PART FIVE
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El Topo starts to enter
the cave to stop the Small Woman, but he's too late.
Thousands and thousands
of cripples, dwarfs, undernourished children,
deformed beings pour out
of the tunnel like a turbulent river. They knock
El Topo down on the way
and run down the mountain toward the town.
The Sheriff warns the townspeople.
Armed with rifles, they
advance toward the cripples.
El Topo gets up and runs
down the mountain, trying to prevent the
massacre. He cannot arrive
soon enough. The shooting has begun.
The cave's inhabitants
are all shot down and killed.
At the mouth of the cave,
the Small Woman falls
to the ground in great
pain. She begins to give birth.
El Topo reaches the fallen
cripples. He kneels down
beside one of the children
and cries out in a bestial
scream. He rises, possessed
with a saintly rage.
A shot to his heart throws
him to the ground, but he refuses to
accept death. He
stands and advances towards the townspeople.
They shoot him again and
again, ridling his body with infinite
bleeding wounds. His body
is destroyed, but he defies death
and continues his advance.
The townspeople are terrified.
They drop their rifles
and run screaming in all directions.
El Topo picks up a rifle
and kills them one by one.
He shoots at a box of dynamite.
It explodes. A stampede of horses.
The sound of an atom bomb.
The slaves free the town.
El Topo kills the shop owner, the last survivor.
El Topo throws down his rifle, enters the shop, picks up a burning oil lamp.
He staggers out into the
street, sits on the ground in
the lotus position, and
pours the oil over his body.
Smiling, he presses the flame against his breast and immolates himself.
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The Small Woman approaches
with El Topo's son in her arms.
Brontis approaches from
the opposite direction.
They stare at the remains
of El Topo,
a heap of smoldering cinders.
Brontis, dressed like El
Topo, and the Small Woman and
her baby slowly ride away
from the town on a black horse.
Behind them they leave
a stone grave marked with a cross.
Thousands and thousands of bees swarm over the stones.
They have created a river
of honey over the grave.
THE END