The Magnificent Seven Page #4

over a village, south of the border.

How big's the opposition?

Thirty guns.

I admire your notion

of fair odds, mister.

Harry tells me you faced bigger

odds in the Travis County war.

Well, they paid me

$600 for that one.

He said you got that

Salinas thing cleared up.

They paid me $800 for that one.

You cost a lot.

Yeah...

That's right, I cost a lot.

The offer is $20.

$20?

Right now, that's a lot.

Where can I reach you?

Right here.

I still say he can't.

And I tell you he can.

If he claims that, he's a liar.

Not so loud. He might hear you.

I don't give a damn

if he hears me or not.

I got two months' salary comin'.

I'll bet it all it ain't so.

Well, you ain't

bettin' with me.

Me either.

I told you what he said,

and I believe him.

Well, one of us is a fathead.

You can get good odds on which.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Britt. Britt, wake up.

I'm talkin' to ya! Look at me!

Filene told me what you said. I

say you're wrong. What d'you say?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

What's the matter? You afraid?

Afraid to tell me I'm wrong?!

Call it.

Well, you see, I won.

Well, how about it?

Well?

Filene, how about it?

I don't know.

It was mighty close.

Close? What d'you mean, close? You all got eyes.

You saw what happened. I won!

You tell 'em. I won, didn't I?

You lost.

You're a liar.

I said you're a liar!

I said you're

a coward and a liar!

Get up. Let's do it for real.

Get up!

Get up, I said!

So help me, I'll let you

have it right where you are.

Call it!

I want nothin' to do with this.

Call it!

Drop it, Wallace. Forget it.

Get away from me.

Call it.

Britt.

Chris.

Can I have a word with you?

Did you have any luck?

Found a man who would

have been perfect.

Gun or knife, you couldn't want any better.

Wasn't interested.

The money? It wasn't enough?

He doesn't care

a hoot about money.

A man in this line of work who

doesn't care about money?!

Men in this line of work are not all alike.

Some care about nothing but money.

Others, for reasons of their

own, enjoy only the danger.

And the competition.

If he's the best with a knife and

a gun, with whom does he compete?

Himself.

You.

I've been looking for you!

What have we got here?

Never mind.

He knows.

Clap hands, he says.

Clap your hands, and let's

see how fast you are.

Clap hands!

A man comes to him...

cos he respects him...

cos he'd be proud

to work with him.

He makes me look like two cents

with some damned kids' game!

Hey, kid, that's

enough of that!

You stay away from me, will ya?

Come on, now...

and let's see how fast you are.

And no games? No clapping

hands...none of that stuff!

Just draw.

Come on. Come on, draw!

Campesino. Come on!

You say campesino to me?!

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