♪ Smile ♪ You'd better never cry ♪ A man like you should never shed... ♪ DJANGO, PREPARE A COFFIN ♪ Smile ♪ Each time you'd better smile ♪ When things go wrong, so wrong ♪ You wish to die ♪ To die ♪ I know it's hard to smile ♪ The day your girl has gone away ♪ And you're alone ♪ Lie ♪ Sometimes you'd better lie ♪ A man like you must keep his pain inside ♪ Inside ♪ I know it's hard to be alone ♪ The day you miss someone ♪ Someone who's gone ♪ Smile ♪ Each time you'd better smile ♪ Though you get lost
and wander home alone ♪ Alone ♪ Alone ♪ Alone ♪ Alone ♪ And so, my friends,
as your senator and fellow citizen it gives me great pleasure
to congratulate you on the outcome of this election, an outcome that bodes well
for the future of freedom, democracy and the pursuit of happiness. I feel bound to say
that I consider it a great honour that you fine people
have chosen my candidate, the man I was the first to propose as your worthy representative
in the state legislature. And now, ladies and gentlemen, how about giving a big hand
to David Barry? (Cheering) Thank you, folks. (♪ Band plays lively tune) You don't agree with Senator Logan,
right, Dean? No, I sure don't. You probably know what I feel anyway. You're ambitious.
You're cruel and unscrupulous. You're only in politics to make money. I hate people like you, David. For my money,
we'd be better off without you. Maybe we'd better set this straight
once and for all. OK. Without them. Just the two of us. Forget it, David.
The senator will be waiting for you. Don't make him angry.
He gets impatient. Wouldn't it be better
to postpone this till after the party? Yeah.
What do you think, Dean? Better keep out of this, boy, because you'll find that it's hopeless. (Groans) (Gasps) Excuse me, I was a little nervous. I can't take him any longer. If you don't learn to relax,
your new job's gonna get you down. Six feet under. I suppose I am tired.
I think I need a rest. Give up this kind of life. Think how nice it would be
to have a wife, children, a fine ranch. Wait peacefully for the Last Judgment. No, Django. Oh, no. All that's not for me. I'm too ambitious, it's true. It's like having something burning
always inside your mind. To succeed I'm ready for anything. (Sighs)
Anything. Come along with me, Django.
I need somebody like you. In a few years we'll have
so much money and so much influence we won't need anything else
for the rest of our lives. Hm. Aren't you coming to the party? No.
I have to leave early tomorrow. Oh, really?
The usual job? It's bigger than usual. All the gold from the bank at Empton.
I'm taking it to the head office depository. - Where?
- Near Atlanta. My wife is coming. Hm. I'd like to come along too, Django,
to meet new people and amuse myself. I once met a French dancer in Atlanta.
Quite something. (Yawns) - Hi there.
- Good morning, darling. - Awake already?
- Mm. Is it late? Why, no.
Don't be silly. The stars are still shining and
the sun won't be out for a few hours yet. We're coming to a lake.
It's the only water for 20 miles around. While you're making yourself pretty
I'm gonna water the horses, OK? OK, darling. (Horse whinnies) Hey! Pull her out. - Oh.
- Here, put one under here and one there. All right, now.
One... - (Yells)
- (Screams) (Gunshots) (Gasps for breath) Come on, let's ride. Operator?
Operator? - Santa Fe?
- 'Yeah.' - That you, Effie?
- (Bird squawks) Fine, yeah. No, no, no.
The hangman up your way? Yeah.
Well, I'll leave him a message. The sheriff says he gotta get over here
right away. There's work for him to do. (Bird squawks) Sure will.
Remember me to all the gang. (Bird squawks) You shouldn't make noises
when someone's phoning. It's rude. Hey, young fella. You must have been there
when I was making that call. Why didn't you say something? (Bird squawks) What's it all about? The sheriff wants you
to do some neck-stretching. (Parrot) Neck-stretching! And you're next
if you don't darn well shut up. (Squawks) Well, it's a Mexican farmer. And what did he do, hm? There must be something out of kilter
with your thinking machine. For five years now half the gold
from the local mines has been stolen on its way to the office in Santa Fe. For five years now
they've been investigating to find out
where the gold's disappeared to, and who's behind the robberies. For five years now the same old story. Someone's stealing the gold
and they can't stop it. They grab the first chicken thief they find
and throw him in jail, convict him of stealing the gold and send
for you to put a noose around his throat. You're used to hanging
these poor critters. (Parrot) Polly want a drink! Hm. - You got plenty of water.
