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FREEDOM!
THE FIGHT CONTINUES!

Control of the Nuevo León region
is in the hands of Santillana

(solemn music)

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My friends...

I'm going far away...

to that cruel war.

Maybe courage will ensue...

if it will.

Who knows if...

if there will be hope...

or if fear will ensue?

But...
but there is one thing that is certain...

this is a beautiful song.

Beautiful.

And it's here...

in my breast...

now...

FREEDOM!
Daily Mexico News

THE FIGHT CONTINUES!

Control of the Nuevo León region
is in the hands of Santillana

(rousing music)

RUN, MAN, RUN

There's no fear, my comrades,
for those who seek the revolution

As for death, we'll like it

And we will face danger
with happiness in our hearts

For justice and brotherhood

The little ones are deprived
of the flower of life and love

Well, adored they are no more

And for us, it is life,
the most profound idea there is

And let life be filled with happiness

(bird cawing)

(horse galloping)

"I AM A SOLDIER OF DIAZ
THEY MURDERED ME"

(ominous music)

(dog whimpering)

(Cuchillo whistling 'Espanto en el corazon')

(humming)

(sniffs)

(chuckles)

[Soldier] Aim!

WELCOME TO SAN MATEO

- Run, vamos, run!
- Stop that.

Get him, shoot!
(gunshots)

(speaking foreign language)

Run!

Run!

(horse galloping)

(traditional mariachi music)

Ah! (laughs)

Dolores! Querida!

I told you, querida,
I'd be back right away.

See, eh?

That was six months ago, you bastard!

Dolores, but, my star,
why are you running away?

Oh, you pig!

So it's me who's running away?

¡Hijo de una gran puta!

I put bars on the windows,
and a lock on the door.

I had you caught.

And you managed to escape
from a hole in my roof.

- Dolores--
- Enough, enough, enough.

Go away now, I don't
want to see you anymore.

- No, Dolores.
- Get away.

Dolores, rosa blanca de Mexico.

Here I am, and that's what matters.

Yes.

Tell me you love me, eh?

(Dolores grunts)

Chula.

And now, little muchachita querida,

I'm gonna give you a present
to show you I forgive you.

Oh really?

For me?

Yes. (chuckles)

You bought it?

I didn't mention anything about buying.

Oh, it's gold.

Yeah.

Thank you, how beautiful.

"To... Sheriff...
Nathaniel... Cassidy,

in honour...
of his 20th bandit.

From, the citizens of Douglas."

How many?

20.

That was the count five years ago.

Here, give it back.

Here.

No.

Dolores, what you doing with that?

(Cuchillo chuckles)

(Cuchillo humming)

Adios, adios.

- Well?
- Adios. (chuckles)

- Cuchillo?
- Vaya con Dios.

What do I get now?

Hmm?

(Cuchillo clears throat)

Make room for Pedrito.
(rooster crowing)

Señoras y señores, I'm going
to show you a cock fight.

(patrons cheering)

All bets accepted up to 100 pesos.

This is Diaz.

Namesake of our beloved presidente.

And this is Santillana, namesake of our

much-talked-about revolutionary leader.

(patrons chattering)

Any reference to people
living is purely intentional.

(patrons laughing)

Vamos, muchachos, bet, bet.

I think--

Si, Manuelito, what you think?

- Pedrito.
- Si!

- Two pesos.
- Three pesos.

Two pesos.

- Pedrito--
- Hold on, I get to you.

Who else wants to bet?

Tatiana, okay.

- Tatiana, oh, thanks!
- That's the line for me.

- Vamos, muchachos.
- A man can't steal in peace.

Even American sheriff is here now.

13 pesos, Miguel.

That's Sheriff Cassidy.

He found me out.

(patrons chattering)

[Pedrito] Hey.

What?

[Pedrito] I don't know.

1000 pesos.

I bet 1000 pesos that someone
doesn't get out of here alive.

1000 pesos.

Any takers?

Señores, tonight we've
got a rare treat in store.

A real human match.

There's no limit to the bets on this one.

You can see on my right...

Steve Wilkins, wanted in
every state of America.

30 robberies, eight killings, 15 duels.

Almost all legitimate.

And on my left...

On my left?

If you don't talk now, no
one's going to bet for you.

[Woman] I bet four pesos on Steve Wilkins!

[Man] Five pesos!

Five pesos more!

(crowd shouting)

Patroncito.

Patroncito.

I bet 20 pesos on the black.

Gun belts on the table.

Our well-beloved presidente
has forbidden duels.

But if the guns are on the table,

and someone uses them in self-defence,

then it is all in order.

Shoot after I count 10.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

(knife thuds)

(glass shatters)

(gunshots banging)

(man gasping)

I'm sorry to send you off
with a bit of bad news,

but I didn't come here for you.

I'm no longer a sheriff.

I'm working a job of my own now.

And for much more than
the thousand bucks reward

on your head.

Anyway, it's been a great satisfaction.

(patrons murmuring)

(rooster crowing)

(coins jingling)

(cheerful music)
(cheerful whistling)

Hey.

You, halt.

Where are you going?

Where are you running to?

Come here.

You.

I asked you where you're running to.

Who's running?

I'm not running.

Hey.

Stop that.

Stop!

Stop there!

Eh!

Oh, here.

I stopped.

I stopped running.

I am innocent, sir.

I haven't done nothing.

I wasn't there.

I swear, I wasn't there, sir.

Oh, that money, I, I won it
honestly, in the posadas.

Let's throw him in the cell.

[Cuchillo] I don't know anything, sir.

Just a minute.

This is Manuel Sanchez.

Alias "The Knife."

