02x03 - Legend of a General (2)

[bunniefuu]

-Señor Barkley.
-MAN [narrating]:
This is Lee Majors.

Here are some scenes
from last week's episode,

part one of
"Legend of a General."

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?

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

-Why not?
-You are guilty of
obstructing justice, señor.

You are under arrest.

Señora,
the Barkley family

has rather extensive financial
interests in my country.

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 Díaz will make
an awful lot
of trouble for us.

I would suggest
you think about it.

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.

Señora, your son Heath
has been arrested.

-Arrested?
-For what?

For aiding Vicente Ruiz
to escape from México.

He is in jail in Rio Blanco
awaiting trial.

Your son could receive
the death penalty
for his crime.

Something wrong
with the food, señor?

Not a thing
if you like garbage.

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

You eat it.

♪ [theme]

Buenos dias, Comandante.

Sí, sí.
Back again, huh?

Sí, mi comandante.

Lock him up.

Wait.

Get back to your posts.
Come on.

Gracias, señor.

I received a letter from
the minister of justice.

Your trial has been set
for two weeks from tomorrow

-at the district court
in Hermosillo.
-So?

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

it will be carried out
immediately.

-Is that all?
-You want to die, Barkley?

-Well, I didn't know
I had a choice.
-Ah, but you do.

Even though you broke the law
when you helped Ruiz to escape,

I'm sure the government
could be persuaded

to drop the charge against you
if you cooperated with it.

Just exactly what
do you mean by "cooperate"?

You could write a letter
to your family

and ask them
to withdraw the protection
they are giving Ruiz.

You're wastin' your time.
Even if I wrote a letter
to my family,

they'd just pay
no attention to it.

What kind of family do you
have that would let you die to
protect a thief and a traitor?

He's not a thief
and a traitor.

The thief and the traitor,
Captain, is in Mexico City,

and his name is Díaz.

Very well, gringo.

It is your life.

Don't bother
with him, señor.

He's nothing, nobody.

El Payaso,he is called.
The clown.

A borracho, señor.
He is always drunk.

If he's not
in a cantina drinking,
he's in here sobering up.

He is right, señor,
but not this time.

I have something for you.

Look inside my sombrero.

Viva Ruiz!

Gracias.

[door opens]

Oh, thank heavens you're home.
You've got to talk to Vicente.

-He and Pepe
are packing to leave.
-What?

-Yes. He found out
about Heath.
-How did he find out?

Oh, that man
from San Francisco,
the Mexican counsel.

-Cortines?
-Yes, he was here.
I tried to stop him,

but he told Vicente that Heath
was in jail because of him.

You should not have
kept that from me.

We didn't want
to deceive you, Vicente,

but we didn't want to risk
having you leave here while
we were still in Sacramento.

Senator Perkins
is a friend of ours.

We went there to see if he
could help us with Heath.

What could he do?

After all, he has to act within
the limits of his office.

What could he really do?

Nothing.

It all boils down
to this, Vicente.

The state department doesn't
feel that it can intervene
on Heath's behalf at this time.

And there's another thing.
Just before we left Sacramento,

the Díaz government asked that
you be returned to Mexico.

JARROD:
Our government
is complying.

The order will be
in the U.S. marshal's hand
in San Francisco by morning.

They can't do that.
They can't just send him
back to Mexico.

It's all right, señorita.
It's all right.

If Díaz wants me back that bad,
he can have me.

I will go to
the Mexican consulate tomorrow,
and that is the only way.

No, it's not the only way,
Vicente.

If you wanna go
back to Mexico, fine,

but don't go back
in shackles.

Go back because you choose to,
because you're going to fight.

-And what about Heath?
-Jarrod and I talked that out
on the way home.

As long as Díaz thinks he can
exchange Heath for you,
Heath will be safe.

And by that time,
we'll be in Rio Blanco.

-"We"?
-We.

We're goin' back with you.
Well, we gotta
bring Heath home.

You'd better take
some men with you.

No. Too many men would create
attention at the border.

Well, we better
take Morgan and Bauer.
They do know the territory.

-Well, Vicente?
-It could be done.

I have some compadres
in the hills who will
ride with us.

Sí. Sí.

It could be done.

Uh, no.
No, there is no hurry.

If, uh, Vicente is going home,
the closer he gets
to the border,

the less trouble
it will be for us, eh?

Eh?
[laughs]

[shouting in Spanish]

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

Quiet! Stop it!
Quiet!

Don't do no good.
He's gone loco.
He sees snakes.

[screaming continues]

Quiet! Quiet!

Your g*ns on the table!

Yours too!

[speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

[ringing]

iGuardias!

iGuardias!

-iGuardias!
-[ringing continues]

[door opens]

Come inside, my son.
Quick.

