— Were you going to die alone?
— Hey, Blondie. Angel Eyes is mine.
— All right.
Year:
1966
Country:
Germany (Germany), Spain, Italy
Genres:
Western
— You were captured near Fort Craig? If you were with Sibley, that means you were coming from Santa Fe. Was it hard crossing the desert?
— Mm-hm. Very hard. Especially if you don't have anything to drink.
— Why are you going under the name of Bill Carson now?
— One name is as good as another. Not wise to use your own name. Like you. I bet they don't call you Angel Eyes. Sergeant Angel Eyes!
— Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?
— Music? Yes, it's very good. Very good for the digestion.
— Revolvers!
— Yeah, revolvers.
— Revolvers. Well, here's where I keep the best ones. Here, Remington, Colt, a Root, Smith-Wesson, Colt — navy, Joslyn, another Remington, and this one...
— That's enough.
— Cartridges.
— You wanna try the pistol, step out back.
— Cartridge. How much?
— Twenty dollars
— No.
— Fifty dollars.
— How much?
— A hundred dollars. Two hundred dollars. It's all I've got.
— The war's over for you. Put those clothes on.
— Why?
— We're going for a ride.
— Where?
— To find 200,000 dollars. I know the name of the cemetery now. And you know the name of the grave.
— You're not going to give me the same treatment?
— Would you talk?
— No. Probably not.
— That's what I thought. Not that you're any tougher than Tuco, but you're smart enough to know that talking won't save you.
— And Tuco? Is he...
— No. Not yet. But he's in very good hands. You've changed partners, but you've still got the same deal. I'm not greedy. I'm only taking half. There's two of us. Should make it easier than just one.
You know who you are? Want to know whose son you are? You don't. I do.
— I'm an honest farmer. I'm innocent of everything.
— So you're an honest farmer? You recognise this man? Yeah, it's you.
— Me? Who says so? You can't even read.
Even a filthy beggar like that has got a protecting angel. A golden-haired angel watches over him.
Whoever has the most liquor to get the soldiers drunk and send them to be slaughtered... is the winner.
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