02x02 - Legend of a General (1)

[bunniefuu]

-Bienvenido, señor.
-Thank you, Pepe.

-It was nice of you to come.
-It was nice of you
and your father to ask me.

Amigo!
[laughing]

-How are you, my friend?
-Fine. And you?

Oh, excellent, excellent.

-Looks like I'm early.
-Don't worry.

Teresa and her father
will be here.

-Would you like
a drink, señor?
-By all means.

I hear that you have been
seeing a great deal
of Teresa Commargo.

-Yes, I guess I have.
-Oh, she's a lovely girl.

-To your good taste.
-Thank you.

-Hmm.
-Mmm.

And to you,
to the Barkleys,

and most important,
to my dear friend,
your mother.

Thank you, General.

So, how is the work
coming along at your mine?

Installing pumps
is a little slow process.

Good, good, good.
I'm glad to hear that.

If it means that we
will have you with us
a longer time.

-Won't you be going back
to Mexico City soon?
-No.

I will be staying here
in Rio Blanco.

I have, uh, resigned
from the government.

I have broken with Diaz.

This does not seem
to surprise you.

No. No, I've seen
what's been happening.

Our people have lost
everything they gained
under PresidenteJuarez.

Pepe.

But he's right.
Diaz has nothing
to offer the people

except a firing squad
for those who complain
too loudly.

-What are you going to do?
-Once I would've fought
against him

as I did against Santana,
Guerrero, Bustamente,

as I fought with Juarez
against Maximilian
and the French.

But, uh, I'm not
so young anymore, and--

[hoofbeats]

That must be Teresa
and her father.

-Mmm.
-Mmm. Mmm! [laughing]

Mmm! Mmm!

-General?
-Amigo.

General. General.

-You must get away from here.
-Get away?

Diaz has ordered your arrest.
The rurales are coming for you.

-They will be here any minute.
-Take Pepe and go.
Use our horses.

-Wait.
-There is no time to argue.

You must leave Rio Blanco now!
You must get out of Mexico!

-Leave Mexico?
-[sighs] It is not safe
here anymore.

-Diaz's rurales are
everywhere.
-But to run away?

General, you must go now!

But where?
I have no place!

Across the border
to California. To the ranch.
You'll be safe there. Come on.

-Pepe.
-[mutters]

Adios, amigo.
And gracias.

[shouting in Spanish]

[hoofbeats approaching]

[Spanish]

-Buenas noches, Señor Barkley.
-Buenas noches, Captain.

-What's going on?
-I have orders
to arrest Vicente Ruiz.

-The general?
-El bandido, señor.

-Bandit?
-Sí.You've seen him?

No, I haven't seen
the, uh, bandit.

Buenas noches,Captain.

-Oh, thank you, General.
-Ah-ah. Oh, please.

Sorry. Vicente.

But I just can't think of you
as anything but General.

-All right, Pepe.
-Sí, papá.

-Buenos diás, señora.
-Good morning, Pepe. Vicente.

-Good morning.
-Where are you going?

Into town.
Is there anything
I can get for you?

-For me? No. Nothing, thank you.
-Here comes Jarrod.

-Thank you.
-What are you doing home
this time of day?

-Playing postman for milady.
-From Heath?

Does it say when
he'll be home?

"Dear family,
if the installation
of the pumps goes as expected,

I'll be leaving here
on the 21st."

-That's a week from today.
-"Tell Nick I'm stalling

until he gets through
riding fence up at Sky Meadows.

I'll tell you what's
keeping him down there.

It's that pretty senorita
he's been writing about.

-Oh?
-And wait till brother Nick

hears about the lovely Teresa
Delores Francesca Commargo.

He'll get mad, drop everything
he's doing and go fishing
until Heath gets back.

-Where are you going? To town?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, then, you, my dear,
are unanimously elected
to prepare my lunch.

Oh, lucky me.

I can tell by your attitude
that you are absolutely
overwhelmed.

Heath sends you his regards.

Oh, thank you.

I can see that you still
don't like for me
to work as a herrero.

We want you here as a guest,
not a blacksmith.

I'm about ready
to put my foot down.

Then I will have to leave.

You see, I like the work
of a herrero.

It was the work of my father
and of his father.
It is good work. Work--

That is something I have
almost forgotten how to do.

I have almost
forgotten everything
but to hate and k*ll.

Now, for the first time,
since I was no bigger
than Pepe,

I have peace.

I have my work.
I have my son with me.

I have you and your family
as my friends.

There is nothing more
that I want.

-I'm happy.
-All right, Vicente.

-I'll try and remember that.
-Thank you.

[hoofbeats approaching]

-Buenos diás, señores.
-Buenos diás.

-I saw your encampamento.
-What can we do for you?

I am looking for an hacienda
of a family named Barkley.

What do you want there?

-I'm looking for a friend.
-What's his name?

-I'm Nick Barkley.
-[Spanish]

I'm looking for Vicente Ruiz
who's staying at your ranch.

Perhaps he has mentioned
my name to you.
I'm Jacobo Lopez.

-As a matter of fact,
he has. Yes.
-I must see Vicente.

Well, the road to the ranch
is right down there.

Pretty long trip though.
You're welcome to stay here
for some grub if you like.

No, señor. Gracias.

But I must see Vicente.

-Adios.
-Adios.

Jacobo.

You made a mistake--
a big mistake.

[hoofbeats approaching]

♪ [Woman singing in Spanish]

♪ [ends]

Lovely, my dear, lovely.

That was beautiful, Teresa.

[knocking]

-Come in, Captain, come in.
-Buenos t*rd, Don Alfredo.

Forgive me, but I was
riding by, and I heard
the señoritasinging.

I was enchanted.

I could not resist
the temptation to stop
and pay my respects.

-Gracias.
-Ah, Señor Barkley.

It's good to see you.
It has been a long time. Weeks.

-I'm busy out at the mine.
-Ah, sí, sí.

And I have been busy
searching the hills for Ruiz.
[chuckles]

But with no luck, of course.

I will tell you why.
He's in California.

-Are you sure?
-Ah. Positive.

California. Hmm.
That's your home, señor.

California's a big state,
Captain.

True, true.

But still, it is somewhat
of a coincidence, is it not?

Since I have been informed
that your family has known Ruiz
for many years.

-My mother has.
-I see. She must've
been shocked

to learn that he'd embezzled
a million pesos from
the government of Mexico.

I must tell you something
about my mother, Captain.

She's one of those people
who believes a man isn't guilty
until he's proved guilty.

Of course.
But if Ruiz is innocent,
why did he run away?

-Do you really want me
to answer that?
-Sí.

Let's not spoil an afternoon
with such talk.

May I offer you a brandy?

Gracias, señor.

Señor Barkley, have you
heard from your family--

The garden is lovely
this time of day.

Señorita.

Ah, muchas gracias,
Don Alfredo.

-Thanks for rescuing me.
-I didn't want you

to waste any time
on Capitán Chavez
when soon you will be gone.

Unless one of those new pumps
at the mines break down.

Is it possible?

Well, I'll see what I can do.

[hoofbeats approaching]

[footsteps]

Miguel!
[laughs]

[all shouting in Spanish]

-What a happy surprise!
-Let us have a look at you.

What's this?
You're wearing the clothes
of a poblano.

-Sure. I'm a blacksmith now.
-No, I don't believe it.

You should try an honest
day's work. It's not
as bad as you think.

Wait. I have something
for you, General.

-No. No more "General."
No more, no more.
-We will talk about that.

But first, look!
[laughs]

Ah! Amontillado.

-Sí.
-From your own wine cellar
in Rio Blanco.

-No!
-Sí.

Captain Chavez
lives there now,
but we still visit

the wine cellar
now and then.

Hey, you bandidos!
[laughs]

You ride a long way.
Let's wash down the dust
with some of this wine, huh?

[all shouting in Spanish]

Everybody's asleep,
so we sit down here.

Make yourself comfortable,
my friends.

What a surprise!
What a surprise!
[laughs]

I was on my way to sleep.
All of a sudden,
I look up and I see--

Never in a hundred years
would I think such a surprise.

-Salut.
-[Spanish]

-Ahh! Mmm!
-[Spanish]

-It's good, huh?
-It is great.

Hey, General,
this is like old times, huh?

Yes, it's just like
old times.

But tell me, you--
you did not come all the way
from Rio Blanco

-just to have a drink
with me, did you, huh?
-No.

-No, we did not come
just to drink wine.
-Then why did you come?

General,Diaz knows
where you are.

Well, so?
He's not presidentehere.

-What can he do?
-Just what he has done, Vicente.

-Sent an asesino to k*ll you.
-We found out and we came
after him.