- No? Tell the sheriff
to hold off this execution. I've got others to do in the next county. Hm.
If you say so. When's the next shipment leaving? Better leave off that liquor. Cider.
Nothing but cider. Isn't that right? Awful. What's this stuff?
Watch out, you might poison yourself. Take my advice, young fella.
Stick to alcohol. You're right, Horace.
You're always... No, no, you'd better not drink any more. You got to work tomorrow, Django. I'll let you know when they send out
the next shipment of gold. - OK?
- Mm. Hm. Jonathan Abbott, you got something to say
before we hang you? I am innocent. (Woman gasps) (Groans) It has that effect on everybody. Makes them real hungry. That takes care of you. Now you go 15 miles north
to Mendez Ford. There's a deserted village.
You'll find some friends. But my wife, my children? They'll wait for you. Then what's going to happen? Now you're asking too much. Yankee. That's what I got for hanging you.
You may need money. Take it. Mm. They'll hang you again if you go back. This time
I'm afraid I won't have the pleasure. And if you run away
you'll be a phantom forever. If I were you,
I'd go to that village at Mendez. Howdy, Sheriff. - Well, it's about time you got here.
- I was on another job. - Uh-huh?
- Go on. Uh-huh. If I were you I'd hurry up.
He's more dead than alive. If you don't hang him fast,
you'll lose your fee. What do you want?
What are you doing here? I'm innocent. Innocent, I tell you. If you value your life, keep still. Take off your coat. - Get up.
- What are you going to do? Get into this.
It's got a hook. Come on.
Tighten it. What if they see the hook? They can't see it.
You'll have a hood down to your shoulders. You'll pretend to be dead.
This evening I'll come and cut you down. Hey, Sheriff, we're ready. It wouldn't be a bad idea
if you go out screaming. I'm innocent. I'm innocent.
You can't do this thing. I don't want to die. I didn't do anything. Cheer up, son. No, no, you can't.
You can't, you murderers. You can't hang him.
Leave him alone. Leave him alone. You murderers!
Murderers! He's innocent. Garcia, Garcia, tell them you're innocent. Garcia!
Garcia! - Help me!
- Why doesn't somebody do something? Are you all cowards?
Why don't you speak up? Why won't you tell the truth?
You know he didn't do anything. He's innocent.
He's innocent. You can't hang him.
Let him go. You're nothing but murderers. Let go.
Leave him alone. He's innocent, I tell you. He's innocent. (Screams and cries) The hangman has to do his work
in peace, Sheriff. He has to be left alone
so he can get on with the job. This kind of ugly scene
is bad for the town's reputation. Take her away. (Groans) Hey, Django,
I don't know how to use one of these. Garcia will show you. That's Garcia. I'll help you. Hey, Django.
Why didn't you bring us some whisky? It would be nice to have a little drink. I need one. Do you? Well, guess I can wait. I'm fed up, gringo. I've been here a month at least. You still haven't told us why you're
keeping everybody here in this place or why you saved us all anyway. I need you.
I have to settle an account. (Laughs) Lucas. Hm? That's right. Hombres! Come over here. El gringo has something
very interesting to say. (Laughs) Lucas is powerful. His men are all outlaws.
Killers he's gotten out of jail. They've terrorised the whole country. They stop at nothing to get their way.
You'd better watch out. - Are you afraid?
- No. But... ...what do we get in exchange? Your life, for now. Afterwards, if you manage to keep it, you can go home free
and cleared of blame. You thought up a plan? All the witnesses against you
are to blame. They wanted you hanged. You've got to find them, one by one, and make them understand
that the time for repentance has come. I was lying at home, sick, and that coward Will Kirby
said he saw me going out. That's how they convicted me. He betrayed me
just to get hold of my land. He'll pay. He'll pay for that trick.
You can bet on it. Sure he will, Jonathan.
Now, calm down. Then what should we do? You're dead men.
Just phantoms. Go to their houses.
Let yourselves be seen. I think you'll have a good time. Enjoy yourselves. They'll be scared stiff.
But no killing. Why not? You're all innocent, illegally condemned.
Not murderers. I don't like it. What's the matter with killing someone? Pedro, José, <i>vamos.</i> (Django) Where are you going? Don't worry, Django.
We won't spoil your little game. We know how to keep silent, of course. It's too late now. You should have thought
about going sooner. I advise you to stay right here. Yeah?
Till when? I don't know. I already told you,
we're getting out of here right now. Wait a minute. (Yelling and groaning) (Horse whinnies) (Django) Thanks for saving my life. (Whistling sound) Tommy, you go round back
and open the corral. (Whinnying) (Abbott) Walcott! It's me, Walcott. Walcott, remember me? Why have you done this?
Who are you? Abbott.
Remember? Lucas paid you to send me to the gallows.
Now I'm gonna pay you. Liar. Go and see Lucas and tell him Jonathan Abbott is back from the dead. <i>Vamos, muchachos.</i> - What is it? Who's there?
- It's me. Wallace. Remember me? (Woman screams) I've come back to pay you. For hanging me.
How do you like it? Paco! It's me, Pat.
The man you hanged. You dirty double-crosser! - Ah, Dan.
- Wallace? You? You thought you could get away with it.
Sell your friends for a few dollars. Remember me?
I'm Jonathan. The ghost of Jonathan. Ottway!
Ottway! Come out.
It's your friend Wallace. Come on out. - All right, who you did this to you?
- He got beat up last night. Like the others. They were attacked and horsewhipped.
After that their houses were burned down. Who did it? Well, what's the matter? It was Jon Abbott. You're crazy.
It couldn't have been Abbott. It was Abbott, I swear to you. And he wasn't the only one.
I've seen Pat Mahoney. And Andy, he saw Jake O'Connor.
Right, Andy? Idiots.
You pack of fools. A corpse is a corpse, see? Every one
of them is buried, five feet under. No, Lucas! I saw Jonathan Abbott
with my own eyes. And he was no corpse, I tell you. Listen, boss, I got something to tell you. You can come around later.
And bring your families along with you. I have some special whisky for you. A couple of shots of it and you'll stop
imagining you're seeing dead men. What is it? Tomorrow morning a lot of gold
will leave the mines at Las Cruces. On the way to the bank at Santa Fe. They've found out more. It's pretty certain
they're gonna take the sierra road. If they don't have trouble
fording the river, the day after tomorrow they'll be as far
as the Hondo Pass and they'll be safe. It's their first time in the sierra, right? Yep.
And I'm afraid it'll be the last. Don't put me to the trouble
of having to call you. If everything goes the way they plan it,
they'll want you in five days exactly. This time the trial
will be shorter than usual. They already know who's guilty.
A fella named Sam Cooper. Tried to shoot his wife for two-timing him. They've got him locked away.
He'll be tried as soon as the gold's stolen. Poor old Sam. All he tried to do
was defend his good name and now he'll be hanged for an outlaw. Two-timed and double-crossed. - So long, fellas.
- Bye, Horace. See you soon. Garcia, I got something
real important to tell you. Uh... Well? Forgot what it was. Ah...
Garcia. I remember what it was now.
Tomorrow they're gonna hang your wife. Well, that's life. - Why didn't you warn me?
- I figured you need a day off. If you ask me,
I don't think you're getting rest enough. You've been working too hard, Django. Why not let Old Bill do the job? He doesn't have your light touch
but his price is cheaper. - It'll go great with the sheriff.
- Why did you convict Mercedes? Barry said she was your accomplice. And then? She was tried, convicted and sentenced. But now I gotta be moving along. Horace, don't call old Bill. I've decided to hang Mercedes. A hanging's a hanging
no matter who does it, Django. It don't make no difference
to the fella who's strung up. See you tomorrow. Let's go. Tomorrow a load of gold
is leaving Las Cruces for Santa Fe. It'll be passing the sierra
the day after tomorrow. I think it will be ambushed
at the Hondo Pass. Who by? By the Lucas gang. So far we've been playing cat and mouse
with them but now the time has come
to settle our accounts. - With this?
- Not yet. We'll be there waiting for them
in the sierra and we'll attack them
when they try to grab the gold. Try not to kill them. We have to take them to the governor
and make them confess everything. Aren't you coming with us? I'll meet you in the sierra. Hey, what's the idea?
You running out on us? It was for me he did it. They're going to hang my wife tomorrow. He's gone to help her. Hm.
