Death of a Gunfighter

Woman: Come show 'em as nature's...

and we raised the big crop they told us to.

And what becomes of it?

Faith and poor!

Foreclosures!

Evenin', Marshal.

Evenin', Dan.

What are you doing in there?

It's a little cooler in here.

Whew! It's a hot one, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you'd be all tucked in by now.

I just happened to be passing by.

I see.

So you thought you'd stop and check to see if I'd dozed off

and forgot to make my late rounds, huh?

No, sir.

How're the new boots?

Oh, they're fine. I sure thank you for them.

Not too tight?

Oh, no. I like them just fine.

Mm-hmm.

Want to know something, Dan?What?

You're a bad liar.

If you want to succeed in this world,

you gotta learn to be a good liar.

You get on to bed now.

Good night, Marshal.

Maybe you better go on home now, lover.

Go on home before ol' Marshal Patch down there

finishes up his late rounds

and realizes you've been on a four-day drunk

and left your wife hungry...

for a little extra pleasure.

You don't have to count it. It's all there.

Take it.

I can't charge you for crying on my sheets.

I had too much to drink.

Of course you did, lover.

Take the money.

For what?

If a pipe fitter can't lay pipe,

he oughta try another business.

Get out of here, Luke,

before I tell the whole town what a lousy plumber you are.

Son of a bitch...

...I'll kill you, Patch!

Luke: Frank?

Are ya scared?

Yeah, I'm scared.

Now, come on down!

Don't make me shoot.

You're scared of killing me, ain't ya?

Come get me, Frank.

Come blow my head off like you did all the rest of the squirming pigs

that got in your way.

One more killin', and they'll run you out of town.

I ain't keepin' you from anything important, am I, Frank?

Like maybe you crawlin' under my sheets with my wife--

I ain't keepin' you from anything like that now, am I, Frank?

[ horse neighs chickens cluck ]

Lester: You having trouble, Marshal?

Oh...

poor, harmless Luke.

Tsk tsk.

Is Doc Adams at your place?

Amen.

What was that?

Is Doc Adams at your place?

Yes, sir, doc's over there, all right. Yeah.

All right. Look out here.

Look out.

Now, folks, the marshal's just doin' his duty.

He's protecting us all against dangerous drunks.

Why don't you and your town council

do somethin' about gettin' rid of that dreadful marshal?

We may just do that.

Hey, Doc!

Sorry to wake you, Laurie.

That's all right, Frank. What's the matter?

I gotta talk to ya.

Come on in.

It's good to see you, Frank.

Gets very lonesome when he's off on one of his long drunks.

Yeah, I know.

I'll make some coffee.

I can't stay, Laurie.

What is it, Frank? What's the matter?

Luke's been shot.

Shot?

He's still alive.

Where is he?

At the Alamo.

All right.

I'm sorry.

[ priest giving last rights in Latin ]

How is he, Doc?

It's gonna be hotter than hell.

Frank?

Hmm?

Is he dead?

Not yet.

Hey! What're ya doin'?

Kissing you.

For God's sake, Hilda.

Ah ah ah! Don't use the Lord's name in vain, Daniel.

You gotta be crazy.

Woman: Hilda!

Yes, Mother?

It's after six o'clock, child! What's keepin' ya?

I'm in bed with Dan Joslin, Mother.

Stop that silly talk and get down here! I need ya!

Yes, Mother!

You're gonna get me thrown outta here.

Mother couldn't run the boarding house without you, Dan.

But she did already warn me.

"Dan Joslin's an orphan child, Hilda,

Shh!"and there's no tellin' what he might try to do to you

now that you're of puberty age."

I wish you'd stop talkin' like that.

Why?Why?!

Oh, boy, your head's on loose.

[ priest reading last rights in Latin ]

Oh, quit, Frank.

Quit now.

I don't know what you want me to do to

prove to ya you're being bull-headed.

Whatever it is, I'll do it.

I want ya to go away with me, Frank.

You don't have to marry me.

You don't even have to love me.

I'm too scared to worry about my pride now.

I'm tired, Claire.

Then, listen, Frank. Please...

I think you been here too long.

Pa says the marshal didn't really have to kill him.

Your pa ought to learn how to keep his big mouth shut.

I'm sorry, Mr. Oxley.

I didn't mean it like I said it.

I see.

Marshal'd never kill anybody unless he had to.

You know that, Mr. Oxley.

I heard they're gonna bring in the county sheriff--

Will!

You boys better start your paper routes.

And, you, son, you just forget what you heard.

Yes, sir.

Father...

Mona...

Doc.

All right, then.Paper, Mr. Brandt?

Thank you.

Man: Ready?

1...

2...

3.

That's it.

Get it back for you as soon as I can.

Thank you, Vinny. Roy, get me that headboard.

Needless to say, Mrs. Mills, we all share your grief.

What's the price of your cheapest funeral?

Fifty dollars is our cheapest.

Of course, that includes everything--

coffin, small spray of flowers,

and burial, a marker.

Here's ten dollars.

I can give you the rest as soon as I find work.

No insurance?

No, there's nothing.

Mrs. Mills?

I know this is a painful time for you...

but I think you ought to stop in at the mayor's office

and make out a formal complaint against the marshal.

Why?

There has been talk, Mrs. Mills.

What talk, Mr. Brandt?

That the marshal didn't have to kill your husband.

Lester: There's that mayor over there drummin' up a meetin'

with all them rich and proper jackasses.