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["The Men From Shiloh" theme]

[Western music]

[gunfire]

[gunfire continues]

[gunfire]

Watch my hand.

Now, Trampas...

See, you can hit.

Ah, what's the use if I can't get it all together?

Nothin' wrong with your draw.

Ah, sure if I draw her slow, I can dang a horsefly.

Took me two years.

You just gotta build it.

- Hey, where you goin'? - Gettin' married.

But what about my...

What?

- I am goin' to my weddin'. - Weddin'?

- Oh, yeah, it's possible. - You?

[laughs]

Uh-huh. Oh, come on now, Trampas,

you know, women just fall all over me.

You don't any women.

You know a bar hostess and a widow with a mustache.

Yeah, well, I got me a winner.

Nineteen years old, big brown eyes.

- She lives down in San Ysidro. - San Ysidro?

I've been there, I stayed there a couple of months

when I got cow fever pushing beeves down the Rio Grande.

Well, her old man just happens to be boss of the whole town.

- His name's Zaragosa. - El Jefe?

That's right.

Is that Corporal Coates from Santa Anna's army?

That's him. It's his daughter, Teresa.

Yeah, Teres-- Teresa? [whistles]

How'd a respectable girl like that meet up with you?

Comin' down on a train from St. Louis.

I was supposed to get off at El Paso.

Shoot! I just followed her right to the end of the line.

So Pick Lexington's got a ring in his nose.

[laughs]

Hey, Trampas.

Now listen, you're my best friend.

I sure would appreciate if you'd ride on down there with me

and...

well, be my best man.

San Ysidro is clear to the border.

I tell you what, Trampas.

I trade you... for some pointers on fast draw.

Pick, you've got yourself a best man.

- Yeah! - Yee-hoo!

[gunfire]

[instrumental music]

Mama! Mama!

[speaking foreign language]

Hernan.

[speaking foreign language]

- Trampas! - MamaFe!

[speaking foreign language]

Go and tell Jefe Trampas is back.

Well, you're gonna dance with me, MamaFe?

- What? - Well, at the ceremony?

Hey, MamaFe.

Well, see you later, MamaFe.

Didn't seem too happy to see you.

Well, you know...

mother-in-law.

Go inside.

- Trampas! - El Jefe!

[both laughing]

- Hi! Hi, boy! - How do you do?

- Oh, you got a new horse, huh? - Yeah, yeah.

A new hat.

[speaking foreign language]

You know, my town is your town.

Gracias.

How come you came back?

For the ceremony.

- That's not till Sunday. - Oh.

Yeah, you were here before.

- Couple of months ago. - Heh heh. That's right.

I was just... down here on business.

Ah...

And this is my assistant

in governing the people of San Ysidro.

- Cristobal Nieves. - Howdy.

- [speaking foreign language] - Howdy do?

My brother-in-law, Hernan.

- Hernan. - Hello.

Tia Marguerita.

You know my first lady, MamaFe.

- My sons, Chucho. - Chucho.

Pepe.

This one, I don't know.

Oh, my daughter, Teresa.

- SenorTrampas. - Teresa.

Chucho said someone important was here.

Well, are you ready for the big day?

- SenorLexington. - Teresa.

Trampas: Everything all set?

Danny's big day, huh?

I mean, the decorations are up.

You must be looking forward to it.

- Haven't asked her yet, huh? - I'm working up to it.

Yeah.

Well, you're lookin' fit, Jefe.

Matter of fact your whole family is top guard.

I know we're gonna have a big fiesta,

but I'll be darned if I know exactly what we're celebrating.

El Jefe: The 17th of May.

Trampas: I like the sound it.

We fire the cannon, blow the bugle, rifle salute.

Trampas: Oh, has somethin' to do with the brigade, Santa Anna.

- His birthday! - Of course, his birthday.

Boy, the way you got things decorated so pretty

I thought maybe there's gonna be a wedding.

El Jefe: Nah. No weddin'.

We fire the cannon, blow the bugle, rifle salute.

Trampas: Maybe afterwards have a little wine and sing a little.

Yeah.

Chucho, Pepe, get the sacculos.

Tia Marguertia, Teresa, help MamaFe cook something special.

- Teresa. - Si, papa.

I thought you said you were gettin' married?

