Joe Kidd Page #4

I can't bless five of them...

and send them outside.

Well, Padre,

we'll see.

- He's dead.

- Yeah, I believe you.

Send up his gun and hat,

will ya?

Hey, Lamarr,

don't you fall asleep up there.

Why don't you go screw yourself?

That sweet boy's

fallen asleep,

or he's fallen

off the tower.

Oh, let him alone.

He's had a bad night.

Let's get five of 'em

out here. Come on.

I want Chama to see the facts of life

starin' him in the face.

Roy. Mingo.

You fellas get out

in the field.

Get against the rocks

where you can do some good!

There they are, Chama!

Are you gonna

come down now?

Chama, you've

got one minute!

That's not much of

a shot for you, is it, Mingo?

- It's where you hit 'em.

- I'll pick a spot.

First man, second button.

For six bits.

But you gotta hit the button.

For six bits, I'll hit

the second button on both men.

Jesus!

Mingo, shoot two of 'em,

right now.

- How're you doing?

- Don't touch it.

You would've let them

kill those people.

I'm going to tell

you something,

and you must listen

and try and understand.

If our people are killed

for what we are doing,

they will become names,

they will live forever.

Martyrs? I think we have

enough of them already.

Then why do you want me

to become one?

Listen!

We only win

if I stay alive.

If those men kill me now,

who will take my place?

Do you understand?

You'd let people die for you?

For themselves.

For what they believe.

They believe in you.

I am telling you how it is.

There is no other way!

I know another way.

Come with me,

back to Sinola.

Give yourself up,

take your chances in court.

Stay out of it.

You brought me into it...

when you stole my horses

and bob-wired my man.

And you killed one of ours.

So, you help her. Now we are even.

Go home while you can.

He is right.

We must give ourselves up.

Don't you see?

There is no other way.

I do not care

what you think.

I take you along

for cold nights...

and days when there

is nothing to do,

not to hear you talk.

Harlan!

You want Chama?

You'll find him

in the Sinola jail.

Let's mount up.

Just like that, huh?

Straight up or draped over

the saddle, either one.

What about my men?

I don't much care about them.

They can come along or stay,

whatever pleases them.

Listen to this Anglo

son-of-a-b*tch!

Luis, say it,

we throw him off the cliff.

No te metas en esto.

Bien, que ste

no es el lugar.

All right. This isn't the time.

We will settle this later.

Vamonos con l.

? Pero quin sabe

hasta donde?

The train stop here,

Mr. Harlan?

It'll stop, Eljay.

Hold your fire.

They're out of range.

No disparen.

Esta muy lejos.

Compadre.

There'll be eleven.

Hi.

Hey, little girl.

Oh. You don't let a person

get a chance to breathe.

I'll get you breathing

so you're never gonna stop.

- You miss me?

- 'Course I did.

- You stayed here in the room?

- I sure did.

Like hell you did.

Mr. Harlan, ma'am,

how was your huntin' trip?

- Mitchell, how you been?

- Just fine.

Someone's gonna bring

Luis Chama in tomorrow,

and I want you to

hand him over to me.

- What'd you say?

- I want you to hand him over to me.

- Mr. Harlan...

- Take a few days off and get drunk!

Tomorrow's Sunday.

Go to church and pray...

that I don't see you again

'til this is done!

Little girl, find some whiskey

and pour me a drink.

Good morning.

Let's open up.

- We're closed.

- You're open.

We're open.

All right, I say Chama

goes to jail, pleads his case.

What do you say?

Adios, compadres.

Que les vaya bien.

Not you, Ramon.

Ramon.

Lead off, huh?

I figured

we might be too close.

Come on in, Kidd.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Hey, Kidd.

Bring Chama over here.

Come on in, Kidd.

Mitchell!

Got a prisoner for ya.

Jesus, Joe!

Here. Give me some cover.

Start with the hotel.

Bob,

get out of here!

Good luck.

Well,

that settles that.

Anything

I can do for you, Joe?

Come on.

Joe, you shouldn't

have done that.

Next time, I'll knock

your damn head off.

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