Original subtitles

- You're right on time, Leonardo. - We were up with the sun.

Are these all your people?

All that's left.

Bueno. You know the pact.

Starting from today we'll never have another battle

over the territory north of the Sierra Santiago.

This land will be yours. Live on it in peace.

From the pueblo de San Antonio...

...30 miles east... to the fortress of Hernández.

I'm here as a soldier of the Union to beat down the forces of slavery

and my job is to protect this pact.

Gracias. Que viva tu gente, en paz.

Throw down your guns!

We'll drink to peace! Gracias...

Wine for everyone! Everybody drink to peace!

I think that does it.

Wait! Something's over there, Jeremy. It looks like it's moving, brother.

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

Yes, there is, Uncle Jeremy, and it's a baby!

Well, Princy is right. It's a little boy.

(Father Jeremy) Princy! Hurry up!

(Horse whinnies)

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me, señores.

Whoa there.

Buenos días...

Father Jeremy, Bronze is limping on the left front-hoof

and I thought we'd best...

I mean...

We'd better go...

But, what's happened? What is it?

(Sobbing)

''Lay thee not up treasures in the earth -

''where moth and rust corrupt

''and thieves break through and steal -

''but lay thee up treasures in heaven,

''for where thy treasure is,

''there also will be thy heart.''

Your daughter will return, sister.

Princy?

She's gone.

She's always been threatening to and now she's done it.

Indeed, moth and rust do corrupt.

But... Princy? Where did she go?

I'm certain she went with that travelling company of stage-players

that went across the line into Missouri.

Must have been two or three hours ago. My Princy!

Where are you going, my son?

I'm going to get her.

Where? Missouri's a big place.

And further south you have to cross into Arkansas

and then moorland and cities and villages.

It's dangerous - your life could be finished

before you get to the next town.

I'll find her, I know it. Don't worry.

My son!

This is for you, it's the Old and New Testament.

And remember that David, with a sling and a stone,

did put down the great giant Goliath, the Philistine.

Mysterious are the ways of the Lord.

If he says go, you must.

We're going as soon as the stagecoach has been loaded.

Be careful, eh?

¡Buenos días, señor! Would you give me a little information?

I might.

Where are you heading with this stagecoach?

I believe that's my business, not yours. You better...

(Gunshots)

Come on, boys! Ride!

- What's going on? - Bring the doctor!

Over here, Doctor.

I'm sorry...

This is Stoop and that's Jack Anderson.

I'm sorry...

I always thought they were working with the Price brothers -

they should have been killed, too.

(Recites words softly to himself)

''...for where thy treasure is, there also will be thy heart.''

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

What did he say there?

He mumbled something.

Sounded like ''rescant'' or ''quescant''...

Requiescant, that's what he said.

''Let them rest in peace.'' That's Latin, you know.

All I know is that boy is the straightest shot I ever laid my eyes on.

- From Springfield, you said? - Yes.

Been on the road a long time, then.

Long enough.

I know the route you took - done it many a time myself,

and I hope I never set eyes on it again.

Dangerous territory.

I've spent years there, almost half my life.

The whole place is filled with bandits and murderers.

Look, Papa!

What is it, son?

He's got a pistol.

Reckon he has.

Nobody's gonna ride that road without a gun.

Even one that shoots cannon-balls won't protect you on the prairie.

Requiescant! Come outside!

Unless you're afraid to face the Price brothers!

That's right, boy, don't waste time! We've come a long way to kill you!

Come on out, you yellow-bellied skunk!

Come on! What are you waiting for?

Better go out the back.

Round the other side.

There he is.

What do you want?

Tell him.

Poor fella. Why did he have to die?

Pardon me and pardon them. Amen.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis,

requiescant in pace. Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Bury them, por favor..

Pardon me for putting you to so much trouble.

And thanks for the meal.

He said we should bury the bodies, not the pistols.

You think you could keep an eye on him?

I'll only be a few minutes.

Thank you very much.

- Mister, can I get something to eat? - Sure, ask the girl over there.

Miss, can I...

- Hey, where's those two whiskies? - Have you got a table for me?

You can take that one over there.

