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General Wyatt:
Captain, you've heard, of course, that California may be admitted into the Union as a state?
Buck Pearson:
I've heard some Congressional rumblings, sir.
General Wyatt:
Well, we're getting a lot of troublesome reports from out there. The Constitution of the United States guarantees protection for all people within its borders, but there are unscrupulous men at work creating a reign of terror against the Mexican landowners.
Buck Pearson:
There's always disorder where there's gold and fertile land involved, sir, and that country has both.
Buck Pearson:
I'd like to get a room.
Bartender:
All right. Sign here.
Buck Pearson:
How much are they?
Bartender:
Thirty dollars.
Buck Pearson:
Thirty dollars is pretty steep for a week, isn't it?
Bartender:
Thirty dollars a day!
Buck Pearson:
The room ought to be big enough to hold my horse.
Bartender:
Oh, two in a room? That'll be ten dollars extra.
Buck Pearson:
I was here a while ago, but the office was closed.
Land Agent Barclay:
I know. I was at a funeral.
Buck Pearson:
Oh, I guess you don't feel any too much like working today, then.
Land Agent Barclay:
Oh, I don't know. It wasn't my funeral.
Buck Pearson:
Isn't he the land agent here?
Land Agent Barclay:
He was. I told you I was at a funeral.
Buck Pearson:
Oh. What happened?
Land Agent Barclay:
Poisoning.
Buck Pearson:
Ptomaine?
Land Agent Barclay:
Lead.
Mal Halstead:
And in case you should happen to find any Mexicans camping out on the place, you know what to do.
Buck Pearson:
Why, no. Just exactly what do I do?
Mal Halstead:
Throw 'em off! They don't belong there. And if they holler, gun 'em off! This land is for Americans.
Buck Pearson:
Ohh, I throw 'em off?
Mal Halstead:
That's right... and you might let me know how you make out.
Juan Cantova:
Maybe you'll suffer a little bit before you die.
Mal Halstead:
They'll hang you, Mexican!
Juan Cantova:
But you will not live to see it.
[last lines]
General Wyatt:
Captain Pearson!
Buck Pearson:
Yes, sir!
General Wyatt:
Your orders are to return to California to cement our friendship with our new Americans. Of course, I shall be the best man at the wedding.
Buck Pearson:
Is that an order, sir?
General Wyatt:
It is, Captain.
[to Dolores]
Buck Pearson:
That's an order.
Dolores Cantova:
Orders are orders.
[Buck bends to kiss Dolores]
General Wyatt:
Captain Pearson!
Buck Pearson:
Yes, sir!
General Wyatt:
One mile from the flagpost.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
