All language subtitles for The.Soul.Of.Nigger.Charley.1973.srt - eng(2)

(crickets chirping)
(birds chattering)

- Here comes Collins.
- Food.

They've got food down here.

(hooves clopping)
(indistinct chatter)

(horse blowing)
(Collins panting)

- Said they didn't have
enough to feed themselves,

let alone all of us.

- So, they gave us nothing?

- That's right, Colonel.

Nothing.

- Sergeant Foss, mount 'em up!

- You heard the Colonel.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

(hooves clopping)

(crickets chirping)

- A couple of niggers working
in the saloon, Colonel.

(gun clicks)

- The General wants these niggers alive.

(hooves crunching)

- Know you are trouble, boy.

You ain't got used to being a slave again.

(Collins yells)

(hooves clopping)

(wheels rattling)

(hooves drumming)

- Ruth, you and the boy get back inside.

Hurry!
- No, no Benjamin,

I'm gonna stay with you here.
- Do as I say!

(hooves drumming)

(footsteps tapping)

(hooves drumming)
(guns booming)

(body thuds)

(townspeople screaming)
(body thuds)

(horse neighs)
(guns booming)

(body thuds)

(guns booming)

(towns people screaming)
(guns booming)

(guns booming)
(horse neighs)

(footsteps tapping)
(gun booming)

(man groans)
(body thuds)

(guns booming)

(man groans)

(horse neighs)
(gun booming)

(wheels rattling)

(guns booming)

(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(horse neighs)

(Ruth screaming)

- Benjamin! (crying)

- Shut up, old woman!

(Ruth wailing)

Are these the niggers
you mentioned, Collins?

- That's right, sir.

(Ruth crying)

Are any more of you around, old woman?

- NO-

No. (whimpering)

(Ruth sobbing)

(Ruth whimpering)
(hooves crunching)

(gun clicks)

(gun booming)

(body thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(Ode screaming)

(horse snorts)

(man groans)
(horse neighs)

- Get him!

- Hold on to him.

Don't let him get away now.

- Collins?

Teach that nigger a lesson!

- Get that nigger, kill him!

- Hurt him.

- Get him!

- Get that black nigger!
— Pull him!

(soldiers yelling)

- Get him!
- Get him!

(plank thuds)
(hooves tapping)

(soldier laughs)
(soldiers yelling)

- Sergeant Foss.
- Yes.

- Assign of detail to
stake this bastard out

for the blizzards.

Prepare the troop to move out.

- Okay, Stevens, Tracy,
keep that nigger clown.

The rest of you, come on, move out!

- Move out.
- Move out.

(footsteps crunching)

(horse snorts)
(fire crackling)

- Move, move, move!
- Move out.

(hooves drumming)
(soldiers cheering)

(fire whooshing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(upbeat dramatic music continues)

(soft suspenseful music)

(hooves crunching)
(soft suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)
(hooves crunching)

- Jesus, Charley!

(horse snorts)

I wonder what happened here.

- Looks like some sort of massacre.

Check that building out.

(hooves clopping)

(footsteps crunching)

(footsteps tapping)

(horse snorts)

(footsteps tapping)

(horse snorts and neighs)

- Everybody in there is dead. (pants)

- Check that one.

(footsteps tapping)
(door squeaks)

(fire crackling)

Couldn't have happened more
than an hour ago, Tobe.

Body's still warm.
(gun clicks)

(Marcellus knocking)

(hatch rattling)

" Charley!

- It's a kid.

- Hey, hey wait.

- Mommy, daddy.

Daddy. (sobs)

- This must be his folks, Tobe.

(Marcellus crying)

Come on, come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's all right.

Who did this?
- The bad men.

- Come on, it's all right.
(Marcellus crying)

Come on, it's all right.
(Marcellus crying)

We'll take care of you, it's all right.

(Marcellus crying)

It's all right, it's all right.

It's gonna be all right, son.

It's gonna be all right.

_

(Marcellus crying)

- Come on, come on.

- Charley, I think we better...

(Marcellus crying)

- Do me a favour, son.

Wait for me right here.

(Marcellus crying)

(footsteps crunching)

(footsteps crunching)

What's your name, son?

- Marcellus, Marcellus Lee.

- Marcellus Lee.

That's a good slave name.

- I ain't no slave.

- That's right, son, neither are we.

- My name Toby, that there is Charley.

- Charley?

Nigger Charley?

- Yeah, I'm Nigger Charley.

- He ain't Nigger Charley.

- No, he's Nigger Charley, honest.

- He's lying.

You ain't Nigger Charley.

Nigger Charley wouldn't let this happen.

You could have stopped it,

why weren't you here? (whimpering)

- Let's mount up, Tobe,
I'm taking him with us.

(soft brooding music)
(horse snorts)

(brooding music continues)
(hooves clopping)

(suspenseful music)

- He is still alive.

(rope rattling)

You know him?

- There's a Selma 1O miles
back, they had a doctor.

- For horses and cows.

- I'll get the pack mule.

- First Marcellus and now him.

We're gonna end up with a whole family.

Jesus!

(hooves crunching)
(soft suspenseful music)

(chickens clucking)
(cow mooing)

(horse neighs)

(cow mooing)

- Lorry, look at the men.

(soft suspenseful music)

(hooves clopping)

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

- Got a man here, hurt.

Take a look at him?

(chickens clucking)
(cow mooing)

- He likes me.

- How come you know Nigger Charley?

- What do you mean how
come I know Nigger Charley?

He's my friend.

- He was here yesterday
but you wasn't with him.

