04x25 - Flight from San Miguel

[bunniefuu]

[neighs]

Hang onto him, Nat!

He's beautiful,
isn't he?

He'll make a great saddle horse
if anyone can break him.

Just wait till I get
a saddle on him,

and I'll show you,
that is, unless you'd
like to try.

Nope. I've got
better things to do.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Audra, Jarrod,
this is Sarah Longstreet.

-How do you do?
-Hello, Sarah.

She's here
to see Heath.

-Hello, Heath.
-What are you doing here?

-I had to see you.
-Hello there!

I'll take that horse.

It's my pleasure.

Well, now if everyone
would stop talking

so I can get
a word in edgewise,

I just might be
introduced here.

This is
my son, Nick.

-Hello.
-How do you do?

[neighing]

Stay with him, Heath!

Hang on to him!

I think you
got him, boy!

Ha ha!

Good boy, Heath.

Yeah, I'd say that horse
made you look good.

[chuckles]

Still the angry young man.

I don't know where
you came from or why...

but just...

just leave me alone.

Would somebody mind
telling me

what the devil
is going on around here?

Longstreet,
Longstreet.

Hmm?

I should've
remembered that name.

What do you mean?

Let's go into the house,
leave them alone.

♪♪ [theme]

Heath?

Heath.

Please listen to me.

It's been five years.

What possibly could you
have to say,

except maybe the
good-bye I never heard.

I couldn't think of any way
to say good-bye...

so I just ran.

I looked for you...

a long time.

I was scared, Heath.

Of what?

Of you.

I don't recall ever
giving you reason to be.

You were so full of anger.

You were so unsure
of where you were going,

who you were,
or what you wanted.

I needed someone certain.

Strong.

So you ran.

I was afraid
we'd destroy each other.

Where'd you go?

Mexico.

I didn't think
you'd look there.

And then I
met someone.

He was very kind
and very certain of himself,

a professor
at the university.

He helped me pull
myself together.

After a while,
I learned to depend on him,

and three years ago,
we were married.

Married?

I didn't tell
your mother, but...

yes, I am.

His name is Mendez,
Dr. Mendez.

You've probably
heard of him.

-The rebellions?
-Yes.

-He's your husband?
-Yes.

The rebellion
is failing, Heath.

There's a price
on Raoul's head.

I've got to get him
out of Mexico.

That's why I'm here.

You're saying
you want me to help?

Yes. The federal troops

are searching
everywhere for him.

They're watching me,
any of his friends
who try to help.

I need someone
from the outside,

someone they'd
never suspect.

You figure
I'm the one?

You and the Barkley name.

What do you mean?

The Barkley mines, Heath.
You, your family.

You can travel in and out
of Mexico without suspicion.

You want me
to smuggle him out?

I know what
I'm asking, Heath.

After five years when
it's nearly forgotten,

you come back here
and expect me to--

Heath! Raoul had nothing
to do with you and me.

I ask you because--

because what we had once
has to mean something.

Yeah. It means
I was pretty stupid.

Heath, please!
It's not that way.

Sarah, once is enough!

Ow! Aah!

Sarah?

Sarah, are you
all right?

I hurt... I hurt.

I'm fine, Mrs. Barkley,
I really am,

and I'd like to get
back to the hotel.

I know,
but it's late.

You can go back
with Jarrod in the morning.

I can't stay here
any longer,

and I'm sure Heath
doesn't want me around,
either.

Sarah, you can't go through
the rest of your life

with things unsettled
between you and Heath.

Now, finish it
tonight.

You'll feel better
for it.

Oh, um...

dinner is in an hour,
but you rest until then.

Is she all right?

She's resting.

She, uh, tell you
why she's here?

Yes.

All this time,
then she's gotta
show up again.

She's frightened.
She needs help.

She came
to the wrong place.

Maybe you're judging
her too harshly.

She told me why it
ended between you two.

It ended because
she ran out!

Maybe I can understand why.

You know, I remember
how it was when you

first came here claiming

to be a rightful member
of our family.

We had everything,
and you had nothing.

You wanted your share,

and you were ready to fight
for it, and fight you did!

Sarah says you were
an angry young man.

She's right.

You even scared me
a little.

That was
a long time ago.

I feel different now
about you...

about her.

-Are you sure about that?
-I'm sure.

I've invited her
to stay the night.

All right.

It really
doesn't matter.

