:04:02
What's California like?
Are the lndians troublesome?
:04:05
- No.
- Then who is there to fight?
:04:07
No one.
:04:08
Then what will you do with
this spur ofyours, my cockerel?
:04:15
This.
:04:21
Leave it there.
:04:24
And when you see it, think of me,
:04:26
in a land of gentle missions,
happy peons, sleepy caballeros,
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and everlasting boredom.
:04:32
Wine!
:04:38
A toast, señores. To California,
:04:42
where a man can only marry, raise fat
children, and watch his vineyards grow.
:05:07
- How are the vineyards? Bearing well?
- By some miracle the grapes remain sweet.
:05:12
Why so gloomy?
:05:14
People cannot sing
with hatred in their hearts, señor.
:05:17
- Hatred for whom?
- The alcalde, may his soul burn in hell.
:05:22
The alcalde? A kinder,
better man never lived.
:05:26
You don't know him, señor.
:05:28
I should know him. He's my father.
:05:32
Well... I said it, and I won't deny it.
:05:36
I've taken 20 lashes before
for a slip ofthe tongue.
:05:41
Row, row. Get me to shore.
:05:45
(# guitarmusic andsinging)
:05:53
- Buenos días, señor.
- Buenos días.
:05:55
- I'm honoured. How can I serve you?
- A glass ofyour best wine.