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Henry (corset salesman): Where are you from?
Chris: [Points thumb toward his back]
Henry (corset salesman): Oh, well where you headed?
Chris: [Points finger in front of him]
Chris: [Points thumb toward his back]
Henry (corset salesman): Oh, well where you headed?
Chris: [Points finger in front of him]
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Miguel: We need help.
Hilario: We must buy guns. We know nothing about them. Will you buy them for us?
Chris: Guns are very expensive and hard to get. Why don't you hire men?
Hilario: Men?
Chris: Gunmen. Nowadays, men are cheaper than guns.
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Hilario: It won't be hard to find men here. Everyone wears a gun.
Chris: Sure. Same as they wear pants. That's expected. But good men? That's something else again.
Hilario: We must buy guns. We know nothing about them. Will you buy them for us?
Chris: Guns are very expensive and hard to get. Why don't you hire men?
Hilario: Men?
Chris: Gunmen. Nowadays, men are cheaper than guns.
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Hilario: It won't be hard to find men here. Everyone wears a gun.
Chris: Sure. Same as they wear pants. That's expected. But good men? That's something else again.
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Chris Adams: Harry! Good to see you again. What are you doing in this dump?
Harry Luck: I, uh, heard you got a contract open.
Chris: Oh, not for a high-stepper like you.
Harry: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
Chris: It's just eating money, Harry. A gold eagle, room and board. Six weeks gunning for some farmers.
Harry: Ah, you old Cajun! You don't talk so good, but you always know what's going on.
Chris: Now, Harry --
Harry: (to villagers) Uh, con permiso. (he closes the door and turns to Chris) All right. All that's on top. What's underneath?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Gold? Cattle? Payroll?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Oh, sure, sure. Just tell me when you can.
Chris: Harry, please don't understand me so fast.
Harry: Look, never mind. (winks) I'm in!
Harry Luck: I, uh, heard you got a contract open.
Chris: Oh, not for a high-stepper like you.
Harry: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
Chris: It's just eating money, Harry. A gold eagle, room and board. Six weeks gunning for some farmers.
Harry: Ah, you old Cajun! You don't talk so good, but you always know what's going on.
Chris: Now, Harry --
Harry: (to villagers) Uh, con permiso. (he closes the door and turns to Chris) All right. All that's on top. What's underneath?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Gold? Cattle? Payroll?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Oh, sure, sure. Just tell me when you can.
Chris: Harry, please don't understand me so fast.
Harry: Look, never mind. (winks) I'm in!
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[Scouting for gunmen in a local saloon.]
Miguel: There's one! Look at all the scars on his face!
Hilario: The man for us is the one who gave him that face.
Chris Adams: Hey, you learn fast.
Miguel: There's one! Look at all the scars on his face!
Hilario: The man for us is the one who gave him that face.
Chris Adams: Hey, you learn fast.
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Vin: I did hear of a job below the border shooing flies away from a village, but I can't find out what it pays.
Chris Adams: Twenty dollars.
Vin: A week?
Chris: Six weeks. Whole job.
Vin: Well, that's ridiculous. You heard of anything?
Chris: Yeah. Below the border shooing flies away from a village. Their village. (indicates Hilario and company)
Vin: Twenty dollars.
Chris: You can come in right now.
Vin: Nah, that wouldn't even pay for my bullets.
Hilario: Ours is a poor village.
Miguel: We understand. You can make much more as a grocery clerk. And it's good, steady work.
Chris: Yeah.
Vin: How many you got?
[Chris holds up one finger; Vin shakes his head and holds up two fingers.]
Chris Adams: Twenty dollars.
Vin: A week?
Chris: Six weeks. Whole job.
Vin: Well, that's ridiculous. You heard of anything?
Chris: Yeah. Below the border shooing flies away from a village. Their village. (indicates Hilario and company)
Vin: Twenty dollars.
Chris: You can come in right now.
Vin: Nah, that wouldn't even pay for my bullets.
Hilario: Ours is a poor village.
Miguel: We understand. You can make much more as a grocery clerk. And it's good, steady work.
Chris: Yeah.
Vin: How many you got?
[Chris holds up one finger; Vin shakes his head and holds up two fingers.]
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[Chris and Vin approach O'Reilly, who is chopping wood on a farm for his breakfast.]
Chris Adams: Morning. I'm a friend of Harry Luck's. He tells me you're broke.
O'Reilly: Nah. I'm doing this because I'm an eccentric millionaire.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village south of the border.