- He went to get me.

Some bad men where after
me and he gunned him down.

- Gunned them down, who?

- Bad people.

- You saw him do it?

- Of course I saw him do it.

Six of them.

Bam, bam, bam!

Dead before they hit the ground.

- Six of them?

- Six, he's Nigger Charley, ain't he?

- They captured you a few clays ago?

- Three days, three towns ago.

Anybody don't give them food and money,

well, you saw.

- This Colonel's name.

You said it's Blanchard?

- Blanchard the Butcher.

Everybody knows him.

- Him and his men.

His own troop of cavalry.

The same men that served
him during the war.

- And they're headed to Mexico?

- They got to meet a train first.

- A train?

- A train, I don't know why.

- Please, thy friend needs rest.

- Ode, that's your name?

What the hell kind of name is that, Ode?

- The name my daddy give me.

- [Toby] Well, what's it mean?

- It means Ode, what
else do it have to me?

- Ain't you got a last name?

- My daddy was a black man.

My mom was Comanche.

I never had no need for no last name.

- Who's Colonel Blanchard?

- Colonel Blanchard is General
Hook's second in command.

- General who?

- General Marcus Hook.

Living in Mexico with some 100 people

of the former Southern aristocracy.

He has promised them a
restoration of the Confederacy.

- I suppose it could happen.

- Over my dead body.

- Blanchard makes
occasional expeditions north

for finances and slaves.

- Slaves?

- That's where they were
taking Ode, to be a slave.

- In his Mexican fort, General
Hook keeps many blacks,

slaves, just as before the war.

I must return to thy friend.

Some rest, some nourishment.

He will quickly be good as new.

(Tobe sighs)

- Jesus, slaves!

- I wonder if the black
man ever will be free.

Marcellus!

(footsteps tapping)

(cow mooing)
What you doing over there?

- I told 'em me and you were old friends.

(Tobe laughs)

- Well, ain't we?

(both laughing)
(cow mooing)

- You know there was a time

anybody said they was your friend,

bang, it's the end.

- Well, there's an important
lesson in that boy, Toby,

a very important lesson.

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

There are black men still in slavery

and I'm saying we gotta help 'em.

- We're saying we don't want no trouble.

We are free now we wanna live to enjoy it.

- Those slaves in Mexico,

what the hell are they enjoying?

- You talk good Mr, Nigger Charley.

But there's plenty of talk
about you with that gun

and how you do so much killing with it.

Well, we don't want to kill

and we don't want to be killed.

We want to be left alone to live.

- Is that how you feel?

- He feels how I tell him to.

- But mom, that ain't-
- Hush up!

- How long you been a Smitty, Jason?

- Near about as long as I can remember.

- I used to be a Smitty.

The man who owned me promised
to make me free when he died.

But that promise wasn't kept.

So Toby and me, we ran,

all the way from Virginia

and we had to keep running to stay free.

Sometimes we had to kill.

So, now we are free.

Well, that ain't so.

We ain't free and ain't none
of us ever gonna be free

as long as there's a single black

man that's still a slave.

- You got to listen to Charley.

No

No, they don't.

They got to do what they think is right.

- [Woman] Ma, there's somebody coming!

(footsteps tapping)
(cow mooing)

- Come a long way?

- We heard some of our people were here.

- You folks look tied,
come, have some supper.

- These yours?

- Mine.

- You want our life stories
before we eat or can it wait?

- Lady's got quite a temper.

- She's quite a woman.

(footsteps tapping)

- Have a seat.

(plate taps)

- I'm Lee Travis.

- Lee, that's my name.

We related?

- [Lee] We all related.

- [Charley] I'm Charley Tyler.

- He's Nigger Charley.

- This is Marcellus,

that's William.
- William.

_ TobY-
_ TobY-

- Fred.
- Fred.

- What's the lady's name?

- The lady's name is Elena.

- [Ma] You can talk later.

Right now you need some
food ancl a night's sleep.

- Ain't nobody gonna sleep tonight.

That's what we came to tell you.

They're only a few hours away.

- Who's a few hours away?

- Three hours, no longer.

We'll be in out of that
holy roller settlement

in three hours.

- Colonel, that train
comes in the railhead

sundown, clay after tomorrow.

- Plenty of times, Sergeant.

Plenty of time.

Well hell, Collins will never forgive us

if we didn't pay those Quakers a visit.

Right, Collins?

- It's the General who
wouldn't forgive you, sir.

He wants all the niggers we could get.

- Live niggers, Collins, live niggers.

(hooves clopping)

- That's what I'm talking about.

You gotta defend yourselves.

- I do not believe men will
harm those who do them no harm.

- 1o miles from here,

there's a town that
didn't do them no harm.

There ain't a person alive there.

- In any case, our religion
forbids us taking up arms.

- How about staying alive?

Your religion forbid that too?

- Even if we wish to take
up arms, we have none.

- Then use knives, rocks, anything.

- We help you.

- God protects our people.

- I'm glad he protects your people,

'cause he sure don't do
too good a job with ours.

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

- God's gonna protect them.

But this new freedom of yours,

look like you going to
have to fight to keep it.

- What do we fight with?

Our bare hands?

- I got a rifle, anybody
know how to use it?

- I know how.

We gotta fight, mom.

It's the only way.

- Charley and me, that's two extra rifles,

that makes five.

- I know how to shoot.
- Me too.

- Shovels.

Round up some shovels, Tobe.

(cow mooing)

- Shovels?

(shovel scraping)

(pickaxe grating)
(shovel crunching)

Charley, you sure it's all worth it,

just to be free niggers?

