All language subtitles for Requiescant (1967).BDRip.720p.HEVC.PlamenNik

You are punctual, Leonardo.

We followed the sun.

Are your people all here?

- They're all here.
- Good! You know the deal.

There will be no more clashes
over the frontier area

north of Sierra Santiago.

Your people can live in peace
in the pueblo of San Antonio.

It's 12 miles
beyond Fort Hernandez.

As Union soldiers,
who fought against slavery,

we're hereto uphold this pact.

So, may your people live in peace.

Put your weapons away!

Let's drink to peace!

Thank you!

To your good health!

Drinks all round!
To everyone's good health!

That's better.

Look over there, brother.
Something's moving in the sand.

- I can't see anything, Lavinia.
- Over there!

Yes, Uncle! Look, it's a little boy.

- Princy's right. It is a boy.
- Yes, yes.

Princy!

Come on, let's go!

Bravo! Bravo!

Let's go.

Sorry, senor!

Be good! Be good!

IBuenos días

Father John!

Bronz has a limp, Father John.

He must...

I think it's...

But... what happened, Father John?

You mustn't cry, Lavinia.

"Have no treasures on Earth,
where all can be lost.

"Keep your treasures for heaven,
because where your treasure is,

"so will be your heart."

Your daughter will return, sister.

- Princy?
- She left.

She always threatened to
and now she's done it.

Vanity and desire
always lead God's children astray.

But where do you think she went?

I bet she followed the troupe
who crossed the river today,

just after noon.

- Those bastards!
- Where are you going, son?

I'm going to look for her.

Where? Missouri is a big state.

And Arkansas is even bigger.

And then there will be
even more towns and villages.

For all I know, you could die
before you even reach the next town.

But I'll find her. I'll find her.

Son!

Take this, son.
It's the Old and the New Testament.

And remember that David,
with a sling and stone,

defeated Goliath, the Philistine.

The Lord works
in mysterious ways, son.

If you wish to leave, you may.

As soon as they're in position,
make sure you're ready.

Excuse me, sir.

- I have a question.
- Are you talking to me?

Where is this stagecoach headed?

I don't have time for this, kid.

They're going to kill us!
Go! Go!

Davidson, what happened?

A doctor, quick!

This way, Doctor!

Is he dead?

It's Stoop and Jack the Knife.
They're dead.

- They're dead?
- They were with the Brad brothers.

The ones who got away,
may the devil take them.

"Have no treasures on Earth,
where all can be lost.

"Keep your treasures for heaven,
because where your treasure is,

"so will be your heart."

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

- What the hell did he say?
- All I understood was

"crescant, ricrescant"
or something like that.

He said, "Requiescant".

It means: "May they rest in peace",
in Latin.

I've never seen anyone
shoot as well as that kid.

- You said you came from Springfield?
- Yes.

- You've come a long way, then.
- I'd say!

Crossing Illinois and Arkansas
isn't easy.

I know those lands well,
I can tell you.

I spent almost half my life there.

There are more bastards
than trees around there.

Look, Dad!

What is it, Tom?

- He has a gun.
- A gun?

That's a good one.
I'm only alive because I buried mine.

Better to eat frogs than lead,
right, Bat?

Requiescant! Come outside!

We're the Brad brothers!

Come on! We don't have much time!

We came to kill you!

Come outside, you coward!

Come on! Get out here!

Use the back door, at least.

Let's take him from behind.

There he is!

Is he yours or mine?

- What do you want?
- Yours.

Poor boy. He was so young.

Forgive me and forgive them,
Lord.

Requiem aeternam dona eis domine
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

- Amen!
- Amen!

Bury them, please.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

And thanks for the soup.

He told us to bury the bodies,
not the guns.

Could you keep an eye on him?

Just for a few minutes.

Thank you very much.

- Is it possible to eat something?
- Certainly. Ask the girls.

Is there anything to eat?

- Hey! Are the beers ready?
- Sorry, is there any food?

Yes. Sit at that table over there.

- Hi, Burt. Same as usual?
- Yes, but make it a double.

- How about you, Light?
- I'll have a double too.

Here you go. Two doubles.

Thank you.

- You're here again?
- My son is dying, señor.

Please, Doctor,
you must come at once.

You alone can save him, Doctor!

I'm busy right now.

Can't you see he's playing?

- I'll wait.
- But not in here! Not next to us!

