Original subtitles

"FREEDOM! THE FIGHT CONTINUES"

My friends...

I'm already far away.

This war is cruel.

What will happen? Will the anger come?

Or will the anger conceal itself?

Who knows?

Will there be hope or...

...will there be fear.

But there is one thing that is certain...

...this is a beautiful country.

Very beautiful.

And here...

...in my heart...

Now...

"FREEDOM!"

"I am one of Diaz's soldiers. They could have killed me."

Aim!

Run, Pablo, run!

Get him! Shoot!

Get him! Shoot!

Dolores, dear.

I told you, dear, I'd be back right away. See, eh?

That was 6 months ago, you bastard!

Dolores, but...

...my star, why are you running away?

Oh, you pig! So it's me who's running away!

Son of a bitch!

I put bars on the windows and a lock on the door.

And yet, you managed to escape from a hole in my roof!

- Dolores-- - Enough, enough, enough!

- Go away. I don't want to see you. - Dolores! White rose of Mexico.

Here I am and that's what matters.

Yes, tell me you love me, eh?

My dear little girl, I'm going to give you a present...

...to show you I forgive you.

- Oh, really? For me? - Yes...

You bought it?

I didn't say anything about "buying."

Oh, it's gold.

Thank you. How beautiful.

To Sheriff... Nathaniel... Cassidy...

...in honor of eliminating...

...his 20th bandit...

...from the citizens of Douglas.

- How many? - 20.

That was the count 5 years ago.

Give it back. What're you doing with that?

Here.

Thank you very much! Goodbye, now.

Cuchillo, what do I get now?

Make room for Pedrito!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to show you a cock fight.

All bets accepted up to 100 pesos.

This is Diaz, namesake of our beloved president...

...and this is Santillana, namesake of our renowned revolutionary leader.

Any reference to people living is purely intentional.

Let's go, boys! Bet, bet!

Diaz or Santillana?

- Patroncito! 2 pesos. - Santillana! 4 pesos.

- 2 pesos, Santillana. - I've put your 2 pesos on Santillana.

- Another 2 pesos on Santillana. - Hey, Pedrito!

What does he want from me?

A man can't even steal in peace?

Even an American sheriff is here, now.

That's Sheriff Cassidy. He's found me.

1,000 pesos!

Yes, 1,000 pesos.

I bet 1,000 pesos that someone doesn't get out of here alive.

1,000 pesos. Any takers?

Gentlemen, tonight we've got a real treat in store...

...a real human match.

There's no limit to the bets on this one.

On my right--

Steve Wilkens, wanted in every state of America.

30 robberies, 8 killings, 15 duels...

...almost all legitimate.

If you don't talk now, no one's going to bet for you.

I bet 4 pesos on Steven Wilkens! 5 pesos! 5 pesos more!

Patroncito! Can I put 20 pesos on the gringo?

Take off the holster belt!

Gunbelts on the table. Our beloved president has forbidden duels.

If the guns are on the table, and someone uses them in self-defense...

...then it's all in order.

Shoot after I count ten!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

I'm sorry to send you off with bad news...

...but I didn't come for you.

I'm no longer a sheriff.

I'm working a job on my own now...

...and for much more than the 1,000 dollars on your head.

Anyway, it has been a great satisfaction--

Hey, you! Stop! Where are you going?

Come here, you! I asked you where you were running.

Who is running? I'm not running.

Hey! Stop!

Run, man, run!

Stop where? Here?

I am innocent, sir.

I haven't done nothing.

I wasn't there. I swear, I wasn't there, sir.

That money -- I won it honestly, in a wager.

Let's throw him in the cell.

I don't know anything, sir.

Just a minute.

This is Manuel Sanchez, alias "Cuchillo".

Cuchillo is an old friend and deserves to be treated differently.

Know why he's called Cuchillo (The Knife)?

That's why!

Not yet!

Lift up that foot. Lift it up.

The other one.

You know, with all those knives, he would be hard to beat.

Now we can throw you behind bars, right, Cuchillo?

If it's right for you, it has to be right for me.

You see? It's a lucky thing I knew that bastard.

Papa...

Can't you give me a cell of my own?

You won't be together for long. This one is leaving tomorrow.

President Diaz granted him a pardon. God only knows why.

Is he dangerous?

Very! Mr. Ramirez is a poet.

...6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14.

14 bullets.

One day I'll have the satisfaction of counting 14 holes...

...on those Frenchmen of the secret service.

They are thick-skinned, all right.

They came as hired killers with Maximilian of Austria...

...then stayed on with Juarez, and now they are with Diaz.

They will bury us all and our flags, too.

He has come. Can you follow me, please?

Assignment complete, as far as I can see, Colonel Sevigny. Very good.

That rebel gave us a great deal of trouble.

Yes, but not so much as to disturb a minister, just to check on his death.

I didn't come here for the mission you completed.

It's about the one coming next week. There's a man in Torreon Prison.

He has been pardoned and they're setting him loose tomorrow.

That man is worth 3 million dollars.

100 dollars, if you help me get out tonight.

100 dollars? 100 dollars, for me?

I need your help, Cuchillo.

I've struggled all my life, but I'm not a man of action.

With you, it's different.

You have been brought up on the free roads of Mexico...

...where you've been trained to defend yourself.

I must get out of here and cross the border to Texas, immediately.

Hold on a moment, poet.

Listen, let's get this straight.

- You have been pardoned, right? - Yes.

- You're getting out tomorrow, right? - Yes.

And you want to give me 100 dollars...

...to take the risk of an escape, just to gain a few hours?

Or a few minutes. Whatever advantage you can give me.

Hurry.

Do it.

My stomach! Someone help me!

What's happening? Is he all right?

It's something he ate.

So what? He'll either croak or else he will get better.

Be careful. Knives fly.

Open that door.

That's it...

Now you take us outside, like a very good boy, eh?

All right, but take the knife away from my throat.

You mean this one here?

Just look at what I have to do to marry this tramp.

But this is the last time.

Either he comes to the priest or he can stay in jail and rot.

Cuchillo!

Dolores!

What are you doing?

I'm escaping. What are you doing?

My dear, Dolores.

You beast! I was coming to rescue you.

My future wife.

Did you bring those horses for us?

Sure.

Who is he?

He is Mr. Ramirez, a very dangerous poet.

Life of my life. The horse is for him.

No, Cuchillo, you can't do this to me.

I brought these horses for us, not for that man!

Not only does he like my company, but...

...if I take him to Texas, he'll give me 100 dollars.

I'll bring back a gift!

If you leave me again, that means you don't love me anymore.

Dolores, if I leave you, it's to love you more, when I come back.

Goodbye, my love. Goodbye.

Liar. . .swine. . .louse.

But I'll get you. Don't worry.

By the Holy Virgin of Guadalupe, I'll get you, by God.

Mexico!

You were born in a wind of knives...

...between 2 furiously foaming seas.

Mexico!

You have opened your arms to the Vagabond...

...to the wounded, the landless, the hero...

I feel happy-

The wind... The wind of knives.

I love the wind of knives, Ramirez.

Life is beautiful, and we are like brothers. Let's go!

You're Ramirez.

You still remember me, old man?

Welcome, welcome.

Come, please eat.

- For me? - Yes.

Thank you very much, madame.

We're together again, eh, my friends?

Ramirez, bless my son.

In the name of Mexico, I bless you.

Look, Ramirez. I kept this for you.

A newspaper that I used to secretly print in Burton City...

...when I was forced to take refuge in Texas.

Now that you're free, you can begin to fight again.

I shall continue the battle. Thank you.

I'll put it over my heart as an oath.

Ah, Ramirez, dear comrade! At last, after so many years!

My entire past is here today to welcome me.

Tequila!

We must celebrate, my old friend, our hero.

Now, who are you fighting for?

Only to live, that I swear.

I have only a few men, no money, and no rifles.

But now, there's no need to worry, is there?

We have money, lots of money, eh?

Tequila!

What money?

Gold. The Juarez gold you hid for us.

Let's go and get it now. The revolution and great living.

The Juarez gold is for "the people" of Mexico...

...to overthrow Diaz, not for you.

Am I not Mexican? Are my men not farm hands?

Did I not fight in the revolution?

No, you merely used the revolution as a cloak for your banditry.

Okay, then. You'll give me the gold...

...because I am a bandit, because I am here...

...because I'll make you talk!

Not even Diaz managed to do that.