-We caught up with him
this afternoon.
-And?

He got away from us,
but he is wounded.
We will catch up with him.

Huh. You know,
only today
I told the señora,

"I have finally found peace."

That is not all, General.
It will be hard
for you to believe this,

but that asesino,
that was Jacobo.

Jacobo?

Jacobo?
No, no, no, no
no, no, no, no.

-It is true.
-But-- B-But Jacobo,
he's my friend!

-He belongs to Diaz now.
-No, no. For 25 years,

I ride together with him,
I fight together with him.

He is more
than a compadreto me.
He is a brother.

That is what Diaz
is doing to Mexico.

He is turning
our brothers into spies,
traitors, asesinos!

No, no, no, no, not Jacobo.

Sí, Jacobo!

-Then there is no hope.
-You are wrong, Vicente.

There is still much hope.

You do not know.
You have been away.

The people,
they are angry, restless.

They are like the brush
grown dry in the sun.

One spark, and all of Mexico
will go up in flames!

-And you-- you could
strike that spark.
-I--

Vicente, the people
all over Mexico
are scrawling your name.

"Viva Vicente!

Viva Ruiz!
Death to Diaz!"

And Diaz is not blind.
He sees, he knows.

And he is afraid.
That is why he sent Jacobo
to k*ll you.

Come back, General.
Your old compañeros
are waiting.

They rode with you once.
They will ride again!

No, no, you do not need me.

-We do!
-There must be others.

If there were,
we would not be here.

-Only you can overthrow Diaz.
-Come back, Vicente.

-I-- I have to think about it.
-General, you do not belong
here!

You belong with
your compañeros, where you
are able to help them fight!

I have friends here too!
And my son is here also!

Sí, sí. But your amigos,
they are waiting!

I cannot decide now!

I know.

We understand, General.

But when-- when can you
give us an answer?

-Tomorrow, huh?
-Sí, sí.Tomorrow.

Bueno.

-Buenos noches.
-Buenos noches.

[Spanish]

Oh.
[chuckles]

Good morning, señora.

Vicente, I thought you
might like a cool drink.

Oh, gracias, gracias.

-There.
-Thank you.

-I suppose your friends
will be here soon.
-Sí, sí.

Have you made up your mind
what you're going to do?

No, not yet.

Oh, I've been very happy
these last three months,
señora.

Well, I'm glad,
Vicente, but--

But what?

Well, I wonder how long
you could go on being happy

knowing your people
wanted you and need you.

-Well, I have to think of Pepe.
-Oh, he could stay here.

-No!
-VICENTE: Pepe.

I won't stay here.
If you go back to Mexico,
I go with you.

-You can always
come back later on.
-No!

-You will do as I say.
-I won't stay here without you.

If you leave me,
I'll go back on my own.
I swear it!

Oh, he's your son, Vicente.
No question about that.

Sí, sí.

All right, all right.
You will come with me,
if I decide to go back.

If you go back?
Haven't you already
made up your mind?

Sí, sí.

You're right, señora.
I have decided.

I am going back.

We are going back.

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

Señor,I thought you were--

Help me, señor.
Help me.

[groaning]

-So, compadre, we ride again.
-[laughs]

But not for someone else
this time, General.
For you.

This time it is you they want,
you they wait for.

By the thousands, General.
By the tens of thousands!

Nick and Jarrod will be
disappointed they weren't here
to say good-bye to you.

So I'll say it for them.

Good-bye, Vicente,
and good luck.

-How can I thank you?
-You can't, because there's
nothing to thank me for.

I mean it.
I'm still in your debt.
I always will be.

-Pepe.
-Adios, señora.

-Adios, señorita.
-Adios, General.

[hoofbeats approaching]

-Mother.
-Hmm?

-Nick--
-A friend of Vicente's.

Hank!

Take him on inside.
I'll be in in a minute.

You're wrong, señor.
He was my friend,

but he died my enemy.

His name was Jacobo Lopez.
We rode together.

He became an asesino
for Diaz.

He was sent to k*ll me.
If it were not for my friends,
he would.

-That's not the story that
Jacobo told me before he died.
-No?

He said that these men
were working for Diaz, not him.

But he said that
about us, señor?

He said these men were
sent here to get you back
to Mexico.

-He lied!
-Let him finish.

-But it was Jacobo--
-Let him finish!

Vicente, if we had come
down here to k*ll you,

would we be standing here?

You didn't come here
to k*ll him.
Diaz doesn't want him dead.

Not right now, anyway.
He's afraid it'd make
a martyr out of him.

But he does want you back
in Mexico so he can put you
on trial for embezzlement.

Vicente, the people want you,
not Diaz, and Diaz knows this.

He also knows the only way
to stop these people
from following you

is to get you to Mexico,
put you on trial, brand you
a thief and disgrace you.

Well, anyway, that--
that's Jacobo's story.

Do you think that he
was telling the truth?

Well, now, Vicente,
you knew him better than I did.

-What do you think?
-Vicente--

Look, Vicente,
the man was dying.

He knew he was dying.
Why would he lie?

-What would he have to gain?
-What would he have to gain,
Miguel?

[mutters]

Vicente, we-- we have been
friends for a long time.

Answer the question.
What did he have to gain?

[mutters]

You-You can't believe
that-- that I would--

Why? Why should I believe
what you say about Jacobo

and not believe what Jacobo
says about you?

You say we have been friends
for a long time.
That is true.

But so have I been friends
with Jacobo!

You say that Diaz
turns our compadres
into traitors.

If it is true,

if it has happened to Jacobo,

then why can't this happen
to anybody?

To me, to you,
to anyone else, huh? Why?

[muttering]
Vicente, I--

I-I swear that--

-You lie!
-[shouts]

For 30 years
I have known you, Miguel.

I know those eyes.

I know that face,
and I know when there's
a lie behind them.

-Get out of my sight,
all of you.
-You heard him.

Now move out. Move!

[Spanish]

Hasta la vista, General.

-Sí, sí.We will meet again.
-And perhaps we too, señor.

Aah! Aah!

[men shouting in Spanish]

Thank you.
It was a lovely day.

My pleasure.

-DON ALFREDA: Teresa.
-Yes, Father?

I wish to speak to you.

-Yes, Father?
-It's about Señor Barkley.

-What about him?
-I must ask you
not to see him again.

-Why can't I--
-That should not be
too much to ask.

He will be leaving
Rio Blanco in a few days.

-But why can't I see him?
-Teresa,

while you were out,
Captain Chavez was here.

He brought me disturbing news.

The government has found out
that Señor Barkley

helped Vicente Ruiz
escape to the United States.

More than that, Ruiz is now
living on the Barkley rancho
in California.

-But how does that concern us?
-You are not a child.

You know the atmosphere
of the country as well as I do.

Chavez did not come here
to gossip.

He came as a friend
with a warning.

He was advising us
to have nothing more to do
with this friend of Ruiz.

-You are afraid of Chavez?
-Only a fool would not be
afraid. He could ruin me.

I will not risk incurring
the displeasure of the Diaz
government over nothing.

-"Nothing"?
-A flirtation.

-It is more than that!
-You may call it whatever you
wish, but it must stop.

Teresa! You may think
of me as you wish,
you may call me a fool,

you may patronize me
as a frightened old man,

but you cannot disobey me
in this!

Good night, Papá.

Good night.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

I want to go home.

Home?

[sighs]

Pepe, do you know
what that really means?

I know what Jacobo said
to Señor Nick.

-That the people
are waiting for you.
-Even so,

Diaz will not run at the sound
of the first shot.

It will mean months--

at least months
of living in the mountains.

Hiding, fighting, being hunted.

-I don't care.
-But I care for you, Pepe.

That was my life.
I don't want that for you.

-I promised your mother.
-That was your promise,
Papá, not mine.

All right.
Good night, Pepe.

We will talk in the morning
and make our decisions.

[sighs]
One thing is sure:
We cannot stay here.

I will not bring my troubles
to the house of my friends.

Good night, Pepe.

-NICK: Jarrod.
-Hello, Nick.

Well, I'm sure glad
to see you.

-Is something wrong?
-We had just a little bit of

-trouble this afternoon.
-[footsteps approaching]

- Your trouble has returned.
- Well, well.

Do you have the feeling
we should know
these gentlemen, Nick?

They're Diaz men
after Vicente.

Get the others, Leon.

Now, then.

Into the house.
Move! iAndele!

Carlos was just coming
up to get you, General.

Vamos,Vicente.
You're coming with us.

It's a long way
to the border, gentlemen.

I doubt that you'll
ever make it.

All the way south,
every lawman's gonna
be on your trail.

