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(tense music)

(man grunts)

(tense music)

- Come on.

(tense music)

- And here, according to our most recent intelligence,

the Yankees have placed two regiments of riflemen,

and two batteries of light artillery

are due to reinforce them soon.

Yes gentlemen, the situation is serious for us.

But then, if it's any consolation,

there hasn't been a moment during this war

when it wasn't serious.

- Right, only now we have our backs

on the Mexican line, sir.

- Ah.

Captain Parker.

Don't you realize that's a great advantage?

It's a challenge to be surrounded.

Don't you agree, gentlemen?

- General, Corporal John Juan has brought

the information which you requested.

- And we also saw several batteries of Vandenbergs.

You know what that means, sir.

- And what does that mean, Corporal?

- Well, they say they're murder

when the artillery know how to use.

- We can only hope, then, that the Yankees

don't know how to use them.

Did you say something, Corporal?

- General, I thought...

It's a pity that we haven't got them.

- Well, we shall just have to go and take them, that's all.

- Count on me, sir.

- I always count on everybody.

Thank you, Corporal.

You may go.

Well, Corporal's told ya.

They outnumber us, better equipped,

and and they're fresh troops who wanna

finish us once and for all.

There's only one course of action.

One thing left for us to do.

Strike first.

We attack at dawn.

- [Guard] Post number four, all's well.

- [Guard] Post number five, all is well.

(horse neighing)

- John.

- Hmm?

- Do you believe in luck?

- Sure, Yankee luck.

- I almost forgot, you got a visitor.

He's waiting for you over there.

- For me?

- Yeah, he's Don Pedro's young son.

(dramatic music)

- What are you doing here, Francisco?

Don't tell me you're trying to enlist.

- I'm not interested in quarrels among gringos.

- What's the matter, then?

- I'd kill you right now if my sister

hadn't been in trouble.

Rosa made me promise to come bring you home.

Why are you talking like this?

What's happened to Rosa?

- Don't be a fool, Warner.

The little one.

Your son.

(tense music)

- Son.

My son.

- The next thing is the wedding.

- But that's what I always wanted.

I'll ask for a leave as soon as possible.

- It's not that simple.

You gotta marry her by tomorrow.

They told me something was the matter.

- But I can't leave the camp.

- Rosa may be dying, you understand that?

It's her last chance.

- Let's go.

- I'm surprised you could do this to Rosa.

You always had my support when you wanted

to face my father and my brothers.

Always.

They were right.

You're not as I thought.

- Who was right?

If they would only have let us get married before.

Do they know you're here?

- In my house, nobody mentioned you to me.

But the priest knows I talked to Rosa.

- Lie down.

The guide culprits coming, I think.

- Then shut your mouth.

- Just listen.

A true Santaville brat.

- So long, Sam.

- You leavin'?

- For Los Sadros.

- Hey look, you better stay here.

- It's my business, don't tell me what to do.

- You want to be a deserter?

- Now he has to fight a personal battle.

- You'll get hanged, John.

You want a court martial?

They're sure to find you.

- They're not gonna miss one deserter more.

(tense music)

(gunfire rumbling)

- The battle's just started.

I should have been back there.

- If you were so important they wouldn't

have begun without you.

(tense music)

(ominous music)

- Sergeant, look at those two.

One's a soldier.

- I'm not blind.

Halt.

- What do we do?

- Keep on going, they saw us.

Hyah.

- Come here, you.

- Sergeant, what's going on?

- What do you mean what's going on?

Aren't you Corporal Warner from the seventh?

- Second company.

- Well, what are you doing so far from your unit?

- Why, I've gotta leave for a couple of days.

- Sergeant, I believe they canceled all leaves last week.

- I know that, Corporal.

Now let's see that paper of yours.

- I don't have it in writing.

It's a verbal order from my-

- Sure.

I know that kind of leave, verbally granted

on the eve of a battle.

We had a battle this morning, and we won,

no thanks to you, deserter.

- I have to get moving.

Now let me go.

- Don't move or you'll be buried right her.

- Stop that man too!

- No wait, forget him.

We have to get to camp.

Now get off your horse.

- Francisco!

I'll come!

Tell that to Rose!

