The Outlaw Page #2

Hope you're satisfied now.

- You gonna turn in?

- I think I will.

I'll walk down to the hotel with you.

Good night, gents, and thanks.

Good night.

If you're not already fixed up,

you can bunk with me tonight.

No thanks, Billy.

I've got a girl. She and her aunt

just moved into town.

You got a girl?

I ain't got nothin',

except that horse.

You can't fool me. A good-looking boy

like you must have a girl somewhere.

No. I don't trust 'em.

You're pretty young

to talk like that.

Well, I've known quite a few.

And they all did you dirty, eh,

every one of them?

Yeah, every one of 'em.

That's too bad, Billy.

I guess things haven't been

so easy for you, have they?

Tell you what I'm going to do.

Since that horse means so much to you,

I'm going to make you a present of him.

That's awful nice of you.

Thanks a lot.

All right. Good night.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

Just thought I'd say good night

to the horse.

If you're all through, you might as well

put him back in his stall.

All right.

Good night, Red.

See you tomorrow.

What, no kiss?

He don't like mush.

Back in your stall, Red.

- That's my tobacco, isn't it?

- I think it is.

You don't mind if I take that,

do you?

Red, I think I'll bunk right here

tonight, if you don't object.

Say, what is this anyway?

What are you shooting at me for?

Are you crazy?

Stop it.

Cut it out, do you hear?

Can you understand English?

What's your name?

- Rio.

- What's the rest of it?

McDonald.

Where'd you come from?

What do you care?

- Where'd you live before you came here?

- Sacora.

Oh, yeah. Who was he?

My brother.

He shouldn't have taken

so much tequila.

- What became of the girl?

- She married a guy two weeks later.

Well, that's the way it is.

How'd I know he was your brother?

It was him or me.

And I didn't lay for him

in no barn neither.

- I'm sorry I was so rough with you.

- You didn't hurt me.

You sure?

- It's too bad I didn't know.

- What?

- He was your brother.

- What's that got to do with it?

Well, maybe I wouldn't have tried

so hard to get the other girl.

Oh, you wouldn't.

What's the matter?

- There's a rock under here.

- Let me fix it.

Let me go!

Hold still, lady, or you won't

have much dress left.

Let me go!

- He did not.

- I say he did.

- Did you really hear him holler?

- Sure I did.

- So did I.

- Then that ain't Billy the Kid.

Shucks, a dentist can make

anybody holler.

Look out.

Here he comes.

- Sorry to keep you waiting, Doc.

- I'm in no hurry.

- You're the Billy the Kid?

- That's what they tell me.

- See, what did I tell you?

- Wait. One at a time.

Have you really got

20 notches in your gun?

Is it true you got 13 Indian scalps

in your war bag?

Had to throw 'em away.

The moths got to them.

Tanning 'em

the best way to keep them.

- Is that a fact?

- That's what my pa told me.

- What are you doing with that?

- Trying get bark off to make a whistle.

- Have you sucked it?

- I sucked it till it near dry.

Can't you shoot

the insides out?

- Put it up on that post.

- Can't I hold it?

- Can you hold it steady?

- Sure!

Billy, you don't have to

prove anything to me.

It's all right.

Turn the end up a little.

Little more.

You hit it!

- Don't you take aim?

- I took aim.

- When?

- Before I drew.

Look, Billy, it's all right.

You fixed it fine. Thanks.

- Glad to help.

- Anything I can do, let me know.

- That's a new one on me.

- What?

Aiming before you draw.

- I've got to.

- Why?

My hand seems to be

a little quicker than my eye.

Well, ain't that too bad.

- Where'd you get the horse?

- I bought this one.

- Looks all right.

- He'll do for the time being.

Ham and eggs.

Fry the eggs on both sides.

I'll take the same.

Mine straight up.

How 'bout a cold hand

while we're waiting?

How much?

- How's that?

- Suits me.

Before you get started

I'd like to speak to you for a minute.

- Who is he?

- I don't know.

- What do you want?

- Let's go in the backroom.

Why?

You don't know me,

but we have a mutual friend.

Who?

And I don't like him

any better than you do.

Oh, Garrett, eh?

The name sounds familiar.

- Figure on staying in town tonight?

- Why?

Everybody knows that Garrett

told you to get out of town.

Sooner or later you're gonna have

a little trouble with him.

I thought I might give you a hand.

That's very kind of you, mister.

Listen. I ain't doing you

no favor.

It'll be a pleasure.

Now what I figure is when he's arguing

with you, he won't watch anyone else.

So, it'll be a cinch for me.

Be careful you don't knock me over

with the same bullet.

Don't worry.

I'll stand at an angle.

I'll do it like this.

Suppose this chair

is Garrett there.

And if you're standing about

where you are...

why, I'll be over here.

Do you mind if I draw my gun

so you can see the line of fire?

No, go right ahead.

- It's me, Billy.

- Come on in, Doc.

- What happened?

- He's a pretty smart hombre.

You know him?

He's been hanging around trying to talk

Garrett into making him a deputy.

I guess he figured if he got Billy

he'd be a hero...

he could have the deputy job,

or run for governor if he wanted it.

- Better get out of here, son.

- Why? He pulled on me first.

- Be hard to make Garrett believe that.

- We'll see.

Where's my dough?

Well, I guess I must've

picked it up.

You're foolish to stick around, son.

I think I'd be more foolish

to pull out.

Then Garrett would be sure

that was my fault.

Come on. Cut for deal.

- You meant you want to play poker.

- That's right.

You're not worried about me

if I tangle with Garrett, are you?

Fights pretty good.

I know him better than you do.

All right, if he's so good...

then you'll get your horse back,

won't you?

Say, I never thought of that.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

- Lend me a hundred.

- I never lend money in a poker game.

Spoils my luck.

But I'd be glad to have you

put up the horse for a hundred.

I guess you would.

Hello, Pat.

Care for a bite to eat, boys?

A little hand of poker?

No thanks, Doc.

Were you in there

when it happened?

No. But listen, Pat,

he pulled on Billy first.

- How do you know?

- His gun was on the floor.

That don't prove nothing.

Pat, you've got an ugly temper and

you're letting it get the best of you.

You have no right to hold Billy

for this killing, and you know it.

You're just sore at him,

that's all.

Doc, I'm gonna give you a chance

to stay out of this.

- Thanks.

- Your horse is outside. Get on him.

- Good luck to you.

- Same to you.

What are you waitin' for?

He's waiting for those chickens

of yours to hatch.

Are you gonna put up a fight?

I'll tell you one thing.

I ain't going to jail

for no killing I was pushed into.

- Thanks, Doc.

- What are you trying to do?

I still think that fella

pulled first on Billy.

Are you throwing off on me again?

Then what do you call it?

Since I figure that this is a personal

matter between you and Billy...

I don't think you ought to

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes