[Speaking Spanish]
[Soldiers Continue Speaking Spanish]
[Soldier Speaking Spanish]
Vamos.
¡Vamos!
[Grunting]
[Soldier] He dies for a rifle.
- [Laughing] - [Sobbing]
¿Murió bien, eh?
¿Pero para qué?
¿Para esto?
¡Para nada! ¡Para nada!
[Sobbing Continues]
[Laughing]
[Laughing Continues]
[Screaming]
[Whistle Blowing]
[Soldiers Shouting In Spanish]
Whoa. [Speaking Spanish]
Let's go, men.
[Laughing]
¡Alto!
¡Chica! Vàmonos!
[Chattering In Spanish]
Good morning, amigo. Maybe you can help me.
No hablo inglés. Esto es Mexico.
I'm sorry. I don't speak Español.
Can I help you?
- What was he saying? - That you're in Mexico now.
That anyone coming to Mexico ought to be speaking Spanish.
You, uh, in command here?
No, but I speak English.
Seen this man?
[Woman] Hey, Joe.
- Mornin', darlin'. - Where you going, Joe?
Well, I'm, uh— I'm on my way.
You say all day, all night.
All night, all day?
[Laughs] Did I say that?
- You say. - Ah.
Well, uh, things is different now.
[Crowd Chattering, Shouting]
The soldiers.
Yeah. I gotta go.
Why don't you try this hotel. He may be in there.
You mean they let Indians in there?
Anyone who can pay, sir.
One moment, please.
What is your name?
I am Lieutenant Franz Von Klemme from the Imperial German Army.
I'm what you'd call an adviser.
I'm Lyedecker. Policeman.
- [Cheering] - [Horn Honks]
[Engine Off]
You got some money?
Money? What the hell for?
Get out of the window!
For me, yes? Some dollars for me?
I saw you got dollars.
- I thought you said you loved me. - Sure.
You give me money?
Yeah, well, later, maybe, huh?
I yell pretty loud.
Then the sergeant come up.
You want to talk to them?
[Crowd Chattering, Shouting]
[Speaking Spanish]
What do you want to do with them?
Well—
Well, what do you mean?
They were pulling out the railroad track.
Your track.
Oh, my company's. Not mine.
Why do they do that? Damn it!
Why?
Why have they been fighting us for 400 years?
Because they're Yaqui Indians, that's why.
They call them los tigres de la rocas— the tigers of the rocks.
They say your track is on their land.
What shall we do about it?
Oh, whatever's customary.
Whatever you think is right.
Of course.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Soldier Responds In Spanish]
[Spanish]
- [Hammer Clicks] - Muy bien.
Verdugo—
Verdugo...
I'm no part of this.
Do what you like— a trial.
I'm no part of this.
Look.
I know the value of things.
Bullets are valuable.
These are not.
No.
Listen. Don't be like that.
You can give me money...
or I'll make you some trouble.
Come here.
- Sargento Paletes! - Señor.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Pistol Cocks]
[Woman Screaming]
Run! Run!
[Onlookers Laughing]
Run, Indians! Run, Indians! Run!
- Run! - [Woman Continues Shouting In Spanish]
Hey! [Shouting In Spanish]
[Gunshot]
- [Gunshots] - [Groans]
[Spanish] ¡Vamos! ¡Rapido!
¡Cabrón!
[Onlookers Laughing]
- [Spanish] - [Paletes Speaking Spanish]
[Spanish]
Mi general. He is our prisoner.
[Spanish]
Too bad I had to interrupt your entertainment up there.
[Chuckles]
Yes, you distracted my soldiers...
disbanded the Indians— [Chuckles]
Very clever.
But now I got you.
Yeah.
Well, you wouldn't have me if that hotel had a back door.
[Chuckling]
Very clever. Very clever.
[Chuckling Continues]
Now, General, you don't wanna do that. He's a very valuable man.
If you got to kill him, why don't you let me have him?
Perhaps I will kill you too.
That won't get you very much either.
- He's your friend? - He's no friend of mine.
Well, then, what is he to you?
Bank robber.
[Wanted Poster Unfolding]
He stole $6,000 from the Citizen's Bank in Phoenix, Arizona.
Mr. Lyedecker...
how much did you say he stole?
Six thousand dollars.
- Uh-huh. When? - Twelve days ago.
Twelve days, huh?
I see.
Fifty dollars.
Where is the rest?
You look Mexican, but you don't talk Mexican.
- What the hell are you? - Well, I sure as hell ain't no damn Mexican.
[Chuckles]
My mama was a Yaqui Indian...
and my daddy was from Alabama.
- [Joe Laughs] - [Verdugo] I see.
