03x01 - Joaquin

[bunniefuu]

[man whooping]

-Come on, Charlie,
hold onto him!
-Hang on, Charlie!

[horse whinnies]

Lean in on him--

-[both laughing]
-What's the matter,
Charlie?

Charlie,
you keep on getting off
over his head like that,

you're gonna end
up spoiling him.

Chico, unsaddle him
and put him up, will ya?

Think you'll be up to it
tomorrow?

-Huh?
-[laughs]

Take it easy, Charlie.
Liniment's just inside
the tack room.

It's gonna take some doing
to break that animal.

He's a beauty, though.
He's gonna make a fine
cutting horse.

[man speaks Spanish]

Who do I talk to
about a job?

I do the hiring.
I'm Nick Barkley.

My name is Juan Molina,
señor.

Glad to know ya.

What kind of work
do you do?

Mostly I am a wrangler.

Can you break horses?

A little, señor.

Well, we got about 30 of 'em
we gotta iron out.

How about that one
over there?

-Like to show me
what you can do?
- Si.

Hank, have Chico
saddle up that horse again.

-No saddle. Please.
-What?!

Just a hackamore.

Chico!

Let this man have
a try at that horse.

And no saddle,
just a hackamore.

He's ridin' him.

He's all yours, amigo.
Buena suerte.

[horse whinnying]

Quiet. Quiet.

Shh. I'm your friend.

Easy, easy.

I'm not going to hurt you.

-[whinnies]
-Easy.

I know...

I know.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

Si.

What's he doing?

Looks to me like he's trying
to break him Indian-style.

-Looks like.
-Heard about it.
Never seen it done.

How are you now,
my beautiful friend, huh?

Well, how about that?
He did it!

Have you ever seen anyone
break a horse like that?

Si, señorita,
once, a long time ago.

But that man,
he is dead now.

Or so people say.

♪ [theme]

Mother, I wish
you'd been here earlier.

-I've never seen
anything like it.
-What?

-Breaking a horse
Indian-style.
-Oh?

Where'd you ever learn
to bust a bronc like that?

From an uncle who was learning
from the Comanches, señor.

Oh, Mother,
this is Juan Molina.

My mother,
Miss Barkley.

How do you do,
Mr. Molina?

I am honored, señora.

-And my sister, Audra.
-How do you do?

You were wonderful
with the horse.

Uh... gracias, señorita.
Muchos gracias.

You really missed
something, señora.

So I heard.
Perhaps you'll give me
an opportunity

to see you at work
some other time.

It would be
my privilege, señora.

If you want the job,
you got it.

The pay's forty and beans.
Start right now, if you like.

Gracias, señor.

But first I must pick up
some gear I left in Stockton.

Well, you can start
as soon as you get back.

-How's that?
- Gracias.

De nada.

Mucho gusto, señora.

Take good care
of this horse, amigo.

Muy bien.

Hasta la vista, señorita.

Benito, I'm going to
take this to the dressmaker.

I'll meet you back here.

Muy bien, señorita.

Oh, excuse me, honey.
You been shoppin', huh?

Now, that ain't
very polite.

-Let go.
-How's about thanking me

by having a drink
with my friend and me?

I said let go!

We could have
a real good time.

Leave the lady
alone, señores.

-Let her go.
-You'd better
mind your own business.

I am going to tell you
only once more.

You're forgetting
something, señores.

Apologize to
the señorita.

Apologize, señores.

Sorry, miss.

Benito, would you please
take this to the dressmaker's
for me?

Seguro.

Thank you. I don't know
what I would have done

if you hadn't come along.

I'm very happy
I was here, señorita.

Apparently you're as good with
a g*n as you are with horses.

I much prefer horses.

Señorita, now that you are
all right, I will--

I'd like to ask a favor.

Of course, señorita.
Anything.

I have a horse.
His name is Ladino, he's--

Ladino? The one
who went wild?

Yes. He was foaled
on our ranch,

but he got away
and ran with a herd
of wild horses

until my brother
caught him.

His bloodline goes back
to a horse named Steel Dusk.

-Steel Dusk.
-You've heard of him?

Anyone who has heard
anything about horses

has heard of Steel Dusk,
señorita.

Well, I want to make Ladino even
more famous than Steel Dusk.

We could start
by entering him
at the state fair.

-We?
-That's the favor
I was going to ask you.

Could you help me
break and train him?

Of course, señorita.

It's a great honor.
But... perhaps your brother--

It's all right
with my brother.

