Rio Bravo Page #11

Joe out, or you wanna do that yourself?

Bring him out.

I think I'll take along a rifle,

some extra shells.

Yeah.

I told you I'd get out of here.

Open your mouth again

and we'll carry you out.

See you, Stumpy.

See you.

That's far enough, Joe.

Through the barn.

Just sit down over there

on those grain sacks.

You want a closer look?

This is close enough.

Take that window. Watch Joe.

Burdette!

Burdette!

Nathan Burdette!

We're ready. Joe's here.

We're ready too.

Start Dude.

I'll start Joe.

Go ahead.

All right, Joe.

You can start walking very slow.

And stop if I say stop...

or I'll stop you.

Bring him out.

Go ahead.

Slow.

Look out!

You want me to go help Dude?

He'll take Joe all right.

He's got a strange way of doing it.

He'll take him.

You're right. He did.

Hey, Chance, I got Joe.

He can't walk, but I can drag him.

Stay right where you are.

We'll throw you a gun.

I'll do it. I'm closer.

Wait till we start shooting, Dude,

then make a grab for it.

Let's make a little noise, Colorado.

That ought to start something.

It will.

On your left!

Two of them made it to that shack.

If they get across that creek, we'll be

in bad shape. They'll get behind us.

I don't know how

we're gonna stop them from here.

Is that who I think it is?

Old Stumpy.

The fellow I left behind.

Hey, Seor Chance.

Don't shoot, it's me.

Carlos, what are you doing here?

I bring you some more shells.

You might need them, seor.

Who'll turn up next?

Maybe the girl with another flowerpot.

Chance, Stumpy's sitting in a bad place.

That wagon's got dynamite in it.

I go tell him, seor.

You stay here. I'll go get him.

Give me those shells.

Stumpy, get out of there.

No. Come on, I got a front seat.

It's a good one.

You got a good seat, all right.

That's wagon's full of dynamite.

Jumping Jehoshaphat.

Why don't nobody never tell me nothing?

Get away from that wagon

or you won't be around to hear anything.

Stumpy, hurry up! What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

Taking a siesta?

I brung us some dynamite.

That's a good idea.

Let's get farther away from that wagon.

Can you shoot

as good as you say you can?

- Can you throw?

- Near as far as you can shoot.

We'll find out. Get that box open.

Dude!

Over here.

Get ready.

Let her go!

That was a good one.

Oh, stop cackling.

Get one a little farther out there.

There you go again!

What would you do

if I wasn't throwing them for you?

I'd throw them myself.

Yeah, I guess you would at that.

You ready?

Let her go.

Hey, Dude, how do you like them apples?

Hey, that's all right.

Throw one for me.

Go ahead, but throw it harder this time.

There you go again.

You never can satisfy you.

Throw it!

Here you are, Dude.

Took you two.

I didn't allow for the wind.

Can't you throw them any farther?

I can if you wanna blow

the whole place down.

That's the general idea. Throw it!

Don't shoot. We've had enough.

That got them.

That took the fight out of them.

Look at them quit!

Sure is quiet out there.

Did you find anything?

There isn't a Burdette man left in town

outside of those who got locked up.

Rest of them all cleared out.

We won't have any trouble.

- You're welcome.

- Thank you.

What do you wanna do about them?

Want to take them to Presidio

or wait for the marshal?

- We'll wait for the marshal.

- Wait for the marshal?

I'm glad you agree, since you have

to cook for them and watch them.

That ain't the way I said it.

I said, "Wait for the marshal?"

And that's a question.

I'm fed up feeding them.

I ain't gonna watch them neither.

I've been sitting back there so long

in the dark that I feel...

like a gopher or a burrowing owl

or something.

When I went outside,

couldn't hardly see in the daylight.

I'll watch them for you

if you wanna go out.

- Would you?

- Sure.

I guess it's dark enough I can go outside,

it wouldn't hurt my eyes none.

I don't think it would.

Maybe get myself slicked up a smidge and

have a drink, it wouldn't hurt me neither.

I don't think it would.

Well, should I go?

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

- You ain't gonna give me an argument?

- No.

Don't care whether I go or not.

- Chance.

- Yeah?

Have you seen that girl yet?

I said, have you seen that girl yet?

No, I...

The job.

Didn't have time.

Well, the Fort Worth stage is in.

They run at night.

Should be leaving soon.

- You mean she's going on it?

- I don't know.

I don't think you do either.

But if it was me, I'd find out.

I wouldn't walk around wondering about it.

She might be leaving and she might not.

She might need help making up her mind.

But you're the expert.

Me, I don't know anything about women.

Next thing you'll be telling me

you don't remember one.

Well, a man forgets.

Sometimes...

Sometimes it isn't easy.

Something happens, he just forgets.

In case you're interested, I have.

I don't even want a drink.

It's about time.

I was getting awful tired

of taking care of you.

If you wanna jump in,

I'll take care of you.

What is this now?

You're gonna take care of him.

- Tell me about it.

- sheriff's got himself a girl.

Shut up.

We ain't gonna go through that again?

You gonna do the same thing Dude done?

- Keep still.

- Why don't somebody tell me these things?

- Where you going? Where you going?

- Let him go, Stumpy.

No fooling,

has the sheriff got himself a girl?

I think so, but he doesn't know it yet.

- She got him on the run?

- She sure has.

I can just see him.

Laying down the law to her.

"I told you to get back in there!"

And then getting told off hisself.

Seor Chance.

Everything is all right?

- I am so happy.

- Thank you, Consuela.

You look for the girl?

She's in there.

"No got time."

Hi, John T.

Just a second while I get my shoe tied.

There.

Well, it's all over, isn't it, John T.?

Where'd you get those things?

I wore them the last place I worked.

Well, why are you wearing them now?

Tonight's a big night.

Consuela thought

a little entertainment might help.

I'm gonna do a song.

You need a rig like that to sing?

You haven't heard me sing.

My legs aren't so bad.

Consuela thought these tights might help.

But you don't like them.

- I didn't say that.

- You don't want me to wear them.

I didn't say that either.

- Is it because they show so much of me?

- They certainly do that.

You're a stubborn, stubborn man, John T.

Sometimes I know what you're thinking.

And other times...

You just can't make up

your mind about me, can you?

You like what you see.

You like kissing me.

You like what you touch.

But you decided in the beginning

what kind of a girl I was.

And I haven't helped much.

I wore these before I met you.

I wanted you to know it.

To know what kind of a girl

you were getting.

I wanted you to get that funny look

on your face and tell me not to wear them.

But it didn't work.

You didn't even get mad.

I told you once

you wouldn't have to say anything.

That I'd know, but I don't know.

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