All language subtitles for 1960-1966 Return of the Seven 豪勇七蛟龍續集

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(IN SPANISH) Hide.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN SPANISH)
What did he mean, "hide"?

(IN SPANISH)
It must have
been the sun.

(IN SPANISH)
The sun didn't
tie his hands.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Chico.

No, Chico. No.

No.

(IN SPANISH)
Drive them into the square.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(DRUM BEATING)

CROWD: Ol�!

Ol�! Ol�!

(APPLAUSE)

CROWD: Ol�! Ol�!

Hello, Chris.

Vin.

Thought you took a job
ridin' shotgun for Overland.

I quit.

How come?

My health.

Doctor said
to find a climate with
less lead in the air.

What are you doing here?

Tracked a man
across the line
for bounty.

Who?

CROWD: Ol�!

You.

Well, ain't you gonna ask?

What?

Why I'm after ya.

You just told me. Bounty.

Hell, Chris,
you think I'd do
a thing like that?

I came so you'd know
there was a price
on your head.

How much?

Five hundred.

Dollars?

Pesos.

Hell, it's enough some shypoke
might throw down on you
while you're asleep.

Maybe I oughta ride with ya,
in case you need any help.

Wouldn't want
to put you
to any trouble.

No trouble.

No trouble at all.

Bravo!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hell, let him fight.

I'll pay for the bull.

?Y pagar?s el entierro?

He wants to know
if you'll pay
for the funeral, too.

(COINS JANGLE)

CROWD: Ol�!

Ol�!

Aha! Aha!

Friend of yours?

Petra.

I prayed you'd be here.

What is it, Petra?
What happened?

Two days ago,
many men with guns
rode into our village.

Chico tried to fight them.
It was no use.

All the men
they did not kill,

they drove
into the square

and took them off
into the desert.

Coming here,
we passed through
two villages,

both of them empty of men.

Only women,
crying over their dead.

You say many men with guns.

How many?

I don't know.
Fifty, maybe more.

They didn't say anything?
Where they were
taking them? Why?

Nothing.

What do you
make of it, Chris?

I don't know.

We can't fight
a whole army of 'em.

Chico would, if it was
the other way round.

Chico's a fool.

Because he laid
his gun aside, married Petra,
tried to amount to something?

?Vamos esta noche, se?or,
o ma?ana?

What did he say?

He wants to know if we are
going after them tonight,
or in the morning.

It's a big country.
Findin' 'em could
take a long time.

Hell, I haven't been going
anywhere for ten years.

Either have you.

Ain't it the truth.

Take them to my room.
They can sleep there.

Where are you headin'?

To get help.

Findin' men ain't
gonna be easy.

Depends where you look.

What about this one?

He stole a pig, se?or.

A pig?
Yes.

I can let you have
him very cheap.

This one?

He caught his wife
with another man.

Both of them.

This one is worth
many pesos, se?or.

But if I were you...

Open it.

Se?or...

Open.

Hello, Frank.

Chris.

Haven't seen you around.

Haven't been around.
Been in here.

He killed four men
in a gunfight.

That's a fact.

How would you
like to get out?

I'm listenin'.

Friend of mine's in trouble.

How much trouble?

About as much as you are.

How many guns
you up against?

Fifty. Maybe more.

Anybody on your side?

How much?

The risk is very great, se?or.

A hundred pesos?

CHRIS: Fifty.

He killed four men.

I could make it five.

Fifty.

Where'll I find you?

At the hotel.

We're riding south
in the morning.
You got a horse?

No. I'll get one.

He is not very friendly.

I'm not hiring friends.

LUIS: Are you going to
talk all night?

If you had any respect
for a condemned man,

you'd keep quiet
and let him spend
his last hours in peace.

He is going to be shot
in the morning.

What'd he do?

Huh! What didn't he do?

That is Luis Emilio Delgado.

I take it you did not
understand me, se?or.

You are Luis Delgado.

You know me?

Heard of you.

Did I not tell you
I was famous?

That is his last request.

You don't know how good
that makes a man feel.

I can imagine.

I mean you knowing
my name, who I am.

For years
I have said to myself
"Luis, the day will come

when you'll not have
to ride in the dust
of others,

when everyone will know
who you are."

"There'll not be a train
or a village robbed
that people will not say

'The one who robbed
from us was el bandido
Luis Emilio Delgado."'

And just when I was about
to amount to something,
this had to happen.

What will people think of me
when they find out I was shot
for killing one man?

One stinking little man.

I have killed a dozen
in a single day. More.

I tell you, se?or,
there is no justice.

What if they
don't find out?

But they will.

Not if you ride
south with me.

Against 50 guns, maybe more?
The odds are not good.

Better than you'll have
against that wall tomorrow.

You've got a point.

CHRIS: Well?

What is the pay?

Whatever it takes
to get you out.

Fair enough.

How much?

But, se?or, I cannot.

A hundred pesos.

They will stand me
against the wall...

200.

I have a wife,
six little ones...

250.

Three.
But I cannot let him go.

He will have to escape.

Unlock it.

Un momento, se?or.

Do you mind if I escape
first thing in the morning?

(GUNSHOTS)

(ARGUING IN SPANISH)

Hello, Chris.

It's gettin' so a fella can't
find an unattached woman
anywhere hardly.

Let's get out of here.

Whew!

That was a close one, huh?

So was the last time.
And the time before that.

When'll you
ever learn,
Colbee?

How'd I know
she was married?

Women ain't like cattle,
with a brand to let you know
they're another man's stock.

How would you like to use
that gun belt for more than
just holding up your pants?

A village was raided,
a friend of mine
taken prisoner. I need help.

Well, I'd like to
give you a hand, Chris,
but...

They took all the men,
drove them into the desert.

I ain't been gettin'
much sleep lately.

Took off all
the men, you say?

Two days ago.

You mean there's
a village full of women

and no one there to help
them with their plantin'
and their harvestin'?

No husbands?

No husbands.

The hell you say.

(FRENZIED SHOUTING)

How'd you do?

They any good?

They're alive.

Hey!

Hey, what the hell
do you think you're doin'?

Basta con el peque?o.

He said the little one
had enough.

But I had my money
bet on him.

You lost.

Why, you...

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(SILENCE)

The little one's had enough.

Touch that gun,
I'll kill you.

Are you all right?

Si, se?or.

(SHOUTING)

Se?or... Me Ilamo Manuel.

Yo he oido
que busca pistoleros.

?Podria Ilevarme?

He says his name is Manuel.
He heard we were
looking for fighters.

He'd like to come along.

You're gonna take him?

For luck.

Counting Chico,
that makes seven.

(GUNSHOTS)

Buenos dias.
It's a lovely day, no?

You're late.

I overslept.

(GUNSHOTS)

Let's get the hell
outta here.

Gracias.

Coffee?
Oh.

Don't mind if I do.
Don't mind at all.

You'd never know
she's around, would you,
quiet like she is?

Had me a quiet woman once.

Outside she was
calm as Sunday.

Inside she was wild
like mountain scenery.

I'm gonna ride back
that way again
one of these days.

Where's that?

Sonora Town.

I was there once.

Once?

You mean you didn't go back?

For what?

Well, there's over ten head
of females for every male
in Sonora, that's for what.

And I oughta know.
I went through over
half of 'em one night.

And woulda got around
to the rest of 'em if
I hadn't pulled a leg muscle.

I was buckin' horses
this side of the line and
sellin' 'em tame up in Deming.

Now, a good amount
of 'em was no more
than hoorah girls,

but the way I look at it,
a woman's a woman.

Ain't that right, Frank?

You talk too much, Colbee.

Since when
can a man talk too much
about a woman?

Since when?
CHRIS: Colbee.

You take the first watch.

But you said
Vin was a'gonna.

I changed my mind. Go on.

You didn't have
to do that, Chris.

I wouldn't push him
into a fight,
if that's what you think.

If you had, you might have
been in trouble. He's fast.

Fast as you are?

I'd hate to have to
live on the difference.

I'll remember that.

Do that.

I wonder why the hell
they took Chico
and them others off.

Damned if I know.

Time we get to the village,
blowsand will have
covered up any tracks.

If we strike out blind,
we don't stand a chance
of findin' 'em.

Petra said there were
two other villages raided.

That means they took
close to 300 prisoners.

Only one way to move
that many men on foot
in the desert.

Like cattle.

From one water hole
to the other.

Well, that don't
narrow it down
too awful much.

Lotta cow trails
between here
and the Sierra Madre.

Herds moving
on them every day.

Word gets round.

What do we do
in the meantime?

Drop Petra and the boy
off at the village and
start riding a wide circle.

See if we can
cut their trail.

That could take one hell
of a long time.

I know.
I haven't been goin'
anywhere for ten years.

Vin, if you have to
worry about something,

worry about what happens after
we find Chico and the others,
not if we find them.

I never thought
I'd come back.

