High Noon

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..

He said things about you and Will
I've tried to understand
why he wouldn't go with me,

and it's got to be because of you.
- What do you want from me?
- Let him go.

He still has a chance. Let him go.
- I can't help you.
- Please.

He isn't staying for me.
I haven't spoken to him for a year,
until today.

- I'm leaving on the same train you are.
- Then why is he staying?

If you don't know,
I can't explain it to you.

Thank you anyway.
You've been very kind.

What kind of woman are you?
How can you leave him like this?

Does the sound of guns
frighten you that much?

No, Mrs Ramirez. I've heard guns.
My father and my brother
were killed by guns.