All language subtitles for And.Starring.Pancho.Villa.As.Himself.2003.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG2_English

Man:
More, more, Mr. Walsh!

Got to kill them all!

The last thing
in the world you want

is to be captured by those
heathen redskins!

Man:
Rush to him,
Miss Sampson,

rush to your protector!

Seek the shelter
of his manly arms.

True love, Adrian--
true love laced with

heart-rending
devotional gratitude.

And... cut!

That's a cut,
everybody!

- Next setup, Charlie.
- Yes, Mr. Griffith.

Let's have the tent
in now, babe.

Get another couple
of rolls for you, Carl.

Teddy, go get
those horses.

I know you're freezing,
but we're all freezing.

There he is, Frank.

Ask him over, gently.

Very good, my dear.
Very good, indeed.

Mr. Griffith, sir?

Mr. Aitken's in the car
and he'd like to have
a word with you.

- Ah, Duffy, how are we
getting on with Mr. Walsh?
- Oh, hello.

- Hello.
- I want it a bit higher
than usual.

About there.

Be a bit more generous
with the blood this time,
lay it on thick.

He's over there, sir,
he says that it's important.

When will Mr. Aitken
understand

that when Griffith
is filming,

nothing is of greater
importance to Griffith?

Harry.

Sorry, David, but we need
to move fast on this,

if you think it's
worth moving at all.

Eli Morton
in our Texas office

went to some kind of
press conference

just over the border,

pulled together by this
Pancho Villa fellow down there.

- "Vee-ya."

Right, according to Eli,
Villa is offering

"exclusive rights to any
motion picture company

interested in filming
his revolutionary army,

the División Del Norty--"

Del Norte.

",,,in action against
the federal forces of--"
who he calls,

"the despotic president
of Mexico, Victorio"...

"Victoriano Huerta."

Huerta, right.

Villa's terms as follows--

he's asking for
$25,000 in advance

against 20%
of the profits.

And he wants
the money in gold!

Quite the horse trader.

Isn't he supposed to be some
kind of "Injun" or something?

He's mestizo,
it's a racial mix.

Where'd you get
all this stuff?

Is it worth a shot?

No story, no actors,

just shooting an actual
military scrap?

Just that,
and that alone?

Just filming men at war?

Being allowed
to place cameras
in the thick of battle?

This may prove
as much a revolution
for motion pictures

as the one Villa's
waging on the ground!

Real death, real blood.

People would get
sick to their stomachs

at that kind of show,
wouldn't they?

Hold it a minute, Harry.

Give her your gloves,
will you?

Excuse me.

Miss Sampson?

Hello.

I'm Frank Thayer,
I'm with the Mutual Company.

Mr. Griffith
said that, uh...

You're in charge of
gloves, are you?

Griffith:
...but the historian's
pen over time

will be no match
for the image

the moviemaker captures
in the eye of his camera!

20% of the profits
for some guy who's never
done a movie before!

There's not a day that
passes, my dear Harry,

where this guy
is not featured

on the front pages
of the world press.

The man is a star!

And stars are
the mother's milk
of the box office!

You wouldn't consider
going down there

and try getting us
a better deal?

The bird hasn't been born yet
that D.W. Griffith couldn't
charm down off a tree.

Be serious-- with all
I've got to do setting up
the California studio?

Just how competent
would you say he is?

Do you think he's ready
to do something useful?

Who?
Who are we talking about?

Your nephew.

Frank?

Anyone else bidding
on the rights, Mr. Morton?

- Let me help you.
- Oh, thanks.

Any other movie companies--
any other movie companies

showing an interest
that you know of?

Oh, we got
the inside track.

Money does a whole lot
of talking around here,

and the heavier it is,
the better it's heard.

Right.

You gotta keep your wits
about you around here.

Yes, sir.

First number one thing to
remember, when you meet him,

never look Villa
straight in the eye.

You forget that, you wake up
deader than a doornail.

And making any sudden
moves around him,

that's another real good way
to get your scalp creased.

When do we actually meet?
What's the plan?

Villa calls the shots.

We gotta work out how to
slip over the border

and find out wherever
he's hiding out.

We have to be
smuggled into Mexico?

Ain't no "we" in that
equation, Mr. Thayer.

Eli Morton's got a wife
and kids to think about.

That's not, uh,
gunfire, is it?

Step right this way,
Mr. Thayer.

Let's get you boys
a ringside seat
at the revolution!

Morton:
Come on up.

This way, Mr. Thayer.

Come on, fellas,
let's get a look.

Just go right up
to the front, come on.

Just go right up here.

Excuse us for a sec--
Colonel.

How you doing,
do you mind?

Thank you very much, these
guys are from back East,

they've never seen--
thank you very much.

Come on,
step right up.

- There you go.

Thank you.

It feels almost like
watching a show

from up here,
doesn't it?

Well, it's a bit more
than playacting, sir.

What you're watching
is a dictatorship

in the throes of dying,

yielding up one life
at a time.

John Reed,
"Metropolitan" magazine.

Frank Thayer,
Mutual Film Company.

You're taking
the bait, Mr. Thayer?

You're gonna
film the battle?

I'm going to try.

Have a peek at
your picture show.

- Hey, it's my turn!
- Don't push!

Look at that.
To your left!

Hope you don't have any stock
in Doheny Oil, Mr. Thayer.

My God.

British man:
It shows you
what Pancho Villa

thinks of Americans
owning Mexican oil.

Bastard doesn't care
whose property he burns.

There he is.

There's your bloody
Robin Hood of Mexico!

( Villa shouting
in Spanish )

General!

Donde?

Sí--!

What's he doing?
He's only taken
half the town.

D.W. Griffith!

- Good night, fellas.
- Good night, Frank.

Get some sleep!

Wait, wait.

Wait, I've never
been on a horse!

You will like it.

Come on.

He wants to know why
the movies sent him
such a clown.

He wants to know, was
Charlie Chaplin too busy
to show up down here?

Dónde está Señor Griffith?

- He wants to know--
- Griffith, he wanted
to come, he truly did,

only he's kind of
involved right now.

And this guy's just fucking
around down here, right?

He says he don't
trust nobody

that don't look him
straight in the eye.

I was told that he would
kill a man for doing that.

That's a pile of crap.

They don't stop telling
stories about this guy!

What's that
all over your tie?

It's my school emblem.

- My college's.

Sí, college.

To which college
do you go?

Did, sir. Harvard.
Harvard in Boston.

Oh, sí,
that's the school where
you make presidents, sí?

A few have attended,
yes, sir.

One day, Pancho Villa

will send his son
to Boston, Harvard.

He says he's knocked out
enough sons

to fill every college
in America.

Is that the gold?

Cash would have been a lot
lighter, I can assure you.

The last person
tried to give him cash,

Pancho cleaned off
his glasses with a bullet.

El contrato.

Yes, sir,
it's right here, sir.

Those are the glasses.

One for you,
one for me.

Hey.

Those actresses
you work with,

they're like nurses,
right?

They gotta have it
all the time, don't they?

I'm not sure
that's really true.

Yeah, right.

Like you're not jazzing
your brains out, are you?

What?

What?

What's this 10% of
the profits bullshit?
His cut's supposed to be 20.

You lie to Pancho Villa,
you go back to Harvard
in a box!

Sir, that is a mistake!
Somebody must have
changed the figures

before I had
a chance to proof--

it's just my pen.

La plume?

El plume-o,
whatever you call it.

Let me change all these tens
here into twenties here, okay?

Here we are, fixed.

Twenty, twenty,
twenty, twenty.

Translator:
See, you gotta understand.
He needs the money.

With Wilson's
goddamn embargo,

you gotta go
the black market
route to get guns.

It costs an arm and a leg
to kill somebody down here!

No, please.

This pen has gone
to college.

It's for your son.

Any of your sons.

But your Señor Hearst,

he only writes bad words
about Pancho Villa

en sus periódicos.

- In his newspapers.
- Right.

People, I think,
they believe more

what they see on
the picture screen.

When your President Wilson,
when he sees my movie,

he will know he must
support Pancho Villa.

He will see
that Pancho Villa
is a good guy,

that he's not like
Presidente Huerta...

- That donkey fucker.
- Yeah, got it.

Pancho: Bueno.

Bueno, bueno, bueno...

pues.

I hope he's not
gonna be offended,

I'm not much of
a drinker.

Ah, don't worry about it,
he never touches the stuff.

You are Frank,
that is your name.

Frank Thayer,
yes, sir.

Pancho is also Frank,
Pancho is Francisco.

That's his real moniker.

Tell me, what would you
like, Francisco Two?

Lemon?
Vanilla?

Gracias.

Thank you.

I've never seen
anyone like him.

There is nobody like him,
sonny boy!

If there was, he would
blow their brains out.

How do we do this?

You got a plan,
Frank?

Besides praying a lot.

I think we all just fan out,
catch whatever you can.

Other than bullets,
you mean?

Those crazy bastards

are not gonna last
10 minutes out there.

Behind the wagon!

Gentlemen,
the Mutual Film Company
is about to make history.

Thanks to an exclusive
arrangement

with General Pancho Villa,

who joins such illustrious
Mutual artists

as Charlie Chaplin, Mary
Pickford and Fatty Arbuckle,

the public will,
for the very first time,

be treated to the
thrills and chills

of an actual battlefield

as seen through the lens
of the motion picture camera.

Are you worried at all
about the physical danger

your people might be
exposed to, sir?

The General Villa has
assigned his crack guards,
his "Dorados"--

that's D-O-R-A-D-O-S--
to guarantee the safety

of each and every one
of our camera operators.

Set up in
the doorway!

Hurry!

Turn around
and film the gunner!

Sir!

You must be really
devoted to this cause!

For a grand a month,

there's nothing Sam Drebben
can't get devoted to.

Plus all the gold teeth
I can pull.

Watch your ass,
sonny boy!

Another day,
another dollar.

"Hearst Publications."

You don't have
any qualms

about manipulating public
opinion in favor of a man

many people consider
to be nothing more

than a socialist
rabble

Unlike your employer,
Mr. Hearst,

this company has no
interest whatever

in meddling in politics,
foreign or domestic.

For the millions
he's trying to free of
a cruel dictatorship,

Pancho Villa hardly
needs Mutual's help

to enhance his reputation
as the George Washington
of Mexico.

Oh, bloody hell!

Francisco, you are not
dead yet, huh?

Still alive, sir!

- Man: Fuego!

These are just
civilians, aren't they?

Yeah.

You make the mistake
of supporting Pancho Villa,

you wind up being
a tree ornament.

It saves ammunition.

The captain's mine.

Next patient.

Andale, jugar.
Andale, vámonos, vámonos!

Padre, Padre,
Padrecito.

General Villa...

Muchas gracias.

Sí.

The kid's gonna have
a playmate soon.

Somebody knocked her up.

