The Treasure of Pancho Villa

There are times when a man takes stock of himself,

he asks himself a question -

"Have I won or lost?

"Has my life made any sense?

"What's the pay-off?"

I was the richest man in the world, but I couldn't take it with me.

I'd no heir to leave it to.

The one man who should've had it wasn't there.

I wasn't alone. There was somebody with me - my friend Juan Castro.

He was quite a guy.

We'd gone through enough together to know each other pretty well.

It wasn't until that moment, right at the end, that I understood what made Juan do the things he did,

and what had made me go along with him.

All this happened in the days when Mexico was fighting for freedom.

There'd been two liberators, but one had turned dictator.

It's a habit liberators often get into, and it tends to confuse the people they've liberated.

Some of the liberated ones had been enslaved again,

blood had flowed, the enemy had taken savage reprisal.

"Death to Villa." It was not healthy then to be a friend of Villa's,

nor was Villa himself in good shape.

He'd been chased back into Northern Mexico, where he knew every foot of the terrain

and could fight brilliantly,

provided he had ammunition, guns and horses or money to buy them.

Money was his main problem and he wasn't too particular how he got it.

That's where I came in...

You might, er, say that I was in the finance business.

BOY SPEAKS SPANISH

Vamos! Vamos! Vamos!

GUNSHOT

Let's go! Let's get out of here!

There are many ways to sweat...

but steam is the best.

Better than digging ditches.

But too much is no good.

What would you like, senor?

Oh...thanks. Everything. The works!

Mmm! Wonderful, huh?

Paper.

Gracias.

-Yes, senor?

-Tequila.

-Yes, senor.

-Anything else, senor?

-Not right now.

-Watch!

-Oh, senor, a thousand apologies.

OK.

I must buy you a new drink.

Waiter!

Si, senor? Two more, please.

Yes, senor.

You got what you wanted. Now, adios!

But I insist.

Anything else, senor? No, thanks.

Salud.

And my apology.

There's one more job to be done.

Sorry. I told the boys this was my last one.

You were paid well. This one will pay twice what you've ever received.

-The answer's still no.

-Can you give me any reason?

-Yeah...

Smell me!

-Senor!

-Go - get a good whiff of me!

What do you smell?

Perhaps some hair tonic and other things.

You said it! Other things. I smell like a perfume factory! Why?

Cos I'm tired of sweaty clothes, eating beans and hiding in cellars!

Sure you paid me well! You had to! I earned it!

But from here on in, I'm gonna smell sweet,

sleep good and live high on the hog!

Your revolution is washed up!

I'm looking for new comrades!

Juan will be disappointed.

Sorry. I have to meet somebody. Adios.

Juan? Juan who?

Juan Castro, your amigo.

Castro? What's he doing now, besides spoiling my afternoon?

Preparing another project in the district of Santo Tomas.

This one he'll have to do alone.

This is the place...

Castro's already there. He will conduct the start of the operation.

-You will proceed...

-I'm not proceeding any place!

Tell Castro to stop interfering with my study of bird life.

But, senor...

This is a good place.

It will happen here.

The password?

Relax, hombre! It is I - Farolito!

So I see - but I still must know the password.

With a sentry, the rifle comes first, then the password!

-Viva Pancho.

-Viva! Thank you, mi colonel.

Water the horses.

Si, mi colonel.

-He is the colonel for the train operation.

-Juan Castro, senora.

I am Laria Morales. Did you have to wake him before he challenged you?

This is not guerilla discipline.

-Excuse me, Colonel.

-You have a good hide-out here, very good.

-Where's the headquarters?

-This way, mi colonel.

This is my husband Capitan Pablo Morales. Colonel Castro.

Hello, Pablo!

So, it is you.

You know each other, then?

You did not tell me.

Your husband and I did a little work together once.

It was a long time ago...

You're not happy I was sent here, Pablo?

Not unhappy...

I didn't know - that is all.

-Not much for an operation like the train.

-There'll be enough.

The train is in two parts.

An engine with soldiers, then another engine, then the train. Not easy.

-You don't like the operation?

-How is one to like it?

We must do our best, that is all.

A little drop after your journey.

Thank you, senora.

Tell me, Pablo...

what else makes you unhappy?