Vin, Colbee.
Cut him down.

Get 'em out of here.

Ll�vatelos de aqui.

(GUNSHOT)

(DOGS BARKING)

(IN SPANISH) He escaped -
and see what they did.

My poor little one.

CHRIS: The Devil's Spine.

It ranges from
the headwaters of the Concho,
north to the border.

According to the woman,
her husband escaped
from a village about here.

That's where they're holding
Chico and the others.

Did he say why?

He wasn't there
long enough to find out.

But there ain't no village
between the Devil's Spine
and the Concho.

That's what the man said.

He was a long time
in the desert, Chris.

He coulda been
out of his head,
got turned around.

He found his way here,
didn't he?

I'll catch up the horses.

We'll leave in the morning.

Ride out tonight,
we could save time.

Use up our animals,
we'll be on foot.

We'll leave in the morning.

Better get some sleep.

You too, Colbee.

I wish to hell
I knew for sure.

Knew what?

If I'm here because
Chico's a friend,

or if I'm just on the prod
for a fight like Frank.

Killin' can get
inside of you.

And you think
that's happened to you.

Why else would I be here?

Sure, Chico's a friend
of mine, but...

Hell, I don't even know
his last name.

Neither do I.

Don't it make you wonder?

No.

How the hell come, Chris?

Because in all the years
I've made my way with a gun,

I never once shot a man
just to see him fall.

That time ever comes,

I throw my guns
in the water bucket
and ride out.

So will you.

Who does he belong to?

His parents are dead.

Chico looks after him
like he was his own.

Chris, why would they take
Chico and the others away?

I don't know.

Maybe if you went
to the Rurales,

asked for help.

It wouldn't do any good.

But they are supposed
to protect us.

Have they ever?
No.

They never will.

Because we are poor.

Because we cannot pay them.

That's true, isn't it?

Maybe someday
it'll be different.

And in the meantime?

We do what we can.

And die.

There's always that.

Chris.

No matter what happens,
we will never forget you,
and the others.

That's all a man can ask.

If you ask me, we oughta
stayed on back there
and given them women a hand.

They're gonna fall
behind in their plantin'
and ploughin'.

So will you, Colbee.
So will you.

How come you're
still along, Luis?

Thought once you got clear
of that firing squad,
you'd head for the hills.

So did I.

What changed your mind?

Well, I had
a long talk with myself.

I said
"Luis, in all the years
that I've known you,

you've not done one thing
for anyone but yourself."

"Not one. And it's
about time that you did."

"Where would you be if it
was not for the poor farmers
you've stolen from?"

"You would be nothing.
Help these poor people,

and you'll be
able to ride proud,
with your head high up."

If somebody
don't blow it off.

Then I would die
in good company.

Hell, Chris there,
he's been killin'
for ten years.

Vin, about half that time.

Colbee, he hunts
other men's wives
between gun jobs.

Manuel's nothin'
but a chicken thief.

And you?

I'm no better than they are.

But you're still along.

You coulda run
for the hills,
same as me.

I got my reason
for stayin'.

And it don't have one damn
thing to do with friendship,
or helpin' poor farmers.

Buenas tardes,
compadre Lorca.

Buenas tardes, compadre.

Have you seen the priest?
He was looking for you.

Again?

He heard
about the killings.

He said we should have
tried to reason with them.

Reason?
Did I build an empire
upon reason?

Did we reason with renegades,
bandits, corrupt officials?

But these are not renegades,
nor bandits.

Nor are they corrupt.

You never tire
of being my conscience.

"The strong must be
generous to the weak."

You know who made up
that rule? The weak.

Francisco, I have
to talk to you.

Two workers were
killed last night.

They were trying to escape.

But you have no right.

Look, Father.
I know your feelings
for these people.

But would it be a more
honorable death if they
fell pulling a plough?

The Church cannot sanction...

Sanction?
You wanted a church.

You couldn't pray it
into existence
so you came to me.

You chose this place,
these methods.

For a reason.

What reason can there be
for killing in cold blood,
Francisco?

You wouldn't understand.

I understand murder, slavery.

Look, Father.
I set out to rebuild
this church, this village,

and that is
what I'm going to do,
with or without your blessing.

I cannot stand by
and let this go on,
Francisco.

Nothing says
you have to stay.

Everything says
I have to stay.

He is right, Father.
You should leave this place.

I can't.

You mean you won't.

I mean I can't.

Buenas tardes, se?or.

Buenas tardes.

What can we do for you?

A friend of mine.

You're holding him prisoner.