- Howdy, Burt, what'll it be? - Make mine a double whisky.

- How about you? - The same.

Double or nothing, eh?

Thanks.

- You still hangin' around? - My baby is dying, Señores.

You must come and look at her, Doctor. You must.

You're the only person who can save her life.

- I'm very busy at the moment. - I'll say he's busy.

I'll wait, then?

Not around here, away from the table!

You're poisoning the air, pig.

Now get out, otherwise you'll be needing some medicine and bandages, too.

Right, Doc?

- I want to talk to the sheriff. - (Laughs) The sheriff?

I'm not going to leave till I've talked to the sheriff.

The sheriff... I'll show you the sheriff!

Apologise! Apologise to the gentlemen!

Get up, get up! You know we let dogs in the saloon,

but not when they start giving orders, right?

Eh?

Now, you really wanna see the sheriff?

Show him the sheriff we elected for San Antonio!

Take a look!

(Laughter)

There he is!

Get out! Out!

Drink it down, stranger. New in San Antonio, eh?

- Been here about an hour. - It's a nice little town, mister.

But there aren't any churches.

That's why it's nice.

Preacher, eh?

No.

No, not with that Smith & Wesson. But you sure look like one...

(Woman laughs)

You'll like the town.

(Woman laughs)

(Chuckles) No, you'd never become a preacher.

Like girls too much, don't you?

Go on, bet. I always bring you good luck.

Oh, never mind. I've had too much of your kind of good luck today.

That's my little gold mine.

Very productive, top rate ore.

Come here, sweetheart. Let's have one on the house, eh?

Just lay off, and I hope you choke, you old goat!

Got much cash?

For a small sum, you'll find her just by using those stairs.

At the top of the stairs, first door on the left!

But it doesn't matter which door you open,

because they all lead to gold mines anyhow!

Hey, where do you think you're goin'?

- Upstairs. - Ah no, you've got to pay first.

Pay?

- No money, no upstairs. Understand? - But he...

That's right, that's how it's done. Here you gotta pay first.

Good.

All right, go ahead.

After Tapeeca, Wichita,

Little Rock and Kansas City, we went to Austin again.

That's where it all began.

Dean Light practically won me in a game of poker one night.

So I'm his.

Less important than his horse...

...and less looked after than his boots.

But I'm his.

Dean Light whistles and I run and eat out of his hand.

Come home, Princy.

How?

After... this?

Oh, please!

Please look at me.

Look at me well!

Do you at least understand what you see?

Do you?

This is a prison!

And if I try to get out, Dean Light would hunt me down

no matter where I am.

You got to listen, Princy.

I want to help you.

I'm gonna take you away from here,

and you'll never be alone anymore, Princy, I promise.

What do you want to do?

Well, there must be some other way than force.

The law...

Yes, the law!

Every man is born free, Princy.

Born free!

- Princy! - Got change for a ten spot?

The guy's from Texas,

and Texans don't leave tips, you know!

(Laughter falters)

Nice to meet you.

Well, I must admit I don't think much of your tailor,

but you must be someone - they let you through with your gun on you.

See you later.

Lope. Not much different than me.

Anyhow, we were talking about the law.

The law in San Antonio has only one name, ''Ferguson''.

George Bellow Ferguson.

He's the boss, the boss of everything there is.

I came here to help you, Princy.

No one's going to hurt you anymore, I mean that.

I'll speak to Ferguson, I'm sure he'll listen to me.

The death of Lincoln could have been a godsend to the Confederate cause,

even though the outcome of the war was already quite evident.

I maintain that Ben, gentlemen...

You're putting a time limit on my discourse?

I was present at Appomattox

the day that Lee met Grant to discuss the terms of the surrender.

And I'll never forget the pride of that southern general on that day.

He was wearing full dress.

His boots were shined so that you could see your face in them.

What dignity he had.

I will never forget what that taught me.

In aristocracy there is strength.

You only had to see those two side by side - that southern aristocrat

and that northern democrat -

to understand what I mean.

Actually, that was his last official act.

You're very wrong, Babcock.

The old south has much to say yet.

Much.

