Rain for a Dusty Summer (1971) - full transcript

In Mexico, a mad general is leading his own war against the Church. Priests are rounded up, churches burned down and religion outlawed. The suffering of one pious catholic priest could bring the tide of change however.

(upbeat music)

♪ One drop of rain for a dusty summer ♪

♪ Doesn't seem like a beginning ♪

♪ And showers fall sweet and free ♪

♪ One grain of sand ♪

♪ Is tumbled and tossed by the ocean ♪

♪ But joined by his brothers ♪

♪ Invites some others and soon ♪

♪ They can hold back the sea ♪

♪ A little voice singing all alone ♪

♪ Joined by a friend and a chorus ♪

♪ Growing in number, ringing ike thunder ♪

♪ Soon all the world stops to hear ♪

♪ How one little raindrop
helped by his friends ♪

♪ Made rain for a dusty summer ♪

(upbeat music)

- The church is our enemy.

I will not rest until
the church is destroyed

and every last priest
is driven out of Mexico!

I will not let you rest until you get up

off your knees to a god
that does not exist!

(dramatic music)

(people shouting)

(loud crashing)

(guns banging)
(men shouting)

(horse whinnying)

(guns banging)
(men shouting)

- Mexico is not like it used to be.

(guns banging)

- You are quite right, I do hate the rich,

but I hate the church even more and I want

the American people to know that.

You tell them.
- I'd also like

to tell them why, General.

- Because of what they together

have done to the poor.

But they were payouts and
they worked themselves

to death for the rich.

Or they throw us a double
to us every now and then,

but they can't go to the church.

You know why, gentlemen?

To keep the people drugged
with all their mumbo jumbo

and afraid, always afraid!

But it is the end of all that.

Today, a fresh wind is
blowing through my country.

No more rich, no more church!

Is that clear, Mr. Weiler?

- Yes General, quite clear.

Why do you let your
soldiers terrify the people

the way they do?

- Terrify?

We do not terrify.

Ooh, I do feel that we
must find the people

in a different way, a way
to make them not afraid

of the church.

Listen to me, my friend.

Soon, my blessing will
be more important to them

than the priests.

- But General...
- You see,

because I am a soldier,

I like killing, but it has to be done.

Do you think the rich would
willingly give one tiny

little bit of their gold to the poor?

(laughing) Do you think
the church would willingly

loosen its grip on the people?


Right now, in out of the
way places, they still train

stupid men to be priests
with the help of the rich,

but my men will get around to them all.

They have their orders,
gentlemen, they have their orders.

(faint singing)

♪ Dignity, dignity ♪

♪ You have nothing if not dignity ♪


♪ Aye yi, yi, ooh ♪

♪ A mayor of a small town had a home ♪

♪ In his fair old town ♪

♪ He discovered the bridge
while making a switch ♪

♪ Saw his shadow and bowed and sat down ♪

♪ Be-Dee-Dee-Dee-Oop ♪

♪ Dignity, dignity ♪

♪ You have nothing if not ♪

♪ Dignity, dignity ♪

♪ Where would we be without dignity ♪

(acoustic guitar music)

♪ A lad was kissing the wife of the man ♪

♪ Who would scream with a knife ♪

♪ Said the lad who went with through ♪

♪ Will know what to do ♪

♪ I think I shall run for my life ♪

♪ But I'll do it with dignity, dignity ♪

♪ That no one word in the dictionary ♪

♪ Dignity, dignity, where
would we be without dignity ♪

♪ Yah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- We must remember our dignity, brother.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

- [Priest] Why do you feel this way begin?

- Father, the bishop is right.

I'm a fool, I'm a clown.

- I gave you permission to play.

- Perhaps I made a mistake.

Maybe I shouldn't be here.

I am afraid I don't...
- It's true!

Oh, it is a dangerous time to be a priest.

- Oh Father, I don't mean that.

I mean I'm afraid I am
not right to be a priest.

To work, to study, don't look easy.

I need to find dignity.

I feel more at home along the
binders where I come from.

My hands, they are not
the hands of a priest.

You see the hands of a...
- Miguel, it is not

a question of the hands,
it's a matter of the heart.

(horse hooves thundering)

Soldiers, Miguel!

(guns banging)

Quick, warn the guards, go!


(horse whinnying)

(men shouting)
(guns banging)

(horse whinnying)
(men shouting)

(guns banging)
(men shouting)

What do you want?
- You, priest,

you or your money.

Go on, get it and I won't kill you yet.

(gun bangs)

(horse whinnies)

(guns banging)
(men shouting)

(priest shouting)
(man laughing)

- [Miguel] Father, Father!

- I am not hurt.

You must all go.

- I can't leave you like this.

- Go to your home and await word.

Hurry, all of you.

(men shouting)

(guns banging)

Go, Miguel!

(guns banging)
(men shouting)

(fire crackling)

(horse whinnying)

(fire crackling)
(guns banging)

(cow mooing)

- There were soldiers on
the cart road this morning.

You'd better take the
back road to Concepcion.

- Thank you, I will.

You have been so good to me.

- For a priest, nothing is too good.

- But I haven't the priest yet.

