Original subtitles

Hiya, pop.

Just a moment, lady. Who are you?

I'm Maisie Ravier, the chiffon girl.

What do you figure on doing in there?

They're writing my specialty into the show.

There ain't no show.

Frawley's frolics, I mean.

They folded up.

They folded?

Yep. Only lasted one night.

Nobody come to see them.

Couldn't compete with the rodeo.

Where'd they go?

You can search me, miss.

But look. They wired me. I got it right here.

"Can offer you $75 weekly if you can be

in Big Horn, Wyoming, Tuesday. Laverne Frawley."

That's the same fella.

But I paid my fare clear from Denver.

I was to get it off him.

That's too bad.

Too bad?

Why, it's...

What am I going to do now?

I only got 15 cents.

I couldn't say, miss.

Ain't much to do around here.

No, I can see that.

Laverne Frawley.

You'd think I'd know better

than to trust a guy with a name like that.

Well...

So long, pop. Nice meeting you.

Okay.

Say, bud, is there anyplace around here a girl can get a job?

Doing what?

Anything...

Within reason.

Say, you ain't a bad-looking dame, at that.

I'm too good-looking to be stranded in this cow town,

but I'm here, and I need a job.

Do you know anything about guns?

I know all I need to know about everything.

I rented this here equipment

figuring I'd clean up,

but I'm not making expenses even.

Business is fierce.

What are you kicking about? You ate today.

Say, with your looks,

maybe you can pep it up a little.

I'll galvanize it! How much?

5 bucks a week and a nickel

for every 4 bits you take in.

How does that hit you?

Right between the eyes, but I'll take it.

One round for a quarter,

but you don't leave them go at one round.

Before the one gun is empty,

you're handing them another one, see?

You say something like, "you're doing great, big boy."

Okay. You better let me handle the fascination.

These is all loaded and ready.

Check. Where do I put my things?

Over there.

Ha ha ha!

Watch the place. I'm going to get something to eat.

Bring me back a sandwich, huh?

What kind?

Barbecued pig, and take it out

of my wages, great heart.

Okay. Hey, what's your name?

Maisie, but you can call me miss Ravier

on account we're pals.

Ha ha ha!

Step right up, folks, and try your luck!

12 shots for a quarter!

Shatter the little duck into a thousand pieces

and win yourself a valuable prize!

Hey, mister, wouldn't you like to shoot?

Come on, bud. How's about it?

12 shots for a quarter. One dozen for 2 bits.

Aw, shoot.

Hey, Slim, how about you?

Come here, Slim. I want to ask you something.

I don't remember you.

That's funny. I don't remember you either.

How'd you know my name was Slim?

One guess.

Oh.

Hey, wait a minute.

Don't do that.

My, my, my. Mustn't touch, huh?

No. I don't like it.

Okay, okay. It's no treat to me.

Look, will you shoot a round?

Why?

Why? Because it trains the hand and eye

and steadies the nerves.

Come on, Slim.

I don't like shooting.

All the more reason.

Doing what you don't like to do

strengthens your character.

Look at me. I don't like the wild west,

and I don't like this cheesy carnival,

and I don't like asking a frozen-faced giraffe like you

to shoot a round of shots,

but I'm doing it, ain't I?

To strengthen your character?

Well, if you must know,

to earn a nickel so's I can eat.

Okay. Give me a gun.

All loaded and ready.

Hey! Never point a gun at a person like that!

What do you want to do, kill me?!

Oh, my first customer? Not a chance.

Another round.

You little dope.

Didn't I tell you not to do that?

Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Come on, shoot another round.

Not me. I'm getting out of here before I get killed.

Thanks.

Step up, folks, and try your luck!

12 shots for a quarter! One dozen for 2 bits!

Where's my sandwich?

Oh, I forgot.

Right this way! Shatter the little Clay duck into a million pieces

and win yourself a valuable prize!

Oh, uh, Maisie,

I'll get you that sandwich now.

Well, gee, thanks.

Step right up, folks, and try your luck!

Go boom 12 times and hit the little Clay duck...

I came back for my wallet.

Your wallet?

Yeah. I must have dropped it.

I didn't stop anyplace but here.

Where is it?

How should I know?

You saw me with it. You must have seen me drop it.

I did not!

Come on, sister, give.

What is this? I didn't take it. I ain't got it.

Will you give me that wallet, or do I have to search you?

You lay your hands on me, and I'll call the sheriff.

I'll lay my hands on you if I don't get that wallet.

Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Yes, ma'am?

What's the matter?

The lone ranger here has the nerve to say...

hello, Slim.

Hello, Cal. She took my wallet.

Is that so? Come along with me, young lady.

I didn't take his wallet,

you great big, long drink of water!

Where I come from, there's law and order!

You keep your hands off me!

There! Now I hope you're satisfied!

Alright. You can put your things on again.

I never stole a dime from anyone.

Go on! Get out of here!

Go on and report to your pals!