What are your thoughts on the train?

All your thoughts...

Better now than later.

Much better.

-Up to now, things have been good here, my colonel.

-Good!

-Glad to hear it.

-Not that we do not work...

We have been freighters as much as soldiers. I have my mules and I pack the freight that Pancho needs.

I know the trails... None know them better than I.

If you did not know one trail in particular, you wouldn't be needed.

It's not for your handsome face you're needed - or for your courage.

Courage is good, my colonel. So is intelligence.

-This plan needs more of the first because it lacks the second.

-What does it lack?

-I have seen trains fly apart - it's a satisfactory sight...

-Mm-hm.

I've seen them drop into canyons, roll off mountains...

-I've seen them buried in tunnels - all satisfying things...

-Mmm...

But to capture a train?

A train with soldiers...

soldiers with rifles, perhaps also with artillery -

that takes more strength than we have here.

Suppose I told you there would be help at the train?

I would want to know what it was,

otherwise I'd say it's a bad plan.

-I'd say it to Pancho Villa himself.

-You would, huh?

Well, Pancho Villa is not here...

and, not being here, Pancho Villa needs men who are loyal to him.

I, too, need such men.

He talks this way! Don't take it seriously.

When it comes to action, he is good.

You will see. This is just talk.

It's a good thing you know the trail across the mountains, Pablo...

it's a good thing.

Well, let's have a drink, huh? And let's be friends.

Salud!

To you, Colonel!

-And to the train!

-To the train!

-And to Pancho Villa!

-Good luck.

I'm full. Also I'm sleepy.

-For this business tomorrow, we all need sleep. Good night, mi colonel.

-Good night, Pablo.

You coming, woman? In a minute.

The packs will stay where they are. Farolito, you take care of them.

He will not steal the packs.

How do you know?

The soldiers would pay 100,000 pesos for those packs and information.

You must believe me. He is cautious, but not treacherous.

Senora, I tell you something.

Traitors have a certain smell that I don't like.

Your husband has that smell.

He will do well - you will see.

Excuse me, Colonel, but there is someone else that must eat.

-This person could not eat with us.

-She could, but I don't like the men to look at her.

-Another woman here?

An American. Her father ran a mine near here up in the mountains.

-They were good to us.

-How?

They gave us medicine, also sometimes ammunition.

One day, our enemies attacked them.

Why?

They wanted the mine... also, I think, the woman.

They killed the father, all who worked there ran off...

We saved the girl. Would you like to see her?

Why not?

I would ask something for this girl, mi Colonel - take her with you after you've taken the train.

-You ask too much.

-Take her. She will help.

Where you are going, she can find her way home. I cannot protect her here.

-Does she want to go or is this your idea?

-She will tell you herself.

I brought someone to see you.

Colonel Juan Castro of the Army of the Republic. Senorita Ruth Harris.

-Pleasure, senorita.

-It's a great honour to meet you, Colonel.

Please sit down.

-Have we disturbed your work?

-It's not really work.

I'm sort of keeping a record in this old ledger,

what I've seen in your country.

Oh? You a writer?

No, I'm afraid not. I came to Mexico with the idea of teaching school.

I speak a little Spanish and I like children, especially the ones here.

But teachers also learn and Mexico has been a very good school for me.

I have been to that school.

It's not an easy one.

-It can be very terrible.

-But you are not against it?

I mean, the, er, revolution?

Shall I be against that which has given a purpose to my life?

-Laria tells me you want to go with us.

-Oh, I do, Colonel, I do!

-Will you take me?

-Maybe... But you must understand, there are certain conditions.

What are they?

It is very difficult for me to tell you because you are a woman,

but, er...

if you lose your courage, I leave you wherever you are.

If you turn traitor...

I kill you.

You still want to go?

-Yes, I do!

-Why?

I wish to do everything I can to help your cause.

I will think about it. Good night, senorita.

-Lash it tight.

-That I can do.

But can I take a train? That is something else.

There will be help.

-Trust my word.

-I trust my eyes, my ears and my fingers.

-I'm losing the ability to trust anything else.

-Then, trust me!

-See what happens.

-TRAIN WHISTLE

-Excuse me, senor, you promised to play me a tune on the big fiddle.

-So?

