My Name Is Nobody ()

Il mio nome è Nessuno (original title)
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A young, easygoing gunman (Hill) worships and competes with an old gunfighter (Fonda) who only wants to retire.


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Jack Beauregard
Honest John (as R.K. Armstrong)
Karl Braun ...
False barber
Leader of the Wild Bunch
Piero Lulli ...
Marc Mazza ...
Don John (as Mark Mazza)
Benito Stefanelli ...
Rainer Peets ...
Big Gun (as Remus Peets)
Scape (as Antoine Saint John)
Franco Angrisano ...
Tommy Polgár ...
Antonio Palombi ...
Hubert Mittendorf ...
Carnival barker (as Humbert Mittendorf)
Emil Feist ...
Carla Mancini ...
Luigi Antonio Guerra ...
Official (as Antonio Luigi Guerra)
Angelo Novi ...
Ullrich Müller ...
Claus Schmidt ...
Rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Stocker Fontelieu ...
Longshoreman (uncredited)
Jackson D. Kane ...
Gunfighter outside barbershop milking the cow (uncredited)
New Orleans street photographer (uncredited)
Rick Lester ...
Wild Bunch Rider / Gunman (uncredited)
Larry Melton ...
Gunman outside barbershop (uncredited)
U.S. Army Officer (uncredited)
Renato Pinciroli ...
Hotel Owner (uncredited)

Directed by

Tonino Valerii

Written by

Sergio Leone ... (idea)
Fulvio Morsella ... (story) and
Ernesto Gastaldi ... (story)
Ernesto Gastaldi ... (screenplay)

Produced by

Claudio Mancini ... executive producer
Fulvio Morsella ... producer
Sergio Leone ... executive producer (uncredited)

Music by

Ennio Morricone

Cinematography by

Armando Nannuzzi ... (photography: USA)
Giuseppe Ruzzolini ... (photography)

Film Editing by

Nino Baragli

Editorial Department

Rossana Maiuri ... assistant editor (uncredited)

Production Design by

Gianni Polidori

Costume Design by

Vera Marzot

Makeup Department

Grazia De Rossi ... hair stylist
Nilo Jacoponi ... makeup artist

Production Management

Franco Coduti ... unit manager
Paolo Gargano ... unit manager
Piero Lazzari ... production supervisor: USA

Second Unit Director or Assistant Director

Stefano Rolla ... assistant director
Sergio Leone ... second unit director (uncredited)

Art Department

Massimo Tavazzi ... set dresser
Gilberto Carbonaro ... set constructor (uncredited)
Renato Casaro ... poster designer (uncredited)
Gianni Fiumi ... property master (uncredited)
Dino Leonetti ... assistant production designer (uncredited)
Ben Zeller ... construction coordinator (uncredited)

Sound Department

Fausto Ancillai ... sound mixer
Roberto Arcangeli ... sound effects
Ferdinando Pescetelli ... sound (as Fernando Pescetelly)

Special Effects by

Eros Bacciucchi ... special effects (as Baciucchi)
Giovanni Corridori ... special effects coordinator (uncredited)


Raleigh Gardenhire ... stunts (uncredited)
John Landis ... stunts (uncredited)
Rick Lester ... stunts (uncredited)
Neil Summers ... stunts (uncredited)

Camera and Electrical Department

Armando Nannuzzi ... cinematographer: USA
Sergio Salvati ... director of photography: second unit
Giuseppe Bernardini ... camera operator (uncredited)
Federico Del Zoppo ... camera operator (uncredited)
Angelo Novi ... still photographer (uncredited)
Elio Polacchi ... camera operator (uncredited)
Claudio Sabatini ... assistant camera (uncredited)

Music Department

Ennio Morricone ... conductor
Bruno Battisti D'Amario ... musician: guitar (uncredited)

Script and Continuity Department

Rita Agostini ... script supervisor (uncredited)

Transportation Department

Billy Kaundart ... driver (uncredited)

Other crew

Eros Bacciucchi ... firearms
Paul Ray ... wrangler
Ferruccio Amendola ... voice dubbing: Franco Angrisano (uncredited)
Gino Baghetti ... voice dubbing (uncredited)
Gianfranco Bellini ... voice dubbing (uncredited)
Sherry Buchanan ... production secretary: Louisiana (uncredited)
Sergio Fiorentini ... voice dubbing: Marc Mazza (uncredited)
Nando Gazzolo ... voice dubbing: Henry Fonda (uncredited)
Sergio Graziani ... voice dubbing: Jean Martin (uncredited)
Antonio Guidi ... voice dubbing: Piero Lulli (uncredited)
Pino Locchi ... voice dubbing: Terence Hill (uncredited)
Gianni Marzocchi ... voice dubbing: Benito Stefanelli (uncredited)
Renato Mori ... voice dubbing: Geoffrey Lewis (uncredited)
Giorgio Piazza ... voice dubbing: Antoine Saint-John (uncredited)
Carlo Romano ... voice dubbing: R.G. Armstrong (uncredited)
Stefano Sibaldi ... voice dubbing: Ullrich Muller (uncredited)
Vinicio Sofia ... voice dubbing (uncredited)
Benito Stefanelli ... master of arms (uncredited)
Crew believed to be complete

