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LONDON 1809
SPAIN
This night so long
No dreams,
no songs, no nothing.
SPAIN, 1807
We will gallop till the dawn
In search...
of freedom
The plain is so long
The plain is so vast
That only the eagle defies it
I want to have its wings
To soar the sky
and my homeland.
Hear ye, hear ye!
Here you have, by the grace of God,
the arms and legs of Alvaro the Dreamer,
cruel bandit of the open country, fugitive of the King.
Behold his flesh and blood.
People, be warned!
Where's the head?
He didn't plead or anything.
He was so docile.
What do they do to not be afraid?
What makes a man face death like that?
Maybe they're not leaving anyone behind.
Or they know very well what's before them.
Every time I was up there with a rope around my neck,
I thought about losing you. That's what hurt most.
That's all over.
Four days, Mother.
Just four days!
My name is John Saldiego. I've come a long way to see you.
I bring you these horses and I can offer you shelter for a few days.
Goddamn it all to hell!
Who the hell is that fellow?
And who's going to give me a horse?
I could've been a whore at one point and I wasn't.
I will not be now.
I just want to talk, that's all.
I want to know more about you and your son.
I'd like to tell your story.
And I'll help you to get out of here.
Trust me, please.
We're free, mother!
Years ago I was in the Battle of Trafalgar.
On an English ship with Admiral Nelson.
Nelson died in the battle but won the war.
I wrote a book about him and in my land he became a hero, almost a god.
Now I'm back in Spain to tell a story I heard once.
Yours, Lucía.
I'm no admiral or anything. I'm not at war with anyone.
But you'd be more celebrated than him, you're the stuff of legend.
Legend, he says! I've been without light,
life and freedom for 17 years.
That's the life I remember.
But what I have in front of me is not for sale.
I'll finish it myself, not your pen.
I was wrong.
I'll leave tomorrow, relax.
Far from you and all this, on the plains, I have a house.
A home to go back to with my son.
There I was brought up, without a mother, with El Bosco, my father.
Until he was killed.
The I joined John the Black's gang.
John the Black and El Bosco were more than pals.
Then we found the Lizard... Juan's father.
Ruiz was his name. A desperado.
He had farms and lands.
They took it all from him.
It did not make him a good man.
There are many ways to kill.
You have to know what's the good and what's the nasty kind.
But the best way to not be wrong is to not kill.
And that's what we're doing.
We've been here a while and you didn't even smell us.
Maybe it's true that the condemned sleep more soundly!
What do you want!
Martín Gaspar. But they call me Aceituno.
I'm captain of this gang.
You, baldie, you can't be the one...
They talk about a vibrant woman with jet black hair.
Lucía of the Plains. I've come for you.
You don't look much like a kid.
Do you sleep soundly too?
How many of my partners' heads have you cut off?
They were all dead. It was my day's wage.
If you touch him, you're all dead.
She's got some balls on her.
You... You're leaving on foot.
I'm sparing your life because I like those lady's hands of yours.
Move it!
We've followed you for several days since Santa Catalina Prison.
We know you bought horses for the Plainswoman and her son.
A man called Aceituno took them away.
He's the one you should apprehend. Not me.
You're wasting time.
Speak to me like that again,
and I'll have you shot.
It's a long way.
Longer without food.
Fucking great.
You're wondering what I want with you.
Well, to ease your mind, I'll tell you.
I don't intend to hurt you,
if you behave, of course.
I just want to sell you.
And a fine bandit you've become if you think
you'll get anything more than a hunk of cheese for a hairless woman and her son.
No, anything, no.
- I'll get a lot. - Good luck.
Lizard will give it to me.
Lizard?
They say he's the one looking for you.
I want nothing to do with him, nor does he have anything to do with us.
He's dead to me and to God.
Rest up.
If only one king... One! I've known three in my life.
If one had the skill of any of my hands or of your rifleman,
it'd be a different kettle of fish.
While kings don't know what it is to wield a sabre,
we'll not get what we deserve.
Leave the palace to His Majesty, my dear Don Anastasio.
And leave government to those who understand what these times demand...
Between my experience and your money,
the royal road will be what it should be.
The future, free trade.
A shame
that your adventurous idea of providing a mount for this bandit woman...
has delayed our plans.
I'm only a writer, Governor.
