The Gunfighter Page #4

Synopsis: A reformed Gunfighter Jimmy Ringo is on his way to a sleepy town in the hope of a reunion with his estranged sweetheart and their young son who he has never seen. On arrival, a chance meeting with some old friends including the town's Marshal gives the repentant Jimmy some respite. But as always Jimmy's reputation has already cast its shadow, this time in the form of three vengeful cowboys hot on his trail and a local gunslinger hoping to use Jimmy to make a name for himself. With a showdown looming, the town is soon in a frenzy as news of Jimmy's arrival spreads. His movements are restricted to the saloon while a secret meeting with his son can be arranged giving him ideas of a long term reunion with his family far removed from his wild past.
Genre: Western
Director(s): Henry King
Production: Twentieth Century Fox
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
NOT RATED
Year:
1950
85 min
1,621 Views


I don't care what the other boys do.

You're coming home with me.

Jimmie Ringo's there and so is Hunt.

Somebody's gonna get shot. I want to see it.

Since when do I have to drink

second-grade whisky here, Mac?

- That's the brand you always drink, Hunt.

- This whisky has been watered.

No, it ain't, Hunt.

You know I don't water my whisky.

If I say it's watered, it's watered.

I'll prove it to you.

Give everybody a drink out of that bottle

and let's see what they say.

- There ain't a thing the matter with it.

- Did you hear what I said, or not?

I heard.

And don't forget the gentleman at the table.

I'd like to have his opinion too.

Please, let's don't have no trouble here now.

I'll ask him myself.

I want you to settle a little argument.

Why should I?

- You've a reputation for settling arguments.

- Only my own.

You could say this one included you in a way.

I say Mac waters his whisky.

Then you're kind of dumb

to be drinking here, ain't you?

- Taste this and tell me what you think.

- Don't trouble yourself.

You ain't very sociable, are you?

Maybe if you got to know me a little better.

I don't have to know you any better.

Looks to me like there's a squirt like you in

every town in the West. Get away from here.

That's kind of strong talk, ain't it, Mr Ringo?

- You're Hunt Bromley, ain't you?

- Yeah. You heard of me already?

Yeah, I heard about you. I heard

you're a cheap, no-good barroom loafer.

If I didn't have something on my mind, I'd

take those guns and slap you cross-eyed.

You're asking for trouble, Mr Ringo.

You already got it, partner.

Cos I got a gun on you under this table

and it's pointing smack at your belly.

Now, you gonna get out of here, or not?

I'm kind of disappointed in you, Mr Ringo.

We heard a lot about you, but I guess they

forgot to tell us about the gun under the table.

The older you grow, the more you learn, son.

Now turn around and head for the door.

Keep moving and don't do

anything sudden with your hands.

- I'll be seeing you, Mr Ringo.

- All the way outside, sonny.

What on earth?

We need three horses quick, Mr Barlow.

Can you let us have them?

I don't see any reason why not.

Marty, saddle up Prince, Fanny and Dan

for these men right away.

- You got some guns too?

- I guess I have, but what are you fellas up to?

- How far is it to Cayenne?

- It's about an hour's ride.

If you start now,

you could make it by ten o'clock easy.

But ain't you gonna tell me what's going on?

We're after Jimmie Ringo.

Jimmie Ringo?

I was the only fella in town

that didn't see him.

- What's the matter?

- Ma won't let me see Jimmie Ringo.

You bet I won't. You're going straight up

to your room until that man's left this town.

- I don't want to go to my room.

- I don't care what you want to do.

Please, Mom.

Now you stay in there. And don't let me hear

another word out of you about it.

Did you ever hear of anything so terrible?

It's like the town's gone crazy.

- He's here just to see you.

- Have you talked to him?

I just left him. Why don't you see him,

if only for a few minutes?

Molly, what good would it do?

- It's all over now, you know that.

- Not for him. He's still crazy about you.

He was crazy about me before, but that didn't

stop him from being the person he was.

He scares me, Molly. He really does.

He might have scared you then but not now.

He's different.

How different?

The way Bucky was different that last year.

You know, not wild any more. Just sorry.

And what good did it do Bucky?

None, I guess. But I liked it.

If only he'd have stayed away.

Is it somebody else, Peggy?

Of course not. You know it's not.

Not Mark?

Mark?

- Why do ask that?

- Is it?

I've never even thought of Mark like that.

Of course not.

- You think he never thought of you like that?

- I doubt it.

Mark's just...

Well, Mark's just Mark. He's Jim's friend.

You must be out of your mind.

Then it's still Jim, isn't it?

I guess so.

I guess it always will be.

How would you like to see

Ringo and Wyatt Earp square off?

I wouldn't want to be

in the same town when that happened.

I still say he's yellow. I gave him the chance

to show how good he was, didn't I?

You reckon he didn't have

a gun under the table after all?

I heard that. But both his hands were out of

sight, he could have been holding anything.

It took lots of nerve, though, to bluff like that.

- What would you have done? Looked?

- I wouldn't even have been there.

He was the one that ducked out

of a showdown not me.

- You ain't going back?

- I ain't leaving town, if that's what you mean.

Marshal wants to see you.

Didn't you get the message?

Yeah, I got it. I'll see him.

When I get the time.

He says now.

Looks like everybody's

drawing behind your back.

All the smart ones.

Come on down the marshal's office.

I'll be right behind you.

Just you wait until Mrs Pennyfeather

hears about this situation.

There he is. Charlie's got him!

Aw, shucks! That's just Hunt Bromley.

Ringo wouldn't spit on Hunt Bromley.

Come on.

What do you want with me?

Sit down. Didn't you get my message?

I'm here, ain't I?

How come you tried

to pick a fight with Ringo?

You don't have to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

I wish I had $100 for every blabbermouth

I've heard say that.

He's yellow. I learned that much anyway.

All right, then, Buffalo Bill. I see it ain't no use

to warn you, so I'm gonna tell you.

Either I lock you up in a cell until he's gone,

or you get out of town for the rest of day.

- Which is it gonna be?

- Me get out of town? What about him?

When you're the marshal you can do

the deciding, meanwhile let me handle it.

Now, what do you like? The cell or the road?

Looks like you're being

careful about that killer.

I just don't want any great, big, terrible men

like you scaring him to death.

- How long you known Ringo?

- You want to be locked up?

- No.

- Then get going. South.

I don't want to see you back around here

before sundown. Understand?

You didn't say how long you knew Ringo.

If you ain't out of town in five minutes,

I'll have to take them guns away from you.

- Don't ever try that, Mark.

- I won't try it, I'll do it.

I got my mind made up now.

I'm gonna keep peace here today if I have

to lock up every gunny in town to do it.

Where's your badge?

Put it on. This is official. I want you to take

this scatter-gun and sit in the Palace with it.

If Hunt or any other troublemaker comes,

let him have it.

What's Ringo gonna think,

me with a shotgun?

Tell him I sent you.

How long have you known Ringo, Mark?

I'm gonna keep Hunt company

for a mile or so.

- I'll be back in a few minutes.

- Yes, sir.

Mr Ringo, I...

I'm Charlie Norris, Mr Ringo.

Mark Strett's deputy.

- Mark wants me to sit shotgun at the door.

- With what?

I didn't bring it in with me because

I didn't want you to get the wrong idea.

- Who is he?

- He's the deputy, like he says.

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William Bowers

William Bowers (January 17, 1916 in Las Cruces – March 27, 1987 in Woodland Hills, California) was a reporter in Long Beach, California and Life magazine reporter before becoming a screenwriter. He specialized in writing comedy westerns, and also turned out several thrillers. more…

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