Silver River Page #8

They've been

waiting for hours.

Maybe you'd better

see them now.

Oh, let 'em wait.

Well...

i never did like

things that came easy.

This time, it looks they're

gonna give us a run for the money.

I know.

But we'll give 'em

as good as we get.

Better.

I'm glad you said

"we", Mike.

You don't think I've

forgotten you, do you?

Georgia, I'd be no good

without you anymore.

Are we going

to beat them?

You bet we will.

I've already forced some of

their mines to close down.

And before

I'm through,

I'll close every mine

in this territory.

You said this was

between you and chevigee.

But when you start talking

about closing the mines,

I- I just

don't understand.

Mr. Mccomb, a reply

from thompson in san francisco.

Read it.

Urgently need $300,000

cash.

We can thank McComb

for all this.

Yes, and them a livin' in

that fancy house of theirs yet.

Well, boys, how do you like it

since McComb shut down the mines?

Talking ain't gonna open

'em up again, sweeney.

If I was in your shoes,

I'd go and have

a talk with McComb.

Well, you ain't

in our shoes.

We haven't even got 15

cents to buy a drink with.

You stick with me and I'll buy

you all the drinks you want.

Where'd you get all

the pay dirt, sweeney?

I got the right

kind of friends.

And I don't mean him!

I'll vote for him if he

can open up the mines again.

Why don't you

get smart?

Beck used to work for McComb.

He probably still does.

Now, take these

to my office,

and pick me up

around 8:
00.

Yes, sir.

Whoa, boy.

Plato! Plato Beck!

Hello, Georgia.

We've missed you.

Well, I haven't been far

from the sound of Mike's name.

They're talking about

him all over the state.

I hope you haven't

been listening

to the wrong side

in your campaigning.

Georgia,

I've got to listen.

That's my business

from now on.

Listening for

the truth.

Why don't you

come out to the house?

I know Mike would

love to see you.

I've been meaning

to call. Only...

that's all

been forgotten.

Good! I'd love to talk to Mike.

You see, he's part

of my campaign.

Oh?

What have I been

telling you?

What do you think Beck's doing

in that buggy with mrs. Mccomb?

Come on.

Get wise to yourselves.

Take a look at this.

The silver queen herself.

Let's have three cheers for

Beck and the silver queen.

The former

mrs. Moore!

Shut up,

you idiot!

What's the matter,

Beck?

You know

all about it.

Everybody knows about it except

stanley Moore, and he's dead.

King david killed him.

King david McComb!

Get out of my way.

Ha ha ha ha!

The prodigal returns.

Plato.

I'm glad to see you.

I knew you'd come back sooner or later,

you old reprobate. Here,

let me have your hat.

Georgia, let's get him a drink.

No, thanks.

Remember when

i told you once, Mike,

a man should have roots?

Well...

mine are here.

Yes, but...

the town's not

the same, Plato.

Towns should never

stay the same, Mike.

They should change,

get better.

This one can,

with your help.

Same old Beck.

Except, uh, I never

heard you preach sober.

I'm not preaching,

Mike.

I'm running for senator.

Senator?

Well, well.

Senator Beck, eh?

Well, what's your

platform gonna be?

The decline and fall of

the roman empire or what?

No. The decline and fall

of the silver empire.

As a matter of fact, Mike,

I've been talking about you.

Have you?

Thanks for the boost.

I'm not sure you'll

like what I'm saying.

I'm not so sure either.

You've gone over to the

western combine, haven't you?

No.

You've got it

all wrong, Mike.

It's the people.

The people against the

western combine, too.

Funny thing about voters.

They don't like to be

caught in a private war.

Yours or anybody else's.

Aw, you make

me sick.

Senator Beck, huh?

Georgia, I seem to remember

dragging the senator

out of a gutter once.

Or was it

a bar room floor?

Buying him his whiskey,

putting a clean shirt on his

back when he didn't even have one.

And now he's come to

pass judgment on us.

Look, Beck, you go back

and tell your voters this.

I made silver city

and I can break it.

Sooner or later, you

and all the rest of them

will come crying to me

like a pack of dogs.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Eh, you're always sorry.

I'm sorry for you

this time.

I'm going to win

this fight.

And when I do,

I'll wipe you

and the western combine

off the map.

This country

has a chance to grow,

and I'm going to see

that it gets that chance.

Beck, you're still a

sanctimonious old hypocrite.

Good-bye, Georgia.

If you need me,

you'll find me in town.

I'll see you

to the door.

Georgia.

What's the matter

with you?

Plato said he was

sorry for you.

I'm sorry

for both of us.

That needs

a little clearing up.

Like most of

Plato's parables,

it doesn't seem

to make much sense.

He was right, Mike.

In town, the people are desperate.

It's like

a graveyard.

Then I hope

they rest in peace.

That's their funeral.

You can't mean that.

But I do mean it.

I've got to mean it.

Even if you

don't like it.

You almost sound as if-as

if you want me to quit

in the middle

of a fight.

I don't want you

to fight me.

But Georgia,

you're my wife.

Yes.

But I think

you've forgotten.

I'm a fighter, too.

You don't even understand

what I'm trying to say, do you?

I think I do.

It seems to me that-

the babblings

of a reformed drunk

have turned even you

against me.

That drunk was

your friend once.

Friend?

I expect nothing

from friends.

But I did think I could count

on the loyalty of my wife.

I was reminded,

you took another man's.

Ah.

Now we're getting to it.

Beck told you.

I didn't hear it

from Beck.

Banjo sweeney

was in town.

Sweeney.

I never wanted to blame

you for stanley's death.

I wanted to believe you did

everything you could to stop him.

I knew what

people were saying.

But I loved you, so I believed in you.

Now you don't.

Is that it?

I thought

you changed, Mike,

but you haven't.

Change?

Why should I change?

I never pretended to be anything

different than what I am.

And you always knew

what I was after.

But I didn't know how

you intended getting it.

Mike, call off

this fight. Please.

Let's start again.

Call it off. I'll never

call it off, Georgia. Never.

Then I can't

stay and watch it.

I'm leaving you.

You seen

banjo sweeney?

No, I ain't.

Where's sweeney?

He's not here.

He's gone to

san francisco.

Liar.

I tried to tell you

there's a run on the bank.

We're through.

What are you

talking about?

Get carson city.

Tell them to send us a couple

of hundred thousand dollars.

There isn't any bank

at carson city.

It didn't open today,

mr. Mccomb.

Then get leadville.

It's closed, too.

Get outta here. Get out

or I'll blow you out.

Put up that gun,

pistol.

Shaeffer, pay off

all those people.

But mr. Mccomb, I'm not sure

we have enough money to...

if you do,

you're bankrupt!

Pay them off.

Give them

everything we got.

Quiet down.

You'll get your money.

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