El Dorado Page #5

If there's any trouble, I'll toot

my bugle, and you come running.

Toot my bugle!

- Hello, JP.

- Hi.

Can you see a little clearer

from here?

Hey, Cole.

How long have you been here?

Got in last night.

Did we have a fight or something?

Or something.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Why are you here?

Waiting for a fellow.

The name's Nelse McLeod.

- Nelse McLeod with the...

- That one.

- Want some coffee?

- No, I don't...

I met him down near the border.

Said he wanted me

to work with him on a job.

Range war.

But he said it would be easy.

All we had to worry about was a...

...drunken sheriff.

Sure you don't want coffee?

And he's working for Jason?

- That's what he said.

- Well?

I turned the job down.

Well, then why are you here, Cole?

I owe the MacDonalds.

Is that enough?

Yeah, that's plenty, Cole.

Cole, I gotta have a drink.

You won't find anything around here.

- Why?

- I told Bull to throw it away.

- Now would you like a cup of coffee?

- No, I don't want any coffee, Cole.

I want a drink!

Can't you see? I've got to.

- Go get one.

- Where's my hat?

This yours?

- Who are you?

- We met last night and this morning.

- Is this your hat?

- No, it's not my hat, but it'll do.

- Let me have some whisky.

- Just hold your horses, sheriff.

Good evening, sheriff.

Here you are.

I don't want a drink,

I want the whole bottle.

I'll have to fill one up for you.

- Isn't that...?

- That's McLeod, all right.

Well. Glad to see you.

I've been waiting for you.

I brought some boys with me here.

Hi. Nelse, let me introduce you

to the man I wanted you to meet.

Sheriff. This is Nelse McLeod.

McLeod, this is J P Harrah,

the sheriff of El Dorado.

He's the man who's responsible

for keeping order in this town.

Here you are, sheriff.

He's just getting his evening bottle.

Shouldn't you get out

of the middle of the street?

Cole, they laughed at me.

Right in front of McLeod,

they just laughed at me.

They've been laughing at you

for a couple of months.

You haven't been

sober enough to hear it.

They'll laugh no more.

I'll show them.

- What's that?

- Bull.

- Needs help.

- What is it?

Wait a minute. Now wait for...

- Wait for me.

- Why?

Over here!

The men that done it

took off this way.

Just a minute.

Jared. I asked you not to go.

I asked you.

You're always around,

when one of my boys gets hurt.

- How is he?

- He's alive.

Joey's gone for the doctor.

- Who did it?

- You were with him. What happened?

Three of Jason's men came up

behind us. One took my gun.

Then he started calling Jared names.

When he turned around, one grabbed

his arm, the other shot him.

- Then they ran away.

- What did they look like?

I know what they looked like.

One was tall, one was short

and one had a bad leg.

- Let's go find them.

- Wait.

- You're not going anywhere.

- Look who's here.

- A little late, ain't you?

- Stop for a drink?

All right, I'm late, maybe too late.

That's no reason

for the rest of you to get shot.

- Why?

- Because you're outclassed.

Sheriff's right. Jason's beat you

since McLeod and his gunmen rode in.

Jason's been waiting for him.

You go up against him now, you'll be

doing just what Jason wants.

- What do you expect us to do?

- Why don't you ask the sheriff?

The sheriff?

You think I'm going to wait on him?

Just give me an hour, MacDonald.

You can wait that long to die.

- You backing him up, Thornton?

- No, he's not.

I'd say I'm on your side,

and this is no job for amateurs.

They ran down this street

and turned left.

Too many for one man to take after.

If I was you, I wouldn't be

in a hurry to go up that street.

Them fellows acted just like

they wanted somebody to follow them.

I've seen Indians act just like that.

I'm going down this side...

What are you doing here?

- I'm going down the other side.

- Remember, I didn't ask you.

Come on, Bull, you follow me.

Not too close.

Don't turn around. It's better

no one sees me talking to you.

Just a minute. Go ahead.

Is it that you look for three men?

- That's right.

- One walks with a bad leg?

Another is very tall?

- They're the ones.

- They ran over there to the church.

They have not come out yet.

Thank you.

You do not need to thank me.

I do not like Bart Jason or his men.

Thanks again.

- What kept you?

- Talking to a girl...

A girl?

Don't you think I could know a girl?

She saw them run up to that church.

- She said they're still there.

- Still there?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, we can find out.

Girl said they were

up at that church.

- What are you going to do, sheriff?

- Go closer.

- Girl was right. They're up there.

- Sure are.

Hit me in the bugle.

Look, I got a dent in it.

Alongside that big bell

on that tower. I'll show you.

Ain't that pretty?

Go on shooting.

We'll try to move up a little closer.

Just give me another gun,

I'll play "Marching Through Georgia".

All right, start playing. Let's go.

Come on up, we'll cover you!

Bull, we'll shake them up a little.

Keep 'em occupied while we move in.

- Ready?

- Let's make some music.

Here they come.

All right, Mississippi. You watch

that roof and watch it good.

Sheriff, you... You all right?

No, you ain't.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm going to hit that door.

Now you get around that...

Watch that other door.

Look out up high!

- One of 'em got away, Cole.

- You ought to know. You missed him.

Over here!

Over here!

- Where'd you come from?

- I heard a noise.

- Did you get him?

- Who?

The fellow that ran

out of the church.

- Yes and no.

- What do you mean?

- I hit the sign and it hit him.

- Great.

- He was limping when he left.

- He was limping when he got here.

One of us must have done some

damage, there's some blood here.

- Anyway, he got away.

- Not far.

- Where'd he go?

- That saloon.

Jason's place.

Sheriff?

You ask me once more

what I'm going to do next,

I'll quit and leave

the whole thing in your hands.

Here, give me that,

or we'll be here all winter.

Well, I guess I'm going

to have to go in after 'em.

You know who'll be in there?

- There's two men I've got to get.

- Two men?

The man that shot the MacDonald kid,

and the man that sent him to do it.

- Bart Jason.

- That's right.

I was wondering

when you'd get around to that.

I may be a drunk,

I may not be able to load my own gun,

but don't tell me how to do my job.

I hope you're good enough.

So do I. So do I.

I'm going to go round the back.

You walk along that side

of the street

If they got somebody posted outside,

you walk to the jailhouse and wave.

You'll need this.

Don't let your shaking hands

near the trigger!

- Don't get on me.

- I ain't started yet.

This is really

going to be something to see.

- Who the hell are you?

- Wait a minute.

He's a little green. The fellow

you're after has got a bad leg.

Sure, Cole.

The back door's through there.

If you go in real quiet,

they may not know you're there.

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