The Gunfighter
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- 1950
- 85 min
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- Hiya, Jimmie.
- Hi, old-timer.
- Give me a drink.
- Say!
- Just give me the drink, will you?
- You bet your life, Jimmie.
Do you know who that is? Jimmie Ringo.
Well, what do you know?
- Nice to see you again, Jimmie.
- Thanks.
Do you remember the old Buckhorn in Paso?
- You worked there?
- Five years ago, when Tim O'Leary had it.
He don't look so tough to me.
If he ain't so tough, there's been an awful lot
of sudden natural deaths in his vicinity.
- How many do you figure?
- 10, 12, 15. Depends upon who's telling it.
- I bet he ain't as fast as Wyatt Earp.
- In Dodge City they say he is.
Just two hands.
Yeah, the same number, it looks like, but...
Wait a minute, Eddie.
You ain't thinking of doing nothing foolish?
- You mean he's so tough I can't talk to him?
- I mean this ain't no joke. That's a mean man.
I just want to see how an important fella like
that handles himself. What's wrong with that?
I'm telling you, Eddie,
I wouldn't do it if I was you.
Chuck, how about a little service down here?
That's if Mr Frazzlebottom don't object.
- Eddie, don't you know who this is?
- You mean it ain't Mr Frazzlebottom?
- He's Jimmie Ringo, Eddie.
- It looks like Mr Frazzlebottom to me.
You ever heard anybody kid like him?
How about a drink, Mr Frazzlebottom?
- No, thanks.
- How's that, Mr Frazzlebottom?
- Eddie, please...
- Please what?
I asked the man to have a drink.
What's wrong with that?
How about it, Mr Frazzlebottom?
OK, partner.
I knew Mr Frazzlebottom
wasn't gonna pass up a free one.
Don't you understand, Eddie?
This is Jimmie Ringo.
So it's Jimmie Ringo.
Is everybody supposed to fall on their knees?
Well, you can be a little polite at least.
Mr Ringo, Chuck figures you've got extra
consideration coming to you. Is that right?
Nope.
How's that, Mr Ringo? You'll have
to speak up if you want me to hear you.
Why don't you button up
your britches and go home?
How'd you like to try to make me, Mr Ringo?
Now listen, partner.
I come in here minding my own business.
How about letting me go out the same way?
I want to know first what you meant
by that remark you just passed.
I tell you what, you just bought me a drink.
Now I'll buy you one and then we'll drop it.
Give him a drink from me.
Never mind a drink. I want to know
what you meant by that remark.
- Listen, Eddie.
- I ain't talking to you! I'm talking to Mr Ringo.
I want to know what he meant
by that remark he passed.
How come I gotta run into a squirt like
you nearly every place I go these days?
What are you trying to do?
Show off for your friends?
- Are you ready to back up that remark?
- Ain't some of you in charge of this donkey?
- I'm telling you, Mr Ringo!
- Eddie don't mean no real harm.
Then let Eddie keep his big, ugly nose
out of my business.
- Did you see that?
- Yes, sir. He drew first.
- Did you see it?
- Yeah. I saw it.
Yes, sir, I saw it. Except I'd get on
out of town anyway if I was you.
Why?
Because he's got three brothers
that ain't gonna care who drew first.
All right.
Everybody stay where you are.
- He's an hour ahead.
- Must be killing his horse.
Ain't doing our ones any good, either.
He can't keep it up at this rate.
That horse won't last half a day.
All right, put up your hands.
Now drop your guns,
right out there where I can see them.
Now get off your horses
and stay away from them guns.
Back up. Right back there.
Go on, boy, get out.
Get out, get out, get out.
Come on, get out.
Go on, boy, get out. Get out.
Get out, get out, get out.
- Can you walk?
You've got three hours' walk
to Santa Fe. Get going.
I'm warning you, Ringo.
We're gonna get you yet.
- I know, I heard that before too.
- You had no right to throw down on a boy.
What was I supposed to do? Let that little boy
shoot me full of holes? Get out of here.
He was no more than a kid.
He's heading straight for Cayenne.
Well, you think you can make it?
Cayenne ain't no further than Santa Fe.
Come on.
- Give me a drink.
- Are you up early or out late?
Either way you want it, partner,
just so I get a drink.
Jimmie Ringo.
Where was it with you?
The Mint Saloon in Dodge City. You and
Bucky Harris came in nearly every night.
- Did we ever get a drink?
- Sure.
Oh.
Sure. Sorry, Jimmie.
Here. Remember now?
Yeah. I remember now. What about
something to eat? You got a cook here?
- My old woman is back there.
- You got a steak?
- I got a steak.
- A steak, eggs and a pot of black coffee.
What about a place to wash up first?
Right out on the back porch here.
I'll show you.
Never mind, I can find it.
You got a livery stable here, boy?
He's a little astonished, Jimmie.
When you get him unastonished,
tell him to take care of my horse.
Don't ride him, lead him. He's all wore out.
Archie, you heard what Mr Ringo said.
- You gonna be around?
- Hurry up, Archie. Sure, I'm here all day.
- I want to have a little talk with you.
- Yes, sir.
Never mind the horse. Run over yonder and
tell the marshal that Jimmie Ringo is here.
- Was it really him?
- Go on, I tell you. Run.
Will you please leave that blamed mop here?
Marshal! Jimmie Ringo is here, Marshal.
- Where?
- In the Palace Bar. You gonna shoot him?
- Who told you it was Jimmie Ringo?
- Mac. Mac knows him.
Mac called him Jimmie.
He's on the back porch, washing himself.
- Charlie?
- Yeah?
Get hold of Bud and Skeeter.
- Where is he?
- On the back porch, getting cleaned up.
I ain't after any trouble, Mark. I just thought
you'd want to know he was here.
Sit over there, Charlie. Stand down there,
Skeeter. Take the door, Bud.
Just take it easy and don't try to jump him.
Hiya, Jimmie.
Mark.
I'll be a son of a gun. How are you, partner?
I'm fine, Jimmie.
- Are you joking?
- Nope. I'm the marshal here now.
Well, I'll be darned.
- These barroom loafers, your deputies?
- Mm-hm.
- For me?
- Mm-hm.
You won't be needing them.
I ain't starting anything.
Are you sure?
Mark, that's the last thing I want, trouble.
All right, boys.
- What are you doing here, Jimmie?
- Just about to have a drink. How about it?
- No, thanks.
- Marshal Mark Strett.
Well, if that ain't a good one.
But I'm glad for you, Mark. Mighty glad.
Thanks. But I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to ask you to move on.
Why? I ain't wanted for anything
around here, am I?
No. I just want you out of town anyway.
And pronto.
- Coffee's ready.
- Thank you, lady.
You don't mind my having something to eat
while we discuss this, do you?
Matter of fact, I don't know anybody
I'd rather talk to than you.
- Lady, bring another cup for the marshal.
- Yes, sir.
How about it, Mark?
I've something I want to talk to you about.
It looks to me like you've
got a gossip on your staff.
That's your public, Jimmie.
Yeah, I'm a big man now.
That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
Top gun of the West.
Yep.
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