(upbeat dramatic music)

(shovel crunching)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(shovels crunching)
(pickaxe grating)

- Soak it down good, boys,

soak it down.

(liquid tricking)

Let's move the tools out.

What do you think, Tobe?

Think it's gonna work?

- [Toby] I swear for God hope so.

- Alright, let's get some
more hay in this hole.

I think it's gonna work, Toby,

we got a chance, boys,
but we gotta make it work.

Lee, we need those extra
rifles in your saddle.

Take the loft.
- All right.

- Give those rifles to Ashton and Abraham.

Abraham, you take behind the well,

Ashton, you get the roof.

Jeff, you get behind
the barrel over there.

- It's all right ifl go with Ode?

- Yeah, Tobe, go ahead.

Hey, Fred, you get behind the tent.

- Gotcha.

- Jason, Miles, get behind
the Waggon over here.

(door squeaks)
(crickets chirping)

Lee, this will be your position.

(crickets chirping)

- Coffee?
- Yep.

(floor squeaks)
(footsteps crunching)

- Where you folks from?

- Where are we going?

That's a better question.

Right, Elena?
- Right?

- You came to warn us about Blanchard.

How come you staying?

- How come you are?

- Yeah, Charley, that's the
best question of 'em all.

- You're real good at
making coffee, ma'am.

- I'm real good at everything.

- [Man] They coming, Charley.

- All right Lee, here we go.
(guns click)

(footsteps crunching)

(crickets chirping)
(footsteps crunching)

(door closes)
(can clatters)

(crickets chirping)
(footsteps crunching)

(gun clicks)

Jason, Miles, make sure they
all in before you light up.

(crickets chirping)

(gun clicks)

(Jason spits)
(gun clicks)

(hooves drumming)

(suspenseful music)

(soldiers cheering)
(hooves drumming)

(guns booming)
(horses neighing)

(soldiers cheering)
(guns booming)

(horse neighing)
(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(man groans)

(man grunts)

(guns booming)

(man grunts)

(guns booming)

(water splashes)
(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(body thuds)

(guns booming)

(gun clicks)

(guns booming)
(horse neighs)

(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(hooves clopping)

(Collins grunts)
(tent tears)

(Collins gasping)
(guns booming)

(guns booming)
(man grunts)

(body thuds)
(guns booming)

- Regroup

Regroup

- Come on, regroup!

(guns booming)

(gun clicks)

(man grunts)

Regroup

(both grunting)
(guns booming)

(horse neighs)

(guns booming)

(man groans)

(guns booming)

(fire crackling)
(hooves clopping)

(guns booming)
(body thuds)

(man screaming)
(fire roaring)

(suspenseful music)

(gun booming)

(melancholic music)

(hooves tapping)
(soft melancholic music)

- I am sorry.

(footsteps crunching)

- Come on, you nigger bastard.

Kill me and get it over with.

(man groans)

- Tie him to the stake, Ode.

Leave him like they left you,

so Blanchard will find him in the morning.

- Blanchard won't be back.

— Why?

- He ain't got time.

He's gotta be at the
railhead at Silver Rock,

by sundown clay after tomorrow.

- To meet the train?

- What's on that train?

(man whimpers)

- Gold.

$100,000 Worth 0f it.

- $100,000?

- And they're taking
this gold into Mexico?

For Hook?

- Yeah.

(crickets chirping)

- We got 10 clead, Colonel, seven wounded,

two of 'em pretty bad.

Two missing.

- That big nigger, one in the buck's skin...

Who is he?

- He's Nigger Charley.

- Nigger Charley.

- Ode, how far is it
from here to Silver Rock?

- It's about 100 miles.

- Charley, you're not thinking

what I think you're thinking.

Charley, not only do
Blanchard have 1O times

as many men as we do, but
maybe a half a clay start.

Maybe 40 miles.

- Yeah, that's right, Toby, on the trail.

- Well, how else we gonna get there, fly?

- Not fly, Toby, climb,

over the hills in a straight
line to Silver Rock.

What's this, Ode?

- [Ode] That's the water tower.

- Water tower?

Train gotta stop there, don't it?

- For wood and water.

- How far is the water
tower from Silver Rock?

- N0 more than about 30 miles.

30 miles.

So, if we leave at daybreak,

we can reach the water tower
just about time the train does.

- Over the hills?

— [Charley] Right.

- You know how high them hills are?

- We're gonna buy some slaves, Toby.

We going to buy Hook's
slaves with his own money.

- Oh Jesus!

- Now, look, here's the plan.

The water tower is 30
miles from Silver Rock.

Now, we meet the train at the water tower.

We take the gold,

we buy the slaves.

Now, we're gonna need some help.

- We're gonna need some wings.

- I'll go.

- Me too.

- I ain't gonna let Fred go alone.

- You can count on me.

- Me too.

- You can count on me, Charley.

- Toby, we got us an army.

A goddamn army.

All right, men, we'll leave a daybreak.

- I'll be ready, Charley.

- You ain't going.

- You wouldn't go without me.

- You'll be all right.

They'll take good care of you here.

- Don't leave me here.

- You'd be in the way, I don't want you.

- Please Charley,
please, take me with you.

Please, don't leave me here.

Please, please. (crying)

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music)

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music)

(soft beat music continues)

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music)

- Ain't that something?

- You can just turn right around

and go right back where you came from.

- I didn't leave nothing back there.

(hooves crunching)

- Come on, sucker. (laughs)

Ah, let's go. (laughs)

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music)

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music continues)

- Let's make camp here.

