High Plains Drifter Page #3

Any objection?

You men can go back to work.

Would you mind tellin' me

what the hell"'s goin on here?

You can help out too.

You want me to help you

tear down my barn?

Wait a minute.

Maybe he'd be better use

if he'd help us collect...

the few little items

were still missing.

Items? What items?

What for?

You got the list, Sheriff.

Read it to him.

We still need 35 bedsheets...

one barbecued steer...

and 200 gallons of red paint.

Red paint?

We're counting on you

for the bedsheets.

- Is there anything else?

- Yes, there is.

How long's it gonna take you

to get everybody out of your hotel?

- What?

- Everybody out.

- How long is it gonna take?

- I just can't-

I got eight people living in rooms

up there in my hotel.

Where are they gonna go?

Out.

You know better'n to walk

in a man's camp and-

What the hell is goin' on?

Well, Stacey, it looks like

we got three fresh horses.

Wait a while.

He's got him some snappy duds.

Faster!

Fire! Pull that trigger!

- Any improvement?

- Some.

Lew and I were thinking.

Maybe we were a little

hasty in our decision.

What do you mean?

Maybe we don't need any outside help

to solve our problem.

Hell, Dave, maybe we don't

even have a problem.

Every man that ever got sent up...

went away saying hed come back

and get even, right?

But can you actually remember anyone

ever comin' back and doin' anything?

I can't think of one.

Can you?

You want to get rid

of the gunfighter, is that it?

Dave, we've got to

before it's too late.

He's making a mock

of this whole town.

Making that little dwarf

the sheriff.

Kickin' my own people

out of my own hotel.

Got half of the women in town

sewing bedsheets together.

Got those Mexicans down there

building long picnic tables.

Lutie Naylor barbecuin'

a whole damn steer.

- Some kind of a picnic.

- Right here in our own town.

- Sounds pretty good to me.

- What do you mean?

It sounds like a good idea

bringin' everything out in the open.

This whole things

all for nothin'..

They're probably all three blind drunk

in some Nogales whorehouse.

Well, if they're dead drunk in Nogales,

welll know in 24 hours.

Surely we can put up

with the man for one more day.

No. He's got this whole town

so people are turnin' on each other.

What's the matter, Morgan?

Anybody special turn on you?

- You want to spell that out, Drake?

- Spell it yourself.

I'm not gonna jeopardize

everything I've built here...

because some blond b*tch in heat

threw you out of bed.

- Don't talk to me that way!

- I'll talk to you any way I like!

I'll say what I have to say

while I'm running this company.

Say it, but you could listen

once in a while yourself!

What's the matter? Not gettin'

your fair share of the profits?

It's not the profits.

This whole business

has gone sour...

since that deal with that

former marshal, Duncan.

We had no choice in that matter

and you know it.

The big mistake was hiring

that man Duncan in the first place.

You did that all by yourself.

Quiet! Shut up.

We can trust one another.

This whole town had a hand

in what happened.

Why do you think Bridges

and the Carlin brothers...

kept their mouths shut

all this time?

Same reason everybody else did

in this town.

One hangs, we all hang.

Now, you just grit your teeth

a little bit longer.

The gunfighter stays

till I say otherwise. You understand?

There it is, just like he said.

That strangers got everybody

turnin' on everybody.

Being put out

in the middle of the night!

That man!

Right here. Folks, put your bags

right here in the wagon.

All right, folks.

Just put your bags in the wagon.

- What's going on here?

- What the hell does it look like?

They're emptying my whole hotel.

Throwing out payin' guests,

right into the street...

just to make room

for our new guardian angel.

He likes to be by himself,

more or less.

You can see

who's runnin our town now.

He's sitting right over there,

Mr Belding.

if you don't like it...

why don't you just go over there

and tell him he can't?

Mordecai...

someday soon someones going to step

on your scrawny neck, you lizard.

When they do, you're going

to be nothing but-

See here...

you cant turn all these people

out into the night.

It is inhuman, brother.

Inhuman!

I'm not your brother.

We are all brothers

in the eyes of God.

All these people,

are they your sisters and brothers?

They most certainly are!

Then you won't mind

if they stay at your place, will ya?

All right, folks, lets go.

Put your bags here.

Friends, don't worry.

We shall find haven for you

in our own homes...

and it won't cost you one cent more

than regular hotel rates.

That's ridiculous.

- My room ready?

- Two connecting rooms.

The best in the hotel.

One for entertaining

your many new friends in town...

and one for sleeping...

if your conscience let's you sleep.

- I sleep just fine, maam.

- Is that so?

You care to see for yourself?

You tell Mrs Belding

there'll be two for supper.

I like chicken, fried.

And anything else?

Best bottle ofwine in town.

Remember:
He won't be around

forever, you little-

Marshal.

Help me, please.

Help me.

- What are you doing?

- Let go! You've got to stop this!

Let go of me!

Damn you all to hell.

How did you get in here?

You had your chance

and you missed it.

You're hurting me.

What do you want?

Just a little pleasant

female company for supper.

- You know what you are?

- What?

- You're an animal.

- You have a way of bringing that out.

Thank you,

but I don't eat with dogs.

You might, if it's a dog

that runs the pack.

- Give me half an hour to get ready.

- You're ready right now.

I could be readier.

Half an hour.

You know, actually,

I eat like a bird.

I've got it!

I knew that old bastard Hobart

had it in a hole under the store.

- Look. But I got it.

- Yeah, all the way from France.

Stick a bent knife in that,

get the cork out.

Do you have any special request

for dessert?

No, I've already

taken care of that.

Can't fix that without a blacksmith

or a vet. Maybe both.

It'll be hell

findin' either one out here.

I'll tell you something, Stace.

I think weve been pushin' too hard.

Like as not, all three of these horses

could have come up lame.

I feel pretty lame myself, not being

on a horse 12 months in that damn jail.

Back off, Cole. Maybe we ought

to leave you and the horse here.

Now, Stace,

I didn't mean nothin'..

He can ride double with me

until we come across somebody.

- We'll all need fresh animals.

- All right! But quit cryin' about it.

I'll tell you what, though.

Soon as they find those bodies...

they're going to have

a huntin' party out for us.

And I want time to take one year

of my life out of Lago...

before we move on.

How long is that going

to take, you figure?

A life time...

for some of 'em.

You're out late, Mordecai.

Fornication and sins of the flesh.

That's what's going on under my roof

right now while I'm talking to you.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes