All language subtitles for Bonanza - S01E16 - El Toro Grande.eng

DRIVER:
Hyah!

700, 800, 900...

15,000.

It's a lot of money
for one animal, Ben.

(chuckling)

Yes, it is.

Wait till you see
this animal.

Bye.

(horse snorting)

Here's your money belt, son.

You sure this is gonna fit
around him, Pa?

Pa, I don't know.

$10,000 for one bull.

Sure a lot of money.

That Don Xavier-- now,
he's a sharp trader.

Now if you have to
go to 12,000,

you go ahead.

And, uh, you two got
any ideas

about taking a siesta
in sunny California--

just forget it.

You get back here
as soon as you can.

Oh, don't you worry, Adam.
I'll take care of Hoss.

I won't let him
get involved

with any of those
dark-eyed señoritas.

Don't you worry none
about old Hoss.

I can take care of them
señoritas.

Well, you make sure you
look after that bull.

I don't want anything
to happen to him.

Prometeo el Segundo
llama Encarnado--

that's the best seed bull west
of the Mississippi.

Yeah, that sure is a lot
of bull, all right, Pa!

(laughing)

So long, Pa.

Bye now.
Adios!

$15,000.

That's a pretty big boy to be
carrying all that money.

Don't matter to me.

Big or small-- they all
fall dead the same way.

(theme song playing)

Hey, Hoss?
Hmm?

Remember that little Spanish
gal in Virginia City

caused all
the excitement?

Yep.
That was just one gal.

Now we're going
where they grow 'em.

(horse whinnying)

Now, Little Joe,
you listen here.

If I catch you anyt...
Shh!

(cocking guns)

Hey, don't shoot!

We're friends.

Keep your gun
on him.

My...

my partner's horse threw him.

I think he's got his ribs
stove in.

Give me a hand with him,
will you?

Thanks.
Sit down, right
there.

Think you might have
a cracked rib?

Yeah, feels like it.

(horses whinnying)

That, uh, coffee looks
mighty good.

Go ahead, help yourself.

Here, let me-- let
me look at it.

Use that gun,
I'll kill your brother.

Ah, now let's have
that 15,000.

$15,000? Are you kidding?

Think I'd be eating beans
if I had $15,000?

Get it.

Look, I...
HOSS:
Little Joe...

when two fellas wants it
as bad as these two do,

I... I reckon

the only thing me and you
can do is give it to 'em.

Yeah, but, Hoss...
Little Joe,

give it to 'em.

All right.

(horses whinnying)

This one's dead.

Yeah. So is this one.

I didn't mean
to hit him that hard.

Well, they don't deserve it,
but let's bury them.

(dogs barking)

The dogs are barking
the "strange people" bark.

Americanos. Two of them.

WOMAN:
Handsome?

Uh-huh, one of them.

If I were only 20 years younger.

I am.

And betrothed, no?

Now, there's the vision
of a man, Tia Teresa.

Such insupportable
wickedness.

One's marriage bans
are posted.

Ay, may the saints
defend us.

Floriana, use oil of roses
in my bath, and be generous.

Sí, niña.

I'll wear the white lace

and the mantón de Manila.

Ay, Diosmío.

She should have been
married a year ago.

There will be trouble.

Señor Cartwright?
Señor Joseph Cartwright?

Sí, señor. You must be
Don Xavier Lazarro.

That's right.
This is my brother, Hoss.

How are you, sir?
Hoss?

Well, I got
another name, Eric.

But nobody never calls me
that except Pa sometimes,

when he's kind
of sore at me.

You just call me Hoss.
Hoss...

Hoss. Hoss, el caballo.

Caballo?
Ah! Ha-ha-ha!

Ah, sí, sí, sí.

Mucho gusto,
Señor Caballo.

(laughs)

Adelante, señores.

Hey, my name
ain't Señor Caballo.

(chuckles):
Come on.

Ah, Eduardo.

Come in, you are welcome.

This is Señor
Joseph Cartwright.

And his brother,
Señor Caballo Cartwright.

This is Señor Eduardo
Vasconceles y Montalban.

My neighbor and, soon
to be, my son-in-law.

Caballo?

Oh, not exactly.
My real name is Hoss.