- I am. - That's what you think.

Not sweepin' some floozy off her feet.

You gotta ask Teresa, then you got to ask MamaFe,

then she asks the priest.

Tia Marguertia puts her two cents in.

Along with her aunt, Cristobal, Chucho, Pepe.

You got to clear with the whole town.

Well, I'll just start on it tonight.

Now, all you have to do is offer to carry her basket.

Well, what if she ain't carryin' a basket?

Basket, bundle, pot, whatever she's carryin' to the well.

Well, how do I know she goin' to a well?

Who cares where she's headed?

The idea is to escort her so you can pop the question.

Pop the question, right.

Okay. Right, I'm all set.

[door closes] Here she comes. Here she comes.

I thought you said you had everything all set.

Come on, Trampas, I know the look of love when I see it.

What kind of look is she giving Cristobal?

It's just pity.

She's just sorry she has to dump him.

Look, she can't even keep her eyes front.

- Neither can he. - Come on, Trampas.

- What do you got in your hair? - Hmm?

Hey, hey, hey, Trampas, there's a merchant store

on the south side where they sell necklaces

and bracelets and all.

Well, now you're talking.

- A present might do some good. - Present?

I'm buying me a weddin' ring.

[chuckles]

[speaking foreign language]

Silencio, por favor!

In honor of my good friend, Trampas...

and in honor of his friend, eh...

Pick Lexington.

Pick Lehington. Leighton. Lahi...

In honor of his fine fellow,

I have made arrangements to bring over here tonight

the finest guitar player in San Ysidro

to play for you.

Manuel Iglesias.

Manuel.

Manuelo.

[speaking foreign language]

[guitar music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

- Warm night. - Yes.

Would you care to go for a breath of air?

[MamaFe clears throat]

Cristobal has already asked us to go for a breath of air.

Come on, Pick, El Jefe wants to play some cards.

Come on.

[gunshot]

Now, I'm not practicin' on drawin' on a man.

Shootin' against people is no good.

It's a handy skill to have if you're workin' on a ranch.

See, you might just do walkin' along like this,

all of a sudden you hear a rattlesnake.

[gunshot]

That's a...

That's the general idea.

Pick!

Show 'em how you shoot a head off a copperhead.

[gunshots]

What's all the shootin' about?

Ah, it was me.

I just, uh, did a little target practice.

[man laughs]

El Jefe: MonsieurTrampas, it's alright.

Any time you feel like disturbing the peace,

just inform Cristobal.

- And enjoy yourself. - Gracias.

Let me see you hit this, huh?

[gunshot]

[clapping]

Aye, you know how to shoot a gun.

You're not the only one that can cut a rope.

Well, thank you.

Well, looks like we got a pair of champions here.

Hmm.

Now, it's my turn.

Senorita.

[whistles]

[laughing]

Yeah, but I hit it.

[laughing continues]

A little messy.

Think we ought to stick the rope next time.

I know what's the matter with you.

You're mad because Cristobal cut that rope twice to your one.

Oh, please, Trampas,

I could've cut that rope to fluff

if you hadn't started throwin' eggs.

Pick, Cristobal's a crack shot.

Look, I don't, I-- I'm not here to mess with Cristobal.

Well, that's what it's comin' to.

Pick: Well...

maybe I am a little ahead of myself.

Now you're talkin'.

Where are you going?

- I want to exchange this. - For what?

- An engagement ring. - Eh...

What makes you think she's going to accept an engagement ring?

Well, I got to start somewhere.

MamaFe won't even let you get close enough to

give her a smile.

But I got that figured out, Trampas.

Oh, how?

You're gonna give it to her for me.

We've known each other for many years

but during the past few months

everything has changed.

You know how I feel about you.

My heart is full of love and respect.

I wanted to ask your father...

to let you become my wife.

I want your permission to ask his permission.

You know, you don't have to answer now.

Think about it.

But... if your heart is also full of love...

please say yes.

Teresa.

Here, let me hold the basket. You shovel it to 'em.

- Teresa... - Hmm?

Uh, my friend, Pick Lexington,

he had to go on some business, so, uh, he asked me

in case I ran into you before he did to, uh,

give you this small package, and a... note to go with it.

- What is it? - Search me.

