Lucky in Love/dialogues

[Landon is playing cards in Chuparosa.]

Man: I fold. No tengo nada.

Landon: Gentlemen, gentlemen, I thank you. Oh yeah. Hey, Mr. Marston. How you keeping, sir?

Marston: Just fine, thank you. And you? Very well, sir. Thank God my wife died. Unlucky in love, lucky in cards. Garçon, champagne for everyone!

Man 2: Keep playing, Mr. Ricketts.

Landon: Oh I'm sorry, Herr Muller. I'll keep playing you in servitude for the rest of your life on earth, if that makes you happy! Yes, I shall indeed, sir.

Muller: Well then, your deal.

Landon: Marston, would you like to join us?

Marston: I don't think so, I'm just going to have a drink.

Landon: Oh come on, sit down, sit down.

Marston: Okay then, gentlemen.

Muller: Na mach schon! What convenient timing for a friend to join, Mr. Ricketts. I'll be watching you.

Landon: Muller, we might have to send you off prospecting for more silver soon.

Muller: Not for me.

Landon: Mr. Marston, I hope you realize you're in the presence of one of the keenest German minds in all of Mexico.

[Marston ends up winning.]

Landon: Look at that, a little beginner's luck. I'll take a whiskey, if you're buying, Muller. You know what I always say, Muller: if you find yourself in a hole, it's best to stop digging.

[Marston wins the next hand, too.]

Muller: You fucking cheat!

Marston: Excuse me?

Muller: You fucking looked at my fucking cards, you fucking cheat.

Landon: Now, Herr Muller, let's calm down. There must be some mistake.

Muller: There is no mistake. Your Yankee friend here is a fucking cheat.

Marston: Easy there, Germany. Calm yourself down.

Muller: Oh yeah...you know exactly what you did.

Marston: Yeah, I know exactly what I did, friend, which was nothing. Now I'd prefer it if we could all play a friendly game and no one get hurt.

Muller: You, you planted this guy, Ricketts.

Landon: Now, why would I do that? I've already beaten you. Now, calm down and let's finish the game.

Muller: There is no more card game.

[He draws his gun, and everyone else does at the table as well.]

Landon: Ease up there, friend.

Muller: There must be a name for this.

Landon: An impasse, sir. An impasse. We can all die, here and now.

Muller: I'm not fighting you, Ricketts, but the Yankee. Him I don't like.

Landon: He's done you no harm, Muller.

Muller: He's done me no good, either. Outside, winner takes the pot.

Landon: The winner will take what he wants. The other man, will be in no position to argue.

Muller: Sanchez will be my second.

Marston: As you wish, Germany. As you wish.

Landon: Walk with me, John. I want to make sure you know how this is gonna work. A duel is all about timing. If you pull your gun too soon, you'll be less accurate. After you draw, pick your shots carefully, like I showed you. Once you've picked your marks, the rest, my friend, is in the hands of fate.

Muller: Come on, Yankee! I am a busy man.

Landon: As soon as he draws, put him down!

Muller: You should have stayed home, Yankee!

[John puts his opponent down with a swift headshot.]

Landon: (laughing) Old Muller always did play his cards too early. Come on, we've earned ourselves a drink. I think Mr. Muller is buying.

[They get their drinks and toast.]

Marston: Your health.

[A man comes over with a woman in an armlock.]

Man: You! The man they call Marston, si! You like killing? Watch me cut her throat.

Marston: Nice friends you got here, Mr. Ricketts.

Man: tú y yo, Marston. Eh, peleamos ahora, eh? We fight now!

[Marston duels and blows the guy's head off, but more banditos come out.]

Landon: God, can't a man drink in peace? Come on, smoke these bastards up!

[They eliminate the morons.]

Landon: Well, I think we can safely say this poker game is over.

[They survey the bodies.]

Landon: Well, I must say, you tourists certainly bring peace and prosperity to this land. Then again, I doubt Muller will be missed.

Marston: He wasn't much of a poker player.

[They tip their hats and part ways.]