- Deserter.

Deserter and coward.

When his comrades faced a desperate battle,

Corporal Warner escaped like a frightened rat

into the night.

- Don't call me a coward.

- What'll I call you?

The hero who was going to take

the Yankee batteries all by himself?

You're the basest coward I ever came across.

- Captain, I beg you to listen to me.

- No explanation can warrant a soldier's betraying his flag.

- I have to go to Los Sadros.

I have to go.

- In the army, you don't move about whenever you like.

- Let me go, sir.

I beg you.

Under guard and chain if necessary.

Afterwards, I don't care what happens to me.

- Take this man out.

- But Captain, please, sir!

(horse neighing)

- You know what to do.

- Well, is it a court martial, Captain?

- Why waste time?

We all know he's guilty.

- Without giving him a trial, sir?

- Court martial a deserter?

Tonight I have a good job for him.

He can work on the burial party.

At least I'll spare a real soldier.

(solemn music)

(man whistling)

(man grunts)

- Hey, don't boot him in.

- You want me to be their nurse?

They don't care anyway, and I'm tuckered out.

Jehosaphat.

Them yanks are heavy.

Reckon they must eat too much food.

(man laughing)

But I figure tomorrow we'll be stiff as they are.

(man laughing)

- Shut your mouth.

- What's the matter?

Afraid we're gonna awaken the boy?

Huh?

(man whistling)

- Hey.

You two go to the other pit.

Warner's gonna face this by hisself.

How do you like digging your own grave, huh?

That way you can make it a perfect fit.

Now hurry up.

- Oh, sorry, Sarge.

Hey, this one's alive.

(man grunts)

- He's a yank.

Finish him off, Warner.

- I won't murder a dying man.

- [Sergeant] It's an order.

Kill him with your shovel.

- I only kill fightin'.

- Huh, you're brave.

No good even for this, huh?

(tense music)

Give me that.

Don't provoke me, Sergeant.

What's that?

- I said you better not do it.

(tense music)

- Hold it.

Are you crazy?

John, don't kill him.

- You'll only get yourself in a mess, Sam.

- I know it.

Did you hear what I said?

John, stop.

Don't kill him.

John.

- You're guilty as he is, Sam.

(man grunts)

(tense music)

Plain murder.

Now what do we do?

(eerie music)

- You've both thrown away you lives for a dead man.

- Perdue.

He was right, though.

Come on, John.

How about a couple of horses?

(dramatic music)

- They went this way.

Heading South.

- To Los Sadros.

We must beat 'em to the pass.

Darn fool's heading home.

(dramatic music)

- [Lucky] Just our luck.

They're waiting for us

Might've guessed it.

- No, I don't think so.

No one could get here before us.

And there isn't any telegraph.

I'll go see what's happened.

- No.

Better leave that to Lucky.

You're known there.

My, that man that man's driving

like the devil got him by the tail.

- Ha!

- Ha, ha, ha!

Ha!

Ha.

- Hold on there!

Hey friend, what's the matter, your house burning down?

- There's cholera in that town.

Out of my way.

Ha!

Ha, ha!

- Hey, there's a cholera epidemic in that town.

We'd better just pass it.

- Cholera?

I'm going in anyway.

Sam, what about you?

- My wife and kids are there.

- We'll wait until dark.

They might not see us.

(insects chirping)

Come on, Sam.

So long, Lucky.

- Hey Warner.

What if our troops find us?

- We'll be back before daylight.

- Yeah.

Sure.

(tense music)

- No, not my husband!

Don't take him away!

No, please!

Oh!

What I am to do without him?

Let me take care of him.

I beg you.

I beg you.

- Shall we burn the bed, Doc?

- What bed?

They sleep on the ground.

Unless you want to burn their house.

- Whole damn square'd burn up.

- Fire's a lot better than cholera.

(solemn music)

(tense music)

- John.

That's my house there.

- All right.

- Listen, John.

- What?

- I'll stay here with my folks.

They'll hide me.

- Good luck.

Thanks for everything.

Be careful.

(solemn music)

- Oh Holy Mother.

It's you, Senor Warner.

- What's happened?

Is there anything wrong with Rosa?

