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[gunshots]

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[vocalizing]

[galloping]

[gunshots]

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[vocalizing]

[gunshot]

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[instrumental music]

[vocalizing]

[gunshot]

[vocalizing]

[gunshot]

[vocalizing]

[galloping]

[dog barking]

[gunshot]

[indistinct chatter]

Get away.

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

[screaming]

[indistinct chatter]

[galloping]

[bell tolling]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

Pick him up.

Stop.

This man is in the house of God.

This is Leon Alastray.

A rebel, a thief and a murderer.

I order you to turn him over to me.

Only God gives orders here.

Come on, pick him up!

Leave him!

The house of God is a sanctuary for all men.

[speaking in foreign language]

[scoffs] So, we're talking Latin now.

Very well. Fine.

I'll bring you someone who speaks it even better than you.

Ah, it's a great honor, Monsignor.

Father Joseph, you have done a most Christian deed

in giving sanctuary to a sinner.

A sinner I may say who has sinned against the governor.

Even against the king himself.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

But the custom of sanctuary although sanctified by time

has grown somewhat out of date.

Try to understand, Father Joseph,

we cannot impede justice.

Calleja: Look, Father, this man's a rebel.

What's more, he's a deserter.

So, he concerns only the army.

I must request that you deliver him to us.

But it was God who offered him refuge, Your Excellency.

How can we turn him out?

Father Joseph...

[speaking in foreign language]

We can be concerned with his soul,

but his body, let the captain take care of it.

If the States' rights

are greater than those of the church,

if the king is more powerful than God--

No one is suggesting that.

Captain Calleja, you must be patient.

We will find a way to see that justice is done.

Meantime, surround the monastery.

Once more, Father Joseph,

you have followed the dictates of your heart

which truly loves all men.

The church is very proud of you. Very proud.

But such a big city as ours,

it offers so few opportunities for such an eager soul as yours.

We have decided to send you to San Sebastian.

Do you know the place?

Father Ignacio and Francisco and like yourself is in-charge.

For a long time, we have been without news from him.

Take him your Apostolic Flame.

Let God's will be done.

Our thoughts will go with you.

Father Joseph, I have the governor's promise

that Leon Alastray will have a fair trial.

I swear it.

Do not impede the justice of the state.

And I promise His Excellency will revoke his decision

to send you to San Sebastian.

I will try to be worthy of my task there.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, merchant, what do we have here?

Nothing but pottery, I swear by the Virgin.

Well, move on.

Here is the priest.

Quite a load, Father.

- You're going some place? - San Sebastian.

San Sebastian? Never heard of it.

Excuse me, Father, not that we mistrust you,

but it's orders.

Father Joseph: Can you tell me what happened, my son?

Man 1: We are looking for a group of rebels.

Three of them have already been arrested or killed,

the fourth one has found refuge in a monastery.

Father Joseph: Oh. I see.

That's why priests come under suspicion.

Man 1: Let's see under the canvas.

Father Joseph: You'll find some food for the road,

hay for my burrow and a little straw.

Man 1: Is that all you have in your cart?

Father Joseph: Yes. That's all that I have in my cart.

Well, Father, move on and have a good trip.

Thank you, my son. And God watch over you.

[instrumental music]

[bell tolling]

My son, this is the last village before the long desert begins.

Fortunately, I know a priest here

who will give me a bed for the night.

Good.

I'm sure he'll welcome you too.

No, thanks, I, uh, I know a good bed.

Well... I guess this is the parting of the ways, huh?

Oh.

May God watch over you, my son.

Thank you. Well...

Goodbye.

Oh.

You really going to that godforsaken place?

No place is godforsaken.

Wait until you see San Sebastian.

Hey, are they sending you there because, because of me?

There might be a connection.

Then you're a fool.

Perhaps.

But what should I have done?

You should've handed me over to the governor.

God placed your life in my hands

and I obeyed his will.

Then God is a fool too.

No, God must see some good in you.

Though I grant he has very sharp eyes too see it.

[laughs]

Well, tell him to keep his eyes shut tonight.

Come, Leon, wake up. Wake up.

Come on.

Will you let me sleep?

Ohh.

Oh, just a minute, Leon. Just a minute.

Listen, listen.

I wasted enough of my life in this dreadful place.

And the governor...

Well, he and II...

Even before I became a widow.

Well...

The good news is I'm marrying the governor next month.

That was a fast promotion.

And of course the governor will be persuaded

to give you a pardon.

That's nice.

And there will be a fine position for you. Mm?

[instrumental music]

[rooster crowing]

Hey.

