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Bye.

I'll be right with you.

Good enough.

Let's go.

Sit down, Mingo.

Oh, it's a torture out there.

No trouble, Josh?

Uh, easy money this trip.

Yeah, well, you know, sometimes it's easy.

Sometimes you got to earn it. There you go.

Look at him, Leon.

I'm looking, Sheriff.

You saw the shooting behind the hotel last Thursday.

Yes, sir.

Is he the man you saw kill Phil Kelly that night?

He's the man, Sheriff.

And you'll repeat that at his trial?

I will.

Come on, Domingo.

It's all settled.

Only if there is a trial.

You keep this up, Leon. They're going to make you a sheriff.

Josh! Haircuts?

Yeah, I believe I will. I thought you left town.

I decided to stick around a while.

Saturday night delighter. What about this, Leon?

There's something new.

A drummer fella from St. Louis left a supply here last week.

Seven? Eh, kind of slow.

Kind of dude, too, isn't it?

But that drummer fella, he was certainly a fast talker.

Yeah, fella could get in a lot of trouble on a Saturday night with this

Listen to me, Leon.

A lot of talk going around town about the way you stood up and pointed your

finger at the Domingo fellow.

Everybody is making such a fuss.

Honest, Josh, I'm embarrassed.

I only told the truth.

I'm not asking for thanks. Believe me.

Yeah, I know.

What's on your mind?

Oh, just thought I'd stick around town till after the trial.

I like you, Leon.

You're a good fellow.

You mean you want to protect me?

But there's no reason.

Three reasons. I'll start the window.

not afraid.

Yeah.

Yeah, good, Leon.

Please listen.

I've been getting too much attention already.

Just let me alone.

Let me lead my own... Leon, I'll bet.

Broad daylight, street filled with people, and nobody admits to seeing the

killing.

This morning, his friends were packing around him.

His friends.

Slapping him on the back, telling him what a great guy he was.

My wife says you can't blame him.

They want to keep on living.

They call that living.

How about my gun?

Here.

Oh, Sheriff.

No hard feelings.

Get out of here, Domingo, before I take this badge off.

Nothing can be done about it.

Maybe.

You got any ideas, Josh? I won't stand in your way.

They won't. Just in case.

I don't care who it is, kill them.

No matter who, kill them.

Seems like people wouldn't be too scared to pay a man their last respects.

Yeah.

Seems that way, don't it?

I won't forget, Leon.

I won't forget.

You know what?

Carlos has been out of jail a whole day and hasn't even bothered to come by and

see me.

Stinker.

She would like to fix his wagger.

I brought a new dress just for him to see.

It's from Paris.

France, too.

It says so right here on the label.

I'm going to sell my hair up just the way he likes it.

Stinker.

What are you looking at?

Figured you'd get around to me sooner or later.

So you're Randall, huh?

Yeah.

I heard of you.

Domingo? Yeah.

Let's get something straight.

I'd just as soon he stayed locked up over in Banksville permanently.

What's the matter? You find something wrong with me?

Not a thing.

But you think I'm going at it a little too heavy, huh?

That's your business, lady.

Well, I got my own reasons.

And I don't want to talk about Carlos Domingo.

You think I'm pretty?

Yes, ma 'am. As a matter of fact, you are.

You think I got a good figure?

I want Domingo for that gunning.

Then you better ask his mother about him.

He went straight there when he got out of jail.

You want to hear something funny?

His mother hasn't spoken to him in years.

They just sit there.

He begs her to talk to him, but she won't open her mouth.

Doesn't even look at him.

He goes there anyway.

He even has his business meetings there.

Isn't that something?

It's crazy.

Everybody's afraid to open their mouths around Carlos.

And he can't get a word out of the one person who really counts.

His own mother.

Doesn't make much sense, does it? Hey!

Hey!

Howdy, ma 'am. I've been waiting outside to talk to you. My name is... I know

who you are.

Then you know I'll come in and talk to you about your son. I do not have a son.

My Carlos has been dead many years.

Oh, no.

He is not my son.

That man, he does terrible things.

My Carlos was a good boy.

I understand.

No one could understand.

That might be true, too.

He was my blood, my body.

When he was born, I had pain, but it was sweet pain.

