The Magnificent Seven Page #2

Bring them in

From the fields of sin

Bring them in

He shot my damn foot!

Come on, hey. Settle down, mister. Come on.

Come on, easy.

I got a family, mister.

They're better off without you.

Somebody fetch the sheriff.

- Get the sheriff!

- Get the sheriff.

- Get the sheriff!

- Get the sheriff!

I'm gonna kill you, Faraday.

You son of a b*tch. Deal with you later.

- Well, I know it.

- Go on out.

Come on, come on.

Dan, you dead?

Pity. I had just ordered a drink from him.

Money for blood's a peculiar business.

He started shooting everyone in cold blood!

- And he's still in there, yeah.

- That son of a b*tch!

- There he is!

- There he is!

- That's him!

- That's him!

- Sheriff! Sheriff!

- He shot him in cold blood!

My name is Sam Chisolm.

I'm a duly sworn warrant officer

of the circuit court in Wichita, Kansas.

I'm also a licensed peace officer

in the Indian Territories, Arkansas,

Nebraska, and seven other states.

Now, this man is wanted on charges

in Nebraska,

expedited by federal writ,

under Common State Law Enforcement Act.

Yes, sir.

Wire Judge Talbot in Wichita for the reward.

Half the money goes to the man's widow.

And you can hold my part for me

till I get back.

Where you headed?

Off into the mountains, hunting a vaquero.

No, Miss Emma. I'll do it.

- Excuse me. Are you a bounty hunter, sir?

- No, sir.

Yeah, that's Powder Dan.

Get him on outta here.

I have need of a man

with your qualifications.

You can't afford me.

Well, can you at least describe the rates

or offer up the particulars?

Rose Creek.

It's only four days' ride from here.

A rich man has overtaken the town.

He's killed half a dozen men.

He's got the sheriff on his payroll

and Blackstone agents in his employ.

Well, you don't need a bounty hunter,

you need an army.

And we intend to hire one, sir.

Guess you weren't expecting

to see me again, were ya?

Wild Bill? Is that you? You look like sh*t.

Ain't no Wild Bill.

They call me

the Two Gun Kid.

Keep your hands away

from your weapons, Faraday.

- Hands up. Hands up.

- Hands away from the...

Get his guns, Dicky.

Don't try nothing.

A pretty one.

What's that, a Peacemaker?

Now turn around.

I'm not for sale.

Mister. Mister!

You intend to make me chase?

I have a proposition.

- And I'm wary of propositions, miss.

- Missus.

I'm not sure if my friend

filled you in on the details.

Enough of 'em.

Then why won't you at least listen?

We're simple farmers.

Decent, hard-working people

being driven from our homes.

Men slaughtered in cold blood.

Women and children

without food or essentials.

All because some man named Bogue

wants to mine our valley and take it from us.

Bartholomew Bogue?

You know of him?

Heard the name.

What's this?

Everything we have.

That's what it's worth to us.

Been offered a lot for my work

but never everything.

That man murdered my husband.

Killed him dead in the middle of the street.

So you seek revenge.

I seek righteousness, as should we all.

But I'll take revenge.

The Two Gun Kid.

That's my name now.

'Cause you got two guns?

- Maybe not.

- Told you it was a stupid name.

Dicky, shut your goddamn mouth.

Faraday, walk!

Just mad 'cause Mama gave him the name Earl.

What do you want to do with him?

How 'bout we take him over

into that mine there?

This is as good a place as any.

Into the mine, Faraday.

If you're gonna kill me, kill me.

If you're gonna rob me, rob me.

But I will not go in that mine.

There's rats in there.

Virginia City? Three days past?

Best you remember who'd you cheat

out of $50 in a card game!

I assure you I did not have to cheat

to beat the likes of you two.

Easy.

Gentlemen, allow me a moment

to show you something quite miraculous.

You just show us our money, Faraday!

Fifty-two cards.

- Pick a card.

- We ain't playing no game.

You've got the drop on me.

You'll get a hoot outta this.

Come on, Earl, just pick one real quick.

You know how I like magic.

- All right, keep the gun on him.

- Got it trained right on him.

No tricks now.

Don't let me see it.

Show your associate.

Commit the card to memory.

When you're ready,

put the card back in the deck.

Don't try nothing.

Keep your gun on me. That's very good, Earl.

Now, there's no way

I can know what your card is

because I didn't see it.

- Yet...

- Come on. Let's go!

With a shuffle and a cut, miraculously,

your card.

That ain't his card.

Man, you ain't no magic man.

That's not it? Hold on.

Quit playing around

before I blow your goddamn head off.

Remember the plan, Earl. I get to kill him.

You didn't let me finish.

Your card was the king of hearts, right?

Is this your card?

Now, you see? That was worth it, wasn't it?

- That was kind of good.

- Pretty good.

That was...

No, you just killed my brother.

- Should I kill you?

- No. Please.

Would you like to see another magic trick?

No.

Yeah.

It's called The Incredible...

No.

Disappearing...

Ear.

My ear!

We are never gonna cross paths again.

Please don't kill me.

Keep your money, please.

I didn't want to kill him.

He shouldn't have touched my guns.

The only way in is the valley floor,

and the main road in and out is to the west.

Where's the mine?

Here.

- And where's Bogue?

- Sacramento.

Back in less than three weeks.

And how many men you say

you got left in town?

Forty, maybe.

Farmers. Not fighters.

You understand what it means

when you start something like this?

We did not start this, Mr. Chisolm.

What are you waiting on?

Just get him under control.

Spend all night at the saloon, and then

you can't even control a silly horse.

Come on, lad, get in there!

Silly horse? That's a stallion.

His name's Jack, and he's killed men before,

so he oughta be careful.

- Easy, easy, easy!

- I require my horse back.

That horse.

Two days past.

Your horse against my Irish whiskey.

Behind the saloon rolling dice.

That, sir, is a lie. A complete, absolute...

Good Lord.

- Easy.

- I thought that was a dream.

I thought you were a leprechaun.

That was real?

I was mistaken.

I would like to buy my horse back.

Though I am light of funds at the moment.

So...

Seems we have ourselves a Mexican standoff,

only between an Irishman and a Baptist,

and I'm not sure how that ends.

With you walking away

without your horse.

Now, why'd you have to go

and touch your gun for?

We were in the middle

of a gentlemen's negotiation.

Come on!

How much for his horse?

$25 for the horse.

Seven and two bits for the saddle.

Our paths cross again.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Come on.

Took a job. Looking for some men to join me.

Is there money in it?

And who's she?

Joan of Arc.

My name's Emma Cullen.

And this is my associate, Teddy Q.

Well, I do have an affinity for shiny things.

- Is it difficult?

- Impossible.

- How many you got so far?

- Two.

- What, them?

- You and me.

Sending a woman to gather guns

is not very chivalrous.

I volunteered.

Insisted, actually.

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