Did you, did you see an old, an old priest, he was...

- He stayed here last night. - Father Joseph?

- Yes, that's right. - He's just down the road.

Oh. Oh, thank you.

[instrumental music]

Priest! Hold on!

Leon: Wait!

- Well, good morning, my son. - Listen...

- Listen, old man. - What a magnificent surprise.

I came to tell you, listen, old man.

I must keep going, my son.

I still have a long ways to go, you know?

Listen to me. Don't go to San Sebastian.

The Yaqui's will cut you to pieces.

They will play ball with your head.

- That is for God to decide. - Look, old man...

That cart will never make it.

That mule's gonna die, and you will die!

The buzzards will eat you.

[squawking]

[instrumental music]

[vultures cawing]

[music continues]

If you had listen to me

we wouldn't be in this, in this hell hole!

You are an idiot!

[grunting]

I should've let you come alone.

I should've let you die.

What the hell am I doing here?

You are troubled, my son.

Is that you're a tormented man.

I'm hot, I'm thirsty, and I'm stupid to be here.

[instrumental music]

- My son. - What?

Here, put this on.

It will protect you from the sun.

Thank you.

And who knows, perhaps it will bring you a little faith.

Hey. Oh, I had plenty of faith the other night.

Hey, priest, do you wanna hear my confession?

[laughing] No, thank you.

Come on, it'll make you feel ten years younger!

- Or perhaps older! - Yeah.

[both laugh]

How much further, my son?

One and a half day.

We still have a long walk.

You thought we were there?

I warned you.

We'll go on...

as soon as I catch my breath.

You want some?

Wine?

So what?

You drink it every morning

when you say mass, don't you?

That's different.

Why?

Because you call it the blood of Christ?

[instrumental music]

Priest? Look.

Thank you, God.

[instrumental music]

[vocalizing]

[wind whistling]

[bird caws]

[cawing continues]

Well, priest?

You still say there's no godforsaken place?

[wind whistling]

[birds squealing]

[wind whistling]

[bell tolling]

What the hell are you doing?

Christians always respond

to the sound of a bell.

What Christians?

Rocks? Lizards, snakes?

Perhaps someone is still alive.

Please, you ring the bell.

I am too weak.

Here, hold this.

[bell tolling]

Oh, I feel stupid.

[tolling continues]

Oh, that's enough.

Hey, priest... Look!

A Christian!

No, no. There.

[whimpering]

[laughing]

[whining]

Leon: Doggy, Doggy.

Hey.

Doggy.

Come here.

That's a good dog.

Nice dog.

Hey, dog?

Father Joseph: Don't do that, my son.

Don't do what?

You are strong enough

never to die of hunger.

Listen, you worry about your prayers.

I worry about my stomach.

Hey, dog!

Dog!

Hey, dog!

You see, you made me lose him!

Dog!

[gunshot]

Get inside!

Priest? Get in!

[gunshot]

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

Aah!

Leon: Hey, priest! This one is no Indian.

Agh! Aah!

[grunts]

Come on, priest.

Easy.

I think...

the end has come, my son.

I think so too.

Here.

[coughs]

Tell me, my son...

why did you shoot at us?

Son...

do you hear him?

Tell him why you shot.

Aah!

Listen, you son...

you must confess.

Confess.

Confess!

Come on, son.

Confess.

Aah!

Listen, you bastard...

the old man is dying.

When he stops breathing...

you will too.

Ah, he is not a very good Christian.

He will not confess.

Father Joseph: My son

all my life

I've never asked anything for myself

until now.

Please bury me the way II...

came into the world.

Without my cassock.

With nothing...

like a Franciscan.

Are you happy now...

with all that, all that bell ringing?

Is that the Christian you were calling?

Let the man go.

What?

Father Joseph: Let him herd his cattle in peace.

Tsk! Father you're delirious.

That's the bastard who shot you.

Promise me...

to let him go.

I promise.

The moment you are dead

I will let him go.

I thank you, my son...

but let him go now.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

I trust you, my son.

Let him go.

[birds chirping]

Alright.

Get the hell out of here.

Out!

Get out, you bastard!

[horse neighing]

[horse galloping]

Are you satisfied now?

Tonight, that bastard,

he will drink to your health.

[instrumental music]

[horses galloping]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[horse snorting]

This is the priest who kicks people?

Yes, him!

I am no priest.

[all laughing]

You still want to hear my confession, priest?

[all laughing]

[men laughing]

[horses galloping]

[men cheering]

[instrumental music]

[insect buzzing]

[music continues]

- Is he dead? - I don't know.

He's been shot.

