All language subtitles for 34 - The Chalice

It's like somebody's having a party.

How do you figure that?

It looks like they've got nothing to celebrate about.

Let's see what's happening.

It's like somebody's having a party.

Think the sun's got to him?

Fifty miles to the nearest water hole and a hundred miles to the nearest town.

What are you talking about?

Well, Duke, this is something that a young fella like you would know anything about.

Not the sun.

Oh?

The drunk.

Bravo, bravo!

Lisa, Lisa! Grazie dio! Stand up! Come on, come! Stand up!

Buongiorno, signori! Oh, grazie dio!

Better be careful, or old timey might bust that mustache of yours.

Or Santa Mica and all of the angels could not be more welcome, signori.

That's my wife, Lisa.

Piacere.

Hello, ma'am.

I'm Marcello Caravai.

You must have some vino. We all must have some vino.

Rino?

That's mean wine.

Looks like this might be your problem.

You folks mind telling us why you're out here?

I tell you what we are out here for.

Oh, ma'am, I'm Bill Hawks. This is Duke Shannon.

We're with a wagon train that's down the trail a ways.

Piacere.

Are you Mr. Hawks?

Yes, ma'am.

You want to know what we are doing here?

Yes, ma'am.

We are waiting for you! That's what we are doing here!

Looks like it's been a pleasant wait.

You do not understand, signori.

We were with a wagon train.

But our horse, they ate poison leaf.

It was probably local weed. There's a lot of it in this area.

Very bad thing for innocent horse.

And when we cannot keep up with the wagon train, they leave us here!

We no do blame.

They should not have suffered because of our misfortune.

Well, if you couldn't replace your horses, you should have taken some of your possessions

and left your wagon and gone on with them.

No, no, no, signori. You do not understand.

Come, I show you.

You see? We could not leave our wagon behind.

One hundred of vine.

The finest grape in Sicily.

And we need every one of them.

Yeah, I guess you do.

Tell them, Marcello, they think we drink like this all the time.

Who can blame them?

You see, signori, the vine is the purpose of our journey.

But they need so much water.

And although we knew the good God would send you to us,

we did not know when you would come.

So you were saving the water for the plants.

Yes, Marcello and I, we can drink the wine,

but the plants, they need the water.

Ay, signori, it's a bad thing to be drunk for ten days.

And tomorrow, ooh, what a sickness!

Hey, signori, you want to take us with you, no?

You have a horse we can use?

We're kind of tight in that department, Mr. Canaveri.

In fact, our wagon master rode on ahead to see if you couldn't buy some more livestock.

Well, all right, we'll scrape up something for you.

You know, it might be a good idea to lighten your load and throw half those plants out.

Lisa, the good God will send someone else.

Thank you, signori, but we cannot do what you say.

There's no other trains through here for days.

Then we will wait.

But I'm getting so sick of vino.

All right, Mr. Canaveri, you win.

Anyhow, you know, I got a friend back in the wagon train

that would never forgive me if I left you and your vino out here to dry up.

You're welcome.

I kiss your face!

Oh, thank you, thank you!

You know, if I didn't know better, Mr. Canaveri, I'd flat swear you was hungover.

If that's a mean what I think it's a mean, I am.

It's like I went to a fortuity wedding and gave the bride away each time.

What you need is some of the hair of the dog that bit you.

And I got a right smart puppy back here in my wagon, too.

Oh, you are a kind of man. I'm sure you mean well.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh!

Allow me.

Grazie, signore.

Oh, evening, Carstair.

Howdy.

We just stopped to give the lady a hand, being close neighbors.

Well, I was going to look you up.

I thought maybe you could do these people a favor.

Why, of course.

Anything I can do, I'd be glad to.

Well, I noticed when you and Barker joined up with us,

you didn't have too much cargo in your wagon.

He sure hit it right there.

We had to cut our supplies mighty slim.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Canaveri could use a little space

to take some extra water barrels along for their vines.

Most of the other wagons are pretty filled up,

and I thought maybe you could...

Oh, you thought that we could carry the barrels?

Yeah.

Well, now, I don't know.

I don't see nobody going out of their way to do us any favors.

Now, what the boy means is that we'd be glad to.