I want him.
And all the others.

Just like that.

Just like that.

You are either a very stupid
or a very brave man, se?or.

One word from me
and you would be dead.

That'll make two of us.

There are five Winchesters
pointed at your head.

Professionals.

Professionals.

Perhaps we should
have a little talk.

We just did.

Father, you'd better
get Francisco.

Don't move, Father.

You would kill a priest?

Only if I have to.

(LAUGHS) Same old Chris.
I might have known
you'd be along.

It's good to...

Whatever you and
your men are being paid,

I'll double it.
I'll triple it.

Same old Lorca.

Come. We will talk.

Can't do that.

That's the only thing
you can do.

You're six against 60.
Don't expect these
farmers to help you.

They have
no stomach to fight.

No?

No.

Kill him.

Go on. Kill him.

You've killed others.

But they didn't have guns.

They had guns three years ago

when 200 men gave up
their lives inside the walls
of this church.

Gave up their lives
to rid this country
of tyranny.

Do you think
it concerns these farmers

that I tracked bandits
across miles of desert and
fought them on this ground

while they hid under
their straw beds?

Mis hijos.

My sons.
Tall, erect, like two
well-bred stallions.

They're buried here
with the others.

No longer will their graves
be marked by ruins.

This church, this village,
will be a monument for those
who fought so well.

A monument built
with the sweat and blood
of those who never fight.

I'll prove it to you. Lopez.

Do as he says.

Kill him.
Francisco.

You stay
out of this, Father.

I have stayed out
of it as long as I can.

I beg you, Francisco,
before it is too late.

Before God damns you to hell
for what you are doing here.

You spared my life once.

Now I'm going to save yours.

Take your vaqueros
and ride out of here.

Ride out and don't look back.

I was wrong.

You're not
the same old Chris.

I won't let you drown your
grief in other men's blood,
if that's what you mean.

Go on.

Get out.

Pues morimos, compadre.

Muchachos!
?V?monos!

There will be a next time.

?V?monos!

He will be back.

I know.

I swore I would never
wear this again.

What a man swears
and what he does
isn't always the same.

It's good to
see you, Chris.

Good to see you, Chico.

Is it?

Lorca has
many men out there.

I've been shot at before.

But we cannot pay you
to help us, Chris.

I knew a young gun once.

He was a wild,
mostly drunk kid
when I met him.

Turned out to be a man.

Man enough
to set his gun aside,

take a wife,
try to amount to something.

He also turned out
to be a friend.

Worth dying for?

If I have to.

What about the others?

They're along for the fight.

If it wasn't this one,
it would be another.

Get up in the bell tower.
Watch off toward the cemetery.

If they come,
it'll be from there.

And Chico.

Don't get too attached
to that gun.
When this is over...

I'll throw it
in the water bucket
and ride out.

I did not know
it would come to this.

When Francisco
lost his sons

I tried to give
him consolation.

He told me he wanted
to build a monument
to those who had fallen.

I convinced him
it should be a church.

I wanted it
as much as he did.

Even more.

As God is my judge,

I have tried
to help these poor souls,
tried for so long.

I've spoken to them
of faith, of love.

They believed me.

But my words
and their prayers

have changed
nothing for them.

The children have died,
the crops have failed.

And now I have
betrayed them.

I'm not
a religious man, Father.

But I'll tell you this.

They need you.
More now than ever before.

I failed them.

You failed yourself.

Got knocked down.

Get up, Father.

At least as far
as your knees.

That's the last of 'em.
Now what?

We movin' out tonight?

We're not
moving out at all.

Catch us in the open
with 300 men on foot,
we won't have a chance.

We gonna stand it out here?

We got cover,
we got supplies.

And they have to come to us.
That cuts the odds in half.

They won't lay
out there very long.

Like as not they'll try
to get it over with
as fast as they can.

I wish to hell these
walls were higher.

They will be.

You and Frank
split the workers
in two groups.

One take the south wall,
the other take the north.

Get rocks, timbers,
adobe blocks, anything a man
can stay alive behind,

and start building.

Now?

Now.

The storm is over.

It's a long day's ride
to the hacienda, compadre.

Would you have me run
from seven guns
and those farmers?

Those cowards?

All we have left
is the ammunition
in our belts,

the water in our canteens,
and the food in our stomachs.

That is enough.

That is more than enough.

(PRAYING IN SPANISH)

?V?monos, muchachos!
Adentro.

(INAUDIBLE)

?V?monos, muchachos!
?V?monos!

