Gunfighter's Moon

Walt Shannon:
Julio , go on inside. And check who is inside.

Julio:
Alright, Walt. There is nobody in there but the bartender. He peed on himself in the back.

Walt Shannon:
Come on over here you. What's your name?

Bartender Tom:
[nervously answers] Tom.

Walt Shannon:
Do you know who I am , Tom?

Bartender Tom:
Yes sir, Mr. Shannon.

Walt Shannon:
Well, these are a couple of "friends" of mine, Tom. This here is Boise. He's a back-shooter and a whiner but he will kill you dead.

Boise:
Yeah! I could do that!

Walt Shannon:
And this here now, that Julio. Julio like to sing but you probably don't want to hear him sing now do you, Tom?

Bartender Tom:
No, no, no sir. I don't need to hear him sing. That's fine.

Walt Shannon:
You got a Marshall or a Sheriff around here, Tom?

Bartender Tom:
That be Jordan Yarnell. He's only temporary.

Walt Shannon:
You probably right about that, Tom. Now I want you to find me this, temporary sheriff. You tell him. That Walt Shannon is over here waiting for him. I also want you to tell him , he's got kin of mine in that jail of his! And that I want to inquire as to "visitation" rights.

Boise:
[spits out his drink because he's laughing] Gee, that's funny, Walt!

Walt Shannon:
No, it ain't!

Boise:
You're right. It ain't funny at t'all.

Frank Morgan:
How many you say?

Juan Acosta:
Three Senor.

Frank Morgan:
[barely walking because of the pain from his previous gun wound] Alright. Damn...

Juan Acosta:
Are you gonna make it?

Frank Morgan:
When they come out in the street, they will try to be as far apart as they can. I'll take Shannon and one close by. And you take the closes one to you.

Juan Acosta:
Closes... one?

Frank Morgan:
If Shannon is the closes one , I will take him. And the one next to him. Listen, don't hesitate. For Christ sakes. When I drop this rifle, you cut the bastard in half. Don't let me be out there, pissing in the wind! You think you can manage that old man?

Juan Acosta:
I... hope... so...

Frank Morgan:
Well, you better do a lot more than hope so... or we are gonna be dead as door-nails, in a couple of minutes.

Jordan Yarnell:
No matter what happens, I love you.

Linda Yarnell:
Jordan, please...

Jordan Yarnell:
You can't come this time , son.

Spud Walker:
What are you talking about?

Jordan Yarnell:
You need to stay here and look out for everybody.

Linda Yarnell:
Jordan! Please! I have to tell you something! I have been lying to you about something!

Jordan Yarnell:
It doesn't make any difference! Nothing makes any difference anymore!

Frank Morgan:
[suddenly Morgan breaks the door in and hits Jordan with the butt of his rifle and knocks him out] Grrrr!

Frank Morgan:
[Morgan grabs Spud and smashes him against a cabinet and renders Spud helpless] You want to kill me? you want to spit in my face?

Kristen Yarnell:
[Kristen tries to stop Morgan but Morgan pushes her off] Stop it! No!

Frank Morgan:
This little girl loves you! If you feel the same about her, you marry her! But if you ever put a gun in your hand again, I'll hear about it! And so help me God, I will find you, and I will kill you dead! Do you understand me?

Kristen Yarnell:
I hate you. I hope you die.

Frank Morgan:
[Morgan walks over to the door with Linda and observe Jordan on the floor] He's not going to die. He's gonna wake up with a hell of a headache. But he will be all in one piece, just like you wanted.

Linda Yarnell:
What about you?

Frank Morgan:
What about me...? [leaves]

Juan Acosta:
I'm sorry! The shotgun just went off by itself!

Frank Morgan:
[moans because of the 2 gun wounds he now has] Get my horse!

Frank Morgan:
[Acosta brings Morgan his horse] Goodbye Linda...

Linda Yarnell:
[feeling guilty of all that has happened] Kristen, I have to tell you something about your real father.

Frank Morgan:
No, no it's better your way Linda...

Kristen Yarnell:
No it's not! What? What about my real father?

Kristen Yarnell:
[looks at Linda who in turn looks at Morgan] Why did you kill Shannon? Why did you do that?

Frank Morgan:
I don't know... sometimes I do things I can't explain. I'm a lot like you!

Kristen Yarnell:
[Morgan gets on his horse and leaves] Mom?, mom? He called you Linda.

Linda Yarnell:
Yes he did...

Kristen Yarnell:
[Kristen starts crying] But how did he know your name?

Linda Yarnell:
I use to know him... a long time ago.

Kristen Yarnell:
[continues crying] Is he... is he my...

Kristen Yarnell:
[Linda nods yes] Oh God!...

Kristen Yarnell:
[Kristen runs after Morgan but he is to far already gone on his way with his dog right beside him] I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... [continues crying and then smiles]

Bret Landon:
Whiskey. [as the catina bartender ignores his request, Bret quickly takes out his gun and points it at the bartender] I said whiskey pig!