O'Reilly: How big's the opposition?
Chris: Thirty guns.
O'Reilly: (stops axe in mid-swing) I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Chris: Harry tells me you faced bigger odds during the Travis County war.
O'Reilly: Well, they paid me six hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: He said you got that Selena thing cleared up in less than a month.
O'Reilly: Paid me eight hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: You cost a lot.
O'Reilly: Yeah. That's right, I cost a lot.
Chris: The offer is twenty dollars.
[O'Reilly keeps chopping wood. Chris and Vin turn to leave.]
O'Reilly: Twenty dollars? Right now, that's a lot.
Chris Adams: Morning. I'm a friend of Harry Luck's. He tells me you're broke.
O'Reilly: Nah. I'm doing this because I'm an eccentric millionaire.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village south of the border.
O'Reilly: How big's the opposition?
Chris: Thirty guns.
O'Reilly: (stops axe in mid-swing) I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Chris: Harry tells me you faced bigger odds during the Travis County war.
O'Reilly: Well, they paid me six hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: He said you got that Selena thing cleared up in less than a month.
O'Reilly: Paid me eight hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: You cost a lot.
O'Reilly: Yeah. That's right, I cost a lot.
Chris: The offer is twenty dollars.
[O'Reilly keeps chopping wood. Chris and Vin turn to leave.]
O'Reilly: Twenty dollars? Right now, that's a lot.
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Lee: You need men for a job down in Mexico.
Chris: That's right.
Lee: How long?
Chris: Four, six weeks.
Lee: How much does the job pay?
Chris: I thought you were looking for the Johnson brothers.
Lee: I found them. How much does the job pay?
Chris: Twenty. We leave tomorrow.
Lee: You need men for a job down in Mexico.
Chris: That's right.
Lee: How long?
Chris: Four, six weeks.
Lee: How much does the job pay?
Chris: I thought you were looking for the Johnson brothers.
Lee: I found them. How much does the job pay?
Chris: Twenty. We leave tomorrow.
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[Chico rides into the village with Petra across his saddle bow.]
Chris: So that's where they were. You hid them.
Chico: Sure, they hid them, but she won't tell where. They're afraid -- she's afraid -- of me, you, him... all of us. Farmers. Their families told them we'd rape them.
Chris: Well, we might. In my opinion, though, you might have given us the benefit of the doubt. Well, just as you please.
Vin: You know, as long as you were out there, why didn't you bring 'em all in?
Chico: What for? Leave them out there. Let Calvera find them. He'll take good care of them.
Chris: Bring them in. (to Petra) Show him where.
Chris: So that's where they were. You hid them.
Chico: Sure, they hid them, but she won't tell where. They're afraid -- she's afraid -- of me, you, him... all of us. Farmers. Their families told them we'd rape them.
Chris: Well, we might. In my opinion, though, you might have given us the benefit of the doubt. Well, just as you please.
Vin: You know, as long as you were out there, why didn't you bring 'em all in?
Chico: What for? Leave them out there. Let Calvera find them. He'll take good care of them.
Chris: Bring them in. (to Petra) Show him where.
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[Britt has just dropped an escaping bandit with a single long-range pistol shot.]
Chico: Oh... that was the greatest shot I've ever seen!
Britt: The worst. I was aiming at the horse.
Chico: Oh... that was the greatest shot I've ever seen!
Britt: The worst. I was aiming at the horse.
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[Practice-shooting, Miguel jerks his rifle's trigger and fires a wild shot.]
O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hmm? Just like when you're milking the goat, Miguel.
Miguel: I-instead, I get excited!
O'Reilly: Well, don't get excited. (he takes the rifle, ****s it, and hands it back) Now, this time, squeeze. Slowly, but squeeze. Squeeze. (Miguel fires another wild shot) SQUEEZE! I'll tell you what. Don't shoot. You take the gun like this... (holds it by the barrel) and you use it like a club! All right?
Miguel: Bueno.
O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hmm? Just like when you're milking the goat, Miguel.
Miguel: I-instead, I get excited!
O'Reilly: Well, don't get excited. (he takes the rifle, ****s it, and hands it back) Now, this time, squeeze. Slowly, but squeeze. Squeeze. (Miguel fires another wild shot) SQUEEZE! I'll tell you what. Don't shoot. You take the gun like this... (holds it by the barrel) and you use it like a club! All right?
Miguel: Bueno.
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[O'Reilly walks in while the other six gunmen are eating dinner.]
O'Reilly: How's the food?
