All language subtitles for The.Second.Time.Around.1961.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

What are we stopping
here for, mommy?

Well, I... I have to
talk to uncle Ben.

Now you wait right
over here with Cissie

and don't move.
You understand?

Right here.

I didn't know
we had an uncle Ben.

Mind your feet, Tobey, Cissie.

Faces up.

Mommy, please don't spit on me.

You can spit on me, mommy.

All right, let's go in now.
Be very quiet.

You're late for supper,
Lucretia.

I'm sorry, mother Rogers.

Even if you're not hungry,

the children should
be fed on time.

Cissie, Tobey,
go kiss your grandmother.

Go on.

Mother Rogers?

Clean hands for supper.

I finally heard from Max Wexler.

A letter came this afternoon.

Oh?

I... I'd like you to hear it.

"Dear Lucretia,

I am still shocked
by the news of Walter's death.

Naturally, I want to do anything
I can to help you and the children.

If you still feel you would
like to settle in Arizona,

there'll be a job waiting
for you here in the store."

Oh, later, Lucretia.
Supper's waiting.

Good. Good.

Dear lord, we're thankful for all the
blessings you have given this house,

and make us truly grateful for
what we are about to receive.

Amen.

I wouldn't give two pins
for Max Wexler.

I know you don't care
about him personally.

But he was Walter's best friend.

And I think it's wonderful
of him to offer me employment.

Employment 3,000 miles away?

You should think
of your children.

But I am thinking of them.
That's the whole idea.

You know how Walter dreamed
of moving us all west someday,

how he wanted to take the children
and raise them someplace

with space and air...

a new kind of place, different,

where things are happening and
growing, and we could breathe.

I have no difficulty
breathing here.

Well, I do.

I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

Finish your supper, children.

Lucretia?

Mother Rogers,

please try to understand.

We have been over and over this.

From the minute Max Wexler
began to write us

about what it was like
out there,

how Walter could get
a job at the store

and maybe even get
to be a partner,

you know it was all we
ever thought of and dreamed of.

But a man is one thing;
A woman is another.

You're going off to a place
that's uncivilized...

a territory.

Arizona isn't even a state yet.

But it's going to be.

And besides, you're a totally
inexperienced young woman

who's always been
sheltered and protected.

I know, I know.

And what will you do for money?

You certainly can't expect
me to help you

when I so strongly disapprove.

I'm not asking for help.

I have a promised job.
I'll earn the money myself.

Oh, mother Rogers,

I've already agreed that
I shouldn't take the children

until I have a place to live,
a home and money.

And I will have.
I'll have it right away.

I have enough for
my railroad fare now.

Don't hate me,

but I had to.

Your rings should have
been sacred to you.

They were.

I used them to make
a dream come true...

Walter's dream and mine.

When will you be leaving?

Tomorrow.

Have you told the children?

No.
I will tonight.

Well...

You don't have to
worry about them.

How long will it be
before you send for us?

Not long, son, I promise.

I have to know

because you know what
Cissie said today?

She said she doesn't remember
how papa looked.

Cissie.

Well, I don't.

I remember he was nice.

He put salt on my head
and was going to eat me.

If Cissie's forgotten
what he looked like,

I suppose you'll forget
what we look like.

Oh, Tobey love!

Mother, don't grab me
when I'm naked.

Well, don't even say
such terrible things.

How could I ever forget you?

Yes, how could she forget?
She's our mother.

of course.

You're a big palooka!

And I'm gonna fix you!

Oh, I've got her!

I've got a big bag of sugar.

"Dear Cissie and Tobey,

I can't tell you what a wonderfully
exciting trip I've had so far.

Just think:

Tomorrow, after traveling
only four days,

I'll be in Charleyville,
Arizona...

lovely, beautiful Charleyville."

Go!

- Come on!
- Let's go!

Yee-haaa!

Come on, let's go!

Yee-ha-ha!

The westbound's coming.

The westbound's coming.

Westbound's coming.
Just heard the whistle.

Westbound's coming in.
Be here in 10 minutes!

Let's go welcome the gals.

Hey, sheriff, ain't we gonna
go meet the little rascals?

They're due on the westbound.

Put your gun away, shack,
before you shoot yourself.

I'm gonna bet the rest.

Call.

Three sevens.

Sorry, straight.

Someday I'll close
this place down.

Oh, that seems a little
ungrateful, sheriff,

considering my weekly contribution
to your Christmas fund.

You've never given me a dime
you didn't win back.

That way we can both think
of ourselves as honest men.

Aw, maybe I'll have
better luck with the gals.

Come on, shack, let's go.

See you later.

Take care of the chips,
will you?

Don't you think you ought to
be a little more careful

the way you talk to the sheriff?

Why should I?

In case you've forgotten,
gambling is illegal.

One of these days,
he might close you down.

Rena, the bond between
the sheriff and me

is the strongest that can exist
between two human beings.

What's that?

Money, my love.

Oh!

Hey, look at that one.

- I'll take that, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Oh!
What are you doing?

You're in luck, honey.
I'm picking you.

I beg your pardon?
Put me down, do you hear me?

- Put me down.
- Put her down, sheriff.

Now, Dan, you stay out of this.

This pot belongs to me.

Pot? How dare you?
Are you crazy?

The lady doesn't seem to
like the idea.

I should say not.
Would you let me down?

Ow!

Why you little...

you wouldn't want to hit
a woman now, would you, sheriff?

In self-defense, why not?

Oh, to heck with her.
You can have her.

Now you give me that.

Get!

Thank you, mister...

Jones... Dan Jones.

What kind of a sheriff
is he anyway?

Well, he's what you might
call a relic of the old west...

gives color to the place.

Now if you'll let me
help you with your...

just a minute!
Oh!

I've had enough color
for one day.

Excuse me.

Aren't you one of
the little rascals?

Certainly not.

My abject apologies.

You broke my umbrella.

I'm sorry.
I guess I should have ducked.

Perhaps I can make it up to you.

Could I be of service?

Well, I...

maybe you could tell me where
to find Mr. Max Wexler.

He was going to
meet me here, but...

- is he a friend of yours?
- Yes, a very dear friend,

although we've never met.

I'm afraid Mr. Wexler
is just leaving town...

Forever.

Oh, no.

He was killed in a hold-up
the night before last.

Hold-up?

Some men came into his store
just as he was closing.

He put up a fight
and they shot him.

Oh, how awful.

This is a terrible blow to me.

Tough on Max too.

Oh, of course.
I only meant that...

He was going to give me
a job in the store.

Well, I'm afraid that's out.