It can't be much. It's no bigger than a thimble.

He said if it wasn't satisfactory

to please return it.

Here.

I'm sorry.

I can't read.

Don't worry about that, he can't write, so, uh...

I jotted it down for him.

Here, I'll, I'll render it to you.

Senorita,Teresa Zaragosa...

San Ysidro township.

- Dear one-- - Dear what?

One. Ah, one who is dear.

- It's a polite salutation. - Oh, yes.

Please.

Please permit me to plight my troth.

- What does he want me to do? - To plight his troth.

Does he need my permission to do that?

Well, it's his troth, that he can't plight it

without your consent.

I better ask MamaFe.

Well, there's no need to do that till you make up your mind.

She may not allow me to accept a keepsake.

It's not exactly a keepsake.

What is it?

Well, it's a... a ring.

- Jewelry? - Well, it's not jewelry.

I mean, it's just not any old ring.

It's... It's an engagement ring.

Engagement for marriage?

Looks like that's what he's driving at, yeah.

- Is he crazy? - He's a little eccentric.

Any return message?

No?

Yes? Maybe?

- There is no return message. - Teresa...

I just cannot think of too many things all at once.

Promise you won't tell MamaFe?

No.

- Then I won't tell you. - I promise.

- You won't tell Hernan? - He's my husband.

I promise not to tell.

Swear on your heart?

You're too happy.

- I know what it is. - No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

Somebody has asked you to marry him.

- Wrong. - What is it?

Two somebodies have asked me to marry them.

No, you can't do that.

What do you mean no return message?

She didn't even open it.

Oh... Well, what'd she say?

She asked me if you were crazy.

Well, how'd she look?

Sort of, uh, cross-eyed.

[clears throat] Promise not to tell Jefe?

Mnm-mnm.

Teresa's a good girl.

She loves her father.

She will do nothing to break his heart.

Anything that has to do with the family

is all that matters to her.

She will choose the right one.

I know, she will choose the right one.

All I can say is, you're a rotten messenger.

- You've heard of John Smith? - No, I did not.

Well, he had a go-between.

Yeah, well, I hope he was a lot better than you.

Myles Standish, that's who he'd pick.

Never heard of him either.

It won't mean much if I tell you what his girlfriend said.

- What'd she say? - "Speak for yourself, John."

Tsk. Can't pin him down, can you?

- There. - May I join you?

Oh, pull up an eye.

I can't stay too long, Jefe is waiting.

- SenorLehington... - Lex... Lexington.

That's what I said.

There's a lot of talk going around

about how you're making a fool of yourself.

- And what way might that be? - By breaking our customs.

Eh, well, I, ah...

I guess that's my fault, Cristobal--

Cristobal: No, SenorTrampas.

- You didn't break any rules. - What rules?

Rules of conduct.

You see, here in San Ysidro,

it is not considered good manners

to speak in certain ways

to a woman who is already spoken for.

It's a friendly piece of advice.

Gracias.

- You believe she's spoken for? - That's what the man said.

Well, I know what the man said.

I mean, anybody can go around speaking for every girl in town.

What I mean is, do you think she gave him an answer?

How should I know?

- We've gotta find out. - We'vegotta find out?

You're the one dyin' on the vine.

- You find out. - You want me to ask her?

Break some more rules and customs?

You saw him snap the stiletto between my toes.

- Unh-unh. - I'd take his advice.

Look, if Teresa wants to marry a stiff neck ramrod...

that's alright with me, I'll back off.

But if the field's still open, I'm in the runnin'.

I'll back off.

You said he beat you up?

I don't believe you.

Ten pesos for disturbing the peace. Next.

- Your name is Josefina Robles. - Yes.

And you're accusing this young man of following you around

and makin', uh, improper advances?

Turn around.

All the way.

What do you expect?

You got ribbons on your hair, you put oil on your shoulders,

you go around tempting the men.

Then when they're tempted, you yell for help.

Ten pesos for disturbing the peace.

Control yourself, amigo.

Let him go.

Jefe, can I interrupt you for a minute?

Everybody out.

Come back when I call you.

Is there something wrong?

I don't want to... trouble you, but it concerns Teresa.

Teresa?

She needs to have a talk with MamaFe.

What kind of a talk?

Cristobal: To give her confidence.

