Wild Bunch. The Page #5

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And Teresa? Did they molest her?

She went with them|because she wished to.

She became the woman of Mapache...

...and the others.|She went with them, laughing.

Drunk with wine and love.

To him, Teresa was a goddess,|to be worshipped from afar.

I tell you, she was a mango...

...ripe and waiting.

Angel dreams of love|and Mapache eats the mango.

That's a good trick.

Now that I find hard to believe.

Not so hard.

We all dream of being a child again.

Even the worst of us.

Perhaps the worst most of all.

You know what we are, then?

Yes, just so, the both of you!

And you!

Where is Mapache?

All right, Pike? All right?

Tector, let's swap!

Come on, let's swap!

You must tell me. Where is Mapache?

Why do you wish to know?

For your father?

Or the whore?

Either you learn to live with it...

...or we'll leave you here.

I go with you.

You know what I'm going to do?|Steal his girl.

You are?

Here I go.

Dutch, I'm cutting in.

Come on, lady!

No gringos?

Only federales.

All soldiers...

...not a bounty hunter in sight.

Now, what the hell is that?

Atencin!

I saw one just like it in Waco.

Run on steam?

No, on alcohol or gasoline.

You know what I heard?

I heard they got one of those things|up north that can fly.

That was a balloon, you damned old fool.

No, the old man's right.

They've got motors and wings|and go 60 miles in less than an hour.

Going to use them in the war.

Let's talk to the General...

...about his automobile|and our extra horses.

Nice and easy.

Do you know these Americans, General?

No, I don't know any Americans,|and these men even less.

Six beers, please.

Probably talking about us|behind our backs.

I'm down to about twenty in silver.

Since the Generalsimo cleaned out|this area, he ought to have a lot to spare.

Generalsimo, hell.

He's just another bandit|grabbing all he can for himself.

Like some others I could mention.

Not so as you'd know it.

We ain't nothing like him.|We don't hang nobody.

I hope someday these people kick|the scum like him into their graves.

We will.

If it takes forever!

General!

Look what I brought you.

-What a beautiful horse!|-It's for you.

For me?

It's my gift to you.

A thoroughbred.

Send him off to mate with my mare.

Then he'll be in shape to mate|with all the other mares.

And you, pretty brunette, come with me.

Look here.

Good looking old pony, ain't he?

Boy, do you know those beauties?

You left the village.

So what?

I left your stinking village...

...so I would not starve.

Look at me now, I'm happy.

Very happy.

I'm living with the big boss|of this place...

...General Mapache.

Come on.

She was my woman.

I know.

Sure ain't your woman no more.

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