As a favour, play it now.

I have to be in the mood. I'm not in the mood.

Please, I have waited.

-If it's a tune you want, I'll whistle.

-Anyone can whistle!

Not like I can! Listen.

HE WHISTLES "La Cucaracha"

Shh! That is Pancho Villa's marching song.

PEOPLE JOIN IN

# La cucaracha, la cucaracha... #

I command you to stop this singing!

SINGING CONTINUES I command you to stop this singing!

Where is the first engine?

On the curve.

OK, music lover, you wanna hear some music? Listen to this!

I told you there'd be help.

Farolito!

Take some men and take out that gun.

Hello, gringo!

-Hey, amigo!

-Good to see you with la cucaracha again! Just in time!

I wouldn't be late for you! Was it all right?

Very good! Come on! Vamos!

Hey! Perfume! Always been a pushover for perfume!

Reminds me of a gal in San Antonio.

25 an ounce.

With this here, you could buy all the perfume in San Antonio...

and San Antonio too!

Open this thing for me.

Hey, amigo...

you're right! With this, I could buy all the perfume in San Antonio.

The colonel said there'd be help - I did not know it would be as good.

-We always go first cabin. ..Who's he?

-He's a mule driver.

-He fights well, but he talks too much.

-Pablo Morales.

-At your service, senor.

-Thank you.

Ricardo, no drink until we get there.

Yes, mi colonel.

Bryan's my name.

Pleased to meet you. Ruth Harris.

-I didn't know this outfit had American gals. Travel bureau running a service?

-Not exactly...

-If they did, you wouldn't have that. It'd scare the tourists!

-That's my life-insurance policy, la cucaracha!

-We're about to eat, so could you put it down?

-We might need it before the night's over.

-Oh...!

It's sort of heavy.

Put it somewhere, go over there, get a plate and join the line.

Yes, ma'am.

Hi, gringo, I see you have met the American soldadera!

Yeah. How did she get here?

Her father ran a copper mine in the mountains. He was killed.

-The other woman?

-Laria Morales. Pablo's wife. She's not coming.

-The Harris girl will?

-I think so!

After we deliver the gold to Pancho Villa, I'll send her to the US.

-Where do we deliver the gold?

-Just before the pass in Yaqui country.

After the first six hours, who carries her - you?

No, I watched her. She's good.

-Strong, works hard...

-And she's pretty.

Gringo, I tell you something...

makes no difference to me if she'd two left feet and a monkey face...

-as long as she fights for Pancho Villa!

-So she fights?

-She has one left foot and one right foot and what they hold up is well-proportioned.

-Yes...

-I don't want my throat cut for those proportions.

-I wouldn't cut your throat for a woman, nor you mine!

But for the gold...maybe!

Remember, I'm taking care of the gold!

Senorita?

-Yes, Colonel?

-I made up my mind. You can go with us.

-Gracias!

-But you look funny with these clothes in the mountains.

-Well...

-She has other ones over there.

Ah, you women!

Cabrito stew - you're to be congratulated. My favourite dish.

You were a great help to Colonel Castro and my husband at the train.

-Husbands of beautiful women are a speciality of mine!

-Enjoy your supper!

-Gracias!

-I'm very grateful to you.

-What for? I don't get it.

Colonel Castro just told me he's going to take me to the mountains. He wasn't very sure before.

I must owe his decision to you.

I didn't want you to go along. It was his idea.

Oh...

Doesn't make much difference. I seem to be going.

Neither much difference or sense!

I still don't get why you're here.

Just where do you think I belong?

Giving a manicure, laying on some nice white beach, getting a tan(!)

I've never had time for such things.

Believe it or not, I was a teacher.

What's happened to me since I came down here... It's like a dream...

like a nightmare.

I don't think I'd have got through it without Laria and these men. They're great people.

There's nobody as generous as people who have nothing.

Oh, but they have much, they believe in so much.

What's happening here is what happened in our revolution!

-Maybe. I never thought of it that way.

-Why are you here? Haven't you thought about that either?

Yeah! I think about that on the first day of each month. That's payday!

What you believe in isn't changed by being paid for fighting for it.

What I believe in is taking care of number one!

I'm here because the dough is good!