I have asked her a certain question...

which she must answer so I can ask you a certain question.

And she is not confident enough to answer you?

Oh, she's confused.

Well, ah, what is wrong?

I like your friend Trampas.

He's my friend too.

But his friend is not so friendly.

What'd he do?

Well... he's looking at her!

Well, she's something to look at.

I tried to...

I tried to tell him that she's already spoken for,

but until she gives me her answer

my hands are tied.

Well, now, you keep your hands tied, Cristobal.

I will speak to Trampas.

Explain the situation.

And he'll explain the situation to his friend.

And you'll tell MamaFe to give her the confidence she needs?

This is a family matter of great importance.

To all of us.

Teresa will do what is right. Hmm?

[instrumental music]

Well, how's the new saddle?

Best weddin' present I ever got.

Well, you can give it back.

There won't be a wedding.

Not yours anyway.

She run off with him?

She did not.

They're runnin' you off.

- Cristobal? - El Jefe.

Well, what's he got to do with it?

Just her father.

Well, I intend to ask for his blessing.

Pick, I swear, I always thought you were a man

who put your money where your mouth is.

But lately, you've been blowing up words like big empty bubbles.

You rant and rave about wantin' to marry Teresa,

then you hang back, where you can barely wave hello.

Well, I offered her my engagement ring.

Igave her your engagement ring.

And she turned it down flat.

Well...

She just can't snap at it like a turtle.

I mean, she got to play hard to get.

Playin' hard to get is puttin' it mild.

She's not playin', neither is old Jefe.

He told me to give you a word to the wise.

What'd I ever do to him?

It's not what you did, Pick,

it's what you're trying to pull.

I'm not pullin' anything, Trampas.

I'm straight and above board.

You're pullin' El Jefe's plans down around his ears.

You're pulling two people apart. Two families apart--

Maybe they'd like it better if I just come sneakin' around.

If that's what they want,

I'll just get me a ladder and sneak up to her window

throw a tow sack over her head and ride out.

Jefe's men fought with Santa Anna.

They shoot and they ride.

They guard every road, pass, which way out of here.

He's got no right to warn me off.

It's a free country.

Pick...

let me explain somethin' to you.

San Ysidro river changes course every couple of years.

Half of the time this town's in Mexico

the other half of the time it's in the United States.

Now, right now, they don't know

where the border begins and ends.

So it's not a free country.

It's El Jefe's country.

What he says is right is what's right.

Teresa's my intended, and I intend to stick around

and press my suit until it says... pressed.

[dramatic music]

Hah!

[dog barking]

Well...

He took it pretty hard, El Jefe.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that. - Yeah.

Well, he's really in love.

I'm even sorrier to hear that.

I'm glad the celebration is done, Sunday.

But I'd like to get him out of here, today.

Well, I'm sure he can control himself for three days.

I wouldn't bet on three minutes.

Well, the only thing to do then is to keep 'em apart.

We can use up a whole day by sending Teresa to San Mateo

to visit her grandmother.

- Yeah, but he may follow her. - No, no, no, no.

I'll keep him here with me and Cristobal.

I take 'em both to the hills and let 'em decide

who's best at, uh, shooting wild pigs.

That'll let 'em blow off a little steam.

- Right. Salud. - Salud.

I hope you don't mind, ah, riding out to San Mateo.

- Me? - Yeah, you know...

Hernan is good for nothing with that back of his.

And we kill most of the bandits

but it's still not good for a women to travel alone.

MamaFe is fix you good lunch.

- Good cognac, huh? - That's good. Good.

["Take A Look Around"]

♪ Just take a look around

♪ All around

♪ All your answers are waiting to be found ♪

♪ Look around

♪ No one tells a bird how to leave the ground ♪

♪ To fly around

♪ Or which way the wind blows

♪ He knows

♪ He just knows

♪ And he goes

♪ Just take a look around

♪ Use your eyes

♪ When you can't figure

♪ Where your pathway lies

♪ Use your eyes

♪ No one has to tell rivers how to rise ♪

♪ To grow to size

♪ Or a stream where to flow

♪ They know

♪ You don't have to think

♪ For days

♪ You're smarter right now

♪ Than you dream

♪ If you

♪ If you just follow

♪ Natural ways

♪ Why nothing's as hard

♪ As it seems

♪ So take a look around

♪ All around

♪ If you're wonderin' how happiness is found ♪

♪ Look around

♪ Get a feel for

♪ The music all around

♪ Hear it sound

♪ And then go where it goes

♪ And then go where it goes

♪ Just let your heart be free

♪ Let it be

♪ You'll soon see

♪ Your heart knows

♪ Knows

♪ It just knows

♪ It just knows

On the other hand, Cristobal is the kind of man

who would take care of a family.

