The Shootist Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 100 min
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Very well, since
you're not permanent.
This suit's got a lot
of countryside on it.
I'd like to have it
brushed before morning.
I'll take
those saddlebags.
That bedroll you can
leave outside.
I have my things
wrapped in it.
They'll need
soap and water.
Have you a barn?
No, we don't.
Boy, take my horse over...
My name's Gillom.
It's not "boy. "
It's Gillom Rogers,
and I don't like
being ordered around.
Well, that's fair enough,
Gillom Rogers.
Would you be so kind
as to take Old Dollar
over to
the livery stable
and see that he gets
O.K.
You seem to be a man
accustomed
to giving orders.
I guess it is
a bad habit of mine.
I didn't
get your name.
I didn't give it.
Is it so important?
my roof, it is.
Well, all right.
It's, uh... Hickok,
William Hickok.
Where do you hail from,
Mr. Hickok?
Abilene, Kansas.
And what
do you do there?
I'm a U.S. Marshal.
Oh, that's nice.
No, it isn't.
I'm glad you're not
staying long, Mr. Hickok.
I'm not sure
I like you.
Not many do,
Mrs. Rogers.
Moses, where did you hide
the whiskey this time?
Third drawer from
the left, Gilly boy.
Gilly, fetch me
my spectacles.
What the hell
are you doing?
You watch
your language, boy.
J.B. Books is
in my house.
Hey.
My name is Books.
Y'all get that?
Bang!
Boom!
He's in my house.
Ma!
Ma, I got to
tell you something.
Shh. Close the door.
What's happened?
Who do you think...
Oh, Gillom, you've
been drinking again.
Do you know
who he is?
William Hickok...
United States Marshal
in Abilene, Kansas.
Ma,
Wild Bill Hickok
was shot
before I was born.
We got
J.B. Books here.
He's killed 30 men.
Gillom, go to your room.
Go on. Go to bed before
you wake the house.
Good night, Ma.
Whoo.
Come in.
Mr. Books?
Oh, my clothes.
Thank you, m...
You are J.B. Books.
That's right.
May I ask
how you found out?
My son.
I've been up all night
because of you.
I demand that you
pack and leave.
That is not possible.
And why not?
I don't
propose to say.
So you won't go.
No.
And that's
your last word?
Mrs. Rogers,
you have a fine color
when you're
on the scrap.
Central, give me
the city marshal's office.
Thank you.
Come in, Marshal.
My name's Thibido,
Marshal
Walter Thibido.
I'm told...
you are J.B. Books.
You were told right.
Have a seat.
Don't think I will.
Breathe easy, Marshal.
You're closer to your gun
than I am to mine.
Books, Carson City's
full of hard cases...
Is your head cold?
Huh?
Oh.
Books, Carson City's
full of hard cases
put your name on the wall.
You'll draw trouble like
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