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(cymbals clashing)

(whistling tune)

(energetic symphonic music)

(plane engine hums)

- [Voiceover] Make a line, ho!

(engine sputters)

(shouting in Spanish)

- Welcome, Señor.

May we remove the gun?

- Certainly, sergeant, you may.

- Okay.

- Captain Francisco Ramirez at your order, sir.

My general's compliments, sir.

- And mine to him, sir.

Lee Arnold.

- Hurry up, we haven't got all day!

My pleasure, Mr. Arnold.

Your health.

- And yours.

- Ten guns, my captain.

Prepare to move out!

- 20,000 pesos, in gold.

We need every gun we can get against this Villa.

- He really fights that well?

- He's a terrible fighter.

That's the trouble with him.

Pancho Villa crawls out from under his rock, shoots you

in the back, robs you, and then runs and hides again.

He's a menace to Mexico, believe me.

Captain.

- Group is all ready, sir.

- Do you suppose I could borrow a couple of your men

to get the wheel back on my plane?

I'd like to be able to take off.

- My regrets, Mr. Arnold, but my general has ordered me

to return with these guns as soon as possible.

First village south of us is Chupadero.

They have an excellent blacksmith.

He forged Caisson underpinnings for Villa,

so I'm sure he can help you.

My regrets, Mr. Arnold, but it's the best I can offer.

- I'll take it.

- One other thing.

The villagers, they're what we call Pacificos.

They don't fight for him, but they're sympathetic to Villa.

It would be wise not to tell 'em why you were here.

- [Voiceover] Group, forward, march!

- They won't hurt you, Mr. Arnold.

Just don't stay too long, that's all.

So, fix your airplane, come back, and fly for us.

Much more money!

Hah!

(rhythmic music)

(children playing)

- This is Mr. Arnold.

He's a gringo from El Paso.

He flies in the air and I taking him to the blacksmith.

He's a gringo from El Paso.

Fina, I am taking him to see your father.

(light sweet music)

And I am taking him to the blacksmith.

This is Mr. Arnold.

He's a gringo from El Paso

and I am taking him to the blacksmith.

- Ho...

I am the blacksmith.

- [Man In Pink Shirt] Mr. Arnold, this is Luis Gonzales.

- How do you do?

- [Voiceover] Move, hey, hey!

- Hey, get away from there.

You want it to bite you?

You have never seen an airplane before?

- Well, what do you think?

- Oh, I am sorry, Señor Arnold,

but nothing more can be done 'til tomorrow.

- But this isn't exactly my airplane, you see.

I just borrowed it, kind of, and if I don't get it back --

- Señor Arnold, do not worry.

You may not be at home, but tonight

you will be in your own house.

Come.

- But he'll come looking --

- Come, come, come, come.

(soft calm music)

- Something displeases you, Mr. Arnold?

- Oh no, everything's fine.

Thank you very much, just great.

- Coffee, Mr. Arnold?

- Please.

- Fina, coffee.

Cigarette.

- Allow me.

- Oh no.

Thank you very much.

- Juanito?

- It's all right.

You know, Mr. Arnold...

It's too bad you didn't have

engine trouble a little earlier.

You missed a great moment in the life of our village.

- Oh?

- Pancho Villa came here today.

- Well, I don't know much about him.

You know, from the states, he's just known as a bandit.

- No, no.

Pancho Villa is no longer a bandit.

- [Arnold] He's not?

- [Boy] No. - No, no, no, no.

He is fighting for the revolution.

The Colorados, they are trying to destroy the revolution.

They are trying to take away our President Madero.

- That's typical of the Colorados.

- (laughs) You are a wise man, Mr. Arnold.

Believe me, if you ever see soldiers

under a red flag, ride the other way.

The Colorados are the cruelest men in Mexico.

It's good?

- It's very good.

(laughs)

(light bouncy music)

(soft sweet music)

(anxious music)

(music lightens)

(curious music)

- Juanito, wake up.

Look!

Isn't that my shirt, floating down the river?

- Must be, those are my pants.

- Well don't just sit here, go and get them.

What do you expect to wear tomorrow, weeds?

(soft sweet music)

- Pull, burro, pull!

Pull!

It worked!

- Hey, hey.

(laughing)

- Yes, it worked.

Good, huh?

- Good?

It's better than good, it's the best.

- Ay, compadre.

- How can I pay you?

- Nothing!

You are my friend, you are my guest.

- Now...

Where I come from...

When you're a guest, you have to bring a house gift.

That's the way.

So...

For the house.

(laughing)

- Mr. Arnold, this is your house always.

- I believe I like that.

(horses galloping)

(rooster crows)

- Troop forward!

- Forward!

(anxious music)

- Colorados!

Stay upstairs, lock the door behind you.

Colorados!

Juan, no, no!

Listen...

I know what I have done for Villa.

One of us must die, but not both, not yet.

You understand me?

You promise your father.