The store's been closed
by order of the court.

But if you're looking for work,
maybe I could use you.

Oh, could you?

What did you say
your name was? Miss...

oh, Rogers...
Mrs. Rogers.

"Missus"?

Yes.

On second thought,
I guess I couldn't.

But if there's anything I can do
for you, please let me know.

You'll find me at
the lucky devil saloon.

Good day, ma'am.

Thank you.

All aboard!
All aboard!

Pardon me, sir.

Are you sure that job
is still open?

Oh, it's open all right.

She's been trying to find
a hand for a couple of months.

Now whether she'll hire you or not,
that's a different matter.

That's her coming.

Whoa.

- Mrs. Gates?
- Yup?

Have you ever considered hiring
anything but a man ranch hand?

Nope.
What other kind is there?

A woman ranch hand.

A woman? I wouldn't
have one on the place.

But I'm a hard worker.

You're a woman.

You, Mrs. Gates,
are not a horse.

Never thought of it that way...

Though sometimes I wonder.

Have you ever been on a ranch?

No, but I...

have you ever seen a ranch?

From the train window,
but I've read a lot...

you read how a hand works
from sunup to sundown?

A killing kind of a job.

I'm terribly terribly strong.

I have to have a job,
Mrs. Gates, right away.

I have to.

Let's see you load them
sacks of grain in the wagon.

Hey, Charlie, you better order me
a couple more sacks of chicken feed.

I'll pick it up next week.

Ah, oh oh!

- I'd better help her.
- Leave her alone.

Ooh!

Well, Mrs. Gates?

Well, I don't reckon you'll be
getting drunk Saturday nights

and setting fire to the barn.

I'll try you for a month.

Oh, thank you.

Whoa.

Well, there it is.

Ain't no palace.

Giddy up.

Ranch hand usually
bunks in the barn,

but seeing as how you don't
talk too much,

you can stay in here with me.

There's a cot up there
in the loft.

Thank you.

Mrs. Gates?

- Yeah?
- I was wondering...

I've been on a train four days,

and it was a little dusty
coming in from town.

Could I have a bath?

On Thursday?

Ahh.

Mrs. Gates?
Mrs. Gates?

Missed.

- Who?
- Old Lem.

Been at that
chicken house again.

- Old Lem?
- Coyote.

Been prowling around here
for months.

Got away with their ma.

oh, no.

Poor little things.

Have to keep 'em in here
for a while.

May I take care of them?

Hmm, sure.
Go ahead.

Oh.

Oh, you poor babies.

Oh, come on.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of you.

Don't worry.

Whoa.

- 'Morning, Aggie.
- Whoa.

- Hi, Pat. Mrs. Collins.
- 'Morning.

Me and ma was on our way
into town,

wondered if we could
pick up anything for you.

No, I was in town
myself yesterday,

- got everything I needed.
- Uh-huh.

Maybe a little bit more.

Who's that?

It's the new ranch hand.

Ah. No offense, Aggie,

but there's something about
that shape,

it just don't seem right.

Ha, he wears his hair
mighty long.

What is he,
a Mormon or something?

Ain't a Mormon and ain't a "he."

I got me a lady ranch hand.

Oh, well, that clears that up.

Pretty little thing,
come all the way from New York.

What's she gallivanting
out here for?

She ain't gallivanting.
She's a widow lady...

plans to settle here.

Looks kind of spindly.

Why don't you two stop off
and say hello to her?

Well, now that seems like
the neighborly thing to do.

Now, Pat, we've got to
be gettin' to town.

- And that young woman's got her chores.
- It won't take but a minute.

Now you know this is doc seltzer's
afternoon to go over to bisbee.

And I don't aim to miss him.
My rheumatism's acting up.

All right, ma. Have to
make it another time, Aggie.

Come on, come on.

Better make it soon.

I don't know how long
she's gonna be here.

I will.

Well, fill it up.

Oh!

Oh oh oh!

Aggie!

Oh!

Whoa!

Try a little coal oil.

Oh, thank you.

Oh!

Oh oh!

Oh!

This is for
the interest payment.

This is for the tax collector.

And this is for you.

Thanks, Aggie.
I appreciate it.

Well, we'd better get started.

Oh, Aggie, you haven't
told me yet.

Told you what?

Well, you said when you
took me on,

you'd try me for a month.
And...

Well, the month is up and you haven't
said anything one way or the other.

Would I be taking you into
town to open a bank account

if I was thinking of
turning you out?

Oh! Thanks, Aggie.

I can't tell you what
this means to me.

It's been just awful not knowing

when I was going to see
the children again

and not being able to tell them
when we were going to be together.

Mmm. Well, you've still
got a long way to go.

I know, but at least now
I can make some plans.

Oh, they're gonna be
so happy here

with that sky and the mountains.

And Tobey loves horses.
I'm gonna teach him how to ride.

Cissie's going to go
out of her mind

when she sees all those
chickens and cows.

And, oh, they're gonna be
so helpful. You wait and see.

- They're little, but...
- hold it, hold it.

Don't get carried away.

Ha. I know I said I'd love
to have them out here,

but it ain't that easy.

I can pay your wages next month

and maybe the month after,

but this ranch ain't
something you can count on.

If the price of beef drops,
if we hit a dry spell,

if we get flooded...

there's been times when this place
could barely keep me alive,

let alone you and the children.

Oh, I'm not afraid, Aggie.
We'll make out.

I'm trying to tell you...
it wouldn't be fair to them.

But I just can't leave them
in New York indefinitely.

And I can't go back.
I just can't.

Um, did you ever think of

looking for a husband?

A husband?

You know, one of them tall critters,
supposed to take care of us women?

No, Aggie, I haven't.

Somehow I still feel
that Walter's my husband.

Walter's just a picture
in a frame, Lu.

Aggie, I knew Walter
all my life.

Well, I married him
when I was 17.

I just can't seem to
think of anyone else.

Back home maybe it was too soon.

And out here, I guess
you've just been too tired.

I wouldn't even know how
to go about it.

You think it over.

Uh-oh.

That little black-and-white calf
has gotten in the corral again.

Bound to be trouble.

I'll put him back in the barn.

- 'Morning, Aggie.
- Hi, Pat.

- How you been?
- Oh, keeping fit.

- Good.
- Glad to see you.

Glad to see you.

come here.

Come here.
Now come on. Come here.

Hey there. Hey there.
Come here!

Come here.

Come on.
Don't be a bad boy.

come on!

Come here.

Oh oh ahh ahh! Oh!

Come here.
Come here, come on.