( continues
speaking Spanish )

- That figures.

The Father's
the father.

He's swearing to take care
of the kid and the baby,

however long
they need it for.

Desgraciado.

Hiya, Charlie.

Good work, Frank!

You didn't get
in my way once.

Thank you, Hennie.

How'd it feel today,
Mr. Thayer?

Being smack in the middle
of the killing ground.

It's shameful to admit
how exciting I found it.

Oh, it's strictly
a survivor's sensation.

Someone else's death serving
as your own reprieve.

You're in good company,
Mr. Thayer.

Shamelessness has a big
following down here.

Bank robbers, painters,
poets, soldiers of fortune.

Enough anarchists to blow up
Wall Street 10 times over.

Healing Jews
and fighting Jews.

Morris Rauschbaum,
a surgeon from Indiana.

Sam Drebben,
a machine gunner
from the Bronx.

General Ángeles came over
from the Federales.

Studied von Clausewitz,
well read, an idealist.

He's the other side of
the peso to General Fierro.

He gets really ugly
unless he kills

at least one prisoner
before breakfast.

From the merely curious
to the merely morbid...

all of this
in Villa's orbit,

all of this in
Villa's thrall.

Men:
Hey! Hey! Hey!

You take home
a nice recuerdo, amigo,
a souvenir.

But be careful.

Or she'll give you
some crawly souvenir
in your underwear.

Her husband got killed
in the fighting today.

Her youngest son, too.

Charlie.

Get this.

Sam:
He just gave her more money

than her old man saw
in his entire life.

Pancho: Juan...

what will they think,
Juanito, my American friends,

when they see the movie
of Pancho Villa?

Well, I think
Mr. Doheny is gonna be
very impressed indeed.

He worships the ground
that is Mexico.

Doheny worships
what's underneath it.

Your Señor Hearst is
also muy, muy nervioso.
Sientense.

Very nervous.

You know how much he owns
of Mexico, Francisco?

Señor Hearst,
how many acres?

Siete millones.

More like eight.

Eight million acres?

And how many head of cattle
have you stolen from him?

60,000, he says.

Oh, you are loco,
Juanito, 60,000.

50,000, maybe.

Maybe 50,000, the most.

So, Francisco,
today was not too, um...

- Boring.
- Boring!

It was not too
boring?

You became more a man,
a little, I think, today.

Maybe you and
your amigos--

I'd say we had
a good start.

Today, I think,

they found a little bit,
their huevos.

Even though a few of them
got a little wet.

Yes, sí, sí, sí.

You will help...

You will help
Americans know

that hope does not
stop at the border.

It's my Virgin
of Guadalupe.

I'm deeply honored, sir.

He says you should be.

You've got the only virgin
left around here.

Andale, andale.

Aitken:
Please bear in mind that
our camera operators

had to constantly deal with
movement of men and horses,

exploding bombs,
clouds of gunpowder.

But what you're looking at
is without a doubt

never-before-seen footage
of live action

shot on an actual
field of battle.

Never-before-seen
footage?

You still can't see it.

Hearst reporter:
They'd have bit the dust
a lot better

if D.W. Griffith
had directed it.

Let me assure you that every
one of these men and women

and every child
died in the very best way
that they could.

There he is, boys!

On motion picture film,
for all the world to see,

General Pancho Villa.

Reed:
Despite its technical flaws,

clearly more people
will discover Pancho Villa

from a few feet of this
crude historic film

than from the reams that have
been written about his struggle

to rid Mexico of its
greedy robber barons,

the only ones to profit
from their cozy marriage

with rapacious
American interests.

Unfortunately, not
everyone happens to be

the socialist lover
that John Reed is!

Hearst, no surprise,
is putting our nuts
through a wringer.

Pardon me.

With all he's got
invested in Mexico,

Hearst stands to lose
one or two of his fortunes
down there.

Speak up, Harry,

we're a whole country apart,
for God's sake!

Aitken:
Listen to this.

"Pandering to Villa's
overblown vanity,

the perpetrators of this
clumsy excuse of a film..."

"Clearly demonstrate that they
have a far greater interest

in selling tickets
to a gullible public

than in telling the
real truth about--"

Frank.

I'll take a
pastrami on rye.

"...than in telling
the real truth

about the self-styled
General Villa and his
ragtag army,

with nary a piece of modern
artillery to its name."

Mightn't it
be more productive

for you to be
reading the want ads?

You know what's so
galling about all this?

It's all true!

We had so little control
over what was happening,

Villa comes off as
some kind of simple,
starstruck cowboy!

Give me the strudel!

We didn't offer
a clue to his complexity,

to his greatness!

What a movie
that would make!

This would all be
better said

to someone with
a checkbook,
wouldn't it?

He's been beaten
and tortured all his life.

They say that
he still has whip scars
across his back.

He was a convict
before he turned 20.

Frank, it's midnight.

Before he was 12,
he was already being
hunted by the law.

Now, now there are places
in Mexico where he is
the law.

Don't make me fire you
twice in one week.

He's the James Boys,
he's Billy the Kid,

he's Napoleon
all rolled into one!

But he asks
nothing for himself.

He takes nothing.

He builds schools
where there were none!

He seizes the homes
of the wealthy,

he redistributes
the land.

He gives it to the poor,
he feeds them!

He even prints
his own money!

He prints his own money?

Well, the man's
not all bad, is he?

Tell me
that this material

would not
make a fantastic
moving picture.

Forget it!

The "Times" said
the one we made

looked like
a high school play

that couldn't afford
the costumes!