Cuchillo is an old friend, and deserves

to be treated differently.

Know why he's called Cuchillo?

That's why.

(knife clanks)

All right, all right, throw me in.

Not yet.

Lift up that foot.

Lift it up.

The other one.

You know, all those knives
he could get out of the back.

Now we can throw you behind bars.

Right, Cuchillo?

If it's right for you, it
has to be right for me.

You see?

It's a lucky thing I knew that bastard.

(knife thuds)

Papa.

Can't you give me a cell of my own?

You won't be in company for long.

This one is going tomorrow.

President Diaz has granted him a pardon.

God only knows why.

Is he dangerous?

Very.

Señor Ramirez, is a poet.

(insects buzzing)

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten,
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

14 bullets.

One day, I'll have the satisfaction

of counting 14 holes on those Frenchmen

of the Secret Service.

They are thick-skinned, all right.

They came as hired killers
with Maximilian of Austria.

Then stayed on with Juarez,
and now they are with Diaz.

They'll bury us all, and our flags too.

[Man] Please come.

Can you follow me, please?

Assignment carried out,
as far as I can see,

Colonel Sevigny.

Very good.

That rebel gave us a
great deal of trouble.

Yes, but not so much as
to disturb the minister,

just to check on his death.

I didn't come here for the
mission you have completed.

It's about the one coming next week.

There's a man in the prison at Torreon.

He's been pardoned, and they're
setting him loose tomorrow.

That man's worth $3 million.

(gentle music)

A hundred dollars if you
help me get out tonight.

$100?

$100?

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

I need your help, Cuchillo.

I've struggled all my life.

But I'm not a man of action.

But with you, it's different.

You have been brought up on
the free roads of Mexico,

where you have been
trained to defend yourself.

Hmm.

I must get out of here,
and get across the border

to Texas immediately, I must.

Hold on a moment, poet.

Momentito por favor.

Listen, let's get this straight.

You have been pardoned, right?

Yes.

You're going out tomorrow, right?

Yes.

Hmm.

And you want to give me $100
to take the risk of an escape,

just to gain a few hours time?

Or a few minutes, whatever
advantage you can give me.

(people chattering distantly)
(horses rustling)

Psst.

Here he is.

(Cuchillo shouting)

My stomach! (shouting)

What's happening?

Is he sick?

Maybe it's something he ate.

So what?

He'll either croak or
else he will get better.

(Cuchillo shouting)

Be careful.

Knives fly.

Open that door.

(keys clanging)

Open the door.

That's it.

You.

(gun clicks)

Now you take us outside.

Like a very good boy, eh?

All right, but take the
knife away from my throat.

You mean this one here?

(Cuchillo giggling)

Just look what I have to
do to marry this tram p.

But this is the last time.

Either he comes to the priest (grunts),

or he can stay in jail and rot.

Let's go, poeta.

Cuchillo?

Hmm?

Dolores?

But what are you doing?

I'm escaping, querida.

What are you doing?

Be careful, be careful, okay?

(Dolores groans)

You beast!

I was coming to rescue you.

This is my future wife.

Did you bring those horses for us?

Sure.

(speaking foreign language)

Who is that one?

Señor Ramirez is a very dangerous poet.

(Dolores grunts)

No, no. (chuckles)

Amorcita, you have made a mistake.

The horse is for him.

No, Cuchillo, you can't do this to me.

I brought these horses
for us, not for that man.

No, the fact is that he likes my company,

and if I take him to Texas,
he'll give me a hundred dollars.

I bring you back a beautiful watch.

Hey, Cuchillo, where you going?

If you leave me again, that
means you don't love me anymore.

Dolores, if I leave you,
it's to love you more

when I come back.

Adios, amor, adios!

Liar.

Swine.

Louse.

But I'll get you, don't worry.

(blows kiss)

By the Holy Virgin of
Guadalupe, I'll get you, by God!

(triumphant music)

Mexico, you were born in a wind of knives,

between two furiously foaming seas.

Mexico, you have opened
your arms to the vagabond,

the wounded, the landless, the hero.

I feel happy.

(Cuchillo chuckles)

The wind.

The wind of knives.

Ah, I love wind of
knives, you know, Ramirez?

Life is beautiful, and
we are like brothers!

Vamos!

(triumphant music)

You're Ramirez.

You still remember me, old man.

Ah, ah.

Bienvenidos, bienvenidos.

- For me?
- Si.

Muchas gracias.

M uchas gracias, señora. (chuckles)

We're again together, eh, peones?

Ramirez.

Bless my son?

(baby crying)

In the name of Mexico, I bless you.

(baby fussing)

Gracias.

Look Ramirez, I kept this for you.

The newspaper that I
used to secretly print

in Burton City, when I was
forced to take refuge in Texas.

Now that you're free, you
can begin to fight again.

I shall continue the battle.

Thank you.

I put it over my heart, as an oath.

(chickens squawking distantly)

(water sloshes)

(gunshot blasts)
(pitcher shatters)

(people gasping)

(suspenseful music)

Ah, Ramirez, querido compañero.

At last, after so many years.

M m.

My entire past is here
today to welcome me.

(chuckles)
Tequila!

We must celebrate, my
old friend, our hero.

Now who are you fighting for?

Only to live, that, I swear.

I have only a few men,
no money, and no rifles.

But now there's no need to
worry, is there, friend?

We'll have money, lots of money, eh?

Tequila.

What money?

Gold.

The Juarez gold you hid for us.

Let's go and get it
now, end the revolution,

and great living, eh?

The Juarez gold is for
the people of Mexico

to overthrow Diaz, not for you.

Am I not Mexicano?

Are not my men, peones?

Did I not fight in the revolution?