Now one more favor to ask.

- Anything, Brother Miguel.

- Trade your suit for mine.

- But yours is like new.

Ormando's is old, it's not even a suit.

- That's why I like it, to get home safe.

- How would I walk in such a fine suit?

- And the hat too, please.

(silly music)

- If you say so, Brother Miguel.

(silly music)

- Can you recognize me, huh?

(soft music)
(birds chirping)

- Go in peace, Brother
Miguel and don't forget,

you are not alone.

- Goodbye and thank you very much again.

(soft music)

(silly music)

Armando was right, I'm not alone.

(melodic whistling)

- [Man] Good morning, Ormando.

(children shouting)
(dog barking)

(loud knocking)

- What do you want?

- Your son!

- My son is away, out of the country.

- [Miguel] I was told he just came back.

- No, you have made a mistake.

- Mama, mama it's me,

Coco, (speaks in Spanish)!


(Miguel and Mama laughing)

♪ A little wine or brandy ♪

♪ And some of my good son, ah ♪

(all laughing)

(loud knocking)

- Yes, who is there?

- [Luis] My name is Luis Vilches.

I have a private letter
for someone in this house.

Will you open, please?

- Put it under the door.
- You sure it's all right?

- Yes.

- What is it, Humberto?
- It's for you.

- Miguel, is it important?

- From the seminary, Mama.

I'm supposed to meet somebody
tomorrow morning in the plaza.

- Who?
- I'm not sure.

- Does that mean you will go away again?

- Don't go back, Miguel.

It's too dangerous.

- Stay with us.

- How much I would love to, Anna.

- Then do it!

The League is going to fight El General.

Even Roberto is helping.

We need you more than the
church does right now.

- But I have already
said I would be a priest.

- It's a time for soldiers, Miguel.

- I don't think I would
make a good soldier.

- Humberto, leave him alone.

- You tell him what we learned yesterday.

- They know the names of
every priest and seminary

student in all Mexico.

- How long do you think
it'll be before they're here

looking for you?

They have a special division
of police whose only job

is to find you!

- Humberto, that's enough!

- Do you know who's in charge
of these special police?

El General's pet bulldog, Marinos,

Colonel Amandeo Marinos
and he's everywhere.

He goes from town to
town, just to make sure

his men never let up!

- Humberto, that's enough!

- All right, Mama, all right, but you know

the danger he's in.

Leave the church, Miguel.

Stay here with us.

- Humberto, I already
said I would be a priest.

- But you know with your
heart you're not sure,

so now is the time to stop!

- I wish it was simple as that.

You know what, I thought
of a wonderful plan

to worry ElGeneral.

- Some sort of joke, I suppose!

- I tell you what, thousands
of colored balloons

with funny pictures of El General on them

all over the city!

Big men like him don't
like to be laughed at.

- Balloons, it's cowardice!

Bombs Mexico needs now, not balloons.

All you can think of is to make a joke

and all you want is to be a fat monsignor,

feeding the pigeons in the plaza!

- Well, I always liked pigeons.

- You care nothing
about Mexico or freedom.

- I care so much about Mexico that I don't

want it done your way.

- Please, please.

Please, my sons.

Let us have peace, at
least in our own family.

Anna, some more coffee, please.

- Humberto.

- [Humberto] Coco.

- [Miguel] Mama?

- [Mama] Coco, come in a minute, my son.

- [Miguel Yes, Mama.

- You still doubt you can be a priest?

- I'm afraid, Mama.

- Afraid?

- Oh, don't be shocked.

At least I don't believe that I am afraid

that maybe when I have a bullet hole in me

I'll find out differently.

- Do not joke about it, Miguel.

- Mama, to be a priest
is such a great thing.

To celebrate mass, to forgive sins,

that is to stand in the place of God, me.

This is ridiculous!

(soft music)

- Do you think the good God doesn't know

what he is doing?

- I am sure that He does.

That's why He has given
me all these doubts.

You see Mama, when the soldiers came

to the (speaks in Spanish) I thought ah,

God goes to all this
trouble only to prevent

Miguel from even thinking that
he should become a priest.

- Mexico is suffering now, my son.

Maybe she needs a priest like you,

men full of joy who can
laugh and make others happy.

God does not want only
priests with long faces.

- But how many people
will be gone to heaven

only because I played the guitar

and I sing foolish songs?

- You understand it is for
you to make this decision.

- Yes, Mama.

- I wouldn't dream of trying to interfere.

- No, Mama.

- I only ask you to consider.

I do not push.
- Of course not, Mama.

- Now go to bed and sleep.

- Yes, Mama.

(soft music)

Let me say Mama, if God
made his will as clearly

as you made yours, I
wouldn't have any problem.

- Goodnight, Miguel.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)
(townspeople chattering)

- Paper?


Eight reported dead, riots in Morelia,

eight reported dead.


Riots in Morelia, eight reported dead!

Paper, senor?
- No, thanks.

(townspeople chattering)

- Miguel Pro, keep looking
up at the cathedral

and listen to me.

- Who are you?
- A friend.

I sent the message to you last night

with Luis Vilches.

Friday morning at 8:00
here, buy a paper from me.

