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And I don't intend to die.

And Gen. Markham can go to hell!

And when I see him, I'll tell him!

I'd like to be a fly on the wall

when you do, Mr. Carden.

As I said,

I brought this up at the General's request.

- Would you like a drink, Major?

- Thank you.

Tell me, then...

just where do you stand with the Apaches?

When I received orders

transferring me to Fort Harmony...

friends of mine who know you...

said we'd probably

see eye to eye on this problem.

Well, Major, you know,

as far as I'm concerned...

there is no problem. There's just Apaches.

Don't forget anything, Toro.

Pablo.

Pablo. Pablo Cardenas!

Is this a ghost I am seeing

or is it really you, Pablito?

What's the matter? Don't you remember me?

Arturo! Arturo Morales!

I worked for you

at the rancho, for your brother.

Don't you remember, for three years.

- S. I remember...

- You remember me?

Pablito!

Nobody can forget Arturo, you know.

Lots of people try to forget me,

but they cannot forget Arturo.

Have a drink with me before you go.

Gracias.

Now I know why

you come to this pigpen, my friend.

For that one. Oh, yeah.

Toro, huh?

Maybe you will marry her

and bring her home for your brother to see.

If you do that, my friend,

I will go home with you...

just to see the look on his face.

Pablo, forgive me...

but your brother Vicente,

he's becoming too much of a gringo.

It's not enough

that he talks and acts like a gringo...

but now he think like a gringo.

For three years I worked for him.

Three years.

Last week I said to myself,

"Arturo, you're a fool.

"You're a fool. Enough!"

So I quit. No more trabajar.

Now I will go to Nogales.

I will steal some gringo horses,

manage to live, no?

- Don't go with him.

- Who is this guy?

- He's somebody.

- Go upstairs.

- Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?

- Look, mister...

why do you

want to make trouble over a two-bit tart?

That's right, a tart.

And I'm not the only one who's had her.

So has every trail hand

and stumblebum in this town.

Bravo, Pablito! Bravo!

Let him go, please let him go!

They're breaking my place. No!

What are you doing, Luisa?

Let them fight!

They're only boys, let them fight for Luisa!

What are you doing, my little chicken?

They're breaking my place. Stop!

What are you doing, Luisa?

My darling, my little chicken.

No, let them fight, let them play.

Very good, Pablito!

Let me go!

Oh, my friend.

Amigo, do not waste good tequila.

Mi amigo, I think we'd better finish our drink

in another cantina.

- Oh, Luisa!

- Come back!

You dirty pig!

You're not going to get away like this!

You owe me money!

You tramp. You whore.

"Marry me, Pablo, marry me now!"

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