No, you merely use the revolution

as a cloak for your banditry.

Okay then, you'll give me the gold

because I am bandit, because I am here,

because I'll make you talk.

(Ramirez grunts)

(speaking foreign language)
(man groans)

Not even Diaz police managed to do that.

Yeah, but I know you, I know
how to make you give in.

All right, all of you, in a line.

Vamos! Rapido!

Well then, Ramirez?

(gunshot bangs)

(pleading in Spanish)

Don't move, talk.

Speak up, Ramirez.

(gun clicks)

(gunshot bangs)
(horse whinnies)

Don't you see that your
people are suffering?

And the more that you wait,
the more they will suffer.

(child crying)

(speaking foreign language)

No, stop!

(gunshots banging)

(man groans)

(man grunts)

Maldito.

Here!

(gun clicks)

(gunshots banging)
(people shouting)

- Who is shooting?
- Over there.

(gunshots banging)

Poeta.

Cuchillo... you...
my only hope.

A thief.

A vagabond.

I put my trust in you.

(gunshots banging)

Take this to Burton City.

Burton City?

Run, Cuchillo, run.

What are you saying?

The gold, the gold...

(gunshots banging)
(wind whipping)

(horse whinnying)

Stop!

(man groans)

(horse whinnying)

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

Seems that the gringo
over there is with us.

Yes, I saw him.

(gunshots banging)

Hurry, get him!

Run!

(horse whinnying)

Stop!

Run.

(Cuchillo shouting)

Run, Cuchillo, run!

(gunshots banging)

(speaking foreign language)

He's gone.

Shall I follow him?

No, there are too many dogs around.

We'll get him later.

(gunshots banging)

They're going away.

Follow that boy and
report back to Santianna.

And you?

I must see a friend.

We used to be together once.

Was he a pistolero too?

He was a revolutionary.

Cassidy, one of the gringos who came

to fight with us under Juarez.

- Adios.
- Adios, Jose.

(solemn music)

Saludos, Jose.

Nathaniel Cassidy.

I got here too late.

Me too.

And a friend is dead.

Yeah, well, the tracks continue.

We are going to follow
them together, amigo,

for the revolution.

Just like the good old time.

You know, I always like
to remember you, Cassidy.

Remember that you, a stranger,

fought for a country
that was not your own.

It's a bad time, amigo mio,

because Diaz's oppression
is becoming worse now.

And people are just afraid,
don't react or help.

We must find the gold of Juarez.

And we can do it, if you will help us.

Riza and his men, they don't
mean anything to us now.

We have just proved it.

I'm sorry, Jose, we weren't together.

We just had the same target.

You no longer have faith in our cause?

I no longer have faith in men.

I fight only for myself now.

That's a shame.

And if you really think that,
I'm afraid I can't let you go.

I wouldn't do that.

Let's go our separate ways.

To each his own, amigo.

I was just as fast as you were once.

Yeah, but in the last few
years, your job was politics.

Mine, a gun.

God will decide.

I am the one who is fighting
for a rightful cause.

(gunshot)

(solemn music)

A rightful cause is not enough, Jose.

(adventurous music)

Cuchillo!

(angelic choral music)

(woman grunts)

(woman grunts)

(praying in Spanish)

Was he your husband, miss?

Huh?

My assistant.

[Cuchillo] Ah, pobrecito.

Poor little thing.

Help me.

Yes, certainly.

Sure, certainly.

(Spanish)

He seems a sleeping, huh?

Ay, easy señorita, easy.

Who did it?

A bounty killer?

No one.

He died of an illness.

Well after all...

I suppose it can happen that way.

GOD LOOKS UPON YOU

Hey!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

May I?

All right.

Gracias.

Are you of a religious sect?

Huh?

Sergeant Penny Bannington, Salvation Army.

What's that?

We're soldiers of the Lord.

We fight the devil to
save people's souls.

Señorita.

Where are you going with this
wagon full of God's bounty?

To the pueblo of San Miguel.

Then across the border.

My mission in this country is finished.

I'm going back home
to Burton City in Texas.

Burton City?

Could you possibly use another assistant?

That one is dead.

All right.

(chuckles) Gracias.

Stand up!

Adjust your clothes.

You look like you've been in a pig pen.

Hmm?

Button up your shirt and stop eating.

There's no time now.

Don't you understand?

You've got to look like a human being.

All right, grab that
other shovel and help me.

You're a soldier of the Lord now.

Hey, you, work.

No regrets, Neil McDuff.

You are happy in heaven,
and another soldier

will take your place,
and will do your job,

and play the drum without pause or rest,

while you're sleeping in peace, Amen.

Say "Amen."

[Cuchillo] Amen, Jesus.

(uplifting music)

- Cuchillo!
- Hm m?

We'll stop here.

You'd better get up.

We're out of water.

Now go and get some.

Why don't we wait till it rains?

No.

It won't rain today.

Go get on your horse and take a look.

I'll stay here.

(singing 'Espanto en el corazon')

Don't move!

Throw down that knife.

(Cuchillo grunts)

Calm yourself, Jean-Paul.

You know you must learn
to control your anger

if you want violence to pay off.

Help!

I wasn't there!

Don't try to be clever.

We followed you since
you escaped from jail.

I know nothing!

I wasn't there!

I don't know anybody, I swear!

Help! (shouting in Spanish)

[French Man] What did Ramirez tell you?

[Cuchillo] I don't know any Ramirez!

I just know a Gonzalez!

I know Pedro Dominguez!

I don't know Ramirez! (crying)

Help!

Help!

Help!

Where were you headed for?

I'll talk!

I'll talk!

I'll talk!

You'd better start speaking up now.

You find the map there on my horse!

Under the saddle!

Stop there.

(Cuchillo shouting)

(gun clicks)

I thought I could do it in cold blood.

But I haven't sunk that low yet.

(man grunts)

Aha!

Run Cuchillo, run!

Run!

(adventurous music)

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

I have nothing against you.

What have you got against me?

I even bet on you!

Por favor!

You did right.

As you can see, I'm still winning.

Please!

(angelic choral music)

Take it easy.

You're hurting me.

You're the one who let
yourself get caught.

Keep talking.

What could I have done about it, Michel?

He seemed to be half dead.

How could I imagine he
was so quick with a knife?

But where did he hide it?

I don't understand.

Damn Mexicans!

You look at them, you
think they are sleeping.

Always sleeping.

Suddenly...

(Dolores gasps)

Where's Cuchillo?

What did you do to him?

Très bien.

- Are you his girl?
- Si.

Cuchillo must pay for this wound.

I'll begin by taking a little on account.

Wait a moment!

I want to talk to her.

You can always reason
with a woman in love.

Cuchillo's in trouble.

Big trouble.

And soon, he'll have even more.

Are you gonna tell me where you put

that piece of paper Ramirez
gave you before he died?

What piece of paper?

Cuchillo.

What piece of paper?!

Don't get smart with me.

It's not worth your while.

Even if you reach the treasure,

how long you think you'd stay alive

with three million bucks?

I've killed men for 500 bucks,

and there are some who'd do it for 10.

But listen.

Listen.

How can you do a thing like that?

Because a man, you should kill him,

like when you make love
with a woman, you know.

With feeling, with sentimental--

I strung you up with feeling, didn't I?

So what?

What does that change?

(Cuchillo shouting)

Yell your head off boy, yell.

(angelic choral music)

Whoa!

Hey!

Cover up your nakedness immediately.

Cover up!

But how can I?

You sadistic, filthy brute.

And to think that you're an American.

Aren't you ashamed?

(Penny shouting)

Don't touch me!

Let me go.

Leave me alone!

Oh!

Hey!

Bastard!

Whoa!

Ah!

[Cassidy] Where'd you hide that paper?

It's a newspaper, isn't it?

Newspaper, newspaper, newspaper!

I don't know how to read!

I throw it away!

Look, I don't know.

Well then, if you haven't got
the newspaper, you're useless.

And if you're useless,
I'm gonna kill you.

(gun clicks)

Cuchillo?

You haven't lost it.

By luck, you left it in my wagon.

Madrecita!

Is this what you're looking for?

Give it here.

(Cassidy laughing)

Always trouble.

Women. (spits)

That's it.

Thank you.

You're really lucky.

Si, really lucky, really lucky.

(Cuchillo spits)

Now you can have a rest.

I'll run for you.

(Cassidy laughs)

Run, run, run, run, run.

I'll lead the wagon a
little way down the trail.

Come on, ah!

Thief!

Coward!

Señorita, señorita!

Do you know what you have done?
You made me lose a fortune!

What?

A fortune!

A fortune.

Get down from there.

Come on, señorita,
how am I gonna do it?

Cover yourself with this.

Untie my hands up here.

Come on, señorita.

Maybe it's better on the other side.

The other side.

Yes.

You have to loosen the knot first.

Not here!

Not here.

Now come here.

Come here.

(Penny screams)

Ay!

Ay, ay, ay.

Did you hurt yourself, señorita?

No.

Because I did.

No, I'm fine.

(Penny screams)

And now how do you feel?

(chuckles) Dolores.

What a pleasant surprise.

¡vida de mi vida!

You dirty pig!

Animal, cover up!

Come here!

- But Dolores, you too, why?
- Come here!

Come over here, quick.

It's better you don't try to talk.

It's better for you.

I think there's a misunderstanding.

So, I'm misunderstanding, huh?

You shut up.

I'll talk to you later.

Come here, Salvation Army.

Girls.

Let's talk it over.

(women grunting)

Muchachas! Muchachas!

Hey!

Will you stop?

(women grunting)

(insects chirping)

[Dolores] Cuchillo.

Cuchillo.

Mercy on us, poor sinners.

Amen.

(coyotes howling)

(Cuchillo sighing)

- Cuchillo.
- Hm m?

- Tell me you love me.
- Hmm.

Tell me I'm beautiful.

(angelic choral music)

Tell me you're going to marry me.

(Cuchillo groans)

But if you love me,
why not marry me?

Dolores, a man can't settle
down just like that, chula.

Besides, I'm too busy.

I got to find the treasure first.

- Treasure?
- Mm-hmm.

Where is it, this treasure?

(chuckles) I'm looking.

You're looking for it where?

- Far away.
- I understand.

You don't love me, and also,
you don't have any faith in me.

Ahh, ay, ay, ay.

I got to go north from
the Sierra San Miguel,

some miles after the Sierra
Nevada, to a little mining town.

Over the border in Texas.

The place is called...

Burton City.

(Cuchillo yawns)

Rest now, Cuchillo.

Sleep.

It's all right.

I know you love me.

I love you too, my darling.

Sleep now.

(birds chirping)

Dolores?

Señorita Sargent.

Señorita Sargent.

What happened to Dolores?

(Penny sighs)

Excuse me.

She's gone away.

Take this drum.

(drum bangs on ground)
(Cuchillo yelps)

You're gonna do a lot
of praying and drumming

from this moment on, Cuchillo.

(drum banging)

Cuchillo.

Brothers.

We are here to feed
your souls with prayers,

and to quench your thirst
at the fountain of truth.

If violence inflames
your hearts, it is a sin.