You'll take it and travel
documents with instructions

will be inside.

You're to go to California

to continue your studies.
- You come

from (faint speaking),
but I don't even know.

- But Father Rafi.
- I'm not sure if I...

Is counting on you.

- But I still don't know.
- I'll be here,

Friday morning, eight o'clock.

Riots in Morelia, riots in Morelia,

riots in Morelia!

(children shouting)

(soft music)

- [Miguel] To be a priest

is such a great thing, to celebrate mass,

to forgive sins, that is, to
stand in the place of God, me.

That's ridiculous.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(percussive music)

- Don't you profane the House of God!

Don't you profane the House of God!

- Your excellency!
- You (mumbles) yourself

at the wrath of the Almighty!

They will be destroyed!

They will be destroyed, they will be blown

like chaff before the wind!

I am the majesty of the church!

(gun banging)


(gun banging)

- [Soldier] Hey you, stop!

- Let him go.
- He might be a priest!

- We got a bishop.

That's good enough for one night.

This is worth more than he is.

(footsteps clacking)

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

- (faint speaking) I've seen him.

- I've seen him many times.

With due respect to
the dead, I don't think

the bishop made life in Mexico easier.

- I know, Humberto, but
try to understand me.

I must go.

God called, I am sure now.

- Paper, Senor?
- Is this God coming here?

- Paper, Senor?
- Yes, please.

(birds chirping)
(townspeople chattering)

- Good news, Senor,

good news.
- Thank you.

- [Man] Paper, get your paper right here!

(townspeople chattering)

- Well?

- Well.

- Be careful, Humberto.

- Let El General be killed.

- There is no God!

There is no power over
us except what we feel

and what we think.

I believe in the power of men!

Let Mexico believe in that,

let Mexico believe in me!

(loud explosions)

(dramatic music)

- Mr. Weiler?
- Yes?

- El General will see you now.
- Thank you.

(faint speaking)

- Mr. Weiler of the New York Press.

- How do you do, Mr.
Weiler, how do you do?

A pleasure.

Oh, this is Colonel Marinos,

head of my Special Police Force.

Well, it's been quite a few years.

- It's been a few years.

- Sit down, sit down.

You know, I am very
flattered that you would

return to my country.

Let me ask you, do you find it changed?

- Yes, quite changed.

- Then you have seen how
I have kept my promises

to my people.

The church no longer has
its yoke around our necks

and the people are free
to think for themselves.

- Do I have your permission to move around

in your country?

My readers would be very much interested

to know how your people
have taken to this new life

you have made for them.

- Of course, Mr. Weiler.

You may go wherever you like and speak

with whomever you please.

Everyone in Mexico is free.

I want your readers to know that.

I also want them to
know what a great thing

we have accomplished here, how modern!

Now Mexico will be strong.

- I'd like to go into the smaller towns

as well as the larger cities.

Would that be all right?

- You are free to go wherever you like.

Oh, you might find a few
priests hiding here and there

like cockroaches, but
because the people deny them,

they are no longer of any importance.

- That's exactly what I'd
like to see for myself.

Thank you for your kindness, General.

- A pleasure.

Oh, Mr. Weiler, perhaps you
would like Colonel Marinos

to arrange for you to be taken around?

- No thanks, I'd rather do this on my own.

(door closing)

- Marinos?

What will he find?

- Nothing, nothing.

Everything is as you said.

(soft music)

♪ One drop of rain for a dusty summer ♪

♪ Doesn't seem like a beginning ♪

♪ But joined by a crowd ♪

♪ They make up a cloud and
showers fall sweet and free ♪

♪ One grain of sand is tumbled
and tossed by the ocean ♪

♪ But joined by his brothers ♪

♪ Then by some others
and soon they can hold ♪

♪ Back the sea ♪

♪ One little voice singing all alone ♪

♪ Joined by a friend in a chorus ♪

♪ Growing in number, ringing ike thunder ♪

♪ Soon all the world stops to hear ♪

♪ How one little raindrop ♪

♪ Helped by his friends make rain ♪

♪ For a dusty summer ♪

(loud knocking)

(insects chirping)

- What do you want?

- I must have the wrong house.

A family named Pro?

- This is the house, but they moved away

to Mexico City, I think.

- To Mexico City?

Do you know where?

- I don't know.

All I know is they were in
trouble with the authorities,

then, when the mother died...

- What did you say?

- I said the mother died.

The others left soon after.

- My mother!

- That's all I can tell you.

- Please, I don't know anymore.

(door slamming)

(insects chirping)

(somber music)

- Miguel, Miguel Pro?

- Yes?
- We were told

you were coming back.

I've been watching the house for days now.

I'm Luis, Luis Vilches.

- Luis Vilches?

You're a man now.

- And you are a priest now.

Many people have been
waiting for you, Miguel.

- My mother, Luis.

First, I must go to my mother.

- Come with me, Miguel, Father.

(suspenseful music)

(somber music)

(chime music)

- That woman didn't warn us in time.

We must get word to Mexico City right now.

(men chattering)
(soft music)

- Alfredo!

Are there any strangers here, any police?

- No Luis, only friends.

- This is Miguel.