Well... when do we start?

-Tomorrow?
- Muy bien!

Thank you, Juan.

Thank you, señorita.

Muchos gracias.

He is very fast
with a g*n, isn't he?

Yes. It was very fortunate
that he came along when he did.

Ai, si.

I can tell you this,
Benito.

Juan Molina isn't just
another vaquero.

[cricket chirping]

Hey, you guys leave
some of the town for me, huh?

Have a good time, boys!

Ai-yi-yi, chihuahua!

What the devil
happened to you?

Look pretty good, huh?

Good? You look
beautiful!

-Hey, he had
a bath, too!
-No! [laughs]

-Where do I sleep?
-There, amigo.

Hey, we heard about you
stopping those two fellas

from bothering
Miss Audra.

-Benito told us.
-They were drunk.

Still, I would like to have
seen it. Pow!

How about riding
into town with us?

No, gracias.

I've done too much riding
for one day.

As soon as
I take care of my horse,
I go to sleep.

Going to sleep?

A guy that goes to bed
on Saturday night.

How do you figure that?

I'll see ya later.

-Take care of
the girls for me!
-All of 'em.

-Did you see it?
-See what?

That scar--
the scar on the right cheek.

Well, what about it?

He had one--
just like that.

Who?

And he could
break in a horse
Indian-style,

and handle a g*n just like
it was a part of himself.

It's been fifteen years.

A man changes--
but I know it's him.

Who you talking about?

Joaquin.

Joaquin?

Joaquin Murietta.

I thought you'd gone
to Stockton with the others.

I came back.

Well, then go to bed.

I came back
to talk to you.

What about?

You don't remember me,

but I knew you
in San Andreas.

I worked in the cantina.

The first time I saw you
was right after

those gringos
had k*lled your wife--

the night you swore
that you would k*ll them,

every man who had touched her.

And when gringos
hang your brother,

Elena Santos came to live
with my sister.

What are you
talking about?

You remember Elena--

she loved your brother
very much.

Elena,
she still works in San Andreas
in the cantina, and--

Look, old man, you've got me
mixed up with somebody else.

I've never been
in San Andreas,

I've never been married,
and-- and I have no brothers,

and I don't know anybody
named Elena.

You don't have to worry.

The gringos, they will
never suspect who you are.

They want to believe
Joaquin Murietta is dead.

-Joaquin Murietta!
-We have been waiting for you--

hundreds of us.

We knew you would
come back some day.

Hombres from all over,
ready to ride with you again.

[laughs]

What's the matter
with you, huh?

You had too much tequila,
huh?

Joaquin Murietta is dead.

No.

He's been dead
for many years.

The gringos k*lled him.

They k*lled him
and cut off his head

and put it in a big glass jar
full of alcohol...

and they sent it around
for people to see.

No. No! No...

You're either drunk
or-- or loco.

You are Joaquin!

Listen to me, old man.

I don't like
your kind of talk.
It's dangerous.

There are too many gringos

looking for any excuse
they can find

to string a Mexican up
from the nearest tree.

Now, you believe
Joaquin is alive
if you want to.

But leave me
out of your craziness.

You're wrong--

I am not Joaquin.

Do you understand?
Do you?

Put out the light.

[horse neighing]

-I brought us
some lemonade.
- Gracias, señorita.

To you and Ladino.

You were right, señorita.
He's a beautiful animal.

Watching him,
I almost wish

we didn't have to take
his freedom from him.

-But then...
-Then?

[laughs]

But then I remembered
he belongs to you,

and what does
a lucky horse like that
have to complain about?

Señorita, soon it'll be
el Cinco de Mayo

and the big fiesta
to celebrate it.

-Will you be going?
-Probably.

Well, then, perhaps I--
I will see you there...

and you will do me the honor
of having a dance with me.

Are you a good dancer?

[laughs awkwardly]

Well, I...
I don't like to boast, but--

Well, maybe we could
have more than one dance.

-Shall we get to work?
- Si, si, señorita.

Hi!

-Well, look at you.
-Heath!

Sorry.

Well, he looks like
he's been harnessed
all his life.

Only two days
and I'm riding him.

Juan is definitely
a genius.

-HEATH: Where you headed?
-To the house.

Well, you give us
ten more minutes

and you can do us the honor
of riding back with you.

-Right?
-Can't think of a thing
I'd like more.

You seem like
two deserving young men.

I think I'll grant you
that favor.

Whose horse is that?

I don't know.
Maybe we better
take a look.

Oh, Heath.