- Who is it?

Who's there, Juanita?

You.

What are you doing here?

Why did you come?

- I'm not looking for a fight, Jose.

- I'll kill you!

(woman gasps)

- [Juanita] Senor (indistinct), help!

- I told you I don't want to fight.

- Stop it!

You dare to come here?

- I've come to marry your daughter.

- Don't you dirty her name with your mouth.

Get out!

- No, I've come to marry Rosa.

You prevented me once, but you won't do it tonight.

- Are you defying me?

- Don Pedro, I don't want to defy anybody.

I want to see Rosa and give my name to our child.

- No gringo will ever marry my daughter.

Even if she was alive.

- Was alive?

What are you saying?

Is she sick with cholera?

You mean there's no hope?

- You dog.

Have you no respect?

The cholera didn't kill my daughter, you killed her!

- You did it.

You and your stupid pride.

It would have been better to let us marry.

I was in love with her.

- In love with my land, you mean.

Now get out.

- Please, Don Pedro.

- I told you to go.

And I warn you never to cross my path again.

- No, you're not letting him go.

- Your sister has yet to be buried,

and I would not disgrace her memory with his death.

- Let me see her.

You don't know what it cost me to get here tonight.

- Throw him out.

- Just a moment.

- Please, Father.

Let him see Rosa.

His son too.

(solemn music)

- Bring it.

(solemn music)

That is your child.

Take it and go.

The two of you have brought enough

heartache into this house.

(baby crying)

(tinkling music)

(solemn music)

(bell tolling)

- You know, sir.

Had a feeling I'd be killed in this war,

but I never thought I'd die of cholera,

like out of that fool Warner.

- Well, he's the one whose days are numbered, Corporal.

Don't worry.

- [Corporal] Yes sir.

- Deputy, first we want to check out this rancher's house

where he once worked.

(baby crying)

I figure that's where he went.

(baby crying)

(solemn music)

- Well, couldn't you have left him with someone?

- He's my son, and he's coming with me.

I'm gonna cross the Rio Grande into Mexico.

What about you?

- I'm with you.

You need a nurse.

(man whistling)

(baby crying)

I think he's hungry.

- What the hell?

So're we all.

- We'll have to find a ranch house.

- Hyah.

(tense music)

Look at that.

Just like the army.

What can they do?

War reaches everywhere.

- What do you want?

- Milk for the baby and something for us.

We can pay for it.

- Where do you come from?

- From Los Sadros, and without eating.

- From Los Sadros?

But there's cholera there.

(speaking foreign language)

- Cholera.

Do you want to give us all cholera?

Clear out.

- Just a minute.

I want some milk for the child.

- You heard him.

- You're lucky, because we're unarmed.

- But we're not.

- Dirty Mexican. - Get going.

(tense music)

(solemn music)

- Hey Father.

Ain't that too much meat for you?

- Not Father, Laybrother is correct.

- I can't tell the difference.

- Leave him alone.

- I sure hate these fellas in gowns.

If you know how to beg, you should also know how to share.

- Come take your share, brother.

- You bet I will.

(Lucky chuckles)

Ah.

(men grunting)

- [John] Let him go or I'll break your neck.

(men grunting)

- I'd best not take on both of you.

- For a father, you can fight mighty nasty.

- I explain to you, brother.

You should say-

- Laybrother, I heard you before.

Let's go.

- Say, Laybrother, didn't they teach you

to turn the other cheek?

- Yes.

But not to be decorated with initials.

(Lucky laughing)

Hey, this meat is for you.

Sometimes the blessing of the flesh

help a brave man better than a spiritual.

Take the other cheek, you've earned it.

(Lucky laughing)

(Laybrother laughing)

Hey, a man should be on that pack horse.

- So what?

It's not your problem.

- Hombre, if Providence has brought it here,

then let me ride it.

(Lucky laughing)

- What do you know about riding horses?

- It's easier than Latin, brother.

- Which way you going?

- Can you think of one better than yours?

- Say, what's the difference between

a father and a laybrother?

- Well, a father is a father.

A laybrother bears all the burdens of the priesthood

like a mule who one day gets tired

of being hungry and takes off.