Harry Luck: Great.
O'Reilly: Chicken enchiladas, carne asada, and Spanish rice. Looks pretty good.
Harry: Yeah, these people really know how to cook. Dig in! There's tons of it.
O'Reilly: You know what these people, the villagers, have been eating ever since we got here? Tortillas and a few beans. That's all.
[All stop chewing and look at each other. Cut to scene of Vin dishing out food to village children.]
O'Reilly: How's the food?
Harry Luck: Great.
O'Reilly: Chicken enchiladas, carne asada, and Spanish rice. Looks pretty good.
Harry: Yeah, these people really know how to cook. Dig in! There's tons of it.
O'Reilly: You know what these people, the villagers, have been eating ever since we got here? Tortillas and a few beans. That's all.
[All stop chewing and look at each other. Cut to scene of Vin dishing out food to village children.]
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[While a few of Calvera's men snipe at the village, three local boys run out to join O'Reilly.]
Boy 1: We drew straws, and we got you.
O'Reiily: You got me? What do you mean, you got me?
Boy 2: If you get killed, we take your rifle and avenge you. And we see to it that there's always fresh flowers on your grave.
O'Reilly: That's a mighty big comfort.
Boy 1: I told you he'd appreciate that!
O'Reilly: Now, don't you kids be too disappointed if your plans don't work out.
Boy 2: We won't. If you stay alive, we'll be just as happy.
Boy 1: Maybe even happier.
Boy 2: Maybe.
Boy 1: We drew straws, and we got you.
O'Reiily: You got me? What do you mean, you got me?
Boy 2: If you get killed, we take your rifle and avenge you. And we see to it that there's always fresh flowers on your grave.
O'Reilly: That's a mighty big comfort.
Boy 1: I told you he'd appreciate that!
O'Reilly: Now, don't you kids be too disappointed if your plans don't work out.
Boy 2: We won't. If you stay alive, we'll be just as happy.
Boy 1: Maybe even happier.
Boy 2: Maybe.
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[A village girl takes an interest in the youngest hired gun.]
Petra: I'm sorry, but I thought... you know what I thought.
Chico: Yes, yes. I know.
Petra: I wasn't afraid of you, it's my father. He said to "Stay away from those men. They are brutes. They are cruel."
Chico: He's right, you know that? He's right. Go back home now.
Petra: He's wrong.
Chico: Well... go home anyway. Before he finds out you're here.
Petra: He already knows. He says he'll punish me for being so shameless. But I don't care.
Petra: I'm sorry, but I thought... you know what I thought.
Chico: Yes, yes. I know.
Petra: I wasn't afraid of you, it's my father. He said to "Stay away from those men. They are brutes. They are cruel."
Chico: He's right, you know that? He's right. Go back home now.
Petra: He's wrong.
Chico: Well... go home anyway. Before he finds out you're here.
Petra: He already knows. He says he'll punish me for being so shameless. But I don't care.
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Chico: Your gun has gotten you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't it true?
Vin: Sure. Everything. After a while, you can call bartenders and Faro dealers by their first names. Maybe two hundred of 'em. Rented rooms you live in, five hundred. Meals eaten in hash-houses, a thousand. Home, none. Wife, none. Kids... none. Propects, zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams: Yeah. Places you're tied down to, none. People with a hold on you, none. Men you step aside for, none.
Lee: Insults swallowed, none. Enemies, none.
Chris: No enemies?
Lee: Alive.
Chico: Now that's the kind of arithmetic I like!
Chris: Yeah. I did too, at your age.
Vin: Sure. Everything. After a while, you can call bartenders and Faro dealers by their first names. Maybe two hundred of 'em. Rented rooms you live in, five hundred. Meals eaten in hash-houses, a thousand. Home, none. Wife, none. Kids... none. Propects, zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams: Yeah. Places you're tied down to, none. People with a hold on you, none. Men you step aside for, none.
Lee: Insults swallowed, none. Enemies, none.
Chris: No enemies?
Lee: Alive.
Chico: Now that's the kind of arithmetic I like!
Chris: Yeah. I did too, at your age.
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[Chris hears O'Reilly's three local boys call him "Bernardo".]
Chris Adams: You've been adopted. "Bernardo O'Reilly".
O'Reilly: That's my real name. Irish on one side, Mexican on the other, and me in the middle.
Chris Adams: You've been adopted. "Bernardo O'Reilly".
O'Reilly: That's my real name. Irish on one side, Mexican on the other, and me in the middle.