The Wild Bunch Page #9

PIKE:
Angel.

Get that case of esplosives off hte back there.

Lyle!

Hand me down those blasting caps.

L. GORCH:
What're you gonna do with the dynamite?

PIKE:
I figure that General will try to take this load without

paying for it and shoot us in the bargain.

The only thing to change his mind is if something happened to

these guns.

I'm gonna make sure something could happen.

T. GORCH:
Hey Pike, take a look at this. (showing a machine gun)

L. GORCH:
Can you handle that?

PIKE:
What I don't know, I sure as hell am going to learn.

(The wagon moving through rocky desert. Angel and Tector do reckon

jobs, Lyle stands at the machine gun, Sykes handles the wagon.)

30 Angel's friends

(Evening. Pike from behind, then you see a Mexican appearing with

a machete. Suddenly they are everywhere.)

ANGEL:
My people are here for their guns.

PIKE:

(to Tector) Where the hell you were supposed to be guarding us.

T. GORCH:
I never heard them, didn't even see them.

(Angel and his friends speaking in Spanish)

ANGEL:
They apologize and ask you to forgive them for their lack

of trust. But only by caution do they remain alive.

PIKE:

Tell them not to break that fuse.

(Angel and his friends speaking in Spanish)

These people from your village?

ANGEL:

They are part of the village, but not from it.

They are puro Indio and these mountains belong to them.

("Anchel, grazias" "we meet again soon." "Adios")

DUTCH:
I'd say those fellows know how to handle themselves.

SYKES:

They fought Apaches for 1000 years.

That's a sure way to learn.

PIKE:
If they ever get armed, with good leaders, this whole

country will go up in smoke.

SYKES:
That it will, son, that it will.

L. GORCH:

They made damn fools out of us, Mr Bishop.

A man can't sleep with both eyes closed for fear of getting his

throat cut.

(to Tector) Where the hell where you?

T. GORCH:

You listen to me. If you got up and helped once in a while, I

wouldn't have got caught so easy.

(All cackle)

(Mapache. Church bell ring in a distance. A well. People are

washing blood into the well.)

Zamorra:
With the new guns and ammunition, this couldn't have

happened.

(Mapache with a cigar, in the background the german officers.)

31 Trust between partners

(The wagon moves at dawn through high plains, view from the

ground, the wagon disappears into the rising sun ...)

L. GORCH:
Swings your leaders wide, old man!

Bring them on.

(The wagon enters a valley, surrounded by rocks, about 30 meters.)

SYKES:
Come on, horse!

(Sykes continues hollering commands)

PIKE:
Hold up!

SYKES:
Whoa there!

DUTCH:
Mapache's?

PIKE:
Let's hope they don't belong to Villa.

(Everywhere Mexican soldiers emerge out of their hiding places, a

group of riders, lead by Herrera approach the wild bunch.)

Herrera:
We are friends. (Broad Mexican accent)

We are from el General Mapache.

PIKE:
Tell the one in front to come here. Alone.

(Dutch translates this into Spanish)

Herrera:

I am coming. I am your friend, remember?

We are friends. All of us.

I bring you love and affection from el General.

Eh. You bring the guns with you. Bravo! Bravo!

What bravery you have done! (Drying the sweat from his head)

I am to escort you to the General.

PIKE:
Tell him to come closer.

(Dutch starts speaking, but...)

Herrera:
I hear. I am coming, my friend.

PIKE:

You know, what this is. (Showing Herrera the fuse)

(Herrera recognizes the dynamite)

Any trouble, no guns for the General.

Herrera:

(cackles) Very smart!

That's very smart for you damn gringos.

So nobody can rob the guns.

PIKE:
Nobody.

Herrera:

I am not afraid.

They are not afraid.

You blow up the wagon, you die.

Or we kill you pretty soon.

But we are amigos.

DUTCH:
Show them boys. (The Gorch brothers uncover the machine

gun)

(A soldiers shoots from down the rocks at the wagon. Herrera yells

commands in Spanish. Pike lits the fuse)

L. GORCH:
Start the ball, Tector.

Herrera:
Please, cut the fuse.

Please.

(Pike cuts the fuse)

Chi en fue?

Chi en fue?

Matelo!

(A few soldiers shoot the soldier, who previously have fired)

El General waits in Agua Verde to meet with you.

PIKE:
Tell the General one of us will be there to trade tomorrow.

Any trouble, no guns.

Herrera:
(Herrera cackles)

(Yelling:
) Muchachos! Vamonos!

(To himself:
) Damned gringos.

(Riders retreating over the high plains above the canyon. Thornton

watches the whole Scene from a distance.)

PIKE:
Get them up there, get them over.

(Whip cracks, horses neigh. The wagon leaves the canyon, the way

leads to high plain.)

(Pike rides into the town of Agua Verde. Sun. Soldiers with guns

ready. The Spanish and the German officers in the patio of a

house, above the scene)

Mapache:
Gringo! Do you bring the guns?

PIKE:

Don't worry, we've got them.

Hidden.

When I get my share of the gold, twenty five hundret Dollars worth

I'll tell you where four cases are.

The others are waiting for me back at the wagon.

If I don't show up pretty quick, they'll blow it.

Mapache:
You fix it goddamn good, no? You fooled me.

Zammora:
Our accountant will pay you immediatly.

Mapache:
When do we get our guns?

PIKE:
The quicker I get back the quicker you get the next load.

(Herrera brings the bag with gold)

Open it up.

(Zamorra and Mapache talk in Spanish)

Up the arroyo about two miles you find three cases of rifles and

one of ammunition hidden in the bush behind it.

Herrera:
(Yells some commands in Spanish) A cavallo!

Comm. F. Mohr:
I understand you have a machine gun.

PIKE:
Our contract called for 16 cases of rifles and ammunition

for 10000 Dollars. Not a machine gun. That's our present to the

General.

Mapache:
Muchas gracias, gringo. Gringo, you fight with Mapache

there (continues in Spanish) will be much money and women.

PIKE:
I think about it.

Zamorra:
Por favor. In case we don't find them.

Mapache:
Go. I trust him. Adio, gringo.

(Zamorra and Mapache talk in Spanish and cackle, Pike riding

away.)

32 Getting Sykes riled

(Sykes goes shitting, not far from the wagon)

L. GORCH:
Why the hell don't you stir up some grub?

SYKES:
Why the hell don't you go to hell.

(Tector lits the fuses of a package of dynamite and throws it

behind Sykes. Angel and Dutch watch a little frightend.)

SYKES:
Damned. Damn it. (Removes the fuse)

Damn it. Pike must've found you under a rock.

(Sykes approaches, holding his open trousers.)

T. GORCH:
You gonna whip me?

SYKES:
Nope. But you better hope I don't get riled enough to dog

you when this is over.

T. GORCH. You are not going to get a chance to dry gulch me, old

man.

SYKES:
We'll see. Se'll see.

Selling the guns

33 Machine gun hayhem

(Hooves clomping, Lyle approaches)

L. GORCH:
Pike's coming.

T. GORCH:
He's got it. Carrying gold.

DUTCH:
Any trouble?

PIKE:
Just from carrying this weight.

(Pike throws the two bags with the gold to Dutch and Tector)

T. GORCH:
Pike, I want to go next.

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