Fred, get us a fire started.

(hooves clopping)
(soft beat music)

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Good place to spend the night as any,

if we don't come across any rattlers.

- Rattlers?

- Eh, don't worry.

I never seen any more than this big,

but Tarantulas.

- Tarantulas?

- I hope you'll be comfortable.

- Yeah, they bite bad.
- I will.

- But you almost never die.

- You ain't shy about...
- About what?

- About things.
- What things?

- Yeah.

(footsteps crunching)

(crickets chirping)

- Yeah, that nigger
sure did the job on us.

- They're just tired,
Colonel, they need rest.

- Crack of dawn, Sergeant, we move out

ancl keep that stupid bastard away from me.

- Yes, sir.

(soft beat music)

- I wouldn't think anything so beautiful

could live out here.

- A lot of beautiful things live out here.

- They don't stay beautiful.

Not for long.

- Sure they do.

If they're taken care of right.

- Ancl of course you're just the man

to take care of them, right?

- I think so.

(gentle romantic music)

(lips smacking)

(gentle romantic music)

- I'm sorry.

(gentle romantic music)

It's not you,

it's me.

Lee's not even cold in the ground yet.

And here I am in another man's arms.

(footsteps crunching)

- I understand.

- No, you don't understand.

I didn't love Lee.

(melancholic music)

Before the war, I worked in the house.

You know what it means
when a good looking woman

is a house nigger?

And the master sure do like
them good looking women

and his friends too.

After the war, I lived in New Orleans,

you do anything to stay alive
and I did it all, all of it.

Then I met Lee.

All I wanted was to be
somebody, to belong.

I thought out here a person
could have a second chance.

Make a fresh start.

(melancholic music)

Lee quit the army for me,

he deserted.

He knew I didn't love him

and it didn't matter.

- He was a good man.

He was there when you needed him.

- Yeah.

My next man, I have to love him.

- I hope you will.

- I will.

(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)

(horse neighs)

(horse neighs)

(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)

(footsteps crunching)
(crickets chirping)

(tense suspenseful music)

- Charley.

- It's Marcellus.

- Jesus, Jesus!

(gentle pensive music)

- You know how close
you come to being shot?

- I fell off my horse and hurt my ankle.

- Get his shoe off.

- Yeah, let me have a look at it.

(gentle pensive music)

(Marcellus whimpers)

How'd you know where to find us?

- Ijust followed the track, it was easy.

- Easy?

- I'm hungry.

- He's hungry.

(Toby laughs)

Come on.

- I've come a long way, didn't I, Charley?

- Yeah.

- Too far to go back?

- Yeah.

(tense suspenseful music)

- We better get these men to
a cloctor pretty soon, Colonel.

- Yeah, you gotta admit it.

That nigger sure was smart.

- That nigger was smart?

That what do you think?

- Well, yes, sir, you
got admitted, Colonel.

(fist thuds)
(man groans)

(hooves clopping)

- Leave him!

- Colonel Blanchard, sir.

(man whimpers)

- Take his horse.

- We leave him he's going to die.

- Oh, he won't die, Sergeant,

some smart nigger will
come along ancl save him.

- I'm blind, help me!

Help!

I can't see, I'm blind.

Colonel Foss, help!

Help me.

Help.

I'm blind, I can't see, I can't see!

He"? me!

Please, help me.

I can't see.

Help me.

Please, help me.
(body thuds)

(soft suspenseful music)

(horse neighs)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(horse snorts)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Goddamn, we made it.

- Didn't you think we would?

That's a mighty pretty sight, Toby.

(soft suspenseful music)

(hooves crunching)

- Well, I'll be goddamned.

(horse groans)
(hooves crunching)

- Charley, they all over the place.

- I ain't got any work for any of you,

except maybe the woman here.

- Just what kind of
work can you do, ma'am?

- I don't cook.

- [Charley] She don't cook.

- Ancl I ain't never clone no heavy work.

- No heavy work?

How about light work, ma'am?

- Well, now just what kinda
light work would that be, sir?

- She don't want no job.

- Well, I ain't got any
work for any of you anyway.

- But I got dinner if you're hungry.

- We're hungry.

- Then come and get it then.

(horse snorts)

(Charley exhales deeply)

- Thank you for inviting
us to dinner, sir.

- Pleasure.

J' Nobody knows the trouble I see J'

J' Glory, hallelujah J'

J' Nobody knows the trouble I see J'

I Nobody knows my sorrow J'

(man laughs)

- Brother, Roy, you show
are one hell of a cook.

A genius.

- What's a genius?

- Anybody who can make bacon
and beans taste this good.

- My ma can make 'em this good.

- Hey, hey, come on, come on.

- This Colonel you've been talking about.

He's the one that did that?

- Yeah, Blanchard the Butcher.

- Ancl he is running to meet
the train with the gold on it?

- Except that we're gonna
get there a little sooner.

- $100,000.

- Ain't that much money
in the whole world.

- If it ain't, somebody
sure been sweet talking me.

- What you gonna do with all that money?

- He already told you, Lloyd.

They go into Mexico to fight the General

that keeps 'em slaves.

- Now we ain't gonna fight nobody,

we're gonna take that gold
and use it to buy slaves.

- Suppose the General don't wanna sell.

(horse neighs)

- Then we fight.

- Nine of you, a woman and a boy

and you're gon' to fight?

Yep

- Too bad you ain't got
more men and horses.

