Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Blondie, isn't that Angel Eyes?

(DISTANT CANNONS FIRING)

Yeah, sure, I'm sure

the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder,

Joslyn, another Remington.

Bill Carson's name's written in it.

but you know how many graves there are there?

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

You did a good job for me.

on the hunting grounds of the Sioux Indians.

You better learn to distinguish rank.

And you? Have you ever heard of someone named Canby? No?

Sure, 18 miles south. Take him there.

Listhaug tar over for Jensen one bastard goes in another comes out

The way I figure, there's really not too much future

You talk about Mother and Father.

He's finally getting out of our hair.

Blondie, don't die. I'm your friend.

So only you know your half of the secret?

It's written...

I want that blond alive.

You see, I used to have a friend, Pedro.

That's what I thought.

Hey, Angel Eyes.

I have nothing to tell you.

You don't, I do. Everybody does.

It'll be a lot easier with that.

I can't tell Baker what happened to the money.

Come on. Come on.

- Really? - Sure.

Come on, you dummy, talk.

Hey, Blondie, did you hear that?

They left for Santa Fe.

those with loaded guns, and those who dig.

You're the son of a thousand fathers

alias Shorty Larson, to hang by the neck until dead.

Even the armies are afraid to march through there.

He's both young and strong.

and went away with his unit. They all left.

I'm looking for the owner of that horse.

Not one, lots of them.

statutory rape of a minor of the black race,

escaping from a state prison,

Especially if you don't have anything to drink.

There's a grave by...

What does he pay you for murdering me?

That is, I'll eat.

we better get the hell out of here

You're hungry. Sit down, eat.

those who have friends, and those who are lonely, like poor Tuco.

you'll never get your hands on all that beautiful money.

Any reason for being around here?

Yeah, five of them.

There's two of them.

Well, if you were with Sibley, that means then

If your friends stay out in the damp,

No more brutality.

And rich. Like you're going to be.

Thank you. Goodbye, Sergeant.

He gave me $1,000.

One here, one there, wherever I found them.

That's why they pay me.

'Cause there's nothing in there.