Find anything on her, ma?

15 cents, like she said,

and let me tell you, Cal hoskins,

the next time you have to search a girl like that,

you can do it!

No. I'll do it!

Looks like the girl's telling the truth, Slim.

It was most probably that shooting-gallery fella

like she said.

Yeah. I shouldn't have had her arrested.

I'm sorry, Cal. I got sore, I guess.

I don't like dames. They make trouble.

But, look, the kid's broke,

so let me have 10, will you?

Give it to her, and I'll send it to you tomorrow.

A free country, huh?

Dragging me around while great heart scrams with the money!

And he never brought me that sandwich.

Sorry you was put to any inconvenience, ma'am.

Sorry? Well, I should hope so.

If I wanted to do a striptease,

I could have stayed in Denver and got paid for it.

They couldn't find a trace of that Rico.

Looks like he showed the town a clean pair of heels.

Was that necessary? Oh, you said a clean pair.

All them rifles and stuff...

he only had them rented.

He took that $164 of Slim's and blew town.

That means you ain't got no job.

Yeah. I figured that out myself.

You'll have to get out of town, miss.

We can't have no unemployed around here

with no means of support.

You'll have to be out of here by midnight.

County council voted it that way.

I'm staying here.

No, ma'am, you can't.

I'd have to lock you up as a vagrant.

Then we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

You know any games?

You can't stay in Big Horn!

Tell me where I can go with 15 cents,

and a meal comes out of that!

Say, didn't I tell you? You got $10 coming.

From who? Santa claus?

Nope. That's the rule.

When we send anybody out of town, we give them $10.

Here you are.

Look, Sonny boy. No man calls me a thief

and then squares himself with 10 bucks or a million and 10!

If I find you around town by midnight,

I'll have to lock you up.

If I'm still in this dump by midnight,

I'll give myself up!

# Little Joe the wrangler, diddle dum #

# Lee da dum #

Careful, honey. You'll get a cinder in your eye.

Go on. Get back there.

# Ah diddle Lee #

Hiya, Slim!

Hi, Shorty!

Wait till you see what I got in the truck...

prettiest baby you ever set eyes on.

Yeah?

Come on out of there, you little beauty.

Come out and see your new home.

Thanks.

Why, Slim! You, of all guys in the world.

How'd you get in there?

Climbed in.

Come on. Get out of here.

I was doing okay till you came along with your phony arrest.

I had a job. You fixed that.

Now I'm on your hands, Sonny boy.

What are you going to do about it?

Ship you back to town first thing in the morning.

And get me thrown into jail? No, thanks all the same.

Well, you can't stay here.

Here.

I'll work for my board.

No work for you here.

I'll cook or wash dishes.

We've got a China boy that cooks

and 2 China boys who wash dishes.

There's a room made up inside.

Get in there and keep quiet,

and I'll see that you're put on a train

first thing in the morning.

I don't want any favors from you.

Only my friends can do me favors.

Oh, come on, Slim.

Be a sport. Give me a job.

We've nothing in your line.

On this ranch, we don't need any stripteasing or pocket-picking.

You shut up! I'll have the law on you!

That's libel!

Okay. I apologize. You didn't steal the wallet.

I wish you had. Then you'd be safe in jail.

Suppose you go inside and read a book

like a nice little girl.

You can read, can't you?

Read a book? I could write one.

First door to your right, around the corner.

Here.

Come on, get going.

What are you staring at?

Well, I...

Come on, help me with the calf.

# his saddle was a Texas kack built many years ago #

# with an "okay" spur on one foot lightly swung #

# foot lightly swung #

# and his hot-roll in a cotton sack #

# so loosely tied behind #

# and his canteen from his saddle horn was swung #

# his horn was swung #

# oh #

# oh, he said he had to leave his home #

# his pa had married twice #

# and his new ma whipped him every day or two #

# da-a-ay or two #

# so he saddled up old chaw one night #

# and let her shop his way #

# little Joe, he's trying to paddle his own canoe #

# his own canoe #

# little Joe was trying to paddle his own canoe #

# his own canoe #

Poor little Joe. Sing it again, boys.

# It's little Joe the wrangler #

# he'll wrangle nevermore #

# his days with a remuda, they are old #

Alright. Thanks.

# 'Twas a year ago last April #

# that he rode into our camp #

# just a little Texas... #

Alright. Break it up, boys.

We got a heavy day tomorrow.

Good night, Shorty.

Good night, Slim.

I want you to meet them.

Oh, and take her with you.

She can wait at the station till the next train leaves.

Meaning me?

Yeah.

I can hear, you know.

You're to be ready and packed at 8:00.

Where does this train go?

East.

That suits me fine. How far east?

$15 worth.

Don't worry, brother. You'll get it back.

If I can get out of this wide-open space,

I'll get a job, and I'll pay you back for everything.

Oh, I'm not worried about that.

I'm only sorry it isn't more.

Well, that's better. Thanks.

So I could be sure you were good and far away.

