The Professionals Page #3

Beautiful.

- That Mrs. Grant?

- That is a soldier.

Lieutenant Si Si Chiquita.

Now, there's a woman worth a ransom.

She never says no.

Before you blow a gasket,

think you can blow the water tower?

- How do you want it?

- Like it was hit with a French 75.

Mrs. Grant could be there.

- Seems the only likely place.

- The trouble is, we gotta be dead sure.

When we make our move,

there won't be time for guessing.

Coming through the gate.

- Morning. How's the wife and kids?

- Very good, very good.

Wow, there's a lot of you here.

Anybody see any cows?

No.

It's a cinch that milk didn't

come from the breast of a tin can.

Our friend, the goat-keeper.

Good morning, sir.

- What is your name?

- Eduardo Padillia, at your service.

Do you recognise this?

Friends of Mr. Ortega.

That's right.

The milk that you brought

to the hacienda this morning...

Who was that for?

- Who drinks it?

- Many people.

Anybody special?

The lady. Senora Grant.

She live in that room? You're sure?

- You have seen her?

- I know her from when she was born.

Her mother was dry. She was raised

on the milk of my goats.

- Is she well?

- Very well, considering.

We have come to help her.

Blessed be the Lord.

May God repay you. May God...

Raza has to expect one of two things:

A messenger with a ransom...

...or an attack from the federales.

We've gotta make him think

we're the Mexican army.

- The four of us?

- A whole battalion.

Now, how do the federales

start an attack? Artillery.

This is our battery of field guns.

First you hit him here. French 75s.

Then here, here, here.

Carefully avoiding Mrs. Grant.

- When they run to defend the...

- We rescue Little Red Riding Hood.

We can't fight our way in.

Diversion is our only chance.

Well?

Rico, buddy, I got one of my feelings.

Something's dicey about this.

Let's pull out.

If you can deliver this dynamite

with split-second timing...

...we can pull this job off.

Mr. D?

I guess we just gotta get lucky.

Jacob, this stick of dynamite

weighs exactly four ounces.

If you taped that to an arrow,

how far could you shoot it?

And hit the mark.

I don't like it.

- We get it wrong?

- Relax.

The stuff you're handling is safe.

These beaded sticks are trickier.

It's the heat.

Makes them sweat. Nitro.

When they're dry and cool,

they're safe and obedient.

We'll leave these sweaty ones behind.

Ventilate them. Cool them.

Then maybe they'll behave.

I don't know whether it's me

or the dynamite...

...that's doing all that sweating.

Four men against so many.

How will you save the senora?

- I don't know yet.

- When will it happen?

- Tomorrow. Maybe the next day.

- Not before?

- There's much to prepare.

- Speak plainly, senor.

Am I your prisoner?

I want to help the senora.

But you make me feel unworthy.

Trouble!

Show us if you're worthy.

Go greet them.

And remember,

I speak your language.

They don't give good milk

if they're skinny.

What happened, old man?

Any news?

- Talk!

- Same as always. Very hot weather.

- Have you seen anyone around here?

- No.

A gringo maybe?

- Gringo?

- Yeah, a gringo.

Are you sure?

They killed and buried ten of our men.

They found the men

we buried in the canyon.

Am I worthy?

If I were you, Jacob, I wouldn't use

any of these for firewood.

Excuse me. I am ready to leave.

- Shall I tell the senora of your coming?

- No.

- She might behave differently.

- I understand.

By tomorrow, God willing,

the senora will be safe.

Until later, then.

So you let him go.

They expect him to bring the milk.

To hell with the milk.

- What must he do to prove himself?

- He proved nothing.

He knew if he said a wrong word,

he'd be shot.

What were we to do?

Watch him all night, and tomorrow?

When we go do the job, then what?

We take him with us? Tie him up?

Or were you planning killing him?

I wouldn't put that past you.

- I don't like it.

- All right.

We do the job tonight, as planned.

This fuse burns for 10 seconds.

Three seconds for flight of arrow?

- About.

- Once you light the fuse...

...you've got seven seconds to shoot.

- Clear.

Start shooting

as soon as the water tower blows.

These are your targets.

That's your position.

- I have 4:
17.

- 4:
20.

- 4:
24.

- Set them at 4:
30.

We should have an hour before dawn.

How much time do you need?

I'll be ready by 5:00. This fuse

will burn for half-hour exactly.

- Fireworks start at 5:30 sharp.

- Any questions?

- Machine gun over the lady's room?

- My job. Anything else?

Let's go to work.

Listen to me!

- Who are you looking for?

- Raza.

There are things that...

Captain.

What?

Carlos, I won't take long.

I know.

- How was it?

- Okay.

- Carlos?

- Yeah?

- Want some tequila?

- Oh, good. Thank you, friend.

Where are you all going?

I'm right here.

Good night.

- See the woman?

- Yes.

- Talk to her yet?

- No.

- How much time we got?

- About eight minutes.

- Listen to me!

- Go on.

- Go to hell!

- You go to hell!

I don't give a sh*t!

That Chiquita,

she can lick a whole regiment...

...but she can't dance a lick.

You. Go away!

Amigo, we've been had.

Let's get the hell out of here.

- No.

- No!

Do exactly as I said.

The Mrs.

Speak only what I told you.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Call them.

Rico. All clear.

By the way, I forgot to bring

your wooden cross...

...your upside-down cross.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

You're going to injure the Mrs.

- Cease fire!

- Cease fire!

They're afraid to hit the woman.

Your position is hopeless.

Put down your weapons.

Get up.

Come on, baby. Let's go.

Don't shoot.

Release the woman!

Release her!

Shoot.

Do as I say.

Shoot.

One shot from you, I'll kill her.

Get your men off that train.

Move!

Now!

Let's go! Outside.

Three against four. What happened?

- Feels like a busted rib.

- You're lucky.

The bullet went clean through.

Your hands are filthy.

What's it to you if he lives or dies?

If he lives, we'll have to slow down.

That'll give Raza

a chance to catch up.

She'll work to keep him alive,

all right.

Yes?

Just wondering.

What makes you worth

$100,000?

Go to hell.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm on my way.

Thanks.

How is he?

He will never reach the border.

None of you.

You have no chance. You never did.

We knew everything.

From the moment you set foot

in Mexico. Even before.

From the day

my husband sent for you.

Mr. Ortega.

He said he would

give his life for you.

For me, not my husband.

For Raza. For the revolution.

From the loyal Ortega to the devoted

goat-keeper, to the faithful wife...

...at the mercy of a brutal kidnapper.

That's one hell of a rigged parlay.

I was not kidnapped.

The old badger game.

Shakedown partners, bed partners.

Cosy.

Raza and I grew up together.

I am born there.

When it's the hacienda of my father,

when Raza is only a stable boy.

We are lovers long before

Mr. Joe Grant buys the place.

When my father lies dying, he says:

"Mr. Joe Grant wants you

for his wife."

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