All language subtitles for Death.Valley.Days.S01E08.The.Little.Dressmaker.of.Bodie.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-THR_track3_[eng]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, I'm the Old Ranger,

and Death Valley
is my stampin' ground.

Many's the tale of adventure

I'm going to tell you
about the Death Valley country.

True stories, mind you.

I can vouch for that.

OLD RANGER:
When you're telling
stories from real life

like I am,
it's often hard to know

just where they begin.

In this particular story,

it might seem as if
the beginning was the end.

I'm certain
Tiger Lil thought so

that night in November 1871.

Tiger Lil, the Queen
of Virginia City,

toast of that
famous mining camp.

Frank.
Lil.

[ chuckles ]
I didn't expect you
to meet me out here.

Oh, the dressing room
was hot,

and there were
too many girls around.

What's the matter, Frank?
Are you in trouble?

Trouble?
No, I'm not in trouble.

Oh, thank goodness.

Your note gave me
an awful scare.

Well, I'm sorry.

I just wanted to see
you for a moment

to... to say good-bye.

Good-bye?

Yes.
I've been called
back East unexpectedly.

I'm leaving
on the night stage
in a few minutes.

Well, you-- you're not
going for good, Frank?

Possibly not for good,

but it does look
like it would be a long time.

Well, I...
I kind of thought

you were planning
to stay out here.

Maybe get married
and settle down.

No, I'm afraid not.

Man has to find
a girl first.

And you-- you haven't?

Well, not one
who'd be... be right.

You mean a... a lady.

Let's just say
a girl who's...

who's used
to the same things I am.

[ men cheering inside ]

I know it
sounds stuffy, Lil,

but I'm sure
you understand--
Sure, Frank.

Sure, I understand.

Smart, young mining engineer
like you from the East,

fine family, fancy friends.

When you should be
careful to pick a wife

who would be a credit to you.

Well,
I wish you luck, Frank.

Thanks, Lil.

I wish you luck.
Me?

I don't need any luck.

Why, what more could I want

than being the Queen
of Virginia City?

With every man
at my feet.

You better go now, Frank.

Yes.
You'll miss your stage.

[ sighs ]

Good-bye, Lil.

Good-bye.

[ men cheering ]

[ cheering continues ]

Hey, Tiger,
what are you doing out here?

The boys
are yellin' for you.

Let 'em.
There's a new feller
in there

with his pockets
just busting.

What'd you say?
He's gone, Tony.

Walked out on me.

Frank Johnson?
Said I wasn't
good enough for him.

Well, I'll show him.

I'll show him
I'm as good as he is.

I'll show him
I can be a lady.

Sure you can, honey.
Sure you can.

Now, you go inside
and fix yourself up.

That crowd's waiti''
to hear you sing.

Hey, Tiger!
I'm through.
You hear me, Tony?

I'm through!

I'm through singin'.

Through dancin'.

I'm never going
in a saloon again.

Do you hear me?
I'll never go
in a saloon again.

And from that night on,
Tiger Lil disappeared.

As the years passed,
her named became a legend,

not only in Virginia City...

but in other mining camps
of the West.

Like the town of Bodie
high up in the Sierra.

Every girl who worked there

dreamed secretly
of being another Tiger Lil.

But the most you
can stay for them was

that some of them dressed
as well as Lil used to.

And then he put
his arms around me

and kissed me.

And what did you do?

What could I do
with my hands full of money?

Oh, Hank?

Bad news about Betsy.

Yes, Doc said
she's got the pneumonia.

She would get sick,

and with that big shindig
coming up tomorrow night.

Ain't you
got a heart, Hank?

Sure.

Pure gold.

Beats in time
with the cash box.

Leave that alone.

Where you girls going?

Miss Millet's.

The dressmaker.
What, again?

What do you keep
buying liquor for?

My stock and trade.

Clothes is ours.

Good morning, Miss Millet.
Nice day, ain't it?

Fine.

Miss Millet?
Well, Miss Millet.

Oh, how do you do,
Mr. Coburn?

You shouldn't be
carrying such a load.

Oh, they don't
weigh anything.

Here, let me
take 'em for you.

