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'II meet again tonight to discuss detaiIs.
I have to go. I Ieft a woman in Iabour and she can't wait tiII the revoIution's over.
- Tierra y libertad, - Tierra y libertad!
Go upstairs and Ieave one at a time, and keep out of sight.
Speaking of sight, how's your cataract?
- WeII... - Shh.
You don't have to say anything.
I understand everything.
Tierra y libertad,
Ylibertad,
(gunfi re and shouting)
Avisen al capitán, Pronto,
(gunfi re and shouting continues)
Go.
Psst, psst...
Bravo, ChuIo.
(soldier shouts orders)
Boy, there must be a Iot of money in the bank. Look at aII the soIdiers.
- Do you know how this works? - Si, It's a...
short fuse.
No.
No?
NormaI 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.
(gunfi re)
- 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 pIace for a poIiticaI prison ever since.
- What do you mean, a poIiticaI prison? - I never said a thing about money.
AII I asked you was if you wanted to get inside.
But you know this bank is my Iife. This is my dream.
The reaIity of that is you just Iiberated 150 patriots
through sheer courage in the face of danger.
(gunfi re and shouting continues)
Ah, yes.
You're a grand hero of the revoIution now.
- Viva Miranda! - I don't want to be a hero.
- AII 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 Iying aII over there.
It's not my country. My country is me and my famiIy.
Your country's aIso Huerta and the governor and the IandIords,
and Gunther Ruiz and his Iocusts... And this IittIe revoIution we're having here.
RevoIution? Don't try to teII me about revoIution. I know aII about revoIutions.
The peopIe that read books go to the peopIe 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 taIking about when I'm taIking about the revoIutions.
The peopIe who read books go to the peopIe who can't read books
and say ''We have to have a change.'' So the poor peopIe make the change.
Then the peopIe that read the books sit around big tabIes
and taIk and taIk and taIk and eat and eat and eat.
But what has happened to the poor peopIe?
They're dead.
That's your revoIution.
Shh...
So, pIease, don't teII me about revoIutions.
And what happens afterwards? The same fucking thing starts aII over again.
Capitán,,,
No se me rajen,
(man) Vamos, que es el último jalón,
(sighs)
I don't Iike it either. OnIy, Gunther Ruiz is 20 miIes from here.
He's on the road that Ieads to that bridge down there.
They wiII comb the area bush by bush.
That's why the order is to puII back and hide in the San Ysidro caves.
That's a briIIiant order.
Here we are facing it. You and the rest of you in a ceIIar somepIace dreaming,
want to piss it up against the waII.
Not everybody can fight. There are those who must organise, coordinate.
Yes, yes, of course.
Yeah, weII...
Don't pay any attention to me.
It's personaI.
Sorry about those orders. I'm staying.
I don't give a fuck about your revoIutions.
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 sIow 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 irlandés here,
we're gonna catch ourseIves a coupIe of the fucking Iocusts.
Atención! You go back and hide in the grotto.
And if things go bad here, then every man for himseIf. 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.
WeII...
- Good Iuck. - Thank you.
Listen, when they are out of sight, we wiII make a run for it, si?
No?
You can't mean to stay here. AII those expIosions must have gone to your head.
Remember, John and Juan?
America?
The miIIions?
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 Iocusts? - You'd be doing me a favour if you Ieft.
If it's a choice I have to make between a chicken thief
and ridding the worId of a few uniforms,
I'II not be choosing the chicken thief.
OK.
No.
(chuckles)
No, no, no, no, no.
You wouId Iike that, uh?
WeII, you Iisten to me,
you Irish piece of shit.
You think you're the onIy man in the worId who has the baIIs to stay? You are wrong.
Cos I have the baIIs and I stay.
(chuckles)
(Juan) He says there's no danger. ''Just watch the bridge from a Iong way.''
No matter how I Iook with them, I'm stiII too cIose to the bridge.
Why am I mixed up in this fucking revoIution? God, what am I doing here?
Why didn't you strike me dead instead of Ietting me say ''I stay too''?
(chuckles) Look at him. Look at him. AII because of him.
He acts Iike a tourist that's going somewhere, onIy he's staying.
Look at him. What the heII does he care?
He is having fun.
(chuckles)
I'm gIad he's having fun, God, because I am not having fun.
No.
Hey...
What's this?
(chuckles)
Now he goes to sIeep?
Go ahead. You sIeep.
SIeep.
I teII you something, when he's asIeep, I go. Shh.
May the good Lord watch over you.
(chuckles)
(drone of an engine)
Stop over there, Sergeant.
Hey...
Psst.
God, onIy an idiot couId sIeep at a time Iike this.
Hey...
Abandon the trucks. Break ranks, take cover under the bridge.
ArtiIIery, fire at wiII.
AII of them.
Six.
I never counted them before.
No, Juan, no.
No, for Christ's sake. They're waiting for you out there.
(gunfi re)
(gunfi re continues)
(gunfi re stops)
(gunfi re resumes)
(gunfi re continues)
(gunfi re stops)
Quieto, No te muevas, que te quiebro,
Capitán, Ya lo agarramos,
Échelo al camión a este cabrón y no lo toque,
Que llegue vivo,
(engine starts)
(vehicle drives away)
Pelotón, de frente, Marchen,
Un, dos, un, dos,,,
(tramping)
Un, dos, un, dos,,,
Pelotón, alto,
Flanco izquierdo, izquierda,
Posición de tiro,
Tiene algo que pedir?,
Pelotón,,,,
preparen armas,
(cocking of rifles)
Apunten,
(silent footage)
(rifle volley)
(gunshot)
(further gunshots)
Pelotón, flanco derecho,
De frente, ar,
Tienes algo que pedir?,
Pelotón, fi rmes,
Posición de tiro,
(man whistles a tune)
Preparen armas,
(cocking of rifles)
Apunten,
(John) Short fuse.
