All language subtitles for The.Baron.of.Arizona.1950

Gentlemen,
to the state of Arizona.

To Arizona.

That’s good, Governor.

The state of Arizona.

I kind of like the sound of it.

I’m glad I lived to see this day.

- Mr. Griff?
- No, thank you, Governor.

- Mmm. Choice Havanas.
- I’ll smoke this one.

Well, you must have something
very special there.

- Very special.
- Are you writing any more books, John?

No. That was just
a sideline with me.

I’ve been working with
the Department of Interior all these years.

A friend of mine gave me this cigar.

A celebration for him too.

His 30th wedding anniversary.

Gentlemen,
I’d like to propose a toast...

to a real lover of Arizona –

to my friend...

James Addison Reavis.

The man who called himself
the Baron of Arizona?

Yes. He will always be a part
of the Arizona legend.

Were it not for him,
perhaps you gentlemen...

would not have formed your senatorial
committee on statehood...

as fervidly as you did.

Oh, yes.
I remember that cheap swindler.

Swindler? Yes.

But cheap?

Oh, there was nothing cheap
about James Reavis.

You only remember what you read
in the papers, Mr. Reynolds.

But I don’t understand, Mr. Griff.
Uh, he’s your friend?

Yes.

I always thought
you were bitter enemies.

On the contrary, Governor...

it was a challenge
to have such a man as an adversary.

He put up a most magnificent fight
against the government.

What on earth made him dream up
such a fantastic swindle?

Ambition.

Wasn’t he a clerk
in the Santa Fe land office at one time?

Yes, he was...

and it infuriated him
that ignorant people inherited land...

because the United States
recognized Spanish grants.

So he decided to steal Arizona
with forged documents.

Didn’t he spend many years
perfecting his plan?

Yes. Many years.

He studied ancient records
and learned to forge them.

He studied languages.

He adopted the manners
of a gentleman of culture...

knowing all these things
were necessary to his scheme.

He created a man
called Miguel de Peralta...

the first Baron of Arizona.

He was now ready
to put his plan in motion.

One rainy night in 1872...

just outside Phoenix –

- Pepito Alvarez?
- Yes.

There is a girl living here
by the name of Sofia?

Yes!

She was left with you
when she was one year old.

I am James Reavis
from the land office in Santa Fe.

Come in, Mr. Reavis.

Ooh.

Arizona.

For months it did not rain here.

Oh, thank you.

You mind? Mmm.

Mmm.

Uh, would you like a good Havana?

- I do not smoke.
- Oh.

Mr. Alvarez, uh...

the government of the United States
is a very fair government.

You know that.

It recognizes Spanish titles
to land grants.

- Do you know what a land grant is?
- Yes.

Well, it seems that back in 1748...

the King of Spain
gave to Miguel de Peralta...

a grant of land in America.

- Did you ever hear of Peralta?
- No.

He was the first Baron of Arizona.

Baron? In America?

Yes. And according to the laws
of this country...

his direct descendant
is the rightful heir to the Peralta grant.

The heir?

Oh, yes. That means that the person...

related to him today...

owns all that land.

What has this to do with Sofia?

Her real name is Sofia de Peralta.

Here are the papers to prove it.

You, uh –

You make family for Sofia
with these papers?

Read it.

I do not read.

Well, according to these papers,
she is the last of the Peraltas.

- Sofia?
- She’s singing Dolores to sleep.

Who is Dolores?

This is, uh, Estrelita, Dolores’s sister.

- Ah.
- I make family for Sofia too.

But not so good for her
like these papers.

Ah. Call the lucky little mother.

Sofia!

Sofia!

To Reavis, this undernourished child...

was the basis of his claim
to establish an empire.

He knew it would not
be difficult to convince her...

that she had noble blood.

I suppose it stunned
this, uh, Pepito Alvarez.

Yes. But he was happy for the child.

Reavis took them from their adobe shack
to his home in Santa Fe...

where he lost no time
in molding her into a baroness.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You are Miss Loma Morales,
unmarried...

a teacher from Las Vegas College.

Eh, Pepito,
this is Miss Loma Morales.

- Mr. Alvarez.
- Loma?

What kind of name is that?

Loma means a hill.

I was born in Yucca Loma.

Were the terms in my letter
satisfactory?

This is the child, Sofia de Peralta.

She is a baroness.

Do you wish the position
as her governess?

The child showed promise.

Loma taught her how to walk...

sit, curtsy...

eat and listen.

And while Sofia
learned how to write...

Reavis was writing
in his own fashion –

writing on a stone
the foundation of a false claim...

that would stun a nation.

You all remember
that inscription on the rock.

“I have marked this stone
the heart of my grant...

“awarded to me
by Ferdinand VI, King of Spain...

“on December 20, 1748.

“I, Miguel de Peralta,
Baron of Arizona...

take possession on this day,
August 12, 1750.”

Read to me again. Again?

Read to me?

- Where did you get this book, Sofia?
- In your room.

You must never take
what is not yours.

Yes, sir.

Sit down here beside me.

Once upon a time...

there was a little princess...

who had royal blood in her veins.

But no one knew it
except a prince...

who spent many years
in many lands...

looking for her.

It is very pretty.

Sofia.

Sofia?

Happy birthday, Baroness.

The Colorado will be your private Riviera.

Every day will be a holiday.

New Year’s in the Painted Desert.

Christmas in the Gila Valley.

And Thanksgiving
in the Pine Timber.

And the Grand Canyon –

the Grand Canyon
will be your play yard.

That’s a real birthday present, Sofia,
from the United States.

Over 113,000 square miles –
as large as Italy –

and it’s all yours –

every mile, every foot, every inch.

I promise you this birthright, Sofia.

Are you going away for a long time?

There are many important documents
to gather so that you can inherit all this.

Can’t you do it here?

I’m afraid it’s not that simple.

Then I do not want it!

What did Aristotle say of dignity?

He said, “Dignity consists...

not in possessing honors,
but in deserving them.”

- And?
- And I shall try to deserve them.

Good. You and I must never
lose our bearings, Sofia...

not even for an instant.

You must have dignity. Only peasants cry.

I know, but I want to go with you!
I want to go with you!

I want to go with you!

- I want to go with you!
- You are Sofia de Peralta, Baroness of Arizona.

Say it!

I – I am Sofia de Peralta...

Baroness of Arizona.

He then
established evidence of Sofia’s birth...

and falsified records...

creating for her an entire family
of noble blood –

the family of one Miguel de Peralta.

And before the ink
certifying them was dry...

he falsified the existence
of her parents...

and carefully arranged
to have them properly laid to rest.

Having provided Sofia
with the necessary ancestry...

he sailed for Spain
to complete his worldwide forgery.

He had only one more act to perform –

falsification of
the original land grant book...

of Ferdinand VI...

which was in
the well-guarded archives –

the biblioteca
in the monastery of Alcántara.

- The Father Guardian will see you now.
- Oh, thank you, Brother.

- Have you come for a short visit?
- I have come to stay.

Oh, uh, forgive me, Father.

I mean I – I would like
to stay very much.

Hmm. But why have you
chosen our order?

Well, I have made careful survey, Father,
and from the little I know of your order...

I feel very much attracted to it.

There is much to prove
before you can join our order.

After all, you must admit
we know nothing about you.

Charity commands us
to accept you on your face value...

but for practical purposes,
you will have sufficient time to prove yourself.

By the time you are through
with your novitiate...

we will know more about you.

Oh, Brother Anthony,
welcome to the library of Alcántara.

I’m Brother Gregory, the custodian.
May I assist you?

Oh, thank you, Brother Gregory.

This is our scriptorium...

where we study
and do most of our spiritual work.

It’s very interesting.

We have a fine collection of books
which you will enjoy.

The scribe room...

where our experts copy
and illuminate manuscripts.

The illumination is magnificent.

And the calligraphy!

The repair room...

where we strengthen
and sew bindings.

- Is this for sewing the bindings?
- Yes, that’s right.

- And the, uh, press?
- Yes, the press.

Uh, those are cakes of ink.

Yes, we make our own ink...

and have not changed the formula
in five centuries.

And this is our biblioteca.

This is where we preserve
our ancient books...

and, uh, priceless records.

Oh.

You are surprised
to find them chained?

I can understand.

But to remove a book
is strictly forbidden.

- But surely no one would dare.
- Well, who knows?

Once a rare book collector
acted rather strangely in this cell...

and we were compelled to summon
the civil police from Seville...

to investigate him.

The Mazarin Bible...

the first work of Gutenberg
printed in 1450.

- I thought it was in two volumes.
- You’re right, Brother Anthony.

Christopher Columbus’s son
borrowed the second volume...

and, uh, never returned it.

The books and, uh, records
are listed.

- You’re welcome at all times.
- Thank you, Brother Gregory.

He lost no time
stealing ammonia from the infirmary...

and milk and meal
from the kitchen.

He mixed a solution
and tried it out.

He had to make sure
he could remove the ink.

He rubbed the surface of the page
with pumice...

to smooth the irritated grain.

That night he gathered his equipment
and hurried to the biblioteca...

to forge the Peralta grant
in the 1748 volume.

This was his first major catastrophe.

But he never admitted defeat.

For months he practiced
ancient penmanship.

For months he made attempts
to enter the biblioteca...

while the others were asleep.

But he failed.

One day, however...

he conceived a simple
but most effective plan...

of gaining entry into the biblioteca
where he could work.

In his cell, he deliberately left
a sample of his penmanship.

- Brother Anthony, did you write this?
- Yes, Father.

I’m assigning you to the library
to assist Brother Gregory.

- I prefer field work.
- You’ve been here three years.

You’re a hard worker,
but your talent would be wasted.

- But, Father, I –
- I suggest you go to the library.

Yes, Father.

And this is our biblioteca...

where we preserve our ancient books
and priceless records.

- To remove one of the books –
- Brother Anthony.

Yes, Father.
The books and documents are listed.

Will you get the land grant records
of 1748, please?

Yes, the binding must be repaired.

I wonder what condition
the other copy is in.

No, you may keep the keys.

Brother Gregory is ill,
but will be well tomorrow.

You are custodian
of the library for tonight.

When Brother Paul has finished repairing
the binding, be sure to return the book.

Yes, Father Guardian.
Oh, Father Guardian.

Yes?

Is there another copy
of such a valuable book?

The 1750 volume.
It was written here.

But the Marqués de Santella has it.

He is secretary to the king.

Are you ill?

No, Father.

I was just thinking of the book.

I understand your concern
for ancient documents...

but do not despair.

They’re well preserved
in his castle near Madrid.