It don't cost nothing to be friendly.

Now, you just give us a word when them barrels are ready,

and we'll load them up.

Thank you.

Well, I'll see you later.

We will be so grateful.

Oh, Marcello, Marcello, vini quassi.

These are nice gentlemen, Mr. Costerra and Mr. Barker.

They offered to carry our extra water barrel for the vine

in their wagon.

What a wonderful country.

And they told us it would be savvy.

Ah.

Hey, senior carter, you must appreciate the vine, eh?

Uh-huh.

Then you must also appreciate the fruit.

Well, I've been known to take a jolt or two now and then.

Benissimo.

Then tonight, when the work is finished,

you and me, we're going to sit down in there.

Oh, it's the husband.

For 10 days, you moan for a drink of water.

And now, now you go back to the wine.

That was 10 days necessary.

Tonight, that's for pleasure.

Well, it just so happens I ain't got nothing to do tonight myself.

Charlie.

Well, I ain't.

You are now, mio amico.

We're going to sit down and look at the vino when it's red

and watch the same moon which shines on my sissy.

And tomorrow morning, you have a worse headache than you got tonight.

Lisa bellissima.

Man, I was born to suffer, eh?

Hey, senior carter, you going to come back?

You just try to keep me away.

Come on, boy.

Let's go grease that dry axle.

Hmm, such a nice man.

So gentle.

Yeah.

Well, you better get those water barrels filled up, Marcello.

Boy, if I told you once I told you a thousand times,

you'd keep grease on them axles.

We won't have no trouble.

Well, we will always have trouble.

Things are changing, boy.

Our luck's been bad long enough.

Something good's got to happen sometime.

You've been saying that to me ever since we took up together.

You know that nothing good has happened yet.

Now, them foreigners, they want to put their junk in our wagon.

Now, what are you going to let them do that for?

Well, it's like I told you, boy.

I want to be neighborly.

You help folks.

Chances are they'll help you.

It's like the good book says, or was it the good book?

Well, you ought to know you're doing the talking.

Yeah, yeah, it was the good book.

It says you cast your bread on the waters,

and it'll come back to you.

Well, pretty soon we won't have no bread to cast.

You got no faith, boy.

Mister, that ain't all I ain't got.

Listen, boy, I ain't never lied to you.

It's like I told you.

This thing gets so bad that it can't get no worse.

It's got to get better.

There ain't no place else for it to go.

Well, Mr. Costes, would you just mind giving me a hand with this wheel, please?

Oh, no, boy, let it soak in.

It'll do it good.

Needs something, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, hi, Chris.

Tim.

How'd it go?

Well, the horses will be in Sanderville.

I wired ahead.

Oh, good.

What's that?

Well, I didn't hire on to cook.

Where's Charlie?

He's visiting.

We took on another wagon while you were gone.

They pay?

Well, they, uh...

They're good folks, Mr. Hale.

They'll pay as soon as they, uh...

All right, I get it.

They're Italians, Chris, real funny ones.

You know, they got a whole wagonload of grapevines they're taking with them.

That so?

Yeah, and old Charlie found out that they had more than just the grapevines.

They're running pretty heavy on the grape juice.

Fermented type.

The last time I saw Mr. Wooster, he was in no condition to cook.

Well, I don't much blame him.

It's a dry trail.

I might have to jump on a grape or two myself.

Adio, ma bella Napoli

Adio, adio

La tua sua bella immagine

Chi mai, chi mai sconda potrà

Del cielo azzurro fuggido

La placida marina

Un cuore non inebria

Non vea, non vea l'idolofia

In sé, la terra, l'ora, il mio dolore

Adio, ma bella Napoli

Adio, adio

La tua sua bella immagine

Chi mai, chi mai sconda potrà

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

That's mighty good.

Hey, Charlie. Charlie!

Oh, he ain't hearing you.

Is he alive?

Oh, he sure is alive.

Can't you see? His beard's still quivering.

That's mighty good grape juice you got here, Marcello.

The Siciliano son make love to Siciliano hill

and they have a bambino with a golden fire.

Yeah, it's like I said.

That's mighty good grape juice.

Hey, Signor Hawking, friend.

Hey, wait. I want to talk to you.

