See the woman?
Talk to her yet?
How much time?
About eight minutes.
That Chiquita...
...she can lick a whole regiment...
...but she can't dance a lick.
Amigo, we've been had.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Do exactly as I said.
Speak only what I tell you.
Nothing more...
...nothing less.
Call them.
All clear.
By the way, I forgot to bring your wooden cross.
Your upside-down cross.
They're afraid to hit the woman.
Your position is hopeless!
Put down your weapons!
Get up!
Come on, baby, let's go.
Release the woman!
Release her!
Shoot!
Do as I say!
Shoot!
One shot from you...
...l'll kill her.
Get your men off that train.
Move!
Now!
Feels like a busted rib.
You're lucky.
The bullet went clean through.
Your hands are filthy.
What's it to you if he lives or dies?
If he lives...
...we'll have to slow down.
That'll give Raza a chance to catch up.
She'll work to keep him alive, all right.
Yes?
Just wondering.
What makes you worth $100,000?
Go to hell.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm on my way.
Thanks.
How is he?
He will never reach the border.
None of you.
You have no chance.
You never did.
We knew everything.
From the moment you set foot in Mexico.
Even before.
From the day my husband sent for you.
Mr. Ortega.
He said he would give his life for you.
For me, not my husband.
For Raza. For the revolution.
From the "loyal" Ortega...
...to the "devoted" goat keeper...
...to the "faithful" wife...
...at the mercy of a brutal kidnapper.
That's one hell of a rigged parlay.
I was not kidnapped.
The old badger game.
Shakedown partners.
Bed partners.
Cozy.
Raza and I grew up together.
I am born there...
...when it's the hacienda of my father.
When Raza is only a stableboy.
We are lovers long before Mr. Joe Grant buys the place.
When my father lies dying, he says...
..."Mr. Joe Grant wants you for his wife.
You will become Do? A Grant...
...a fine lady.
That is my wish."
Here, a wish is a command.
But I'm very young and very foolish.
I tell Mr. Joe Grant I cannot marry to him.
I love another man.
Very romantic, no?
Your husband sent you these clothes.
I offer you a better bargain than I got.
Four lives.
Yours.
If you let me go.
You better change before we start back.
It'll be a long ride on your bare bottom.
- How much time have we got? - None!
Get her out. Get her out!
Drink it.
See anything?
Sand.
They'll be along.
How would they know which way to come?
Raza will know.
You should have let me finish him.
Why didn't you kill him?
You let Raza live.
Why?
Shall I tell you?
You are simpatico.
No man was more loyal to the revolution than you.
I fought like any other man.
Loyalty such as yours.
That comes only from devotion to a cause.
That same fire burns in Raza.
That is why you could not see him murdered.
He is a thief.
Trying to steal $100,000.
And you are a whore, cheating on your husband.
My husband stole millions from this land!
Our land.
If we can keep the revolution alive with that money...
...for even one more day...
...then I'll steal and cheat.
And whore.
And anything else that must be done.
You laugh.
But you believed in the revolution once.
What else inspired you to fight for us?
Well, ma'am, I'll tell you.
I got inspired one day in May, in 1911.
In El Paso.
It started suddenly.
Shooting, yelling, bombs going off across the Rio Grande.
Everybody ran to see what the ruckus was about.
Me too.
From the freight cars, we could see across the river.
The Maderistas were taking Juarez.
The revolution had busted wide open.
It was beautiful.
Suddenly I was across the border shooting with everybody else...
...and yelling, "Viva Mexico!"
A month later I was blowing up trains for Villa.
That's it.
Nothing more?
Not even money?
Promised, but never paid.
But you stayed, you and this one.
And fought for six years.
The worst years.
It's not our war anymore.
Him, I understand.
An adventurer without principles.
But, you.
Change your clothes.
We're leaving.
Raza says you and he were good friends.
That's right.
And yet, you would have killed him.
That's right.
For money.
That's right.
For as much money...
...would you let me go?
How long since you had a woman?
Too long.
You want me?
My price is high.
Freedom.
I might say "yes" now...
...and later "no."
I trust you.
I trust you too.
You heard the man.
We're leaving.
Finished.
Try a little salt, ma'am.
Make you feel better.
Sorry about your horse, ma'am.
You know something, Rico?
That's a lot of woman there.
Beautiful.
Classy.
And guts.
Hard enough to kill you. And soft enough to change you.
Reminds me of another Maria.
Yours.
Amigo...
...don't con me.
She's going back. If I have to do it alone, she's going back.
That's just what I wanted to hear you say.
What else is on your mind besides 100-proof women, 90-proof whiskey...
...and 14-karat gold?
Amigo...
...you just wrote my epitaph.
- How many men? - Raza and six.
Pushing hard.
Moving out!
To make the border, we got to be out in front 3 hours, maybe more.
We got an hour...
...maybe less.
You have lost.
Win or lose, here and now.
Bottleneck like this, one of us could hold him off long enough.
Yeah, one of us.
If he plays it cool. Hit and run. Stall and retreat.
Ehrengard needs help. That's Jake's job.
The woman has to be watched. That's your job.
And buying the time we need, that's my job.
Slow down!