Now here here here.

Come on, come here.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh my.

Lu, meet Pat Collins.

Oh, very nice to know you,
Mr. Collins.

Nice to know you, miss Rogers.

Oh. Ooh, I'm sorry.

Oh, how clumsy of me.

Oh, that's all right.
Little mud never hurt nobody.

Oh, thank you.

Come on up to the house
and get cleaned up.

Excuse me.

Oh my. Oh.

Ahh ahh ahhh.

Ooh.

Well, what do you think of her?

I'm having a hard time
getting a look at her.

Well, if you take my advice,

you won't run off until you do.

Where you been keeping yourself?

I figured you to drop by
long before this.

Well, I meant to.
I mean to.

Why didn't you?

First one thing, then another.

Saturday before last,
statehood committee

called me to go up to
Tucson for a big meeting.

Then it seemed like
every time I started out,

why, ma would come down with
some kind of misery or other.

She feeling all right today?

No no, she ain't.

Just as I saddled up,
fixin' to leave,

why, she got a pain right
in the small of her back.

Sciatica, she calls it.

Between statehood
and motherhood,

you don't have much chance
to yourself, do you?

That's pretty.

Mighty pretty, really.

You can get a good look
at her now.

Well, now...

I wished you would look at that.

Well, Aggie, all I can say is,

you surely do have fine
taste in ranch hands.

Thank you, Pat.

Well, I guess we'd
better get started.

Yes, I guess we had.

Oh!

Oh!

What is it?

- Pain, just hit me.
- Whereabouts?

Right in the small of my back.

Sciatica.

This is the day
for it, ain't it?

Anything I can do, Aggie?

No no, I'm all right,
just so I keep off my feet.

Uh, Pat, would you mind
driving Lu into town?

- Well, I'd be happy to.
- No no, I don't want to put you to trouble.

He's very obliging.
And I want you to do your errands.

And here's the list of things
you can get for me.

Are you sure you're going
to be all right?

Certainly.
Go ahead.

I understand you plan on
settling in these parts.

Yes, I do.

Well, it's fine country.

Yes, it is.

I guess you heard, we're gonna
be a state any day now.

Mm-hmm.

Not many people realize
the importance of statehood.

No, I suppose they don't.

You take women now...

they gonna get the vote.

- That'll be nice.
- Yeah.

- Mr. Collins?
- Uh, Pat.

Pat.

Pat, do you like children?

- I beg your pardon.
- I said, do you like children?

Uh, yeah.
I like 'em fine.

Never been around 'em much.
I was an only child.

Oh?

I always had a dog, though.

- A dog?
- Yeah.

Got a fine dog...
real killer.

If you or any other stranger
was to come within 100 yards

of my place and I wasn't there,

he'd tear you to pieces.

I think a lot of him.

Whoa. Whoop.

Oh!

- Thank you, Pat.
- You're more than welcome.

- I won't be long.
- You take your time.

I'll be waiting for you
in front of the feed store.

All right.

I'll see you then, Joe.

Hi, Pat.

- Oh howdy, Dan.
- How you doin'?

- Fine fine. Yourself?
- Good good.

Just wonderin' why you never
come into the saloon anymore.

Oh.
Well, I'll tell you:

Seein' as how I'm on
the statehood committee

and we're against gambling
and such as that,

why, I don't think
it'd look right. Do you?

I guess not.
I'm glad to hear it's nothing personal.

Oh, no no.
It's nothing personal.

But if you're worried about
being seen in my saloon,

what do you think the fellows
on the committee will say

when they see you running around
town with a married woman?

Miss Rogers?

Oh, she's not married.
She's a widow woman.

- Oh.
- It makes a difference.

- Sure does.
- I hope to tell you.

Did you say something about
the committee being in town?

Yeah, I saw a few of the fellows
go up to the newspaper office.

You did?

Wonder what they're
doing up there.

I don't know,
but it seemed important.

Huh. Funny, nobody said
a word to me about it.

Maybe I'd better
go up there and see.

Sheriff, may I speak to you
for a moment?

Oh, it's you.
What do you want?

Have you found out anything about
the men who killed Mr. Wexler?

Only that one of them had a dagger
tattooed on the back of his hand.

Why? What business
is it of yours?

He happened to be
a friend of my husband.

Well, we're investigating.

Is that all you've been able
to find out?

I told you, we're investigating.

Well, it's been over a month.
And surely by this time...

are you complaining about
the way I run my office?

I'm asking you a civil question.
And I'd like to remind you, sir,

that you are a public servant.

- A what?
- A public servant.

Do you hear that?
The lady says I'm a servant.

Do you hear that, folks?
That's pretty funny.

Yes, sir, lady, that's so funny

that you're gonna have everybody
around here in stitches.

What's the matter, Rodriguez?

Don't you think
it's funny? Well?

Sí, señor.

You think it's funny,
don't you, Maria?

Sí, señor.

Well, let's see you laugh.

Both of you...
come on, laugh.

Louder.

Louder!

Stop it! Stop it!

Oh, you ought to be horsewhipped.
And if I were a man...

if you were a man, I'd have
busted you in half by now.

Now you keep bothering me,
and I might just forget myself.

Save your bullying for
someone else.

You don't frighten me.

Well.

What happened was because of me.
I'm so sorry.

Oh no, la señora
was not at fault.

You were willing to make trouble
for yourself because of us.

Well, good day.

Adiós.

- Good-bye, ladies.
- Good-bye, my dear.

There you are, Mrs. Rogers.

And thank you very much
for your account.

- Thank you.
- And I hope we'll see you again soon.

Oh, you will...
the first of the month.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Good morning, Mrs. Rogers.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I believe.

Your umbrella.

Well, there's some mistake.
I don't have an umbrella.

Yes, you have.
Direct from Paris,

guaranteed unbreakable.

I'm afraid I couldn't accept.

Mrs. Rogers,
I owe you an umbrella.

If I don't pay my debts,
what'll happen to my reputation?

Oh, try it once,

just to get the feel of it.

It does belong to you.

Thank you.

Now can I buy you a drink?

Are you inviting me
into your saloon?

Certainly not. I was just on my way
to the ice-cream parlor.

Really?

I love ice cream.

Well, I'm sorry, but
someone's waiting for me.

- Mr. Collins?
- Yes.

He went off to
the newspaper office.

The newspaper office?

Political matter.

On second thought, I will
join you for some ice cream.

Thank you.

Sign the recall petitions, send
a telegram to the president.

Excuse me, do you have a petition
to recall the sheriff?

- The sheriff?
- Mm-hmm.

