Rio Bravo Page #7

Why don't you give him his own guns?

- I forgot all about them.

- Your memory is no better than mine.

They been locked up over a year

except when you...

took them out

to clean them and oil them.

Where'd you get these?

Bought them off the fellow

you sold them to.

I didn't...

I don't know how to...

Let's take a turn around the town.

Get Stumpy his coffee.

Ain't you gonna tell me

to get back in there?

No, stay out here and get shot.

I might do that just for spite.

Might get a laugh out of you.

What I put up with for $30 a month.

- Feels good.

- Come on.

By the way, am I drawing pay?

Same as before.

In that case take out

what you gave for these guns.

No hurry.

If you're feeling so generous,

I could use an advance.

Buy a new pair of pants, new shirt.

Something without all these holes in it.

No need of that.

When you lit out,

you left some things behind.

I got them at the hotel.

You been keeping them all this time?

Been waiting till they fit you again.

You could use a bath and a shave too.

I don't know about the shave.

I'm liable to cut my own throat.

- Chance?

- Yeah?

They'll fit.

Thanks.

There you are.

Thank you.

How about you, John T.?

Shall I work on you?

I do my own shaving.

I thought you did.

I was just reminding you.

Sure buy a lot of drinks with that.

You sure could.

I'll let you keep it for me.

Feathers, thanks for the shave.

Might call on you again.

Anytime, because I'll be here.

Oh, I didn't tell you, John T.,

Carlos is giving me a job.

Good for Carlos. Shall we take Stumpy

his coffee and things?

You in a hurry, John T.?

I'd like to talk to you.

- I'll wait for you.

- Thanks, Dude.

- I just wanted to ask you...

- What's this about a job?

Carlos says he's not sleeping very well.

Says I can help out downstairs.

Tending bar?

Among other things.

You...

- You think I shouldn't?

- Why ask me?

The way you said "tending bar."

- All right, I won't do it.

- I didn't say not to.

But you don't like the idea.

Why should it be up to me?

Why should I care?

I don't know why you get mad

when I ask you.

- I'm not mad.

- You're not?

- You'd make anybody mad.

- I suppose I would.

Well, as long as you haven't anything

against it, I'll take the job.

Well, go ahead.

Thanks, I will.

What were you gonna ask me?

- Never mind. You're in too bad a humor.

- What were you going to ask?

Whether you were gonna sleep

in the hotel tonight.

Get one thing straight. There'll be no more

chair-sitting outside this door.

Oh, I know. I've given that up.

Anyway, I have a better idea.

Tonight you sleep in my room.

Anyone looking

wouldn't look there first.

You'd have more time

if anything did happen.

Besides, I have a rocking chair,

it's more comfortable.

Just an idea. You can think about it.

When you're in a little better humor.

Chance! Seor Chance!

The shot came from the jail.

Chance, look out!

Don't go in there.

That idiot just took a shot at me.

Stumpy! You all right?

Sure I am, but there's a feller out there

with a black hat that ain't.

And I'm that fellow.

Coming in.

Look what he did to my hat.

Stumpy, that was Dude you shot at.

Dude? I didn't know.

Didn't look like Dude.

- Fool almost blowed my head off.

- How'd I know it was you?

You get yourself dolled up

like Astor's pet horse...

and then stick your nose in that door

and don't say nothing.

Look at this hat.

If you hadn't ducked,

that's what your head would look like.

I never would have fired

if I knew it was you.

Okay, I know.

Just stop talking, will you?

The shot didn't bother me.

I've been shot at before.

You could have hollered.

Just because you get cleaned up

don't mean you can't talk.

It's my fault. I should have yelled.

I shouldn't have taken a bath.

Just stop talking. Just let it be.

You been going around for years

like something the cat dragged in...

- ...and now you expect...

- Shut up!

I told you, Stumpy, I've had it.

Don't let me tell you again.

You're getting a little touchy, aren't you?

I've been listening to

that old fool talk until I...

All right, I'm wrong.

That old fool is talking

because he nearly killed you.

He's the one that's scared.

We've been pampering you too much.

You better get some sleep.

You know, he acts like I done it

on purpose. And I didn't.

You see that door there?

That look like I done it on purpose?

It's gonna get cold here at night.

And I'm gonna leave it get cold.

Because I ain't gonna fix that door.

It wasn't my fault.

Were it?

I know.

I'll fix the door.

Hi, sheriff.

Well, how do you like your new job?

They've been keeping me pretty busy.

You through for the day?

Going to bed?

I thought I would.

- Can I make you some coffee?

- No, thanks.

- Anything to eat?

- Nope.

How about a drink?

I'll take a drink.

Carlos says this is for special guests.

Tired, aren't you, John T.?

I can fix you a nice hot bath.

All I want is that drink.

Then this is all I can do for you?

I thought you said I could think about it.

You're right. I did.

Put it on the tab.

And in case you make up your mind,

I left my door open.

Get a good night's sleep.

You're not helping me any.

- Good morning, Dude.

- Good morning.

Have a good night?

All right, I guess.

- Eat anything?

- Well, I...

This morning?

Stumpy fixed something.

I asked you a question.

You didn't answer it.

All right, I'll answer you.

I didn't sleep good...

didn't eat anything.

I had a beer and it didn't do any good.

Think you can stand your watch?

When I can't do that I'll let you know.

- That's enough.

- Yeah.

Where's his hat?

Get out there.

We'll be along as soon as we get him tied.

Stumpy, did Dude have a bad night?

Oh, he's suffering thunderation, Chance.

His mind's just beginning to work again,

and he sees what he done to himself.

Well, ain't pretty.

He's gotta sweat it out.

And don't let him cry

on your shoulder either.

He ain't done it yet.

Why are you so goddarned ornery?

Always picking on Dude.

- You got any tobacco?

- No, I give the last there was to Dude.

He used it up fast.

You gotta get some for yourself.

But what I'm asking you

is why are you picking on Dude?

All right, be nice to him

and he'll fall apart in small pieces.

Maybe you're right.

You know him better than I do.

I guess some folks is built that way.

But that wouldn't work with me.

You could at least have a kind word

for me now and then.

Considering what I have to do around here.

The sweeping, and the cooking, and

the nursemaiding that killer back there.

Not even a "thank you" do I get.

Maybe you're right, Stumpy.

You're a treasure.

Well...

- I don't know what I'd do without you.

- Yeah, well...

Go back to being yourself.

Leastwise I'm used to that.

He's coming down the street now.

Good morning, sheriff.

Colorado.

I been hearing a lot of talk.

Thought you might be interested.

About what?

Mostly about you telling Burdette

what would happen to Joe...

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