If you wish to see
the general die,
that is up to you.

I promise you,
you will never get him
back alive.

[shouting in Spanish]

Pepe, no!
No, don't go out there!

[horse whinnying]

[shouting]

-Papá!
-Pepe!

-No!
-Pepe, get back in the house!

[shouting]

She's inside, my son.

Please, I'm in a hurry.

Too big a hurry
to say good-bye?

Good-bye, Heath.

This whole thing
doesn't make sense to me.

One day, we're fine, and the
next day, I get a note telling
me to saddle up and ride.

-Now, if I've
done anything wrong--
-You did nothing wrong.

Well, then, what is it?

It's-- It's my father.
He's afraid.

-Afraid of what?
-Of you,

and the fact that you're
a friend of General Ruiz.

Well, he knew that.

But he didn't know you
helped him to escape-- that
he's living on your rancho.

-What's that got to do with us?
-He forbid me to see you.

Oh, Heath, you don't understand
because you don't live here.

You come, you stay a while,
you go.

But we must stay--

stay with the fear
that everything we have
could be taken from us

because somebody doesn't like
what we do or say

or the people we have
for friends.

-How can you live like that?
-Because we've never lived
any other way.

-I must go now.
-I'm sorry it had
to end like this.

It had to end someway,
sometime.

I'm not so sure about that.

Señor Barkley.

I have been looking for you.

Captain Chavez would like
to see you before
you leave Rio Blanco.

-What's he want?
-He didn't say, señor.

The captain is in his office.
Would you come?

You wanted to see me?

-Mmm.
-Well, what about?

Well, señor,I'm afraid
I cannot permit you
to leave Rio Blanco.

-Why not?
-Let's stop pretending,
huh, señor?

I know that you helped
Vicente Ruiz the night
that he left Rio Blanco.

I also know that your family
is giving him refuge
on your ranch in California.

You are guilty of
obstructing justice, señor.

You are under arrest.

[knocking]

-Yes?
-Señor Barkley?

-I'm one of 'em.
I'm Nick Barkley.
-Permit me.

-Mexican consul?
-In San Francisco.

-Oh, come on in.
-Gracias.

Right this way.

Mother,
this is Senor Cortines,
Mexican consul.

-I am honored, señora.
-Señor, please, sit down.

Gracias.You will forgive me
for calling on you unexpectedly?

-That's all right.
May I offer you something?
-No, gracias.No.

Señora, I know of the
unfortunate incident which
took place here last week.

"Incident"?
Well, my home was invaded

in an attempt
to kidnap a friend,
and two men were k*lled.

Now, to my mind,
that's something a little
more than an incident.

Of course I did not intend
to minimize the affair.

It was tragic.
However, señora,

this official expression
of regret

does not mean
that my government
is not interested

in obtaining the custody
of Vicente Ruiz.

He is charged with a crime.

We wish him returned to Mexico
to stand trial.

You obviously want
something from me.
But what?

-Your cooperation.
-"Cooperation"?

Well, you have given Vicente
Ruiz refuge in your home.

He's a guest in our home,
if that's what you mean.

Ruiz is a criminal, señora.

He was a bandit
in the Sierra Madre for years.

Is that why Diaz
took him into the government?

The presidentemade a mistake
in that appointment, señor.

One he now acknowledges
and is determined to rectify.

And now you throw Vicente
into a dark dungeon

over some trumped-up charge.

-Well, now, you listen to me.
-Nick.

Now, what are we talkin'
to him for, Mother?

What could he possibly say
that would interest us?

-Those are good questions.
-Yes, and I will try
to answer, señora.

[sighs]

The Barkley family has rather
extensive financial interests
in my country.

Oh, so that's it.

We kick Vicente
out of our house
so your hired g*ns

can grab him and haul him
back to Mexico,

or Diaz will make an awful
lot of trouble for us.

I would suggest
you think about it.

-There is nothing
to think about!
-My son is right.

If you're threatening
to confiscate our property

unless we withdraw our support
of the general,

well, you'll just simply
have to make good your threat.

But why, señora?
Why such a sacrifice
for Vicente Ruiz?

-Does he mean so much to you?
-Yes.

-I still ask, why?
-Señor,

my husband and I were
in Mexico 30 years ago--

the outbreak of the w*r
between our two countries.

We were working in Durango,
and as Norte Americanos,

we were arrested
as enemy aliens.

