then the army decides, of course,

it ought to hold a hearing, and Jackson's acquitted.

He disappears and becomes Bill Carson.

I know his name.

But you don't know just who you're looking for, and I do.

And when he's found, I'd be scared to be put in his shoes.

- Where is Carson? - All I know is Carson reenlisted.

The poor guy's minus an eye.

He lives with a girl called Maria who'll tell you.

She's a fresh young whore in the territory.

- Where's she? - Now, what's the name of that town?

Someplace fairly near.

Santa Ana.

Adiós , half-soldier.

Hey, Luke, hand me down a whisky.

"...and the sheriff's office in Sonora.

"The condemned hired himself out as a guide to a wagon train.

"After receiving his payment in advance,