[dog barking]

[barking continues]

CHAVEZ:
Sergeant.

You come back next Saturday,
and I want you to tell me
every--

May I do something
for you, Captain?

I want to search
the church, Padre.

You know I cannot
permit that.

Then I will search it
without your permission.

I have not heard that
the church's right
to give sanctuary

-has been revoked, Captain.
-Who are you hiding
in there, Padre?

It is my impression,
Captain Chavez,

that President Díaz has all
the enemies he wants right now.

I do not think he wishes
to make another enemy of the
church by violating her rights.

Do you?
Indeed, I am sure the president
would deal very harshly

with any rash, young officer
who made additional trouble
for him at this time.

He's hiding the gringo.

Put some men around the church.
He'll have to come out
some time.

-[speaking Spanish]
-[Spanish]

Pepe looks kinda
done in, Nick. It's been
a long trip for him.

-All right.
Let's stop here for a while.
-That's a good idea, señor.

You don't have to stop
because of me.

We're not.
We're all pretty
well done in,

and so are the horses.
Let's camp right here.

Get those horses
out of here!

Come with me.

[speaking Spanish]

-How is he?
-I think it's just
a flesh wound.

Señores Barkley!

I want to talk
with you, señores.

-It's Miguel.
-Should have known
it was too easy to last.

-MIGUEL:
Can you hear me, señores?
-We hear you!

I'm coming out!

See?
I am unarmed.

All right. Talk.

You are very
determined men, eh?

And you're very hard
to convince.

-Convince?
-That you're not taking
Vicente back.

[laughs]

I was saying the same thing
about you, señor,not an
hour ago.

"These señores are
muy obstinado,"
I said to my compañeros.

They will never surrender
Vicente to us.

We will have to k*ll
both of them first
and their compañeros.

[laughs]

"Maybe so," they said.
"Maybe so.

"But talk to them, Miguel.
Give them the chance.

"Tell them that if they will
give us Vicente,

they and their amigoscan
return safely to the hacienda."

Have you said what
you've got to say?

My compadres
are reasonable men.

I too am reasonable.

You be reasonable with us.

You are trapped
in this canyon.

What has already happened
to one of your men

will happen to all of you
if you try to move.

Talk it over, señores.

Think about it.

Take your time.

My compadres
are very patient men.

So am I.

[Door Opens]

Oh, I'm sorry, Mother.
I didn't know there was
anyone with you.

Audra, come in. This is
Mr. Ralston, the United States
marshal from San Francisco.

-My daughter Audra.
-Hello.

-My pleasure, Miss Barkley.
-Mr. Ralston has come
for Vicente.

Oh. What is it?

An extradition order.

Your mother tells me
General Ruiz isn't here.

She graciously offered
to let me see for myself,

but I assured her that
wouldn't be necessary.

Well, that's very
nice of you.

But perhaps you could
tell me where I might
find General Ruiz.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I really don't know
where he is at the moment.

-Miss Barkley?
-No. No I couldn't.

The general didn't say where
he was going when he left?

Well, yes, in a way.

I mean, he did mention
several possible destinations,

but I don't think he
finally settled on one.

-Do you know, dear?
-No, I don't.
I-I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sure you are.

Mr. Ralston, may I
ask you a question--

-a hypothetical question?
-Of course.

What if the government
discovered

that the general
had returned to Mexico
voluntarily?

Would it still issue
a wanted poster on him?

Ruiz has been ordered
back to Mexico.

As long as he's this side
of the border,

whether it's
he's still subject to arrest.

And as far as the government
is concerned,

there are no extenuating
circumstances.

-Such as?
-Well, the fact that
if the Díaz government

gets its hands
on the general,

he will be
convicted of a crime
he did not commit.

He will be sent to prison,
and he will die in prison.

Unfortunately,
that doesn't concern us.

It's between General Ruiz
and the Mexican government.

Is there anything more you wish
to tell me, Mrs. Barkley?

No, Mr. Ralston,
nothing.

Good day, ladies.

[exhales]

He'll have every sheriff
between here and the border
after Vicente.

Yes, but Jarrod and Nick
knew this might happen.

They'll take
the back roads.

Bauer's hurt worse
than I thought.
He needs a doctor.

How do you propose
we go about doin' that?

I'm willin' to make
a break for it.
If I can get to Haysville--

No, no, no.
You wouldn't make it halfway
across that canyon.

What are we gonna do?
Sit here and wait until
they come after us?

They're not
comin' after us.

They're not gonna risk
k*lling Vicente in a gunfight.
They want him alive.

If we could just get 'em
down out of those hills,
out in the open.

VICENTE:
Perhaps we can.

-NICK: How?
-By making them think
I'm gonna escape their trap.