I don't know about you,
but that scared
the hell outta me.

You reckon
they'll hit us again?

Just as hard as they can.

(IN SPANISH)
Bring me a horse.

Come on.

Are you
all right, compadre?

I will make them
suffer for this.

I will make them all
suffer for this.

Lopez, you may ride
to the hacienda.

Get every man
that works for me.

Every boy old enough
to carry a gun.

The farmers, the vaqueros.
Bring them all here.

But if I do that,
you will have nothing
to go back to.

The cattle will scatter
into the hills and the crops
will fail in the fields.

All you have
worked for, compadre.

All I have worked for
is buried beside that church.

My sons.

Do as I say, compadre.

Funny how your mind'll
play tricks on ya.

Up there, when they was
comin' at us, I got to
thinkin' they were husbands.

Husbands?

Ganged up on me.

Sent a shiver up my spine.

I swear, we get outta this,
I ain't ever gonna look
at another woman. Ever.

Agh!

Oh. Sorry.

Looks like they're
gonna wait for night.

They hit us in the dark,
it could get kinda hard
to stay alive in here.

We make a run for it,
we can be back at the village
in two days, maybe less.

And then what?

Make our stand there.

What about the women
and children?

Yeah.

Looks like you should have
turned me in for that bounty.

About that bounty, Chris.

There never was
a price on ya.

I just wanted to ride
along with you for a ways.

Well, maybe they'll back off.

Not Lorca.

He won't let go
till this is over
once and for good.

You seem like
you know him pretty well.

I was paid to kill him once.

Shame you didn't
get the job done.

By his sons.

His sons?

He said
they were tall, erect,
like finely bred stallions.

They weren't.

They were gentle,
like their mother.

Lorca thought
they were weak.

He rode roughshod over them
trying to make them over
in his own image.

Their mother
tried to stop him.

Died trying.

They hated him,
wanted him dead.

So they hired you.

Lorca found out about it.

He could have
had me killed.

Instead he gave me a horse,
let me ride out.

Don't know why.

Maybe he saw in you
what he never saw in his own.

Maybe.

Wonder how come
the two of 'em ended here.

Knowing Lorca,
he shamed them into it.

Then why is he building
this church for 'em?

Not for them, Vin.
For him.

He got his chance to do
the one thing he could never
do when they were alive.

Be proud of them.

What are they waiting for?

I wish now that Petra
had never found you, Chris.

That you'd never
gotten into this.

You and the others
get killed,
what good will it do?

Nothing will change.

No matter what happens here,
nothing will change.

There'll always be
someone like Lorca,

someone to push men
around like cattle.

I've seen enough of fear,
running, hiding.

When this is over,
I'm heading north
across the border.

I made my living
with a gun once.

I can do it again.

What about Petra?

Man runs out
on his own people,

doesn't leave a wife
a whole lot to be proud of.

She'll understand.

Will she?

(IN SPANISH)
Chief L?pez went
to the hacienda.

BANDIT 2: Tomorrow he'll
bring 400 guns.

BANDIT 3: If he does,
this will soon be over.

BANDIT 4: The sooner,
the better.

BANDIT 3: I agree.

You'll get that
old bird drunk,
you don't watch out.

No entiendo.

T? hacer ese p?jaro borracho.

Hey, hello, Chris. Uh...

Manuel here,
he's got somethin'
he wants to tell ya.

Go on, Manuel. Tell him.

Todo este tiempo...

No, no, no.
You tell him
what I taught ya.

Hable en ingl�s.

For a long time...

No, compadre.

What he's tryin'
to tell you, Chris,
is that

for a lotta years now
he's been knockin' around
from one village to another.

He ain't got no folks
that he can remember.

He don't even
know how old he is
except he's young and

he's been called Manuel
ever since he was knee-high
to a grasshopper.

Another thing he remembers
is that he always felt kinda
lost and lonely.

But he don't no more.
Know why?

No. Why?

Because when I was
out there stompin' around
in the rain last night,

I come across a sign
with the name of the village
on it. Something "Del Norte".

First part of it
had been burned off.

So?

So, Manuel was always
lookin' for some place
to come from,

some place he can belong to,
be proud of. Now he can.

Village ain't got no people,
he ain't got no village.

So from now on
they can call him...

Manuel from
Something Del Norte.

Yeah. It's got
a nice ring to it,
ain't it?

Yeah.

Uh, Chris. Um...

Anyhow... Think we oughta
get him outta here safe?

You know,
he ain't a whole lot
with a gun, and

they keep comin'
at us that way,
he's gonna get hurt.