He was such a beautiful baby. He was such a good boy.

I always taught him right.

How did he become what he is?

How? I don't know, ma 'am. All I know is he had a friend of mine killed.

And it's an old man. I was going to testify against him.

He was a gentle boy.

Even his tears, they were like honey.

When something went wrong, he would come to me and cry, and I would hold him

close, and soon he would smile.

That man you talk about, he is not my son.

My Carlos, he died many years ago.

Look, ma 'am, I haven't got too long here, and I've got to talk to you.

I am sorry.

In my country, a visitor is never kept outside.

I am sorry. Please come into my house.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, aren't you going to apologize?

What for?

Well, I waited two days for you, Carlos.

So what?

Don't you think I got any pride?

All right, Evelyn, you got pride.

There are plenty of other fishes in the sea, you know.

Well, you could be a little jealous.

And another thing, if you think I'm going to come running every time you

your fingers, then you... Shut up.

You can't push me to...

Now, let's understand each other just as well. Kitty is looking at you.

If you want to shoot out now is the time for it.

Turn around. Put your hands on the ball.

Easy like that.

What's going on?

Someone wants to talk to you.

Oh, you're running Macon's errands now?

Mm -hmm.

I said my piece. Let's go.

What does Macon want to see me about?

Now, what do you think?

Oh, why bother me?

I was a Macon shell at the time, remember?

You were something you turned up.

Yeah, don't you wish it.

Don't you wish it didn't.

Now, let's go.

Why not?

Oh, no, nothing to worry about. I'll be back later.

Let's start over again.

Like I said, Sheriff, I was here in jail when it happened.

The one who gunned down Leon Faber was hired by you.

Just wasting your time.

We got plenty.

Yeah, but you haven't, you know.

What does that mean?

You'll get a chance to think things over.

In your old cell.

You can't hold me, and you know it.

Oh, yes, I can.

For 48 hours.

Oh, come on, you two.

What are you trying to kid?

No witness, no case.

Randall turned up a witness.

Yeah?

Yeah. We got your mother for a witness.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

Randall, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Look, I got to get out of here.

Just give me an hour.

That's all I ask. One hour.

Give me a chance.

I'll give you a chance.

That's something, isn't it?

I'm begging you.

I got to talk to my mother. She doesn't know what she's doing.

She knows.

Will you listen to me?

I got to protect her.

From what?

Never mind.

I just got to protect her. That's all.

Will you?

Nobody'd hurt the mother of Carlos Domingo, would they?

You wouldn't understand.

Something between her and me.

Please, will you let me talk to her?

I'll think about it.

Please.

I said I'd think about it.

Randall!

He's right now.

Rhino!

Rhino!

Mama?

Mama Sita.

Querida, Mama Sita.

Just let me talk to her alone for a minute, will you?

Sure.

It's up to her.

No.

Mama. Mama, you've got to listen to me. If you don't, they're going to kill you.

Kill?

That's all he thinks about.

Mama.

I want to go.

Yes, ma 'am.

Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama.

Don't let her leave him.

She's going to be killed.

By who?

I don't know.

Who gunned Faber?

Please, will you help her?

Help her. She's going to be shot down.

Faber was shot. Nobody helped him.

Well, I can't let that happen to her.

I don't want anything to happen to her, but I keep thinking of a little fellow

laying on a barbershop floor with a hole through both lungs.

But this is different.

It's always different when it happens at home, pal.

We've got to protect my mother.

She'll be protected.

The order is out.

My men are here.

Anybody who talks can't sit anybody.

Who gave the order?

Well, don't stand there.

Get my men. Pick them up.

Who gave the order?

Who gave the order?

I did.

You had a favorite gun?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, but don't stand there. Please get my men before they do

anything.

Already got them. They're locked in a hotel room.

Domingo, I'm going to watch you hang.

How'd you get Mrs. Domingo to be a witness against her son?

I didn't. I banked on her not saying anything to her son at all.

About anything.

Anywhere it worked.

Yeah. Didn't work so well for little Leon, though, did it?

Oh, nice little guy.

Nice little guy who told the truth and ended up face down on the barbershop

floor.

You know I don't understand why things have to be that way.

I really just don't understand.