Tengo gusto
servidor de ustedes.

Yeah, likewise.

How do you do?

You do not speak
Spanish, señors?

Well, not nearly
as well as you speak
English, I'm sure.

Here's to the acquisition
of the finest

seed bull in the
Western world,

Prometeus el Segundo
Llama Encarnado.

Ain't that pretty
much of a mouthful?

Oh, the vaqueros call
him "El Rojo Grande."

Big Red.

Yeah, Big Red.
That's much better.

We'll call him Big Red.
(chuckles)

You surprise me,
Don Xavier.

You are selling Prometeo?

Oh, I still have two
of his young sons.

And what have the Yanquis
done to deserve

the best Hereford
bull in all California?

Oh, we don't want
to take all the credit.

I think that, uh, our
$10,000 had a lot
to do with it.

$10,000?

You are much too easy,
Don Xavier.

Eduardo, we agreed on
a price this morning.

The matter is
consummated.

That is American thievery.

He is worth
at least 20.

DON XAVIER:
Please, Eduardo.

These gentlemen
are guests.

A thousand pardons,
Don Xavier.

Forgive me if I have
offended by being too loyal.

I only wish these
gentlemen had me
to deal with.

Yeah, well, if you ever happen
to have anything I might want,

señor, I'd be happy
to deal with you.

EDUARDO:
Cayetana.

Tia Teresa.

Doña Maria Teresa,
Cayetana,

with your permission,
may I present Señor
Caballo Cartwright.

Señor.

And his brother,
Joseph Cartwright.

Señor.

I have great pleasure
to meet you, Señor.

I have greater
pleasure, ma'am.

Let me give
you some wine.

Come.

Señor Cartwright.

It was my impression
that Americans

excelled in all things.

How is it that you must
come to Monterey for a bull?

Oh, they got
Herefords back East.

Henry Clay imported them
in Kentucky way back in '17.

HOSS:
Besides, our pa
wanted Big Red.

He's got
the best bloodline.

EDUARDO:
I'm aware of
this, señores.

I think Eduardo hoped to buy
Prometeo for himself.

Eduardo, you should
have spoken sooner.

Prometeo does not
belong to me anymore.

Shall we go
to dinner?

* Anda dile que no cante

* Que mi corazon lastima

* Que pajarito es aquel

* Que cantaba
en aquella higuera? *

* Y anda dile que no cante

* Que espera que yo me muera.

Epiphanio, what
is the matter?

They sold
El Rojo Grande.

Don Xavier
sold El Rojo Grande.

How many times I told you

not to say a big lie
to your papacito?

It is true.
I heard them say so.

I was at the window
of the hacienda.

Don Xavier.

Don Xavier, he can never do such
a thing like that.

To whom did he sell it to?

Two men, Americanos
from the high country.

The poor bull...
the poor torito.

He will freeze to death
in such a country like that.

You know how our son feels
about El Rojo Grande.

Valiente, do something
to help him, por favor.

I will do something.

I will pray.

I will pray to Saint Jude
the Obscure.

He's the patron
of the impossible things.

Papa, can't you pray
to a saint better known?

Like Saint Francis,
the one who loves all animals?

Saint Francis--
I will pray for him also.

Yo, tambien.
Meanwhile, let's sing.

Let's be happy.
Let's be happy.

* Que bonito pajarillo

* Que cantaba en aquella lima

* Anda dile que no cante,
que mi corazon lastima... *

You will not go to the cold
country in the hills

where you will starve.

What a wickedness
to send you to such a place.

And no one to brush you

and scratch the places
where flies bite.

Those Anglos
will want to eat you.

(snorts)

Don't look like that.

They won't eat you.

They won't even
take you away.

My father, he is praying.

Do you think the good saints

will let them
do this wickedness?

My father, he is
praying to Saint Jude
and Saint Francis.

And my mother
is also praying.

Me, too, I am praying.

But maybe the good saints aren't
listening so good today.

(snorts)

I won't let them take you.

Honest, I won't.

(sniffling)

And now, gentlemen, you
will see the great prize bull

that you have come
so far to obtain.

El Rojo Grande.

HOSS:
Whereabouts is he?

But I do not understand.

Only this morning, I brought him
from the shore meadows.