Who are you?

He's been shot, but there's no wound.

He's been shot, but there is no wound.

Who are you?

Don't talk, Father. We heard the bell.

He's alive!

[men hooting]

[horses galloping]

You take a long time to die.

What's the matter? Wouldn't your God open the gate?

Well, don't worry. We'll let you knock again, priest.

I am no priest.

Did you hear that?

He says he's no priest.

If you're wise

you'll go back to the hills!

Every time you have a priest here

the Indians come!

Teclo, priest or no priest

the Yaquis will come again

no matter what you do to him

because we are Christians.

No. No, you are wrong.

There are no Christians here!

And this place is no longer a church!

Goats and wild pigs use it.

It's a home for the bats and scorpions.

Teclo speaks for me.

I trusted this man's God

and the Yaquis killed our son!

Please, Agueda. Don't be part of this.

To kill a priest...

And your son was not the only one, Antonito.

We are not Christians anymore.

You fools!

You think that's why the Yaquis attacked

and killed our people because we were Christians?

They attacked because our corn bins were full.

And Teclo, you know it.

Since you moved into the hills

have the Yaquis attacked you?

[all murmur]

Teclo speaks the truth.

Hang the priest from the tree again!

Pedro, tie him.

Aah!

Listen to me, everyone!

If you let them Kill the priest

then you are no better than the Yaquis.

She is right. To kill is a mortal sin.

Teclo, let him live.

Please.

I'll do this for you...

once.

Agh!

Priest...

you have one day to get your strength back

and one day to get over the mountains.

If not... on the third day...

just like your book says...

you will rise, priest.

[breathing heavily]

I have...

I have a terrible

terrible fault.

I don't like to take orders.

I will get out of here.

Maybe tomorrow...

maybe next week.

Leon: But I will decide that...

not you.

[all gasp]

Antonito: Don't!

Your San Sebastian was with you today.

[horses galloping]

Look.

Look... a miracle.

A sign from God!

On your knees.

[speaking in foreign language]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter continues]

On your knees, Agueda.

Kneel, wife.

It's a miracle.

A miracle?

Then give me my son back!

[chatter continues]

Look.

Look!

- I want to tell you something. - Father!

All: Father!

Leon: Listen to me. Let me talk!

Father.

Father, we are unworthy.

So, you all want miracles?

[indistinct chatter]

Bleeding statues don't build houses.

And they don't plant the corn.

Get off your knees and be men.

This is your village. Protect it!

Fight for it.

That is my first sermon and my last.

And now get the hell out of here!

[indistinct chatter]

[insects trilling]

[footsteps approaching]

- Father? Leon: Yes?

Is it sacrilege to bring food into the church?

No, no. Of course not.

I'll-- I'll bless it.

[gulping]

The people...

You made them feel very ashamed.

Yes.

They're not bad people.

- Hmm. - Just frightened.

They were very impressed by the miracle.

The only miracle I've seen today...

are these beans.

[chuckles]

Kinita: Father...

Once I-- I thought of becoming a nun.

What made you change your mind?

Well...

To tell you that

you would have to hear my confession.

Would you?

Would I what?

Hear my confession?

Sure.

If you'll hear mine first.

I don't understand.

I'll make it short.

I'm not a priest.

If you ever need money..

...there's a prize on my head.

No, it's not true.

[grunts]

[muffled screams]

That's my confession. You wanna tell me yours?

Agh!

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[bird squealing]

[music continues]

So you're leaving?

Where are you going?

What difference does it make?

A man goes from the place he is born

to the place he dies.

If you find you miss me

try Hermosillo.

There is nowhere you can go

for you're needed as much as here.

You've given us hope.

Oh.

So, you liked my, uh, confession, huh?

[laughing]

We must have a priest.

Only a priest in our church

can bring this village back to life.

And right now, you're the only one

who even looks like a priest.

But I don't feel like a priest.

No one knows about you but me.

And I can teach you to say mass

and the sacraments

until a real priest comes.

I've another confession.

What?

I don't believe in God.

You have condemned this place to death!

[bird caws]

[instrumental music]

[bell tolling]

[horses galloping]

[goats bleating]

[tolling continues]

Oh, Father!

- You have come to greet us. Leon: Well, I--

We are honored.

But the bell. Who is that?

- Oh, uh-- - We were afraid it was you.

No, it wasn't.

Last night, in the hills, we talked.

- You should've been there. - Oh, yes.

We decided to come back and fight.

Ah, but of course, uh,

some denounced you as a-- a troublemaker.

Oh, they did, huh?

Some as an explorer from Spain.

