The Fugitive

The following photoplay

is timeless.

The story is a true story.

It is also a very old story

that was first told in the Bible.

It is timeless and topical,

and is still being played

in many parts of the world.

This picture was entirely made

in our neighbouring republic Mexico,

at the kind invitation

of the Mexican government

and of the Mexican

motion picture industry.

Its locale is fictional.

It is merely a small state a thousand miles

north or south of the equator-

who knows?

Who are you?

Why are you here?

I belong here.

No.

No.

I know all the men in this village.

Are you from the police?

I'm hiding from the police.

Oh.

You're a criminal?

Did you steal

or did you kill somebody?

No.

I'm a priest.

This was my church.

Please.

What's your name?

Maria Dolores.

And your baby's name?

My name - Maria Dolores.

And your husband?

I have no husband, Father.

This one has not been baptised.

Could you give her a name, Father?

So when she grows up

to be married in a church,

she can be called by name.

Will there be churches again, Father?

We must hope so.

In the village they have no hope.

They say the priests have all left us,

that the church is dead.

In the village are many babies

that have not been baptised.

Is that why you have

been sent here, Father?

Perhaps.

And you're not afraid?

Oh, yes, I am afraid.

Go. Summon the others.

Tell them to bring their babies.

They will not come for me, Father.

The men, yes.

The women... no.

Perhaps they will come for me.

Maria Dolores, I baptise thee

in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

I baptise thee in the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Attention!

Detail, dismount!

Dismiss!

Where's the chief of police?

I wouldn't know.

You, get out of here!

All right, bring these people in.

- Drunk and disorderly.

- Fine five pesos.

- Drunk and disorderly.

- Five pesos.

- Alcohol on his possession.

- 20 pesos.

- Drunk and disorderly.

- Five pesos.

But Your Excellency,

I have no money.

I am not "Your Excellency"!

Won't you people ever learn?

I'm an Indian like you are,

and like you.

And like you.

And I'm proud of it.

Stand up straight.

Let him work it off

cleaning out the cells.

Found wearing a holy medal

under his shirt.

60 days in the bullpen.

- What of the rest?

- All drunk.

- Oh, dismiss them.

- All right. Come on, outside. Hurry up.

Everybody outside. Hurry up.

- Thank you for doing my work.

- Somebody's got to carry on.

Well, where were you?

With the governor.

- He's in splendid health.

- You don't look very happy.

The governor and I are friends.

We understand each other.

- He asked a few questions about you.

- About me? What about me?

Well, he had a copy of your report

on his desk.

- You know how he feels about the clergy.

- I feel exactly the same way.

We shot the last priest six months ago.

- The governor doesn't seem to think so.

- Well, he's wrong!

I tell you, the last priest

was shot six months ago.

Do you wish to argue

with the governor, my boy? That's stupid.

Remember, he gets information

we don't get.

- Oh, there's no doubt about it.

- What's the name of this priest?

What's his village? What's his parish?

Where was he born?

That's the trouble - nobody knows

anything when it comes to these traitors.

Nobody talks,

no one knows their name.

They go from village to village and the

people hide them, the superstitious fools.

They do anything to hide a priest.

How does he expect us to find a man

when we haven't got a photograph?

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