Joe Kidd Page #2

Say the rooms are spoken for

and there's nothing you can do.

If they give you trouble,

give me a holler.

- What's wrong with saying

the rooms are spoken for?

- Send this out.

Hello, Mr. Harlan.

Ma'am.

Anything I can do for you?

I want to see a man

named Joe Kidd.

Joe Kidd's

locked up in jail.

If he weren't,

I doubt we'd be talking.

You knew we had him

locked up?

I'd like to pay the fine on him.

Send him over to me.

Didn't know he was

a friend of yours.

We'll be on

the second floor.

Joe, Mr. Harlan

wants to see you.

Who?

- Mr. Harlan.

- I don't know the man.

- Do you know his name?

- Never heard of him.

He knows you and

he's paid your fine.

- He wants to see you right now.

- Yeah? Where is he?

Over at the hotel.

- And he's paid my fine, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, he can't be all bad.

- Joe Kidd?

- Yeah.

Be with you in a minute.

Hey, aren't you

gonna wait?

You sure don't look

like you're supposed to.

Just how am I

supposed to look?

You're all dressed

like some town dude.

Were you really leavin'?

Not going to wait?

He asked to see me, but if he's busy,

maybe some other time.

You don't know Mr. Harlan

very well, do you?

Is that what you call him?

Mr. Harlan?

I call him Frank,

and a few other things. Why?

Well, you...

don't look like his daughter,

and I don't think

you're his wife.

I'm not his mother,

either.

But you do take care

of him at times?

Ask him, if you'd like.

Or find out for myself?

How long have

they had you locked up?

Two days.

What would you be like

after two months?

We wouldn't even

be talking now.

Mr. Harlan

can see you now.

Mr. Harlan,

Joe Kidd.

Mr. Kidd.

Mr. Joe Kidd.

You come well recommended.

Judge Vince Brennan, 4th Territorial

Court, spoke very highly of you.

Man with the Indian bureau,

name of Wattles,

said you worked up at the

Jicarilla Apache station,

know the mountains and game trails

better than anybody.

You were supplying

their meat for 'em?

Yeah, I worked

for them a few years.

Before that,

I understood you hunted men,

anybody with

a price on his head.

Good at it.

That was a long time ago.

You got a one-loop outfit

you work when you're not out hunting.

I get out now and then,

yeah.

We propose to spend a week,

maybe 10 days.

Pay you whatever

your rate is.

A bonus for everything

we shoot worth mounting.

Get us some mule deer,

some elk,

maybe one of them

mountain cats...

if we see one.

You think

this piece of iron...

will stop one of them

big old cats?

I suppose it would,

if he lets you get close enough.

If you get close enough.

hear that, Mingo?

I'd like you to meet

my associates, Mr. Olin Mingo,

Lamarr Sims.

This is Roy Gannon.

These gentlemen are A-1,

first-class hunters.

I'd bet them against

anybody at any distance.

You believe that?

If he says so,

it's all right with me.

Whatever he says,

that's it.

Let me show you

something here, buddy.

Shut the window, Lamarr.

We're gonna need four horses,

which we'll buy off you,

if you want.

Come to your place tomorrow

and start in the morning.

You're asking me

to guide for ya?

What do you think

I've been talking about?

I don't hire out to guide.

Either hunting

for animals or men.

You don't believe

we're after mule deer?

You're after Luis Chama.

Seen through it right away.

You got a keen eye.

It's simple. You deal in land

and he wants to take it away.

If the sheriff here

can't stop him, I will.

I got claim to 935 sections,

nearly 600,000 acres,

and I'm not gonna permit some

sheepherder named Luis Chama...

to get away with

cutting fences...

and stirring up the Mexican population

with talk about land reform.

Nor am I gonna waste time

arguing it in court.

Here it is.

I'll give you...

$500 to help us

track that man.

If it's your shot gets him,

it's all right with me.

$500.

What do you say?

- I already said it.

- Wait a minute, sir.

I paid a fine,

got you out of jail.

If you want

your $10 back,

I'll serve out

the rest of the time.

Ah...

he's going on

a huntin' trip.

I'll be back.

Emilio?

Vita?

Joseph!

Se llevaron a Emilio.

Se llevaron los caballos.

They take him.

They take the horses, too.

- When did this happen?

- This morning.

Emilio say, "Stay home."

And they take him.

There. Arriba.

Up there.

Joseph.

Joseph,

where you been?

Did Chama do this?

With some of his men.

They take some horses

and shoot the rest.

The one say you kill a friend,

so he do this.

Say he's

gonna kill you, too.

Where the hell do you

think you're going?

Come on in.

You want Luis Chama?

Got thinkin' about the money,

did ya? Changed your mind?

- Do you want him?

- I told you the deal.

$500, and I don't care

who pulls the trigger.

The price will be $1,000.

All right.

Anything else?

Nope.

I'll meet you downstairs.

You want something?

You know how many holes

I can put in you with this gun?

Lamarr, I got a dollar says

I can break your neck...

before you get that rig

moved a half inch.

Yeah.

Mr. Harlan wants you around.

That's the only reason

I don't plug you right now.

When Mr. Harlan doesn't

want me around anymore,

you let me know, huh, boy?

If I was to say

my prayers, we might get lucky...

and find him sittin' home

waitin' on us, Mingo.

"How do you do, Mr. Chama?

For a dumb-ass sheep dipper,

"you sure been

bothering me.

Causin' all kinds

of discomfort."

There's supposed to be

a road west of here.

We could save some time.

Game doesn't

walk down roads.

We're supposed to be

hunting mule deer.

If we find somebody walking down

the road, which don't seem likely.

Well, we've had company now

for about a mile.

- Where at?

- Both sides of us.

- I don't see a goddamn thing. How many?

- Three, maybe more.

- What the hell's going on?

- Keep your mouth shut.

We got people going with us.

Maybe Chama, maybe not.

- I don't see anybody.

- I see 'em, Frank.

You bet.

Right where he said.

I could wing one,

if you wanted to talk to him.

They're not much for

staying hid, are they?

No, they're showing themselves,

showing they don't give a darn.

They know they've

got us outnumbered.

Buenos dias, seor.

Buenos dias.

Nice looking string

you have there.

Still green.

They'll be all right.

- You rope 'em?

- Yeah.

We chased them

three or four days.

You haven't by any chance

seen any elk, have you?

No. Some deer.

You out hunting, eh?

You haven't been home

for a while?

No, not for a few days.

You want some game?

Go in the San Juans.

Maybe you get a bear.

My friend, I want

to ask you a question.

I want to ask it

only one time.

Yeah?

Where's Luis Chama?

Luis Chama.

Yeah, I saw him sometime.

Are you looking for him?

Well, we gotta go.

If I see Luis Chama,

I'll tell him you're asking for him.

Vamonos.

Adios.

Mingo,

I want him alive.

I got him through the arm.

He must have jumped.

I was aiming for his shoulder.

- You say you saw Luis Chama where?

- I don't know anybody that name.

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