The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance Page #3

What kind of community

have l come to?

You all seem to know Liberty Valance.

He's a no-good, gun-packing,

murdering thief,

but the only advice you give me

is to carry a gun.

Well, l'm a lawyer!

Ransom Stoddard, Attorney at Law.

And the law is the only...

A little law and order around

Shinbone wouldn't hurt anyone.

All right, Hallie.

Arrest this man! Arrest him!

Nobody seems to want...

Well.

Here comes Mr Law and Order himself.

- He's hurt bad.

- What are you dragging me here for?

Ain't being up all night on account

of this hold up business...

- Who's this?

- From the hold up.

- l knew l shouldn't come over.

- Wait a minute, Marshal.

Tom, if he's got a formal complaint

to make, he should make it to me.

He just wants you

to put Liberty Valance in jail.

Liberty Valance? Do you think

l'm crazy? Tom, let me out of here.

Hallie thinks he's right.

You'd better listen. He's a lawyer.

Somebody better listen to somebody

about him!

Mamma, Liberty Valance

rides into town...

lf he behaves himself in this town,

l ain't got no...

Jurisdiction.

What he said.

l ain't got none of it.

You all know

l'm only the town marshal.

What Liberty does out on the

road ain't no business of mine.

Ain't that right, Mr Lawyer?

Technically, l suppose

it is a territorial offence.

- You mean l'm right?

- Yes, Marshal, you're right.

l knew it! l knew we'd be friends

the minute l stepped in here.

You folks all know that,

well, the jail's only got one cell,

and the lock's broke,

and l sleep in it.

l should have known nothing would

happen when you came in here.

Now get out,

you big old fat water buffalo!

- We got work to do!

- Hallie, l ain't ate yet.

l could sure use a snack

of six or seven of those hen's egg

and maybe a side order of bacon,

and is that flapjack batter?

On the cuff. Sit down.

Papa, get your pants on!

Get out of the way! Sit down!

You know, you look mighty pretty

when you get mad.

Like l say, you can eat here

till you get back on your feet.

- May l have your name?

- Doniphon. Tom Doniphon.

Forget what l said about buying

a gun. You're a tenderfoot.

Liberty Valance is the toughest man

south of the Picketwire, next to me.

- Mr Peabody!

- Evening, Marshal.

Did you know that Liberty Valance

is in town tonight?

l'd be a poor newspaperman indeed

if l didn't know

what everybody else knows.

l don't know what to do,

Mr Peabody, l swear.

Do what you're paid to. Run him out!

Run him out... Liberty Val...me?

- My advice to you as...

- Coroner.

- And your personal pos...

- Physician!

ls to get supper and go to bed.

No charge.

Sound advice, Marshal. Sound advice.

Hallie, my love, where are you?

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