The Magnificent Seven

Go on!

Seem a little lonely. Need some company?

Make some time for you, little missy.

- Yeah! - Come on, move! Get out of the way!

- Hurry. - Quickly.

Hurry.

- Move it! - Come on, come on!

- Get out of the way, now! - Come on.

Fire in the hole!

Another wagon coming from town!

That's Mr. Bogue's gold!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Move. Get out of the way!

Out of the road!

This gold's heavy.

- Must be a lot in there. - You folks stay back!

Stay away from the gold!

- Get right inside. You, get up there! - Get going!

There's more gold in the wagon.

Hurry up. Get the rest of those cases.

Ain't right how these men are being treated.

They fought in the war.

- Whoa. Whoa! - Line your asses up and get paid.

- All right, let's go. - Let's go! Move!

- All right, boys, line up. - Move. Come on!

Get that wagon back to the mine.

Let's move! Move!

What about our water?

Bogue's gonna come back, and he's gonna try and take this land.

- What about our families? - What about Bogue?

Hey, calm down! Calm down!

Our crops are dying!

He's telling us that the water's poison?

- It's a lie! - It is a lie.

Otherwise, why does he have Blackstones keeping us away from it?

- He's just a man, Turner. - He's a man with an army, Phillips!

- He's a man with a claim to mine a mountain. - He's trying to run us out of town.

And his miners are camping on the edge of our town!

A man seizing our land.

A man with dozens of hired guns on his payroll.

We know that, Turner.

- Who's gonna stand up to a man like that? - We will.

- But how? With what? - We're just farmers.

To Bogue?

- There are laws on our side. - Bogue is the law, Matthew.

Bought and paid for.

- Even got our sheriff on his payroll! - And his deputies.

- And that's why I say we fight. - I say we fight. Yeah.

I ain't fighting, and I ain't leaving neither.

- Well, what are you gonna do? - God will provide.

That is right, Brother Phillip. The Lord surely will provide.

Now, now. Bogue is a businessman.

If you just reason with him...

...he'll give you a fair share.

- Oh, yeah. Right. Sure he will. - Fair share, Gavin?

You're the only one making money here!

No, you and your whores.

Now, Ben, that ain't fair.

You know that. You were there the other night.

You know that's a lie now, Gavin!

- Please, brothers and sisters... - You know that's a lie.

- Please, brothers and sisters. - Reason?

Ask the Dennehys how far reasoning got them.

He burned all the Dennehys' crops!

- Our farms are rotting. - That's right.

It's only a matter of time before he drives all of us out of here.

For the sake of our children,

I believe it's time we leave Rose Creek.

- To where? - And where are we gonna go?

- I know you're scared. - I've given everything I have.

We all are, but we came far to get here.

Suffered losses too painful to bear to make this our home.

- Praise God. - Amen.

We did it.

All of us.

Together.

This valley is ours.

- I agree with Matthew. - I'm with Matthew.

This is the Lord's house. It's no place for guns.

There are women and children.

Shh.

Oh!

Mr. Bogue.

This is what you love, what you'd die for.

And what your children

and your children's children will work on, suffer for,

be consumed by.

Look at me, boy. Come on up here.

Come on, boy. Come on!

It's okay, son.

Now, I come here for gold.

Gold.

This country has long equated democracy with capitalism,

capitalism with God.

So you're standing not only in the way of progress and capital.

You're standing in the way of God!

- And for what? Hmm? - No, preacher.

You want to help me out?

Let's find out.

Put your hand in there for me.

Go on.

Go on.

Land.

This is no longer land.

The moment I put a pin in the map,

the day I descended into this godforsaken valley

and cast my gaze upon it,

it ceased to be land and became...

That's it. Pull your hand out.

Dust.

Go on, sit back down.

This is your God?

$20 for each parcel of dust, that is my offer.

- My land is worth three times that! - You can't do that.

We have to think of our families.

This valley's worth more than that.

- You're stealing our land! - And our livelihood.

It won't sweeten.

It'll only sour.

- They're coming in! - Everybody on out!

Get out of here! Go on!

What are you doing? This is God's house.

Both of you! Stay here!

You're not going anywhere. Stay here!

No, no, no!

- No, please, no! - Get down.

Somebody help her. Come on. Come on.

- Get out! - It's the Lord's house!

- Move! - Get the hell out of here!

No! Don't!

Please!

Do not turn your back on the Lord.

Please stop.

- Please, stop it! - Leave him alone!

Stay down, preacher!

- I'll return to Rose Creek in three weeks. - Stop moving.

Those of you who accept my offer,

whose signed deeds are on my desk when I return...

- Matthew! - ...shall get their $20.

Get off him!

Those of you who do not,

may your good Lord help you.

I'll help you. I'm sorry. Let me help you.

The Lord's watching.

What kind of man are you?

What'd these people ever do to you? Huh?

For what, Bogue?

For land?

For land?

No!

Matthew!

Isabel, no!

Son of a bitch.

- No, Caleb! - Oh, my God.

Down, down! Stay down.

No, no.

No!

Leave the bodies where they lay

and let 'em look at 'em a few days.

No!

- My God. - No!

No! No!

Caleb.

Please, God, don't take him.

Come on, Leni. We have to get the baby away from the church.

- It's on fire. Come on, come on, come on. - No, no.

Come on, come with us. Come on, Leni.

This is the Lord's house.

- Come on, there's a fire! - Something's on fire!

- Let's put it out, men. We can't leave this! - Shit, it's on fire!

It'll be burned to the ground if we don't hurry!

- Stay back! - Wait, wait, wait.

- Stay back. - Stay back, men!

Come on, we're just trying to help.

You don't get paid to help. Move!

- I can't. - I'm fine.

Come on. Come on. Come with us.

Damn wheel's busted. I can't fix it!

Got a long ride ahead of us.

Well, lookee there.

You know where you are, cowboy?

Oh, get right here. Get right here.

Yeah, I'm hoping to change my luck.

- These cards are shit. - Deal.

Now, let's try to keep civil this round, okay?

I'm looking at you, Lucas.

Just play the damn game, Faraday.

What the hell is he doing here?

Shot of busthead.

Sorry, don't carry that kind, cowboy.

Well, in that case, I'll have a double.

- What's that for? - Information.

Looking for a man. Big fella.

'Bout your size.

What's his name?

Name his mama gave him was, uh, Daniel Harrison,

but sometimes he goes by the name of Powder Dan.

Killed a tenant farmer and his son in cold blood.

Stole the man's plow horse.