I'm still sure it's a wise thing they did, doing away with slavery.

Don't talk to me about the abolition of slavery!

That poor pretext used by the northern capitalists

to subjugate and destroy the south.

They talk about economic advantage, but which of us really has it?

The southerner, who must first buy his slave,

then in addition must feed, clothe and shelter him for the rest of his life?

Or the northerner, who pays his labourers, but so damn little

that he keeps them in a perpetual state of need and starvation!

Happiness and liberty

are basic human requirements that cannot be suppressed forever!

Sam!

- Yes, sir? - Come here!

Sir?

Sam, supposing you had the choice

of being a completely free man - working, worrying about

where your family's next meal was coming from -

or a slave, who always knows

his master will look after y'all, no matter what...

Which would you choose?

To be your slave, yes, sir.

Thank you, Sam.

But don't let that discourage you, Dave.

You keep using that word ''liberty'' in your speeches,

because the voters like to hear it.

Because I'm determined you'll be our next senator at any cost.

I mean, the war has been over for ten years.

And everything is dead and buried.

Well, not everything is buried,

but it amounts to the same thing.

Right, Ferguson?

That is not funny, Babcock. You're out of order.

Understand what I mean?

Hey, you! Here's a loaf of bread. You look like you could use it!

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

It's a pity to waste good bread.

More of a pity to waste good bullets.

- What are you looking for around here? - Mr Ferguson won't like it.

On top of that, he won't like your face much.

He'll think it's just a little too dark.

It's my face, señor.

Ah, that's what it is, eh? You're a Mexican.

Make any difference?

I'm asking the questions! What are you looking for?

Señor Ferguson.

George Bellow Ferguson...

- ...the boss? - My brother.

Your what?

Sorry to disturb you, your brother is outside.

Excuse me, gentlemen, but something rather interesting is taking place.

You recall my having a brother? Edith?

No... No.

Well then, let's go see who this unknown brother might be.

Help yourselves to the brandy, gentlemen.

I understand you're supposed to be my brother.

That's not exactly a compliment

to the memory of Jefferson Lucius Ferguson, my father.

Or should I say... our father?

Shall I throw him out, boss?

Brothers in the Lord. It's important that we speak and there was no other way.

Ah, you bring the Lord in to it,

you kinda make it my religious duty to hear you out, is that the idea?

All right, son, what's on your mind?

You see, Princy wants to leave and she's not allowed out.

- And since you... - Wait, wait. Hold on a second.

Who is Princy?

She's kept in the saloon with all the other girls

and she's forced to...

I... I think they call that forced prostitution.

Mr Ferguson, Princy's like a sister to me.

She has a right to be free.

That's what I ask.

Just what is this story, Dean Light?

I hope it isn't the same thing that happened in Laredo...

You know how I feel about mixing women and work.

Yes, boss.

Well now, you let this girl go.

And I mean right away.

Hear?

Right.

Dean Light?

It's your own good I'm thinking about, you know.

Well, brother,

your Princy's a free girl now.

- Happy? - Yes. Thank you.

(Chuckles)

Fancy way to carry a gun.

Yes, it surprises me, too.

Er... you know how to use it?

I've been forced to a couple of times. It wasn't ever my fault.

You must be pretty good at it, considering you're still alive.

Well, you're signing up another hand, Ferguson?

Maybe.

There are never enough good guns, Babcock.

If they prove to be good.

It seems like even schoolboys are being treated like grown men these days.

Brother, these gentlemen are doubting your ability.

So here's what I'm going to do: propose a contest.

Shooting and drinking contest.

Know what that is?

No.

Well, you'll find out.

It's an excellent yardstick to measure the true ability of a sharpshooter.

(Gunshot)

- Hey, not bad! Great shot! - That's the way it's done!

You're up, brother.

Don't you think 15 paces is a little too much, Ferguson?

No. Now hold on there a second, brother.

Before you're allowed to shoot, you've got to empty a glass.

He's a very good shot. Very good!

All right. The lady moves back another three paces.

Hey, that wine's too good to waste. Gimme some.

And that's 43!

Now we'll see which one of us is a man, eh?

