The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean Page #13

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- I heard you with them police.

- Get away, boy.

- I'm trying to do you a favor.

- Go away.

I work for the opera house.

I wouldn't do this for nobody else.

Come on.

I mean, you being a judge and all,

talking about Miss Langtry and all.

How'd you like to meet her?

You know Miss Lillie?

I put her flowers in fresh water

every morning.

Part of my job.

Did you notice

any red and white roses there today?

Red and white?

Did you send those, Your Honor?

They were beautiful beyond belief.

- Miss Lillie like them?

- I can't rightly say, Your Honor.

Roses ain't her favorite flower.

But she appreciated the thought.

- What is her favorite flower?

- Tulips.

This year it was tulips.

That's what it was, all right.

Tulips?

You can get me back there?

Sure. I know the stage-door guard

real good.

You can watch from the wings.

It's the best seat in the house.

But it's going to cost you.

I mean, I got to make a living, too.

$100?

And you can keep the change, son.

Thanks, Your Honor.

This gentleman is a friend

of Miss Langtry's.

He'd like to see her.

I can't let him in. I got orders.

He's a judge.

Well, seeing he's a judge...

But I can't risk my job for nothing.

Give him something.

Only a fin, Your Honor.

We don't want to spoil him.

- How are you, Tector?

- Glad to have you back, Judge.

Glad to be back.

- How was your trip?

- Memorable.

- How'd you know I was on that train?

- I didn't know. I was just hoping.

Hoping?

Marie Elena's been calling for you.

The baby's fine, but Marie Elena...

She ain't...

We sent for the doctor

four days ago, Judge.

Ought to have been here by now.

What's going on here?

What kind of a welcome is this?

I can't abide you lying in bed.

You had the baby. You should...

be standing on your hind legs.

I'm sorry it's a girl.

Don't change the subject.

I can't abide you lying there...

all pale and wan. It ain't becoming...

for my bride-to-be.

How did she look?

Who?

Miss Lillie.

Oh, her.

Had other things on my mind.

Music boxes and the like.

I expect you'll be dancing

to this tomorrow.

Tonight.

You'll be dancing to it tonight.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

I won't have it.

You'll be dancing to this tonight.

That's my ruling, by Gobs!

Marie.

Marie?

Howdy, Judge.

Would have been here two days sooner,

except the doc was on a drunk.

He ain't in very good condition.

Got away from us once.

But we caught him

and throwed him in the Pecos River.

Wake up, Doc. Come on, wake up.

You're here. Wake up. Get on out of here.

Get out.

You may take me to the patient.

Hang him.

No, I'll hang him.

No, Judge.

No. No, please.

My God. No, Judge. Judge, no.

No, please.

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