High Noon

You know how I feel about you,
but I ain't goin' with you.

Seems like a man with busted knuckles
didn't need arthritis, don't it?

No, I couldn't do nothin' for you.
You'd get yourself killed
worryin' about me.

It's too one-sided like it is.
- So long, Martin.
- So long.

It's all for nothin', Will.
It's all for nothin'.

Excuse me, what is
Mrs Ramirez's room number?

- Three.
- Thank you.

Come in.
- Yes?
- Mrs Ramirez? I'm Mrs Kane.

I know.
- May I come in?
- If you like.

- Sit down, Mrs Kane.
- No, thank you.

- What do you want?
- Please...

I'm afraid that if I sat down,
I wouldn't be able to get up again.

- Why?
- It wasn't easy for me to come here.

- Why?
- Look, Mrs Ramirez...

Will and I were married an hour ago.
We were ready to leave...

...then this thing happened
and he wouldn't go.

I did everything. I pleaded, I threatened,
I just couldn't reach him.

- And now?
- That man downstairs, the clerk..