Brother, you know that just leaves the two of us, eh boy?

Come on, drink up, drink up.

But...

...that's too far away.

I mean... too much danger of hitting the girl.

Fire! If she gets a bullet, it means you've lost.

(Slurred speech) Don't worry, even if you shoot off two fingers,

she'll still have enough left to scratch with.

(Drunken laughter)

Will you shut your mouth, damn it?

Why don't you make the game a little easier?

You're better with one of these!

(Gunshot)

(Spectators murmur favourably)

(Hiccups)

You better give up. He's too good, you can't beat him.

You think he was good, eh? Well, I'll show you.

I will not be beaten!

I'm an aristocrat, you understand? An aristocrat!

You just lie there and wait your turn, boy.

(Spectators murmur and chortle)

- Well done! - The old fox hits back!

No! No, stop it!

You're torturing her!

- It's inhuman, stop it! - Stay out of this, woman.

No more shooting! Someone is going to be killed!

No!

You slut! You shut your mouth, hear me?

(Shouts) No! Go away!

Come here, you!

Leave me alone!

Come here... you white trash!

I won't come near you, no!

I'll show you! Shut up that dirty mouth!

You're a monster, a murderer!

When I get my hands on you...

Do you hear what I say? You're a murderer!

I'll kill you, I swear it!

No! I know you, George Bellow Ferguson,

- Come here. - No... leave me alone.

You'll never torment me again!

Find someone else.

Get out! Get out, all of you!

No! No, I hate you! You killer!

Sam!

Let's get this trash out of here.

(Stammers) Forgive me.

That was a fine show you put on, Edith.

Did you have fun?

Now let me tell you something:

the next time you get it into your sick head

to do something like this,

I'm going to kill you.

And if you think I'm kidding, you just remember your father.

He thought I was a great kidder, too...

He was wrong.

Yes, I know...

You're right, I shouldn't have drunk the wine.

It was very bad of me.

Very, very bad.

But you know, there's nothing...

There's nothing in the good book against wine.

Father Jeremy would have told me.

Oh, hold it! Whoa! Whoa!

Listen, I'm going to read you the good word.

''And Noah began to be an husbandman,

''and he planted a vineyard,

''and he drank of the wine,

''and he was drunk.''

You see, that's it.

There's nothing else. Nothing against wine.

What did I tell you? Not a word.

Put another couple of slugs in him, Jack. I don't trust that preacher.

He might still have...

Requiescant in pace...

Amen.

(Group) Amen.

Amigo, please bury them.

Don't be nervous, it won't help you.

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

A cowboy? Hmm, no.

He's never seen a round-up.

He's no preacher, either.

I told you he's a friend.

Probably the best friend I've ever had.

Ah, I know, he's one of those intellectuals.

I ran into a lot of them, you'd be surprised.

I was working at Moreno's, near that big cotton plantation.

Get out!

Are you deaf or something? Get out!

Are you thinking of going some place?

Hmm. I'd be interested to know where.

Oh yes, of course, I must have forgotten your friend!

Hope it won't bother you very much, little girl.

The fact is,

I brought you some pretty unpleasant news.

You won't see him again.

So forget him, pigeon.

(Buzz of conversation)

No!

(Talking stops)

The only women I ever skinned were Indians.

This experience is going to be fun.

What's the matter?

You didn't really think I was going to hurt my source of revenue?

No...

No!

Please, no!

You're prettier when you're not crying.

- Have one of these... - No, please no!

(Wails)

Swallow.

Swallow it!

Make it go down your throat, go on!

Swallow it!

Not here! Mr Ferguson said not to.

Good evening.

- Take care of everything. - Yeah.

Quick! Two beers!

Come on!

- (Drunkenly) Come on... - Burt!

Leave him alone!

Come on.

Where are we going?

You're a bunch of idiots.

You were with him in the desert. How did you lose him?

Who are you?

(Utters a guttural sound)

That's fine. Gracias, amigo.

(Guttural gibbering)

(Shrill tin whistle)

So this is your hideout...

(Gibbers)

Ah. I don't know your name,

but that doesn't really matter, I'll call you amigo.