Why no, ma'am.

We have a recall
for the tax assessor and others,

but not for the sheriff.

Will you draw one up, please?

Well?

Yes, ma'am.

I think I ought to
warn you, Mrs. Rogers,

the sheriff may not like this.

Splendid.

Thank you.

Good day.

Sign the recall petitions.

There you are.

Good morning, Dan.
Welcome to the palace.

- Hi, Nick.
- First time I see you here, I believe.

well, uh...

- What would you folks like to have?
- Mrs. Rogers?

Oh, I'll have a dish of vanilla ice cream
with chocolate sprinkles, please.

The same, pass on the sprinkles.

Coming right up.

What can I do for you, Rena?

Oh, I just thought we might get
a dish of ice cream together.

- Ice cream?
- Mm-hmm.

I didn't... I didn't know you
were that fond of ice cream.

Oh, I've always had
a sweet tooth, Pat.

Well, I'd like to oblige you,

but there's this young
lady waiting for me.

Oh, if you mean the young lady
you brought into town,

she's waiting in
the ice-cream parlor...

With Dan.

With Dan?

Seems he has a sweet tooth too.

Mmm. That was delicious.
Thank you very much, Mr. Jones.

You're quite welcome.

You must have an awful good reason
for getting calluses on these pretty hands.

I have...
two very good ones.

It's a shame calluses
don't pay better.

Yes, it is.

Now my kind of money is
easy money... gambling money.

Doesn't hurt a man's hands
at all.

Doesn't mean much to him either.

But it could mean a lot to you
if you're willing to let me help you.

Thank you very kindly,
Mr. Jones.

Now we've come to the end
of our conversation.

Oh, Pat, I'm so glad
you're here.

- Do you know Dan Jones?
- Getting to know him better every minute.

This is Rena Mitchell,
friend of Dan's.

Oh?

- Lu Rogers.
- I'm pleased to meet you, miss Mitchell.

Thank you.

This place seems to
be catching on.

- Won't you folks join us?
- Don't mind if I do.

We all seem to have
a sweet tooth.

I was on my way to meet you
at the feed store, Pat,

but you weren't there.

Oh, I know, I was detoured
by a certain gentleman.

Well, what'll you folks have?

You figurin' on
getting rid of me, Dan?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Petition.

You were there when
the lady signed it, weren't you?

- Yes.
- And you let her?

Sheriff, you can't expect everyone
to like you as much as I do.

- You signed this, Lu?
- I certainly did.

And I'm going to urge everybody
in town to do the same.

You do and you might just
wish you hadn't.

Now just a minute, sheriff,
I don't like you threatening a lady.

I ain't too crazy
about it myself.

Then you tell her
to stay out of my way

- and to keep her mouth shut.
- How dare you?

You can't talk to
the lady like that.

I'll talk to her
any way I want to.

And as for this petition,

- this is what I think of it.
- Oh!

Lady or no lady, I got a good
mind to slap your teeth in.

You do and you'll have to
deal with me.

- Me too.
- Well, that's just fine.

Ah ah ah ah!

You pull and I'll push.

- Oh!
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Whoa!

Ho!

no! Don't you dare.

Get your hands off me.

Take your hands off her.

What do you know?
They moved the saloon.

Breakfast.

Thank you, lord.

You mad at him too?

Ain't mad at nobody.
Pass the biscuits.

Something sure smells
awful good.

I'm baking a cake.

I figured I ought to take something
over to the Collins' place

with Mrs. Collins ailing,
and Pat's got his arm in a sling.

I guess I should have
thought of that.

Yes, I think you might,

seeing what a good account he gave
of himself at your little hoe-down.

Aggie, it was not
my little hoe-down.

And I said I was sorry.

Just goes to prove he's
a real man, even if he is shy.

Runs a nice string of cattle;

make a good husband
and a fine father.

Not like some, who set
their children on a bar

and teach 'em to cheat at cards
before they know their alphabet.

I know that.

Well, I'm glad of that.

Well, if I'm gonna get that
cake over the Collins', I...

Better get on with my chores.

Got that mare to shoe
this morning

and gotta see the cattleman
this afternoon.

Gotta fix that east fence.

Sure wouldn't want to wait until
tomorrow to take over a day-old cake.

Well, I'll take it over
for you if you'd like.

Would you?

Oh, that'd be a big help.

You can leave right after
you feed the stock.

Never mind cleaning the stable.

I don't want you to go over to
the Collins' smelling like a horse.

Aggie, I want you to know
that I think Pat is very nice.

I really do.
And as for Dan Jones,

I have no intention
of seeing him again.

Mm-hmm.

- That looks right.
- One of the nicest.

All right, I'll take it.

Do you think you'll need
any more, Dan?

I hope not.

So long, Matt.

'Morning, sheriff.

You see what
your little friend started?

If you'd have stayed out
of the ice-cream parlor,

the whole thing would
have blown over.

Well, I ain't waiting
for it to blow over.

Sheriff, I wouldn't interfere
if I were you.

That's a bad habit
you've picked up, Dan...

getting in my way.

I don't like to see you
making enemies.

I can handle them.
It's my friends I'm worried about.

Look, nobody's going to sign that
petition except a few old ladies.

If you're smart,
you'll ignore the whole thing.

I sure like the way
you ain't worried.

Except for your bad manners,
there's nothing to worry about.

Come on up to the office.
I want to talk to you.

All right, sheriff.

Let's go.

Dan! Dan!

Hello, ed.
I've been waiting for you.

I told you I'd be here.

Everything all set?

Just like you said.

Anybody see you?

Not a soul.
Here.

You'll find it...
find it right there.

Got all the rocks marked.

- Good work, ed.
- Thank you.

Listen, you tell Tom
to saddle up my horse.

Then come on in and
have a drink.

I sure will.

'Morning, ma'am.

You're a long way from town,
aren't you, Mr. Jones?

That's right.

I don't often have reason
to come out this way.

But I thought I'd stop by
and pay my respects.

Well, that's very nice.

But Aggie's gone
and I'm just leaving.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, if I can't pay
my respects,

at least let me pay my debts.

Mr. Jones, haven't we been
through this once before?

Yes, and I must say,
I found it rather pleasant.

I was hoping you did too.
Won't you accept it?

No, thank you.

I've heard a little more
about your reputation.

And I'm quite sure owing me an umbrella
isn't going to hurt it one bit.

Mrs. Rogers, I'm trying
to improve it. Please.

Well, now don't tell me
you rode all the way out here

just to improve your reputation.

To be honest, no.

Actually, I was...