Perhaps he has been stolen.

DON XAVIER:
Stolen?

Oh, but that
is ridiculous.

Huh.

I have it.

Find the son
of Valiente Lopez

and you will
find the bull.

Floriana, have
vaqueros bring horses
to the hacienda.

Sí, señor.
Come with me.

(donkey braying)

Valiente?
¿Sí, señor?

Where is your son?

My son, Epiphanio?
Sí.

I don't know, señor.

Well, ask your wife.

Ask my wife?

Dicen los señores, los señores
americanos y al patron

que donde esta el chamaco
que lo andan buscando

porque creen
que se llevo el toro.

Preguntan, contestalos,
no te ponga nerviosa.

Yo no se
para donde
se habra ido.

Estaba aqui
hace un momento
con el toro.

Uh, she don't know.
Well, where is the bull?

You looking for the bull
or Epiphanio, señor?

Well, Big Red's all
we want to find right now.

Do you know where he is?

The bull?
I don't know, señor.

No se.
Ask your wife.

My wife?

Andale, pronto, contesta mujer.
Dicen que andan buscando.

Pronto, que contesta,
porque no-no...

no hay que hacer con... si no
hay el toro, mujer. ¡Pronto!

El toro, el toro, no se a
donde se fue. Estaba aqui.

Me acabo de ver, pero ahora
no se. ¡No se, Valiente!

She still
don't know, señores.

Little Joe, if we
don't get that bull,

Pa is going to be
mighty disappointed.

Yeah, where do
we start looking?

Wait a minute, señores.

Wait a minute.

I think I can help you.

Because where... where
the bull is, the boy is.

And where the boy is,
the bull is.
(mumbling)

You know that's how it is.

Yeah, that
makes sense, yeah.

Yeah, the bull's with the boy,
and the boy's with the bull.

Eso, eso.
That's what he said.

(door opens and closes)

The horses are ready,
Don Xavier.

Good. Valiente, you will
ride with us.

Sí, señor.
Vámonos.

You have much cattle rustling
around here, señor?

Very little.

There are few Americans
in this part of California.

Oh, you have a very
funny sense of humor.

I know.

Incidentally, I notice
that you appreciate

more than just cattle, señor.

Meaning what?

Meaning that I am betrothed
to Señorita Cayetana.

Or do you not know
the meaning of this word?

I know the meaning of
many words, señor,

including good manners.

Little Joe.
Look, forget it, Hoss.

He's been riding me
ever since I got here.

As far as your girlfriend is
concerned, you can forget it.

I came here to get a bull.

You will stay close
to your father at all
times, Cayetana.

Of course, Tia Teresa.

The Monte is hardly a fitting
place for a young lady at night.

It is the rancho
of my father, Eduardo.

I know every
tree and rock.

But there are bears and mountain
lions about at night.

And coyotes, but they are
notorious cowards.

Yeah, I know.

May I?
Of course.

(horse neighs)

He is your son, Valiente.

Where would you say
the boy has taken
the bull, huh?

No man can go into the
mind of another, patron.

Not even that
of his own child.

Perhaps he has taken it to
the old sheepherder's barraca.

Sheepherder's what?

The old sheepherder's house.

It is so close by.

DON XAVIER:
Well, the boy couldn't have
taken the bull very far.

Anyway, we will separate.

Cayetana,
you will ride with me.

But, papa...

Muchachos, vámonos.

(growling)

(growling)

(bull growling)

Gently, gently.

Have no fear.

El oso will not
approach the fire.

Little Joe, you
reckon that young'un

might've took that
bull off down there to that

sheepherder's...
whatever she called it?

Oh, you mean the shack?
Yeah.

No, I don't
think so, Hoss.

Maybe we ought to check
it out anyhow. Come on.
Hey, wait a minute.

Wait-- it's no use
wasting our time
both looking.

Why don't we split up?
You-You top out that
rim rock up there

and I'll head on down
to the shack, see if
there's anything there.

I'll meet you back here.
Good.

(growling)

You see, Rojo Grande,
el oso has gone away.

There is nothing to fear.

(growling)

Rojo Grande,
my dear Rojo Grande,

I love you.

I won't let the Americanos
take you away.

I will keep the fire bright.