For my money,
and that's sure as hell

what every
penny of it was,

we gave Pancho Villa
more than his shot.

But we didn't.

That's the whole point!

Be realistic!

You'd never crowd all that
stuff into a two-reeler,

not in a million years!

I'd make it
more like seven.

Seven reels?

Seven reels!

You smoke some of that funny
stuff down in Mexico, Frank?

Who in their right minds
is gonna want to

sit through a movie
that runs for over an hour?

There's never a first...
until someone tries it.

Don't give me
fortune cookies

in the middle
of the night, Frank.

Seven reels
is a whale of a show

you're ready to give away
for a nickel a ticket.

Then double it.

Double it?

A dime?
A dime a ticket?

A dime a ticket.

One good first
deserves another.

These are exciting
thoughts, Frank.

They are.

I'm definitely
getting excited.

Don't let me stop you.

If only they didn't all look
so crummy down there.

For 10 cents, people
are gonna wanna see

a hell of a lot more than
a bunch of barefoot buggers

jumping around
in the cactus.

We can help him look better,
I know we can.

I'll have to run this
past D.W., of course.

He'll see
the possibilities
in a minute.

I promise you.

"The Life of
General Villa!"

Okay, okay.

Hey, you moron,
watch the vase!

Gringa, this is for you.

I'm only kidding.

Pancho: Mm-hmm.

Vamos.

- Pancho!
- Sí.

Frank: Aqui.

Francisco.

Hello, sir.

Francisco Two.

Do I know
you were coming?

I sent a telegraph.

Well, when I see it, then
you know you are here.

I miss you many times,
mi amigo, many times.

I've missed you.

Yeah, good,
bueno, bueno, bueno.

The virgin, does she
answer your prayers?

Not with my Spanish,
she doesn't.

It's not Spanish,
never Spanish.

Mexicano.

Two things Spain
give to my people.

The church
and the women.

You should write a book.

Oh, maybe I have to
read one or two first.

Mira.

This is the battle?

Yeah.

So much death...

two little circles.

Magic.

Tomorrow, we must liberate
a projector somewhere.

Tell me,
are you hungry, thirsty?

No, no problemo,
estoy muy bien.

A house of great
wealth, huh?

Not one drop
of ice cream.

Sí, sí...

if my father saw us here,
me and my brother,

he would say...

before your hair
grows a boot.

A room like this,
such a room.

It could be only
for a don.

Or for a foreigner.

To a room like this,
my father could only crawl

to beg for some food for
himself, for his family.

There are books here

that weigh more than
he did when he died.

Welcome back
to Mexico.

Are you all right,
Francisco?

Yes, thanks.

Is the horse
riding you well?

Uh-huh.

Digame...

you did not come
all this way

only to bring me
my film, right?

Another movie?

You want to make another
movie with Pancho Villa?

Yes, sir.

Same deal as last time,
same money.

Well...

your President Wilson has
lifted the arms embargo.

Money is not a problem
for Pancho Villa anymore.

Tell me, has there ever been
a movie of "Don Quixote,"

do you know?

No, not that
I know of, no, sir.

Oh, not one movie
of "Don Quixote,"

and Señor Aitken wants to
make two of Pancho Villa!

We believe that this story,
this photoplay,

will greatly enhance
your popularity.

And it's gonna go a long way
to helping the revolution.

You still have a lot of
enemies in high places.

Yeah, that's the
best place for enemies.

High up, where you
can see them.

Well, look,

you'd be doing me
a very, very big favor.

Remember "Don Quixote,"
mi amigo.

"Man must not fight
windmills."

Frank:
"Villa positively
not interested.

returning New York
immediately.

Awfully sorry,
did my level best.

Frank N. Thayer."

"N" for nephew.

Villa!

Oh, don't give me that
Happy Peon lark.

You're on my land.

You and all your
bloody banditos

think you can just
ride off here

with my horses
and my guns, eh, amigo?

No.

Soldiers of Pancho Villa,
are not banditos.

You've been robbing me blind
and you bloody well know it.

5,000 head of my cattle,

and not so much as one
bloody fucking peso.

Thank you very much.

Now, these tinhorn
bean-o-crats down here

may put up with
the crap you dish out,

but you've finished
shitting on this white man.

Comprende?

- Pancho: Sí.

Sí, sí.

Comprendo.

Fierro.

Sí, General?

♪ On a tree by a river
a little tom-tit ♪

♪ Sang willow
titwillow, titwillow... ♪

Aye, Carmencita.

Carmencita.

♪ ...in your little inside ♪

♪ With a shape of... ♪

Shh.

Aitken: David!

Did you read
Hearst today?

I've got it right here.

"The cold-blooded murder
in Mexico

of English ranch owner
William Benton,

but the latest example
of the socialist Villa's

rabid hatred of foreigners,

reinforces the Hearst
Corporation's demand

that the civilized nations
of the world act in all haste

to introduce the
self-styled general

to the business end
of a rope."

Mr. Aitken.

Aitken:
Does the general
have any questions?

Pancho:
The general
has no questions.

"Whenever engaging
the enemy, you guarantee"--

- That's you, sir.
- I know, I am "you."

"You guarantee
that any fighting

by the forces
under your command

will occur only between
the daylight hours

of 9:00 A.M.
and 5:00 P.M."

- Agreed.

"There is to be no
night combat whatsoever,

and the Mutual Company"--
that's us--

"is to be informed
and consulted

as to the nature of any and
all military engagements."

Sí, sí, sí.

