El Dorado Page #9

- No?

- No. Your gun hand's no good.

Give me time to get down

and we'll find out.

- Why should I give you time?

- Call it professional courtesy.

- Don't even listen. Why should you?

- Curiosity, Jason.

All right, Bull. Get that one

close to the MacDonald boy.

When you hit him, blow that bugle.

Well, my better judgment tells me

that I can't...

Freeze it right there, Johnny.

- Where's Saul?

- In there, he's all right.

- I told you to stay out of this.

- I'm glad she didn't.

- Much obliged, Joey.

- I owed you.

You didn't give me any chance at all,

did you?

No, I didn't.

You're too good to give a chance to.

I let a one-armed man take me.

JP, look.

Now that I don't need it,

it's working pretty good.

That's always the way, isn't it?

- What's going on out there?

- Town's fit to bust out.

Be a big time tonight.

Every son feels like hollerin'.

- How's your leg, Cole?

- Ask the doc.

It's not too bad. You know these

are buckshot wounds, don't you?

- I thought so.

- Who was using a shotgun?

- A certain young man...

- I was, Doc.

- I thought you were on their side.

- He was.

I told you I was no good with a gun.

Trouble is,

Cole was in front of the gun.

The safe place is behind Mississippi

when he shoots that thing.

You, too, Bull?

I think I'll take a little walk.

- See that gal?

- What gal?

The one that thinks

you look better without that hat.

- Tell her why you're wearing it.

- I've already told her

She's mad. Said you let her make

a fool of herself.

A host of friends.

I have a host of friends.

- Sorry about that leg.

- Forget it.

Yeah. I'll see you.

That'll be a little sore for a few

days, but it'll be all right.

Hope you have time to let me fix

your back.

- As soon as this leg heals, Doc.

- I'll be ready.

- Hey, Cole, where's Maudie?

- I was wondering about that, too.

I left her down the street

just before this ruckus started.

She'll probably

be around pretty soon.

I wouldn't count on that too much.

- I just talked to her.

- Well?

If you was running for president,

you wouldn't get her vote.

What did I do?

She said she was plum through

waiting on a man

whilst he's running around being

a target for anybody with a gun.

- Said she couldn't take it no more.

- She did?

Yeah, and she added a few frills

and dressing.

The main idea was,

the door was closed.

- What are you going to do?

- What can I do?

Can't argue with a closed door.

Glad to hear you say that.

Better just drop it.

- What can...?

- Others would try persuading her.

You get into trouble

with those women. Remember me.

You saying

I'm in the same mess you were?

I didn't say that.

You think I'd make

a fool of myself like you?

You said yourself,

you cannot stand to be tied down.

Maybe I've had enough of selling

my gun arm all over the place.

You said yourself...

- Don't put words in my mouth...

- I'm not.

And if somebody's going to tell me

about women, it won't to be you.

- Where is Maudie?

- Her place.

- That's my crutch.

- Where's the other one?

Right over there, under your nose.

- I can't decide for myself!

- It's under the wrong arm.

How would you know? You've been

using it under both arms.

Fine friend! Trying to keep a fellow

from doing what he wants to do.

The way to get him to do something

is to say not to do it.

Not if he didn't want to.

- Reckon he'll stay here?

- Could be.

Be a good thing to have him here.

Suppose you'll likely to wait a bit,

find a new gal,

make a fool of yourself

all over again.

Most likely. If you leave me,

I could be driven to it.

- I ain't said that.

- As good as.

Now, stop putting words in my mouth.

I can't do anything right,

according to you. Bull, I need you.

- You what?

- I need you.

If you start being nice to me,

I'll quit you for sure.

Shock'd be too much. I'd sooner have

you hungover and nasty.

Speaking of that,

how about a little drink, Bull?

Darn it! Took you a long time

to think of that one.

- That was good work, sheriff.

- Thank you, friend.

Sheriff, it looks like

you're going to keep your job.

Yeah, it'll be a nice quiet town

after you leave, Cole.

How do you know I'm leaving?

We just don't need

your kind around here.

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