The Good Guys and the Bad Guys Page #2

- You can't be serious, Jim Boy.

You mean

you'd turn this town upside-down

and create a panic over some wild bandits

or some bank robbers

on the word of a lunatic

hiding up in the hills?

He's not a lunatic,

and he's not hiding in the hills!

- He just don't take to city life.

- No, we can't risk it, Jim.

Not with an election coming up.

Now, if you told me that you had

seen McKay with your own eyes,

I would consider a plan of action.

But this is just... This is just hearsay.

You can't run a town on hearsay.

We'd be the laughingstock of the state

if this turned out to be a wild goose chase.

Jim, go home.

Forget about posses

and holdups and the like.

- Time marches on.

- Well, I'm still marshal of this town.

And as long as I am,

I aim to do my job the best way I can.

I'm forming a posse.

I'd like your cooperation, but if needs be...

Jim Boy. Jim, wait a minute.

Now, Saturday is two days away.

Now, all I'm asking for is a couple of hours

to analyze the situation.

Now, that's fair enough, isn't it?

- Well...

- You're a reasonable man, Jim Boy.

Howard, I'd like...

Howard.

I want you to walk me to the office.

I have something

I want to discuss with you.

James Flagg.

You are late for supper!

You know what time we sit down.

I mean, I don't run a restaurant here.

I haven't got time to eat anyway, Mary.

- Hi, Jim.

- Hello, Billy.

Marshal Flagg, Billy, you know that.

Boy, you should've seen

all the ruckus in town today.

A whole bunch of ladies

were piled aboard the train

and the mayor was there and everything.

- Yeah, I saw it.

- Where are they going?

- Who?

- The ladies.

- Another town, I guess.

- Why?

Billy!

- Ma!

- And don't call me "Ma."

Did they wanna go?

I don't suppose

it occurred to anybody to ask them, Billy.

They weren't bad, were they?

I mean, if they'd been bad, you'd have

run them out of town, wouldn't you?

Yeah, Billy.

If they'd been bad, I'd have run them out.

Then if they weren't bad

and they didn't wanna go,

how come they went?

Well...

Billy, someday you'll learn

that people don't always agree

on what's good and what's bad.

Now, about those ladies,

they were just practicing

the oldest profession on earth.

I thought being marshal

was the oldest profession.

- No, that's just second oldest.

- Well, then what's first?

You got yourself into this,

you get yourself out.

Well, Billy, you see, the...

The Lord made men and he made women.

And he...

Well, he didn't make them quite the same.

Gee, I know that.

- But why'd...

- Billy, that's enough questions.

Now, why don't you just run along?

Grownups don't tell kids nothing.

- Ma! Howard Boyle's here.

- Billy.

Come on in, Howard.

- Evening, Mary.

- Evening.

- Marshal.

- Howard.

The mayor wants to talk to you, Jim.

- Already?

- Yeah.

He decided to cooperate, huh?

I think you ought to come down

and see him yourself.

- You tell His Honor I'm on my way.

- Okay.

And, Howard, start rounding up a posse.

- I'd like to be on the flats by sunup.

- Right.

What's this about a posse?

Nothing to worry about, Mary.

Not now, anyway.

Jim.

- Be careful, will you?

- I'll be back.

Maybe then I'll take you to dinner.

Jim! Jim Boy, come on!

Come on!

Come on, Jim, this is for you.

Come on, this is it for you, Jim Boy.

Folks, this is a great day for our town.

Today we're gonna

pay our respects to a man

who has devoted 20 years of his life

to make this a safe

and decent place to live in.

You know, when Marshal James Flagg

came to our fair city,

it was untamed, lawless, frontier town.

But with honesty,

resolution and dedication,

regardless of personal danger,

James Flagg has tamed this town

and made it the prospering community

we all enjoy today!

And so it's come time for us

to pay the debt

we all owe to this courageous man

and to show our appreciation

for a job well done.

Jim Boy, in appreciation

for long and outstanding service,

we present you with this gift.

Well, open it, Jim Boy, open it.

Read the card, Jim, read the card.

"To James Flagg, Marshal emeritus."

Yes, that's the sentiment

we're gonna inscribe on it later.

I didn't have time today.

And, folks, with the watch

goes a full pension for life!

Carefree days of whittling and fishing.

And each year henceforth,

this day shall be known as Flagg Day!

Now we all know

that it's gonna be mighty difficult

to fill Marshal Flagg's boots,

but there is a man among us

who's gonna give it a first-rate try.

Howard Boyle has youth! He has integrity.

He's bold, ambitious and he's honest.

And he will give us the kind

of law enforcement that we all need.

I give you Howard Boyle.

"It's a... It's a great honor to..."

Louder, louder.

"It's a great honor

"to be chosen marshal of this fine city.

"I shall endeavor to carry out the duties

"and responsibilities of my new office

"in the fine tradition of my predecessor.

"With the..."

- Aid.

- "...aid and support

"of our great mayor and all of you,

"I feel confident of the continued growth

"and prosperity of our great city."

Thank you.

Howard, thank you.

And now, by way of celebrating,

the town treasury,

with a little persuading from me,

has decided to foot the bill at Polly's.

Drinks on the house.

A lawman's lost when he has no star

And when you're licked

people know you are

They give him a watch and with that gem

In a minute flat he's just a bust

'Cause he's just like one of them

It's tough to hear

that you're all washed up

But he drinks the dregs of that bitter cup

He says, "You fool, keep cool, keep cool"

Then a door that's monogrammed

with his name is fiercely slammed

And then he thinks

"Well, I'll be damned"

Marshal Flagg

Marshal Flagg

Beneath his shirt his shoulders sag

Where to go, he doesn't know

No future for Marshal Flagg

No future for Marshal Flagg

No, thank you.

I still don't figure what you're gonna do.

You can't take them all on.

You aiming to get McKay first?

Don't know why you're even bothering.

Let McKay pull it off.

Teach that rotten town a lesson.

It's not the town's fault, Grundy.

They thought they were honoring me.

Honor!

Hell, they don't even know

the meaning of the word.

Why, probably not more than a dozen

even recollect

what a hellhole that place was

before you pinned on your badge.

Well, it's too late to

do anything about it now. It's done.

I got McKay to think about.

- I'll get my gun.

- Oh no, you're not coming.

- Why not?

- It's not your job.

Well, it ain't yours no more either,

damn it!

- They fired you!

- Thanks for the hospitality, Grundy.

You got a nice warm place in there.

You ought to try it sometime.

You go getting killed,

don't come running back here.

Damn fool.

Damn fool!

Beats me.

- It's open.

- When the hell are we gonna move?

- Cards.

- Two.

Waco knows what he's doing.

- Found out about the shipment, didn't he?

- Besides, today's Friday.

The money don't come in till tomorrow,

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