Can you keep a secret?

Well, what kind of a secret?

I'm on my way up
to broken river.

- I heard a rumor there's gold up there.
- Gold?

I don't put too much stock in it,
but then of course you never know.

The old prospector who
told me about it

swore he took out
$500 worth in one hour.

- $500?
- Mm-hmm.

That's the story.

I just thought it might be
worth checking into.

Well, I'll have to
be pushing on.

I got a long way to go.

Good day, ma'am.

Mr. Jones?

Where did you say it was?

Up broken river a piece.

Thank you.

Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones?

Hello there.

Why, Mrs. Rogers, I certainly
didn't expect to see you here.

I know it's your rumor.

I mean, you heard it first,

but could I go
prospecting with you?

Well, since you went to the trouble
to dress for the occasion,

how could I say no?

Well, thank you.

And who knows?
You might bring me luck.

I hope so.

Is this the place?

Yep. According to my map,
it's the exact spot.

Good.

Now...
well, what do I do first?

Well, you scoop some sand and water
in your pan and you slosh it around.

Gold is heavier and
it'll settle to the bottom.

Is that all there is to it?

That's all.

Just keep looking
for little streaks of gold.

If you don't mind,
I'm gonna get started.

Don't you think we ought
to relax first?

Maybe have a little bite to eat?

Eat? Oh, no, thank you.
I couldn't think of eating now.

Mrs. Rogers, we've been
traveling for hours.

Oh, well, if you're hungry,
you go right ahead.

I'll join you later.

Nothing yet.

Try under that rock.

- Which one?
- To the left.

That one?

That's right.
Strikes me as a likely spot.

Mr. Jones!

I think I found something.

Look at this.

Well, what do you know?

A real honest-to-goodness
nugget.

It is?
It really is?

- You mean I found gold?
- Sure enough.

Well, I didn't know
they found it like this,

underneath the rocks.

Well, it seeps under there
with the water

and sort of collects
in little round balls.

Oh, I can't believe it.

Oh, and there must be more
out there... loads more.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Aren't you gonna
look for some too?

I'll get to it.
Don't you worry.

Mr. Jones, I found another
nugget, bigger than the first.

Excellent.
Try that far rock.

You were right!

How much are they worth?

Hey.
They're pretty good size.

I'd say you've got at least
$200 worth there.

$200?

Oh, Mr. Jones,
how can I ever thank you?

I'll think of something.

Now why don't we
celebrate your good fortune?

Oh, well, I can't stop now.

There must be tons of gold
out there.

Mrs. Rogers, I think you probably got
all the gold there is in this river.

Well, look at all those rocks.
There may be gold under all of them.

I've seen it happen before.
You get a little handful of nuggets

- and that's the end of it.
- Oh no.

Mrs. Rogers?

Mrs. Rogers?

Lu?

"Aggie, Dan Jones came by.

Says there's a rumor of...

Gold up broken river.

I'm going with him to

try my luck.

Forgive me for not
delivering the cake."

There you are, Aggie.

Thanks, Pat.

Glad to see your arm's better.

Oh, my arm's fine.
Hand's still a little sore, though.

That deputy's got
the hardest jaw.

You know, Aggie, don't anybody
make a finer cake than you.

Well, thanks, Vera,
but I gotta tell the truth:

My hired hand baked this.

Lu? How about that, ma?
It's right delicious, ain't it?

Tain't bad.

Could use a little more vanilla.

Tastes just right to me.
You be sure and tell her

that I'll come over personally
and thank her the first chance I get.

It's too bad she couldn't
come along with you.

Yeah, I was hoping she'd
get back in time,

and then I figured I'd
better not wait.

But I'm getting kind of
worried about her now.

Worried?
Why? Where'd she go?

Prospecting for gold.

For gold?

Around here?
Whereabouts?

Broken river.

Broken river?
There's no gold up there.

Never has been.

That's wild country, though.
There's mountain lions up there.

I hope you didn't let her
go by herself.

No, with Dan Jones.

Dan Jones?

You mean you let her go off on
a wild-goose chase with Dan Jones?

What made you do
a fool thing like that?

Well, there's nothing
I could do to stop her.

He come by while I was away and
I guess he smooth-talked her into it.

Poor girl, needin' money so bad
to bring her children out here.

Her chil...
you mean she's a mother?

Well, yeah.
She's got two of 'em.

Well, I'll be dog...
and that Dan...

well, if that ain't the meanest,
dirtiest, low-downest,

no-good trick!

Where you goin'?

You think I'm gonna
sit around here

and let Dan Jones take advantage
of a girl like Lu Rogers?

Well, I don't see what you're
getting so heated up about.

Ma, there's some things
I just don't tell you.

Guess I'd better go too.

Might as well.
You done what you come for.

What do you mean, Vera?

I know you, Aggie.

You come here to get my Pat
riled up over that gal.

You been wanting to throw her
at him ever since she got here.

I'm surprised at you, Vera.

Pat has his poor ailing ma
to take care of.

Besides, he's too young
to get married.

I bet that boy ain't
a day over 35.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Ooh!

Oh. Ahh!
Oh oh!

Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones?

He-he-help!

Dan, help.

So cold.
So cold.

We better get you out
of these wet clothes right away.

Mrs. Rogers?
Are you coming out?

No, I...
I'm fine right here.

I can't let you get pneumonia.

If you don't come over to this fire,
I'll come and get you.

Oh, all right.

Now, Mrs. Rogers,
this is no time to be self-conscious.

We must think of ourselves
as survivors of a shipwreck

cast up on a desert island.

Oh.

Here, this ought to take
some of the chill out of you.

Thank you.

- How do you feel?
- Awful.

My back aches as though a herd
of cattle had run over it.

Well, let's see what
we can do about that.

Oh, I should have
listened to you, but...

Oh. Ahh.

...I just couldn't seem to stop.

That's gold fever.
Gets everybody that way.

Proves you're human, that's all.

Oh, ahh.

- How's that?
- Oh, that's better...

much better.

Oh.

Feel good?

Wonderful.

Uh, how far are we
from the ranch?

20... 25 miles.

I think we should be
starting back.

We can't, not till
your clothes dry.

I think we might as well
wait for daybreak.

It's a rough trail at night.

Aggie'll be worried.

Worried?

She knows you're with me.

Poor kid, you're still freezing.

- Just a minute.
- I'm all right.

There, how's that?

Fine, thank you.

There.

Uh, I've stopped shivering.

- Mr. Jones?
- Mmm?

I said I've stopped shivering.

Will you let me go now?