No bears or bad things

from the dark
will come to harm you.

(thunder rumbles)

Please, Saint Francis.

Please don't let the rain come
to put our fire out.

You must keep the bear away.

(thunderclap)
It's not much of a rain,
but it sure came up fast.

The storms are always
sudden here,

and very strong.

Yeah, I know.

How'd you manage to get
away from your father?

Oh, it was simple.

He went one way
and I went the other.

Oh, that's fine.

Are you not pleased
that I did so?

Sure, I am.

You are a gentleman.

Are you not?

I think so.

And I can trust you, can I not?

Well, sure.
Sure you can.

Then why don't
you kiss me?

Why don't I k-kiss you?

Are you afraid
of Eduardo?

Eduardo? No.

Are you afraid
of my father?

Your father? No.

Uh, look, I'm, I'm not...
I'm not afraid of anybody.

Now, uh, why don't you
go over and sit over there?

Then-Then you won't
have to be afraid of me.

And, uh, I won't ha-have
to be afraid of me.

(sighs)

I think it
is disgusting.

You are just
like a Spaniard.

You think all women
are without virtue.

Oh, I didn't say
anything like that. I...

Oh, but you thought it.

Always, we are
kept behind bars or...

or watched by some
old eagle of a duena
until we marry.

And then, our wicked,
jealous husbands

watch us and spy on us

until we are old
and fat... and dead.

Hey, well, I still didn't
say anything about...

I have been told

that the Americanos
treat their women
with respect

and trust.

Well, we-we do, but...
we just...

Then kiss me one
time and prove it.

Yeah, well, we-we, uh...

And prove it.

Prove it?

(thunderclap)

How can you stand there
drinking coffee?

At this very moment,
our poor little angel

may be lost or...
or devoured by a bear.

Ha!

Cayetana knows
every meter of this
rancho, Doña Maria.

And if she should
encounter a bear,

I feel sorry for the bear.

Perhaps the Yanquis
are with her.

They have not returned as yet.

No, neither of
them has returned.

She mentioned an abandoned
sheepherder's hut.

Do you suppose that...?

Let us go and find out.

I do not trust
these Yanquis.
Sí.

(bear growling)

(horse neighs)

EPIPHANIO:
¡El oso! El oso!

(bull growls)

¡El oso! El oso!

(bull growls)

Get out of the way, boy!
Get out of the way!

(gun clicks twice)

(Hoss grunts, bear growls)

(thudding)
(bear growling)

(growling stops)

(blowing)

(spits)

¿El oso muerto?

Huh?

Dead?

Yeah, he's dead.

You can't hardly blame
that old bear, though.

Poor old thing was just
naturally hungry

and was trying to find him
something to eat, that's all.

I think it would make a small
difference to Prometeo

if he is to be eaten
by el oso or you.

Eat him?

Why, you poor
little splinter, you.

You think we was going
to butcher your bull?

You are not?

Why, you want to bet
your boots we ain't.

We paid a bunch of money
for that bull, son.

We're going to take him back up
to the Ponderosa

and put him out with...

Let him...

Let him marry a bunch of cows.

He will like that.

(bull snorts)

Then he'll have many
strong sons and daughters

with the red coat
and white face.

Yeah.

I reckon he will.

Will they put me in jail
for stealing your bull?

No, sir. Ain't nobody
going to put you in jail.

Then I am your servant
for all time.

I go with you and El Rojo
Grande to the high country,

even if I freeze
to death also.

Well, we'll see.

I think I will not marry
with Eduardo, after all.

Even if he is rich.

Well, why not?

You wanted to marry
him a little while ago.

I have always wanted
to marry an Americano.

Oh, well, uh...

Well, look, Cayetana, I...

I-I never intended to-to
break up anybody's

marriage... marriage plans.

Sometimes... sometimes love is
stronger than intentions.

Don't you love me?

Oh, sure.
Why, sure, I love you.

I-I love you like a sister.

A sister?!

(thud)

You would kiss a sister
the way you kiss me?!

(stammers): Yeah, well,
a close sister.
Oh! What a monster!

What a liar!

You! You!
Yeah...

Well, I-I-I didn't really
mean like a sister.

Wh-What I meant was...

that I-I have a...
I forgive you.

