Weeping for a Bandit Page #3

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I want to go with you to the

mountains, or wherever you may go.

C'mon, give me the sash.

I won't be a hassle.

A married woman must

be with her husband.

Mara, during the last few days

I have thought of everything.

I must do many things

that came to my mind.

You will go with your aunt Rosario

to a village where you can be safe.

And I will go and visit whenever I can.

Niceto!

What do you want?

I am a friend of Paco Morales. He told me

that you and I could reach an understanding.

About what?

Whenever a stagecoach comes,

you will send a man to us.

If the stagecoach is escorted,

the man will wear a hat.

Otherwise, he won't wear

anything on his head.

He will go towards the

Mountain of the Jaras.

He will stay for exactly two hours

at the bottom of the mountain.

My men will guard the

roads day and night.

I want every stagecoach paying its

toll for passing through my land.

Within two weeks my men will charge

every carriage what we have agreed.

That's all, gentlemen. Let the

Royal Stagecoach Company and...

everyone else know about this.

And sorry for making you wake

up so early. You may all go now.

Ah, one more thing! You tell the Authorities

that Jos Mara dislikes killing anyone.

- Did you understand?

- Yes, Sir.

- And you?

- Yes, Sir.

OK, go back home.

Stagecoaches and Mail Coaches

will pay for going through my land.

The mills and the cortijos will also pay

for our protection.

All the police force of

Andalusia will come after you.

That's why I am talking with you.

If you do the same thing I do, but far

away, the police forces will have to split.

You probably have thought which

region is the most convenient for you.

Look, Lero, I am thankful to

you. You have been good to me.

If you accept, we will control all

this land without risking anything.

And the profit will be larger.

We will control the whole Andalusia.

I am tired, Jos Mara. I'm

not saying you are not right

but I just want to live in peace.

I just want to retire and

buy a cortijo near Granada.

This is not for me.

I can do it on my own. My offer

is because I know I can trust you.

Think about it.

I've already thought about it.

I won't change my ways.

Sorry for not reaching

an agreement with you.

Well, we have nothing

more to talk about.

I'm leaving.

Think about it, man. Think about it.

Discuss it with your

men. It's better for them.

Look... leave to me the provinces

of Cordoba, Malaga and Seville.

And I'll have the rest of Andalusia.

Poor villages, beggars' roads,... No.

I'm OK the way I am.

- Let's leave all this.

- OK.

We'll leave it.

I cannot accept.

But Lero, what do you want?

The whole province of Malaga, 1/4 of what

you collect from the Royal Stagecoach Company

and the right to protect the

cortijos and mills north of Seville.

- Whoa!

- May I see your papers?

- Sorry, Father, but it's my duty...

- You are just doing your job...

- And, may I ask why

all these precautions?

A Liberal has escaped from the chain

gang. Looks like he is a dangerous man.

Hmmm... you will no doubt find him.

It's not easy to outwit the law.

Be with God, my son.

Father, what do you want?

I have prayed daily for your return.

Since you don't come here often, you are

not up to date of what's going on.

And I don't intend to tell you.

Mara...

You come from the mountains

like... you came from a prayer.

It's up to you...

Let's see... what were

you going to tell me?

Holiest Mother of God!

Mara! What are you doing?

Don't you recognize me, Rosario?

May all Saints deny you bread and peace,

for you are desecrating God's name.

What a shame, Holiest

Virgin. What a shame.

I'm going to have a baby, Jos Mara.

If things keep going well, I'll

leave the mountains very soon.

I'll buy a good cortijo and we'll

both enjoy life with our new child.

My son will not be a starving peasant.

You cannot imagine how

lonely I feel at night.

Call it a quit now, Jos Mara.

Leave it. It's not good to wish

for more than what you have.

I want to live with you.

I want to be at your side, like now.

You will have to wait until

I finish my new venture.

Only animals live like you and I do!

Husband and wife must sleep in

the same bed!... Did you hear me?

You are married to Jos

Mara 'El Tempranillo'.

Take care of yourself, Mara.

Death is my travel mate...

Death is my travel mate...

Giddy up!

Death is my travel mate... Giddy up!

Who are you?

Speak!

My name is Pedro Snchez.

I am a fugitive of a chain gang.

I will face a firing

squad if they catch me.

Me too, son.

Come here.

Sit in the back.

All the stagecoaches

have paid this month.

If things keep going so well, King Fernando

will increase the bounty on your head.

Hey, you Englishman! How much

longer to finish that painting?

Show a more proud appearance.

Eeh! More proud!

This one only paints portraits

of very important people.

But remember he hasn't

made one of the King, yet.

Antonio, you can start

distributing the loot!

You, give me some watermelon!

Hey!

Hey, you! Go get your pay!

Let's get our pay!

- Come.

- Hey, Cal, it's payday!

The mail coaches have requested a special

price to go through Despeaperros.

They say it's a public service and...

Write this down, Pedro!

I, Jos Mara 'El Tempranillo'

have decided that...

mail wagons are to pay the

same as the stagecoaches.

Write it, then you can sign it as well.

- Satos...

- Yes...

- Campos.

- I'm on my way.

- Baena. - Here

I am. - 100.

Juan Pedro... 200.

- Romero. -

Yes. - 200.

Let's see if you like this.

I, Jos Mara 'El Tempranillo',

am informing King Fernando VII

that both official stagecoaches and

all carriages engaged in public service

will pay the already agreed toll

whenever they pass through Despeaperros.

The King is hereby warned that,

should he reject these conditions,

he will be facing frequent

disruptions in the aforesaid services.

Good.

We haven't done anything wrong.

What do you want from us?

You have no right to

abuse two poor women!

- Tell that old woman to shut up!

- Just obey and shut up, old woman!

What do you want?

Mara Jernima Frances?

Let's go!

- You have no right...!

- Keep going!

- Hey, you, keep going!

- You have no right...

Stop there!

Was that necessary?

Bring the woman here.

Give that to me..!

That piece of baggage too!

We'll now see what's in here.

Are you Mara Natalia

Figueroa, Marquese of Los Cerros?

I have a message for you.

What happened?

He says do not despair,

he will free you soon.

If you can, tell him I am well.

Tell him not to take any

risks. It's not worth it.

The Gypsy will be my deputy.

He will live in my same

house, and so will they.

They will be with you

when you give birth.

Juana is the best midwife in this area.

I will come whenever I can. I am

assuring you that nothing will happen now.

You are now in the mountains.

It's OK, Mara.

It's OK.

Everything will be alright.

I'll be by your side.

The moment I hear the

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