May God Forgive You... But I Won't

One day a storm wind swept over my life and devastated it.

Death mounted his wild horse and sowed damnation and destruction.

It seemed like the flames of hell climbed to earth to burn everything.

MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU... BUT I WON'T

Hey there, Jane!

How long before we eat?

You have too big an appetite!

Why not, I'm a growing boy.

Oh, Cjamango, now don't you forget to bring me a present.

Tomorrow's my birthday.

Ah now honey,

you know I wouldn't forget to get you a present.

Not for my sister.

Hurry back, now.

Don't worry, I won't be long.

I'm going now, Pa.

Get me some tobacco.

Don't forget it, now.

And remember that hunting knife

you promised to get for your brother.

All right Pa, bye.

Cjamango.

Hello, Virginia.

I expected to find you in town.

I mean, that's why I came.

That's right, that mortgage your pa's holding

is just about to expire.

So I had to go to the bank.

We used to be happy but you avoid me now, Cjamango.

It's better if you're not seen with me.

You know how your Pa hates us all now.

But don't you care anymore?

No, Virginia.

Our parents will never agree.

Not with the trouble there is between them.

Papa!

Oh, papa...

Kill us, kill us!

Jane!

What do you want over here?

If you wanted to pay off the mortgage,

you could've paid it off tomorrow.

I hope you didn't come here for something different.

I wanted to give you this final payment.

Count it.

Now you give me the deed to the ranch.

Virginia.

Go and get me the deed to their ranch.

The McDonalds are all paid now.

Virginia, go inside the house.

I swear McDonald, you'd never have gotten me

to give you a mortgage or lend money to you

if I'd imagined myself like this.

In a wheelchair, because of your father.

That was self-defense he just out-drew you.

But he was killed today,

and whoever did it got my kid sister and brother, too.

You McDonalds have always made a lot of enemies

for yourselves, it seems like some of them

have finally taken their revenge, I guess.

Don't worry, Stuart.

I'll get even with all of them, whoever they are.

Saludos, amigo.

Garcia Ramirez.

Known as Barrica.

Just what do you want?

I only want to help you out.

I didn't ask anybody to help me.

I know the whole story.

You better explain that.

I was passing by your father's place early today,

and I heard the sound of shooting.

And I was able to see the men.

The ones who did it.

Who are they?

Trust me, and follow me.

Barrica will take you to them.

Barman, give us a drink.

Better have some whisky, it calms the nerves.

Hey.

That table in back of us.

The two on the other side.

You want to join in?

Take a seat.

I'll start with 30.

- I'm in. - I pass.

I win the pot.

But, you ain't looked at your cards.

I don't have to look at my cards.

You're a brave man, amigo.

Where are the others, Barrica?

In a pueblo, I've made across on one of the doors.

There is one there with his woman.

Hombre, why don't we go for drink a little tequila, huh?

Muchos gracias!

OK.

This way.

Come on.

Half's his.

Who are you?

What do you want here?

I'm Cjamango McDonald.

Sorry to bother you.

What do you want with me?

Over here.

Over here, I said.

You recognize them?

No, I don't.

They're people you should know.

Like my sister.

That was our brother with her.

The old man in the middle was my pa.

Take a good look, it's your last.

Go on, look!

Have a heart, Cjamango.

What could I do?

They made me go, I didn't want to.

But I couldn't refuse.

I wouldn't murder anyone.

I swear it on my mother's name.

You see I'm just a poor peasant, Cjamango.

I must work for my daily bread.

Eh, Cjamango?

Believe me, I can help you.

I know a lot.

It was Smart.

Paid by old man Stuart.

Stuart.

Forgive me, Cjamango.

Don't shoot me, please don't shoot.

Don't shoot me, please, forgive me!

God may forgive you, but not me.

You are Conchita, no?

Si, senor.

Chico was like my brother.

If I ever find the one who did this,

I will have revenge.

Oh, Chico.

What will happen, now he's dead?

I'm all alone without any friends to turn to.

Poor dear child.

I'll bury Chico in San Juan.

In a cemetery near his dear mother.

I must go, bring me his horse, my dear.

Amigo mio.

You are worth $1,000.

Give me another bottle of whisky.

Easy, Jack.

You've had too much already.

You know your brother's planning to have a crack

at the company payroll today.

And he won't take you along

if he sees you in this condition.

Gimme that and shut up!

Dick!

Get out of there!

Out!

What do you want, Jack?

You stole my girl.

And I don't take that from anyone.

Don't forget, you've gota $5,000 price on your head.

Sooner or later somebody'll collect it