Now hurry, run!

Hurry!

(fast anxious music)

(screaming)

(gun shot)

(screaming)

(shooting)

(yelling in pain)

(screaming)

(shooting)

(loud banging on the door)

(distant screaming)

- They say that you embraced the bandit Villa.

For Captain Ramirez, is there no embrace for him?

(screaming in pain)

Not so nice.

I warned you not to stay too long, didn't I?

Almost very lucky, but you'll still have to do it my way.

Take him, too.

Wait.

(pounding on door)

All right, women out.

(grunting)

- No(crying)!

- I don't have time to fool with you.

(screams)

(whimpering)

Maybe I...

Maybe I do have time.

- No!

No, no!

No!

(crying)

(screams)

- [Voiceover] Bring them over here!

The prisoners...

Bring them over here.

- Wait a minute!

Just a damn minute, soldier.

- [Voiceover] Come on, all of you, into the square.

Move, move.

(slow mysterious music)

(sighs)

- Too many guns.

- Tell it to Villa.

(drums beating)

(foreboding music)

(cheering)

(screaming)

(crying)

- All right, you stupid people.

Now we're gonna teach you a lesson.

You don't listen.

That's the trouble with you.

You're all asleep, your mind is somewhere else.

You don't listen!

So you've got to learn the hard way.

(choking)

- With your permission, my chief.

- Hmm?

- [Voiceover] The Colorado captain is hanging everybody.

If we don't move soon, there will be no one left.

- Not yet.

- You think your President Madero is such

a great man, all for the peons.

He's not for you.

We're for you!

- No!

(choking)

- I tell you, President Madero's a coward.

A coward who accepts the support

of a thief and a murdering bandit, Pancho Villa.

He's afraid not to!

(rhythmic music)

Why isn't your hero here to help you now?

I'll tell you why.

Because he's off robbing other peons, that's why!

They're both robbing you, you stupid people.

Why do you like people who rob you?

(choking)

These men up here...

You know what they are, don't you?

(humming)

They're traitors!

They do favors for Pancho Villa.

(crowd humming ''La Cucaracha'')

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

(yelling) What are you doing?

(humming gets louder)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

Now!

(fast victorious music)

(screaming in pain)

- Hold it.

(bell tolling)

(praying in Spanish)

Put Luis Gonzales on my horse.

Urbina!

- [Urbina] My chief?

- [Villa] Post sentries.

- [Voiceover] Excuse me, my chief.

What should we do with the officers?

- The officers?

Hang them.

(crying)

- The Colorado Captain Ramirez.

- The chief sends me to say your husband is in the church.

The chief sends me to say he

grieves with you for your husband.

And that your husband was a great heart.

I say this for myself, too, Señora Gonzales.

You, gringo.

- Who, me?

- Do you see any other gringos around here?

(horses approaching)

- Urbina.

- My chief.

- Read me what the guns say.

- ''Property of...

''Munitions Company of...''

(spits)

''El Paso''.

- You know...

I think somebody's been running guns to our enemies.

- [Urbina] Gringo guns.

- I think so.

Hey gringo!

You haven't seen a...

Gun-running son-of-a-bitch gringo around here, have you?

(horse approaching)

Say something, gringo.

- What can I say?

- Whatever is in your heart.

Raise your hands.

This is your heart.

Urbina.

- My chief?

- Put him with the Colorados.

- Please.

(chicken clucking)

- Quiet!

I am going to shoot you.

- [Together] No!

- Let me explain things.

You see this wall?

If you run real fast and climb

over this wall, you can go free.

(prisoners shouting)

Don't worry too much because I am a very bad shot.

Why are you nervous?

You think I'm going to shoot you?

- But you wouldn't want that, chief.

- If one Colorado gets over that wall because I don't

have a loaded gun in my hand, I will shoot you.

- Yes, chief.

- Three.

(prisoners mumbling)

(gunshots)

- No, no!

(speaks Spanish)

- Five this time.

- [Prisoners] No, no, no, no, no.

- No!

(gunshots)

- No, not me!

No.

- Five more.

- [Prisoners] No, no, no, don't!

- Chief, chief!

- Run.

Walk then.

- Wait, Fierro.

You know that airplane?

It could tell us where the Colorados are

before the Colorados know where we are.

- That's right.

And I'm the only one who can fly that airplane.

It can be very useful to you, very useful.

- Fierro?

You think the gringo wants to fly for us?

- I'll fly for you.

- I hope he can fly better than he can walk.

- I'll fly for you, but I want something.

- What?

- I want to blow his brains out.

- I don't think he'll let you do that.

- Well let these men go.

- All right.

How many?

- How...

All of them!

Their officers are dead, they can't hurt you.

They don't want to fight anymore.

- No.

Just one.

- One?

- One.

Pick him.

Go on, gringo.

It's your chance to save one life.

Go ahead.

- You pick him.

- Let one go.