Well, I hope you know how to die.
I admire a man who dies well.
Now, tell me— where is the money? Hmm?
The money. All those dollars you speak of.
Where are they?
Women and whiskey. That's what I'd do if I was him.
Oh? [Chuckles]
Six thousand dollars in 12 days?
Oh!
You could be the biggest stallion in the world...
$6,000 worth of whores in 12 days?
Now— [Laughs]
No.
No, it was not spent on women or on whiskey.
Now, for the last time, where is the money?
Just like he said, jefe.
Half of it I spent on whiskey and women...
and the other half I wasted.
Excuse me, sir, but if he spent the entire night in the hotel...
don't you—
Yes.
Yes, let's go and take a look.
[Speaking Spanish]
Where is the money?
Hey, friend, I hear your mama sells it on the street.
- [Laughs] - [Chuckles]
I don't think he understands English. [Giggles]
All that's fine. But where's the money?
You really the honest-to-God law?
Somethin' wrong with that?
No! No. You caught me, didn't ya?
That's right.
Now I gotta see about gettin' you out of here.
See, you bein' the Yankee law don't cut no ice with the Mexican army.
They ain't gonna let you get out of here.
Well, why don't you buy us out?
The money ain't worth gettin' killed for, now, is it?
I ain't got no money.
- Bank says different. - Oh, I took it, all right.
But I spent it two days later.
- What did you spend it on? - Rifles.
Rifles?
One hundred rifles for the Yaqui Indians.
Them poor devils hangin' on them telephone poles out there...
them's Yaqui Indians— my people.
Well, if you tellin' the truth...
that general's gonna kill you real slow.
Well, let me tell you about that general.
They told him to get rid of the Yaquis any way he could...
and he took the easy way.
He's just killin' everybody.
Well, you've spent enough time in the States. You as American as me.
And you know you just can't go around stickin' up banks.
Yeah.
But I ain't goin' back.
Yes, you are.
On foot, on horseback, or hangin' across a saddle, you're goin' back.
How is it over there?
It's crowded over here.
How about out there?
Well, I think, with a little bit of luck, we might be able to get out of this.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I'm gonna jump right out that window behind you.
Go ahead.
[Shouting In Spanish]
[Horse Whinnying]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshots Continue]
[Shouts In Spanish]
[Soldiers Shouting In Spanish]
¡Sargento Paletes!
[Spanish]
¡Vamos! ¡Rapido!
- [Spanish] - [Whinnies]
[Gunshots Continue]
Yaqui!
[Engine Off]
[Spanish]
Mi caballo.
¡Sargento! ¡Vamos!
Well, I think we lost 'em.
All of'em. [Grunts]
Well, do you bring the rifles?
You damn betcha. Romero send you?
Where are the rifles, Joe?
How come he sent a woman?
- They're expecting a man. - Oh.
Now, uh, where are the rifles, Joe?
On the Chilina trail, not too far from here.
Well, I hope so.
They're there.
And where is the profit for you, Joe?
There ain't none, Sarita.
Look, you told me to get the rifles, and I got 'em.
- What are you bein'so tough on me for? - Because I know you.
Boy, you sure have soured up in the last few years, ain't ya?
Yes. I have changed.
I watched them hang my father...
and I helped him to die.
You hear that?
I helped my father to die.
You say the Chilina trail?
Yeah.
[Exhales]
We'll see.
Mara.
Oh, shoot.
[Blow Lands]
Now, why'd you do that?
I wasn't gonna do nothin' I couldn't have done before.
You're pretty good, Joe. I can't take any chances with you.
- Let's go. - Where we goin'?
Back to Phoenix.
How come them to give you a badge in the first place?
Well, I guess I took a job that nobody else wanted.
Even at that, it took me a whole year to get it.
- How much they gon' give you for takin' me back? - Two hundred dollars.
And the job permanent-like.
Shoot, that ain't even hardly worth botherin' about.
Well, Joe, that depends on what you got in the first place.
Yeah.
I ain't never been worth a damn in my whole damn life.
Ain't never been worth nothin' to talk about.
I never even had a job permanent-like.
But now I finally done somethin' for somebody—
me.
I finally amounted to somethin'.
Yeah. You robbed a bank.
Let's go.
I should have known. You lied to me.
There's no sign of tracks. No people. No guns.
What are you talkin' about? They're there. Come on. I'll show you.
You ain't goin' nowhere.
- Where do you find him? - I didn't find him! He found me!
Will he help us?
- Señor, will you help? - Hell, no.
- Why not? You ain't got nothin' better to do. - It ain't my party.
Come on.
[Rifles Cocking]
[Verdugo] So, we meet again, huh?
