San Antonio Page #6

Antlers?

[BOTH LAUGH]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

So you can't get away from it, Jeannie.

Everything either begins in Texas

or ends up there.

That's just it.

Who wants to end up?

[GUNSHOT, GLASS SHATTERS]

Well, if that was a Texas kiss, I...

Maybe I shouldn't have broken up

those two meetings you had.

Get inside.

Tell me, Bozic.

What do you see?

L... I don't think I see nobody.

Just remember that.

And remember this:

Nothing was ever more important

in your life.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

The whole play went wrong.

There'll be guns talking all over the place

in another 24 hours.

Joey, you ride to Hondo.

Ride to Sabinal if you have to,

and get Harkness' bunch.

Rebel, you swing out to Pilgrim.

Bring in the High-Five

and the Jingle-Bob outfits.

You others fetch in your own.

I want the wild bunch in San Antonio

by tomorrow night.

The cavalry's still here, Roy.

Pretty tough mixing with that outfit.

If you'd sooner hang...

...I'll see you get the prettiest flowers

ever thrown on a corpse.

HILL:

Come on, boys.

HAWKER:

Break out of it.

On your feet. He's coming right in.

- Yeah?

- Get your boys and ride into San Antone.

Roy Stuart wants a hundred gunfighters

by sundown tomorrow.

- What for?

- Never mind what for, just get in there.

Well, Stuart's got a lot of brass,

that's all I got to say.

Okay, I'll tell him that.

No, wait a minute.

Tell him we'll come in.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

JOHNSON:
I'm sorry to have to continue

pressing these questions, Miss Starr...

...but I think you understand

the importance...

...of your testimony in this inquiry.

- I'll do anything I can to help.

- Yes, I'm sure you will.

How close were you to Clay Hardin

when he was fired on?

Quite...

Quite close.

- This was outside your dressing room.

- We were standing on the gallery.

Someone shot at Mr. Hardin

out of the dark.

It broke the window behind us...

...but no one told me

to have him stand there.

No one made any suggestion about it.

I swear they didn't, no one.

JOHNSON:

Tut, tut, tut. Nobody said they did.

That was your own bring-up entirely.

- Don't you believe me?

JOHNSON:
Yes, yes.

Did you see anyone on the patio?

No, sir.

I don't know anything else.

That's all, Miss Starr.

Thank you very much.

Uh, who is this Sacha Bozic

or Beezic or something?

Bozic, Bozic, Bozic.

B-O-Z, zic, Bozic.

- That's me, Your Highness.

- Don't call me that.

Yes, please.

Now, you don't have to give

any answers incriminating yourself...

...but where were you

when this hurrah broke loose?

I...

I... Please, I was breathing air.

- What?

- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I mean, I come outside the dump

from inside...

...because there is no air

inside the dump.

And I think maybe there is air outside,

so I am outside now.

Oh, never mind the climate.

What did you see outside the dump?

Ha, ha. I mean, the Bella Union?

I see nothings. It is so dark.

You can't see nothings.

Great catfish, man.

You just admitted you were there.

- Yes, Excellency.

- Don't call me that either.

- Yes, please.

- Go on.

All of a... All of a...

All of a click, the gun start to go shoot.

I run one way... No, I run two ways.

I try to go someplace else...

...then I come to this man

who lies down.

I make a look.

- He's dead.

- Who else did you see?

BOZIE:

A-After that...

It is after that

a lot of people comes out...

...and helps me look at the deceased.

He's still dead.

- Is that all the light you have to shed?

- Yes, please, that is all I shed.

JOHNSON:
Well, we found out

a sum total of nothing.

Thank you, Your Highness.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

We haven't heard anything to prove

that Mr. Stuart was in his office...

...as he says he was,

the time the killing took place.

I think I can dig up

a few witnesses to that.

If someone has shown a reason

why I should.

JOHNSON:

No one has.

It would be

much more to the point, Hardin...

...to produce one witness who knows

he was not where he says.

There's gotta be some connection.

Otherwise, he's innocent.

You ought to know that.

I know all that, colonel.

I'm sorry we can't get

better results here.

Especially since I have to call your

attention to our bulletin of this morning.

The military aid we've been giving here

is withdrawn.

Stopped, pulled out from under,

as of at once.

I don't like to leave

in the face of a blowup...

...but I've been ordered to go put

the quietus on an Indian whittle whang.

My cavalry will leave tonight.

You people are on your own,

and heaven help you.

In that case, colonel,

there's something I'd like to ask.

If you're pulling out,

you gotta leave a peace officer here.

The post of town marshal is vacant.

I think I'm the man to fill it.

- Why?

- I'll tell you why if you want.

I was raised by Charlie Bell, ever since

I was about 2-and-a-half feet high.

When I was a kid,

Indians were playing up bad.

He'd have to take me out

and hide me in the brush.

I wouldn't be alive except for Charlie,

and he wouldn't be dead except for me.

You give me the authority,

and I'll get you the man that killed him.

All right, I'll appoint you for 24 hours

only. By that time, a new marshal...

...can be designated in the regular way.

So that's how long you've got to get...

...the killer in a legal manner.

- I'll try to see that it's long enough.

[BAND PLAYING UPBEA MARIACHI MUSIC]

What's happened to that Starr woman?

How can you speak of her

marvelous attraction as "that woman"?

Where's her manager?

Hasn't been around since the inquiry.

Well, it's about time

you were asking me that.

He's probably shut in his room,

but I advise you to go and see.

You advise me?

Didn't you gather that Bozic

was wandering around...

...outside our dump, as he calls it...

...at the time

you were shooting up these people?

- I shot nobody.

- Yes, yes, of course not.

Stick to it, by all means.

I got no more notion of who shot

this infernal Charlie Bell than you have.

But you were having a little gun spree

in the patio, weren't you?

That's a great plenty to hang you,

you know?

Yet you just casually

let an eyewitness go kicking around...

...without the least precaution.

- Who's taking care of him?

- Nobody, Roy.

Nobody at all.

Then you don't know

whether he's still in that room or not.

No, I don't.

For all we know,

he is wandering all over the place...

...talking freely to all kinds of people.

Don't you ever take care

of anything yourself anymore?

Jeanne. Jeanne.

- Feeling better, Bozic?

- I feel... I feel terrible.

- Terrible.

JEANNE:
Oh, I'm sorry.

HENRIETTA:
He always feels terrible.

- But never like this.

If he feels like he's dying, there's

beginning to be justice around here.

You are a heartless old wrinkle.

Always the opposite.

- Come on, Jeanne.

- No, Jeanne, I must speak to you.

- We haven't time to hear...

- No, no, no, only Jeannie, please.

Go ahead, I'll be with you in a moment.

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