I know very well who you are.
I know your little book on Nelson.
You are skilled with the pen, no doubt.
But you are also a traitor to your blood.
I've already explained, Governor,
I have Castilian blood but English upbringing.
Two sides of the same coin. Only that.
I've come to write about the people of this noble land.
The people of this land?
A bandit woman and her offspring.
Tell me,
why do foreigners always rejoice at the most bitter aspects of our kingdom,
in the dirtiest and most despicable?
Each nation is responsible for its own reputation, sir.
You should hang him twice
for being a writer and English.
You will write about this endeavour and start today.
- Your endeavour? - Yes.
The definitive elimination of the two most important criminal gangs in this land.
Aceituno and Lizard. By hook or by crook.
And they'll all be executed.
I'm not sure I know what you're asking of me.
The penalty for treason is the gallows,
my dear English scribe. The gallows.
Your father and his gang come down to steal and kill,
then go back up and vanish.
No one can hunt them down.
Horses don't make it up there.
Not even the stubbornest of mules.
That's why he must be forced to come down.
That wood is wet.
Here the dew is heavier than sins.
A traitor. You're shit.
Just two shots. Is that clear?
Is that clear?
They wait for our signal.
Two shots, fifteen riflemen.
And the goddamn truth is that we're trapped.
Fifteen aren't so many.
Just Lizard's head and the way's clear for us.
I don't want to think any more, Milhombres.
No one knows a goddamn thing now!
It is what it is. And when it's all over...
I'll pull out the eyes of this Governor.
There are five of us
and many men are coming down.
Hands still.
Mundo!
That scum betrayed us.
You two stay here.
But first you have to pay.
Well, we got nothin'.
I had a silver rosary and this fella took it from me.
You're lucky he didn't make you swallow it.
But you won't pay with money or trinkets.
It's like a sigh, it leaves no memory.
Kill me if you're a man. Here, now. Kill me already.
For that there's still time.
You asked for a reward for my son and the Plainswoman.
That's what you'll take with you.
You're going to pay, Gaspar. For being a traitor,
being nobody, and because you're not worth spit.
How about that, Aceituno.
The fruit this damned land provides sometimes.
You're to blame that these ears are missing their heads.
Wear them with respect.
I didn't seize the boy before because I knew he was keeping you alive in there.
I respected that.
That's why I waited for you to be hanged.
In the end they let you go. And I'm glad.
I drank to it when I found out.
But now I want to take the boy.
That's why I'm here,
that's why one of my men died, and why I waited 17 years.
Don't you go near him. Ever.
- He has your eyes. - He has everything of mine.
He'll not be a wolf like you. He will not live in a cave.
No more dead. Not for him. Not for me.
This land isn't for us. That's for sure.
We've all gotten old, Plainswoman.
That's why I've set up a house, with some livestock and olive trees,
a safe place over the border.
There he will be what I couldn't be.
An upright person, with an honourable last name and sunny lands.
And to get an honourable name you head for the hills?
What I want, I take.
It'll be my life then, because you're not taking him.
The same thing occurs in all civilized countries.
It is the cultured men
who must order the greatest punishments.
They hang up the sins of others so that we might contemplate them
as ours.
And I have proposed to make progress possible in these lands.
Even if for this I have to hang hundreds.
All for the people,
even if one does not trust them.
I'm going to miss these conversations.
A pity... Tomorrow you won't be here.
But I still haven't begun to write about what is happening now.
That does not interest me. And it is not necessary for you to do so.
You know the Plainswoman, she will let you get near her.
But, Excellency, I...
Open your eyes wide, make good use of this journey.
When you return, I will ensure that your words
help to banish the absurd mythologies
with which they view us abroad.
You will replace them with the truth of the coming progress.
And they will name those of us who are going to make it possible.
It's very simple, John. And upon my soul, it will be paid handsomely.
Come closer.
They are hunters. You will leave with one of the groups.
When they locate the Plainswoman,
you will go to meet her alone.
That is all. My men will do the rest.
The blanket's thin and unnecessary. Another one's already loaded.
- It may smell like goat to you. - Old goat.
Does his lordship know how to ride?
It shows that you're an upright man, that you serve justice.
You should learn when to carry it, and above all
when to hide it.
Just remains to be seen if he can shut up.
