Hidalgo Page #5

You, on the other hand,

you have another way to win.

Only one way to win.

Your little mustang

has... proven hardy.

But... the chances of him...

crossing Iraq and Syria

before Al-Hattal and my mare

are slim... at best.

Your horse is weakening,

Mr. Hopkins, and you know it.

You've taken him so very far

from anything he's ever known.

All for the sake of money.

Are you willing to kill him...

for money?

The winner's purse is 100,000.

Pull out now, and

I'll compensate you 30% in silver

for turning in a serious effort.

I've never... taken money

for quittin' a race.

Well, then, Frank...

Just where are we, then?

Here. Alone.

In the last corner of Arabia.

Yeah.

But when you're in a desert,

the sight of green grass

and fresh water can be

mighty tempting.

Sometimes you're just

seein' things.

Indeed, Mr. Hopkins.

Good night, ma'am.

Frank.

- What of my offer?

- I'll sleep on it.

And all alone. Shame.

He does not like the milk

of the camel.

But it will keep his liver

from failure.

Appreciate it.

You have visited the tent

of the Christian lady.

I don't like the look

of them front hooves.

That quarter crack

is gettin' worse.

Another 400 miles

can put 'im lame.

You must not give up.

It might be just time...

to live with what we got.

You will prove them right.

That blood is more important

than will.

You will continue your life

hiding who God made you.

Like me.

Jazira.

You done me proud, partner.

Frank Hopkins.

I am compelled

to express gratitude.

Hidalgo! Hidaldo!

- Good luck, Mr. Hopkins.

- Thank you, ma'am.

If I don't see you in Damascus,

I hope you find the stock

you've been lookin' for.

Oh, I will.

You should have wagered on it.

The cowboy forgot his drink.

Do not react.

Remain calm.

And only I speak.

Atimi, no!

Call yourself a great Bedou raider

for killing a camel boy.

For not being able to hold on

to a little harem girl.

You will still pay me

my riyals.

But I will exact it from you.

And perhaps much more,

Lady English.

You will receive nothing

unless my horse reaches

that finishing stone first.

They're six days

across the Hammad.

You can intercept them

by using the camel road.

Force the American

into the Amal Samheem.

Capture Al-Hattal

and keep him secure.

But my horse wins this race.

He made you look quite the fool,

didn't he?

The cowboy.

He will beg me to cut

his throat when...

Do not harm him, Katib.

Kill his horse

and let 'im walk the desert.

There's much for him

to think over.

Hy!

Whatever feed was out ahead,

it ain't there no more.

"A gift from above."

"Not a plague."

Once you get past the legs,

it ain't too bad.

Here you go.

It goes down pretty smooth,

don't it?

Come on. Eat up.

We're back in business.

Let's see who's behind.

We are.

Jinni, no. Go away.

Do not assist me.

Just kill me, please.

Use your weapon.

No. It is Allah's will.

No.

Tell you what.

You can do whatever the hell you want

after I get you outta there.

No!

Jinni.

Jinni.

Jinni.

How you doin', partner?

Why you turn back for me?

Ain't no prize money worth

a man's life, the way I see it.

It is written that God

leads astray whom he wishes

and guides whom he wishes.

It was God's will

that I die in this race.

Just as it is his will

who shall win.

What about your will?

What about your horse's will?

Seems to me that's what

will get you across a finish line.

Only then is it written.

Jinni has returned

to carry me home. Please.

My sword.

Hidalgo!

Get Al-Hattal.

Faster. He is escaping.

Stop.

You heard the Christian woman.

We are not to kill him.

The rope!

Quickly!

Hurry!

Katib!

Look. The trap.

Stop. Release the hunters.

Come on. Get up.

Look out!

Jinni! Jinni!

You and your horse have made

enough trouble for me.

Nobody hurts my horse.

Whoa.

Settle down.

Trust me now.

Whoa.

Easy, son.

Don't do it, partner.

Don't you die on me now.

We're almost home.

We're almost home.

We had 'em, brother.

We had those boys.

You're all right.

My old man.

Remember that 500-mile

in Missouri?

We had three days in the lead.

Sittin' on that ranch

lookin' at nothin' but green.

That's it, partner.

If there's a heaven on Earth,

actually... well, we found it.

Well, I reckon if there's

a heaven on Earth,

there's gonna be a hell, too.

We just couldn't cross 'er.

Help me.

Blue Child.

Can you see it, cowboy?

It is the ocean.

It is only Al-Hattal now,

cowboy.

You were defeated

before this race began.

You will not defeat me.

I am born of a great tribe.

People of the horse.

So am I.

Okay.

Al-Hattal! Al-Hattal!

Camria, praise your stamina.

Cowboy! Cowboy!

Push her.

Let 'er buck!

Ah!

Cowboy! Cowboy!

Good race, partner.

It is a magnificent horse.

Likewise, Prince.

It looks better on you.

For many miles,

I did not understand

why Allah would wish this on me.

Now I understand his will.

Be a guest in my house

for as long as you desire.

Stay.

I've been too far from home,

for too long, sir.

I lost the race, Frank Hopkins.

But you won a friend.

It's a gift.

What about your ability

to tell the future?

If I had the ability

to foretell the future,

perhaps I would have bet

on a painted horse.

- Blessings be upon thee.

- You too, partner.

Is it true, then?

As in the Western stories?

The cowboy rides away

into the setting of the sun?

But not the same cowboy.

We won't forget you.

Goodbye.

Blue Child.

Assemble on the rim.

30 paces to a stand.

Make every shot count.

What's this bloke doin'?

Bringin' them in one at a time?

- Lieutenant McNulty?

- Who are you?

Hopkins. Frank Hopkins.

Hopkins?

You bring a dispatch?

Yes, sir.

Paid in full?!

Hold on!

Pull back to the left!

- How, Kola.

- How, Kola.

Is it true that the chief named Eagle Horn

has returned to the reservation?

He has taken the journey.

But he knew you won, Far Rider,

in the faraway sand.

Good.

Will you help me with something?

Whoa...

Easy.

Easy, brother.

Let 'er buck.

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