Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia

Miss Theresa.

Your father is waiting for you.

I know.

Right now, my sweet.

I don't want to go.

Poor thing.

Your father wants you immediately!

Who is the father?

Who is the father?

Who is the father?

No!

Alfredo Garcia!

He was like a son to me.

I'll pay a million

to whoever brings me

the head of Afredo Garcia.

Bring me the head

of Alfredo Garcia.

Bring it to me!

-Do you care for a drink, sir?

-Uh, later.

Excuse me.

Welcome to Camino Real, sir.

-Thank you.

Enjoy your stay.

Mirado first, and then

la Munica, Goldendrina, and Toro.

Sing it, brothers.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...the bus us ready to leave in

two minutes. Please, let's go.

Good-bye my brothers from Ohio.

Good-bye my brothers from Norway.

Take your wooden hearts out

and find the soul in Mexico.

And bring back money.

Spend money all over, folks.

Have a good time,

but remember the Tlaquepaque.

Four tequila.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

We are looking for an old

buddy of ours. A padre named Alfredo Garcia.

Does anyone here know him,

if you please.

Mrs.

Miss?

You're sure, huh?

How about you?

No, Senor.

First drink's on the house, gentlemen.

Whatta you like to hear?

Take care of those gentlemen, Paulo.

Your wishes, gentlemen?

-Tequila.

-Uh, Tequila and a beer back.

Good evenig.

Something, uh, for the ladies.

Come on, whatta you wanna hear?

Who knows?

What would you like?

How about,

uh, 'l Remember April'?

I remember April. Yeah.

-Excuse me.

What's that?

Oh, it's just an old song.

Now, how about buying you a drink?

Crazy. Gimme a double

Jack Daniels on the rocks.

We've got a live one here.

Take me to your leader.

Well, cheers, money...

How do you like that beer?

You know they brought, uh,

German Burgermeisters over here

back in about eighteen

hundred and something.

Who knows? Long time ago.

Some of the best beet in the

world comes from Mexico.

How good you are.

How you guys like baseball?

Take her away.

I'm beginning to like basketball lately,

it's a faster game,

you know what I mean?

How about that Bill Russel on the

Celtic, Nineteen sixty-nine?

Now, there was a ball player.

You've, uh, worked around

here quite awhile, huh?

Yeah, about six years.

Started up in the Black Cat in T.J.

Now there was a nice place.

Classy place, classy

people came in there.

One night Paulette Goddard came in...

and asked me if I knew...

You know a lot of

studs around here?

Who you looking for?

Well, like I said, an old buddy

of ours, a very close chum,

like to meet up with him again.

He's quite a ladies' man.

His name is Alfredo Garcia.

Maybe you can help is find him.

He's about thirty. Sometimes

he calls himself Al...Garcia.

He speaks English,

Spanish and a little French.

Quite a stud, huh?

I'll be a son-of-a-b*tch.

You got me.

I do recognize the name.

You know the name Garcia?

Sure, it's like Jones or Smith.

We're at the Hotel Camino Real,

if you come up with anything

we'd be glad to see you.

Bring that with you.

Well, don't worry,

if he's alive, I'll find him.

Uh, alive isn't our problem.

Well, uh, how about dead or alive?

How about that?

Dead, just dead.

What would you like to hear?

I didn't catch your name, Mister?

Dobbs. Fred C. Dobbs.

Paulo!

What's up?

When was the last time

Al Garcia was around?

One week. At the most a week.

You know anybody around here that...

might know where he is?

Elita.

He has stayed with her.

Elita.

No sh*t?

I'll be dammed.

Ola, Benny.

Smiley. Long wat from Durango,

aren't you, Pard?

Ah, lemme see.

Things have changed.

Hey... put my shoe back.

Get up.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here so early?

It's later than you think, Chula.

How'd you like a black eye?

What have you been drinking?

You're a lying, cheating,

no-good two-bit b*tch.

How's your, how's your cold?

What cold?

The one you had last week when

I couldn't see you for three days.

Ha, what'd the matter?

Ha, waht's the matter... Benny?

Ah, good evening.

Yeah, well, give me a double

bourbon with a champagne back

and none of your Texano bullshit...

now shove off.

Three days... and three nights.

Alfredo Garcia.

Si, Alfredo.

I feel very bad, uh...

Give me a chance I'll

explain it to you, olkay?

Do... it.

Well, he was here and

we spent some time together.

We were saying goodbye...

forever.

It took a little time.

If I ever get my hands on him

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm afraid it's too late.

When he left here he was very

drunk, and, uh, near Salti1 19...

his car refused the road

and the rocks killed him.

Jesus Christ.

-Amen.

I gotta go, Elita.

-Do you have to go?

-See you later.

Pardon.

Come in.

Glasses.

Give him your number.

Eleven. Lucky.

Bet you guys didn't expect

to see me so soon, huh?

You're wasting our time.

What have you got?

You don't mess around, do you?

Right down to business.

It's really very simple.

If you give us the information we want,

as to where we can find Alfredo Garcia,

we'll give you a thousand dollars.

If your information is wrong... you,

too are wrong... dead wrong.

Well, you see,

he's uh, friend of a friend.

And I'd like to know

what you want him for.

Well. that's not true. Uh, I mean,

I gotta tell somebody something right?

You're interested in money, aren't you?

Money you can spend.

Yes, sir. lndirectly.

I mean, there are other things.

Like I'd like to stay alive.

A loser.

Nobody loses all the time.

I don't like the money.

How much is it worth to you?

We can go five thousand.

-Ten thousand.

-I go all the way or I pass.

-l... gather by that you mean dead?

That's right.

That's what I got in mind.

Well. my friend, one must

do what one must do.

All we require from you...

is physical proof that Garcia is dead.

What kind of physical proof?

We're well aware of the problem and

we're prepared to settle for his head.

Yeah, but the, uh...

head must match the picture.

It's a deal.

But I want five thousand dollars in advance.

I'll need some operating cash, right?

You don't have to kill

him with kindness.

Give him two hundred dollars.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

You've got four days.

And Benny... after that

we come to find you.

Ow! Goddammit!

Change the sheets, darling.

I got another job. You hear me?

Get up!

Come on, honey.

It's your room.

-Don't!

-Up and at 'em, Goddammit!

-Oh, don't.

-Hey, Elita!

Don't. Cut it out.

Hey, I saw those guys that were

looking for Alfredo... yesterday.

Did you tell them he was dead?

No.

Why not?

In this house we know nothing.

I wanna see his grave.

Tell me...

did he give you a good head?

You... dirty man.

You dirty, lousy, son-of-a-gun.

Oh, don't hurt me.

Now... pack a lunch.

No, you pack. You pack, you hear,

'cause we're going on a picnic.

Oh, no.

I'm gonna find a golden fleece, baby.

What is all this, Benny?

Just get up.

-Oh, okay.

Get up! Get up, come on.

All right... I am up!

-Up, up!

-Can't you see?

Get up.

Oh, no. Oh, don't play with

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