- Where are you going? - To do my things.
Pititi!
I've got to go too.
Son of a bitch...
Don't shoot!
- Who goes there? - Mother, we need help. My son is sick.
An ugly lad has come, my old bean.
On a black horse.
You will be my only sorrow, my old bean.
They're sick, wretched souls,
but daughters of the Lord that He has entrusted to us.
Try not to deal with them,
it's hard to silence the devil that some carry inside.
"LAS NUECES" INN
May I?
Yes, of course. Help yourself.
I thought you were a Frog.
Frog, no. Just a stranger.
Does it show that much?
You write.
What do you write?
Reports.
I'm looking for coal.
Eat, Aceituno, you ain't got long to go.
He's got refined tastes, he doesn't fancy it.
Your mother, I did fancy her.
Mothers don't get talked about.
It's because of the bag around his neck. It reeks.
He smells like an old lady's arse.
It's so he don't shit himself. Lots of folks do it.
They don't eat and go the gallows with an empty belly.
Right, Aceituno?
Did Dreamer shit himself?
You ain't nobody to talk about that man.
It's easy to talk about somebody who can't defend himself.
The King hanged him. So, some respect.
It was Aceituno.
The ones who want your neck want mine too.
There'll be more of these along the way, Lizard.
You'll need all hands.
Pay the bill, Pititi.
All paid up here.
"Draw evil to the cloth, to the imp
and to the rushing wind."
- What are you saying? - The healing prayer.
Milk and honey. Give it to him and let him sweat.
Thank you, Mother.
I have a cell ready for you.
I'd rather stay with him, Mother.
I got you a blanket.
Ugly lad...
Juan... Juan...
- Get up. We're going. - Now?
These crows know who we are. They've sent word.
Get the horses ready and wait for me at the main door.
Where are you going?
Who are you?
You can't get out without these.
Will you take me with you?
- Give me those keys. - You'll have to take my life.
I just ask that you take me to my father.
He has wept since they tore me from his arms.
At the first road you must go.
I didn't betray you, Lizard.
Look in my eyes.
I didn't know anything about the riflemen or the governor.
I didn't betray you!
I only grabbed your Plainswoman to get some money. That's all.
Wait, wait, Pititi!
That miserable Montejo killed my partner the Dreamer.
What did I get? Tell me what I got out of it!
Ask yourself why that female is riding free in the fields of our Lord.
Yes,
the Plainswoman and your son. Why didn't they want what you offered them?
Where do you think they are now? The breath I have left
I'd wager that they're eating and drinking with the Governor,
laughing about how they slipped through your fingers!
I pull and he shuts up. End of story!
Don't you see that she traded her life for yours?
Lizard!
No!
Let him go.
No water, no horse, no blanket or knife.
If I see around these parts, if I smell you,
I'll gut you like a pig.
"I am from pine and rockrose,
from holm oak and falcon,
as free... as clear water.
This is why they seek me,
to tear out my heart.
I am now a lost man,
a grudge is to blame.
The knife is my fate,
the moon my lover, the night my only sun."
Hambone Man.
Go ahead.
The riflemen are looking for you.
And they've put together new bands of hunters.
Some have been seen going up to the high sierras.
And six were found with their throats slit
in the Las Nueces Inn.
Soldiers are on the roads. It's full of them. Looks like a war.
Go on.
They've nailed up the faces of Rojo, Heredia and another of Aceituno.
Like it's nothin'.
And they've raised the reward for you fellows.
They're spreading the word far and wide.
- How much this time? - Double for you all alive.
And for you, Lizard, four times as much.
The same for the Plainswoman and her son, the handchopper.
What the hell are you talking about?
Just that, they're lookin' for them too, everywhere.
They say she got no hair.
She really got no hair?
You got your money. Go.
I want them to find me the Plainswoman and Juan.
No one touches a hair on their heads. Is that clear?
Spread the word.
Go with God.
- And now? Where to? - We backtrack.
- Aceituno can't have gotten far on foot. - I'll take care of him.
I want him alive.
And... us?
They ain't hangin' my son.
Your father lives there?
- Yes. I was born there. - And all that for one man?
Some folks have everything that other folks don't.
From here you can go on foot. We're leaving.
Wait.
I hadn't thought about anything like this.
I was never welcome in palaces. I'd rather stay on the roads.
