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This is a story

of the Spanish
conquest of California,

and the search for the legendary

seven cities of gold.

A story of primitive Indians,

an army of mercenaries,
and the man of God.

His name was father Junipero
Serra, a franciscan priest.

While the conquering
army carried muskets,

he carried a cross.

Where they sought treasure,
he sought salvation.

The man who lived our story

spoke Spanish
and various Indian tongues.

The only change we have made
is to set their words in english.

Juan, hurry up, we're late.

Hah!

Hah!

Hah!

Carlos! Luis!

Take her to the carriage.

We can take her to Mexico City.

You need not bother, senor.
The earth is just as soft here.

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

I don't think it could be helped.
- No, senor.

You would have had to reduce
the speed of your carriage.

Capt. Portola
has explained it, padre.

There's no reason for insolence.

Nor for arrogance, lieutenant.

All right, padre,
what do you want us to do?

We can have the driver charged,

if you think
that will help the woman.

Take a detail and bury her.

That will not be necessary,
captain.

You're in a hurry.
She can wait.

One moment.

Are you bound for Mexico City?
- Yes.

We could leave you a horse.

Except on the most
urgent mission,

it's the rule of our order
to walk.

On a leg like yours?

I've had it a long time.
We're old friends now.

Let me be a friend, too, father.

If I left you a horse,

you wouldn't leave him out here
to die, would you?

I never left anyone to die.

Carlos, leave the father
your horse.

If we were in too
great a hurry, padre,

it was for the glory of Spain.

Yeah! Yeah!

Master Perez.

Your orders are covered here.

Step to the map.

This stretch of land
is California.

We Spaniards discovered it,
but nothing's been done about it.

It's a rich land, belonging
to nobody at the moment.

But many countries
are beginning to learn of it

and that's why we're here.

To see that it belongs to us.

You will occupy it
from the south bay

and from the north bay.

Outfit for at least a year.

You'll find the details inside.

We're sending four
parties, two by sea.

Vila, you'll sail first.

Perez,
you'll follow with supplies.

Capt. Rivera will take
the first land soldiers.

He'll establish a forward base

and wait there
for the main expedition.

That will be under the
commandof capt. Portola.

Well, gentlemen.
- To the seven cities of gold!

Jose, do you know how much
gold Cortes got out of Mexico?

Six million gold ingots
each one like that.

And shiploads of slaves.

My grandfather's grandfather
was with Cortes.

You should see...

You should see my mother

when she speaks of the gold
he brought back.

Have you ever heard
of the battle of Cholula?

There was a fight.

I have.

They got all
the caciques together

and they turned the guns
on them.

They'd never seen guns before.

And then Cortes gave the order.

"Drive your lances
into their faces."

I know the story.

It's old as it's pitiful.

Your grandfather's grandfather

walked in blood
up to his ankles.

Padre.

Padre, you forgot
your table manners.

There are more important things.

There are, but we
wouldn't agree on them.

Good morning, your excellency.

Father Junipero Serra.
Capt. Portola.

We've met.
- Good.

Father Serra has been
assigned to the expedition.

He'll be the spiritual director.

Just what does that mean?

He'll be in charge
of founding the missions.

He'll speak for the church.
And he'll travel with you.

I see.

The map gives no indication
of the cities of gold.

Did you expect
to find them on the map?

Of course,
they're not on the map,

but they must be there
somewhere.

The legend couldn't live
so long if they didn't exist.

I've heard it all my life.

They're there,
waiting for you to find them.

Could I have a word alone,
your excellency?

About the appointment of this
man Serra as spiritual adviser.

He's a cripple.
- Yes, Don Gaspar.

To reach California, we have
to go through murderous country.

Considering the importance
of our mission,

we shouldn't be burdened
with any man

who isn't physically fit,
there's too much at stake.

I think, gentlemen,
you're discussing my infirmity.

Yes, we are.

It will inconvenience you
in no way.

That I promise.

Poncho, could you find
room for this for me?

With pleasure, padre.

Juan?
- Yes, father?

Could you find room
for the little virgin for me?

Padre, you're
overloading the mules.

But a statue of the
little virgin weighs nothing.

It's the space,
padre, not the weight.

We have to load
more ammunition at Querado

and you keep bringing
more and more trinkets.

Only a few more little things.

Padre, tell it to the captain.

There's nothing to be said.

Captain, I have
been commissioned

to take the word of God
to a group of primitive Indians.

I can't just march up to
them and explain the holy Trinity.

I need these things for my work,
just as you need guns for yours.

I'll have to win
their confidence not their fear.

These beads are my weapons.

You strip these mules
of supplies and ammunition

and we'll all be dead

before you can baptize
your first Indian.

I need the space, father.

And I want to be over
the Ridge by dawn.

Now if you will give us
your blessing we'll get started.

You'll have your space, captain.

In the name of
St. Joseph, our patron,

I ask that this company of
men be blessed in their journey.

I ask that they be returned
safely to their Homes and friends.

For those who do not come back,

may they perish
as honorable soldiers.

And may all their days be given

to the greater
honor and glory of God.

I cannot ask this blessing
in St. Joseph's name

without saying something
further to you.

You are starting out on this
mission as very bad soldiers.

That is not new
to the men of Spain.

A long time ago,
we came to Mexico.

We took a group
of simple Indians,

Indians of childlike love,

and we turned them
into a race of slaves.

Their skin was darker than ours

and because of that,
they were beneath us.

And so we told
ourselves it was just.

So a handful of soldiers,
like yourselves,

stripped them of their gold,
their love and their freedom.

Now on the dawn
of a wonderful mission,

you are starting out
in the same way.

You plan to walk
across their fields,

to take their gold
and leave them nothing.

You plan to pillage and
plunder, and loot and lust.

And all because
their tongue is strange

and their skin is copper.

In the name of St. Joseph

and all the saints who
surround the throne of God,

I say, "how dare you?"

How dare you forget
you are children of God?

How dare you forget

you are bound
to every other child of God?

Well, remember it now.

Burn it into your hearts.

Burn it in deeply.

And then ask yourselves.

What skin has been
chosen for paradise?

What is the color
of an immortal soul?

Forward!

The priest is gonna
give us trouble.

Oh, I don't think so.

I've just assigned
him to your platoon.

Thanks.

What kind of a priest
is he anyway?

I don't know.

But he's some kind of man.

Bring up loaded muskets.

Bring up loaded muskets!

Do you need muskets to
get past half a dozen Indians?

There may be a
thousand more, we can't see.

And you propose to solve
that by killing five of them?

The only way to get through

is to teach them
about the white men.

I agree, Don Gaspar.

They'll take your trinkets
and split your head open.

That, lieutenant,
will solve one of your problems.

Don Gaspar?

Go ahead.

Give him his chance.

Beads.

We should have shown
them gun fire right here.

No, wait.

Trouble arises.

We'll camp here.

Sergeant, make camp here.

# senorita Carmelita was
a lady of many charms

# I would gladly fight the
army just to die in her arms

# when I stepped
in to her parlor

# sweet caresses to share

# senorita Carmelita
had the whole army there

# ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

# oh, saved her weekends
for me

# senorita Carmelita

# had a kiss I cannot forget

# if her padre hadn't caught me
- Good evening, captain.

Father.
- Have you eaten?

Just.

I came to thank you.

I brought some wine.

I thought we might
have a drink for friendship.

We haven't been
the best of friends so far.

Not at all, father.

You have your way of handling
Indians and I have mine.

Today you were right.

To the men of Portola.

To the companions of God.

All I can see
you're busy, captain.

Excuse me. - Good night.
- Good night, father.

# A wandering

# minstrel

# and have no fortune

# yet have I dared

# to look

# upon your face

# you are-
- Sit down, father.

Would you like a little wine?

Padre, let me give
you some advice.

Don't push your luck
with these Indians too far.

But I Grant you this,
what you did took courage.

It took faith.
- And beads, padre.

You can't do much
with just faith.

You can't do
anything without it.

Look now, I warn you, padre,

don't waste the church's
wisdom trying to convert me.

Stick to your savages.

Where are you from, lieutenant?

All over, but mainly Seville.

It's a lovely city.

Cafes, theaters, casinos.

But out here it's
hard to remember.

Never a day passes
I don't remember Spain.

What do you remember?

A fragrance, a hillside,

the birds turning in the sky
over the cliffs of Majorca,

my youth, my mother.

What do you think of?

I think of a woman, too.

No, I don't.

I think of a hundred of
them, all beautiful, all laughing.

But, uh...