You are just in time.

You always this happy?

Oh, sure.

Mr. Canaveri, this is Christopher Hales.

Canaveri?

That's the same name as St. Christopher.

No, it's plain Christopher.

Mr. Hales, our wagon master.

Why, was it just a joke?

Bill's told me all about you.

And my wine?

Yes, I believe he did say something about that.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Well, you won't be needing this any longer.

We was talking about the old country.

You ever been there, Mr. Hales?

No.

The only old country I know anything about is Western Virginia.

You and your wife have a lot of courage, Mr. Canaveri.

Come all this way with just a wagon load of grape vines?

That's a no-take courage, Signor.

Maybe just the opposite.

My wife and me, we leave our home, our beautiful Sicily, afraid for our life.

The people of San Giuseppe, they give us some money.

Our vine, our grape, will help us help them in return.

You do not understand.

Sounds to me like you've had trouble.

I know all about trouble.

The banditi, the curse of Sicily.

We always have with them.

The last few years, they come together.

They ask for money, or they burn the crop, destroy a village.

They demand more and more money.

The police, the carbonieri, they can do nothing.

How about the people?

Some village do nothing.

My village, San Giuseppe, we fight.

Stone, stick, knife.

But against the guns, Signore, what can happen?

Oh, we kill a few banditi, see?

But all of our only younger men, they die.

All of them, Signore.

And two of them, they were my son.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I know what that can do to you.

So you see, Signore, it's not taking much courage.

Oh, we leave behind a few acres of ground, a tiny house.

But everything of value, we bring with us.

Our faith, our vine.

Our most precious treasure.

And perhaps the future of San Giuseppe in this new country.

Who can ask for more than that?

Chris, we got an envelope on our hands.

You want to give me a little help with it?

I hope America's good to you, Mr. Canavari.

You deserve it.

Grazie.

Now, let's dig us a hole and bury a bone.

Hello, Charles.

Hello.

The vino of Sicily is such a good friend.

One forget it, it deserve respect.

Yeah.

Say, what you were saying about bringing that whole town over here.

Is that true?

We hope to.

That cost a lot of money.

The money, she's taking care of.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That treasure you were talking about.

You can say.

But what I mean when I say the money she's taking care of,

that's to mean that I've told her the good deal.

It's needed.

And it will come.

You got a lot of faith, ain't you?

I wish I had some.

You will someday.

It's a God's gift to all of his children.

It's funny about you and me.

We're both about the same age.

We both got about the same thing out of life.

Nothing.

But I gave up having hope for anything.

And you're just starting to hope.

Oh, not to hope, Signore.

As sure as I must sit here.

It will happen.

You're sure positive, ain't you?

Si, positive.

You're sure positive, ain't you?

Si, positive.

All right, then.

Let's drink to it.

All right.

Boy, you sure didn't sleep good last night, Mr. Carstairs.

You think so?

No, sir.

You were tossing and turning something terrible.

You must have had something on your mind.

More than I've had in a long time.

Ah, you were thinking about those immigrants again, weren't you?

Yeah.

They seem like nice folks.

Folks who wouldn't do no harm to nobody.

But wrong as I may be,

a man's got to draw a line sometime.

He's got to make a stand.

That is, if he wants something.

Now, what are you leading up to?

Well, I sort of figured that

they owe us something for all the help we give them.

And if they got anything of value,

why, they, uh,

maybe they wouldn't mind sharing it with us.

Huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Marcello, ma che fai?

What you do?

Uh, what do you think?

It put on wings and fly away?

It's still there.

Of course.

How else could we be with such good people, huh?

Was it only, uh, accidental

that we have a half-empty wagon to carry the water?

Uh, so?

I look at it,

and I thank the good Dio for his kindness to us

and to our friends back home.

Oh.

We have come a long way together, Lisa.

You and me,

the good Dio and the chalice of San Giuseppe.

And I know inside of my heart

that the journey is soon to be over

and the joy begin.

Throw me that towel, will you, Bill?

Charlie, that's kind of a funny way to be taking a bath, isn't it?

I ain't taking a bath.

What's the matter, your fever?

No.

No, sir.

Ah.

Now, stand back, Bill.

This might be a little wet around here.

