A Bullet for Sandoval (Los desesperados)

Come on.

- And here, according to our most recent intelligence,

the Yankees have placed two regiments of riflemen,

and two batteries of light artillery

are due to reinforce them soon.

Yes gentlemen, the situation is serious for us.

But then, if it's any consolation,

there hasn't been a moment during this war

when it wasn't serious.

Right, only now we have our backs

on the Mexican line, sir.

Captain Parker.

Don't you realize that's a great advantage?

It's a challenge to be surrounded.

Don't you agree, gentlemen?

General, Corporal John Juan has brought

the information which you requested.

- And we also saw several batteries of Vandenbergs.

You know what that means, sir.

And what does that mean, Corporal?

Well, they say they're murder

when the artillery know how to use.

We can only hope, then, that the Yankees

don't know how to use them.

Did you say something, Corporal?

General, I thought...

It's a pity that we haven't got them.

- Well, we shall just have to go and take them, that's all.

Count on me, sir.

I always count on everybody.

Thank you, Corporal.

You may go.

Well, Corporal's told ya.

They outnumber us, better equipped,

and and they're fresh troops who wanna

finish us once and for all.

There's only one course of action.

One thing left for us to do.

Strike first.

We attack at dawn.

Post number four, all's well.

Post number five, all is well.

John.

Do you believe in luck?

Sure, Yankee luck.

I almost forgot, you got a visitor.

He's waiting for you over there.

For me?

Yeah, he's Don Pedro's young son.

What are you doing here, Francisco?

Don't tell me you're trying to enlist.

- I'm not interested in quarrels among gringos.

What's the matter, then?

I'd kill you right now if my sister

hadn't been in trouble.

Rosa made me promise to come bring you home.

Why are you talking like this?

What's happened to Rosa?

Don't be a fool, Warner.

The little one.

Your son.

Son.

My son.

The next thing is the wedding.

But that's what I always wanted.

I'll ask for a leave as soon as possible.

It's not that simple.

You gotta marry her by tomorrow.

They told me something was the matter.

But I can't leave the camp.

Rosa may be dying, you understand that?

It's her last chance.

Let's go.

I'm surprised you could do this to Rosa.

You always had my support when you wanted

to face my father and my brothers.

Always.

They were right.

You're not as I thought.

Who was right?

If they would only have let us get married before.

Do they know you're here?

In my house, nobody mentioned you to me.

But the priest knows I talked to Rosa.

Lie down.

The guide culprits coming, I think.

Then shut your mouth.

Just listen.

A true Santaville brat.

So long, Sam.

You leavin'?

For Los Sadros.

Hey look, you better stay here.

- It's my business, don't tell me what to do.

You want to be a deserter?

Now he has to fight a personal battle.

You'll get hanged, John.

You want a court martial?

They're sure to find you.

- They're not gonna miss one deserter more.

The battle's just started.

I should have been back there.

If you were so important they wouldn't

have begun without you.

Sergeant, look at those two.

One's a soldier.

I'm not blind.

Halt.

What do we do?

Keep on going, they saw us.

Come here, you.

Sergeant, what's going on?

What do you mean what's going on?

Aren't you Corporal Warner from the seventh?

Second company.

- Well, what are you doing so far from your unit?

- Why, I've gotta leave for a couple of days.

- Sergeant, I believe they canceled all leaves last week.

I know that, Corporal.

Now let's see that paper of yours.

I don't have it in writing.

It's a verbal order from my-

Sure.

I know that kind of leave, verbally granted

on the eve of a battle.

We had a battle this morning, and we won,

no thanks to you, deserter.

I have to get moving.

Now let me go.

- Don't move or you'll be buried right her.

Stop that man too!

No wait, forget him.

We have to get to camp.

Now get off your horse.

Francisco!

I'll come!

Tell that to Rose!

Deserter.

Deserter and coward.

When his comrades faced a desperate battle,

Corporal Warner escaped like a frightened rat

into the night.

Don't call me a coward.

What'll I call you?

The hero who was going to take

the Yankee batteries all by himself?

You're the basest coward I ever came across.

Captain, I beg you to listen to me.

- No explanation can warrant a soldier's betraying his flag.

I have to go to Los Sadros.

I have to go.

- In the army, you don't move about whenever you like.

Let me go, sir.

I beg you.

Under guard and chain if necessary.

Afterwards, I don't care what happens to me.

Take this man out.

But Captain, please, sir!

You know what to do.

Well, is it a court martial, Captain?

Why waste time?

We all know he's guilty.

Without giving him a trial, sir?

Court martial a deserter?

Tonight I have a good job for him.

He can work on the burial party.

At least I'll spare a real soldier.

Hey, don't boot him in.

You want me to be their nurse?

They don't care anyway, and I'm tuckered out.

Jehosaphat.

Them yanks are heavy.

Reckon they must eat too much food.

But I figure tomorrow we'll be stiff as they are.

Shut your mouth.

What's the matter?

Afraid we're gonna awaken the boy?

Hey.

You two go to the other pit.

Warner's gonna face this by hisself.

How do you like digging your own grave?

That way you can make it a perfect fit.

Now hurry up.

Oh, sorry, Sarge.

Hey, this one's alive.

He's a yank.

Finish him off, Warner.

I won't murder a dying man.

It's an order.

Kill him with your shovel.

I only kill fightin'.

You're brave.

No good even for this?

Give me that.

Don't provoke me, Sergeant.

What's that?

I said you better not do it.

Hold it.

Are you crazy?

John, don't kill him.