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- Sergeant? You'd better double the guard tonight.

- Yes sir!

There'll be a full dress inspection this afternoon,

get the men ready.

You go down to A Company and tell them,

you tell B Company.

You notify Captain Bang,

and you claim guard post!

- If we can't stop the Yankees' advance here,

they'll break through with their main force

and have a clear road all the way to Mexico.

Then we're finished.

- You're right. - An urgent

message for General Hood.

An urgent message for General Hood.

An urgent dispatch for General Hood.

- This way.

Come in.

- An urgent dispatch for General Hood.

- Our men have pushed the Yankees back across the river.

You see, Captain Lynch?

How gloriously we are losing this war.

- That the last one?

- Yeah, go ahead. Close it up.

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

What the hell?

- Yeah! Go!

- Hey, you! Halt!

Who are you?

I don't know you. You aren't allowed in here.

- Well, I was supposed to bring these supplies. See?

Halt! Why aren't you in uniform?

Name, rank, serial number and unit.

I can't remember none of that junk!

Curly, you sleeping on duty again?

Fire, fire! Sound the alarms!

- Everyone to the fire!

Come on!

- Hurry, get over there!

Get buckets from the barracks!

Form a chain!

Who is it?

Lieutenant McKenzie reporting.

What's this disturbance, Lieutenant?

There's fires in the stables

near the ammunition depot.

That's fine.

What were your guards doing?

Sleeping or smoking?

Sir, the responsible wards

will be disciplined.

I should start

by disciplining you, Lieutenant.

- Yes sir. - Dismissed!

- Let's go get 'em.

- Up there!

- Rifles, get the rifles!

- Stop that fighting!

- Well, my compliments, Captain.

You are supposed to guarantee my safety!

Your security measures are very effective.

- Is that enough, General?

Or do you want 'em to continue?

- No, no. That's enough.

But where did you find them?

- I found them, what's the difference?

- That so?

So you carried it off, Mister-- uh, mister...?

- MacKay, Clyde MacKay.

- Ah, Mr. MacKay.

Mr. MacKay, what does it makes you think

we'll be able to trust

such a band of bandits, killers and convicts?

- Isn't that just what you need?

And don't underestimate them, Captain.

Now come here.

That's Deker, he's the smartest.

He can do anything with dynamite.

Anything unpleasant, that is.

- Who is the ape?

- His name is Bogard.

He's strong enough to break a man in two

with his bare hands.

He's the kind that doesn't need much of a reason.

Hoagy. Strange boy, Hoagy.

Light fingered, especially with a gun.

He'll kill if he has to,

but then he's sorry afterwards.

Blade, he never got used to guns.

He's half Indian, half Mexican.

He likes to cut-- people, mainly.

- A fine cross section, I must admit.

But that boy, what's he doing with you?

- That little boy, as you call him General, is Kid.

He moves like a monkey and he's almost as bright.

He's got one virtue: he's a pure Killer.

Well, that's the group, gentlemen.

How do you like them? - Fine.

Come in, sir.

In view of the importance

of the mission we have in mind for you,

I'd like a little more information.

You haven't told us about yourself, Mr. MacKay.

You're much too modest.

- Well, thank you, Captain.

Me? I'm one of the boys.

- Surprised, Clyde?

And that's how the Yankees store their gold

in the powder magazine.

For every roll of coins, there are two sticks of dynamite.

So with a single shot,

you can blow a million dollars sky high.

A million dollars that they intend to use to buy armaments.

It's stored in a powder magazine at Todos Santos.

- Are you sure, Captain?

- Absolutely.

- Captain Lynch is from intelligence,

the counter-espionage service.

And remember, Clyde: the Confederate army

has never assigned you to this mission.

- You mean, officially, I'm the only thief.

- That's right.

Here,

pay your men.

This is only in advance for the ones who go.

- And for the ones who come back?

- Maybe there won't be any.

- What do you mean?

- Kill 'em. - What?

- Kill 'em all and come back alone.

KILL THEM ALL AND COME BACK ALONE

- Captain Lynch!

Don't you trust me?

- Sure, I trust you.

- I don't like spies, Captain.

But as long as you are here,

you better come along with us.

- Thank you, Mr. MacKay.

It'll be a pleasure to join

such a distinguished group.

