Hidalgo Page #2

Hidalgo is a legend, my friends.

He has never lost

a long-distance race.

In America, perhaps.

On deserts that women from

my country could cross on foot.

Frank, you just missed some

wonderful compliments about your horse.

Five minutes, Billy.

Gentlemen, I present

rough-riding Frank Hopkins.

- Mr. Hopkins, a pleasure.

- Mr. Cody, His Excellency...

- Sit down before you fall down.

- ... requests that you remove the title

that you have bestowed

on this American horse.

What's goin' on here, Bill?

Perhaps you have never heard

of the great horse race

of the Bedouin.

It has been held annually

for more than 1,000 years.

A 3,000-mile race.

Across the Arabian Desert.

Along the Persian Gulf and Iraq.

And across the sands

of Syria to Damascus.

It is known

as the "Ocean of Fire".

Our office will accept your entry

at 1,000 dollars in Spanish silver.

The winner's purse makes

the victor very honored.

Very... How do we say?

Very rich, Mr. Cody.

These boys are serious, Frank.

His greatness invites

you and your horse

to enter in the challenge

if you will not

remove the title

that you have bestowed

on this impure animal.

Impure?

He is pure mustang, friend.

What shall I tell

His Excellency?

You can go tell 'im

to pound sand for all I care.

Tequila.

To be more exact,

my Arabian friend.

Gentlemen, the third act

is starting.

I suggest you take your seats.

A very wise choice

you have made, Mr. Hopkins.

I don't think that was

a compliment, Frank.

Long Hair has promised me

rock candy in Pittsburgh.

Our good red and blue days are over.

Perhaps all of us will die

in this show of the great Cody.

You have a chance

to go save yourself, Far Rider.

Hidalgo is not the horse

he used to be, Chief.

There's nothing wrong with that horse.

Is it better to perish here

in this Wild West, as Cody tells it?

I saw what happened

at Wounded Knee Creek.

I carried the orders.

I call you Far Rider, not because of

your great races and your fine pony,

but because you are one who rides far

from himself, and wishes not to look home.

Until you do,

you are neither white man nor Indian.

You are lost.

You think we got one more in us?

Nah, me neither.

Hell, I don't even know

who Frank Hopkins

is no more, brother.

A hundred of us

put in our 10 coin.

Chief Eagle Horn put in 20.

Don't waste our money, Hopkins.

There goes Hopkins.

The house of Sheikh Riyadh

will be greatly honored.

Bertolt, accommodate Mr. Hopkins

and his horse.

Halt!

Are you all right, sir?

Ice is a precious commodity

at sea, my friend.

My gin might go warm

for the sake of your misfortune.

Much obliged.

But I'd take a... warm gin

over ice anytime, mister.

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