Hmm!

Shorty, Mr. and Mrs. Ames will have the big bedroom in back.

Alright.

If I'd only known they were coming...

I suppose if I painted it tonight,

it would smell kind of funny, wouldn't it?

Yeah, and give some people colic.

Mr. Ames is liable to have that anyway when he sees the books.

Say, if anybody could have made

this place pay last year, it's you.

You done your level best.

I did my best, alright,

but we've still shown a loss.

Heck, that wasn't your fault.

No, but written on the books,

it makes a short story...

and a dirty one?

Good night, Shorty.

Good night, Slim. Don't worry, now.

Everything will be alright.

Poor old Slim. He sure is upset.

That's a shame.

Yes, it is.

Mr. Ames could comb this whole country

and never find another manager like him.

Slim's the best there is, every way.

Cut it out, Shorty. You're breaking my heart.

Oh, don't be too hard on him.

Slim just don't like women.

No?

Something must have happened to him, I guess.

Well... Good night.

Hope you rest well.

Good night, Shorty.

Your room's over there.

Oh, relax. I want a match.

Looks like by this time tomorrow,

you might be out of a job yourself.

Better think twice about that $15.

You might need it.

Leave those alone.

Okay. I was only just...

yeah? Well, only just stop.

I like them that way.

Maybe I can get you a job in Chicago.

When I get back, I'll ask my friends.

I'll say, "anybody got a job for an out-of-work cowboy

with a stiff neck and a nasty disposition?"

The city would cut you down to size, alright.

You're a big shot out here bossing cows, but in Chicago...

You ever been in Chicago, Slim?

Yeah, I been in Chicago.

No kidding? Just to visit or...

What kind of language do you understand?

English and double-talk.

Well, I'm busy.

Will you get out of here, or do I put you out?

Okay. Okay. I'm going.

Gee, would you look at the stars?

You better take a last look at them.

You won't see them like that in Chicago.

Oh, yeah? I worked in a flash act once

where we carried our own backdrop.

It was black velvet covered with stars, thousands of them,

and every one done in real rhinestones.

Better than that out there?

Well, I'll take it anytime.

You would.

Hmm.

Say, how long's he been boss at the ranch?

Slim?

Yeah.

2 years.

Started out as an extra hand at roundup time.

Uh-huh. What's this Mr. Ames like?

Nice-enough fella for a city-bred man.

How about his wife?

Never seen her.

Oh.

See there?

Only herd of buffalo left in the United States.

Want to stop and take a look at them?

No, thanks. I'll take my buffaloes on nickels.

I'd...

Here's the money Slim give me for your ticket.

Oh, thanks, Shorty.

It's sure been a pleasure to know you, miss Ravier.

I never say good-bye, Shorty. I'll be seeing you.

Gee, I hope so, miss.

How do, Mr. Ames? Remember me?

Shorty, hello! Good to see you!

Sybil, this is Shorty.

He's worked for the bar o ranch for...

how long is it now, Shorty?

12 years, come next sheep-dipping time.

How do you do, Shorty?

And Mrs. Ames, I'm Maisie.

Mr. Slim thought you might be needing a maid

while you're on the ranch.

May I take these for you?

That's very thoughtful of Mr....

isn't that nice, Cliff?

Slim's a wonder. He thinks of everything.

The car's just around the corner, Mrs. Ames.

Boy, will you bring the bags?

Yes, ma'am.

You shouldn't have done that.

Slim's liable to skin me.

She liked it, didn't she?

He got a good Mark in the book for being thoughtful.

Oh, Mrs. Ames.

Mrs. Ames, there's the only herd of buffalo left in the United States.

Would you and Mr. Ames care to stop and look at them?

No, thanks. A hot bath

is more interesting to me just now.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, Slim! Here we all are.

Hey, wait a minute. What...

what are you doing...

hello, Slim.

Hello, Mr. Ames. Glad to see you back again.

Shorty, what's the idea...

Sybil, this is our ranch manager, Mr. Martin.

How do you do, Mr. Martin?

I understand it's you I have to thank for getting a maid for me.

Oh... well, i...

it's so thoughtful of you.

Here I imagined I was coming out to rough it

in the wild, woolly west,

and I'm met at the station by a maid.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Ames, if you'll give me your keys, I'll start unpacking.

Yes. Here they are. You have my jewel case, haven't you?

Yes, indeedy. Shorty, bring in the bags, please.

I'm going to bathe and change, darling.

Alright.

I guess you want to rest up a bit.

Think I'll take a ride over to...

no, Slim. I want to talk to you about something.

Oh. Right away?

Yes. There's some things I want to take up with you.

Alright. In the office?

Yeah. Let's go in there.

Well, I guess the monthly reports

were a bit of a shock to you, alright, Mr. Ames.

Monthly reports?

Yes, the earnings and expenses.

You see, we had a pretty bad...

oh, that. Listen, Slim, this is a holiday.

I came out here to forget financial reports.

You mean that isn't

what you came in here to talk to me about?

Certainly not.

I want to talk to you about something important.

Whew! Well, that's a relief.

Gosh, Mr. Ames. I thought you came out here

to throw me out on my ear.

Slim, you're crazy.

I'm not very good at saying things,

but I just wanted you to know how much...

Well, you're trusting me to run this ranch for you, under the circumstances.

Will you shut up, Slim?

I needed a ranch manager,

and I got a good one.

I've never regretted my choice.

Thank you.

Here's something you can do for me.

I'm very anxious for Mrs. Ames to like this ranch.

Our stay here has got to be absolutely perfect.

You know, back in New York,

a man gets wrapped up in business and...

Oh, sure.

Listen, Slim, I want Mrs. Ames

to have the month of her life out here,

everything just the way she wants it.

She's a fine rider and loves a good horse.

We're well fixed for horses, alright.

Remember that dapple-gray yearling

the last time you were here?

Yeah.

He's grown into a beauty.

Nice, smooth action, lot of go in him.

Fine. Let's take a look around.

Alright.

I got the trunk all unpacked, Mrs. Ames.

Shall I take everything out of the bags and put them away?

I don't know just where they go.

I don't either, Maisie. Use your own judgment. I hate unpacking.

Okay.

See who that is, will you, Maisie?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, it's Mr. Ames.

Come in, sweet. I'm just doing my face.

Hello, darling. Everything alright? Room and all?

Fine.

I thought afterwards perhaps we might, um...

Thought we might what, Cliff?

Sybil, will you be wanting Maisie for the next few minutes?

No. No, she can finish later.

Maisie, I'll call you when I want you.

Okay.

Sybil, come in here, please.

Why'd you bring that?

Why, Cliff, I didn't.

No?

No. Honestly.

Agnus packed for me. She must have put it in.

I didn't know it was in there. Really I didn't.

I hope not.

Cliff, please believe me.

Why should I have brought it along?

I don't know, because as I understood it,

the whole point of coming out here was to...

You told me you wanted to start new.

Oh, but I do. I do.

Every word I said to you back in New York was the truth, darling.

I admitted I'd been foolish, crazy...

But you brought me to my senses.

It's all over, darling.

It's got to be over.

You know how much I love you.

I hate to think what will become of me

if I cut myself off from you.

But I do know this... it can only be one way.

My pride makes anything else impossible.

Oh, Cliff, more than anything else in the world,

I want to stay married to you.

Help me forget I ever lost sight of that.

Alright.

Alright.

Don't be scared, honey. You're going to be alright.

Got shoulders just like your ma.

That's it. Help yourself.

Mrs. Ames said put a flat saddle on your best horse.

She's going riding.

I haven't got a flat saddle.

And she wants you to go along to show her the ranch.

Me?

Yes, that's right.

What's the matter with Mr. Ames going? I haven't got time.

Well, I wouldn't be knowing.

I only work here... Just like you.

Oh...

Hey, Shorty, come here.

Yeah?

How's the saddle?

Oh, fine. Say, tell me...

Cliff said something about the original ranch house.

Yes. It's still standing up by the north line.

I'd like to see it. Is it very far?

Another hour.

Good. Let's go up.

Alright.

Good morning, Maisie.

Oh! Oh, excuse me, Mr. Ames.

I didn't know you were in here.

How come you didn't go riding, too? Don't you like it?

I used to be a fair rider about 75 or 80 years ago,

but, well, I'm out of practice.

Ah.

Do you come from around here, Maisie?

No. I'm an actress.

I was supposed to be with the show that went broke.

Oh.

Um... Look, Mr. Ames,

there's something been worrying me.

Mm-hmm?

If I do this job okay, you don't care so much how I got it, do you?

No, of course not.

I got on the ranch accidentally.

Slim didn't have nothing to do with it.

He was sending me back east.

When Mrs. Ames got off the train,

I just took a chance.

Oh. Then Slim didn't hire you?

No. No, sir. That's just a lot of malarkey,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah.

When I saw how nice you were,

well, I wanted everything to be on the up and up,

even if you fired me.

I wouldn't fire you, Maisie.

It's nice to meet someone

who likes everything to be on the up and up.

Aw, gee, thanks!

It's very picturesque.

I wouldn't know about that.

Is it still used?

Once in a great while during a roundup.

Usually we drive the herd on down,

but if anything goes wrong,

we put up here overnight.

I'd like to see it. Let's go in.

It's not much to look at.

It's just a house.

Where's the herd now?

The herd?

Yes. You said something about a roundup.

By now, they must be 3 or 4 miles from here.

You're very trusting around here, leaving it open like that.

We don't lock up much.

It's pretty honest country.

This is it.

Men sleep in the bunkhouse, I suppose.

Yes.

And is this your private domain?

Yes. I bunk here.

Exclusive, aren't you?

No, not at all. Just isn't a good policy

for a manager to bunk with the hands.