I'm sorry about you and your wife. But there's something
more important to do. (Laughs) You mean that gold? That's right. Do you people want your names cleared? Go on. We'll get them to confess,
Lucas and those men. We'll go back to our homes and say, "Look. Your men are back again.
Returned to you." What'll they do? Then we'll go speak to the judge, tell him
we don't belong to the gang of Lucas. Perhaps he'll believe us. Then again, he might not. See that? He'll just have to believe.
It's the truth. Suppose he does. Then what? Afterwards we'll all go home,
to our houses, to misery,
to go on plodding and plodding, breaking our backs to provide food till finally another Lucas
tries to take our land away again. So what are you getting at? I've been thinking it over. There's a load of gold out there
that might belong to us. Hey, have you gone loco? We ambush them
before they reach the sierra. We'll go to meet them before Lucas. (Chuckles) It'll be a surprise. You're all cowards.
You should have stayed hung. It would have been better for all of you. I'm making tracks. Wallace, you can't leave now. You shouldn't have done that,
you dirty stinking Indian. (Gunshot) (Chokes) Anyone else? <i>Vamos.</i> (Groans) - Howdy, Sheriff.
- Eh? Ah, there you are. - Hey, Jack. Jack.
- Huh? - Ah, it's you.
- Yeah. This time you got a woman,
young fella. Don't spend a lot of time looking at her
or she'll try to get around you. Yep, that's women. - Put this on.
- No! Come on, quick.
Under your blouse. It'll keep you from being strangled. Come on. If you don't stop using them words I'll
wash your mouth out with soap and water. (Sighs) Ain't you Pat O'Connor,
the fella that got hanged? Yes. You look a little peaky. Why, son, you've been wounded. - Where's Django?
- Django? What do you want with Django? I'd say you need to see a doctor. I don't want to worry you, my boy,
but you're in a pretty bad way. Call him.
I mean it. - It's serious.
- I can see it's serious. That ain't no mosquito bite. A little whisky might do you good. If it don't, pray. They say it helps sometimes. (Groans) It's the ghost of Pat O'Connor. Shut up, you fool,
and help me get him out of here. Come on. I was sure they'd come by here
on their way through. - How soon we gonna attack them?
- Before they reach the pass. <i>Vamosl</i> - Here come the fellas now.
- I didn't expect to see them so early. (Gunshots) - They're shooting for real.
- Fools. Why don't they stop shooting? What if they really are bandits? Yah!
Go! Yah!
Go! Yah!
Go! Yah!
Go! - Let's go. We got to move.
- Let's split this up. No.
We have to get over the frontier. OK. This marks your grave. Now you can go. Find some hiding place. I hope in a few days you and your husband
will be together again, alive and free. <i>Adiós.</i> And thank you, Django. (Horses approaching) - Ride! Yah! Yah!
- (Man) Shoot! Howdy, hangman. (Laughs) (Laughs) (Groans) That's enough. Where's the gold? (Laughs) Smart idea you had, mister. Pretending to string everybody up
like that. I gotta hand it to you. You know, I like people who can think because they usually... ...have enough sense
not to get themselves killed. Why not be sensible, Django,
and play your cards right? You know,
I might give you a job, maybe. Django, it was Garcia. He convinced the others
to do what he said to get the gold first. Wallace and me
refused to go along with him. He killed Wallace but I got away.
Sorry, I... - Hm. You don't know anything?
- No. But you're in with Garcia. (Django gasps for breath) No! (Yells) That's plenty. You two stay here and guard him. Send somebody to call me
as soon as he comes to. (♪ Jaunty piano music in distance) (Horace) It's Lucas. Come on. (♪ Music stops) Evening, David. You're getting old, Lucas. It was an accident.
Unavoidable. I pay you to avoid them.
All of them. You shouldn't talk to me like that, David. I've worked for you since you began.
Accidents happen. For five years you had your nerves
under control. Now you don't. Maybe you're tired. Maybe. I warned you
that gold was important to me. You can't put the governor off
with a lot of excuses and empty promises, and you know it. You haven't picked a very good time
to be tired. Let me worry about that.
I'll find where they hid it. I don't think
they can bring it out of the country. There are federal troops
guarding the border. They may try to get rid of it
by selling the gold. In that case
the receiver is sure to contact me. What if they go into another state? We have a trump card. The man who caused the trouble.