Oh, I came here to the archive...

to seek peace within myself, Father.

You are tempted to run away.

I am not for this kind of life, Father.

Others have been tempted too.

Meditate.

We shall talk tomorrow.

You know how it is, Father.
There are so many reports, so many complaints.

But in your case, we came
just as soon as we were notified.

I’m glad you came today. I –

Oh, Brother Anthony!

Brother Anthony!

Brother Anthony!

Brother Anthony!

I did not think he would run away.

Run away? The wagon.
He has taken our horses and wagon.

- We’ll bring them back.
- That’s not the way.

He would not speak to me
for fear I would inspire him to stay.

Yes, he did appear frightened.

As I was telling you, Father...

your complaints
finally brought official action.

Tomorrow all holes
in the mountain roads will be filled...

even those beyond the Roman Bridge.

Some wine, Father.

Your horse is dead, Father,
your wagon firewood.

I found you – me, Rita.

I’m not a monk, Rita.

To escape police,
I had to wear this robe.

Who are you?

A wanderer, like Cain,
looking for a woman of my own.

I tell you, she was beautiful...

but I told her that a Spanish promise
is like a Spanish pepper.

It burns whoever tastes it.

- Here’s a hat.
- Oh, thank you, Angie.

- And here’s a coat.
- Ah.

- I think this will fit you.
- Ah, thanks.

What’s the matter? Aren’t you gonna
finish the stew I made for you?

- Oh, certainly, Angie. It’s excellent.
- It’s your horses.

Two years ago in Madrid
I was dining with royalty one night.

One of them said
that no amount of washing...

could turn a gypsy white.

- I accused him of insulting the gypsies.
- You said that to a nobleman?

I spit in his face
and received 20 lashes on my back.

That pig of a nobleman
was the Marqués de Santella.

Santella? Secretary to the king?

He’s a pig.
He prays every night to the devil.

- He’s rich.
- I know, and I have a plan.

In his house is much gold.
I know exactly where it is hidden.

But I need help,
and we can all share in that great wealth.

- It’s too dangerous.
- She is right.

A thief never takes chances.
We can get that gold.

- Then why do you need us?
- I told you, I have a plan.

As it is, they chase us like dogs
from one province to another.

Madrid!

The marqués would order
half of Spain to hunt us down.

Does a girl make decisions for you?

She has a man’s shrewdness.

A shrewd woman would know
when to trust a man.

Well, why should we trust you?

We don’t know who you really are
or... where you come from.

Tomorrow you leave our camp!

I told you to leave tomorrow!

Take me with you.
I want to go with you.

I will not be in the way.
I will be good to you.

I will be very friendly.

- Perhaps.
- You will take me?

Yes.

Yes, I can see you
in Paris, London, America...

everybody bowing to you,
treating you like a lady.

But you’ll marry one of your own...

and have many dirty-faced children.

No, no, no, no, no.

But you can’t leave your people, Rita.
They depend on you. They listen to you.

I hate them.

Oh, Rita, you’re like
a rich curtain before a doorway...

of wild, wonderful miracles.

There is no longer a curtain.

Each band is a sin...

and I want to confess them
all to you.

You make it very hard to refuse.

I’ve known many women, but with you
it’s different. With you I’m afraid.

Is it true what you said?
That no washing will turn a gypsy white?

It takes money.

It’s all yours. Money I’ve saved,
stolen, hidden from the others.

I hate living in the woods
like an animal...

people spitting at me
and treating me like a mongrel.

- It’s not enough for what we both want.
- Then we shall get more.

The Marqués de Santella
has much gold.

Enough to dress you in fine gowns
and take you far away from here.

Anything! Anything you say!
Only promise you’ll take me with you.

I don’t understand Rita.

Last night...

she said it was too dangerous
to go to Madrid.

Today she says we go to Madrid.

Mm-hmm.

I don’t like
this moving around all the time!

It makes me feel like a vagabond.

Where is the tall gypsy?
The one with the lovely beard.

Ah, Marquesa,
I see a rich, fat man in your life.

My husband is not a fat man.

The Marqués de Santella
is a handsome man.

Oh, yes, Marquesa, he is beautiful.

It was because of me
that he permitted this party.

Unless you bring me the tall gypsy at once,
I’ll have you driven off.

No, wait. I thought I saw him
go into the house.

No. He’s in the woods...

making a love potion for you.

- I think he’s in the house.
- No.

He’s waiting for you in the woods.
He told me.

What are you doing here?

The gypsy girl told me
that you would be here.

She lied. She’s jealous.

And so am I.

Last night you promised you’d spend
every moment with me tonight.

We must be cautious.
Your husband.

I love my husband,
but I’m bored with him...

and his musty, old books.

Only a fool would waste his time
on old books...

when he has a beautiful,
young woman to love.

Please, don’t leave with the others.

Stay here in Madrid
so we can be together often.

It’s too dangerous here.

I’ll meet you near the fountain.
I’ll go first. You follow.

Promise?

I promise.

I’ve known many women...

but with you, I’m afraid.

But he never kept
the rendezvous with the Marquesa...

because he had
more important things to do.

He now was ready
to come out into the open.

Sofia was traveling in Europe.
He wrote her to meet him in Paris.

- How do you like Paris?
- Is good, but I like Arizona better.

Aha. And, uh, Sofia?

In there, counting the hours.

- And Loma?
- Helping her with the dresses.