Cut, print,
iris in, iris out.

Es muy simple.

Sí, sí.

Very good, sir.

"In the event that a major
exchange cannot be filmed,

you will agree to restage such
battles or stage new ones

as may be necessary
for the benefit of the
Mutual Company's cameras.

For its part,
the Mutual Company agrees
to furnish wardrobe"--

Problem?

He wants to make sure
Frank's gonna be working
on this one, too.

No Francisco,
no Francisco, eh?

I promise you, General,

this fine young man
is gonna be with you

every damn "momentum"
of the day.

"Momentum."

Aitken:
Whatever you need,
whatever you want,

this is gonna
be your man

every bit as he's
gonna be mine.

Muy bien. Psst.
Andale.

It's right here, sir.

Veinticinco mil.

25,000, as before.

I take it we have
a deal, sir.

Un momento,
un momento.

The soldiers of Pancho Villa
have left behind many...

Uh, lots of widows
and orphans.

He's up to his ass
in 'em!

They are very sad,
they are very poor.

The general is
most sensitive.

Sí, sensitive.

A leader must be
muy, muy sensitive.

Muy sensitive.

You must give to Pancho Villa,
when into Mexico City,

after the revolución...

A print?

A print, a print!

- He wants his own print.

I think he wants to have
his own premiere down here.

Pancho:
Exactamente.

Pancho Villa, too,
needs nickels.

Many nickels, for those
who lost so much

and for those who lost...
so many, yeah.

I will be very happy
to write that

into the agreement
this very minute, sir.

No es necesario,
my good sir.

For Pancho Villa,
your hand is your word.

Certainly.

Of course.

It's my pleasure, sir.

Hiya, Duffy.

Hey, Frank!

Hope the trip was okay.
Nice to see you, Carl.

Carl:
At least we made it.

Frank:
Hi, Charlie,
how are ya?

Where's the scotch, Frank?

Didn't you bring it?

I see you've got
gloves this time.

Mm-hmm.

Welcome to Mexico.

Thank you.

General Villa?

Please allow me to
introduce our director.

This is Mr. William
Christy Cabanne.

I am so looking
forward, sir.

Bienvenido a Mexico.

Frank:
And this is
Miss Teddy Sampson,

who will play the role
of your sister.

Frank:
And this is Miss Irene Hunt,
who will be your mother.

Hola, madre.

And Charlie Rosher, of course,
you know from Ojinaga.

Are your huevos
all dry now, Charlie?

- For the moment.

And this, sir,
is Mr. Raoul Walsh.

General.

He'll be playing
the young Pancho Villa.

Tell me, Raoul Walsh,

do you know even which
end of the horse shits?

Vámonos, andale!

Bueno.

Bueno... americano.

You can be me.
Andale.

Christy:
Okay, Carl, camera.

And... action!

And say good-bye, Mom.

Very nice.
Yes, Sis.

Go get you a little
of that, mm-hmm.

And... lovely.

Okay, yeah, and it's
farewell, Pancho.

Let's go.

And he goes, and...

cut!

Okay, very nice.

Um, maybe more of
a routine good-bye.

Uh, Raoul? Oh.

Listen, your character
has no way of knowing

what tragic events
the day is gonna bring.

So keep it big,
make it small, okay?

Christy,
I have a sugges--

Adrian, give me
wee bit less.

Just hearts,
no flowers, okay?

- Uh-huh, yes, sir.
- Uno mas, people.

Oh, as pronto as possible,
por favor.

Makeup, okay?
Let's go, people.

I was just
thinking that maybe--

Oh, don't think,
darling.

Just act, okay?

Let's just make
a movie here.

That's enough,
that's enough.

Okay, look, he's
a Mexican, Mexicans sweat.

He's fine,
leave him alone.

Carl, crank 'em.

- Okay.
- Uh-huh.

And from the kiss,
por favor.

And action.

Much better,
much better.

And, Sis, lovely.

Okay, and farewell,
Pancho.

Off he goes.

Good-bye, Pancho,
that's good.

Okay, one last
look at Mom and Sis,
a fond look, fond.

Fond! Fond!

You love 'em,
you love 'em,
you love 'em, good.

Wham, bam,
out the door.

And... perfect!

Cut, print,
beautiful!

Next setup.
McDuff?

Reed:
"Unquestionably
the most expensive

and longest motion picture
ever contemplated--

so reads
the Mutual Film Company
publicity.

An unprecedented seven
15-minute reels,

two of which
will be filmed

during the upcoming
Battle of Torreón,

for which Villa's forces
are now preparing."

Reed:
"The Mutual Company promises
an additional five reels

devoted to a specially
written photoplay,

the factual story of the
heroic life of Pancho Villa."

Pancho:
Pancho! Todo es falso.

Every page is
a page of lies!

I don't understand.

Mierda means shit.

I know that, I just don't
know why you say that.

"Pancho Villa
becomes an outlaw

when the Federales take
away his father's land"?

The land of Pancho Villa's
father was his grave!

You see, Mr. Aitken just feels
that that's more colorful.

That's only
dramatic license.

It is a license to lie!

- You don't understand.
- Oh, yes, I understand.

I understand that never,
never does Pancho Villa

want the world to see
his sister Mariana

raped by Federales.

But that's what
turned you into a rebel!

I know why I became
what I became!

Pancho Villa does not
have to see a movie

to find out who is
Pancho Villa!

Presidente Villa--

from where does
this fantasía come?

You have learned nothing
from Juan Reed.

There will never be
a Presidente Villa!

- Never!
- But there could be.

My revolución is to feed the
hungry bellies of the people,

not the ambition
of Pancho Villa!

All right, but it's
a wonderful scene!

Okay.

Okay.

We can make it
a dream sequence.

Pancho Villa's dream is
for a man of education

to be presidente of Mexico.

Your Presidente Wilson,
he was a professor, sí?

Pancho Villa is a professor
of horses and soldiers!

See, that's exactly what
General Grant was.

And he became president.

Grant?
That drunken dog face!

He killed mexicanos like he
killed his whiskey bottles!

I had no idea.

No, your history books,
there are no bad americanos.

Grant, he came before
there was oil to steal.

He came for the gold!
He came for the silver!

He came for the azúcar!
Es un insulto.

You wanna shoot
the Battle of Torreón?

You bring your cameras
to Torreón!

You don't shoot the life
of Pancho Villa!

That Pancho Villa
has never lived!

Mutual has a fortune
sunk into this.

Lies are expensive,
Francisco.

Señor Aitken,
he tells to the world

he will tell the truth
about Pancho Villa!

But this...
esta basura...

this is fake garbage!

May I ask you, sir?

Did you murder
William Benton?

I don't believe you did,

but a hell of a lot
of your enemies

are trying to convince
a hell of a lot of other
folks that you did.

If you can
believe Jack Reed,

there are plans in the works
in Washington right now,

plans to invade Mexico

and make Chihuahua
our 49th state.

Plans to
finish you off,
knock you off

any way they can!

You have to understand

that this is
the kind of story
the public expects--

that they demand.

When they go to the movies,
you give them what they want.

They give you what you want.

And what you want
is something

you have never needed
more in your life--

their approval.

I think every time
you see me,

you grow one more huevo,
Francisco.

And...
dismount, Raoul.

Everyone dismount.

Desmonten todos.

And run and greet them,
welcome your hubbies home.

Ladies...

Ladies,
come on!

Ladies... let's go, ladies!

Saluden,
los señores.

Come on,
come on, arriba.

Come on, vamos, vamos,
venga, hurry.

Mr. Cabanne?

Can I get some
hugs and kisses here?

Ah, abrasos, besos.

Abrasos.

Frank: Come on,
vamos, vamos, venga.

Man: Ladies,
come on, come on.

Oh, sweet Jesus,
cut, cut, cut!

- Charlie:
That's a cut, everybody.
- Christy: Save it, Charlie.

It's just not
in their nature, Christy.

These women are shy.

Shy, they're as wooden
as fucking Indians!

Most of them
are fucking Indians.

Give me five minutes.

( merry laughter
and music )

Come on, let's go!

Christy:
And dismount, Raoul.

And cue the ladies.

Man: Ladies!

Bueno!

He has his own train?

Yeah, that's just
one more thing

he's liberated
from the government,

fitted out a few
hospital cars

to take care of the wounded,
made one for the press.

It's like a city on wheels.

I walked it the other day,
it was two miles long.

Oh, hiya, fellas.

Oh, hey, Frank.

- Charlie: Hello there.
- Teddy: Hi, Charlie.

These are the Sanchez
brothers,

Abraham, Anastacio.

Buenas tardes,
muchachos.

Ever paralyzed anybody
in Spanish before?

So this will be the lab.

We'll be able to
develop our own film.

This is the editing room.

Going to be able to watch
our own dailies,

which I think will make
a real difference in our work.

I'm going on and on,
aren't I?

- Teddy: You've
changed down here.

When I first met you,
it was hard to know
you were even around.

I never once had
that problem with you.

I gathered.

Oh, guess
I was fairly obvious.

Girls don't mind
that one bit.

What do we got here,
boss?

Ah, new wardrobe.

Civil war surplus?

Yeah, Aitken got
a good deal on it.

You don't think these guys
are gonna mind?

Dressing up
like the losing side.

Ah, I think we'll keep
that our little secret.

Pretty impressive--
French?

75 millimeters,
perfect for the job.

I mean, really,

Mary Pickford doesn't take
this long in makeup.

Mary Pickford isn't running
a revolution on the side.

Don't think she couldn't.

Man:
Here we go.

How do I look?

Christy:
You're weary, General.

Trappings of power
mean nothing to you.

Your every goal
has been achieved.

You've avenged
your family.

You've righted the wrongs
against your people.

Many lives have
been sacrificed,

but in the end
you have saved the life

of your beloved Mexico.

But the work of
a president is never done.

Lawrence.

And return
to your desk, General.

And pick up the pen
and sign the document...

good!

Lawrence,
take the paper and leave.

Bow and go.

And now
the weariness returns.

Can you give me
a sigh, General?

Un suspiro.

Un suspiro.

Bueno, beautiful,
and now your speech.

Into the camera,

into the lens that
is the eye

that sees
for all the world.

Chapeau to you, sir.

One take!

Viva, Villa!

Is there anything
the man cannot do?

It is easy to be
president in a movie.

In a movie, Pancho Villa
could be the pope.

In the end, there will
be other, better men

who will sit
in Mexico City.

And you'll do what,
surely not retire?

I think the government
would open a factory

to make good saddles
and bridle.

Pancho Villa, his hands
are good with leather.

Pancho Villa's
hands are leather.

And you would settle
for just doing that?

Sí, that, and watch

that Mexico
does not become

another star on the
flag of your country.

And what about you?

What Pancho Villa wants?
For himself?

Yeah.

A parade when he dies.

A parade of many tears
and many flowers.