Look! This, Dean Light, is a petticoat.

And these here are net-stockings.

And here is a pair of cheap lace bloomers.

Frills and furbelows!

All garments designed to confuse the minds of men!

Weak men, and you are weak!

And because you are weak I've lost three of my best men!

But how could I ever imagine that Jack...

You couldn't imagine anything!

Because all you could think about was losing one of your little whores!

Well, now you're going to lose all of them!

Open up in there!

(Woman) 'It's closed for a reason!'

- Now there's no more reason! - What's happening?

What's happening is that George Bellow Ferguson's had enough!

Now get out! All of you!

And that means...

...you, too!

As of now, your work here is finished!

I want every one of you out of here within 24 hours.

But, Mr Ferguson...

- Did you mean me too? - Eh?

When you said we have to leave San Antonio.

No, I didn't mean you.

You're a good boy

and I know you've been faithful to me.

You know I wasn't trying to disobey you,

I just wanted to have a little fun for myself.

Nothing wrong with that, is there, boss?

Dean,

you're a bright boy.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

Forget about women.

They don't let a man think,

and a man has to.

He must be able to build, create,

and not be distracted by inferior beings.

Tom, two whiskies...

Yes, inferior beings,

because they're morons, animals,

whose main purpose is to reproduce.

That's why I married Edith,

to have an heir.

But my wife...

...couldn't even fulfil that function.

Well, here's to you.

You know, Dean,

you and I have been friends for a long time now.

You just do as I say and...

...one day everything here will be yours.

I'm not as good-looking as I used to be, am I?

About that boy, he's been a problem for us.

So I figured something out that's going to let us get rid of him

without losing any more men.

Hey! What are you doing?

Oh, the scar! That's something I've always had.

Here, see? Some sort of an accident when I was a kid.

But why are you looking at me like that?

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

What are you trying to tell me?

Ahh! The two of us will take care if they come after us.

Just what is it that you're after?

What are you looking for?

Will you please tell me?

Oh, it's a gift for me.

''Leonardo Marqués, tierra y libertad.''

Is this for me, too?

''Leonardo Marqués, tierra y libertad.''

Well, who's Leonardo Marqués?

Mexico.

I'm Mexican?

And who's Marqués?

I'm not a Mexican...

(Cries out)

(Horses ride by)

Princy... Princy!

PRINCY!

Princy...

Princy.

- I couldn't keep him out! - Where's Princy?

I don't know. Light put me here in Princy's room

when she went away yesterday in such a hurry.

Somebody has to know where she is.

Listen, I've already told you, mister, no one's seen her since last night!

- Will you two try to explain to him? - He's right.

No one's seen Princy all day long!

- Where are you going? - Princy!

I tell you she's not here!

- Princy! - Hey, what's going on out there?

She's not here! She's not here, I keep telling you!

Cut that out! I'm gettin' kinda riled up.

This has cost me two dollars and I'm not getting anything out of it.

Shut up, you!

Listen to me. I don't know what you intend to do with that pistol,

but I wouldn't want to see anyone make you eat it.

It's a miracle that you're still alive.

Listen to Martha.

(Gunshot)

Come on out!

There's Dean Light with all his little boys.

He murdered the girl! Just found her.

Where is Princy?

(Yells) Where is Princy?

Stop it!

That's him, judge.

In my opinion, the submitted evidence is ample.

Hurry up, judge. Mr Ferguson's in a hurry.

This court finds the prisoner guilty as charged

and sentences him to be hanged.

Well, that's that.

I have an appointment in Laredo tomorrow morning.

I guess I'd better be going. Goodbye, Mr Ferguson.

Murderer!

You massacred my people.

And now your men are going to hang me for a crime that you committed.

What would you do without them?

So kill me like you killed my father at Fort Hernández

if you want to shut me up.

All right! String him up!

Just a moment!

What are you talking about?

You know what I mean.

Who are you? What's your name?

Requiescant.

It means ''rest in peace''.

Hey, boss, ain't this a hanging party?

But he's a killer, he murdered the girl!

Dean Light, would you like to find yourself

in the middle of a Mexican revolution?