Oh, Spain, huh? Trouble...

But most of us, as you see

are with you.

Here.

Take the Monstrance.

We saved it from the Yaquis.

My wife has the cassock.

Father Ignacio was a big man

but of small size.

But my wife will alter it.

- Yes, but listen-- - Here is your incenser.

Complete with chain.

- But, uh... - To the village, friends.

[all laughing]

[instrumental music]

Father?

You see how fine San Miguel looks?

Oh, yes, he looks fine.

But, uh, isn't he...

isn't he missing something?

Ah, of course, the broom!

[laughing]

Father, a lance.

San Miguel chasing the dragon with the lance.

Oh, I know. The lance!

- He's making fun! - See. Of course.

A lance with a point of gold.

The Yaqui chief has it now.

That's why he's called Golden Lance.

Oh.

What we need is a saint with a shovel.

[both laughing]

Father, Father! Teclo is coming!

Teclo is coming! Father, Teclo is coming!

Quick, Father, hide in the church.

No, hide in my house. It'll be safe there.

[goats bleating]

Once for you..

...hot twice.

Priest, I gave you three days.

Yes, well, I, uh...

I was invited to stay and I, uh...

And I don't like to be impolite.

Teclo...

We, uh, talked together and...

We-- we have...

We have decided that this priest will stay.

Oh..

Now you have two strong fighters to lead you.

A man who trembles when he speaks to me

and the priest.

But you will be lying here

with Yaqui arrow in your stomach

and he will be in there mumbling prayers

and you will watch your wife

being raped by these Yaquis.

And he will being there burning a candle for her.

Because he is a priest!

You are a priest, no?

If you want to call me Father

you have my permission.

[all laughing]

Then you believe in turning the other cheek

as your God preached.

If that's what my God preached.

[chuckles] You see

he turns the other cheek.

But to live as we must live

is to be ready to kill.

And he has no taste for it.

You slap very hard.

Why don't you kill me?

Let me kill him, Teclo.

You see?

He can do it.

Because he's an animal.

But if I'm gonna be killed, I want you to do it.

But you won't

because you know that after me would come another priest

and another and another.

And they will ring the bell.

And these people will answer...

because they want to believe.

And that is his problem.

How to stop you from wanting to believe.

You see, Teclo...

you'll have to kill them all.

You pray for him?

Take him!

I give him to you for a present.

[instrumental music]

Alright, let's get back to work.

Come on, come on, back to work.

[indistinct chatter]

- Father. -Yes?

We use this as a lance for San Miguel.

Would you like to place it?

We'll get the real one back.

[instrumental music]

What the hell are you supposed to be growing here?

Corn. But it has been too dry.

We only have one crop a year.

We need water, Father. Water.

Well, what about the stream at the foot of the village?

We can't count on the stream.

Sometimes it is dry all year.

Father, believe us, we know the problem.

We can only count on rain.

Alright, we'll follow the stream.

[music continues]

[water gushing]

Leon: All we have to do is build a dam at the top.

Man 3: It's good, a priest who builds a dam

instead of a church.

[knocking on door]

Leon: Come in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Yes?

Father, they've come back.

Well, good.

We can use some strong backs.

Uh, uh, won't you, please?

You'll make another miracle with your dam?

Kino, the only miracle is this village

is coming back to life. Come on.

We hope that you're right in what you're doing.

I-- I hope so, too.

We gave up the safety of the hills, priest.

- Teclo's protection. - Uh, protecting what?

For you to live like dogs?

But when we have a priest and houses and bins of corn

the eyes of the Yaquis are upon us.

And the soldiers from the city come too.

To take it from us. Teclo has warned us.

Teclo's right. You want a full belly?

You want a roof over your head? You have to pay the price.

You have to fight for it.

We'll build the dam.

Rake the corn.

But Teclo says the Yaqui fight the holy war.

And if he's right...

we die for no priest.

Well, if the Yaquis come for a priest...

they will kill me.

I'll take the risk.

Look, the donkeys are loaded, I have to leave for the dam.

Make your choice and make it now.

Come on.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Another log!

[singing in foreign language]

Well, Father, the last log.

Well, let's place it.

I never thought this day would come.

- Me neither. - Father.

- Aren't you going to bless it? - Bless what?

This log, the last one.

Oh, yes, of course.

[praying in foreign language]

[indistinct shouting]

Come on.

[hooting]

Move it in.

I see you have brought your patron saint from the church.

Do you celebrate the death of this water fall?

Where there was music now there is silence!

- You have killed it! Leon: You are right, Teclo!

The sound of a water fall is beautiful.