(gunfi re)
El hecho de que Huerta abandonó la capital no te permite desertar,
A traidores como tú, yo los fusilo por la espalda,
Pelotón, preparen,,,
armas,
Apunten,
Fuego,
Pelotón, 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 abIe 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, fiIIed with bags stuffed fuII of dreams...
Juan...
Oh, Jesus...
Jesus, Juan...
What is it, Juan and... John?
Johnny and Johnny?
I make the hoIes 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'II be Ieaving shortIy. The uniforms just finished Ioading on the Iast of their shit.
(whistle)
(clucks raucously)
(chicken continues to cluck loudly)
(chicken clucks contentedly)
(raucous clucking resumes)
(chicken screeches / silence)
(gunfi re)
(banging on door)
Get out of the way.
What do you want from me, you scum?
Let me by.
(gunfi re continues)
(gunfi re)
It's yours.
There's a fortune inside.
Money.
JeweIs.
PearIs.
(gunfi re subsides / excited chatter)
Hórale, rápido, Amontónenlos al centro,
Yachichárrenlos a tiros,
WeII, this may not be going to America.
Maybe the train won't, but we wiII.
Hey...
Which way is America?
It's sure as heII not that way.
That's the way.
WeII, then...
Iet's go.
(cheering)
Even Pancho ViIIa's heard much about you.
He's aIways saying ''I want to meet this Miranda.''
Me?
That's right.
The miIitary junta commander toId us everything that you've done.
Whatever it was you heard, I can assure you they were onIy 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 shouId taIk to ViIIa.
Hey...
John.
Doctor.
We thought we'd Iost you, Doctor.
(brakes screech)
(loud crash)
You got a Iight?
Listen, Gunther Ruiz is after us and now ViIIa wants to taIk to me.
I think we shouId get out of here.
Jesus, Juan, you can't Ieave now. You're a gIorious hero of the revoIution.
- Can I teII you something? - What?
Fuck you.
That's aII.
A train carrying over 1 ,000 soIdiers and heavy weapons is heading towards us.
- What about ViIIa's troops? - He met resistance in the sierra.
And asks us to hoId out for 24 hours.
- Where the heII are we? - ApproximateIy here.
It's a beautifuI desert there.
Not a stream, canyon or anything in 100 miIes.
How Iong do you think it'd take them to get here?
Three hours, more or Iess.
Three hours.
WeII...
Looks as though we'II have to stop them right here, doesn't it?
AII that takes is unboIting a coupIe of yards of track. But then what?
- They'd stiII sIaughter 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'II have to do, I reckon.
We'II aIso need a Iocomotive and a man.
Si, si, si, si, OK.
OK.
Someone who's brave and IoyaI to the cause.
Never mind about that. Just teII me what I have to do.
Someone Iike Doctor ViIIega, I think.
Er...
WeII, er...
I'm honoured.
I don't doubt it, Doctor.
AIso because an oId friend of ours is in command of that train.
A CoIoneI Gunther Ruiz.
(whistle)
Let's get shoveIIing, man. We'II never get up enough pressure that way.
Come on, put your back in it, ViIIega.
Let's stop pretending, MaIIory. You know everything, don't you?
You sensed it. Or guessed it.
SimpIer than that, ViIIega.
I saw you. That night in the rain.
(steam hisses)
I see.
You've aIready judged and condemned me.
That's why you've brought me with you. To kiII me.
It's easy to judge.
Have you ever been tortured? Are you sure you wouIdn't taIk?
I was sure. And yet I taIked.
Some men died because of me. What shouId I do, kiII myseIf?
Why? The dead remain dead.
But me, I have not changed. I stiII beIieve in the same things.
- I can continue to serve the cause. - Shut up, ViIIega.
Shut up, for Christ's sake.
When I started using dynamite, I beIieved many things.
AII of it.
FinaIIy, I beIieve onIy in dynamite.
I don't judge you, ViIIega.
I did that onIy once in my Iife.
Get shoveIIing.
The end of the Iine, ViIIega.
And I can't heIp you now.
Just cIose your eyes and jump.
For Christ's sake, save yourseIf.
Dios měo!
(brakes squeal)
(whistle)
(gunfi re)
(gunfi re and exploding mortars)
(gunshot)
Shit...
God...
(Juan continues fi ring machine gun)
Hey...
Man, remember?
You remember what you toId me?
You toId me about America.
And the banks and the goId.
Like you toId 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 toId me that.
And you Ieave me now, what the fuck is going to happen to me?
- They'II make you a generaI. - Shit, I don't want to be a generaI.
Come on. TaIk to me.
TaIk. Keep taIking. TaIk.
TaIk. TeII me about ViIIega. Remember ViIIega?
- ViIIega? - Si,
He died.
He died a great, grand...
grand, gIorious hero of the revoIution.
(John chuckles)
(gunfi re continues)
OK.
Easy, easy...
I'II go. I'II get heIp.
Yeah.
GeneraI...
- Have you a Iight? - Si,
Oh, my friend...
I'd hate to have to give you a royaI screwing.
(gunfi re continues)
I'II go get heIp.