- [Villa] Urbina!

A horse for the gringo.

(speaking Spanish)

- [Fierro] Five more.

(gunshots)

- You know, you amaze me, gringo.

You're around guns and you don't care

who gets killed, so long as you get

paid and you don't have to watch.

Must be a terrible thing to kill a man without hating them.

(gunshots)

(mariachi music)

(loud excited shouting)

Clear, clear.

Put it on the table.

Urbina!

- [Urbina] Yes, my chief?

- Get me some wire out of that piano.

- Yes, immediately, my chief.

Hey!

(piano wires snapping)

(slow melancholy music)

- [Villa] Where are you going?

- I've been told the villagers,

they will fight with you now.

- The women?

- The women, they will follow the men.

- You see?

Bring this outside, I'll get the mount ready.

- Yes, chief.

- What did he mean ''you see''?

- Well, it is like this.

My chief let the Colorados have their way

with the villagers for a while before we attacked.

- You mean to say he was here in time to prevent it?

- Well...

It is like this.

The villagers, they love my chief.

And they love Mexico.

But they didn't hate our enemies enough to fight.

And now they do.

Pablo, Miguel...

Antonio, out!

(soft calm music)

Ay-yay, I swear.

Ever since we been fighting, my horse gets more than I do.

- Your horse has more to offer than you do.

(screaming)

- Just a damn minute!

- Let her go.

- Ah, what the hell?

(screaming)

- You go outside and die.

Where are your manners?

- What happened?

- [Fierro] That one with a foul

mouth wanted her for his woman.

- So?

- [Fierro] She didn't want him.

I took care of it.

(crying)

- I'll tell you what happened.

While you were teaching the villagers to hate

this afternoon, she was being raped by Captain Ramirez.

So she doesn't want any man tonight.

It may just be possible that she

feels that no decent man wants her.

It wasn't just that soldier, you know.

It was you, too.

You're responsible.

You might just as well have raped her yourself.

- Urbina?

- [Urbina] Yes, my chief?

- Get a priest.

- [Urbina] What priest?

- Any priest, just get one.

- And so, my children...

I pronounce you man and wife.

(cheering)

- Urbina, Fierro, let's fix the cannon.

(upbeat music)

(galloping music)

- Good morning!

- [Villa] Not good.

- What?

- I said not good!

What's the matter with you?

Don't you understand the language of men?

Not good!

- Having a little trouble with the wife?

- This is my wife.

And my mistress.

And don't you forget it, gringo.

Plane ready?

- Plane's ready.

Is he always like that in the morning?

- My chief received a telegram.

He is not to attack Parral.

General Huerta is to attack Parral.

- But aren't they both fighting for Madero?

- Villa fights for Madero and Mexico.

Huerta, I think, fights for...

Huerta.

- Wait.

Fierro is going with you.

- What?

Now wait a minute, chief.

Not with...

Chief, it's tough enough up there as it is.

- Now you go up there alone, you could fly away.

You try that with Fierro, Fierro will shoot you.

- [Arnold] Oh?

And without a pilot, what's Fierro gonna do?

- Fierro will shoot you.

Fierro!

Fierro, you go with him.

- Nope.

- Fierro.

What do you mean no?

- I mean no.

No!

- Well why not?

- Because!

Because I don't think he is a good pilot.

- You're probably right.

But it doesn't matter.

- No?

- If he's no good, you shoot him and fly it yourself.

- Me?

- Why, any child could learn how to fly one of these things.

- Ah, you think so.

- Yes.

- You could fly this?

- Of course.

- Then fly it.

- Have you lost your mind?

You can't fly this thing.

- You teach me, now.

- Chief, it takes years to learn how to fly an airplane.

You could probably...

You'll crack up before you get it off the ground.

- You better hope I don't.

This machine is all that keeps you alive.

Teach good!

(anxious music)

- That's fine.

Now we're not worried about the magneto anymore, chief.

Now we're looking at the altimeter.

- The what?

- Altimeter.

- Altimeter.

- [Arnold] That's right.

- Altimeter, right.

Hurry!

- I'll tell you what, chief.

Let's try the whole thing one more --

- Now, gringo.

- Right!

(tense music)

All right, magneto set?

- Yeah.

(engine roars)

(engine sputters)

- Haha!

Viva villa!

(cheering and shouting)

Viva Villa!

(gunshots)

(victorious music)

(slow orchestral music)

- Don't do this!

I don't like it.

I will shoot you.

This is Parral and...

This is Parral.

This is where we are.

And right here...

There's a troop train full of troops coming toward us.

Maybe 400.

Who cooked this?

- Me, chief.

- No, you didn't.

- No, I didn't.

- Cook it.

- Yeah, chief.

- This is Parral, this is us.

And the train...

Headed north?

Yet, the Colorados know..

That Huerta is south.

Now they have to hold Parral to

control all the supply lines.