If you want her
to stay, fine,

but in my opinion
you'd have done her

More coffee?

No thanks, Audra.

Sarah?

No, thank you.

-The dinner was lovely,
Mrs. Barkley.
-Thank you.

-You know, Mrs. Mendez,
I've met your husband.
-You did?

Yes, it was not long after
I was admitted to the bar.

I was traveling
down to Mexico.

I happened to go to
one of his lectures.

I found him to be
a very dedicated man.

Yes, he's quite dedicated.

If you'll excuse me.

I'm very tired, and I will be
leaving early tomorrow.

You'll need
some extra blankets.

Thank you.

Good night.

Night.

You know, I kind of
feel sorry for her.

We're all sorry,

but not enough to hang ourselves
with the Mexican government.

Seems to me she's got
an awful lot of nerve.

I think she figures
her husband's

a pretty special fella.
Could be she's right.

Excuse me.

Perhaps we had better not
discuss this in front of Heath.

Nothing more
to discuss.

-It's all settled.
-Is it?

As far as I'm concerned,
we'd be fools to do
what she wants.

That decision is up
to Heath, isn't it?

Not as long as it
involves all of us.

Heath, whatever you do
is all right with me.

I'm not gonna
do anything.

If that makes
you feel right.

Are you saying
I should help her?

I'm saying if you
want to and don't,

you may regret it.

Think about it.

Mrs. Mendez
gonna join us?

No, she's not hungry.

She'll be in her room
when you're ready

to take her to town.
Very unhappy girl.

Well, now, that's not
our fault, is it?

No one said
it was, Nick.

I'm going to Mexico.

I don't think
I heard you right.

-What did you say?
-You heard it right.

I gave it some thought
last night.

Well, you best do
some more thinking.

I've been meaning to bring
back a load of ore samples
from that new vein.

I can hide her husband
in the wagon.

Now, suppose someone decides
to look in that wagon.

No one's ever
stopped us before.

There wasn't a rebellion
down there before, either!

Jarrod, tell him
what the Mexican government

can do to our franchise
if he ever gets caught!

I think he
already knows, Nick.

He better also know
that we can't afford it!

I figure it's worth the risk.

Mrs. Mendez means nothing
to me, and I don't figure!

Oh, stop it, stop it,
both of you!

We'll put it to a vote.

Nick, old boy, I think
that puts you position
in a little trouble.

You're not crazy enough
to go along with him, are you?

Now, wait a minute.
Let's think about it.

Suppose he does take
Mrs. Mendez back with him.

Suppose he sends her
across the border first

as sort of a decoy
to lead the federales away.

Now, it seems to me
that that way

they'd be less likely
to watch him,

and I think he'd have
a pretty good chance.

All right, what about you,
Audra? You got a vote.

Are you willing to give up
a mine for a stranger?

She's not a stranger
to Heath.

Well...

maybe you're right.

And it looks like
I've been outvoted.

All right, I've done
a few crazy things in my life.

I'll probably do
a lot more,

but there's one thing
I want you to remember:

if you get caught,
there's a lot more to lose

than just a mine,
you know?

Would you like
some water?

No thanks.

How much farther?

We should reach the border
by tomorrow.

I guess I'm
a little anxious.

Heath, why don't you tell me
what you've been doing?

You seem very --

very much a part
of the Barkleys.

I guess I am.

That's what you always
wanted, isn't it?

You seem to be
where you belong,

and that's good.

I know how hard this is
for you, Heath.

I wish I could tell you
how grateful I am.

There's no need.

Hungry?

Smells good.

Sit down.

All right?

It's fine, yeah, fine.

Something funny?

I was wondering
if you remembered.

Remembered what?

This place.

We stopped near here
once before,

the time you went
to the carney rodeo

to earn
a quick fortune for us.

Lost $20 and broke a leg.

You hobbled around
muttering to yourself
for weeks.

You were like
a caged animal.

Yeah, I guess I was,
at that. [chuckles]

It's best forgotten.

Whoa. Border's about
two miles up ahead.

You'd better go on
alone from here.

When will you be
going across?

In the morning.

When you get
to the San Miguel road,

put this
where this can be seen.

My husband's men will
come take you to him.

I'll travel south
to Rio Seco.

I hope the federales

will think he's hiding
in the mountains,

and then I'll start back.

I'll see you in San Diego.

Name, please.

Mary Giles.

