High Noon

I suppose...if I wore you.
I'll be back in a while.
- Goodbye, Will
- Goodbye.

- You think I'm letting you down?
- No.

Look, this is just a dirty little village
in the middle of nowhere.

Nothing that happens here
is really important. Get out.

There isn't time.
What a waste. Good luck.
- Why ain't you in church?
- Why ain't you?

Will you do somethin' for me?
Go find Anderson, Howe and Fuller,
and tell them I want them here.

- Then find Harv Pell!
- Don't have to do that. I'm right here.

- Where have you been?
- Busy.

You know what's doing?
We've got lots to do.

Hold up a second.
This ain't really your job, you know.

- That's what everybody keeps telling me.
- Just listen a second.

- All right, I'm listening.
- This is the way I see it.

If you'd gone with the new marshal
not due till tomorrow, I'd be in charge, right?

If I'm good enough to hold down the job
when there's trouble,

how come the city fathers
didn't trust me with it permanently?

- I don't know.
- Don't you?

- No.
- I figure you carry a lot of weight.