The Westerner Page #2
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- 1940
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You an attorney, Miss?
I'm as much an attorney as you are a judge.
- You know this man?
- No, I don't.
- You ever see him before?
- No, but...
- Can you prove he didn't steal the horse?
- No.
Then he don't need no lawyer then.
This man was caught on a stolen horse,
and in this jurisdiction,
- The case is closed and that's my ruling.
- Yes, and it's just like all your rulings!
The courtroom will now
be cleared of everybody,
excepting the judge, the jury,
the prisoner, the witnesses and...
All right, I'll go. I
don't want to see anymore.
It's murder, that's what it is. Murder.
This man hasn't got a
chance, and you know it,
but you never give anybody a chance.
You didn't give us one when you
stampeded the cattle over our crops.
homesteaders out, but you didn't.
You can pester us and rob us and
kill us, but you can't stop us.
'Cause there'll always be
more coming. More and more.
And we'll stay on our farms in spite of
you, and your courtroom and your killers!
By gobs, she's all right.
She'd make a good cattleman.
If it wasn't for Lily, I'd marry her.
Giddap.
You heard the case against
the accused, pro and con.
Now I guess maybe you'd better
retire to consider a verdict.
Chickenfoot, you'd better take
Pete out for a little fresh air.
Take him out, Bart. I got work to do.
And while you retire, there'll be
a recess for them that's thirsty.
Well, I guess you can't take it with you.
It's got to be strictly understood
you ain't making no effort to influence
the sober judgment of the jury.
- Certainly not.
- There you are.
- Compliments of the prisoner.
- Jury to the rear!
Bull's-eye.
- Join me, Your Honor?
- Don't mind if I do.
Don't spill none of that liquor,
son. It eats right into the bar.
To the unfortunate lady
with the bullet in her face.
The man that fired that bullet
was hauled out of here feet first.
And he ought to be.
Any man that'd shoot at a picture
of Lily Langtry ought to be killed.
It's just retribution.
It's justifiable homicide,
that was my ruling.
Right.
You an admirer of Miss Lily's, too?
Well, that's putting it mildly.
She's the most beautiful woman I ever met.
Met?
You mean to tell me you met Lily
Langtry, the real her, in the flesh?
Oh, many times.
What an actress.
How'd you get to know her?
Well, that's a long story, Judge.
Bart, you and Blackjack
get yourself a drink, huh?
Mighty fine liquor. What do you call it?
- Rub of the brush. Go on.
- Rub of the brush?
- Did you get to know her real well?
- It's got character.
I said, did you get to know her real well?
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