It's not a palace.
Palace or not, I ain't never known no house.
I am María Eugenia Monevón de Belmonte, lady of the house.
Out of the way.
- Good heavens! - Get him! Now!
Why so many things?
What are you doing here?
I've come for what's mine, father.
Horses, silver,
everything.
I want to see the world and not to be held accountable to anyone.
There are many things I want to do, so many.
Go upstairs. Get out of those rags.
And tell this wretch to get out of my house!
That's no way to talk, sir.
You will return at once to the nuns.
And you will learn to accept who you are.
Otherwise, there are worse places for you.
You were born a harlot and a madwoman. You don't deserve to bear my surname.
I'm not going back to that hole.
You look wrinkled to me, father,
like those Moorish sultanas.
You damned hellish harlot!
I was merciful six years ago.
Don't force me now to make a less indulgent decision.
Sons of bitches! I'll skin you alive!
- Hold it. - Who the hell are you?
Don't you recognize me?
You came to watch me six times on the scaffold.
Why does everyone always think that the worst is over?
Let's go!
Stop right there! That's my well! Ain't no spare water.
My apologies, madam.
I lost my horse because I didn't tie him up right, on the royal road.
My tongue's dry as a bone and my feet like an injured greyhound.
- I only ask for a sip of water. - You look strange.
I don't know you.
I'm from Toledo. My name's Gaspar the Sweet.
- I'm a dressmaker. I'm headed south... - Stay put, you cheeky bugger!
For a little charity
I'll fix those interlinings that are sticking out, and mend that skirt.
That's it, that's it. Be still.
That animal is stolen.
It's Monevón's.
That shotgun too. And haste is never good.
My name's Pedro Urquijo.
Lower the weapon.
We just want to cross the river.
There's a ford a few leagues up. But you won't make it today.
It's going to rain soon and the current will be wild. It's dangerous.
Maybe tomorrow.
I live nearby.
What colours are those?
"Liberty, equality and fraternity."
That's what those colours mean.
It's the flag of the French Republic.
There they cut off the heads of their monarchs.
The ones here say that they're their allies.
Dimwits!
I have a friend, a cooper by trade,
who brings me wood and nails sometimes.
He's a coarse fellow when it comes to manners,
but he has a heart and a sensitive ear.
He told me about a female inmate in jail.
He says she always sang from her cell to those condemned to the gallows.
He and other countrymen would lean up against the walls of the courtyard
to listen to her.
He told me he cried every time he heard her.
She sang out of love.
Right, mother?
It's only natural that whoever heard her would feel that way too.
When you're locked up for so long,
you feel love for anyone who's on the gallows,
no matter who it is.
I think it's something to take with you before they snap
your neck.
Juan then had the task of cutting them into bits.
And hanging them in the squares.
They forced you to do that?
For food and a blanket. But they also taught me to shoot and ride.
They locked me up for lying with one of my father's hands.
Though they said it because I was mad.
And I wasn't in love or mad.
I was only with him one summer morning.
Don't leave scraps here.
Toss them downriver.
I'll help you.
Wait.
Be careful.
Over here.
- Like this. - Flour's heavier than wheat.
Flour's heavier than wheat? Go on, go crush some garlic.
- Gimme a kiss, Rocio. - Not here. Later.
They said you were killed in the mountains.
- That wasn't me. - I cried over you for a couple of days.
Not much more.
A beat-up dog. Goddamn the mother that bore 'em both.
- I've come in goodwill, Rocio. - Sure.
But you've never wanted to be with a female.
- Much less get one pregnant. - Don't give me shit!
By all the saints in heaven!
You didn't steal this little creature?
Is that bastard Montejo still in his burrow?
Just yesterday I sold him vinegar and cod.
Brother, if they find you, they'll hang you.
Well, that applies to you too.
They killed Dreamer on me.
If I don't get out of the palace alive,
I want you to put poison in the wine and milk you give him.
Gaspar.
God damn it! Gaspar! You bastard!
A poorly conceived and badly executed plan,
the responsibility for which
will always fall on my shoulders.
One must be humble and admit one's own mistakes.
Even more so now because by happenstance
you turn up here,
and thus I have a culprit,
a bandit
and one who betrays his word.
I could've taken refuge with Lizard.
