- Django, we're in their part of the country now.
- We'll be even more careful from now on, Harry.
It won't be easy to surprise Cuervo.
- Well, Django, we swept away a lot of dirt
over the last few years, haven't we?
Today we can win it all or lose it all.
Django, we wipe out this bunch of bandits,
I swear I'll start raising sows.
- (laughs) You've been pulling triggers for so long
I don't think you'd know one end of the pig from the other.
But I tell you, if we can clean up Cuervo and his gang,
we can open up the runs to the east
and maybe get back in contact with a little civilization.
But it sure isn't going to be very easy to trap
a man like him, you all know him, he's an old fox.
Any minute might bring an attack.
You want to scout for a while?
- Give me 100 yards.
- All right, let's go.
- Ready.
- Don't bother, he's just a scout
and we don't care about scouts.
Just let our friend come in closer. (laughs)
(laughs) We have to make them feel welcome, eh?
- Django, I saw some fresh footprints.
They're straight ahead.
- You can shoot now, amigo. (laughs)
- Django, Django!
Let's have a party!
Go around in back.
Tell your men to stop shooting.
- Stop shooting, but stay ready.
All right, Cuervo, talk.
- Now I'm alone, amigo.
All my men are dead.
I want to fight you man to man, eh?
Or maybe you want to murder me like a dog, Django.
You mean to say Senor Django's afraid of a fair fight, eh?
- Better just surrender.
You'll be given a fair trial, I promise you.
- Sure, and a rope around the neck.
No, no, amigo, that man is not born yet who will make
Juan Cuervo hang, I will tell everyone that the brave
Senor Django is afraid to fight.
- I think you'd better throw your guns down.
I'm tired of murdering and shooting.
- No, but I will see your body eaten by the coyotes.
I am ready, Django.
Django!
Django, I'm waiting for you.
- You're lucky, very lucky, Miss Stern,
your property has risen greatly in value
since the Cuervo band was wiped out.
- I still don't want to sell.
- Very well, but I'm afraid Mr. Rosenthal is going
to be very disappointed.
- I always said that that brother of yours was one
to be looked out for, didn't I?
Who else but Django could have cleaned up
the whole countryside like that, who else?
- And in such a short time.
- [Gramps] Quit your chattering away, my gold
- They say the band was completely exterminated, sir.
- Of course, of course, it just needed Django.
Now see about those accounts.
- Yes, right away, sir.
- Why, Django himself, before he went out to tangle
with the Cuervo gang, came to me for a sip
of this miraculous elixir, only a dollar, friends,
just one dollar.
Don't be shy, folks, right, this way, here you are, sir,
thank you very much, calm down, ladies and gentlemen,
don't worry, there's enough for everybody,
just one dollar.
- What the--
- Sartana.
- Sartana!
- Stand back, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Eight, nine, 10, stay down.
- [Woman] Watch out for the little girl!
- You leave my daughter alone.
- Ho, move on there, hya, hya, hya.
- No, not that one, Jack, the slower one.
- Afternoon, I want a room and something to eat.
- Yes sir.
There you are.
Number 13.
If you'd like to take a seat, I'll see what we've got
in the kitchen. - Right, like that.
- This was all I could find, sir, I'm sorry.
- All right, bartender, get to work.
- Hey, that's my tie!
- Everybody drinks!
- Hold your horses.
- Come on, start moving.
Ugh, it's rotten.
Hey, nigger!
Hey!
That calls for another one.
- Hello, handsome.
- Well, hello.
- Coming to hear me, tonight?
- Hey, Nance, who's that sitting at the table?
- Sartana, you'd better get out.
He doesn't much like people like you, you know.
You just pay me-- - My goal, I've been waiting
to meet Sartana.
Hey!
Scarecrow!
Go on!
Let's mix it up a little.
Hey, look, the great Sartana isn't moving, the bad man.
He's scared, Sartana, are you afraid I might hurt you?
Well?
No!
- [Nance] Run away til you grow up.
- [Man] Yeah, run, baby, go tell your friends!
- Weigh it again.
- All right.
