High Noon Page #4

- Why not?

- When are you going to grow up?

- I'm getting tired of that kind of talk.

- Then grow up.

Cut it out!

- All right

- Why should he have gone for it?

He needs me plenty

when Frank Miller gets here.

- That's possible.

- He should've had me made marshal.

- He's just sore. Sore about you and me.

- Is he?

Sure.

- You told him?

- Sure.

You're a fool.

Why? Didn't you want him to know?

Hey... Who did the walking out anyway,

you or him?

Get out, Harvey.

- I might just do that.

- Then do it!

- You don't mean that.

- Try me.

You're gonna talk different

when Frank gets here.

You might want somebody around,

when you try to explain about Kane.

- I can take care of myself.

- Sure.

I've heard that you might not be so pretty

when he gets through with you.

- I won't be back.

- Good.

-

Come in.

- I just saw Harvey. Is everything allright?

- I think I have to talk with Mr Weaver.

- You're getting out?

- Yes.

You want me to give Kane a hand?

- No.

- All right

May I wait here for the noon train?

I said, may I wait in the lobby until noon?

- Sure, lady.

- Thank you.

- You're Mrs Kane, ain't you?

- Yes.

You're leaving on the noon train,

but your husband ain't.

- No, why?

- No reason, but it's mighty interesting.

Now me, I wouldn't leave this town at noon

for all the tea in China.

No, sir.

It's going to be quite a sight to see.

# My eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord

#He's trampling out the vintage

where the grapes of wrath are stored

# He has loosed the fruitful lightening

of His terrible swift sword

# His truth is marching home

# Glory, glory, halleluja

Glory, glory, halleluja

# Glory, glory

#Halleluja

His truth is marching home

# He has sonded forth the trumpet

that shall never call retreat

# He is shifting out the hearts of men

before His judgement seat

- Will, I just heard...

- Hello.

You can count on me,

you know that, don't you?

- I was figuring I could.

- You cleaned this town up.

You made it fit

for women and kids to live in.

Miller or nobody else'll never

drag it down again.

- I hoped people'd feel that way.

- What other way is there?

- How many men you got Lined up?

- None yet.

Well, you better get going, man.

I'll be back in 10 minutes.

- Where is he?

- He's coming up the back way. A careful man.

-

Come in, Mr Weaver. Hello.

Sit down, please.

Is there anything wrong, Mrs Ramirez?

Why did you send for me?

I'm leaving town.

I want to sell the store.

- You want to buy me out?

- How much did you want?

Two thousand. I think that's fair.

It's fair allright, but

I couldn't raise that much now.

- How much can you raise?

- Oh... 1000 dollars.

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