You've polluted the air,
you animal. Go away!

Or you'll soon need the doctor too.

Right, Doctor?

- I want to talk to the sheriff!
- To the sheriff!

I won't leave
'til I've spoken to the sheriff.

Yes, yes!

The sheriff...

The sheriff.
I'll give you the sheriff.

Apologise to the gentlemen.

Apologise to the gentlemen, animal!

Get up!

You know Mexicans can't come in here
and give orders! Right?

Want to see the sheriff? Burt!

Show him the sheriff
we elected in San Antonio!

Look!

That's the sheriff.

And now get out of here! Get out!

Drink that, little man.

Have you been in San Antonio long?

I just got here.

It's a cheerful place,
little man, but it has no churches.

That's why it's cheerful.

- Are you a pastor?
- No.

Right, I see you have a gun.

But you'll become one. Keep drinking
mint water and you'll see...

You'll become one.

No, you'll never become a pastor.

You like girls, eh?

Well, it looks like
I always bring you luck.

Go away!
I have too much luck this evening!

She's one of my chicks.
I like keeping hens.

- Come here, gorgeous.
- Let go of me.

Won't you give me a foretaste?

Keep your hands off me, you ugly pig!

How are you set, financially?

If you pay,
it's just 40 steps to her room.

Second door on the right!

Even if you get it wrong,
you'll make an investment!

Because I have three chicks!

Hey, kid! Where are you going?

- Upstairs.
- You must pay first.

- Pay?
- Otherwise you can't go up.

- Understood?
- That's how it works here!

Come on.

You can go now.

After Topeka, Little Rock,
Memphis, Saint Louis, Austin...

And here I am in San Antonio.
I can't say it's been much fun.

Dean Light won me
over cards one night.

I've been his ever since.

I count for a lot less
than his horse.

And he looks after his boots
better than he does me.

But I'm his.

Dean Light whistles
and I must do whatever he wants.

- You must come back, Princy.
- What?

After all this?

Please...

Please, look at me.

Look closely!

Don't you understand what's going on?

Don't you understand?
This is a prison!

Even if I wanted to leave...

Light and his men would hunt me down
wherever I might try to hide!

You can't stay here.

I'll help you, Princy.

I've come a long way
looking for you.

You won't be alone, Princy,
I promise.

What do you plan on doing?

There must be some way,
other than violence.

The law. Yes, the law!

- All men are born free, Princy.
- Free?

You're so naive!

Sorry, Princy.
Do you have any change?

He's from Louisiana.

Guys from Louisiana
never leave change.

Soto hell with Louisiana!

What do you do, handsome?

Your skin is like mine,
under this coat.

You must be someone important
if they let you in armed.

Bye, dark skin!

That's Lope. We do the same job.

But we were talking about the law.

The law in San Antonio
has just one name.

Ferguson. George Bellow Ferguson.

Haven't you seen the name?
It's written everywhere.

I've come to help you.

No one is going to hurt you now.

I'm here now.

I'll talk to Ferguson
and he'll listen to me.

Lincoln's death could have been
a godsend for the Confederate cause,

even if it was obvious
how the war would end.

What's up, Harryman?
Are you rationing my time?

I was at Appomattox on the day
General Lee surrendered to Grant.

And I'll never forget
that southern general.

Lee was in full-dress uniform.

His boots were so shiny you could see
your reflection in them.

I learned something that day,
which has become part of me.

I learned that an aristocrat's
strength is his dignity.

You should have seen
those two together,

the southern aristocrat
and the northern democrat,

to understand my thoughts.

That was his last official act.

You're wrong, Babcock.

Old Lee still has
many things to say. Many.

All the same, abolishing slavery
was the right thing to do.

Let's not talk about
abolishing slavery!

It was just a pretext
so northern capitalists

could destroy the south!

Who does better out of it,
financially?

The Southerner who buys
the slave and has to feed him,

clothe him and house him
until he dies,

or the Northerner
who pays his workers, yes,

but so little that they're
always close to starvation.

But you must admit that the drive
for freedom cannot be contained.

- Sam!
- Yes, sir.

Come here.

Yes, sir.

Sam,

let's assume you could choose
between being a totally free man,

who works
and must worry about earning a crust,

or being a slave, with an owner
who will always look after him.

What would you choose?

To be Mr Ferguson's slave, sir.