What about the sound of a child

crying from hunger?

[intense music]

[water gushing]

[clattering]

- I'll kill you! - No, Father!

No, Father!

[water gushing]

[splashing]

[music continues]

[indistinct shouting]

[splashing]

[horse neighing]

No further!

[intense music]

[splashing]

[indistinct shouting]

[intense music]

The Yaquis!

The Yaquis!

The Yaquis!

[bells tolling]

[horses neighing]

[crashing]

[fire crackling]

[indistinct chatter]

You! You and your dam and your corn!

Look at your village now.

It's dead!

Woman 1: Father! Come! Father! Father!

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

Don't look. Please, Agueda.

[sobbing]

Please, Agueda. Calm, please.

For 30 years my husband

took care of your church

and the Yaquis killed him!

Why?

- Agueda, I can't explain. - Get out of here, priest!

We want no prayers.

No bells.

I understand.

[instrumental music]

Pablo, pour some water on that wagon before it catches fire.

Did you hear me?

Go and pray somewhere else.

To hell with you. Get out of this village, priest!

Look what you've done to us!

Now, get out!

[fire crackling]

They're right, it's my fault.

Don't blame yourself.

I was so close.

All my life I've been so close.

And always I have failed.

- You didn't fail! - You call this success?

[cart rattling]

[instrumental music]

[crying]

I can't stand sniveling. Stop your sniveling!

I wanna tell you something.

Have you ever wondered why I stayed here?

Was it because of that...

that crazy old priest?

Was it because of a God ... don't even believe in?

Or is it because...

because for the first time in my life I...

I felt important.

And I like the, the "Yes, Father.” "No, Father."

"God bless you, Father.”

Or is it because of you?

I think it was because of you.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[sighs]

It's good to feel like a man again.

[music continues]

I've been a priest too long.

Get out. Come on, get out.

[bird squawking]

Take my mule.

You cannot walk across the desert.

If I ride off, you won't see her again.

That's my present...

for the vision you gave us.

Thanks for the mule, old man.

But remember...

you won't see me again.

Not in San Sebastian.

Perhaps in heaven?

I promise you, not in heaven.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[horse snorting]

[music continues]

I brought you food and water.

Old Miguel said you left with nothing.

You came to save my skin?

I felt that...

I had to come after last night.

Last night was last night.

Live for today.

It's less misery.

[instrumental music]

- I have to ask you. - What?

- Last night... - Yes.

The way you, the way you kissed me

and touched me.

Was it because you love me?

You know, Kinita, last night I was drunk.

You know, w-- when men are drunk they...

People say drunk men tell the truth.

[chuckles] People say a lot of things.

Don't believe what people say.

And most of all, don't believe...

Kinita...

do you know what you really want?

You want words.

Pretty words.

And I can't say pretty words.

[instrumental music]

Wait. I brought your robe.

You keep it as a souvenir.

Look, how far do you intend to follow me?

What the hell do you wanna hear from me?

Nothing.

Just take the robe.

I told you, I don't want it.

You're a wanted man, the first town you come to

they'll see your soldier's pants and boots.

Take the robe.

[chuckles] You still want me to be a priest, don't you?

[clicks tongue]

[men hooting]

[horse neighing]

[ululating]

[horses galloping]

I want that horse, catch him! The white one.

[whooping]

[horse neighing]

Teclo and Golden Lance together, I can't believe--

Your people cursed me and spat on me.

All because of that bastard.

We've got to tell the village, they'll understand now--

Ah, they wouldn't believe you or me.

You go back now.

Look.

You say nothing.

Will you be safe?

- I know the hills. - Alright.

What're you going to do?

Look, I don't like promises.

[birds chirping]

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

I love to travel.

Perhaps for our honeymoon, the governor and I

will see Europe.

But, uh, hm...

so many problems here.

- What? What is it? - There is a priest outside.

He requests an audience with you.

A priest?

Oh, these priests. Another charity no doubt.

Sunday's are not enough for them now.

Well, give him some money, hm, what ever he wants.

He does not want money, senora.

He says he is your confessor.

My confessor?

Uh, he says he would like to see you about

a certain Poopy.

Oh.

Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

- Leon! - Shh!

Father Leon.

Let me see.

[laughing] Oh, what a clever disguise.

Oh, yes, yes it is, isn't it?

But, uh, darling

I'm in the middle of a very important dinner.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - But, uh...

Tonight, between 11 and 12

there is a back gate, I'll see you.

Um, I came for something else, Poopy.

Oh, first of all, don't call me Poopy here.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Uh, n-- n-- now, Leon.