Let's keep this strictly professional.
Your job is to make good our contract.
To deliver the goods all the way.
That's your job.
I got $9000 coming.
In hard cash, please.
You better take my horse.
You'll need him if Raza gets past me.
See you!
How will you make it back?
How will you?
I got one of them.
Francisco!
Where are they?
Speak, man! Their positions!
Is he finished?
Not yet, baby.
Baby.
Amigo!
So...
...you are the one they left to die?
Where did the bullet bite you?
In the ass.
You?
Another two inches, mamacita!
Could you spare one more cigarro?
Why, sure.
Come and get it.
You want tobacco?
Smoking is bad for the health.
How do you come...
...to this dirty business?
The usual:
Money.
Everything is as usual.
I need guns...
...and bullets...
...as usual.
The war goes badly, as usual.
Only you...
...you are not as usual.
How's your love life?
Terrific!
You want some?
Don't you ever say no?
- Never! - Anybody?
Everybody!
You know, of course...
...one of us must die.
Maybe both of us.
To die for money...
...is foolish.
To die for a woman is more foolish.
Any woman. Even her.
How long do you think to hold us here?
A couple of hours.
Then what happens here won't matter.
She'll be Mrs. Joe Grant again.
But that will change nothing.
She is my woman.
Before. Now. Always.
Nothing is for always.
Except death.
Ask Fierro. Ask Francisco.
Ask those in the Cemetery of Nameless Men.
They died for what they believed.
The revolution?
When the shooting stops and the dead are buried...
...and the politicians take over...
...it all adds up to one thing:
A lost cause.
So?
You want perfection or nothing.
You're too romantic, compadre.
La Revoluci¨Žn is like a great love affair.
In the beginning...
...she is a goddess...
...a holy cause.
But...
...every love affair has a terrible enemy.
Time.
We see her as she is.
La Revoluci¨Žn is not a goddess but a whore.
She was never pure, never saintly, never perfect.
So we run away.
Find another lover, another cause.
Quick, sordid affairs.
Lust but no love.
Passion but no compassion.
Without love...
...without a cause, we are nothing.
We stay because we believe.
We leave because we are disillusioned.
We come back because we are lost.
We die because we are committed.
You and I together.
I to the front.
I will go first.
Do as I say, woman!
A woman he will not shoot.
Jesus!
Hello, baby.
Long time since I hear...
..."baby."
You ever find...
...that damn gold mine?
I am not lucky today.
But you're beautiful.
Querida, baby.
We had some fine times together.
Terrific.
Give us a kiss.
Mrs. Grant, let's go.
As long as we're not pressed for time.
In a few minutes, she'll be home.
Be sort of nice if Bill was here for the payoff.
Be nice if he was here alive.
But stalling around won't make it so.
A cloud of dust.
Could be Mr. Raza.
Could be most anything.
Even a whirling dervish.
That, gentlemen...
...is the whirlingest dervish of them all.
Never thought he'd get out alive.
And that, gentlemen...
...calls for a celebration.
What's that supposed to mean?
Rico, buddy...
...this will come as a shock to both of us.
I'm a born sucker for love.
That bullet must've knocked some of your brains out.
Or let some in.
What happened back there?
What changed your mind?
I found out what makes a woman worth $100,000.
You expect me to turn her loose?
Turn her loose?
After all we've been through together?
After all the blood it's cost?
Hell, no!
You made a contract to kidnap a wife from Mr. J.W. Grant.
Let's collect that ransom.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you!
Nicked you a bit, did they?
Help yourself.
- I'll get Mrs. Grant. - That isn't necessary.
Escort these gentlemen into town.
See they're paid in full.
Charge hotel bills, whiskey bills, girl bills, all bills.
Anything they want, on me!
I know how anxious you must be to get into a hot bath...
...so it will have to be adi¨Žs and muchas gracias.
Hot bath.
Why? Is it Saturday?
To say you did your job and earned a bust out. Those are orders!
We have it set in our minds...
...that the contract is not complete...
...until Mrs. Grant is delivered safe and sound.
The code of the profession, huh?
Something like that.
Very well.
I hereby declare our contract satisfactorily concluded.
Not yet.
Mrs. Grant...
Thank you.
Yes, sir?
Kill him.
No, no.
You haven't earned the right to kill him.
If it's not too much to ask, I want some privacy.
- Joseph. - Not now!
There is nothing to hide.
They know everything.
Everything.
You're back again. Nothing else matters.
I will run away again. That matters.
You're my wife. You belong to me.
I belong here.
- With him? - With him.
I'd rather see you dead. You're coming with me.
You're going home!
Gentlemen, you heard our employer.
The lady's going home.
You don't think J.W. Grant was stupid enough to pay that ransom.
Certainly not!
There was no kidnapping.
Right, Mr. Grant?
Is that right, Mr. Grant?
That is none of your business!
Wrong, Mr. Grant.
We made a contract to save a lady from a nasty old kidnapper...
...who turns out to be you.
We both made a bad deal.
You lose a wife...
...and we lose $10,000 apiece.
You bastard!
Yes, sir.
In my case, an accident of birth.
But you, sir...
...you're a self-made man.