(tense suspenseful music)
(hooves drumming)

(tense suspenseful music)

(horse neighs)
(hooves crunching)

(wind swooshing)
(horse neighs)

- Okay, now the Water
Tower's about five miles west

and about 10 miles south of there.

- There is something else, Bandidos.

The minute we cross the border,

we in Bandido territory.

They ride outta this
little town, San Miguel.

- San Miguel?

(wind swooshing)
(map crunching)

Looks like we gotta go through San Miguel

to get through Las Casas, where Hook is.

- With $100,000 in gold?

- This is Silver Rock, huh?

- Right over that rise there.

(map crunching)
(wind swooshing)

- What's in this town?

- Last time I was there, was a feed store,

a saloon, and the mine,

shaft's been down about 10 years.

- Mind shaft.

Any people ever go in this mine?

- Too dangerous.

- All right, you go back,

you tell Marcellus and
Eleanor to go with you

to Silver Rock.

The rest of us are going
to the water tower.

(hooves clopping)
(soft suspenseful music)

(horse neighs)
(horse snorts)

(horse snorts)
(footsteps crunching)

- How do you know that
water attendant is alone?

How do you know he ain't got
a whole family over there?

- Well, that's what you're
gonna find out, Toby.

- I heard about you niggers,

shooting up the whole countryside,

acting like you owned it.

- Niggers with guns?

- Niggers with guns is
like Indians with whiskey.

- Worse.

- I wouldn't do that.

- Are you alone?

- Who'd wanna live with
a nasty old man like him?

- Train's coming.

(tense suspenseful music)

- All right, Tobe, do your stuff.

(tense suspenseful music)

(horn blaring)
(tense suspenseful music)

(horse neighs)

(tense suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music)
(horn blaring)

(tracks rattling)
(suspenseful music)

(gun rattling)
(tracks rattling)

(tracks rattling)
(tense suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(logs clunking)

- Who the hell are you?

- Who, me?

I'm the new helper.

- Or where's Gordner?

- Where's who?

- Gordner.

Something wrong with your hearing, boy?

- Oh, Gordner, he's all tied up.

- Hurry up, boy

We're clue with the railhead in two hours.

(logs clunking)

- Hey, what's going on here?

- It slipped.

- Yeah?

- Wanna know something?

- Yeah.

- Your flys open.
(gun clicks)

- Hey, what's going on here?

- Call your friend over.

- Frank.

- Goddammit!

It isn't he through yet?

- Ask him.

- Boy, you're the laziest nigger I've...

- Now, quiet down,

or this lazy nigger gonna
blow your goddamn heads off.

(tense suspenseful music)

- It's empty.

Nothing here but baggage and freight.

Let's check the other car.

(tense suspenseful music)
(footsteps crunching)

- All right, nobody move, nobody hurt.

(passengers screaming)
(gun rattles)

- Collect their rifles, Lloyd.

(rifles clanking)
(footsteps tapping)

Stewart?
- Hey.

- Here's a gun for you.

Roger?
- R|ght.

- Here's a gun.

All right.

Well, well, well, looks like we found

what we came for, Fred.

Jason, Avon, get over here,
let's get this gold out.

All right, men, form a line down here.

Let's get this gold moving.

Lloyd, bring the waggon around.

- Francis, he's touching you.

- Oh, shut up.

- All right, you folks will be
on your way in a few minutes.

- I've seen uppity Negros.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Believe me, General Hook
is gonna hear about this.

- Yes, ma'am, I'm sure he will.

Fact is you can tell this General Hook

that if he wants his gold back,

he can come see Nigger Charley.

I'll be in San Miguel.

(soft suspenseful music)
(bars clinking)

- They'll find out about
this at the railhead.

You know what that'|| mean?

- Yeah.

There gonna be some awful mad people.

(bars clinking)

_ TobY-

Ode.

- Gentlemen, it was a pleasure.

(footsteps crunching)

(soft suspenseful music)

(horn blaring)
(tracks rattling)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Where's Charley?

- He's on his way to San Miguel.

We'll meet him there.

- Is that it?

- $100,000.

- Aint this much money in the whole world.

Well, let's get it hid.

(soft suspenseful music)

(bell jingling)
(tracks rattling)

(indistinct chatter)

- Colonel, we've been robbed,

outsmarted by a negro.

Hook wants the gold, come
and see Nigger Charley

in Sam Miguel, come and see him.

Niggers ordering us around
because of your negligence.

- Sergeant Foss?
— Sir?

- Get these goddamn
civilians outta my side.

(indistinct) quadrant, escort
these civilians to Las Casas.

- The troop will escort
to civilian, Sergeant.

- [Sergeant Foss] Sir?

- We're all going to Las Casas.

- Colonel, sir, what about Nigger Charley?

- That nigger bastard
will come to us, Sergeant,

and he'll bring the gold

and he'll beg us to take
it on his goddamn knees.

He'll beg us to take it.

(footsteps tapping)

(Ode exhales deeply)

- We got it hid so good,

I'm not sure we'll be able to find it,

but neither will the Bandidos.

- That's why we protecting
Charley's flank.

- Protecting Charley's what?

- Protecting his flank.

I know what that means, Charley told me.

If he gets ambushed, we
stay far enough behind,

so we ain't ambushed, so we
could come to his rescue.

- Is that what protected
Charley flank mean?

- What'd you think it meant?

- I thought it might be something hard.

(soft suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music)

- Some Negros, it's cabrones.

(tense suspenseful music)
(hooves clopping)

Negros.

(Sandoval speaks in Spanish)

(Sandoval laughs)

(Sandoval continues to speak in Spanish)

(horse snorts)

(Sandoval speaks in Spanish)

- We don't speak your lingo.