They're really
just invest goods

and ribbons and lace.

Hmm, vanities.

Necessities
for a dressmaker.

Sure,
but I'm glad to see

you don't go in for such
fripperies yourself, ma'am.

The way some
of the females in this town

trick themselves out

is enough to make
a man blush for shame.

Thank you very much.

Oh, I'll take them
inside for you.

Very well.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hmm, you know,
this is the first time

I've ever seen your shop
except through the window.

I'm getting
some heavier curtains.

Brocade.

Uh-huh.

Mighty nice place
you got here.

It serves.

You do all right smart amount
of business, don't you?

Dressing those
dance hall girls.

I manage to keep busy.

It's a mystery
to me, though,

how a little lady
as plain and sweet as you

can make
the kind of clothes

that almost
tempt the devil himself.

Very simple.

I just pretend
that I'm the devil

and work from there.

Oh, so you cook, too?

Do help yourself,
Mr. Coburn.

Mm, good.

Yessir.

You know, Miss Millet,
the first time I ever
laid eyes on you,

I said to myself--
I said, "Ira?"

"Ira," I said.

"There's a real woman
for you."

Make a fine wife.

Not one of these
fancy females,

these-these--
Daughters of Babylon?

Yes, yes, exactly what
I was going to say.

Daughters of... Babylon.

ALL:
Hi, Miss Millet.

Hi, Mae, hello, dear.
My scarves and garters.

Look who's mooching
a free meal off of Miss Millet.

Did you know,
Miss Millet,

that this guy's pants
haven't got any pockets
in them?

That's not true.

Certain meaning,

he's got pockets,
only they're sewed up.

Let's see.

Now, now, girls.

Oh, stop.

I'll be back,
Miss Millet,

when a respectable man

can have a respectable talk

with a respectable woman.

Leave the door open
and clear the air.

If I was you,
Miss Millet,

I'd toss that guy
right out on his ears.

All the song-singin',
mealy-mouthed hypocrite.

Come on now, Pansy,
we'll try your dress on first,

and we'll get
to yours next, Sue.

Oh, will it be
done by tomorrow night?

Hmm?
I mean for the big doin'.

Oh, don't worry,
Pansy, I'll finish it.

Plenty of time.
[ grunts ]

There we are.

There we are.

Oh, that's pretty.

You do swell work,
Miss Millet.

It is pretty.

Whose dress is that?

Ain't it beautiful?

That's Betsy Hart's dress.

But she's sick, you know.

I know,
it's such a pity.

She was
counting on wearing it so much.

[ horse neighing ]

Well,
look who's coming into town.

Oh, who is he?

Wonder where
he comes from.

Wonder how long
he's gonna stay.

Miss Millet?
Mm-hmm?

You should've
seen him.

Handsome,
ooh-la-la!

Like a knight
on a charger.

Sue, dear,
if you put your dress on now.

Ain't you interested,
Miss Millet?
Hmm?

In men?
Oh!

PANSY:
Not at all?

Well, of course I am.

Well, you certainly
don't act like it.

Ain't you never
had a beau?

Oh, yes,
Pansy, dozens of them.

Gee,
what kind of a life
without men?

A very peaceful one.

JIM:
Hey, Johnson!

Jim Bryan.

How are you, Jim?

Thought you were
coming in on the stage?

I rode into town
to meet ya.

Well, I had a few stops
I wanted to make along the way.

You look like
you could do with a--
A bath?

That too.

But you better wash the dust
out of your throat first.

Well, now,
that's a good idea.

Well,
here's mud in your eye.

Ah.
Howdy, Mr. Bryan.

Hello, Hank.
Meet Frank Johnson.

How do you do?
How's it going?

Mr. Johnson
is a consulting engineer
from the East.

First trip West?

No, Hank,
I've been out here before.

Set 'em up again
for the gentleman here.

Glad to have
met you, lad.
It's mutual.

[ clears throat ]

Hello, Jim.
Who's your friend?

Mr. Frank Johnson,
Pansy Tate.

Sue...

Just Sue.

And Mae.

How do you do?

[ Women ]
Hello.

You're wasting
your time, girls.

Frank's a woman-hater.

Nothing of the kind, Jim.

He does me
a grave injustice.

[ laugh ]

Ready to go over
the hotel and get settled?

Yes,
I'd like that very much.

Ladies.

He's out of our class.
Yeah.

He's a gentleman.

Let's us be ladies.

[ knocking ]

Oh.
Good evening.

Mr. Coburn.

I hoped
I'd find you alone.

I brought you this.

Thank you.

Sweets to the sweet.

It's the best
candy you can buy.

Came in on the stage
this afternoon
from San Francisco.

Wait till you see,
they have coconuts
and caramels and everything.

Oh, won't you have one?

Well,
since you're pressin' me.

Miss Millet,
I ain't one
to beat about the bush.

And there's no tellin'
when them jezebels

may be poppin'
in here again,
interrupting us.

Who?
Them customers of yours.

Why, they're Satan's
own brood, Miss Millet.

And there's nothin'
that made life better

than to lead you down
the same primrose path.

Oh, I don't think you need
to worry about that,
Mr. Coburn.

You should have
someone to protect you.

It ain't right
or natural for you

to live alone
like you do.

You need a husband.

A husband?

Now, don't me wrong,
I ain't aimin' to rush ya.

Take your time
and think it over.

Marriage is a solemn business.

Not something to be going into
without through consideration.

I'll drop around tomorrow.

[ clears throat ]
For your answer.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.
Good night.

♪♪ [ "Beautiful Dreamer"
on piano ]

[ Old Ranger ]
Men who work hard, play hard.

And in the mining camp,

holidays were something
they really looked forward to.

Even Miss Millet
found herself walking fast

as she went
about her business.

Just a might too fast.

PANSY:
Oh, good morning, Mr. Johnson!

Good morning.

Going to the dance tonight?

Possibly,
if I can make it.

I'll be lookin' for ya.

Special.

Thank you.

[ sniffs ]

That's mighty pretty perfume
you're wearing, Miss Pansy.

A fella can smell you
comin' a mile away

if the wind's
in the right direction.

I thought you didn't go
for dance-hall girls?

Oh, I have my weak moments.

Well, don't count me
as one of them.

Hello!
Hello, Pansy.

Is my dress ready yet?

Yes, I-I'm just
getting the bastings out now.

Good!
Folks is already
arriving in town.

Hitchin' rails
is filling up.

Boy, wait till Handsome
gets a load of me in this.

Who?
Fellow who hit
town yesterday.

Remember?
He rode by here.

Answer to our girls' prayer.

If I don't knock his
eyes out in this outfit,

I'm gonna start
takin' in washin'.

How do you know he's
going to be at the party?

Why, everybody's comin',

everybody in Bodie.

You mean
almost everybody.

Why don't you go,
Miss Millet?

For once, I mean it.

Do you good to step out
and have a good time.

How 'bout it?
In this costume?

Well, you must have
something you can wear.

Oh, Pansy,
you know the old story
about the shoemakers.

Well, it's the same thing
about dressmakers.

You can whip something up.

Not in half a day.
If you started right now,
you could--

Pansy, I-I have too many
other things to do.

What?

W-Well--

I-I gotta take
Betsy Hart's dress over to her.

But she's sick.

She sent word
that she wanted it anyway.

Is she crazy?

With a temperature of 104?

If it means anything to her,
I'm going to take it to her.
All right.

I'll take it myself.

And in the meantime--
Pansy, it's no use.

I'm not going
to that party tonight.

Wild horses
couldn't drag me.

Well, here I am, Betsy.

Did-Did you bring it?

Oh, yes,
wait until you see it.

It's not much
in the hand,

but when it's on,
it's just beautiful.

Hold it up against you
so I can see?

There.

Ever since
I come to Bodie,

I've been saving
my money for this dress.

I just see myself
in it tonight...

knocking them all dead.
[ coughing ]

Oh, now, Betsy.

There'll be lots
of other occasions, dear.

You can't fool me,
Miss Millet.

Even the doc can't fool me.

Next time I do any singing,

it will be with a harp.
Now, Betsy.

No, don't put it down.

I want to look.

It goes nice
with your red hair.

Miss Millet?
Yes, Betsy?