We've been doing this for an hour, Gramps.
- I told you, so, it's a tenth of an ounce more.
Your scale is crooked.
Now how much you gonna give me?
How much, how much?
- I've told you 10 times, it's worth $50, not a penny more.
- [Gramps] $50, highway robbery.
- Mr. Johnson, the Tucson bank wanted--
- Excuse me, Mr. Singer, about that loan.
Yes, you remember, you promised, please.
- Yes, yes, come visit me, tomorrow.
- I know, Mr. Singer, but you promised me--
- That's right, that's right, come tomorrow.
- Excuse me, Mr. Singer, I need your--
(clears throat) I need your signature so I can close
the account with the Tucson bank.
- I'll look them over this afternoon.
Right now will you send Steve Fowell up.
- Of course, Mr. Singer.
Excuse me, Steve, but Mr. Singer wants to see you.
- See me?
- Yes, he said right away.
- Fine, you can take over Gramps.
- That boy's brother is really something, but he's just
an ordinary thief, you weigh that gold, Charlie.
You'll see there's another tenth of an ounce there.
- Come in.
- You asked to see me, Mr. Singer?
- That's right, sit down over there.
- Gramps is about to drive me crazy.
- He's the oldest gold prospector in the region.
He's lost fortunes three or four times through gambling
and women.
Don't stand on ceremony, sit down, sit down, boy.
I've been watching your work for the last few months, Steve
and you've been a real help to the bank,
so I've been meaning to have a little chat with you.
- [Steve] I didn't think I'd been doing anything special,
but, well, thank you sir.
Will you have a cigar, please?
Take one.
- Thank you, sir.
- You're a wide awake lad, Steve, you can tell
you're Django's brother, and coming from me,
that's a compliment, believe me.
Now then, about half an hour ago, I saw Sartana
ride into town.
That's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you.
Now I'm sure you know who Sartana is, don't you, Steve?
- I don't think anybody within 500 miles
doesn't know who Sartana is, sir. (exhales)
They say that man's the quickest draw in the West,
except for Django.
- Oh, if Django were here, things would be different,
but I'm convinced you can do just as well.
This is $3000.
Sartana likes to rob banks, they say, so I thought
we might save him the trouble, do you understand, Steve?
I'll pay Sartana, that's right, pay.
I'm going to give him $3000 to get out of town
and I'm entrusting you to take the money to him.
By the time Django gets back, it could be too late.
- So long, Django, and thanks for all the help. (laughs)
- Even though Cuervo didn't appreciate it.
- All right, then, adios, come to town once in a while.
Come on and see us!
- Morning, Jonathan.
- Good morning, Steve, shouldn't you be at the bank now?
- As a matter of fact, I'm here on work.
- What order did you give Sartana?
- Sartana? - That's right, Sartana.
- Number 13.
- Hey, you're dealing with Sartana now, eh?
- (laughs) Steve the bandit's friend.
- Steve the important man's friend.
You've heard a lot about Django?
Well, you're gonna hear a lot about me, too.
- Come on in.
- Good morning.
- Shut it behind you and go and take a seat.
What do you want?
- For you, eh?
- I don't recall having loaned this to you.
- Well.
It's not mine.
It was sent by the owner of the bank here.
It's a token of his esteem so you can enjoy
a nice vacation in California or Mexico, anywhere,
but not here.
- Take that money and get out.
Sartana doesn't rob banks.
Get out.
- All right, have a good trip, thank you.
- Give it to me, sir.
- All right, goodbye, see you on Thursday.
- Bye.
- Uncle Phillip, I brought these books for Aunt Harriet.
- Huh, oh, fine, my dear.
- Bye, sir, goodbye.
- Uncle Phillip!
- No, Sartana, no!
- Uncle Phillip! (squeals)
Put me down!
Let me go!
Help!
- Someone call the sheriff!
- Sheriff!
- Arthur, you get off the streets.
- We found him about 20 miles from here, do you know him?
- What do you mean, do I know him?
He's Mr. Singer, the owner of the bank.
- Was. - Was.
- He said something strange just before he died.
