The Wild Bunch Page #10

PIKE:
All right. You and your brother take the next load, with the

machine gun.

Then Angel and Dutch. Freddy, you follow and get the pack horses.

(Seven hands try to fix the ammunition supply of the machine gun,

Spanish conversation, background folk music)

Comm. F. Mohr:
(from the background) It must be mounted on a

tripod.

(A woman wants to hold back Mohr telling Mapache what to do)

(Mapache talking angry in Spanish in the direction of the Germans)

Das ist falsch! (That is wrong)

2nd German:
Der ist ja verrueckt. (He is crazy)

Comm. F. Mohr:
Nein! Hoeren sie auf. (No! Stop it!)

(While three men hold the machine gun Mapache starts shooting

uncontrolled, everywhere bullets, soldiers, also the Germans

looking for cover or running away)

L. GORCH:
Crazy bastards. (He and his brother galloping away)

(Mapache falls to the ground. Women laughing, obviously drunken,

the only ones not seeking cover.)

(Mapache stands up, smiling, starts the gunfire again...)

Comm. F. Mohr:
Sie sind ja verrueckt! (You are crazy!)

(Also the three men supporting Mapache (including Herrera) look

for cover and Mapache shoots the last burst holding the gun alone)

34 Angel betrayed

(Mexican soldiers and Mapache opening boxes with guns, a box with

the scripture:
800 cartridges, talking in Spanish, children

watching the scene.)

Mapache:
(To Zamorra and Herrera, who are at the machine gun)

Put it on the tripod.

(Mapache drinking wine while Dutch and Angel arrive)

DUTCH:
We brought the last of it, General.

Mapache:
E bueno, muchas gracias (laughing)

(Zamorra approaches Dutch with the money, throws both bags to him,

looking angry)

DUTCH:
At the head of the arroyo, in the wagon.

(Mapache yells some command to Herrera)

You can keep the wagon, we keep the horses.

Mapache:
Muchas gracias (serious)

Zamorra:
How many cases did you take from the train?

DUTCH:
Sixteen cases of rifles. We lost one on the trail.

Mapache:
He stole it. (Pointing at Angel)

The mother of the girl he killed told me so.

(Angel tries to escape)

(Somebody yells in Spanish "Matelo")

Mapache:
(In Spanish) Don't kill him! I want him alive.

(Dutch just looking, soldiers bring Angels horse with a rope to a

fall. Mapache smiling. The soldiers bring Angel to Mapache.)

DUTCH:
I am wasting time here. Adios.

Mapache:
E Anchel?

DUTCH:
He is a thief. You take care of him.

Mapache:
(laughing) Bon viaghe, amigo, bon viaghe.

(Dutch riding away, all cackle, except some woman, the Germans and

Angel)

35 Your word

(The wild bunch standing in the mountain desert, on a high place,

Dutch on his horse, no movement)

L. GORCH:
Well, he had guts.

PIKE:
We're just lucky he didn't talk.

DUTCH:
He played his string right up to the end.

L. GORCH:
Her own mama turned him in, like some kind of Judas.

DUTCH:
Sykes says, we should go after him.

L. GORCH:
How the hell we do that? They got guns and 200 men.

PIKE:
No way. No way at all.

L. GORCH:
(Pointing down to the valley) Is that Sykes?

(Pike looks through his looking glas, sees Sykes with four package

horses. Sykes starts galloping, leaving the package horses, seeing

somehow Thornton and the bounty hunters, hidden between the bushes

on a hill. Some bounty hunters start shooting.)

L. GORCH:
Mapache!

PIKE:
(Seeing Thornton) Thornton.

(One of the bounty hunters hit Sykes at the leg.)

One of the bounty hunters: I got him.

PIKE:
They got Freddy. He looks hit pretty bad.

DUTCH:
Damn that Deke Thornton go to hell.

PIKE:
What would you do on his place. He gave his word.

DUTCH:
Gave his word to a railroad.

PIKE:
(yelling) It's his word!

DUTCH:
(yelling back) That ain't what counts! It's who you give it

to!

L. GORCH:
We can stay up here and kick hell out of them!

That's what we can do.

PIKE:
No, we're running short of water.

DUTCH:
Make a run for the border?

PIKE:
They'd follow us every step on the way. I know Thornton.

I'm tired of being hunted.

Let's go back to Agua Verde. Let the General take care of those

boys.

L. GORCH:
You're crazy. He would just as soon kill us as break

wind.

PIKE:
He's so tickled with those guns, he'll be celebrating a week

and happy to do us a favor.

Thornton won't follow us in there.

While they're picking over Freddy we'll find a back trail off this

mountain and head for town.

T. GORCH:
What about our gold?

PIKE:
We take one sack to pay our way. Bury the rest.

Together.

(Sykes stepping upside a hill between stones, the five bounty

hunters galloping through the sand in the valley. His leg full

with blood. One of the bounty hunters fall from the horse. They

see the horse of Sykes and stop there.)

Coffer:
Lots of blood, then it stops. No tracks.

Ten dollars says he's dead by now.

THORNTON:
Take us a day, to find him, if he is.

(The fallen bounty hunters arrives, somehow deranged.)

If not, he has a gun on us right now.

Let's find the others.

Fallen bounty hunter: Just leave him here? He's worth money.

THORNTON:
Ride out tomorrow, if you can stay on your horse, and

watch the buzzards.

They show you where he is.

Fallen bounty hunter: What if he ain't dead, Mr Thornton?

THORNTON:
That's your problem.

let's go.

(Sykes trying to treat his wound. A man with a machete behind him,

coming nearer. Long looks between them.)

36 Dragged in the dust

(The wild bunch entering the town of Agua Verde. Fireworks. The

permanent Mexican festival, music, drinking, women. Angel is

dragged behind the red car of Mapache through the dust.)

PIKE:
God, I hate to see that.

DUTCH:
No more than I do.

(Crowd laughing and cheering. Especially the children appear

extremly rude. The car of Mapache stops in front of the wild

bunch. Herrera leaves the car, obviously totally drunken. Mapache

drives. The officers have different uniforms than before, dark and

more ceremonial.)

Mapache:
Adio gringos. Welcome amigos! You come for your friend,

no?

PIKE:
I want to buy him back.

Mapache:
(In Spanish) Get him up. Quick.

(Herrera and Zamorra bring Angel)

I don't think he looks worth too much.

Herrera:
I don't think he's gonna live too long.

PIKE:
I give you half of my share for him.

Mapache:
I need no gold and I don't sell this one.

PIKE:
Why not? You had your fun with him.

Zamorra:
El General said, he was happy with the guns.

Why don't you go and get a drink?

Enjoy yourself. There are women everywhere.

Muchas bonitas.

Don't be foolish and change his mood.

Mapache:
(somehow angry) Vamonos! Vamonos!

DUTCH:
Son of a b*tch.

A Mexican:
(In Spanish) You want girls? Dica me...

PIKE:
Why not?

(Bounty hunters, on a desert mountain road)

T.C.:
There ain't nobody here!

Coffer:
There's wagon tracks and somebody was here!

T.C.:
They ain't here now!

THORNTON:
(Seeing soldiers on horses) Army patrol!

Coming this way.

Massacre

37 "Let's go." "Why not."

(Herrera pouring a bottle of wine over the leg of a girl, licking

it up. Woman squeals and laughs. The woman pours a glas of wine

over Herrera. The machine gun on the tripod on the table. Musicans

in the background, drunken boy sleeping in the foreground.)

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