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Red card!

Workers for Judge Noble's ranch over here!

Wyatt Earl Plantation! Green cards over here!

Blue card!

You'll labor for the railroad! In this truck!

Don't you eat anything but garlic?

You with the blue card, let's go!

You heard the man, amigo, let's go.

Mesito.

I have a job for you.

Maybe you're not Mesito. The Mesito I heard about was a man.

Not a slop feeder of chickens.

That is better.

Animal, hurry up and feed the chickens and get in here!

I got work for you to do!

You hear me, animal?

What's the job?

You will find out when we meet up with the Dutchman.

Dutchman?

He said to tell you that there is $1,000 in it for you.

- You need to know more? - Animal, didn't you hear me?

Animal, you...

I just quit.

I'll take just one.

- And you? - Three good ones.

You, mister?

I'll take two, gentlemen.

I think I got it called this time.

You left that streak.

You ain't got it called, 'cause I've got it called.

And it'll cost you four bids to see me.

- Augustus. - Not now!

- Well, it's too high for me. - And me.

- Augustus. - Not now, I told you.

I fold.

The Dutchman has a job for you.

The Dutchman?

- Where is he? - Mexico.

It's up to you, mister. What are you gonna do?

What kinda job?

Do you still know how to use dynamite?

That is, for a $1,000.

Hey, mister!

I'll see you.

Three tens.

- Let's go. - Your money, amigo.

Oh, yeah.

You're just in time to see the incredulous and incomparable Samurai!

One of the great legends of the inscrutable East...

... right here in the inscrutable West!

For 10 little cents, you'll be treated to a million dollars worth of thrills and chills.

As Samurai performs the ancient skills of knife throwing...

... using a real live target: The lovely Lotus Flower!

There's not much time left, folks, the show's about to begin.

Now, take it from me, this is something you got to see to believe!

Now, put your money right here on the drum.

10 little cents, that's all it costs you. One thin shiny little dime.

Come on, sure, that's it, right there. Hurry, folks!

Hurry, hurry, the show's about to begin!

Sir, hurry, hurry. Come on now, folks.

I beg you to keep complete silence!

Now, this moment is terrible.

Samurai must aim with absolute calm.

An instant's hurry and Lotus Flower will go to her ancestors.

See, with what precision he calculates his aim.

Note how he trembles for his woman's life!

I've got a job for you.

1,000 dollars. 1,000 dollars.

It's for the Dutchman.

Hey, what are you doing? Hey, you can't walk out!

You've got a contract with me!

There is where the Dutchman is.

The firing squad!

Bring out the traitor.

Bring out the prisoner! I can't stay here all day!

That's it.

Silence, you pigs!

Silence!

To the wall! To the wall!

Mesito!

Agua caliente.

It doesn't look too serious.

Think you're going to be fine.

Thank you, my friend.

Gentlemen, I think our side has emerged victorious.

- Been a long time, Captain. - Too long, Dutchman.

Thank you for coming, Samurai.

Luis, good work.

You old Dutchman, you...

What was that for?

When I tell you to come, come. I want you alive, not dead.

Alright, Dutchman.

But you sure got a strange way of saying hello.

All of a sudden it's just like old times.

Well, I don't have to remind you that it is me who gives the orders around here.

And I don't mind splitting a few heads, if I have to. Is that clear?

One thing isn't.

What's so important about that old Mexican in there?

He's our paycheck.

- He's the one we're working for. - Where is he going to come up with $4,000?

He's a peasant.

For your information, that peasant in there...

... knows where there is a half million dollars in gold...

... just waiting to be plucked.

A bank?

Not exactly. A bank on wheels.

A train. A big, fat, juicy train.

I suggest we all eat.

Now... what's this about a big, fat, juicy train?

Who cares what it's about? A train. That should be easy.

Perhaps you won't think so once you hear what this train's like.

I don't care what it's like.

For half a million dollars I'll put it on my back and carry it away.

No, it's not that simple. Luis is right.