You're being very explicit. Excuse me if I don't go along with that!

-No man would fight like you did just for money!

-In my business, bums don't live long.

-I don't need Washington, just his hatchet!

-You're a mercenary?

That's a three-dollar word. If you mean hired gun, yeah, that's me.

-This is ridiculous!

-I'm just putting you straight!

I came here to thank you. I still thank you for what you do, even if you do it for the wrong reasons!

Here are the clothes! I'll make you look like a real soldier!

-Oh, no!

-It will be safer. Come on.

-Shall we be taking this dynamite with us?

-Sure we are!

It'll take a mule. I could use the mules for the gold.

Pablo, what we have in those bags, we don't talk about!

It's none of your business. It belongs to Pancho Villa!

-Sometimes I feel you do not trust me.

-I trust you all right...

as far as I can spit!

Farolito, line up the mules!

We're going! Come on!

Goodbye, little one.

-Make me proud of you!

-I will, Laria!

-I'll never forget what you did for me.

-We shall see each other again.

-I'll pray that everything goes well.

-I will too.

Farolito, la cucaracha.

HE SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE

They are five or six hours away.

-Farolito, get me a rope.

-Yes.

Get those packs.

I'll help him.

Throw down another rope.

Let me feel it.

-What for?

-You can tell the worth of gold by its weight.

-Why not take one?

-Because they're Pancho Villa's.

Every one of them is Pancho Villa's! All except this one!

Hurry up down there! What's taking you so long?

I wish I had a package of that gold.

What would you buy? First I'd get married.

What's wrong with that? You're stupid!

Marry a girl with a dowry. My girl has no dowry!

I want the whole village at my wedding, wine, an ox...

Then I want a house made of wood,

with a stone chimney. A house, a wife!

Good things! Peasant things!

What would you buy with a whole package of the pieces?

A big diamond ring to wear here with a stone as big as a walnut,

sharp, so as to be handy in a fight.

A ring is good! And a silver saddle and an automobile!

Where will you put the saddle - on top of the automobile(?)

Pablo...

come here.

-I don't like all this talk about the gold.

-No, mi colonel?

I told you - what's inside of those bags is not gold.

-For you and for me, it's manure.

-Yes, mi colonel.

-Only for Pancho Villa is that gold.

-Yes, mi colonel.

Yes, no, mi colonel! Have you forgotten how to talk?

-No, Colonel.

-You talked plenty when you didn't like my plan.

-Maybe you still don't like it?

-I'm living with it.

I warn you once more -

-stop thinking about the gold!

-Like the other trip, when I thought of the gold and you took it from me!

That was a long time ago. Remember what I said.

Come on.

Automobiles with silver saddles!

I want these animals in good shape.

Look at that bruise! Look at it!

Do something about it. Lighten its load.

Look at those sores. Look at that. No reason for that.

Do I have to tell you your business? How long have you packed mules?

-Long enough for you not to have to tell me.

-Well, do something about it!

-Packed pretty full?

-Too full!

Sit down.

Gracias.

-Better?

-You have a marvellous brand of smelling salt.

Household remedies are always handy.

-Thank you.

-You keep it.

Thanks.

-I always seem to be thanking you for something.

-For nothing, as they say here.

-That's very gracious of you.

Don't make me step out of character.

I'd like to. Not the real one - only the character you've made up.

I think the real one is a very fine man.

-And the other one?

-Oh, he's a good shot, a guy with la cucaracha...

Tom, how'd you ever get so good with guns?

It's a job.

I can think of a lot safer and pleasanter ones.

Growing up in a border town, a gun's the pleasantest thing there is.

Every time one goes off, somebody makes money. Once I found that out, I had it made!

A pupil has a question.

Tell her to raise her hand.

I read somewhere, that a person must be very careful what they want in life. They're so likely to get it.

-That's no question.

-What will you do with this money after you've got it?

-That's what keeps puzzling me.

-There's something I want to get.

-What is that?

-A revolution.

Oh, is that all? Your own revolution all tied up with a nice pink bow!

To have a revolution, you don't need a nice pink bow!

Revolutions are for money! That's what starts them and what they make!

That's when the hired guns like me go in to collect on everything -

oil wells, railways, the schoolbooks you learn about wars in!