(drum bangs)

If you are greedy for money
and luxury, it is a sin.

(drum bangs)

If food means carnal pleasure,
it's a sin.

(drum thuds timidly)

When a woman awakens your
senses, yes, that too is a sin.

(taps drum with no conviction)

Amen, Amen.

Amen.

And now, brothers, let
us bless the Lord's food.

[Cuchillo] Amen!

Amen, Jesus.

(people chattering)

In order.

First the children, then the
old women, the young women,

the old men, and finally, the young men.

That's right.

(people chattering)

Wait!

(drum banging)
Wait!

Wait!

All of you!

What do you think you
are, beggars or something?

Listen to me!

Amigos!

But you do not have to beg for this.

The bread, it belongs
by right to everyone.

To all men who are here.

They don't give it to
you, you must steal it!

It is your duty, as honest
citizens, to steal it!

It is not a sin to eat
when your belly's empty!

(people chattering)

Eat!

Eat! (laughs)

Like that.

- It is for you all!
- Cuchillo!

I am saying you must steal!

Hey, Cuchillo!

What if tomorrow, you
have nothing to eat, huh?

Steal!

(speaking foreign language)

(drum banging)

(speaking foreign language)

Steal the bread.

(drum banging)
(Cuchillo laughing)

I am part of a religious order.

You can't do this to me.

Shut up!

I am part of the Salvation Army.

Señorita, por favor.

Señorita!

Untie him immediately.

You can't keep him tied up like that.

(growls) No one tells me what to do here.

Swine!

Bastard!

If you don't quiet down,
I'll string you up too.

String yourself up by the
moustache, you bastard!

Filthy son of a generation
of street walkers!

Soldados, go to his
sister, because his sister

is like his grandmother.

And his grandmother is like his mother.

And his mother is like his
daughter, if he could make one!

But he can't! (laughs)

I tell you why.

Because the pig is impotent.

And the one who might
seem to be his daughter

had been fathered by
the whole regiment, no?

Run, you ass.

Left, right!

Left, right!

(jeering in Spanish)

(Cuchillo laughs)

About face!

Uno, dos!

Uno, dos!

Uno, dos!

Uno, dos!

(Cuchillo laughing)

(Cuchillo grunts)

(growls) Now let's see
what you have to say

when your head's in a thousand pieces.

Criminals.

Murderer!

Adios.

Shut her up.

- Criminals!
- Quiet!

Murde--

Murderer.

God.

God in heaven.

(officers laughing)

Hear our prayers here on Earth.

Let them feel of your wrath.

Send your angel of flames to us.

(officers laughing)

(wind howling)

(fuse hissing)

(people shouting)
(triumphant music)

Rebels!
(gunshots banging)

(laughs) Bueno!

(gunshots banging)

Untie him, Pablo.

(horse whinnies)

Let him come in.

(people chattering)

Wait there.

Raul!

(water splashing)

Raul.

Raul.

Five of you go to the kitchen
and the pantry, sack it.

Take enough rations for los compañeros.

Give the rest to the townspeople.

No, señor.

Gracias.

My son, you smoke too much.

You must eat instead of smoke.

Mama!

Por favor.

Eat, my son.

This is Cuchillo.

The young man you saved.

Fine fool you are, amigo.

Going around taunting the soldiers.

Never attack unless
there's a 50/50 chance.

Well, I am meaner, Señor General.

And I don't know nothing
about arithmetics.

Neither did your friend,
Ramirez, deal with figures well.

And he was far from ignorant.

Letting himself be killed when the lives

of these people probably depended on him.

And only for one woman.

But the people, for Ramirez at that time,

was just that poor woman, Señor General.

Andres.

Tell Raphael to block the
road and blow the bridge.

And you.

Bring me the papers, huh?

One thing is sure.

Ramirez knew how to make himself loved.

And that is another thing
the revolution needs.

I will name a town for
him, after we've won.

But to win, we need gold.

What did he tell you about his money, huh?

Nothing, he told me he was going to

give me a hundred dollars.

Don't joke with me.

I want to know about the gold.

Pablo saw you talk to him before he died.

You know what the situation is?

When Juarez realised he was losing power.

He gave the funds he personally
administered to Ramirez.

Ramirez hid the gold outside the country.

When he returned, he was
arrested before he could

tell his companions where he put it.

Understand?

(gun clicks)

It is the gold of the revolution.

For the revolution.

I am the revolution!

I can see you know something.

But unless you want to,
you will never spit it out.

So I will make you a calculation.

A 50 percent chance.

I will trust you.

And let you go look for it.

M uchas gracias, señor.

Amigo.

I said 50 percent chance.

Pablo will go with you.

Tá bien.

(people chattering)

- Adios amigo.
- Si, señor.

Vaya con dios.

- Better times are coming.
- Si, señor.

(shouting in Spanish)

Señor General.

Señor General.

When I come back--
If I come back, with the treasure,

will you give me, in the
city named for Ramirez,

just a little road with my name?

For $3 million, I will even
give you an entire square!

Vamos, muchachos!
Vamos!

Viva.

Viva!

[Crowd] Viva, viva!

(gunshots banging)
(crowd shouting)

Viva!

Viva Santiaga!

$3 million?

(solemn music)

Oh, caballo.

Where do you think we are?

It is difficult to say,

these hills are all the same.

Let's ask him, come on.

Yah, yah.

Oye, amigo.

Can you tell me where--

I ain't your amigo, dirty Mexican.

Get outta here.

I think we are in Texas.

Gracias, señor.

Vamos caballo!

[Sevigny] You're punctual.

I'll tell you at once.

$500 is not enough.

No.

I want a thousand.

Hands off!

