The last of the Mohicans, the new Super Bang Bang, Michael Gustav with Kid Moringueira, terrified by the decision of the famous cowboy to withdraw definitively from Hollywood. The big shots of the cinema, with Mr. Harrison in front, appealed to their Christian feelings, they invented a series of gossip and finally gave society to the most famous galan of the Far West. After marches and countermarches, the second episode of the series appears on the screen, The dangers of Moringueira, the last of the Mohicans. I had sworn to my mother for all my life not to get involved in any more trouble. After the fall of the bandit, in which the Indian saved me, I decided to lead a quiet life. I bought a place and was already going to raise chickens. When the news in a newspaper filled me with hatred, a bandit imprisoned that Indian, who saved me in the first episode. And the widow of the bandit I killed, with whom I married in front of the local priest, sold my ranch and ran away to Nevada, in love with an old marginal. And my fiancée, for whom I loved fighting so much, was found in a salon out of line. How can a gunman retire, buy a place and want to raise chickens? I want to have a chicken coop. I got on a lighter horse again. In Hollywood, Harry Stone was waiting for me. John called the extras to the scene, while the camera was no longer focusing. The fight now was with the Mohican Indians, who slowly push us through the pipes. I spread myself, painted my face and got the machadinha. And with the princess I started dating. I returned to the village, I defeated the enemies, I saved the Indian, I paid my debt. I had a *** in the widow, my fiancée, in that same cabaret I married. I'm going to finish, but this American film, Hollywood is a little disillusioned. I'm going to go to the Italian cinema, to rest, I'm going to affirm the pain of life. Don't film now, because censorship doesn't want a prohibited scene. Near me, Mastroianni won't even start. Sofia Lolli is coming, but I'm already leaving. Goodbye, Rome. Hey, Concheta, Peppino, come here. My heart is beating. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.
