Alfred Hitchcock Presents S1E3
Episode 3 "Triggers in Leash"
Taking place in the old western times, is an older woman named Maggie that runs her own diner feeding fellow passerbys on a rainy morning. The first of which is an aged man, Ben, who REALLY enjoys her food which in fact he tries to pull an Oliver Twist asking for more. She ain't having that shit. She barks orders at him to gather some firewood and only then will she make him a nice meal come lunch time. He agrees and takes off.
Just as quickly with her back turned, she hears the door open. Yo, it's not him but a different younger looking man who just stands there all willy nilly out from the pouring rain. He sits himself down to warn himself up and he doesn't seem as friendly as the first fellow. His responses are stand offish and even seems a bit on edge.
The first man comes back and it startles the dude so he whips out his gun to a very unsuspecting wood wielding gentle soul.
Maggie gives him and shit and demands to help him pick back up all the wood he collected. He doesn't seem to hold a grudge which is cool. In fact, the noticeably nervous nelly, Del, even asks a favor of Ben of when he gets into town to not mention his presence here. Uuhhhhhhh okay? So off he goes.
Del expresses his appreciation of Maggie not being nosey but she knows better than to prod anyway so she has a whatever attitude about to. What's his business is his business. Only fixing him breakfast. Right when he starts to loosen himself up a little and have a nice friendlier chat with her is of course when a wrench gets thrown.
In busts in Red who looks angry as hell when he locks eyes with Del. They shit talk each other from some off screen scuffle. Maggie in the middle of all this is all like
Turns out, one of them rage quit from a game of poker and the other is salty AF about it which escalated into a physical fight like children. Red even accuses Red of being a little sissy about it resorting to running away from his problems to hideout in this little old lady's restaurant. You know, typical back and forth banter.
It goes on for a while until Maggie has had enough and tries to talk Red down and reason with him with facts but of course none of them back down. They eventually just sit their asses down at the same table while they continue smack talking each other and staring each other down.
Unphased, Maggie decides to start cooking them breakfast as intended to begin with. Maybe they are just hangry, that's all. Hopefully with food in their bellies, they can settle this squabble out once and for all and stop the madness.
It's pretty hilarious actually, their childish insults don't cease at all once she is done cooking. In fact, both ask her cut to their hams so they can rest their shooting hands or some shit. Pretty hilarious to ask such a thing with a straight face.
So they start eating and just waiting to see who will draw their gun first. When it is clear no one is backing down, Maggie breaks down and pleads for the boys to come to some kind of truce. Nah. They are still mean dogging each other never even breaking eye contact while even eating their eggs. Bruh.
Once they are done eating, they both slowly stand up at the same time and decide that they are now ready for their little showdown, much to Maggie's discontent. All she can do is stare at the clock for when it strikes, noon that's is when they will draw.
Awkward silence.
After some more awkward silence, they wonder why the heck it is taking so long for the birdy to singy noon. Maggie looks at the clock while clinging to a crucifix that the by the lawd's miracle that the clock has stopped ticking. So now they are like "Well, fuck."
That's that. They both slug back to whence they came. Relieved, Maggie goes to return the crucifix back from where she snatched it from until Ben comes running in to exclaim seeing the both of them thinking they are going to have a shootout but nah.
He looks at the clock and says "Dang nabbit, I thought I told you that if you make the shelf unlevel than the dang clock won't work!"
"I know, Ben. I know."
The end.