Yet they send a train full of troops on a ride,

not south toward Huerta, but north toward us.

It worries me.

- They are not afraid of Huerta.

- Worries me.

My orders say don't attack Parral, leave it to Huerta.

Huerta has an army in front of Parral,

yet he won't make a move to take it.

- The orders don't say you can't take the train.

- 400 Colorados.

- You're right, chief, that's too many.

- Too many?

Not with your help.

- My help?

No, no, chief.

I've done my job, it's all up to you from now on.

- Rawhide, pieces of iron, dynamite.

We light them, throw them at the enemy, baroom!

You're going to drop them on the Colorados.

From the air.

- No, no, no, chief.

Now let me explain something to you.

An airplane is not used for fighting.

It's just to determine the size

and the strength of the enemy.

- Who said?

- Well, uh...

It just isn't done, chief.

- Why not?

- Well, in the first place, you've got to light

those things in the air in an open cockpit.

- Smoke cigars.

- Well, even if you could do that,

they'd explode long before they hit the ground.

There's nothing you can do about that, chief.

- Yes there is.

Fly low.

- Chief...

I said I'd fly, not fight.

- What's the difference?

- About $20,000.

In order to do that, I've got to fly her real low.

They could knock me down with a rock.

That's a pretty expensive airplane.

- Why do you argue with him?

- It's always a question of money

with you, isn't it, gringo?

- I'm just like you, chief.

First the bandit and then, later, when I become

a big enough bandit, they might call me a hero.

An idealist, just like you.

- You'll get paid.

- How much?

- 25 pesos for every Colorado you kill.

- It's pretty cheap.

- Look, gringo, this is a cheap war.

Next year I'll have more money, we'll have a bigger war.

All right?

- Okay.

(train engine puffs)

(screaming)

(groaning)

- All clear!

Come on.

- [Voiceover] Open fire, rapido!

(airplane engine roars)

(dynamite sizzles)

(screaming)

- [Voiceover] Rapido!

(fast victorious music)

- [Voiceover] Viva Mexico!

(shouting)

(slow peaceful music)

- [Fina] Juanito.

- You, you, and you, over here.

Line up.

Go like this.

Good, good, very good.

It works.

Three more!

- Now we can take Parral.

- But, chief, with your permission,

didn't General Huerta say not to attack Parral?

- Not to attack Parral, he didn't say I couldn't go there.

Send a message to the headquarters in Parral.

We are under heavy attack by Pancho Villa.

Request permission to return at once.

Signed Jose Ochoa, Major commanding.

You saw what his plane can do.

I want you to make friends with him.

- His mother should have sat on him when he was born.

I don't like him.

- Do I like Huerta?

No.

But he's helping me win the war.

I think.

Hey, Fierro, I'm not asking you to marry him.

Just make him happy.

- We don't need him.

- No?

- No.

You could fly the plane.

- Me?

- Sure.

Any child could fly it.

(chuckles)

I will do what you say.

Jorge.

- Yeah, chief?

- Who cooked this?

- Me, chief.

- No, you didn't.

- No, I didn't.

- Cook it!

(train engine puffs)

(soft sweet music)

Hello, gringo.

(coins clink)

For you.

Villa says you did very well.

Is something wrong?

Isn't this what you fight for?

- Well, I don't fight for fun.

- Maybe you think it's not real.

Look.

It's real.

Very real, my friend.

- I may be a lot of things, but I don't

really believe I'm your friend.

- I'm trying to like you, gringo.

(train engine puffs)

- [Voiceover] Stop for inspection.

- Inspect your mother.

Switch us to the station immediately, Lieutenant.

- I'll switch you nowhere.

My orders are to inspect.

- Do that first, Pancho Villa will be

shooting furrows up and down your spine.

- Pancho Villa?

- Pancho Villa!

(shouting in Spanish)

(rhythmic music)

- [Together] Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

- Villa has taken Parral.

He didn't attack.

He didn't fire a single shot.

The city fell into his arms.

(chuckles) Like a woman.

Why do you look so unhappy, major?

This is a great victory for our country.

For President Madero.

For the revolution.

Is it not?

- Yes, my general.

- Then look happy.

- Colonel, detach your troop transport cars.

I want to be in Parral as soon as possible.

- But, General Huerto...

- Yes?

- With your permission, isn't it dangerous

to face Villa without your army?

- You think it's less dangerous to face Villa with my army?

The one predictable thing about Pancho Villa

is that he will obey President Madero.

And I hold orders from Madero.

- Yes, my general.

(upbeat dance music)

- Hey, gringo!

You get the money?

- I got it, yeah.

(cheering)

- Don't go, gringo, don't go.

Stay with me.

You fought well today.

What is your name, Señorita?

- My name is Emilita, my general.

- Emilita?

- Mm-hmm.

- Emilita and Pancho.

Sounds beautiful.

Think about it.

- Chief?

- You know I think I'm in love with you?

- [Urbina] Chief!