- Ah, so you've taken a leave from the monastery

like we did from the army.

- Brother, now we understand each other, eh?

- How far away from the stage post?

- Less than six miles.

(solemn music)

- And here's something for you, honey.

- Are you in such a hurry that you cannot stop overnight?

- Baby, if I was to stay with you only till midnight...

- And why should you go so soon?

- Oh, if I'd only- - Lupe!

I warn you.

Don't let me catch you again trying to get heat in your bed.

Now get to work.

They're getting it ready now.

Aww, let me have a look at him.

Aww, the little darlin'.

Just look.

He has a fever.

This child's ailing.

He's real sick.

- I'm afraid so.

Where can I find the doctor?

- Well, the closest one lives in Los Sadros,

but there they got...

Oh lord, it's the cholera.

(tense music)

- What are you talking about?

- You might have told me, instead of trying to hoodwink me.

You come from the north, like everyone else

who got out of Los Sadros.

- Shut up!

- It's you soldiers with all your killing

that brought on this pestilence.

You despised and been cursed by the Lord Almighty.

- Don't speak of the Almighty.

There's no bigger pestilence than a bitter soul.

- Ah, none of your papist talk.

We're Presbyterians here.

- What's the matter?

- Give them their milk and send them away.

The child has cholera.

- I'll be durned.

You'll get nothing here!

- You give it to me or I'll break your neck!

- As long as they go, let him take it!

- I won't be forced!

(dramatic music)

- You pigs!

- Hold it.

Get moving before I shoot.

- Don't give him the satisfaction of killing you.

- Get out!

- You'll see me back again.

(dog barking)

(solemn music)

(tinkling music)

- Is it cholera, brother?

- It's his stomach.

The boy is famished.

- Wake up, wake up.

- What is it?

- My son, I think he's dying.

You must do something.

- I wish I could.

- Do something.

Don't you hear me?

Pray, ask for a miracle!

- It's no use!

- It isn't right.

I can't let him.

(gentle music)

- Will you do it?

- John.

- I tried all I could.

Just like he was a dog.

That's how my son died.

(suspenseful music)

I swear!

They'll pay for that!

- [Echo] They'll pay for that!

Pay for that!

Pay for that!

(tense music)

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic music)

- Patrone, Patrone!

Patrone!

(thunder crashing)

(men grunting)

(gunshot bangs)

(men grunting)

(women gasping)

- That's all of 'em.

- What do you want of me, mister?

- To give you what you refused to my son.

Drink it! - No!

- No!

No.

No!

Please stop.

Oh, for the love of God, have mercy!

(man gagging)

(woman crying)

(solemn music)

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(gunshots banging)

(dog barking)

- I knew it.

A mad dog.

That's what he is.

I've always known it.

- Yes, but- - Let me speak.

- You talk this way because you're blind with hatred.

- And I have every right.

I hate the bastard.

But you as a judge should be doing

something about his crimes.

- Medicine and justice.

I'm beginning to get them mixed.

My major problem is cholera.

We arrested it, but now we're playing with (indistinct).

- Oh, stop talking and do something.

- Stop yelling at me.

You can talk to your own men as you like.

- Sorry.

- And besides, the problem doesn't concern me,

because he's committed no offense

within jurisdiction of my court.

- Oh, but he will, all right, and soon.

Sooner than you think.

- Senor Sandoval, I can assure you

that we'll be ready if he shows up here again.

- By doing what?

Sitting at your desk?

Don't you realize that Warner's getting

more dangerous every day?

He not only has two men with him now, but five.

Besides the one called Lucky Boy,

who is a graveyard robber, and a renegade monk

they call Father, he also has with him

a man called Leoni One-eye, a sex maniac

convicted of raping two little girls.

Another called Morton, an escaped convict

who claims to have killed 10 men,

and Sam Powell, jailed for deserting with Warner,

who escaped and is now with the gang.

Six murderers capable of anything,

and with only one law, that of their guns.

(tense music)

(gentle music)

(Juanita gasps)

I gave orders no one must to enter this room.

Did you forget?

- No, patron.

But it's not possible to forget la senorita.

- You are never to mention that name in this house again.

I never had a daughter.

No one ever slept in that bed.