Don't mind telling me what you're doing.

You're stomping these trail bears.

What do they look like?

Maybe you think I'm playing Indian, huh?

Well, don't look at me like that.

The least I can do for Mr. Canterbury is make a little wine.

You know, I drank a lot of his wine, Bill,

and I ain't no ingrate.

You mean to tell me that you're trying to make wine?

Oh, well, these old trail bears don't look much like grapes,

but where is a man going to get grapes in a country like this?

Well, I've seen everything now.

Charles B. Wooster, Christopher Hale's lead wagon driver,

cook, and now he's a winemaker.

There ain't nothing to it, Bill.

It's just like making stew.

Two parts ingredients and eight parts imagination.

I made that little batch last night.

All I done was put in the trail berries, a little water.

That's to make it kind of juicy, you know.

And I put in some bark.

That's to age it, because it ain't got no cask.

And I put in some boiled roots.

That gives it aroma.

Mr. Canterbury said all good wine had a rich aroma.

I made one mistake, though.

I stormed that batch with my socks on.

Bill!

Ruined my good wine.

You and your socks.

It's falling away.

I do.

Hello, good evening, Mr. Canterbury.

How's everything going?

Bien, senor Hawke.

Benisimo.

You know, when you get through with your chores,

why don't you join us in a little fun?

This will be the last Saturday night dance

we'll have a chance to hold in quite some time.

Senor, at my age, a man enjoys dance best in this position.

Oh, but I would like to watch.

I wish to learn everything about you and your people.

How about the miss?

Oh, she's resting in the wagon.

I'm afraid the trip has not been easy for her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Something I can do for her?

Oh, grazie, senor.

Only the body is weary.

The spirit.

But she better stay because if she sees the dance,

she wants to dance too.

Well, it's down this way.

Let's have a look.

It's a fast and so exciting, just like a tarantella.

Tarantella?

Oh, it's a wonderful dance.

I want to change a partner all the time.

And a lucky man in one single evening

can dance with every pretty girl in the village.

That's the idea behind her square dance.

I guess people are the same no matter where you go.

Mr. Costes, if you're not sure about this whole thing,

well, it's not too late to stop now.

I am sure, boy.

I got a feeling deep down inside of me that says,

go ahead, this is the time.

When a man finally gets his big chance,

he's got to go ahead, no matter what.

Now, you just remember that.

Well, I'll be back as soon as I can.

You just pick up whatever you can find.

I'll be waiting for you here.

We got to ride out as fast as we can.

Yeah.

You got to ride out as fast as we can.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, it's you, Senor Barcalone!

It's only a trip, huh?

Well, I exist here, so maybe I could know you, anyway.

Well, I could ask for a little more information on you

here in this little village.

Well, I would not become concerned,

unless you respond to my demand.

Just be quiet, lady. I don't want to hurt you.

Hey, I don't understand.

What do you want?

What do you want?

This'll do.

Oh, no!

You're our friend.

You let us use your wagon.

Now you want to rob us.

No, lady, you've got it all wrong.

Look, we're going to have to leave our wagon behind.

It's got enough water in it to keep all your vines alive.

That's fair enough trade for what you've got in this house.

Trade? This is not ours to trade!

No!

Just give it back to me!

Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you, lady.

Honest, I didn't.

If only you'd just let me go, then nothing would have happened.

Well, it's your fault.

They are a happy people, senor.

One can tell by the way they enjoy the music.

I wish to thank you for your patience in explaining everything to me.

It was my pleasure.

Good night, senor Bill.

Buena note, Marcello.

Besides being patient, you also learn quickly.

Please!

I'm afraid that's all I can do for her, Mr. Conovery.

She's so pale.

She must have been hit pretty hard.

I'm no doctor, but I don't think there's been a skull fracture.

When can you be sure?

Maybe a few minutes, a few hours.

If she hasn't come around by sunup,

you just pray that she does.

I understand.

And I bless you for your help.

Mr. Conovery, I know you don't feel much like talking,

but have you any idea who might have done this?

I only have one idea.

Have you any idea who might have done this?

I only know that our treasure is gone.

My wife and me, we only know what's in the box.

It is someone want to kill to get it.

People are the same no matter where one goes.