- Eh?

You talk gringo?

- Aint he ever seen black men?

(men speak in Spanish)
- No.

Not with guns.

(guns clicking)

(Charley laughs)
(horse snorts)

- Maybe soon you don't
think this is so funny, huh?

- What now?

- We're going to Las Casas.

- [Fred] Las Casas?

- Yes.

You got no money.

We sell you to the
gringo General. (laughs)

You've heard of him, eh?

- We heard a rumour.

- Funny?

Mount up.

Vamonos!

(upbeat suspenseful music)
(hooves clopping)

(hooves drumming)
(tense suspenseful music)

(horse neighs)

(tense suspenseful music)
(horse neighs)

- Aren't you supposed to
be protecting my flank?

- I did.

But you turned around,

so now I'm protecting your front. (laughs)

- Now, I think it's funny. (laughs)

(Sandoval laughs)

- In San Miguel, just beyond
the pass, I got 1oo men.

- Let's go to San Miguel.

(Sandoval laughs)

- You gotta be crazy.

My man will chop off your cojones.

- I think I'll cut off your cojones now.

(Sandoval laughs)

- No, black one, you don't
do nothing to me now.

You got some reason.

(Charley laughs)

- You ain't as dumb as you look.

(hooves clopping)

Let's go to San Miguel.

(upbeat suspenseful music)
(hooves clopping)

(men laughing)
(soft guitar music)

(drink gurgles)
(bottle clinks)

(Charlie and Sandoval slurping)

(cups tap)

- [Man] I see, I see.

(woman laughs)

I see, (man speaks in Spanish)
(indistinct chatter)

(Ode grows)
(hand thucls)

(Ode laughs)

(men applaud ancl laugh)
(soft guitar music)

- Sandoval.

You give a good party, huh?

Huh?

(both laugh)

(woman laughs)
(Sandoval laughs)

(cups tap)

(indistinct chatter)

(men laughing)

(soft guitar music)
(indistinct chatter)

(woman laughing)

(man speaks in Spanish)
- What?

(man speaks in Spanish)
(Ode growls)

(indistinct chatter)
(Ode laughs)

(man speaks in Spanish)

- No, no, no. (laughs)

No, no, no.

What I mean is some guns, you know?

Boom, boom.

Unan speaksin SpanBh)
(bothlaugh)

- Yeah, you got it.

Yeah, you know, boom, boom, boom, a gun.

That's what we need.
(man speaks in Spanish)

- We need-
- Boom, boom, boom.

(speaks in Spanish)
- Huh?

(man speaks in Spanish)

' NO, hey!

Huh?
(man speaks in Spanish)

- Oh, no, no, wait, no.

You misunderstand.

(both speaking in Spanish)

- No, no, no.

(man laughs)
We came for guns.

(both speaking in Spanish)

- No, no, no!
(both speaking in Spanish)

- For guns.

(soft guitar music)
(all applaud ancl cheer)

(woman laughs)

(soft guitar music continues)
(all applaud ancl cheer)

(woman laughs)

(soft guitar music continues)
(all applaud ancl cheer)

(woman laughs)

(soft guitar music continues)
(all applaud ancl cheer)

(woman laughs)

(soft guitar music continues)
(all applaud ancl cheer)

(bed squeaking)

(soft guitar music continues)
(people applaud ancl cheer)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(soft guitar music continues)
(people applaud ancl cheer)

(bed squeaks)

(soft guitar music continues)
(people applaud ancl cheer)

(bed squeaks)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(soft guitar music continues)
(people applaud ancl cheer)

(speaks in Spanish)

- Cabrone.

(footsteps swooshing)

(Charley grunting)

(punch thuds)
(Charley grunts)

(table clattering)
(Charley panting)

(chair thuds)

(Charley panting)
(kick thuds)

(Sandoval groans)
(punches thud)

(pot clatters)

(chair thuds)

(both groaning)

(log thuds)
(Charley grunting)

(kicks thuds)
(chair clatters)

(head thuds)
(both grunt)

(Sandoval grunts)

(Charley grunts)

(both panting)

- What are you fighting about, huh?

I don't want your woman.

(Sandoval laughs)

(both laughing)

- What a fight!

Yeah, some wine.

(Charley coughing)

(woman speaks in Spanish)

(Sandoval speaks in Spanish)

(Charley laughing)

- A woman.

We nearly killed each other for a woman.

(both laughing)

There are some things worth dying for.

Money, excitement, even patriotism,

but for a woman?

(both laughing)

(hooves clopping)
(cows mooing)

(wheels rattling)
(chickens clucking)

- My name is Carter Dubois.

I'm General Marcus Hook's
personal representative.

Which one of you is Nigger Charley?

- I'm Nigger Charley.

- General Hook has been informed
that you are in possession

of certain property that belongs to him.

- Mr, you know goddamn well we got it.

- You came to talk, talk.

- General Hook wants
the property returned.

- How many black people
you got at your place?

- That's none of your affair.

YOU boy!

Nigger Charley?

(cow mooing)
(footsteps crunching)

- Mr. Nigger Charley.

Now you wanna talk about the gold,

you start off by calling me that.

- Mr. Nigger Charley.

- That's very good.

Now, how many black people you got?

- [Carter] 71.

- 71.

(chickens clucking)
(footsteps crunching)

Now you tell General Hook

that I wanna buy 71 blacks from him

and I'll pay for 'em in gold.

$100,000.

- I'll deliver your message.

