All language subtitles for E20 Unforgiving Minute

I wish that you had not
burned the cabin.

You are like a musician who only
knows one tune, Machado.

I'm getting
a little tired of it.

Just that,
when a man creates something...

In the city, Machado,
you can create something

worth your labor!

If you are a shadow
of the man I thought.

Even a simple man,

with such a wife, can do
whatever he puts his heart to.

You will see.

Yes. I will see.

Be quiet!

Who is there?

Are you trying
to drown yourself?

Come with us.
We'll take him to the wagon.

No!

First of all, who are you?

What does it matter?

The man is ill.

His eyes burn with fever.

He is a Yanqui.

Does that make him dishonest?

And what is there
to rob me of, huh?

A broken wagon?

Is that how you consider me?!

Come.

Come.

We'll give you some food

to hold down the river
you have swallowed.

Come.

Sabina, food.

The man is exhausted.

He's hungry.

I thank you for your trouble.

It's an old fever.

Oh, do you think
my wife enjoys feeding

only the goats and myself?

You two, you're a long way
from civilization.

My wife's very words.

But we're going back
to the city now,

to the things that my wife
has missed so much.

I passed a burned-out cabin
two days ago.

Would that be yours?

Oh, si, senor.

But it was not the bandidos
who fired it.

No... it was my wife.

Thank you.

You had something of value?

Value? No, no.

Only my wife, senor.

Eat.

See, that is
the cleverness of it.

When the bandidos found
the cabin burned,

they would believe anything
of value was destroyed with it.

So, they do not harm us.

Oh, she is a very clever woman.

Still...

to cure the disease
by killing the patient

does seem a little bit harsh.

Who do you run away from,
gringo?

The bandidos or the Federales?

That make any difference?

All the difference in the world.

Uh, senor, my wife means,
if the bandidos

caught us hiding someone
they wanted badly...

Mm, they would hang you
by the heels

and set fire to the straw
under your head.

Mm.

And you... mm.

So, to hide a man at such a risk
would be foolhardy.

Unless...

Unless.

Unless the reward
were equal to the risk.

Oh, no, it is not
a matter of payment, senor.

You have understanding, gringo.

Sabina, no.

Enough reward to live
in a city again.

To be a woman again.

Can we talk about it
in the morning?

I'm tired now.

Senor...

it is only that I am a poor man,

and we have lived a lonely life
for such a woman.

For such a woman.

All right.

Say a thousand pesos until
I've recovered my strength?

Oh, no, that is far too much.

Agreed.

And... and who knows
what happiness

your generosity may bring?

You have the money with you?

The equivalent.

Well, suppose tonight you die?

He who dies pays all his debts.

He will sleep in the wagon.

Eh?

Well, as you say, he is sick.

You want him to sleep
on the ground?

No. No, but the wagon?

Come.

A thousand pesos.

I could have died of shame.

Is it so shameful to dream
of something better than this?

Woman...

I have the right to know
what is in your thoughts.

A hunted man with no friends.

A stranger who belongs nowhere.

The moment he feels
he is out of danger,

he will give us nothing.

So, I am going to take
what is rightfully ours.

Tonight.

And how, at sunrise,
can you look him in the face?

There is no accusation
in the face of a dead man.

Is he sleeping?

You seem to have
recovered your strengths.

A little.

Just enough to...

claim the reward
for my generosity.

You are claiming for something
you have not yet earned, senor.

Senora, so are you.

What do you mean?

It is the equivalent
of a thousand thousand pesos.

Where did you steal it?

A man in Durango hired me
to sell it for him,

but his partner felt
there'd be more profit

in giving a hint to the bandits,
so now the partner is dead...

and I'm tired.

It is the color
of a sacred stone.

It is said that such a stone
can open the eyes

of even a blind man.

Do you truly think
I am interested

in just a dirty pebble?

Yes, senora,
I think you truly are.

You're a fool.

He is asleep.

Do it quickly.
I will wait here.

The face of a Madonna...

and the claws of a cat.

It's very tempting.

But as I said...

I'm tired.

You are a fool.

Have a restful night.

Where's your husband?

He's gone.

Where?

? Quien sabe?

Maybe to the bandidos.

Perhaps to take revenge on
the man who dishonored his wife.

What did you tell him?

I told him that within an hour,
when you had recovered,

we would go away together.

I thought he was
going to kill you,

but my husband has
the heart of a chicken.

All he did was apologize to me
for being such a poor husband.

Where's the rifle?

He took it with him.

You mean he was
fool enough to believe

that the bandits would take me
and leave you?

A jealous man is-is not famous
for his logic.

No.

Nor a selfish woman
for her charity.

Well, you must see it
from his point of view.

How could he be sure
that you wouldn't steal me

and leave him to the bandidos?

Why are you afraid?

Will a mouthful of water
drain the ocean?

No.

But the taste is bitter.

You know, if you're not lying,
we may have no choice;

we may have to run for it.

That is exactly what I planned,
that we should run for it...

together.

You do not have much time
to make up your mind.

Machado, where are the bandits?

They're camped beyond the hill.

I think they saw me.

When I saw them, I...

I could not do
what I had gone to do.

I ran.

You child!

They would have
paid you for him!

With a machete
across the throat.

I ask myself:

who has driven her
to these evils?

I.

And what of my honor?

She who has nothing
has nothing to lose.

Senor, you must try
to understand her.

Machado, it is not I who must
learn to understand her.

Those bandits saw you.

Won't take them long
to track you here.

Machado.

Machado, give me the rifle.

Come on.

Now take your wife
and get out of here.

He's right, Machado.

We should run away.

No, it is too late to run.

They will kill us all.

What is it they want
from you, senor?

Machado, for six days,
I played tag

with these people across
this hellhole of a country.

Cost me a good horse,
my good disposition.

Cost them four men, and that's
what they want of me... that...

and this.

Perhaps if you,
if you offer them

that which they seek...

- Sabina!
- No.

Take a look at it, Machado.

It is only a common rock.

The one she stole
from me last night

was not so common.

Oh.

Well, she has gone to bargain it
for our lives, huh?

Well, it could be just that.

Do you have another weapon?

Si, I have another pistola.

Get it.

I pray you will
forgive her, senor.

To hold such wealth in her hand,

after all the poor years,
to know what it could buy her...

the temptation was very great.

Yes.

She probably stole
a horse from them.

They had extras.

She was a very
resourceful woman.

And a very beautiful one.

It's strange.

You know, with her as my wife,

I have always thought of myself
as a rich man.

Well, a man can be rich
in different ways.

Rich in material things.

Beautiful wife.

A man can also
be rich in spirit,

through knowledge and acceptance

and understanding.

You do not think
she is alive, huh?

Machado...

Senor...

someday, when I am worthy
of such a woman,

I will find her again.

You understand?

I understand.

And I hope that time
will bring you understanding.

No, you are wrong!

Do you think you have the right
to tell me how to think?

No.

No, sometimes a dream
is better than reality.

I will find her again.

You will see.

And until you do...

Adios.

"Have gun will travel,"
reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
in a savage land

His fast gun for hire
heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam?