High Noon Page #2

- They'll just come after us.

Four of them...

And we'd be all alone in the prairie.

- We've got an hour.

- What's an hour?

We'd never be able to keep that store, Amy.

We'd have to run again

as long as we live.

No, you wouldn't.

Not, if they didn't know where to find us.

- I'm begging you, please, let's go.

- I can't.

Don't try to be a hero.

You don't have to be a hero, not for me.

I'm not not trying to be a hero.

If you think I like this, you're crazy.

Look, Amy. This is my town.

I've got friends here.

I'll swear in deputies, and with a posse

behind me, maybe there won't be trouble.

- You know there'll be trouble.

- Then, it's better to have it here.

I'm sorry, honey.

I know how you feel about it.

- Do you?

- Of course I do. It's against your religion.

- Sure I know how you feel

- But you're doing it just the same.

Oh, Will..

We were married just a few minutes ago.

We've got our whole lives ahead of us.

Doesn't that mean anything?

You know I've only got an hour,

and I've got lots to do.

Stay at the hotel until it's over.

No, I won't be here when it's over.

You're asking me to wait an hour to find out

if I'll be a wife or a widow.

- It's too long to wait. I won't do it.

- Amy...

If you won't go with me now,

I'll be on that train when it leaves here.

I've got to stay.

- Glad you got hero, Percy.

- Are you?

Have you forgotten

that I passed sentence on Frank Miller?

You shouldn't have come back, Will

I figured I had to. I figured I had to stay.

- You figured wrong.

- I can deputise a posse, 10-12 guns.

- My intuition tells me otherwise.

- Why?

No time for a lesson in civics, my boy.

In the 5th century BC

the citizens of Athens,

having suffered under a tyrant,

managed to banish him.

When he returned years later

with an army of mercenary,

those same citizens

not only opened their gates for him,

but stood by while he executed

members of the League of Government.

Similar thing happened eight years ago

in a town called Indian Falls.

I escaped death only through the intercess on

of a lady of somewhat dubious reputation,

and the cost of a handsome ring

which once belonged to my mother.

Unfortunately, I have no more rings.

- You're a judge.

- Been a judge many times and many towns.

- I hope to live to be a judge again.

- I can't tell you what to do.

Why must you be so stupid? Have you forgotten

what he's done? That he's crazy?

Don't you rememher

when he sat there and said:

''You'll never hang me. I'll come back

I swear it. I'll kill you, Kane!''

Here you are, ma'am.

This will take you to St. Louis.

Thank you.

Maybe you'd rather wait somewhere else.

Like at the hotel, maybe.

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