And don't you forget, I am
here for a business deal.

Exactly, my dear.

We are partners.

But why not friends?

Jean-Paul, stop that!

I don't want you as a friend.

I don't like both of you.

I made this deal with
you because I want you

to leave Cuchillo alone, and because

I don't want him to find the treasure.

$3 million would be a disaster.

Do you understand, with
these thousand dollars,

I can buy a house, and a stable,

and finally marry the son-of-a-pig!

Très bien.

One thousand.

If you have the information.

Cuchillo is going to Burton City.

Give me that money.

I want to go now.

Michel!

We are government representatives.

The people must have faith in us.

(coin rattles in tin)

- Get down!
- What?

Shh.

(suspenseful music)

Ah.

(Cuchillo humming)

Life is beautiful.

The world is beautiful, beautiful.

Pablo, I can smell the gold already.

(shouting in Spanish)

They're Mexicans.

Vamos, vamos!

Matalo, Pablo.

Matalo!
(gunshot bangs)

(suspenseful music)
(gunshots banging)

Matalo!

Yah!

Riza.

It is Riza!

Oye, Pablo, let's run!

Let's run!

(adventurous music)

(man shouts indistinctly)

You go ahead, Cuchillo.

I'll stay here and hold them off.

Vamos pablo vámonos aquí

Run away, Cuchillo.

Get to Burton City.

Now go!

I can't leave you alone,
they are too many!

(gunshot bangs)

Run away, Cuchillo!

You can gain some time.

Now go!

You'll never manage it.

Go away.

I am not doing this for you, idiot.

Bring the gold back to Santillana.

Run, run!

(shouting in Spanish)

Run, Cuchillo, run!

Run! (laughs)

(triumphant music)

(horse whinnying)

(metal clanging)

I don't understand.

It's an old newspaper.

(objects clattering)

(metal clanging)

- He sent me.
- Who?

We don't know the newspaper.

And we don't know the name.

You've been misinformed.

This office is where Ramirez printed it,

and this is where he hid with
that gold for six months.

And I know all about you too.

Fernando Lopez,
under secretary of finance

in Juarez's government.

Manuel Etchevaria,
cavalry officer

and Juarez's military advisor.

Mateos Gonzalez, printer.

I'll bet it was you who set up the paper.

[Manuel] Are you a man of the law?

(hollow knocking)

Open this trap door.

(gun clicks)
After you.

THE SPEECHES OF BENITO JUAREZ

[Fernando] It was the book
he always carried with him.

And those are his clothes.

He didn't approve of our
dressing like Americans.

You must excuse our lack of trust.

It's true, Ramirez was here.

But we don't know anything about the gold.

What do you want?

Was there a founder here once?

There was a sculptor, but he's dead.

Just a safety measure.

First I check up, then we'll let you go.

Buenos días.

Ramirez sent me.

You're the third man Ramirez sent today.

Hmm, the third man?

Cassidy, myself, who is the third?

Just a safety measure.

I check up, then we'll let you go.

Believe me, señor,
this is a mistake.

Go ahead.

Look at me.

I don't, señor...
(door closes)

I haven't done anything.

I haven't seen anything.

I wasn't there, señor.

Se lo juro, I wasn't there.

I wasn't there, believe me.

Go on, get in there.

(Cuchillo) Dios!

Son of a bitch!

(Cuchillo chuckles)

What a coincidence, huh?

Son, this ain't got nothing
to do with coincidence.

Hmm.

Señorita Sergeant?

What a surprise.

Buenos dias.

Hi.

Señor Sanchez.

- Hm m?
- Cuchillo.

(speaking foreign language)

I'm Christopher Bannington,
mayor of Burton City

and Penny's father.

I'm very, very glad to meet you

and to have you as a guest in our city.

Your humble servant, señor.

Make yourself at home.

This is merely precaution.

For your sake.

Keep you safe.

My daughter has told me the whole story.

My dear, dear boy.

You'll see.

You'll be fine here with us.

Arthur, did you do what I said?

[Arthur] Yes sir.

Something my daughter thought of,

so you can meet your new friends
in a fit and proper manner.

Dressed like an American?

I chose it myself.

Are you sure it's my size?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

It's for you.

(Cuchillo moans)

The neck is good.

- No, thank you.
- No, no.

(Cuchillo slurping)

Well, we'll leave you to finish your meal.

But we'll come back later
to have a little talk.

A serious talk.

About everything.

Cuchillo, think of all the
good we could do together.

(Cuchillo chuckles)

With $3 million.

(Cuchillo groans)

(groaning)

Querida. Oh, querida. Vida mia,

Are you suffering badly?

I think that the time's, come.

I don't want here, I'll kill you!

I don't want a gringo for a son.

Go!

Get out of here!

Nobody needs you!

No, he won't be born in Texas.

Don't give me no trouble.

You got to hold him another three days

till we get back to Mexico.

(horse whinnying)

All right, now go ahead.

For your services, I
promise that you'll have

the rank of colonel in the cavalry,

and at the same time, we
abolish the price on your head.

Or, putting it another way...

The new Colonel Riza
captures the bandit Riza

and takes the reward money.

Think it over.

I trust you.

Si.

I trust you.

(gunshot bangs)

Do you have a Mexican prisoner here?

Did you hear me?

- Is there a Mexican boy here?
- Hey gringo, take.

Quick, open the lock.

Come on, come on.

To the left.

(man grunts)

Hurry up, gringo.

They're coming.

Come on, don't look at me.

No!
(gunshots)

Howdy, partner, sir.

What do you want from me?

I don't know nothing about nothing.

(gunshots banging)
(men shouting)

Hmm.

