The Magnificent Seven Page #5

Get a good night's rest.

May be your last for a while.

I'll have some more beans.

Like being in one of them damn zoos.

Fame is a sarcophagus.

You read those in a book,

or you just make 'em up as you go?

I'll try to use

one-syllable words from now on.

What... What's a syllable?

White people's food...

...is for dogs.

What'd he say?

He asked that you kindly stop

staring at his hairline.

I will.

As long as he stops

licking his lips over mine.

These bodies don't get buried

in the church graveyard.

You take 'em to Boot Hill.

I expect we'll make ten miles by sundown.

I suppose that undertaker's

gonna get some business out of this deal.

I guarantee you, there ain't no reason

to be running off scared.

Hate to see y'all go like this, now.

Now, now, won't you reconsider?

Who'd have thought

we'd travel this many miles

just to have the good people of Rose Creek

turn tail and leave us to die?

Well, some people have died for much less.

Behold.

Our army approaches.

Good, they brought their pitchforks.

We may stand a chance after all.

Lord, keep me from judgment.

Gun on your shoulder. Right shoulder.

Knives. There's nothing to it.

Oh, boy.

Who here fought

in the War of Northern Aggression?

Not me.

What is this? Come on.

Throw.

Slash.

Stab. That's it.

That simple.

- Like hell.

- Hey.

- How the hell we gonna learn to do that?

- Get back here!

Get back!

Fire!

Jesus wept!

Reload!

Statistically speaking,

they should've hit something.

Y'all starting to piss me off.

How many times I got to tell you

to keep your foot up underneath you?

Come on, now.

Schoolteacher, take your hat off your head.

Jesus!

Teddy...

Expect more from you, son.

The recoil is not to be shunned,

it's to be absorbed.

I ain't shunning a damn thing, sir.

You trying to make me angry?

Is that what it is?

Do you...

That's the second time for you.

- Go make me some eggs.

- The damn hammer...

No, I don't wanna hear it!

Have a nice afternoon.

You gonna point...

You gonna point that rifle at me?

No, sir.

You cut the ears off a mule,

don't make him a horse.

- Leave your weapon.

- I'm trying to help you. You understand?

Keep the target soft, pull the trigger slow.

- So slow. You can't pull it slow enough.

- Like that?

Let the shot surprise you.

All right, now.

Fire when ready.

Fire!

Think I pinched my finger.

Bless their hearts.

That's hard to do.

This many men and miss that many targets?

Twice?

I'm looking at a line of dead men.

You gotta hate what you're firing at!

Hate it! Come on!

Get some gravel in your craw!

Goddamn sons of b*tches!

All right.

These men need inspiration.

- Inspire them.

- Yeah.

You are Goodnight Robicheaux, after all.

Aint'cha?

I can hit sand, but we need the lead.

Twenty-three confirmed kills at Antietam.

This is one of Connolly's

Confederate sharpshooters.

Dubbed "the Angel of Death."

Do what he does.

He's a legend.

Or is that all you are?

- That's some fancy shooting there.

- He did it. He did it.

- That's why they call him Goodnight.

- You're telling me.

- Can you believe that?

- That's fantastic.

Told you.

Y'all go home, polish your rifles,

maybe the glint'll scare 'em off.

We ain't gonna shoot no more?

So this is our trap.

It might work. Pin 'em in there.

Well, it might, if we can teach

more than half of these townsfolk

to hit the broad side of a barn at ten paces.

Come up with a few surprises.

We'll need more than a few.

It's a box of death.

So melt the elements, with fervent heat.

Like Sodom and Gomorrah.

What do you think?

Reminds me of this fella I used to know.

Fell off a five-story building.

Passed each floor on the way down.

People inside heard him say,

"So far, so good!"

- He's dead now.

- Yeah.

I make good on my horse yet, Sam?

So far, so good. Let's go get some ammo.

Come on.

Mr. Bogue wants this mine stripped

before he gets back.

Move it, you lazy dogs!

Move that gold out!

Fire in the hole!

That sounded like a gunshot!

It's coming from the cliff.

- Who was that?

- I don't know.

- Keep the powder down.

- Look-it, right there.

These ain't Bogue's guys.

Yup. They done killed them all.

This mine is now closed.

You men are free to go.

Or you can stay and fight.

- This will help.

- Yeah.

I've always wanted to blow something up.

Go back inside.

Mr. Chisolm, what's this?

Reinforcements.

- What's that on the wagon?

- Dynamite.

Dynamite? Where you gonna put that stuff?

- Your place.

- My place? Why my place?

Oh, Lord. Please be careful with it.

My town. My gold. How?

It was happening so fast, Mr. Bogue,

I couldn't...

There just wasn't enough.

And that I'd be a coward?

If you didn't come to Rose Creek. Yes, sir.

- He said his name was Chisolm?

- Sam Chisolm.

- From Lincoln?

- Like the president.

He name his price?

He didn't have one. Just terms.

All men have a price.

Isn't that right, Mr. Harp?

Not this man.

How many men you say?

- Seven.

- Seven? Seven?

Seven men ride into my town, dispatch

with 22 of the best guns money can buy?

Is that what you're telling me?

They fought like three times that, Mr. Bogue.

Bullshit.

It was nothing but the element of surprise.

Hey.

Surprise.

You think Rockefeller

had to do things himself?

Vanderbilt?

Everything I have, I worked for it.

Not like them, with their fancy friends

and their pocketed politicians.

I want land, you know what I do.

I take it.

You know what history will say

about Rose Creek?

Nothing.

It won't have existed for long enough.

But history will remember me,

and what I built.

Mr. Denali, recruit an army

to go back with us.

Pretty.

I mean good.

Your shooting is good. Do it again.

Sight the lowest part of the V,

cheek resting against the...

I had a father, thank you.

I didn't.

God dang it, I'm good.

Why are you doing this, Mr. Faraday?

I mean, why are you here

fighting someone else's fight?

I needed my horse back,

and this was the price.

Six pounds of pressure.

That's all that's required to kill a man.

And they say the nightmares never go away.

Those nightmares,

they keep you up often, Mr. Faraday?

You might want to wear some pants

if you're fixing to fight.

Bogue will come from the south.

Now, he'll prefer high ground,

but we'll try to lure him into town,

turn it into a shooting gallery.

Now, if we can create enough confusion,

maybe we can get them to break ranks.

That's a lotta open space here, Sam.

I don't really see a way to keep 'em out.

We're not. We're gonna let 'em in.

Yes, yes, we force 'em down through here,

leave this open here,

make this into a graveyard.

Goodnight, you're our best shot with a rifle.

You find high ground

that gives you a clear line of sight,

you keep Bogue in your sights

once the chaos starts.

Now, we have some shotguns.

We can get the men who can't shoot,

place 'em in front of each door.

It's hard to miss a doorway.

We could dig trenches.

Shoot all the way out that way.

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