(cow mooing)
(hooves clopping)

- Mr. Nigger Charley?

(all laughing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(footsteps crunching)

(soft dramatic music)

(footsteps tapping)
(soft dramatic music)

- What's wrong?

What's the matter?

- It's the killing, Charley.

I don't like it.

- There ain't gonna be no killing.

We're gonna buy the slaves
with the gold we took.

- How do you know Hook won't fight?

- I don't know, but I gotta
finish what I started.

- You might get killed.

- So, that's it.

You are afraid.

You don't wanna start something
that might end too soon.

(footsteps crunching)

("Sometime Day")

(footsteps crunching)

(water burbling)
(soft beat music)

J' Sometime clay J'

J' This has got to be a sometime clay J'

J' A clay caterpillars find
their butterfly wings J'

J' Push your winter to spring J'

J" Come what may J'
J" Come what may J'

J' This is gonna be a sometime clay J'

J' I've got the woman I love
in the palm of my hand J'

J' The woman I |ove's got her loving man J'

J' Sunshine clay J'

J' That's how it happens
on a sometime clay J'

J' A clay full of rainbows J'
J' A clay full of rainbows J'

J' When you hold someone near J"
J' When you hold someone near J"

I You'll find that the rain goes J'

I You'll find that the rain goes J'

J' Ancl the sunshine appears J'

J" Now that I've got you here J'

I And if you stay J'

J' This is gonna to be a sometime clay J'

J' Sometime together J'

J" Now we'll make it our way J'

J' And that sometime
clay will be every clay J'

(Charley shrieks)
(water splashes)

J' I said, now come what may J'
J" Come what may J'

J' This is gonna be a sometime clay J'

J' I've got the woman I in
the palm with my hand J'

J' The woman I |ove's got her loving man J'

J' Sunshine clay J'

J' That's how it happens
on a sometime clay J'

J' I said, a clay full of rainbows J'

J' When you hold someone near J"
J' You hold someone near J'

I You'll find that the rain goes J'

J' Ancl the sunshine appears J'

J" Now that I've got you here J'

J' Now if you stay J'
J' If you stay J'

J' This is gonna a sometime clay J'

I Sometime together now
we'll make it our way J'

J" And that sometime clay J'

J' It will be everyday I

J' It'll be a sometime clay J'

J' Sometime clay J'

J' Sometime clay J'
J' Sometime clay J'

J" I got the woman I love J'

J' It's a sometime clay J'

J' And I know it's gonna
be a sunshine clay J'

J' Sunshine J'

J' sunshine J'

J' Sometime clay J'

J' Yeah J"

J' Talking about a sometime clay J'

I Each and every clay
will be a sunshine clay J'

J' Sometime J"

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

(Tobe knocks)

- [Charley] Yeah?

- Charley?

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

You better come out here.

(cow mooing)
(chickens clucking)

(goat bleats)

He brung a message from Hook.

- General Hook say that unless
you return what you stole,

unless he has it all, within 24 hours,

one of us slaves is gonna be killed.

Ancl every 12 hours another
slave will be killed.

Until General Hook's
wishes are complied with.

- They'll do it, Charley,

I know them butchers.

(Charley sighs)

- Get yourself some food.

Roy will fix up a place to stay.

- No, sir, I must go back.

- Go back?

You's free now.

- My wife will be the first to be killed.

- What's your name?

- James.

- All right, James, you can go back.

But the first, let's talk.

(footsteps crunching)

(goat bleats)

- San Miguel, 27 kilometres,

Las Casas.

A fortress guarded by at least
1oo experienced soldiers.

You're crazy, Charley.

- You don't hear nobody arguing.

(man speaks in Spanish)

- Hey listen, amigo,

where are you hiding this gold?

(man laughs)

- Gold? (laughs)

What gold?

- Goddamn shame, you're
all gonna get killed

and nobody's gonna get the gold.

14 of you.

14 against 100,

ancl with the crazy idea
to kidnap General Hook.

Kidnap Hook? (laughs)

(drink burbles)
(bottle taps)

(soft ethereal music)

(man snoring)
(chain clanging)

(soft ethereal music)
(footsteps crunching)

(footsteps crunching)
(footsteps tapping)

(soft ethereal music)
(footsteps crunching)

- Jesus!

(soft ethereal music)

(footsteps crunching)

- It must be Hook's
house over there, Tobe,

having a party just like James told us.

Cover me.

(soft ethereal music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

Just like home, Toby.

- Yeah.

(footsteps crunching)

- Ah, to declare Blanchard, you
certainly know your niggers.

- Came here just like the Colonel said.

- Ancl brought all his friends.

- We got 'em, General Hook, sir.

Every goddamn last one of 'em.

(soft ethereal music continues)

- When Ode gets into position,
we're coming from the rear.

We take the front, we get Hook,

we march right outta the front gate.

- COITIE on crew, come on.

- Hold your fire, son.

Hold your fire.

- We want the niggers alive, soldier.

(guns booming)

You damn, fool, you've exposed us!

(guns booming)

(gun booming)

(guns booming)

(guns booming)

(guns booming)

- You got to stop blaming yourself.

It wasn't your fault.

- I thought of the whole stupid plan.

I took 'em in,

(exhales sharply)

Nine of them,

kid
S.

old men.

I talk big talk,

big, high and mighty talk.

"We're all free," I said,

we gotta give those poor
bastards the same chance.

No, no, it's not my fault. (sobs)

Look how it turned out, hmm?

They get killed.

I come back.

How you figure that, huh?

- Thank God you did come back.

I am glad you alive.

