A Fistful of Dollars (Per un pugno di dollari)

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?

No, maybe not even the Baxters.

You want to get rich? 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 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, looking like that

you could try being 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.

Hmm.

My roulette wheel. That, too, was bartered.

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 has 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 you I can't pay you.

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 Ramon.

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.

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

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

Go get your mule.

(LAUGHING) You let him get away from you?

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

He's feeling real bad.

My mule.

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

Hey, are you making some kind of joke?

Mmm-mmm. No.

See, I understand you men were just playing 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 laughing.

You see, my mule don't like people laughing.

He gets the crazy idea you're laughing 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 San Miguel.

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 Ramon did that. He often uses it for target practice.

With a gun in his hand, 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.

Ah.

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 will 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 $100.

You're 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 been 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.