Guns of the Magnificent Seven Page #3

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Why do you people always

have such long names?

I don't know. Perhaps it's because

we all have such short lives.

Well, Chris? Can I fight with you?

- Welcome, Max.

- Thank you, Chris.

Cave-in!

Cave-in!

(groaning)

We'll get you outta here.

We'll get you out. We'll get you out.

Hold on, we'll get you outta here.

Get him out! Get him out!

Ah!

That's great. That's gonna cost us

nothin' but time and money.

I told you it might collapse.

The surface charge was too much.

You're all back and no brains, boy.

So you stick your damn advice.

The company shouldn't hire your kind.

Pick up your card and get your butt

back up in the trees where you belong...

(Chris) He ain't worth killin', Cassie.

I wish I was as sure of that as you are!

(boss) You're through, you hear?

You're through!

Get the hell off of this property

before I call the sheriff! Go on!

- What the hell are you doin' here?

- I'm lookin' for you.

- What's on your mind?

- I've got somethin' going.

I need ya.

- Who is this?

- Name's Keno.

This is a rough go, huh, Cassie?

Yeah.

If I hang around here

much longer, I'll end up in jail.

Wouldn't you rather blow one up?

- For money or for laughs?

- About as much as you'd make in a year.

$100.

Not many laughs.

I don't work here no more.

I guess I might...

...take you up on that.

(laughs)

Chris, how are ya? It's good to see ya.

Long time. I'm sorry

about your hat, stranger.

- Yeah, so am I.

- This is my friend, Keno.

Well, then you're no stranger. Levi.

Come on in. Get in there.

Well, sit down, sit down.

This is my...

This is my wife.

She's a good woman, but she

don't like strangers, just me.

So I notice.

Kinda surprise you a little bit

that I got these shots left in me?

- You didn't wait very long to fire 'em.

- I didn't have much time.

Supper's just about ready.

We're havin' beans.

- Hope you like beans. It's all we're havin'.

- Fine, fine.

Milk for the kids. No whisky.

We can't afford it.

- Land does look a little tough and dry.

- It's like jerky. Dry well don't help none.

- Why don't you dig a new one?

- No time. I gotta feed the family first.

Would $100 help?

- What's the action?

- Prison break. In Mexico.

No, Chris.

I've packed all that in.

I do my talkin' with my...

...mouth now, mostly.

Besides, I'm too old.

It's time for a-settin' and a-lookin'.

Most of the time, anyway.

$100 would dig you a new well.

Buy you a lot of staples.

I ain't as fast as I used to be.

You're probably a lot smarter.

And you look just as tough.

(chuckles)

Well, what do you say

we find out the way we used to?

One... two... three.

I think you're just bein' kind to me, Chris.

In more ways than one.

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