This is not just any old train. Taking it won't be easy.

What makes this train so different?

I'll show you.

Here.

First, a locomotive.

Behind that, a boxcar.

So far, it's easy.

- Filled with soldiers. - Soldiers?

- Next to a flatcar, two machine guns. - With more soldiers.

Nobody said anything about taking on an army.

Next... "The Car."

It's covered in armored quilt, eight armed guards inside...

... carefully watching over a half million dollars in gold.

- Finally... another flatcar. - With more machine guns.

No, my friend, a cannon!

Dutchman, you're insane. You want magicians, not us.

No.

You're exactly the men that I need.

Look, what do we do about the cannons for instance?

Don't be worried, my friend. The Dutchman has figured the whole thing.

You know, you keep smiling and telling us how easy it's gonna be.

- We don't even know who you are. - Doesn't matter who I am.

- It is what I am that counts. - And what's that?

Young, perhaps. Young enough, not to be afraid.

Why, you little...

Alright, that's enough. Let him go, Mesito.

And you keep your mouth shut.

There isn't any of them who wouldn't stand by you when the chips are down.

Well... I think it's time you all met each other.

Since I'm the one who knows all of you, I'll make the introductions.

Augustus. We spent five years in the army together...

... Captain Augustus and myself.

"A genius with dynamite", they used to call him.

He could blow anything and even tell you how many pieces it'd make.

During a Cuban war, they gave him the job of blowing the Manareta garrison.

Well, he blew it, alright.

He blew the fortifications and the ammunition supply.

He even blew the safes of the Cuban army.

And then he blew town.

The U.S. army would still like to get their hands on him.

Now, Mesito...

It wasn't money that got Mesito into trouble, it was food.

400 head of cattle, to be exact.

Seems he didn't like the pay he was getting working for the Kansas City railroad.

So, he stole a train, loaded with market-ready beef.

The only trouble was, the man he tried to sell them to...

... turned out to be the original owner.

Well, needless to say, he was caught, went to jail.

Two weeks later, he broke out. Been in hiding ever since.

Feeding chickens...

I told you to shut up.

Samurai...

One of the great samurai swordsmen.

Knife thrower's dream.

He escaped from his native country one night...

... when that sword of his sliced up six men in four seconds.

Uh, three seconds. I beg your pardon. He doesn't talk much.

But when he does, he means it.

Bunch of cowboys in Wichita one night took his silence...

... to mean that he was afraid to talk back.

Started kidding him about the slant of his eyes...

... and he sliced up eight of them before anyone knew what was happening.

What about the young punk? What's he ever done?

Luis? That is Luis Dominguez.

From The Flying Dominguezs'. Circus acrobats.

Mama and papa Dominguez, and son Luis.

Only, one night, Papa fell 75 feet and no net...

... and broke up the act. Luis had to find new work.

He discovered that robbing banks paid about as well as anything.

Only trouble was, he got caught a lot.

Kept in for a six months, the first time...

... six weeks, the second, and how long the third, Luis?

Six minutes.

I'm trying to tell you, he killed the two guards who were locking him up.

Now his face is plastered on every wall in Mexico.

Now, will you please tell us your plan for taking this train?

Plenty of time for that. I'll tell you on the way.

- On the way? - Yeah, on the way to El Mundo.

Oh, we leave now.

Where is everybody going?

With the killing of all the soldiers, you'd stay here?

Gracias.

For the first leg of the trip, you will travel with us.

Right.

When you do leave us, take them with you.

If you should be stopped, it's better to have a family.

I don't know about you, Dutchman...

... but when I get my share of that half million...

Hey.

When I get my thousand dollars...

... you know what I'm going to spend it on?

Well, I guess, um... Oh, probably a tall silk hat...

... a fancy ruffle shirt...

... maybe one of those lacy kerchiefs you stick in the cuff.

- You sure guess lousy, Dutchman. - I thought I had you figured.

Well, this goes to show you...

... you never really get to know everything about a man, do you?

Gee, Dutchman, you should know. I'm not one of those fancy guys.

