The Magnificent Seven Ride (The Magnificent Seven Ride!)

Hold it!

Jim, if you wanna stay alive, you'd better be more careful.

Chris, I've been on the trail a long time.

- I've been lookin' for ya. - Well, we'd better get you into town.

Come on.

I'm scared, Ma. I'm really scared.

I'm not excusing it, ma'am. He did wrong.

But the punishment don't fit the crime.

He's only 18.

Only a boy.

- What did you do? - I was just funnin'. Busted into a store.

Help us, please, ma'am. Talk to your husband.

Save your tears, señora.

The marshal has no mercy, no sympathy, no compassion.

- What did he do? - Pepe Carral?

He's knocked over most every bank in this territory.

And Big Walt over there, he's just too strong for his own brainpower.

Chris.

Chris.

No.

But he's only a boy.

He had a man's wants when he was robbin'.

And he didn't spend the money he stole on grub for his family.

He spent it on women, liquor and cards.

And then, when he's caught, he calls himself a boy again.

If you put him in that Tucson hellhole, he'll come out a wild animal.

That storekeeper you robbed has six kids.

You ruined him.

You wiped out ten years of hard work for just one night. One good time.

- I learned my lesson, honest. - Chris, please.

No.

You're supposed to be an important man. A friend of the governor's.

Why, you're worse than any man you ever sent to Tucson.

Is there any man in there that's killed as many men as you?

Not by half, there isn't.

I didn't kill for the same reasons they did.

You're not as pure as them that stands before you.

Name's Noah Forbes, Marshal.

I've decided to do for you what Ned Buntline did for Bill Cody.

- Make a damn fool of me. - Make you famous.

You're a writer?

You name a big city newspaper and I've worked on it.

That means you're pretty good... or you can't hold a job.

All you have to do is talk to me.

I'll do the writing, you get a third.

I met Buntline. Read his stuff. Mostly trash.

Things weren't anything like that.

Listen, what people think is true is a lot more important than what really is true.

Can't get rich telling 'em they're wrong.

I don't make my livin' that way.

Look, somebody's gonna write about you anyway. Why shouldn't it be me?

All right. But you get half.

And you don't print anything I don't like.

It's a deal.

Rye. Bring a bottle and put it on the marshal's bill.

I'll be a little short till I finish the book.

You better write good.

What are you doin' here? You should be flat on your back for a week.

I ain't got a week, Chris. I ain't got an hour to spare.

Well, come on. Have a drink anyway.

Jim Mackay, Noah Forbes. Here's a man you could write about.

- He's ridden with me more than once. - Lawman, Mr Mackay?

- I used to be a bounty hunter. - One of the few that brought 'em in alive.

But I'm a lawman now. And don't you laugh, Chris.

A legal and respectable town marshal.

They've got a good man. What town?

Magdalena, down Sonora way. It's a farmin' settlement.

Mostly Mexican. A few American families. We get along just fine.

An American marshal in a Mexican town.

They couldn't be too particular. They needed help bad.

You see, we border De Toro's territory.

Who's De Toro?

Bandit. Raids both sides of the border.

The cavalry and the rurales could stop him if they'd cooperate,...

but neither side lets the other cross the frontier.

Those two pistoleros. De Toro's?

I guess they figure I'm comin' to look for some of the old bunch.

Jim, I've crossed that border three times to fight bandits.

- I ain't goin' down there again. - Chris, he's bound to hit us any time.

He's got 50, 60 men. I got a handful of farmers.

And I've got a good job.

And a new wife who's still practically a bride.

I don't like to bring this up, Chris, but I saved your life one time.

That doesn't give you any right to ask for it now.

Besides, didn't I save your neck today?

Doesn't that make us even, if you're keepin' score?

You told me then, Chris, "I owe you. You want something, you ask, you got it."

I hung on to that promise for ten years. I saved it like grubstake,...

waitin' for something important to come along, and I'm askin' now.

No, Jim. I can't.

Remember that first time, Chris? Seven of us got $350. $50 apiece.