Get up.

- Let's get moving outta here

before a man on patrol spots us!

- Right, let's go.

Spoonsand Fort's about an hour's ride from here.

- Listen, Clyde, there's this northern outpost

at Spoonsand, I think.

We should cross further west.

- Get this straight:

When and where we go, I decide.

All right?

- All right.

Hey, you! You can't cross over here!

Go on back!

Prepare to fire for warning.

Didn't you hear me?

Fire!

Cease fire!

Let 'em come ahead, I wanna interrogate him.

Where are you going, civilian?

This is a restricted military area.

Hey, you deaf or feeble minded?

Didn't you hear what I said?

Even if you didn't, you must have heard the shooting.

- You know, Captain, you shot a lot,

but you don't shoot too good.

Pretty good.

I see they taught you how to shoot in the Army.

- Yeah, maybe you better just watch out.

- I'll remember.

I'll remember not to turn my back.

- I never shoot anybody in the back, Mr. MacKay.

- I am not going to play target for the Yankees

while you two argue.

- He is right.

Do we split up, Clyde?

- We'll meet at the old Mission, Todos Santos.

The powder magazine is there.

Now, the Union outpost is at the foot of the mountain,

so we'll go in one by one.

We'll meet in the tavern.

They let civilians in there.

Of course we don't recognize each other.

That way, we won't attract too much attention.

- Okay, I guess I'll see you all tonight at Todos Santos.

Halt! Identify yourself.

I'm a horse trader from Cincinnati.

I wanna rest up at the tavern.

Sergeant, he's a trader from Cincinnati.

Let him pass. Go on in.

Thank you.

- We're in trouble.

A convoy is coming to pick up the gold.

- You sure?

- I saw myself.

They'll be here by tonight.

What do we do?

- We make our move, right now.

- Right now? By daylight?

What kind of a chance would we have by daylight?

- A chance to make a million dollars.

- What do you like?

- Gimme a beer.

You work up a big thirst crossing that desert.

- Crossing it?

You brought it with you.

Here's your beer.

- Plans changed.

The escort for the gold is on its way.

We've gotta make our move right now.

- Bogard ain't here yet.

- We can't wait for him.

Ah, he's strong.

Who else wants to try?

Plan's changed,

a convoy's coming to get the gold.

- You don't say.

You're all scared of me.

Nobody wants to try.

- I'll try.

With those two knives.

Alright with me.

- They make it a bit more interesting.

If you lose, you might cut an artery.

Then you better have a bandage handy.

- I'll teach ya!

- Phew, it's hot today.

- Hurry! Hurry, they're killing each other in there!

I don't hear anything.

- Well, you will, you will!

Alarm! - Let's go!

Fall out!

- Stop that! What's going on?

- Hey, are you crazy?

- Bogard! Quick, quick!

They need you in there. - Yeah!

Let's go, let's go, mule!

Move out!

Yeah, whoa!

- Up there.

Deker! What did you do that for?

- 1 had to do it.

I can't stand the idea of dividing the gold with him.

- Goon.

- Deker!

Deker, the dynamite's inside.

Did you close it good?

- Yeah, the water won't get in.

- We'll meet you up top.

- Now what, Clyde?

- Now? Now we just wait for the water wagon.

Wonder who they were.

- Get going, buddy.

Get that water up to the other camp.

- Yeah, I'm going.

So long, boys. Thanks for the party.

- Hey, soldier?

Men will be needing a drink up there, won't they?

On top of that mountain?

Even this early in the morning, it's mighty hot.

- Yeah, you ain't kidding.

That sun sure means business.

- Sergeant, Pink's got here.

- Hey, Pink! What's been keeping you?

All the men are about to die of thirst.

- We traded a few punches down at the canteen.

I had to stay for that!

- I can tell, you have a great shiner.

- I don't care about that.

Let me tell you something, it was fun.

I haven't had such a good time in years!

- Let him pass.

- Yeah, hiya!

See you, boys!

- Nice work, Bogard.

- Thank you.

- We clean this up quick.

- Leave 'em, they can't see from up there.

Besides, the sun is in their eyes.

- What's Blade gonna do?

- When Blade rings that bell,

it'll mean he's taking care of the top.

And remember, there's more dynamite than gold in there.

If Deker hasn't flooded that storeroom,

one spark will blow all of us to bits.

- Hey Clyde, do I shoot first?

- All right Bogard, don't miss.

I'll tell you when to shoot. Get ready.

Kid.

- Open the gate, water wagon's here.

Hey, gimme a hand!

I don't wanna spend the night up here.

- You could have gotten here sooner, you old fool!

- You can go without water-- - Akers!

- And still you don't ever dry up, do you?

Where'd you get that black eye?

Doing some physical trading down at the camp.

- It is hot, for God's sakes.

And it tastes like mud!

- A fire outside! Fire!

Sound the alarm! - Fire on the hill!

- Where is it?

Up there! Up there!

- Hurry!

Form a chain! Forward!

Put out that fire outside the walls! Hurry!

Fill up those buckets!

Form a brigade!

- Hey, I wonder what could have started that fire.

- That's it, good work, boys.

All right now, lads, come on.

Whiskey for everybody.

Good work.

Alright boys, double rest.

And you've all earned a rest.

They took care of that quick.

Good thing, too, with all that powder in here.

Yeah, if that magazine ever went,

there's enough powder and dynamite

to blow up the whole mountain.

Yeah, but we don't get relieved on time.

Yeah, they've forgotten--

Who goes there?

Hey, what's the bell ringing for?

Maybe calling the boys to their whisky glass.

Look, a gunner!

Fall out, we're under attack!

- Get the one under the water tower!

Stop him! He's headed for the powder magazine!

Look out! Stop him!

- Bogard!

All right, shut it.

There, all set.

Yeah.

- Hey, wait! Hey!

Son of a bitch!

- That bastard!

- $1 million.

- Can we help you?

You'll never make it with all that gold alone.

- It's too heavy for one man.

Maybe you better let us take care of it, huh?

- And you are going to stay here, Clyde,

until the buzzards get you.

That's fair, ain't it?

Let the buzzards eat a coyote.

- Now take it easy, just a minute.

You boys are being ungrateful, aren't you?

My orders were to kill each one of you.

I didn't do it, did I?

That was very nice of you.

- You hear that boys?

We ought to be more grateful

to this bastard.

You're right, I'll start!

- That's right, Hoagy.

Maybe we'll all stay here.

Because if I shoot that wagon,

then the fish will get the gold, won't they?

Hey, easy boy.

Say a prayer, Clyde.

Fire at will!

- Squadron, halt!

Prepare to dismount and fire!

- Hurry up, let's sink that gold.

If they find it, they'll hang us.

Deker, the smoke.

- Surrender, rebels!

Cease your fire and surrender,

or I'll blow you out of the water!

- All right, hold it!

Hold your fire.

We surrender.

- Advance and stay alert!

Raise your hands,

we'll see how you like a labor camp!

Come on, get your backs in it!

Water! Water!

- Sam, put him in the shade for a while!

That'll cool him off.

On your feet, scum.

Come on!

Get up there!

You thirsty?

You'll have sweat to drink now, boy.

- No! - Go on, get in!

- No!

Let me out!

Let me out, no!

Let me out!

Is that the third squadron?

- Yes sir, back from the fort as you suggested.

Mission accomplished, sir.

The rebels are all captured.

- Good work, Lieutenant.

You can give your men the rest of the day off.

Your information was correct, sir.

- We captured the rebels

as they tried to cross over the river.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

I think they'll curse you for bringing 'em here.

Welcome to our new guests.

They'll be very useful hostages.

- All right, get along there. Keep moving.

Get along there, all of you!

Stay in line, come on!

Get along.

- Halt!

Take 'em to the rock pile.

- You stinkin' son of a bitch!

- Take him away.

- Go on, get moving.

Go on, let's go.

- Stop, bring that tall one inside.

I want to question him.

Now then, what do you say, Clyde?

- That sure is a pretty uniform, Captain.

But wasn't it gray the last time I saw you?

- You know, Clyde,

uniforms don't make any difference.

I've had many.

It's money that counts.

- Oh yes, money.

And you've got a surefire way of getting it.

No risks and all the profits.

- Exactly, Clyde. Where is it?

- Oh, I'm sorry Captain. We didn't get it.

That gold is still in the powder magazine.

