Guns of the Magnificent Seven Page #4

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Rapidol Vamonos.

- Vamonos, vamonos.

- Papal Papal Papal

(yells)

(cheering)

Back in the wagon!

Come on! Get in there!

Get back in the wagon!

Come on. Come on.

(in Spanish) Come on!

(in Spanish) And you, and you, and you...

(cheering)

Now we got somethin' to work with.

It cuts the odds. Not much, but some.

Chris, I have 20 men. One for each rifle

and each horse. They're ready to fight.

- But can they?

- Well, they're young, strong, angry...

- And they will learn, huh?

- Right.

(in Spanish) Get on the horses!

Drink.

Drink.

It is hot.

It is good for you.

You are skinny.

You could be such a fine-looking man.

You have a good face.

Did your mother never feed you?

Maybe I should fatten you up.

About last night...

Thanks.

- But of all of 'em, why you?

- I was the closest.

This uniform didn't bother you none?

Why should it?

It's dead, man.

You're wearing a shroud.

You don't know what it's like, Cassie.

Bein' lonely an' all.

People look at ya like

you're some sort of animal.

Slater, you are an amateur.

You don't know what

being lonely really is.

If it's conversation you're looking for,

tell me how you got to be a cripple...

...and I'll tell you all about bein' black.

- Do they always cover the wagons?

- Yes.

To keep the sulphur

from blowing away in the wind.

- Where do they go?

- To the railroad.

- How far?

- Two, maybe three miles.

- Every day?

- Sometimes twice.

- What's at the railroad?

- A small place.

An office for the railroad

and a cantina for the federales.

(in Spanish) Our Father, who art

in heaven, Hallowed be thy name...

(laughter)

- How's it goin'?

- Rough.

They wanna learn. I've tried to teach 'em.

Some of 'em could be damn good.

But we need more time.

There's no more time. Tomorrow's

ladies' day at the rathole.

They'll hardly be in a fightin' mood.

Too bad Lobero isn't.

We could still use him.

I don't think you'd like him

ridin' behind ya.

Gabriel.

- Just in case.

- No, Chris. We made a deal. It's yours.

When you get Quintero back,

we get that back.

- Chris?

- Yeah?

Can I go with you tomorrow?

- No.

- Why not?

You're too little.

Chris?

Mm-hm?

How big do you have to be to die?

Go to bed, Emil.

You scared, reb?

No.

I am.

You just don't give a damn.

Ain't that about it, Slater?

No, you just don't believe

in life after birth.

Do you?

Did once.

Now I can't even get a job

to support my wife and kids.

And you think you've got troubles?

You could have been

a black one-armed gunny.

You got a wife and kids?

What happened?

She found a whole man.

Well, I guess that makes her about

half a woman. And you're better off, boy.

These people...

...they got you hooked.

No man gets hooked unless

he wants to be hooked.

Besides, what else is there?

There's no more open land.

Mountain man is dead.

Buffalo are gone. Soon the horses'll go.

Then it'll be our turn.

You know anybody that'll

be sorry to see you go?

Maybe these people'll

be sorry to see us go.

What am I preachin' at you for?

I'll see you in the mornin'.

Yeah. I hope you'll see me

tomorrow night too.

Lobero! Maximiliano comes.

Well, tomorrow is the day.

So, he sent you to apologise to me, uh?

He wants to beg me to help him.

He does not even know I'm here.

He would shoot me.

- He's a proud man.

- A proud man.

He is a greedy man.

Well, perhaps, in the beginning,

maybe he was...

...but now... now, he feels for us.

Then let him fight for us.

I hear that he has an army.

Killers, with rifles from the federales.

It's only a few farmers.

Listen, Lobero. If it's an apology

you want, I apologise.

- I beg for your help.

- Lobero, maybe we should...

What has Quintero ever done for us?

Has he made me a general?

No.

He has fancy clothes.

He makes fancy talk.

He's no more than a politico.

What will get us guns?

A little man with a funny hat...

...or $600 that you gave to a stranger?

Chris was right.

You don't have big dreams,

Lobero, only a big belly.

(chuckles)

And the rest of you, remember tomorrow,

when you're half drunk and all crazy...

...that your brothers

are out there dying for you.

Maximiliano is right.

You have no big dreams.

Shh!

Shh!

(music and laughter)

My horse threw me.

My horse threw me back... there.

(in Spanish) Out! Out! Let's go! Hurry up!

(smashing glass)

(yelling)

(whooping)

(in Spanish) Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

(woman continues shouting)

(whispers) PJ.

(gunfire)

(in Spanish) It's an attack!

Cassie!

Go!

Take some men. Kill Quintero, quickly.

Maximiliano. Hijo mio.

A la torrel

Keno.

No questions.

It will not be long for them now.

Well, did you find your silver?

Do not worry, Carlotta. He will

not shoot us. I know this kind.

He fights for money, not for passion.

Matter of business with him.

Maybe we can make what you call...

...a deal, huh?

(shouting)

- Where's your hero?

- Lobero?

He was sick.

A bullet. In...

...his belly.

Emil, uh... I made this for ya.

It's really just a frog sticker, Emiliano...

...but if a man used

a real one in the right way...

...he might be able to help

his people one day.

- Levi?

- What?

Chris.

Chris, we're going to scatter in the hills

and we're going to fight them again.

We will stalk them

in the night like jaguars.

We will... we will sweep down

from the mountains like hawks.

We're going to tear out

their throats like wolves.

In the deserts, Chris,

in the valleys, all of us, Chris...

Goodbye, Chris.

Los cobardes mueren muchas muertes.

El valiente, solo una.

Max, you must stop them, quickly.

- The money. All the money. He forgot.

- Chris! Chris!

Max!

He did not forget.

Max? What did Chris say?

He said that cowards die many deaths,

the brave only one.

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