Pepito, the Bonaparte
sails from Le Havre next week.

Book a passage
and reserve the bridal suite.

We go home!

Bridal? You married? You?

- Not yet.
- Now, you tell me everything.

What you do, where you go,
how you live...

how you send so much money.

You found a senorita in Spain, huh?
At a bullfight maybe.

- No, I found her outside of Phoenix.
- Huh?

I’m going to marry Sofia.

Mr. Reavis...

is good all you do for Sofia, for me –
is good –

but is only right for a man to take
a woman as wife when he loves her.

- Don’t you believe that I love her?
- I do not mean it that way.

But, uh, she’s not a girl now.

She’s a woman.

You don’t know Sofia as woman.

I know her better
than anyone else in the world.

But you cannot
put together cake to iron...

or a girl to an old man.

- Old man?
- Well, uh –

Well, why not leave the decision
up to her?

Yes. She has a good head.

- We leave it to her.
- Uh-huh.

Is she still singing Dolores to sleep?

Call the lucky little mother.

Call her.

Sofia.

Sofia.

Well, aren’t you happy to see me?

I cannot see you for the tears.

Are my cheeks flushed?
You can’t see in the dark.

I’m so excited.

Did you notice my necklace?
You sent it from Mexico.

- And the comb – do you remember?
- From Sevilla.

The one I like best is –
is the music box from –

From, uh, Madrid.

Sofia, how does it feel
to be a woman of dignity...

and – and beauty?

Why don’t you ask
how it feels to be lonely?

You too?

All my life, I’ve known two men:

the one who came out of the rain
in the long black cape...

the other one
who is always in my dreams.

Sofia...

am I too old for your affections?

Too old?

I am grateful to have learned
in all my travels...

what so few women ever learn:

how to recognize love.

I could never explain why...

but...

it would fill my heart
if you would become my wife.

Oh, I’ve –
I’ve wanted it this way...

ever since I realized what I wanted.

Oh, Sofia, Sofia.

I have know many, many women...

but with you...

I’m afraid.

Hey, that’s a pretty fancy carriage.

Well, now we’ll see
what a baron looks like.

Come in.

- I am the Baron of Arizona.
- Howdy, Baron.

I’m Miller, Surveyor General.

Oh, may I present, Mr. Miller, my wife,
the Baroness Sofia de Peralta-Reavis.

How do you do, Baroness? Um –

We wish to claim full recognition
of the Peralta land grant.

There’s, uh, been quite a lot of excitement
in town since your man told us you were coming.

Royalty is something new in Arizona.

Our agents have collected the necessary
copies of all certified documents.

The royal decree
signed by Ferdinand VI.

The history of the Peraltas.

The petition.

Are you sure the metes and bounds
i-in this location are, uh –

- I am.
- But there must be some mistake.

Why, this grant, uh –

Why, i-it takes in practically
the entire territory of Arizona.

It does take in the territory.

It also includes all mineral rights,
all rivers...

all grazing ground.

I’d advise you to investigate
this claim at once, Mr. Miller...

for you are living on our land.

Good day, sir.

According to your records of 1750...

a stone marker would prove
a definite location.

And evidence that Peralta
actually took possession.

Well, maybe.

This is pretty wild country
around here.

There is no stone.

If you say so, Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller! Mr. Miller! Mr. Miller!

Peralta. Peralta. Peralta!

This man Reavis
claims to own everything...

from the smallest shack
to the capitol in Prescott!

If the land belongs to him,
the sooner the people know it, the better.

Why? So they’ll be saved court costs?

Mr. Secretary, we’re whipped.

Gentlemen...

because of the Peralta grant...

the New Mexico-Arizona boundary...

has just been altered.

Congress has refused
the territory of New Mexico...

admission as a state to the union...

until the Reavis bounds
are clarified by us.

Well, Griff, what about
the signatures on these documents?

This is a good Havana...

but very often a fine wrapper
conceals inferior tobacco.

You’re the greatest expert
in the country.

Are these papers forged?

I think so.
Now, now, now, don’t get excited.

Why should a land office clerk
finance a child’s education...

when he could have bought the grant
from her for a few dollars...

and claimed it for himself?

- Why did he marry her?
- Well, why?

To protect himself.

As long as a true Spaniard
inherits the land...

he knows the government
will not violate the treaty.

Gentlemen,
it has the stench of swindle.

The signatures on these papers
appear authentic...

but they’re still only copies.

Well, Griff, what do you suggest?

To examine the original source
upon which this claim is founded –

in the monastery
of Alcántara in Spain.

Come in.

- Sir, the president of –
- I am occupied.

Not too occupied to see Gunther
of Southern Railroad.

Say!

Well!

I’ve sent word to you more than once
to come to my office.

Your manners
are as impossible, sir...

as your chances
to continue operating in Arizona.

Say!

What do you know about that?

You’re not going into the railroad business
too, are you? Now, see here, Reavis –

- Baron.
- Baron. I want you –

Your lawyer told you that I hold
the threat of stopping, by injunction...

all railroads trespassing our land.

He advised you to capitulate.

- It’s interesting, isn’t it?
- Yes.

Since I don’t want to impede progress...

- I’m permitting you to advance me $50,000.
- Fifty thousand?

As a first installment
for an immediate quitclaim deed.

Just the amount I was going
to offer you for my right-of-way.

Well, in that case I shall remove you
from the trespassers list.