Yeah, but I know you and I know how to make you give in.

All of you, in a line! Hurry up!

Well then, Ramirez?

Don't move! Talk!

Don't you see that your "people" are suffering?

The more you wait, the more they will suffer.

My dear child!

No, stop!

Damn...

Who is shooting?

Over there!

Cuchillo...

You, you are my only hope.

...a thief...

...a Vagabond...

I put my trust in you.

Take this to Burton City.

Burton City.

Run, Cuchillo, run.

What are you -- What are you saying?

The gold. . .the gold.

Who is he?

It seems that the gringo over there is with us.

Yes, I saw him.

Stop that man on the horse!

There are too many dogs around. We'll get him later.

Follow that boy and report back to Santillana.

And you?

I must see a friend. We used to be together once.

Was he a gunman, too?

No. He was a revolutionary.

He's Cassidy, one of the gringos who came to fight with us under Juarez.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Jose.

Greetings, Jose.

Nathaniel Cassidy!

I got here too late.

Me, too. And a friend is dead.

Yeah, but the tracks continue.

We are going to follow them together, my friend...

...for the revolution, just like the good old times.

I always liked to remember you, Cassidy.

Remember you, a stranger, who fought for a country that wasn't his own.

It's a bad time, my friend...

...because Diaz's oppression is becoming worse.

The people are so afraid. They won't react or help.

We must find the gold of Juarez, and we can do it if you help us.

Riza and his men don't mean anything to us now.

We have just proved it.

I'm sorry, Jose.

We weren't ever "together". We just had the same target.

You no longer have faith in our cause?

I no longer have faith in men. I fight only for myself, now.

That's a shame. If you really think that...

...I'm afraid I can't let you go.

I wouldn't do that.

Let's go our separate ways. To each his own, my friend.

I was just as fast as you were once.

Yeah, but in the last few years, your job was politics...

...mine, the gun.

Don't worry. God will decide.

I'm the one who is fighting for a rightful cause!

A rightful cause is not enough, Jose.

Cuchillo!

Was he your husband, Miss?

My assistant.

Help me.

Yes, certainly.

He seems like he's sleeping, eh?

Who did it?

No one. He died of an illness.

I suppose it can happen that way.

Hey! What are you doing?

Stop it!

May I?

All right.

Thank you.

Are you of a religious sect?

Sergeant Penny Bannington, Salvation Army.

What's that?

We're soldiers of the Lord. We fight the devil to save people's souls.

Miss, where are you going with this wagon full of God's bounty?

To the pueblo San Miguel, then across the border.

My mission in this country is finished.

I'm going back home to Burton City, in Texas.

Burton City?

Could you possibly use another assistant?

That one is dead.

All right.

Thank you.

Stand up! Adjust your clothes!

You look like you've been in a pig pen!

Button up your shirt!

Stop eating! Compose yourself! Don't you understand?

You've got to look like a human being!

All right, grab another shovel and help me.

You're a soldier of the Lord now! Work!

No regrets, Neil McDuff.

You're in heaven and another soldier will take your place...

...and will do your job and play the drum without pause or rest...

...while you are sleeping in peace. Amen.

Amen.

Cuchillo!

We'll stop here.

You'd better get up.

We're out of water. Now go and get some.

Why don't we wait until it rains?

No, it's not going to rain today.

Go get on your horse and take a look.

I'll stay here. All right.

Don't move! Throw down that knife!

Calm yourself, Jean Paul.

You know you must learn to control your anger...

...if you want violence to pay off.

Stop resisting. I've followed you since you escaped from prison.

Talk!

What did Ramirez tell you?

- Who? - Ramirez!

Don't try to be clever.

Bastard! Stupid!

We've followed you since you escaped from jail.

You'll find a map, there on my horse, under the saddle!

I thought I could do it in cold blood...

...but I haven't sunk that low, yet.

See you! Cuchillo is out of here!

Stop! Stop!

I have nothing against you. What have you got against me?

I even bet on you! Please!

You did right. As you can see, I'm still winning.

Yes! Stop!

Take it easy. You're hurting me.

You're the one who let yourself get caught.

Keep talking.

What could I have done about it? He looked half-dead.

How could I imagine he was so quick with the knife?

But where did he hide it? I don't understand.

Damned Mexicans!

