Johnny Guitar

All's clear!

Hup!

- What's your pleasure?

- Whiskey.

- Where's the boss?

- Who's asking?

Name is Johnny...

Guitar.

So?

I have an appointment with Vienna.

Vienna's busy. You'll have to wait.

- I could use a little dinner.

- Fix him up in the kitchen, Tom.

Right this way.

You ain't paid for your drink, mister.

Now, friend, don't rush the night.

I may be around a while.

Take good care o' these.

That's a lot of man

you're carrying in those boots.

There's something about a tall man

makes people sit up and take notice.

It's a Johnny Guitar.

Says he has an appointment with you.

I'll see him later.

- Sam, light a lamp and hang it outside.

- Nobody'll be in in this weather.

If they do, how can they

find the place? Just hang a lamp.

Never seen a woman who was more a man.

She thinks like one, acts like one,

and sometimes makes me feel like I'm not.

Eddie, that's last month's paper.

How many times do you have to read it?

I like to know what's happening

in the world outside.

There'll be plenty going on here soon.

Just worry about that.

I never believed I'd end my years

working for a woman

and likin' it.

- Spin the wheel, Eddie.

- What for? No customers.

I like to hear it spinning.

Please sit down.

- More wine, Mr. Andrews?

- No, I'd better get back to my crew.

We've a good deal of mountain

to blast through.

But you have to wait till the storm settles.

Tell me, why did you pick this spot to build?

How could you possibly know

that the railroad was coming this way?

Some time ago, I ran into your surveyor

and we exchanged confidences.

Ah.

When the railroad comes through,

how much will this property be worth?

- What's Albuquerque worth?

- How would you like to share in it?

I'll need all the help I can get.

I couldn't help you. I'm not handy with a gun.

I'm offering you an opportunity to get rich.

An opportunity to get killed

would be more accurate.

I see you've been influenced by my friends.

They're determined people.

Too determined for my tastes.

But I wish you luck, Vienna.

For whatever it's worth.

Thanks, Mr. Andrews,

but I'm not trusting to luck.

A good gunfighter doesn't depend

on four-leafed clovers.

And I think I...

- Expecting company?

- Not for dinner.

Woah!

Keep the wheel spinning, Eddie.

Come on down, Vienna.

Take a good look, Vienna.

I'm sorry, Emma. Your brother

was a very fine man.

How would you know?

He was one man

who never even looked at you.

He was still a fine man.

We want the Dancin' Kid

and his bunch.

They don't live here.

You're one o' them.

- Wait.

- We don't need you, Marshal.

We got enough trouble, Vienna.

Don't give us none.

The only trouble we have

is what you've brought in.

- Jenks.

- Yes, Mr. McIvers.

You were driving the stagecoach.

You saw the killin'. Who did it?

- Answer the question.

- There was four of 'em.

- I didn't ask how many. I asked who.

- The sun was in my eyes.

A while ago, you said it was

the Dancin' Kid. Say it now.

You said it was the Kid.

I only said it could have been.

- Any more witnesses, Marshal?

- We don't need any more witnesses.

We're taking you and your men into custody.

Eddie, you can stop spinning the wheel.

Come and get me, Mr. McIvers.

- We don't want no shooting, Vienna.

- I'm not coming peaceably, Marshal.

Look, this is a hanging matter.

We can't go arresting people without proof.

If the Kid was here, you'd want proof?

The Kid and Vienna

aren't the same.

I say they are.

They both cast the same shadow.

Someone holds up the stagecoach,

your brother is killed

and all you can think about

is hanging the Dancin' Kid.

You know he didn't do it.

You all know it.

- What's your real reason, Emma?

- Cos he's a killer.

What has he killed?

Why do you hate him so?

What did he ever do to you?

Maybe you don't hate him.

You got something to say,

you'd better say it, Vienna.

- Let Emma say it.

- I wouldn't spit on him.

Oh, he was always eyeing me.

I never told my poor brother

because Len would have killed him.

That's why he held up the stage and killed

my brother. Now he thinks he can get me.

That's why.

You've got it a little twisted,

haven't you, Emma?

- Now you think you can get him.

- She's crazy.

You want the Kid and

you're so ashamed of it, you want him dead.

You want me dead, too.

Then maybe you can sleep nights.

I won't sleep till I see both of you hanged.

You and the Kid and all of your filthy kind.

Look at her. Standing up there,

staring down on us, like a somebody.

Go get her! Drag her down!

I've never done a thing to hurt any of you.

Don't make me do it now.

You're a railroad tramp.

You're not fit to live among decent people.

Get out of here while you can,

you and your men.

We're here to stay, Mr. McIvers,

you'd better get used to that idea.

- We don't want you here.

- This was free country when I came.

- I'm not giving up a single foot of it.

- You don't hear so good.

- We don't want you here.

- You don't own the earth, not this part of it.

Stay and you'll keep

only enough of it to bury you in.

I intend to be buried here...

in the 20th century.

You'll never see a train run through.

Now you said it.

It took a long time for the truth

to come out, didn't it?

You and McIvers own the whole town

and every head of beef within 500 miles.

But that isn't enough, is it?

You've got to own everything.

You can't stand to see anybody else live.

Well, you're going to.

You're going to see a whole new town

right where you're standing.

A town you don't own.

The railroad's sending in people by tens,

twenties, hundreds and thousands.

You can't keep them all out!

- Tell them, Mr. Andrews.

- I think you put it rather well.

You're not building no depot here.

That's for Vienna to decide.

Vienna decided.

Now get out! Get out, all of you!

That's big talk for a little gun.

You can't shoot all of us.

Two of you will do.

You don't have the nerve.

Try me.

Stop pushing, Emma.

Put down that gun, Vienna.

Put down the gun.

Down there I sell whiskey and cards.

All you can buy up these stairs

is a bullet in the head.

Now, which do you want?

All right. Break it up here, men. Break it up.

I'm going to kill you.

I know.

If I don't kill you first.

You wanted the Dancin' Kid, Marshal.

Here he comes.

Could you spare that smoke, friend?

Trouble you for a light, friend.

There's nothing like a good smoke

and a cup of coffee.

You know, some men got the cravin'

for gold and silver,

others need lots o' land with herds o' cattle

and there's those that got the weakness

for whiskey and for women.

When you boil it all down,

what does a man really need?

Just a smoke and a cup o' coffee.

- And who are you?

- The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.

- That's no name.

- Anybody care to change it?

I hired you to play the guitar,

not insult my customers.

Well, if these are your customers,

I'm not so sure I'll take this job.

That's pretty strong talk for a man

who doesn't wear a gun.

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