High Noon

Thank you, Mrs Fuller. Goodbye.
What do you want?
Do you want me to get killed?

- Do you want to be a widow?
- No, Sam. No.

- What's the matter, Jimmy?
- Nothin'. I've been lookin' for you.

I wanna a gun. I wanna be with you
when that train comes in.

- Can...can you handle a gun?
- Sure I can. I used to be good.

Honest. It ain't just gettin' even.
It's a chance. This is what I need.
Please, let me get in on this.

All right, Jimmy.
I'll call you if I need you.

Get yourself a drink meanwhile.
Come in, Sam.
You're leavin' town?
- Where are you going?
- I don't know yet.

That doesn't make much sense.
- You're afraid, huh? Afraid of Miller.
- No.

Sure you are.
You wouldn't be runnin'.

You don't have to worry
as long as I'm around, you know that.

- I'll take Milleron any time.
- I believe you.

Then why are you goin'?
You're cuttin' out with Kane.