Please, I don't want you
to kiss me.

Oh, Dan, you said I'm human
and I am.

I never realized before
just quite how much.

Don't.

Why not?

Oh, so many reasons.

Because I'm what I am

and you're what you are.

And there are other reasons...

two very important ones.

More important than us?

Yes, my two children.

Children?

I can't think of anyone, anyone at all,
without thinking of them first.

It's... it's been such
a wonderful day.

And I'm so grateful to you
for bringing me up here

and helping me find the gold.

But the day is over now and...

Let's just say good night.

Mrs. Rogers,

I've rarely in my life
done anything

that took greater effort.

Good night.

Hi, Pat.

I was just about to
make some fresh coffee.

You got here just in time.

It don't look like it to me.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Oh.

What did you do that for?
Why did you hit him?

It ain't half of
what he deserves.

Why?
What has he done?

What's he done?
Luring you up here with stories of gold.

There's never been
any gold in these parts.

Well, you're wrong.
There is gold.

See for yourself.
Look at these nuggets.

- He salted 'em.
- Salted 'em? What does that mean?

Didn't he have a pretty good hunch
where to find them? Didn't he?

Yes, he did.

- Now, Pat...
- you keep out of this.

That was no hunch.
He put them nuggets here,

put 'em here for you to find.

The whole thing was nothing
but a lowdown trick.

And if you'll excuse me
for saying so,

it sure looks like it worked.

Oh!

Is that true?
Did you plant those nuggets?

- Now wait a minute.
- Well, did you or didn't you?

Yes, I did, but only because
I knew you needed the money.

Oh, you...

you got me all the way up here
and let me stand for hours

in that icy river,
with your wine

and with your story about how
rough the trail is at night.

Lu, I was only
trying to help you.

That is not what
you were trying to do.

- Lu!
- keep away from me, both of you.

And you can keep
your dirty gold.

Lu, wait a minute.

I sure come charging in
with my horns down, didn't I?

You sure did.

I wish there was some way
I could make amends.

Well, I don't know
about the lady,

but as far as I'm concerned,
you got no problem.

Thank you.

You been trying to write
that letter for two hours.

What's the matter with you?

I can't write it, Aggie.

I don't know what to say
to the children anymore.

Say like you always say:

You love 'em, you miss 'em,
you're figuring every which way

to get 'em out here.

When?

I can't go on saying "soon."
They'll stop believing me.

They'll start thinking
I'll never send for them

- and that maybe I don't even want them.
- Oh now, Lu.

Oh, Aggie,

they're so little.

The children ain't the only
thing you got on your mind.

You've been brooding ever since
that night on broken river.

What happened?

Nothing much.

He kiss you?

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

You kiss him back?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

That's enough.

Oh, Aggie, I'm so ashamed.

At night I lie there
thinking about my babies.

And all the time
in the back of my mind,

he's there... that man...

that dreadful dreadful man.

Oh, Aggie.

Aggie, what am I going to do?

Nothing.
I'm going to do.

We're going to the bank
tomorrow and get a loan

and bring them
children out here.

Aggie, I can't let you do that.

Don't argue.
You need them children to settle you

and get your mind off that man.

They're coming.

- Oh, thank you.
- That's all right.

You're so good to me.

That ain't it.
It's just I...

I don't want a fallen woman
on my hands.

Oh, thank you.

Quiet! Quiet down.

I have... I have a telegram here

stating as he promised
he would two days ago,

president Taft has
signed the document

making Arizona the 48th
state in the union!

Now everybody up to
the celebration.

We're gonna make this the biggest day
in the history of Arizona.

- Hello, Bruce.
- Hello, sheriff.

How does it look?

Good.

In a few more minutes,
everybody will be up at this end of town.

'Morning.

Howdy, Rena.
We're a state, like I always said we'd be.

Well, congratulations.

A big day in Arizona.
Gonna change everything around here.

Not everything, I hope.

Oh, well, now everything
don't need changing.

Why don't you pick up Dan,
come on up to the celebration?

I'll try.

Ma, I been looking for you.
Ain't you gonna come hear my speech?

- I'm coming.
- Come on.

Looks like we made it.

There's Lu.
I got to talk to her.

You better make your speech
before you get your hand busted again.

Ma, that was uncalled for.

Well, I'll see her later.
Come on.

There you are, Aggie...
exactly $200.

- It's for her.
- Mrs. Rogers.

That ought to take care of
the children's railroad fare.

Thank you, Aggie.

Now let's get over to
the telegraph office and send it off.

All right, just keep quiet now.
Get over against the wall.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, open up.

I'll take that too.

Give that back to me.
It's my money!

- You can't have it.
- No no no no no.

- Lu, Lu, Lu.
- You can't have it. I need that.

- Lu.
- Stay away from me.

Lu, he'll kill you.

You tell her, lady.
You got it?

- All of it.
- Let's go.

You just stay right there
and keep quiet.

- Let me go!
- Come back, Lu.

- It isn't worth it.
- We've got to stop him.

He's the man who
killed Max Wexler.

The bank's been robbed!

The bank's been robbed.

There's been a hold-up!

The bank's been robbed!

They took the mine payroll!

You got him!

You got him.

He's dead, ma'am...
stone dead.

Did you hear that, Aggie?
I killed a man.

I shot a man stone dead.

No, ma'am, the sign fell on him.

It's all the money I have!

The lady got one of them,
sheriff... right over there.

Lu, are you all right?

- Yes, she's all right.
- What happened?

There was a hold-up at the bank.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

- I don't need your kind of help.
- Just leave her alone.

I don't know who he is.

- Lu, you all right?
- Fine fine.

I've never seen
the fellow before.

Anyone get a look at the others?

They were all masked.

One of them was the man
that killed Max Wexler.

how do you know?

How do I know? Because he had a dagger
tattooed on the back of his hand.

- What do you know?
- Why don't you go after them

instead of standing here
asking questions?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I thought maybe Mrs. Rogers
might know something

that'd help us in
tracking him down.

The way you tracked them down
after Max Wexler was killed?

- Now look here, Mrs. Rogers...
- You're awful upset right now.

Yes, I'm upset.
I lost $200 in that hold-up...

money I was going to use to bring my
children out here, but now that's not poss...

if Mrs. Rogers will accept
a loan from Charleyville,

I'll put up the first $50 to replace
what was stolen from her.

- I'll put up the second.
- No, thank you, no.

They're not coming out here
on gambling money...

money you make because
you're behind this man.

- Now just a minute.
- Do you think it's any secret

he pays you to let him
stay open?