The one who organised everything. We'll let him out and
he'll lead us to where the gold's hidden. - Who is he?
- The local hangman. Goes by the name of Django. What is it? Django.
You idiot. You really are tired.
You must have lost your memory. (♪ Piano playing in distance) - You got any dice?
- Yeah. Yes, Django.
It's me. Are you surprised? Five years ago I advised you
to join up with me. Remember? I promised you
honour and wealth then. Remember? You wouldn't listen to me.
You were wrong. You filthy murderer. Yeah.
The same old arrogance. The same stupid and naive Django. Five years. Five years
and you haven't changed a bit. I bet you're still dreaming
about that cosy farmhouse with a pretty girl to look after you. How did you put it? "To wait happily for the Judgment Day." Wasn't that it? I've only one thing left. Hate. Yeah, and even hate has a price. If you help me recover the gold,
one fourth will be yours. My wife's life was worth a lot more. That was an accident.
She was a woman. Why worry?
There are plenty of others like her. Leave him alone, Lucas. He's been beaten enough. He's stubborn. I know. But it's worth trying to break him. If he hasn't decided to cooperate
in a couple of hours I'd finish him off, but...with a pistol. After all, he was a friend. Come on. (Woman laughing) (Woman) Oh, stop it. Behave yourself. Johnny, please, you're hurting me. (Mercedes laughing) Don't do that, I can't breathe. Johnny, you're so rough. (Laughing) Why are you laughing?
Who are you talking to? (Groans) Oh, darling, you're so big and strong. (Mercedes laughing) (Groans) He won't be needing these
so we can use them. Come on.
Hurry. Hey.
I'm right behind you. Let's go. Wake up, Django.
We're here. Go find some water. (Groans) Django.
Django, wake up. Django. They sure turned you
into a mashed potato. Come on, now.
On your feet, boy. That's the spirit.
Come on. That's it.
That's it. You'll feel better after this. Where are Lucas and the others? It'll be a miracle if you escape, Django,
so don't go looking for more trouble. - Tell me where they are.
- They're in the saloon. I need some dynamite. I know my husband betrayed you. - Why did he do it?
- I don't know. Where is Garcia? I don't know where he is. If it's true what they say, I'll force him to come to you
and make it up somehow. (Horace) Shh.
Someone's coming. (♪ Piano playing) Alvarez!
Alvarez! Clear everybody out.
We got work to do. All right, everybody outside. (Indistinct dialogue) - I wonder where Lucas got to now.
- Always got something cooking. (Barry) I'm tired of listening
to your excuses, Lucas. I can't use you and your gang
if you don't get things right. From now on, one person will be made
to account for the men's actions and nobody will take any initiative
without informing me. I don't want any more
of your stupid bungling. I need a torch and about a dozen rifles. The dynamite was bad enough. Where am I going to find
a dozen rifles, dear boy? Have you changed your mind?
I thought you were going to blow them up. There's someone inside
who's more interesting alive. (Scraping) (Gasps) We'll see if Django feels like talking now. Go on, before they can discover I'm gone. I'll wait for you
on the other side of the saloon. Hm! Tell me something, Lucas. If we found out all this was a trick to keep the gold away
from where it was supposed to go, what would you do about it? OK, that's enough, David. Watch what you're saying. It was I got you started, David. Without me you'd be a non-entity. So I don't want any more of this talk
after I've done so much for you. Hm. Uh-uh. Wait here. If the hangman won't talk, we'll have to work out some way
to get that gold back. I had to rob the general store.
I'll end up in jail. You see that ladder
over the side of the saloon? - You climb up there.
- (Exhales) When you hear firing from the other side,
you start firing too. You won't hit anybody,
but it doesn't matter. Just make a lot of noise. Won't hit anyone?
Are you loony? Ask anyone here in town
who it was who won second prize in the bow and arrow contest
in the Sunday school picnic. It was third, not second. But see you stay under cover. I got you. Check the other end of town. Django's escaped.
He shot both the men that were on guard. - Bill is checking the other end of town.
- You imbeciles. That must be him.
Quick, get the men together. - Fire!
- Over there! Go and get water! You men, get outside.
Sam, George, come with me. Come on, let's go. Back inside! Cowards. You're all going out there
together with me. I'll shoot anybody
who doesn't get a move on. Lucas! Lucas.
