High Noon

No time for a lesson in civics, my boy.
In the 5th century BC
the citizens of Athens,

having suffered under a tyrant,
managed to banish him.

When he returned years later
with an army of mercenary,

those same citizens
not only opened their gates for him,

but stood by while he executed
members of the League of Government.

Similar thing happened eight years ago
in a town called Indian Falls.

I escaped death only through the intercess on
of a lady of somewhat dubious reputation,

and the cost of a handsome ring
which once belonged to my mother.

Unfortunately, I have no more rings.
- You're a judge.
- Been a judge many times and many towns.

- I hope to live to be a judge again.
- I can't tell you what to do.

Why must you be so stupid? Have you forgotten
what he's done? That he's crazy?

Don't you rememher
when he sat there and said:

''You'll never hang me. I'll come back
I swear it. I'll kill you, Kane!''

Here you are, ma'am.
This will take you to St. Louis.

Thank you.
Maybe you'd rather wait somewhere else.
Like at the hotel, maybe.

- All right thank you.
- I'm sorry about all this, Mrs Kane.

Don't you worry.
The marshal'll take care of himself.

Thank you very much.
Hey, that wasn't here five years ago.
- So what?
- Nothing...yet.

Harvey, don't you think
Kane will be looking for you right now?

- You're really sore at him.
- Wouldn't you be if you wore me?