I forgive you, my darling.

(distant galloping)

It is Eduardo
and my father.

They will make you
marry with me.

Oh, no.
You have compromised me.

I did what?!

You have compromised me.

The heck I did!

Father, thank heavens
you are safe.

I was so worried about you
after that dreadful storm.

And why did you slip away
from me in the dark?

Why did I slip away?
Why, you...

Where is Señor
Cartwright?

How should I know?

Come-- we will return
to the hacienda.

You're sure Señor Cartwright
has not been with you?

What right have you
to accuse me?

(hoofbeats, men hollering)

I am your
husband-to-be.

I am not so sure
about that.

We will discuss
that later.

But one thing
I am sure of...

if Señor Cartwright
has been with you,

I will kill him.

(dog barking, bell ringing)

How come he can't ride
in just an ordinary wagon?

Because, señor...

he is not an ordinary bull.

This animal has traveled
12,000 miles around the Horn,

and he must continue
to travel in comfort.

HOSS:
Yeah.

$500 worth of comfort
just for a bull.

(thumping wagon)
Ah... soft as a bride's bed.

Sounds like
highway robbery to me.

All just for a bull.

DON XAVIER:
This is just
not a bull.

This bull's name

is Prometeo el Segundo...
Yeah, I know,
I've heard all that,

but to me, he's still
just plain ol' Rojo Grande.
Ah!

Now, point is...
Hoss, Hoss,
you know,

th-there's a lot of things
more important than a bull.

Know what I mean?--
So why don't you just

give him the money and
let's get out of here.

Well, there you
are, señor.

It's a lot of money--
you better count it.

Ah... that isn't
necessary, señor.

Floriana, take this
into the house, please.

Sí, Patron.

Come on, Red,
let's go.

(bull bleating, Hoss laughing)

EPIPHANIO:
Have mercy, señores.

You can see
he does not want to go.

Yeah, I can see that.

It's like some folks, Red,

when you got to go,
you got to go.

(lowing)

Oh, please.

Not like that.

I will show you.

(chuckles):
Oh, no!

Forgive me, Rojo Grande,
forgive me.

But when you got to go,
you got to go.

Adios, Señor Lazarro.
Adios, adios.

Giddyup!

(dog barking)

There, that
ought to be enough.

Oh, no, señor.

Need big fire, all night.

Hear a mountain
lion scream.

Mmm...

(hisses)

Thanks a lot.

(distant singing in Spanish)

What was that?

It is all right, señor.

It is only
my mama and papa.

Your ma and pa?

Sí, señor.

One of the burro had baby,
and they cannot travel

more faster than
the baby burro can walk.

* Pajarillo... *

* Y anda dile que no cante

* Que espera que yo me muera.

(burro braying)

(song ends)

Sorry to be late, señores.

But it was
the baby burrito.

But tomorrow, we start
an hour before you.

Good. But, but
where you going?

Where we are going,
señores? I don't know.

Don't you?
Now, hold on just a minute.

We done took on one young'un,
a fancy wagon

and a team of horses
that we wasn't counting on.

You think we're going
to take on...
But, señor.

A person's mother
and father always go
where they go.

You would make me
an orphan,

and my mother and father
childless.

Oh, no, señor.

You are too kind heart
for that.

Oh, this kid's got
you all figured out.

Besides, we can always
use a little help.

And I am, I am
a very strong arm.

Yeah, well, we don't
need no strong arms.

Oh, señor, mi hombre
es un buen trabajador.

Besides, my wife--
she cooks.

Yeah, well I don't
care what she is.

You say she's a good cook?

Ah, for the angels.

Muy sabroso.

Cooks things like what?

Ah, arroz con pollo,

tamalitos,
enchiladas, tacos,

burritos,
guacamole, chile...

Mucha mas chicuetas,
que barbaridad.

No mas digame.

Hey, Hoss, Hoss-- you're
putting on ten pounds
listening to him.

You just hush up,
Little Joe.

I ain't about to
separate these folks

from that poor,
little old boy.

Oh, no, no.
Or you from that cooking.

You can stay.

Que lo dije que es un
muchacho muy bien, hombre.
Muy bueno, mujer...

Andale, prepara pronto la
comida para que le de a comer.