Thank you, Baron.
Thank you.

Oh, Baron...

how about buying an interest
in some of your mineral rights?

How much of an interest?

Oh, a hundred thousand
as a starter.

That’s not a very interesting start.

Uh, Mr. Gunther...

I understand that you own
that magnificent mansion outside of Phoenix.

That’s right.

Well, now that would be
a very interesting down payment...

on some of my mineral rights.

Baron, you’ve got yourself a house.

I’m a landowner.
We all are.

- We want to know where we stand.
- In my private office without an appointment.

Just a moment. Let’s not have any violence,
at least not till I get my story.

I’m McCleary of the New York World. If you
don’t mind answering a few questions, Baron.

Is it true you’re collecting thousands of dollars
in revenues, rents and royalties...

even before your claim
has been recognized in any court?

Would a railroad advance me a penny...

if there were a question
regarding the validity of my claim?

Not if I know those railroads.

This is Gunther of Southern Railroad.

Mr. Gunther, are you paying me
for right-of-way through my land?

Well, uh, yes.

Why don’t you wait till the government
recognizes his claim officially, Mr. Gunther?

And be forced to pay him
an impossible figure?

That would be
poor business foresight.

If I were you, men...

I would settle right now
for what he demands.

Why don’t all of you gentlemen
listen to the railroad man?

That’s why he’s so rich.

Baron, my publisher, Mr. Pulitzer,
wants me to write you up...

as the man
who changed geography.

- This is only the beginning.
- This is sufficient for me.

Nothing is sufficient
for anyone who can change geography.

My dear, I –

I’ve just bought
a private railroad car for us.

We’ll go all over our territory
sometime next month.

Oh, let’s not go anywhere for a long time.
I’ve so many wonders to get used to.

This is our first real home.

Anything you say, my dear.

Is it unladylike for a baroness to –

to shout to everyone
that she loves her husband?

Never mind everyone.
Just shout it to me.

- Well, I did it.
- You sure nobody was home?

- No, nobody was home.
- Tom.

- It’s wrong.
- He’s just a lot of fancy words.

That little explosion’ll
scare him right out of town.

Don’t worry, Carrie.
We ain’t gonna lose our home.

- I oughta turn you in to the sheriff.
- Pa!

He can’t take the law into his own hands.

It ain’t up to him to scare the baron outta here.
It’s up to the government.

Hank, nothing’ll stop me from tangling with you
if you get in my way.

You just got a room in town, that’s all.
You got nothing to lose.

We got everything.

Did you ever read it?

I thought you might like a copy.

- My name’s Griff.
- My library is complete.

How do you do, Mr. Griff?

- Cigar?
- Thank you.

Writing books is a sideline.

I’m with the Department of Interior.

Oh? What exactly
is your job, Mr. Griff?

Not a very pleasant one, sir.

I expose falsified wills,
ancient manuscripts and, uh...

Spanish land grants.

I can understand the government’s
reluctance to part with Arizona.

I am prepared for
a thorough investigation of all documents.

But I don’t appreciate
the inference of falsification of papers.

I’ve never yet met a claimant
who appreciated my presence in a case.

Griff. Hmm.

Come to think of it,
your name is familiar.

I heard of you when I was a clerk
in the land office at Santa Fe.

Frankly, didn’t you read my book?

I really don’t recall it.

I’ve just returned from Spain after
following your trail from Mexico City to Madrid.

- Surprised?
- On the contrary.

I’m pleased with your energy.

I hope that your investigation
proved interesting.

Interesting enough for another book.

Oh. When you write it,
send me a copy.

Your penmanship
was truly a masterpiece.

A work of art.

This is a good Havana, sir.

But it’s a pity your claim is a bad cigar
wrapped in a rich Spanish leaf.

Good day.

Oh.

It’s autographed.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

May I present Mr. John Griff
of Washington, D.C.

My wife, the Baroness
Sofia de Peralta-Reavis.

How do you do, Mrs. Reavis?

Forgive me.
This is very important.

Mr. Reavis...

during the investigation
of your wife’s parentage...

did you go to
the Guadalajara cemetery?

Yes, Mr. Griff, I did.

And that is where
her father and mother are buried?

Yes, it is.

Mr. Martinez.

Is this the man?

Sí.

Is he the one who told you he was looking for
the tombstones of Pedro and Maria de Peralta?

Sí.

Is he the one who paid you to cut words
on two unmarked tombstones...

in the Guadalajara cemetery?

He pay me to cut flowers
and keep the grave nice and beautiful.

Martinez, you know
the seriousness of perjury?

What is “perjury”?

Did you see this man today?

I see him.
Eleven years ago.

He were looking for Peralta family.

- You told me he bribed you.
- What is “bribe”?

Poor devil. I can understand
what happened and why you did it.

It won’t do you much good.

Mr. Griff.

You think my husband is a fake?

Mr. Griff, look at me.

Tell me, am I a fake?

I felt a sense of guilt.

Don’t let their resentment
disturb you, Sofia.

It’s wrong.

Something is wrong.

I never want to come here again.

I mean it.

You must accept certain terms,
Sofia.

Perhaps I’m not proud enough
to accept such terms.

I forbid you to speak like that.

I remember when you forbade me
to eat raw sugar.

Then remember that you are a baroness.

Now compose yourself.

Sit down, my dear.

How do you do, sir?

How do you do, Baron?