What are they doing
over there?

[chuckles]
Waiting for a chance
to make a run for it.

-It'll be good to get home, eh?
- Sí.

[groans]
Only this time it'll
be different, eh?

To live without being afraid,

without being hunted.

To have a home,
a little land.

And not to have to steal a few
moments with your own wife.

Everything Vicente
said we were waiting for
"after the next fight."

Always it was
"after the next fight,"
never now.

"Think of México.
Think of the people.

"Never think of yourself.

"Ride with me, amigo mío.
Forget today.

We fight for tomorrow."
Always it was tomorrow.

Ah, amigo.

And now we will have
that tomorrow.

Have Raphael and Alfredo
bring the horses up here.
We may need them fast.

Muy bien.

-Well, señores?
-I don't know. It might work.

It will work.
You see, I know Miguel.
I rode with him for many years.

When he is taken by surprise,
he does not stop to think.
He does the obvious.

What if he forgets
that he's supposed to
take you back alive?

NICK: You're takin'
a pretty big chance.

It will not be the first time,
nor the last.

All right.
We'll try it.

Now the minute we leave,
you get him to Haysville.
There's a doctor there.

But keep quiet about Vicente.
We'll need 12 hours
to get to the border

if we get there at all.

[chicken clucking]

[door opens]

Teresa.

Oh, Heath.

How did you find me?

I begged Father Estaban
to tell me where you were.

-I want to help you.
-You'd better stay out of it.

-I can't.
-But your father--

It is up to him if he wishes
to be afraid.

I can't be afraid
with him or for him.

It doesn't matter.
There's nothing you can do.

I should have made a run for it
instead of staying up here.

Chavez knows I'm hiding
in the church.

And his men are watching.

We cannot get horses here.

But if you could get
to my father's hacienda--

-But how?
-There must be a way.
You must find a way.

I will.

Will you have a horse
waiting for me?

-When?
-Tonight.

-Will you go with me?
-No.

But if Chavez finds
out that you helped me--

-He won't.
-Well, then what about us?

Heath,

what we have was meant
only for Rio Blanco.

It is like a flower
that can't be transplanted

or a wine that can't travel.

What we have started
when you came

and will be over
when you're gone.

I must go now.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I am ready
when you are, amigo.

All right.
I'll get the horses.

Be careful, Papa.

I will, Pepe.

You know,

twice in my life
I have cried.

When your mother died--
you saw me then.

The other time you could not
see because you were just
a baby, hours old.

I told your mother that I cried
because I was happy.

But she knew that the tears
were because I had nothing
to give you.

Nothing to offer,
not even a promise
that I could keep.

She knew that,
your mother.

She said to me,
"Vicente, you have
much to give your boy--

"honor, dignity,

and a dream
for your country."

"Give that to him,"
she said, "and you will
give him the world."

Pepe, if your mother
was right,

if I have those things
to give you,

let them be your gift.

Gracias, Papa.

-Good luck, Vicente.
-Gracias.

Miguel.

Vicente.
iVamos!

-How is it?
-It worked.

Hyah!

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots continue]

[speaking Spanish]

[g*nshots continue]

[speaking Spanish]

[g*nshots continue]

Vicente.
[chuckles]

I-I was a fool to fall
for a trick like that.

We pulled it once on the French
at San Marcos, remember?

[laughing, coughing]

Vicente. Vicente.

Don't go back.

Díaz is too strong.

You can do nothing.

You know me, Vicente.

You know that I-I would not
have gone over to Díaz

if there had been
a chance of winning.

But there isn't.
There is no hope.

You are wrong, Miguel.

I do not know you.
Not anymore.

The man that I knew--

he did not want to know
if there was a chance or not.

He did not demand hope.

No. You are
a stranger to me.

[crying]

Forgive me, Vicente.

Please.

-Are you ready, my son?
-Let's go.

I must warn you,
there is a soldier
on each side of the church

and two in the back
besides those in the plaza.

Which door do you use
when you leave at night?

-The front.
-Right. Let's go.

[speaking Spanish]

Buenos noches, padre.

Padre!
Padre!

Is something wrong, my son?

CHAVEZ:
Gracias, señorita.

You-- You planned this.

[chuckles]
That's the way it is
with the women, eh?

Señor--

Take him away.

I am sorry.
I know how you feel, Teresa.

Do you?

You must understand that
what you did had to be done.

Not to have cooperated
with Chavez

could have cost us
everything we have
in the world.

Look at me.

Look at you.
What do we have left?

[cell door slams]

Vicente Ruiz!

[shouting in Spanish]

-Who is there?
-Hello, Luis.
It's me Vicente.

-Vicente?
- Sí.

[door closes]

Vicente, sí.

Sí, it is you.
You are back.

