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Nathaniel Sullivan!
If I ever catch you, Blondie, I'll rip your heart out and eat it!
Our mother has been dead a long time now.
Captain, all companies are awaiting your orders.
Take care.
Come on.
Yeah, that's me.
perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children,
with a sawed-off runt like you.
It's a court-martial offense to imagine,
Where is he?
The best time is after the attack
Kon hai ye log
Not enough for you, eh?
He asked for you to be there, but there was only me.
in my place, in your place, I would do the same thing.
Mmm-hmm.
Where's Pablo Ramirez?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
And if you won't manage it, you'll die, only slowly,
No.
If he's with the Third, they've already left.
There's no name on it!
Now I want you to stand up there and put your head in that noose.
Why do you think Jackson may be assuming another name?
I'm a captain.
Remember... !!
How much are you worth now?
Don't die, huh?
Well, he seems to be.
You'll pay for this! I hope you end up in a graveyard
It's you.
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
So it's nine years. Nine years.
There's nothing anyone can do anymore.
Both sides want the bridge intact.
when there's a truce to get the wounded.
Yeah, sure, I'm sure.
- Tell the captain. - Yes, sir.
It's good to see old friends again.
It's one of those Yankee prison camps
Yeah, well, I'm very glad I came.
You're not gonna give me the same treatment?
Right.
Tuco, water. Well, here's water.
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Sorry, Shorty.
Yeah. But I got six more bullets in my gun.
All right.
(SNORING)
Now what am I supposed to do? I have to have respect.
老婆
dont talk
I'm only interested in what name Jackson's hiding under now.
Aim! Fire!
Is it bad to speak the way I do to volunteers?
Near Apache Canyon.
Cartridges.
those that come in by the door,
Amlo SON OF THOUSAND FATHERS
That your family?
You know, if you save your breath,
Halt.
(SCREAMING)
There are three of us.
(GRUNTS)
Every gun makes its own tune.
we sentence the accused here before us.
There.
What name?
Let me go, and I'll pardon you.
Corn cobs, Dixie-style.
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
They carry gold, not paper dollars,
(WHISTLING CANNONBALL)
might as well go together.
Maybe.
Bill Carson!
Like a cemetery, for instance?
Be sure these two get good treatment.
That's very good.
Yes?
(GRUNTS)
What did you say your name was?
or Baker's got it all wrong.
Doc.
But what I lack is the guts.