The Treasure of the Sierra Madre Page #10

There now. You're almost as good as new.

Now, to find that thief

and get our goods back.

[Speaking Spanish]

They're not only giving me a horse

but coming to protect me.

- You ain't going.

- Who says so?

You wouldn't be up to the hard riding.

- You aren't leaving me behind.

- Look at you.

You're weak as a kitten.

Don't worry, I'll look after our interests.

I'm going.

Well, I reckon you're going.

[Curtin speaking Spanish]

[Adventurous instrumental music]

[Panting]

Burro!

[Somber instrumental music]

[Groaning]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Panting]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

[Gold Hat speaking Spanish]

Have you got any cigarettes?

No, I haven't. I've got a little tobacco...

if that'll do.

GOLD HAT:
No paper to roll it in?

DOBBS:
Papers?

Yeah.

Here you are.

- Going to Durango?

- Yeah.

That's where I'm headed.

I've got to sell my burros.

I got to get some money.

I haven't got a red cent.

GOLD HAT:
Matches?

Money? We need money, too.

DOBBS:
Yeah? I could use

a good mule driver...

maybe two or three.

[Laughing]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Laughing]

GOLD HAT:
How much is the pay?

Two pesos.

Of course, I can't pay you in advance...

I got to wait till I get to town

so I can get the money.

[Exclaims in surprise]

Do I know you from someplace?

Maybe I know you.

No, I don't think so.

GOLD HAT:
Are you alone?

DOBBS:
No.

I'm not alone.

I got a couple of friends

coming along on horseback.

Yeah, they ought to be here any minute.

[Gold Hat speaking Spanish]

That's funny.

A man all by himself in bandit country

with a string of burros...

and his friends behind him on horseback.

[Pablo whistles]

[Speaking Spanish]

Your friends must be very far behind you.

Pablo cannot see any dust

even from their horses.

They'll be along any minute, I tell you.

I know who you are.

You're the guy in the hole.

The one who wouldn't give us the rifle.

I never laid eyes on you until now.

What you got in the bags?

GOLD HAT:
Seems to me like hides.

DOBBS:
Yeah.

That's what they are, hides.

Ought to bring in quite a lot of money.

Yeah.

Sure you don't want to come along

with me and help me with the burros?

[Panting]

DOBBS:
Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

[Burro brays]

Get away from my burro.

BANDIT:
We can sell those burros

for just as good a price as you'd get.

Get away from my burro.

You can't frighten even a sick louse

with that. You can only shoot one of us...

and he wouldn't mind too much.

The federales are after him anyway.

So what with your gun?

BANDIT:
We'll take that chance.

DOBBS:
Get back there.

[Tense instrumental music]

[Gun clicking]

[Bandits laughing]

[Dobbs grunting]

[Ominous instrumental music]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Bandits yelling in Spanish]

[Burros braying]

GOLD HAT:
Burros!

[Fast-paced instrumental music]

[Shouting in Spanish]

[Slow instrumental music]

[Cheerful instrumental music]

[Bandit speaking Spanish]

BANDIT:
Burros!

[Crowd murmuring]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Burros braying]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Crowd falls silent]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Crowd clamoring]

[Yelling in Spanish]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Lieutenant shouting orders in Spanish]

[Gold Hat speaking Spanish]

[Lieutenant orders in Spanish]

CURTIN:
Shooting.

HOWARD:
Volley. Execution, probably.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Trumpet playing solemn song]

[Speaking Spanish]

- Dobbs is dead.

- What?

- Bandits got him.

- Our goods. What about our goods?

[Speaking Spanish]

- What?

- He says our goods are safe in his office.

- It's not here, Howard.

- Keep your shirt on.

[Speaking Spanish]

What?

[Speaking Spanish]

He heard the bandits talking

while they were waiting to be shot.

They thought it was bags of sand

hidden among the hide...

to make it weigh more

when Dobbs went to sell them.

Where are they?

[Speaking Spanish]

They're in the ruins outside town.

Come on!

[Adventurous instrumental music]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Wind howling]

Looks like a norther.

[Howard speaking Spanish]

[Wind continues howling]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Yelling in Spanish]

[Man speaking Spanish]

[Howard laughing]

Laugh, Curtin, old boy,

it's a great joke played on us...

by the Lord, or fate, or nature,

whatever you prefer...

but whoever or whatever played it

certainly had a sense of humor!

The gold has gone back

to where we found it!

[Laughing hysterically]

[All laughing]

This is worth ten months

of suffering and labor, this joke is!

[All continue laughing]

[Both resume laughing hysterically]

Well, Howard, what next I wonder?

I'm all fixed as far as I'm concerned

as a medicine man.

I'll have three meals a day, five if I want...

roof over my head,

and a drink now and then to warm me up.

I will be worshipped, fed,

and treated like a high priest...

for telling people what they want to hear.

Good medicine men are born, not made.

Come and see me sometime, my boy.

Even you'll take off your hat

when you see how respected I am.

The day before yesterday,

they wanted to make me their legislature.

Their whole legislature!

I don't know what that means. I think

it's the highest honor they can bestow.

Yeah, I'm all fixed

for the rest of my natural life.

How about yourself?

What do you aim to do?

I haven't got any idea.

You're young. You've got plenty of time

to make three or four fortunes.

You know, the worst ain't so bad

when it finally happens.

Not half as bad as you figure it'll be

before it happens.

I'm no worse off than I was in Tampico.

All I'm out is $200

when you come right down to it.

Not very much compared

to what Dobbsie lost.

Any special place you're bent on going?

No, all places are the same to me.

You can keep my share of what the burros

and the hides'll bring...

if you use it to buy a ticket to Dallas.

See Cody's widow. Better than writing.

And besides, it's July and the fruit harvest.

[Cheerful instrumental music]

How about it?

It's a deal.

Well, let's get going.

[Solemn instrumental music]

- Goodbye, Curtin.

- Goodbye, Howard.

HOWARD:
Good luck.

CURTIN:
Same to you.

[Solemn instrumental music intensifies]

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

[Cheerful instrumental music]

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