SenorLexington is the kind of man

who would take his wife to places.

To visit cities.

- Trampas. - Hmm?

- What should I do? - Well...

Why don't you try a nap?

Can't you see my heart is breaking to pieces?

Teresa...

Now, now, you don't have to do that.

Cryin' won't cure it.

Best thing for you to do is just...

Just don't worry about it.

Look around.

It's a nice fine day.

Sun's not too warm.

Nice breeze.

Smell of desert flowers.

Let nature do it.

Try it, that's how you make up your mind.

Let nature do it.

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

You are very wise, Trampas.

Why can't the others be like you?

Either of 'em is... slight better than me.

Oh, no, you are kind and gentle.

You know how to give a woman a feeling of confidence.

That's, uh, nature.

Not me.

Yes, nature knows best.

That's a girl.

Trampas?

For the first time in days

I feel so safe.

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Let's, uh... Best that we push on.

We have plenty of time.

It would not matter if we did not go.

Grandmother does not know I am coming to visit.

El Jefe knows.

[instrumental music]

I want you to know what this moment has meant to me.

Don't tell me.

You don't want to hear?

Oh, no, it's just that, uh...

I think it's better locked up quiet,

so nobody knows.

That way it stays fresh in your memory.

[instrumental music]

I can handle it.

No, that won't be necessary.

It's mine.

Well, you shot too early.

The shot that killed him was mine.

Well, then how come he was laying dead

when your shot was fired?

It was not dead, it was turning left.

He was turnin' blue!

Now, listen, Cristobal

I've been pickin' off wild hogs ever since

I was born, so you just...

There's no need to argue,

I am presenting the trophy

of the hunt to the Zaragosa family.

With my compliments.

I'm not arguing. I'm tellin' you.

Will you get out of the way, please, it has to be skinned--

I'm giving it to Jefe.

Would you like me to move you?

- You can try. - I can do it.

Try it.

You're very fortunate,

you're El Jefe's guest.

Don't let that stop you.

It will be soon, SenorLexington.

Very very soon.

♪ So take a look around

♪ All around

♪ If you're wonderin' how happiness is found ♪

♪ Look around

♪ Get a feel for the music all around ♪

♪ Hear it sound

♪ And then go where it goes

♪ And then go where it goes

♪ Just let your heart be free

♪ Let it be

♪ You'll soon see

♪ Your heart knows

♪ It knows

♪ It just knows

♪ It just knows

- He called me a liar! - What'd you call him?

- He is a liar! - He's Trampas' friend.

He dared me to hit him.

I dare you to hit him.

Touch him, and you're no longer my assistant.

Cristobal...

Ah, look, I know you're in pain

but hold on to yourself.

By Sunday, he'll be gone.

If he stay here one day long, one day...

I will not tie your hands, huh?

Till then, hmm...

Bite on that.

- What happened? - Pulled up late.

Yeah, we did get to San Mateo.

It was a beautiful day.

Yeah, MamaFe can sure fix a fine picnic.

I better go in and help her fix dinner.

Thank you, Trampas.

Shoot, don't thank me, thank your father.

Ola, papa.

- She seems in good spirits. - Yeah.

How did you make out with the rivals?

Not so good.

They killed one lousy skinny pig

now they're ready to kill each other.

Sorry to hear that, Jefe.

You sure you don't wanna run us off

before it gets too hot to handle?

I can handle my people, Trampas.

Just make sure you can handle yours.

Yes, sir.

Corporal, sir.

[dog barking]

- Pick. - Hmm?

You awake?

Oh, I can't sleep.

I don't even try anymore, I just keep seein' her face.

- Hearing her voice. - Yeah.

I see the way she can get to you.

She's a whole lot of woman.