- You thank God I'm alive? (cries)

Who the hell is God?

You think if He was any good
he'd let nine poor dumb niggers

get butchered?

Don't you know that God
is a goddamn white man?

(Charley whimpers)

(mirror shatters)

(men speak in Spanish)
(Charley knocks)

(footsteps crunching)

- Hey, join us.

- We're going back to Las Casas.

(man speaks in Spanish)

- We need your help, Sandoval.

- With your man, we
could attack Las Casas.

We'd stand a chance.

(man speaks in Spanish)

- Las Casas is your fight.

- He's right.

We got no quarrel over there.

The gringos of Las Casas,
they leave us alone,

we leave 'em alone.

- We'll hire you.

We pay you in gold.

$100,000.

- 100,000?

(man cheers)

- It's true then.

You did steal Hook's gold.

- We requisitioned it.

- Where is it?

- We can have it here by sundown.

(goats bleats)
(chickens clucking)

- Senores, Las Casas has
just become our quarrel.

(all laughing)

- "To everything, there is a season

and a time to every
purpose under the heaven.

A time to be born and a time to die.

A time to plant.

A time to pluck up that which is planted.

A time to kill ancl a time to heal.

A time to break down
and a time to build up.

A time to weep and a time to laugh.

A time to mourn, and time to dance.

A time to cast away stones

and a time to gather stones together.

A time to embrace

and a time to refrain from embracing.

A time to get and time to lose.

A time to keep, and time to cast away.

A time to rend and a time to sow.

A time to keep silent and a time to speak.

A time to love and a time to hate.

A time of war ancl a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh

in that wherein he laboureth?

I have seen the travail,

which God hath given to the sons of men

to be exercised in it.

He hath made everything
beautiful in his time,

also he hath set the world in their heart,

so that no man can find out the work

that God maketh from the
beginning to the end.

I know that there is no good in them,

but for a man to rejoice,
and to do good in his |ife."

- Amen.
- Amen.

(men speak in Spanish)
(footsteps tapping)

- Come back.

- I will.

- Alright then, Pedro
will lead the first attack

and draw the troopers into the ambush.

You see my friend?

So simple.

- Nothing like money to
make everything simple.

- Fred, you ride with Pedro.

I'll go with Sandoval.

Toby, you and Ode, you plant the dynamite.

' Right?

- Ancl Pedro enters when the gate goes...

(explosion booming)

(hooves drumming)
(men cheering)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(body thuds)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(horse neighs)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(man grunts)
(body thuds)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(horse neighs)
(man speaks in Spanish)

(hooves drumming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

- Niggers again?
- No sir.

Mexican Bandidos.

Maybe 2O or 3O of 'em.

Couple of niggers.

- Go get 'em and dry those
goddamn greases into the ground.

- Yes, sir.

- Foss?

- Yes, sir.

- No prisoners.

(hooves drumming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(horse neighs)

(guns booming)
(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(man grunts)
(body thuds)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(gun booming)

(body thuds)
(man grunts)

(hooves clopping)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(hooves drumming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(guns booming)
(upbeat dramatic music)

(man groans)

(hooves drumming)
(guns booming)

(man grunts)
(horse neighs)

(horse neighs)
(man grunts)

(guns booming)

(man grunts)

(hooves clopping)
(guns booming)

(men grunt)
(body thuds)

(hooves drumming)
(guns booming)

(man grunts)

(gun booms)
(man grunts)

(guns booming)
(window shatters)

(guns booming)

(man grunts)
(horse groans)

(guns booming)

(Waggon clatters)

(gun thuds)
(man groans)

(suspenseful music)

(man groans)
(suspenseful music continues)

(gun booms)

(body thuds)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(chain clangs)

- Lose any of our people?

- Lloyd's dead.

" Lloyd?

We lost Lloyd.

- Many Mexicans too.

- Tell your man to let the prisoners go.

There's been enough killing.

- Alright, later we have
some wine and we celebrate.

- Hi, Charley.

- Hi.

- Well, it's all over.

- We are gonna live here?

- If you want.

- Do you want?

- I remember once how you tolcl me,

you said, "Charley, I gotta belong.

I gotta belong someplace.

I gotta be somebody."

We all got to.

Well, now we got it.

All of it.

(gun _ NO!
9)

_ TobY-

It never happened, Toby.

Why?

Why?

(soft melancholic music)

(wheels rattling)

(soft melancholic music)

- Amen.

(soft melancholic music)

- I never did know the name of these.

She always liked 'em.

She wanted a second chance for us.

Fresh new start.

And she wanted it to begin here.

(soft melancholic music)

How about it, boy,

do you want it to begin here?

- Yes.

- Then that's what we do.

That's just what we do.

J' Oh, the river is so wide J'

J' Before you see the bay J'

J' Ancl the sky is so high J'

J' Before you find the way J'

J' But you never give up J'

J" And you never look down J"

J' And the sun's gonna set J'

I Before the morning comes around J"

(soft beat music)

I Oh, a man's gotta live J'

J' Ancl he's got to be free J'

J' Ancl the day's gonna come J'

J' That's how it's got be J"

J" And he never gives up J"

J' Ancl he never looks down J'

J' And the sun is gonna set J'

J" Before that morning comes around J'

(soft beat music)

J' On, morning's gonna find me J'

J' With my head held so high J'

J' And morning's gonna find me J'

J" With my head in the sky J'

J' Ancl I'll never give up J'

J' Ancl I'll never look down J"

J' And the sun's gonna set J'

I Before the morning comes around J"

(gentle music)