With our heads as the target?

Well, that's what will happen if that boy has talked to the wrong people.

So don't you think it's better if we found out?

Bring him to the ranch.

Another one.

All right, now will you start talking?

(Tuneless whistling)

Well, that makes the fourth time he's passed out.

Well, I'd say it's a matter of time.

Gentlemen, I'm hungry.

I suggest we all go get something to eat.

I think we can leave our young friend here.

Holman, you stay guard and I'll send you something up from the kitchen.

Thanks, Mr Ferguson.

Hey, you! What's that for?

I'm taking food to the workers.

Wait a minute.

Let me take a look.

You're bringing them pretty good food. You must have stolen it.

The boss's French wine. Looks like I caught you, eh?

But I think we can make a deal.

(Gurgling cry)

Hurry!

Thank you.

All is in God's hands and what is written shall happen.

Here's your gun.

And don't forget,

Dean Light is only a gun my husband makes use of.

George Ferguson was the one who ordered

the extermination of all the Mexicans in this territory.

The territory belonged to you, to Leonardo,

to all the men of the pueblo!

It's all written here on the parchment.

Thank you. I won't forget.

Buena suerte.

Señora...

Why are you doing this for me?

Because when Ferguson killed your parents he murdered mine, too.

And if I let him kill you, it would be like killing a brother of mine.

Adiós.

Adiós.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu

in mulieribus et Benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.

I always told you that night air was bad for your health, Edith.

No! No!

No.

No!

You know, Edith, one thing I always admired in you was your great dignity.

Don't disappoint me in death.

(Rope creaks and body slumps)

She died well, Dean.

It was...

...a beautiful moment for her.

Felipe, all of you! Let him go.

Hallelujah.

Jubilate Deo, quia Dominus bonus est

et misercordiam suam jubilate

et exsultate omnes...

Yes, it is the same.

Our old friend was right.

Who are you?

This is Aldoblado, Manuel, Felipe,

Alonzo, and Nino, Pilar...

and I am Juan.

We were with your father at the battle of the Sierra,

then at Torreón.

All in his brigade under general Villa.

My father...

He was a true man, eh, muchachos?

- Yes, he was. - He was a good man.

Governor Cámaras put a great prize of many pesos on your father's head.

And when they brought him news of this, do you know what he said?

''That's too many pesos for just one head,''

and went on with his meal.

What do you want from me, Juan?

I guess you must think I'm only some sort of Peón.

I'm a priest.

Your father fought for liberty like a wild animal,

and so do all of these men.

I guide them, but not in the way a pastor protects his flock.

Each village - under the Marques treaty, that is - even San Antonio, is ours.

We want to live in peace with the Americanos, peace forever!

But if we have to fight for that peace we'll destroy ourselves.

What plans do you have?

Only to free ourselves. And this book will bring us freedom.

Word gets around in the mountains.

They say you're a good man with the six-gun, even if...

nobody would know it to look at you.

Ferguson must die, and whoever is with him must die.

God provides forces for good as well as evil.

We need guns and men who are not afraid that they might have to die.

We have been denied justice, so we will make our justice!

What will happen? The best crops, the pueblos,

the prize cows and bulls will change masters,

and the new masters will just have new slaves.

Ideas, not cattle, are the most important things to be changed.

But justice is only in the heart of the man who is just.

You all know this, amigos.

And he whose heart is empty, his ideas stay the same forever.

I know. And what you must do, you must do alone.

But we will always be near you, even when you don't expect it.

And a hundred dollars on top of it.

Yeah, and another hundred, just to make it interesting.

Here's three little ladies, Burt.

Three aces.

Your hand don't bother you for picking up the cash.

It pulls triggers, picks up glasses and bottles,

and handles my money.

Here honey, this is for you. Maybe I'll buy you a boyfriend, eh?

You could afford three or four the way the cards have been falling for you.

Meaning what, Clyne?

You understood all right.

Will you both shut up and get on with the game?

It's your deal.

Let's go.

Well, I don't like it anyway.

- What don't you like? - I don't like playing with your cards!

Just deal the cards, will you?

