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Johnny Guitar Page #6
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They know about this mine.
When the fire burns down,
they'll come looking.
of another place.
I have. But the Kid's there.
Oh, that's why you brought us here.
You and the Kid under the same roof?
How long do you think you'd both be alive?
- Which one are you worried about?
- What's your guess?
I only know what I saw.
He didn't act like any stranger.
- I never said he was.
- Or even like a friend.
- He was more.
- Now tell me it was all one-sided.
No.
No, it wasn't. But I never lied to him.
He knew there was someone else.
even if you hadn't come back.
How do I make sure?
If you're not sure by now,
telling won't help.
Better wait. They may double back this way.
That's Turkey's horse.
It's Vienna and Johnny Guitar!
Tell him to put his hands high.
- Where's the Kid?
- In the cabin with Bart.
Bart ain't gonna be happy to see you, mister.
We're gonna die here, that's for sure.
They'll find a way in.
We'll have a chance to shoot our way out.
Yeah. Some chance.
If you don't like it here,
you can take your cut and get.
Oh, no. I'm sticking right with you.
When I get it, you're gonna get yours, too.
Keep talking, you're gonna
get yours a lot sooner.
Drop it.
- How'd you get in?
- Corey let us by.
What d'you bring him for?
There was a lynching last night.
He saved my life.
- Who'd they hang?
- Turkey.
Turkey?
They hung Turkey.
We could have gone back for him.
Sure, and we'd all be hanging now.
- You're wishin' it'd been me, uh?
- You read me like a book.
Will you stop it? You'll both get a chance
to hang soon enough.
Dry clothes in there.
Turkey's.
Vienna's a good shot. She'll come in handy
when the shooting starts.
- What good is he?
- I'm not looking for trouble, Mr. Lonergan.
Bart's the name. All my friends call me Bart.
- Thank you, Mr. Lonergan.
- Cut it out.
We got enough trouble outside.
Ain't it time you relieved Corey?
- Yeah, it's time.
- What are you waiting for?
I wanna thank you for helping Vienna.
- I didn't do it for you.
- I didn't think you did.
- Mind if I thank you anyway?
- No, not at all.
- You got dry clothes that I could put on?
- In here.
- What are you so happy about?
- Why d'you let the stranger in?
I couldn't risk a shot.
There's posse all around.
Besides, if Vienna brought him along,
he must be all right.
- He ain't all right with me.
- Who is?
Take it up with the Kid.
Doors are made to knock on.
I'm knocking.
That's for Johnny boy, huh?
What if it is?
I don't like it.
Why don't you tell him?
I will.
What are you gonna tell me, Kid?
Well, look at Mr. Guitar.
All dressed up and looking
mighty dangerous.
What did you wanna tell me?
I'm too scared, now that you got a gun.
- You'd better lay off him, Kid.
- I wouldn't hurt him.
I wasn't thinking of you hurting him.
What, you mean he might, er,
shoot himself in the leg, trying to draw?
No.
But if I were you, I wouldn't fool around
with Johnny Logan.
- Are you Johnny Logan?
- That's the name, friend.
Well...
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Logan.
with a left-handed draw.
- Smart fella.
- That's how I keep alive.
We have to figure a way to get out of here.
Let's try to work together just once.
Anything for a friend.
Could you spare a little breakfast?
Sure, sure. Help yourself.
You wouldn't shoot a man in the back?
In front of Vienna?
Why, she'd never forgive
such bad manners.
You'd better stick to your dancing, Kid.
You'll live longer.
No! No, Bart, don't shoot!
I wanna talk to you!
Come on in!
Through the falls. Alone.
Hold the men.
I'm going in.
I can handle Bart.
Now, I was real fond of Turkey.
He was a good boy.
Hanging.
Mm, that's a mean way to go.
You couldn't have saved him,
huh, Mr. Logan?
- I had to make a choice.
- Yeah.
How'd Turkey take it? Hard?
You ever know anyone
to take a hanging easy?
How did it feel with that rope
round your neck, Vienna?
Try it sometime.
What was you thinking?
- I don't know.
- You must have been thinking something.
- She don't wanna talk about it.
- I'm asking her. Do you mind?
- Got any eggs?
- Top shelf.
- Get them.
- Let him get them. He's eating 'em.
Crawling on that bridge and cutting that
rope. That was real brave, Mr. Logan.
How you gonna thank him, Vienna?
- He hasn't asked for any thanks.
- Yeah, but he expects plenty, don't you?
- Sit down, Johnny.
- Let him stand.
Look at him, Vienna.
Can't wait to shoot me.
Finger's just itching on the trigger.
Huh. Nice fella.
You've finally got someone
to do your killing for you.
That oughta make you real happy.
Sit down, Johnny.
We've both done a lot of living.
Our problem now is how to do a little more.
- Anything?
- No.
Bart. Keep away from the guitar man.
- Why?
- His name is Johnny Logan.
Just thought I'd tell you.
You told me.
- What's up?
- Plenty. The posse's found a way in.
- Relax. They're still outside.
- Gotta keep 'em there.
Listen. I just had a talk with Emma.
She don't want us.
- She wants Vienna and the guitar man.
- How about the money?
Listen. She'll settle for half
and we get out of here into open country.
- Did you tell the Kid?
- No.
- Why not? Why not?
- If you listen, I'll tell you why not.
He's stuck on Vienna. He won't turn her
over. He'll put up a fight and get us all killed.
- Now I got a better idea.
- I don't like it.
You don't like it? What don't you like?
Are you crazy?
I'm offering you a split and a chance
to get out with a whole skin.
I'm sticking with the Kid
and you're gonna, too.
You don't make sense, Corey.
I don't like the sense you make. We ought
to have a talk with the Kid right now.
Some people just won't listen.
Corey.
Kid!
That's it!
Let's go!
Ya!
Lou, I'll tell you when there's
to be any shooting!
Looks like something's gone wrong, Emma.
I'm coming up, Vienna!
I'm waiting!
Me and the boys had enough o' this killing.
So have I. It's their fight. Has been all along.
Run and tell the others
there'll be no more shooting.
Emma! No!
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