A Fistful of Dollars (Per un pugno di dollari) (Per un pugno di dollari)

You ugly bastard, get out of here!

This time I'll get rid of the habit of forever getting under my feet!

Walk!

Get away, you bastard!

Now you'll deal with me!

¡Anda!

Welcome, stranger.

My name is Juan De Dios, I'm the bell-ringer.

Why did you come? For the Rojos?

No, not for the Rojos. For the Baxters? No, maybe not even for the Baxters.

Do you want to get rich?

Then you've come to the right place, if you're smart.

Because here they're all very rich or dead. There's no other choice.

Tell me, you want to buy alcohol? Guns?

No, you don't buy, you sell. You sell lead in exchange for gold, is that it?

Here you'll get rich, if you don't die first.

But I wouldn't want to ring the bell for you.

Saludos, amigo.

It's not safe to go around outside from their corrals.

Maybe he went the wrong way.

Or maybe he got even the wrong town.

If you ask me, he was wrong to come into this world.

If you're looking for work, dressed as you are...

... you can be a scarecrow.

Or who knows if the sparrows won't scare him.

- Hello. - Hello.

Like that you'll never get rich. At best you'll manage to die.

With all the trouble we've got, we were missing you now.

- May I know what you're looking for? - To eat and drink.

- The water is there. - I don't drink water.

Yeah, eat, drink and kill. You're unable to think of anything else.

It's true. By the way, I can't pay you.

I know, you can't have money, you just got here.

But if you're willing to kill, you'll soon find who is willing to give it to you.

It was roulette.

Dead.

It too has been finished for a while like everything.

Here the days pass between a funeral and a burial.

Never seen a town more dead than this.

- And you'll never see any like it. - What's wrong?

Plenty of death.

Have you seen the women? They're not women, they're widows.

It's a town of widows.

There is only hate and violence for those who can't shoot straight.

Nobody works here anymore.

There is someone who doesn't think like you.

Yeah.

Howdy...

... how long will he be?

Do you know why Piripero looked at you? To take your measurements.

He's so practical that he takes them by eye now and you'll be his customer.

And don't smile, I'm not joking.

You can make those imbeciles out there believe it, but I know the people.

So get away right now...

... we got enough trouble in this graveyard.

Finish your food and go.

I already told you I can't pay you.

It's on the house, you leave town as soon as possible.

- Where does it lead? - On to the terrace.

- What are you doing? Where are you going? - To take a look.

Things seen from above always make less impression.

But you don't have to see anything, you just have to leave.

Who are they?

Bandits, smugglers and outlaws.

They're from Texas, they cross the border to stock up on guns and alcohol.

They cost much less here.

Then they go back to the other side and sell guns and alcohol to the Indians.

A town that trades in guns and alcohol must be very rich.

Not the town, but who's in charge and sells that stuff.

The bosses are rich.

I have yet to find a place where there is no boss.

Yeah, but when there are two bosses, then it means that there's one too many.

Two bosses? Interesting.

Interesting, isn't it?

The Rojos are three brothers and sell alcohol, while the Baxters sell guns.

If I'm not mistaken, you met the Baxter's men, right?

Yes.

Usually they don't just shoot between the legs of a mule.

As long as one sticks his nose beyond his borders...

... Juan de Dios rings the bell and Piripero sells another coffin.

Two bosses, you said.

They recruited all the vermin from this side...

... and beyond the border, and they pay in dollars.

The Baxters on one side...

... and the Rojos on the other...

... and me in the middle.

What's its got to do with you?

The bell-ringer was right, there's money to be made in this town.

If you're thinking about what I believe, I would advise against it.

- Which of the two is the stronger? - The stronger?

Well, maybe the Rojos, when Ramón is there.

Don Benito Rojo, you're listening to me, aren't you?

I know you need people...

... well, I'm available.

But be warned, before you accept...

... I'm expensive.

Prepare three coffins.