Mumbled it, you know, it was Steve, I think.
- Steve? - Yeah.
And then after a minute, Sartana.
Yeah, I'm sure it was Sartana.
- For it is written, those who are put asunder on earth
should be united again in my father's kingdom.
Oh, Lord, we are gathered here to bid a last farewell
to Phillip Singer, and thy words comfort us
for we know that one day, we shall all be gathered
at thy side, oh Lord, gather in thine arms
the sweet soul of this our brother, who in his life
showed us by his example the way to morality
and uprightness, amen.
In the name of the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit.
- It's over.
- Let's go.
- That's right, the same messenger we sent
to the head office-- - I see.
- And I might say, we've all been looking forward
to your arrival, now I can officially give you
the keys to the safe.
- [Man] Is this some kind of joke?
- Open up the bank!
- Please, gentlemen, stay calm, I assure you,
there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
Now wait a moment, please calm down, gentlemen, please.
Mr. Talbert, Mr. Talbert, sir, we've got to do something,
we've got to say something, the crowd's going wild.
- This is the end of our bank, there isn't a hope.
Whoever it was has completely emptied us out.
We haven't got one dollar left.
I don't know what to do.
- It's already in the paper, look.
- Eh?
Why doesn't the sheriff get here?
- Nobody could've done it but Steve, everybody saw him
going to see Sartana, what else could
he have been doing there?
- I saw him, he said he had a deal to talk over
with Sartana, you were there too, John, weren't you?
What do you say?
- That's right, we all saw him go in there, all of us.
- He knew the combination of the safe, think of that,
eh, Sheriff?
- Don't jump to conclusions, boys, it could've been
a coincidence.
- Is it a coincidence that the safe wasn't forced open?
- And is it a coincidence that Sartana left town
right after it was done?
- Steve has disappeared, too, no one knows where he is.
- It's pretty clear, though, he's gone to meet Sartana.
- They were on it together, we've got to find them.
- Here, darling, go on, drink, it's good.
It's good, no?
- But Maria?
- Go on, it's good beer isn't it.
You see, I want you to drink it down.
You're a big boy, my own big boy.
- Why are you making me drink so?
- You are a coyote.
I suppose you've had enough of me.
- No, never. (woman chuckles)
- We know you're in there, Steve.
Get up.
Don't move, Steve Farwell.
- Oh, hello, sheriff. (laughs)
How are you, you're all coming to see Maria, too?
- Look what this filthy pig's doing with our money.
- All right, boys, start looking around.
- We're having a real nice party here, aren't we, Sheriff?
- Shut up, you. - I didn't find nothing.
- Me neither. - All right, Steve,
where'd you hide the money?
Answer me, damn you, where's the money?
- [Steve] What are you talking about?
I haven't got any money, Sartana didn't want it
so I brought it to Maria.
- All right, you bitch, let's take a look of that.
- That's mine.
- Shut up and get back. - All right, we got the money.
Now let's take it from here.
- No!
Call Django!
Don't let 'em get me, give me a chance, will you?
Leave me alone, no! (sobs)
No!
Oh, no, please! (sobs)
Leave me alone!
No! (dramatic music)
- Howdy, Loco, where's Steve?
What is it, Loco, come on, what happened?
- Murderers, get out here, all of you, cowards!
Murderers, why, why my brother?
Why?
- Django, the bank has been robbed
and Singer's niece kidnapped.
- And what does Steve have to do with all that?
Answer me, Sheriff.
- He was riding out with Sartana, Django,
and the money was found in Steve's room.
- I don't believe.
Get out of here, Sheriff, or you'll be a dead man too.
- Hey, hombre.
- Come here.
- You don't like me anymore, eh?
- You know you are always my favorite. (laughs)
I'm a very faithful hombre, eh?
- Come.
- Querido, I'm waiting.
- Ever seen him?
- No.
No, porque, no, no.
- (laughs) Bang on target. (laughs)
Bye, Django. (laughs)
Miserable owls, they can't leave me alone,
even here in this old cemetery.
I bet you thought it was gonna be easy to get my gold, eh?