You help me prepare the fire.

Tonight, we prepare
something very special.

You hear that, Little Joe,
"something special"?

Won't have to put up
with that rabbit stew
of yours no more.

What'd you expect me
to make out of rabbits,
roast turkey?

Yeah!

(both laughing)

* Diga diga diga que
es una noche para soñar *

* Diga diga diga
que esta bella noche sea. *

Hey, Epiphanio, you're
eating two suppers tonight

like Señor Caballo?

Not for me, for El Toro.

Bull? Enchiladas and beans?

El Rojo Grande likes
to eat what people eat.

A little people food
is good for him.

Epiphanio, you're going
to spoil the bull.

Then he will think
he is a people.

He is a people.

(strikes gentle guitar chord)

(bull lowing)

Oh, no, not for you.

I brought Your Honor some food.

Oh...

Oh, you're a good boy,
Epiphanio.

Someday when you are older
and you can appreciate it,

I will kiss you.
That's nice.

But I'm worried.

My dad will kill me.

The two Yanquis
will kill me.

Everyone will kill me
when they find out.

Nobody will kill you but me
if you betray me.

When will Your Honor reveal
herself to the North Americans?

There is a time for revealing
and a time for concealing.

At the proper time,
I will reveal.

Which of the North Americans
will Your Honor marry?

The big one with the kind face?

No, the younger one
with the kind face.

With the handsome face.

The one they
call Little Joe.

He's nice, too, I think.

You think. I know.

Esmerelda, you got any
more of that coffee?

Oh, seguramente, patron.
Plenty more.

Ought to give a cup
of it to that bull.

Think he'd like
sugar in it?

I think he will.

He like everything sweet.

Epiphanio,
he spoil that bull.

(chuckles)

Yeah... this I got to see.

A coffee-drinking bull.

How does Your Honor
tell which is best?

CAYETANA:
Women are wiser than
men, Epiphanio.

Oh!

So you're the bull
that likes people food.

What a stupid
thing to say.

Please, señor,
I could not helping it.

Her Honor would kill me
if I told.

Well, yeah, but...

Señorita, what are you
doing here, anyhow?

Matrimonio.

Matrimony?

Her Honor going
to marry your brother,

Joselito.

You and Little Joe marry?

You are pleased, no?

Well, yeah.

I reckon I am, but does
Little Joe know about this?

Oh, not yet.

He will be told
at the proper time.

Well, when's that?

When my father arrives
with pistolas

and rifles to protect my honor.

Hey, wait a minute--
this ain't no shotgun wedding.

Shotguns? No.

Everybody knows shotguns
are for the birds.

Yeah, well... maybe
you'd better come on back

to the campfire with me
and let your bridegroom
know you're here.

Oh, I will come as soon
as I have fixed my hair.

But don't told him.
I want it to be a surprise.

Lady, I promise you
he will be that.

I won't told him--
I won't tell him.

Come on, Epiphanio.

Epiphanio, it might be
a good idea

if you... you'd take the bull
down to the creek and water him.

Sí, señor.
Yeah.

(guitar plays)

Pretty good, huh, Hoss?
What do you think?

I think me and you better
have a little talk, Joe.

Excuse us a minute,
Valiente.

Seguro que sí.

Hey, thanks a lot, Valiente.
Andale.

What's the matter?

Why didn't you tell
me about your plans, Joe?

My plans? What plans?

Well, I mean, about fixing
to get married and all.

Now, I can't hardly wait
to be an uncle.

Teaching the little
fella how to rope and
rein his pony and all.

I'm going to buy
him his first one.

A chestnut with a great, big

Ponderosa brand
right on the hip.

He's going to be real cute.

What's the joke?

I want to know what
happened between you

and that Don Xavier's
daughter last night.

Hey, who told you about that?

Never mind where
I learned about it,

just tell me
what happened.

Well, nothing happened.
Look, don't bother me.

I ain't going to be
the only one that bothers
you, Little Joe.

Now, what happened?
I said nothing.

Are you sure?
Well, sure I'm sure.

I got out the window.
Nobody saw me.

That's all very nice.

But what happened before
you got out of the window?

Hey... what's the matter?
Have you been drinking?

