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Movie 1973 |
Cahill U.S. Marshal
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[to a wounded outlaw]
J.D. Cahill: You call the tune and you pay the piper. Meaning... you don't like the treatment, don't rob the banks.
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J.D. Cahill: Lightfoot, Amy and me tried for a lot of years to have children... but maybe they came along too late in my life.
Lightfoot: J.D.?
J.D. Cahill: Yeah?
Lightfoot: There ain't nothing too late... if you love it.
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J.D. Cahill: Mister, I ain't got a bigoted bone in my body. You don't drop that axe I'll blast you to hell as quick as I would a white man.
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Danny Cahill: One thing I hate more than a Commanche is half of one.
J.D. Cahill: His name is Lightfoot. And I wouldn't call him, 'Breed' to his face if I was you... not if you want to reach maturity.
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Billy Joe 'Budger' Cahill: You're bleeding again, Pa.
J.D. Cahill: Yeah, I guess it goes with the badge. You got a kerchief?
Billy Joe 'Budger' Cahill: Yeah.
J.D. Cahill: Jam it in this hole. It'll stop the bleeding.
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[talking to the town drunk who is locked in a jail cell]
J.D. Cahill: Charlie, what are you doing in here? It ain't Thursday.
Charlie Smith, Town Drunk: A man has got a right to change his mind. Besides, it's going to rain on Thursday. And drinking in the rain, that's bad for your health.
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J.D. Cahill: Any of you want to surrender?
Ben Tildy, Outlaw: Now what did you say?
J.D. Cahill: I said, 'Any of you want to surrender?'
Ben Tildy, Outlaw: Five of us and one of you! I'll say one thing for you, J.D., you got style! Yes sir, you got style!
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Lightfoot: Give me my five dollars. If you get shot tonight, I'll disappear. Oh, I'll come back and bury you... and mumble something Christian over your grave.
J.D. Cahill: Lightfoot, your kindness overwhelms me.
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J.D. Cahill: My apologies, ma'am. Slight negligence in his upbringing.
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J.D. Cahill: Oh, MacDonald! This is Cahill. How are you?
MacDonald, Hermit who sells Cahill the mule: Fine... leastwise, no one has tried to hang me lately.
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[yelling at vultures circling overhead]
Pee Wee Simser, Outlaw: Oh no you ain't! You ain't going to get me today, you dirty beady-eyed little sons. Because old Pee Wee ain't going to die today. You filthy scavengers!
J.D. Cahill: Oh, shut up, Simser! If a buzzard bites you, he'd never eat meat again.
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[to an outlaw trying to rescue the prisoners]
J.D. Cahill: Well, there's no use prodding around. I'm willing to die trying to keep 'em. The question is, are you willing to die trying to take 'em. Now I'm cold and hungry and wet and tired and short-tempered, so get on with it!
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Amazon.com
After the late-career high of True Grit, only The Cowboys and The Shootist escaped the curse of half-baked scripts, recycled material, and lackadaisical filmmaking that characterized John Wayne's last half-dozen years in movies. Cahill is no exception, but it's more energetic than The Undefeated and Chisum (likewise nominally directed by Andrew V. McLaglen), with a certain Gothic tinge. Also, the theme of a dedicated professional who lets his job keep him from being part of his children's lives appears to have had some relevance for the producer-star. Marshal Cahill's two sons (Summer of '42's Gary Grimes and the preteen Clay O'Brien) are so unhinged by paternal "negligence" that they get caught up in a twisted bank-robbery scheme with a very bad guy, a veritable bogeyman (George Kennedy). Cahill has to sort his familial crisis and several outlaw crews, with the assistance of a sardonic half-breed scout (Neville Brand) who teases him mightily. --Richard T. Jameson
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