Original subtitles

Morning, friend!

Listen.

Where's Don Alfredo Arango's ranch?

A bottle of Bacanora and some refried beans.

She's paying.

- 150 reales for me and 50 reales for you. - How come your reward's higher?

You weren't even on here before. Be glad it looks like you.

WANTED JOAQUÍN MURRIETA & ADELA CHENG

And 50 reales for you is a lot.

I'm taking a leak. Stay sharp.

I'm sure he has her as a whore, to ease the loneliness.

He'd rather fuck an Indian. They stink way less.

Why don't you go back to your country, you fucking chink?

Fucking deserter...

They should've hanged you. You're better off dead.

I'm already dead.

You hear me, yellow?

Yellow bitch!

So, what happened here?

You and your fucking gold.

We lost the war against the US, along with half of our country.

Left with neither dignity nor gold,

I deserted the Mexican army because of our government's betrayal.

And now, years later,

I'm haunted by the memory of the men I abandoned in battle.

Gun in hand, I travel across the new border,

taking back the gold they stole from us

and giving it back to my people in an attempt to pay back my debt to them.

Even with a bounty on my head, I live under my own law.

And this is the story of how I became a legend.

True tales and tall tales alike.

THE HEAD OF JOAQUÍN MURRIETA

EPISODE 1 GOLD

How many left on your list?

Just a couple more and I'm done.

CALIFORNIA, MEXICO 6 YEARS EARLIER

We're fucked, Murrieta.

Mexico made a secret deal with the gringos.

I won't be cannon fodder so the government can save face!

- Do you still want to leave? - Yes, Leiva.

Before dawn.

I'll leave with you.

Captain, sir. I wanted to tell you that, regardless of what happens tomorrow,

it's been an honor to serve under you.

If it comes to it,

it will also be an honor to die defending our country.

Arango…

I should've fought with you...

Died with you.

Clean up your mess!

Morning. I'm looking for Alfredo Arango.

- Are you his wife? - Who's asking?

Joaquín Murrieta.

Please. I need to talk to him.

You can find him at the graveyard.

Alfredito came back... He was breathing, but dead inside.

And missing a leg.

He killed himself because of you.

Take this, please. Take it.

No amount of money can settle your debt

or undo the damage you did to him and your squadron.

I'm sorry.

UNITED STATES CALIFORNIA

Louder, Quino. I want to hear you speak.

Aim at his haunch, always. Cut him off.

Keep your eyes on the haunch. On the haunch! Don't let go yet!

Quino! Don't be afraid of him. He's got to learn to respect you.

Always from behind. Make a kissing sound.

Let him know you're in charge.

Help me out. Block his path.

- Easy. - Gently.

Toss the rope. Just like that.

How do we get it back? You loop it around.

We come back again To a good life

We come back again To a good life

Melodic sounds

Melodic sounds

Your land, your land

Your land, your land

Go ahead. Do it already.

Are you as cowardly as your father?

At least he wasn't a deserter.

What's suicide, then?

Hey, Adela!

Let him go.

Let the kid go!

Come after me when you're older.

But don't blame me for his suicide because that one's on him.

You hear me?

Why did you spare the kid?

I already took something from them. I can't take everything.

You and your fucking list.

You kill some,

and you give others the gold we steal.

The list is not your problem.

Only one bastard left to kill.

He must be up north,

not far from where I saved you.

Let's go.

The orchard harvest is good. The rains have helped.

It'll last for another week. We have to start getting ready for winter.

Pack it in there. Good.

Hey! What are you doing?

This is our property and crops. You have no right.

This land belongs to the United States.

You are being evicted. Government orders.

What government? You can't come here to threaten us.

I'm not afraid of you or your horse.

Fighting with them is useless.

That's exactly what you said during the war.

I did what I had to do to keep our land.

What good is owning land if we're attacked?

Where we're not accepted? Let's sell.

- We can live with my family. - No one will pay its true value.

Quino would be with his grandparents. He'd have friends.

We don't belong with either of our families.

They cast us out.

They'd never take you back after marrying a Nakayé.

Your stubbornness shouldn't define the rest of our lives.

They're our blood and that matters more than land.

We finally have an opportunity to grow as a family.

This land will continue to provide for us. I promise.

We can't give up.

The blue coats have us by the throat.

Don't let them catch you with this, not even a single gram.

You know what would happen if the gringos catch me doing business

with Mexicans who don't pay taxes?

I'm not a Mexican. I'm a Californian.

He's also Californian, but you don't see him bragging.

Let me know when you get your citizenship. If it happens this century.

Someday, Blanquita.

Cheer up, boys. Sleep while you can.

