That's why we're here, so don't you worry about that.
Then what can I say? Except...
I hope you make it.
Me, too. And him.
We'll meet again tonight to discuss details.
I have to go. I left a woman in labour and she can't wait till the revolution's over.
- Tierra y libertad. - Tierra y libertad!
Go upstairs and leave one at a time, and keep out of sight.
Speaking of sight, how's your cataract?
- Well... - Shh.
You don't have to say anything.
I understand everything.
Tierra y libertad.
Ylibertad.
(gunfire and shouting)
Avisen al capitan. Pronto.
(gunfire and shouting continues)
Go.
Psst, psst...
Bravo, Chulo.
(soldier shouts orders)
Boy, there must be a lot of money in the bank. Look at all the soldiers.
- Do you know how this works? - Si. It's a...
short fuse.
No.
No?
Normal rate. 30 seconds.
Si.
30 seconds.
- What do you find? - Nothing but scrap paper.
Wait a minute... It's pointing down there.
(gunshot)
Psst...
There's the safe.
Duck, you suckers!
(gunfire)
- Where you going, for Christ's sake? - I don't know. But something's wrong.
I went into the bank and there's nothing there. No money, nothing.
The money was transferred to Mexico City over a month ago.
They've been using this place for a political prison ever since.
- What do you mean, a political prison? - I never said a thing about money.
All I asked you was if you wanted to get inside.
But you know this bank is my life. This is my dream.
The reality of that is you just liberated 150 patriots
through sheer courage in the face of danger.
(gunfire and shouting continues)
Ah, yes.
You're a grand hero of the revolution now.
- Viva Miranda! - I don't want to be a hero.
- All I want is the money. - Viva Miranda!
- You taught me one thing. - What?
How to get fucked!
(man sings)
What's that?
It's a map.
It's your country you're lying all over there.
It's not my country. My country is me and my family.
Your country's also Huerta and the governor and the landlords,
and Gunther Ruiz and his locusts... And this little revolution we're having here.
Revolution? Don't try to tell me about revolution. I know all about revolutions.
The people that read books go to the people that don't read books.
- They say "It's time to have a change." - Shh.
Shh, shh, shh, shit, shush!
I know what I'm talking about when I'm talking about the revolutions.
The people who read books go to the people who can't read books
and say "We have to have a change." So the poor people make the change.
Then the people that read the books sit around big tables
and talk and talk and talk and eat and eat and eat.
But what has happened to the poor people?
They're dead!
That's your revolution.
Shh...
So, please, don't tell me about revolutions.
And what happens afterwards? The same fucking thing starts all over again.
Capitan...
No se me rajen.
(man) Vamos, que es el ultimo jalon.
(sighs)
I don't like it either. Only, Gunther Ruiz is 20 miles from here.
He's on the road that leads to that bridge down there.
They will comb the area bush by bush.
That's why the order is to pull back and hide in the San Ysidro caves.
That's a brilliant order.
Here we are facing it. You and the rest of you in a cellar someplace dreaming,
want to piss it up against the wall.
Not everybody can fight. There are those who must organise, coordinate.
Yes, yes, of course.
Yeah, well...
Don't pay any attention to me.
It's personal.
Sorry about those orders. I'm staying.
I don't give a fuck about your revolutions.
I'm tired of running up and down mountains, getting nowhere.
So I've stopped, right here at the bridge of San Jorge.
Maybe it's out of spite for you and your slow dream.
Or maybe...
maybe my feet are sore.
Hm.
If he's going to stay, I'm going to stay too.
I don't know, maybe because my feet are sore too.
Hombres, me and the irlandes here,
we're gonna catch ourselves a couple of the fucking locusts.
Atencion! You go back and hide in the grotto.
And if things go bad here, then every man for himself. You move your asses.
- Comprende? - (shouts of agreement)
Vamos ahora.
If something happens and your father doesn't come back,
then I pray that the great God in heaven takes care of you.
Well...
- Good luck. - Thank you.
Listen, when they are out of sight, we will make a run for it, si?
No?