- But I have a man, my general.

- You're married?

- No.

- Hey, chief!

- Then it must be that he doesn't love you very much.

But I love you.

And I will marry you.

Urbina, get a priest!

(girls chattering)

You see, gringo, all women want to get married.

No matter what they say, right?

Now, you know and I know...

That these marriages don't mean a thing.

- I didn't know.

- But it makes them happy.

It's the eleventh time for me, I think.

The only thing I want to do is make them happy.

There's no harm in that.

- And, so now, my children, I pronounce you man and wife.

(cheering)

- [Voiceover] Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

- [Arnold] You really gotta hand it to that fellow, though.

Yes, sir, you've really got to hand it to him.

- Hand him what?

- Pancho Villa is a bandit, a bigamist, and a barbarian.

It takes more than dumb luck to

turn that into a national hero.

The chili picker's got brains.

I may have stepped in a manure pile,

but I just might come up with the golden horseshoe.

One of these days, that man's gonna own this country.

- He doesn't want to own the country.

- He doesn't?

- No.

He wants the people to own it.

- After all you've been through,

you still believe that he's for the people?

- He's a good man.

- How about me?

Am I a good man, too?

- Yes.

- Well I'll tell you one thing, honey.

I'm as good a man as Villa and that's not

saying a hell of a lot for either one of us.

- I don't care what you are.

(train engine puffs)

- [Voiceover] This is an outrage.

- This is an outrage!

- Why?

- Tell him to stand up.

- Stand up when you address the general, damn you.

- I am General Huerta, of Madero's Republican army.

Get Colonel Villa.

- Who?

- Colonel Francisco Villa.

He is to turn Parral over to me.

By order of President Madero, you understand?

Now where is Villa?

Get him.

(yelps)

- He's not here.

I will find him for you, though.

But I warn you he's very hard to find.

I will try.

- Come on.

You're taking me to Madero.

- What?

- Hurry up, get your pants on.

- How?

- Well first one leg, then the other.

- Where is Madero?

- Mexico City.

- Mexico...

What about the gasoline?

- Don't worry about the gasoline.

(fast upbeat music)

- Where is he?

- [Voiceover] In the anteroom, my president.

- Excuse me.

Pancho, my friend, congratulations.

Wonderful, wonderful!

Have you eaten, are you hungry?

- No, thank you, my president.

I'll eat later.

- Come with me.

(anxious music)

Well...

What is it?

- Don't make me do it.

- Do what?

- Don't make me give Parral to General Huerta.

- Pancho, this is dangerous.

- What is dangerous?

- Your conflict with Huerta.

- How can I have a conflict with him?

I haven't even see the man.

Nor did anyone else in Parral, until after I took the city.

Then he came.

- Came.

Pancho, please don't misunderstand me.

I'm happy you're here, very happy, but...

You have just created a terrible problem.

- Oh, you don't want Parral?

- Of course I do.

But when Huerta finds out that you've come directly to me...

He will think that you and I are plotting behind his back.

And that's dangerous.

- Who the hell is Huerta, anyway?

Did he win Parral?

No!

He's no good, he drinks.

He's not for you, just for himself.

Don't put me under his command.

- General Huerta is head of the Republican army.

What else can I do?

I gave him my word.

- What about your word to me?

Don't you owe me something?

I took Parral for you, not Huerta!

- No nation can have two armies.

- Under Huerta, one army is one too many.

- What is it that you have against Huerta?

- I don't think he's loyal to you.

- [Madero] Do you personally know that General

Huerta plans to overthrow the revolution?

- No, my president.

- [Madero] Has anyone indicated to you,

even by rumor, that he has such plans?

- No, my president.

- [Madero] Then what?

Come on, come on, come on, speak up.

- Get out of here.

Get back to your people.

- Facts, I want facts.

- Get out of this fancy palace.

- [Madero] Give me proof.

- I cannot give you proof, but I know.

I can smell it, I know.

- Pancho, do you think that...

That I'm betraying the revolution?

- No, but...

How can you trust Huerta and not me?

You are my president.

I ask you only one thing: don't trust him.

Everyone is not like you.

- My friend, it's very much better

that I die a fool trusting too much,

then live a tyrant, trusting no one at all.

Mexico's had enough of those.

(laughs)

Oh, Pancho, this is just like the ol' days.

Once again, I'm asking for your help.

It's essential to me to have your promise

that you'll obey General Huerta as you obey me.

- You're too good.

- That's neither here nor there.

Have I your promise?

- Yes, my president.

I promise.

- And so, gentlemen, tomorrow at first light,

we will initiate our attack on Conejos.

You, Colonel Villa, will have the honor

of leading your forces on the primary assault.

Major Ebanias will hold the right wing.

Major Escobar, the left.

This is the last Colorado stronghold in the north

and I want you to understand I will

not tolerate one step backward.

- Has anyone ever known me to take a step backward?

