El Dorado Page #7

here's a couple of badges.

Raise your right hand.

I forgot the words,

but you'd better say, "I do".

- I do.

- Now you're deputies.

You suppose these'll do any good

if somebody shoots at us?

It'll give 'em a good target.

You'd better come lock this door

after us.

Take a look-see in at Jason's.

I'll take this side.

- What was that?

- I don't know, but I don't like it.

Look out!

Get him inside.

Close the door.

- You hit bad?

- No, a nick. It missed the bone.

What happened out there?

I told you to stay out of sight.

How's a body see anything

from around the corner?

- I've got to cut these pants.

- Go ahead. You got a knife?

I suppose I've asked this before,

but just who... Who is he?

Tell him your name, Mississippi.

Alan Bourdillion Traherne.

- No wonder he carries a knife.

- You need a doctor.

Could you go and get Doc Miller

here without getting yourself shot?

If I thought I would get shot,

I wouldn't go. Back as soon as I can.

Here.

Use this till the doctor gets here.

How did this mess get started?

A bunch of men on horseback

came flying around the bend and...

What was the idea

of diving under those horses?

Diving under those horses?

A man can't shoot good

when his horse is jumping,

and a horse won't step on a man.

- He won't?

- He will?

Alan Bourdillion Tra... who?

There's nothing in there.

Sheriff, you've got nothing

to worry about.

Lift your leg a little, please.

Thornton, did you ever

get that bullet out of your back?

No, I never did.

I said you need someone better than

me to do it. I've got the man here.

- Doctor Donovan, got a spare minute?

- Yes, doctor.

Hold your finger right here.

No, no, here. That's it.

This fellow's got a bullet in him.

Went in the left side about here,

and moved toward the spine.

- About here?

- A little higher.

Yes, I feel it.

- This may hurt.

- It did.

That's very odd. Does it hurt here?

- No.

- Doctor...

Just a minute.

- What do you think?

- It's a challenge.

I reckon he's got a more interesting

misery than you, sheriff.

Doctor, I don't want to take up your

time, but mine's still bleeding.

You've got nothing to worry about,

it's a clean wound.

- It's giving you trouble, isn't it?

- I wouldn't say...

- Why don't you tell him the truth?

- I can guess.

Sudden spasms of pain and paralysis

of one side, probably the right.

- It doesn't last long.

- But longer each time, right?

What are you trying to tell him?

If the bullet is not removed,

he'll have an attack that won't pass.

McLeod may settle the problem for us.

But if I'm here after all this,

I'll come and see you.

- You do that.

- Now, doctors, if you please.

Could you come here,

so I can rest my finger?

Sure.

Why don't you settle down?

- I've got the shakes so bad...

- You've had them before.

Not with a bullet wound and a bunch

of unfriendly people outside

- Just waiting for somebody...

- What do you want to do?

Quit?

The only thing I can think of is

don't use the door, don't go outside.

- You mean hole up?

- Sure, they won't come in here.

When do you expect the marshal?

I don't remember the last time

he was here.

He was here.

You gave him a big welcome.

- Flung a bottle at him.

- An empty bottle?

Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.

- When's the marshal due?

- Four or five days.

- Got enough food?

- Plenty of coffee and water.

Could you slip out the back

and get some food?

- Without getting shot?

- I wish you would.

Does he want me

to get shot or get food?

- Want me to come?

- If I get shot, you get the food.

And I'm also going

to bring back a big bar of soap.

This place'll never be Delmonico's,

but the food would taste better

if you'd use that soap.

- Just get.

- I'm going.

I suppose I could use a little bath.

I'd appreciate it.

- Morning, Joey.

- Morning. I brought some...

- Good morning, sheriff.

- I'm taking a bath.

Don't mind me, sheriff,

I was raised with four brothers.

- I'm not your brother.

- Doc Miller sent over these crutches

and some clean clothes.

He also sent some soap.

And I brought an extra one...

You already have some.

- I've got a lot of friends.

- Well, I'll be going.

Morning.

What are you doing still in town?

We came to take my brother

Jared home, he's a lot better.

When you get home...

I remember:
stay close and watch out.

Right.

You look a lot better

without that hat.

Thank you.

Wait. Don't close that door.

Morning, Joey.

Hi, Mississippi, Bull. Morning, Cole.

Good morning... I'd have more privacy

in the El Paso railroad station.

Hello, JP. How are you?

I'm thinking of selling tickets.

I'd get rich.

I got here just in time.

Here's a bar of soap.

- Just what I need.

- What happened to your leg?

- Will you get out of here?

- All right, JP. What happened?

- He'll be fine. A nick in the leg...

- I thought...

You ought to have better sense

than to come here...

Better sense...? I brought you

some food. I'll take it back...

- Just a minute...

- Sometimes you make me so mad...

- What?

- He's trying to tell you

that it's not safe to come here.

Somebody sees you come in here,

they tell McLeod,

then McLeod tries to use you

to get to us.

I never thought of that...

Something else.

She shouldn't go out the front door.

- 'Cause McLeod...

- Well?

All right, let her come

through this way. I'll close my eyes.

- Come on.

- You might as well leave the basket.

- Sure, Mississippi.

- Come on, Maudie.

You in the jail.

- Who is it?

- Polly, with a note.

Don't see nobody with her.

- Come in, Polly.

- Hi, sheriff.

Maudie asked me to bring this to you.

I'm scared. Those men waiting

around... All the girls are scared.

I know, Polly. What does she say?

What I feared. McLeod's men

are hanging around her place.

She says watch out

'cause she overheard enough to know

that they've got something planned.

I guess you'd better get down there.

Yeah. Mississippi,

you want to ride, boldly ride again?

Might be some trouble.

"Over the mountains of the moon

Down the valley of the shadow"

- "Here we come."

- OK, Bull.

Look out!

The window. Get their attention.

Steady down! A man came in here.

Out the back way.

Through that door.

- Don't these fellows look familiar?

- Our friends from the border.

Milt and Pedro. Where's McLeod?

- I don't know.

- They wait for people outside doors.

- Makes you wonder about that door.

- You're learning, Mississippi.

Any reason why you want us

to go out that way?

- He went that way...

- Pedro's telling the truth.

He better be because you're going

out that door. You first, Milt.

- No, please.

- Come on, Milt.

Not that way.

I'm tired of being taken for a fool.

Come on, move.

- Please, don't.

- On your way.

I lied. There's somebody out there.

- I know.

- Wait, I'll go. I'll go.

- You sure will.

- Don't shoot, it's Milt.

- All right, it's your turn.

- No, please!

You're next. Move!

Go on, Pedro, move...

You all right? What is it, Cole?

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