[Tuco spits on the ground as he's carried into town. His hands are tied behind on his back, and he's slung over Blondie's horse like a rug]
Tuco:
¡Hijo de una puta que te parió! You'll pay for this! I hope you end up in a graveyard, with the cholera and the rabies and the plague! Cut me loose! Cut me loose, you filthy bastard! Put me down! I hope your mother ends up in a two-dollar whorehouse! Cut me loose! Cut me loose!
[Blondie arrives at the Sheriff's office]
Tuco:
Let me go, and I'll pardon you. Let me go! I think I feel sick. The blood is bursting through my...
[Blondie pulls Tuco off the horse and holds him against an awning beam]
Tuco:
I'm dry, Blondie. Water...
[He spits in Blondie's face and laughs giddily. Blondie slaps him]
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