Oh, Trampas, I'm hurt.

Now, you know I could stand regular pain

from the time I got hit by that sidewinder.

You saw me cut myself and drawin' the poison out.

Saw me lay there and shake for three days

but I'm here to tell ya...

this being in love, oh, it's a whole lot worse.

Yeah, I can see where it can back up on you.

Especially, when you can't get it all together.

That's how I feel about my quick draw.

Quick draw?

Trampas, you compare target practice with love?

That just goes to show you don't know

the first diddly thing about it.

I'm not sayin' I know anythin' about it.

I'm just sayin' I know it tries on your patience.

Shoot.

I gotta get your promise, Pick.

I mean, your blood oath.

You gotta swear to me that you won't blow up

and let fly Cristobal.

I swore to Jefe I'd keep a tight rein on you.

For friendship sake, Trampas, I'll promise you this much.

I won't be the first, and I won't be fast.

But if he starts pushin', he's gonna get shoved.

Fair enough. Fair enough.

- Goodnight, Pick. - Goodnight, Trampas.

[dog barking]

[barking]

[dramatic music]

Now's your chance, Cristobal.

Pick: You could tell Jefe that you shot a prowler.

That's not a bad idea.

But he'd see that you're not wearing a gun.

Well, you can get it,

drop it next to me.

Might wake Trampas.

Besides, I'm not interested in killing a defenseless man.

Don't pass too fast, Cristobal.

'Cause you might have trouble cutting it any other way.

It's no trouble, I can cut it anyway you want.

You feel safer with a gun?

Here.

No need to be ashamed, you know.

No crime to draw against an unarmed man.

Pick: Of course, you'd be in trouble if you're up against

a man with a well-balanced piece.

How do you handle such a barrel heavy

hunk of machinery like this?

Shoot!

I'm pullin' the trigger half way home, and it still don't pop.

You bring it around sometime

and I'll show you how to file up a speed.

Is it too heavy for you?

Cristobal: It was built for my hand.

By the gunsmith Verta Del Cordova.

Verta Del Cordova?

You sure it wasn't a locksmith?

If you wanna pick a fight,

why don't you speak out like a man?

You know, these insults are like a child or a woman.

- I gave my promise. - To your mother?

To Trampas.

He made me swear that I'd hold back

from beatin' you to a jar jelly.

[groans]

[hens clucking]

What's going on here?

It must've been a coyote after the chickens.

Hmm.

Hurt yourself?

Ah, no, I caught a spur climbing over the wall.

They come off at night?

I wasn't in bed yet.

Some of my cognac's on the table there.

Couldn't sleep.

Well, let's have another one.

Trampas, little cognac?

No, no, you go on. I'm still asleep.

[Trampas yawns]

Coyote, huh?

Come on, they're gone.

Hey, you tangled with him, didn't you?

Shoot, no, Trampas,

we just started to feel each other out, that's it.

That hurt?

You gave me your word, Pick.

- Well, he started it. - Shh!

El Jefe let it go this time.

He just thinks it's a coyote.

Coyotes, come on.

If it were coyotes, dogs will be hollerin'.

El Jefe will be snooping around.

- He knows what's going on. - Oh, what am I supposed to--

- Shh! - What am I supposed to do?

Let that dumb bean post smack stuff out of my hand.

It's out of hand. Broke loose and knockin' down the fences.

Once it gets to fightin', Pick, there's no stoppin'.

Trampas, I give you my word I'm not gonna--

You did that.

- Where you goin'? - I'm leaving.

- And you're leaving with me. - Oh, no.

- No, sir. - What do you want to do, Pick?

Kill someone, or get killed? Is that what you're looking for?

- Blood? - No!

Just lookin' to get married, that's all.

Pick...

Will you do this for me?

Will you give it some time? Let it cool off.

If Teresa loves you, she's not gonna hop, skip and jump

to Cristobal.

Besides, if she sees you leave,

it'll force her to give an answer.

Now, that's how you get to her.

Force her to declare her true feelings.

Well, you got a point there, Trampas.

One of us is gonna have to stay behind to see

which way she's gonna jump.

Alright, I'll stay, you go on. I'll catch up with you later.

Now, Trampas, I trust you.

Now, I know you're lookin' out for my best interest, right?

