And Starring Pancho Villa As Himself Page #3

I've never seen anyone like him.

There is nobody like him, sonny boy.

If there was, he would blow their brains out.

- How do we do this?

- You got a plan, Frank?

Besides praying a lot.

I think you all just fan out.

Catch whatever you can.

Other than bullets, you mean.

Those crazy bastards are not gonna last

Gentlemen, the Mutual Film Company

is about to make history.

Thanks to an exclusive arrangement

with Gen. Pancho Villa...

who joins such illustrious Mutual artists...

as Charlie Chaplin, Mary Pickford,

and Fatty Arbuckle...

the public will, for the very first time...

be treated to the thrills and chills

of an actual battlefield...

as seen through the lens

of the motion picture camera.

Are you worried about the physical danger

your people might be exposed to?

Gen. Villa has assigned

his crack guards, his dorados...

that's D-O-R-A-D-O-S...

to guarantee the safety of each

and every one of our camera operators.

Set up in the doorway. Hurry!

Turn around and film the gunner.

Sir, you must be really devoted

to this cause!

For $1,000 a month, there's nothing

Sam Drebben can't get devoted to.

Plus all the gold teeth I can pull.

Watch your ass, sonny boy.

Another day, another dollar.

Hearst Publications.

You don't have any qualms

about manipulating public opinion...

in favor of a man

many people consider to be...

nothing more than a socialist rabble-rouser?

Unlike your employer Mr. Hearst...

this company has no interest whatever

in meddling in politics...

foreign or domestic.

For the millions he's trying to free

of a cruel dictatorship...

Pancho Villa hardly needs Mutual's help...

to enhance his reputation

as the George Washington of Mexico.

Bloody hell!

Francisco, you're not dead yet?

Still alive, sir.

These are just civilians, aren't they?

Yeah. You make the mistake

of supporting Pancho Villa...

you wind up being a tree ornament.

Saves ammunition.

That one's mine.

Next patient.

The kid's gonna have a playmate soon.

Somebody knocked her up.

- That figures.

- What?

The Father's the father.

He's swearing to take care of the kid

and the baby however long they need it for.

Hi, Charlie.

Good work, Frank.

You didn't get in my way once.

Thank you, Hennie.

And how did it feel today, Mr. Thayer?

Being smack in the middle

of the killing ground.

It's shameful to admit

how exciting I found it.

That's strictly a survivor's sensation.

Someone else's death

serving as your own reprieve.

You're in good company, Mr. Thayer.

Shamelessness has a big following

down here.

Bank robbers, painters, poets,

soldiers of fortune.

Enough anarchists to blow up Wall Street

Healing Jews and fighting Jews.

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