Young Guns Page #2
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- 1988
- 107 min
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about their merchandise wagon being plundered... on
several occasions on their way into town. Quite
frankly, John, they think you're behind it.
DICK:
That's a fargin' lie and you know it!
TUNSTALL:
Richard! Sheriff Brady... Mister Murphy is going to
continue coming to you... and claiming I've taken
his property until I'm pronounced a thief and shaken
out of Lincoln. I've never touched his property. I
have no cause.
MURPHY:
Well, the Belted Earl has spoken. Look behind you,
Earl... all I see are hired thieves.
TUNSTALL:
These boys are promising young men... acquiring an
education.
MURPHY:
Well, I had you pegged as the type that uh... that
likes...educating young boys, Englishman. Rumor has
it that you want to be bidding against me for the
government beef contracts. It is just a rumor, isn't
it?
TUNSTALL:
Lawrence... You have a beef outfit and a store. And
I have a beef outfit and a store. You're going try
to make money and I'm going to try to make money.
It's simple and it's fair.
MURPHY:
You see our good Sheriff sitting up there on that
horse? Do you know how much money he's got invested
in my store? His life savings, John. And it's not
just Brady who wants me to acquire those contracts.
It's the Territorial District Attorney. The Chief
Justice. The U.S. District Attorney. The Chief
Justice. The U.S. District Attorney. The Santa Fe
Ring. It's a family ring, John. And you don't come
prancing in here with your fat foreign capital...
and try to change things!
TUNSTALL:
I made a very long steamship journey from London,
Mister Murphy... So, I should be damned if I'm going
to be dissuaded... by something as ugly as political
corruption. So, I'd like you to take your threats
and your sheriff... and get off my property!
MURPHY:
You are ambitious, Earl. But you'd be better off
selling ladies' undergarments in Hemstead.
BRADY:
Alright men, that's enough. Clear the way!
MURPHY:
This is a new country. We won't be bowing down to
you no more, Englishman. Get ready for hell!
TUNSTALL:
Back to work, chaps. Regulators! Let's dance!
McCLOSKEY
Look at that body go...
STEVE:
He ain't all there, is he?
CHARLEY:
Well, he's there enough to be dancing with a pretty
gal... while we sit around here pulling our
tallywhackers.
McCLOSKEY
Damn Straight.
TUNSTALL:
We have to expose this ring, Alex. Can you get me in
to see the Governor?
ALEX:
Murphy's beat us to it. And he brought the Governor
a nice fat campaign contribution. They're lightening
the yoke on you, John. Of course, they want me out,
too. They figure with me gone, no lawyer would be
crazy enough to represent you.
TUNSTALL:
You've heard of English tenacity, haven't you? A
toast to uh...enough grit to finish the last realm!
Besides... if we gave in and left... who'd look
after my boys?
CHARLEY:
Uh, medicine...
LADIES:
Oh...?
CHARLEY:
Yes, I should receive my degree from St. Michael's
in July...and then I should be practicing here in
Lincoln until my missionary to in the islands.
GIRLS:
How nice.
DOC:
Howdy... My name's Doc...
MURPHY:
What...what can I do for you young man?
DOC:
Well sir, if you're an acquaintance of the young
miss... I was wondering if I could intrigue the
young lady to a dance?
MURPHY:
Why, certainly.
DOC:
Thank you. What's your name?
YEN SUN:
Yen Sun.
DOC:
That's beautiful. You're a friend of Mr. Murphy's?
YEN SUN:
He is my guardian.
DOC:
How?
PAT:
Hello there...
BILLY:
Hello back... William Bonney, sir.
PAT:
Pat Garret... pleasure. Excuse us, friend. We have a
request for the band.
BILLY:
Pat Garret. She'll love that I get to be as big as
him. No... bigger!
DOC:
So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows... As
yonder lady order her fellow's chose...
YEN SUN:
Pardon me?
DOC:
Uh... That's poem. I'm a poet. I wrote it.
MURPHY:
I'm sorry young man... but we must be getting along.
DOC:
We're getting along famously, thank you very much.
MURPHY:
I'm sorry young man... but we must be getting along.
DOC:
We're getting along famously, thank you very much.
MURPHY:
I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, I was just
informed that you're part of the Tunstall company.
DOC:
Yes, I am.
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