Thank you, Sam.

But this shouldn't discourage you,
Dave.

Keep talking about freedom
during your rallies.

Voters like that word.

Besides,
I'd like you to become a senator.

Well, the war ended ten years ago.

It's all done and dusted.

Well, it may as well be.

- Am I right, Ferguson?
- Sure. You have a point, Babcock.

And you know what I mean,
dear Judge.

Hey, you! Are you hungry?

Here. Eat.

It's a shame to waste bread.

It's a shame to waste good bullets.

What are you after?

I don't like your face after all.

It seems a bit dark.

- It's my face, señor.
- So that's what it is!

- You must be Mexican.
- Does that make a difference?

That's enough questions.
What do you want from us?

Mr Ferguson.

George Bellow Ferguson, the boss?

My brother.

Your brother?

Boss, your brother's outside.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
something interesting is going on.

Do you think I have a brother?

Edith?

No. I don't know.

All right,
let's meet this unknown relative.

Enjoy the brandy, in the meantime.

So, you're my brother?

It's hardly a compliment
to the memory of my father.

Or, shall we say, our father.

Shall I throw him out, boss?

A brother in Christ.
That's what I meant.

There was no other way
to speak to you.

If you talk about the Lord,
it's my duty to listen to you.

Fine. I'm all ears.

Princy wishes to leave,
you see, but can't.

- And since you...
- No, wait, young man.

Who's Princy?

At the saloon, in San Antonio,
Princy has been forced into...

Well, sir,
I believe it's called prostitution.

Forced prostitution.

Princy is like a sister to me.

She has a right to be free,

to choose her own life.

What's all this, Dean Light?

I hope what you did in Laredo
won't happen again.

I don't want women
mixed up with work, as you know.

Yes, boss.

Let the girl go, immediately.

Have I been clear?

Yes.

Dean Light!

I'm doing this for your own good.

So, brother,

your Princy is free.

- Are you pleased?
- Yes. Thank you.

What a strange way to carry a gun.

Yes, it always amazes me too, sir.

And... do you know how to use it?

Sometimes I'm forced to use it.

It seems almost inevitable.

You must be quite skilled,
since you're still alive.

Are you enlisting more men, Ferguson?

Why not?

You can never have enough marksmen.

If they really are skilled.

Looks like even scarecrows
carry guns in San Antonio.

Brother,
these gentlemen doubt your ability.

Know what we'll do?

I suggest a contest.

Drink and shoot.

Ever heard of it?

No.

You'll soon find out.

It's an excellent way of measuring
someone's true skill.

- Bravo! Good shot!
- Magnificent!

- It's your turn, brother.
- Aren't 15 paces too many, Ferguson?

No.

But first you must drink, brother.

For every shot,
you must have a drink.

- Very good!
- Bravo!

Girl! Take three more steps back.

The French wine is wonderful.
Much better than this one.

Gentlemen, 43!

Now we'll see who is a true man.

Well, well,
it's just the two of us now.

Go on, drink!

Drink, drink.

It's dangerous. It's very dangerous.

I could hit... I could hit the girl.

Who cares? Go on, shoot.

Or are you scared?

Listen, even if you shoot off
two of her fingers,

she'll still have enough
to delouse herself.

Even if she has more lice
than fingers.

Will you all shut up?

Look at him. He can barely stand.

My love...

It was faster when you used this,
Ferguson.

Withdraw.
You can't beat him anyway. Withdraw.

Get out of my way!

I'll show you I'm better than him!
I'm better than all of you!

I'm an aristocrat and I'll beat anyone
who dares to challenge me!

Get out of the way, you animal.

Watch out, girl!

Excellent!
Take five more steps back!

No! No! Enough! Enough!

You'll pay for your crimes!

Go away, madwoman.

Enough shooting!
We'll all be damned, all of us!

Listen!
Shut your mouth, otherwise...

- Come here, right away!
- No! No! No!

Go away! Go away!

Go away, you murderer! Go away!

If I get my hands on you,
I'll strangle you!

- You're a monster! I know, Ferguson!
- Come here!

You're a monster, a murderer!

- Come here, you bitch!
- A monster!

- All those unburied bones, outside!
- If I catch you, I'll kill you!

I can feel them move!
I know, Ferguson. I know!

- Come here. Come here.
- No! No!