JUAN:
Señores! Señorita!

He's dead.

I was coming from
the south pasture.

I found him like that.

His horse must have
thrown him.

-Heath?
-Yeah.

Well, we better, uh...

get the wagon,
get him on back to town.

The man works for us
for five years,

and we know nothing
about him.

Here's something.

Why do you suppose
he's kept this
after all these years?

I remember
talking to him once
about Murietta.

To Benito,
and a lot of others,

Murietta was a hero,

a sort of--
sort of a Robin Hood

avenging all the wrongs
done to himself and his people.

And it's a strange thing--
Benito never believed

it was Murietta who was
k*lled in Priest Valley.

What do you think?

I don't know. I--

I never gave it enough thought
to have an opinion.

Well,
I'll go up in the attic

and see if I can find something
to put these things in.

Oh. Excuse me,
señorita.

Oh, Juan,
you don't have to go.

Mother and are just going
through Benito's things

to see if we can find a name
of someone to notify.

We found this in his Bible.

Seems as though
Benito didn't believe
Joaquin was ever k*lled.

Benito was an old man,
señorita,

and things got
mixed up in his head.

Joaquin was struck down
like an animal.

And like an animal, his head
was cut off by the gringos

and put on display
like a trophy of the hunt.

-How horrible.
-Horrible?

Why horrible, señorita?

Joaquin was a thief
and a k*ller!

No matter that
he stole and k*lled

only after the gringos had
attacked and m*rder*d his wife.

After all,

why should Joaquin
have had any feelings?

He was just another greaser.

Don't use that word!

I am sorry.

Nobody on this ranch
is considered any better
or worse than anyone else.

Please...
accept my apologies.

Good evening, Fred.

-Evening, Victoria.
-Come in.

I'm sorry to bother you
this time of night,

but there is something I would
like to talk to you about.

Of course. What is it?

That's a telegram
Benito sent this morning

addressed to a woman
named Elena Santos
over in San Andreas.

Now, all it says is,
"El Patrio is alive."

"El Patrio." The Patriot.

Yeah.
Mean anything to you?

Well, if I remember correctly,

that's what some of Murrieta's
friends used to call him.

Oh, surely you don't think
Murrieta is still alive?

Well, not exactly,
but Elena Santos
did know Joaquin.

She was the girlfriend of
Murrieta's brother Claudio.

Now, until I read
this telegram, I had
no reason to believe

that Benito hadn't been k*lled
in a fall from his horse.

But now you do?

Well, not, uh--
not necessarily,

but Doc Murar says
he could have been k*lled

by a blow from
the butt of a r*fle
or something like that,

so I just thought
I ought to have a talk

with the vaquero
who found Benito's body.

Juan Molina? Why?

Well, Victoria,

suppose Molina
really is Murrieta.

He'd want to keep that
a secret, wouldn't he?

And you think
Juan k*lled Benito

because Benito
found out who he was?

-It's possible, isn't it?
-Oh, now, Fred.

Aren't you reaching for
something way out on
the end of a limb?

Nick, there are
a lot of important people

who don't believe
that was really Murrieta

that Captain Love
and his rangers k*lled.

But the state
paid Captain Love
and his rangers the reward.

Wells Fargo refused
to pay the reward
it had posted,

and so did most
of the other banks.

Now, I would like to have
a talk with Juan Molina.

All right, come on.

Hey, Molina,
we could use some
fresh money in this game.

I gave up gambling
a long time ago.

-Juan.
- Si, señor?

Will you step out here
a minute, please?

Juan Molina,
this is Sheriff Madden.

He wants to ask you
a few questions.

What do you
want to know?

The name Elena Santos
mean anything to you?

Benito sent her
a telegram

telling her that
Joaquin Murrieta
is alive.

So? What does that
have to do with me,
señores?

-You lived all your life
in Nogales, huh?
- Si.

What are you saying,
that you think I am
Joaquin Murrieta?

Now, I'm not too sure I know
what the sheriff's saying, Juan.

I want to know why
Benito sent this telegram.

Oh, Fred, Benito's an old man,
he was imagining things.

Maybe.

Sheriff, to you--
to all North Americanos--

Joaquin Murrieta
was a bandito
and a m*rder*r,

and that is true.

But why, señores? Huh?

What made him what he was?

His brother was lynched
for a crime he did not commit.

His wife was attacked
and k*lled.

And not by one man,
but by thirteen filthy,
drunken gringos.

Rosita was only
seventeen, señores,

and she was so--
so beautiful.