To look at them, you think they are sleeping, always sleeping...

...and suddenly...

Where's Cuchillo?

- Hold it. - Let me go!

- Very good. Are you his girl? - Yes.

Cuchillo must pay for this wound.

I'll begin by taking a little payment on account.

Wait a moment! I want to talk to her.

You can always reason with a woman in love.

Cuchillo is in trouble, big trouble. Soon, he'll have even more.

Are you going to tell me where you put that piece of paper...

...Ramirez gave you, before he died?

What piece of paper?

Cuchillo...

What piece of paper?!

Don't get smart with me!

It's not worth it.

Even if you reach the treasure...

...how long do you think you'll stay alive with 3 million bucks?

I've killed men for 500 bucks...

...and there are some who would do it for 10.

But listen, listen.

How can you do a thing like that?

You should kill him the same way you make love to a woman...

...with feeling, with passion.

I strung you up with feeling, didn't I?

So, what? What does that change?

Don't yell or I'll blast your head off!

Whoa! Hey!

Cover up your nakedness, immediately!

Cover up!

But how can I?

You...you sadistic, filthy brute!

And to think you're an American! Aren't you ashamed?

Don't touch me! Let me go! Leave me alone!

Bastard!

Where did you hide that paper?

It's a newspaper, isn't it?

A newspaper, a newspaper... I don't know how to read.

I threw it away. Look, I don't know.

If you haven't got the newspaper, you're useless.

And if you're useless, I'm going to kill you.

Cuchillo!

You didn't lose it. By luck, you left it in my wagon.

Little mother, little woman...

Are you looking for this?

Give it here.

Women are nothing but trouble.

That's it. Thank you! You're really lucky.

Really lucky, really lucky...

Now you can have a rest. I'll run for you, this time.

Run, run, run, run.

I'll leave the wagon a little way down the trail. Come on. Ha!

Thief! Coward!

Miss, miss! Do you know what you've done?

You made me lose a fortune!

- What? - A fortune. A fortune!

Get down from there.

Come on, miss. How am I going to do that?

Cover yourself with this.

Untie my hands, up here. Come on, miss...

Maybe, it's easier on the other side.

Yes. You have to loosen the knot first.

Not here, not here.

Now come here. Come here.

Did you hurt yourself, miss?

No. I'm fine.

Because, I did.

Ah, Dolores. What a pleasant surprise! Life of my life.

You dirty pig! Animal, cover up! Come here!

But, but, Dolores --You too? Why?

Come here, come over here, quick.

It's better you don't try to talk. It's better for you.

No, it's a misunderstanding.

Ah, a misunderstanding?!

With you, I'll settle accounts later! Come here, Salvation Army.

Dolores! Girls, let's talk it over.

Girls, girls...

Ladies! Will you stop?

Mercy on us poor sinners, amen.

Cuchillo...

Tell me you love me.

Tell me I'm beautiful.

Tell me you're going to marry me.

If you love me, why not marry me?

Dolores, a man can't settle down just like that.

Besides, I'm too busy.

I've got to find the treasure first.

Treasure?

Where is it, this treasure?

I'm looking.

You're looking for it where?

- Far away. - I understand.

You don't love me, and also you don't have any faith in me.

I've got to go north from Sierra San Miguel.

Then, after the Sierra Nevada, I must go to a little mining town...

...over the border in Texas.

The place is called Burton City.

Rest now, Cuchillo. Sleep. It's all right.

I know you love me.

Dolores!

Miss Sergeant, Miss Sergeant!

What happened to Dolores?

She's gone away.

Take this drum.

You're going to do a lot of praying and drumming, Cuchillo.

Brothers! We are here to feed your souls with prayers...

...and to quench your thirst at the fountain of truth.

If violence inflames your hearts, it is a sin.

If you are greedy for money and luxury, it is a sin.

If food is a carnal pleasure, it's a sin.

If a woman awakens your senses, that too, is a sin.

Amen, amen. Amen.

And now, brothers, let us bless the Lord's food.

Amen.

In order! First the children, then the old women...

...the young women, the old men, and finally, the young men.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, all of you.

What do you think you are? Beggars or something?

Listen to me. My friends! You don't have to beg for this.

The bread rightfully belongs to everyone. To all men here.

If they don't give it to you, you must steal it.