You go on, I'll meet you at the Mesa Trail.

At that, uh, that water hole there.

Buenos dias, Mama Fe, El Jefe.

Well, well.

I will fix you a nice breakfast.

Hmm. Huevos rancheros?

[sniffing] Smells good.

Have a seat.

How's it going, El Jefe?

I was up half of the night.

Oh... How's Cristobal?

Not so good.

Jefe: I had a heart-to-heart talk with him.

But I'm not sure I can require

a man like him to remain peaceful.

Don't worry, El Jefe, Pick's left town.

- He has gone away? - Mm-hmm.

- This morning? - Yeah.

Trampas: Well, we had a heart-to-heart, too

and, ah, he feels it's better to let Teresa

have time to sort out her feelings.

Her happiness comes first as long as

what's right for the family.

Eh, I told you he was a real man.

And how long he's going to be gone?

Oh, long enough, and he promised to take my word for what's best.

Trampas: As soon as I ride out and tell him that Teresa's

pledged to be married, why, we'll both be headin' home.

You won't mind if we miss the wedding?

You're welcome to stay.

But perhaps to, ah, protect everyone's feelings.

As soon as you say it's official between Teresa and Cristobal,

well, we'll just push on.

It's official.

We will know by noon.

["Take A Look Around"]

♪ So take a look around

♪ All around

♪ If you're wonderin' how happiness is found ♪

♪ Look around

♪ Don't you worry

♪ Just put your heart be free ♪

♪ Let it be

♪ You'll soon see

♪ Your heart knows

♪ It knows

♪ It just knows

[dog barking]

Tere? Terecita?

You can tell MamaFe

that I am still thinking it over.

Oh, no, it's not MamaFe, it's Cristobal.

He's getting impatient.

Cristobal?

Now that SenorPick is gone.

But I saw SenorTrampas sitting with that nun.

Yes, SenorTrampas is going away this afternoon.

But they were supposed to stay here until Sunday.

Teresa, you don't have to play innocent with me.

You have two big strong men

fighting over you. It's exciting, eh?

The one that wins will come and sweep you off your feet.

People get killed playing those kind of games, Teresa.

What am I supposed to do?

SenorPick is gone, and Cristobal is here.

Tell him yes, that you will marry him.

He'll make a very good husband. Believe me, Teresa.

I want to do what is right, Tia.

Good.

I will finish my work and get cleaned up.

Tell Cristobal to meet me at the dockage

beside the church, at noon.

You will be very happy, Teresa.

Trampas, it's all set.

Teresa sent word to Cristobal.

Oh!

Ah, so that wraps it all up.

I'm off, packed and ready to go.

Hernan, go get Trampas' horse.

But, Jefe, my back.

That's alright, Hernan, you-- you stay put.

I may have to re-shoe him before I set out.

Jefe, you, ah, you stay and give Cristobal moral support.

It's a big day for him.

I'll meet you out front. Adios, amigos.

- Adios. - [speaking foreign language]

You know what's wrong with your back?

It has grown in the shape of that chair.

[dramatic music]

Pick: Psst.

Hey.

They told me you were gone.

Well, I forgot to say goodbye.

Did you come back to say that?

I figured it was about time

I started speaking for myself.

I'm sorry I couldn't accept your present.

In case you figured by now, I'm not too sharp at courtin'.

Trampas says I should grain in.

But I can't, Teresa.

I love you.

And I wanna marry and have ten or twelve kids.

[laughing]

He's here! He's here!

Who? Who?

That gringo, SenorPick.

I saw him with Teresa.

[glass shatters]

Tell me, not the whole world.

Me!

[glass shatters]

Pick, come on. Get on your horse.

Chucho, Pepe, get off the horse.

Trampas: Don't tell anybody you saw us.

Here, liquorice.

Vamonos,go on.

Alright, let's go. Come on.

Pick, you can't mope around here, not now.

Pick, you can't hang around here, not any more.

Now, come on!

You're being immoral, Pick.

What's there tomorrow?

You can't have Teresa, so you're spoilin' for a gun fight.

I know that crazy horse look you get

when you're past good sense.

You're not gonna kill, and you're not gonna be killed.

Now, get on your horse, and get off the streets

so I can get a chance to tell Teresa to marry you.