I'm gonna buy 200 head of cattle. Honestly, this time.

- Can I make a suggestion? - Sure.

Put your money into something you can't eat.

You're getting nervous like women in your old age.

Don't start it, Luis.

How is it out there?

If Augustus' turn on watch is as peaceful as mine...

... he will wish he was back playing half dollar poker.

I do not know who you think will find us out here, anyway.

We are alone with a cactus and the wind.

I wouldn't be too sure. Since General Huerta took over the country...

... the soldiers got eyes on the back of their heads.

How do you like that? He's telling me about the soldiers.

At least he wasn't stupid enough to be captured by them. Three times.

At least, I'm not stupid enough to sell something back!

Alright, hold it!

Save your fighting for when we need it.

I thought there wasn't going to be no fighting.

- I thought you had a plan. - I've got a plan.

But a big plan makes room for trouble.

Trouble?

Perhaps the Dutchman begins to have doubts?

I don't have any doubts.

I wouldn't have even considered the plan or the men if I didn't think they'd all work.

Dutchman, you know me.

I ain't too quick when it comes to thinking.

There's one thing keeps bothering me.

You never said exactly what the job is!

The half million in gold is being sent to the Dictator General Huerta...

... by some friends of his in Europe. It's a kind of fee they're paying him...

... to protect their interests here.

Now, if that gold doesn't reach Mexico City...

... General Huerta's gonna have a lot of explaining to do.

What about that old peasant in Chilamolales?

The old peasant is Manuel Esteban.

He's the leader of the revolutionary forces.

Now, he'd like to get his hands on that money to buy guns and ammunition.

And we're supposed to grab the 500,000 and turn it over to him?

You say it, amigo. We're supposed to.

Luis Dominguez.

Oh, Luis... I've waited so long, for this moment.

I am Captain Gutierrez.

And you have been captured in my jurisdiction.

Now I warn you that since you have been found with rebels...

... we must assume that you too are rebels.

And you know what happens in such cases?

You will be shot.

Except you, Luis.

You will be hanged very slowly.

In order to go free, you must tell me your names.

What you are doing with these rebels and why you came here to Mexico?

Who sent for you and gave you hospitality?

That is all.

Well?

I warn you, it doesn't pay to be stubborn.

I've dealt with others, more stubborn than you.

They all have talked sooner or later.

Some after days, without any sleep...

... food or water.

Some after losing an eye.

When he's in good spirits, he tortures his mother.

Don't listen to your friend.

He's doomed.

But the rest of you can live.

Now, tell me!

What's the matter, Gutierrez?

Perhaps you've never had to question men before.

Take him away!

I will hang you all, one by one, unless you give me your answers by tonight.

No!

No! Take this.

No!

That is the girl that Captain Gutierrez is interested in.

Guard. I think Dominguez is dying.

It must've been the blow on the head.

Mesito. Get the rifle.

When the shooting starts, come out firing.

Get 'em.

A fine piece of steel.

Far too good for a lowly oriental.

It could make a splendid breast sword for when I become a general, hm?

Don't you agree?

Of course, if I were to find out what these men are doing here in Mexico...

... I would show my gratitude by letting the slant-eyed one...

... and his companions go free.

Such loyalty.

You will not divulge his secrets even though it will cost his life and yours.

You will find heroism is for men, chica!

It is much easier for a woman to be persuaded...

... to forsake her ideals.

Much easier...

... and much more enjoyable.

No...

Madre mia, no!

Let's get out of here!

Get up there!

Thanks.

This is where we leave you. Go on back to your people.

There's a rifle there. You know how to use it.

Don't worry about the soldiers. I'll make sure they follow us.

Esteben! We're friends of Manuel Esteben.

Soldiers, many soldiers.

Hurry up, then, señor.

I may be wrong, amigo, but I don't think they will be able to stop the soldiers.

I know it. They know it, too.

But they'll hold 'em off long enough for us to escape.

A man can get killed that way.

