Hidalgo Page #4

but tried to protect her from danger.

I am responsible.

Have you ever considered

just poisoning me, Jazira?

Why torture me with slow precision?

Why force me to marry a man

who has never looked at me?

If he looks at you,

I have to cut off his head.

You are not yet his property.

The women of the western tribes

no longer wear the veil.

Pray you were of a western tribe.

I would not be in this position.

And in the middle of the great race.

Shame upon you.

Shame upon you, father.

For allowing me

to ride horses when no one sees.

For taking me on gazelle hunts

when the men make pilgrimage.

You are all I have.

You are my treasure.

But when the eyes of the people

are on the great sheikh, I am lowly.

Let him go.

How dare you give orders

to a man in my tent?

Aziz! Remove a certain woman

to the tent of office.

No. It is not right.

Wait a minute. She...

Sir!

It is written, Mr. Hopkins.

If any of our chaste women

commit lewdness

with evidence against them,

so shall they be taken out

and stoned.

And it is then by law

that the father must...

drown his own daughter.

- It wasn't her fault.

- Silence, I said.

- Ahmed.

- All right.

However, we are still far

from the next cistern.

And water is precious.

So my decision is swift.

For her trespass,

my daughter will be flogged.

Seven stripes... at a time hence.

And you...

An impure unbeliever

in the tent of a man

who can trace his very blood

back to Adam.

You will be removed

of your infidel self.

Removed of my what?

Like a stallion

not worthy of breeding.

Come here, skinner.

We didn't do nothin', sir!

I feel compassion for you.

But I cannot let your fear

move me.

Speak honestly as a man.

Did you violate

my daughter's honor?

No, sir. I did not!

Can one believe a nonbeliever?

Only fools or gamblers walk

behind a strange mare, Sheikh!

You can believe that!

Is that a passage

from the Bible?

No, it's somethin' Wild Bill

said to me one night.

Wild Bill?

Out in Deadwood!

You refer to the man

known as Hickok?

The master

of the double six-gun?

Only one Wild Bill, sir.

Hickok was a true prince

of pistoleers, was he not?

He's pretty good

with a twist draw.

What did my daughter say

about your horse?

Well, she's a... lady with an eye

for horseflesh, sir.

If she was my son,

she would be in this race.

Alas, she is not.

She's a woman who has entered

the sleeping quarters

of an infidel.

Come, skinner.

You heard of the OK Corral?

Eh... You were not there.

Tell me about this... Wyatt Earp.

And the Doctor Holliday.

Raiders!

Free him.

Come on. Hurry up!

Hey! Get back here!

Tribal war games are

their national sport, Mary.

It's none of our affair.

Hey, partner!

How 'bout a hand?

Thank you kindly.

Go, Prince.

Al-Hattal. He is gone.

Jazira.

Hy!

I will free you.

You will run, like the prince.

Damn coward.

No wonder you don't wanna be

his fifth wife.

Hey!

Hey, deputy! Hey!

Jazira...

They've taken her.

They've taken her!

If I turn over Al-Hattal,

Katib will return my child.

And if you don't?

He's a bastard son of a jackal

who would have his gypsies

commit crimes upon her.

I cannot surrender what is

most sacred to my family.

You could never understand that,

so do not even try.

The Al Khamsa manuscripts.

My family's breeding book

is gone.

It is gone!

The Al Khamsa book

contains the breeding secrets

of the Muniqi strain

going back to Saba.

Let's bring your deputy in here.

I'll ask you once more,

Aziz, and only once.

Where did they take my daughter?

I know nothing.

I only took the book

to protect it from the raiders.

It is they

who stole it from me.

Stole it?

Or paid you,

my trusted brother?

It matters only to He.

Please, end my humiliation.

- What are you doing?

- That's the easy way out.

He ain't gettin' it.

Please.

Western justice, partner.

That's called

a Mexican tattoo, Deputy.

And that lasts a lot longer

than a sword.

For a man of such high rank,

you're kinda short, Aziz.

We can fix that.

No!

I know where they have taken her

until they receive the stallion.

I know you're not

a gambling man.

But bring my daughter back

by nightfall and you're forgiven.

Attempt to deceive me and run,

and you will not get beyond the

port of Jordan with your head.

Run.

Faster, traitor.

His Excellency is most reckless.

Sending a slave with no rurula

to do a man's job.

Know this, Aziz.

If any harm has befallen

the child,

I shall remove your head myself.

You know that my father

will never surrender Al-Hattal.

I will tell you something

about your father.

He is a failure at being a ruler.

He allows emotions to govern him.

I do not.

And he has become

Sheikh of Sheikhs.

Whilst you,

no more than a brigand.

I am the greatest horseman of the tribe.

I could defeat any rider in the great race,

if I was allowed to sit the back of Al-Hattal.

Why am I not?

Because the sacred is not for sale,

as are you.

If Al-Hattal is not turned out

onto the sands of the Hamad by midnight,

I send your head to my uncle,

wrapped in Baghdad silk.

I am warned.

You are promised.

Know that if we all die,

your soul will go straight

to the devil.

And your impure horse, too.

That's far enough, Aziz.

Kill her!

Jazira, run!

Jazira!

Jazira! Jazira!

Jaffa!

- Give 'im his head!

- I know what to do!

Let's keep movin', miss.

He pledged his life for me

when I was born worthless.

I'm sorry.

We gotta make that tent camp

by sundown.

Please.

I wish you to look at me.

Why do I feel that... you truly

see me... when others do not?

Well, my horse likes you.

Even a blind man could see

that you're beautiful.

We must ride.

We will stay off

the camel roads.

What does this mean?

Shunka Wakan.

Big dog.

There's no word in Sioux

for horse.

When the Indians saw the first one

the Spanish brought over,

they didn't know

what the hell it was.

When they saw... how it could run,

carry a man through battle,

become his friend for life,

well, they figured it had to be

a sacred animal.

Indeed.

Did your mother teach you

this wisdom?

I am sorry.

When this race is over,

I will pray five times a day.

Being an infidel, as you are,

you cannot be expected

to comprehend.

There are those

who are chosen to be winners

and those chosen to be losers.

Allah chooses thus,

and it is written.

You are summoned

to the tent of the lady.

Right now.

You know, Yusef,

I once had a three-legged colt.

Born that way.

Turned out to be one of the best

ropin' horses I ever had.

Your mare's runnin'

a good race, ma'am.

She is rather lovely,

isn't she?

Good legs on her.

Can you envision her offspring

from an Al-Hattal cross?

Aziz was not

a very admirable man.

But he was very adept

in researching bloodlines.

You have blood

from the red Indian race.

You hid it effectively

all your life.

I'm not sure

what you're gettin' at, ma'am.

There's no way for me to win

rights to the Muniqi bloodline

other than to win this race.

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