- Colonel Villa, there are other officers

in this room besides yourself.

Or don't you think so?

Now, since you're leading the attack,

don't you think it advisable to get

underway immediately, Colonel Villa?

- No.

- No?

(sighs)

No.

If I ride in daylight, the dust will give me away.

The enemy will know I'm coming.

I should ride at night.

- My dear colonel, you...

You are laying seeds to the town, not robbing it.

You will leave immediately.

(tense music)

Gentlemen, I fully expect Colonel

Villa's forces to do their duty...

To the last man.

Do I make myself clear?

(music swells)

(intense music)

(drums beating)

- Fire!

Center ho!

- [Voiceover] Come on!

(yelling in pain)

(shouting)

(horse whinnying)

- [Voiceover] Barbed wire!

Barbed wire.

- Let's go.

- Go?

Where?

- Can't you see?

Villa's going to be overrun.

- Of course he is.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Look at that city.

It's suicide flying over those guns.

You can shoot me if you want to.

I'm not going any place.

Not 'til we get some support from our own guns.

- You wait here, gringo, for me.

(gunshots)

(explosions)

(shouting)

- Retreat, retreat!

(cheering)

(distant shouting)

(explosions)

- Colorados are lining up the charge.

- Why aren't you flying with the gringo?

- He tells me it's suicide.

Unless we get artillery support, I think so, too.

- What are they waiting for?

Why don't they give me artillery support?

- That stupid artillery officer says

that he's got orders to wait for you to counterattack.

- Huerta.

Huerta is waiting for me to be overrun.

Urbina!

Spread your men, prepare for a calvary charge.

- Hyah!

- Well...

He couldn't have helped, anyway.

- [Voiceover] Charge!

(shouting)

- Continue the attack!

- Urbina.

We counter-attack.

(shouting)

- Come on back here!

Reform ranks.

- [Voiceover] Viva Villa!

(engine sputters)

(engine cuts off)

- Viva Villa!

(shouting in Spanish)

- Retreat!

(gunshots)

(battle music)

(upbeat victorious music)

- You still alive, hey, gringo?

- My general.

Villa's forces have secured the outer perimeter.

Our men are regrouping along secondary lines of defense.

- Villa in the trenches?

Well...

For once, it looks like we forced

the bandit into our kind of war.

(light upbeat music)

- [Voiceover] Viva Villa!

- [Voiceover] Through the wall!

(explosion)

- What is that coming from?

- [Voiceover] I don't know, my general.

(drums beating rhythmically)

(victorious music)

(grunts in pain)

(tense music)

(water splashes)

(screams)

(light upbeat music)

- [Crowd] Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

Viva Villa!

- [Voiceover] I'm sorry, my general.

We did everything but shoot him ourselves.

(knock on the door)

- Come in!

- Something wrong, Colonel Fuentes?

Speak up!

- General Huerta wants to see you at his quarters.

Immediately, Colonel Villa.

- All right, as soon as I finish my sweat bath.

- That's not soon enough.

- You must be crazy.

- What do you mean, ''That's not soon enough''?

- You're under arrest, Colonel Villa.

- I want to send a message.

- No, no, general --

- To President Francisco Madero.

Dear Mr. President...

The worst son-of-a-bitch in your army

has just arrested Pancho Villa.

He says he is going to shoot him in the morning.

If you don't do something about

changing Huerta's mind, I will.

Respectfully, Major Rodolfo Fierro.

What are you doing?

- Writing down the message, sir.

- You don't waste time writing.

Just send it the way I told you.

- Yes, sir.

(clicking)

- You make sure he keeps sending.

You tell Villa I sent a message to Madero.

But not to count on Madero, only on us.

You tell him if he gives the word, we will get him out.

The girl and your money will be in Chupadero.

We will all meet there.

- I want to see the general.

General, look --

Uh, pardon me.

Look, general, I lost my airplane in your war

and one of your officers promised to pay for it.

- Close the door.

Which officer?

- You know very well which officer, Colonel Villa.

Now if you don't mind, I'd like to see him

and get this matter taken care of.

- Ah yes, oh yes, yes.

Well very well, Mr. Arnold.

But, you neglect to mention one thing.

It seems the airplane wasn't yours to begin with.

Cognac, Mr. Arnold?

- I believe I would, yes.

- Orderly, a cognac for Mr. Arnold.

Now...

Tomorrow morning, you'll be provided with

a military escort to the American Consulate in Laredo.

From there, they will conduct you back to El Paso, where you

will answer to charges of grand theft, among others.

To your health, Mr. Arnold.

- I...

I don't suppose there's anything I can say that might...

- I'm afraid not.

I'm doubly sorry, Mr. Arnold.

I assure you, we appreciate all you

have done for the revolution, but you must

also appreciate how important it is that I...

My government, that is, maintain good

relations with the United States.

You can see that, can't you?

- Oh yes, I can see that.

- Well, good.