Well, those folks in Magdalena, they trust me. Me, Chris, with everything they got.

I got $3,000 here. One thousand of its yours for just a couple of weeks' work.

Well, maybe some of the others.

Dead, mostly. Or semi-retired, like me.

Skinner or Elliot?

Tucson Prison.

Who brought 'em in, Chris?

Times change, Jim. They couldn't accept it.

Yeah, well.

I guess I don't neither.

Luck, Chris.

Luck.

I'm glad you didn't lock it.

I figured you'd break it down if I did.

Chris.

He's only 18.

Hickok, Clay Allison, the Daltons,...

how do you figure I outlived them?

By knowing when not to take unnecessary chances.

Now, that's hard, but it's the only way that works.

Works against who?

I mean, Shelly's no Mark Skinner or Pepe Carral.

I'm not asking you to help gunfighters.

Judge Parker said to me once:

"The men I hanged never killed again, but plenty that I didn't hang did."

You tell me he's wrong.

He wasn't talking about a boy who robbed a store.

I've buried a lot of friends who thought fuzzy-faced kids weren't dangerous.

Means a lot to you, huh?

I don't owe Shelly a damn thing and I do him a big favour.

I owe Jim Mackay a lot, and I don't do anything for him.

I can't seem to do anything right.

Sure you can.

Come on.

Chris, how come I'm in chains and Walt isn't?

He promised not to get away.

- And you believed him? - Yeah, I believed him. Come on.

Hold it.

I'm sorry, Chris, but these irons spoil my aim.

- (Chris) Hello, Skinner. - I'll see you next time I bust out.

I'll be here.

Beats me where he hid it. He learns hard.

- Forget about it. - If you say so.

All right, bring 'em on.

Hold it. Wait a minute. Leave him.

Shelly.

You go on home. And stay out of trouble.

Hold it, Marshal. I got an order to bring him in.

You had an order. Go on, get.

Yaah!

Come on.

Bust him, Pepe.

Damn you, Chris! You give everybody a break but me!

Kill the bastard.

That lousy kid doesn't deserve letting off!

I'll kill you.

I will, Chris.

- I'll kill you. - Not if I get to him first.

Pepe.

Thanks.

A glass of water.

I put this on your bill.

You can play me for things that aren't important.

Just don't try it with anything that is.

I already figured that out for myself.

Wanna get some work done?

OK, the battle of Adobe Walls. What was that like?

Well, there were 28 of us.

Bat Masterson, me, Billy Dixon, one woman.

Rest of 'em were buffalo hunters.

Quanah Parker had 600 Comanches with him.

28 against 600. Yeah, that's great. What happened?

We had a hell of a fight.

And?

We won.

Waah!

Boy, when I saw that wagon pullin' out without me,...

I never felt so good in all my life.

All the way over, my feet kept saying "You're free, free, free!"

To do what? Go back to the same life that made you risk Tucson in the first place?

You're no better off than you ever were, Shelly.

- Do you feel like comin' home for lunch? - Yes.

If you think you're gonna follow us home, forget it.

OK. I'll run over to the restaurant. You run a bill there too, don't ya?

Shelly, no!

No, Chris.

No! No!

- Any more shooting'll hit her. - Get up.

- No. - Get up. Come here.

You're gonna be all right, huh?

Hell, I already wrote your epitaph, had the governor comin' to your funeral.

Thanks.

Well, she nursed you, Chris. She hasn't slept in 48 hours.

Where's Arrila?

They, uh... took her.

Oh, God.

I guess he just couldn't stand the farm.

What are you going to do?

Kill them.

Hey, don't die just ridin' along. That'd be a real anticlimax.

On the other hand, we could say you left your deathbed, just died on the trail.

That has a real good ring to it.

How far you figure we've come? 100 miles?

I tell you, it feels more like a thousand. Damn it, my ass hurts.

How can anything stuffed with hay be this hard?

There's somethin' down there.

It looks like hers.

It's a tough climb, Chris. I'll go.

Dead?