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FIND A PLACE TO DIE

(Wind howling)

(Gunshots)

(Gun clicks empty)

Give me it.

(Groans)

For this we left our quiet home.

It'll be worth it someday.

Your position at the university wasn't enough.

The clever young geologist had to show off.

You found the mine everybody said was all worked out.

You proved there still was gold. And for what?

For us.

(Gunshot)

(Gunshots continue)

(Grunting)

(Gunshot)

(Exclaims)

Argh!

Paul! Paul!

Paul!

(Mumbles indistinctly)

(Grunting)

I can't even move it an inch. The beam weighs at least half a ton.

Is anything worth all this?

We got this, Lisa. Here, take the gold.

We've paid for every ounce of it.

Worrying, frightened of our lives every hour of the day,

knowing it would all end like this.

It hasn't ended.

What do you call this?

You were against it right from the beginning, Lisa.

You kept on criticizing,

kept on sneering at it.

You knew it would end like this, eh?

I hope that you're satisfied you were right all along.

I'm still your wife, Paul.

For another day or two.

But soon you won't be able to say that.

Just give me a day or two longer, and then you're free.

Men are gonna come flocking around such a nice young widow.

Nothing like a pretty widow with a fortune in gold.

Yes, you're gonna be mighty attractive with all this gold.

Someone else is gonna enjoy this gold, gold that was ours.

No, Paul. I can bring help.

Can you do it?

I'd have a chance if you could get to Nido de Aguila.

There's a town near here?

You can't really call it a town.

Nothing there now, but it used to be a busy place.

And they'll do anything to get money.

So, maybe you can get one of those men to come on out here.

Offer this gold.

My only chance.

How far is it?

It'll take about two days.

And between here and Nido de Aguila there's nothing.

But, Lisa...

Don't go. That town's no place for a decent woman.

Lisa, the Winchester.

(Horse neighing)

And I want some whiskey.

How badly does it hurt?

It's alright, Lisa, don't worry.

- I'll ride fast. - Lisa?

If you never return here,

- I'll underst... - No, Paul, you mustn't say it.

(♪ Acoustic guitar playing)

♪ Will it ever end?

♪ Will it always be this way?

♪ Will I have to lead each day

♪ Waiting for the night to fall?

♪ Then to face the night

♪ Waiting for the light

♪ And playing my part

♪ Fool my heart

♪ With the same old story

♪ Will it ever end?

♪ Am I really blind?

♪ How will I ever find the will?

♪ To break this chain that binds

♪ Through my love for you

♪ This heart of mine you choose to break

♪ Every day

♪ Every single day

- ♪ Like a soul possessed - (Sings along)

♪ From its high eagle's nest

♪ I fear

♪ I will find no rest

♪ When the sun goes down

♪ That weighs me down until I cry

♪ To myself

♪ Way up there on high

♪ Did I come so far

♪ To find a place to die? ♪

Bueno, Juanita.

Brava, brava!

How much for that blouse you are wearing, Juanita?

Why don't you ask Paco?

(Scoffs) Ask Paco!

And you?

Are you an American?

- Yeah. - My name is Lisa Martin.

- And yours? - Collins, Joe Collins.

You've got to help me, Mr. Collins.

I've left my husband half buried and wounded back in the sierras.

It'll take at least three men to get him out.

But right away. There's no time.

If I've got to go any further to find help, he'll die.

Please, Mr. Collins.

I don't speak Spanish.

I don't know any of the people here in this godforsaken place.

Anyone I've tried to talk to so far has only been interested in me.

That's understandable in a godforsaken place.

My husband told me this was our only hope here at Nido de Aguila,

The Eagle's Nest.

(Chuckles)

Vulture's nest would be more like it.

But I can pay.

I can pay very well.

There's probably somebody here who'll help you.

Even the dumbest of them understand the word money. Just ask.

I'm sorry about your husband, but...

...he's back in the sierras, and you know what that means.

It means he'll die out there without help.

It also means the Chato gang, the meanest bunch in this territory.

You know,

they even held off the US cavalry.

In which I...

I once had the honor of being an officer.

Their idea of fun is a word called torture.

And the only thing they're interested in

is gold...

and women.

But I got through.

And I saw no gang, not a soul.

Ah, you were just plain lucky, Mrs. Martin, so forget it.

And let my husband die?

You've got to help!

You said that you had been an officer.

There must be a little honor left in you, some decency, some principle.

