All the Pretty Horses Page #4
The people in this town|are very quiet people.
Very quiet people all the time.
And then comes this|assassin Blevins...
...and he kills everybody|and steals their horses.
Why does he do this?
Was he a good, quiet boy that never|did no harm?
Then he comes here and does something|like that? Is that what happened?
No. No, that's not what happened.|That's not the truth.
Truth is he was always|the other kind of boy.
What happened?
Nothing.
I think we're going to Saltillo.
What's in Saltillo?
The penitentiary.
I think he wants to make|a deal with us.
What kind of a deal?
To keep quiet.
That kind of a deal.
About Blevins.
About what about Blevins?
I think they aim to kill him.
I think they aim to kill Blevins.
Boys...
...this is going to be a long trip.
The old man said|it would take all day.
I asked him. He said it was|going to take all day.
What's here?
Unload the prisoners, boys.
What do we do here?
Take a leak, I reckon.
Unload the prisoners.
Put them against the wall.|Sit them down.
Let's go.
What are they going to do?
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!|Let go of me.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Let go of me.
This man came to me.
I don't go to this man.
He came to me to talk|with me about justice...
...and how his own brother had died|at the hands of the assassin Blevins.
Then when it came time|to do justice...
...he could not shoot.
He was like a woman.
A man cannot go out to do something...
...and then not do it.
No, a man does not change his mind.
That's always been my way|in this world.
You didn't have to kill him.
Could've just walked him|back to the truck.
You don't know nothing.
See, in my country, we don't|have death for criminals.
Monies have to be paid and...
...arrangements have to be made.
I tell you this because...
...you'll have to make arrangements|with these peoples.
We don't have no money.
In here we have a boss, a jefe.
Everybody pays him.|Everybody does what he says.
I don't have any money, and we ain't|fixing to make any arrangements.
Oh, excuse me, but you will.
I'm telling you this|because I like you.
You cannot stay here.
You stay here, you're gonna die.
And then comes other problems.
The paperwork is lost.|People cannot be found.
Who's to say you were even here?
Some crazy people can say|that God is here.
But God is not here.
Everybody knows that God is not here.
I never dreamed there was|such a place as this.
There's probably every kind of place|you can think of.
They're going to kill us.
Don't let them think|they ain't gonna have to.
They either kill us or let us be.
Only way to get by in a place|like this is go about your business.
Don't act scared.
Where are you going?
I don't know, bud.
Got a match?
What is it?
A knife. A good one.
What's it like to be dead?
It ain't like nothing at all.
What's it like to be dead?
It ain't like nothing at all.
Yes, sir, you're a good healer. Fast.
You been doing any doctoring|on a boy named Lacey Rawlins?
Send you some soap, some towels...
...so you can wash up.
You don't know a Lacey Rawlins?
You are fortunate boys.
Fortunate boys.
Where's Rawlins?
He wait outside for you.
Right now?
Yes, now.
Where are we going?
You're going away.|You're going to your house.
Now?
Now.
I thought you'd died.
I thought you had.
Why ain't we dead?
She paid us out.
The old seora?
The aunt.
Why?
I don't know.
It's got to do with that girl.
I expect it does.
You going back down there?
Yeah, I guess I am.
On account of the girl.
But what about the horses?
The girl and the horses.
What about Rocha?
He'll have to do whatever|he has to do.
Don't go down there.
- I ain't asking you to go with me.|- I know.
They put Mexican blood in me|in that hospital.
So?
So, what does that mean?
About what?
Does that mean I'm part Mexican?
How much they put in you?
They said it was over a liter.
A liter would make you a half-breed.
- It don't, does it?|- No.
No, it don't mean nothing.
It's just blood.|It don't know where it come from.
You heard about what happened?
In the mess hall?
Yeah.
You didn't have no choice.
He'd have done it to you.
You don't got to try to make it right.|It is what it is.
- Sh*t.|- What?
Nothing. Just sh*t.
What is it?
I keep thinking about old Blevins.
About how scared he was.
You'll feel better when you get home.
I don't think so.
I ain't Blevins.
I know you ain't.
I was wondering how much better off|you are than him.
I reckon I'll see you|one of these days.
You take care.
You take care too.
I think I'm owed an explanation.
I think the accounts have been settled|quite in your favor.
You have been a disappointment|to my nephew...
...and a considerable expense to me.
No offense, ma'am, but I've been|some inconvenienced myself.
Sit down, please.
The officers were here once before,|you know.
My nephew sent them away until he|conducted his own investigation.
He wanted so much to go on|believing in you.
Why didn't he say something to me?
He'd given his word|to the commandante.
He should've let me|tell my side of it.
You had already lied to him once. Why|shouldn't he assume you'd do so again?
I never lied to him.
The affair of the stolen horse was|known here even before you arrived.
The thieves were Americans.
When he questioned you about this,|you denied everything.
Why'd you buy me out of jail?
I think you know why.
Because of Alejandra.
Yes.
What did she give in return?
I think you know that also.
That she won't see me again.
Yes.
You didn't have the right.
You should've left me there.
- You would've died.|- Then I'd have died.
We're willing that|you should have a horse.
I'll trust Esteban to supervise|the selection.
Do you have enough money?
Do you have enough money?
I aim to see her.
Am I supposed to be surprised?
I'll even give you my permission.
Although that doesn't seem to be|a thing you have ever required.
Her telephone number.
In the end, Mr. Cole...
...we all get cured of our sentiments.
Those whom life doesn't cure...
...death will.
She will not break her word to me.
You will see.
Yes, ma'am.
We will.
I knew it would be you.
I have to see you.
I can't.
You have to. I'm coming.
No, you can't.
I won't be here. I go to La Purisima|in two days.
- I'll meet you at the train.|- No, you can't.
My father will have men there.
Alejandra, I love you.
I love you.
You didn't have no right to make|that promise, even if they killed me.
I ain't gonna leave until I see you.
Even if it's the last time,|I don't care.
Even if they kill me now.
I will leave a day early.
Tomorrow morning.
I'll say that my aunt is ill.
Meet me in Zacatecas.
I will be there.
My God, you're beautiful.
- It's all my fault.|- You couldn't have saved us.
You couldn't have saved Blevins.
I told my father we were lovers.
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