Jesse Landon:
You better get my brother a drink friend or he will put a bullet in you. [the bartender serves him a drink] My name is Jesse Landon. This is my brother Bret. Have you heard of him?

Cantina Bartender:
I don't think so Senor.

Jesse Landon:
My brother and I looking for somebody. Can you tell us if that man is here.

Cantina Bartender:
The name Senor?

Jesse Landon:
Frank Morgan.

Cantina Bartender:
I don't know anyone by that name.

Bret Landon:
You lying amigo. Everyone knows Frank Morgan. [the dog gets up and leaves]

Jesse Landon:
Why is it so damn quite in here? Play some music! Where do you think you going 'chiquita'? Stay up there and dance! Are you so damn stupid you don't understand English? I said dance dammit!

Frank Morgan:
Leave her alone. [slowly gets up and stares without blinking]

Bret Landon:
Morgan? is that you?

Jesse Landon:
So, you're Frank Morgan? My name is Jesse Landon. This here is my brother Bret.

Frank Morgan:
I know who you are. What do you have in mind?

Jesse Landon:
People say you fast, but you wanna hear something funny? I think my brother here is a little faster.

Frank Morgan:
We don't have to do this . Let me buy you a drink.

Bret Landon:
I'll drink later.

Rosa:
No you won't. You'll be dead. Both of you. When he pulls that gun, you both will be Dead!

Jesse Landon:
He will be the one dead lady.

Frank Morgan:
I saw you strap your gun on that bartender. You really fast kid. But you ain't gonna make it. Don't do this to yourself. Please.

Jesse Landon:
Don't listen to him little brother. He trying to rattle you. You can do it! You younger and you faster. Look He's an old man for Christ's sake. Look at him he's yellow. He's scared of you. He's got piss swelling in his eyes. Listen, what did we ride out here from Kansas anyhow? So you, can have your name written in the wind forever, right? So what's it gonna be? You or him? Come on do it. Do it! Do it boy! Now!

Frank Morgan:
[Bret pulls out his gun but Morgan is way faster and shoots Bret dead] He was just a... kid. [turns to Jesse and c*cks his gun again] I have seen sons of b*tches like you all my life.

Jesse Landon:
No, no, Morgan, wait, wait! I ain't no gunfighter! My brother, he was the gunfighter. He was not even my real brother. He's my half-brother.

Frank Morgan:
I'll give you an edge. Look what you done! Take it out... Do it! slowly... Now cock it... there's your edge...

Frank Morgan:
[Jesse goes to shoot but is way to slow and Morgan shoots him but not killing him] Now get up damn you! Get Up! Get up and dance! Are you to stupid to understand English? Get up!

Rosa:
Please Frank! Don't kill him! Stop! I'm begging you! For me, Rosa! No lo mates! No vale la pena! For me Frank , for me!

Jack Morris:
Hey storekeeper!

Jordan Yarnell:
I hear ya!

Jack Morris:
I'm hungry!

Jordan Yarnell:
You'll get fed.

Spud Walker:
Like the rest of the hogs.

Jack Morris:
You really think you fast huh kid? Hell I know guys who would blow you away before you could spit!

Spud Walker:
You know what you remind me of Morris?

Jordan Yarnell:
Leave it be Spud.

Spud Walker:
A turd with lips.

Jack Morris:
[looking at Kristen] Come over here hunny, I can show you where you could put your neckline.

Jordan Yarnell:
You watch your mouth around her saddle tramp!

Jack Morris:
Yes sir Mr. Storekeeper. You got me so scared I've got the diarrhea.

Old Harry:
[just then Old Harry rushes in and Spud takes out and points his gun at Old Harry] Jesus, Spud!

Jack Morris:
Shoot him kid! Shoot the old fart!

Jordan Yarnell:
Jesus Christ Harry, you know better than to come barging in here like that! What do you want anyway?

Old Harry:
Huh? Oh yeah! You not going to believe it Jordan! You are not going to believe it!

Jordan Yarnell:
What ain't I not going to believe?

Old Harry:
Frank Morgan just rode into town!

Jordan Yarnell:
Damn.

Kristen Yarnell:
Who's Frank Morgan? Jordan? Who's Frank Morgan?

Jordan Yarnell:
He's some kind of gunfighter.

Old Harry:
Oh no! He ain't! Calling Frank Morgan just a gunfighter is like calling the desert dry! He is more than some kind of gunfighter Jordan. He's a honest to God, walking around legend!

Spud Walker:
Do you think he come to spring Morris?

Jack Morris:
Naw, he ain't come 2 spring Morris. He come to convert everybody to the baby Jesus.

Jordan Yarnell:
Good afternoon. Mind if I sit down?

Frank Morgan:
[looks at the dog] Move!

Jordan Yarnell:
You Frank Morgan?

Frank Morgan:
Who are you?

Jordan Yarnell:
Jordan Yarnell, temporary sheriff. This is my deputy Spud Walker.

Frank Morgan:
Where's the real one?

Jordan Yarnell:
Real what?

Frank Morgan:
Sheriff.