You murderer!
You assassin!
[Screams, Groans]
Too bad I don't have enough time for you right now.
Lopez!
- [Spanish] - [Spanish]
- [Shouting In Spanish] - [Gunshots]
[Spanish]
Now you...
Mr. Sheriff.
[Badge Lands On Ground]
Mr. Half-breed.
By the time I'm through with you...
you'll be ready to tell me everything I want to know.
[Spanish]
I'm not afraid.
[Groans]
[Moaning]
[Gasps]
[Grunting]
Damn it! Stay on your feet!
Go to hell!
Damn you, you big son of a—
[All Grunting]
Muy bien.
Ay. Look what the rurales found.
Rifles.
Two Indians with these mules.
Now, how would two Indians...
find 100 rifles, huh?
They were skinned alive.
Slowly.
But they wouldn't say.
Tsk tsk.
Nice day, Verdugo.
Indeed it is, Mr. Grimes.
[Spanish]
Hello.
My name's Grimes.
Steven Grimes.
Oh, that's— that's nice.
Mighty nice.
Well— [Chuckles]
You know, fellow Americans.
And, uh, what's a nice fellow like you doing in a place like this?
I'm with Southern Pacific. We run the railroads here.
Then, uh, you're really all right with that general, ain't you?
Look, Lyedecker, what's the point of all this?
If you don't tell him what he wants to know, he'll have you killed.
Well, maybe put a good word in for us.
[Laughs]
- Why don't you get the hell outta here? - Tell him something.
Anything. [Chuckles]
Six thousand dollars is not worth dying for.
And he's just gonna let us go. Is that right?
Why don't you go away and stop botherin' us?
Look.
If he has you shot, it'll create terrible problems.
- It'll be a terrible thing for all of us. - Sure as hell will.
- For us or for the railroad? - For both.
The way relations are between the United States and Mexico—Well, you know.
Look...
we don't wanna talk to you.
You understand? We don't wanna talk to you.
Hey, wait a minute, Joe. Wait a minute.
He's got the rifles, and he's got us too.
What do we got to lose?
Tell you what you do. You go tell that general I wanna see him.
[Grunts]
[Verdugo] What about my men? How are they progressing?
Well, sir, they fight well, they train well.
They don't seem to take too naturally to the drill.
Well, the parades will come later.
As long as they can fight.
Sit down. Sit down.
What disturbs you?
The rifles, sir.
Someone is arming the Yaquis.
If they get hold of any more guns, you're going to have the tiger by its tail.
The Yaquis do not have the rifles. I do.
Yes, sir, at the moment you do.
Von Klemme, you worry me.
That was my intent, sir.
No. I mean, you worry me.
- Oh? - Yes.
You—You seem afraid.
Of what?
I don't know.
Perhaps if you would return to Mexico City—
I would prefer nothing more than that, sir, if my orders could be changed.
You know that I don't need you.
But, you see, sir...
we Germans are here to advise, so we advise.
Oh, yes.
Now, tell me, what perfect piece of advice have you this time?
Finish off the Yaquis as quickly as possible before more guns come through.
I know that, don't I?
Of course you do. Then send them south and sell them to the wood merchants.
No. It isn't worth it. The prices are too low.
I have to feed them, send some of my men with them.
By the time we sell one, the price will be lower than the price of a cow.
Then kill them all.
That is your advice?
That is my advice, sir.
Very good.
[Laughing]
So, all the time, eh?
All the time the $6,000 was right there in my front yard, huh?
- [Chuckling] - [Chuckles] Incredible.
- I'll take him back now, General. That's the deal. Right? - Now wait.
Wait.
Tell me something.
Where are the other rifles?
I don't know what you're talking about.
When do they arrive?
Answer the question, Indian.
- You got 'em all. - That is not the answer!
- There ain't no more guns! - How do you know that?
You know, Lyedecker, as I told you before, I think you're part of it.
I ain't a part of anything!
This man stole $6,000. For that amount of money, there can't be no more guns.
You refuse to answer, eh?
Look, there ain't no more damn guns.
Very well.
Too bad, gentlemen.
- ¡Sargento Paletes! - [Speaking Spanish]
- [Spanish] - [Spanish]
[Spanish]
What did all that mean?
Look like they're gonna shoot us.
Verdugo, I suggested that if they told you about the money...
you'd let them go.
Grimes, you run the railroad.
I'll run the state of Sonora.
And don't you ever forget it.
[Shouting In Spanish]
[Spanish]
[Gives Command In Spanish]
[Spanish]
- [Spanish] - [Spanish Continues]
- Por favor, General— - ¡No, señor!
¡Alto!
