Carry On Cowboy Page #2

We'll have him out of here in an hour,

either head first or feet first.

- Yeah.

- That's right.

In my position, as Mayor...

For heaven's sakes,

where are your spectacles?

- What do you say?

- Your spectacles!

Er... around here someplace.

Oh, here they are.

- Where?

- Here they are!

Ah! Here they are!

[Sheriff laughs]

Yeah. That's better.

Well, here we go.

Oh! Here. There. That way.

Wait a minute. Here.

For Pete's sake. Now, there.

Yeah, well, thanks, Judge.

These specs ain't so good

for seeing things a long ways off.

He'll have to go.

Yahoo!

Forward ho!

Whoa!

Nice going, Lightning.

All right, get away from that bar, stranger.

And don't try nothin'.

It's me, Sheriff. Charlle.

- Huh?

- Charlie!

Oh, yeah. sorryy, Charlie.

Didn't recognise you from the front.

- Where's the killer?

- Up with Belle, Sheriff. Room 12.

- Room 12.

- Yup.

Yeah. OK, thanks.

You have a good sleep,

sweetheart.

[Lightning whinnies]

See you later.

I reckon you Texans think more of horses

than you do of us women.

Naturally.

If I was being chased by a posse,

I wouldn't get very far on you.

If you were raising a famlly,

you wouldn't get far on a horse.

[Sheriff] You in there!

You got five seconds to come out

with your hands up

or I'm coming in to get you!

Who's that?

That's Albert.

Albert Earp, our Sheriff.

- [Earp] Are you comin' out?

- Nope.

[Earp] Then I'm comin' in.

[Crashing and ciattering]

[Earp] Where's the door?

All right, get out of that bed,

get on your horse and get out of Stodge.

That is his horse, Sheriff.

These dang glasses.

I'm better off without 'em.

That's better.

There's liable to be some fancy shooting

around here, Miss Belle.

You'd better get the hell out.

You'd better put them specs on.

I'm the fella you're looking for.

- What was that?

- [Mouths] He's deaf.

I'm the fella you're looking for!

That's the game, is it?

Well, it takes more than dressing up

in women's clothes to fooI me, mister.

On your way, cowboy...

Cowboy?

I've had enough of this.

Look here, Twerp...

Name's Earp.

Aibert Earp, without the "tw".

With or without, what's the matter?

What have I done wrong?

You've killed three men, mister.

I know that,

but what have I done wrong?

You wanna tr drawin' on me, mister?

I can't.

I ain't got my guns.

I'll give you five seconds to find one.

One.

Two.

Three.

- Where are they?

- ...four... five.

[Gunshot]

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Here. Are you all right?

I reckon I'm going, Judge.

Oh, don't go.

Listen... listen, friend.

Just tell my folks

what happened, wllI you?

They'll even the score.

Will you do that for me, friend?

Yes, of course.

- What's that?

- Oh, for heaven's sakes.

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