Juan Miranda:
What kinda work you do for the German? Listen, I asked you a question. What do you do for the German?
John H. Mallory:
I've been looking for silver.
Juan Miranda:
Silver? You know something? I don't understand you. I don't understand how you waste your time and your holy water looking for silver. To me, that's a sin.
John H. Mallory:
Do you have any better ideas?
Juan Miranda:
Si, I think gold is better than silver.
John H. Mallory:
Ah, there isn't any gold in these hills.
Juan Miranda:
Oh ho, yes there is! In Mesa Verde.
John H. Mallory:
Mesa Verde? It's a city.
Juan Miranda:
Of course it's a city! Who ever heard of having a bank in the country, huh?
John H. Mallory:
Uh huh. A bank?
Juan Miranda:
Not "a bank." *The bank!* The most beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, gorgeous, magnificent bank in the whole world! When you stand before the bank and you see it has the gates of gold, like it was the gates of heaven. And when you go inside, everything, *everything* is gold! Gold spittoons, gold handles, and money, money, money is everywhere. And you know, I know 'cause I saw this when I was eight years old. I went there with my father. He tried to rob the bank, but they caught him. But they will never catch me, eh, Papa?
Papa Miranda:
Right.
Juan Miranda:
Listen, Firecracker. Now you listen to me... listen, why don't you come with me, eh? And we will work together... and we will become rich.
[chuckles]
Juan Miranda:
What the hell is your name?
John H. Mallory:
[wearily]
Seán...
Juan Miranda:
What?
John H. Mallory:
John.
Juan Miranda:
What is your name?
John H. Mallory:
John.
Juan Miranda:
[laughs]
That's fantastic, that is incredible, eh! My name is Juan and yours is John! It's Juan and John, eh? Heh, heh!
John H. Mallory:
So what?
Juan Miranda:
What do you mean, "So what?" Can't you understand that is... that is... the... oh... ah... destiny.
[John remembers his girlfriend and friend]
