Shichiroji: Manzo, don't be angry. When the dawn threatens our very lives, the weight of it makes us all a little reckless.
Kikuchiyo: What are you making?
Heihachi Hayashida: A flag.
Kikuchiyo: A flag?
Heihachi Hayashida: Something to hold up, hoist high, you know? Something to stir our fighting spirit.
[Heihachi presents his design; he has drawn six circles, one triangle, and at the bottom, the Japanese character "ta."
Kikuchiyo points to the "ta"]
Kikuchiyo: What do those symbols mean?
Heihachi Hayashida: That means "rice" but it can also mean "farmer".
Kikuchiyo: What about those circles?
Heihachi Hayashida: They're us.
Kikuchiyo: What the hell? Why aren't I there? There's only six of them!
Heihachi Hayashida: The triangle is you, Sir Kikuchiyo.
Shichiroji: Good one!
[the samurai burst out laughing]
[Kikuchiyo drags the bound bandit into a circle of vengeful, murderous farmers, laughing gleefully, and occasionally delivering a vengeful kick to his prisoner]
Bandit: Help!
[the bandit continues to struggle as he is dragged into the circle]
Bandit: Help! Help me!
[the samurai are desperately trying to hold back the crowd. The bandit's
cries of 'Help!' continue on in the background. Kambei rushes into the circle]
Kambei Shimada: Back off! He's confessed. He's begging for his life. We can't just cut him to pieces.
[Heihachi tries to restrain a peasant carrying a bamboo spear]
Peasant: Leave out of this!
[Kambei tries to hold back Rikichi]
Rikichi: Let me at him!
[Suddenly, everyone stops and looks off-screen. The noise dies down. The old woman enters the vicious circle, carrying a hoe. Kambei and the other samurai watch as she shuffles past the silent crowd. Gisaku approaches the crowd and begins to speak]
Gisaku: Let her avenge her son's death in her own way. Make way there. Somebody help her!
[Rikichi pushes past
Kambei and rushes forward. The other villagers follow him. The samurai turn away dejectedly]
Kikuchiyo: You again! I see that bald head of yours in my dreams!
Kikuchiyo: Something's upsetting the little bugger, but he won't say what. You can see it all over his face.
Heihachi Hayashida: Those lips of his are bolted up tight as a house.
Kikuchiyo: [as he distributes food to the young children] Does any of you have a cute sister?
[Heihachi playfully pushes at the back of Kikuchiyo's head]
Gorobei Katayama: Where shall we start our patrol?
Kambei Shimada: The spot that worries us the most, of course.
[Kambei and Gorobei arrive at a campfire near one of the roads, and find Kikuchiyo lying on the ground, his head propped up against a log and his feet resting on another log. He is supposed to be on guard, but is sound asleep. His sword is
stuck upright in a pile of logs. Kambei and Gorobei exchange glances as they approach their snoring comrade. Softly Kambei comes forward and takes the sword away. The two hide behind a straw hut. Gorobei throws a rock, which wakes Kikuchiyo with a start. Kikuchiyo scrambles to the pile where his sword had been]
Kikuchiyo: Who's there?
[He feels around for the sword,
only to find it gone. He grabs a log from the pile and brandishes it]
Kikuchiyo: Who's there? Come on out!
Kambei Shimada: Kikuchiyo.
[Kikuchiyo whirls around to see Kambei and Gorobei standing behind him]
Kambei Shimada: You're lucky it was us. If it had been the bandits...
[He tosses Kikuchiyo his confiscated
Nodachi]
Kambei Shimada: ... You'd be looking for your head.
[Kikuchiyo sinks down to his knees by the fire. He is so ashamed he can't speak]