Johnny Guitar Page #3

Me too, Emma?

Jenks, how many men held up that stage?

- I think there was four.

- Come here, Jenks.

What for?

Take a good look at these men.

Do you recognize any of them?

I told you, the sun was in my eyes.

You got me and a dozen men behind you.

Don't be afraid to tell the truth.

I ain't afraid, Mr. McIvers. I said they wore

masks. How could I recognize anybody?

You, come here.

I got a name, mister.

- I said come here.

- Well, say it nice.

Don't start anything, go talk to him.

- Where are you from?

- Albuquerque.

- You come over the trail this afternoon?

- Uh-huh.

- You see anything?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I saw the stage being held up.

- What?

From the mountains,

couldn't make out any details.

Why didn't you ride down and help 'em?

With what, this?

- Where are your guns?

- I don't wear any.

Maybe you got rid of them after the shooting.

- You have a suspicious mind, mister.

- How come you don't go armed?

Because I'm not the fastest draw

west of the Pecos.

They're laughing at you. Is that what

you came here for, to be laughed at?

Now listen, everybody. Listen good,

cos I'm only gonna say this once.

In 24 hours - mark it, 24 hours -

this is gonna be closed territory.

We got a saloon in town.

We don't need one out here.

I'm passing a law against gambling

and drinking outside the town limits.

That law goes into effect

in 24 hours. That's all.

Well, it was nice meeting you all.

You don't own this whole territory, McIvers.

- You got no call, asking us to leave.

- I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

- Supposing we don't?

- You got 24 hours.

He can't make his own laws.

Tell him, Marshal.

- Mac, you know we can't pass a law...

- 24 hours.

- Just a minute, Mac.

- Don't cross me, Marshal.

I give these people fair warning.

If they don't pull out,

I suggest you go fishing till it's all over.

Sounds like the storm's all over, boys.

- Let's go.

- Mr. McIvers,

I believe you owe me

for one bottle of whiskey.

I don't want to owe you anything.

Don't you ever forget that, Mr. McIvers.

Come on, Emma.

And when they go,

you better go with 'em.

Ya!

Want me to help you pack?

I threw away my trunk when I came here.

McIvers has over 30 guns riding for him.

What are you gonna hold him off with?

The guitar?

- Mr. Guitar?

- Yes, ma'am?

Still want the job?

Well, a man's gotta plant roots somewhere.

This seems like a nice, quiet place.

Friendly, too.

I like him.

I like you, mister.

Maybe you'd care to work for me.

Just what is your business, sir?

I'll find one. All you have to do

is play that guitar for me.

- I like the first offer better.

- It's better you work for me.

- Let Mr. Guitar make up his own mind.

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