People and their greed.

Hello.

Hey, we're far enough away now.

Let's see what we've got for our trouble, huh?

Yeah.

We waited long enough to find out what's in that box, huh?

Is there something wrong?

No.

No.

No, nothing, boy.

I just ain't never been this close to hitting it big before,

and it kind of scares me.

But I ain't gonna let it.

No, sir.

I ain't gonna let it.

I ain't gonna let it.

Gold.

Solid gold.

Covered with precious stones.

And heavy as it could be.

Can I?

Oh, this sure is heavy, all right.

And if it's real gold, well, it's gonna be worth a fortune.

A fortune?

Why, it's worth two fortunes, boy.

One for you and one for me.

I told you that we'd hit it big.

Boy, we're rich now.

We don't have to look after nobody.

We don't have to be ashamed no more.

All my life, I waited for a chance like this.

You see, boy, I didn't lie to you.

I told you our luck had changed.

I knew I'd find you here.

I knew I'd find you here.

You ain't been in your bed roll all night.

I'm not tired, Charlie.

Well, you will be.

I never knew anybody could crawl like a rooster in the morning

after sitting up all night like a hoot owl.

I said I wasn't sleepy.

Well, don't get huffy about it.

Personally, I didn't sleep myself.

How is she?

I don't know.

The old man's been in there with her all night.

Well, don't blame yourself for what old car stares

and that boy done.

They fooled everybody.

Yeah, but I was the one that put him in contact

with the Canaveris.

I know I was there with you, and I've done the same thing.

Now, you forget about it.

I'll go fix some coffee for all of us.

Thanks.

Senor Hawks, come here quickly.

She's grown.

Oh, Marcello.

Marcello.

Lie back down, Mrs. Canaveri.

Oh, Senor Hawks, please help us.

Take the chalice.

Help us.

Don't worry about it.

You have to get some rest now.

I'll wait for you outside.

Senor Hawks, please help us.

Take the chalice.

Help us.

Don't worry about it.

You have to get some rest now.

I'll wait for you outside.

Sangue per sangue.

A blood for blood.

Cara mia.

I swear to you.

We will need a faster horse.

You will get me a gun.

You know how to use a gun, Marcello?

I use what I need to use.

We are a simple people, Senor.

When one harm us, one pay.

We have a word for it.

Vendetta.

These men will pay.

You can't leave your wife here alone.

She might need you.

I leave her with a good deal.

But please, Senor, we cannot waste time standing here.

Does the chalice mean that much to you?

To me and the hundreds who trust to me, more than a life.

Only the gold could not replace it.

But please, Senor, we must find the men.

An eye for an eye.

That Sicily of yours is a bloody place, isn't it?

The women ought to cry.

What, Senor?

This vendetta of yours.

Ah, si.

An eye for an eye.

You leave that vendetta in Sicily, Mr. Canterbury.

In this country, justice isn't a knife.

I'll tell Chris we're going to leave,

and I'll get Charlie to get us some grub.

We'll take off as soon as it's light enough to see the tracks.

Let's go.

We'll go up that way.

Ah, this is a good place to rest the horses.

You sure it's the horses that are tired, not you?

I could ride a week with no sleep,

just knowing what's in that saddlebag.

What's the matter, boy?

Afraid it wasn't in there no more?

What's the matter, boy?

Afraid it wasn't in there no more?

No, I just wanted to take another look at it, is all.

Worth following a man to the end there?

Oh, it's worth a lot more than that, Mr. Carstairs.

Why, it's worth killing for.

Boy, I taught you a lot of things,

but that ain't one of them.

I was willing to do most anything to change my luck,

but to kill?

Uh-uh, not me.

Well, I thought you told me if a man wanted something bad enough,

he wouldn't let nothing stand in the way of his getting it.

Well, I've done most everything short of stealing.

To make my place in this world took a lot of thought

before I came this far.

But to take a life?

Why, there ain't nothing worth that.

Well, now, this is, Mr. Carstairs.

You see, I know that,

because I think I killed the old woman to get it.

What?

Now, you did me a favor, weren't you?

Remember, you picked me up, you helped me out

when everybody else had just turned away from me

and hoped I'd die, huh?

