Last Train from Gun Hill Page #4

I have to dress the part.

You ain't going back to work.

You don't leave me till I say.

- You'll do nothing until this is over.

- All right, but just until this is over.

What's this about you talking to Morgan?

Do you know him?

Yes. I met him on the train.

Linda, Morgan was my closest friend.

Now, I don't wanna see him killed.

But he's come for Rick.

No man's taking my son from me.

The only way he'll get out of here alive

is if I get Rick back.

Linda, you go up there and you...

you talk to him. Maybe he'll listen to you.

Tell him I don't wanna kill him. He ain't

got a chance. He's just being stubborn.

You need me now, don't you?

Linda, you do this for me now, will you?

Please.

I never thought I'd live

to hear you use that word, Craig.

- 204, please.

- You can't go up there, miss.

- You know who I am?

- Yes, ma'am.

Do you wanna explain it to Mr Belden?

Thank you.

It's me, Marshal, Linda.

- Don't shoot.

- What do you want?

We're neighbours. I live across the hall.

Linda, honey,

give me a cigarette, will you?

Well, it looks like you've been

having yourself a time, Marshal.

Hold it. Keep away from that window.

You wanna get shot?

They can tell between you and me.

Tell Pa I'm tired of waiting.

Maybe Mr Morgan's tired of waiting, too.

No, he's just tired of living.

You better get going.

Marshal.

You can get out of this if you want to.

You just have to turn that kid loose.

Yeah, I know.

There's a drainpipe at the back.

You could shinny down it.

No, thanks.

Well...

I didn't really have to change.

It was kind of a bet.

I don't know. Seemed like a funny,

wild thing to do at the time.

Listen, Linda...

...I need help.

- You sure do.

- I know it's a big thing, but...

Don't listen, Linda!

Don't listen to nothing he says!

What is it you want, Marshal?

- I need a shotgun.

- A shotgun?

- A pistol's not enough for this.

- But I can't...

Please. If you want to help me,

that's what I need.

I can't. I'm too selfish

to stick my neck out.

I'm not like you.

I don't wanna die for law and order.

- I'm sorry, I really am.

- It's all right. I understand.

Linda, don't you go mixing in this!

Oh, shut up!

Oh, Miss Linda, did Rick say anything?

He asked for a cigarette.

I didn't give him one.

All right, you changed your dress.

Now prove you were with Morgan.

We watched out the window,

didn't see nothing.

You keep the money.

It wasn't a decent thing to bet on anyway.

What's the matter?

Oh, that poor fool up there in that hotel

room with his high-flown ideals,

a whole town standing around

waiting to see him get killed.

Not one of them'll put out

a helping hand to him.

- Including me.

- Why would you go against Belden?

You talk as though he's some sort

of god. He isn't. He's a man.

Just like that one up in that room.

Here. I've got the man that can prove

whether she was there. Here he is.

- You seen Rick? You was in the room?

- Yes.

- You notice anything new about him?

- He has a scar right here.

She was up there.

Hey! Does Morgan still think

he can take me?

He'd better not try.

Is he the man who was with Rick

at the killing?

Yeah.

Lee.

Let me buy you a drink.

Some whiskey for the...

...gentleman, Steve.

Lee...

...tell me what happened.

Far as we could see,

she was just an Indian squaw.

How did we know it was Morgan's wife?

Morgan ain't gonna take me back.

He ain't even gonna take Rick back.

- You're gonna stop him?

- It could be done, lady, it could be done.

If he won't come out and fight like a man,

there are ways to make him come out.

I could do it.

How about buying me another drink?

You can have mine.

You all right, Linda?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Matt?

Matt!

I'm coming up.

Jake. Henry.

Drop your gun, Craig.

- How can we settle this?

- The law's gotta settle it, not us.

I saved your life once. You owe me that.

You owe me one life.

I remember you saved my life.

But he took a life.

- He killed a woman! For the fun of it!

- Taking him won't bring your wife back.

My wife or somebody else's,

makes no difference.

I took an oath. The oath says

bring him in, that's what I'll do.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to beg?

All right, Matt, I'll beg. He's all I got.

Matt, maybe it was my fault.

It ain't easy to raise a boy

without a mother.

Yeah, I know, Craig.

What about Petey? You ain't getting out

of this alive. Now, you know that.

He'll be an orphan.

You thought about that?

You've already got me dead.

How did I die?

The only way I could die today is for

you to kill me, and that's your problem.

He's crazy. He don't care what happens

to him. Stop the talking and get me out.

Now, you just shut up.

I've tried to reason with you, Matt.

You just won't listen.

What happens from now on

is your doing, Matt.

I ought to kill you for that.

Why don't you? Why don't you kill me?

You saved my life. I've paid you back.

But from here on in,

they're all free shots.

Get out of here, Craig.

- Get me out of here, Pa.

- Take it easy. I'll get you out.

Steve, have you got another tablet?

My head's killing me.

Yeah, sure.

Here they are.

Hey, Morgan. You still figuring

to make the nine o'clock train?

Have to make your move pretty soon.

What time you got now?

How you gonna get me to the station?

Carry this bed?

Your father told you to shut up.

That was good advice.

You ain't gonna make it, Morgan.

Your son Petey's gonna be an orphan.

How'd I know she was your wife?

It ain't my fault you married a squaw!

It don't take no guts to kill a man

when he's cuffed.

It takes guts not to.

Be too easy on you.

You'd die too quick.

I know an old man who'd like to kill you,

Belden. The Indian way. Slow.

And that's how I'm going to do it.

Slow. But the white man's way.

First you'll stand trial.

That takes a fair amount of time,

and you'll do a lot of sweating.

Then they'll sentence you.

I've never seen a man who wasn't sick

when he heard the sentence you'll draw.

After that, you'll sit in a cell and wait.

Maybe for months, thinking how

that rope'll feel around your neck.

Then they'll come around

some cold morning, just before sun-up.

They'll tie your arms behind you. You'll

start blubbering, kicking, yelling for help.

But it won't do you any good.

They'll drag you out to that platform,

fix that rope around your neck

and leave you out there all alone

with a big black hood over your eyes.

You know the last sound you hear?

A thump when they kick the catch

and down you go.

You'll hit the end of that rope like a sack

of potatoes, all dead weight.

It'll be white hot around your neck.

Your Adam's apple'll turn to mush.

You'll fight for breath,

but you haven't got any.

Your brain'll begin to boil. You'll scream

and holler, but nobody'll hear you.

You'll hear it...

...but nobody else.

Finally, you're just swinging there,

all alone and dead.

What are you doing back here?

It's loaded. It's just a sawed-off, but it's

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