Oh, I see.

Gee, I'd love a drink of water. I'm parched.

There's only the tin Dipper.

That's alright.

Okay.

Here you are.

Thanks, Slim.

Got a match?

You bet.

Mrs. Ames, when you and Mr. Ames got married,

he wrote me about it, and I wrote him back,

but I'm not so hot at saying what I mean in letters,

but now that I've met you, I want you to know how swell I think it is.

Thank you, Slim.

It's great to see Mr. Ames so happy.

I think the world and all of him.

Did I say something funny?

Funny? No, of course not.

Sort of surprised, that's all.

Sorry. I don't get it.

Your devotion to your boss...

don't see it very often.

Sounds like one of those

nice, clean, refreshing western stories.

Let's go back, shall we, Slim?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Now what?

I want a match.

Oh.

I wish the women in this world

would get themselves some matches and latch onto them.

Oh, keep the box.

They ought to hold you till you get fired.

"Have you got a match?"

"Will you give me a light?"

Someone else been asking you for a match, honey?

You got your match. Get out of here.

I really can't stay a minute,

but you almost tempt me, being so sociable.

But I want to tell you a couple of things.

I want to tell you something, too.

You pulled a fast one yesterday.

It just so happens Mrs. Ames went for the maid idea,

but the first time you talk out of turn, out you go.

Oh, yeah?

For your information, I told Mr. Ames all about it,

and he likes me, and I can have the job as long as I like.

You told him the truth, that you muscled in on the job?

Yes. I like him,

and I don't lie to people I like.

Well, I'm glad you told him,

but what I said still goes.

Do anything out of line,

and on that train you go.

Fair enough.

And I'll save a seat for you.

For me?

Yes. One of those matches you're so generous with might set fire to something.

Huh?

Watch yourself, my friend. That dame's dynamite.

Ah, ah, ah.

Temper.

Hicks, get me a seat on the afternoon plane to Chicago

and find out what kind of plane service they have

between there and a town called Big Horn, Wyoming.

Yes, sir.

And while you're about it,

wire the president hotel in Big Horn

to reserve a room and a bath for me.

Right away, sir.

Hello. Please reserve a seat

on the 6:00 plane for Chicago

for Mr. Richard Raymond.

# Early in the springtime, we round up the dogies #

# we Mark 'em and brand 'em and cut off their tails #

Hey, Tom, where's Jack?

Yonder he comes.

Come on, step on it, fellas.

We're going to a roundup, not a ride in the park.

We should have been out of here an hour ago.

# Whoopee! Ki yi yo, get along, little dogie #

# it's your misfortune and none of my own #

# whoopee! Ki yi yo... #

Hey, leave those oranges alone.

Get out of here! Go on!

# Whoopee! Ki yi yo... #

I guess that'll hold you!

Why Mrs. Ames need breakfast at 6:00, please?

How can anybody sleep in this noise?

Horses neighing, guys singing. Or is it vice versa?

Mr. Slim plenty happy this morning.

Yes. Some people have a funny idea of fun...

round up some cattle and drive them all night.

If that's something to sing about, I'm crazy.

Mr. Slim plenty glad to get away.

Oh, boy! Ha ha ha!

Get away from Mrs. Ames.

All the time... 1 week, 2 week, 3 week...

she say please. He say no.

He's plenty tired from running.

I think you better mind your own business.

Me, too.

Oh, oh, oh!

I think you do that on purpose!

Me, too.

Sybil.

Oh, excuse me.

How about getting to the roundup? You've never seen one.

They're having a roundup today?

Yeah, and driving the whole herd home tonight.

You'll get a big kick out of it.

Come on, get in your riding clothes.

Oh, no, Cliff. I really don't care about it.

Oh. Well, very well.

Maisie, tell Slim we're not going.

You bet.

Well, what do you want to do today?

Want me to drive you into town?

Big Horn?

Why on earth should I want to go into Big Horn?

Or why on earth should you want to be with me?

Oh, Cliff darling, I didn't say that.

I planned on going riding in the hills by myself,

but if you'd rather I wouldn't, I'd...

no. No, of course not. You go right ahead.

I'll be with you in a minute, Shorty.

Hello.

Hello, yourself.

Prepare yourself for a big disappointment, dearie.

The ameses aren't going.

You'd better prepare yourself for a right uppercut

if you don't stop being such a smart aleck.

My friend, life has prepared me

for a right uppercut and a double cross,

but up till now, I haven't been caught off-balance.

Say, you're looking better than when you first came here.

You got some meat on your bones.

Listen, I still weigh 112 dripping wet.

Well, it's distributed better or something. You look okay, kid.

By the way, a big change has come over you, too.

Yeah?

Yeah. You're almost human this morning.

Oh, I'm a prince of good fellows

when you get to know me.

I know 2 riddles and a card trick.

I can play a musical song

that makes tears come to your eyes.

I'm crying already.

Don't come too near the horses.