Remember five years ago? A shipment of gold from the mines. A wagon, a man, a woman. She was my wife. You killed her. All right, come on out, Lucas.
Come on out while there's still time. Outside. Help me out of here!
Help me! Come out.
Come out! (Screams) Help me!
Help! Help me!
Help! The border's that way.
Two miles the other side of the river. Maybe we're better off waiting
until sunset, don't you think? It's all right.
You can cross safely here. This ford never is patrolled. Yah! Wait. I will not go with you. - No? And why not?
- I want to get my family. I want also to cross this river,
but not alone. We all have wives and children too. We'll just have to think about them later. I have made up my mind. Uh... what about the gold?
What'll we do? I'll take my part. Yeah, you will.
What is your part? Whatever I can get. (Laughs) - How's that?
- <i>Adiós.</i> All right, let's go. Single file. (Gunshot) (Gunshot) (Knock at door) Come in. Excuse me, sir, but there's a person here
who wants to speak with you. I don't wish to be disturbed. Howdy, chief. - Where are your men?
- In Farmer City. Send them up to the sierra,
to Altus County, right away. But Lucas is there. Was there. - He made a mistake.
- Who was it? The local hangman.
Calls himself Django. It's him you want? Yeah. But um... alive. He's the only one who knows
where a certain load of gold ended up. (Bell tolling) He's here. He has the gold with him. - He's staying out of sight.
- Where? (Sighs) Are you going to kill him? No. Afterwards what will become of us? I only want him
to give back what he has stolen. Save my husband. You saved our lives before.
I don't know why. I beg of you, let Garcia come back home
to live again as before. It doesn't depend on me. It's in my house. A cabin about a mile from here
on the road to Altus. - Will you come with me?
- No. You follow me. Wait a little. You're Django, ain't you? (Laughs) Barry said to bring you back alive. Don't try anything. Pick it up by the barrel
and give it to me. Make it fast! (Yells and groans) Pack the bedding.
<i>Vamos.</i> Are you leaving, Garcia? Stop. Garcia! Don't kill him, Django.
You promised. Is it all there? Forgive him. Pat says he killed Wallace. Wallace and many men. You know what made me do it. All my life I've been poor and hungry. It's the same for my wife here. We couldn't keep on living like this. I'm not the judge or the sheriff. I only know you betrayed my trust. I owe my life to you, Django. And once I saved yours. The debt is paid. Take all the gold and leave us in peace. Come on. This time you'll have to do
exactly what I tell you. Now, be a good girl
and be quiet in church. Up we go. What's wrong? I'll join you right away, all right? All right, dear. Good morning, sir. Excuse me for having dared
to come to your house. I'm here about something...
I know will interest you, sir. Which is? What's it about? I know who stole the gold of Las Cruces. (Horse whinnies) I'm alone, right?
Where's your husband? Garcia.
Garcia. Well?
Where's the gold? Can I be sure
of what you promise me, sir? Here's $5,000, as promised. Lucas offered me much more money. I made the deal with your wife,
not with Lucas. You can count it later. Now
think about handing the gold over to me. It's hidden.
In the cemetery at Altus. Where's it hidden? There. Whose grave are you digging there? Yours. - I'm here for the gold.
- Is that so? Shall we discuss it? I'll let you have half of it. That's a good offer.
You'd better accept. My wife's life was worth a lot more. In the past I've given you advice, Django,
but you wouldn't listen. Now I've offered you
one more proposition, but this is the last one. Why don't you just forget that old story
forever and get on with things? I'd like to save your life. For five years you've robbed and killed. Your debt to justice is pretty big. Now I have advice for you. Pay up. (Laughs) I pay?
Well, that's stupid. No. He didn't betray you. It was you and your obstinate idea
that I'm stupid like you. I offer you 50 per cent of that gold. Huh?
What do you say? That's a shame. I'm afraid this is the last advice
I will give you. The dead are in their graves,
understand, and you are dead. You've been dead for five years. This is your grave, mister. Dig. - (Barry) Ready, boys?
- Yah-ha! (Horse whinnies) (Gasping for breath) Here, Mercedes. It's yours. - Take it.
- Thank you. No, it's for you. (Django sighs) Adiós, Django. ♪ Lie ♪ Sometimes you'd better lie ♪ A man like you
must keep his pain inside ♪ Inside ♪ I know it's hard to be alone ♪ The day you miss someone ♪
