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We're safe.
Only Fezzik is strong enough to go up our way.
He'll have to sail around for hours till he finds a harbor!
He's climbing the rope.
And he's gaining on us.
Inconceivable!
Faster!
I thought I was going faster.
You were supposed to be this Colossus.
This great legendary thing and yet, he gains!
Well, I'm carrying two people,
and he's got only himself.
Now, I don't accept excuses.
I'm just gonna have to find a new giant, that's all.
Don't say that, Vizzini, please.
Did I make it clear that your job is at stake?
He has very good arms.
He didn't fall? Inconceivable!
You keep using that word.
I do not think it means what you think it means.
My God, he's climbing!
Whoever he is, he's obviously seen us with the princess
and must, therefore, die!
You... carry her!
We'll head straight for the Guilder frontier.
Catch up when he's dead. If he falls, fine.
If not... the sword.
- I want to do him left-handed. - You know what a hurry we're in.
Well, it's the only way I can be satisfied.
If I use my right? Pfft! Over too quickly.
Fine! Have it your way.
You be careful.
People in masks cannot be trusted.
I'm waiting!
Hello, there!
Slow going?
Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but this is not as easy as it looks, so...
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't distract me.
- Sorry. - Thank you.
I do not suppose you could speed things up?
If you're in such a hurry,
you could lower a rope or a tree branch
or find something useful to do?
I could do that. In fact, I, uh...
I've got some rope here.
But I don't think you would accept my help,
since I am just waiting around to kill you.
That does put a damper on our relationship.
I promise you will reach the top alive.
That's very comforting.
But I'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
I hate waiting.
I could give you my word as a Spaniard.
No good! I've known too many Spaniards.
So you cannot find another way to trust me?
Nothing comes to mind.
I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya...
you will reach the top alive.
Throw me the rope.
Okay. Thank you.
We'll wait until you're ready.
Once again, thank you.
I don't mean to pry, but...
I guess you wouldn't have six fingers
on that right hand of yours, do you?
Do you always begin conversations this way?
My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man.
He was a sword maker, my father.
A great one.
And one day, a six-fingered man arrived,
and asked for a very special sword.
My father took the job.
He slaved for one year...
until he was done.
I've never seen its equal.
The six-fingered man returned...
and demanded it.
But he offered one-tenth of his promised price.
My father refused and...
without a word...
the six-fingered man slashed him through the heart.
Obviously, I challenged his murderer with a duel.
But I failed.
The six-fingered man left me alive...
with the special sword.
And this and this.
How old were you?
I was 11 years old.
But when I got strong enough,
I dedicated my life to the study of fencing.
So the next time we meet,
I will not fail.
I will go up to the six-fingered man and say...
"Hello.
My name is Inigo Montoya.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die."
You've done nothing but study swordplay?
Well, more pursuit than study.
It's been 20 years now.
I'm starting to lose my confidence.
There is not a lot of money in revenge, you know?
That's why I work with Vizzini to pay the bills.
Well, I certainly hope you find him some day.
Are you ready?
Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair.
You seem a decent fellow.
I hate to kill you.
You seem a decent fellow.
I hate to die.
Begin.
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