High Noon

We're also your very good friends.
With the fine job you've done I feel free
to say, and the judge will bail me out,

this town will be safe 'til tomorrow.
You win. But don't marry a Quaker,
she'll have you running a store.

- I can't picture you doing that, Will
- I can.

So can I, and a good thing, too.
Thank you.
You didn't talk that way
when you wore a star.

All right, it's coming off.
But I gotta to be paid first.

- Let me down!
- Not until you kiss me.

Will, let me down, you fool!
- You should have been a lawyer.
- I was meant to be a storekeeper.

Marshal, a telegram for you.
It's terrible, it's shocking.
- They've pardoned Frank Miller.
- I don't believe it.

We could go too.
- Nice of them to let you know.
- That ain't all.

Ben Miller is down the depot
with Pierce and Colby.

- He asked about the noon train.
- The noon train?

Well.. You get out of this town.
Get out of this town this very minute.

- What is it?
- Never mind that now.

- What is it, Mr Howe?
- Just get out, and everything will be fine.

- We'll take care of everything.
- I ought to stay.

Are you crazy?
Think of Amy.

Goodbye, Amy.
Don't worry, everything will be allright