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: Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank. First three, then two. Frank
: So, YOU'RE the one who makes appointments. Harmonica
: And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right? Cheyenne
: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less. Harmonica
: There were no dollars in them days. Cheyenne
: But sons of bitches... yeah.
: [facing three men
] And Frank? Snaky
: Frank sent us. Harmonica
: Did you bring a horse for me? Snaky
: Well... looks like we're...
: ...looks like we're shy one horse. Harmonica
: [shaking head
] You brought two too many.
: Listen, Harmonica, a town built around a railroad - mm mm mm mmm - you could make a fortune, huh? Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands. Harmonica
: They call them "millions." Cheyenne
: "Millions." Hm.
: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men. Cheyenne
: So? Harmonica
: Inside the men, there were three bullets. Cheyenne
: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons: One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you? Harmonica
: Yeah. Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver
: All the way up to six if I have to... Cheyenne
: [gesturing to Harmonica's wound
] ... and maybe faster than you.
: But... but they were his men. Harmonica
: Yeah. Jill
: And they tried to kill him. Harmonica
: They must've found somebody who pays better. Jill
: And YOU! You saved his life. Harmonica
: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
: You know, Wobbles... I'm kind of mad at you.
: When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.
: What do you want? Who are ya? Harmonica
: Dave Jenkins. Frank
: Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago. Harmonica
: Calder Benson. Frank
: What's your name? Benson's dead, too. Harmonica
: You ought to know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed 'em.
: Who are you? Harmonica
: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood. Frank
: More dead men. Harmonica
: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive. Harmonica
: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all. Frank
: Just a man. Harmonica
: An ancient race. Other Mortons'll be along, and they'll kill it off. Frank
: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you, 'cause I know that now you'll tell me what you're after. Harmonica
: Only at the point of dyin'.
: [trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won
] Pick any method you like, just make the deal. Harmonica
: Which deal, Frank? We have more than one, you and me.
: [to Frank, spotting a gunman above a painted clock
] Time sure flies. It's already past twelve.
: Hey, what in the hell are you standing around for? Cheyenne's Lieutenant
: Well, gee, what are we supposed to do? Cheyenne
: What are you supposed to do? Build a station! Idiots!
[tosses them pickaxes and other tools
: I figure it ain't gonna look like much, but it'll be the first thing she sees, when she gets back. Harmonica
: [looks up
] If she gets back.
: Surprised to see me here? Harmonica
: I knew you'd come.
: What the hell is this? Harmonica
: [off screen
] Can't you see?
[emerges from behind a pile of wood
: It's a station. And all around it a town. Brett McBain's town. Cheyenne
: [starts to laugh
] Was HE crazy, heh! Harmonica
: Yeah in a very special way. An Irishman.
[starts measuring out a square and hammers wood spikes into the ground
: He knew sooner or later that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west, so he looked over all this county out here until he found this hunk of desert. Nobody wanted it, but he bought it.
[continues with work
: Then he tightened his belt, and for years he waited. Cheyenne
: Waited for what? Harmonica
: For the railroad to reach this point. Cheyenne
: Ah, but how in the hell could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property? Harmonica
: Them steam engines can't roll without water, and the only water for fifty miles west of Flagstone is right here, under this land. Cheyenne
: Ah-ha! He was no fool, our dead friend, huh?
: He was going to sell this piece of desert for his weight in gold, wasn't he? Harmonica
: [looks at Cheyenne
] You don't sell the dream of a lifetime. Brett McBain wanted his station. He got the rights to build it. Cheyenne
: How do you know all this? Harmonica
: I saw a document. It was all in order - seals, signatures, everything. One thing though, in very small print, there is a short clause which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights if, by the time the railroad reaches this point, the station ain't built yet.
: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweetwater. Jill
: [with tears
] I hope you'll come back someday. Harmonica
: I could swear we're going to have that strange sound. Harmonica
: Right now.