The Valley of Gwangi

Miguel!

Miguel!

Miguel.

Miguel.

Gwangi.

No, no.

Leave it. He who takes

from Gwangi the evil one is cursed.

- Only by an old woman's tongue.

- I tell you...

...if he does not go back

to the Forbidden Valley...

...we shall all suffer a terrible fate.

My eyes are blind,

but I can still see the signs.

Keep your superstitions

to yourself, old woman.

Fool.

One day he will learn

to obey the law of Gwangi...

...or like his brother, he will perish.

Howdy, ma'am.

- Carry your case, seor?

- Don't bother me, boy.

- But don't you need a guide?

- No, don't need a guide.

- What about an interpreter?

- Or an interpreter.

- You need a horse?

- Now look, boy, I told you...

...I don't need anything.

Now get lost, comprende? Adis.

There is no money in that, seor.

- You want to do something for me?

- Lf the money is right.

- Tell me where the arena is.

- Two miles out of town.

- Two miles?

- You'll need that horse, seor.

And a guide.

You're a real hustler. I bet

your pappy sends you out hustling...

...while he stays home taking a siesta.

No, seor, my papa is dead.

I run my own business.

My name is Lope.

Okay, Lope, you and me

will do some business together.

- Now how about getting me that horse?

- Ten pesos, seor.

And 5 more for the saddle.

The first million's

always the toughest, Lope.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...I now have the honor to present...

...the lovely and talented star

of our show...

...riding Wonder Horse Omar...

...Miss T.J. Breckenridge.

- Well, I'll be.

- Hey, Tuck. Tuck Kirby.

Hi, there.

Now, what in the name of Sam Hill

brings you around here?

Up to no good, that's for sure.

You don't seem glad to see me, Champ.

About as glad as a dying mule

to see a vulture.

I'm no vulture.

Bird on the wing, maybe.

Yeah, flying to the next quick buck.

Well, it looks like you finally made it.

- I make out all right.

- All you care about is yourself...

...no matter who gets hurt.

I still care what happens to T.J.

Yeah, always did.

Fussing around her like a mother hen.

Her daddy was a friend. Somebody's

gotta protect her from guys like you.

- Running out on her like you did.

- You weren't sorry to see me go.

Nope, but it darn near broke T.J.'s heart.

Yeah. From what I hear,

you're not doing so good by her either.

Not enough customers

to pay the bill.

We don't need any big shot coming

telling us how to run this show.

- Now, why don't you just go back...

- Wait a minute.

Well, that's her tune.

That's the grand finale, isn't it?

Well, now, I'm surprised

you remembered.

Well, excuse me, I gotta see this.

For old times' sake, you understand?

Carlos.

Hurry up with that ramp.

- Howdy there, partner.

- Ex-partner.

And to what do we owe

this unpleasant surprise?

- I'm just looking around.

- For trouble.

They say it comes in threes.

I wonder what the next two will be.

Hey, you can't go in there!

Get out.

- Been a long time, T.J.

- Do you want to get killed?

You're the one

who's always trying it out there.

Don't start that again.

You and me are gonna have

a nice little talk...

...or I might just

put you across my knee.

Fat chance. This is T.J., remember?

Sure, I remember.

- Lf you don't mind, I'd like to change.

- Well, go on, go ahead.

Hey, you hesitated up there,

before the jump.

The sight of you would upset

your own mother.

- Not pulling much of a crowd.

- We play Villarosa next.

Things will be better there.

- You sure?

- Sure, I'm sure.

- Why is that?

- What do you care?

You've got your own business now.

Yep. That's right. A one-man operation.

Sitting in a nice office,

buying and selling acts...

...instead of getting knocked off

horses for 10 bucks.

- It's half the risk, twice the pay.

- So mind your own business.

I'm doing just that.

Got a deal for you, T.J.

Get you off the hook with

this broken-down, moth-eaten rodeo.

- Lf you got a brain, you'll take it.

- Thanks.

Buffalo Bill wants to buy Omar

the Wonder Horse.

He's offering a good price.

- And you get 10%, right?

- Twenty.

Well, you're not getting

one thin dime out of me.

And Buffalo Bill is not getting Omar.

And you needn't think you can come...

...busting in here like some hick-town

horse-dealer trying to ruin my show.

There's people depending on me:

Champ, Carlos, Bean, Rowdy.

But you wouldn't know much

about loyalty, would you?

- This is business.

- You play your con tricks...

...and I'll stick to horse tricks.

Now beat it.

My, my. Always did look

sweet in a temper.

- Get out, I said.

- All right, I've hotter irons in the fire.

You just keep struggling, leaping off

platforms into a pot of water.

Break your neck if you want to.

Makes no difference to me.

Good.

Just worried about that horse up there.

Wouldn't like anything to happen to him.

Excuse me.

Good for you, T.J. You should've done

that a long time ago. Thrown him out.

I say! Hello, there. Over here, sir!

- Someone you know?

- A client of mine, Professor Bromley.

- What's he doing out there?

- He digs for old bones and things.

Hello!

Sounds like he dug himself

into trouble. Come on.

- I say, thank heavens you came along.

- What has happened, professor?

"What has happened, professor?"

You know very well what has happened.

- Rosita?

- Rosita. Rosita's my mule.

She absolutely refused to budge.

Then she kicked me.

- I don't know where she's gone now.

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