Johnny Guitar Page #2

You can't stand to see anybody else live.

Well, you're going to.

You're going to see a whole new town

right where you're standing.

A town you don't own.

The railroad's sending in people by tens,

twenties, hundreds and thousands.

You can't keep them all out!

- Tell them, Mr. Andrews.

- I think you put it rather well.

You're not building no depot here.

That's for Vienna to decide.

Vienna decided.

Now get out! Get out, all of you!

That's big talk for a little gun.

You can't shoot all of us.

Two of you will do.

You don't have the nerve.

Try me.

Stop pushing, Emma.

Put down that gun, Vienna.

Put down the gun.

Down there I sell whiskey and cards.

All you can buy up these stairs

is a bullet in the head.

Now, which do you want?

All right. Break it up here, men. Break it up.

I'm going to kill you.

I know.

If I don't kill you first.

You wanted the Dancin' Kid, Marshal.

Here he comes.

Could you spare that smoke, friend?

Trouble you for a light, friend.

There's nothing like a good smoke

and a cup of coffee.

You know, some men got the cravin'

for gold and silver,

others need lots o' land with herds o' cattle

and there's those that got the weakness

for whiskey and for women.

When you boil it all down,

what does a man really need?

Just a smoke and a cup o' coffee.

- And who are you?

- The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.

- That's no name.

- Anybody care to change it?

I hired you to play the guitar,

not insult my customers.

Well, if these are your customers,

I'm not so sure I'll take this job.

That's pretty strong talk for a man

who doesn't wear a gun.

It's also bad manners.

You must be the Dancin' Kid.

That's the name, friend.

Care to change it?

No. No, I like it.

- Can you dance?

- Can you play?

I'm sorry, Emma.

Where you boys been this afternoon?

- How does that concern you?

- Relax, Bart.

Marshal's only trying to do his duty.

I'm still asking.

Where were we this afternoon, Corey?

Same place we are every day.

- Working in our silver mine.

- What mine?

- You got a silver mine, nobody ever saw it.

- Where do you think we get our money?

Stealing. Killing honest folks

that work for theirs.

That's harsh talk, Mr. McIvers.

You boys don't ranch, you don't farm.

Still, you always got plenty of money.

I told you, we got a silver mine.

Maybe you better show us that silver mine.

Huh! And have every man within 500 miles

stamping on our necks?

What is this? We just did a day's work,

we came for a few drinks and cards,

like every Friday, isn't that so, Vienna?

- They never miss a Friday.

- She's lying, that tramp.

Anyone else think I'm lying?

She's one o' them. I say string them all up.

All of them!

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