Shane Page #6

- You're taking on too much.|- If I have to kill him.

That's wrong. Don't even think that.

Starrett's got to go.

I've warned him twice, but he's|pig-headed. He'll have to pay for it.

Joe, you can't do it!

If the Lewises have the courage|to start over, I won't let them down.

But you can't go in town|to kill Ryker. He'll kill you.

Tell him I'm a reasonable man,|things have gone far enough.

Tell him I'm beat, anything,|but, by Jupiter, get him here!

He'll come.|He thinks he's a reasonable man.

Hello, Calloway.

- He'll kill you.|- It's a chance I gotta take.

This is a false square knot, Joey,|it won't hold.

Shane! Tell him he can't go.|Tell him it won't work. Tell him!

Shane!

Wait, Joe, till things cool off.|Wait that long, anyway.

That's right, isn't it, Shane?

I can't tell Joe what's right, Marian.

Please wait, Joe.

Won't you do even this for me?

Starrett?

Mr Starrett!

- Who is it?|- Peace party, from Ryker.

One of you can come across and talk.

- Stay out of that garden.|- We ain't armed.

Brother Rufe wants to see you.

He says to tell you|he's a reasonable man.

He's responsible for Torrey's killing.

My brother wouldn't kill anybody.|He don't wanna go to jail.

Torrey was a hot-head,|he picked on a stranger.

Torrey didn't wanna be reasonable.|You wanna be reasonable, don't you?

I always figured on being reasonable.

My brother's waiting.|He'll see you at Grafton's.

Who else?

Not us. We're heading home.

I'll see your brother.

Shane!

Shane.

- Who is it?|- Calloway. Chris Calloway.

- Stay where you are. I can drill you.|- Hold it, I got something to tell you.

- What do you want?|- Starrett's up against a stacked deck.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

- Why are you telling me?|- I reckon something's come over me.

- I don't figure.|- I'm quitting Ryker.

- So long.|- Chris...

Thanks.

Be seeing you.

No use to argue, Marian.|I'm going into this with my eyes open.

No!

Isn't there anything I can say|to change things?

Maybe this is a chance.

Morgan and them boys went home...

You don't really believe that,|that's not the reason.

It's just too much for me to give up,|this place and our valley...

- All the things that will be.|- Will be!

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Joey, don't point that thing!|Go play outside.

Play outside, Joey!

Please, dear. Go outside and play.

It's just pride, that's all,|a silly kind of a pride.

Don't I mean anything to you, Joe?|Doesn't Joey?

Marian...

Honey, it's because you mean|so much to me that I've got to go.

Could I go on living with you,|and you thinking I'd showed yellow?

And what about Joey?|How would I explain that to him?

Oh, Joe...

Joe!

I've been thinking a lot, and...

...I know I'm kinda slow sometimes,|but I see things...

And I know if anything happened to me|that you'd be took care of.

You'd be took care of,|better than I could do it myself.

I never thought I'd live|to hear myself say that, but...

I guess now's a pretty good time|to lay things bare.

You talk as though|I'd be glad for you to go.

Honey, you're the most honest|and the finest girl that ever lived.

I couldn't do what I gotta do if I hadn't|always known I could trust you.

Now, don't you go counting me out!

I wouldn't have lived this long|if I wasn't pretty tough.

Pa! Shane's got his gun on.|He's coming!

Gun?

- What's the idea?|- Don't let him go. Don't anybody go!

- This is my kind of game.|- But it ain't yours.

Maybe you're a match for Ryker, maybe|not, but you're no match for Wilson.

Then, I'll outlast him.|But I do appreciate it, Shane.

You're both out of your senses.|This isn't worth a life.

Are you fighting for this shack,|this ground and nothing but work?

I'm sick of it, I'm sick of trouble.|Let's move, let's go on, please!

Marian, don't say that!|You love this place more than me.

- Not any more.|- Even if it's true, it changes nothing.

There must be some way, Shane?|Some way?

- It's no use, Joe.|- No use? What's stopping me?

- I am.|- Get out of my way.

- Am I gonna have to fight you, too?|- That depends on you.

Stop!

Stop!

Shane! You hit him with your gun!|I hate you!

- Walk him around when he comes to.|- Joey, bring water and a towel.

Here, Marian. Hide this.

He'll be all right.

No one can blame him|for not keeping that date.

Shane... Wait!

- You were through with gunfighting.|- I changed my mind.

Are you doing this just for me?

For you, Marian...

...and Joe and little Joe.

Then we'll never see you again?

Never's a long time, Marian.

Tell him...|Tell him I was sorry.

No need to tell him that.

Please, Shane...

Mother...

Please...

Take care of yourself.

Mother! Pa's coming along all right.

Yes, Joey.

- Why did Shane...?|- Shane did what he had to do.

- You don't hate Shane.|- I know, Mother.

Shane...!

I'm sorry!

He didn't hear you.

Shane!

Shane! I'm sorry!

I came to get your offer, Ryker.

I'm not dealing with you.|Where's Starrett?

- You're dealing with me, Ryker.|- I got no quarrel with you, Shane.

You can walk out now|and no hard feeling.

- What's your offer, Ryker?|- To you, not a thing.

- That's too bad.|- Too bad.

You've lived too long.|Your kind of days are over.

- My days? And yours, gunfighter?|- The difference is I know it.

So we'll turn in our six-guns|to the bartender,

and we'll all start hoeing spuds,|is that it?

Not quite yet.

We haven't heard from your friend here.

I wouldn't push too far if I were you.

Our fight ain't with you.

- It ain't with me, Wilson?|- No, it ain't, Shane.

I wouldn't pull on Wilson, Shane.

Will, you're a witness to this.

So you're Jack Wilson.

What's that mean to you, Shane?

I've heard about you.

What have you heard, Shane?

I've heard that you're|a low-down, Yankee liar.

Prove it!

Shane, look out!

Shane!

I knew you could, Shane.|I knew it just as well as anything.

Was that him? Was that Wilson?

That was him.|That was Wilson, all right.

He was fast, fast on the draw.

Joey, what are you doing here?

- I'm sorry, Shane.|- You don't have to be.

- You'd better run back.|- Can't I ride home behind you?

I'm afraid not, Joey.

Please! Why not?

I gotta be going on.

Why, Shane?

A man has to be what he is, Joey.|Can't break the mould.

- I tried it and it didn't work for me.|- We want you, Shane.

Joey, there's no living with a killing.|There's no going back from one.

Right or wrong, it's a brand.|A brand sticks.

There's no going back.

Now you run on home to your mother,|and tell her...

...tell her everything's all right and|there aren't any more guns in the valley.

Shane...

It's bloody! You're hurt!

I'm all right, Joey.

Go home to your mother and father|and grow up to be strong and straight.

And, Joey...

Take care of them, both of them.

Yes, Shane.

He'd never have shot you|if you'd seen him!

Bye, little Joe.

He'd never even have cleared|the holster, would he, Shane?

Pa's got things for you to do!|And Mother wants you!

I know she does!

Shane!

Shane!

Come back!

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