Now, you mean that, Trampas?

Now, will you be as forceful with her

as you're bein' with me, right now?

I'll tell her it's her fault.

She's gotta put a stop to it.

Better pick and choose, right now.

I thought I told you to vamonos, now go on.

Pepe's got some liquorice for you, now go on.

[instrumental music]

Hernan: Psst. Come here.

Come.

- Where'd you get this? - Trampas gave it to me.

Over there. Cristobal and Pick are going to have a gun fight.

Mm-hmm. You go, you go.

Teresa!

Teresa!

Hernan! I gotta see Teresa.

Tell her I know a way to stop anyone from being killed.

She's over at the place of weaving rugs,

away from here.

Down there.

Teresa.

Teresa, you gotta help.

What if I don't want to get married?

Well, say that. Go tell your father, he can put a stop to it.

That isn't true, is it?

- No. - Then you've got to choose.

- I can't. - You've got to.

It's come down to the end, and one of 'em won't live.

Cryin' won't help.

I don't care, I don't want to help them.

I'm crying for myself.

Then stop cryin' for yourself.

It won't help you either.

Oh, Trampas,

you're the only one who speaks to me in the right voice.

You're strong enough to be gentle.

You don't have to prove that you are a man.

I feel safe when I'm with you.

Please, Trampas.

Please take me away.

[sighs]

I know how you feel.

You understand me.

I can understand you not being able to make your mind up.

Had a whole lifetime your mom and papa

makin' decisions for you.

So, you've never had any practice.

You're not a woman, Teresa, not yet.

Still a little girl.

I like you, I like you a whole lot,

but likin' isn't enough.

You don't love me?

I'd like to take you away.

And you don't love me.

Not man to woman.

You love me like you love El Jefe.

For safety, like a child.

The love you're yet to feel is

what it takes to take care of,

protect a family of your own.

Jefe...

I must ask Teresa.

Do what you have to do.

Uh, I can tell by the look in your eye

what you're thinkin', but you're dead wrong.

Trampas: There's nothin' between us.

Go ahead, tell him, Teresa.

I love him,

like a brother.

There, see.

May I talk to you alone for a moment, Teresa?

I'm just on my way to visit El Jefe.

Let you two alone to work things out.

[speaks foreign language]

[children laughing]

For the last time, I ask you to be my wife.

El Jefe, I need your help.

One's waitin' down there.

The other one's over there with, Teresa.

I have released Cristobal from his promise.

And you've given him permission to kill?

He's a man.

You don't care if he's a dead man?

The best man will live.

But why does it have to be decided in killing?

Trampas, I do not have the power to test their heart.

Two cannot have one, they will have to fight it out.

One of them will die.

There is no other way.

Did you give your answer to Cristobal?

Teresa, the family is waiting for your answer.

Answer!

No? You said no.

No, I did not answer.

She lost her right to decide.

Now she must marry the one who lives.

[instrumental music]

[dog barking]

Pick, I'm not gonna let you do it.

Trampas: You're not to draw, you hear?

Don't come forward, Cristobal, I mean it.

You're both friends of mine.

And I'm not gonna stand to see

either one of you get killed.

- Get out of the way, Trampas. - I'm staying put.

Trampas, I'm warning you, go back.

No.

You're askin' to take a bullet, Trampas.

- That's right. - Jefe, pull him out of there!

- Trampas! - Stay out of it, Jefe.

You lost your right to decide along with Teresa.

For the last time, Trampas, get out of the line of fire.

No.

It's not your fight! Move!

It's my friend's, I'm not movin'.

[dramatic music]

Jefe...

we need your help.

[instrumental music]

[crowd cheering]

Teresa, Teresa, that's it.

You cry over someone besides yourself, then that's the one.

You've just decided.

What're you waiting for?

[sighs]

Pick! SenorPick.

Teresa: Pick, wait. Please wait for me.

[instrumental music]

Yes! Yes!

You sayin' you...

You'd marry me?

For ten or twelve children...

I want to do what is right.

[instrumental music]

[everyone cheering]

Why wait for Sunday?

Fire the cannon, blow the bugle.

Today is a day of feast.

[crowd cheering]

[instrumental music]

[gunfire]

[instrumental music]

["The Men From Shiloh" theme]