Well, I'm real sorry to tell you the truth, son.
- Have you seen him? - He went riding through here
about two hours ago.
- Stop.
This'll only take a minute, I want to have a word
with Herman.
Herman.
- What do you want?
- Tell me one thing, I got an idea Sartana's around
and I know he'd come to you because you're old friends.
Do you know where he is?
- No, I haven't seen him.
- You're lying.
- No, no, honest, Django, I'm not lying, I haven't seen him.
- Where is he?
Three seconds to answer.
- I don't know.
- One.
Two.
- Stop it, I'll tell you.
He'll be in Salty River, first house out of town,
behind the hill.
- Better get going.
- Ya!
- Howdy. - Morning.
- Thank goodness.
- Here, lady, have a drink.
- Thank you so much.
- Sartana, listen, bad news, in Tombstone
they put a price on your head
and Django's out gunning for you.
- Django?
- That's right, their bank was robbed
and they think you're the one who did it.
They say Steve was in on it with you.
Django knows you're in this part of the country.
They'll find you in no time, believe me.
Get away.
- Ya!
- We'll forget the guns, Sartana.
- You're pretty careless, aren't you.
- It's his diary.
I finally met Sartana today.
Mr. Singer wanted me to give him some money.
- So I would get out of town.
- I don't think he's at all what they say.
I'd be willing to bet he's honest.
If I'm any judge of character.
Steve wrote that, on October 13th, 1871,
just a few days before the hanged him.
- Poor boy, what a way to die. (pants)
That clears up a lot, anyway.
Someone wanted to make him look guilty.
Someone wanted us to be seen together
so they could say we robbed the bank.
- But why my brother?
What would ever make them choose him?
- One good reason, Steve knew the combination
of the safe, you understand now?
- Well, I think we'd better get moving.
Got any ideas where to start?
- Yeah, at the cemetery.
- Did you say cemetery?
- You heard me, Django.
- Didn't really expect to see a body in there,
now did you, Django?
(fire crackles)
- Then the men all went over to Maria's house
and Steve was with her, that's all they told me.
- I believe Maria was Philip Singer's girl.
- Singer, I'm beginning not to like the sound of that word.
- Let's go.
- Nothing here either, she must have run away
at the same time they were hanging Steve.
She's got to have left a trace, something.
All right, start talking, where did she go?
- To Vera Cruz in Mexico.
I mean...
She just said she was going, that's all she told me,
Django, I swear it.
- Don Felipe is looking for men who know how to tame horses.
He pays in good American dollars, yes, very many horses.
Why don't you come? - Who is this Don Felipe?
Is the hacienda far from here?
- What does it matter to you where this man's place is?
The important thing is that he pays.
- [Man] Oh, you know I will come, but I never heard of him.
- He's new in these parts, but he's full of money.
- Get away.
- You too.
- Let's have something to drink, Paolo.
- Hey!
- Thirsty, amigo, have a drink.
- Don't waste it.
- What's wrong, eh, you don't like it?
- 'Course not, he only drinks milk.
- Come here, you dog, I want you to show me how good
you walk on your paws.
- Why that dog ain't doing what you said.
- Walk on your paws.
Come on, you filthy Mexican, start moving.
- [Man] Hey, looky here, I think this dog's mangy.
Hey, what do you say, boys, do you know how
to cure a mangy dog?
- [Man] Yeah, I know how to cure him.
I know how to cure him good. - How's that?
- You kill him. (men laugh)
- [Man] Why you dirty, stinking--
- Well, Pablo, I think you'd better give us something
to drink.
- Hey amigo, who is this Don Felipe?
- I don't know him well, senor,
he just came a little while ago, he has a very big ranch.
- And have you noticed a young girl staying with him,
about 19?
- Mad, she stays in her room, but Felipe takes
very good care of her and so does Dona Maria.
- Dona Maria.
- Si, senor.
- It's plain enough, Singer did the job
and he was afraid his niece would talk
so he had her kidnapped, that's the reason
he's spreading the rumor that she's crazy
and keeping her prisoner.
