The Magnificent Seven Page #4

- Are you in the army?

- No, sir.

I figured 'cause you carry this

army-issue Open Top .45 Long Colt.

Took you for a soldier.

You know how to shoot that thing?

- If I had to, I reckon.

- If you had to?

Tell you what, for a sip of your whiskey,

I'll teach you a few lessons.

Lesson one.

This

means don't shoot.

You got it?

Now watch this one.

Now, lesson two.

Take this card out of my hand.

You take the card, you live.

You don't, you die.

Come on, Teddy.

Focus.

You got to be quick.

You just lost your first gunfight.

Try it again.

Lesson two. It was never about the cards.

Now, I'll give you a third lesson.

Think you need that more than I do.

Why don't you just take the rest,

Mr. Faraday?

Well, I think I will.

The fire still burns.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Have we not?

So what's the play here, Sam?

What's the payout?

Little gold?

Cash money?

Diamonds?

You ain't changed.

Everything that...

Everything they have,

that's what they offered.

Everything? Yes?

She's about the same age

your sister'd be by now.

Yeah, she is.

Just making sure we're fighting

the battle in front of us, not behind.

Smell that?

What smell?

- The smoke?

- It's blood.

- He's been tracking us.

- I'll be damned.

Please tell me I'm hallucinating.

You are hallucinating.

So am I.

Where there's one, there's more.

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

Comanche?

We come in peace.

Vasquez.

You speak Comanche?

Some.

You speak...

...white man's English?

Some.

Where's your tribe?

The elders told me my path is different.

My path is different, too.

My path... Our path.

We go to fight wicked men.

Probably, we all die.

I'm called Red Harvest.

- What'd he say?

- Said he's with us.

Gonna fix him some breakfast. I had mine.

Let's get this fire started.

- Mr. Paley, come on in.

- All right, sweetheart.

Buy me a drink, sugar.

- Better get her all nailed down.

- I keep telling him. He just don't listen.

Kristen.

That man's trouble.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Town's got a ban on firearms.

Check 'em in. Get 'em back on your way out.

You don't mind me asking,

but how is it all of you go so well-heeled?

These men are deputies.

Awful lot of deputies

for such a small place, ain't it?

What's his story?

My manservant. He's harmless.

Saved his life in Shanghai,

debt of honor and the like.

Now, you don't mind

giving up those guns, do you?

Absolutely. Law and order, I say.

Sheriff?

Now, I must tell you that

I'm more than happy to cooperate.

I can't say the same thing

for my compadres behind you.

Quite a batch of strays.

I'll say a prayer for you.

You know, a little prayer.

Yeah, you'll make a hell of a rug.

And you'll be murdered

by the world's greatest lover.

All right.

All right.

What's your aim here, mister?

Well...

I hear that there are some cowards

running security here,

so I figured we'd come down here

and look after all this gold.

Cowards?

Blackstone detective agents. Cowards.

Now, Blackstones are good, union busting,

back-shooting homesteaders and women, but

you put 'em up against some real men,

men that know what they're doing...

You sure you don't want my gun?

Now, you do know who we work for, right?

The force he can bring to bear?

You tell Bogue

if he wants his town,

come see me.

I don't believe he heard you.

Go on, horse.

No!

Devil, don't shoot. I'm the proprietor.

No!

Lord, give me clear vision!

Clear sight!

Go on, shoot him.

Take the shot.

Take that shot.

Take the damn shot!

Give me that.

It's jammed.

How'd we do?

I got five.

- I got six.

- Hey.

- What'd you get?

- Six.

I got seven.

You wanna try and tie it up?

Huh, chingado?

Say when, gero.

Hey.

Come on out of there.

Come on. Come on!

Take off that gun belt.

You all right?

Nice and easy.

Take off that badge, too.

I'm still sheriff. Duly elected.

Consider this a recall.

Now, you're gonna deliver

a message to your boss.

Mister, you already sent him a message,

only you're not gonna like his answer.

Tell him we have his town,

we have his whole valley.

He want it back,

he's gonna have to make a deal with us.

He don't make deals.

You can ask anybody here.

He's just gonna send as many men as it takes

to squash you flat.

We'll be waiting.

In the meantime, you tell him this.

Lincoln. Like the president. Say it.

Lincoln, like the president.

That's right. Lincoln, Kansas.

And you tell him if he don't show up himself,

he ain't nothing

but a yellow-bellied sapsucking coward.

Go on, git.

Git.

Hey.

Sam Chisolm. Say it.

Sam Chisolm.

Yes, sir.

Well, this is quite the welcome party.

- Where is everybody?

- I think we killed 'em all.

No, they're here.

They just want to make sure their candle

is lit before they blow out the match.

Everyone! Come on! Come out!

- Come out!

- Come on out, everybody!

What's the matter with y'all?

Don't you see what they just did?

Come on! Come out!

These men are here to help us!

- Come on!

- Well, look at that.

- Come on!

- Nothing to be scared of! Let's go!

- Come on!

- Is he dead?

Come on. Get away.

It's okay.

Come on, don't be afraid.

I have assembled these men

and offered fair pay.

Who picked you to deal on our behalf?

Seems I was the only one

with balls enough to do so.

So I did.

As I said, these men are here to help us.

Mr. Chisolm?

My name is Sam Chisolm,

and I'm a duly sworn warrant officer

in Wichita, Kansas.

Also, a licensed peace officer

in the Indian Territories, Arkansas

and seven other states.

Now, what happened here was

just an opening skirmish.

The real battle is yet to come.

The idea is that when it comes,

it'll be on our terms.

- On our terms?

- Yeah, there's no way in hell.

Son of a b*tch'll come back with 200 men

and slaughter us all.

If you want to leave, leave.

Just don't take anything

you didn't bring with you.

You want to keep your town,

you're gonna have to fight for it.

Now, we're here to help you,

but you got to help us.

We're gonna need every somebody out here

to help us fight.

Good Lord! Are you suggesting we wait here

to face retaliation?

- Hell, yeah, he is.

- What?

- Let 'em come. We'll be ready for 'em.

- I beg pardon, sir.

The spirit here is willing,

- but we are not killers.

- That's right.

Most aren't, till they're looking

down the barrel of a gun.

Now, I never shot anything

that could shoot back at me.

But this is our home.

- Damned if I won't defend it.

- That's right.

And now let me tell you,

these men that are coming here,

they're gonna underestimate you.

That'll be their first mistake.

That's all well and good,

but we don't have enough time.

Bogue said he'd be back in three weeks,

that was eight days ago.

- One week.

- That only leaves us... No, one week?

- One week?

- One week.

Three days' ride to Sacramento

with the bad news,

one day for Bogue to plan, three days back.

Seven days, that's all you got.

For goodness' sake.

We'll get started in the morning.

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