Guns of the Magnificent Seven Page #6

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...this is what you bring to take

our little dove from Diego?

- You don't understand, Lobero.

- I understand. Does he understand?

That one?

He is the leader.

I can tell. It is in the eyes.

Does he understand that

he will have to fight against soldiers?

Soldiers, not Indians

with little bows and arrows.

Soldiers! 10 times more than you.

- He has a plan.

- He has a plan(?)

He also has our money, but I am the

only one that has the men and the guns.

What plan? Where is this plan?

When I'm ready, I'll tell ya.

When he is ready.

Not when Lobero is ready,

when he is ready!

- Well, give him a chance, Lobero.

- I do not need your advice!

All right.

I will wait.

But not for long.

Vamonosl

- Levi?

- Huh?

Will my father ever come home?

Oh, you bet he will.

- Levi?

- Hm?

Will you be my father

until he comes home?

You bet I will.

- Levi?

- What?

Why is it that people always fight?

Well, someday you're gonna be

an old man, just like me...

...and when you are you may get an

answer to that question and if you do...

...you tell me, will ya?

You bet I will.

- Max?

- Hm?

You ever been inside the rathole?

Not yet.

Well, you will be.

- How's that?

- We gotta get the layout.

How are we going to get in?

Just ride in.

(coughs)

(Slater) I'm a freak. I'm a freak.

Rag man... rag arm.

I'm a freak.

Freak... freak.

Freak.

(man) Buffalo Ben, is he?

Never heard of him.

(cackling)

(Cassie) Rag arm... You're going to get

yourself all busted up, boy.

If you weren't a cripple,

I'd break your back.

(Slater) It was a joke, Cassie.

A joke, that's all.

(Cassie) I don't see nobody laughin'.

We need water for our horses.

You must have permission.

Well, your colonel is an old friend.

I will check with the sergeant.

Permission to water horses.

Si.

The sergeant, he will talk to the colonel.

It's a nice place you've got here.

Thank you. The presidente himself

gave us a commendation.

- It's a big place.

- 200 men.

Does my friend work you

seven days a week?

It is hard work. But only six days.

Sunday is no work.

- Our wives come that day.

- Early, I bet, huh?

Unhappily, no, sir.

In the afternoon after church.

Some just say they are wives.

I have two.

- The prisoners' wives come too?

- Never. Seven days a week for them.

Well, have fun with both your wives.

Ah, the treasure hunters.

You are just in time.

You will talk now...

...or you will never talk again.

Who are your district leaders?

Where are your guns?

What are your orders?

With what treacherous

generals do you meet?

I repeat, with what treacherous

generals do you meet?

I cannot ask your forgiveness, my friends.

I can only ask it of God.

(anguished cries)

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