(gunshot bangs)

After what happened in the prison,

we've decided that your presence
is a danger to the town.

This decree is signed by the city council

and orders you to leave the town.

I'm only the mayor.

I can't do anything about this.

But I do have a proposition in mind.

Penny mentioned gold to us.

A lot of it.

But no one has seen it.

I think we understand
each other, gentlemen.

So let's cut it short.

You must decide,
either talk, or get out of here.

(water sloshing)
(ominous music)

(horse neighing)

They killed the others.

Get on your horses!

To Burton City!

What's gotten into you?

Stop!

I'm gonna burn it down.

To hell with your orders,
Colonel Sevigny.

(chuckles) But it wasn't
an order, Colonel Riza.

Merely advice.

- Ha, I like advices.
- Good.

Look.

This is Burton City.

And here, we have Cuchillo,
the gringo, and the gold.

But there's also a couple
of hundred citizens,

and at least 50 of them
can handle a rifle.

They are cowards and
don't know how to fight.

D'accord

Put these 50 cowards against
the wall, burn their houses,

kill their children and women,
and they soon become heroes.

I'll kill them all with my own hands.

And while you're busy killing them,

our two friends will escape with the gold.

Perhaps that's just what
they're waiting for.

What's your advice?

I'll listen.

We must find a way that the
citizens leave the town,

leaving our two pigeons alone.

- In the empty town.
- Yes, Colonel.

Either they hand over
Cuchillo and the gringo,

or they evacuate the
city, because at midnight,

when you come, whoever's
left is a dead man.

And to show them you're not joking,

you'll notify them in
the most unequivocal way.

- Unequivocal.
- Mm-hmm.

It's difficult speaking like a colonel.

(both laughing)

We gotta gain time.

A little gold would do,
if presented properly.

This can make an ingot.

A watch isn't enough.

(church bells chiming)

(chuckles)
If that's the only problem.

(chorus singing indistinctly)

(leather stretching)

Cuchillo, we're making an
ingot out of the watches.

Supposing they made
watches out of the ingots.

No, not watches.

Something else.

This printing press hasn't
been used for years.

Now I'll show you something
you'll really like.

(knife scratching metal)

Raspa gringo, raspa, raspa.

Is it all gold?

A solid gold printing press?

$3 million.

Madre mia.

The responsibility was too great for us.

As you can see, we are
incapable of defending it.

I only hope that Ramirez
really did send you,

because this gold represents
the hopes of all Mexico.

(crowd shouting)
(gunshots banging)

(horses neighing)

(crowd chattering)

[Man] Here, give me a hand here.

We must hand the men over.

Or leave town.

They're coming at midnight.

(tense music)

We've only got a few hours.

It's half past six already.

What do we do now?

We'll hand them over.

Good idea!

If you think you can do it.

(gun clicks)

Mayor Bannington,
we had an appointment,

you're a little late.

This is a sample, a gift.

Now.

I have a proposition.

- Where's Cuchillo?
- He's in a safe spot.

What is it?

Leave town.

Stay away till tomorrow morning,

but take your possessions
with you on your wagon.

You must make it look like a real exodus.

Me and Cuchillo will wait here for Riza.

We have a plan.

Listen, when you come
back, we'll be alive,

and the gold will still be here.

And we...

I figured you were hiding out here.

But I haven't told anyone.

I found a way to get
you out of Burton City.

What about Cassidy?

He'll take care of Riza.

It was his idea.

If it doesn't succeed,
it's not important.

He's a sinner.

You'll be uncomfortable,
but I've got a carriage,

and I could hide you under the seat.

No one will ever find you, don't worry.

(Cuchillo cooing)

And then we'll come back.

If only they all kill each other.

Well, we must place faith
in divine providence.

Is the gold hidden in a safe place?

Can't you tell me where it is?

No?

It doesn't matter.

I trust you.

When we come back...

We're going to make a lot
of good together, aren't we?

That too, later.

After we've taken care of ourselves first.

Well then.

I'll wait for you with the carriage

behind the print shop in 10 minutes.

(angelic choral music)

You'll see, I'll make you happy.

I'll take care of you.

You won't have to worry ever again.

I'll think about everything.

You can relax.

I think, I found a way to
get the gold out of town.

Muchachos, Cassidy has convinced
the mayor to leave town,

so you can take the
printing press with you.

You should put it on a wagon
with the rest of your stuff

and head right away to the border.

But it's dangerous.

Those bandits will never let us pass.

They'll search the wagon.

I don't think it's dangerous.

Nobody's going to think about anything.

You know, seeing you
with your own equipment.

Hmm?

Give us a little time.

We'll have to think it over.

Not even a lifetime's enough

for you to come to a decision.

Because you're cowards.

You're hiding out here in this rat hole

waiting for the revolution.

But the revolution won't ever come until

each one of you lets it
burst out from inside.

Companeros, this is the moment of truth.

The time has come.

The momento de verdad.

You are right.

We'll go through with it.

(man humming)

Bueno.

Well...

Goodbye, and good luck.

I don't think you understand very clearly.

The wagon will pass only if
we stay here to serve as bait.

Hmm?

Stay here?

To serve as what?

You stay here to serve as bait,

because Cuchillo's leaving town,

and my guardian angel told me how.

Why?

You're not a coward.

You know how to fight,
and you fight well.

I know, but I don't like it, you know.

I am a peaceful man at heart.

Si, if I was born in another
country, in another time,

the knife, I would have
used it just to cut bread.

Wait.

Cuchillo.

This is also your moment of truth.

What do you want to do?

Leave me here alone?

Ye--

(ominous music)

Cuchillo?

Cuchillo!

Cuchillo's not leaving.

