Guns of the Magnificent Seven

Where is the meeting?

In the church.

Is Quintero with them?

Yes.

Señor Quintero,

for-- for three years

they have heard nothing but talk.

Now, when are we going to do something?

When are we going to get the soldiers off our necks?

Soon, my friend.

Soon.

But first,

we must grow strong.

In one week, I go to Sonora

to meet with the Revolutionary Council.

If I can show them

the support of the people,

and the young fighters in the hills,

they promise that the generals sympathetic to our cause

will come over to our side.

The Presidente will run before our strength.

Then,

you will be free to live as men,

and not as animals.

And what about Lobero?

He is a bandit and a thief.

Oh, it's hard to respect the law

when you feel the heel of its boot on your back.

I'm not so sure that what Lobero wants from the revolution

is the same as we want.

Well, he says he wants to help.

And he has many guns.

Do you trust him?

Only his guns.

For the revolution, I would make a bargain with the devil.

So why not with Lobero?

Let him join us.

Perhaps, after we win,

he will change.

Oh, it is time for me to go.

Señor Quintero.

Please,

be careful, huh?

You took a big chance just coming here.

Hmm.

In these days, one takes a chance

every time he wakes up in the morning.

Quintero, we are waiting!

It's Diego.

They're all over the place.

Benito?

Is he dead?

Yes, he's dead.

I told you we should have brought guns.

Guns? What guns?

Quintero!

It is useless to resist.

We must wait for our time.

Take this.

It will help.

Somehow,

I don't know how,

we will be together, eh?

- If I live. - Shh.

You will live.

Quintero!

I do not like to be kept waiting!

Look at your leader.

The little dove who would be an eagle!

Take a good look.

You will not see him again.

This...

This is who you follow but you go nowhere.

He talks.

Oh, how he talks but he does not fight!

Must we teach you again and again?

To resist the President only brings death!

Will you never learn?

Tie them up.

They have done nothing.

Why make them suffer because of me?

Perhaps you are right.

They do nothing on the farms.

They will do nothing in prison.

We are short on rations,

so why feed stupid mouths?

Lobero.

It's me, Maximiliano.

Hmm?

What happened?

Quintero's been captured.

The little dove is in the rat hole!

I told you not to let him come, no?

Nobody listens to Lobero.

Now, we will have to get him out.

Tomorrow.

But every time we do we don't.

But every time we do we don't what?

Every time we go in,

we don't come back.

Two brothers I have lost

trying to get your uncle out.

He's right, Lobero.

We're going to need some help.

What do you mean need help? I have men. I have guns.

It's not enough.

Is not enough?

You have a plan?

I know someone who can help us.

Someone who can help us.

Who is this great genius?

This great man?

I have never seen him.

All I know is that he's a friend and his name is Chris.

And he will help us because he love us.

No, no. For money.

For money?

How much money?

$600.

$600?

- American? - American.

You have the money?

What do you think, Miguel?

- I think we should do as he says. - Ah!

I don't care what you think.

Okay.

All right.

Maximiliano,

you go.

But you better come back

with the cannons and the guns

and the dynamite,

and the whole shooting match.

Gonna be a hangin'!

You got anything to say, stranger?

I said it all at my trial.

You didn't believe me then.

- String him up! - Hang him!

Kill the horse thief!

You, uh,

you wanna know my name before you hang me?

Not particularly.

Just your last words.

I demand a recount.

We've been all through that before.

It was your word against the Garrett boys.

Three of the finest men I know.

Born and bred right here in this town.

You mean three of the finest liars you know.

Stealing a man's horse in this country

is worse than stealing his wife.

There's been too much of this thing goin' on,

and I'm going to put a stop to it.

Horse stealin' or wife stealin', Judge?

Come on, Judge,

let's get on with it. I got some steers want brandin'.

All right, boys, get on with it.

I'm a reasonable man, Judge.

Give him a recount.

All right, Coley.

Whatever you say.

Everybody in favour of hanging this man say "aye".

Aye.

Against?

No.

And who says no?

Me.

Just who are you to say no?

Who do you have to be

to say no to a rigged court

stretchin' the neck of some poor slob?

And what would you suggest?

Well, she's just another horse.

She's nothin' special.

She...

He could be anybody's.

This man says it's his.

Huh?

This man says it's his.

One of them's a liar.

Better prove I'm a liar.

I can't do that.

Then who can?

The horse.

It's all right with me, Judge.

Take the horse out in the middle of the street.

Come on, horse.

Come on.

Come on, horse. Come to daddy.

Come on, Billy-boy.

Come on.

Billy-boy.

Come on, Billy-boy.

Come on, Billy-boy.

Yeah, come on, fella.

Come on, Billy-boy.

Come over here.

Come on.

Come on, Billy-boy, come to daddy.

That's it. Come on, Billy-boy.