May I present Mr. Richardson,
Secretary of the Interior.

My wife, the Baroness
Sofia de Peralta-Reavis.

- An honor, Baroness.
- On our part, Mr. Secretary.

- Won’t you sit down, sir?
- Thank you.

Well, sir...

we’ve had our best agent
investigating your claim...

for six tedious months.

Well, I have implicit faith in the integrity
of our Washington experts.

We can’t afford delay, Baron.
It’s costing the people too much.

And you leave us no alternative...

but to make good on the multitude
of land titles we’ve issued.

Well, I’m certain the government findings
will be fair...

and I shall abide by their official
confirmation or denial.

How much is the barony worth to you?

That’s a difficult figure to reach,
Mr. Secretary.

As you are well aware...

there are treasures
of unmined gold and silver...

and, uh, the rich grazing land and –

A most difficult figure to reach.

Well...

the United States
is prepared to pay you $25 million...

for the purchase
of the territory of Arizona.

I regret that we must
decline your offer, sir.

What do you expect?

Recognition of the Peralta grant.

Baroness. Baron.

Do you remember the day
you sobbed like a little peasant?

I did not want Arizona.

I wanted to be with you.

But I promised you
your birthright, Sofia.

Now it’s yours, all of it –
every mile, every foot, every inch.

What is it you really want?

And not only that,
but my father was the first white American...

to pitch a tent in Phoenix.

Since I was eight years old
I helped him plant and plow...

until we got enough to buy
our own piece of land from the government.

And then this fella comes along
who says he’s a – a baron...

whatever that is...

and every time I try talking
plain horse sense to him...

he told me to settle
with one of his clerks.

Well, I’m gonna settle
with this baron himself.

There’s your chance, Lansing!
There they come!

Clear the road.

“Clear the road.” Next we’ll have to
pay you to breathe this air.

Reavis, you think the government’d sell us
land that doesn’t belong to them?

No. And any man who speaks like that
is a traitor to his country.

Citizens of Arizona...

we don’t want your homes
or shops or livestock.

Then why are you trying to scare us
into paying for what’s already ours?

I have terrorized no one.
I don’t want to hurt you.

I want to help all of you develop Arizona
into the richest barony in the world.

That ain’t for America.
That’s for Europe.

We ain’t slave workers,
and you ain’t our king.

No.

But I am the Baron...

and what goes with the barony
must and will be recognized by all of you...

just as it was recognized 10 minutes ago
by the United States government.

We heard you forged them papers.

There will be all kinds of rumors.

Why don’t you go to
the surveyor general’s office right now?

There’s a man there who can
straighten you out on this matter.

He’s from Washington.

He just offered us $25 million for our land.

But I turned him down.
I’m not interested in money.

I’m interested in land
and its development.

What if we don’t have the money to pay you?
What if we don’t have the money?

What’ll you do?

I shall evict you.

James!

I feel like Caesar’s wife
before he was murdered.

You’ve sacrificed much, but the effort’ll
be worthless if something happens to you.

I saw the faces
of those people today.

They hate us.
They’re afraid of us.

Once you were afraid of me.
Remember?

I was never afraid of you.

I loved you the instant
you gave me the second piece of candy.

But I’m not happy to be the Baroness.

That’s because you still feel
a sense of unnecessary guilt.

Why must we have all the land?

It would take me days to cover
the acreage around this house alone.

I don’t want a dead baron.

I want a live husband.

Oh, I know only peasants cry, but I –

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!

You ain’t takin’ my farm
away from me!

You’ll have to shoot me also.

“James Addison de Peralta-Reavis...

“and Sofia de Peralta Reavis...

“husband and wife...

versus the United States of America.”

The plaintiffs ask the government
to confirm their title...

to the territory of Arizona.

This is the most unusual case
in the history of land claims.

Every spectator has land at stake and –

I paid the Baron $4,000.
Do I get my money back?

I don’t want to be compelled
to have you arrested...

but this is now a federal court...

and while you have
the sympathy of the government...

I will tolerate
no further disturbance.

Is that clear?

Has the government any legal proof
exposing my claim as a forgery?

No.

Has the government any evidence
to prove the ancestry...

of the Baroness
Sofia de Peralta-Reavis false?

The government has not.

Have you any proof
to discredit the Peralta claim?

No.

Your Honor, I accuse the government
of casting a cloud of suspicion...

on the integrity of my wife,
the Baroness Sofia de Peralta-Reavis.

I accuse the government of encouraging mobs
to violate our privacy...

and to make attempts on our lives.

I accuse the government of costing us
the hatred, suspicion and distrust...

of the people living on our land...

by the deliberate delay
of the recognition of our claim.

I accuse the government of violating the treaty
of Guadalupe Hidalgo and the Gadsen Purchase.

And I demand that the government,
according to its own law...

legally, officially and permanently
confirm the title to the Peralta land grant.

Is the government prepared
to question witnesses?

No, Your Honor.

Don’t you even wish
to question the plaintiffs?

No, Your Honor.

This sudden move of the United States
being on the defense...

has come as a complete surprise.

At this moment we are unprepared
to establish evidence that will prove...

that the original Baron of Arizona,
Miguel de Peralta...

was a mythical gentleman created
by the fertile brain of Mr. Reavis.

Because the government
is the defendant...

it is essential that this proof
be produced as quickly as possible.

It shall be presented
as soon as we are ready, Your Honor.