We could have been ex*cuted.

I believe we would have been
had it not been for
a young bandit and his men

who were up in the hills
around Durango, fighting
Santa Ana and his men.

-Vicente Ruiz?
-Yes.

He and his men raided Durango,
rescued my husband
and myself

and took us with them
into the hills.

We lived with them,
he protected us,

and eventually he got us back
to the United States border.

Vicente Ruiz and his men
saved our lives--

some at the cost
of their own.

Now, does that
answer your question?

-Yes. And I'm sorry.
-Sorry?

That you feel such a great
obligation to Vicente Ruiz.

It will make your decision
that much more difficult.

What decision?

Señora, your son Heath
has been arrested.

-Arrested?
-For what?

For aiding Vicente Ruiz
to escape from Mexico.

He is in jail in Rio Blanco
awaiting trial.

Señora,

your son could receive
the death penalty
for his crime.

[Spanish]

Tomorrow,

the next day...

...or the day after that,

I will be out there.

You haven't been tried yet.

Neither had he

under the decrees of Diaz.

It's enough that I was
a friend of General Ruiz.

He has lots of friends.

They can't k*ll 'em all.

[chuckles]

I shall try to take comfort
in that fact

when they stand me up
against the wall, señor.

Perhaps I shall even cry,
"Viva Vicente!"

But I doubt it.

Once, I would've cut out
the heart of any man
who called me a coward.

But now, señor,
I shall be honest with you.

I sit here and wish I had

some important information
the government wanted

or some compadre
I could betray.

Anything

which I could use to bargain
with Captain Chavez
to spare my life.

I don't want to die.

-Not like that.
-No one does.

And you won't, señor.

Government doesn't want
your life.

-It wants Ruiz.
-Well, they won't get it.

-Your family won't
give him up?
-No.

-And you won't ask them to?
-No.

I don't understand that,
señor.

I think I admire it,
but I don't understand it.

JARROD: Are you telling me
there's nothing you can do
or nothing you will do?

All I can do is sympathize,
Jarrod.

But surely the State Department
would intervene on Heath's
behalf if you requested it?

I have requested that,
Victoria.

Senator, are you completely
aware that Heath's life
is at stake?

If it was my decision,
I'd send the army to Rio Blanco
to get Heath if necessary.

But it isn't my decision.

I'll do what I can,
but I can't do any more.

What about the general?
What's been his reaction?

We haven't told him yet.

You haven't told him?
In the name of heaven,
why not?

Because if he knew that Heath
were in jail because of him,

he'd give himself up
to the Diaz regime immediately.

Don't you think he has a right
to make that choice?

We wanted to speak
to you first.

You see, if Vicente
returns to Mexico, he'll never
get out of prison alive.

I understand your loyalty
to him, but you have
an obligation to Heath too.

-I'm aware of that.
-Of course you are, Victoria.

But you're trying to do
the impossible.

It's Heath or the general,
but not both.

And is it such a difficult
choice, Victoria?

Heath is your son.

Forget the general.

Thank you very much
for your time and advice.

And you're quite right.
We should forget Vicente.

-Jarrod, we'd better
be getting home.
-Senator.

But you're not going to,
are you?

No. No, because we don't
believe it as either-or.

We think we can save
both Heath and Vicente.

At least we'll try.
Thank you.

Guard! Guard!

[cup clangs]

Sergeant.

[sighs]

-What's the matter?
-This man is sick.

-Well?
-Well, get him a doctor.

There is no doctor
in Rio Blanco.

And even if there were,
I wouldn't trouble him
with a man

who goes in front
of the firing squad
in the morning.

Something wrong
with the food?

Not a thing,
if you like garbage.

I wouldn't slop pigs
with that.

Because you come
from a rich country.

I've heard your streets
are paved with gold.

But we are a poor country.

Our people cannot be
so particular.

And we cannot be wasteful.

Eat your supper, señor.

Eat it, or I will have
my men feed it to you!

-Sergeant.
-[Spanish]

You eat it.

Get him out of there!

[Spanish]

MAN: In a moment,
some scenes from next week's
concluding episode

of "Legend of a General."

Your g*ns on the table.

Gracias, señorita.

The trial has been
set for two weeks
from tomorrow.

The district court
in Hermosillo.

And I thought I might point out
to you that if you receive
the death penalty,

it will be carried out
immediately.

-What are you doing?
-[both] Hyah!