Two Mules for Sister Sara Page #6

There's this town called San Francisco that's booming.

And if I get this stake,

I'm gonna open up the biggest gambling saloon in the whole area

with long, red mahogany bars and green felt tables

and we'll play roulette, dice, faro and all those wonderful games.

I realise that doesn't mean much to you but to me, that's living.

Some men have strange desires.

- Where the hell's your father? - Seòor, he is sick. Enfermo.

It's important I see him. Where is he?

Since three days now, he cannot talk.

All this side, no move.

- Does he understand when you speak? - Si, seòor.

Does he understand English?

Not so good like me but... my mother, she with him.

Un momento. Madre!

He no can speak.

- May we see him? - Bien, hermana.

Please to come.

Francisco.

Can you understand me, seòor?

That means yes.

I need a bottle of French champagne, year .

I must see Colonel Beltran at once.

Can you take me to where his camp is?

What about your son? Can he take me there?

Does anybody in this town know where the camp is?

Don Ezekiel, el hacendado.

?Horacio, el velero?

She says the candle-maker knows.

In Mexico when somebody is killed on the road, we put crosses.

So these crosses not make anybody think anything.

Now, we go that way.

- How far, Horacio? - Not far.

(Man ) Put away your gun, gringo.

Name's Hogan. Beltran's expecting me.

(Man ) You mean Colonel Beltran.

Colonel, general, what difference does it make? Take me to him.

Siganme.

(Dogs barking)

(Baby crying)

I have been waiting for you, Hogan. What happened to you?

I stopped a Yaquis arrow.

- So you never got to Chihuahua? - Nope.

Sister Sara here saved me a good part of the trip.

Sister? How?

- Is the deal still on? - I keep to my word. And you?

Good. You get me a bottle of tequila

and I'll lay you out a plan as smooth as a baby's behind.

You tell me the plan, I will tell you how smooth it is.

(Beltran ) The roof of the garrison is lower than the roof of the church

and on the th of July you have promised us, Sister,

all the Frenchmen will be drunk.

Not bad, Hogan. Not bad. Thank you, Sister.

Yeah, we make quite a team.

If we pull this off, we might go in the garrison business again, right?

If we follow what you did to the train by capturing the garrison,

- all of my people will take heart. - How many men do you have?

but there'll be more by the time we reach Chihuahua.

- How many more? - to .

- I thought you were an army colonel. - I am.

Any army I ever heard about, a colonel commands a full regiment.

Not after all the fighting we've been through.

When you got me into this, you said you had no artillery.

- What about dynamite? You have any? - None.

Less than a hundred rifles, a few machetes and not much more.

Even drunk, the French'll blow your heads off.

You don't know my men. Each one tough, courageous, a Mexican patriot.

Isn't that sweet? But I happen to be a Hogan patriot

and I'd like to have some dynamite.

You show me the tree it's growing on, I'll have my men pick it.

Probably plenty for sale across the border in Texas.

Yeah, but that takes money.

Even the food you ate and that bottle were donated to us.

Bien. We leave for Chihuahua tomorrow.

You can come with us and fight under my orders, my way,

or go back to that Texas bar that I found you in.

I'm in on this deal and no son of a b*tch is taking me out of it.

If any other bastard spoke to me like that, he would be dead.

But since you have helped Mexico,

I am giving you a chance to get on your horse and leave this camp alive.

- Now get out of here fast. - I ain't leavin' here.

Colonel, please. This ring, it's gold. It'll buy dynamite.

Perhaps your people have other things that could be sold.

If someone shows me back to Santa Maria, I'll go begging for help.

Dynamite would save the lives of some of my men.

I told you I was staying in this deal, Colonel,

cos you know nobody in Texas is gonna sell a load of dynamite to a Mexican.

I am asking you, buy dynamite for us.

I'd love to.

Oh, Sister. You better sew this back on.

You don't want to have those people see you going around half-dressed.

This is better than killing each other, no?

I only figured there was gonna be one funeral - Catholic.

Oh? I didn't know that you were Catholic.

(Horse approaches, whinnies )

- ?Como le fue, hermana? - Muy bien. Magnifico.

Hogan.

Easy, Hogan. There are no Yaquis arrows here, just a nun.

- How did you do? - I'm not sure.

You must know if you've got something worthwhile.

I just don't know how much it'll bring in Texas.

You don't?

This will buy enough dynamite to give my horse a rupture.

You did real well for me, Sister.

Uh...for the cause.

Maybe this will buy you a bottle of medicine to keep your arm well-oiled.

- Can you give this? - I want to.

I like you better as a Juarista than as a nun, little Sister.

Well, I'll just see you in Chihuahua.

Right. If we take the fort, we'll owe ourselves a celebration.

I might even put a little whiskey in your lemonade.

- I'd like to talk to you... - Your horses are here.

My packhorse has some handguns and some Winchesters.

- You'll know what to do with them. - Gracias.

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