Sartana the Gravedigger (Sono Sartana, il vostro becchino)

I AM SARTANA, YOUR ANGEL OF DEATH

After you.

Yes, ma'am. All right.

Hey, the bounty for Bill Cochran.

Yes, we can pay out.

So, Mr. Sartana, would you like it in small denominations?

As you prefer, so long as you're quick about it.

I'll check first, if you don't mind.

Empty the safe, quickly,

or you'll end up in a coffin.

Nobody move!

Hands up, both of you!

The safe! Close the safe!

After them! Hurry!

Wait. Sartana has taken the bank manager hostage.

If we chase them, they'll kill him.

That bastard.

The most secure bank in the West.

With that bank manager?

He ran like a hare when we let him go.

I must admit you're a real genius.

I would never have thought of that.

$300,000. Hey, why don't we divide the spoils right now?

That's up to Sartana.

- Jerry. - Yes, sir?

Fetch my gun and my horse. I'm going hunting.

I'll see.

Three jacks.

Three queens.

That'll be $5,000.

Want a return match?

No, you've cleaned me out.

What a shame. It was a pleasure playing with you.

You have the good manners to always lose.

Would you allow me to gamble on this amount?

This way, if I lose again,

you'll give me time to go and earn the money.

Be gentle. It feels like my skull is breaking.

Why are those beasts barking?

I don't know, sir.

Hurry, fetch my rifle.

Come on, hand me that rifle.

Here it is.

- Come and get it. - Sartana.

That's right, Simms.

It's really me this time.

It's no use coming to my house. There's no money here, I swear.

If you want, I can get some for you, so long as you leave me alone.

Why don't you answer? Why do you keep hounding me?

What more do you want from me? Didn't you do enough?

Exactly. I'm here to find out what I did.

The newspapers say you recognized me.

But it was you. It was definitely you.

It was your cloak, your hat.

Really?

There you go.

This way, anyone could be Sartana.

Are you really sure the train will be here at ten, Corporal?

Absolutely sure.

And are you sure they only freed one of...

Of course I'm sure.

I haven't had a drop all morning.

Give me that.

Listen up. I hope you're not planning to bump him off in front of me.

You know the mayor doesn't allow such filthy behavior.

Really? You're forgetting you're the mayor.

Ah, yes, that's true.

He should be here by now.

Hey, Buddy Ben!

Sartana.

You seem a bit tense today.

Were you expecting someone or did you recognize me?

No, I'm waiting for a son of a bitch who got me into trouble.

You don't look like you're in trouble.

That's because I'm here to protect him.

He's the mayor of this ghost town. I elected him.

It's useful to have a place to hide away every now and then.

You know what that's like, right?

- Hello, Mayor. - Hello.

Call him "Corporal".

Say, I've heard a rumor you rob banks. Is it true?

That's why I've come looking for you, Buddy Ben.

So both McDavids showed up.

I must go. I forgot about an urgent errand.

- Want a hand? - It's up to me to handle this.

All right.

- Glad to see you again, Buddy Ben. - I'm glad to see you too.

I was waiting for you.

- Some job to carry out together? - More or less.

Thank you.

Hey, Mayor, come out here and learn how to count.

There were two of them, not one.

- Have you lost your mind? - I'm still looking for a joker

who disappeared with $300,000 in a cloud of colored smoke.

Ah, the North Western Bank robbery.

Wasn't me. I was in jail at the time.

Those two were the ones who sent me there.

I wish I had taken part. That's why I escaped, but I got out too late.

If I were to believe you, that would be a cast-iron alibi.

Listen, Sartana,

how about we partnered up?

If you want to catch a thief, you need the help of another thief.

With that bounty on your head, I could come in useful to you.

No, you'd better stay here.

Wait up, Sartana.

I want to prove I'm a good friend, even if you don't trust me.

That bank robbery was carried out by professionals.

And all that colored smoke bears a pretty precise signature,

Butch Dynamite, not to mention any names.

That's something to consider, right?

Yes, I'll look into it.

Thank you, Buddy.

See you.

So, he doesn't have those $300,000?

Not yet, Mayor.

Not yet.

Why did you do it, Shadow? We used to be friends.

I wasn't after you, Sartana,

but after the largest payout of my life.

I'm impressed you found me.

It was easy.

They caught your accomplice, Bill Cochran, near here,

- at Hot Iron. - Take it easy.

I'll take you to someone who can stitch you up.

No, hombre, no doctors.

Your friend Shadow

stays here.

Poor Dynamite Butch.

He was a serious professional, but a bit dim.

You got here too late, Sartana.

See that? He hanged himself.

You're wrong, they hanged him.

I have good news for you.

- It's the kind of news you'll like. - Which is?

They got Bill Cochran.

I knew that. I came to tell you.

He's a friend of yours, then?

Not exactly.

We just did a few jobs together.

I'm on my way to see him, if you're interested.

Of course I'm interested.

But only because I consider you a friend.

You know, "Who finds a friend, finds a treasure."

Can that really be him?

Of course it's him.

I know him well. We've played cards many times.

So why don't you go try and collect the bounty?

I could, but I'd hate to deprive others of the money.

Get out of the way.

I'm over here.

Do you mind if I play a few hands?

Join me at the table, gentlemen.

Hey!

You'll miss the show.

Please sit down.

Dynamite Butch.

You're the newspaper editor, aren't you?

I'd like to have a chat with you.

Minimum bet, $20. No limit.

Hey, listen to this. The man outside isn't Sartana.

It's a dead man.

Are you deaf? The man outside isn't Sartana.

Hurry.

If I were you, I'd stay put.

I'll decide if the sheriff gets called in.

I'd like a new deck.

A new deck.

Here.

May I ask you a few questions, Mr. Journalist?

What would you like to know?

A few days ago, they caught Bill Cochran.

Isn't that so?

Yes, it is. My paper was the first to publish the news.

Where is...

Here's a copy.

No, I meant Bill Cochran.

Ah, Bill Cochran. He's in jail, here in Hot Iron.

My starting bet is $20.

- Two cards. - For me too.

Three.

I stand pat.

- Was Cochran wounded? - Yes, slightly.

The deputy is guarding him.

The sheriff and his posse are chasing after you, Sartana.

Sartana.

Never trust appearances.

You can go fetch the sheriff now.

We may proceed, gentlemen.

$50.

I'll see you.

$200.

$500.

Pass.

Me too.

I'll see you.

Poker.

That's very strange.

This deck must have five queens, because I have a straight flush.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, I must leave.

A prisoner awaits me.