Yes, they'll all get killed. They know that too.

They're ready to die for no reason? They must be loco.

Some men die for money, some die for causes.

They're gonna die for us.

Four mens' lives, for each of ours.

Impossible!

Damn near.

Take a look down there.

- What the hell is that? - That's the work train.

Goes ahead of the gold train by 20 minutes.

Scouts for damaged tracks, hidden explosives.

Of course, if it's attacked, it becomes an automatic warning for the real train.

Seen enough?

- Dutchman? - Yeah.

You sure you know what you're doing?

Well, you're never sure until the job is finished.

I'm finished.

I quit.

This thing could never work, even if you have a month.

- And all we got is four days. - All we've got is three days.

- I don't like it, Dutchman. - Why not?

You got a plan. Maybe it's good...

- ... but not here. - You listen to me.

My plan works on paper and it'll work when we do it.

The train's going to pick up the gold, when it comes back in three days...

... we take 500,000...

... to give to the revolutionaries, of course.

Next time we see it, we take it.

A thousand pardons, señors. This bandito tried to rob me.

I managed to capture him. Now, perhaps you take him from me.

Dutchman, what about that house?

Oh, deserted. Same as the station.

These rails still look good.

Not these ties. This is like a dry cracker.

Doesn't he ever think about anything but food?

How much do you think they'll hold?

One car for one trip.

Well, that's all we need.

But why the toys?

Clay pots or men, that is the best way.

Nobody around here will hear you shooting clay pots.

On the route the train will take, there's squads of soldiers...

... at six mile intervals, ready to move in the second they hear any shooting.

And don't forget about the soldiers in the boxcar.

Keep working.

Had Mesito make these up for me.

The hood will help to cut down the noise... I hope.

The dynamite should make it operate like a small cannon.

I don't have a full charge in there, but this'll give you an idea how it works.

- Oh, it works, alright. - Yeah?

- Still worried about the noise. - No, don't worry about that.

I can cover that with the train whistle.

What do you think, Captain? You think it'll work?

I'm too old to think.

Besides, you're the one who's giving the orders around here.

But if I were to think, then I'd tell you, they'd kill us all.

It's not like it used to be, Dutchman...

... when you and I were together before. It's not...

... romantic anymore.

Look at us.

Today we're four older men and one fresh kid against at least a 100 soldiers...

... against an armored train...

... against a cannon that can hit a candle three miles away.

The five of us against machine guns, automatic rifles...

All those things weren't there before.

We're as good as dead, and you know it.

Oh, why'd you accept, then?

'Cause we're dead already. Have been, for a long time.

Our times are over, gone.

Me for instance:

After I left the army, I went on to gambling in New Orleans.

I knew how, once.

But when you've been handling dynamite for years, something cracks, inside.

I don't know what, but something breaks.

All of a sudden, when you're trying to pull off a bluff...

... your hand starts to shake. Sweat starts to pour out of you.

So, I ended up cheating poor bastards for pennies.

Look at the others, they are no better.

Mesito's been hauling slop for the last four years.

Samurai, the great samurai, is making a buck a day in a circus sideshow.

And Luis... who's he?

A thief who doesn't know where to hide anymore.

And you'd know better.

You had to come down here and hide with these rag pickers.

A man without a country.

No, for me it's... different.

Different?

We're all the same.

You know us. That's why you took us on.

We're all gonna get killed, Dutchman. All of us.

And you know it.

Samurai?

Shoes, straps... knives?

Good, very good.

Luis?

Shoes, straps... slingshot.

Watch?

Shoes, straps, detonator, containers, wire, chains...

Where's the dynamite?

Hm, looks like you got everything.

- Except my nerve. - It'll be there, Captain.

Mesito?

- What's that for? - Maybe a drink for all of us.

We'll save it for later on, when we have something to celebrate. Watch?

- Your watch. - I got it.

- Well, let me see it. - I got it.

Show it to me!

Hang it around your neck so you can't sit on it, huh?

- Alright, let's hear it. - Again?

Yeah, again and again as long as I ask for it.

Ten minutes for each armed car.

Three minutes to pass from one car to another.

Five minutes for the unexpected. Total, 44 minutes.

Mesito?

At quarter to seven there is the work train.

20 minutes later, the convoy.

I've got 20 minutes to join the race. 20 whole minutes.

20 minutes is long enough.

Not when it's your last 20 minutes on earth, it isn't.

- There it is. - 500,000.

Now.

Start the work train!

Board the train!

- May I show you the train? - Sí, sí.

This way, if you please. See, there is much armor.

Machine guns.

General Huerta has thought of everything.

Did you know that even the men were selected individually by his official aides?

- Yes. - Careful detail assures complete security.

- Don't you agree? - Sí, sí, sí.

The armor here is ingenious. Look, quilted sand.

Best protection against small arms fire.

Well, what do you think about the train, Excellency?

- Oh, impressive, very impressive. - Gracias.

Pedro!

- What are you going to to? - Take that little bit of gold back there.

- For the revolution? - That's right.

Oh I'll help. I'm a revolutionist too.

- What about him? - He's with them.

You might be telling the truth, and then again, you might not.

I'm telling the truth!

No foolish moves.

Capitano, look there.

What's the matter?

- Get to work! - I can't!

Why not?

I dropped one!

- Can't you do without it? - Sure!

If you wanna hear the explosion in Mexico City.

Maybe you'd like to cover it with your hands.

Listen, genius!

You are going to make this thing explode.

I don't care how.

I don't care if you lose a hand! Or half your face!

Lieutenant!

There is water here, sir. It's full.

Here!

Pull those guns in, or the next one will be lit!

Get them on the floor and get your hands up.

- Now? - No, not now.

We'll celebrate when we get where we're going.

Each know which route you gonne to take, so let's get started.

Mesito, turn the truck around.

Luis, tie them over there in the corner. Let's get this gold and load it!

Ah, come on.

Alright.

Give me a hand, will you?

Mesito, you all right?

I am fine!

One for me.

One for Dutchman and Luis.

Augustus and Samurai...

... and one for me!

One for the Dutchman.

One for Augustus, and...

- ... Samurai. - He's very busy.

And one for Dutchman, for Samurai and Augustus.

And one for me!

Luis, this is for Samurai and Augustus.

And...

- Ah, stop kidding. - I am not kidding.

I should have known.

Alright, Mesito.

Put the gold back in the truck, Luis.

You never guess? Why not?

Because I'm as stupid as you.

You can't take it all, Dutchman. Not everything.

Not everything, my friend.

There is the $1,000 to you. The rest is coming with us.

Not with us. With me.

But Dutchman, you said...

We agreed... to share the gold between you and me.

No, you said it, I never did.

You were listening with your minds not your ears, all of you.

I promised you a $1,000, there it is.

Yours is there too, Luis.

Dutchman, you suckered us good.

You made us risk our lives.

You made Luis think you were with him...

... and you had it all figured to take everything for yourself.

It's not for myself, Captain.

I told you the gold was for the revolutionaries, and that's where it's going.

A few years ago, I was a hunted man in America...

... so I came to Mexico...

... and I found good people who helped me.

Found a girl...

For a while there, things were fine.

Then one day, the soldiers came...

... and they said that the girl's father and brothers were revolutionaries...

... and that she had helped them.

I didn't know anything about revolutions or conspiracies...

... or problems and the peasants.

And they let me go.

But they shot all of the others, including the girl.

She was my wife.

No, Captain, the gold is not for me.

It's for Manuel Esteban and the peasants, and the revolution.

And my wife.

Now, you just listen to me.

You can hide yourself, go to another country, change your name.

You can drop out of sight.

But I'll find you.

I don't care how long it takes.

- I'll find you. - You do that, Captain.

You'll find the horses a good day's walk from here.

Soldiers.

You with him?

I just joined the revolution.

Dutchman!

Were you successful?

I...

We were successful!

Gracias!