I just want to help you,
Little Joe.

You're in a real fix.

What fix?

Joselito!

That one.

Joselito!
Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I am eloping away
with the man I love,

you, my darling.

Now-now, now, look, Cayetana.

I-I never said anything
about getting married.

Then why did you
compromise me?

I didn't!

Look, all I was trying
to do was get out of the rain.

I kissed you once.
Twice.

Once.
Twice.

Once.

And now three times.

Twice.

Anyway, my father will
never believe you.

CAYETANA:
He is Spanish.

LITTLE JOE:
So what?

My father will kill you.

But I will
save your life.

He will not kill the father
of his grandchildren.

Hey, what-what are
you talking about?

After we are married,
we will have many fine,

beautiful grandchildren
for my father.

Then he will forgive you.

Hey, l...

What am I going to do?

Looks like you already done it,
Little Joe.

Oh, come on.
I'm not kidding.

(hoofbeats)

Well, from the looks
of things, neither is her pa.

(neighing)

Papa, what are
you doing here?

I am here to protect the honor
of my family.

Don Xavier,

there's been
a little mistake.

I am certain there has.

Now, Now,
l-listen, sir.

I, uh... I-I didn't even know
your daughter was in camp

until just a few minutes ago.

I... I'm just as surprised
about it as you are.

You are a liar,
and a coward.

And I intend to prove
this to Señorita Cayetana.

Hey! Hold on
just a minute, pal.

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute,
you two!

Wait a minute.

Remember, Señor?

You said when
we first met,

if you ever wanted
anything I had,

you would be glad
to deal with me?

Now is your chance.

Look, this is silly.
The whole thing is a mistake.

A true coward.

He refuses to accept
the challenge.

Look, I didn't refuse anything.

Little Joe, you keep quiet.

You stay out of this, Hoss.

You masquerading
as a gentleman.

What weapons do you choose?

Choose your fist,
Little Joe, or your guns.

No, I-I'll take care of you
on your own terms.

You choose the weapons.

Very well.

We will fight a code
duello with rapiers.

Pick the longest, Little Joe.

En garde.

Engage.

(rapiers clacking)

(onlookers murmuring)

Stick him!
Stick him, Little Joe!

Well, let's not quit now.

I don't get a chance

to do this
very often.

(grunts)

Guess I should've used
these in the first place.

Shoot, Little Joe,
I knew you could whup
him all the time, anyhow.

You better let him go
before you lose a tree.

You still ain't solved

your shotgun wedding
problem yet, Little Joe.

I was praying for you
all the time.

That's nice.

How can you be so cold to me

when you have fought for me
and won?

I love you.

We will have a fine,
big wedding.

Look, Cayetana,
he's the one that loves you.

He's the one that
wants to marry you.

Then you will not marry with me?

No, I do not wish
to marry with you.

And when I do decide
to get married,

I'd like to do
the asking.

You, brute! Bully!

You have nearly killed
the only man I have ever loved.

Oh!

Forgive me,
my darling.

I was only trying
to test your love.

EDUARDO:
After we are married,

you will not want to
do such a thing, my dear.

Nor will you have
the opportunity.

You will be married
as soon as we return home, huh?

Sí, Papa.

(bull lowing)

(growling)

(guitar plays)

(distant bird whistle)

Valiente.

Oyes el chotocabra.

¿Donde esta nuestro hijo?

Ay, San Jose, protejelo.

What's the matter
with your wife?

She hear call
of the chotocabra.

You know chotocabra is those
birds-- how you call them?

Wh-whippoor... whippoor...

Whip-poor-will?
Whip-poor-will, that's right.

You know those birds,
they are very mala suerte.

That means "bad luck."

That's why she is worried
that Epiphanio

didn't return back
from creek.

Don't you worry none
about Epiphanio.

That bull ain't
going to let nothing
happen to that boy.

Hey, you know, he has
been gone a long time, Hoss.

Maybe I better have a look.

What was that

that Esmerelda called
that whip-poor-will?

Chotocabra, señor.

That means in Spanish
"goat sucker."

Because those bad birds,

they steal all the milk
from the goats.

Aww...

I don't believe a goat would
stand still for it.

Is true, señor.

I have seen with my own eyes.