Pro, a priest.

- Oh, a priest?

Jose, quick!

Go get my wife and
kids, then go get yours.

- [Jose] My wife, but why?

- Go!

This man is a priest.

- Father.

- Robert, get your wife
and bring all the others.

Tell them to bring the children.

Pull the sack down over the window.

- Trespasses as we
forgive those who trespass

against us and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil, amen.

(speaks in Latin)

(soft music)

Guadeloupe, (speaks in Latin).

(baby crying)

- And now, our other son, Juan, Father.

(soft music)

And after you baptize him,
we want you to marry us.

- Of course.

Yes, I'll take care of everything.

(door hinges squeaking)

(Miguel speaks in Latin)

- Miguel.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

- You are sure they will come?
- I'm positive!

I had word from The League.

They received my message.

- Why has it been so
difficult to find them?

- Just to be distantly related to a priest

these days is dangerous
enough, but to be his brother

and sister, well, it's
better not to be found

by the police too easily.
- Is that why.

Humberto is in jail?

- Father!

They're coming now.

- Louis!

It's them!

Anna, Roberto!

- [Anna] Oh, Miguel!

Oh, Miguel!

- How wonderful (laughing).

Now tell me, why is Humberto in jail?

Is he in danger?

- There's no real charge.

They can't prove anything.

- The lawyer from The League is trying

to get him out.
- But what did he do?

- Remember your idea about the balloons?

- That crazy joke that I said

annoy El General?

- Yes, well, Humberto decided
that it was a good trick!

- But how did they know who did it?

- Without meaning to do any
harm, people talk, Miguel.

- Yes, I see.

Have you been to Senor
Alterez in Concepcion

since you been here?

- We were afraid it might
mean trouble for her.

- How terrible that my being a priest

should bring danger to
all who are close to me.

What about Humberto?

I must go to see him.

- In jail, don't be foolish.
- It's not safe, Miguel.

- Don't worry, they don't know me.


- Why are you doing that?

- I might need it to see Humberto.

I have been around as
a plainclothes priest.

Now I'm going to be a
plainclothes policeman.

- Has he had any visitors?

- Just his lawyer and his
brother Roberto and sister.

- Try to keep him as long as you can.

We have word that his brother, the priest,

is back in Mexico City.

- A priest, here?

- He is sure to try to get
word here to his brother.

Then we'll have him.

El General will be pleased.

You know, Lerrera, it may mean
a promotion for both of us

when we capture him.

- Thank you, Colonel.

(silly music)

(soft music)

(silly music)

- What are you reading there?

- The regulations manual, sir.

- Splendid, splendid.

That's the spirit we want to see.

Regulations must become second nature.

Study is the only way to achieve it.

- Yes sir, thank you, sir.

- Now, prisoner Humberto Pro.

- Humberto Pro?
- Yes.

- 116.

It's that way.

Shall I show you there?

- No, you stick to your post.
- Thank you, sir.


(silly music)

- Good day.
- Good day.

- 116, the prisoner Pro.

- But sir, I...
- Let's keep the collar

buttoned at all times.

If it's too tight, move the bottom.

It will relieve that.
- Yes, sir.

- [Miguel] Prisoner Pro, step over here.

A few questions in reference
to the balloon incident.

- Dear Juan.

If you want to know what's
inside them, catch one.


But what're you doing here?

- Thinking how I can get you out.

- But you can do nothing.

Get out of here and fast!

They know you're back.

One of the officials here
knows that from before.

How was Lerrera?

- There must be someone
that I can contact.

- The League's lawyer is
doing all that he can.

Leave well enough alone.

Now get out of here!

(suspenseful music)

- I'll find some way to get you out.

I'll come back.
- No!

It's too risky.
- I'll find a way.

- No!

(dramatic music)

- I'll come back tomorrow.

I've had enough lies from you for today.

- Good day, Inspector.
- Good day, sir.

(suspenseful music)

- [Lerrera] Oh, Inspector,
I'll see you out.

- [Miguel] That's not at all necessary,

but thank you anyway.
- But I insist, Inspector.

It's a small enough courtesy.

Please allow me.

Stop here and look out the window.

May I see your credentials, Inspector?

I am Carlos Lerrera, prison captain.

You're very resourceful.

I'm amazed that you would
be so daring, Padre Pro.

You were very foolish to come here.

I was going to have to release
your brother soon anyway.

We don't have enough evidence
to hold him much longer,

but since you have come here,

I'll release him much
sooner than I have to,

tomorrow morning, if you
will do something for me.

- I can do something for you?

- Will you say mass for my family

at my house tonight?

My wife would be so happy with that

and there will be others.

- I would be so honored
that I cannot even tell you.

- Then at 10 o'clock
tonight at this address.

- Good of you to see me
out, Captain Lerrera.

It has been a great pleasure
to be here with you today.

I hope to see you soon again.

- [Lerrera] Thank you very much.

- [Miguel] Good day, good day.

- [Man] These are the photos.

- These are the last class
of Miguel Pro's high school?

- [Man] Yes, Colonel.

The names are on the back.

- Miguel Pro.

Miguel Pro, priest.

(suspenseful music)

Yes, what is it?

- It concerns Lerrera and
a man who was supposed

to be an inspector questioning
Humberto Pro, the prisoner.

- Humberto Pro.
- You see, sir,

after they talked, the
next day, Humberto Pro

was suddenly released.

- Is this the man who
said he was an inspector?

- Which one, sir?
- The one in the middle.


- Much younger, but I think

that it's him.

I think...
- Think, think!

Can't you be sure?
- Yes, yes, I'm sure.

- Good.

- The Father, the Son,
and the Holy Ghost, amen.

Anibal, Luis, (faint speaking) the name.

And the Holy Ghost, amen.

- Father, there are soldiers on horseback.

(birds chirping)

- Children, come, come with me.


And you like that.

Let's see, sit down, uh-huh.

You like mud pies?

(children laughing)

(Miguel mumbling)

- [Soldier] Hey, you!

- Me, Senor?
- We heard there is a priest

somewhere in the hills.

Have you seen one?

- I don't think so.

What does a priest look like?

- Don't you know what a priest looks like?

- It's many years that
we don't see one here.

- All right, stupid.

Go back to the filthy mud.

- (speaks Spanish)
Senor, you're very kind.

(birds chirping)
(horse hooves thundering)

- I was afraid for you, Father.

Do you want to wash the mud off?

- Not now.

Perhaps they will comeback,
but something else

is coming now.

(car engine rumbling)

What're you dong now?

Humberto, where did you get
this beautiful dusty old car?

- The League gave it to
us to help in our work,

but why are you covered with mud?

- I was only playing with the children.


I will come back soon to see you again.

Let's go now, quick!

Maybe I can get some
sleep while you drive.

- Oh.

(car engine rumbling)

Miguel, a man asked me
if you would say mass

at a meeting Saturday night.

He said 400 people would be there.

I said 400 people cannot keep a secret

and that you would not go.

Now I can say I have asked you

and you have not said yes.

- I hope you have got the address.

- You heard what I said?

- I heard and the answer is yes!

- Oh.

(car engine rumbling)

(upbeat music)

(Miguel shouting)

(upbeat music)

I see you brought your band with you.

- Well, Saturday night
is a night for dances.

It will sound like a dance, no?

- It'll certainly not
sound like holy mass.

- It's going to be the
loudest mass ever said.

(Humberto and Miguel laughing)

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

- How do you explain this?

My brilliant, all knowing Amadeo Marinos,

head of my special division.

How do you explain this?

How do you explain that
one stupid little priest

can defy me, that he
can thumb his nose at me

and hold a public mass
without a single hint

to my special police of what was going on?

- But General.
- What did you say

when I asked you what that
reporter, Mr. Weiler, would find?

Huh, what did you say?

So now I am made to look
ridiculous in the eyes

of everyone, isn't that right, Marinos?

- No, General.
- Yes, General!

I want this to end right now.

I want this miserable little priest caught

and shot and shoot anyone who helps him!

- Si, General.
- And no one

in your division is to rest,

especially you, until this
little bastard is caught.

Is that clear?

- Si, General.

(people chattering)
(Miguel shouting)

- Ah, Aye, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi!

(speaking in Spanish)

Aye, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi

(singing in Spanish)


(audience applauds)

(soft music)

Oh, this is for you, Sister.

I sold a few things.

- I didn't know you were a
salesman so well, Father.

- Oh yes, you might even
say a traveling salesman.

Sister, have you been all right?

- Yes, we are perfectly safe.

They're not bothering us
here at the orphanage.

- I found a good home for these two.

(soft music)

Do you know what I think, Sister?

We should be more generous
and give them three.

- Father, do you think that's right?

- Of course, after all,
how much more trouble

are three than two?

- If you only knew what you
do for all of us, Father.

It is like rain, your coming,

like rain in a dusty summer.

- This priest you said you were chasing,

is this him?
- It's hard to say, Colonel.

It could be, but he was
running like a squirrel.

- You, look at it.

- I can say, Colonel.

- Get out!

I want every place this
priest ever lived checked,

everyone he ever knew questioned.

Is that clear?

- Yes, Colonel.

(dog barking)

- You remember Senora Danner?

- [Miguel] Of course.

Have you heard from her?

- She sent this note, wants
you to come to see her.

It sounds urgent.
- In Concepcion?

Oh, it will be good to see her again

and maybe I can visit some of my friends.

- Don be stupid, Miguel.

Someone may recognize you.

- I can use one of my false mustaches!

- Stop being such a clown!


Do you remember the official who let me

get out of jail?
- Captain Lerrera?

- Now he's in jail.

- Because he freed you?

- Because he let you get away.

Can't you see, it's not
only ourselves we endanger

but all those who help us.

Don't you realize, Miguel, all the people

are not with us!

There are many who are glad
El General shoots priests.

Whenever they see you,
they run to the police.

- Only a few, Humberto, only a few.

- That's what you think.

They offer them money, Miguel.

Here, take my wine, too.

You have many more masses to say.

(soft music)

- Miguel.
- Eh?

- Miguel Pro.

- Miguel Pro?

(silly music)


- Shh!

