The Magnificent Seven Ride! Page #2

made you risk Tucson in the first place?

You're no better off

than you ever were, Shelly.

- Do you feel like comin' home for lunch?

- Yes.

If you think you're gonna

follow us home, forget it.

OK. I'll run over to the restaurant.

You run a bill there too, don't ya?

Shelly, no!

No, Chris.

No! No!

- Any more shooting'll hit her.

- Get up.

- No.

- Get up. Come here.

(Chris groans)

You're gonna be all right, huh?

Hell, I already wrote your epitaph,

had the governor comin' to your funeral.

Thanks.

Well, she nursed you, Chris.

She hasn't slept in 48 hours.

Where's Arrila?

They, uh... took her.

Oh, God.

I guess he just couldn't stand the farm.

(woman) What are you going to do?

Kill them.

Hey, don't die just ridin' along.

That'd be a real anticlimax.

On the other hand, we could say you

left your deathbed, just died on the trail.

That has a real good ring to it.

How far you figure we've come?

I tell you, it feels more like a thousand.

Damn it, my ass hurts.

How can anything stuffed

with hay be this hard?

There's somethin' down there.

It looks like hers.

It's a tough climb, Chris. I'll go.

Dead?

Don't go, Chris. Don't.

Did they use her?

Raped, killed and left for the buzzards.

Hank? Hank, you usin' all your blankets?

I'm cold. I'm damned cold.

Go to sleep.

- Thought we was outta coffee.

- We are.

Get up.

Do you want it lyin' there or on your feet?

Marshal, please. You gotta understand.

We've been gettin' up

before light since we was five.

Work all day then go to sleep

because we couldn't afford kerosene.

Was we wrong wantin' to get away?

Wantin' to get away wasn't wrong.

It's how you did it that was wrong.

Now, where's Shelly?

Find him yourself.

You're a lawman.

You gotta take us in to trial.

He won't shoot us

in cold blood. I don't bluff.

Where's Shelly?

- He cut out. For Mexico.

- When?

Right after we left town.

Your wife... that was Hank.

I had nothin' to do with it.

I didn't even watch.

And you didn't help her.

He's my brother.

Him for what he did,...

.. and you for what you didn't do.

(whimpering)

You could've taken 'em back.

Do you have any doubt they were guilty?

If I waited around for what you ask,

Shelly's trail'd go cold.

It still wasn't right.

Chris!

Chris! Up here!

(Jim) I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Have you seen a young fella ridin'

past here in the last few days?

Blond, about five ten,

Yeah, yesterday. I tried to hire him,

but he was in a hurry.

- Chris, De Toro's on the rampage.

- As usual.

And I got nothin' behind me but a pack of

good intentions. Farmers, shopkeepers.

Them two I hired yesterday. Paid 'em less

than I offered you and they ain't worth it.

As for the rest, I guess they're willin'

enough to get killed, but I need killers.

- That why you thought of Chris?

- Didn't mean it the way it come out.

Before De Toro hits, Jim,

you'd better ride outta here.

Stayin's suicide.

That ain't gonna do you no good.

- Would you ride out?

- I wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.

Lemonade. Unsweetened.

It helps fight the thirst.

Thanks.

You make a hell of a posse man,

Padre. Where's your gun?

- I told him he didn't have to wear one.

- Not that I would have, anyway.

I fight a different battle.

I use different weapons.

This is De Toro's kind of a battle.

You're not impressed

with my congregation?

They've been welded

together by adversity.

In many ways, I've already

won my biggest battle.

- God works in strange ways.

- He's got me confused most of the time.

When we first came to Magdalena,

we only felt the differences between us.

Now he's taught us

and bound us together.

Well, under the circumstances,

I'm not sure he's done you any favours.

You realise you're likely

all to be dead soon?

If that's his will, we're ready to die.

I'm not too worried about meeting him.

Somehow, I'm not so sure

you won that exchange.

I'm not so sure he did either.

If your whole posse is made up of tigers

like him, you're in bad trouble.

- Aren't you bein' a little tough on him?

- No tougher than De Toro's gonna be.

Where does that leave me?

Alone.

Chris.

Good luck.

- (Chris) Shelly's in a mighty big hurry.

- (Noah) Let's go.

- De Toro?

- Yeah.

It looks like Shelly's joined 'em. Come on.

Hey, take it easy.

We're liable to catch up with him!

(gunshots)

That's how Shelly bought into the gang.

That's where Mackay set up his ambush.

- Shelly's led him right in behind 'em.

- Damn it to hell. Come on.

(gunshots)

(Noah) You're not going

down there, are you?

(Chris) Come on.

(Noah) I don't see Mackay.

Maybe he took your advice and lit out.

(Chris) I didn't think he would.

I don't know whether I'm glad or not.

Sure been a lot of killin' since I met you.

Well, shall we bury 'em?

The livin' need us more.

There can't be anything left in their town

but the women... and De Toro.

I guess they took off.

There's one by the cantina. Another

in the door of the mission, coverin' us.

Ease off your saddle.

Keep your horse between

you and the mission.

Right.

Manos arriba!

Noah! It's safe now.

Are you sure?

- (door opens)

- (women sobbing)

Chris.

Thank you.

I'm Laurie Gunn.

Uh, Miss or Mrs?

Mrs. I mean, uh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let her cry. She'll feel better.

Here.

I'm Noah Forbes. Call him Chris.

Jim Mackay talked about you.

He said you would come and help.

Only you got here too late.

How are the other women?

Oh, God. I just hope

none of us gets pregnant.

Can you tell me about it?

There are only 17 of us women.

And, uh... De Toro came riding in here

with about 40... 50 men.

He... he told us that he had

found our men in the hills.

And that he had killed them all.

Did he say where

he was goin' from here?

Did he say when he'd be back?

I think they were going to Texas.

They'll stop here on their way home.

Probably take you back with him.

That's what he said.

- Most of the others are asleep.

- Oh, Madge.

- When could you take us away?

- We'll round up horses in the morning.

- But they took them all away.

- We can walk.

Walk? Across the desert?

- You'll all die the first day out.

- At least it's a chance.

Look, De Toro can ride 20 miles

while you're walking one.

If he catches you out in the open,

he'll just butcher you.

- We'll go for help.

- Where?

The rurales can't do anything.

The US troops can't cross the border.

Volunteers won't come here and fight

De Toro. Mackay's already tried it.

- What are you saying?

- There must be something.

- I'm open for suggestions.

- If they come back here, I'll kill myself.

Damn you! Think of something.

Maybe I can get a few men

tough enough to match De Toro.

(Noah) Where?

Tell me everything you know about him.

What's he like? How he acts? Everything.

Well, uh...

The first thing you notice

about him are... his eyes.

They tell you that he's mad.

Crazy mad.

- Come on. Let's go.

- You better eat somethin'.

You won't get a chance again

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