High Noon

Why don't you put that thing away?
- Bang, bang, bang!
- You're dead, Kane.

I just sent the kid to find you.
Didn't he come?

He was here.
You've been my friend all my life.
You got me this job.

You made them send for me.
Ever since I was a kid
I wanted to be like you, Mart.

- You've been a law man all your life.
- Yeah, all my life. It's a great life.

You risk your skin catching killers,
and the juries turn them loose,

so they can come back
and shoot at you again.

If you're honest,
you're poor your whole life.

In the end you wind up dying all alone
on some dirty street.

For what?
For nothing. For a tin star.

The judge's left town, Harvey's quit,
and I'm having trouble getting deputies.