Well, sure, but...

Well, now, I appreciate that right much, Mr. Carstairs.

Because what you've done for me, it ain't easy to pay back.

But you see, what we get from this now,

this is my way of doing you a favor.

This is my way of saying thanks.

Looks like they stuck around here just long enough

to bust that lock open the box.

You know what did they find, huh?

A few pound of a mat, a handful of a stone.

It meant nothing to them.

But so much.

Oh, so much to us.

What's so important about it?

Nothing, perhaps, that you can pick up and carry away.

Any more than you can pick up a man's soul.

Marcello, this chalice, it's kind of an altar piece, isn't it?

It's not what it is.

It's what it means.

The chalice of San Giuseppe was put in our safe keep

to place upon a god's altar in this new country.

But Senor Bill, now it's gone.

And the people of San Giuseppe, they have trust us.

And we, we have faith.

We'll catch up with them.

We'll get your chalice back for you.

Oh, boy, I didn't hear you coming out.

Well, I sure didn't mean to startle you, Mr. Carstairs.

Oh, I guess I'm pretty tired.

We've been riding pretty hard.

Yeah, when do you figure we can stop?

I don't see much sense in just running

unless we've got some place to go.

I don't know, boy.

I don't rightly know yet.

Well, it seems to me there's only one thing we can do,

just head for one of them cities, so...

And get caught with this?

Well, it's got blood on it now.

We wouldn't stand a chance.

I'm scared, boy, and I don't mind admitting it.

It's funny, ain't it?

A man dreams his whole life about getting something like this.

And when he gets it in his hands,

he, he can't do nothing with it.

I guess, I guess maybe it's better that way.

Goes to prove that a man don't deserve nothing

that ain't rightly his.

You really don't feel that way, do you, Mr. Costez?

Boy, all my life I've been chasing a rainbow,

hoping to find the end of it.

Up to now, I thought I would.

But now I know there ain't no end to it.

It took something like this to

show an old man the truth about himself.

I ain't nothing.

And never was meant to be.

Oh, like you said, Mr. Costez, you just need some rest.

Well, when that sun comes up in the morning,

you're going to feel different about the whole thing.

I sure hope so, because we've come too far

to let anything stop us now.

Yes, we got what we want,

and nothing's going to stand in our way.

I'm going to get some rest.

I'm going to get some rest.

I'm going to get some rest.

And nothing's going to stand in our way.

Except maybe each other.

You've hardly touched your food.

I have no appetite this evening to be able to thank you.

This earth is rich.

Our vine could grow here with plenty of water and sun.

There's plenty of water in this area.

This whole mountain range here is a watershed.

If we had such earth in Sicily,

we would never be poor, Senor Abel.

Maybe some day they will plant in a ground like this

and have a crop that will make vino as rich as a man's blood.

Forgive the thoughts of an old man, Senor Abel.

The young should not be burdened with the dream of the old.

Our whole country's young, Marcello.

People like you aren't a burden to us. You're welcome here.

You better try to eat some of that food and get a little rest.

We have a hard day ahead of us tomorrow.

You all right, boy?

I guess so.

What happened?

I guess a rattler must have spooked him.

He stepped right in the gopher hole.

Looks to me like his leg's broken.

Well, I guess we're just going to have to ride double, Mr. Carstairs.

It's too bad it happened, but with any luck at all,

we can still make Twin Falls in a couple hours,

and then once there, we won't have no trouble getting...

Mr. Carstairs, I don't think you're listening to a word I'm saying.

Oh, I'm sorry, boy. I guess I was.

You've been acting awful funny ever since the...

Ever since I told you what I'd done before we left the wagon train.

It shook me all up inside.

It made everything seem twisted and wrong.

But now it's all come out in the right light.

Your horse breaking its leg and you having to kill it.

I don't rightly follow you.

Can't you see, boy?

That chalice wasn't meant for us.

A lady died trying to tell us.

And your horse was scared by a snake,

like Eve was tempted by the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

I tell you, boy, there's something bigger than we can understand

trying to warn us.

Now, wait a minute, boy. Leave that thing here.

It's no good to us. We're better off without it.

Well, leave it here?

After what I done to get it here in the first place?