This bedroom does not even exist.

Do you understand?

Do you?!

Get out!

Get out!

Do not pray for the soul of somebody that never existed.

Oh.

(door close)

(solemn music)

My little girl.

Oh, my little girl.

How I loved you.

How I loved you.

Don't let my love that was like a pedestal of stone

fall like a castle of mud.

Please.

Let me think that you loved me more than you did him.

That bastard.

That bastard that took you away from me.

That bastard.

- Hey, we go back to Los Sandros?

(tense music)

- Now is the right time to raid 'em, I'd say.

Throwing the party, Sam?

(gentle music) (people chattering)

(man shouting)

(gunshots banging) (people shouting)

(Lucky laughing)

(gunshots banging)

(man shouts)

(solemn music)

- Let's see it.

- Now, Mr. Colby, maybe you'll kindly tell us, how long?

How long are you going to let Warner

run wild over our lands?

Huh?

- That's unfair to Colby and me.

It's not as simple as you think to capture him.

- I'm talking to Colby!

Now you did say you were ready, didn't you?

- And I was.

But the army only left me with two men.

What do you want me to do?

I only have the Mexicans and you.

- And when our peons are scared,

you can't get them to take any action.

- But with more gold you might.

- No, Jose.

No, that's not it.

When a man is afraid, more gold

will not give him more courage.

- You're right, Father.

And the only way we're ever going to get Warner

is to provoke him, challenge him man-to-man.

- What do you mean?

- No man can swallow an open insult in broad daylight

and ever be respected again.

I'm going out and brand him.

- I'll go. - Not you.

- No.

You're not going anywhere.

Neither one of you.

- Father.

Don't force me to disobey you, it may become a habit.

(bell tolling)

(rooster crowing)

(people laughing) (light music)

- Whew.

What's going on?

There ain't a living soul in town.

- They're all home hiding under the bed.

You ought to do the same, mister.

- Hey?

- This whole joint's been reserved for us.

- I don't care, I come for a shot of liquor.

And I got my rights to drink under the Constitution,

you know. - Ah.

A man's constitutional rights are another thing.

- Hey, Max!

- There's your constitutional rights!

Now git!

(people laughing)

- Who told you that I need men?

- He did.

Sam's his name.

- Where are you from, huh?

- I'm a drummer out of Santa Fe.

But the recruiters tried to sign me on

and so I picked up and ran.

I'm not prepared to take their commands.

- Well, with me, you have to know how to obey.

Get out.

- Now look, Warner, I-

- All those who ride with us gotta obey their orders.

(cheerful saloon music)

- And you, what's your work?

- I'm a professional gambler.

- You'll have a real rough time trying to euchre us.

- Couldn't I be one of ya?

- What do I need a gambler for?

- I'm handy as a gunman.

I put three in the graveyard.

- Shot in the back, I suppose.

He'd betray his mother for a centaro.

- I swear-

- Don't swear.

Lock him up till we go.

All right.

What is it you wanna say, huh?

- First of all, don't try to treat me

like you did the others.

- Mister.

He's a dangerous man.

- Yeah?

Look, Warner.

I know what you are, and I'd like to join you.

I'm not an idiot or a swindler,

but I've been everything else.

If you want to accept me, fine.

If not, we haven't said a word.

(John chuckles)

- What do you say?

(men grunting)

(guns click)

(all laughing)

- I can tell, you are as fast with your pistols

as with your jaw.

- Listen, Warner.

We're going to understand each other.

Tell him never to do that again with me.

- Take it easy.

We two are gonna understand each other.

But don't you ever talk to me like you just did.

Never!

Get it?

- Yes, I do.

- The place of Morton is filled.

- Poor old Morton.

He wasn't bad company at all, but he smelled.

- Boys, let's drink to the new man.

- Hey, what's your name?

- They call me El Guadalupano.

- Guadalupano?

I know a pretty song by the same name. (laughing)

- I wouldn't advise anyone to sing it.

Least of all you!

(glass shatters)

- Hold it!

I don't want a fight.

He's one of us.

Now.

That makes six again.

We're six again, like bullets and a gun.

Let's celebrate!

(men cheering)

- Hey kid, what are you doing here?