That's why I want a revolution!

-What will you do when it's over?

-I'll get a house with a nice big porch and smoke dollar cigars!

-I'll enjoy myself!

-How will you stand yourself, all alone -

or will you have a sweet little wife beside you?

It won't need to be a big porch, cos you're not having children!

What would I do with kids, anyway?

Oh, you're so hard-boiled, too hard-boiled to be true!

Maybe I ought to believe this tougher-than-nails exterior is you!

It would make things simpler.

For nothing, as we say here!

All right, hombres, vamanos!

Hombres, vamanos!

-What about the mules, mi colonel?

-Give them half loads.

Put some bags on my horse.

What's the idea? The men are beat. They need a rest.

What do you think the soldiers are doing - playing dominoes?

HE SPEAKS SPANISH

-How far are they, amigo?

-About three hours away.

Hey, gringo!

This is where we split up.

-You, Pablo, the senorita, go ahead. Take ten men and the mules. I stay here.

-Where do we meet Pancho Villa?

About a day's march from here. I meet you there, if God wills it.

You may trust me, mi colonel!

-I think you're making a mistake.

-Why?

-You'll need me here.

I need you to watch him.

-Without you, he would get rich too quick. Go on, gringo! That's an order. Adios.

-Colonel!

I want to stay. If there's going to be fighting, I wanna be part of it!

I'd like to fight with a gun, instead of a cooking pot.

-To fight with a gun, one must know how to shoot.

-I know how.

Shoot that cactus.

I guess I go back to the kitchen.

Don't worry. A man on a horse is a bigger target.

You can stay.

Ruth, mind if I make a suggestion?

Not unless I have to take it.

Tell Castro you changed your mind.

But I haven't changed my mind. I'm glad he's letting me stay and fight.

Do you know what you're up against?

-I think so.

-Castro doesn't care if he lives or dies.

-His one idea is to get the gold to Villa!

-That's how we all started!

-People dies for ideals. That's progress.

-Yeah, but I don't buy it!

Isn't it possible Castro believes in more than grabbing what he wants?

Maybe compared to his beliefs, his life isn't so important.

So he fights, so he's a hero, so he dies for Villa and we applaud?

-Where does it leave you?

-Where would it leave me if I went with you?

It might not be a case of getting left. We could go a long way.

I don't belong with you.

You don't belong among the corpses of a rearguard either!

With out me and this, you have no chance, and I'm going with Pablo!

-I heard the orders.

-I'm paid to obey them whether I like 'em or not!

Tom...

goodbye. With all that gold, you'll buy a dandy revolution!

You think I'm going to grab the gold and keep going?

If you can get away with it, yes!

Are you ready, Senor Bryan?

Yeah. Let's go.

HE SPEAKS INDIAN

The guides think it's a bad place. They could have seen us.

If I went around with a few men, I could get behind them. Good.

GUNFIRE

-Sounds as if our amigo is in trouble.

-Yeah.

-How far is it to where we meet Pancho Villa?

-Not far now.

-I'll see you there tomorrow. Make sure you're there!

-Si, senor!

I shouldn't have left.

You and the cucaracha came back - that's the main thing.

All right. Let's take care of the wounded and bury the dead.

-Then we move out.

-What's your hurry, amigo? There's no more soldiers.

I'm thinking about Pablo and those 20 mules.

We'll rest tonight.

Forgive me, Tom.

HE PLAYS A TUNE

-Hey!

-What's the matter with you?

You know something? You're pretty.

I'm clean, that's all. A bath makes all the difference.

-I'm glad you noticed.

-I noticed. I just didn't have time to think about it.

-You'll need these!

You keep it. I gave it to you - before you got mad at me.

-I guess I've grown up since yesterday.

-Why yesterday?

When you think you're gonna die, you grow up fast.

-Do you believe that happens?

-Yeah, I guess so.

I didn't think we had a chance up on that hill.

-Neither did I. That's why I came back.

-You saved our lives.

That's important, but you coming back, I can't believe what that means to me. I can trust you now.

-It's what I'm paid to do.

-Sorry. Don't go with that pose any more.

-Castro told you to go - you could've kept right on going.

-Didn't seem like the right time.

I won't lie to you. I'd like to have the gold, but I'm hired to do a job and I'll do it,

-but if there's any argument, I'll get what's mine.

-I hope that time never comes,

cos right now I feel I have everything I want.

-What's wrong, amigo? This the right spot?

-Yeah...

This is the place.

There's the trail to the Yaqui country.

Over there is the trail from the west.

Where's Pancho Villa?

Yeah...where IS Pancho Villa?

Where is Pancho Villa? >

-Yes, where is he?

-What's the matter with you?

You loco? You lost your mind?

No, I have regained it! Look!

HE WHISTLES

Put those guns down... Put them down!

You dirty traitor!

Traitor? Am I a traitor because I claim what belongs to me?

Nothing belongs to you. If Pancho Villa isn't here now, he'll be here later.

Better put your gun down, Pablo.

You monkeys better do the same.

-Pancho Villa does not care for traitors.

-What Pancho Villa cares for or does not care for

fails to worry me!

You are my prisoner. ..And you are my prisoner.

..And you, senorita, I must advise, are also my prisoner.

You have been in the army a long time. You have seen men tied to gun carriages and left in the sun,

-left out to die because they stole from Pancho Villa.

-I have seen it.

I have seen them too after the vultures have picked their eyes out. I decided this wouldn't happen to me.

I was not sure what would happen after my usefulness was over.

-The journey is not over yet.

-It is for me.

I have guided you well, have I not?

You, mi colonel, might have wanted this gold for yourself.

All I know is Pancho Villa is not here, though you and I are.

Stay there, please, Mr Bryan, where I can see you.

I like it better when I can see everybody.

Listen all of you! I'll tell you of the strange trick fate played on the colonel!

Once before we come to this very place.

We were freighting gold, but for another regime.

Senor Castro was a soldier then and I was the officer in charge,

and here, right here, my amigo Castro took the gold.

He took it to Villa, who was then unknown,

and I had to go into hiding.

I had to live in the rocks like a rattlesnake.

He travels like a fox.

You remember that, mi colonel?

Don't you think it is odd that fate has turned the tables?

What I did, I did for Pancho Villa and the revolution,

the same revolution you joined later when you thought you were a man.

Si, I joined later, and I have fought my way for Pancho Villa,

but I have not been paid for that or this trip either! I will collect my wages now!

These men will collect theirs! Ahora, muchasos!

It's funny to see a man lose his head and try to carry more than a mule.

Amigos, if you want that gold, take the mules too.

-The mules belong to me.

-You see?

You must be crazy. How far you think you can carry those bags? How will he carry his?

He's a mule driver! He'll carry it on the mules.

-We have heard about enough from you.

-No, you haven't.

I tell you something...

You're a coward and a traitor.

You better kill me now.

Go ahead and do it, because if you don't, I kill you with my bare hands for Pancho Villa!.

Amigo!

He's had enough, amigo.

Any man who has a gun in his hand after three will be in bad health.

One, two...

Why don't you kill him too?

You stopped me from doing it. Go on. Kill him!

-He has to do something for us.

-You'd better kill him. It'll be too late.

It's already too late. Pablo's going north!

If you want to go with him, go! The rest go with the colonel and me.

-If we go with Pablo, do we get our guns back?

-No.

You will take some food and your canteens with you. Those who go with us will have a tough march ahead

and a small reward at the end.

All right, amigos, who goes?

And who stays?

-Farolito!

-Yes, sir?

-You and Miss Harris go with Pablo. She'll need a friend to protect her.

-Very well.

-Have I no choice?

Colonel!

It's better this way, senorita.

You go back to your own country.

No harm will come to you.

Colonel...you are a man who keeps faith with his ideals.

-There are not many men like that. I shall remember you always.

-Goodbye and God be with you.

All right, pick up the gold and put it on the mules.

-Thanks for your concern, Mr Bryan(!)

-A lady's welfare comes first.

The only thing that comes first with you is your greed.

-I thought there was a trace of decency in you. I must have imagined it!

-You wanted to see history made.

-Maybe it smells sweeter in a school house.

-It does! I hope this makes your kind of history smell sweeter!

Tom, I hope you get that big house. It's not much to have and you're going to be a man without anything!

That's a matter of opinion. I wanted you to get back home safe.

Well, the sooner the better! Being with you has been an education and I think I've graduated!

-Give Pablo two supply mules.

-Si.

All right, Pablo, vamanos!

I liked her. She was a good soldadera.

I liked her too. We'll miss her.

-Now we go look for Pancho Villa.

-No, we won't!

Tie him up.

Tie him up!

As Pancho Villa isn't here to claim the gold, someone's going to get it, and I think it's gonna be me.

The smell of a traitor is catching. What are you going to do?

-I'm going into the Yaqui country, amigo. There's a pass on the other side. You know it?

-I know it well.

Get through the pass, we'll divide the gold. There's enough for us all.

There is not enough for you nor for me. Anybody who steals that is my enemy. Even you, whom I like.

Then, we'll have to be enemies. But let me advise you - be careful.

Let's go.

OK...

gringo.

Hold it!

Somebody take care of him.

The house rules are nobody touches the guns and ammunition but me.

Move out.

Save your ammunition, gringo.

-He'll die like the others.

-We'll all die if we don't get some water soon.

-You're a funny one.

First you want gold, now you want water. Why don't you want one thing at a time?

-Trouble is, you can't drink gold.

-That's an idea - to drink gold.

How about a little tequila with gold? What a drink!

Stay here! Take cover till I come back.

Stay where you are! Raise your hands! Who are you?

I'm Pablo Morales, a leader of guerillas. I have important information for your commander.

How do I know this is not some stinking guerilla trick? I can show you where they are!

What does he want? He says he can take us to some guerillas. Move.

A sentry has brought in an old man, a guerilla.

-Why do you bother me when I'm eating?

-Excuse me, Colonel, but he knows about the train robbery.

Why didn't you say so in the first place? Bring him in.

-What is your name?

-Pablo Morales.

-Your occupation?

-Leader of guerillas.

-What information have you?

-Information has a price.

It concerns the gold from the train and those who took it.

How do you know there was gold if you weren't there?

Whether I was there or not, I did not take the train alone.

And your price?

1,000 pesos... also amnesty for myself.

He told our patrol where to find his band. They have been brought in with an American girl.

I don't have to give you amnesty nor pesos either. I will be the judge. Now speak up!

The gold is in sacks on the backs of 20 mules, my mules.

Those who stole the gold from the train also stole the mules from me.

-That is not important.

-They've gone to Yaqui country. I know it well. I can take you to them and the gold.

Is this not information of value?

If what you say is true, you shall be well paid.

If it is false, you shall die.

Bring in the others.

-What is your name?

-They call me Farolito.

-Occupation?

-Soldier of Pancho Villa.

-Your name?

-Ricardo Sanchez.

-Occupation?

-Soldier of Pancho Villa.

-Your name?

-Manuel Mena.

-Occupation?

-Soldier of Pancho Villa.

-Shoot 'em.

-Wait!

By what right do you execute these men? They're soldiers!

-I see no reason to explain to you, senorita Americana.

-I fought with them.

-I'm neither more nor less guilty than them. Condemn them, you condemn me.

-Your spirit is commendable.

-It is also stupid. I'm sending you to Tampico. Also a word of advice.

-From a killer?!

Hear what I say. Next time you wonder what makes guns go off, stay at home. ..List all their names.

-Execute all of them...

-No!

-Escort her to Tampico.

-No!

The flourishing of the selfish is an illusion, Pablo. In spite of you, the cause of your people will win.

You will have no place to hide.

Morales, we leave at once for the Yaqui country. Follow me.

There is a water hole.

It's dry.

Water is not easy to find.

Sometimes you have to dig for it.

So start digging.

Like this, huh?

Hey, we've found wa...

They're gone!

We're alone now, gringo.

It's not a good place to be alone.

We're enemies in name only, but try that again, I'll kill you

Go on! Kill me!

You think you can find your way out of here alone?

Go on!

Kill me!

I'm warning you, amigo... be careful!

You better be careful...

gringo!

Colonel!

This is the peak I spoke of.

-There is a pass below, the only way out.

-Send details in.

We will station ourselves here.

Each detail report to me by signal.

Look!

Do the Indians signal like that?

The Indians here work for the soldiers.

Maybe it's an accident, trick of the light.