What is your business,
Mrs. Giles?

I go to visit friends.

And where are
these friends?

Hidalgo, Rio Seco.

I see. Well, have
a pleasant trip.

Gracias.Haw!

Vaya con Dios.

It's her. His wife!

I know that.

She must know
that we are watching her.

Mary Giles thinks we
did not recognize her.

Captain Chavez
is in Rio Blanco.

I know that too!

Send Primo
to get him.

You follow her.

Chavez, Rio Blanco!

[urging]

Rosa, Heath Barkley's coming!
He's going to help.

Oh, good. Good news
deserves good tequila.

How is Raoul?

He's anxious to see you.

Juan and Jesus
bring him food and news,

all of which is bad.

But he's safe?

The federales are looking,
but he's safe.

They started following
me at the border.

I'll lead them south,

and it'll make it
easier for Raoul.

Good. Tonight
you will sleep.

Tomorrow, you lead them
to a big hole

and push them in!

-Si.
-[laughs]

-Staying the night?
-Yes, Captain.

Camp in the woods
out of sight,

one guard on duty
at all times.

Señora Mendez,
what a pleasant surprise.

Captain Chavez, what
brings you to Hidalgo?

Mm... duty,
such as it is.

With your husband
and his friends quiet,

life is not nearly
so exciting.

May I, just
for a moment?

Very well.

Gracias.

Since when do you sit
with federales, señora?

I asked Señor Chavez
to join me.

Oh? You have
a stronger stomach
than I have.

[chuckles]

I am sorry, señora,
I caused your friend
to become angry with you.

I will explain that
we're old acquaintances.

When was it we met?

It was at the capital
two years ago...

el presidente's
birthday dinner.

Ah, yes. Oh, wait,
I remember.

You husband, he spoke
very eloquently against the...

many injustices
of the regime.

Yes, I was impressed.

El presidentewas not.

Unfortunately.

How sad it is

that fate has pitted me

against a man
I so much admire.

I could almost believe
you mean that, Captain.

I do, señora.

We are victims
of the times we live in.

I hope with all my heart

that you husband
has made good his escape.

It's too late
for that, Captain.

I'm afraid he's dead.

-Dead?
-Yes.

But when? How?

The details
are uncertain...

but I hope
to find him

and give him
a decent burial.

I am very sorry, señora.

If I can be of help
in any way...

You're very kind, Captain.

To a great man.

Ah, Señor Barkley,
what a nice, nice surprise!

How've you been?

Things are quieting down.

Gonna see if you still
have a mine, huh?

I thought I'd give it
a little attention.

Be careful. There are still
a few of the crazy ones around.

Oh? How about the big one.
What's his name?

Mendez? He'll be hung within
the week, and his friends!

I'm glad to see
you're still on the job.

Buena suerte!

[loudly]
Vaya con dios, señora.

[quietly]
When you see your husband,

tell him he's
in all our prayers.

I'll tell him that. Good-bye.

Adios.

Adios, señor.

You will be
staying, señor?

[chuckles] I have
nowhere to go.

If her husband were dead,
she would hate me.

-She plays a game.
-A game, Captain?

Mm. Mendez is alive,

and I will find him.

Sooner or later,

I will find him.

Señor Barkley?

This way.

[man whistles]

Mendez.

Very happy to meet
you, Señor Barkley.

Won't take me more
than 24 hours

to reach the mine
and load the wagon.

I'll meet you here
day after tomorrow.

I'll be ready.

Where is, uh, Sarah?

She's heading south
as a decoy.

We'll join her
in San Diego.

Señor Barkley,
thank you for coming.

Andale, andale,
muchachos!

Muy pronto!

Chaos, Señor Heath. Chaos.

Rebellions
usually are.

I tell you,
in times like this,
nothing is certain.

No one can be trusted.

The workers here,

who knows where
their loyalty lies.

Señor Heath, I would
also feel much better

if you would take
the gold we have here
out of the country.

Afraid of being robbed?

Until things settle down,
anything is possible.

The rebels who have not
been captured or k*lled

are looting and robbing.

You could hide the gold
under the ore.

Who would want to steal
$50 of unmilled rocks?

You figure the situation's
that serious, huh?

I do, Señor Heath.

All right,
I'll take it out.

Ready, señor.

Good luck,
Señor Heath.

Let's hope things are quieter
next time I'm here, huh?

When they hang Mendez,
things will be quieter.