Adios, amigo.

Hey, Dick, maybe he didn't understand we don't like to see dummies around.

Where's your mule. Did you let him get away?

Yes, that's exactly what I came to talk about.

He felt bad.

- Who? - My mule.

He got offended by the four shots you fired between his legs.

And now won't listen to reason.

Hey, are you kidding us?

No, I knew right away...

... you wanted to fool around, but instead he was offended.

And now he demands your apologies.

It's very bad to laugh.

My mule doesn't like people laughing.

He quickly gets the impression you laugh at him.

But if you promise to apologise...

... with a few kicks in the mouth, you'll be fine.

I saw everything, you killed them.

You don't believe you can get away with this.

- Who are you? - Lower that gun.

I'm John Baxter, the sheriff.

So while you're the sheriff, it's up to you to bury them.

I meant four coffins.

And I said I was expensive...

... anyway, you've done a good deal all the same.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine and one hundred.

The rest when the job's done.

- And when does it start? - There's no rush at the moment.

But now the Baxters have lost four men, doesn't it seem the best moment.

In a few days a squadron of cavalry will pass through San Miguel...

... I don't like passing soldiers snooping around our affairs.

You're well informed.

A man's life in these parts is often linked to a thread of information.

It couldn't have been of much use to its owner.

My brother Ramón often uses it for target practice.

With a rifle in his hand, Ramón has no adversaries.

This is one of his favorite targets, when he can't find a better one.

I'm really curious to meet this brother of yours.

This is Chico, one of our most trusted men.

He will show you the room, you will be like at home.

I really hope not, I was a mess at my house.

And who's that?

Her name is Marisol, but you better forget it.

Here's your room.

You must have lost your mind.

Explain to me why you want a filthy Yankee in the house?

And then give him a hundred dollars.

We've never paid anyone so much.

If we leave a guy like that free to roam around, who knows what he's capable of combining.

And I want this town to be peaceful.

If that's what you want, there would be a cheaper solution...

... get rid of him.

- Yes? Who would do that, you? - Sure, me.

A bullet in the back and good night.

Indeed, doing it now would be even better, because he...

... won't suspect anything at all.

We take him out and recover the dollars.

Esteban, you're an idiot! Even if you're my brother!

"A bullet in the back and good night!"

And maybe your hand is shaking right at that moment and he doesn't die!

With the soldiers arriving in town and with what they're carrying with them.

- But I thought that... - You don't have to think about anything!

I'm the only one who does the thinking!

Go to the American, check that he's settled in fine and befriend him.

Get one thing right in your head.

This is a peaceful town until Ramón gets back.

Do you undertand? A peaceful town.

I'm Esteban Rojo, my brother told me...

- What are you doing? - Moving.

Actually all our men live with us...

Exactly, there are already many of you, and I'm not too fond of company.

And when you need me, you just holler, I'm at the tavern.

Halt!

- Sergeant! - Command!

Make arrangements to set up camp inside the town...

... fix the men to stay the night...

... and double the guard duty on the stagecoach.

Yes, sir.

Who knows what the hell there is in that stagecoach.

Easy to know.

You get closer and give it a look inside.

If they shoot at you, that means there's gold.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

Are you looking for something?

- Hola. - Get out of the way, walk!

Why don't you sleep?

When I see you with your eyes open, you scare me.

What the hell is in that stagecoach?

Whatever it is, they really care about it.

I asked the captain a few questions and he nearly had me arrested.

Who is Marisol?

Listen to me, sleep, it's better for you.

It's too dangerous, even for someone like you.

I asked you who Marisol is.

She's a woman and as chance would have it, Ramón is in love with her.

Do you undertand now?

I really need to befriend this Ramón, it seems that would be convenient.

The only thing that's convenient is to meet him as late as possible.

Look, the soldiers are going away on tiptoe.

It's strange...

... they're headed for the border.

But tell me?

Does this seem like the way to go to bed?