- He was offering me a good life, I think. - After leading him into a trap?
How you lavish forgiveness among your kind.
Your hunters and riflemen can't do much
against Lizard and his people.
I can.
For I have eyes and ears on every road and on every crag.
He'll seek vengeance on the Plainswoman.
He thinks she was the one who set the trap for him.
I made him believe that.
And you, do you believe me if I say I shall celebrate if you are not hanged?
I shall go, and send two of your men if you don't trust me.
I'll bring the head of this Lizard.
In exchange,
I don't want to sleep any more nights with one eye open.
I want a royal pardon. On paper with a wax seal.
You'll have two riflemen, horses
and permission to join your people.
And one week.
Then I'll send
a detachment from the Court just to find you.
- I've never seen so much water. - You're young,
you'll see the world. It never ends.
Pedro, why are you looking for lands without kings?
You who were born in chains are asking me?
Where there are no kings there are no chains?
There are always chains.
But there, whoever puts them on you runs the same risk.
Everyone is ruled by the justice of men, not kings.
If there's justice for all, there equality,
there's freedom.
There's none of that here.
Row in time with me. In time with me.
The higher trees
have fewer roots dug in because there are so many rocks.
It's enough to drop them down to the river. No need to drag them along the bank.
What is that?
That, Juan, is a lost man.
Good morning.
Who are you? Where are you headed?
My name is Juan. And I need to get to Madrid.
Get in. There's room.
- Thank you. - That's 10 reales.
Who goes there?
There's nothing to worry about. We're men of the law.
If you'll be so kind...
What's going on here?
Call it a tax if it pleases you...
Let's see what holy providence has brought us today.
Bloody hell! Come here!
A priest?
A priest almost killed me. Bastard!
Very well then.
If you're good, not a drop of blood will be spilled.
Bollocks!
Those woman's hands...
Is it providence or some demon that reunites us?
If you want to rob me, I have nothing left.
And that?
Just words.
A tax is what I'm going to charge, you goddamned son of a bitch.
But old man...
We're all in the same outfit.
This tax is gonna cost you dear.
I'm sorry, Paco!
May lightning strike me if this isn't the strangest day I've had in my damned life.
Saldaña! You get on with it, this is getting twisted on me.
And give this man a horse. He's coming with us.
- Me? To where? - Do you believe in God?
Sometimes. And you?
I persevere.
So you're the eyes and ears,
- like an informer. - I only relate what I see.
But I do so for everyone. For whoever wants to read my book.
- And the money? Who pays you? - The people who buy the book.
Just like you sell meat from a calf.
Well, you don't look like a top-notch butcher.
Every time I rob you, you have less.
I came to Spain to write my new book.
The Plainswoman seemed like a good story to me.
But no. I was wrong.
You can't get back what's lost.
You were wrong about that too.
Though you're in luck.
We're going after the Plainswoman.
We're going after her man, the Lizard.
- Do you know where he is? - No.
But I know where he'll go.
To the Queen of Portugal. Near the border.
And I also know the route he'll take.
The toughest one. As usual.
He's a twisted, difficult son of a bitch.
Of course,
before that he might be captured by the Governor's rifleman.
But I don't think it'll be like that.
Because you see,
the riflemen are good with their guns, and with horses.
But they're not good at searching or finding anything.
Because they don't know what they're searching for.
And they don't know because they don't understand it.
They don't understand anything.
I'll tell you about Lizard.
But about myself as well.
And about one they called the Dreamer.
And you will write that book. About us.
So they remember us...
and so they understand us.
You know what? Maybe I'm different from everyone else.
I don't lose any sleep.
But one thing I do understand.
Nobody... likes that we're on the loose.
So it is and so will it be. That's why we're together.
What I don't understand is that you don't see it that way.
Juan deserves his freedom more than anyone.
He was never able to choose.
Juan has chosen now.
We're alright here. Isn't that so, mother?
She is.
There's water, food, we're away from those soldiers.
Pedro says that if we help him, we can stay.
The roof just needs raising.
A roof for who?
Lucía wants to leave.
Do you like being alone?
I'm not one for family. Or choirs or regiments.
You haven't answered me.
Solitude is what fills a man most.
There's only one thing missing. Just one.
Sharing.
I've never seen the inside of one.
There's still a lot left to do for this lady to be properly finished off
and ready to set out.
Sailors always give their vessels the name of a woman.
That's 'cause sailors are always men, not women.
I'd call it...
It reminds me of my father,
strong and stout.
I'd name it after him.
Bosco was his name.
Reina told me that you want to leave tomorrow.
Lucía, you've been alone all these years.
I have too, in another way.
I know nothing about love. I know about other things.
That's why I'm not going to lie to you.
I've never been in love.
- But being the last night... - Pedro...
You've taken care of us like nobody has. You've been kind to us.
I've never met a more generous man. And who knows so many things.
This is mine alone. I have to respect that.
I was always made to think it was everyone's,
but it's mine.
And no, Pedro.
Neither my flesh nor my soul
need that now.
That's his path. He'll come through there.
What sense is there in getting revenge on Lizard? At the end of the day...
Lizard is a wolf-dog. Neither one nor the other.
I got nothing against him. He's just my bait.
Now I'll be the hunter. And the Governor, my prey.
I met the Dreamer when I was a lad.
Since then there wasn't a day that we weren't together.
And together we started this gang.
The Governor hunted us down one night beside the river.
Then why did he only kill the Dreamer?
Why?
'Cause he was the best of all of us.
A memento.
A whim of nature,
I barely brushed it to get it clean.
Thank you.
We ain't no... virgins or saints.
But this is the Virgin of the Helpless. Lost men pray to her.
She's yours now.
Juan!
Freedom!
We were told there was a ford around here to cross the river.
Three leagues away, upriver.
You can go through the pine wood going back, or along the bank.
With that you can get to the border?
It's going to have to take me a lot further.
A woman and a lad... Have you seen them?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I see you're the kind who needs a lot of people to fight your battles.
Hold it, Mercurio!
She and her son are wanted.
If the riflemen fall on them, they won't be able to defend themselves.
You won't say anything, will you?
The old habit of the solitary man.
You don't know anything.
Nor do you have money...
or a profession.
We'll have more than we ever had.
All the land belongs to men, Reina.
They'll never leave you in peace.
He won't either. He has no memories.
They'll use him as a farmhand, a beggar
or bait for the wolves.
For the wolves?
Men.
- Hold still, boy! - Juan!
I met one fellow
who paid to stick it deep inside this whore.
Yes. She didn't cry out so as not to wake you.
Juan!
Lie down. Let's go!
You smell like smoke... and the road.
I killed him, mother.
Hold it! Or I'll blow you apart!
Juan gets down! Let's go!
I've come to help, Lucía.
Were those two yours? Your son and I packed them off to hell.
You're outlawed, just like us. That's why I've come.
To take you to safety.
I trust you less than them.
I've come to make up for my mistake.
I never should have left you behind.
We left you behind, Ruiz.
- I'll kill you as soon as look at you. - You ain't changed much.
Mundo, put the gun down.
I just want him to live.
I swear on my blood, so shall it be.
The Lizard isn't like us.
He's the son of a lord and master, one with debts.
His revenge is about a ranch.
Mine is for love.
I worked the fields since I was real young.
I ate roots more than one winter.
We've got the same rights as heather or poppies.
We weren't born to be grown,
sown and harvested.
They're taking a while.
There'll be no pardons now, Plainswoman.
Not for you or for anyone.
These are your final steps.
Only God knows that.
As you see, I have seen the light. I now serve the Governor.
In his name I hand you these killers.
Now allow me and my men to be place ourselves at your orders.
I'll rip out your eyes!
All in good time, woman. All in good time.
The Englishman says he's writing a book.
And you,
can you read?
It's all very tiring, captain.
What you do and what we do.
But I think it's less so if a person has a clear idea about things.
A purpose.
That way misfortunes are more bearable.
And so, at the gates of heaven,
we can truly say we did our duty.
That's right.
Like when you hunted down the Dreamer.
Now we finish things off.
Santa! Remigia!
Come here, María Eugenia, come.
Come here. Home, let's go.
Come here.
I come here to honour the pact I made with Your Excellency.
This is what's left of Lizard's gang.
To do with as you will.
Tomorrow you will have the order drafted and your freedom returned to you.
That is my word of honour.
Give thanks to his lordship.
Don Juan.
John... Saldiego Cook.