- You better be able to prove that.
- I don't have to prove it.

Everybody knows it, but nobody
does anything about it.

What kind of a town
is this, anyway?

A storekeeper killed;
A bank hold-up.

You people, you're
celebrating statehood.

But you don't have
anything to celebrate,

not with gambling in
the heart of town

and bandits coming and going,

and this man bullying the Mexicans
and everyone else.

You're all scared
to death of him.

I was going to bring
my children out here.

But I don't want them
growing up in a place like this,

in a town that closes
its eyes to what goes on

because it hasn't got the courage
to stand up to this one man.

Let's go home, Aggie.

Well, I hate to see you
just give up and go back.

What else can I do?

Why don't you try it
for a few more months?

Something's bound to happen.

Enough has happened
already, Aggie.

I know what you mean.

It's going to be awful
lonesome here without you.

I'll miss you too, Aggie,

and the place... everything.

What'll you do if your mother-in-law
don't send the train fare?

She'll send it.

People enjoy being right.

And she was right.
This is no place for me.

You ain't being
fair to yourself.

I never saw anybody
take hold the way you did.

Wasn't your fault that
Max Wexler got murdered

and the bank got held up.

Maybe not.

But I came out here
hoping to start

a new life for myself
and my children,

to prove that I could
stand on my own two feet.

And I failed.
And that's the end of it.

Well, what in the...

what is it?

I don't know.

What in the world
are they up to?

Well?

Miss Rogers, yesterday
just two hours

after you told the sheriff and Charleyville
exactly what you thought of 'em,

we had enough signatures
to recall sheriff burns.

Here they are.

Now he's going to have to
stand for reelection.

So we women decided to
pick our own candidate.

Just look here.

Have you all gone crazy?

No, Aggie, they haven't.

Mrs. Rogers, think of what
it would mean to have you,

a woman, running for sheriff...

the first woman in the country
to run for such an office.

And it sure would
bring out the women to vote.

Sí, señora, and my people
will vote for you too.

Oh, I don't know what to say.

We're all four-square
behind you.

That'll be a big help
when the shooting starts.

Oh now, Aggie.
Well, miss Rogers?

Mrs. Trask, how much
does the job pay?

Hold it!
Hold everything!

Hold on, folks!

Wait a minute.

I heard about this
but I just couldn't believe it.

Lu, you ain't seriously considering
this crazy idea, are you?

Well, yes, I am, sorta.

Now look, I agree we got
to get rid of the sheriff.

I'd run myself if it weren't
for ma and the ranch.

But your running is just
plain ridiculous.

Is that so?

I repeat, Mrs. Trask,

how much does that job pay?

Lu, listen, now I know
the money sounds tempting,

and I know why, but before you
go off getting yourself killed,

I want you to listen to what
I hope is a more appealing offer.

Excuse me.

Lu, would...

would you do me the honor
of being my wife?

Now that'd take care
of things, won't it?

The children... everything.

Oh, and of course,
I love you too.

Thank you, Pat.

That's very sweet.
But...

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Trask?

The job pays $150 a month.

And you get a house, rent-free.

- How many bedrooms?
- Two.

Two.
Did you hear that, Aggie?

I could have a separate
bedroom for the children.

All right, I'll run!

You got to admit,
it's a funny idea...

a woman running for sheriff.

You won't think
it's so funny if she wins.

Remember, she's after your
scalp as much as she is mine.

Yeah, we may have
a little trouble,

thanks to the way you've
been running this town lately.

You haven't seen
any trouble yet.

That goes for
your little friend too.

Lu? Lu, I know how
you feel about me,

but I've got to warn you,
you're not playing a kids' game.

Running again sheriff burns
is dangerous.

And if you're elected,
it'll be even more dangerous.

I know what I'm doing.

And I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't march in my parade.

There are some people who feel
that women

are only fit to amuse and serve.

You'll be sending an invitation
to every tramp,

every drifter,
every gunslinger...

Hi, Rena.

Vote for me?

Sheriff, casting my vote

is the first completely private
thing I've done in a long time.

If you don't mind, I'd like
to keep it that way.

sure.

Pretty quiet in town today.

Yeah, well, lots of fellas
are staying away

'cause they figure it's
healthier not to take sides.

And certain undesirable
elements have been advised

to stay home
with their enchiladas.

So you figure you
got yourself elected.

From the voters I've seen,
I'd sure say so.

Hi, Dan. Thinking of maybe taking
over the lucky devil tonight.

Oh, yeah?
What for?

What for?
Why, to do some celebrating.

well, sheriff, if you celebrate tonight,

you'll go down in history as
the best loser Charleyville ever had.

Take a look.

And now as representative
of the citizens' committee,

it is my great privilege
and honor

to pin this badge on Charleyville's
first elected officer,

our new sheriff, Lu Rogers.

Um, maybe you'd better do this.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

And now I'm going to fulfill
my first campaign promise.

The new sheriff's coming
down the street.

- She's headed this way.
- Well, we'll buy her a drink.

good idea.

Want me to go next door
and get her a chocolate malt?

welcome, sheriff.

Welcome to the lucky devil.

Mr. Jones, you're under arrest.

- I'm what?
- I said you're under arrest

for operating an illegal
gambling establishment.

- Lu, that's a little strong.
- Listen, Lu...

You ought to give him a warning,
maybe close him down.

There is nothing in
the law about warnings.

All right, what's the bail?

That'll be decided by
the court in Bisbee

- in two or three days.
- In the meantime?

You go to jail.

And you, Mr. Burns,

I want you and your
ex-deputy to get out of town,

and right now.

You aiming to get yourself
shot up a bit?

Well?

Now put your hands up.
You too, shack, put 'em up.

Rodriguez, take their guns.

Now get out of town,
both of you,

and never come back.

I'll be back, all right.

I ain't finished with you...

With any of you!

Lu?

He means what he says.

So do I.
Shall we go, Mr. Jones?

You know something, Aggie?

I got a feeling it ain't gonna
be safe to spit on the sidewalk.

You're right.

Lu?

Lu, I want to talk to you.

I said I want to talk to you!

Look, sheriff,
I know you're in there.

What do you want?

Now listen:

I know you had to keep
your campaign promises,

so you closed me down
and put me in jail.

But you got no right
to keep me here.

Law says I have.
You want to read it?

I know the law
as well as you do... better.

And bail or no bail, you can release me
on my own recognizance.

Ha!

Now just a minute.

Why are you doing this?
What's your real reason?

Page 87, inside column.

Let's have a look at that.

All right.

All right.

There it is, right there.