You can't shut me up.
You can't. You can't. Understand?

I will no longer allow it!

Go away, all of you!

You murderer!

Let go of me!

You bitch!

No!

Now...

Take this!

No! No!

Sam!

Come on, help me take her away.

For... Forgive me.

That was quite a scene, wasn't it?

Did you have fun?

Let it all out here,
in your doghouse.

And next time you stick your nose
in my business,

I'll wring your neck!

If you think I'm joking, remember
what happened to your father.

He thought I was joking too,

and he was wrong.

Don't push.

Be good. Be good.

All right, then.

Stop. Stop.

Yes, you're right.

I shouldn't have drunk.
You're right.

I shouldn't have.

But... There...

There's nothing in the book
against wine.

I'm sure Father John
would have told me about it.

Stop. Listen.

I'll read it to you.

"Noah, who was a farmer..."

Listen up.

"Planted some vines,

"drank the wine and got drunk."

That's it.

There's nothing against wine.

What did I tell you?
It doesn't say anything.

Put another bullet in his body, Jack!

A bit more lead will...

Requiescant in pace.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Bury them, please.

Don't be nervous. It doesn't help.

You still haven't told me
who that boy is.

He doesn't look like a farmer.
No. He doesn't work the land.

But he isn't a priest either.

I told you, Lope, he's a friend.

The only friend I've ever had.

Wait. I've got it.
He's a revolutionary.

I've met revolutionaries.

I got to know them well
down in Morelos,

when I worked
in the sugar plantations.

Get out.

I said, get out! Go away!

Looks like you're moving out.

Where do you think you're going?

Ah, yes, I forgot.

I forgot about the little man.

I don't like to see women cry.

You know that?

But I have bad news for you.

You won't see him again, Princy.

He won't come again.

Let go of me!

I've never scalped a white woman.

It'll be a new experience.

You fool. Do you think I'd kill
the goose that lays golden eggs?

No! No!

Let me go. Please, Light!

I'll make sure
she gets her smile back.

No! Let me go! No!

No! No!

Please, Light! No!

No! Oh, no!

No...

No! No!

Swallow it!

Swallow it, I said!

- No!
- Swallow it!

No! No!

No!

Not here.

- Good evening.
- The boss won't like it.

What are you doing here?
Go up to your room.

Two beers!

Hurry!

- Burt, come along too.
- Burt! Let it be, Burt!

Oh, Burt! Burt! Come along!

- Where are we going?
- Bunch of idiots.

You let that bastard play you.

But...

No. No.

No. Who are you?

There. Thank you, friend.

Is this your home?

I don't know your name,
but there's a way around that.

I'll call you "Friend".

This is a petticoat, Dean Light.

And these are fishnet stockings!

And these are embroidered knickers!

All these garments were invented
to befuddle men's brains!

Weak men! Because you're weak.

And because you couldn't
think straight, I lost three men!

- How could I have imagined that...?
- You couldn't imagine anything!

All you could think about
was losing one of your filthy whores!

But now you'll lose them all!

Open! Open this door!

It's shut for a reason!

- Now the reason's gone!
- What's going on?

George Bellow Ferguson
has had enough!

Get out! Get out, I said!

Everybody out!

Go away! Get lost, all of you!

And you! Come with me!

- I have to talk to you.
- But, boss...

- Did you also mean me?
- About what?

Must I also leave San Antonio?

I didn't mean you.

You're a good kid
and I know you're loyal to me.

I didn't mean to anger you.
I just wanted to have some fun.

Everyone finds their fun
where they can.

Dean, listen carefully.

Let me give you some advice.

Forget about women.

They don't allow men to think.

A man must build, command, create.

He can't allow himself to be
distracted by inferior beings.

Women are inferior beings,
don't you see?

Her only purpose is to reproduce.

That's why I got married.

To have an heir.

My wife...

...didn't even give me that.

Well, cheers.

You know, Dean,

we've been friends for a long time.

If you do as I say,
one day, all this will be yours.

I'm no longer as handsome
as I once was.

Anyway...

That boy could cause us problems.

I've an idea that might solve the problem
without risking more men.

What is it?

Ah! The scar, yes.

It must have happened
when I was a kid.

Here. See?

Just a broken head.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You did the same in the village,
the other day.

It was as if you'd seen a ghost.

Ah! Can we manage on our own?
Sure. Sure.

Hey, what are you looking for?

What are you looking for?

I don't understand. Explain!

Please tell me you're not crazy.

Ah! It's a gift for me?

"Leonardo Marqués.
Tierra y libertad. "

Is this for me too?

"Leonardo Marqués.
Tierra y libertad. "

Who's Leonardo Marqués?

Mexico.

Yes.

Oh, I'm Mexican?

Who is Leonardo Marqués?

I'm not Mexican.

Princy! Princy!

Princy!

Princy!

- Where's Princy?
- Certainly not here.

Light gave me Princy's room
when she left with you the other night.

- Someone must know. Where is she?
- I already told you, kid,

no one has seen her since last night.

- Tell him, girls!
- Yes, yes, he's right.

No one has seen Princy
since last night.

- Where are you going?
- Princy!

- Princy isn't here!
- Princy!

There's no point in looking for her
here! There's no point!

- She's not here, I tell you!
- Listen, I've had enough.

This cost me ten dollars
and I had no fun at all.

Oh, knock it off.

Listen, I don't know what you're
planning to do with that gun,

but I wouldn't want them
to shove it down your throat.

- It's a miracle you're still alive.
- Martha's right.

Come out, you bastard!

Dean Light is outside
with his whole band.

We found the girl's body,
you murderer!

Where's Princy?

Where's Princy?

Stop!

He did it, Judge.

I take it
you have definite proof of this?

Mr Ferguson would never lie,
but you're the judge.

If justice must be done,
let's get it over with.

Hang him now.

I must be in Laredo tomorrow
and don't have time to waste.

Come on, Babcock!
Goodbye, Ferguson!

Murderer.
You massacred my people!

And now you're accusing me
of a crime you committed!

But all those unburied dead near
Fort Hernández are waiting for you!

- Go on, pull.
- Wait!

I want to know
what the hell you're talking about.

You know perfectly well.

Tell me, what's your name?

Requiescant.
But who cares about my name?

- Boss, aren't we going to hang him?
- He killed the girl!

Dean Light, would you like to face
a Mexican revolution,

with our heads as targets?

We must find out
who told him all this.

I want to make him talk.

Let's take him to the ranch.

Drop him!

Go on, talk, you worm!

Talk!

He's fainted again, boss.

Oh, he'll talk.

It's just a matter of time.

Gentlemen, I'm hungry.
Let's get a bite to eat.

I'll certainly not starve for him.

Ulman, keep guard. I'll send you
something from the kitchen.

Yes, boss.

Hey, you! Where are you going?

- Bringing food to the campesinos.
- Wait.

Show me.

Those pigs treat themselves well.

Where did you steal this from?

It's French wine.

You're a little thief.

Little...

...but shapely.

Hurry.

Gracias, señora.

Everything is willed by God.
What's written must come to pass.

Your gun.

And don't forget, Light is
merely my husband's instrument.

Ferguson ordered the massacre,
so he could take over these lands.

These lands belonged to you, Leonardo,
and all the men of the pueblo.

It's all written here.

Thank you. I won't forget this.

Good luck.

Senora!

Why did you do all this for me?

Because what Ferguson
did to your father, he did to mine.

If I'd let you die,
my last hope would have died too.

Farewell.

Farewell.

Ave Maria gratia plena, Dominus
tecum. Benedicta tua mulieribus.

Benedictus fructus ventre tuo.
Santa Maria mater...

Nothing could be worse
for your health than a night walk.

No! No!

Help! No!

No! No!

- No!
- You know, Edith,

one thing I've always admired in you
is your great dignity.

Don't disappoint me,
now that you're about to die.

She died well, Dean.

That was a splendid way to go.

Stop! Let him go!

"Hallelujah. Rejoice with the Lord
because the Lord is good.

"May His compassion
live through the centuries."

Yes, it's you.
The old mute was right.

But... who are you?

This is El Doblado,
Manuel, Felipe, Alonzo.

El Niño, Pilar, and I'm Juan.

We were with your father,
first in the Sierra,

then in his brigade at the storming
of Torreon, with General Villa.

- My father?
- He was a real man!

- Wasn't he, muchachos?
- A real man!

Governor Cameròs
put 50,000 silver pesos on his head.

When I showed him the poster,
know what he said?

That they were too many pesos
for a single head.

And he carried on ploughing.

What do you want from me, Juan?