You can't mean to stay here. All those explosions must have gone to your head.
Remember, John and Juan?
America?
The millions?
No?
No.
I don't understand you. I thought you make a trick so we can get out of here.
- What can we do against those locusts? - You'd be doing me a favour if you left.
If it's a choice I have to make between a chicken thief
and ridding the world of a few uniforms,
I'll not be choosing the chicken thief.
OK.
No!
(chuckles)
No, no, no, no, no.
You would like that, uh?
Well, you listen to me,
you Irish piece of shit.
You think you're the only man in the world who has the balls to stay? You are wrong.
Cos I have the balls and I stay.
(chuckles)
(Juan) He says there's no danger. "Just watch the bridge from a long way."
No matter how I look with them, I'm still too close to the bridge.
Why am I mixed up in this fucking revolution? God, what am I doing here?
Why didn't you strike me dead instead of letting me say "I stay too"?
(chuckles) Look at him. Look at him. All because of him.
He acts like a tourist that's going somewhere, only he's staying.
Look at him. What the hell does he care?
He is having fun.
(chuckles)
I'm glad he's having fun, God, because I am not having fun.
No.
Hey...
What's this?
(chuckles)
Now he goes to sleep?
Go ahead. You sleep.
Sleep.
I tell you something, when he's asleep, I go. Shh.
May the good Lord watch over you.
(chuckles)
(drone of an engine)
Stop over there, Sergeant.
Hey...
Psst.
God, only an idiot could sleep at a time like this.
Hey...
Abandon the trucks. Break ranks, take cover under the bridge.
Artillery, fire at will.
All of them.
Six.
I never counted them before.
No, Juan, no.
No, for Christ's sake. They're waiting for you out there.
(gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
(gunfire stops)
(gunfire resumes)
(gunfire continues)
(gunfire stops)
Quieto. No te muevas, que te quiebro.
Capitan. Ya lo agarramos.
Echelo al camion a este cabron y no lo toque.
Que llegue vivo.
(engine starts)
(vehicle drives away)
Peloton, de frente. Marchen.
Un, dos, un, dos...
(tramping)
Un, dos, un, dos...
Peloton, alto.
Flanco izquierdo, izquierda.
Posicion de tiro.
Tiene algo que pedir?
Peloton...
preparen armas.
(cocking of rifles)
Apunten.
(silent footage)
(rifle volley)
(gunshot)
(further gunshots)
Peloton, flanco derecho.
De frente, ar.
Tienes algo que pedir?
Peloton, firmes.
Posicion de tiro.
(man whistles a tune)
Preparen armas.
(cocking of rifles)
Apunten.
(John) Short fuse.
(gunfire)
El hecho de que Huerta abandono la capital no te permite desertar.
A traidores como tu, yo los fusilo por la espalda.
Peloton, preparen...
armas.
Apunten.
Fuego.
Peloton, en su lugar, descanso.
(gunshot)
(splat)
But for the rich you sing.
Oh, Jesus, Juan.
(laughs)
Anyway, if they ever get this fucking thing under way,
we might be able to make the border by sometime tonight, don't you think?
America.
It's America, Juan.
Jesus, if it's as great as they say it is, filled with bags stuffed full of dreams...
Juan...
Oh, Jesus...
Jesus, Juan...
What is it, Juan and... John?
Johnny and Johnny?
I make the holes and you get in. Fifty-fifty, right?
(train lurches)
(car horn)
(man shouts)
(car horn)
What's happening?
They're just moving the train around.
We'll be leaving shortly. The uniforms just finished loading on the last of their shit.
(whistle)
(clucks raucously)
(chicken continues to cluck loudly)
(chicken clucks contentedly)
(raucous clucking resumes)
(chicken screeches / silence)
(gunfire)
(banging on door)
Get out of the way.
What do you want from me, you scum?
Let me by.
(gunfire continues)
(gunfire)
It's yours.
There's a fortune inside.
Money.
Jewels.
Pearls.
(gunfire subsides / excited chatter)
Horale, rapido. Amontonenlos al centro.
Yachicharrenlos a tiros.