You're liable to get hurt.

Well, so long, Annie oakley.

Take care of yourself.

Don't worry, Sonny boy. I always have.

All set?

Okay. Let's go.

# Whoopee! Ki yi yo #

# get along, little dogies #

# it's your misfortune and none of my own #

# whoopee! Ki yi yo #

That's for you, you big, long, lanky drink of water.

Whoopee!

The 10 of clubs, 4 eights,

and rummy. I'm out.

You certainly got me that time,

and I'm stuck with 25.

How do we stand?

Oh, you're in terrible shape.

You owe me $1,130.

I certainly got to pull myself together.

1,130.

Yep.

That's $1.13.

I'll trust you. You want to quit?

Quit? I do not. I want my revenge.

Ha ha ha! My deal.

You know, I loaned a magician $4.00 once.

He never paid me, but he taught me this.

You think I got gypped?

Penny for your thoughts.

Hmm? Oh, they're not worth it.

I'll gamble. I'll pay a penny for them,

and you might find you done yourself some good selling them to me.

Say, what are you talking about, Maisie?

Oh, nothing. I guess I talked out of turn again.

Me being your wife's maid and all,

I never know my place.

Don't be silly.

You've been grand company these last 3 weeks,

my friend.

I'd just as soon confide in you,

but, well, there's nothing to confide.

Don't mind me.

I guess this big, bright western sun must have got me.

The country of goofs and gophers.

Deal them out and watch me trim you.

Okay.

Hey, we're in trouble.

Yeah. The wire's down, and the herd's scattered all over the place.

They're over into Thompson's land.

It'll take us 3 days to round up the strays,

not one. Hey, Shorty!

I want you to ride back to the ranch.

You stay there and send Jim up

with enough grub for 3 days.

5,000 even. Gee, I'm just shot with luck.

Hmm.

You know, when you stop to think about it,

I am pretty lucky, at that.

I mean, me getting this job and meeting...

well, the way everything's worked out.

What? Meeting a rummy player like me, huh?

Oh, I'm glad I met you, too, Mr. Ames.

Bless your heart, Maisie.

You're a grand girl,

and Slim's a swell fellow, the best.

I wish you lots of luck, Maisie, lots of happiness.

Hey, wait a minute. Slow up.

You're way ahead of me.

But he certainly was a lot friendlier this morning.

Here's Sybil now.

Gee! What happened?

Hello, Shorty. What brought you back?

Did you see anything of Mrs. Ames on the way?

No, sir. There's about 300 feet of wire down,

a big chunk on the north line.

Cattle all over the state, pretty near.

That's too bad.

Slim wants a station wagon sent up to the old ranch with 3 days' grub.

Told me to stay here and take care of things while he's gone.

I got to tell Lee.

Wait a minute. Who's driving the station wagon?

Jim. He's the only hand left.

Mr. Ames, let's you and me

drive the station wagon up.

Sybil will be back.

We've been sitting around all day.

I just thought the ride up might be a good idea.

Maisie, I think you've got something.

Shorty, we'll drive the station wagon up there

as soon as it's loaded.

We'll bring it back tonight.

That ought to work out alright, Mr. Ames, if you want to do it.

You know, we'll miss dinner.

So we'll miss dinner.

Alright. Get your coat.

He'd juggle, you see, and I'd handle the props.

I wore black silk hose way up to here... opera-length.

He said I dressed up the act.

I'm sure you did, Maisie.

We never played what you'd call the big time,

but we went over pretty good in some of them mill towns.

Ooh. Now I think back on it,

it was a pretty cheesy act.

Oh, Maisie. Slim's a lucky guy.

You're wonderful, you know.

You're honest.

Thanks, Mr. Ames.

Oh, look out!

Aah!

Oh, Mr. Ames, are you hurt?

I'm okay. Can you move, Maisie?

Yeah, I'm alright. I can move.

My arm's caught. Get help quick! Turn off the motor.

Okay. Here. Take my hand.

I can't move.

Oh, I bet it's awful. I bet it's hurting awful.

Just a minute. I'm trying to get out.

That's alright, Maisie.

Oh.

You can't do that, Maisie.

Don't try. Get help.

I can't leave you!

I'm alright. It's not so bad. Hurry!

I'd better try the camp, huh?

Yeah. That's not far.

Just 5 miles straight down the road.

I'll make it as fast as I can.

That's a good girl.

Ooh, ray, it's getting late.

I've got to start back.

When do I see you again?

A week from tomorrow?

No. Now, now. Don't spoil our beautiful day.

Beautiful day?

Crumbs for the hungry little boy.

What about those days I'm going to spend

in the president hotel in Big Horn

waiting to hear from you?

How beautiful do you think

those days are going to be?

Sybil, tell him you want a divorce.

No, I can't do that.

You won't.

Darling, I'm just being practical.

We're both used to easy living.

We'd miss it terribly.

We'd get on each other's nerves

living the way we'd have to on what you make.