But not after those swines
were through with her.

And then they
stomped and beat Joaquin
and left him for dead.

But he would not die.

A bandito, a m*rder*r...

he was much more
than that to me, señores.

He was a man
who fought back--

for himself, for Rosita,
for his people.

You flatter me
if you think I am Joaquin.

It is an honor to be
mistaken for him.

But that is what it is,
señores--

a mistake.

I'm not Joaquin Murrieta.

Sorry, Juan.

-Who was that compadre?
-The sheriff.

Trouble?

He thinks I am
Joaquin Murrieta.

Did you ever hear of anything
as loco as that?

[laughing]

Hank!

Hank!

-You supposed to be
riding fence today?
-Yeah.

Forget it. I want you
to pull the mustangs
out of Shadow Canyon.

-All right.
-Juan Molina will
give you a hand.

-Molina?
-That's right.

Something the matter?

-Yeah.
-Well?

I know why the sheriff
was out here last night, Nick,

-all the men do.
-Go on.

Well, I ain't talking
for nobody but myself--

Will you get
to the point, Hank?

The point is,
I think you oughta
get rid of him.

-Fire him? What for?
-Yeah!

I wasn't gonna say anything,

but I thought something
was funny about Molina
right from the start.

He stays to himself,
he don't talk,

-he won't go to town
with us--
-What does that prove?

Maybe nothing, maybe a lot.

But if the sheriff thinks
maybe he's Joaquin Murrieta,

-that's good enough for me.
-Well, it's not
good enough for me!

And no one,
you or anyone else,

is gonna tell me
who I can hire
and who I can fire!

Now, you get to work!

I'm not gonna work
with Molina.

And I'm not gonna live in
the same bunkhouse with him.

I saw what Murrieta
did to some men once
up in Spanish Flats.

He went k*ll crazy
just like that!

It wasn't very pretty, Nick.

The same thing
could happen around here.

That is if he is Murrieta.

How can you say he ain't?

How can anyone say anything
different without proof?

Now, will you stop
all this foolishness, Hank,
and get to work?!

I'm gonna get
right to the bone of it.

I been with you a long time,

but if that guy
Molina stays, I go.

Well...

looks like I came by
just in time to wish you adios.

Now you get your gear
and get out of here.

Oh, and if you bump into
anyone else that feels
the same way you do,

you tell 'em
to come by the house--

I got their pay
waitin' for 'em too.

Buenos dias, señorita.

Good morning, Juan.

You're not going to
ride Ladino this morning,
señorita?

No, I have some errands
to do in town,

and I'd like you
to drive me.

Would you get
the buggy, please?

Bien.

Señorita, perhaps
it would be better

if one of the other men
would drive you to town.

I asked you.

But there is so much talk.

I know all about the talk.

Hank Mitchell
spread most of it
out of spite

because Nick fired him.

-But people believe it.
-Well, then, they're fools.

You're not afraid
of me, señorita?

Do I have
any reason to be?

[laughs] No.

Then will you
get the buggy, please?

Muy bien.

You going to town?

Yes. I've asked Juan
to drive me.

Oh?

I want to show
the people in town

that we don't believe
the suspicion about him.

It is all right,
isn't it?

You bet it's all right.

Whoa.

-Morning, Victoria.
-Sheriff.

-Audra.
-Good morning.

Miss Santos,
this is Mrs. Barkley
and her daughter Audra.

This is Elena Santos,
the lady that Benito Flores
sent the telegram to.

She just got in on
the stage from San Andreas.

What brings you
to Stockton, Miss Santos?

The sheriff.

I sent her a letter,

asked her to come over
and take a look at
that vaquero of yours.

I trust that's
all right with you?

As a matter of fact, it is not
all right with me, sheriff.

However,
I can't speak for Juan.

Audra, would you
get him, please?

I'm here, señora.

This is the man?

Well, Miss Santos?

It has been a long time...

fifteen years.

Then I saw Joaquin
only once or twice.

I don't know...

he could be.

No, this man
is not Joaquin.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Look at him again.

I do not need to
look at him again.

I am sure
he is not Murrieta.

A second ago
you weren't
quite so sure.

But I am now.

Juan, would you
get the buggy, please?

Sheriff, perhaps
if you cut off my head
and put it in a jar

the señorita will give you
the answer you want.

Well, I'm not through
with this.

I'll get to
the bottom of it.

Are you sure there is
a bottom to it, sheriff?

I'll find that out, too.