- Come on, Clyde. You're smart enough to see

I'm holding the whip hand, but I'm generous.

So, why don't we make a deal? Huh?

- You know Captain, as a Southerner, you made me sick.

- Thank you.

- But as a Northerner, you make me vomit.

- Stop where you are!

- Get out!

- Yes sir.

Stop talking, now.

In the box.

- Hold this.

Come on.

Lynch tried to make him talk.

It's hot!

- Lynch, that filthy son of a bitch!

- You sympathize with a double crosser like Clyde?

- No, I'm worried for me!

- Shut up, you pig!

Hey, stop! One move and we shoot!

- Hold it!

Captain Lynch wants them.

You, come with me.

The captain will talk to him.

Get moving.

Alright, back to work.

- You'll be roasted with this heat today.

Yeah, you couldn't find a worse post than this.

Don't complain,

it's better than the front lines.

Anyway, a supply train is coming tomorrow.

At least we'll eat good.

Well, that's a consolation.

Deker.

- Strange, very strange.

- Get to work!

- Stand aside, soldiers.

I just came to say hello, Clyde.

- No, no, please don't get up.

I can only stay a moment.

You know, tonight someone much smarter than you

is going to escape.

- And you'll go straight to the gold, right, Captain?

- Of course.

Only, I have to decide who's going with me, to help me.

- What do you mean?

- You know, Clyde, it could be you.

I've always said you were the only one with any brains.

So?

- You just say the word.

- Captain, listen.

You still make me vomit.

- It's a quiet night.

- Sure is.

- Come with me and have a drink, all right?

- Who's there?

What is this?

Don't waste all of your breath, you spy.

Your time's up.

- What? - You told him

where the gold is!

- I didn't say anything, not one word!

I'm your friend!

Why would I talk? I'm your friend!

- The kind of friend I would like to lose.

- You goddamn fools!

I'm telling you, I didn't talk.

- Shut up, you louse!

Think we believe that?

Let's get out!

Halt! Don't move!

Get hold of 'em!

- Nevermind.

You killed him, killed one of your friends.

You idiots.

On a mere suspicion?

How could you be sure?

Bogard didn't betray any of you.

I wonder which one of you will live

to share the gold with me?

Poor fellow.

Your friend looks ill.

Better treat him a little better, huh?

- Why should we kill each other in here

or let Lynch kill us?

First, we should try and get out of this place.

Then, settle among ourselves.

- That sounds easy, but how do we do it?

Maybe you were just joking, huh?

- No joke, I've thought about it.

I didn't think about anything else

while I was shut up in that oven.

Now look, I heard the guards talking.

A convoy of reinforcements arrives here tomorrow.

And when it does, we take advantage of that fact.

Alright, take it easy.

There's enough for everybody.

All right, all right, step up!

When your bowl's full, you move on.

Let the next man in.

Move along, quiet!

All right, all right, the next one.

Next? Now, there you go. Here.

Move on, you! Move on!

Move along, please.

What is this?

Give this one a little extra,

he's new, he's hungry. - Thank you.

Move along, next!

Keep moving.

The supply train's coming!

- Phelps? Come up here.

There's water over there.

Three wagon loads, two flour, one of meat.

Work detail, over here to unload.

Move along!

Just smell that aroma!

Come on!

Here, sonny. And say thank you.

- Buddy, you eat this crud.

Throw this slop in a pig pen.

I'm not a pig, are you boys?

- Hey, you!

Halt!

- Hold it, reb.

You better not play the hero.

It isn't worth it.

Stay where you are!

You move and I'll blow your head off.

And for what?

- Filthy bastard!

- Listen, Deker.

Why don't you use your head?

Let's be partners.

You show me where the gold is

and I'll get you out of here easy.

No risks.

- All right.

- This is yours, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Come on.

Halt!

- There it is, in the river.

Right out there.

It should be about here.

Again.

- Lynch!

Hey, did you find where the gold is?

- You know damn well what we found,

you brainless oaf.

Where is the gold?

- Don't ask me.

You have any idea, you tell me, soldier!

- Clyde.

Well, I think I know where he's hidden it.

- Alright, where?

Tell me, or I'll blast you!

- Go on and shoot me, and let the gold stay hidden.

- Oh, my hand! You son of...

- It's my play now, Clyde!