The Professionals

That's your man.

- Draw your pay.

- You wanted him broken.

Yeah, but not ruined.

Now, get out of here.

Mr. Marshall.

Ever heard of a J.W. Grant?

He needs you. Urgent.

My husband.

Hurry. Hurry.

Please, hurry.

Get out of here.

Baby!

It's nice to see you.

I'm Joe Grant.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Ehrengard.

Got your telegram, Mr. Grant.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Sharp.

Yeah. Me too, Lizzie.

Mr. Grant, I'm your local

bank representative.

As per your instructions,

this box contains...

Thank you for coming, Mr. Fardan.

The receipt, Mr. Grant.

Exactly $100,000 in gold coins.

Not a coin larger than $50.

That's quite an unusual request.

Thank you. Move out.

Mr. Grant. Slow freight ahead.

- Sidetrack it.

- You should count the money.

- Didn't you count it?

- Well, yes, of course, but...

Thank you.

Henry "Rico" Fardan. Virginia Military

Academy, Philippine campaign...

...Cuba with Roosevelt's Rough

Riders. Married a Mexican woman.

No children. Wife deceased.

Joined Pancho Villa

as weapons expert and tactician.

Your hair was darker then.

My heart was lighter then.

Left Villa's forces, June, 1915.

A year of wildcatting and prospecting.

Results:
Negative.

Now demonstrating automatic

weapons. Salary:
$40 a week.

Hans Ehrengard. Ex-cavalryman,

cattle boss, wrangler...

...bull-whacker, packmaster.

Jacob Sharp. Specialist with rifle,

rope and longbow.

Most dependable scout and tracker

in the territory.

Any objections to working

with a Negro?

What's the job, Mr. Grant?

How well do you know him?

- Well enough.

- What's your feeling toward him?

I have the highest respect for him...

...as a soldier.

Last week, your respected soldier

kidnapped my wife.

His ransom note.

Your job:

A mission of mercy.

Raza. Captain Jesus Raza.

Jesus.

What a name for the bloodiest

cutthroat in Mexico.

Mrs. Grant is a prisoner

about 100 miles across this desert.

A hellhole. For Raza, a fortress.

He was born in that desert.

He and his men know every ravine,

every rock, every cliff.

It'd take a battalion at least a month.

But a few daring men...

...specialists, led by you...

...could do it in one bold, swift stroke.

Why not? You're fluent in Spanish.

You know the terrain.

You know Raza.

How he thinks and reacts.

- I know you can do it.

- I don't think so, Mr. Grant.

One thousand dollars a man going in.

If you bring her back safe and sound...

...another 9000 dollars

for each of you.

- How many men does Raza have?

- Pasqual?

Last month, 150, maybe. Now?

- If I were you, I'd pay the ransom.

- There it is.

One hundred thousand dollars

in gold coins, as requested by Raza.

Will that guarantee that she

won't be killed? You know Raza.

Say we were lucky enough

to get there.

How do we get your wife out? Safely?

Gentlemen, I don't know

where else to turn.

- What we really need is an equalizer.

- Name it.

A dynamiter with a delicate touch

to blow out a candle...

...without denting the candleholder.

- Who?

Him.

Arrange to have that man at the train

where we pick up the horses.

- Where is he?

- Not far.

- Get the details.

- In jail.

- In jail?

- He says that $700 will bail him out.

But is he dependable?

Can he be trusted?

I trust him.

Then you've got him.

- Rico, buddy, I don't deserve you.

- I agree.

I can understand you getting

into a crap game and losing $700...

...but how'd you lose your pants?

- In a lady's bedroom.

Trying to raise the cash.

Almost had it made too.

You realise people are the only

animals who make love face to face?

He's all yours.

Thanks. Again.

You could have telegraphed

the money yesterday.

Yesterday, I didn't have the money.

What's the proposition?

You won't lose your pants.

Your life, maybe, but... what's that?

Hardly anything at all.

- Well?

- Nice animals.

- Picked by Mr. Ortega.

- You can depend on them.

This one is Mrs. Grant's favourite.

Bred for speed.

He'll need a lot more than that

for this job.

- You'll have to make them do.

- Mr. Grant...

...I can make them go,

but I can't make them do.

$100,000 for a wife?

She must be a lot of woman.

Certain women have a way

of changing some boys into men...

...and some men back into boys.

- That's a woman worth saving.

- Where are we going?

- The Painted Mountains.

That's right.

- You want us to go back to Mexico?

- This time strictly for cash.

- What's the deal?

- $10,000 per man, for nine days' work.

More money than we ever realised

out of all our schemes put together.

No detours!

I made us a contract. All the way.

- They know who took the woman?

- Raza.

Our Raza? A kidnapper?

- Grant's got a ransom note to prove it.

- Well, I'll be damned.

Most of us are.

Last week Mrs. Grant went riding.

Across the border.

She was born in Mexico.

I suppose she got lonely for it.

By the time we were alarmed,

the note of ransom arrived.

You'll want to know how she looks.

Those were taken four years ago

on our wedding day.

I guess I'm not much good without her.

Not anymore.

- What part of the hacienda is she kept?

- I'd only be guessing.

We have to know.

- The goat-keeper must know.

- Is he still there?

- What goat-keeper?

- By name, Padillia. Eduardo Padillia.

He was devoted to Mrs. Grant.

Twice a day he brought her

goat's milk. It was almost a ritual.

By this, he will know

you have my blessing.

Like myself, he would give his life

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