This is no accident. Might be a trick.

-I don't like this.

-What would the soldiers be doing here?

-Looking for us.

-Impossible!

-You think so?

A buzzard sang to them.

Pablo?

Uh-huh. Gringo, we are going to have a very busy afternoon.

Yeah...

Yeah...looks that way.

-What are you doing? You loco?

-Come on! Help!

Bulletproof fort.

A million dollars of protection!

-Maybe you're right.

-You said it. You can't drink gold, but it will stop a bullet.

We're going to trade a lot of lead for this gold.

-The exchange rate will be high, amigo.

-OK.

-Need the dynamite too!

And la cucaracha!

-They have located the gold.

-Where is it?

-This side of the pass. Five miles away.

-Call in all scouts.

Hey, gringo, how about another tequila cocktail with gold?

-Send the bellboy for more ice, will you?

-Si, senor.

What's that?

They have chosen a good place to defend. It will cost many lives.

Let us give them a chance to surrender. Someone must go.

Not you - you're too valuable.

You, my friend. How would you like to be the one?

-I, mi colonel?

-Yes, you.

You can have a chat with your old friends. Make a white flag for him.

-You know what you have to say?

-I know, but...

-But what? Speak!

They will kill me!

I'll be heartbroken if they do, but, if you don't go, I'll kill you!

Here. Tell them if they surrender now, their lives will be spared. All we want is the gold.

May I at least have this? If they don't listen, I...

Excellent idea.

Go.

-Maybe they want to talk.

-This talks better!

-Wait!

Let's see what they want.

You up there!

I have a message for you!

You recognise that voice, amigo?

It's a buzzard, our Pablito!

-The buzzard comes to sing again.

-Can you hear me?

We can hear you! What do you want?

What did you do with the girl and the rest of my men?

She's on her way to Tampico. The others were captured with me.

Come out and your lives will be spared.

Look at him, gringo? Isn't he cute?

Carrying a little white flag.

Yeah...

The colonel has given me his word. What do you say?

He comes as a friend...?

If he's your friend, you don't need any enemies!

Gringo, let me have him.

OK.

We have about one chance in 50... maybe one chance in 950!

-Let's not talk about chances, amigo.

-Then, we will die well.

-Indeed!

-We've had it. No more ammo.

-The cucaracha can no longer talk.

-Let's go higher before they attack again.

-We can still make it tough.

Plenty tough!

Let's go, gringo!

-Just a minute! That's mine.

-Oh, I forgot.

-You threw it away!

-I threw away a lot of bad luck!

Since I saw that gold, I wanted all of it, to stop you getting it.

What are you talking about? You thought I wanted it?

-Of course!

-Gold means nothing to me, gringo.

That was for Pancho Villa. There was something else I want...

-but you had that!

-Me?

-The love of that American girl.

-I never had it.

-She was in love with you! Are you blind?

-She was in love with some guy she dreamed up, not me!

-Why did you send her away?

-She was in danger.

-She knew that. She'd have stayed.

-I decided otherwise.

I think you should find her, amigo. She's for you.

Now now she isn't...

for me, nor for you!

Hey, gringo, why don't we divide what we have left?

In other words, a 50/50 split of nothing?

Yeah...

Well, anyway...

we kept faith with Pancho Villa.

I wish I'd never heard his name.

-Castro, you're a jackass!

-Yeah...

-An ugly jackass!

Even the buzzards don't want you!

They want me as much as they want you!

Undertakers' convention. The only birds who work for the enemy.

Yeah...

Look at that bald-headed one up there. Looks like General Pilon!

Hey, gringo, if we are lucky, we might meet thgat girl in Tampico.

Hey, I'd like that! Did you ever use the Tampico Club?

-Ever try their tortillas...

-HE WHISTLES "La Cucaracha"

It's not really tortilla. It's more an omelette with apple sauce...

rolled up, sugar on top...

put rum over it and light it. How does that sound?

If you don't like that, you can order something else.

-Hey, amigo...

-GUNSHOT

Amigo...

Right, boys, you can go to work in a minute, but not on this bunch - I'll bury them!

GUNFIRE

You've tasted everything, you buzzards!

But if you'd ever tasted Juan Castro, you'd have tasted a man!

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