Don't let him have me.
Well, of course not.

I know you ain't
the dancing kind, but...

if you'd just wear it
for me?

Me?
We're pretty near
the same size.

I'd like to think
it was there...

even without me in it.

It'll be so nice
to dream about, when I leave.

Now, don't you
worry, Betsy.

Your dress will be there,
I promise you.

♪♪ [ saloon piano ]

Looking for somebody,
Pansy?

Oh, mind your own business.

That's good advice
for you to follow too.

After I graduated
from college,

the first important job
I had was in Virginia City.

How long ago
was that, Frank?

Six years.

Just like everything else,
the place had changed.

Say, did you know an old man
Mackenzie in Virginia City?

Will Mackenzie?
Well, yes, I know him very well.

He's here now,
right down the street.

Would you like to drop by
and say hello?

I certainly would.

[ knocking ]
MR. COBURN:
Miss Millet?

[ knocking continues ]

Miss Millet?
It's me, Ira.

[ knocking on window ]

Miss Millet?
It's Ira.

[ footsteps leaving ]

Miss Millet?

No, it can't be.

Good grief.

And to think it was my idea,
your coming.

Cut my own throat.

That's me,
the big chump.

Pansy, I didn't come
because of you.

I-I came
because Betsy asked me to.

Don't make no difference
who's idea it was.

It's still a good one.

Let me buy the first drink,
Miss Milly.

Well, all right,
maybe just a little wine.

Fine, fine, fine.

Wine for Miss Millet.

And to think
that all the time

you were living
right down the street

with them looks.

And none of us noticed.
Thank you.

You know, Mackenzie
has been doing pretty well.

I'm glad to see it.

Hasn't changed
in six years.

Well--
Jim.

I'm a bit tired.
I think I'll turn in.

Oh, come on and have
one more drink.

It's still early.

Well, all right.

♪♪ [ "Beautiful Dreamer"
on piano ]

Dance with me,
Miss Millet?

Oh, please,
not to that music.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing's wrong
with it, I--

It just brings back memories,
that's all.

I-I used to sing
to it, years ago.

She sings.

Did you hear that, boys?
Miss Millet sings.

Hold it, George.

Will you sing for us,
Miss Millet?
Oh--

Forget the memories.

Tonight's tonight
and the place is yours!

[ men cheering ]

♪♪ [ piano ]

♪ Beautiful dreamer

♪ Wake onto me

♪ Starlight and dewdrops

♪ Are waiting for thee

♪ Sounds of the rude world

♪ Heard in the day

♪ Lulled by the moonlight

♪ Have all passed away

♪ Beautiful dreamer

♪ Queen of my song

♪ List while I woo thee

♪ With soft melody

♪ Gone are the cares

♪ Of life's busy throng

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer

♪ Awake

♪ Unto me

Lil.

Tiger Lil.

Tiger Lil?

The Queen
of Virginia City?

Use to star
at the Golden Slipper, by gosh.

Lil--
I'm afraid you're mistaken.

The name is Millet,
Miss Millet.

[ bell rings ]

I heard what that fellow said,
about what you was.

And I come to tell you
it don't change

my mind none,
about getting married.

I'll marry you tonight,
if you say the word.

You can depend on me, Lil.

I'll make a good woman
of you.

[ laughing ]

Why, you crawling hypocrite.

I ain't no more
hypocrite than you are.
No, let--

Don't you touch me, you--

Get out.

I'll have you
jail for this,

you and your-your-your
fancy woman.

Get out.

Thank you.

When you leave,
I'll be sure and lock the door.

Lil.
Oh, why did you have
to come here to Bodie?

I've spent six years
building up a whole new life,

and you tear it down
in one minute.

Now I have to go somewhere
and start all over again.

In that case,
you'd better hurry up and pack.

I'll go when I please,
Frank Johnson.

The stage for San Francisco
leaves in an hour.

I'm not going
to San Francisco.

Yes, you are, Lil.

With me.

That's why I came back,
hoping to find you.

I looked everywhere,
but you'd gone.

You haven't been out
of my mind for one minute,

ever since I was fool enough
to leave you.

Lil, will you marry me?

No.

Yes.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]