You are under arrest.

- Hey, gringo, that's me!

Learning pretty fast, pretty fast.

- Yeah, you're all right.

You'll be able to write your will before

they shoot your tail all over that parade ground.

You've got to know something I don't.

Answer me.

You made a deal with Huerta, huh?

- He won't let it happen.

- [Arnold] Oh, he won't?

How?

- [Villa] He won't!

- Chief, Madero is a long way from here.

As a matter of fact, he's in Mexico City.

Now, I know that you and Mr. Madero are the best of friends.

Nobody has any more respect for the man than I do.

But...

It wouldn't be the first time in this revolution

that somebody forgot to protect a friend, now would it?

- Gringo, you're dumb.

- All right.

I may be.

But you think about what I just said, huh?

(sighs)

- Madero won't protect me just because he's a friend.

- No?

- Of course not.

And to be shot, I have to be sentenced.

To be sentenced, I have to be tried.

To be tried, I have to be accused

of having done something wrong.

Now all this takes a long time.

Besides, I haven't done anything wrong.

But even if I had, Madero would protect me

because he wouldn't want a man to be deprived of his rights.

He won't stand for injustice.

So...

Huerta cannot shoot me tomorrow.

Now do you understand?

- Yeah, I understand.

I understand you're out of your mind.

Chief, look.

All you have to do is to get the word to your men

and they'll have you out of here, it's that simple.

- It's not that simple.

- Well, you can't fight for the revolution if you're dead.

- I'm fighting for it right now, here.

This is unjust, to deprive me of my liberty.

- Your liberty?

What's that?

- Liberty...

Is the respect for the rights of others.

That is what Benito Juarez said.

That is what Madero believes in.

That's what we've been fighting for.

Now, if I walk out of here without a trial,

I deny that and behave like a bandit.

- Well, just when have you stopped being a bandit?

What about that little caper up in Conejos the other day?

- Those men were traitors.

And Huerta knows it very well.

There's no point in talking about it.

- Well...

What about me, chief?

How 'bout me?

I'm one of your men, too, right?

Something happens to you, they may as well shoot me.

I'm deprived of 20 years of my liberty.

I've got nothing!

I've got no plane, no money...

I wind up with nothing.

- Gringo?

You never did have anything.

You have lived just for yourself.

Not for a cause, not even for a woman.

- Why you hypocritical, fat-headed greaseball...

Don't you tell me who I am!

- Hey!

- [Voiceover] What is it, Colonel?

- The gringo.

The gringo is mad.

(drums beating)

- [Voiceover] Hut!

- Stand here, Colonel Villa.

- [Voiceover] Let's go, hup!

Forward, march!

- [Voiceover] Forward, march!

Left, right, left, right.

Detail, halt!

Left turn.

Stand at ease!

- Important.

- Detail, a-ten, hut!

(drums beating)

Ready, hut!

- Now wait a minute.

- Take aim, hut!

- I said hold it!

- Order, arms.

At ease.

What is it, Colonel Villa?

- If I am going to be shot, I want it done by my own men.

- My Colonel, your men...

They've been sent to other units.

And some of your officers, they are under temporary arrest.

Major Fierro is wanted for murder.

Believe me, it wasn't my idea, my chief.

- [Huerta] Colonel Fuentes?

- Yes, my general.

- Colonel Villa commands nothing now.

Certainly not your firing squad.

Carry out my orders.

- But why?

You have to tell me why.

- Detail, la-ten, hut!

- I am Francisco Villa.

I cannot be killed for nothing.

- [Fuentes] Ready, hut!

- If you are going to shoot me,

you're going to sentence me first.

Even if I have to choke it out of you.

- Stop him!

Or you'll all be shot.

- This is wrong.

You know this is wrong!

Madero sent word!

- Who said?

- I do.

- Colonel Villa...

Are you going to stand and take

your execution like a Mexican?

Or shall I have you shot on the ground?

(tense music)

- Hey, boy.

Come here.

Keep this.

- Forgive me, my general.

- For what?

Be a good boy.

Shoot straight.

Go on!

- Detail, a-ten, hut!

Ready, hut!

- Stop.

- ''The prisoner is to proceed on the heavy escort

''directly to Mexico City, where he will face

''a full inquiry regarding the Conejos hanging

''and whatever subsequent court-martial

''proceedings deemed necessary.

''Francisco Madero, Presidente.''

The prisoner is to talk to no one.

He's to be denied bed, and food, and barber.

And if he escapes, responsible

officers and men will be shot.

- The prisoner, left turn, march.

(light bouncy music)

- Hey, boy.

(upbeat music)

- Say, how would you fellas like to make some money?

No, really.

I'm rich, you know, very rich.

- If you are so rich, how come you've been to jail?

- Rich gringos don't go to jail.

Sometimes, they die.

But they don't go to jail.

- I'm not rich.

Shoot, I just flat lied to you.