A lot of goats come back
from pasture, no milk.

Well, that don't
prove nothing.

Sure it proves.
Why not?

Well, have you ever see...
have you ever actually seen

one of them birds
milking a goat?

Uh, let me remember.

Well, no, no-- I cannot truly
say that I have seen.

But I have not seen
many things in life,

and it's so short.

Get your guns and come on!
What's the matter?

Oh, Madre de Dios!
¿Que tal?
¿Que paso?

The boy's gone,
so is the bull.
No!

Hey, that boy wouldn't run off
with that bull again, would he?

Their tracks lead
away from the creek.

They're mixed
with moccasin tracks.

Moccasin tracks?

Calmate, mujer.
Calmate.

¡Alto, Rojo, alto!

¡Alto, Rojo!

(lowing)
(shouts in native language)

You can see he
does not want to go.

When he wants
to go, he'll go.

Our people are hungry.

Why we not kill him here?

It shall be done.

No!

You would rather
die in place of bull?

Yes, yes, kill me.

But don't kill El Rojo Grande.

Please, kill me.

You sure that is what you want?

Yes. You promise
not to kill El Toro?

So be it.

You are very brave
for one so young.

Why?
From my father.

His name means brave,
Valiente.

What is your name?
Epiphanio.

Why?

I was born on the 12th night.

The night that the Wise Man
saw the star in the sky.

Then he knew
the Lord Jesus was born.

The One they nailed to a tree?

On the cross.

I have heard the story.

You have the heart of a true
warrior, little one.

Now we are
blood brothers.

All right, hold it!

All right,
what's going on here?

He...
Epiphanio,
y-you're bleeding.

Me and Chief,
blood brothers.

Are these
your people?

Yes.

Take your bull.

Go in peace,
and always be brave.

Buena noche.

What are you standing there for?

We got to take El Rojo back.

(Valiente vocalizes with guitar)

(burro braying)

* Que bonito pajarillo

* La, la, la,
la, la, la, la... *

* Que cantaba en aquella lima

* Anda dile que no cante

* Que mi corazon lastima...

So you go with the bull, eh?

Sí, patron.

I take care of him good.

Well, you boys
got a little more

than you bargained for,
didn't you?

A padded wagon, too.

What did you, uh,
have to pay for that?

Just $500, Pa.

Oh, just $500?

Well, Pa, you can't hardly
expect a bull like Big Red there

to go any way except
first-class, can you?

Oh, no.
No, no, he's right, Pa.

I mean, you know,

I-I think it's a cheap
price, considering.

Considering what?

(donkey braying)

* Que cantaba en aquella lima

* Anda dile que no cante,
que mi corazon lastima *

* Que bonito pajarito

* Que cantaba
en aquella higuera *

* Anda dile que no cante,
que espera que yo me muera. *

Buenos días, señor.

I am your obedient serviente.

Who are these people?

Well, tell him who they are,
Little Joe.

You tell him.

Well, one of you tell me.

They are
mama and papa.

W-We couldn't separate the boy
from his mama and papa.

And Pa, his mama's the
best-danged cook you ever seen.

Well, we...

we certainly have
enough room for them.

Welcome.

Welcome!
¡Ay, chihuahua!

Te lo dije que es
un muy bueno patron...

Andale, llevate la guitarra
pronto. A trabajar, a trabajar.

Pronto. Te lo dije que es
un muy bueno patron...

Well, Adam, you thought
these boys would have

a lot of trouble bringing
that bull up here, huh?

I guess I was wrong, Pa.

You sure you didn't
have any trouble?

Not a bit.
Well, a little bit.

Like, uh, wh-when Big Red
almost got cut up into steaks

by those Indians.
Indians?

Yeah, but that never
would've happened

except Little Joe was busy
fighting a duel.

Duel?
Yeah, well, otherwise,
I'd have had to get married.

Married?
Yeah, but th-that was right
after Hoss fought the bear.

Bear?
Aw, that wasn't nothing.

You ought to seen the way
Little Joe gunned down

them two bushwhackers that tried
to steal our $15,000.

Now, just a minute.
Who you trying to kid?

BEN:
That's certainly a lot of bull.

(sighs)

(bull lowing)

Yes, sir, it sure is.