True Grit Page #2

Thank you very much.

I appreciate your kindness.

Have some more dumplings, dear?

At 25 cents per meal,

I might just as well.

I was hoping you were enjoying them.

They're all right. I can't see 25 cents

in a little flour and grease.

- You're late, Mr La Boof.

- The French is 'La Boeuf'.

I call it 'La Beef'.

Mr La Beef came in this evening.

Your spurs, please.

My poor chairs are scratched

enough already.

A right fancy rig, sir.

Watch out

for the chicken and dumplings.

- They'll hurt your eyes.

- How's that?

They'll hurt your eyes

looking for the chicken!

You squirrel-headed bastard!

Howdy. What's your name?

I'd like to go to bed now. But first

I'd like to see my father's traps.

I'll take a guess

and say your name is Mattie Ross.

- Mr La Beef is a handsome man.

- He needs a bath and a shave.

- He hails from Texas.

- Judge he's proud of his cowlick.

- How did he guess my name?

- He's a good guesser, I guess!

We're short of rooms

on account of the hanging.

You'll sleep in here

with Grandma Turner.

Don't worry about Grandma Turner,

she's used to doubling up.

I take it my rent will be half, then?

These are your father's traps.

The watch and the knife are inside.

Chaney stole his money and his horse.

What do you think

of Marshal Rooster Cogburn?

Rooster Cogburn! I've heard

some terrible things about him!

He loves to pull a cork, I know that!

His Honour, Judge Parker!

All rise!

I'll have a peppermint

to settle my stomach.

Yes, sir.

The United States Court

of the Western District,

having criminal jurisdiction in the Indian

Territory, is now in session.

Is that Judge Parker,

the hanging judge?

He's a tough customer. There's no

appeal except to the President himself!

Call Deputy Marshal Cogburn.

Mr Reuben J Cogburn

will take the stand.

You were sworn this morning,

you're still sworn.

Defence will cross-examine.

Mr Cogburn, you testified

for the prosecution this morning.

Allow me to summarise what you said.

According to your story...

...C C Wharton grabbed a shotgun

and killed Marshal Potter.

Then he turned the gun on you,

and you shot him.

Then the father swung his axe,

and you shot him, too.

The defendant tried to run,

you say, and you also shot him.

Just winged him,

or he wouldn't be here to pay up!

The old man and CC hit the ground dead.

How long have you been

a Deputy Marshal, Mr Cogburn?

Four years, come March.

How many men have you shot

in that time?

- The prosecution objects!

- Overruled!

How many men have you shot

since becoming a marshal?

- I never shot nobody I didn't have to!

- That's not the question. How many?

Shot or killed?

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