-Adios.
-Adios.

Hyah! Hyah!

[whistles]

Any difficulties,
my friend?

None so far.

I'm in your hands, señor.

Hyah! Yah! Yah!

You don't like me,
do you, señor?

I don't have
an opinion

one way
or the other.

Oh.

Sarah told me you were
sometimes noncommittal.

Didn't figure I was
a topic of conversation
between you two.

She's told me
a lot about you.

Guess you have
an advantage.

I can only go by
what people are
saying about you.

What they must
be saying, huh?

Mendez the rebel,

a savior, a devil.

Mendez the fool.

Man pursues a dream,
and soon he is a myth.

He is everything, nothing.

It all depends on the eyes
of the people who judge him.

I'm not judging you, Mendez,

only delivering you
to your wife.

It all began with such fervor,

such sweet passion!

Pursuit of an ideal!

Now I am running
through these hills

like a hungry,
frightened animal

away from the country I--

I only wanted to love.

Unfortunately, señor,
fervor is not enough.

We needed money.

Look there!

Looks like we got visitors.

Better get hid.

The way I see it,
compadres,

we dug the gold
from our hills,

so it is really more ours
than the gringo's, anyway,

Comprende?

Use the r*fle.

Señor Barkley!

I hear ya.

There is no point on
any more of us dying, señor!

You know what we want!

I don't know what you're
talking about, Garcia!

Garcia?

Hold your fire, señor.
I think it's a friend of mine.

Garcia!

Garcia!

It is Mendez!

[speaking Spanish]

Dr. Mendez!

¿Es usted, Dr. Mendez?

Dr. Mendez!

Santa Maria!

I thought you were
dead by now!

Oh, hermano!

Garcia, why do you
take to the road

like a common
criminal, huh?

And not a very
bright one at that.

We are carrying nothing
but unmilled ore!

Doctor, beneath the ore

is $25,000 in gold. Gold!

Whatever gives you such
a preposterous idea?

I saw him put it there
when we loaded the ore.

Come. I will show you.
I will show you.

You're a very observant
fellow, Garcia.

Garcia, Señor Barkley
is doing me

a very great service
by taking me to safety.

We cannot reward his
kindness by stealing

his gold, now, can we?

It seems to me,
Dr. Mendez...

this gold could buy you,
us, a new beginning.

No, it is over,
Garcia, finished.

Go back to work
and forget about it!

When we first met, doctor,

you were not so quick
to give up.

Things have
changed, Garcia.

Excuse us, señor.

The dream
dies hard, señor.

Where are they going?

Back to the mine.

I told them
you would forget
this incident.

That was generous of you.

Well, I've learned
of late that...

forgiveness is
a very large virtue.

I'll remember that.

Juan.

Whoa!

Haw!

Whoa.

Señor, trouble.

The other way.

The idea was
they trust a Barkley.

-Señor.
-Buenas dias.

Sorry to detain you,
but we are stopping

all the traffic
along the road today.

Oh? What's the trouble?

We're looking
for Dr. Mendez.

I think we will have
to search your wagon.

This Mendez, he
the one been causing

all the trouble
down here?

He is the one.

Well, isn't likely we
Barkleys would be giving
him any help, is it?

Barkley? The Barkley mines?

Yeah,
just taking a wagonload
of ore to the mill.

Hijo!

Well, señor,
I did not realize.

No harm done.

Please. Continue.

And have a good journey.

Gracias.

Señor Barkley,
I think it would be wise

if we rode with you
through this area.

It would not be good
if you run into

-Any of Mendez's men.
-Well, thank you,

but I don't think
anybody'd be interested

in a wagonload
of unmilled ore.

The rebels are a very unhappy
lot these days, señor.

They might sh**t first,
then look in your wagon.

Well, I'm sure
I'll be all right.

I insist, señor.

It would not be well
if a Barkley was hurt,

especially in my sector.

Suit yourself.

Andale.

Hyah.

Sarah did not
exaggerate.

The mere mention
of the Barkley name,

and the walls tremble.

Well, it kept him
from looking in the wagon.

Yeah, for which
I am grateful.

You know, it's amazing.

Three years ago,
I was a quiet professor

steeped in books
and ideals.

Now I run
like a hunted animal.

With a little luck,
you won't have to
run much longer.

What is even more amazing
is Sarah.

She's an American,

a foreigner
in this violent land,

and yet she endures all.

