Red Dead Redemption

The Gunslinger's Tragedy

(John Marston and Maddie Morgan walk into town.)

Bandit 2: ¿Y qué pasó con el otro? (And what happened to the other one?)

Bandit 1: No interrumpas, pendejo. Lo dejé en la casa. Y les digo. (Don't interrupt me, asshole. I put him in the house and I left him.)

Bandit 1: De aquí para acá, chingan a su madre. (From here on in, just go fuck your mother.)

Bandit 2: ¿Para qué los...? (For what...?)

Bandit 1: Cállese, güey. Y de aquí para acá, son pendejos. (Shut up, dude. Everyone around here's a jerk.)

(They see John and Maddie.)

Bandit 2: Eh, un forastero. (Hey, a stranger.)

Bandit 1: Quédate ahí. (Stay here.)

Bandit 1: Eh, gringo, ¿hablas español? (Hey, gringo, you speak Spanish?)

John: No, sir. Pardon, pero, yo habla un solo poquito español. Habla English? (Sorry, but, I only speak a little bit of Spanish. Speak English?)

Bandit 1: Sí, gringo, Hablo mucho inglés. Hablo "filthy fucking bean eater." Hablo "slippery little Mexican." Hablo "little piece of shit." ¿Comprende amigo? ¿Comprende?. (Yes, gringo, I speak much English. I speak "filthy fucking bean eater." I speak "slippery little Mexican." I speak "little piece of shit." Understand, my friend? Understand?) Hey, what are you doing here, gringo? I don't remember inviting you to my country.

Maddie: I don't think you did, amigo. I mean you no harm.

Bandit 1: You mean us no harm? This is funny! What harm could you do to us, exactly?

John: Nothing, amigo. Now, I appreciate the welcome committee but I'd hate to spoil a beautiful afternoon on such beautiful land with any further unpleasantries. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Bandit 1: Ah, hold it, gringo. I think you are forgetting something. A little taxation. I have a large family.

Maddie: I too have a family, friend. So that we may see our families again, I suggest we part ways amicably.

(One bandit steals their hats.)

Bandit 1: Can I see the boots, gringo?

John: I think you can see them just fine from where you're standing, señor.

Bandit 1: Take off the boots, Americano.

Maddie: As you wish.

(They kneel but then shoots them all, taking their hats back.)

Man: Oh, very good. Very good indeed, sir and ma'am. What a great way to improve border relations. An illiterate farmer crossing the river, coming into this civilization and butchering the local peasants. Thank you very much, sir and ma'am.

John: Don't mention it, old man.

Man: You kill peasants, you become a peasant.

Maddie: I never aspired to be anything more.

Man: Ah, a socialist, huh? No wonder you left America.

John: I am many things, most of them bad, but a man of political principles, no.

Man: Well then, I fear Mexico may not be for you, sir and ma'am.

Maddie: Don't you worry about me.

Man: Oh, but I do worry. An angry man and woman, a long way from home. A man and woman who handles their guns as sloppy as you.

John: I can handle a gun okay, partner.

Man: Yeah, as long as you're killing quail or peasants. But if you have to face another man, you don't stand a chance.