Let the Court point out
that if this proof is not valid...

the United States of America...

will be compelled
to surrender Arizona to the plaintiffs.

We understand the gravity
of the situation.

Why, even at this moment we are awaiting
reports that will prove the grant...

and all the papers
colossal forgeries.

We shall prove that the woman
known as the Baroness of Arizona...

inherited an utterly fictitious
and fraudulent title.

We shall prove that her husband,
James Reavis, is a fake...

a forger, a swindler and a thief.

Yes?

Up to now,
I fought my husband all the way.

Poor showing for a wife, isn’t it?

I was on your side.
I felt sorry for you.

I did not like the thought of taking away your land,
even if it does belong to us.

I tried to erase the barony
and all it represented.

But now I can think of nothing
but my husband.

In this room he was publicly
accused of being a fake...

a forger and a swindler.

I will not tolerate such charges,
not even by the government.

My husband is not a fraud.
He is not a swindler. He is not a forger.

I have nothing to offer him
except my love and my faith in him.

And if it’s fight you want,
it’s fight you’ll get!

No one calls my husband a thief!

Well, Your Honor,
is the land ours, or isn’t it?

We’ve got a little business
to settle, Baron.

And we’ve made sure
nobody would disturb us.

Now, this fella Griff’s all right,
but we believe he’s telling the truth.

We got an idea
you’re going to outsmart him.

And that’s really got us worried.

And if we don’t have the proof, it means Arizona’s
handed over to you like a shot of bourbon.

- You heard what the judge said.
- But we don’t wanna see it go that far.

Is this the vanguard
of the vigilante committee?

Maybe.

Maybe we don’t like your kind
scaring people into giving you money...

just so they can hang onto land
that’s already theirs.

That’s very interesting.
I’m touched by your public spirit, gentlemen.

What do you propose I do about it?

We ain’t like the others
who want to lynch you.

That won’t help the government much.

You know a lot of fancy words, Baron.
We heard you in court today.

Just write a confession that it was
all a mistake about the land grant.

That’ll make it easier for everybody.

Start writin’.

How old was she?
Are you an American citizen?

- How old was she?
- Are you a good American?

- How long you been in this country?
- You got your citizenship yet?

- I warned you against such tactics!
- They put words in my mouth!

I do not know what they want!

To me, he’s the Baron,
she’s the Baroness.

Mr. Alvarez...

you will forgive the government
for annoying you?

Yes. Yes, Mr. Griff.

I’m sorry.
You know how it is.

Right.

Unfortunately, this case is gonna take time.

Reavis knows I know
he forged the documents.

He also knows
it will be difficult to prove it.

Very difficult.

But what I don’t like about this
is the feeling of mob justice.

That means people will be killed.

You remember once before...

we walked like this
near my little adobe shack, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Long time ago.

And you remember that night?

For months it did not rain in Phoenix.

It was so dry,
one could not even spit.

And then it rained –
a miracle.

Then you knock on the door –
a great miracle.

The rain brought life to the earth.
You brought life to Sofia.

But it is not your fault...

people call you a fake...

’cause that miracle in the rain
was one big lie.

What are you talking about?

I, uh – I know all the time
Sofia is not a Peralta.

- What?
- It is true.

But I checked with everyone.
They said she was abandoned with you.

- They all said she was illegitimate.
- No. She did have her mother and father.

But there was a reason
why I could not let anyone know this.

What reason?

She has Indian blood in her.

I promised her people before they die
I tell no one.

So she will be
like other girls, you know.

It make it easier for Sofia
when she grow up...

when she get married.

I promised them
I take good care of Sofia.

She will eat good and learn
and be a fine woman.

But I am poor.

And always Sofia, she has nothing
but the pigs and the mud.

Nothing.

And then you came...

and I made my plan.

- You made a plan?
- Yes.

But I did not think it would mean
fights and shootings and lynchings...

and taking land from people.

I did not think this.

I think it would mean
good chance for Sofia...

to have everything
I could not give her.

So I lie!

I do not say
you have found the wrong child.

I say nothing.

Ohh. I do not sleep.

I – I’m sick inside.

But all the time I say to myself...

“Pepito, this is good for Sofia.”

Oh, but now I know it’s wrong.

It’s wrong.

It is because of me that Mr. Griff say
your writing on the paper is false.

It is because of me
he say Sofia is not a Peralta.

He is a smart man.

I will go to him
and make a stop to all this.

I will make a stop
to people getting hurt.

I will tell him it is not you...

but me who is the fake.

Well, I’m –

I’m sorry for what I did to you...

my friend.

You’re leaving, hmm?

Yes.

Pepito told me about myself.

Did he?

Is that why you’re going away?

No.

Then it’s because of what I am.

- That’s not why I’m leaving.
- Then what is it?

I’m a fake.

Pepito told me
you had blamed yourself for his fraud.

- Did he say that?
- Yes.

You don’t understand.

He had a reason for lying.

It was for you.

I have no reason.
It’s for myself.

Your eyes look sick.
You’ve been crying.

I don’t want you to feel guilty
because of me.

Oh, good heavens, Sofia.

I spent years developing your mind,
and yet you’re unable to –

to grasp what I’m saying.

I tell you, I’m a forger.

The whole scheme is one big fraud.

There never has been a Peralta.

I created the family out of my own mind
and faked it with ink in the records.

I married you because it was part of my scheme,
not because I loved you.