I'm not a farmer, but a priest.

Your father fought for freedom
like a wild horse,

as did all these men.

I guide them, but, alas, not the way
a shepherd guides his flock.

The villages of Bandera and Sonora,
along with San Antonio, are our land.

We want to live in peace
with los americanos, but live!

Or finish with it,
so it's either us or them.

- What can we do?
- The only man is a free man.

And this book of yours talks to men.

Word spreads fast in the Sierra.

You are very good with a gun,
even if, excuse me, muchacho,

nobody would believe it,
looking at you.

Ferguson will die.

Anyone taking his side will die.

Good, as well as evil,
runs through the veins of the earth.

We're looking for weapons
and people ready to use them.

Justice can only be obtained
through arms.

And we want what's ours.

But the fields, the animals,
the pueblos, can only change hands,

change owner.

And new owners means new slaves.

It's the ideas, above all,
that must change.

But justice resides
in the heart of the just man.

You can feel it, amigos.

Whoever has a sense of freedom
has no need for things to be explained.

I know.
You alone can do what you must do.

But we'll be near you,
even if you don't want us.

$100 to play.

Here's another hundred,
to make it more interesting.

I have three queens.

Three aces.

You're doing well
with just one hand, eh?

It's enough to shoot,
drink and pocket money.

These are for you,
to buy yourself a nice companion.

Or two, if need be.
All you need is help from the cards.

- What are you suggesting?
- You understood me quite well.

Stop it,
you pains in the neck. Let's play!

Whose turn is it?

Fine, let's play.
But let's clarify this point first.

- Explain yourself, Klein!
- I don't want to use your cards.

That's what I meant!

Deal and be quick about it.

- Who will open?
- I will. $20.

I'm in.

I'll pass.

iBuenas tardes! ?Le gustaria
un poquito de mus/ca, señor?

- Come in, come in.
- iVamos!

This is for you, you bores.

- Come on, liven things up!
- iGracias! iGracias, señor!

Again, again...

He's in high spirits too
this evening.

Ever since that lousy Mexican
vanished from under our noses,

Light has hit the bottle.

Give me a tequila,
but make it a good one.

Don't worry.
It's the best tequila there is.

The best.

- Here you go, Light.
- Thank you, señor!

Let's have fun, guys!
Let's have fun!

What's this muck?
I asked for Mexican tequila!

SQ?

Are you bringing it or not?

Keep playing.
I don't want to kill you.

Mine is a different game.

Have you heard of hangman?

You can keep playing.

I wouldn't, if I were you.

It's two minutes to midnight.

I said it was a game, not a joke.

So, we get on the footstools,
put our heads in the noose,

and shoot at the legs of the footstool
when the clock strikes.

You need steady nerves
and a strong heart.

- Are you ready, Dean Light?
- You're crazy.

Me? Why?

A game, you said?

Fine! I'm in.

Well done.

See, a coward
might shoot his opponent

before the clock strikes.

But you wouldn't do something
like that, would you, Light?

How do you like it, Light?

Isn't this game thrilling?

When the clock strikes,
you bastard!

One day ends and another begins.

It'll be hard, but...

...may you rest in peace.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

How many are you?

There were many of us. Many.

Now there are very few of us.

But one day there will be many.

And Juan, the priest?

His father and mother
were poor peones.

A gentleman took pity on him
and gave him an education.

Then he came back and taught us
how to fight for the Lord.

But he doesn't know how to shoot?

He doesn't want to shoot.

He's dead, boss.

Not even on Judgment Day
will they find all the pieces.

- That louse made us sweat.
- He killed two

and wounded half a dozen.

If all the Mexicans shot
the way he did, it would be no fun.

You should have been there
when Dean Light crapped his pants.

Enough! Don't you dare
speak of Dean Light that way!

He was a good kid.

Paquita! Uberto!
Where the hell have you gone?

Hijos de puta.

Hey, you! Lope!
Where do you think you're going?

Have you all lost your minds?

Vicente! Lola! Pablo!

What's going on?

- What's going on?
- The Mexicans servants have left.

The boss is furious. Look for them.

There they are!

Buenos dias! Buenos dies!

Senorita! Ah! There he is!

Ah, what a handsome niño!
What a handsome niño!

You want to come with us, then.

Que' lindo.

Here he is, Don Juan!
He's the handsomest of all.

