The Magnificent Seven Page #3

I'll pass the word around

that you're looking for men.

It won't be hard to find men here.

Everyone wears a gun.

Sure... same as they wear pants.

That's expected.

But good men? That's

something else again.

How can you tell they are good?

There are ways.

Come in.

The word is out

you're looking for men.

That's right. Men who

are good with that.

I'm good with it.

Fast?

Try me.

I aim to. Step in closer.

Now, hold your hands like that.

Now, clap.

Faster.

Now, as fast as you can.

Now you try it.

Very young and...

and very proud.

The graveyards are full of boys who

were very young and very proud.

Come in.

No tricks now, Chris.

Harry! It's good

to see you again.

Chris.

What are you doing

in this dump?

I heard you've got

a contract open.

Not for a high-stepper

like you.

A dollar bill always looks

as big to me as a bedspread.

It's just eating money.

A gold eagle, room and board. Six

weeks gunning for some farmers.

You old Cajun! You don't talk so good,

but you always know what's goin' on.

Oh, Harry.

With your permission.

All right. All that's on top.

What's underneath?

Only what I told you.

Gold? Cattle? Payroll?

Only what I told you.

Sure, never mind.

Tell me when you can.

Harry, please don't

understand me so fast!

I said never mind. I'm in.

You dirty dog!

Place your bets.

Five.

Five.

Eight.

Eights again. Ten at the point.

The cowpoke that just walked

in in the stovepipe chaps...

I'd like to buy him a drink.

Yes, sir!

Vlgame Dios. There's one.

Look at the scars on his face.

The man for us is the one

who gave him that face.

Hey... you learn fast.

Next bet comin' up.

Crap.

Next man.

Gent over there

wants to buy you a drink.

Vin.

Howdy.

I'd like to buy you a drink.

Whiskey.

Have you anything lined up?

Yeah. I'm gonna take a

job in a grocery store.

Fella says I'm gonna make

a crackerjack clerk.

Crackerjack.

If that's your taste...

I heard of a job shooin' some flies away

from a village, but I don't know the pay.

$20.

A week?

Six weeks:
the whole job.

Well, that's ridiculous.

You heard of anything?

Yeah.

Shooing some flies away

from a little village.

Their village.

It pays $20?

I'm looking for men right now.

No, it wouldn't even

pay for my bullets.

Ours is a poor village.

We understand. You could get

much more in a grocery store...

and it's good, steady work.

Yep.

How many you got?

Looking for O'Reilly.

Don't know his name,

but there's a fella in back

choppin' wood for his breakfast.

Mornin'.

I'm a friend of Harry Luck's.

He tells me you're broke.

Nah, I'm doing this because

I'm an eccentric millionaire

There's a job for six men, watching

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