(soft music)

Good day, Senorita.

- What do you want?

- I would like to see Senora Altera.

- You would like that, huh?

And you would like the senora

to give you something like
a little bit of money, huh?

All you beggars think
she has so much gold.

She can't afford to keep on giving

(mumbles) the likes of you.

Well, let me tell you...
- Nita, what's all

the fussing down there?

I can't do my sewing with
that prattling going on.

- It's me, senora!
- And who are you?

You sent for that you wanted to see me.

- Miguel Pro!

- Shh!
- Nita, show him

up quickly, quickly!

- [Miguel] Thank you.

- Senor?
- Oh yes, thank you.

- Miguel, my dear Miguel, you did come.

Thank you!
- For you,

senora, any time, but
pardon my appearance.

- I understand.

Come on.

Nita, some coffee, please.

Come, I want to hear all about you,

your travels, the family, everything.

Sit here.

Oh, don't mind my work.

I've been trying to repair this old dress.

These days with this dreadful government,

it's so hard to find anything decent.

- Your letter said that you
had an urgent matter for me.

- Oh yes!

A friend from Spain sent
me a beautiful metal.

I want you to bless it.

- This is why you sent for me?

- In the old days, it was
so simple to have someone

come up from the cathedral, but nowadays,

well, we've been...

Why do you look at me like that?

- But senora, the lives of several friends

were in danger to bring
your message to me.

- Endangered?

- The penalty for harboring
a priest is a severe one.

- Oh, then I've done a
terrible thing, haven't I?

I didn't realize it.

Can you forgive a foolish
old woman, Miguel?

(upbeat music)

- Good afternoon, Senora.

It's very pleasant here.

This your home?
- Why are you asking that?

- Oh, permit me to present myself.

I am Colonel Amadeo Marinos.

- Go inside, go!

I paid my taxes.

Why do you come to arrest me?

- Oh no, Senora.

I'm not here about
taxes, nor to arrest you,

but I would like to ask...

- Oh, but I don't know

about any of those things.
- Oh Senora,

you are Margarita Polesko
and this is your home.

- Yes, but I wouldn't
too sure for how long.

My mother lives in Taxco
and I may go and move in

with her any minute if my husband

brings ne more bottle
of tequila in the house.

- I came to ask you about a friend

of yours, Miguel Pro.

(dramatic music)
- Miguel Pro?

No, Miguel Tesada I know.

He was fired last week from the factory

where my husband works, if
you can call whatever it is

he does work.

In my opinion...

- I asked about Miguel Pro, he's a priest.

- A priest?

I thought it was illegal.

It is illegal.
- Ah, and so that's why

you came here with those ruffians.

(laughing) You think I'm a
criminal and you came here

to arrest me and...
- Do you know where he is?

- How should I know?

It's obvious you don't
have a husband like mine!

- All right, senora, and
if you happen to hear

where he might be, let me know.

There will be a little
money in it for you.

- Money?

Why would I want money, so that my husband

can buy more tequila and
get drunker and drunker

every night, is that what you want?

- Okay, okay, Senora, good day.

(door slamming)


- Manuelo, go quickly
bar into the hacienda.

If Padre Pro is there, tell him the police

are looking for him.

(suspenseful music)

- That's good news about
Roberto and Anna must be

a big girl now.

- Oh, she's beautiful.

(loud knocking)

- Senora Altera, where is she?

- Siesta.
- Get her immediately.

- But, but oh no...
- Immediately,

I said!
- No, I can't!

(door slamming)

- It's the police.

What shall I do?

- Try to delay them as long as possible.

(loud knocking)

- Senora Louisa, the police!

- All right, Nita, all right.

Go in there and stay out of sight!

How dare you?

You frightened my maid.

What are you doing here?

- Colonel Amadeo Marinos.

- Hmm, behaving like mad dogs in the home

of a respectable citizen.

I'm reporting you to the
mayor, you understand.

- Will you please turn
Miguel Pro over to me?

- Pro?

- Miguel Pro, I know he's here.

- Have you taken leave of your senses?

- A priest is an enemy of the state

and we have information
that he is in this house.

- Without my knowing it?

How absurd!

- With your knowing it.

So you force me to search for him then.

(suspenseful music)

Minas, look in that room.

And you get the other one.

Hurry up!

- This is ridiculous.

(upbeat music)

- He's not there, sir.
- All right, go check

under the stairway.

- There's nothing.


- [Louisa] Now will you leave my house?

I must have my siesta.

I'm very tired.

- The upstairs, if you please.

- THe upstairs, of course.

It would be interesting to know

how you get your information.

Follow me.

(faint humming)

- Colonel Marinos, this
is my sister Amelia.

She's hard of hearing.

- Eh?

- Melly dear, this is Colonel Marinos.

He's come all the way from the city

to pay us a nice visit.

- Hmm?

(faint humming)

- Excuse me, Senora.

(faint humming)

- Well, Colonel?

- It's possible a mistake was made,

but if you are deceiving me.

- Deceiving?

You still think I may be
hiding him somewhere perhaps.

This really is preposterous.

- Good day, Senora.

(door slamming)


(door slamming)

(car engine starting)

- Oh, you frightened me out of my wits!

You fooled them completely!

(Louisa and Miguel laughing)

- Oh, you were just marvelous.

- Nevertheless, you
should be angry with me.

I'm a frivolous old woman
who thinks getting a medal

blessed is important.

- Well, I've just been
(mumbles) a woman myself.

(Louisa laughing)

Now, I'll try to come back and say mass

for you and your neighbors.

- Oh Father, would you?

- Of course.

And now I must find my
way back to Mexico City.

- So, it's happened again.

We are told where he is, we
arrive only minutes later,

and he has disappeared
like a puff of smoke,

but the man is here, in
Mexico City somewhere

and I want every policeman to have a copy

of this picture and I want
you to memorize that face

until you know it as well
as you know El General's.

And look everywhere,

every street, every cantina, every shop.

He must be caught, he must be caught!

(birds chirping)

(car engine rumbling)

(horn honking)

- Hey, you there!

- Me, Senor?
- Yes, you, Signor.

- Humberto!
(Humberto laughing)

I hope this is my last shock for today.

I thought you were the police again.

Hello, Luis.
- Hello, Miguel.

- Have the police been after you?

I told you not to do...
- I came to visit.

Senora Altera's sister, Melly.

- Melly?

I didn't know

she had a sister.
- Neither did she (laughing)!

- Miguel, maybe someday
I'll understand you.

We better keep moving,

but what are we gonna
do about all of them?

- Senora Altera was so generous.

Can they come too?

- All right, we'll put
them in the backseat.

Come Luis and help.

(animals calling)

- Come on, come on.

Where does your friend go?

- He is going to help
an old man on the farm.

Ooh, you have an
intelligent face, my friend.

(donkey braying)
He's going to make

a good farmer.

- Now that we got rid of all that stuff,

what do you do now?

- What do we do, you mean?

- All right, what do we do?

- Perhaps we should move from this city.

This one is not safe
any longer to stay in.

- You could go back to
California for a while.

- I'm not needed in California.

- What good will it do
for you to get shot?

- A man must do what he believes.

Thank you.

- Well, did you tell him?

- What, Luis?

(children laughing)

- Didn't Humberto tell you

my idea?
- Oh, you have an idea, Luis?

- Yeah, a damn good one.

El General goes to the
bullfight every Tuesday.

- So?
- I'm going to kill him.

- You are going to throw
a bomb at him, perhaps?

- How did you know?

- Oh, you're not the only one

with a splendid imagination.

- You like my idea?

- No, you know what I do every night,

I pray for General.

It's crazy, Reese, a crazy idea.

You're not really going to do that.

- I will do it!

I have a plan!

- Luis, listen, please!

- No, I've listened enough!

I didn't think you'd be afraid!

- Luis, Luis!

You don't really think
that he's going to do

such a crazy thing, huh?
- No, of course not.

He's just young.

I used to be like him.

Let's go.

(soft music)

(Miguel whistling)

- Say, this priest sure
looks like that guy.

(melodic whistling)

(suspenseful music)

- Help me, please.

I'm a priest.

If you give me away, they'll kill me.

(saxophone music)

(suspenseful music)

- I'm sure it was that priest.

- It couldn't have been him.

You know who she is, don't you?

(saxophone music)

(door slamming)

- You saved my life.
- The police,

no friends of mine.
- I think they've given up.

- You know what I am?
- A woman who saved my life.


- I am a prostitute.

There, what saved your
life, Priest, a prostitute.

- I'm grateful to you.

- Well, why don't you preach to me?

Don't I make you uncomfortable?

I take money from men
who go to bed with me,

any time of the day of
night, any day, any man, hmm?

Aren't you going to try
and save me, Priest?

- I needed you to save me today.

- Hypocrite!

(saxophone music)

Aren't you going to try me, Priest?

I could use the money.

At least you won't be wasting my morning.

I'll please you, I promise.

- I'm sure you must be all that you say,

but thank you, no.

If I had any money, I would give you some.

- Hypocrite!

They have chased you all out of Mexico.

No one wants you.

- But even you must want me.

You just invited me into your bed.

- But not for free.

Better go, it's time
for one of my clients.

It should be safe now.

- What is your name?

Goodbye and thank you.

- My name is Loretto.

(soft music)

You didn't say you'd pray for me.

- I'll pray for you, Loretto,

if you will pray for me.

(door slamming)

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

(car engine rumbling)

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- Now where is that Luis?

I told him to pick us
up here, not to be late!

I don't like it in the city this way.

(suspenseful music)

Oh my God, no!

- What is it, Humberto?

- El General must be on
his way to the bullfights.

- What does it matter?

- If that young idiot uses our car to...

- Not even Mitch can be that stupid.

In our car?

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- Let's go!

(loud explosion)

(men chattering)

(dramatic music)

- But they are friends of yours

and you know Miguel Pro is a priest

and you used their car?

Miguel Pro must have known.

Tell us the truth, Luis.

Miguel Pro plotted this, didn't he?

- No, no.

- But you talked it over
and he said you should be...

- I spoke to him.

- That's all we need.

- Miguel, please!

I tell you, it's crazy to leave here.