And for the children
to miss his candy.

A funeral

with many poets
and singing.

And at the end,
a tomb...

a big tomb,

so they can come.

The people
can come and see

that Pancho Villa will
be always there for them.

Always.

You know I wrote
this scene in my head

the very first time
I laid eyes on you.

Was I okay?

You wanna
try one more take?

Is it too soon?

I don't know,
maybe not.

Oh, I'm sure not.

"Onward and upward,"
is the ticket,

that's what Mama
always taught me.

Amigos...

tomorrow we leave

to begin the last chapter
of the revolución.

Hey!

Christy:
Bravo, General, bravo.

( children speaking
Spanish )

Andale, andale.

You have much to film
in the battle, my friend.

The battle, sir?

The Battle of Torreón.

Oh, I won't be
going with you.

No, I finished
my part in this film.

I'm going
to New Jersey.

- New Jersey.
- To start a new one.

Really, you can
call my agent.

Man:
Uh, excuse me,
General Villa.

Me, I don't go, sir.

( man speaking
foreign language )

Bueno.

Ralphie, you, too,
are not going?

No, sir, my work's
through here, sir.

Only the camera
operators are going.

Bueno, attención!

Oigan
al comandante!

What's happening?

I'm not sure.

Levantarse, up!

Oh!

Oh, my God, they're calling
for a firing squad.

Vaya con Dios!

Here, Pancho Villa
is the director!

Here, Pancho Villa says
who is finished

and who
is not finished!

Attencion, peloteros!

Preparen!

Apuntale!

- General!
- Fuego!

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!

Ahora, now you know what
you will miss at Torreón!

Christy,
will you take this?

Too bad them actresses
don't do no jazzing, huh?

Fierro! Fierro!

Oh, the hell they are!

Que pasa, cabrón, eh?!

- Órale! Órale!
- Put the gun away!

Pancho:
Hey!

General, these boys have
been such a help to the movie,

and now you're gonna
turn them into soldiers?!

No, no, no, you can't!

Is this what you want
for the children of Mexico?

Schools for only some,
Harvard just for yours,

death for the rest?

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

Muy bien, muy bien.

One boy for you,
one boy for Villa.

How could anyone
possibly make that choice?

- Vamos!
- Órale!

That one for you,
I'll take the winner.

Now, we find
the end of the shot.

Corte?

En miedo.

Muy bien.

Muchacho!

Gracias.

Toma.

Quieres?

Close your stinking mouth,

pinche Huerta
hijo de la chingada.

Ah, Villa, Villa, Villa.

Cubrete!

You remember
our agreement.

Pancho Villa forgets nothing,
vaya por sus hombres.

All right, fellas...
vengan, muchachos!

Abraham, get down!

All right,
got your cameras?

Vamos!

Ready, adelante!

Man:
Apurenle, muchachos.

Everyone ready?

Start cranking!

And action!

He-yah!

Fuego!

Keep firing.

Yeah!
Ahoo!

Whoo!

Pancho:
Oh, Francisco.

Ven, mira, ven,
ven aqui, come here.

Mira, mira, mira.
Aqui en El Centro,

in the belly of Torreón
is the armory of Huerta.

Enough guns
for Pancho Villa

to make a
hundred revolutions.

At Torreón,
Pancho Villa will give

to his General Ángeles
and to your Señor Aitken

their mucho,
mucho boom-boom,
fucking boom-boom!

Excuse me, sir.

Hmm?

You're attacking from here,
this is the east?

Sí.

You're firing
at the Federales
from the east?

Sí.

Is there any special reason
for that plan, sir?

Sí, because it's mine.

What?

Your camera is gonna shoot
into the sun, huh?

Your lenses
are not strong enough.

Nowhere near enough,
no, sir.

Maybe you can move
the cameras to the side,

this way the sun
can come across, huh?

Or...

Or what?
Vamos, hombre, habla!

Could you possibly
change your attack

so that you
fire from the west
instead of the east?

That would give us
a much better picture.

We kill them all
your way.

Tenemos un plan,

vamos a mover
el culo, tengo hambre.

Action, Señor Griffith?

Action.

Action.

Pancho:
Es la libertad!

Fuego!

Man:
Pancho Villa!
Pancho Villa!

The thing is it's always
easier for an army

to defend a position
than it is for one
to take it.

I suppose you're right.

It took the Turks 500 years
to capture Constantinople.

General, what's this?

Ah, Francisco,
if we fight the Federales

for a thousand years,
we cannot beat them

unless we
fight them this way.

By day we can win the battle,
by night we will win the war.

Vámonos.

But you always
must have known that.

Well, in the dark I can
smell the Federales' fear,

with fear comes defeat.

You never really intended to
honor our contract, did you?

My only contract
is always with Mexico.

Yeah, it's no choice.

It's better for Pancho Villa
to lose the movie

than to lose the revolución.

Echale, dinamita!

Oyeron muchachos,
fuego!

Andale.

Mira, one take.

- Sí, señor.

What the hell
was in there?

The Federales hide
the ammunition in the church.

This way they go to
heaven faster.

Plenty of light now,
Francisco?

( man singing
in Spanish )

Hello, sonny boy.

Hi, take some of this.

Thanks.

Got it?

Mm.

Freakin' rainwater.

That's all there is.

If you ask me,
God's been pissing in it.

Hell of a show the boss
put on last night, huh?

I didn't get one foot of it.

Well, there are
those days, kid,

there are those days.

Sorry, Sam.