If it's about the job I promised you...

- Felicia. - Well, hm...

Felicia, you found another stable boy.

- Well, you know my husband-- - But anyway.

I want much more than that.

More?

What more can you want?

I want to talk to your husband.

Leon, I warn you.

This place is filled with soldiers.

I will tell the governor you have a price on your head.

And I will tell the governor you have a beauty spot on your--

Leon! You wouldn't dare ruin all this for me.

[laughing]

Wouldn't I?

What do you want?

You want a cannon?

Fifty kegs of powder.

Two hundred muskets.

And 50 cases of ammunition.

- Exactly, sir. - Mm-hm.

Is this man a priest or a general?

[laughing]

Oh, darling, he was my confessor.

Well, what such a sweet, innocent

little dear have to confess?

Oh.

A devout Christian.

San Sebastian, isn't that the place

where I sent the contingent three years ago?

- I believe I-- - Yes, a major disaster.

Pardon me, were you ever a chaplain of the army, Father?

No, no, no, I was never a chaplain in the army, my son.

My men where massacred before they even reached the place.

And you expect me to send troops again

just for a few mud huts?

Those huts, sir, belong to your people.

And I'm not asking you for troops I'm only asking you for--

But, darling, he's only asking

for some guns and some silly bullets.

Felicia, please, I married you to be my wife

not my military adviser.

- Oh! - Governor.

Can we get back to what we were--

- Back to San Sebastian? - Yes.

Well, I'm sorry, Father, but you put me

in the most difficult position.

Governor, there are 75 souls on San Sebastian

who'd be delighted to change positions with you.

- You're a most unusual priest. - Well...

Most unusual.

[horses galloping]

Well, old man.

Did she, did she behave herself?

Fine. But don't expect her back.

A present is a present.

Hyah.

Now, what the hell is this?

Oh, this is San Sebastian.

Captain, tell your men to place the cannon over there and--

We've been riding 14 days across the desert

to bring two wagon loads of arms to an empty village?

Oh, the people are in the hills

but, uh...they will be back.

I refuse to abandon an arsenal to a priest and an old idiot.

As an officer, I must make decisions

that fit the situation.

The guns go back.

Men, dismount, we leave tomorrow morning.

- Well, goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Happy dreams, my son. - Thank you.

I suppose we're leaving before sun up?

We? We leave?

Well, I must face my bishop, and you the governor.

And report our failure.

Calleja: What failure?

Our mission.

Calleja: I didn't fail in my mission.

I was told to proceed to the village of San Sebastian

with arms and munitions, number one.

Leon: Right. - Number two.

Deliver the guns to the population of San Sebastian.

Number three, return immediately

to Garrison headquarters upon completion of the mission.

Where have I failed?

Number two.

We did not deliver the guns to the population.

Calleja: But there is no one here.

Oh, that's true.

But the orders do not say that the population

is in the village.

Uh?

[indistinct whispering]

[dog barking in distance]

Father!

Well, Father, I've accomplished my mission.

You saved both our necks.

I will recommend you to the governor.

Well, you've got everything you've wanted.

Although, God knows why you bother?

I don't know.

I leave this hell hole to you.

Thank you.

Lancers, forward!

So, you force us to return.

Now your soldiers are going, priest.

How will you hold us?

Well, Agueda, I hope you will all stay because...

because y'all choose to stay.

Diego: When your protectors are gone

we will kill you for this.

Diego, you will kill no one.

You are a coward, like all the rest.

Why don't you call for help?

Your soldiers can still hear you.

I call for no help.

You are the weaklings always crying for help.

For years you hide behind Teclo

and his 17 vaqueros.

You run to the hills and you hide like animals.

I fight my own battles.

[laughing]

[cheering]

[indistinct shouting]

Straighten up!

Alright, kneel.

Rifles up!

Aim!

Fire!

Back the line.

Kneel!

Rifles up!

Hammers back.

Aim!

Fire!

What about the wall? Do I have to build it alone?

Leon: No, the governor didn't send you here to work alone.

Men, will you help Mr. Cayetano with the wall?

[chuckling]

- Father. - Yes.

This, Father, is just a rough sketch.

I see.

But soon you will see a finished plan.

What I am going to build for you

will be worthy of ancient Egypt

and imperial Rome.

My friend, all I want is a wall.

Just a, a simple wall.

Simple wall?

Ah! A simple wall!

Renaldo, careful.

Slowly with that dirt, not too much water, huh.

Hey! Over there!

They need some stones over there!

Pascal! I asked you for some tree trunks!

Work's not going up very fast.