Maybe we could
send him off somewheres.

If we did, I'd sure
feel a whole lot better.

What about him?

How'd he feel?

Now that he's finally
got something to belong to.

Yep...

Frank was right.

I talk too damn much.

It's Frank.

You all right?
Just a crease.

Were you tryin' to get
your head blowed off?

It's my head.

You get yourself killed,
it won't do anybody any good.

Depends how you look at it.

What's eatin' him?

I saw you up there
on the wall this morning.

Now this.

Why?

None of your damn business.

Chris.

You never knew my wife,
did you?

We had us a place
in West Texas.

Wasn't much,
just gettin' started.

Had a herd to build,
wire to string and such.

One night
some Comanches got drunk,

jumped the reservation,
lit out, killin', burnin'...

We woke up, they was all
around the cabin - 14,
15 of 'em.

I held 'em off as long
as I could till I only
had one shell left.

Ellie screamed
at me not to let 'em
take her alive.

She'd seen what
they'd done to others.

She kept
beggin' me, beggin'...

So I...

The Comanches saw
what I'd done.

I thought they'd kill me too,
but they didn't.
They just rode off.

Next morning
I started trackin' 'em.

Killed 'em one at a time,
all the while hopin'
they'd kill me.

Five years,
I've been tryin'
to get the job done.

But it don't look like
I have to wait much longer.

I heard 'em
talkin' out there.
Lorca sent for help.

Come tomorrow he's gonna
have 200 guns, maybe more.

And he's not gonna settle
for just us, Chris.

He wants 'em all dead.

Every last one of 'em.

Se?or...

The others, they have
asked me to talk to you.

They don't want
you to die here
because of them.

Go.

While there is still time.

They will not kill us all.

Those who are left
will return to the village,

begin again.

If we are strong like you...

But we are not.
We are weak.

Too weak to fight.

You fight every day
of your lives.

You fight the land
to grow crops.

You fight to keep
a roof over your heads,
clothes on your back.

That is not the same.

The hell it's not.

We are cowards, se?or.

We are afraid
of everyone,
of everything.

Our whole life
is one of fear.

We are born with it.

We die with it.

It is our way.
It will always be our way.

Please, se?or.

We beg you.

Before it is too late.

Go, please.

You ain't
thinkin' of runnin',
are you, Chris?

He may be right.

I knew a fella once.
He was loud,
always braggin'.

Inside he was afraid
of his own shadow.

Never woulda
got over it either,

if this other fella
hadn't come along.

I'm talkin' about
that night in Texas

when you made me stand
alongside you in the street.

I remember you had to
knock me down four times

before I'd go
against them guns.

We got to do
the same for them, Chris.

We got to stand alongside
of 'em so that someday
they can stand alone.

I thought all
you did was think
about women, Colbee.

I used to be
afraid of them too.

We ain't gonna run,
are we, Chris?

Hell, no.

(MEN RECITE PRAYER IN SPANISH)

Orate, frates.

(RECITE PRAYER)

If you're thinkin'
about goin' out there,
we'd better get at it.

Those others get here,
the hills are gonna
get higher to climb.

How many men
does he have left?

I counted 30.

We could circle high around
and come at 'em from behind.

One chance in hell.

That's better
than none at all.

Saddle the horses.

I already did.

(FARMERS PRAYING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

T? qu�date aqui.

Ain't you gonna
take him with us?

He'll cover us
from the bell tower.

We'll need all
the help we can get.

He stays behind.

For luck?

For luck.

Kyrie eleison.
MEN: Kyrie eleison.

Kyrie eleison.
Kyrie eleison.

VIN: Chris.

Hey. Come on.

VIN: Chris.

Keep going.

Ya! Giddap. Ya!

Chris.

?Alto el fuego! ?Alto!

V?monos.

I got it done, Chris.

I finally...

Chris.

Kill them. Kill them.

Don't stop. Kill them.

Kill them.

(RECITES LAST RITES IN LATIN)

It was Chico's idea
to finish building
the church,

to bring all
three villages here
and make them into one.

I thought you were
heading north.

I changed my mind.

I'm ready to go, Chico.

Go where?

Well, back to get
the rest of the women.

He volunteered.

So long, Colbee.

So long, Chris.

Too bad the others
couldn't have seen this.

We'll remember them
in our prayers.

Goodbye, Chico.

Chris.

So long, Padre, Chico.

Adios.

God bless you.

I'll be damned.

I doubt that.

I doubt that very much.

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