The Magnificent Seven Ride! Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 100 min
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I owe Jim Mackay a lot,
and I don't do anything for him.
I can't seem to do anything right.
Sure you can.
Come on.
Chris, how come
I'm in chains and Walt isn't?
He promised not to get away.
- And you believed him?
- Yeah, I believed him. Come on.
(Chris) Hold it.
I'm sorry, Chris,
- (Chris) Hello, Skinner.
- I'll see you next time I bust out.
I'll be here.
Beats me where he hid it. He learns hard.
- If you say so.
All right, bring 'em on.
Hold it. Wait a minute. Leave him.
Shelly.
You go on home. And stay out of trouble.
Hold it, Marshal.
I got an order to bring him in.
You had an order. Go on, get.
Yaah!
Come on.
(Skinner) Bust him, Pepe.
Damn you, Chris!
You give everybody a break but me!
(Skinner) Kill the bastard.
That lousy kid doesn't deserve letting off!
(Pepe) I'll kill you.
I will, Chris.
- I'll kill you.
- Not if I get to him first.
Pepe.
Thanks.
A glass of water.
I put this on your bill.
You can play me for things
that aren't important.
Just don't try it with anything that is.
I already figured that out for myself.
Wanna get some work done?
OK, the battle of Adobe Walls.
What was that like?
Well, there were 28 of us.
Bat Masterson, me,
Billy Dixon, one woman.
Rest of 'em were buffalo hunters.
Quanah Parker had
What happened?
We had a hell of a fight.
And?
We won.
Waah!
Boy, when I saw that wagon
pullin' out without me,...
.. I never felt so good in all my life.
All the way over, my feet kept saying
"You're free, free, free!"
To do what? Go back to the same life that
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.
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