Johnny Guitar Page #3

I'll tell you when to use them.

You're the boss.

You haven't changed at all, Johnny.

What made you think I had?

In five years, a person

should learn something.

Five years ago, I met you in a saloon.

Now I find you in one.

- I don't see much change.

- Except I own this one.

Come here for a minute.

Do you know what this is?

Looks like a lot of towns I've been in.

This town will be here next year.

You can own part of it.

Share and share alike

with Frank, Tom, Eddie and Sam.

- Why me?

- Maybe I'll need a gunfighter.

Albuquerque's lousy with gunfighters.

But I sent for Johnny Logan.

I don't use that name any more.

So you changed your name and thought

that would change everything.

- You hired me to do a job.

- Is that all you came here for,

- to do a job?

- No.

No, I wanted to see you again.

Heard you had a little luck.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

I was being polite.

I'm not ashamed of how I got what I have.

The important thing is, I've got it.

- That's the way most people look at it.

- Except you?

- What right have you to judge?

- I once loved you.

A man takes a pride

in something he really cares for.

- He hates to see it trampled.

- A man can lie, steal and even kill,

but as long as he hangs on to his pride,

he's still a man.

All a woman has to do

is slip once and she's a tramp.

Must be a great comfort to you to be a man.

It was more of a comfort to think

that you were waiting for me.

Did you honestly believe,

after five years, I'd be waiting for you?

Well, I had a long ride up here from

Albuquerque. I had to think of something.

But it was nice to know

that we'd be together again.

Well, that's very generous of you, Mr. Logan.

- Is that a proposal?

- A man's gotta stop somewhere.

This seems as good a spot as any.

That's just about the most touching speech

a woman ever listened to.

I'm overwhelmed.

Maybe it's rushing it a little but...

that's the general idea, isn't it?

No, Mr. Logan. That isn't my idea at all.

- Suppose you tell me.

- Oh, it's a sad story.

I listen good to sad stories.

Five years ago, I loved a man.

He wasn't good, he wasn't bad

but... I loved him.

I wanted to marry him, to work with him.

To build something for the future.

They should have lived happily ever after.

They didn't. They broke up. He couldn't

see himself being tied down to a home.

Looks like she was smart, getting rid of him.

She was smart, all right.

She learned not to love anybody again.

Five years is a long time. There must

have been quite a few men in between.

Enough.

What do you suppose would happen

if he was to come back?

When a fire burns itself out,

all you have left is ashes.

I'll do that.

Thank you.

Why us? Why every time, us?

Try and figure out who held up the stage.

There's a hundred gangs hiding in Mexico.

They hit and run and we get the blame.

We got more than the blame this time.

McIvers says we got 24 hours to get.

In case any of you just remember.

Our silver mine's all played out.

It wasn't much to begin with.

We might as well pull out.

- What d'you say, Corey?

- The Kid'll tell us what to do.

- I asked you your opinion, Mr. Corey.

- I told you...

The Kid'll do the telling, Mr. Lonergan.

Seems like he has other things on his mind.

- Meaning what?

- Vienna.

You're still soft on her.

That's what's keeping us all here.

- You wanna go, go.

- Can't stay without a fight.

McIvers don't make small talk.

- It seems you lost your taste for fighting.

- Depends on what I'm fighting for.

Sit down. And no woman's worth it.

You really think so, uh?

I've known plenty. They're all the same.

No good.

- You and Emma would make a fine couple.

- Yeah.

What d'you mean?

Bart, you don't drink, you don't smoke.

You're mean to horses. What do you like?

Me. I like me.

And I'm taking good care o' me.

Maybe you're right, Bart.

This dust and sand is bad for Corey's lungs.

Here.

How'd you like to come home

with me, Corey?

- Where's your home?

- New York.

New York? I've been there.

Stinks of fish.

And where you come from

don't stink... much.

Let's decide. We've gotta go some place.

- I know of a place...

- I just decided.

We're going to California.

- The horses won't last.

- We'll buy fresh horses on the way.

Did I hear you say buy?

That's right. Only idiots steal horses.

With what are we gonna buy

these fresh horses?

With gold, Mr. Lonergan. With gold.

We haven't any gold.

We hardly got enough silver

to plug up the holes in Bart's teeth.

We stay around here,

we'll wind up hanging.

I hate to be run out

for something we didn't do.

So let's do something.

Something they can hang us for.

Mm, that's only justice, ain't it?

Sounds like justice to me.

Having fun, Mr. Logan?

I couldn't sleep.

That stuff help any?

It makes the night go faster.

What's keeping you awake?

Dreams.

Bad dreams.

Yeah, I get 'em sometimes, too.

Here, this'll chase 'em away.

I tried that. Didn't seem to help me any.

How many men have you forgotten?

As many women as you've remembered.

Don't go away.

I haven't moved.

Tell me something nice.

Sure. What d'you want to hear?

Lie to me.

Tell me all these years

you've waited. Tell me.

All these years I've waited.

Tell me you'd have died

if I hadn't come back.

I would have died if you hadn't come back.

Tell me you still love me like I love you.

I still love you like you love me.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Stop feeling so sorry for yourself.

You think you had it rough.

I didn't find this place, I had to build it.

- How do you think I was able to do that?

- I don't wanna know.

But I want you to know.

For every board, plank

and beam in this place...

I heard enough.

No, you're going to listen.

I told you. I don't wanna know any more.

You can't shut me up, Johnny.

Not any more.

Once I would have crawled

at your feet to be near you.

I searched for you in every man I met.

Look, Vienna, you just said

you had a bad dream.

We both had, but it's all over.

- Not for me.

- It's just like it was five years ago.

Nothing's happened in between.

- Oh, I wish...

- Not a thing.

You've got nothing to tell me

cos it's not real.

Only you and me. That's real.

We're having a drink at the bar

in the Aurora Hotel.

The band is playing, we're getting married.

And after the wedding, we're going away.

So laugh and be happy.

It's your wedding day.

I have waited for you, Johnny.

Oh, what took you so long?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Well, what are we waiting for?

- Where are we going?

- To town.

Like the man said -

all a fella needs is a cup of coffee

and a good smoke.

Up-ho.

- Bank's closed, Vienna.

- Why? It's no holiday.

There all down at the cemetery

for Mr. Small's funeral.

That still doesn't make it a holiday.

It's ten o'clock Saturday morning

and I want my money.

- Wait here.

- Mm-hm.

I guess we can accommodate you, Vienna.

Thank you, Ned.

Why are you closing your account?

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