[Spanish]
[Shouts Command In Spanish]
[Spanish]
[Spanish Continues]
[Women, Children Screaming]
[Shouts Command In Spanish]
You know somethin'?
What?
I think our string has done run out.
The hell it has. We're gonna get out of this.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- How? - Well, there's nothin' to it.
A big, giant hand is gonna reach in here, pick us up...
take us away and put us down someplace...
right in the middle of a whole bunch of women and whiskey.
That ain't funny.
Well, I ain't laughin' neither.
That ain't funny at all!
Stay out of other people's business.
That's what I always said and that's what I always done.
But look at me now. Smart Lyedecker.
Hung up on a fence with a bunch of scruffy Indians.
Well, that's too bad about you.
Your number's comin' up over there, and it's just too damn bad.
- You know why? - No, I don't know why. Why?
- 'Cause you'd have been a hell of a lawman. - You damn right!
'Cause you don't care about nothin' or nobody...
just like all them big boys with their badges.
What do you know about badges?
You're just a pissant border half-breed.
I know a lot about it.
I know all about them small-town, barbershop, hair-cuttin' sheriffs.
And I know all about them big-town, big-bellied...
billy club-swingin' policemen from St. Louis.
- You don't know nothin'! - The hell I don't!
They look you up and down, and you're guilty!
You don't get no trial, just like we ain't gonna get one now!
'Cause them guys over there don't care about nothin' or nobody, just like you!
That's why you'd have been so good with a badge.
Washington's going to react very badly to this.
What are they going to do?
Send a note saying, "Where is our black policeman?"
- And then what? - They'll ask questions.
They're going to ask my company a great many questions.
And they will get answers, I'm sure.
Your company cares for its trains...
not for two gringos that disappear in Mexico.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Spanish Continues]
[Spanish]
¡Fuego!
[Spanish]
Hold it, gentlemen.
Padre.
[Speaking Spanish]
My sons, allow me to help you—
We ain't no damn sons of yours.
There's probably more than one scattered around here someplace.
Fear and despair are human failings.
Yet we are human.
Make yourselves ready to die in peace and love.
Why don't you talk to Verdugo about some of that peace and love...
instead of tryin' to get somebody ready to die.
That's right. Ain't no man ever died ready for it.
I want you to go with love in your hearts.
I want you to go to hell.
Allow me to hear your confession.
Whatever you got in that book, just put me down for it.
[Shouts Command In Spanish]
[Spanish]
- Lyedecker. - What?
I'm sorry you got mixed up in this.
You ain't half as sorry as me.
[Mouths Words]
[Officer Shouts In Spanish]
[Gunshots]
[Shouting]
¡Ataque!
[Whinnies]
- [Shouting In Spanish] - [Gunshots Continue]
What the hell?
Goddamn it! Come on! Come on!
[Yells]
[Shouting In Spanish]
¡Rapido!
¡Vamos! ¡Vamos!
Hyah! Hyah!
[Spanish]
[Groaning]
[Gunshots Continue]
I want their heads.
Some kind of woman, ain't she?
Yeah. Kinda stout. [Chuckles]
Now that you got them rifles...
what are you gonna do with 'em?
- Take 'em to General Romero. - General.
Why every time four Mexicans get together, one of'em makes himself a general?
Look, you.
Romero can call himself anything he wants.
I knew him when he was young...
when he brought the people together to fight.
Good or bad, he's all we have.
It's a good thing you have him, 'cause me and that one there, we goin' north.
We are, huh?
Yeah.
What do you say we wait till we get them rifles to General Romero?
Then I'll go easy-like.
[Chuckles] Uh-uh. No good.
Lyedecker, you're a mule-headed son of a bitch.
You saw all them Indians hung up like a side of beef.
- After all the trouble we went through to get them rifles— - We?
- Yeah, we! - [Chuckles]
Look, I spent 15 years in the 9th Cavalry...
keepin' the law and chasin' bad Indians.
But this one ain't my business, it ain't my fight and it ain't my job!
And besides...
I don't much like Indians anyway.
[Spits]
We should have killed him!
Yeah.
I think she's right.
You know your trouble, big man?
You're dumb.
Just plain ol'black-ass dumb!
[Groans]
- [Grunting] - [Wheezing]
[Yells]
- [Yells] - [Grunting]
Now who's dumb, you half-breed?
Huh?
I am!
Let me up!
Come on!
[Grunting Continues]
Thank you.
[Yelling]
[Rifle Cocks]
Don't shoot him!
And let him kill you? The rifles, they are more important.
I don't wanna drag his big ass all over Mexico.
- What's it gon' be? - I guess I ain't got much of a choice, have I?