It is your duty, as long as you're citizens, to steal it.

It is not a sin to eat when your belly is hungry.

Eat! Eat!

Like that! It is for all of you.

- I am saying you must eat and eat! - Cuchillo!

Take the bread! Eat! Eat! Eat!

I am part of a religious order. You can't do this to me!

I am part of the Salvation Army. Miss, please! Miss!

Untie him immediately. You can't keep him tied up like that!

No one tells me what to do here.

Swine! Bastard!

If you don't quiet down, I'll string you up, too.

String yourself up, by the moustache, you bastard!

Filthy son-of-a-generation-of- -trade-workers.

Soldiers!

Soldiers!

Go to his sister, because his sister is like his grandmother.

His grandmother is like his mother, like his daughter, if he could make one.

But he can't! I'll tell you why.

Because the pig is impotent!

The child who seems to be his daughter was conceived...

...by the whole regiment!

Run, you ass. Left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left right. What an asshole. About face!

One, two, one, two, one, two!

Let's hear what you have to say...

...when your head is blown in a thousand pieces.

Criminal! Murderer!

So long!

Criminal! Murderer!

Murderer! God in heaven, hear our prayers here on earth.

Let them feel your wrath. Send your angel of flames to us.

- Rebels! - Get outta here! Quick!

' Got it!

Untie him, Pablo.

Let him come in.

Raul...

Wait there, Raul!

Raul!

5 of you, go to the kitchen and the pantry. Sack it.

Take enough rations for your comrades...

...and give the rest to the people in the town.

A Cigar?

No, senor. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

My son, you smoke too much. You must eat instead of smoking.

- Mother! Please! - Eat, my son.

Santillana, this is Cuchillo, the young man you saved.

Fine fool you are, my friend. Going around taunting the soldiers.

Never attack unless there's a 50-50 chance, eh?

I am ignorant, General, sir...

...and I don't know anything about arithmetic.

Neither could your friend Ramirez deal with figures well...

...and he was far from ignorant.

Letting himself be killed, when the lives of the people...

...depended on him.

And only for one woman.

But "the people" for Ramirez, at that time...

...were just that poor woman, General, sir.

Andres! Send Raphael to block the road and blow up the bridge.

Hey, you! Bring me the papers.

One thing is sure. Ramirez knew how to make himself be loved.

That is another thing the revolution needs.

I'll name a town for him, after we've won.

But, to win, we need gold.

What did he tell you about the money, eh?

Nothing. He told me he was going to give me 100 dollars.

Don't joke with me, boy.

I want to know about the gold.

Pablo saw you talk to him, before he died.

You know what the situation is.

When Juarez realized he was losing power...

...he gave the funds he personally administered to Ramirez.

Ramirez hid the gold outside the country.

When he returned, he was arrested...

...before he could tell his comrades where he hid it. Understand?

It's the gold of the revolution, for the revolution.

I am the revolution!

I can see you know something...

...but unless you want to, you will never spit it out.

So, I will take a chance on you, a 50/50 chance.

I will trust you and let you look for it.

- Thank you, sir. Goodbye. - Just a minute, there!

As a 50/50 chance, Pablo will go with you.

Fine.

- Goodbye, my friend. - Goodbye. I will go with God!

Sir! General, sir!

If I come back with the treasure...

in the same city named after Ramirez...

...just a small road... could you name one after me?

For 3 million dollars, I will even name an entire square after you!

Let's go, boys! Let's go!

Goodbye, goodbye! Viva! Viva!

Viva! Viva Santillana! Free Mexico!

3 million dollars.

By the way-- Where do you think we are?

It's difficult to say. These hills are all the same.

Let's ask him. Come on.

My friend, can you tell me where we are?

I ain't your friend, you dirty Mexican! Get out of here!

I think we are in Texas. Thank you, sir. Hiyah huh!

You're punctual.

I'll tell you at once. 500 dollars is not enough.

No, I want 1,000 dollars.

Hands off! Don't you forget, I am here for a business deal.

Exactly, my dear. We are partners, so why can't we be friends, too?

Jean Paul, stop that!

I don't want you as a friend. I don't like either of you!

I made this deal with you because I want you to leave Cuchillo alone...

...and because I don't want him to find the treasure.

