The Professionals Page #2

Gold?

You got more gold in your teeth.

He says I've got more gold

in my teeth. How funny!

- It's very dangerous around here.

- Oh, that so?

Sure. Many bandits

hide in these mountains.

Very bad men.

They steal from anybody.

- Especially gringos.

- In that case, we'd better keep moving.

Go with God.

- That makes 10.

- That's right.

Shoot the horse. Shoot him!

- Bury them deep.

- Nine more of their horses are still left.

- You gonna shoot them too?

- We can't spare the food and water.

You can turn them loose.

- What's so funny?

- People.

We just killed 10 men.

Nobody bats an eye.

- When it comes to a stupid animal...

- But harmless.

Nothing's harmless in the desert,

unless it's dead.

Want to face another pack

of Raza's men?

- They'll head south, to camp.

- They'll head to the river, north.

Suppose they follow us? What then?

Then shoot them.

All right. Cut them loose.

God almighty.

I've known heat before, but this is...

I hate the desert.

It's got no pity.

Jake.

- Did he take his salt?

- I'll see that he gets some.

Let him sleep. You too.

How they taking it?

They'll be all right.

You'd better scout ahead tonight.

Now, beyond that ridge,

20 miles of salt flats.

Then 10 more of sand.

220 degrees south by southwest.

Our next layover, Coyote Pass.

The cemetery of nameless men.

We buried some fine friends there.

And some fine enemies.

That was a fine battle.

Outnumbered, outgunned,

and still we held that pass.

Yeah, but who cares now?

Or even remembers?

Now, take that ruckus this morning.

A year ago, those men would be

fighting federals instead of gringos.

- We were lucky.

- We were also stiffed.

They had us spotted back

where we picked up their trail.

- Why did they sucker us into this spot?

- You're leery about the setup too. So?

Amigo, three days' ride from

Coyote Pass is another graveyard.

But instead of dead heroes,

they buried gold bullion.

Two million in Spanish gold.

Melted down into beautiful bars.

Waiting for us.

We don't have to fight Raza to get it.

- It's not the reason you took this job.

- Got a better reason?

Our word. We gave our word

to bring the woman back.

My word to Grant

ain't worth a plugged nickel.

You gave your word to me.

Drink?

Thanks.

Yeah, takes getting used to.

Broiling by day. Freezing at night.

Alkali dust choking your body.

Who lives here long enough

to get used to it?

Men, tempered like steel,

a tough breed.

Men who've learned how to endure.

- Like you and Dolworth.

- Oh, no.

Men like Raza.

I wonder how long that's been there.

About an hour or so.

Dolworth put it there.

That means everything's all clear.

An upside-down cross means danger.

- Could've been put there by anybody.

- That's the idea.

Good morning, friend.

- Dolworth?

- Yeah.

- How many more?

- Three.

No guns.

- We that close to Raza?

- Could be.

At least I made out with a fine pistol.

We sure got lucky with this gringo, eh?

No wonder my mother kicked me

out of the house!

- A bottle.

- You'd even frighten the dead!

Don't get carried away.

The bottle.

Where are your friends, amigo?

Here have a drink.

These shoes will be mine if they fit.

- Hey, don't I know you?

- Well, from here you look like me.

- Why you come to this place?

- You'll laugh.

It is not proper to laugh at a man

who is about to die.

I came because I'm crazy

about your tequila.

And I like your women.

See? You laugh.

What a funny guy, huh?

I'm gonna ask again.

Where are your friends?

I told you. I always travel alone.

It is a sacrilege to die

with a lie in your teeth.

See?

Those horses and six more

come back to us.

But where are the men

who ride them?

I don't think you kill 10 men

by yourself, buddy.

Hold it!

Stop!

I wouldn't do that.

My friend would die of a terrible

headache. And so would you.

And so would you.

So wouldn't it be more sensible

if we both kept our heads, huh?

Put down your gun.

If I did that, how do I know

that you would still be friendly?

Do I gotta kill you

to prove I like you?

Your gun, mister.

That's why I like this fool,

because he's intelligent.

- Behave!

- Behave. Let it drop.

That's why I like this one,

because he's so intelligent.

Thattaboy.

Come on, buddy.

Let it go already.

He's a good man after all.

You have to get over this habit

of losing your pants.

- It's not dignified.

- It's draughty too.

- Don't worry. This time I'll do it.

- This time we need them.

You all right?

Makes you wonder

how we ever beat the Indians.

Thanks.

Interesting pass.

You should see it from upside down.

If we hightail it out of here in a hurry,

that doorway could save us hours.

It's the same shortcut for Raza.

Not if you rig it

so we slam that door in his face.

Yeah?

I'll take the first watch.

If it isn't hot, it's cold.

If it isn't cold, it's raining.

How bad is that horse?

- Not too good. No bottom.

- We could all do with a rest.

Yeah.

- A shave would be a relief.

- So would a bath.

Might as well throw in a woman.

Any size, any age, any colour.

Any woman.

Mr. D...

...whatever got a loving man like you

in the dynamite business?

I'll tell you. I was born

with a powerful passion to create.

I can't write, I can't paint,

I can't make up a song.

- So you explode things.

- That's how the world was born.

Biggest damn explosion ever.

Dynamite in the hands of a fool

means death.

In this case it could mean life. Ours.

If we're lucky...

...and get back to this rattrap,

it'll be touch-and-go.

All you gotta do is light this fuse.

You got 10 seconds to run like hell.

And then dynamite, not faith,

will move that mountain into this pass.

Peace, brother.

That track is the main line

to Mexico City.

According to this, Grant's railroad spur

branches off three miles up.

Beyond those hills... the hacienda.

Supply train.

- Government troops.

- Well, look here.

Raza.

Throw it!

Pull it!

- How are you, man?

- Good, chief. Thank you.

- Are they all Reds?

- Yes, Captain, they all are.

Well, you know what to do.

- Justice.

- Shut up!

The men on that train are Colorados.

Expert marksmen.

Also expert at torture.

Years ago, they burned and looted

a town of 3000 people.

When they finished, 40 were left.

Fardan's wife was one of the lucky 40.

"Why are you a revolutionary?"

They asked her.

"To rid the world of scum like you,"

she said.

They stripped her naked...

...ran her through the cactus

until her flesh was...

The other 39 rebels

watched her die...

...and did nothing.

Just watched.

What were Americans

doing in a Mexican revolution?

Maybe there's only one revolution,

since the beginning.

The good guys against the bad guys.

The question is:

Who are the good guys?

- Juanito, to the north and south, okay?

- Got it.

About 60 horses, four burros.

Two machine guns from the train.

Jake.

Keep those horses quiet.

Get some more from the other side.

Hurry.

You rode well today, honey.

Perfectly.

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