You can save the fine talk for the gentlemen who sat at my court martial.

And for the fine Texas rangers who've been hunting me like a coyote

ever since I shot a man who's better off dead than alive.

You want to ask 'em about Joe Collins, go ahead.

They'll tell you Joe Collins hasn't got any principles.

$2,000 in gold.

All you have to do is come with me.

You can name your own price, Mr. Collins.

I've had as high as $5,000 on my head.

And that still isn't enough to make me wanna risk my skin, Mrs. Martin.

So, you take your money and yourself and go peddle them someplace else

because I'm not buying.

- Hey, señorita. - (Lisa shrieks)

Put me down!

Stop it!

Let go of me! Argh!

(Overlapping shouts)

(Joe) Wait a minute.

Here, take her.

(Laughs)

(She screams)

(Grunting)

(Groans)

(Groans)

(Gunshot)

Are you alright, Mr. Collins?

Yeah.

I'm very, very grateful, gentlemen.

It is nothing, Miss.

After all, I can't lose the man who sells me guns.

I had been speaking to Mr. Collins about a job.

Perhaps you might be interested, too, Mr...

- Mr... - Gomez, Miss.

She's a Mrs. and her husband's trapped near a mine in the sierras.

And Mrs. Martin doesn't know about Chato.

Mr. Gomez,

is there something you can do to help me?

Chato and his gang are my friends.

More like members of the family, really.

My... My friends depend on me

because, well, I, um...

Well, I think I can help you, Mrs. Martin.

With me, you and Joe need not worry.

There is nothing, truly nothing I would not do

for... for my good friend Señor Collins.

Listen, Gomez, I wanna tell you something.

Tell me a little more about your happy-family relationship with Chato, you bastard.

You must have known the weapons were for Chato.

Who else is there to pay your crazy prices?

Listen, Gomez,

selling guns to outlaws is one thing,

but to a killer of women and children is something else.

Chato's not so bad.

And his gang is the only power from here to Texas.

Uh, but I won't tell anyone that the guns come from you.

Between you and me our little secret, huh?

It better be.

So, from now on, you keep your mouth shut.

Hey, Collins, we can help the señora.

Let's make a deal.

Look, all I want is a gold mine.

As for the woman, take her, I'm not interested.

Two bastards aren't enough, Gomez. We'll need at least four.

Of bastards we can take our choice.

I know them all.

I don't doubt it.

When you see your pimp,

we can use him.

(Chuckling)

How much?

Not bad, mm?

Mm.

Paco, did you ever guess

that you'd grow up to be a great gun fighter,

and that I... that I would sing to pigs?

I spit in the milk of their mothers!

You know, Paco, you'll be working soon.

They're looking for two bastards.

Ah, and I'm bastard number one, eh?

(Laughs)

Every time you have to go away on a job may be the last time.

Now maybe you have a chance to change all that.

I figure that you... you're going to a gold mine.

And no one will say a word if... if you come back alone.

Yeah, but not alone.

The gold will be with me.

Si, the job is simple enough. What do I get out of it?

A hundred dollars.

(Paco laughs)

Hey, Collins?

Alright, I'll do it. One hundred dollars.

Alright. That's pretty good for buying a pig in a poke.

I don't even know if you can shoot straight.

Pick it up.

(Chuckles)

(Laughs)

You're not bad, Collins.

Now we are three. I'll get Fernando.

He's strong as a bull, and as stupid.

Where are those bullets?

I put them right here after we held up a stage.

I can't find anything in this mess!

Ugh!

All my keys, Fernando.

You might have ruined all my instruments.

There are your bullets.

Right where they always were at.

You wouldn't dream of telling me anything, eh?

Eh?

Where are you going?

A job with Gomez. And Paco and Collins.

Collins? I wanna go along, too.

Uh-uh.

I can shoot.

Well, I can open strongboxes.

It's not that kind of job.

There is a man trapped in the sierras.

We pull him out and I get $50.

If that's all, why is Collins paying so well?

Shut up!

Collins will take me if you ask.

Is that so?

- That's to remind you who's boss. - Fernando!

Fernando?

- We're still friends, aren't we? - Sure, Bobo.

Oh, what a friend to have!

God be with you.

Oh, it's the right Reverend Riley.

Good morning.

(Riley) How goes it for you, Gomez?

Well, I try to go with God, right Reverend.

Are you American?

(Gomez) This is Señor Collins.

He is americano, and so is Mrs. Martin.

Mrs. Martin's husband is half buried in a landslide in the sierras,

right Reverend.

Is he? Oh, well, the Lord's our shepherd.

He loves us all, and he'll never abandon the lost lamb.

Perhaps I might be of some small assistance.

We wouldn't want to take you away from your sacred duties, Reverend.

You see, my sacred duties are where I find them.

I'm a wandering missionary.

And I also have some skills which might be useful in this errand of yours.

Actually, the Reverend is a very good medical man.

Let him come, please. He might be very helpful.

Alright, Reverend.

Join the party.

Do we have to go so slowly?

How much do you know about horses, Mrs. Martin?

I've always ridden.

Then you know if we don't take care of them, we don't make it.

This desert is endless. I hate it.

Everybody hates it, Mrs. Martin.

Except lizards and snakes.

I don't think it's your kind of place.

As if I didn't know.

I came here because of my husband.

We should have stayed where we belonged,

home in New Orleans.

Keep watch over us, Father.

We are poor sinners.

Wait.

Have mercy, heavenly Father.

Accept the soul...

...of this poor sinner.

That's Chato's printing, alright.

He can't be far away.

Courage, Mrs. Martin.

Such a sight was not meant for your eyes.

But you have seen it.

The Lord works in many ways.

Nobody told me we were going to face Chato.

If you want out, there's an open road all the way back to Nido de Aguila.

Get some shade soon and it'll be cooler.

Find a place to camp.

Fernando, you take the first watch. Then I will relieve you.

Alright.

My cloth...

...shouldn't bar me from the pleasure of a man.

I should have my turn with her...

...as much as anyone.

Uh... No!

No, let me go!

Let me go!

No!

No! Let me go!

Help! Help!

(Struggling)

(Lisa struggling)

Fernando.

May I help you?

You!

(Chuckles)

Stop it! You don't need to kill him.

You stay there, Collins.

Thank you, Mr. Collins.

Thank you for the second time.

Mrs. Martin...

...there's something you ought to know.

There are only two things that hold this little band of ours together.

You... and the gold.

But I never mentioned a gold mine.

We knew there was one from the very beginning.

The only reason this outfit of ours has stuck together this long

is because you know the way.

You mean, all of you?

Even that preacher?

How many preachers you know carry a six-gun?

Then why did you let me hire them?

Well, back there in Nido de Aguila you said you were willing to risk anything

to save your husband.

Are you trying to tell me you aren't any different?

You can't be like the rest of them.

I like gold just like anybody else.

I can't help myself, Mr. Collins. I trust you.

I find it somehow natural to be with you.

Natural?

I hope to hell when you're back in New Orleans

you remember this time as one of the worst you ever lived through.

If you live through it.

Paco, I'll take the watch now.

All goes well, Chato,

we should be there before sundown.

Good.

Well? Everything as agreed?

You'll get your share.

Chato keeps his word.

But now, what about the guns?

You promised twenty more.

But Collins doesn't like to sell his guns to you.

Have patience.

I promise I'll find the place where he hides them,

and soon.

Guns and ammunition and with no expense.

Good!

But I'm even more interested in you getting to that gold mine.

Where the hell have you been?

I thought I heard a sound and went to look,

but it was nothing.

An easy ride from now on.

No danger.

Stay close to me.

How far is it to the mine?

We should be there before sundown.

Gomez?

Gomez!

It's gonna be an easy ride from now on, huh? No danger.

Well, these tracks have been on our trail ever since we left this morning.

- You know Chato is my friend. - I didn't say anything about Chato.

Well, he... he buys a gun or two from you. Argh!

- Gringo. - (Joe) I told you to shut up about that.

That is something I don't like.

Don't do it again.

One of these days, I want to take those guns of yours

and ram 'em down your throat.

You got to take them first.

Stop it.

I'm not paying you to settle your personal feuds.

When my husband is safe, you can do what you want, but not now.

It's close. The man is up there on that plateau below the peak.

This isn't the end of it.

Once we get your husband out, we've still got Chato and these, uh...

...these choirboys we're travelling with.

I'm not worried or afraid.

Since I've been around you, I've learned something.

How to be brave, I guess.

Remember, when we pull out of this,

you and your husband are gonna head right straight for home.

(Bird squawking)

Cursed bird of prey.

Wings of Satan.

What did you do that for?

They mean death.

Death just ahead of us.