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Plot Summary

Jack Beauregard, once the greatest gunslinger of the Old West, only wants to move to Europe and retire in peace, but a young gunfighter, known only as "Nobody," idolizes him and wants to see him go out in a blaze of glory. He arranges for Jack to face the 150-man gang known as The Wild Bunch and earn his place in history. Written by lonamer

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Also Known As
  • Mon nom est personne (France)
  • Mein Name ist Nobody (West Germany)
  • My Name Is Nobody (Philippines, English title)
  • My Name Is Nobody (Belgium, English title)
  • My Name Is Nobody (Canada, English title)
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  • 116 min
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Budget DEM8,000,000 (estimated)

Did You Know?

Trivia Final western of Henry Fonda. See more »
Goofs As Nobody and Jack face off in the New Orleans street - a window air-conditioner (draped with canvas) and what appears to be an electric window fan can be seen on the side of the "Hotel" in the background. See more »
Movie Connections Edited into Get Mean (1975). See more »
Soundtracks Il Mio Nome E' Nessuno (My Name Is Nobody) (Main Title) See more »
Quotes [last lines]
Jack Beauregard: [narration] Dear Nobody, dying is not the worst thing that can happen to a man. Look at me... I've been dead for three days now, and have finally found my peace. You used to say that my life was hanging by a thread. Maybe so, but I'm afraid it's your life that's hanging by a thread now. And there's quite a few people who'd like to cut that thread. Yeah, I guess it's your way of feeling alive. See, there's a whole difference between you and me: I always try to steer away from trouble, while you seem to be looking for it all the time. But I must admit, you've been able to solve your share, even if you like others to take the credit. This way, you can remain a "nobody." You got it all nicely figured out. But you gambled too big this time, and there's too many people who know you're "somebody" after all. And you won't have much time left for playing your funny games. They'll make life harder and harder for you, until you too will meet somebody who wants to put you down in history. And so you'll find out that the only way to become a nobody again is to die. Anyhow, from now on, you'll be walking in my boots, and maybe you won't be laughing so loud anymore. But you can still do one thing: you can preserve a little of that illusion that made my generation tick. Maybe you'll do it in your own funny way, but you'll be grateful just the same. I guess looking back, it seems we were all a bunch of romantic fools. We still believed that a good pistol and a quick showdown could solve everything. But then, the West used to be wide-open spaces with lots of elbow room, and you never ran into the same person twice. By the time you came along, it was changed. It got smaller and crowded, and I kept bumping into the same people all the time. But if you're able to run around in the West peacefully catching flies, it's only 'cause fellows like me were there first. Yeah, the same fellow you want to see written up in history books, 'cause people need something to believe in, like you say. But you won't be able to have it your own way much longer, 'cause the country ain't the same anymore, and I'm already feeling a stranger myself. But, what's worse, violence has changed, too. It's grown, and got organized, and a good pistol don't mean a damn thing anymore. But I guess you must know all this, 'cause it's... your kind of time, not mine. And I also figured out the moral to your grandpa's story, the one about the cow that covered the little bird in cowpie to keep it warm, and then the coyote hauled it out and ate it. It's the moral of these new times of yours: Folks that throw dirt on you aren't always trying to hurt you, and folks who pull you out of a jam aren't always trying to help you. But the main point is, when you're up to your nose in shit, keep your mouth shut. This is why people like me gotta' go, and this is why you faked that gunfight to get me out of the West clean. Anyhow, I was getting to be one more old-timer, and the years don't make wisdom, they just make old age. One can be young in years and old in hours, like you. I guess I'm talking like a damn preacher, but it's your fault; what can you expect of a national monument? Well, keep your mind and your heart open, and if you ever meet one of those men you almost never meet, you can keep each other company, and it won't be so lonely for you. They say distance makes friendship grow stronger. Maybe so, 'cause after three days without you dogging my tracks, I kinda' miss you. I really gotta' sign off now, so even if you've been a stinkin' nosy troublemaker all the time, thanks for everything just the same. P.S.: Just one more piece of advice from an old-timer: When you're getting a shave and a cut, be sure the right man's wearing a jacket!
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