You should have made yourself known to me. I thought you dead,
or run off.
Governor, I'd like to ask you for clemency for the woman and her son.
Whoever reads my writings would appreciate it as a fine gesture of mercy
on your part.
Do I detect a certain sympathy for these criminals,
my dear friend?
To write,
one has to get close to the lives of people. Whoever they may be.
And that is what you have done, from what I see. You got close to them. And you also
took certain initiatives
that diverted you from the nature of that which was entrusted to you.
Prepare to leave at dawn. You will come with me to the palace.
I want you to be a witness at the executions.
Go.
Governor, would you be so kind as to return my belongings?
Of course.
You're going to like them, Juan.
These lands of mine in Portugal. You're going to like them.
I get the idea that your son isn't one for white walls and horsehair mattresses.
He wants the country and freedom.
Country and freedom for everybody. That's the way it oughta be.
It's like that in France.
They cut off the heads of their kings.
And did they divide up the land?
I'm not going with you.
Even if we could tear down these walls.
When I met your mother, she had long jet black hair.
Longer and shinier than that little lass of yours.
Like the mane of a wild horse.
If you go to the gallows first, she won't sing for you.
Gentlemen,
let's go.
Good evening.
There are days when fortune makes a man smile.
Tell the one-eye to go away. And let's finish this. You and me.
They're just kids.
I've taken the Governor prisoner
and the master of all this while I was at it.
I'm going to hang them. That's why I've come.
And how's the trial coming?
Saldaña, aim well. This fella's real close.
Then I'll kill you, One-Eye.
Ain't no quarrel here.
That door is staying open.
And you and I... are even.
Papa Lizard... For fuck's sake!
May I see her?
Get out of here.
And now... may I?
Hey...
Listen to me!
It's not an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth that we're enforcing today.
It won't be Christian, nor will it try to be.
- For many people that would be impious. - Aceituno,
what are you doing? You can't hang the Governor.
That's true.
This act must be a solemn one.
Bloody solemnity!
We're going to hang a man without battles or brawls in the way,
no trials, no heartbreak,
but with the power of true justice.
It will be quick, that's for sure.
We will behold it.
But we do so with respect and silence...
But we do so with respect and silence.
So that, by the law of the people,
we end the law of kings.
This is why I've come.
I, Martín Gaspar, "Aceituno".
Let everyone know.
Yer-excellency, you can speak.
Or stay silent until get to heaven.
Or whatever fate has in store for you.
You... know the mountains and the meadows.
Have you ever been angry at the wind
or with a sunny clearing for being what they are?
Why then do you take revenge on a governor... for governing?
Why not accept the natural order of things?
What do you aim to change?
Do you perhaps spit on the rain when it soaks you?
I treated you like a man.
And you intend to kill me like a dog.
Like so many others you have executed.
True.
But that is the card our Lord dealt me.
I govern, and thus do I execute.
It is my task.
You, however,
against every law
and against God himself,
are going to execute me.
Is that not...
spitting on the rain?
As long as I can remember I have always lied.
I like it.
Why must I tell the truth when nothing changes?
At least lying does change things.
But you're right, there's no deception now.
I've crossed this county so many times to get you all to myself.
To hang you.
Yes. Vengeance is what brought me here.
My tooth for a tooth.
And little else, Governor Montejo.
Little else.
He'll never be forgiven.
Gaspar,
what have you done?
I feel no pleasure or joy.
I feel nothing I should feel.
You've lost what little sanity you had left.
They'll pursue you to hell itself.
That's what I hoped.
The Dreamer's head.
I stole it for you. So you have somewhere to pray to him.
- You're coming home with me, Juan. - No.
You can bring whoever you like.
I'm old now, and tired.
Very tired.
Now I just want to grow old beside my son and show him everything I know.
Then I will die, and it will all carry on.
I'm not your son.
I'm the son of the Plainswoman.
I've been patient,
I've been fair.
But it's all over for us in these lands.
- You can say goodbye to your mother. - Mundo,
give me your knife.
Lizard.
If we must kill ourselves,
let's do it family style.
Aceituno...
Soldiers are coming.
I have so much to tell you.
Fire!
Mundo! Mundo!
Here!
Here! Freedom!
Freedom...
We're all dead already.
Translation: Lindsay Moxham
Subtitles: LASERFILM