All the Pretty Horses Page #5

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Why?

Because she threatened me. My aunt.

She said I must stop seeing you|or she'd tell him.

I couldn't stand for her|to have that power.

She left me no choice.

I told him myself.

I love you so much, I thought|I could make him understand.

I was so foolish.|It was her arrogance.

I told her I would not be blackmailed.

She made me crazy.

But I broke my father's heart.

I broke his heart.

I put you in danger,|and you almost died.

He had Armando lock me into my room|so that I couldn't warn you.

The next morning,|he flew me back to the city.

I thought I would never,|never see you again.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

I destroyed everything.

I'm going to make it right.

You can't.

Well, I will make it right.

Somehow, I will.

You don't understand.

What don't I understand?

I didn't know that my father|could stop loving me.

I didn't know he could.

Now I know.

What are you doing?

I saw you dead in a dream.

Just like the dream I had the night|before we danced together.

It was dawn.

Men in serapes stood over you.

And you were dying.

All because of your whore.

Don't say that.

I want you to marry me|and come to Texas.

When I found out you were in prison|I made a promise.

I know. For my life.

Yes.

I love you.

I'll love you till the day I die.

I believe you.

I swear to God.

I believe you.

No.

I cannot do what you ask.

I love you very much, but I cannot.

I have no honor except my promise.

If I lose that too...

...then what am I?

Shut the door.

What do you want?

I come for my horse.

Rawlins' and Blevins' horses too.

I don't have your horses.

You by God know where they're at.

You make trouble for yourself.

I got trouble you never even heard of.

Are you still here, old man?

Yes, yes of course.

You're free to go.

You're free to go.

Thank you, partner.

Go with God.

You son of the unlucky...

Go with God.

Go with God, my friend.

Get down. Go inside.

Come here. Sit down.

Hey, who's there?

Raul, the Captain.

I want to see a horse.

I want to see a horse.

What horse?

American.

The American horse.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Carlos! The gringo|has taken me prisoner!

Don't shoot!

If you follow us, I'll kill them.

Stop!

Goodbye, get out of here!

If you come back,|I'll kill the Captain.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

Yeah, you can just keep talking.|When I die, you die.

- Why don't you let me go?|- Because you're my hostage.

Stay close, or I swear to God,|I'll shoot you. Go on.

I'll shoot you.

Have to come back to my town?

I told you. For my horse.

My head is sick.|I can't ride no more.

You'd be surprised at what you can do.

You're going to die.|You're going to die.

We'll let God decide about that.

You're not afraid of God?

I'm not afraid of God.|I got no reason to be.

I even got a bone or two|to pick with Him.

Where are the keys?

Where are the keys!

Goddamn you!

Die, you son of a b*tch!

Give me your goddamn hand.

I'm not going to kill you.

I'm not like you.

Go on.

You're free to go.

Far as you can...

...tote that saddle.

Hey, give me the keys.

Go over to the Captain.

Don't let him get up. The keys.

Beans...

...and a rabbit.

How is your wound?

You doing okay?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pants...

...a serape.

Go with God, my son.

Howdy.

Howdy. How you doing?

Could you tell me what day it is?

It's Thursday.

I mean the date.

It's Thanksgiving.

Do either of you want to buy a rifle?

No. I'm not interested.

So I come back across and was riding|on the road...

...and I run into this man, and he|told me I had to come see a judge.

There's a problem with the horses.

Your Honor...

...the fact of the matter is this boy|ain't got a lick of proof.

Three different horses|and different brands on them.

Deputy Smith, you know what|the trouble with a liar is?

Trouble with a liar is, he can't|remember what he said.

I know that's right.

I ain't a liar.

I know that, son.

I know that.

I can't believe anybody would make up|a story like the one you just told.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Yes, sir.

You mind showing the court|them bullet holes in your leg?

Oh, all right.

That's where it come out.

That's fine, son. Thank you.

You didn't have medical attention?

No, sir.

Wasn't none to be had.

Deputy Smith?

Your Honor?

I want you to see that this boy|gets his horses back.

Son, you're free to go.

Thank you.

The court thanks you|for your testimony.

In all the years I've sat|on this bench...

...I heard lots of things that give me|grave doubts about the human race.

This ain't one of them.

All right.

You can go, boy.

- Thank you.|- Thank you.

I don't like to bother you. But they|told me this is where you live.

That's all right. They were right.|Come on in.

- Thank you.|- Pleased to have you.

When I was in the penitentiary...

...I killed somebody.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He come at me with a knife.

So...

I just happened|to get the best of him.

But that keeps bothering me somehow.

Something else, ain't there?

Yes, sir.

But later, I wanted to kill|that other one too.

That Mexican captain.

Why do you suppose that is?

Because I sat there, and he walked|the boy out to the trees and shot him.

I didn't say nothing.

I didn't say a word.

Would it have done any good?

No, sir.

That don't make it right.

And it never will.

Bothered me that you might think|that I'm something special.

I ain't.

You know what you strike me as?

One of them people|that has a tendency...

...to be a little tough on themselves.

There's nothing wrong with you, son.

You'll get it sorted out.

I hope so.

If I live.

You'll live, all right.

Lacey once asked me if I thought|God looks out for people.

I guess He does.

I say He's just about got to.

I don't believe we'd make it|a day otherwise.

Thought you'd want|your old horse back.

Damn, bud.

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