El Dorado Page #2

- I heard 'em.

- Luke should be back by now.

- I know.

Oh, no.

- Are we going, Pa?

- Where?

- Luke could be in bad trouble.

- If he is, we won't be any help now.

He went there to warn us.

He's warned us.

Better off here, where there's cover.

Find a good place inside that shed.

Jos and Miguel, go with him.

Danny, Felipe, come here.

Over behind that wall.

You gals, get in the house.

- Matt, we'll wait inside.

- All right, Pa.

Matt, go to that window.

Do nothing till I tell you.

Come out and get your boy.

- He's dead, ain't he?

- He's dead.

Jos, Miguel,

get him down from there.

- What happened?

- Luke, he's been killed.

I'm waiting to hear what happened.

I'll tell you what happened.

You left a boy out there

to do a man's job.

He went to sleep.

When I came by, he woke up,

jumped up and started firing his gun.

All I saw was somebody

shooting at me from the rocks.

- Cole Thornton.

- Yes, ma'am.

I don't believe you.

I don't care much, miss,

whether you do or not.

Pa's handling this. Just wait.

Get in the house, girl.

How do you know he was asleep?

He told me that.

He told me his name.

That's how I knew where to bring him.

He said you told him what happens

to a man that's gut shot.

How he hasn't got much of a chance.

Did you tell him that?

I told him that.

Then you're partly to blame.

You'll find two bullets in him.

One of them's mine.

He was hurtin' worse

than he could stand.

Had a handgun that I didn't see.

Any more questions you want to ask?

No. I guess you're telling the truth.

If you weren't

you'd never have brought him here.

I thank you for that.

It don't help much.

I reckon you won't shoot

any more little boys, mister.

Next time you shoot somebody,

don't go near them

till you're sure they're dead.

I don't know why you're still alive.

I don't know how

I missed you from that range.

You didn't miss.

Now get out of here.

JP, open that window, will you?

That's better. The smell of that

chloroform's putting me to sleep.

Hold him, Maudie.

Don't let him move too sudden.

All right.

He'll be waking up now.

It's all right, Cole. It's Maudie.

All right, Maudie.

- Who are you?

- The name's Miller.

Some people call me a doctor,

some other things.

But I'm the only one in town.

- Did you get the bullet out?

- No.

Then why this bandage?

Let's get to it.

- I can't.

- Why not?

Because I'm not good enough.

That bullet's up against your spine.

If I try to get it out, I'll only

finish what someone else started.

- So what happens?

- You'll heal all right.

When you get to a big town, find

a doctor who knows more than I do.

One of them new-fangled squirts.

They'll fix you up in no time.

But don't wait too long to do it.

Any chance of gettin' some coffee

or a shot of whisky around here?

- Linda.

- Linda, bring both of them.

Can he be moved?

Sure, in a couple of hours.

But don't go bouncing him around.

He can stay here.

I'll make him comfortable.

I've got a fine bed at my place.

It's narrow, hard and uncomfortable,

but he won't get bounced around.

Seor Bull. He comes.

Bull always announces his arrival

that way?

Same way, different tune.

You better let him in.

What are you blowing,

advance or retreat?

Neither. Couldn't let one of General

Hood's Cavalry go without a goodbye.

- Who's goin' away?

- Cole's leaving tonight.

You got any objections, Doc,

I don't want to hear 'em.

Glad to get you off my hands.

Where you going?

Sonora.

Folks down there got a silver mine.

A little trouble.

Think I might be of help.

I brung along a little red-eye,

in case the sheriff runs out.

Somehow, I reckon he has.

Been here a long time,

nobody's offered me a drink.

- Why didn't you speak up?

- Thought you'd never ask.

- Maudie, get him a glass, will you?

- What'll we drink to first?

I guess I should have told you.

Sometimes you...

I was hoping

to see you alone before you left.

- It's better this way, Maudie.

- Come back, will you?

- I will when...

- When you can forget Luke MacDonald?

When you can look at the other

MacDonalds and not feel you owe them?

Pretty wise for a kid, Maudie.

I think you must be the only person

who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.

I don't really.

Please don't.

I'll see you, Maudie.

That the way you make your living?

By golly, Cole,

it sure is good to see you.

What sheriff had to hire you

for a deputy?

You're looking at him. Hiya, Cole.

Dodd Draper!

The last time I saw you two,

you were ten jumps ahead of a posse

raisin' dust for Mexico.

- Heard you got shot.

- That was six or seven months ago.

How about supper?

I'll buy you a beer, too.

We'd like to, but we're working men.

How about that cantina up the street?

Good place to eat?

- Good as any. You sticking around?

- Day or two.

Well, we'll see you later, Cole.

Your dinner will be ready

in one minute.

Bring something to eat. Plenty of it.

- Right away.

- Something to drink, also.

Five and one.

- Charlie Hagan.

- Yeah.

You want something from me?

- You don't remember me, do you?

- No.

- Do you remember this hat?

- Why would I remember a hat?

You killed the man

that was wearing it

Ladies.

Who was this fellow I killed?

A friend of yours?

You could say that.

- When did I do this, boy?

- Two years ago, come September.

You and three others.

Natchez-Under-the-Hill,

on the Mississippi.

He was a gambler, named

Johnny Diamond, kind of an old man.

- Shouldn't have taken four of you.

- Remember, Charlie?

I remember. He was a cardsharp.

He was cheating.

No, he was good.

He didn't have to cheat.

- It shouldn't have taken 4 of you.

- No, it shouldn't.

I'm sure glad you remember,

Mr Hagan. The other three did.

- The other three?

- Yeah, I caught up with them.

You're the last.

And now I think you better stand up.

Stand up, Charlie.

I'm curious to see how he does this.

He doesn't have a gun.

And like he said,

it shouldn't have taken four of you.

Stand up, Charlie.

You with the hat.

You killed Charlie

'cause he killed your friend?

- Right.

- Well, Charlie was a friend of mine.

So let's see you do that trick twice.

I'd let it drop.

- Me?

- You.

- Hope you don't mind.

- Always seems to take more than one.

That's because they're no good.

- Pick up your gun.

- What?

You want to try again, now?

Pick up your gun.

Against him, or you?

- Me first.

- Why should you go first?

- Pick it up.

- Wait...

Tell me later. Shut up!

Go on. You were willing

when you had a kid...

Hold it! Don't get mad, mister.

Before you start anything,

I can't afford to lose another man.

- You promise to take Milt's place?

- You got faith in me, don't you?

Faith can move mountains, Milt,

but it can't beat a faster draw.

There's only three men I know

with his kind of speed.

One's dead, the other's me,

and the third is Cole Thornton.

There's a fourth.

- Which one are you?

- I'm Thornton.

Glad you didn't try, Milt?

Pick up your guns, both of you.

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