- Who opens? - Me. 20 dollars.

I'll see ya.

(Older man) I'm in.

(Gruff voice) Fold.

Buenas tardes, ¿les apetece un poquito de música, señores?

All right, all right.

Amigos!

(Plaintive singing)

Y'all know anything with some life in it?

I've had enough of that funeral march.

Gracias, señor, gracias.

(Upbeat mariachi music begins)

(Laughter)

(Slurred speech)

Didn't use to do all that drinking.

He's been hitting the bottle every day

since the Mexican went and skipped town.

(Drunken laughter)

Hit me with another bottle of Tequila, but good stuff this time, eh?

- This one's the finest in the world. - It had better be.

- Here you are, Light. - iGracias, señor!

Louder, louder!

What is this stuff? I said I wanted Tequila!

Well?

(Shouts) Where's that bottle?

(Gun clicks)

(Music stops abruptly)

The rest of you go on playing.

I don't want to kill you.

I play a different game.

A little game called hangman's noose.

Go on, I like that song.

Easy, friend.

In about two more minutes it will be midnight.

I didn't say this was a joke, I said a game.

First you have to climb up on your stool,

put your head in the hangman's noose

and shoot my stool out from under me.

We fire at the first stroke of midnight.

You've got to have steady nerves and a strong heart.

You 'bout ready to try?

You're out of your mind, you know.

No, I'm not mad.

So, you want to try it? Fine. Let's get at it.

Up we go.

The fact is, a coward might be tempted to fire

before the stroke of midnight.

But it would never enter your head to pull anything like that.

I bet you like this.

It's the sort of game that would appeal to you.

Keep your mouth shut, you...

Just hold on.

(Music stops and clock continues ticking)

(Clock chimes)

It says in the scriptures,

''The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.''

It's not very likely, but...

...may they rest in peace.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

Are there many of you?

(Manuel) No. There used to be a great many of us.

Now there are very few left.

But soon our number will grow again.

And Juan, the priest?

Ah, there is a man!

His parents were peones, but he didn't want to be.

When he was a little boy, he went off to be a servant in a rich man's house.

The rich man sent him to school,

then he came back and taught us to fight.

He doesn't know how to use a gun.

He does not want to use a gun.

(Horses approach)

(Bell resounds)

(Bell reverberates)

(Reverberating continues)

Dead, Mr Ferguson.

And no one's ever going to be able to find the pieces.

That boy gave us a rough time.

He killed two men and wounded half an army.

It's lucky the Mexicans haven't got any more men that good with a .44 calibre.

You should have seen the other night when Dean Light saw him coming fast.

Shut up, Clyne!

I will not permit you to talk that way about Dean Light.

He was...

...a good man.

Paquita! Romero!

Where the devil have they all disappeared to?

Just wait till I...

Hey, Lope, wait a minute.

Where do you think you're going? Come back here.

The place needs cleaning, it's almost 6:00.

Vicente! Lola! Pablo!

What is it?

What's going on?

What is it? What's going on?

All the Mexican servants are gone. The master's awful mad.

Go see what you can do, Tony, will you?

Here they are! ...

iBienvenidas, señoritas, bienvenidas!

iMucho gusto! iBienvenidas!

iQué niño hermoso! What a beautiful child!

iQué lindo!

Here, Don Juan, the best-looking one of the whole band.

Baptise him. Baptise him, Don Juan!

Do not laugh, Nino, please, for war is evil.

Pray that it may not curse our home.

Look everybody! Look everybody! Beautiful!

I am willing to wait it out, Ferguson, but in Laredo, not here, thank you.

I had three servants in my house, Mexicans, and three rifles.

Disappeared, the six of them.

No, no, I don't care for this business at all.

And it doesn't appeal much to me. You understand that, Ferguson?

So you don't like it, do you?

Well,

you want to know what it is that I don't like?

That among all of you there doesn't exist one ounce

of that rather special virtue called honour.

To think that I helped out vermin like you.

Remember when you were deep in debt, Babcock?

And you came to me begging for help?

Well, who was it who honoured those debts?

George Bellow Ferguson, that's who!