Victoria, take my advice
and get rid of that hombre.

Heyahh!

Good-bye.

Mother...

Juan isn't Murrieta,
I know that.

But I had a feeling
that woman was lying.

So did I, Audra.

So did I.

He is Joaquin.

Juan.

Si, señor.

We have about
three mustangs
need breaking.

Think maybe you can
get to it tomorrow?

Si, señor.

I hear you had another visit
from the sheriff yesterday.

He brought a woman
called Elena Santos.

Yeah, I know.
Audra told me
all about it.

We'll be going down
to Mexico in a few weeks
to buy some cattle.

Think maybe you can have
those broncs ready
for the remuda?

Seguro, señor.

We'll be trailing the herd
back through your hometown.

I always like to
stop in Nogales myself,

see a friend of mine
at the El Calde, you know?

Si. Luciano Tejada.

Yeah. Fine ranch
he has down there.

El Rancho Cañada
de San Miguel.

San Antonio.

So now you've started
wondering about me
too, eh, señor?

No, just checkin'.

May I ask a question,
señor?

Go ahead.

What if you knew that
I was Joaquin Murrieta?

And what if you knew that
for fifteen years

I had been drifting
from one place to another,

working as a vaquero,

and not wanting anything
except to live in peace?

If you knew that,
señor, what would you do?

Would you turn me over
to the sheriff?

But why, señor?

Why would it be
so important for you

to see me hanged
after all these years?

Because Joaquin Murrieta
was a k*ller.

I wonder, señor...

I wonder if Joaquin
was a gringo

if you would be so anxious
to see justice done.

Now, wait a minute--

-Would you?
-Yes.

Now, I want to ask you
a question straight out, Juan.

Are you telling me
you're Murrieta?

No, señor.

But now that you started
wondering about me,

you won't stop.

-Amigo.
-Digame.

-There was an hombre here
looking for you.
- Quien?

I never saw him before.

He left a note for you
on your bunk.

-Gracias.
-De nada.

[guitar playing]

This way.

What is that game?

It's not a game. I am
looking into your future.

What does it say?

The cards see you riding
at the head of a large band
of caballeros.

They see you and your men
raiding the ranches

of the gringos stealing
their cattle and their horses.

They see you
robbing their banks

and their stagecoaches
and their trains.

The cards see...

Joaquin Murrieta--
alive.

The cards are wrong.

You are here.

I am Juan Molina.

That name means nothing
to the cards.

They know the truth.
The people know the truth.

Go out to the bar,
look into the eyes
of the young hombres.

Walk the streets, Joaquin,
see how the people stare.

They know El Patrio
is alive.

Benito said it,

and somebody heard him
and that made it true.

You cannot change
that. It is hado.

I don't believe in fate.

Put your cards away,
señorita...

Joaquin is dead.

Hasta luego, Joaquin.

No.

Well?

He will be back.

You will ride with him--
you and many more.

Hold it!

We been
waiting for you.

Me and my friend
are gonna take you somewhere
and learn you some manners.

Now get down
from that horse.

Comprende?

Sure you do.

Last time we met
you talked pretty good.

Yeah, and just in case

them stories we been
hearing about you are true,

we're gonna drop your head off

right in front of
the sheriff's office.

Now get down!

Mother?

What did the sheriff want?

He's looking for Juan Molina.
He wants him for m*rder.

m*rder?

The sheriff said he tried
to hold up two men in town

and k*lled one of them.

No.

There must be
some mistake.

I'm sure there is.

I'm going to
get dressed.

Please, señorita.
I won't hurt you.

I will take my hand away
if you promise not to scream.

What do you want?

-You know why
the sheriff is here.
-Yes.

The man with him
is lying.

He's one of the men
who bothered you in town.

He and his friend
stopped me tonight,

they tried to k*ll me.

I k*lled only
to protect myself, I swear.

Then why are you
running away?

Why am I running away,
señorita?

Do you think
anybody would believe me,

the man people think
is Joaquin Murrieta?

If I tell a story,

and that hombre there
with the sheriff tells another,

who do you think
will be believed--

the mestizo or the gringo?

-But if you're
telling the truth--
-I would be hanged.

-I will be hanged,
unless you help me.
-How?

Tell the sheriff
I didn't k*ll the man.

Tell him I--
I couldn't have k*lled him.

So it will you be your word
against that hombre's.

And you will be the one
the sheriff will believe.

I don't understand.
How could I tell
the sheriff that you--

Señorita,
you could tell him that

after you came
to your room tonight,

you slipped out
to meet me.

