The Quick Gun Page #2

Synopsis: Returning home after a two year absence Clint, known for his fast gun, is caught by Spangler's gang where he learns they are heading for the same town where they plan to rob the bank. He escapes and although he is not welcome, he warns the few townsmen not away on cattle drives. Two years ago he had to kill two of the Morrisons. When the remaining two Morrisons come after him he kills them and just before the Spangler gang attacks and his gun will be needed, he is jailed.
Genre: Western
Director(s): Sidney Salkow
Production: Sony Pictures Entertainment
 
IMDB:
5.7
APPROVED
Year:
1964
87 min
74 Views


Now go on about your business.

Keely.

As soon as I get the other council

men, we're going to have a meeting.

About what? Be here.

You've been a very naughty girl.

I'm sorry.

Nonetheless, I'm going to have

to punish you.

I want you to take this home

and write it 50 times.

50 times! 50 times. And bring it

back to me in the morning.

Yes, Miss Reed. Very well.

Clint!

You look fine, Helen.

Nobody ever thought

we'd ever see you again.

L- l-It's like seeing a ghost.

Came close to being one

several times.

Come on, don't you want

to be the first one to say

you're glad I'm back?

I AM glad, Clint.

It makes it worth some of the

thinking I've been doing about you,

the past two years. Yeah.

What did you think, Clint?

That I might change my mind about us?

Kind of a hope I had with me.

What kind of a hope could I have?

You're still wearing that gun,

you haven't stopped killing.

I've had time

to think about that, too.

I think I could leave the law

in Scotty's hands now.

Helen, the past can be forgotten.

There's still a lot of future

for us, if we want it.

You have no right

to expect anything of me, Clint.

What did you think? That this

schoolhouse could be my whole life?

When you left,

you left me nothing to love.

I needed something.

Now it's too late.

No, it isn't too late.

Now, you listen to me.

My father's ranch sits on good land,

we can turn that into one of the

best cow outfits in this country.

Something we'd be proud of,

something we'd be proud

to hand on to our children.

Why didn't you think of that

two years ago?

Now, listen to me

and let this end it.

One week from Sunday,

Scotty and I are being married.

It's kind of funny.

I always kind of thought

the difference between Scotty's job

and mine was a badge.

I guess I was wrong.

If it had to happen...

...I'm glad it's Scotty.

He deserves someone like you.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

BOYS LAUGH:

Are you trying to ride

the flesh off that horse,

or did you forget he belongs to me?

If I ever forgot,

you'd remind me.

That's right.

I'll also remind you

that you're only living

by the grace of God

and Tom Morrison.

Anything to say to that?

Yes, I'm glad I'm only your nephew,

and not one of your sons.

You talk about my boys

like that again

and I'll run you

right off this ranch.

You'll get nothing from me,

do you hear? Nothing.

You've been taking out on me

since Clint Cooper left.

You can stop now he's back.

Where?

In town, just rode in.

Get our guns.

You going for him now,

in broad daylight?

Two years I've waited, two years.

Get our guns.

I promise you, there will be

a grave for Clint Cooper, too.

There's two of us.

You make him draw first,

do you understand that?

I want him dead, legal.

Like an execution.

Mrs Swanson.

Been a long time, Mike.

Clint, please,

I got to ask you to leave.

It wouldn't be good business for me.

Whisky.

Leave it.

Welcome back, Cooper.

Mr Morrison, please.

You think your gun's fast enough

for the two of us?

I have had to answer that

question many times.

This will be the last time.

Is that what you thought when you

sent your sons gunning for me?

You stood in my way.

You tried to steal our land,

Morrison.

Why are we talking so much?

You gonna draw, Cooper?

Awfully anxious to have me

draw first.

That's so Mike can tell the sheriff

we killed you legal.

Are you ready to take your chances?

I didn't come looking for you.

Now leave me alone.

Cooper, you're yellow.

Now draw.

Sorry.

Can't oblige you.

Not today, anyway.

Are you weaselling

out of it, Cooper?

That's the only kind of trouble

I can afford, Morrison.

That's enough!

If you started this...

No, no, Scotty,

I've got to be honest.

The kid was just having a peaceful

drink when they started all this.

And I'm not finished.

Damn fool. We got other trouble.

That's your trouble.

Cooper's mine.

Keely and Mitch are over

at my office right now

for a meeting I called.

Are you going to be there or not?

I'm going to that meeting right now,

Am I gonna tell that council

you're staying on

and helping us, or not?

You think of any reason

why I should?

No, I can't.

Then that's what you tell them.

All right, good luck.

Get started without me.

You're a mess, Clint.

I got to admit the Morrisons

didn't look much better.

I was going to drop by

to see you, Dan, but...

...I guess I just needed

a drink first.

I know, Clint. Scotty told me

that you saw Helen.

I got some cold water

and liniment at the hotel,

or don't you even want to

stay long enough to make repairs?

Take a look.

He's dead.

Rock-headed idiot got himself killed.

That looks like Dex.

Well?

It looks like they both was in no

condition to come back and warn us.

That gun-slinging snake.

Spang, he's got a big headstart

on that money.

That he has. That he has.

Now, in that case,

we're just going to have to figure

if the law don't catch him, we will.

Come on around here.

I reckon this liniment won't

do much good

for the kind of hurt

you think you have.

There's nothing holding me here.

When you left Shelby,

you spit on the town.

All of us didn't spit back.

In my business you can't have

any friends, I found that out today.

So you'd rather just ride out of here

and keep on using those guns for

something that can't ever matter?

I didn't want it that way, Dan.

See you.

Clint.

Is that what you'll be

saying tomorrow

when you're wondering what

Spangler did to this town?

Spangler will want more than money,

I can tell you that.

I'm sure you all remember what

he did to Big Ben,

Iron Bill and Frank.

When he wanted women, he took them.

After his men got liquored up

they burned the towns to the ground.

And that is what

he has in mind for Shelby.

What can we do?

We'll never be able to get

our ranch hands back from the drive.

They're too far away.

Why are we taking Cooper's

word for it?

He and Spangler rode together,

this could be a trick.

Are you out of your head? Am I?

You got some kind of guarantee

Cooper won't be a paid killer

behind our backs,

while Spangler hits us

from the front?

I said I'd stay here

and help fight Spangler.

If I wanted to kill you, Morrison,

you'd be dead already.

Back off, Morrison.

We're wasting a lot of time

we haven't got.

Spangler might be 20 miles

from this town right now.

How do we vote? Mitchell?

Well, Scotty, you're the law.

If you think we should stay,

it's your decision.

We need help, that's all I know.

You know how I vote.

There's four against you, Morrison.

You know Spangler best,

you got any ideas?

The town is fairly well protected

from both sides by the hills.

Why don't we build a barricade

on each end of the street.

Keely, you spread the word without

getting the women hysterical.

Mitchell,

tell the Reverend to put the women

and children up in the church.

Make sure there's water,

food and plenty of blankets.

Morrison, you got extra guns

at your place, bring them in.

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Robert E. Kent

Robert E. Kent (August 31, 1911 in Canal Zone, Panama – December 11, 1984 in Los Angeles, California) was an American film writer and film producer. Kent began as a rapid screenwriter for Sam Katzman at Columbia. For seven years he worked as a writer and story editor at Columbia. Then he became a producer for Edward Small. He used the pseudonym James B. Gordon for some of his work, He later formed his own production company, and Admiral Productions together with Audie Murphy. Robert E. Kent died in 1984. more…

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