You wouldn't understand
the way I think of them.

Who understands sin
better than a priest?

# no other aim have I-

Put out the fire!
Take defensive positions!

Sentry!

Report!

A single Indian, sir.

I shot at him, but he
disappeared in the dark.

Double the sentry and
picket the canyon. - Yes, sir.

Is he dead?

His name was Juan Jesus Ortega.

The only son of
a house in Catalonia.

And I will have to tell them

that he died at
the hands of a savage.

His death could
have been avoided

if we had set an example

and shot a few Indians
at the entrance of that canyon.

Father.

May I-may I see your leg?

Do you know about medicine?

Only from a book,
and too long ago.

The leg is swollen.
It's been swollen before.

Would you know
if he was fit to go on?

I don't see how he got this far.

It'll be all right.
You can Lance the ulcer.

Oh, not here, padre.

You might die if you
don't get back to Mexico City.

There's no need to concern
yourselves. My leg is fine.

Is it?

A litter will be
ready in the morning.

You'll have an escort to the
first military establishment.

But, captain, the founding of
the mission was entrusted to me.

There are priests
with the other groups.

They can do all the spiritual
directing we'll need.

You're angry with me, I know.

I've waited years for
this commission, I'm going on.

You will leave after
the morning fires are out.

Good-bye, father.
Lieutenant.

They are right, father.

I- I wouldn't let a
mule go with a leg like that.

If it were the leg of a mule,
how would you treat it?

For an animal, there are
certain poultices, much too strong.

Put one on it.

I am not a surgeon, father.
- Never mind.

Mules I treat, not people.

I am not a man
to step above his station.

Imagine that I am
one of your mules.

Oh, father.

Imagine that his mule has
traveled hard, which it has,

that this mule's leg
is painful, which it is.

Would you do less for such a
mule than for any of the others?

There is a remedy.

Hot pitch and turpentine.
- Get it.

Yes, father.

Tell me, old friend,
how do mules pray?

Father.

It's all right, Juan, I'm ready.

Father.

Where is he?

There he is in the hill.

Sergeant, have the men
form up ready to advance.

Form up!

The litter is ready, father.

This is farewell.

I, uh, wish you godspeed.
- I'm not going back.

It's not necessary.

You are ignoring my order?

Captain, you know my life
is dedicated to obedience.

But the reason for your
order has been removed.

The abscess is gone.

Yes, captain, and
I'm going to California.

Tell me, padre,
how did you do it?

With beads, my son, with beads.

Corporal, have
you seen the padre?

No, sir, I haven't.

Padre, capt. Portola wants
you to stay with the column.

It's dangerous to fall behind,

and what's more
you're holding us up.

I've found some flowers.

Father Palou wants
me to send back word

of any new plants we might find.

This is no time
for picking flowers.

Even if it's a flower
no one's ever picked before,

I'm gonna ask you to name it.

I'll name it scurra.

That's Latin for fool and
you're doing a foolish thing.

Now come on.

Wait.

Halt! Halt!

Take a look at
your friends now.

You think your trinkets
would help you this time?

Look! Look!

That would never
have occurred to me.

Would you call it
a miracle, padre?

It is fortunate that they're
ignorant and foolish, like me.

It's a foolish world, padre.

The trouble is, it
isn't foolish like you.

Half full.
It's a day of miracles.

But we need one
more to find our way.

We can follow the trail
to the column.

We'd better lie down
and cover our heads.

Let's go on.
We can reach that light.

There's no light.
- There's a light.

Did you sleep well?

I had a crazy dream.

We found a little house,
and a man and his wife

gave us all the water
we could drink.

There never was
wine like that water.

What were they like?

Oh, the woman
was very gentle, beautiful.

And the man?
- He was a man with a beard.

And the child?

There was no child.

He was behind you.
She lifted him from the basket.

It was my dream, padre.
There was no child.

The woman's dress was blue,

and the man's strange
coat had red sleeves.

Are you trying to tell
me I talked in my sleep?

No, lieutenant, I'm telling
you it wasn't a dream.

I think I know what
you're trying to tell me.

It was the holy family

and they came down from
heaven to lend us a hand.

That's nonsense, padre.
I don't accept it.

Well, which way shall we go?

North? Northwest?
- It doesn't matter.

Whichever way you
choose will be right.

We weren't saved to perish
in this miserable desert.

Northwest.

Here! Here!

Here!

What are you doing?
- An entry for my diary.

"On the 17th day,
our first blue Jay."

Tell me when your diary
reads "San Diego harbor."

All I want is
to come over a hill

and see Rivera's camp and
our ships anchored in the harbor.

See Spanish faces
and eat some fresh food.

When you put that in your
book, it'll be worth reading.

The ships are in!
The ships are in!

Rivera's camp
is a league seaward!

Now don't tell me
you did this with beads.

Rivera's camp
is a league seaward, sir.

Carry back the news.

Tell the mass sergeant
I want extra wine

broken out for tonight.

Make your camp above our
camp and send the priest, quick.

What's the matter?
- Plague.

Dr. Pratt.
- Hello, father.

We're under quarantine,
the entire camp.

Scurvy and typhus.

A dying soldier
needs you inside.

Is that sweet water?
- I wish it were.

Dr. Pratt,
where is father Vizcaino

and the other chaplains?
- Sick, all of them.

It was the drought.

We haven't had
any rain for six months.

Sixty of us are dead now,

buried under the sand
of dead man's point.

You come too late,
father. He's gone.

He's dead, father.

The weight of the sheet will
not torment his poor body now.

Fever and death.

We brought our customary
gifts to the Indians.

It is difficult to say, captain.

We have buried 60 already.

I just don't know

how much longer we
will be under quarantine.

We'll have to go on
just as we had planned.

Perez, you will have to go back
to Mexico City for supplies.

Vila, you'll have to take us
to Monterey bay by ship.

I can't do it.

Of the ship's company,

all I have left is a
cook and a boatswain.

I can give you
16 leather jackets.

Are they sailors?
- No.

Well, that would mean
the loss of the ship.

All right, you're
the commander by sea.

Can San Antonio
get back to Mexico

for supplies and reinforcements?

It's your ship, Perez.
What do you say?

I don't know.
We've only half a crew.

Can you make it?
- I can try.

That's all anybody can do.

My company will move on
to Monterey bay by land.

When do we leave?
- We leave tomorrow.

Have you learned anything
from the Indians around here?

Will they attack?
- I don't know.

I'll have to leave a platoon
of leather jackets as guard.

We'll maintain this a
permanent base of supplies.

One of you will be in command.

Vila, you're not well enough.

Pratt, you're too
busy with the sick.

Jose, it will have to be you.
- Me? Stay here? No.

I haven't come all this
way just to be stuck here.

It'll have to be you.

Captain, it need not be Jose.

I can take charge
of the mission.

I'm leaving a platoon
of soldiers, father,

and I'm leaving them
under the command of a soldier,

not a priest.

This is a fort and a hospital.

It's also a mission, captain,
or it will be before morning.

I choose this ground
for the mission church

of San Diego de Alcala.

In the name of the
father, and of the son,

and of the holy ghost, amen.

I'm sorry you won't be along,
Jose.

Your regret gives
me great comfort.

I have no choice in the matter.
This place must be held.

You're the only
man I can depend on.

I'm honored.
- And bitter.

I know what you're thinking.
We've always fought together.

We came all the way
from Spain together.

But my hands are tight.

We came looking
for cities of gold.

You make me a nurse for
the sick and a keeper of a priest.

You'll lose nothing
by staying here.

To make your lot more bearable,

you'll get your share
of anything we find.

My lot is more bearable
already, old friend.

Good luck, captain.
- Lieutenant.

Forward!

Inspect the livestock, sergeant.

Yes, sir.

See anything?
- No, sir.

Down!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

Wait till they get closer.

Load this Cannon.

Fire!

Juan! Juan!

Get this man to
the hospital. - Yes, sir.

Carlos, Pedro, give me a hand!

How can we help?

Go to the hospital
and prepare bandages.

Come and sit down.

Fire the Cannon!

Fire the Cannon!

We have a hostage.
Looks like an important one.

Bring him over here.

The artery seems to be
severed. Make him lie still.

Hold this tight
while I clean the wound.

Tighter.

Tighter, father.

Is this the white man's
torture? I am not afraid.

I am Matuwir, grandson
of Miscomi, the chief.

It's to stop the blood,
up here above.

It will make the arm well.

It is a death wound.
I have seen them before.

Loosen the tourniquet
in 15 minutes,

then tighten it again for 15.

It will have to be
repeated through the night.

I'll send you a man.

There's no need.
They have enough to do.

We want to help you.

The bleeding has stopped.
No torniquet now.

You'd better get
some sleep, father.

I'll set a guard on him.
- I'll stay.

Matuwir, many of
your people are wounded.

Here, we can heal them.
- They will not come.

They'll come if you
tell them, Matuwir.

Matuwir is not
the chief, not yet.

My grandfather speaks
for all the dieguenos.

Keep it like this
till the arm is well.

Let the healing
speak to your wounded.

Tell them to come.

They are your enemies.
- We're all brothers, Matuwir.

Do you mean we were
born of the same woman?

Under the same sky,
under the same God.

That is enough for brothers.

Scissors.

Come.

It's all right.

Tell them to come, Matuwir.
Tell them to come.

You let him go?
- Yes.

You had a reason or
has your reason ended?

I thought it best.

Well, didn't you
care what I thought?

Do you think I'd brought him
in here just to save his life,

so he could go back
and try to kill us again?

No. - Then why
did you let him go?

Because it was the only
way we could ever keep him.

I am not interested in the
salvation of souls, padre.

I'm interested only
in the safety of my men.

So am I, lieutenant.

Then let me
make the decisions!

I am in command here,
and I'll issue all the orders.

You will go.

Atanuk says to kill,
but you will go.

Does Atanuk speaks
for your grandfather?

No one speaks for Miscomi.
- That's why I come to see him.

Because you are white,

he believes you have
come to steal our sun.

I have come to be friends
and to tell you of my God.

Which is your God,
God of grizzlies?

He's the God of all things.

He made the sun,
the mountains, the wind.

Did he make scissors?

My grandfather says
he does not like scissors.

My fathers before tell of men
who come with your God evil men.

Then they were men
who do not obey my God.

If you will let us stay
by the great waters,

we will not be evil.

My grandfather asks
if he may keep the scissors.

You may keep them.

He says he does not like
the scissors, but he will keep them.

You may stay
by the great waters

but none of my
children will know your God.

I shall try to teach them.

Would you like to hold him?

I can't let you keep him,

but you can come and see him
at the mission whenever you wish.

Go!

You'll have many hills
to travel.

Will you come
to visit me some time

at the place of the bells?

I am better here.

If you'd come, I will show you

how to make
the sound of the bells.

I will come.

But I will not choose your God.

You will not have to
choose him, Matuwir.

He will choose you.

How is their catechism, father?

Oh, they're not interested.

It will take 500 years
to baptize one of them.

We've worked 1.700
years, Vizcaino,

and some we
haven't baptized yet.

What's her name, padre?

Which one?
- The beautiful one, of course.

They're all beautiful to me.

Well, I'm more discriminating.
You know which one I mean.

Ula?
- Ula.

That's a lovely name.
It suits her.

I come to see gray robe.

Are those drums
from your village?

War drums?
- Death drums.

For Matuwir, you will
make the sign of good.

Has Matuwir in trouble?

The old chief Miscomi,
he will sleep all the winters.

He is dead?
- Yes.

Matuwir ask for the sign
of good for Miscomi.

You tell him I will come.

You will make the magic

and let Miscomi sleep
in the good weather of God.

Matuwir will come to church.

He will marry and you
will make the sign of good.

Gladly, Matuwir.

But first, you must
have the saving water.

Matuwir not afraid.
- Come to church, Matuwir.

I will tell you the things
you must know.

Wait.

The good weather of God.

The bishops
should say it as well.

Gray robe!

Matuwir marry.
- Good.

Which one?
- All.

All three of them?

Matuwir is a chief.

This is Rano.
Yumas tribes killed her husband.

These are her daughters,

Dira and Kukura.

Matuwir.

According to our custom,
this is not permitted.

But they are sisters.
This is wife without husband.

It is right for
Matuwir to marry all.

It's at least an idea.
- It is not our way, Matuwir.

Rano, you go away.

I take these two.

God's law is one
husband to one wife.

You'll have to choose.
Only one.

Matuwir gave his word.

He will walk
the path of gray robe.

Dira is good and wise,

but not so pretty as Kukura.

Dira, go away.

Not to have so many
women talking always.

This is good.

Tomorrow, you bring
Kukura to the church.

Hello.

I see you many
times at the mission.

I see you, too.
- Well, not for long.

Every time I look at
you, you look away.

Why, Ula?

How do you know my name?

I know your name
because I want to know you.

I know your name.
It is Jose.

But that is all
I know about you.

Well, that's a good beginning.

What else would
you like to know?

How many wives have you?

None. I have no wife, Ula.

Good?
- Good.

Now I go.
- Oh, no.

Portola! Portola is coming!

Portola!

Portola is coming!
Portola is coming!

We will go on with the sewing?
- Not today. It's better you go.

Don Gaspar.
- Jose.

Take those litter cases
to the hospital.

Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

Take these litter
cases to the hospital.

See to it that the men are fed.

Yes, sir.

And the animals, Jose...
- I'll take care of it.

What happened?
- Worse than you can imagine.

The supply ship is
not back? - No, it isn't.

Father.
- Take this horse.

Do you have a guard
around the food supply?

Yes, sir.

Double it.

Did all the men
come back, captain?

Five are dead.

Father, have you ever
watched men starve to death?

Yortez, take care
of the animals.

Feed these men right away.

Yes, Jose,

I thought of you many times.

Cities of gold.

You were lucky
you stayed behind.

Is the bay of
Monterey more beautiful

than our little harbor?
- There is no bay of Monterey.

That map was
made 160 years ago.

Landslides, erosion,
the tides must have filled it in.

What did you find?

Parched land, dead hills,

and savages too
worthless to fight.

You should have
made the trip, father.

The devil in all his forms
must have marched with us.

I was counting
on that supply ship.

Thank God we have food.

Yeah, I saw it.

A few rows of corn
that will feed us for a week.

We have enough supplies
to last us till the ship comes.

If it comes.
- It will be here.

I'm in no mood for
your cheerfulness, father.

If it hasn't come yet,
it will never come.

We're starting back for
Mexico tomorrow morning.

You can't. You can't
give up the mission.

I can't?

We've all worked
so hard to build it.

Yes, we've all worked hard.
It all adds up to nothing.

Nothing? You call
building a mission nothing?

Mission.

Ask the padre how
many Indians he's baptized

in his precious mission.

How many, father?
- I'll tell you, none.

Not one heathen
Indian in nine months.

Not one.
- It takes time.

That's one thing
we don't have now.

Let's be truthful, father.
We both failed.

Neither of us can ask
more men to risk their lives.

I tell you,
the supply ship will come.

And if it doesn't?

Are we supposed to
bury men in the earth

so you can hang
bells from the trees?

Can I issue the
marching orders, sir?

Yes, lieutenant.

He's right, father.
- He's right today.

We're soldiers,
father, not priests.

We can't afford
to live in tomorrows.

We leave for
Mexico City tomorrow.

Then it is true what they
are saying in the village.

The soldiers are leaving.

You will go, too?
- Yes, Ula.

I'll go with you.

Oh, you can't go, Ula.
It's a long, hard trip.

But Diegueno women
are very strong.

I will march with you.
- Now listen to me, Ula.

You are a strong woman

but you're also
the sister of the chief.

Matuwir would never permit it.

Your tribe will stop us
before we marched a mile.

Impossible.

Nothing is impossible.

How many men besides
the litter cases can you take?

Fifteen.

The rest will go by land,
the same route we came by.

How many horses
are fit for the trip?

Thirty-one.

Sergeant,
tell the muleteers to-

Yes, father?

I want to speak to
you alone, captain.

We're in the midst of planning.
Can't you make it later?

No.

Gentlemen, I'll call you.

I see you've ordered the bells
carried aboard the San Carlos.

Yes, it's customary.
I thought you'd be pleased.

I am.

I've never heard of a
ship carrying mission bells

being lost at sea.

For that reason,
the supply ship cannot be lost.

I don't understand.

She's carrying mission
bells. I ordered them.

But you had bells.

I ordered more,

for all the missions we're
to establish up the coast.

We don't base military
decisions on mission bells.

When we get back
to Mexico, captain,

am I free to say
you have no faith

in the protection of our lady?

Please, father, I'm a
soldier. I must be realistic.

And I must be stubborn.

I'm saying that the
supply ship is not lost.

How long would
you like us to wait?

Till we're all dead?

Till St. Joseph's day.

If the ship is not here by then,
I'll leave without argument.

When is St. Joseph's day?

Nine days from now.

Nine days.

That's right, captain.

Nine days,
the exact time of a novena.

I suppose, if I say no,

you'll tell everyone in Mexico
I'm a doubter of novenas.

Very well, father,
we'll wait nine days.

Thank you.

Father, you're a
very difficult man.

No, Don Gaspar.

Our lady is a very
persistent woman.

The last of the beef
and 50 pounds of dried beans.

Fresh water?

We've moved 30
skins aboard, sir.

You don't seem to have much
faith in the novena, captain.

A soldier's faith.

We have three more
days to run, father.

The ship will be here.

If it isn't, I want this one
ready to leave fully loaded.

With the streams drying up,

we may not be
able to take on water.

Don't worry, captain.
The lord always provides.

Father, I've seen
a great many armies

that believed in the lord,

but none of them ever
travel without a quarter master.

Gray robe!

Matuwir is here.

Matuwir bring Kukura
to see gray robe.

Good.

Let's go on with the lesson.

Kukura, sit down.

You see?

It is as I told you.

All is arranged.

Arranged.

I have talked to Matuwir

and he says since
my heart is with you,

I can leave my tribe.

You talked to Matuwir?

You told him about us?

I told him I was your woman.

Was it wrong to
speak the truth?

Well, it's not a matter
of right and wrong.

This was something
between us, you and me.

It had nothing to
do with your brother.

But he is also my chief.

I told him you did not
want me to go with you

because of our people.

Well, it isn't only that, Ula.

Last night,
Matuwir called his council.

They say I can go with you.

Your church will
have two marriages.

What do you mean?

That's Ula's secret.

She will tell you.

Look, Ula...

I don't want to hurt you,

but I must tell you things
you will not like to hear.

You don't know what it's
like in Mexico City or Madrid.

Things are different
and strange, like...

Like nothing you can imagine.

You just wouldn't
get along with my people.

I'm not afraid.

Oh, you don't know
my people, Ula.

They'd never let you belong.

Now, go back to your tribe.

I don't want you
to come with me.

I don't want you to be hurt.

You don't want me?

No, it isn't that, Ula.
I don't want you to be hurt.

You don't want me.

Now, Ula, wait.
Ula, stop.

Ula, I didn't mean it that way.

Ula, stop!

Ula, I didn't mean it!

Ula, stop!

Ula! Ula!

Ula, I didn't mean it that way.

No, listen. Now, wait!

I didn't mean it, Ula.
- Leave me!

Really, I didn't.

Ula!

How do you put it
down in the book, father?

That I attacked her?

That I killed her?

That's what you
all think, isn't it?

Well, I make no apologies
or excuses to anyone.

I'm not writing it
down at all, Jose.

It's something for you
and God to remember.

Don't preach to me.
I'm not a child, I'm a man.

And I'll go to hell like one.

If that's blasphemy,
that's the way I feel.

It's not manly to
go to hell, Jose.

It's your pride.

Well, why not pride?

Do you expect me to be meek

in front of your
painted heathens?

Beg their forgiveness?

I'll see them damned first.
Of course, I'm proud.

It was a sin, Jose.

Do you think I'm a murderer?

Have some more wine, Jose.

Then say it, padre.
Say it.

Go ahead if you
think so. Say it.

No man is murdered
except in his own heart.

Then who has
the right to say it?

A pack of savages?

You.

Then I say this:

I'm made of flesh
and blood, not a plaster.

And I have neither guilt,
nor shame, nor fear

and the whole thing means
no more to me than this.

Burial rites?

Not this time.

Those are war drums.

With that girl dead,
we're in trouble.

We can't defend this Garrison
against a large scale attack.

No.

I can take the main body
south, set up a rear guard.

You can't pack by dawn.

I could take what we
need and leave the rest.

I could try it.

You could try something better.

What is that?

You could publicly
punish the offender.

You could show them that we
don't approve of what Jose did.

Yes, I could flog him
in the center of the Plaza.

I do not flog Spanish soldiers
for the benefit of Indians.

Matuwir wants to see gray robe.

Matuwir comes for him.

The first time you came
here, I dragged you in, dying.

You were lucky to
escape with your life.

Lieutenant,
we are sorry for Ula.

All of us.

He is sorry too.

What's this talk of my regret?

She's dead and it
was none of my doing.

If you want to humble
yourself before him,

that's your affair, not mine.

At camp,
the birds of morning sing.

Ula does not answer.

What was done
is wrong, Matuwir.

And it's against
the white man's law.

Can this make Ula sing?

You will give him to us.

Matuwir, I cannot give him up.

This means good-bye to a friend.

Jose?

Fools!
why do they gape at me?

There's something
I want you to do.

Go to the church
and stay there.

You're not serious.
- That's an order.

Now, go there and stay there.

Water last night.

Mud now.

Dust by noon.

I have some holy
water in the church.

Not much to
be sure, a Kegful.

You better leave it there,
father.

You may have a thirsty angel.

There are 30 skins of fresh
water on the San Carlos.

Can we get to it?

We can try.

Perez!

Rivera!

All right.

You'll get to the San Carlos
as fast as possible.

Load all the water and return.

All right, check your pieces.

We can take position
on the south side, sir.

Good.

You can place your man
on the north side. - Captain!

Look, the San Carlos!

Lieutenant, call off the detail.

You should be pleased, father.

With the San Carlos sunk,

there'll be plenty
of room in the harbor

for the supply ship,
if it ever gets here.

The novena is not over, captain.

We still have 12 hours.
That's a long time.

Yes, it is, father.

It's a long time for dying men.

We are turning Jose over.

Does captain Portola
know of this?

No, father.
We men have decided.

Please, step aside, father.

Go back to your
quarters, sergeant.

You are not our commander.

I will not allow you to
take a man from this church.

You know what a
sanctuary mean, sergeant?

Yes, father.

There's a sanctuary
back home, but not here.

Who are you to say
where sanctuary is?

It's where the lord is,

in a cathedral
or here in a mud hut.

There's a light
burning in there.

As long as that light
burns, there is sanctuary.

Stay here, my son.

Step aside, father.

I know you're tired, sergeant,

but if you violate
that sanctuary,

you may not
rest for all eternity.

I won't be threatened, father.

I'm a soldier and a man.

You're a sick child.

Now, go to bed.

Will you give the men
communion in the morning, father?

Yes.

I'm ordering an attack.

But the ship-

The nine days
are finished at dawn.

We'll attack, father.

And all be killed?

Well, if we are, you
won't be too displeased.

Just what does that
mean, Don Gaspar?

If you die, you'll be a Martyr.

As for the rest of us,
we'll just be dead soldiers.

Orders!

Halt!

Faces!

I want these mounted men
to take the creek and hold it.

Yes, sir.

Father!

Will you give the men
communion before we attack?

Oh, my God.

I am heartily sorry
for having offended thee

and I detest all my sins

because I dread
the loss of heaven

and the pains of hell.

But most of all,
because I have offended thee,

my God,

with all good,

I dessert it with all my life.

I firmly resolve, with
the help of thy grace,

to confess my sins,

to do penance,

and to amend my life.

Amen.

Father.

They cut out his heart.

It was a great one.

We'll bury him in the Glen.

There's an echo there.

You can hear the bells
after they stop playing.

I'll get a stretcher.

Mother of God!

After all our
prayers and suffering,

after Jose's sacrifice.

Forward!

Father, are you ready?

We can say that
I baptized a flower.

Father, we forgot
to pack the bell.

I didn't forget.

Then you haven't given up?

I'll never give up.

Forward!

Sergeant!

Sergeant, take a
bearing from the hill.

Yes, sir!

The San Antonio!

The San Antonio!

The San Antonio! She comes!

The San Antonio!
She comes!

The San Antonio, sir.

It's the San Antonio.

Sergeant, form up!

We're going back!

Form up down the hill!

We're going back!

You can live two years
on the food we brought.

There'll be even
more at harvest time.

Load all that into the compound.

Faces!
- Yes, sir.

Detail a party to
remove the ammunition.

Yes, sir.

Wait a minute.

First the beads, the mirrors,

the ribbons, the presents,

and then the ammunition.

I brought a present
for you, father.

These are for the
mission of Monterey.

We'll find the bay,
Don Gaspar. We'll find it.

We'll find it, father.

And a greater bay
that lies north.

The one we'll name
for St. Francis.

A clear voice and loud,

one my Indians will love.

I can hear them coming.

I can hear them coming.

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