- Is there a man called Warner here?

- I am.

What do you want?

- There's a man looking for you outside.

- Who is it?

Who's with the man?

- He was alone.

He's a stranger.

- Leave him be.

What did he say?

- He said that he had a bullet to put in your head.

(ominous music)

- Hold it.

Didn't you hear?

It's me he's waiting for.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

(Juanita gasps)

(Juanita screams)

(dramatic music)

(rock banging)

(dramatic music)

- I'll bet old Sandoval's bit off more'n he can chew.

- You got money to put up?

(dramatic music)

(wind howling)

(tense music)

- Sandoval!

- [Echo] Sandoval!

Sandoval!

- I hope for your sake you're really alone.

- I have never broken my word.

- [Echo] Broken my word.

(tense music)

(gunshot bangs)

- You're a liar, Sandoval!

- [Echo] You're a liar, Sandoval!

- Thank God we got here in time to help you.

- Why!

Why?!

I gave my word!

- But I couldn't let him kill you

just like he killed poor Pablo.

- I'm sorry, my boy.

You spoiled my only chance of killing him myself.

- Well, gentlemen.

This says you represent the inhabitants of Rincon,

El Paso, Laredo, Austin, Santa Fe, and Los Sadros.

I believe this is the first time a Confederate Army

has been host to such a committee.

Well.

Gentlemen.

What is it?

- We're ranchers, General, and the people

we speak to are ranchers.

So I'd simply better say we've come for your help, General.

- I know.

You want soldiers.

Have you forgotten we're at war?

- No, we haven't forgotten.

But our grazing lands are occupied by outlaws.

By one of your men especially.

It's your duty to help us.

(man mumbling)

- But why not manage your own defenses?

- Whatever there was to be done, Lieutenant, we tried to do.

And we paid with our own blood, General.

No, gentlemen.

We are dealing with professional gunmen.

And now we are about to lose our herds of cattle.

Do you know what that means, sir?

It means that-

- Yeah, to defend your cattle you need a full brigade.

- If it hasn't occurred to you, Lieutenant,

your army needs our cattle to win your war.

What do you think, General?

- I'm ready to allow you one squadron of cavalry.

On one condition.

And that is you support our soldiers

with all the local men you can.

- My sons and I will be the first to volunteer, sir.

- They have cavalry men!

(triumphant music)

(people cheering)

- Now we're really important.

See that?

That's called a military honor guard.

- You better not ride near it.

- Are you scared of those uniforms?

- Of course I ain't.

It's Warner who scares me when I'm put out in the open

for a crack at Sandoval.

And I'm beginning to think about me.

- Hey soldier.

Bring my horse.

- I gotta talk to the commanding officer.

- What about?

- Tell him I know where he can find John Warner.

(tense music)

There in that first building.

- What makes you think that's where

Sandoval stores his gold, One-Eye?

- Because it ain't likely anybody'd suspect.

- That's a good guess.

- No one's guarding the place.

Does it make sense to you?

- Every place we've been lately, you're sure suspicious.

That ain't gonna get you nothin'.

- Well, you have to be right once.

You ride ahead.

Go on.

Ride out.

- Alone?

- You heard me.

(tense music)

Go on.

(wind howling)

(tense music)

Let's go.

- Hold your fire!

It's me!

(gunshot bangs) (One-Eye grunts)

(fanfare trumpeting)

(horses neighing)

- Whoa.

Ha!

(dramatic music)

- One-Eyed Buzzard, ambush me, will ya?

- Shut up and vamos.

You'll need your breath.

(gunshots banging) (dramatic music)

There's the border.

All right, spit up.

We'll meet at the hideout!

(gunshots banging)

(horse neighing)

- Hold!

Damn their souls.

Now they're into Mexico.

(insects chirping)

- It's done, patron.

- That's fine, Manuel.

The cattle will soon be here for the water.

- Bueno.

- Father!

Father!

Father!

(solemn music)

Juan escaped.

Are you listening?

- Yes, I'm listening.

- You know it.

Don't you?

I knew it, it was the fault of that army captain.

He should have told us that he was going out after the gang.

I'm sure that if...

- What are you sure of?