Jordan Yarnell:
He got shot.

Frank Morgan:
[Spud moves closer to Morgan and Morgan keeps his eye on him] You packing a lot of iron there kid.

Spud Walker:
I can use it too.

Frank Morgan:
You can huh?

Jordan Yarnell:
What do you want here, Morgan?

Frank Morgan:
I want more... coffee. [Tom the bartender rushes to serve him]

Jordan Yarnell:
We got a prisoner over in the jail, Jack Morris.

Spud Walker:
We gonna hang him next week.

Frank Morgan:
That's nice.

Jordan Yarnell:
Maybe you didn't hear him right. We gonna Hang Morris next week!

Frank Morgan:
Listen Mr. Temporary Sheriff, I don't care if you hang Ulysses S. Grant! It ain't got nothing to do with me because I'm just passing thru.

Frank Morgan:
[Just then Juan Acosta accidently knocks over some glasses and breaks them which makes Spud jump and goes for his gun and c*cks it] Your deputy has hooked himself on a short fuse there Mr. Temporary sheriff.

Jordan Yarnell:
You just remember what I said. We gonna hang him.

Spud Walker:
Ain't nobody gonna stop us neither.

Jordan Yarnell:
How long you planning on staying in Red Pine, Morgan?

Frank Morgan:
[stares at Spud] As long as I want. And nobody can stop me, neither.

Frank Morgan:
[Acosta is on his knees cleaning the broken glass he broke] Hey, get up!

Juan Acosta:
[scared] You talking to me?

Frank Morgan:
Yes, I'm talking to you. Come here. Sit down. Por favor. [Morgan pulls out a tobacco cigar and takes out a knife] Tobacco? [Acosta nods yes and Morgan cuts it in two and stabs the knife on the table] A man should not be on his knees, it's a bad place to be. A man on his knees, is half a man. [lights the cigars]

Frank Morgan:
[lights the cigars] Do you know where I could stay and get some decent food that doesn't taste like a gringo cow pissed on it?

Juan Acosta:
There's a house, but it may not be for a man, with such "exceptional" taste as yourself.

Frank Morgan:
[looks at Tom the bartender] What are you looking at? You better clean up that mess or someone could slip and break their fool neck. Did you hear what I said you jackass? Pick up that broom and clean it up!

Juan Acosta:
My woman is a pretty good cook. We don't have much, but you are welcomed in my house.

Frank Morgan:
Gracias Senor.

Juan Acosta:
[both looking at Tom] You right amigo. It's not a good place to be... On the knees. [both laugh]

Frank Morgan:
Shannon!

Walt Shannon:
[Julio c*cks his rifle] Stop!

Julio:
What's the matter?

Walt Shannon:
I know that voice.

Boise:
Well, who is it?

Frank Morgan:
Hey Walt! Get your ass out here!

Walt Shannon:
Morgan.

Boise:
Frank Morgan? Jesus, Walt! You never said...

Walt Shannon:
Shut up!... I wonder what he's doing here?

Frank Morgan:
What are you doing in there Shannon, playing with yourself?

Walt Shannon:
[approaches the bar doors very cautiously and slowly and appears vampire-like as he opens the doors] What do you say Frank? Been a long time.

Walt Shannon:
[Shannon comes out with his hands up and Boise & Julio come out behind him and spread out to encircle Morgan] What are you doing here Frank?

Frank Morgan:
Standing in for Yarnell.

Walt Shannon:
Standing in huh?... You all by yourself Frank?... You don't look to good... Someone get mad at you Frank?

Frank Morgan:
Come on Walt, let's get this over with.

Walt Shannon:
This here is... Frank Morgan fellas.

Kristen Yarnell:
[Kristen, Linda and Spud arrive in the background] Mom, why is he...

Linda Yarnell:
Be still, Kristen. Be still and watch.

Walt Shannon:
Frank will be standing in for Yarnell... But he's having a little trouble... just standing... Ain't that right , Frank?

Frank Morgan:
Why don't I get rid of this...

Walt Shannon:
Why don't you do... just that...

Frank Morgan:
[drops the rifle so Acosta can start shooting but Morgan realizes that Acosta didn't see him do it and he's on his own against all 3 villains] Hmmm...

Frank Morgan:
[stares at Shannon who stares at Boise who then stares at Morgan, who in turn looks at Julio who in turn looks at Shannon who in turn looks at Morgan and it's the moment of truth in which there is no turning back] Sighs...

Boise:
[Shannon draws but Morgan is quicker and shoots him and Julio but Shannon manages to shoot Frank and Morgan shoots him again while Acosta finally shoots in the air no less and Boise was just about to shoot Frank but his gun breaks] Bullshit! The gun broke open! There's no bullets! There's no bullets, no gun! I didn't mean it! It was a mistake! Don't shoot! I quit!

Spud Walker:
[Morgan fires 2 shots and kills Boise who crashes through a store window] Sweet Jesus!

There is a house but it may not be for a man. Then something else is said. What kind of house was here talking about? And what did he say after that?