Yeah, we know all about that.

Mrs. Martin told us there were six or seven dead.

There are more dead than that.

Where did you study for the ministry, Reverend?

At the seminary in southern California.

When were you ordained?

A long time ago, Mr. Collins.

Yeah, a long time ago,

but a short time ago, you were in the Monterey Prison for some killings.

Cash, of course.

Now, look, your past doesn't bother me one single bit.

But let's keep everything nice and friendly.

Alright?

(Gunshot)

Oh! Oh, my God!

Reverend Riley, can you do something?

I can only pray for him, ma'am.

Father...

Let the light of Thy mercy shine on this poor creature.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

Chato.

It's his doing. I know this man.

Hey, I know this man.

He's Miguelito, one of Chato's best men.

I didn't take this job to go against Chato.

There was always that chance that Chato might get here first.

He's been tortured.

And a very fine job, too, typical of Chato.

But the gold?

- We came for that. - (Gasps)

Where is it?

You'd better tell 'em, Mrs. Martin.

You too.

Alright, your gold is in that shack.

Nothing! It's a joke.

There's nothing.

Of course. Chato has been here first.

Because thou art dust...

...and to dust returneth.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

(Gunshot)

(Joe) Come on!

What is it?

It's Chato's pattern.

One shot until the nerves of his enemy start to crack.

And?

And then he strikes.

(Horse neighing)

You see anything?

Not a sign.

Yet.

(Gunshot)

- Good work. - It's my business.

(One of Chato's men) Collins?

- Collins? - Yeah.

No need to get killed, Collins.

Send out the woman and her gold.

That's all we want.

Argh!

- Good work. - It's my hobby.

Huh.

(Chato's man) Paco? Gomez? Fernando? Riley?

You gonna let Collins cost you your lives?

Kill him.

Kill him and send out the woman.

We want the gold and the woman.

Send out the woman.

(Groans)

Not too bad for the Reverend. He's a much better shot than I thought.

I think, if we went to Chato,

there would be too many to share the gold.

Hold it.

(Gunshot)

- (Gunshot) - Down in the rushes.

Paco, we should have gone with them, huh?

In the rushes, they die.

But I think we discouraged them, eh, Collins?

Yeah, but... that Chato's clever, I'll tell you.

Gomez!

- Gomez? - He's taking a look around.

Hey, that was good shooting for a preacher.

Huh.

You see me shoot?

I think I got one.

You still want me to take my pistols and ram them, Collins?

Not today, Paco. Not today.

Tomorrow maybe.

(Laughs heartily)

- Tomorrow! - (Cries of pain)

How many in your gang?

(Groaning)

Where is Chato?

(Groaning)

Where is Chato?

If I might have him alone just for a moment?

Somewhere where Mrs. Martin might not be upset.

I think he might talk.

Paco, you and Fernando take him into that cave,

so the Reverend can demonstrate his skills.

What's the preacher going to do?

Get some information. He has his ways. That's all you need to know.

(Man groaning)

Good heavens! What kind of creatures are you?

How can you be so brutal?

Look, Mrs. Martin,

that we're all still alive is a miracle, and if you want some more miracles,

well, you just leave these men alone, you understand?

- I do, but... - (Man groaning)

...all I want is to get back to New Orleans.

Please show me the way, and... and you can have all the gold.

The only way you're gonna get back is through Nido de Aguila, and that's with us.

(Man groaning)

Now, go get on your horse.

He spoke very eloquently.

Poor soul.

They tortured and killed Mr. Martin.

There was only a few men left behind who attacked us.

But the gold? The gold!

Chato took it with him.

- He's gone back to Nido de Aguila. - But it's our gold.

Wait a minute.

What the hell happened to Gomez?

(Riley laughs)

It was Gomez who told Chato in the first place!

He's gone to join him to get his share.

That bastard!

What about the wounded man?

The poor creature's now an angel.

He's with our Lord in heaven. At least, I hope.

Wait!

The horses are tired, so we'll walk 'em from here on.

Why can't we just go past Nido de Aguila and head for the border?

Not a chance.

I'm sorry I caused all this killing, all this madness.

Madness and greed were in men's hearts a long time before you came, Mrs. Martin.

In your heart, too, Mr. Collins?

- Yeah, they were in my heart. - "Were"?

They were, hmm?

Collins.

It's me, Fernando's friend.

Fernando, thank God you're safe.

He's alright, Señor Collins.