You ask me that, knowing all we got left to live on

is a bunch of your promises?

I've had just about enough of them.

No, sir. I ain't leaving nothing here.

Except maybe you.

Oh, boy, you can't talk to me like that.

Not after all we've been through together.

Why, you're just like my own son.

Well, you couldn't go away and leave me here alone,

not after all I've taught you.

You taught me a lot of things, all right.

But nothing made as much sense as what you said about this.

Because now I'm going to be somebody.

I'm not going to crawl on the ground in front of people.

I'm not going to look up to any of them.

I'm not going to be like... like you.

I guess I do owe you something for that anyway, don't I?

All right, you can come along if you want to.

But as of right now, I'm through being grateful.

Now, wait a minute, boy.

Leave that here. Forget it and leave it here.

It'd be a lot easier just to forget you.

Don't, boy. Don't!

Leave it here, I told you!

I told you!

I told you that nothing could stop us.

Except maybe each other. Remember?

I love you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You have done well.

His fate is now in stronger hands than ours.

Mr. Senor Bill, this is the grave of only one man.

We followed two men.

You see those tracks?

Made by an Indian traveler.

Looks like they were carrying quite a load.

That's what happened to the other body.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Looks like they were carrying quite a load.

That's what happened to the other body.

At least we know who dug the grave.

What about the cross?

Well, some Indians out in this part of the country have been converted, Marcello.

Their mission can't be too far from here.

Well, let's get after them.

Welcome, good friends.

Seldom has the mission of San Marcos had so many visitors.

Padre, you've had other visitors?

That is why you are here, isn't it?

An older man.

Our overseer found him this morning.

He will not stay with us very long.

Your padre, was there a chalice?

Ah, the chalice. Of course, my son.

The chalice is here.

Please, Juan, take the horses.

Is this the man?

That's the man, padre.

I've been watching him for many hours.

I did not know if he would ever awaken.

He has indeed been blessed.

I know.

I'm going to die.

What kind of a blessing is that?

In time, we must all die.

But it is a blessing when a man can cleanse his soul

before he is judged

and make amends for the mistakes he has made here on earth.

I ain't never been a man to believe in much of anything.

Padre, how can I ask for any favors now?

The Lord is all forgiving.

He does not ask that a man be perfect,

only that he recognizes his sins and is sorry for them.

I was never meant to die with an easy conscience.

No more than I was meant to live with something

that didn't belong to me.

I ruined everything good that I'd done in my whole life.

I was wrong.

I know it.

How can I ask God's help now?

No.

Not after what we've done.

Then you do not understand his meaning.

My wife, she still live.

Can you not accept this

as a sign of his mercy and forgiveness?

You mean...

the boy didn't get...

Oh, I'm sorry.

So sorry.

He couldn't know before...

I...

I...

I...

Marcello?

Well, we've got what we came after.

I think we'd better start heading back.

Back, Signore Bell?

Back to where?

It was meant that I should come here,

to this green valley, to this mission.

The earth is good, and you said yourself

there's plenty of water and sun.

Our vine could grow here.

There's room for everybody

who could find their way to this place.

Is it not possible

that the Signore Carstens was sent to lead me here?

Yeah, I suppose it could be.

Who can tell the meaning of the design of the good deal?

Hmm. Poor Signore Carstens.

A good man, but too weak,

as all men are weak.

You see, Signore Bell, the village of San Giuseppe

is as poor as it is tiny.

He had only to look up close at the chalice to see

It's not made of a gold and a precious jewel,

nothing but a paint and a metal and a glass.

Its true value lies in its meaning,

as a symbol of our faith.

Almighty Dio, this is the chalice of San Giuseppe.

May it never leave your blessed house.

Now, Signore Bell, my journey is over.

The people of San Giuseppe, of San Marcos,

will remember you always in their prayer.

Grazie.

Grazie.

Grazie.

Padre, I want to talk to you.

Che cosa?

I have noticed a small little tiny vineyard to the east.

Such a little tiny one.

What kind of a grape can you get from such a vineyard?

I'm going to tell you what we have to do.

All right.

We're going to take a urine, eh?

In my mind, eh?

We're going to put them together, sir.

Sure is pretty, isn't it?

THE END

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