Viva Zapata!

I was sent to the state of Morelos.
Careful. The smell of a mare came in
on the wind and he's restless.

So am I.
- The people told me...
- Don't believe what people tell you.

Hey. Hey you!

- Come on, eat.
- Go on, eat.

ZAPATA: Madero?
PABLO: Yeah, remember?

I read to you about him.
- You promised to teach me to read.
PABLO: I will. I will!

Let's talk to this man more about
Madero. Maybe he has a letter.

Anybody can write a letter, even you.
I like the look of his eyes.

- Then go and talk to him.
- I can't.

- Why not?
- Not now.

I know why.
I want you to go to Madero
and tell me what you see.

- Me? He's in Texas!
- Then go to Texas.

- How far is it?
- Who knows? Go and see.

- I've never been out of our state.
- Now you will be.

I want you to go see
if we can trust him.

I like his face.
But a picture is only a picture.
- When do you want me to go?
- Now.

- Now?
- Right now, cinch up.

If you like what you see,
tell him about our troubles here.

And tell him that we recognize him
as a leader against Diaz.

- Where is he going?
- What?

- Where is he going?
- I don't know. He didn't say.

- Now where is he going?
EUFEMIO: I don't know. He didn't say.