Destry Rides Again Page #8

I give up.

Well, that's too bad.

Sheriffin's getting to be

quite a problem around here.

He won't talk,

he won't listen.

If your brother doesn't pay

that $2,500 he owes to Kent,

I don't know what's

gonna happen to him.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

I can take care of myself.

Lot of things are gonna

happen around this town, though.

You could sue

and recover the money.

Sue Kent

with Slade on the bench?

You must think I'm awful dumb.

- Ain't it the truth.

- I won't pay a plug nickel

now or ever.

All right, I give up.

I give up.

Miss Tyndall, I want to

thank you for coming here...

and tryin' to help out.

We'll, uh... we'll all

be here for quite some time,

so just feel free to

drop over any time at all.

Matter of fact,

I hope you will.

It's here! It's here!

I got it! I got it!

I got the letter...

Oh, excuse me.

In my pocket.

Oh, hello, Miss Tyndall.

Aren't you pretty.

Hello,

Mr. Callahan.

Here's your fodder.

[Gyp]

Cheese. Cheese!

Cheese for breakfast,

cheese for lunch!

Tell my brother to stop

sending me cheese!

I ain't no mouse!

[Boris]

I tell him.

This may change his mind.

Tyndall!

Yeah?

Read that.

Now maybe you can

understand why I want you

to pay Kent the money.

If you can keep from gettin'

your fool head shot off...

until that judge gets here,

I can get my murderer

and you can get

your money back.

All right.

I'll go pay him now.

Well, now we're

gettin' somewhere.

Uh, hold on now.

You might run into

some trouble over there.

We'd better send Boris.

Command me! Nothing can

tempt me from my duty.

Where are we gonna

pick up the money?

Wells Fargo.

As soon

as you get the money,

give it to Kent

with Tyndall's compliments,

and get a receipt.

Yes, mon commandant.

I am a courier,

fast as lightning,

silent as the night

itself.

[Gyp]

And no more cheese.

[Mayor]

According to the provisions

of the statutes...

of our territorial

commonwealth,

you have been selected

as representative citizens...

of our fair community.

We want to see that

the public's faith

is justified.

So when you boys retire

to consider a verdict,

stay out for a while.

Mr. Kent will see that

you're plentifully provided...

with liquid refreshment.

And after you've

deliberated sufficient,

weighed all the evidence

fair and square,

and brought in a verdict

of not guilty,

you'll be amply rewarded,

y'understand?

Okay, boss.

We gotcha, Mayor.

That's all.

Drinks on the house.

[Indistinct Chatter]

Mr. Kent.

Well,

what do you want?

Uh, nothing. That is,

I was sent to deliver...

$2,500 in cash,

compliments of Mr. Tyndall.

He's gettin' smart

to himself, huh?

Mr. Destry had something

to do with this, didn't he?

I'm a mummy, I'm a sphinx.

I don't answer questions.

[Chuckling]

Let's have the money.

First sign the receipt.

What?

That is, if you don't mind.

Please?

Give me that money.

It's a mighty fine thing when

a man realizes he's wrong...

and tries to correct it

in a nice way.

Give it to him, Kent.

I see we've got some very

intelligent peace officers

in this town, Stavrogin.

I'm trying to live up to

the blood of my forefathers.

[Mayor]

Not like Tyndall

to give in so easy.

Hey, you. You keepin'

my brother comfortable?

He's very delicate.

He's doing as well

as can be expected.

But he told me to tell you,

no more cheese.

Did he say that?

I'm quoting his every word.

Gee, that's bad if he

don't want no more cheese.

They're not gonna

hang him, are they?

That is not up to me.

It's up toJudge Murtaugh.

That's good.

Judge Murtaugh?

H...

Hey, Mayor,

who is this Judge Murtaugh?

What's he got to do

with my brother?

Clara!

Yes'm, Miss Frenchy?

Go tell Mr. Destry I want

to see him right away.

Is somethin' the matter?

Will you go?

I'm gone.

Hey, you.

[Snoring]

[Banging Continues]

Oh, you.

What do you want now?

[Gyp]

I want beer,

but I'll take water.

Why is it you

always get thirsty

when I get to sleep?

I ain't answering nobody

nothin' 'til I see my lawyer.

Do I get the water

or don't I?

I'll give you water,

you varmint you!

Now, Wash, hold up now.

Oh, please!

No, no, no.

Oh, you're always

coddling 'em.

We gotta keep him

good and healthy.

You better keep me

good and healthy.

That's the law.

Yes, sir.

Wouldn't want to hang

a sick man... would we?

You still think

you're gonna hang me?

You think you're

gonna get out of it

because you're innocent?

I ain't sayin' who's innocent

or who's guilty.

Uh-huh.

Well, I always say you got

to admire a man who'd get

himself hanged for a friend.

I used to know a fella once...

You know too many fellas.

Mm-hmm. Well, I'll hang

this up here.

Wash can get some sleep.

Here's good health to ya.

[Yawning]

Oh, God.

I ain't gonna have

a good night's rest...

until that federal judge

gets here.

Why don't you go home?

I'll entertain our guest.

No siree, I'm gonna

sit up with that

two-legged cactus...

and pour water into him

until lilies sprout

out of both his ears.

Be a very interesting

sight.

Tom...

do you think this

is gonna work out?

Sure it's gonna work.

Now you see,

either Gyp or his brother

are gonna tell us a lot...

as soon as they find out

Slade ain't gonna be

on the bench.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

[Yawning]

You understand?

Oh, yeah.

I think this old town's

gonna settle down into

something pretty peaceful...

one of these days.

[Banging On Window]

What's that?

[Banging Continues]

Somebody

at the window there.

Here.

Nah, we settled that.

I'll be right behind you

in case you're wrong.

Miss Frenchy say

she want to see you

right away.

She says

it's very important.

All right.

Listen, Tom, l...

You hold the fort,

Wash.

Don't worry none about me.

I will.

Good evening.

Nice of you to come.

The maid said

it was important, so I...

It is.

That's all, Clara.

Yes'm.

Sit down.

Drink?

All right.

What's the trouble?

Trouble?

There's no trouble.

I'm leaving town,

and I wanted to see you

before I left.

Well, that's pretty sudden,

ain't it?

Did something happen between

you and... I mean...

- You and the dance hall

decide to part company?

- No, nothing has happened.

I'm tired of Bottleneck,

the whole crowd and

everything I've been doing.

So I'm going back

to New Orleans.

Uh-huh.

Well, folks are all

gonna miss you around here.

All except a few wives,

I suppose.

What about you?

Me too.

Well, good luck.

[Glasses Clink]

- Hope you have a nice trip.

- Thanks.

Speakin' of luck, thanks

for the use of your rabbit's foot.

No, I want you

to keep that.

Well, that's darn nice

of you.

It's been a great help,

you know.

I think I'd better get

back to the job.

Good-bye, Frenchy.

Ever been

to New Orleans, Tom?

No.

It's wonderful

this time of the year.

You'd like it there.

How about it?

[Gunshots]

No, Tom,

you can't go out there!

They know about

the federal judge!

They'll kill you if

you go down to the jail!

Stay here, Tom!

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