The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean Page #7

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I reckon that's what I've become, Judge...

a common drunk.

Shame on you for admitting it.

Life's dealt me

one bad hand after another, Judge...

since you went away.

What kind of talk is that

for a man of strong moral fiber?

I've slowly come unraveled, Judge.

Stand up, Bart Jackson, on your hind legs.

Yes, sir, Judge.

Yes, sir, Judge.

- Unbutton your ears.

- Yes, sir, Judge.

I want you to find Nick The Grub...

Fermel Parlee,

and Whorehouse Lucky Jim...

wherever they are.

Yes, sir, Judge.

- And meet me.

- Meet you?

At moonrise.

Meet you at moonrise? Where?

The Bear's monument. Where else?

Yes, sir, Judge.

Where else?

Here we go.

Who's there?

Judge Roy Bean and four marshals.

It ain't neither.

Who do you think you're fooling?

He's back, Tector. Open up.

Hello, Tector.

- And you are my daughter.

- She is.

What's your name?

Rose. After the song.

You take after your mother.

Sometimes she takes after you.

How old are you?

Twenty.

God Almighty.

- I've been gone that long?

- Yes.

No wonder I feel like a stranger.

Where you been, Judge?

- Down the pike.

- Down the pike?

Whiskey, Tector. Cactus whiskey.

You ain't spoke yet.

Maybe you got nothing to say.

I wouldn't blame you

if you never spoke to me at all.

I ain't been no kind of a father.

You're always here, Pa.

You and Ma, and the Watch Bear...

and Miss Lillie.

It'll be a little while, I reckon.

Care to play a few hands?

Come on over here

and sit where your ma used to sit.

I open for a. 38.

Call.

I'll call the. 38...

and raise you two. 45s.

- Not today.

- Yeah. I'm out, too.

I'll call.

- I'll call.

- I call.

- Call.

- Call.

I'll take three.

They're coming,

them brown-shirted bastards.

Four abreast.

I got a pat hand.

So do I.

Open in the name of the law.

You're being evicted on orders

from Mayor Gass.

Open up in the name of the law.

Take cover, men!

Pull that car over there

and shine the lights.

Vacate those premises immediately

or face the consequences.

We've stood for this long enough.

Raze that place.

We must be done with Beanism!

That eyesore.

That dreadful, barbarous shack.

Three. 45s.

I'll call you and raise you, three. 45s.

- I'll fold.

- Yeah.

I call.

Thought I was bluffing, didn't you?

Queen-high straight.

I got a queen-high flush.

Tector Crites, Rose Bean...

come out or we'll burn you out.

Come on, let's burn them out!

Who are you?

Justice, you sons of b*tches.

For Texas and Miss Lillie!

Fires raged and died.

Wells dried up.

A wind blew the ashes away,

and sand covered the scars.

The desert reclaimed its own.

- Can I be of any assistance, Miss Langtry?

- How did you know my name, good man?

Why, everyone around here

knows what you look like, Miss Langtry.

Everyone?

We've been waiting for you

near to 30 years.

- We?

- Tector and me.

We're the only ones left, ma'am.

Come on, there's a lot to see.

The reason I walk this way, ma'am,

both my toes next to the big ones...

shot off by the original Bad Bob.

Mind the cactus.

This here is Tector Crites, ma'am.

He's the curator

for the Judge Roy Bean Museum.

How do you do, Mr. Crites?

This here is the Jersey Lily.

It was named after...

- you, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Just like the town.

Genuine hanging rope. Notice the noose.

Frayed around the edges.

It was the Judge's favorite.

Well, I seem to be everywhere.

The Judge always said

it was a shrine to you, ma'am.

The Judge.

Whatever happened

to that funny old judge?

He hasn't written to me in years.

Judge cashed in his chips, ma'am.

He passed away.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I say.

Is that a bullet hole through my heart?

Yes, it is, ma'am.

- They was wild men in those days.

- Who did it?

Snake River Rufus Krile did that, I believe.

- What became of him?

- Judge shot him.

Dead. Dead, dead.

Then he fined him for some other crimes.

- Later we hanged him.

- Most appropriate.

The Judge must have been

quite a character.

He was, ma'am. That he was.

His boots will be forever empty.

Get Rose's picture.

Judge's daughter got married last spring,

to an army aviator.

He's an ace in the war against the Kaiser.

His plane ran out of fuel.

He landed in the street out here.

- That's how they met.

- Charming.

- Is this the Judge's pistol?

- Yes, ma'am.

Do you suppose I might buy it?

Judge wouldn't hear of that.

He would want you to have it...

as a souvenir.

There's something else

he would want you to have.

I found it on the bar there.

Right after the fire.

It's addressed to you.

In his own hand.

My dearest Lillie:

I take pen in hand

to write to you for this very last time.

I wish to tell you

that although I've never seen you...

or heard the sound of your voice...

I have carried you with me

in my heart always.

Your presence on this earth

has given me strength and dignity...

becoming to a gentleman.

Helped me to drive away the cold

on a long and lonely night.

I wish to say lastly...

it has been an honor to adore you.

God willing, sometime in this life

or afterwards...

I may yet stand in your light

and declare myself.

Forever and ever,

your ardent admirer and champion...

Judge Roy Bean.

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