At the Carlton, Hey Boy notices two women irritably waiting in the lobby. He goes to the door and intercepts Paladin as he arrives, and warns him that the two ladies are waiting for him. Hey Boy warns his friend that the ladies have compared to notes, and offers Paladin a telegram. It's from S.J. Lovett, mayor of Silver Flat, NV, inviting him to come and try finding the killer of the town's sheriff, Daley. Paladin looks again at the women and decides to take the job...Read the full recap
(seeing two women angrily waiting for him)
Paladin: Oooh. So early in the evening?
Hey Boy: I look for you all over.
Paladin: Well, I took the brunette out two nights ago, and the blonde the night before that, but I made no further engagements with either one of them. There are other things in life--poker, for instance.
Boldt: What do you want here?
Paladin: Well, I'm sure I don't want to talk to you. I may have some business with the man who tells you what to fetch and when to carry.
Boldt: You got a roundabout way of asking for trouble.
Paladin: I don't sell men. I sell a job of work, and that's all you pay for.
Lovett: All right, you got a deal. I'll pay you when you deliver. From here on you're a deputy sheriff.
Paladin: Just like that? Shouldn't I be sworn in by the proper authority?
Lovett: Consider yourself sworn in by a proper authority. Here's a badge in case you need it.
Paladin: Well, now, anything I acquire that easily can't have much value.
Paladin: Tyler's got to be brought back. If he's innocent, he should be cleared. If he's a murderer, he's got to be stopped. You know where he is. If you shield him now, and he is a murderer, then every man he kills from here on in will sit on your shoulders and scream in your ears.
Paladin: Well, you're a puzzle. You wouldn't be the first killer I've met who worried about elderly ladies and helpless animals, but still, you're a puzzle.
Paladin: Will you take the case for five hundred dollars?
Tom Nelson: Certainly not, this hasn't anything to do with money, it's a matter of principle.
Paladin: Oh. Well, Nelson, why did you study law at all if you don't have the stomach for it? You'd like it if only nice people were arrested. If trials were dainty and sweet-smelling and polite. But you're asked to defend thieves and cutthroats, find yourself in court in the middle of a war, no holds barred, at stake a man's freedom or his life. Well, it's too bad it's so dirty. You really should give up the profession entirely--as a matter of principle.
Tom Nelson: I don't know how you got in here, but--
Paladin: Nelson, you've got to do something. I will buy you or beat you or torment you, but you will act!