:03:03
Howdy.
:03:05
Come on lad.
:03:08
Hurry up, don't be afraid.
:03:46
You want to play games, pendejo?
:03:47
You red-assed Mexican greaser.
You do it with your horse!
:03:51
- Mexican greaser!
- Come here you little white chicken shit!
:03:54
Greaser! Greaser...
Come on greaser, cut me there!
:03:56
Hey, hey! Knock it off,
knock it off, hey!
:03:58
- Cut me there, Mexican!
- Hey! Knock it off! You know better, Chavez!
:04:04
- Navajo! Navajo!
- Enough!
:04:08
John's back. Now wash it up
and in your supper clothes! Now!
:04:12
Both of you!
:04:21
Who are them?
:04:23
"They", William. "Who are they?"
:04:27
They are the boys of the dregs...
:04:29
the flotsam and jetsam
of frontier society, if you will.
:04:34
We got room in the
bunkhouse, my young man.
:04:37
If you don't want to stay, the Santa Fe
runs out of Albuquerque in the morning.
:04:42
Glad you're back, Doc.
Stile hold the rope, inside.
:04:46
- John bring another hard case in?
- Hope it ain't another Mexican.
:04:49
Mexican-Indian,
you son-of-a-bitch!
:04:51
If you do wish to stay, well,
we have just the job for you.