High Noon

- Will, I just heard...
- Hello.

You can count on me,
you know that, don't you?

- I was figuring I could.
- You cleaned this town up.

You made it fit
for women and kids to live in.

Miller or nobody else'll never
drag it down again.

- I hoped people'd feel that way.
- What other way is there?

- How many men you got Lined up?
- None yet.

Well, you better get going, man.
I'll be back in 10 minutes.

- Where is he?
- He's coming up the back way. A careful man.

Come in, Mr Weaver. Hello.
Sit down, please.

Is there anything wrong, Mrs Ramirez?
Why did you send for me?

I'm leaving town.
I want to sell the store.

- You want to buy me out?
- How much did you want?

Two thousand. I think that's fair.
It's fair allright, but
I couldn't raise that much now.

- How much can you raise?
- Oh... 1000 dollars.

All right you can pay Sam the rest
in six months.

- He'll get it to me. A deal?
- Yes, ma'am.

All right, Mr Weaver. Thank you.