Johnny Guitar Page #2

It's also bad manners.

You must be the Dancin' Kid.

That's the name, friend.

Care to change it?

No. No, I like it.

- Can you dance?

- Can you play?

I'm sorry, Emma.

Where you boys been this afternoon?

- How does that concern you?

- Relax, Bart.

Marshal's only trying to do his duty.

I'm still asking.

Where were we this afternoon, Corey?

Same place we are every day.

- Working in our silver mine.

- What mine?

- You got a silver mine, nobody ever saw it.

- Where do you think we get our money?

Stealing. Killing honest folks

that work for theirs.

That's harsh talk, Mr. McIvers.

You boys don't ranch, you don't farm.

Still, you always got plenty of money.

I told you, we got a silver mine.

Maybe you better show us that silver mine.

Huh! And have every man within 500 miles

stamping on our necks?

What is this? We just did a day's work,

we came for a few drinks and cards,

like every Friday, isn't that so, Vienna?

- They never miss a Friday.

- She's lying, that tramp.

Anyone else think I'm lying?

She's one o' them. I say string them all up.

All of them!

Me too, Emma?

Jenks, how many men held up that stage?

- I think there was four.

- Come here, Jenks.

What for?

Take a good look at these men.

Do you recognize any of them?

I told you, the sun was in my eyes.

You got me and a dozen men behind you.

Don't be afraid to tell the truth.

I ain't afraid, Mr. McIvers. I said they wore

masks. How could I recognize anybody?

You, come here.

I got a name, mister.

- I said come here.

- Well, say it nice.

Don't start anything, go talk to him.

- Where are you from?

- Albuquerque.

- You come over the trail this afternoon?

- Uh-huh.

- You see anything?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I saw the stage being held up.

- What?

From the mountains,

couldn't make out any details.

Why didn't you ride down and help 'em?

With what, this?

- Where are your guns?

- I don't wear any.

Maybe you got rid of them after the shooting.

- You have a suspicious mind, mister.

- How come you don't go armed?

Because I'm not the fastest draw

west of the Pecos.

They're laughing at you. Is that what

you came here for, to be laughed at?

Now listen, everybody. Listen good,

cos I'm only gonna say this once.

In 24 hours - mark it, 24 hours -

this is gonna be closed territory.

We got a saloon in town.

We don't need one out here.

I'm passing a law against gambling

and drinking outside the town limits.

That law goes into effect

in 24 hours. That's all.

Well, it was nice meeting you all.

You don't own this whole territory, McIvers.

- You got no call, asking us to leave.

- I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

- Supposing we don't?

- You got 24 hours.

He can't make his own laws.

Tell him, Marshal.

- Mac, you know we can't pass a law...

- 24 hours.

- Just a minute, Mac.

- Don't cross me, Marshal.

I give these people fair warning.

If they don't pull out,

I suggest you go fishing till it's all over.

Sounds like the storm's all over, boys.

- Let's go.

- Mr. McIvers,

I believe you owe me

for one bottle of whiskey.

I don't want to owe you anything.

Don't you ever forget that, Mr. McIvers.

Come on, Emma.

And when they go,

you better go with 'em.

Ya!

Want me to help you pack?

I threw away my trunk when I came here.

McIvers has over 30 guns riding for him.

What are you gonna hold him off with?

The guitar?

- Mr. Guitar?

- Yes, ma'am?

Still want the job?

Well, a man's gotta plant roots somewhere.

This seems like a nice, quiet place.

Friendly, too.

I like him.

I like you, mister.

Maybe you'd care to work for me.

Just what is your business, sir?

I'll find one. All you have to do

is play that guitar for me.

- I like the first offer better.

- It's better you work for me.

- Let Mr. Guitar make up his own mind.

- All of a sudden, I don't like you, mister.

Now that makes me real sad.

I always hate to lose a friend.

That's the way it goes. Lose one, find one.

Play something for me, Mr. Guitar.

Anything special?

Just put a lot of love in it.

He ain't gonna play so good,

all stretched out on that crap table.

What's eating the fancy man?

- I don't know. What's your trouble, Kid?

- I'm in no trouble, he is.

Fooling with a strange woman

can bring a man a lot of grief.

- You a strange woman?

- Only to strangers.

What's going on with you two?

Just what you see, friend.

Oh, you picked the wrong place

to come to, mister.

The lady sent for me, not you.

Heads, I'm gonna kill you, mister.

Tails, you can play her a tune.

Play me a tune.

Play something else.

Play what you was playing before.

The lady didn't like the tune.

A troublemaker.

- You want something?

- Yeah.

I wanna study you some more.

Have a drink.

- Thank you.

- Don't go.

- Have another.

- No thanks.

- Yes, thanks.

- I said no, thanks.

I'm setting 'em up,

all you gotta do is drink 'em.

Maybe... maybe he don't like

your company, Bart.

Yeah? I guess Bart's man's

fussy who he drinks with.

Your health, gentlemen.

- Have one more.

- I thank you kindly, mister, I had enough.

I'll say when's enough.

Empty it.

That one slipped.

When a man can't hold onto a glass,

he should drink like a baby, from a bottle.

Open your mouth, guitar man, I'll feed you.

Want me to stop it?

I don't think so. Not just yet.

I said open your mouth, guitar man.

Outside, please.

Bart, leave your guns.

Seems I've lost some of my charm.

All of it.

I always wanted to shoot me a guitar man.

That's a worthy ambition.

What's the matter with me? Tell me.

- What d'you see you don't like?

- Nothing.

As a matter of fact, I like you.

But not enough, huh?

Not that much.

- I remember different.

- You remember, I don't.

That's the way it goes.

If you're smart, you'll ride out of here and

keep on riding and you won't come back.

That's what I should do

but I never do what I should.

Well, it's your funeral.

Don't bury me yet.

Put him on his horse.

You made a big mistake, mister.

Bart's not a man to forget.

He'll be getting back at you.

Thanks, Vienna, for a real nice time.

Vienna?

Yes, Turkey.

You know, after what happened today,

I don't guess we'll be seeing you any more.

I'm sure gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you a lot, Turkey.

You know, you've been about my only friend.

If you're gonna stay here, you're gonna

need somebody to, sort of, look after you.

So, I'm staying with you.

If you look after me,

who's going to look after you?

You talk like I was a boy.

I'm a man.

Every man's entitled to be a boy

for a little while.

- You were cheated, Turkey.

- I'll prove to you I'm a man.

That was good shooting, Turkey,

for a boy.

Give me that gun.

You're still gun crazy, aren't you?

No. I... I thought the youngster

was trying to shoot up the place.

Frank, Eddie and Sam didn't think so.

- I acted a little hasty.

- If I hadn't stepped in front of Turkey,

you would have shot him.

- Where are your guns?

- In my saddlebag.

Suppose you leave them there.

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