Johnny Guitar Page #4

- All of a sudden, I don't like you, mister.

Now that makes me real sad.

I always hate to lose a friend.

That's the way it goes. Lose one, find one.

Play something for me, Mr. Guitar.

Anything special?

Just put a lot of love in it.

He ain't gonna play so good,

all stretched out on that crap table.

What's eating the fancy man?

- I don't know. What's your trouble, Kid?

- I'm in no trouble, he is.

Fooling with a strange woman

can bring a man a lot of grief.

- You a strange woman?

- Only to strangers.

What's going on with you two?

Just what you see, friend.

Oh, you picked the wrong place

to come to, mister.

The lady sent for me, not you.

Heads, I'm gonna kill you, mister.

Tails, you can play her a tune.

Play me a tune.

Play something else.

Play what you was playing before.

The lady didn't like the tune.

A troublemaker.

- You want something?

- Yeah.

I wanna study you some more.

Have a drink.

- Thank you.

- Don't go.

- Have another.

- No thanks.

- Yes, thanks.

- I said no, thanks.

I'm setting 'em up,

all you gotta do is drink 'em.

Maybe... maybe he don't like

your company, Bart.

Yeah? I guess Bart's man's

fussy who he drinks with.

Your health, gentlemen.

- Have one more.

- I thank you kindly, mister, I had enough.

I'll say when's enough.

Empty it.

That one slipped.

When a man can't hold onto a glass,

he should drink like a baby, from a bottle.

Open your mouth, guitar man, I'll feed you.

Want me to stop it?

I don't think so. Not just yet.

I said open your mouth, guitar man.

Outside, please.

Bart, leave your guns.

Seems I've lost some of my charm.

All of it.

I always wanted to shoot me a guitar man.

That's a worthy ambition.

What's the matter with me? Tell me.

- What d'you see you don't like?

- Nothing.

As a matter of fact, I like you.

But not enough, huh?

Not that much.

- I remember different.

- You remember, I don't.

That's the way it goes.

If you're smart, you'll ride out of here and

keep on riding and you won't come back.

That's what I should do

but I never do what I should.

Well, it's your funeral.

Don't bury me yet.

Put him on his horse.

You made a big mistake, mister.

Bart's not a man to forget.

He'll be getting back at you.

Thanks, Vienna, for a real nice time.

Vienna?

Yes, Turkey.

You know, after what happened today,

I don't guess we'll be seeing you any more.

I'm sure gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you a lot, Turkey.

You know, you've been about my only friend.

If you're gonna stay here, you're gonna

need somebody to, sort of, look after you.

So, I'm staying with you.

If you look after me,

who's going to look after you?

You talk like I was a boy.

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