Well, I’m ready for your contempt...

and your disgust.

Take a good look at me.

Take a good look at your husband.

Now you know why I’m leaving.

I don’t want you to go.

Sofia, look, we have over $500,000.
We can go to Europe. They’ll never find us.

Let’s not have any illusions, James.
We’re guilty, both of us.

You may go.
I’ll take the money back to the people.

Now you’re having illusions.

I am Mrs. James Reavis...

and one of us must have the dignity
to accept punishment.

One of us must have the dignity
to recognize love.

I’ll always love you.
Nothing can change that.

You still want me?

I’ll want you until the day I die.

It is not death,
it is dying that alarms me.

It is not your crime,
it’s your weakness that alarms me.

Arizona.

Seems so small.

You suddenly seem so great.

Now I know what I was looking for –

a woman who would love me
for what I am.

No man can live without that.

No man can ask for more.

- This will make you feel better, dear.
- Thank you.

None for me, Loma.

Mrs. Reavis.

- You sent for me?
- Yes, Mr. Griff.

I, uh –
I have a statement to make.

Strangely enough, I was on my way to see you
when Mr. Alvarez came to my office.

Oh.

Mr. Griff, you were right.

My claim is a bad cigar
wrapped in a rich Spanish leaf.

I am guilty of the criminal act
of forgery...

with intent to defraud
the government of the United States.

My wife is innocent of any part
in the conspiracy.

And Loma Morales
and Pepito Alvarez...

believed my story of her ancestry.

They are blameless.

That’s very interesting, Mr. Reavis.

Excuse me a moment.

Troy.

Your Honor.

Ladies, will you please be seated?

What is this?

The court of private land grant claims
is now in session.

- What?
- This is quite an occasion, Mr. Reavis.

One of historical significance.

This federal court has been
granted the permission...

to sit wherever
and whenever it wants...

and we’ve decided to hold court
here in your home...

to avoid a mob riot
in a public hearing.

Mr. Reavis, we have legal proof...

that will indict, convict and sentence you
to the penitentiary.

Proof?
My forgery is flawless.

Remember this?

The 1748 volume
of the Spanish land grants.

I must admit this is the finest
example of forgery I’ve ever seen.

Now, we had the ink
on this page analyzed.

It contains the tannin acid of oak.

No, that’s impossible.
I made that ink myself.

And the monks haven’t
changed their formula for over 500 years.

A monk named Brother Paul came
to Alcántara from the north of Spain.

He brought his own ink.

Every word on this page
was written by him with his own ink...

except this account of the grant awarded
to Peralta by King Ferdinand of Spain.

This was written with ink
which had no oak.

You used the ink made in the south
when you forged this page.

You didn’t need my confession, did you?

No, not now.

Will it be a – a long prison term?

It’s according to how much money
you return to the landowners.

The lavish manner
in which you spent the money...

will determine the years
of your imprisonment.

There’s all the money.

I’m tired.
I need a rest.

Father Guardian
told me to meditate.

I should have listened to him
that night.

The court cannot guarantee the rest...

but you’ll have sufficient time
to meditate.

Well, I will help you gather up
all my records and receipts and papers.

You’ll need them.
They’re at my office.

Mr. Alvarez,
I’m going to request leniency for you.

Frankly, Your Honor, I don’t see
criminal intent in his conspiracy...

just ignorant devotion
and sentiment.

Are you ready?

Loma...

I’ve never thanked you
for all you’ve done for Sofia...

the influence you’ve had on her.

I’m –

I’m grateful.

Court is now adjourned.

- Are you ready, Mr. Griff?
- Yes.

By the way, Mr. Reavis...

did you read my book?

It was my bible.

The land in Arizona
don’t belong to no baron!

It belongs to you and me!
We paid for it!

We paid for it with money,
and we paid for it with our hard work!

Now, maybe these government men
mean all right...

but I’m sayin’
it takes ’em too long to act!

We gotta do somethin’ now!

There’s only one thing about this case
I can’t understand.

What’s that?

After devoting so many years to this scheme,
what made you confess?

I fell in love with my wife.

Get that sign down!

The Baron is comin’!
The Baron is comin’!

Joe, I don’t like this quiet.

Yeah.

Funny. I never seen this square so empty
this time of night.

Quick!

This’ll learn ya!
You don’t take land that don’t belong to ya!

Hoist ’im!

- James!
- Go on and hang me, you stupid idiots!

Hang me, and the land’ll
never be proven yours.

Go on and hang me!

What’s the matter?
Haven’t you got any brains?

Isn’t there one man among you
with sense enough to realize...

that once I’m dead
you’ll never be able to prove anything?

Ask the government man.
He’ll tell you.

That’s why he was with me –
to question me, to save your property.

You know the law.

Tell ’em what’ll happen if they hang me.
Tell ’em what’ll happen to their land!

- What’s lynchin’ got to do
with provin’ the land is ours?

Hang me, and you hang your ranches
and farms and shops and mines.

Hang me, and you’ll never give Griff
a chance to get at me.

He can’t try a dead man. I’ve got to be alive
if you want to prove that the land is yours.

I’ve gotta answer questions.
I’ve gotta identify documents.

I’ve got to be legally cross-examined
by the United States government.

What do I have to do
to pound it into your thick skulls?

Hang me, and you hang
all your claims with you!

Go on! Hang me!

I thought I told you to leave me.

Get in.