There's no chance of his giving you a settlement?

Oh, I mean, not bringing me into it at all.

Just telling him you want a divorce.

He'd know I was going to you.

No, ray. We'll just have to go on like this, meeting when we can.

He found out in New York.

He'll find out again.

I'll manage better this time.

Come on now, stop sulking...

And kiss me good-bye.

Maisie!

Mr. Ames and me had an accident!

He's pinned under the car!

Is he badly hurt?

He can't move! Where's Slim and the boys?

Slim? Well, they're not here.

Somebody's got to help him!

He's laying there in the road!

You, come on! Don't stand there!

Alright.

Ray, are you crazy?! You can't! Cliff will know!

What do you mean he can't?!

The car turned over! The whole weight of it's on him!

He's laying there hurt! Come on!

You don't understand! He can't! He can't!

Here come the marines now. Slim will help me.

And you better put him back in his box!

Slim!

Slim, the station wagon turned over!

Mr. Ames is pinned under it! He's hurt pretty bad!

Where is he?

He's straight down the road 5 miles!

Get the Chuck wagon, Maisie.

Come on, fellas! Let's go!

Will you two go somewhere and relax? I'm alright.

You're all gathered around as if it was George Washington's deathbed.

Yes, young lady. You've had a bad few hours.

Oh, I'm okay.

Say, you do look a little green

around the gills, at that.

Why, it's the latest from Paris.

Everybody's wearing green around the gills this season.

Slim.

In my bag, there's a bottle of sedative tablets.

Give her one.

I'm alright, I tell you. I'm swell.

Shut up. You'll do as you're told.

What time is it?

Plenty sure 9:00, boss.

Wish Sybil were back.

I only hope nothing's happened to her.

She'll be along in a minute, Mr. Ames. Come on, Maisie.

Oh!

I hope Mrs. Ames is alright.

Mrs. Ames is alright, alright.

Here. Take this pill.

Do I have to?

You'll take it quietly, or I'll...

okay. I'm too tired to wrestle.

Here.

Hey, you're lame!

No.

Let's have a look at that leg.

I've already looked, thanks so much.

Is the skin broken?

No.

You must have thrown your hip out.

The way it feels right now,

I wish I could throw it out.

Alright, lie down.

What is this, amateur night?

There's a doctor right in there.

He's busy. I can fix it.

I've doctored plenty of horses in my time.

Go on. Lie down.

Something tells me I'm making a big mistake.

Grab ahold of the end there.

Ready?

Yes.

Ooh!

There you are, good as new.

Say, that is alright.

Well, can you imagine that?

Gee, Slim, you deserve a big kiss for that.

You were swell today, kid...

walking all that distance

in the shape you're in.

Listen, my shape...

shut up. I'm trying to give you a compliment.

You've got what it takes, Maisie... For everything.

If anyone rates a kiss, it's you.

Well, it's alright with me.

Gee...

That pill was supposed to quiet my nerves.

I love you, you know.

I never said that before to anybody.

Don't give me those big calf eyes.

You knew it. It happened... voom... right off.

Yeah. To me, too.

Well, for crying out loud!

You've been treating me like I was poison!

Yeah, I know.

I've been having a battle with myself these last few weeks.

Who won?

You know that old crack about the burnt chow?

Yeah.

Well, that's me.

Oh.

Who was she, Slim?

Back in Chicago, I worked in a market.

Worked my way up to head of the grocer department

with 4 clerks under me.

She was the cashier.

You and her didn't get married, did you?

No.

Whew.

That's a relief.

She didn't make much.

She had her whole family around her neck.

She was pretty.

Boy, she was pretty.

Well... she wanted good clothes,

you know, the way all girls do.

Yeah. She loved nice things, huh?

Yeah. She was dipping in the till, juggling the books.

They finally caught up with her.

I couldn't see her go to jail, that's all.

So I took the rap.

You went to jail?

Yeah, for a year.

Oh, I was tops with her, alright.

I was her hero.

She was going to be waiting for me

outside those big gates when they let me out.

Well, I should hope so.

Yeah, I hoped so, too.

Well, I got out, but she wasn't there.

I ran into her a couple of months later...

her and the new guy,

and that's when I made up my mind

that all women were poison.

Listen, honey, I'll talk you deaf, dumb, and blind,

and sometimes I'll make you so mad you'll want to kill me,

but I'll never lie to you, Slim, or cheat you.

No, I know that, Maisie.

It don't seem possible.

I've only been wanting this for a month.

Slim, I'm leaving here.

What do you mean you're leaving?

Yep. I'm pulling out tonight.

I'll go to that deluxe hotel in Big Horn,

and tomorrow you waltz yourself down there

because you and me are going to get married.

Now wait a minute!

I'll wait a minute but not much more.

I've been looking for you all my life, honey,

and now that I got you, you're not going to get away from me.

Alright. I want to get married, too,

but what's all this talk about leaving here tonight?

Because I don't like it here, that's why.

