The Magnificent Seven Ride! Page #5

- What are you saying?

- There must be something.

- I'm open for suggestions.

- If they come back here, I'll kill myself.

Damn you! Think of something.

Maybe I can get a few men

tough enough to match De Toro.

(Noah) Where?

Tell me everything you know about him.

What's he like? How he acts? Everything.

Well, uh...

The first thing you notice

about him are... his eyes.

They tell you that he's mad.

Crazy mad.

- Come on. Let's go.

- You better eat somethin'.

You won't get a chance again

for quite a while.

Hey, this isn't like with Mackay?

We're not gonna cut out on 'em?

No, or I'd have told 'em

so they could make other plans.

Suddenly it is not so bad, huh?

- What?

- Me bein' a killer.

No, it's turned out to be quite useful.

There's somethin' else. We don't

have to go lookin' for Shelly now.

He's gonna come ridin' in

with De Toro. Come on.

- You will come back?

- Yeah.

Suppose they come back before you do?

Just pray they don't.

Stop worryin'. We'll be back.

(Chris) I knew he wouldn't run.

Shelly. Mackay killed him.

The women need you anyway.

You gotta help 'em, Chris.

You promised.

He did my job.

I'll do his.

- I don't think this is quite legal.

- I don't care what you think.

The governor's approved it. He's the boss.

- I won't turn these men loose.

- You're not turnin' 'em loose.

You're paroling them in my custody.

It don't seem right, turning 'em loose

to do the very things...

.. they were put in here

for doing in the first place.

Marshal, I think you oughta know.

They're not quite so tough any more.

- I had to do a bit of taming.

- You didn't tame 'em, you broke 'em.

They weren't sent here for a vacation.

Pepe.

- Chris, I've been thinking about you.

- Have you?

You better believe it.

How's it goin', Walt?

- Answer!

- It's all right.

It's not all right.

They're in my custody now.

Captain.

May I ask what you mean about

us being in your custody now?

Can you still handle dynamite, Elliot?

Good.

- Still smiling, huh, Skinner?

- Only on the outside, Chris.

- Fast as ever?

- I wish you'd try me.

I've got pardons here, signed

by the governor for each of you.

When I countersign 'em,

you'll be free men.

- Well, then, sign 'em.

- You're gonna earn 'em first.

- How?

- Join a posse I'm leadin'.

- Go to hell.

- All right, put him back in his cell.

Hey, wait a minute.

All right, Chris.

- Whatever you say.

- Who are we going after?

- Juan De Toro.

- Into Mexico?

Pardons, hell. That's seven against 70.

You're takin' us in there to get killed.

The odds are long. Pay's good.

But there is one hitch.

If I get killed by you, by accident

or by De Toro's bunch,...

.. the governor will assume that you did it.

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