Father, for more than 20 days and nights

I have not shut my eyes.

Listen, Cayetano, I didn't bring you here to sleep.

Double the work time.

It's workers I need! Not corpses!

[dramatic music]

I burned the village, but the priest came back

with guns and soldiers.

You see, it's always the same.

They build a house and then the priest comes

and he builds a church.

And soon all around the church, there's a village.

After the priest come the soldiers.

They put up a flag and say, "Now this belongs to us.”

And they steal the food, they steal the horses.

And more, they take the women.

They make a race of half-breeds.

- Like you? - Like me.

When the harvest is ready, we will attack.

Then we will have our corn.

And you will have your people back in the hills.

[galloping]

Kino, how soon can the corn be picked?

Three days. Four at the most.

Cayetano, how soon can you finish the wall?

Fifteen days. At least.

The corn is growing faster than your wall.

Three weeks, earlier than the other years.

The grains are bigger, sweeter.

Thank to your dam, they had enough water.

[sighs] We will be the first village the Yaquis will attack.

Cayetano, I want the wall finished

before Golden Lance gets here, you understand?

I'm a master builder.

You're telling me to hurry!

Why don't you tell Golden Lance to wait?

You tell him.

He's not a man who will listen.

And I know he wants that white horse.

Maybe we'll make a bargain.

[men hooting]

[horses galloping]

[indistinct yelling]

[dramatic music]

Hiya!

Hyah!

[music continues]

[music continues]

[horse neighs]

[grunting]

Pacho. Hey, hey, Pacho.

How's your horse coming along?

Better than your wall. Hey, hey, hey.

I'll have it finished before you tame that horse.

You wanna bet?

Hey, Pacho. Hey, Pacho.

[grunting]

[laughs]

[horse neighs]

[grunting]

Come on, boy!

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Yeah. Ooh-ooh!

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Leon: I've come to see Golden Lance.

[intense music]

[horse trotting]

Golden Lance, I've come to talk... peace with you.

Do you understand?

I understand you very well.

You speak much about peace than your language.

Especially when the other side is stronger.

I, uh, I chose to come alone.

No one forced me.

Priest, look at these rocks.

Five thousand Yaquis were massacred here by your soldiers

in the name of your God of Peace.

I was a child.

I saw blood running down these rocks... like a river.

I come in the name of no God.

I come as a man, who does not wish

to see his village destroyed in the name of your Gods.

You lie!

Your village is full of soldiers, ready to kill us.

There are no soldiers in my village.

If one day you want to come as a friend

you will be greeted as a friend.

If you need food, we will share it with you.

Golden Lance...

I have, uh...

I have brought you a gift...

in friendship.

This horse.

If you accept, there need be no bloodshed.

If you refuse, let the first blood be mine.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[clicks tongue]

Ah-ha!

How can your trade your pride for a horse?

Ah-ha! Uh-huh!

How that sly priest must be laughing now.

Golden Lance: Ah-ha!

He is thinking the Yaqui is so easy to cheat.

And from far away, they seem like lions.

But with a few words and a horse

he turns them into sheep.

Ah-ha!

Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Hey!

Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ah-ha!

Gah!

Ha!

[wheels grinding]

[crowd clamoring]

Come on, you men, help unload!

Ho!

Father! Father! Look!

[intense music]

[horse galloping]

[sheep bleating]

[crowd muttering]

You see, Father, you can't cross the land like Golden Lance.

At least he's honorable. He warned us.

Call the people in from the fields.

Diego, pass up the muskets and that powder.

- Yes, Father. - Timoteo.

Take some men and place the canon.

Father... do we have time to finish the wall?

I don't think so, Cayetano.

When will they attack, Father?

I wish to God I knew.

Could be any moment.

And many of us will die.

Yes, Luis there's a great possibility.

Carlos! Hurry with the wagon!

We have been busy building vans, walls and harvesting the corn

but we have never heard you say mass.

Well, uh, you know, as the Bible says--

Before we die.

Many of us would like to hear mass, Father.

Please.

- Well, I-- I don't know-- - Please, Father.

Alright.

Gather the people in the church.

What are you going to do?

I will... say a mass.

My friends, uh...

You have come to hear mass.

I know you want to hear

words that will make the coming battle easier.

I wish to God I knew the words. I don't.

You see, a few months ago, I came here with an old man.

His name was... Father Joseph.

He was a real priest. I don't know..

Maybe he was a real saint.

Anyway, he died for what he believed.

Then...

Well, then, I put on his robe.

I hope I have not brought a dishonor

but I must tell you...

I am not a priest.