Hell awaits us at dawn.

Where are you going? No. Don't run away.

You have to stay here and die with the rest of your men!

Don't run away!

Deserter!

Fucking hell...

- We're surrounded. - Weren't you keeping watch?

It's always the same shit with you.

Shut up. Focus on the fucking gringos.

Take what you can from them.

Hurry, these gringos multiply like rabbits.

Don't kill me. I have a family.

UNITED STATES CALIFORNIA

FRONTIER OUTPOST

Hey, pretty one. What are you doing here?

What happened?

Captain Love, your men destroyed our crops,

threatened us, and told us to find a new place to live.

This deed shows that those lands are ours.

You can't evict us.

This land belongs to the US government.

My men are enforcing the laws of this country.

We bought that land.

You promised to respect our property and grant us citizenship.

And now I'm telling you, that if you wish to live in the US...

you have to abide by our laws.

And if you don't like what we're doing for you...

go back to that shitty country of yours.

Tayya!

Gringo son of a bitch!

Take her away!

Tayya!

But to prove to you that our laws are just,

her punishment will be 20 lashes.

Captain, that's as bad as hanging her. Please!

My wife won't survive the punishment. She's a woman.

She can't control her emotions.

It's my fault for not restraining her. So, please, punish me instead.

I never thought that dealing with you would be so complicated.

You're not docile, like the negros. You're beasts.

You should've controlled your beast.

You're a weak man. A good Mexican.

No, horse.

Brother…

May God guide you on the eternal path.

I promise I'll find whoever did this to you.

The Chinese woman.

Joaquín Murrieta and Adela Cheng.

Go ahead and hang me, fucker!

You and your asshole boss can go fuck yourselves!

That gold is ours. We shouldn't have to pay your fucking tax.

Tomorrow, you'll hang in full view of your people.

See if that teaches you, fucking greasers.

What the fuck are you doing here?

They want to take our land.

Now that it's "your land," you found the courage to fight?

We lost the war because of cowards like you.

You couldn't care less about what belongs to everyone,

only what belongs to you.

Will they hang you?

I hope those whips at least teach you a lesson.

That they're in charge?

That cowardice is the worst enemy of the people.

Adela…

What are you doing with that?

- Why is my name there? - None of your business.

You wronged everyone there. How did you wrong me?

Am I here to be killed, or because you owe me?

If you're lying,

give me my gold and I'll disappear.

You're a coward and a liar!

You're here because you're a fool.

Because I'm saddled with looking after a kid.

I knew you were a deserter, but not a traitor.

Give me my damn gold!

Listen, you little bitch... If you're going to leave,

take the fucking horse and leave.

Do it before I do, because it's mine.

And I swear, if I ever see you again...

I'll shoot you right in the face.

We're under attack. You know what to do.

Dad.

Mom.

That's it!

If he's coming to California, it's better if you don't come across him.

Murrieta is the finest gunman in all of Mexico.

You have 24 hours to surrender your land.

If you don't comply, you'll end up like her.

Your wife and son included.

Those who don't abide by our sacred laws,

will be punished with all my might

and that of the United States.

You're fucked, you hear me?

So, now what?

Get drunk, of course.

Come here, fucker!

- Fucking Murrieta. - Fucking Priest.

- Will I survive the first sip? - Maybe.

Where's Adela?

Give me my money and I'll disappear.

We're all better off going our separate ways.

What about the names in your book?

I only have Leiva left. But the bastard vanished.

And Adela...

And Adela. I'm the idiot who taught that fucking girl

that it's better to kill someone than having to watch your back.

Don't be an asshole, just give Adela her share.

Who said I no longer wanted to be an asshole?

Fucking Murrieta.

Sooner or later,

we'll settle accounts.

Not even with a confession.

And to be able to confess, you must first repent.

And yet here I am, taking advice from a drunk

who thinks he's a priest.

You're too drunk, Priest! Can you do it or not?

Let's go to Agua Caliente and take it from there.

Treacherous bastard. I'm getting my gold back.

Water...

Quino, get water.

Pack whatever you can.

We'll go to your family, just like you wanted.

What about our ranch?

It's theirs now.

I want to show you something.

That metal is sacred.

The war started because we took it.

Why did you hide this?

This is our only way out.

In due time, we'll come back.

And this will stay here, and we'll start a new life.

We'll build the place we dreamed of.

- We have to leave. - Where?

To your grandpa's.

You'll have friends, and they'll teach you how to hunt.

How's that sound?

Head for the hills. Don't stop.

Quino, run!

No! Quino, no!

No!

Quino! No!

No!

No!

No!

Creative Supervisor Rodrigo Toscano