The Professionals Page #4

headache. And so would you.

And so would you.

So wouldn't it be more sensible

if we both kept our heads, huh?

Put down your gun.

If I did that, how do I know

that you would still be friendly?

Do I gotta kill you

to prove I like you?

Your gun, mister.

That's why I like this fool,

because he's intelligent.

- Behave!

- Behave. Let it drop.

That's why I like this one,

because he's so intelligent.

Thattaboy.

Come on, buddy.

Let it go already.

He's a good man after all.

You have to get over this habit

of losing your pants.

- It's not dignified.

- It's draughty too.

- Don't worry. This time I'll do it.

- This time we need them.

You all right?

Makes you wonder

how we ever beat the Indians.

Thanks.

Interesting pass.

You should see it from upside down.

If we hightail it out of here in a hurry,

that doorway could save us hours.

It's the same shortcut for Raza.

Not if you rig it

so we slam that door in his face.

Yeah?

I'll take the first watch.

If it isn't hot, it's cold.

If it isn't cold, it's raining.

How bad is that horse?

- Not too good. No bottom.

- We could all do with a rest.

Yeah.

- A shave would be a relief.

- So would a bath.

Might as well throw in a woman.

Any size, any age, any colour.

Any woman.

Mr. D...

...whatever got a loving man like you

in the dynamite business?

I'll tell you. I was born

with a powerful passion to create.

I can't write, I can't paint,

I can't make up a song.

- So you explode things.

- That's how the world was born.

Biggest damn explosion ever.

Dynamite in the hands of a fool

means death.

In this case it could mean life. Ours.

If we're lucky...

...and get back to this rattrap,

it'll be touch-and-go.

All you gotta do is light this fuse.

You got 10 seconds to run like hell.

And then dynamite, not faith,

will move that mountain into this pass.

Peace, brother.

That track is the main line

to Mexico City.

According to this, Grant's railroad spur

branches off three miles up.

Beyond those hills... the hacienda.

Supply train.

- Government troops.

- Well, look here.

Raza.

Throw it!

Pull it!

- How are you, man?

- Good, chief. Thank you.

- Are they all Reds?

- Yes, Captain, they all are.

Well, you know what to do.

- Justice.

- Shut up!

The men on that train are Colorados.

Expert marksmen.

Also expert at torture.

Years ago, they burned and looted

a town of 3000 people.

When they finished, 40 were left.

Fardan's wife was one of the lucky 40.

"Why are you a revolutionary?"

They asked her.

"To rid the world of scum like you,"

she said.

They stripped her naked...

...ran her through the cactus

until her flesh was...

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