The Good Guys and the Bad Guys Page #2

the man's alive!

Wait, wait, wait a minute, Jim Boy.

Now, calm down. "Holdup," "posse"...

We haven't used those words in... In years.

Well, in case you've forgotten, Mayor,

they mean trouble.

Which is exactly what we're gonna have

if we don't quit jawing and start moving.

And we're gonna have even more trouble

if we go off halfcocked

and get this whole town up in arms.

We're not going off halfcocked,

the man is dangerous.

Wait a minute, Jim, let's...

Let's be sensible.

If he was alive,

this man would be 100 years old!

He's no older than I am!

I'll tell you what, Jim Boy,

let's go over to your office

and discuss this in a rational way,

shall we?

Jim Boy, this place needs air!

Get a window open.

- Scared the hell out of me.

- Not as scared as you're gonna be.

There's our man.

Do something about those windows,

will you, Jim Boy? You look peaked.

Well!

This is more like it.

A man can work in here.

Space. There's light. There's air.

It's very nice, Howard.

Yes, neatness indicates organization.

Organization promotes productivity.

I'm impressed, Howard.

Well, I hope you'll be impressed when

McKay hauls off $100,000 on Saturday.

Now look, Jim, this poster is 20 years old

if it's a day.

- Now, it cannot be the same man.

- Well, it is.

I had a detailed description.

A description?

I thought you said you saw him.

I said he was seen in the territory.

Then you actually did not see him?

- No.

- Well, who did?

- A fellow named Grundy.

- Grundy?

Jim! That crazy, whiskey-guzzling

old sot in the hills?

- He is not crazy.

- You can't be serious, Jim Boy.

You mean

you'd turn this town upside-down

and create a panic over some wild bandits

or some bank robbers

on the word of a lunatic

hiding up in the hills?

He's not a lunatic,

and he's not hiding in the hills!

- He just don't take to city life.

- No, we can't risk it, Jim.

Not with an election coming up.

Now, if you told me that you had

seen McKay with your own eyes,

I would consider a plan of action.

But this is just... This is just hearsay.

You can't run a town on hearsay.

We'd be the laughingstock of the state

if this turned out to be a wild goose chase.

Jim, go home.

Forget about posses

and holdups and the like.

- Time marches on.

- Well, I'm still marshal of this town.

And as long as I am,

I aim to do my job the best way I can.

I'm forming a posse.

I'd like your cooperation, but if needs be...

Jim Boy. Jim, wait a minute.

Now, Saturday is two days away.

Now, all I'm asking for is a couple of hours

to analyze the situation.

Now, that's fair enough, isn't it?

- Well...

- You're a reasonable man, Jim Boy.

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