You know why you
arrested me, and so do I...

because of what happened
at broken river.

That had nothing to do with it.

You locked me up because
I kissed you

and because I
tried to make love to you.

Well, since when is that
against the law?

Mmm!

- Ahh!
- Oh.

Do you realize you're talking to
the sheriff of Charleyville county?

I realize more than that.

You've got enough courage
to be sheriff,

but not enough courage
to be a woman.

Oh!

Señora, something is wrong.

No, just a little bit
tired, that's all.

Rodriguez, would you mind staying
with the prisoner tonight?

If you wish,
but I thought you...

I can't stand being near him.

But señor Jones is not
a real criminal.

He is in my opinion.

Still he is behind the bars

and you have the keys.

I know I have the keys.
That's the problem.

You take them.

- Good night.
- Good night, señora.

Hello?

This is sheriff Rogers.

Yes, I've been waiting
for your call.

That's right. Well,
in the interest of a fair trial,

I believe Mr. Jones should
be moved to Bisbee.

Thank you. We'll deliver him
first thing in the morning.

What?

Well, in my opinion,
bail should be set high...

very high.

Hello?

Hello?

Lu, don't you go out there.

I'm warning you, don't!

Lu!

I'll take that.

Hey, Jess, how we doin'?

I got it all!

Now ain't you ashamed how you're letting
these poor people down, sheriff?

- All right, let's go.
- You all set?

- We got everything we can carry.
- Good.

How about your friend Dan Jones?

- Let him rot.
- Well, he's your friend.

All right, let's move out!

Get on that horse.

Oh, my arm!

Get on that horse
or I'll break it off.

Hyah! Come on!

Listen to me, all of you,

you're not going to
Las Flores on a Turkey shoot...

you'll get killed.
You'll get her killed.

We ain't sitting around
waiting for outside help.

I'm not asking you to wait.
I want you to let me out so I can help.

Maybe it's better if
señor Jones comes with us.

Las Flores is the worst border town
in the state of Arizona.

He's right. Now, Pat, will you open
this door and let me out?

I'm willing, Dan, but...

wait a minute.
Why is he so anxious to save miss Rogers?

Yeah, why are you so all-fired
worried about her now?

That's a right good
question, Dan.

Well...

They're waiting, Dan.

You think you can get
yourself to say it?

I just don't want to
see her get hurt, that's all.

Miss Trask, folks,

as acting deputy, I'm taking
it on my own responsibility

to release Mr. Jones.

Thanks, Pat.

Now look, we can't go
barging into Las Flores

without some kind of a plan.

Mrs. Rogers, are you
coming out here with that grub

or do you want
another going over?

Do what he says, señora, please.

There you are...

for you and the boys.

Do you have any preference
concerning us gentlemen here, ma'am?

Preference?

Certainly... hanging.

tortillas, enchiladas.

Tortillas, enchiladas.

Tortillas, enchiladas.
Tortillas, enchiladas.

Private party inside.

The name is Jones...
Dan Jones.

I think I'll be welcome.

All right.

Just in case you ain't...

Go ahead.

Hello, sheriff...

- Boys.
- what're you doing here?

Well, I'll tell you:

With my place closed down
and a jail sentence ahead of me,

I figured I might as well
join up with you.

Sometimes it takes a man
a long time

to find out what side
he's really on.

I always knew whose side
you were on.

hello, Mrs. Rogers.

- Nice to see you again.
- How'd you get out of jail?

Well, Rena's a little more
loyal than you are.

But I did think
you'd offer me a drink.

A drink for Mr. Jones.

He can get it himself.

Did you hear what I said?

Three fingers, ma'am,
with a little water.

Sit down.

- Let me have that.
- Thank you.

Back outside.

Before we head south,
we're gonna play a round of stud

to see who escorts the gal.

Like to take a hand?

No, thanks.
I'm a gambler, not a wrangler.

However, as a disinterested party,
I'd be glad to deal the cards.

Seeing as how you can make 'em
do anything you tell 'em,

I guess you really
don't want her.

Boy, she's a handful,
no doubt about that.

But I got to say the fellow
who wins Mrs. Rogers

is gonna find a lot
of tiger inside that kitten...

and with sharp claws too.

- There you are.
- Get me another drink, honey.

- Me too.
- Fill it up.

- Pass the beans.
- Leave some for me.

How much more do you want?
You had three plates already.

That's very good, Mrs. Rogers.

You might fix a round
of the same for the boys,

only you might make it
a little stronger.

Yeah, stronger.
Plenty strong.

Go on, honey.

Shack, get a deck of cards.
Let's get started.

Señora, get over here
and clean this table.

- Buenas noches, señor.
- What do you want?

We hear you have
little fiesta tonight.

Maybe you like we make
some música.

You wait out here a minute.
I'll see.

Comprendo.
We wait, sí.

now remember...
remember, everybody,

keep your eye on Dan and don't do
nothing till he gives the signal.

- Let 'em in. Let's have some fun.
- All right.

All right, send 'em in.

Come on, deal.

All right, come on in.

- Muchas gracias.
- Señorita.

Three, queen, nothing,

nothing, deuce, six.

All right, men, this'll
tell the story... last card.

Nothing, nothing,
pair of queens,

nothing, nothing,

possible straight,

pair of deuces.

All right, turn 'em up
easy, men.

Three ladies takes it.

Yahoo!

Little lady, you drew
yourself a real man.

One more time, one more time!

Hey, how about those drinks?
Let's go, honey.

Let's dance one more, señorita.

Mucho mucho!

Well, boys,
let's drink to the lucky man.

Hey, where are you going?

You're not getting away from me.

Let me go!
Help help!

Ahh!

Señora, señora,
por favor, señora.

Ooh!

Lu, are you all right?

I think so.

Lu, well, you got yourself
quite a haul.

- What?
- Look.

Must be a reward on
at least half of those fellas.

Reward? Oh, Aggie,
isn't that wonderful?

Oh! Dan...

Cissie, Tobey!

Mommy! Mommy!

Oh, baby.

Oh, so good to see you.
Oh, Tobey.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Did you have a good ride
on the train?

Oh, mother Rogers.

Oh, Lucretia, we're really
very proud of you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I'd like you to
meet Aggie and Pat,

my very dearest...

excuse me.

Dan,

where're you goin'?

I'm leaving Charleyville, Pat.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

The law might come after you.

- The law? For what?
- Desertion.

- Lu.
- Dan.

I feel kind of funny
proposing to the sheriff.

- Hi, Pat.
- Oh hi, Rena.

Shall we go have
a little ice cream?