Just want to see my girl, that's all.

She lives right up here in Chupadero.

I'll probably never see her again.

- Go to Chupadero.

(upbeat bouncy music)

(children chattering)

- Fina?

Fina!

Where are Fierro and Urbina?

- The hills.

Huerta's men are everywhere.

- Where's the money?

- Here.

- I don't suppose you gentlemen could

give us a moment alone, could you?

- For just a minute, gringo.

We'll be right outside.

- Just in case you need us.

- Okay, where is it?

Honey, look.

Villa's in jail in Mexico City.

I'm trying to stay out of jail in El Paso.

All I want's what they owe me.

Now come on, let's hurry.

- They told me that some of that was

to be used for the revolution and Madero.

- I'm taking it all.

Well, I can't just stand here and count it, can I?

Say I leave it.

You know what they use it for?

To shoot up a lot of peons who couldn't

care less which dog is on top, anyway.

You don't want that, do you?

- Say goodbye now, gringo.

- Look, I...

I'll try to come back as soon as

I get this straightened out.

- What for?

You have what you want.

Go, find someone else.

I will.

- [Voiceover] Come on, gringo, let's go.

(door closes)

(slow somber music)

(patriotic music)

- Howdy, Lee.

- Hey, Dave.

What's doin'?

- Nothin' much.

Get this fuzz off me, will you, partner?

Oh hey, did you hear what just happened down in Mexico?

- What's that?

- President Madero.

They shot him up.

- Kill him?

- They sure did.

One of his own generals, too.

General Huerta.

And you know who's the new president of Mexico?

The same General Huerta.

Pretty funny games they play down there, huh?

- What about Villa?

You hear anything about him, Pancho Villa?

Yeah, yeah, he escaped from jail in Mexico City.

Huerta has practically his entire army looking for him.

Must want him pretty bad, huh?

- Yeah, I guess he does.

- [Dave] Hey, Lee?

Lee, is this Villa a friend of yours?

- Yeah, I know him.

(orchestral music)

- Well, and then I had to find something

to wear with the new jeweled collar daddy bought me.

And I was so worried about finding exactly the right thing.

Well in El Paso, especially.

But then I saw this gown.

It was in a little shop right catty-corner

from the hotel, of all places.

Oh, it's marvelous.

It's pitch-black velvet, yards and yards of it.

The bodice is all studded with

garnets and oh, I just love it.

It feels so...

So sensuous.

Don't you just love velvet?

- Very much --

- Of course, it was outrageously

expensive, but I just had to buy it.

Anyway, daddy says there's gonna be a war

in Europe soon and the price of beef

will go up and so we'll be very rich.

Lee, darlin'?

Those men, they're annoying me.

- Huh?

- Over there.

- Lee, darlin', turn around.

You don't mean to say you know those people?

- Do you know Mr. Arnold?

Oh, very well.

One moment please.

I'm terribly sorry to bother you,

Mr. Arnold, but those men --

- It's all right, Eugene.

- [Eugene] Yes, sir.

- You're not gonna invite them to this table.

- [Arnold] Hello, chief.

- Hello, gringo.

- How are ya?

- Good.

- We missed you.

- You in town for long?

- I don't think so.

We're getting ready to go home now.

We'd like you to come with us.

- And do what?

- What do you mean ''do what''?

Take it.

Get rid of Huerta.

You see, we thought...

With our money that you've been

keeping for us, we would buy guns.

- Now wait a minute, chief.

Wait a minute!

That's all over, can't you see that?

The revolution is finished.

You gave it your best shot, chief,

but after all, Huerta is sitting in that palace

and Madero is dead, and there's no way in

the world you three are gonna change that.

No way!

- We would like our money, gringo.

- (yelling) I wouldn't give you a...

I wouldn't give you a dime.

What for?

You go down there and shoot up a lot of your own people

just so some other dictator can call himself president?

- Madero was no dictator.

- Pancho?

Don't argue with him.

Shoot him and let's go.

- No.

No, we don't do that anymore.

Well...

Goodbye, gringo.

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, chief.

What are you going to do?

- First, take Mexico City.

Then find another Madero.

(soft slow music)

- I want you to know that I have

never been so humiliated in all my life.

To leave me here, sitting alone.

And in front of all El Paso --

- Marsha, do me a favor, will ya?

Just shut up.

May I have the check, please.

(upbeat bouncy music)

- I'd like to write you a receipt, Mr. Elmore.

How much for the horses?

- Uh, go ahead and be my guests.

Get on those horses and go.

- No, we pay.

When I get to Mexico City, I'll send you the money.

How much?

- Well...

If that's the way you feel about it...

How about $35 for all of 'em?

Everything, the whole kit and caboodle.

- Not enough.

$35 each.

You'll be hearing from me.

- Pancho Villa.

(light peaceful music)

(airplane engine)

(music quickens)

- [Voiceover] Ha-ha, yee-ha!