lead me to your daughter, don emilio. ( villagers murmuring ) draw your gun, don emilio, and la curandera dies. yes. i'd die... but she dies first. you'll regret this, raf-- ( villagers murmuring ) here you go. for a fella don't know anything about guns, you're doing pretty well. you go on, take care of your wife. i'll take over here. howd rraaaaahh! aa-aaah! a curse... has descended upon me! aah! mother, i am your servant. curse them, my mother! command me! mother, command me! curandera... i listen. spare my grandson, please. yes. curandera: i obey. i obey, mother. deeper than deep, blacker than black. infamy... strikes this house tonigh trespasses... man, woman, child or beast... she needs esperanza now. yeah. hold tight for a second. ( wife cries out ) - it is time. - yeah. here i go. ( villagers gasp ) don't do it. there's a lot of people here. i can't take the chance of a shootout. somebody's liable to get hit, and it ain't gonna be me. just take your pistols outut very carefully and drop 'em on the ground. now. thank you, sir. the woman ininhere gonna have a baby, lady. without you,