It isn't true.

(knocking on door)

This'll have to stay empty.

Now get moving.

Penny!

Penny!

What are you doing?

Come on, let's go!

(solemn music)

(ominous music)

Look what I found,

everyone's leaving town,
and this one wants to go in.

Who are you?

Why did you come here?

Listen.

They'll be here in a little while.

They'll probably come in from both sides.

I'll try to stop them here.

You take the other side.

Then, make for the back of the chapel.

I've hidden two horses there.

Okay?

You need any weapons,
go to the general store

and take what you want.

You don't have to pay.

Cassidy.

Get going!

Get going, huh.

Cuchillo.

[Cuchillo] What?

Nothing.

Kill them.

With feeling, if you like.

But kill a lot of them.

Kill a lot of them.

Cassidy.

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Coward!

Coward!

You coward!

(muttering in Spanish)

(horses approaching)

(Cuchillo sniffing)

(horses neighing)

(knives whooshing)
(man groans)

(triumphant music)
(gunshots banging)

Spread out, now!

Let them kill each other.

We look for the gold.

Where do we start?

I noticed something.

Both Cassidy and Cuchillo were arrested

down there in that building.

Let's go.

(gunshots banging)

He's gone!

Spread out!

Strange.

That wagon was carrying an
old, useless printing press,

and this one's brand new.

Give me that lamp.

After that wagon.

Those damn printers.

(solemn music)

(man grunts)
(gunshot bangs)

(knives whooshing)
(men grunt)

(knife whooshes)
(man grunts)

(gunshots banging)

(gun clicks)

Cuchillo!

You hear me?

Leave your knives behind and come out.

I've a lovely present for you.

[Dolores] Cuchillo!

Don't come out!

Don't come out!

Run away!

Cuchillo!

Shut up.

Don't come out!

Run away!

Cuchillo.

I told them you were here.

But they promised me not to touch you.

Run, Cuchillo, run!

Run away!

Run!

This is really touching.

But if you run away, I'll kill her.

And I don't like this.

I want to kill men.

I'd prefer to kill you!

(knives whoosh and thud)

[Dolores] Cuchillo.

And the gringo, he deserted you, eh?

The son of a bitch is
miles away with the gold.

[Cassidy] Riza!

Riza, I have some bad news for you.

First, I'm here.

Second, my gun's pointed
right on your back.

Now it's on your forehead.

Okay, gringo, I don't move.

(gunshots banging)
(men shouting)

[Cuchillo] Let's get out of here, Dolores.

(gunshots banging)

Sorry, Riza.

There was another bit of bad news.

I had two guns aimed at you.

(gunshots banging)

(knife whooshes)
(man shouts)

(gunshots banging)
(horses neighing)

(knife whooshes)
(man groans)

(gunshots banging)

- Where's Cassidy?
- He'll be all right, come on.

Run!

(adventurous music)

(birds cawing)

- Watch out, Cuchillo!
- Don't move.

On your knees.

Cowards.

You rotten cowards.

You'd shoot him in the back, on his knees,

because you don't have
the guts to face him.

He could split your head with one shot.

[Sevigny] She's just
trying to provoke you.

Shoot him and be finished with it.

What are you waiting for?

(Dolores gasps)

We've got time.

Colonel Garcia's troops
aren't in sight yet.

And anyway, we represent the government.

We must stick to the rules.

[Sevigny] That's right, Jean-Paul.

(tense music)

In any case, you can be the referee.

No.

Stop there, Cuchillo.

This isn't the right
distance for a knife fight.

It's you who chose the knife.

I chose the gun.

(gunshot bangs)

[Cassidy] Take a step forward!

(Cuchillo chuckles)

(gunshot bangs)

Another two!

Is that okay, Cuchillo?

A little bit more!

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(Cuchillo grunts)
(knife whooshes)

(Jean-Paul gags)

Cuchillo!

(gunshot bangs)

(gun clicks)

Rifle distance.

(triumphant music)

At this point, I win.

You know what I mean?

Why take risks?

You wouldn't kill a man in
cold blood, Mr. Cassidy.

Would you?

Psst.

I don't have enough knives
for all those people.

(Cassidy shouting)

No!

Cuchillo, tell him to put me down.

What is he doing?

You take the wagon.

We'll head off the others down there.

Dolores, listen.

Take this wagon and point
to Sierra San Miguel.

And bring this, personally,
to Señor Santillana.

And where shall we meet?

In about two or three weeks.

You go to Ramirez City.

You ask for my square, and we meet there.

Your what?

Look, Cuchillo, it's
me who's got the money.

If you want a house,
a horse, and a stable,

this time you must come to me.

Muy bien, we don't have time now.

Go, go, go, adios.

Andale!

(gunshots banging)
(Sevigny groans)

You're right, I never would
have shot you in cold blood.

Thanks for warming it up for me.

That's it, that's it.
(gunshots banging)

Let's split up and make them follow us.

I'll go along the main road
across the border to Texas.

Well, what about you, Cuchillo?

You think you'll be able to make it?

Eh, American, I know how to run.

You want to bet?

Huh?

(gunshot bangs)

Sure, I'll bet on you, Cuchillo.

I'll bet $3 million.

That is, minus a thousand dollars worth

of gold letters you took
from the printing press.

You heard what Dolores
said, a man needs money

to keep his freedom.

You're right.

Anyway, keep this to remember me by.

(both laugh)

(gunshot bangs)
That's it.

- Lets go.
- Come on.

- Guey.
- Run!

(adventurous music)
(gunshots banging)

Adios, hombre!

Adios, Cuchillo!

Caballo!

Run, señor, run!

Run!

(triumphant music)

The End