Chato came this morning with his whole gang.

- You should've seem them. - Come on, tell us.

Chato took over everything, and anybody who wasn't entirely with Chato...

- Or else they ran away. - How many got away?

Oh, some of us. Myself and Juanita.

Exactly how many and where are they?

Five or six. They're down beyond those rocks.

Let's go.

Ah, amigos.

There's Collins.

Where's Juanita? You said she got out.

She did, Paco, but she heard that you'd all been killed,

and she didn't know what to do, who would take care of her,

so she went back with Chato.

Chato!

Paco.

This isn't a job for one man alone. It's gonna be tough enough for all of us.

Tough with those others.

They don't carry any guns.

What good are they without guns?

Fernando, you keep 'em here out of sight.

(Joe) Now, listen to me.

Here's the church,

and here we are.

Paco, you and Riley will come with me.

Fernando, you take the rest of the men.

Mrs. Martin, you and Bobo will stay with the ammunition.

Right?

From the first moment, Gomez,

I planned to capture Nido de Aguila.

Whoever holds it holds all the land below.

This land is truly my country now.

Chatoland from here to Texas.

Your own country, your own gold, Chato.

- Right? - And my own princess.

And once we discover Collins' arsenal,

all the guns I will need.

About the guns...

Chato, I just remembered something.

What?

Come. I show you.

Continue to play, little princess.

I will be listening to know you are still here.

(♪ Plays mournful tune)

What did you remember, Gomez, about the guns?

Oh, a map. I took it from Collins.

- I think it shows where he hides the guns. - Ah...

Listen to me.

That pig, Chato, wanted to cheat all of us.

He wanted to escape with the gold

while we stayed here squabbling among ourselves.

Where's Chato?

Where buzzards feed.

From now on, this is Gomez' gang.

Anyone who doesn't like it

can get out now.

Alright by me.

Me too.

One moment. Not by me, because I...

I'm for s... (Groans)

Anyone want to join him?

Let's make 'em think there's only three of us.

Riley...

Tell Fernando to hold his fire until we can draw 'em out.

If we can make it.

- Call Mike. - Mike!

Hey, what's going on out there?

I thought I saw something.

Argh!

(Shooting continues)

How many of them?

Three or four.

Hold your fire. I wanna listen.

- (Gunfire) - Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

(Shooting continues)

Mike.

(Shooting continues)

No more than four.

- Yes. - Take a party out.

Come on.

(Groans)

(Groaning)

Argh!

(Grunts)

There must be twenty of them out there.

Tell the men to come on back.

Yeah, good idea.

Come back! Back inside!

You know, Juanita...

...you need a man to protect you.

Where did Chato hide the gold?

How would I know? Do you imagine that Chato told me?

No, but I know your habits.

I saw you follow him.

Where did he go?

Tell me, princess.

Where did Chato hide the gold?

Where is it? I don't have any time to play.

Where is it?

- Alright. - Where?

I'm waiting.

He put it in the well, in the old chapel.

That's better.

John, cover me.

(Persistent gunfire)

Let's go.

(Groaning)

Hold your fire, I don't have a gun.

Fernando.

(Straining) Fernando.

(Gunshot)

It's not gonna be easy.

They have Juanita in there.

And the gold.

It's gonna take some time.

Where's Riley?

They can hold out here till doomsday.

But... But who's doomed, Gomez?

Doomed for Collins and for all his friends!

(Man) Hold it.

I come as a friend.

I wanna talk to Gomez.

Gomez.

I want to join you.

(Grunts)

- Why? - I never trust false preachers.

(Explosions continue)

Paco! Paco!

Argh!

- Are you alright? - Yes.

(Men coughing)

(Horses neighing)

(Grunts)

Gomez, he's at the old chapel.

Taking the gold away.

Get him!

Argh!

(Stones clattering)

(Footsteps)

Gomez.

Gomez.

You made a trap for yourself, Gomez, and I've come to get you.

You'd better save your bullets, Gomez. I got plenty of time.

Collins.

I...

I wanna make a deal with you.

Half the gold.

Sorry, too many partners.

Alright, Collins.

All the gold

if you let me go and live.

I want you to keep your gun, Gomez.

Joe!

Joe!

I don't know how to thank you.

Don't mention it.

It's about two days to the border, Mrs. Martin, and then I'll, uh...

...I'll point you toward New Orleans.

And yourself, Mr. Collins, hmm?

THE END

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