The Shootist Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 100 min
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What's that?
They call that laudanum,
a solution of opium
and alcohol.
Opium, that can
get to be a habit.
Why, absolutely,
an addiction.
How does it taste?
Just... just awful,
terrible,
but it's the most potent
painkiller we've got.
How much of it
do I take?
Well, as much as you need
when you need it.
I think a spoonful
would be all right
to start with.
Later?
I don't know,
but I... I
think one morning
you're just going
to wake up and say,
"Here I am in this bed,
and here I'm going to stay. "
Hostetler,
I want to know.
Well, unless you insist,
I'd rather not talk
about it.
Well, I want to know.
All right.
There'll be an increase
in the severity
of the pain
in your lower spine,
your hips, your groin.
You...
Do you... Do you
want me to go on?
The pain will
become unbearable.
Uh, no drug
will moderate it.
If you're lucky,
you'll lose consciousness,
and until then,
you'll scream.
L- I... I'm sorry.
L... I didn't mean
to be specific like this.
The next time,
I'll go to Mrs. Rogers.
You... You...
You just telephone.
You just telephone.
There... There's
one more thing I'd say.
Both of us have had
a lot to do with death.
I'm not a brave man,
but you must be.
Ah.
Now-now-now,
this is not advice.
It's not
even a suggestion.
It's just something
for you to reflect on
while your mind's
still clear.
What?
I would not die a death
like I just described.
No?
Not if I
had your courage.
Oh.
Thanks.
Come in, Mrs. Rogers.
Oh, Mr. Books, I...
I'm beginning
to know your knock.
I was reading
about old Queen Vic.
Well, maybe she
outlived her time.
Maybe she was
a museum piece,
but she never
lost her dignity
nor sold her guns.
She hung on to her pride
and went out in style.
That's the kind of
an old gal I'd like to meet.
Mrs. Rogers,
are you afraid of me?
Well, to be frank, yes.
Why?
All these guns and
the kind of man you are.
Maybe you're afraid
of too many things.
Sometimes widows are,
but I'm sure there's plenty
of starch in your corset.
Mr. Books, I came here
to see what you can eat,
if you can have
what I'm serving.
No, you didn't.
I wish you'd stop
contradicting me.
I wish you'd say
what you mean.
Very well.
I apologize for
the unchristian things
I've said and done.
I'm sorry, and I'll do
whatever I can for you.
Well, thank you. I...
All my life,
I've been too proud
to take help
from anyone.
Guess I'll
have to learn.
Would you, uh...
sit down for a moment?
Please do.
What's that?
Laudanum.
Doc Hostetler's remedy.
That's habit-forming,
isn't it?
Mrs. Rogers, would
you go for a drive
in the country
with me tomorrow?
Oh, I... I couldn't,
but thank you.
I wish you'd reconsider.
It would only be
for an hour or two.
No. I appreciate
the invitation, but no.
Is it that you don't want
to be alone with me?
It's not that,
I assure you.
It's just that I've only
been a widow for a year.
People would...
People!
If I have to work
on your sympathy, I will.
I want to go out
in the world again
and see trees, lakes,
hills, and the sky.
And I don't fancy
seeing it alone.
I've been full
of alone lately.
I'm sorry.
Besides, there's a threat
of snow in the air.
Since I moved in here,
we've been scratching
at each other
and apologizing.
Well, let's see
if we can't do better.
Damn it. I wish to hell
you'd ride with me.
I apologize
for my language.
I'll go with you.
Good.
Tomorrow at 10:
00?Will you get, please,
Mr. Gillom Rogers
to trot down
to the stable
and get us the best horse
and buggy they have?
I will.
I'm much obliged, ma'am.
Good evening.
Deuce is the dead card.
8 is your winner,
and the lovely queen,
the loser.
Hellfire!
That makes seven
turnovers in a row.
Pulford,J.B. Books
over at Mrs. Rogers.
That was
yesterday's news.
But I just heard
he's dying.
Dying?
Friend of mine got it
from Marshal Thibido.
That's hard news.
That's a man
I could have taken.
Ha!
My ass.
You have two ways
of leaving this
establishment, my friend...
Immediately or dead.
Gentlemen, place your bets.
Place your bets,
gentlemen.
Look out!
43...
44...
45...
46...
47... 48.
Clean through
the heart!
Hey, Pulford!
Over 80 feet!
- Hooray!
- Hooray!
Oh, mighty handsome,
ma'am.
Moses had to dust
this buggy off.
He says he don't
rent it too often.
Doesn't.
Except just
for funerals.
Well, thank you, Gillom.
I appreciate this.
I want that wood chopped
by the time we get back.
Oh, Ma, I was
going to go on...
Yes, ma'am.
Hyah.
That is beauty.
It is a little chilly
up here.
Would you like
the top raised?
No, thank you.
You all right?
I will be in a minute.
Can I help you?
I've had plenty
of practice.
Why don't you
get married again?
What?
That's none
of your affair.
I haven't time
to be polite, Mrs. Rogers.
Well, for one thing,
I haven't been asked.
For another,
I loved my husband
and still do.
How did he die?
Stroke, they think.
They found him slumped
at his desk.
He was lucky.
He was 41.
Did he have time
to, uh...
Did he leave you
any security?
I have the property
and the house,
which he built
with a bank loan,
and Gillom.
And he worries you.
Yeah, he certainly does,
particularly when he
and needing excitement.
Well, I wouldn't
be too hard on him.
Every young man
feels the need
to let the badger loose
now and again.
I try to reason
with him. I can't.
I can only
mother him.
That's not
what he wants.
Like I said,
that you can change.
Don't you have enough
worries of your own?
A few, but in general,
I've had a hell
of a good time.
Tell me, um...
what does the J.B.
Stand for?
John Bernard.
And yours?
Bond.
That's a crackerjack
of a name for a woman.
How do you do, Bond?
How do you do,
John Bernard?
Shall we?
Hyah!
Good morning,
Mrs. Rogers!
Mr. Sweeney.
Mike Sweeney?
John Bernard Books,
now, I'm flattered
that you remembered me.
You live around here now?
My spread's in
the foothills to the west.
Well, you look just like
I remember the Sweeneys...
mean and ugly.
Well, I heard
that you were in town
for a very short time.
That's true.
Drop by.
We'll talk about old times.
The good old times.
Ha ha ha!
You can bring
your fancy pillow,
and your landlady
is welcome, too.
Now, my problem is
that she never
accepts my invitation,
and to you two,
I say good-bye.
I'm surprised
at the company you keep.
That man is no friend.
Quite the reverse.
How do you know him?
I don't.
I had some dealings
with his
brother Albert once.
What happened?
Oh.
That's what worries me,
John Bernard...
the thought
of your victims.
What worried me
was survival.
Bond, I don't believe
I ever killed a man
that didn't deserve it.
Surely, only the Lord
can judge that.
Mr. Books!
Mr. Books?
Sir?
Are you hurt?
No.
But they are.
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