All language subtitles for Return.of.the.Seven.1966.720p.BDRiP.XViD.AC3-LEGi0N_Subtitle - English

Para.

Hide.

What did he mean, "hide"?

It must have
been the sun.

The sun didn't
tie his hands.

Chico.

No, Chico. No.

No.

Drive them into the square.

Ole!

Ole! Ole!

Ole! Ole!

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?

Ole!

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!

Hell, let him fight.

I'll pay for the bull.

- Y pagaras el entierro?

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

Ole!

Ole!

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, senor,
o manana?

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, senor.

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, senor.

But if I were you...

Open it.

Senor...

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, senor.

A hundred pesos?

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.

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, senor.

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, senor,
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.

Well?

What is the pay?

Whatever it takes
to get you out.

Fair enough.

How much?

But, senor, 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, senor.

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

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.

How'd you do?

They any good?

They're alive.

Hey!

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

Basta con el pequeno.

He said the little one
had enough.

But I had my money
bet on him.

You lost.

Why, you...

The little one's had enough.

Touch that gun,
I'll kill you.

Are you all right?

Si, senor.

Senor... Me llamo Manuel.

Yo he oido
que busca pistoleros.

- Podria llevarme?

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.

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

You're late.

I overslept.

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?
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.

Llevatelos de aqui.

He escaped -
and see what they did.

My poor little one.

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 honourable
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, senor.

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.

You are either a very stupid
or a very brave man, senor.

One word from me
and you would be dead.

That'll make two of us.

There are five Winchesters
pointed at your head.

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.

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!
Vamonos!

There will be a next time.

Vamonos!

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.

Vamonos, muchachos!
Adentro.

Vamonos, muchachos!
Vamonos!

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.

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?

Chief Lopez went
to the hacienda.

Tomorrow he'll
bring 400 guns.

If he does,
this will soon be over.

The sooner,
the better.

I agree.

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

No entiendo.

Tu hacer ese pajaro 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 ingles.

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
forjust us, Chris.

He wants 'em all dead.

Every last one of 'em.

Senor...

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, senor.

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, senor.

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.

Orate, frates.

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.

Tu quedate 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.
Kyrie eleison.

Kyrie eleison.
Kyrie eleison.

Chris.

Hey. Come on.

Chris.

Keep going.

Ya! Giddap. Ya!

Chris.

Alto el fuego! Alto!

Vamonos.

I got it done, Chris.

I finally...

Chris.

Kill them. Kill them.

Don't stop. Kill them.

Kill them.

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.