And you, Robeson, Doctor Robeson,

honoured member of the medical profession,

but only because the lawyers of George Bellow Ferguson got you acquitted

when you were about to be hung by your scrawny neck for murder!

And you, Judge Harriman, your honour,

would you be quite so honourable

if one George Bellow Ferguson hadn't pulled you out of the gutters of Austin

when you were a hopeless, stinking alcoholic?

Oh, yes...

Honourable men today, all of you,

because your friend's name is George Bellow Ferguson.

But your honour is only an escutcheon,

while mine is a way of life.

You all make me want to vomit.

We all know what you have done for us, but someone,

I mean the governor or Washington...

You're right. If the true story of the massacre ever comes out,

we're finished.

I said ''we'', because we're all,

every one of us,

in the same boat.

I see it a bit differently, Ferguson.

Giving us a little illegal help now and then

isn't exactly the same thing as destroying the population of a city.

Or occupying lands that had never legally been sold.

I'm giving you ten seconds to get out of here.

And if you ever come back, I'll kill you! I said get out!

Out! Out, damn you!

George Bellow Ferguson never needed anybody!

Do you hear me? Anybody!

Mr Ferguson, the Mexicans are all gathered at the fortress.

(Bell tolls)

Just what do you all think you're doing here?

Now listen, you are all good people.

So why do you want to listen to the advice of bad people

who only want to bring you trouble and misery?

Don't listen to these troublemakers!

You let George Bellow Ferguson take care of them for you!

You all run home now, hear me?

Tell me, who is your leader?

No one commands here. This land is our land.

Before we can cultivate it, señor, we must bury the bones of our dead.

Your land? Yours!

You don't have anything that's yours!

Not even the shirts on your back!

I gave you everything!

But Ferguson giveth and Ferguson taketh away.

You understand the meaning of that phrase?

I give you exactly one minute to return to work.

(Bell continues to toll)

All right, Clyne...

...shoot to kill!

(Requiescant) I don't advise it! It could be dangerous!

Here I am, Ferguson.

I've been waiting for you.

You!

I don't know what hell has vomited you forth.

But you've arrived in an inopportune time.

Clyne, shoot him dead!

Hold your fire.

If anyone of you makes the mistake of firing one bullet,

it's death for all of you!

Let's get out of here!

What do you want?!

I want you, Ferguson. My mother, my father, Princy and my people,

they all want you and want the liberty you've taken away from them.

You know what a monkey is?

A monkey is something that makes you laugh.

And you all are like monkeys.

Going around spewing the word liberty.

And that makes me laugh.

Liberty! For you liberty is only a small piece of earth,

where you can sit in the sun and rot!

And that's all!

You don't develop,

you don't build,

you don't create!

But still you want liberty.

And what would you do if you got it? You'd defile it!

You'd go around like barbarians,

destroying what the George Bellow Fergusons of this world

have worked centuries to create!

You are the dregs of the earth.

You have no more rights than animals have.

You were born servants and you'll die servants!

Still spewing the word liberty without knowing what it means!

So, prepare yourself...

for death, Ferguson.

You're judged and condemned.

(Ferguson) I will not be judged by you!

A gentleman can only be judged by his peers...

...or by himself.

Let me die as a gentleman should.

Gentlemen die like other men.

Requiescant...

...don't dishonour me in death.

Let me die by my own hand.

Let me die with dignity!

War is not terrible because of the evil men who are murdered,

but because of the good men, because war murders pity.

It pleased you to kill Ferguson, didn't it?

You had fun, like a little boy with a fly.

Don't forget,

Ferguson was not an enemy of yours, but an enemy of ours.

It was not your land he robbed, but ours.

Unfortunately, we need men like you.

You're the most expert killer of us all.

For that reason I and my men are begging you

to become the commander of this band.

And I pray the Lord that you'll be willing to accept,

uniting with other bands like ours, battling, crusading,

so that our poor people will have the justice and liberty they've been denied.

Adiós, Nino. Adiós, Pilar.

Adiós.

Adiós.

Adiós, Requiescant, y buena suerte.

Adiós.

(All shouting) iAdiós! iAdiós, amigos!