The Magnificent Seven Page #6

They're not men you can

impress easily. Oh, no.

But when they looked at me, I

knew I was one of them at last.

Well...

you'd better take

a look at me, too.

Am I the kind of man who'd

live in a place like this?

Digging my life away

out in the fields?

Me, a farmer...a peasant?

You know what I'm saying?

Wherever they go

Chris, Vin, Britt, the others...

I go with them.

And if you think you,

or anything you do,

could make me change

my mind, forget it.

I want you to understand that.

I... want you

to understand that...

this...

will get you nothing but this.

We're going to hit Calvera...

maybe drive off

some of his horses.

Then if he attacks,

he'll be on foot.

I'll go with you.

I know every rock.

No, you stay.

You're in charge here.

You can count on me.

I know I can.

They've left

to hit the village.

No.

We'd have heard shots.

They've gone.

Good evening.

You'll be dead. All of you!

Like that!

If that's what you want.

Do we have a choice?

Of course.

Of course.

Sit down.

Let's talk.

Things are turned around now?

You're wondering how.

Your friends, they don't

like you very much any more.

You force them to make

too many decisions.

With me... only one decision.

Do what I say.

You should not be surprised.

My good friend Sotero, he

arranged to let me come in.

Understand?

Well, anyway...

to business!

I could kill you all.

You agree?

Well... you don't disagree.

Anyway, I don't

want to kill you.

Why so generous?

Practical. They hear

about it up north.

Maybe some friends of yours

make more trouble for me.

A man who never

wants no trouble.

We have a saying here.

A thief who steals from a thief

is pardoned for 100 years.

All right,

what does that leave?

Only one thing. I pardon you.

Ride on.

Just like that?

Mm, just like...

I'll make it easy

for you. You want food?

Give them food.

Water? All right. Water.

Horses? Saddled and waiting.

Guns?

The guns... the gun belts,

you take off and put here now.

What about these people?

What happens to these people will

happen whether I kill you first or not.

Just a little gesture?

To show these people

who the real boss is.

You go, then I give

you the guns back.

I know you won't use

those guns against me.

Only a crazy man makes

the same mistake twice.

I don't understand why a man like you

took the job in the first place. Hm? Why?

I wonder myself.

No, come on.

Come on, tell me why.

A fella I knew in El Paso took all his

clothes off and jumped on a cactus.

I asked him

the same question: why?

And?

He said "It seemed to be a

good idea at the time."

Good!

Right.

Go get your clothes, your saddlebags.

Anything you want, take it.

Your friends in there owe

you at least that much.

Santos, pick up the carbines.

Cirillo, the guns.

You know, the first time I

took a job as a hired gun...

a fella told me "Vin, you

can't afford to care."

There's your problem.

One thing I don't need is

somebody telling me my problem.

Like I said before,

that's your problem.

You got involved in this

village and the people in it.

Do you ever get tired of

hearing yourself talk?

The reason I understand

your problem so well...

is that I walked into

the same trap myself.

Yeah.

The first day we got here,

I started thinking...

maybe I could put my gun away and

settle down and get a little land...

raise some cattle.

The things that these people know

about me wouldn't work against me.

I... just didn't want you to think

you were the only sucker in town.

Can we go with you, Bernardo?

No.

You like us, don't you?

I guess so.

You're one of us, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm one of us all right.

Take us with you! Please?!

No!

We're ashamed to live here.

Our fathers are... cowards.

Don't ever say that again

about your fathers.

They are not cowards!

You think I am brave

because I carry a gun.

Your fathers are much braver

because they carry responsibility.

For you, your brothers,

your sisters and your mothers.

This responsibility is like a

big rock that weighs a ton.

It bends and it twists them until finally

it buries them under the ground.

Nobody says they have to do it.

They do it because they

love you and they want to.

I have never had

this kind of courage.

Running a farm...

working like a mule, with no

guarantee what will become of it...

this is bravery.

That's why I never even

started anything like that.

That's why I never will.

You'll do much better on the

other side of the border.

There you can steal

cattle, hold up trains.

All you have to face is

a sheriff, a marshal.

Once I rob a bank in Texas.

Your government got after me

with a whole army. A whole army!

One little bank.

It's clear, the meaning?

In Texas, only Texans

can rob banks!

Adios!

Adios!

I could have told you

they'd sell us out.

Farmers...

Farmers!

No honor, no loyalty...nothin'.

All they care about is their precious

crops and the miserable dirt they dig in.

I hate 'em.

I hate 'em all.

Sure you hate them.

Because you come from a

village just like that one.

You yourself are a farmer.

Yes.

Yes, I'm one of them.

But who made us

the way we are? Hm?

Men with guns.

Men like Calvera and...

men like you.

And now me.

So what d'you expect us to be?

Nobody throws me my own

guns and says run. Nobody.

It took me a long, long time to

learn my elbow from a hot rock.

Right now, I belong back in that

border town, sleepin' on white sheets.

I think I'll ride back

to that village.

You're crazy, all of ya! They won't lift

a finger to help. Think of the odds.

Harry... nobody's

asking you to go back.

Ride on, Harry. It's all right.

Bet your sweet life, I will!

Come on, Lee. They wanna get killed?

Let 'em.

Go ahead, Lee. You don't

owe anything to anybody.

Except to myself.

Except to myself.

You're crazy! All of ya!

Come on. Ya!

Hold on, Chris,

I'll get ya outta there!

Chris...

Yes, Harry?

I'd hate to die a sucker.

We didn't come here just to keep an eye

on a lotta corn and chilli peppers.

There was something else

all the time, wasn't there?

Yes, Harry. You had it

pegged right all along.

I knew it.

What was it?

Gold.

Sacks of it.

Oh... sounds beautiful!

How much?

At least a half a million.

My cut woulda been what?

About 70,000.

I'll be damned!

Maybe you won't be.

You came back.

For a place like this.

Why?

A man like you?!

Why?

Bernardo! Bernardo!

No. No, get back.

Go on! Get back.

We didn't... We

didn't mean to do it.

We didn't mean to do it.

You see?

I told you.

You see your fathers?

What's my name?

Bernardo.

Bernardo!

You're damn right.

You could stay, you know.

They wouldn't be sorry

to have you stay.

They won't be sorry

to see us go, either.

Yes. The fighting is over.

Your work is done.

For them, each season

has its tasks.

If there were a season for

gratitude, they'd show it more.

We didn't get any more

than we expected, old man.

Only the farmers have won.

They remain forever.

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