Guns for San Sebastian

Get away.

Pick him up.

Stop.

This man is in the house of God.

This is Leon Alastray.

A rebel, a thief and a murderer.

I order you to turn him over to me.

Only God gives orders here.

Come on, pick him up!

Leave him!

The house of God is a sanctuary for all men.

So, we're talking Latin now.

Very well. Fine.

I'll bring you someone who speaks it even better than you.

Ah, it's a great honor, Monsignor.

Father Joseph, you have done a most Christian deed

in giving sanctuary to a sinner.

A sinner I may say who has sinned against the governor.

Even against the king himself.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

But the custom of sanctuary, although sanctified by time,

has grown somewhat out of date.

Try to understand, Father Joseph,

we cannot impede justice.

Calleja: Look, Father, this man's a rebel.

What's more, he's a deserter.

So, he concerns only the army.

I must request that you deliver him to us.

But it was God who offered this man refuge, Your Excellency.

How can we turn him out?

Father Joseph...

We can be concerned with his soul,

but his body, let the captain take care of it.

If the States' rights

are greater than those of the church,

if the king is more powerful than God…

No one is suggesting that.

Captain Calleja,

you must be patient.

We will find a way to see that justice is done.

Meantime, surround the monastery.

Once more, Father Joseph,

you have followed the dictates of your heart

which truly loves all men.

The church is very proud of you.

Very proud.

But such a big city as ours,

it offers so few opportunities for such an eager soul as yours.

We have decided to send you to San Sebastian.

Do you know the place?

Father Ignacio, a Franciscan like yourself is in charge.

For a long time, we have been without news from him.

Take him your Apostolic Flame.

Let God's will be done.

Our thoughts will go with you.

Father Joseph, I have the governor's promise

that Leon Alastray will have a fair trial.

I swear it.

Do not impede the justice of the state.

And I promise His Excellency will revoke his decision

to send you to San Sebastian.

I will try to be worthy of my task there.

Well, merchant, what do we have here?

Nothing but pottery, I swear by the Virgin.

Well, move on.

Here is a priest.

Quite a load, Father.

- You're going some place? - San Sebastian.

San Sebastian? Never heard of it.

Excuse me, Father, not that we mistrust you,

but it's orders.

Father Joseph: Can you tell me what happened, my son?

Guard: We are looking for a group of rebels.

Three of them have already been arrested or killed,

the fourth one has found refuge in a monastery.

Father Joseph: Oh, I see.

That's why priests come under suspicion.

Guard: Let's see under the canvas.

Father Joseph: You'll find some food for the road,

hay for my burro and a little straw.

Guard: Is that all you have in your cart?

Father Joseph: Yes. That's all that I have in my cart.

Well, Father, move on and have a good trip.

Thank you, my son. And God watch over you.

My son, this is the last village before the long desert begins.

Fortunately, I know a priest here

who will give me a bed for the night.

Good.

I'm sure he'll welcome you too.

No, thanks, I, uh, I know a good bed.

Well...

I guess this is the parting of the ways, huh?

Oh.

May God watch over you, my son.

Thank you.

Well...

Goodbye.

Oh.

You really going to that godforsaken place?

No place is godforsaken.

Wait until you see San Sebastian.

Hey,

are they sending you there because, because of me?

There might be a connection.

Then you're a fool.

Perhaps.

But what should I have done?

You should've handed me over to the governor.

God placed your life in my hands

and I obeyed his will.

Then God is a fool too.

No, God must see some good in you.

Though I grant he has very sharp eyes too see it.

Well, tell him to keep his eyes shut tonight.

Come, Leon, wake up. Wake up, hm?

Come on.

Will you let me sleep?

Ohh.

Oh, just a minute, Leon. Just a minute.

Listen, listen.

I wasted enough of my life in this dreadful place.

And the governor...

Well, he and I...

Even before I became a widow.

Well, uh…

The good news is I'm marrying the governor next month.

That was a fast promotion.

And of course the governor will be persuaded

to give you a pardon.

That's nice.

And there will be a fine position for you.

Mm?

Hey.

Did you, did you see an old, an old priest, he was...

- He stayed here last night. - Father Joseph?

- Yes, that's right. - He's just down the road.

Oh. Oh, thank you.

Priest! Hold on!

Leon: Wait!

- Well, good morning, my son. - Listen...

- Listen, old man. - What a magnificent surprise.

I came to tell you, listen, old man.

I must keep going, my son.

I still have a long ways to go, you know?

Listen to me. Don't go to San Sebastian.

The Yaqui's will cut you to pieces.

They will play ball with your head.

- That is for God to decide. - Look, old man...

That cart will never make it!

That mule's gonna die, and you will die!

The buzzards will eat you.

If you had listened to me,

we wouldn't be in this, in this hell-hole!

You are an idiot!

I should've let you come alone.

I should've let you die.

What the hell am I doing here?

Your trouble, my son,

is that you're a tormented man.

I'm hot, I'm thirsty, and I'm stupid to be here.

- My son. - What?

Here, put this on.

It will protect you from the sun.

Thank you.

And who knows, perhaps it will bring you a little faith.

Hey! Oh, I had plenty of faith the other night.

Hey, priest, do you wanna hear my confession?

No, thank you.

Come on, it'll make you feel ten years younger!

- Or perhaps older! - Yeah.