- That Warner would never have escaped that way

unless he was the son of a demon.

- Or at least a friend.

'Cause that kind of luck can only come from the devil.

- In Mexico now.

But why didn't they just tell us?

- Maybe it's better that way.

I don't think I could stand to lose him a second time.

- What are we going to do?

Tell me that.

What are we going to do?

- We're going to wait.

And someday, when his luck abandons him,

on that day, wherever he is...

We'll meet.

Face to face.

You see that?

The old wheel is working again.

(tense music)

- Not even a drop of tequila.

I'm sick and tired of hearing those damn frogs

croaking all night.

- They're making music, brother.

- Don't ever call me brother.

I'm no one's brother.

I don't even know who my father was.

- Then I should say maybe we're both blood brothers.

- You filthy peyote. - Hold it.

What's wrong with you two?

I'm tired of your fighting all the time.

- I would say he's kind of nervous.

Hmm.

- At least you've still got a steady hand.

(frogs trilling)

- What the hell has happened to Lucky and Sam?

- Three days is a long time.

Let's hope they weren't caught.

- They went straight North.

They have to cross the mountains.

Why don't you relax?

Stop acting like a wolf in a cage.

Go to the pueblo and get us food and whiskey.

- Now that's a great idea.

- Hey, Guadalupano.

If you want to get drunk, wait till you get back, eh?

- Oh, don't worry, John.

- Hey, don't be tempted by the poor (indistinct)

into sin, brother.

- Shut up.

Priest.

(gentle music)

- Ah, anyone here?

- Why yes, I am.

- Ah, a little dove.

Come here, pronto.

- All right.

(Guadalupano whistling)

- Oh, you have a pretty bird call.

- Maybe I put you in a cage.

- You don't want to scare little bird, hmm?

- I want to buy.

There's plenty of goods for sale, hmm?

- Maybe.

The goods that are most expensive...

I wouldn't sell to just anyone.

- To just any (indistinct), eh?

You are able to tell a gentlemen, aren't you?

- That's a good one.

Where did you get it?

- From a fool.

He says he has lots of them.

- He still here?

- He left a minute ago.

He was alone.

- Vamos.

(Guadalupano laughing)

(Guadalupano speaking foreign language)

(frogs trilling)

(banging on door)

- [Guadalupano] It's me.

El Guadalupano.

Open up.

Open up, pronto.

Hombre.

- Good time?

(Guadalupano mumbling)

And next time, better still. (laughing)

- I told you not to drink.

- By the virgin, I swear I didn't touch a drop.

(gunshots banging)

(ominous music)

(gun clicks)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Where's Guadalupano?

- He was bushwhacked.

Don't dismount.

We're leaving.

It ain't safe here anymore.

- But we can't go back to Texas.

- Then we just stay in Mexico.

- Sandoval's gonna laugh at us.

- Let him laugh.

For now.

- Then all that you have done is completely useless.

- Our mission was to clear this area of bandits

and we accomplished that.

- Yes, by hanging some poor unfortunate damned fools.

But you didn't catch John Warner.

- Now it's a problem for the authorities in Mexico.

Warner'll never come back here.

- I can see you don't know your man, Captain.

He'll be back soon.

As soon as you go so we go.

(tense music)

- So we go back to living with rifles all about us.

And help ourselves.

- You're wrong, my boy.

This time we'll take the initiative.

This time we'll go after him.

- To Mexico?

- Have you forgotten that we go to the fiesta

at Condalari every year?

As soon as he finds out, he'll come.

- I'm sure you're right, Father.

But who do you suppose will come to our help if he does?

- Have you forgotten Colonel Gonzales?

And that I made him governor of Chihuahua.

- It's not very flattering, really.

And it's such a pity, because they have put it

all around the state, you know?

- Yeah.

Where did you get that one?

- I told you.

My dear husband brought it.

And (indistinct) far better than you.

That shows how little he can judge a man.

He can't see anything.

- But you do, that's certain.

- You are sad?

- Mm-mm.

Isa, you're more dangerous than a puma.

Really?

But why not?

You like us fierce.

I need you.

You're the only man I've ever wanted.

Why can't you escape to Europe and stay with me?

