El Dorado Page #6

- Give me time to go to the front.

- We'll watch.

- You being fair?

- What do you mean?

- Letting him go in there.

- I'd hate to try and stop him.

They laughed at him, Mississippi.

That'll make the difference.

All right, let's get on.

If you have to use that thing,

make sure which way it's pointed.

- What do you want here, sheriff?

- I want two things.

First I want the man that just

came in here.

- Nobody came in here.

- Stay away from that gun, Elmer.

Move up the other end of the bar.

No, I wouldn't do it, McLeod.

The rest of you, don't plan anything.

- You decided to take a hand.

- Never figured it any other way.

Keep that gun pointed right

at this table, both barrels.

Go ahead, JP.

You...

- You said that nobody came in here?

- That's right, nobody came in.

How come there's a trail of blood

leading right up to that table?

Joe, you're playing

a lot of sour notes on that piano.

- I know.

- You don't look very happy.

- I'm certainly not.

- Like to move away from that piano?

- Darn right I would.

- Then move!

You said...

I told you, get away from that gun.

Get up the other end of the bar.

You were saying...

nobody walked in here.

Get up. Get up.

Nobody came in here, laughing boy?

Let me hear you laugh.

Come on, let me hear you laugh.

Now you, Jason...

Get out of my way.

You thought it was funny too, didn't

you? Why aren't you laughing now?

It's the same drunken sheriff,

the same hat, why don't you laugh?

Let me hear you laugh!

I don't know who you think you are...

All right, Cole.

You're lucky, Jason.

'Cause I wanted to kill you bad.

Come on, you're under arrest.

You just going to sit there, McLeod?

There really isn't much

I can do right now, is there, Jason?

I'll give you $1,000

the day you get me out of jail.

$1,000.

Listen, McLeod.

You make one move toward that jail,

and it'll be hard to collect that

mone 'cause your boss will be shot.

So you and your boys get out of town

by morning, understand?

- Ready, Cole?

- Whenever you are.

Let's go.

Cover us. Get out of the way.

All right, Mississippi.

What you looking at?

There's somebody out there

with a gun.

- Everybody in town's got a gun.

- Not pointing at us, though.

Where was this fellow?

In that livery stable

across the street.

It's too soon for one of the McLeods.

- I'll take a look.

- I don't know...

I'll be careful.

Go around the back way. Soon as

you're out the door, turn right.

If you're not back in five minutes,

I'll come after you.

- Listen, sheriff...

- You listen, Jason.

Unless you want only bread

and water until the marshal arrives,

you be absolutely quiet.

- We got away with it.

- Yeah.

You were pretty good in there.

Like old times.

Don't tell me I was good.

I got away with it

because I had a hangover.

I was too mad to be scared and sick

to worry about it. You know that.

I've been there.

Next time

it's not going to be so easy, is it?

Next time they'll be ready for you.

Who figured out that stuff

you people poured into me?

- Where is Mississippi?

- Who is Mississippi?

That's the kid

that was around with us all night.

- Where is he?

- That's what I was asking.

Across the street at the stables.

Saw somebody pointing a gun after us.

- He ought to know better.

- Want me to go after him?

You ought to know better.

The first time in months

I've felt like doing nothing for you,

now you don't want me to do it.

Was there something wrong with that,

or is it just my hangover?

You made better sense

when you were drinking.

Must be whisky someplace.

- Hey, you're a girl.

- Course I'm a girl.

Hold still...

Just hold still now, miss.

Hold still. You're going to lose

your clothes if you keep that up.

All right. All right. I'll quit.

- You sure?

- I told you, didn't I?

- All right.

- How'd you know I was in here?

I saw your gun barrel sticking out

that window. Who are you after?

Bart Jason. You were so close around

him that I couldn't get a clear shot.

Are you going to keep sitting on me?

Well, I'm comfortable, and I...

I told you not to do that.

Don't do it and hold still.

- What's your name?

- Joey.

Josephine MacDonald.

Well, come on.

If you are a MacDonald, you've got

a right to want to shoot Jason.

You're one of the ones

that took him to the jail.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I recognise the hat.

- Why do you wear that silly thing?

- Never mind.

Why?

It was given me

by a Cherokee medicine man,

who said, if I wore it, people

wouldn't ask me fool questions.

- That wasn't a fool question.

- Then I'll ask you one.

Why do you wear your hair

like some wild mustang

that needs a curry-comb and a brush?

I don't think...

Don't do that again,

'cause I can hit harder than you.

- Damn you.

- Look, I'm on your side.

I was wrong.

I ought to be thanking you

for helping us, not hitting you.

Yeah, well...

- Can I have my rifle?

- Not till we find out who you are.

- I told you who I am.

- You just say so. We'll go find out.

Bull, what did Mississippi say...?

Going to the stable

across the street.

- I guess I'd better go find out.

- Hey, in the jail. Mississippi.

- Come on, open the door.

- Hold your horses.

Found this girl in that stable

opposite, pointing a gun.

- Hello, Joey.

- Sheriff.

Hello, Mr Thornton.

May I have my gun?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Just who were you aiming

to shoot, Joey?

Jason.

Didn't the last time

you shot a man teach you anything?

There ain't any mistake about Jason.

We didn't have much hope in you,

so Pa and the others are waiting

for him, out on the street.

- We thought you weren't good enough.

- Sober enough.

- We were wrong.

- Yeah...

Joey, you better

round up your family,

tell them to go home

until this thing's over.

You can also tell them we've got

the man that shot your brother.

- How is your brother?

- He's got a good chance.

I'm glad.

You going to be able to hold Jason?

- He'll stand trial.

- Will he get what he deserves?

I don't know. I'm not the judge,

I'm just the sheriff.

Could I see him, talk to him?

Sure, just let me have that gun.

Never mind. Guess I'll be going.

- You want me to go with you?

- Why?

Well, I don't know...

They haven't gotten around

to shooting women yet.

You're doing what you think is right.

And for what you're doing, thanks.

All of you.

- She would've shot that fellow.

- She shot me.

She...?

She's something.

McLeod and his men

just left from across the street.

Do you think he's pulling out?

Fellow in his line of work can't,

once he takes a job.

I hear he's part Indian.

Could be he wants us

to think he's leaving.

Could be.

Got that feeling in the back of

my neck that says trouble's coming.

- What time do you reckon it is?

- Around 11, 12.

- Sheriff wanted to be woke up.

- What for?

Before he tried to drink the town

dry, we used to make a patrol.

Well, don't wake him up. He's been

through enough for one night.

You and I will have a look around.

If you're going to do that,

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