The Revengers Page #2

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A little, seor.

l'd like to see your commandant.

I want to hire some

men to work in my mine.

I am the Commandant's interpreter.

My name's Benedict.

I want to see the Commandant.

You wish to buy slaves to

work for you, is correct?

No,

l'd like to hire some men to do a job.

What this job?

I have a mine. I can use six men.

But just one thing. I pick the men...

because l'm going to be

working alongside of them.

My name is Rogelio Hernandez.

But in this Garden of Eden,

I am known as Cholo.

Well, Mr. Cholo, let's get going.

We will see the Comandante. Vamos.

The Comandante is a kind

and sympathetic person.

He shows us nothing but kindness...

and respect.

We would die for him.

Wait.

In fact, we do. Three and four a day.

This warden is so corrupt, that

should the authorities know of him...

he would wear more chains

than all of us together.

In the name of the

justice of my country...

one day, he will stand

against the wall and be shot.

Well, I wish Godspeed to

the justice of your country.

Tequila, seor?

- No, gracias.

Now he will discuss

the price with you.

He's going to rob you, seor.

I am instructed to

tell you by this...

son of a drunken whore,

to tell you that it will cost you...

12 pesos a week for each labourer.

And 20 for the guards.

And in addition,

you have to pay this sh*t...

$100 for his cooperation.

l'll pay him if I can

find the men I want.

Seor, l'm trying to tell you the

usual price is 6 pesos per man...

and 10 for the guards,

and this drunken weasel...

will shine your boots

with his tongue for $10.

Just tell him l'll pay what he

wants if I can find what I want.

It's a deal.

Who is he?

His name is Job.

He was a slave in your country.

He escaped and he came into Mexico,

but people tried to trap him...

and return him for the reward.

He became the killer of

those who tried to trap him.

He was put in here,

and here he will die.

Mark him.

But, seor,

he's not going to work for you.

Mark him!

His name is Quiberon. He is French.

A deserter from the army of

Maximilian and a bandido.

Every day he tries to climb

the wall of this prison.

It is impossible.

Yet he tries.

Quiberon?

Do you think you will

make it to the top?

Crap on you, Cholo!

One day l'll make it.

l'll take him.

He is kept on the chain because

his is an animal and he fights.

He fights anyone.

Yet when he works in the

mines he's peaceful...

and he works like a beast.

His name is Zweig.

He is alemn. German.

Excuse me.

Mister...

you look like a fellow countryman.

You sure do.

If you're making up a labour gang,

l'd be mighty beholden to get on it.

Why, l'd work my hard old

ass clean down to the bone...

if I could just get out

of this hole for a time.

Seor Benedict. You ask anybody...

old Bill Hoop is a true master when

it comes to the pick and shovel.

Hot dang, I tell you...

a gopher can't hold a candle

to me when it comes to digging.

What are you here for?

Why, they claim that I was rustling

cattle up around Paso del Norte way...

and they had to blame somebody...

and I swear,

I never even been arrested before.

I swear it.

l'm just a true-blue,

honest American.

You wouldn't let a

fellow American die...

in a place like this,

now, would you, sir?

Excuse me, seor. Please.

In the two months he has been here,

we all know him.

Me? You goddamn greaser!

He is a bandido, a rapist,

a murderer, a thief!

l'm going to get you for this.

l'll unravel your guts

out like a ball of yarn.

Pueblo Plata.

What?

- Have you been to Pueblo Plata?

Maybe.

Well, 'maybe'

doesn't buy your way out of here.

Pueblo Plata?

I think I can find it.

l'll take this man.

- I knowed it.

l've knowed you was the kind of

American that would stand up...

for the Stars and Stripes no

matter where us Americans is.

I salute you.

l'll also take the German. No, seor.

You said he was strong and he worked

hard. Now, I need two more men.

What about you, Cholo?

No, I wouldn't be any good as a pen.

l'm a scholar, a philosopher...

and a man filled with integrity.

I can tell you what he's filled with,

and it ain't that!

You want to get out of here? Well...

I think I work for you, seor.

- All right, one more man.

Wait.

Come on, which one is it?

Against the wall. Against the wall?

He's called El Chamaco. The Kid.

He's a paid assassin.

He killed his first man

when he was 14 years old.

How many since then? Quin sabe?

This hombre is getting

men for his mine.

You won't have to wear

chains on your legs.

S, a good mine, Chamaco.

You come with us,

and I think you won't regret it.

l'll take the lead, you follow me.

S, seor.

- Everyone on the wagon.

They can't make me work for nobody.

I told them I wouldn't work.

You better shut up or he's going

to blow your black head off!

Chamaco, you see that greased holster

that Mr. Benedict hangs that.45 in?

l'll bet you that Mr.

Benedict can sling that.45...

faster than a whore's ass on payday.

My teeth ache clean down to my ass.

I wonder when Mr. Benedict's

going to stop this wagon.

Look at him...

eating hot beans with

them damned greasers...

and me, his fellow American...

trying to get some juice out

of this dried jackrabbit.

Cholo.

Tell them to put their

guns down on the ground.

There's a length of rope here,

tie them up.

Just Cholo.

The rest of you stay where you are.

Go on, get back.

Not too tight.

So they can get loose after a while.

l'm going to Pueblo Plata

to kill a man named Tarp.

He's got a bunch of renegade Indians

and probably some Comancheros.

I'd do it myself,

but the odds are a little steep.

We can cross the Rio Grande and

be into the States by morning.

I'll buy you clothes,

guns, and horses.

We'll cross back into Mexico

about 100 miles to the west.

I can't make you go with me...

but l'll take your word that you will.

- Hey.

There is no banks to be robbed?

No gold to be stolen?

Is that all you want with us?

To help you kill a man?

Now, what the hell do

you care what he wants?

You come to the right man,

Mr. Benedict, yes, sir.

You can count on old William P. Hoop.

Yes, sir.

Then I have your word, Mr. Hoop?

I hope to shake a rag you got my word,

Mr. Benedict.

Why, I wouldn't let no

fellow American down.

l'll take your word, Mr. Hoop.

Mr. Zweig?

Can I have your word?

- Sure.

I give you my word.

This is a joke, I think.

No joke to me, Mr. Quiberon.

Well, if you think my

word is worth something...

yes, I give you my word.

It's worth what you make it worth.

What about you, Job?

You won't take my chains off.

Won't nobody take my chains off.

What if I do?

l'll have to think

about that some more.

Cholo?

You can trust me as much as

you can trust these, seor.

Now what the hell

kind of word is that?

I trust him.

Then I am your man.

Chamaco?

Why you want to kill this man?

My family was massacred by

this man and his Comanches.

You got my word.

Cholo, get this gear together.

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