I'll pay everything.

You'll be rich.

- And what would you tell your husband,

his excellency, the governor of Chihuahua?

Whose dream is to see me hanging from a rope.

Hmm?

- I was being serious, John.

- Me too.

I'm not easy to domesticate.

- But that's your appeal, you know.

I like it.

Not here.

Besides, there's a chance you could change.

Well.

(gentle music)

There's no reason to be hasty.

I'll be yours all night long.

Pablito went to Candelaria, and there he will attend

the man he owes his post as governor to.

- I'm beginning to like that guy.

- I'm not.

And I'm sure you would loathe Pedro Sandoval.

(dramatic music)

- Sandoval.

(upbeat music) (children laughing)

- Ah, buenas dias, Senor Governador.

What an honor to have you with us again.

- Where's Senor Sandoval?

- He has not come down yet.

Excuse me.

- Where's your brother?

- He's coming.

He'll be in time for the procession.

- Something bothering you?

- Father.

I keep thinking about John Warner.

- Me too, me too.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

(speaking foreign language)

Good morning, good morning.

- I trust you have slept well?

(speaking foreign language)

- We were speaking of Warner, Governor.

I doubt if he'll come. - Patience, patience.

He knows we're here.

He'll come after the bait soon enough.

- But I don't like them using you as bait.

- Oh I am more than ready to answer

for our security measures.

There are soldiers even in the bell tower of the cathedral.

I'll guard your father as I would my own life.

- I know, but Warner's already escaped you more than once.

- I took it upon myself to order extra precautions today.

- Ah, Jose.

You're gonna be late for the procession.

- I'm not going.

I'll stay with you, Father.

- But you must go.

You are the president of your group.

The governor was looking for you.

- What about you?

- Well, Francisco and I, we're going to pick out

the bulls for the (indistinct).

Now don't worry, we'll be all right.

- When you're ready, Colonel.

I'll see you later.

(speaking foreign language)

(solemn music)

- He's gone to the bull ring to select the toros.

- Do they know it?

- Yeah, si.

What do we do?

Appears that we are expected.

- We go right ahead.

(tense music)

- And this is their tragic end.

So death came to the beautiful Rafaela

and the wicked Shogun.

And so it will for all those who are

in league with the demon.

(speaking foreign language)

- It's Pablo, your cousin who robbed you

and abandoned the priesthood.

- Why, that's who it is.

- They say he joined a band of gringos,

and there's a reward offering (indistinct) in gold.

- No, Pica, I can't do that to my cousin.

- A bandit's only cousin is the devil.

Do as I say.

Think about your Marco.

(speaking foreign language)

(gentle music) (fireworks whistling)

(tense music)

(fireworks crackling)

(tense music)

(gentle music) (fireworks crackling)

(tense music)

(gentle music) (fireworks whistling)

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music) (fireworks crackling)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music) (fireworks crackling)

(suspenseful music)

- There is a fiesta in town and we draw sentry duty here.

- Well, that means we see the parida without paying.

- Yes, but standing in the sun.

I had a ticket for the shade.

- Halto!

- Hey, lower your guns, amigos.

I have a message for Senor Sandoval.

- We have orders to admit no one.

- It's an urgent message.

(Sandoval laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

(cow lowing)

- Toro, huh?

(man laughing)

Hey, toro.

(cows lowing)

(suspenseful music)

- You're a little late.

- I think so too.

- Careful, boy.

- Tell your men to leave my boy alone.

- I came for you alone.

- Here I am, gringo.

(dramatic music)

- I want to see your captain.

(dramatic music)

- Toro!

Toro!

Toro!

- Here, give me your hand.

(Sandoval grunts)

- Father!

(Sandoval groaning)

Father!

(bell tolling)

- Move out.

(cows lowing)

(gunshots banging)

(Sam grunts)

(gunshots banging)

- Jose!

Favorite of our father!

(gunshots banging)

(man grunts) (gunshots banging)

(man grunts)

(dramatic music)

- Say your prayers.

It's the end of us.

(Lucky whistling)

- You can't escape, Warner.

Throw down your weapons.

- Come and get them.

(gunshots banging)

(suspenseful music)

(solemn music)