A Professional Gun (Il Mercenario)

Ole!

Ole!

So, Paco Roman is a clown.

Well, better a live clown than a dead hero.

As I, Sergei Kowalski,

Polish immigrant to the new world,

always realized.

When our story began,

Paco was only a peon,

but one with a difference.

It is Sunday, chief.

On Sunday aren't they supposed to give us something extra?

Look, amigos,

They have given us the meat.

It's true.

No difference between rich and poor here, eh?

That's right.

After you eat that, you'll be able to stomach anything, eh?

Everybody's speaking these days about Francisco Madera.

But who is he?

Nothing.

They told me in the mine that they treat the bosses

and peons just the same.

So I bring you some of our lunch, Senor Garcia.

Go on and eat,

you're invited too.

What's the matter?

You're not hungry?

Go on, taste.

Taste it.

Good, huh?

He ate it!

He ate it!

I drink to you.

But taking from the rich to give to the poor

is never popular with the rich.

I have had a good dinner, so I don't care.

This will be a lesson not to your taste, peon.

Can you still taste the meat in your stomach, senor?

Go on. March!

Paco.

Come on, let's go.

Not far away was Curly's place, and Curly himself.

Powerful, rich, the boss.

Thirty.

All there is.

No.

Four jacks.

Two ladies.

Plus two more makes four.

Curly, you must be kidding.

And in case of emergency, there's this.

Thank you.

Seven!

Sorry, buddy.

All right, everybody. Get your bets down.

Try your luck again.

Here ya go, let's go.

Let's shoot it once more.

Seven!

The dice.

Dice?

What did I throw?

Seven.

I bet it's another seven.

He's got a gun with him.

Do you like milk?

Not too much.

A glass of milk for the gentleman.

Okay, Captain.

Here.

Do I have to drink it all?

- Thanks a lot. - The dice.

Here's to ya.

That's better.

And, if you get them back,

don't use them again, hmm?

Whoever has lost will get his money back.

What'll you drink, Captain? I have some of the best.

We're buyin' it for ya.

It's on the house.

Park, you play around with me, I'll see that

you're gonna get murdered.

If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.

I wear gloves.

I don't see them.

I don't see them.

I took them off because,

without gloves, I shoot better.

One can never drink in peace.

Naughty boy.

Hello, Curly.

I'm surprised you are here.

I didn't see you.

- So, he's the Polack, huh? - Yes, yes.

He's the man that's going to help us in the mine.

Senor, revolution is about to break out in Mexico.

Senor, the situation is...

We own mines in Sierra Paulo, silver mines.

Very rich loads.

The roads are infested with armed bands, senor.

For three months, we have not been able to make deliveries.

You see, senor, seven tons of silver have accumulated.

- That's right. - It's a matter of organizing

the transport from Sierra Paulo to...

Mexico City.

Oh, no, senor.

My brother, Don Alfonso Garcia,

he prefers to send the silver

to the United States.

He is willing to pay a $500 bonus plus $100 in cash

every week to a person like you,

Senor Sergei Kowalski.

Don't you have the army to protect you?

My brother prefers you, senor.

It's safer.

Besides, the silver has to go to the United States.

One thousand.

What's that, senor?

$1,000 in advance, plus $200 per week.

Plus travel expenses

and supplies.

Here is your money.

The revolution has already broken out.

It's very serious.

It will be a big job to make it to the States

with your silver.

The execution is postponed.

Something tells me the Polack caught himself a big fish today.

So, for the time being,

I'm only interested in the Mexicans.

Besides...

you seem to be a little nervous and you might,

uh, miss.

And you already missed once today.

He'll pay for it.

I swear it, Curly.

Are you married, Studs?

Sure. I'm divorced though.

Children?

No.

All right.

And ready, aim, fire now.

All right, now. Stand at ease.

Open the door, go on.

Hello, dear. Come in.

Come in, amigo. Lovely girls.

El Americano. You want a girl or a drink?

I heard that you have armaments for sale.

Or am I wrong?

Come on, get out. Get out quickly, I say.

This senor wants to speak business with me.

With proporte.

Just come this way.

Well, senor, Colt, Winchester or Marcel?

Oh, or you want a beautiful machine gun, eh?

The machine gun.

Life is strange.

Usually the North Americans sell arms, not buy them.

Hawkins, latest model.

Three hundred shots a minute.

I bought it for a good cause.

Ah, senor, when the heart commands, I sell everything

below cost.

Everything.

How much you think the machine gun is?

Only 2,000 pesos.

- One thousand. - A thousand... and 800.

One thousand.

One thousand five hundred.

- One thousand or nothing. - Ah, 1,000.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, senor.

Who gives the orders here?

I do. I am Garcia,

Elias Garcia.

This is, uh, one of my brothers.

You hear?

The other one isn't necessary.

I have no time to waste.

What kind of job did you give the Polack?

Polack? I don't know.

Don Elias is shy.

Help him, Sebastian.

This valley is crawling

with vultures.

I wonder how long

a body would last.

Where did the Polack go?

And why?

Uh, he went to the Palo Alto mine.

My brother sent him

to deliver silver.

You won't miss the silver...

where you're going.

Howdy, gringo.

Up with your hands

and come out here.

No wrong moves, amigo. Keep your hands up.