Why don't you say

that we were together
until a few minutes ago?

You're not serious?

-Señorita, please.
-No.

-My life is at stake.
-No.

Why, señorita?

Because the reputation
of a fine anglo lady
like yourself

is more important
than the life of
a mestizo like myself?

I wouldn't tell
such a story for anybody.

Anybody!

Don't you understand?

Of course, señorita.

I was wrong.

You Barkleys
are no different after all...

not when it really matters.

So tell your brother
to stop wondering about me.

I am Joaquin.

Oh. Morning,
Heath.

Good morning, Harry.

Well, you're
puttin' on weight.

Good morning,
Mr. Coggins.

I am remembering
the name right,
it is Coggins?

Yeah.

My brothers and I,
we been looking
all over town for you.

I guess I just happened
to be the lucky one.

-Something I can
get for you, Heath?
-No thanks, Harry.

Just want to have
a little talk
with Mr. Coggins.

-What about?
-Funny thing
happened last night.

While we were out hunting
all over the ranch for Molina--

or Murrieta,
or whoever he is--

he was right there in the house

having a little talk
with my sister.

Maybe you remember Audra.

You and your friend
tried to buy her a drink

a week or two ago,
and Molina objected.

-That was Leif's doin'.
-Leif?

My partner.

Well, anyway, after you
and the sheriff left,

Audra says Molina claims
he k*lled your friend
in self-defense.

Well, he's a liar!

Well, my sister
didn't seem to think so.

I don't care what--

I don't care
what she thinks.

Well, I think maybe you and I
ought to step outside

and have a little talk
on that matter.

You just might care
more than you think.

I got nothing to say to you
here or outside. Or anywhere.

-Better get on your feet.
-Leave me alone, mister.

[locking door]

Now, look, Heath,
I don't want you
breaking up the place.

Now, Harry, this should cover
all the damages.

I'm warning you, mister,
you better leave me alone.

Aaaah!

If you want to
use this arm again,

you better
give me the truth.

Aaaah!

So the gringo has
admitted he lied.

Of what interest
is that to me?

I was hoping you'd know
where Molina is.

Why should I know?
That hombre means
nothing to me.

Well, if you
happen to see him,

would you tell him
he's in the clear?

If I see him.

Joaquin,
one of the Barkleys,
the one called Heath,

was here
looking for you.

What did he want?

He works for the sheriff.
So do his brothers.

He said he wants to be
watching up front
when they hang you.

Everybody in Stockton
is laughing at them,

and they intend to
make you pay for it.

It is true.
They want to see
your head in a jar.

Juan, they say
you are Joaquin Murrieta--

then be Joaquin Murrieta.

Make them taste the dirt
we've tasted.

Make them get
down on their knees
and beg for mercy.

Is that not better
than hiding

like a frightened
rabbit in a hole?

How many men will
ride with me tonight?

Tonight?

Against the Barkley rancho.

I tell you for the last time--
go back to Stockton!

And I answer
for the last time,
que no.

I want to pick out
some pretty clothes

from the wardrobes of
the señora
and señorita.

No. You're staying here
with the horses.

The vaqueros were paid today.
They will be in town.

The Barkleys have much wealth,
and that is ours.

But we leave the caro,
the horses...

except for one--

Ladino.

And he is mine.

Joaquin, por favor,
be careful.

I think she'll be all right
for the night.

Let's go back to the house.

Nick.

It's Molina.

NICK: Juan?

[g*nf*re continues]

Molina!

Molina,
listen to me!

-Heath got the truth
out of that dr*fter!
-You're in the clear!

That trick don't work!

Cover me.

All right, Molina,

it's all over.

Come out
with your hands up!

Don't be a fool, Molina!
Give up!

Nick, behind you!

Better get him
in the house.

Señores...

señores, don't let them
cut off Joaquin's head...

this time.

He's dead?

Did he die as
Joaquin Murrieta?

He just--

He just died, Miss Santos.

But he could
have been Joaquin.

Meaning he wasn't?

I wanted him to be.

And for a little while,
he was.

Even he believed it.

Why was that
so important to you?

So he would help me.

So he would help me
pay you gringos back

for what you did to Claudio,
the man I loved.

Fifteen years is
a long time to hate.

It's also a long time

for a woman to be without
the man she loved.

We k*lled him, Mother.

All of us
who doubted him.

I know.

And I could
have saved him.

Could you?

I wonder, Audra...

I wonder.

[horse neighs]

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