She believes in me,
so she follows me.

My life is her life;

my risk, her risk.

She's an unusual woman.

Yes, most unusual.

That is
why I accepted this--

this escape plan
of hers.

I knew if she once loved
a man like you,

you're a man
I could trust.

She would never be in love
with a coward or a fool.

This talk annoys
you, señor?

Aw... I'm sorry,

but I think intelligent men
should speak their mind.

A noble cause can have
an ignoble beginning.

So it is with friendship.

Believe me, someday you'll
be glad that you helped me.

Whoa, whoa.

We must turn back
here, Señor Barkley.

Glad you came along.

Adios.

Whoa!

Something wrong?

I'm afraid so, señor.

Your canvas is loose.

You're about
to lose your cargo.

So?

What is this?

Who is he?

Oh, Pedro.

You give him
a bottle of tequila,
he's through for the day.

Any man that can sleep
on a bed of rocks

is a better drinker
than I am.

Well, he's one of the best.

[laughs]

I bet he is.

Good-bye again,
señor. Adios.

Thanks again.

You are quick-witted,
my friend.

Suppose he'd lifted that hat
and recognized you?

Then I would've
had to k*ll him.

Drive in there
into those trees.

Please, señor!

[clicks tongue]
Get up.

Git!

Please, señor,
get down.

Sarah.

Señor.

Sarah, I have missed you.

Raoul, what does
this mean?

I was waiting
in San Diego.

Then he came and said
that you wanted to meet
me back here.

He was following
my orders.

But why?
What's happening?

The good doctor learned
I was carrying gold bullion,

-Decided he wanted it.
-I don't understand.

It's not too complicated.
Your husband's a thief.

You have entirely
the wrong idea, señor.

The Barkleys are to consider
this only a loan.

Raoul, you can't
do this.

But the money
will be repaid

as soon as we have
our victory,

when the fighting
is finished.

The fighting
is finished.

There's not going
to be a victory.

You don't understand.

With this gold
we can begin again,

stronger than before!

An army of thieves, huh?

I'm not gonna waste words
explaining this to you, señor,

explaining what I am.

You don't have to.

What you're doing
explains it well enough.

Heath, the rest
of the Barkleys,

they took a great
risk for you!

The risk is appreciated and,
in time, will be rewarded.

Garcia, get the gold
from the wagon.

No!

This is wrong!

I won't be
a part of it.

You are
a part of it.

I am not a thief!

I didn't go to him
to beg for his help

so he could be made
a fool of!

Sarah, you have no choice!

You are my wife.

And I am not proud
of it, Raoul.

I'm not proud.

I said get the gold.

Muchachos.

[g*nsh*t]

Doctor, you are surrounded.

Chavez.

He saw you when Garcia
brought you here?

We tried
to avoid it.

It seems
we failed.

Señor Mendez,
do you hear me?

I hear you.

You make a fight of it,
your wife could be hurt.

Señor.

Walk ahead of me
to the buggy.

Or do you prefer
to die here?

Sarah.

Wait.
Hold your fire.

Sarah, get in the buggy.

Raoul, it's hopeless.

I said get in the--

[g*nsh*t]

No! No, Raoul! No!

Raoul!

Raoul!

[indistinct]

Sarah...

I'm not a thief.

This is...
señor...

your gold,

I would've paid it back.

I'm not a thief, señor.

It was to be a beginning,

a great new...

[crying]

That's all, señora.
It is over.

It is finished.

It's true.

He wasn't a thief.

In the beginning
he was not.

Let us remember
the beginning.

Your name, señor?

I did not get
your name.

It's Barkley.

The Barkley mines?

You are-- you are
carrying gold, huh?

That's right.

You had a r*fle in your back
when you arrived here.

You were then, uh...

accosted on the road.

You were not acquainted,
you and the doctor.

But, of course, since he
attempted to rob you,

that-- that is
unlikely, isn't it?

I suppose it is.

The only thing
that matters is...

that it is finished.

The dreamer is dead,

and those who
followed the dream

can now learn to live
with reality again.

So, you can go, señor,
and two of my men

will give you safe escort
to the border.

Gracias.

Good-bye, Mrs. Mendez.

Good-bye, Mr. Barkley.

I am sorry
for the inconvenience.

You said you wished to give
your husband a decent burial.

Again, if I can be
of any help...

You're very kind.

♪♪ [theme]