-How are you, Luis?
-Fine. Fine, Vicente.

Oh, it is good
you are back.

But who is with you?

Friends, Luis.
Norte americanos.
The señores Barkley.

Their brother--
he's in prison
in Rio Blanco.

Sí, sí.
I have heard.

Capitan Chavez holds him
to exchange for you.

-Sí.
-And you have come
to try to free him?

Sí, but I will
need more men.

-There are no men, Vicente.
-Why?

Look outside.
What do you see?

LUIS: Women, children.
That is all.

The men who are left
are old and useless as I am.

But, uh, the others?

The few that still fight--

they are driven deep
into the oriente.

You must go there
to find them.

It is too far.
It will take too long.

All right then.
We'll just have to get Heath
out by ourselves.

You cannot do that, señor.

Chavez has too many men
in Rio Blanco.

He is right.

We will need more g*ns.

The time has come
to face an ugly truth.

Díaz has won.

There is only one way
that we can save Heath.

Now wait a minute, Vicente.

If you're thinkin' of turnin'
yourself in, forget it.

-Señor--
-He said forget it.

WOMAN:
Los rurales! Los rurales!

Rurales! Los rurales!
Los rurales!

Vicente, los rurales
are coming!

Put the horses
in Diago's shed.

-Sí, señor.
-Hurry.

-The cellar, Vicente.
-Oh, sí.

[pig grunting]

[furniture clattering]

[pig grunts]

No, wait, wait.
They may come back.

They do that sometimes
to trap us.

We used this room once
to hide supplies.

Vicente.

This say what I think it says?
"Black powder"?

Sí.

I think we've got
those g*ns we needed.

See you in Rio Blanco.

Adios, amigo.

Let's go, Pepe.

Father Estaban?

Yes?

My name is Jarrod Barkley.

Barkley?

-You are Heath's brother?
-I am.

Vicente sent me to you.

Vicente?
Where is he?

-In the hills near Roca Negra.
-Then he is back in Mexico.

-That he is, Father.
-Good, good.

-Is Heath all right?
-Heath is well,

as well as any prisoner
of Captain Chavez ever is.

Father, can you get
a message to him?

-I'm not sure.
-Will you try?

Of course.
What is the message?

I am sorry, padre.

Captain's orders.
No one may see the prisoner.

Surely Captain Chavez cannot
object if I give him this.

You or one of your men
can come with me.

All right, padre.

Good day, my son.

The sergeant has been
good enough to allow me
to give you this.

I hope it will
give you comfort
in these trying times.

-Thank you, padre.
-Good day, my son.

Padre,
have you seen Teresa?

Yes.

Do-- Do not judge her
too harshly.

She was forced to do
what she did.

I kind of figured
that out for myself
after I simmered down.

-When you see her--
-I will not see her.

-She has left Rio Blanco.
-Where'd she go?

I do not know.
No one knows,
not even her father.

I do not believe
he will ever know.

What he forced her to do
has cost him Teresa's love.

He has paid
a very high price to protect
his wealth and position.

Good day, my son.

Are you ready?

Let's go.

[bells ringing]

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

-Sergeant, why are the bells
ringing at this hour?
-I don't know, Captain.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?
You cannot leave
your cart here.

-Hyah!
-[brays]

Papa! Papa!

Papa.

Go. Go.

-[sniffling]
-Come on, Pepe.

-No, señor.
-Come on, Pepe.

No. I will stay here

and I will bury him
next to my mother.

And then I will ride
to the oriente

and get his compañeros.

And I will learn to fight
the way he fought.

Adios, amigos.

Adios, Pepe.

Not sleepy?

Well, I guess that soft
bed of mine's gonna take
some getting used to again.

I have a feeling a soft bed
isn't the only reason
you can't sleep.

I keep thinkin'
about Vicente,

about the way he died
breaking me out
of that rotten jail.

Stupid, useless
waste of that man.

Vicente could have
beaten Díaz.

The people were waiting
for him. They would have
followed him.

But instead, he's dead.

Heath, you mustn't
think like that.

Vicente died doing
what he believed in.

You know, once when
your father and I were
with him in the Sierra Madre,

he and his men fought
a whole company of Frenchmen

just to keep an old man
from going to jail

because he owed
a three-peso debt.

You see,
Vicente fought for people.

Not for some political cause
or-- or some abstract ideal,
but for people.

And each one--

that old man, you in
Rio Blanco, your father
and I in Durango--

each one was
important to him.

And the people knew that.

That's why
they waited for him.

That's why
they followed him.

And if his--

if his death was
stupid and useless,

then his life was too

because he died
the way he lived.

I guess I was kind of
shortchanging him, wasn't I?

In a way.

Good night, Mother.

Good night.