Well, this may not be going to America.
Maybe the train won't, but we will.
Hey...
Which way is America?
It's sure as hell not that way.
That's the way.
Well, then...
let's go.
(cheering)
Even Pancho Villa's heard much about you.
He's always saying "I want to meet this Miranda."
Me?
That's right.
The military junta commander told us everything that you've done.
Whatever it was you heard, I can assure you they were only words.
But words can't describe what Juan has done and suffered for the cause.
(laughs)
Doctor!
How you been?
Now this is the man who should talk to Villa.
Hey...
John.
Doctor.
We thought we'd lost you, Doctor.
(brakes screech)
(loud crash)
You got a light?
Listen, Gunther Ruiz is after us and now Villa wants to talk to me.
I think we should get out of here.
Jesus, Juan, you can't leave now. You're a glorious hero of the revolution.
- Can I tell you something? - What?
Fuck you.
That's all.
A train carrying over 1,000 soldiers and heavy weapons is heading towards us.
- What about Villa's troops? - He met resistance in the sierra.
And asks us to hold out for 24 hours.
- Where the hell are we? - Approximately here.
It's a beautiful desert there.
Not a stream, canyon or anything in 100 miles.
How long do you think it'd take them to get here?
Three hours, more or less.
Three hours.
Well...
Looks as though we'll have to stop them right here, doesn't it?
All that takes is unbolting a couple of yards of track. But then what?
- They'd still slaughter us. - Wait.
There's more than one way to stop a train.
- How much dynamite have we? - Maybe 200 pounds.
Is that enough for you?
Yes. It'll have to do, I reckon.
We'll also need a locomotive and a man.
Si, si, si, si, OK.
OK.
Someone who's brave and loyal to the cause.
Never mind about that. Just tell me what I have to do.
Someone like Doctor Villega, I think.
Er...
Well, er...
I'm honoured.
I don't doubt it, Doctor.
Also because an old friend of ours is in command of that train.
A Colonel Gunther Ruiz.
(whistle)
Let's get shovelling, man. We'll never get up enough pressure that way.
Come on, put your back in it, Villega.
Let's stop pretending, Mallory. You know everything, don't you?
You sensed it. Or guessed it.
Simpler than that, Villega.
I saw you. That night in the rain.
(steam hisses)
I see.
You've already judged and condemned me.
That's why you've brought me with you. To kill me.
It's easy to judge.
Have you ever been tortured? Are you sure you wouldn't talk?
I was sure. And yet I talked.
Some men died because of me. What should I do, kill myself?
Why? The dead remain dead.
But me, I have not changed. I still believe in the same things.
- I can continue to serve the cause. - Shut up, Villega!
Shut up, for Christ's sake.
When I started using dynamite, I believed many things.
All of it.
Finally, I believe only in dynamite.
I don't judge you, Villega.
I did that only once in my life.
Get shovelling.
The end of the line, Villega.
And I can't help you now.
Just close your eyes and jump.
For Christ's sake, save yourself.
Dios mio!
(brakes squeal)
(whistle)
(gunfire)
(gunfire and exploding mortars)
(gunshot)
Shit...
God...
(Juan continues firing machine gun)
Hey...
Man, remember?
You remember what you told me?
You told me about America.
And the banks and the gold.
Like you told me on the train, remember?
Hey. Hey.
Hey...
No, you son of a bitch. Come on, you son of a bitch.
Now you know you told me that.
And you leave me now, what the fuck is going to happen to me?
- They'll make you a general. - Shit, I don't want to be a general.
Come on. Talk to me.
Talk. Keep talking. Talk.
Talk. Tell me about Villega. Remember Villega?
- Villega? - Si.
He died.
He died a great, grand...
grand, glorious hero of the revolution.
(John chuckles)
(gunfire continues)
OK.
Easy, easy...
I'll go. I'll get help.
Yeah.
General...
- Have you a light? - Si.
Oh, my friend...
I'd hate to have to give you a royal screwing.
(gunfire continues)
I'll go get help.
(gunfire continues)
(no sound)