Duck, You Sucker (Giù la testa)

Andale caballo.

Señor.

Señor.

Señor.

Tighten up that girth.

Señor, I must... I must go to San Felipe.

My mother is dead!

Straight down the road about 50 miles.

Please.

Get out of here.

Hey. Hey, amigo.

Come here.

Oh, perfect.

You're perfect.

I swear to God, boys, he's just right.

I'm gonna put you in that stage

and watch those faces when they see you come in!

Move.

- By God, I... - Never mind, dear.

Over there.

Not that door, the other one.

There.

Pull. Go on.

There you are.

Now you just sit down and be quiet, like a good little boy.

You see? He does understand.

Who knows?

Perhaps he can even talk.

Oh, now, even the peasants...

A bit of mustard?

Thank you. Even the peasants are entitled to their rights.

After all, they have won a revolution.

Or at least, almost.

Animals, that's what they are. Animals.

Pardon.

Let us not forget even animals can be tame and harmless.

Personally, I consider them unfortunate brutes.

Yes, brutes. Quite right.

Precisely, my dear lady, precisely.

I hate saying it, but you should hear them in the confessional.

You would never imagine.

- Did you know that they... - I can imagine, Father.

I can imagine living in such promiscuity.

All of them in one room, male and female together,

lying in a heap like rats in a sewer.

At night, when the lights are out,

all their inhibitions disappear.

You never know who is next.

Mother, sister, daughter, God.

Every country has its own plague.

Just like them niggers we got back home.

Just like animals, you mean, because that's what they are.

Exactly. Which is why they're half-wits.

Hey, you.

You know who your father was?

You know at least how old you are?

He doesn't know.

You know how many kids you have, eh?

Do you know how many kids your mother had?

He doesn't know anything, you see?

And it was to benefit scum like this that the agrarian reform was imposed.

And that ass, Madero, wanted to give the government

and our land to idiots like this.

We are all pawns in the hands of almighty God.

Fortunately, divine providence has

disposed of that rash individual, Madero.

My dear monsignor, let us be realistic.

What you choose to call providence, I call General Huerta.

He put the peasants in their place.

Which is the best place for animals because that's what they are.

Animals.

I can imagine, Father.

I can imagine living in such promiscuity.

wanted to give the government and our land to idiots like this.

Every country has its own plague.

Just like them niggers we got back home.

Brutes.

- Half-wits. - Animals.

- Idiots. - Half-wits.

Madero.

Just like them niggers.

Animals.

Because that's what they are.

Animals.

Just like them niggers.

- Brutes. - That's what they are.

- Idiots. - Animals.

Half-wits.

- Like them niggers. - Brutes.

- Animals. - Idiots.

I consider them unfortunate brutes.

- I can imagine. - Niggers.

- Idiots. - I can imagine.

- Brutes. - Niggers.

Animals.

- Unfortunate brutes. - Like them niggers.

- Brutes! - Idiots.

- Niggers. - Idiots!

- Like them niggers. - Idiots.

- Animals. - Half-wits!

Anda caballo, anda.

Anda caballo.

Hey, you, come on! Give us a hand and push!

Move, will you? You lazy bunch of greasers!

You'd think they'd get off their asses to help us, the bastards?

Hell, no.

Anda... Caballo huyo.

Haaaahh!

Take him away before he dirties everything.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, you will give everything to my niños,

and you will give it to them without any trouble.

We kill them all, okay, Papá?

How many times have I told you, Chulo,

no shooting unless Papá pulls the trigger?

Come. Come, come, come, come!

You wanted to know my family?

That's my sons!

Each one of them from a different mother, huh?

And now you kneel.

Kneel. Kneel!

Papá!

This is my father, I think.

- Pleased to meet... - Go inside before Chulo kills everyone.

My mother, she got the blood of the Aztecs,

which was before your people!

And now, I ask you a question.

Can you make a baby?

Can you make a baby?

That's sad. But we will fix that.

Señora.

Let me go. Let go.

Go.

Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go! Go!

That's pretty good, huh?

Oh, Jesus.

Help me. I'm going to faint.

No, no, no.

You faint now, and you'll miss the best part.

Wonderful. You got everything.

You'll pay for this, you bastard!

I'm a citizen of the United States of America!

To me, you are just a naked son of a bitch.

Understand, Yankee?

Thank you.

Thank you... for everything.

Have you a light?

Duck, you sucker.

There is a hole in the roof!

Hey!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why?

You pull that trigger and shoot me, I fall.

And if I fall,

they'll have to alter all the maps.

You see, when I go, half this bloody country goes with me

including yourself.

NATIONAL BANK OF MESA VERDE

You understand now?

Ah, sí sí sí sí sí sí.

I understand.

Sí.

It's like a miracle of God!

You, you are a great magician, huh?

I stop your motorcycle, and you do the magic with my coach.

So, now we are even.

Even?

Sí.

No, we're not even.

You fix my motorcycle, we'll be even.

I'll be inside.

Oh!

We kill him now, Papá?

No. First, we fix the motorcycle. Shh!

It's whiskey.

Thank God for that, huh?

Where you going in this contraption?

Well...

Where you going?

- Shaver Mines. - Oh-ho.

Lucanina, huh?

I know that place.

I know the man who owns it, too. I know that fat German son of a bitch!

That crazy tub of lard, Mr. Aschenbach,

who wrings our people dry like slaves, even his personal servants.

One girl had an ass!

Her cheeks were so full and hard they were like drums.

And when I got her pregnant, what'd he do? He fired...

Oh, Jesus Christ, will you shut up and go and fix my motorcycle?

Okay.

Okay.

Anything you say, firecracker.

Take your hands off that! Out!

Well, good for you, firecracker.

Not even one lousy peso!

I don't know why I named you Napoleon when you have no imagination.

This is a bank.

- Mesa Verde. - Sí, Papá, Mesa Verde. Mesa Verde.

And if we can get this firecracker to come with us,

then we will be rich!