Ah, don't worry about it,
you can take a Jew apart.

You can never
kill him altogether.

Used to aggravate
the hell out of my mother.

There's a law, you know,
anybody with a tattoo,

no Jewish cemetery will
let you get buried there.

As if it's going to
bother somebody

in the next grave, right?

Well, I can't tell
you how happy this is
gonna make my mother.

Luis Madriegal.

Charlie, set up fast.

This is the scene
we missed at Ojinaga.

Asesino, asesino,
criminal!

Criminal, asesino!

Asesino!

My God.

How could you?

Don't speak to me of God.

God has never
been to Mexico!

If He has been,
He has a heart of stone!

Go home, Frank.

All of you!

Go where to be born
is to be equal.

The children of Mexico
are not yet so lucky!

Llevensela!

Photographer:
Mr. Walsh.

Photographer #2:
One more.

Photographer #3:
Very still now.
Very still.

As far as I'm concerned,
two-reel films are a
thing of the past.

I can imagine a time when
five reels, six reels...

Frank:
It's not gonna be
an easy thing

to see for us
because we, uh...

Woman:
Oh, Mr. Griffith...

It's D.W. Griffith,
look.

Griffith:
Good evening.

Nice to see
you again.

Good evening.
Good evening.

Onward and upward,
that's the ticket.

Good evening.

Jack.

I want you to know
I fought against editing

that shot that way.

It means a lot to me
for you to understand that.

Well, I understand
the difficulty

in selling tickets
to see a hero

who mows down widows
in cold blood.

I even understand
the commercial need

to transform an outlaw
into an aristocrat...

or passing off
whores as loving wives.

And barefoot peasants
are entitled to freedom

only after they've
been properly dressed

for the occasion.

It's a process
of evolution.

It's the movies' turn

to make truth
the first casualty of war.

Is there a second?

Well, if that's the first,
who cares?

Why'd he kill her, Jack?

So coldly,
so brutally.

It's as though he killed
the whole revolution.

You know what it is
to say to a whole country,

"Let me make everything
that's wrong, right for you.

Let me carry you
all on my shoulders"?

Eventually, you begin
to resent the weight.

You'd never know that from
the movie I let it become.

Well, you'll find a way
to live with yourself.

You'll find a way to
live with Pancho, too.

You used
each other, Frank...

you two and Villa.

Together you proved
that the lens

is a hell of a lot
mightier than the sword.

Congratulations!
Congratulations!

Wonderful film!

Hey, sonny boy!

Sam Drebben.

My God.

Sit a minute,
park it.

Yeah, yeah,
careful, sweetheart.

She's got a bladder
like a faucet.

Watch what you say,

she thinks
I'm a paint salesman.

Yeah, yeah,
right, Ma.

Ice cream.

Okay, Ma.

Shades of Pancho Villa.

Oh, she's tougher,
believe me.

Got too good a look
at a Federale bayonet.

You don't still work
for him, do ya?

No, no, no, not since
after the revolution.

Funny guy, Pancho, gave me
a letter of reference.

He said Moses
should've used me
for a machine gunner.

Wrote it with
your pen, too.

Yeah, he was
pretty browned off
with you guys, you know?

He never did
get to see that movie.

Jack Reed said that
we made him look so good

that Washington held off
the idea of invading Mexico.

Be that as it may,
you welshed on him, kid.

I was there when you promised
him a print for the widows.

Remember, and the orphans,
remember?

Aitken is mad at him
for breaking the contract.

Yeah, like Aitken needed
an excuse to be full of shit.

Oh, some revolution.

The new fuckers are the same
as the old fuckers.

Big guys up here
still control everything

that's going on down there.

Both sides of the border
still scared shitless

Pancho's gonna come out
and start shooting again

because the revolution's
turned sour.

Want my two cents,
for what they're worth?

Mexico would be a hell
of lot better off

if God had taken
His goddamn oil

and shoved it
under Brooklyn.

Abraham:
"I wish very much
that you had been in Parral

for the christening
of my firstborn.

Anastacio Francisco,

named for my brother
and for you.

I hope he will
be proud to say one day

that he's a godson
of Pancho Villa."

Abraham:
"At the christening party,

the general was very much
as the general always was,

though some said later
he was more quiet,

more thoughtful.

They say he had
a premonición.

After giving my son
his medal

of the Virgin
of Guadalupe,

which many times over he would
say really belonged to you,

he started to drive
back to his hacienda grande

with his secretary
and two guards.

And then in
the center of Parral"...

Viva, Villa,
viva, Villa.

Viva, Villa.

Abraham:
"Some say the government
killed Pancho Villa,

some say
it was the gringos,

some say it was both.

The general was dragged away
like an animal.

Even in death,
they're afraid of him.

He's without a grave,
he has no tomb.

How will they
remember him, Señor Frank?

How will the sons of Mexico
remember our Pancho Villa?"

Man:
Viva, Villa!

Villa, viva!

Frank:
Following his assassination,

the name of Pancho Villa
was stricken

from all official
records, statues, monuments,

even children's books.

When the government
decided it was safe

to disinter his body,

it was discovered that someone
had stolen his head.

In 1976,
after half a century,

the remains of his remains
were laid to rest
in Mexico City

alongside other heroes
of the revolution.

Finally, he had been given
the funeral

he had always dreamed of.

As in the case
of his head,

the film,
"The Life of General Villa"

has been lost
to posterity.

If anything at all,

Frank Thayer remains
just a footnote in history.

No complaints,

it's not too bad being
the footnote to a legend.