Rio Lobo Page #5
- G
- Year:
- 1970
- 114 min
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He wants to know
all about any stranger.
Wrap up your wrist and say you hurt
yourself and you're looking for a doctor.
The dentist's a friend of Tuscarora
and Mr Phillips. He can tell you much.
I feel a toothache coming on.
I hope you have plenty of wine, Maria.
Thanks. See they get some water.
- I'll be back in a while.
- Be careful.
- It's been a long time, Maria.
- All right, boys, come on.
Tuscarora. Come here.
You wanna see me?
You just brought some horses
into town. Are they yours?
- They're ours.
- I think some were stolen.
That's a lie.
No. Leave him alone!
Stop it!
Stop this wicked thing!
That's enough.
What's going on?
We're teaching him some manners.
He's been stealing horses.
We gotta save enough of him to hang.
Take him over to the jail.
Come on. On your feet.
- Bring the girl, too.
- Why?
Are you all right, lady?
You'd better go on home.
Go on!
You're kinda new around here,
aren't you?
- Got in this morning.
- Bum tooth.
- Doc, got a customer for you.
Oh, and, mister...
After you get that tooth fixed,
just amble on out of town.
Sounds like good advice.
- Doctor...
- Come on in, sir.
Keep an eye on that big fella.
See if he really has a bad tooth.
- So you've got a bad tooth?
- No, I haven't.
- Get in the chair.
- I told you, my tooth's all right.
- Can't we just talk?
- See that fella over there?
He's checking out
your story on your tooth.
- Open real wide.
- I can't talk with my mouth open.
I'll ask the questions,
you just nod or shake your head.
Now, that girl, Maria, the one that got
knocked around... she send you?
- Yeah.
- I thought so, the way you bolted here.
That hurts.
Most of my patients yell a lot.
Take a look out there.
He's gone.
Is that my tooth?
No. Yours are fine.
Tell me what's going on around here.
The man running things is Ketcham.
He came here right after the war.
Hendricks killed our old Sheriff and
Ketcham made him the new Sheriff.
- Look out there.
- Wish I could hear what they're saying.
Don't have to... blackmail.
If they do things
the way they've been doing,
Hendricks will send his bullyboys
out to Old Man Phillips' ranch.
They'll run off all his stock,
so he's on foot.
Then they'll tell him the way
to keep his boy from being hanged
is to sign over his ranch to them
for a quarter of what it's worth.
I know that old man.
He's stubborn as hell.
But he dearly loves that boy.
So they'll keep him there till he cracks
and signs over his land.
Ketcham's been pickin' up a lot of land.
- All of it that's any good, Mr...?
- Doesn't matter.
Well, Mr Doesn't Matter,
I hope you can do something.
- You got plenty of help?
- Well, no. I haven't.
God be with you.
I still wish you luck.
We ought to give
one more good yell.
They usually yell a lot
when I give 'em a shot of this.
That's the real stuff.
If you were a good enough actor,
I wouldn't have used it.
That'll be a dollar six bits.
- Would four bits be just as good?
- Just as good.
- Thank you, Mr Doesn't Matter.
- McNally. I'll be seeing you.
You must hide. Maria says
the Sheriff is sending some men here.
- Where can we hide in here?
- Under the bed. Hurry.
Wait a minute.
First, pour some water over my head.
- All of it?
- Yes, go ahead.
- Who is it?
- Open up.
- Just a minute.
- Hurry it up.
Just a minute.
- Anybody else in here?
- Well, you're here.
- I can't see. Who are you?
- Sheriff's office.
Nobody in here.
They're gone now.
- What are you laughing at?
- You wouldn't believe what he said.
- Those things are private.
- Do you really get away with that?
- Do you know what he said?
- What did he say?
"One more kiss before we die."
Can you imagine?
- That's stupid.
- It is not.
- Who is it?
- Me.
- What did you find out?
- Plenty.
They slapped Maria around
this morning,
put Tuscarora in jail
for stealing his own horses,
and they've gone to Old Man
Phillips' ranch to force him to give in.
- Are we gonna let 'em?
- Not if we can help it.
I'm sorry I couldn't get here before.
- There were men.
- We had visitors.
- I was asking the way to Phillips' ranch.
- I'll take you.
- Not a chance!
- She can't stay here.
You know that, don't you?
I'll take the wagon.
- Why?
- It's all I've got left.
I might not get a chance
to come back for it.
You have a lot of faith in us!
You're good,
but you're taking on a lot.
- Can you get out without being seen?
- With luck. Help me, Amelita.
I'll meet you east of town,
half a mile from the little church.
I can show you.
Is there anything else I can do?
Pray a little.
We'll be back if things work out right.
It's very much for just two men.
I hope there'll be three
when we see Mr Phillips.
- Will you show us the way?
- Yes. Follow me.
There are two of them by the gate.
I don't see the third one...
Wait a minute. See that shack
behind the house?
- That looks like cigarette smoke.
- You've got good eyes.
I see 'em.
- Think you can handle him?
- Sure. I can get in behind him.
All right.
How about you?
We can leave Shasta at the wagon
and when we get through...
How are you gonna get close enough
to them?
This comfortable old man figured
he'd shoot 'em.
How will you get into the house?
Phillips will blow your head
before he knows what side you're on.
- Did you...?
- Don't be sarcastic.
- Do you have any suggestions?
- Yes, I do.
You'll be in back.
And get yourself killed?
They killed Charlie Simms...
I want them to pay for it.
- I'm against it.
- This is your first step, isn't it?
If you fall down,
you won't get another chance.
- I will not permit it.
- He's in love with me.
- I didn't say that.
- You said you thought you were.
Are we gonna rescue an old man
or stand here and argue?
Give me two minutes
before you start and I still don't like it.
This thing between you two -
kinda sudden, isn't it?
It's not me, it's him.
Are all Mexicans as sudden as he is?
One little kiss
and the balloon goes up.
Let's get in the wagon.
He's had his two minutes.
Two minutes more and we'll know
if your idea was any good.
When the shooting starts,
don't forget to duck.
Yes, Colonel.
Let's go.
Got a visitor.
What in tarnation is that thing?
Hold it right there, miss.
- Where are you going?
- My horses need water.
- I thought I could get some here.
- It ain't safe to go that way...
Ain't that the girl
Whitey Carter went lookin' for?
- You the girl?
- Yeah, I'm the girl.
- You got any more snake oil?
- Yeah, there's plenty in the wagon.
Think I'll get some.
Where have you been?
They've been lookin' all over for you.
I don't know...
Oh, I guess I can tell you.
I don't like Whitey.
I didn't want him to find me.
Everybody's got different tastes.
You can't...
- What was that?
- Your friend getting some snake oil.
What's a girl to do when a man
keeps following her around?
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