Viva Zapata!

When are you going

to get a real knife?

You can keep this.

Who has

your papers?

Right here.

Good morning,

my children.

Well, come closer.

Come closer.

Here are the names,

my president.

Now then, my children,

what's the problem

you've brought me?

Well, someone has to tell.

You must have come

for something.

Yes, my president.

We have come for something.

Well, you. You tell me.

You know that field?

That field with the big

white rock in the middle,

just south of Anenecuilco?

My president, our delegation...

They've taken our land away.

Who took your land away?

My children,

when you make accusations,

be certain you

have the facts.

Who took your land away?

The big estate there.

It's bigger than a kingdom.

They've taken

our green valleys.

Left us only

the rocky hillside.

We can't grow

our corn there.

That's right. There's a

new fence with barbed wire.

We can't feed our cows.

You know those three houses

by that white rock?

They burned those!

They're planting sugarcane in our corn land.

Can you prove that

you own this field?

Our village has owned this

land since before history.

We have a paper

from the Spanish Crown.

We have a paper from

the Mexican Republic.

Well, if this is true,

you have no problem.

My children,

the courts will settle this.

I'll send you to

my personal attorney.

But before you see him,

I urge you to find

your boundary stones.

Check them against

your grants and titles.

Verify your boundaries,

facts.

Facts.

Now, my children,

I have many other matters

to attend to.

I've been your president

for 34 years.

It's not an easy job

being president.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, my president.

Thank you, my president.

Thank you.

What's next?

We can't verify the boundaries, my president.

The land is fenced

and guarded by armed men.

They're planting sugarcane

in our corn fields right now.

The courts will settle...

With your permission...

Courts?

Do you know of any land suit that

was ever won by country people?

Has your land been taken?

My father's land was taken

long ago, my president.

My children, I'm your father,

your protector.

I'm of your blood.

But believe me,

these matters take time.

You must be patient.

With your permission,

my president,

we make our tortillas

out of corn, not patience.

And patience will not cross

an armed and guarded fence.

To do as you suggest,

to verify those boundaries,

we need your authority

to cross that fence.

I cannot possibly

exercise such authority.

But you advised it.

I can only advise.

Then naturally, my president,

we will do as you advise.

Thank you.

With your permission.

You!

Yes, my president?

What is your name?

Zapata.

What is it?

Emiliano

Zapata.

There you are.

Thank you,

my son.

My pleasure, Father.

Come here!

Here! Here! Here!

Go back!

Get him! The one

on the white horse!

That's the one we're

supposed to bring in!

That's the one!

The one on the white horse!

That's the one!

Come on!

Zapata!

Emiliano Zapata!

Zapata!

Emiliano Zapata!

Zapata!

Emiliano Zapata!

The stupid.

He's still coming.

Who do you

think he is?

Stranger.

Look at his clothes.

Emiliano, shall I kill him?

No, shoot in front

of him again.

Careful,

don't hit him.

When I wanna hit him,

I hit him.

When I wanna to

miss him, I miss him.

Man has been known

to die of a close miss.

Zapata!

Emiliano Zapata!

He's more stupid than I

thought. He's still coming.

He's crazy.

You know it's not nice

to kill crazy people?

Emiliano, shall I try him

again? A little closer?

A little closer?

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