Baptise him. Baptise him, Don Juan!

Don't laugh, boy. War is evil
and so are those who take part.

- Freedom!
- Freedom!

I'm happy to wait in Laredo,
Ferguson, but not here.

I had three Mexican servants
and three rifles at home.

They've all disappeared.

No, no. I don't like this.

I don't like it either.
You can understand that, Ferguson.

So, you no longer like this.

Let me tell you what I don't like!

Not a single one of you
has an ounce of honour!

You are a bunch of worms.

Remember when you were
drowning in debt?

When you came crying to me?
Who paid your debts?

George Bellow Ferguson,
that's who.

And you, Robson,
the great medical luminary!

Without George Bellow Ferguson's help

you'd have been strung up for murder!

And you, Judge Harryman,
Your Honour.

Would you still have
your so-called honour

if George Bellow Ferguson
hadn't dragged you out of the sewers

to make you the man you are?

Ah, yes,
you've all become respectable...

...thanks to the friendship
of George Bellow Ferguson!

But your honour
is a matter of convenience.

Mine is a way of life.

You make me sick!

We're aware
of what you've done for us.

But someone in the governor's office
or in Washington could...

You're right.

If they find out about that massacre,
we're lost.

I Said -.
We"

because we're all in this together.

I don't agree, Ferguson.

Political corruption isn't the same
as massacring a whole people.

Or taking over land
that was never legally sold to you.

Worms, crawl out of here
and don't come back or I'll kill you!

Go! Get out of here,
you animals! Out!

George Bellow Ferguson
doesn't need any of you!

He needs nobody, understood?
Nobody!

Boss, the Mexicans
are all around the fort.

What are you doing here?

Go home, my friends.

I wouldn't want you to get in trouble
for following bad advice.

Don't listen to what they say.

George Bellow Ferguson
will look after you.

Go home, I tell you.

And tell me, who is your leader?

We take orders from no one, señor!
This land is ours.

Before tilling the land, señor,
we must bury the dead.

Your land? Yours?

Nothing is yours!

Not even the rags you're wearing!

I'm the one who gave you everything!

But just as Ferguson can make a gift,
Ferguson can take it back!

Do you understand?

Whoever disobeys will be killed.

You have exactly one minute
to get back to work.

Ready, Klein?

Go on! Shoot!

I wouldn't advise it!
It could be dangerous for you!

I'm here, Ferguson!

I was waiting for you.

YOU?

I don't know
what hell spewed you out,

but you came at the right time.

Klein! Shoot him!

That's enough!

If just one of you shoots,
you'll all be dead.

What do you want?

I want you, Ferguson.

My father, my mother, Princy,
my people, they all want you.

And the freedom you took from them.

Have you heard of monkeys?

They are animals
that just make you laugh.

And you're all monkeys,

going around bleating about freedom!

And this makes me laugh.

For you, freedom means a bit of land
to sit on and do nothing with!

You're primitives!

You don't create, you don't build!
You're savages!

And you'll always be savages!

What have you done on your own?

Up until now?

Simply destroyed what the George
Bellow Fergusons of this world

have created over the centuries!

You're nothing but rubbish!

You are slaves! You were born
slaves and will die as such,

screaming the word "freedom",
of which you don't know the meaning!

Get ready to die, Ferguson.
It's over for you.

We've judged and condemned you.

I won't be judged by you!

A gentleman can only be judged
by his peers, or judge himself.

Let me die like a gentleman!

I don't know how a gentleman dies.

Requiescant,
don't dishonour me in death.

Let me kill myself.

Let me die with dignity.

War is horrible not because
we are killed but because we kill.

Not because men are killed,
but because compassion is.

You enjoyed killing Ferguson,
didn't you?

You enjoyed it
like a child killing a fly.

But remember,
Ferguson wasn't your enemy, but ours.

He didn't steal your land, but ours.

But, alas, we need men like you.

You're better than all of us
at killing.

So my men and I
ask you to become our leader.

And I'll pray God that you'll accept,

that you'll join other bands,
fight and kill,

and that our poor people
will finally have justice and freedom.

Adiós, Pilar! Adiós, niño!

Adiós!

Adiós!

Adiós, Requiescant, and good luck.

' Adiós!
' I Viva!

Adiós!

' Adiós!
' Adiós!

- Adiós, niño!
- Adiós!

THE END