:48:04
Mis hijos.
:48:07
My sons. Tall, erect,
like two well-bred stallions.
:48:13
They're buried here with the others.
:48:16
No longer will their graves
be marked by ruins.
:48:20
This church, this village...
:48:22
...will be a monument
for those who fought so well.
:48:25
A monument built with the sweat
and blood of those who never fight.
:48:31
I'll prove it to you. Lopez.
:48:34
Do as he says.
:48:39
- Kill him.
- Francisco!
:48:40
- You stay out of this, Father.
- I have stayed out of it as long as I can.
:48:45
I beg you, Francisco, before it is too late.
:48:49
Before God damns you to hell
for what you are doing here.
:48:57
You spared my life once.
:49:01
Now I'm going to save yours.
:49:03
Take your vaqueros and ride out of here.
:49:06
Ride out and don't look back.
:49:10
I was wrong.
:49:12
You're not the same old Chris.
:49:14
I won't let you drown your grief in other
men's blood, if thas what you mean.
:49:20
Go on.
:49:22
Get out.
:49:36
Pues morimos, compadre.
:49:44
¡Muchachos! ¡Vámonos!