3 million dollars would be a disaster.

But with just 1,000 dollars...

...I can buy a house, and a stable, and finally marry the son-of-a-pig!

Very well, 1,000 dollars...

...if you have the information.

Cuchillo is going to Burton City.

Give me that money. I want to go now.

Michel!

We are government representatives. The people must have faith in us.

Come on! Get down!

...Life is beautiful...

...the world is beautiful, beautiful.

Pablo, I can smell the gold already.

Wait, Cuchillo!

They are Mexicans! Let's go! Let's go!

Faster, Pablo, faster!

It is Rizal It is Riza!

You go ahead, Cuchillo. I'll stay here and hold them off.

Let's go, Pablo.

Run away, Cuchillo! You can gain some time.

I'll hold them off!

You won't make it!

Run, Cuchillo, run! Run!

It's too risky.

Run! I'm not doing it for you, idiot! Bring the gold to Santiago.

Go with God, my friend!

Itrust you, Cuchillo. Run. Run.

I don't understand. It's an old newspaper.

What's the significance of that?

- He sent me. - Who?

We don't know this newspaper, and we don't know this name.

You've been misinformed.

This office is where Ramirez printed it.

And this is where he hid the gold for 6 months.

And I know all about you, too...

Fernando Lopez, under-secretary of finance in Juarez's government...

Manuel Echevaria, cavalry officer and Juarez's military advisor...

Mateo Gonzalez, printer.

I bet it was you who set up the paper.

Who are you? Are you with the sheriff?

Open this trapdoor!

After you.

It was the book he always carried with him, and those are his clothes.

He didn't approve of us dressing like Americans. We--

You must excuse our lack of trust.

It is true. Ramirez was here...

...but we don't know anything about the gold.

What do you want?

Was there a foundry here, once?

There was a sculptor, but he is dead.

Just a precaution.

First, I check up. Then, I let you go.

Good afternoon. Ramirez sent me.

You are the third man "Ramirez sent" today.

The third man?

Cassidy, myself... Who is the third?

Just a precaution. I check up, then I let you go.

Believe me, sir. This is a mistake.

Go ahead!

I haven't done anything. I haven't seen anything.

I wasn't there, sir. Look, I swear it, I wasn't there!

Come on. Get in there!

- By God... - What a son of a bitch.

What a coincidence, eh?

Son, this ain't got nothing to do with coincidence.

Miss Sergeant!

- Surprised? - Mr. Sanchez?

- Cuchillo. - At your service, sir.

I am Christopher Banning...

...mayor of Burton City and Penny's father.

I am very, very glad to meet you...

...and to have you as a guest in our city.

This is merely a precaution, for your sake, to keep you safe.

My daughter has told me the whole story.

My dear, dear boy. You will see. You will be fine here with us.

- Arthur, did you do what I said? - Yes, sir.

Something my daughter thought of...

...so you can meet your new friends in a fit and proper manner.

Dressed like an American?

I chose it myself.

Are you sure it's my size?

Yes.

It's for you.

- Would you like some? It's good. - No thank you.

Well, we'll leave you to finish your meal.

But we'll come back later to have a little talk...

...a very serious talk...

...about everything.

Cuchillo, think of all the good we could do together...

...with 3 million dollars...

My dear, oh my dear, my life... Are you suffering badly?

I think the-- the time has come.

I don't want the child here! I'll kill you!

No, he won't be born in Texas.

No, get out of here! Nobody needs you!

You're going to hold him another 3 days, until we get back to Mexico.

Don't give me any trouble. I don't want a gringo for a son!

All right, now go ahead.

For your services, I promise you the rank of Colonel in the cavalry...

Or, to put it another way...

...the new Colonel Riza captures the bandit Riza...

...and takes the reward money.

I trust you. Agreed.

Do you have a Mexican prisoner here?

Did you hear me? ls there a Mexican boy here?

My friend! Here, take it! Quick! Open the lock!

Give me the keys.

Good morning, sir.

- Come on. - Come on.

After what happened in the prison...

...we've decided your presence is a danger to the town.

This decree is signed by the City Council...

...and orders you to leave the town.

I'm only the Mayor. I can't do anything about this.

But I do have a proposition in mind.

Penny mentioned gold to us, a lot of it.

But no one has seen it.

