The Professionals Page #4

"You will become Dona Grant,

a fine lady. That is my wish."

Here, a wish is a command.

But I'm very young and very foolish.

I tell Mr. Joe Grant

I cannot marry to him.

I love another man.

Very romantic, no?

Your husband sent you clothes.

I offer you a better bargain than I got.

Four lives. Yours, if you let me go.

You better change

before we start back.

It'll be a long ride

on your bare bottom.

Raza!

- How much time have we got?

- None.

Get her out. Get her out!

Mario!

Drink it.

See anything?

Sand.

They'll be along.

- How would they know which way?

- Raza will know.

You should have let me finish him.

Why didn't you kill him?

You let Raza live.

Why?

Shall I tell you?

You are simpatico. No man was more

loyal to the revolution than you.

I fought like any other man.

Loyalty such as yours, that comes

only from devotion to a cause.

That same fire burns in Raza. That is

why you could not see him murdered.

He is a thief, trying to steal

100,000 dollars.

You are a whore

cheating on your husband.

My husband stole millions

from this land, our land.

If we can keep the revolution alive,

with that money, for just a day...

...then I'll steal and cheat,

and whore...

...and anything else

that must be done.

You laugh. But you believed

in the revolution once.

What else inspired you

to fight for us?

Well, ma'am, I'll tell you.

I got inspired one day

in May, 1911, in El Paso.

It started suddenly. Shooting, yelling,

bombs going across the Rio Grande.

Everybody ran to see what

the ruckus was about. Me too.

From the top of freight cars

we saw across the river.

The Maderistas were taking Juarez.

The revolution had busted wide open.

It was beautiful.

The next thing I know I was

across the border shooting...

...with everybody and yelling,

"Viva Mexico."

A month later I was

blowing up trains for Villa.

Yes?

That's it.

Nothing more?

Not even money?

Promised, never paid.

But you stayed. You and this one.

And fought for six years,

the worst years.

It's not our war anymore, Mrs. Grant.

Him, I understand.

An adventurer without principles.

But you?

Change your clothes.

We're leaving.

Raza says you

and he were good friends.

- That's right.

- And yet, you would have killed him.

That's right.

For money.

That's right.

For as much money,

would you let me go?

- How long since you had a woman?

- Too long.

You want me?

My price is high.

Freedom.

I might say yes now

and later, no.

I trust you.

I trust you too.

You heard the man. We're leaving.

Finished.

Try a little salt, ma'am.

Make you feel better.

Ma'am...

Sorry about your horse, ma'am.

- You know something, Rico?

- Here.

That's a lot of woman there.

Beautiful. Classy. And guts.

Hard enough to kill you,

and soft enough to change you.

Reminds me of another Maria.

Yours.

Amigo, don't con me.

She's going back. If I have

to do it alone, she's going back.

That's what I wanted to hear you say.

What is on your mind besides

100-proof women, 90-proof whisky...

...and 14-carat gold?

Amigo...

...you just wrote my epitaph.

- How many men?

- Raza and six. Pushing hard.

Moving out.

To make the border,

we gotta be out in three hours.

We got an hour, maybe less.

You have lost.

Win or lose, here and now.

Bottleneck like this,

one of us might hold them off.

- One of us.

- If he plays it cool.

Hit and run. Stall and retreat.

Ehrengard needs help.

That's Jake's job.

The woman has to be watched.

That's your job.

- Buying the time we need is my job.

- Whoa, amigo. Slow down.

Let's keep this professional. Your job

is to make good our contract.

To deliver the goods. All the way.

That's your job.

I got 9000 bucks coming.

In hard cash, please.

Take my horse.

You'll need him if Raza gets past me.

Bill.

See you.

Jake.

How are you going to make it back?

Well, how were you?

No!

Come on! Go on!

Sons of b*tches.

Show your faces, bastards.

- Fierro!

- I got one of them.

Francisco!

Where are they?

Speak, man. Their positions!

Rico!

Fierro, is he finished?

Not yet, baby.

Baby.

Amigo.

So you are the one

they left to die, huh?

Where did the bullet bite you?

In the ass.

You?

Another two inches, mamacita.

Could you spare one more cigarro?

Why, sure.

Come and get it.

Hey, Fierro!

- You want tobacco?

- Smoking is bad for the health.

How do you come

to this dirty business?

The usual.

Money.

Everything is as usual.

I need guns and bullets, as usual.

The war goes badly, as usual.

Only you...

...you are not as usual.

Chiquita!

How's your love life?

Terrific.

You want some?

Don't you ever say no?

- Never.

- Anybody?

Everybody!

You know, of course,

one of us must die.

Maybe both of us.

To die for money is foolish.

To die for a woman is more foolish.

Any woman, even her.

How long you think to hold us here?

Oh, a couple of hours.

Then what happens

here won't matter.

She'll be Mrs. Joe Grant again.

But that will change nothing.

She is my woman.

Before. Now. Always.

Nothing is for always.

Except death.

Ask Fierro. Ask Francisco.

Ask those in the

cemetery of nameless men.

- They died for what they believed.

- The revolution?

When the shooting stops

and the dead buried...

...and the politicians take over, it all

adds up to one thing, a lost cause.

So...

You want perfection or nothing.

You're too romantic, compadre.

La Revolucion

is like a great love affair.

In the beginning, she is a goddess.

A holy cause. But every

love affair has a terrible enemy.

Time.

We see her as she is.

La Revolucion is not a goddess,

but a whore.

She was never pure,

never saintly, never perfect.

So we run away.

Find another lover, another cause.

Quick, sordid affairs.

Lust, but no love.

Passion, but no compassion.

Without love...

...without a cause, we are nothing.

We stay because we believe.

We leave because

we are disillusioned.

We come back because we are lost.

We die because we are committed.

You and I together.

I to the front.

- I will go first.

- Do as I say, woman!

A woman he will not shoot.

Jesus!

Hello, baby.

Long time since I hear "baby."

Hey, you ever find...

...that damn gold mine?

I am not lucky today.

But you're beautiful.

Querido, baby.

We had some fine times together.

Terrific.

Give us a kiss.

Mrs. Grant, let's go.

As long as we're

not pressed for time.

Well, in a few minutes she'll be home.

Be nice if Bill

was here for the payoff.

Be nice if he was here alive.

But stalling around won't make it so.

A cloud of dust. Could be Mr. Raza.

Could be most anything.

Even a whirling dervish.

That, gentlemen,

is the whirlingest dervish of them all.

- Never thought he'd get out alive.

- And that, gentlemen...

...calls for a celebration.

What's that supposed to mean?

Rico, buddy, this will come

as a shock to both of us.

- I'm a born sucker for love.

- That bullet knocked your brains out.

Or let some in.

What happened back there?

What changed your mind?

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