- So if Singer finds out that we're on his trail,
the first thing he'll do will be to get rid of her.
I've got to find that girl.
She'll testify that my brother is innocent.
- I've got a little plan.
I've talked to some of the hands already.
She's been locked in the cell.
One of Singer's guards outside, day and night.
To get there, you pass alongside the main stable.
It's the only way, so I bought you some clothes
from one of the bigger payones.
- (chuckles) Gracias, amigo.
- [Man] All right, hold her still.
- [Man] Get that iron over here, will you?
- What are you looking for, amigo?
- I hear you are looking for men, senor.
- You know this one?
- Mm, never laid eyes on him.
- I could swear--
- You would take me, senor?
- All right, you're hired.
What about your friend there?
Come here, Loco. (speaks Spanish)
His tongue was cut out years ago.
But he's a good cook.
- All right, go on over to the bunkhouse there.
They'll set you up.
- Vamos.
- We'd better tell the boss.
- Johnny, what's going on?
Hey, Johnny, where are you?
- Now come on, quit crying, it was just a little mouse.
Besides, I'm here to take care of you.
That's better, you don't have to be afraid of old Sam.
Your uncle told me to look after you.
- No, no.
- Come on now, you could be a little nicer, eh?
No sense crying, little girl, your uncle can't hear you
and even if he did, he couldn't care less.
There, there.
- No, leave me alone, leave me alone! (sobs)
Oh, no, don't, don't, please!
- Shut up!
- Please, don't. (sobs)
Oh, please let me go.
- Let her go! (whip cracks)
Now you shut up, idiot, he didn't do nothing to you.
Filthy dog, how often have I told you,
I don't want to hear her cry.
Put a gag on her, do what you want to her,
but I don't want to hear one more sound
come out of her mouth.
- [Girl] Maria, please help me, I can't stand it anymore.
- Now, Miss Maria, I was just trying to keep her calm,
but she started yelling, so I had to grab hold of her,
didn't I, huh?
She's crazy, it's not my fault, she should be tied down.
- No, I'm not crazy, Maria, you know that, please.
- I suppose you're right, Sam, she must be crazy,
but I think I know a way to help.
She needs it.
Just hold her for a minute.
We'll see how much good Dr. Maria can do her.
- [Man] How do you get out of this one, Django?
- You've had a long trip, eh, Django?
Nice to know you, you've come to the end of the road.
- [Girl] Leave him alone!
- Make him a little bit dizzy, boys.
- That's enough.
- Hya! (laughs)
- How many have I shot? - Four, Senor.
- Stop playing around with that bastard, kill him.
- Killing is a fine art, my dear.
A fine art.
Hey, Django, look, I'm gonna skip the next three.
- Get after them, all of you!
Hurry, Maria, take all that you can,
we've got to get out of here.
- Leave the rest where it is, come on, Maria, hurry.
Sartana!
- You going, Don Felipe or Singer, whichever you like.
You know, I was the one who stole that money,
isn't that right?
- Never steal from a thief.
Oh yes, I believe I'll take that too if you don't mind.
By the way, Mr. Singer.
There's a friend waiting for you outside
in front of the building.
I think he has some old accounts he wants to look over
with you, probably nothing very important.
But I wouldn't keep him waiting too long if I were you.
It might make him nervous.
Thank you.
(spits) Thank you kindly.
Excuse me. (Maria grunts)
Ladies first.
Django, he's all yours.
- I'll get you yet, you filthy--
I swear I'll get you. (groans)
- No, no, Django, don't!
You never were a killer.
- Tie him up.
- Here, quick, Philip, shoot him down, shoot him down!
No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.
Don't kill me.
I want my jewels, give me back my jewels. (gasps)
No!
No! (grunts)
No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me!
Oh no!
- No. (sobs)
Where's Sartana?
Well, I suppose he's already left.
- 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31.
32, 33, 34, 35, well, I'll be.
There's 15,000 missing. (laughs)
They said a robbery of 50,000.
I tell you it's getting so
you can't even trust bankers anymore. (laughs)
- [Django] Ho, Sartana, we gotta go!