I think we understand each other, gentlemen...

So, let's cut it short.

You must decide. Either talk or get out of here.

They killed-- the others...

Get on your horses! To Burton City!

- What's gotten into you? - Stop!

I'm going to burn it down.

To hell with your orders, Colonel Sevigny.

But it wasn't an order, Colonel Riza, merely advice.

I like advice.

Look! This is Burton City.

And here we have Cuchillo, the gringo, and the gold.

But there's also a couple of hundred citizens...

...and at least 50 of them can handle a rifle.

They are cowards and don't know how to fight.

Okay. Put these 50 cowards against the wall...

...burn their houses, kill their children and women...

...and they'll soon become heroes.

I'll kill them all, with my own hands!

And while you're busy killing them...

...our 2 friends will escape with the gold.

Maybe that's just what they're waiting for.

What's your advice? I'll listen.

We must find a way to make the citizens leave the town...

...leaving our 2 pigeons alone.

- In the empty town? - Yes, Colonel.

Either they hand over Cuchillo and the gringo...

...or they evacuate the city...

...because at midnight, when we come, whoever is left is a dead man.

To show them we are not joking...

...we will notify them in the most unequivocal way.

Unequivocal?

It's difficult to speak like a colonel.

We've got to gain time.

A little gold would do it, presented properly.

An ingot can be made out of this.

A watch isn't enough.

If that's the only problem...

Cuchillo, we're making an ingot out of the watches.

Suppose they made watches out of ingots...

Maybe not watches, but something else...

This printing press hasn't been used for years.

Now, I'll show you something you will really like.

Is it all gold?

A solid gold...printing press?

3 million dollars!

Mother of mine...

The responsibility was too great for us.

As you can see, we are incapable of defending it.

I only hope Ramirez really did send you...

...because this gold represents the hopes of all Mexicans.

We must hand the men over...

...or leave town.

They're coming in at midnight.

We have only a few hours. It's half past six already.

What will we do now?

We'll hand them over.

Good idea!

If you think you can do it.

Mayor Bannington, we had an appointment. You're a little late.

This is a sample, a gift.

Now, I have a proposition.

- Where is Cuchillo? - He's in a safe place.

Where?

Leave town.

Stay away until tomorrow morning...

...but take your possessions with you on your wagons.

You must make it look like a real exodus.

Me and Cuchillo will wait here for Riza. We have a plan.

When you come back, we will be alive...

...and the gold will still be here.

I figured you were hiding out here, but I haven't told anyone.

I've found a way to get you out of Burton City.

But what about Cassidy?

He will take care of Riza. It was his idea.

If it doesn't succeed, it's not important.

He's a sinner.

You will be uncomfortable, but I've got a carriage...

...and I'll hide you under the seat.

No one will find you. Don't worry.

Yeah, baby.

And then we'll come back.

...if only they all kill each other...

Well, we must place faith in divine providence.

Is the gold hidden in a safe place?

Can't you tell me where it is?

Mo?

It doesn't matter. I trust you.

When we come back--

We are going to make a lot of good together, aren't we?

That, too. Later...

...after we've taken care of ourselves, first.

Well then...

...I'll wait for you with the carriage behind the print shop in 10 minutes.

You'll see, I'll make you happy.

I'll take care of you.

You won't have to worry, ever again.

I'll think about everything.

You can relax.

I think I've found a way to get the gold out of town.

Boys, Cassidy has convinced the Mayor to leave town.

You can take the printing press with you.

You should put it on a wagon with the rest of your stuff...

...and head right to the border.

But it's dangerous. Those bandits will never let us pass.

They'll search the wagon.

I don't think it's dangerous.

Nobody is going to think anything about you...

...with your own equipment.

Give us a little time. We'll have to think it over.

But...

Not even a lifetime is enough for you to come to a decision...

...because you're cowards!

You're hiding out here, in this rathole, waiting for the revolution.

But the revolution will never come...

...until each one of you lets it burst out, from inside.

Comrades, this is the moment of truth.

Your moment of truth.

You are right. We'll go through with it.

Good. Here we go.

Well, goodbye, and good luck.

You don't get it?

The wagon will pass only if we stay here as bait.

Stay here? As bait?

You stay here and be bait.

Because Cuchillo is leaving town and my guardian angel told me how.

