Viva Zapata! Page #5

"Though we're all made of the

same clay, a jug is not a vase."

What is wrong with me?

I had hoped you

would not ask that again.

But since you have,

allow me to say

that you're a rancher

without land,

a gentleman without money, a man

of substance without substance.

A fighter, a drinker, a

brawler, these things you are.

Though I have nothing

against you personally,

and I can see

where in some quarters

you might be

considered desirable,

but my daughter,

I have no

intention whatsoever

of one day finding her

squatting on the bare earth

patting tortillas

like a common Indian.

What are you doing?

Find her a merchant.

A musty, moth-eaten man

like yourself.

Let her be queen

of the warehouses

and mistress of

the receipt books.

Bring him down here!

Down here!

Clear the way.

This man is a criminal.

You're making yourselves

liable for his crime.

What are you trying to do?

We are here, my captain,

with your permission,

to see that the prisoner

does not try to escape.

For if he did try, you would be

forced to shoot him in the back.

Is that not so, Captain?

You're breaking the law.

No, helping the law, with your

permission, guarding the prisoner.

Zapata, the wire.

What do you mean?

Telegraph wire.

Cut it before he uses it.

Don't touch that!

This is rebellion.

Cut it.

No ammunition?

No ammunition.

What did you find?

Uniforms and blankets.

No ammunition?

No ammunition.

Hermano, come here,

look what I found!

Ammunition?

No, dynamite.

Boxes and boxes,

all dynamite.

Ammunition?

No, powder

and dynamite.

How much?

Plenty. Look.

What do you think?

Well, we won't wait.

We'll use what we have.

Anything doing?

A few women.

I liked it better

when they were shooting.

Maybe Zapata ran

out of ammunition.

I wouldn't

depend on that.

I think they've gone away.

Look, there, sir.

Some market women. If there's a

market, they must have gone away.

With these Indians, I don't trust

the women any more than the men.

There hasn't been a sign of

Zapata since yesterday noon.

Send out a scout.

Captain! My captain!

What are you doing down there?

Would you like to

buy some eggs, sir?

Get away from that gate!

Hurry up.

Pile those baskets.

Get away from that

gate or I'll fire!

Pile up those baskets. Get away

from that gate or I'll fire!

Hurry up! Fire! Go get those baskets. Quick!

Fire!

Remember the machine gun

that flanked us from the hill?

Yeah.

This boy and his brother

crept out into the dark,

lassoed the gun and pulled

it out of the gunner's hands.

And look at the size of him.

Did you do that?

Of course he did.

Bring the machine gun!

Leave the gun.

Did you do that?

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