Wild Bunch. The Page #4

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What the hell is going--

Damned old punk! Bastard!

Get up now! Get up there, goddamn it!

Help!

Get over here! Help!

What's the matter with you, old man?

Leave him alone!

He'll get us all killed!|I'm going to get rid of him.

No you're not! We're sticking together,|like it used to be.

When you side with a man, you stay with|him. If you can't, you're an animal!

You're finished!

We're finished! All of us!

Mount up.

Appears Brother Pike needs help.

That Brother Pike and the old man Sykes...

...makes a man wonder if it ain't time...

...to pick up his chips|and find another game.

How can you side anybody|when you can't get on your horse?

That was a fine talk you gave the boys|about sticking together.

That Gorch came near killing me.

Or me him.

Damned old fool like me's|not worth taking along!

-We started together, we'll end together.|-That's how I see it.

That's the way it's always been with me.

Sorry about Deke.

I never figured him that way.

Back there in Starbuck...

...how did my boy do?

Your boy?

Crazy Lee?

Yes, C.L., Clarence Lee.

My daughter's boy.|Not too bright, but a good boy.

I kill 'em now? I kill 'em now?

No, you just hold them here.

Why didn't you say he was your grandson?

You had enough things on your mind.

Besides, he had to pull his own weight|like the rest of us.

I just wanted to make sure he didn't|let you down, run, when things got hot.

He did fine.

Just fine.

All clear!

From here on it's Mexico, Mr. Thornton.

What's the closest town of any size?

Agua Verde.

What's in Agua Verde?

Mexicans, what else?

A headquarters for regulars|fighting against Villa.

Mapache territory.

Don't we follow?

No, we go back and wait.

We're supposed--

Shut up!

Why won't you tell your folks|to feed them dogs?

Won't find very much around here.|That damn Huerta's scraped it clean.

I have invited you to my village.

Any disrespect to my family|or to my people...

...I will kill you.

Ashamed of having us meet your people?

Yes. They don't know about|my life when I leave the village.

You got a sister?

I'd be proud to make her acquaintance...

...and that of your mama too.

That goes for your grandma too, sonny.

How bad was it?

Seven of the villagers were killed.|Two of them hung.

Our horses, cattle and corn, stolen.

What about the federal troops?|Didn't they protect you?

They were federal troops...

...commissioned by the traitor, Huerta.

And the soldier who shot my father?

What was his name?

-What does it matter?|-Your father died like a man.

The names are not important.

How was he called?

Mapache.

That is name enough.

In Mexico...

...these are the years of sadness.

But if we had...

...rifles like these....

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