They're sure to trace the car to us.

We must get out of Mexico
City as soon as possible.

It's dangerous here!
- Yes Humberto, I know,

but his grandmother is dying.

I must go to her.

Don't worry, I'll be back.

- No, not here.

Go to Concepcion to Senora Altera's.

I'll send word to here.

- Now sir, come, quickly!

(loud slapping)

- Don't be any longer than necessary.

Senora Altera, Roberto
and I will meet you there.

Anna is safe

where she stays now.
- Come!

(speaks in Latin)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(all gasping)

(dramatic music)

(glass shattering)

- This is the boy?

- Yes, sir.
- You saw him bring

the priest to his grandmother's house?

When you went there to get him,

was his brother there too?

Well young man, you must try to remember

everything you heard
them say, you understand?


Here, get out.

Come, come, what did they say?

(door slamming)

I think that they said Concepcion.

- Senora Altera, did you
hear them say that name?

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

(loud knocking)

(dramatic music)

What do you want to do with them, General?

- Huh?

Hold a quick investigation,
then shoot them!

- But there is some doubt.

There's only the car
and the brothers claim

it was stolen.

- Look, I'm not interested
in a long trial.

You can prove that they were all involved

in this assassination attempt, can't you?

- But there is a great
popular feeling, General.

The reporter from the New
York Press is still here

and he may write about
this in such a way that...

- I can't help that!

- But you know General,
the Argentine ambassador

has (faint speaking) and
the ambassador from Peru

has also expressed...

- All right, all right!

Now that they're captured,
they just don't seem

that important anymore.

We'll let the young
one go, I'll exile him,

but the priest and his brother, no!

- The people won't like
a summary execution.

- Well, do you think I like it?

But I have all of Mexico to think about.

Now that's all!


- Si, General?

- What is he like, this priest?

- Just another priest.

- I want to talk to him.

Bring him here.

- Si, General.

(tense music)

(loud knocking)

- Wait outside.

(soft music)

Sit down, sit down.

(soft music)

Sit down.

Oh, can I offer you something?

- Thank you, no.

- My friend, why have you done this to me?

You make a monster of me.

Why do you force me to do
things I do not like to do?

- You do not like shooting me?

- Why, no!

If you had left Mexico
like so many others,

I would not have to shoot you.

- But my work was here, in my own country.

- Miguel, there's a right
time for all things.

It's not the time to
be a priest in Mexico.

- To me, it was the most important time.

General, do you really
believe that you can wipe away

a man's religious beliefs overnight?

- And why not?

For too many years, the
church had a stranglehold

on our people.

Ah, superstitions, fears.

It was every weapon they
could lay their hand on

and with these weapons, they
held everyone in bondage,

a bondage worse than slavery!

- You may be right, but let's
be honest with each other.

What kind of freedom
are you offering them?

- Their own brains.

A new generation will grow up educated.

They will use their brains to think!

They won't have some
priest thinking for them.

- No, so you can think for them instead.

A great pity.

- Don't waste your pity.

Your kind is finished.

The young want no part of you.

Today, tomorrow, the future
belongs to the young.

Can't you see that?

You have nothing to offer them.

- No General, the only thing I can see,

perhaps I was not the
one to offer it to them.

- Miguel, Miguel, look, I
really don't want to shoot you.

Let's make a sensible deal.

- A deal?

- Yes, give me your
word that you'll give up

being a priest and I'll let you go free.

- Could you give up being yourself?

- Then you're gonna force
me to shoot you, huh?

- I ask you only one great favor.

Let my brothers go free,
they are not priests.

- Your youngest brother is already free.

The other, no.

- Please!
- No!

He plotted too much against the state.

Miguel, have you no fear of death?

- Not if the Lord feels
my work here is done.

- The Lord, the Lord.

I've lost my patience with you.


You're a fool not to take my offer.

Guard, take him away!

Miguel Pro!

What a pity you went into the priesthood.

You would have made a great general.

- With all due respect General,

maybe you would have made a great pope.


- It's time.

You understand that through all this,

I have only been doing
my duty as an officer,

subject to my superiors.

- I too am subject to a superior.

- But they tell me you
make jokes with the gods.

- Not very good ones.

Besides, you will have the last laugh.

- I will not laugh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Miguel?

Please, Father.

I ask you to forgive me.

- I do.

(tense music)

(soft music)

(tense music)

Do not be afraid, Humberto.

- I'm not afraid, Miguel.

(guns banging)

(horse whinnying)

(tense music)

- 30,000, isn't that
what you said, Marinos?

30,000 mourners for a little priest.

Well, it's all over now, he's dead.

They will forget.

- Will they, General?

♪ One drop of rain for a dusty summer ♪

♪ Doesn't seem like a beginning ♪

♪ But joined by a crowd,
they make up a cloud ♪

♪ And showers fall sweet and free ♪

♪ One grain of sand is tumbled
and tossed by the ocean ♪

♪ But joined by his brothers ♪

♪ Then by some others and soon ♪

♪ They can hold back the sea ♪

♪ A little voice singing all alone ♪

♪ Joined by a friend and a chorus ♪

♪ Growing in ♪