Bless Me, Ultima Page #3

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and the Holy Ghost.

They have to

squeeze in tight.

If you die with a mortal

sin on your head,

where do you go?

Hell!

And is there

any escape from Hell?

- No!

- No.

You burn in Hell forever.

For eternity.

How long is eternity?

Without end.

Twenty years.

That is enough.

The dark buds of spring were on the branches.

And I understood why they

called the raging sap

that brought forth life,

the bad blood.

Now it ran

through my brothers.

There were whispers

in town

that they were wasting their

service money at the bars,

pool halls,

and even at Rosie's.

When are we supposed to come to you?

When are we supposed

to come to you?

That's not

what I'm talking about!

I said, I'm working

days and nights.

- And we're not working?

- No, you're not!

We're not working, huh?

What's this about?

Now I'm trying to keep

you guys in line. I have work!

What kind of work

can you have for us here?

I have

jobs lined up!

You are going to work

with me on the highway!

We don't wanna work with

you on the darn highway!

Eugenio!

Watch your language!

Do not defy

your father.

I'm not defying my father, Mama.

That's enough!

- Perdoname, Mama.

- Perdoname, Mama.

What is it you want? Eh?

You've been

gone so long,

and now that you've returned

you want to leave again?

- What about California?

- What about California?

We don't wanna

go to California.

We wanna be on our own

and make our own way.

Go to Santa Fe and work.

You are forsaking me.

We're not forsaking

you, Mama.

Mama! We're men.

We have seen the world.

Ay, Marez men.

The Marez blood draws

them away from their home

and their parents,

Gabriel.

You still have Tony.

Thanks be to God.

You're not

going with them?

I got a job here.

Figure I could

do as well here

as they do in Santa Fe

or Albuquerque.

Will you miss them?

Sure.

Me too.

Will you become a

farmer like Mama wants?

No.

Will you become a priest?

Thank you.

Okay, everyone,

class is dismissed.

Have a great summer.

Hold... Hold on,

Antonio, hold on.

Bye, Miss Maestas. Bye-bye.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye, boys.

Thank you.

Antonio, you're a little older

than most of the other kids.

And your progress

has been very good.

So, instead of passing you

to the second grade,

we're passing you

to the third.

Gracias.

I mean, thank you, Miss Maestas.

Have a good summer, Antonio.

Y, suerte.

I'll see you next year,

Miss Maestas!

Yes, you will.

Hey, Tony!

Pass?

Yeah.

Come on, let's go!

One of them

has started melting.

The doll.

Don't touch it.

Tenorio.

Tenorio.

- He's drunk!

- No, I'm not drunk!

Grande, you must hide!

Hombre! Hombre,

make sense!

Maria, put the children

in the other room.

Why do I have to hide?

Have you not heard?

Heard what, hombre?

Ay, Dios mio,

living on this cursed hill away from town.

Today Tenorio's daughter,

his witch, died.

He blames

La Grande for it.

Who told you this story?

Jesus Silva

came from El Puerto.

He said that Tenorio filled

some men with whiskey

and had them

spread his vengeance.

Oh, my God!

Wait here.

Papa!

Antonio! Antonio!

Antonio, you stay there!

Stay!

Gabriel Marez!

We don't wanna

quarrel with you, Marez!

We only want the witch.

Who speaks?

Come, come.

You call me by my name!

You walk on my land!

I wanna know who speaks!

Our business here

tonight is not with you, Marez.

You walk

upon my land!

That is my business!

We do not want

to quarrel with you.

We only want the witch!

Just give her to us.

We'll take her away

and there'll be no trouble.

Who accuses her?

I, Tenorio Trementina!

And, you are idiota

with nothing but...

Wait! Wait, Marez!

We're not here

to fight you.

There's not a man here, not one,

that doesn't hold you in respect.

You know that.

Pero, esta brujera,

this witchcraft,

it's serious business,

hombre,

and the charges

must be answered!

Give us the witch!

There's no witch here.

Give us the witch!

Give us the witch!

Get away!

Why are farmers out playing

vigilantes when they should be home

sitting by a warm fire,

playing cards?

I know you're not men who need the

cover of darkness to hide behind.

You shame your good names by

following este idiota de Tenorio!

He has lost

his daughter today,

and for that El Puerto

can sleep easier,

now that her evil doing

has gone to heck with her!

I may be a beast,

but I am not a fool.

He calls you fools.

Enough of this talking!

We came here

for the witch!

Give us the witch!

Give us the bruja!

Wait!

You know the simple test

for a witch.

Are these needles holy?

S. Blessed by the priest.

Take the holy needles

and pin them to the door.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just give us the witch!

Put them in

so they are crossed.

In the name of God,

you'll know

that a witch cannot

walk through a door

so marked by the sign

of the Christ!

It's true!

It's legal in our customs!

But we all must

abide by the trial!

I'll abide by that test!

I'll abide.

But if she crosses it,

then she can never again

be accused for witchcraft!

We call God

as our witness!

Who is it

accuses me?

I accuse you

of being a witch!

It's proven!

It's proven.

Her evil bird

has blinded me!

I curse you, bruja!

- Grande, come inside.

- Don't you see? She's a bruja!

Narciso, I swear,

you'll pay for this!

I will see you dead!

Hjole.

What a night, huh?

Come on,

my old friend.

I could use a drink.

Bye.

Send my love

to Grandpa,

and tell Mateo

he's still a lousy pitcher.

Do you believe that God

will burn all the sinners

forever and ever

when they die?

Do you think if God was a woman,

she would forgive them?

Like the Virgin Mary,

she forgave the people who killed her son.

I don't know, Antonio.

Why didn't you come

to warn us last night?

Well, your grandfather

wouldn't let us mix

in what took

place yesterday.

But, Ultima cured

Uncle Lucas.

Isn't he grateful

for that?

Of course he is.

You just

don't understand.

What?

El Puerto,

it's a small village.

We've lived there

for a long time.

We've never passed

judgment on anyone.

But you let Tenorio

pass judgment on Ultima.

The end of summer

was the time of the harvest.

My mother's family

had always been farmers

who took their only truth

from the earth.

The chilis, corn and fruit that

would carry us through the winter,

they saw as sacred gifts from

the ground beneath our feet.

The harvest

of my grandfather's

was my favorite

time of year.

Okay, Papa.

Good night, Papa.

So, Porfirio Baca

told me about Tenorio.

He came back

from the hospital today.

He said he lost an eye.

He told me that the two remaining sisters

spent their day

making a coffin.

No, no, no, porque they

were gathering cottonwood branches

and weaving them

into a coffin.

God, that... That...

That proves that she was a bruja!

Because a bruja cannot be

buried in a regular coffin.

And they will burn sulfur

instead of holy incense.

And they will slay a rooster and

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