Why? You're not a coward.

You know how to fight and fight well.

I know, but I don't like it.

I'm a peaceful man at heart.

Born in another country, another time, my knife would have cut only bread.

Cuchillo. This is also your moment of truth.

What are you doing? Leave me alone?

Cuchillo!

Cuchillds not leaving.

It isn't true.

I don't believe it. Why didn't he tell me?

This will have to stay empty.

Now go.

- Why? - He said he prefers to stay here.

Penny! What are you doing? Come on!

Rizal Look what I found!

Everyone is leaving and this one wants to go in.

Who are you? Why did you come here?

They'll be here in a minute.

They'll probably come from both sides.

I'll try to stop them here. You take that side.

We'll make for the chapel. I've hidden two horses there. Okay?

If you need weapons, go to the general store.

Don't bother to pay.

Cassidy...

Get going-

Get going- --

Cuchillo...

What?

Nothing.

Kill them, with feeling, if you like...

Kill a lot of them!

Mama Mia!

Cassidy!

Cassidy! Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Coward!

You coward!

Virgin of Guadalupe...

split up!

Let them kill each other. We'll look for the gold.

- Where do we start? - I just realized something.

Both Cassidy and Cuchillo were arrested in that building.

Let's go.

Spread out!

Strange.

That wagon was carrying an old, useless printing press...

...and this one is brand new.

Give me the lamp.

After that wagon!

Those damned printers!

Careful! Stay close to the wall.

Cuchillo! You hear me?

Leave your knives behind and come out!

I have a lovely present for you!

Cuchillo! Don't come out!

Don't come out, run away!

Shut up!

Cuchillo!

Don't come out! Run away, Cuchillo!

I told them you were here, but they promised not to touch you!

Run, Cuchillo, run!

This is really touching...

...but if you run away, I will kill her...

...and I don't like this.

I want to kill men. I prefer to kill you!

Cuchillo!

And the gringo? He deserted you, eh?

The son-of-a-bitch is miles away, with the gold.

Rizal Riza, I have some bad news for you.

First, I'm here!

Second, my gun is pointed right on your back.

Now it's on your forehead.

Okay, gringo. Don't move.

Run, run!

Sorry, Riza. There was another bit of bad news.

I had 2 guns aimed at you.

- Where's Cassidy? - He'll be all right.

Are you leaving him here?

We need to get to the wagon before it's too late.

Watch out, Cuchillo!

Don't move. On your knees!

Cowards! You rotten cowards!

You would shoot him in the back, on his knees...

...because you don't have the guts to face him!

He could split your head with one shot.

She's just trying to provoke you.

Shoot him and be done with it!

What are you waiting for?

We've got time.

Colonel Garcia's troops aren't in sight yet.

Since we represent the government, we must stick to the rules.

In any case, you can be the referee.

Stop! Stop there, Cuchillo!

This isn't the right distance for a knife fight.

It's you who chose the knife. I chose the gun.

Take a step forward!

Two more!

Is that okay, Cuchillo?

A little bit more!

Rifle distance!

At this point, I win.

You know what I mean?

Why take risks?

You wouldn't kill a man in cold blood...

...would you?

I don't have enough knives for all those people.

Cuchillo!

Take the wagon.

We'll head off the others down there.

Dolores, listen.

Take this wagon and ride to Sierra San Miguel...

...and bring this personally to General Santillana.

Where shall we meet?

In about 2 or 3 weeks, go to Ramirez City.

Ask for the square that bears my name, and I'll be there.

You what?!

Look, Cuchillo. It's me who's got the money.

If you want a house, a horse, and a stable, you must come to me, now!

Very well. We don't have time now. Go, go, go! Goodbye!

You're right! I never would have shot you in cold blood.

Thanks for warming it up for me.

Let's split up and make them follow us.

I'll cross the border to Texas.

What about you? You'll be able to make it?

Eh, Americano, I know how to run. Want to bet?

I'm betting on you, Cuchillo. I bet 3 million dollars!

Minus the 1,000 dollars of gold letters you took from the printing press.

You heard Dolores. A man needs money to keep his freedom.

You're right.

Anyway, keep this to remember me.

That's it! Come on!

Run!

- Goodbye, hombre! - Goodbye, my friend!

Run, Cuchillo, run!