[crowd muttering]

Now it doesn't matter who I am or what I am.

You're not fighting for me, you're not fighting for the robe

you're fighting for yourselves.

You've a right to believe, what you want to believe.

Now if you still wanted your mass...

we will have it at the wall.

[instrumental music]

[wind howling]

[ringing bell]

[horse galloping]

Everybody down!

[intense music]

[music continues]

Don't fire.

Maybe they won't attack.

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

[woman screaming]

[groaning]

[clamoring]

[explosion]

Leon: Fire!

Fire.

[men screaming]

[gunfire]

[men hooting]

Rifle!

Rifle!

[gunfire]

[men hooting]

[gunshot]

[gunfire continues]

- Rifle! Man 4: Look out!

[grunts]

[groans]

[gunfire]

[groans]

[screaming]

[men hooting]

[fire crackling]

[screaming]

[horses neighing]

[gunfire]

[men hooting]

[grunts]

Carlos! Bring the wagons and powder!

Powder!

[wagon wheels grinding]

[men hooting]

[gunfire]

[gunfire continues]

[explosion]

[horses neighing]

[gunfire]

Alvarez!

The barrels!

[indistinct shouting]

Everybody down!

[explosion]

[horses neighing]

[men hooting]

Alright!

Kino!

[fire crackling]

- Ready! - Ready!

[fire crackling]

Ha!

[wagon wheels grinding]

[explosion]

[men groaning]

[gunfire]

Do you think they'll come back?

Mm, Golden Lance will return.

He'll never accept being defeated by a wall.

All this was not enough.

[baby wailing]

How much ammunition do we have?

- Can't we beat them? - Two hours of ammunition.

Maybe. Five barrels of powder.

Then we are finished.

[water splashing]

[horses neighing]

[indistinct chatter]

[gunshot]

Pablo: Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

It's me, Pablo.

Come on. Come on!

You little fool sneaking out like this!

I've been crazy looking for you.

I told you not to leave the village.

I saw the Indians. I saw their camp.

Pablo: I saw them getting guns.

Agueda: I don't care what you did.

Ageuda, leave the boy alone.

Pablito, tell me, wh-- what did you see?

Guns, many of them. Teclo and Pedro are handing 'em out.

- You're lying! - He's telling the truth.

[intense music]

[vocalization]

[water streaming]

[vocalization]

[clanking]

[vocalization]

[water gushing]

[whistling]

[horse trotting]

[horse grunts]

Leon: You're right, Teclo.

That's what it is.

I should have killed you the first day I saw you.

The way things turned out, I think you're right.

Tell me this, half-breed.

Does the Spanish half of your blood

always betray the Indian half?

I've seen a lot of blood running in my life.

Blood is blood, it's all the same.

But there's always a Teclo,

trying to make a difference.

Now what you do? Kill me?

Then kill me!

[groans]

[leaves rustling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music intensifies]

[explosion]

[rumbling]

[water splashing]

[water gushing]

[horses neighing]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[creaking]

Oh.

But this church is in ruins.

Yes, but Your Excellency,

the wall stands.

We had to finish the wall first.

Must I report to the bishop that the people

of San Sebastian built a wall

when your church is in ruins?

The village was saved because of the wall.

- Saved from what? - The Yaquis!

It was the duty of your priest to save your souls.

- Where is your priest? - There is no priest here.

The last one is buried down below.

He was an old man and uh...

And a little crazy.

He saw guiding people

and not in the stones of the church.

[chuckles] As I say he was a little crazy.

Oh, yes. I'm beginning to understand.

Father Lucas, God has sent you here.

This is your new parish.

Stay and rebuild the church.

More beautiful than it was before.

A victory was won here but remember

it was not because of walls and men.

It was because

it was the will of God.

Tomorrow, I will say Mass, my children.

Father, may I present myself?

Felipe Cayetano, architect.

I will build for you a cathedral.

A masterpiece.

Thank you, my son.

But first, there are more urgent matters.

God knows his house can wait.

[laughing]

I imagine a young priest staying in a village like this

has to give up hopes of ever wearing

purple robes and fancy rings, huh?

Come, my children. Enough for all.

I've never cared much about robes or rings.

Mm-hmm.

In a few days, he will forget that San Sebastian exists.

And he will forget you too.

The sooner the better.

By the way,

this belonged to that...

that crazy old priest.

[vocalization]

[speaking in foreign language]

[clicks fingers]

[dramatic music]

Take him alive!

[music continues]

Gentlemen, are you by any chance following me?

[shouts]

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

Where will you go?

This time only...

Only God knows.

[vocalizing]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]