But, Maisie, this is my job.

Maybe I could get a couple of days off,

but we're coming back here, the two of us.

Alright, we'll settle that later.

Maybe in a week or so, things will be different,

but right now I'm checking out.

Tell Shorty to drive me to town, will you, honey?

And I'll go to my room and pack.

Now, listen...

no argument. I'm the boss.

Shorty told me Mr. Ames had an accident.

Yes. It's not bad.

The doctor just put his shoulder in a cast.

He's inside.

Mrs. Ames?

Yes. Is he alright?

Yes. He's been asking for you.

Cliff, they just told me.

I'm so sorry.

Where have you been?

I got lost, but never mind about me.

Are you badly hurt?

It's after 9:00. You've been gone all day.

I just told you, I missed my way.

I only found the trail about an hour...

what's the matter?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Go on.

Go on with what?

Well, I tell you, I got lost.

It's awfully confusing out in that open country.

There are no landmarks at all.

Well, Cliff, if you're going to doubt my word...

Well, honestly, if you're going to cross-question me about a perfectly simple...

how can we go on together if you don't trust me?

I don't know.

You're not yourself.

That accident's done something to your nerves.

Well, I won't put up with it.

When you realize how you've treated me,

you're going to be very sorry!

Big Horn 113.

Hello. President hotel?

Is a Mr. Richard Raymond registered there?

He's been out all day?

Oh, thanks.

No, no, no. There's no message.

Come in, sweetie pie.

Oh.

I'd like to talk to you.

The feeling is one-sided, I assure you.

Are you leaving?

You bet. My doctor told me

I must never live in a swamp.

I don't know what you imagine you saw today...

I have no imagination.

I know what I saw.

Well, for certain reasons,

I'd rather Mr. Ames didn't know anything about it.

"For certain reasons"? Ha!

I'll make it worth your while

to keep quiet about it.

You know, there's one thing I like about you...

you never surprise me.

You act just like I figured you the first day.

Listen, if I want to talk, I talk,

and if I choose to keep my mouth closed,

it's closed.

Did you say anything?

No, but only for one reason... I like Mr. Ames,

and knowing about you and fancy face

would just about smash up his life.

Well, that settles it.

Oh, no, don't go. I've only started.

Dumb as you are, how can you look at Mr. Ames

and then go off and meet little whosits on the side?

I don't have to listen to this.

Oh, yes, you do, dearie.

You're in a tough spot.

I got you behind the eightball,

and, boy, do I love it.

I got to know your husband pretty well these last few weeks,

and I'm here to tell you, he's a prince.

What could any woman want that he hasn't got?

He's rich and good-looking

and just a swell guy all the way through.

You sound so enthusiastic,

I'm surprised you haven't tried to get Cliff for yourself.

You think that's so crazy?!

If I was married to him, I'd get down on my knees every night

and thank him up there for giving me such a break!

My, my!

And he'd be better off married to me, too!

I'd be square with him, and I'd realize

I was getting the world dished up to me on a silver plate

and give value for what I got!

What are you trying to do,

change my life, improve my character?

Nah. That wouldn't do any good.

You're not kind enough or even smart enough

to make Cliff Ames a good wife... Ever.

Then aren't you wasting your breath?

No. I'm having the time of my life.

This is my lucky day.

That long-legged slimmy boy's going to marry me,

and I'm getting a chance to tell you what I think of you.

Boy, some fun.

I suppose you told your fiance all about this afternoon.

Guess again.

Then how did you explain your leaving?

I told him I didn't like it here.

Slim doesn't have to ask me questions

because he knows I'm on the up and up with him,

but I don't know how long

I'll be able to hold my tongue.

So do me a favor, will you, and go home.

Is that an order?

Why not? I'm in a swell spot to give orders.

Oh, and, uh, this is a suggestion.

Leave pony boy where the moths can get at him.

Oh, Mrs. Ames.

Can I talk to you about something?

Yes, surely.

You know, Maisie and I are going to get married.

So I understand.

Well, something must have happened today.

Maisie's set on leaving here.

This job means an awful lot to me.

You know what I think of Mr. Ames.

Yes. You told me.

Well, I'd like awfully well

if I could patch up whatever the trouble is.

Maisie's awfully quick-tempered,

and I thought... Well, maybe...

You and she had a run-in or something.

Was there anything like that?

No. Not that I know of.

Look, Mrs. Ames...

Tell me.

Tell you what?

Whatever it is.

I want to fix things up tonight if I can.

But there's really nothing.

Alright.

I'll get it out of Maisie right now.

Wait, Slim.

I think you should hear it firsthand.

I'm afraid I'll have to be brutally frank with you,

but Maisie's been carrying on

a flirtation with my husband.

Oh, no. No, that isn't so, Mrs. Ames.

I don't know whatever put a crazy idea like that in your head,

but it isn't true.

But I know that it is.

Maisie told me so herself.

Maisie told you?

Well, if she did, she was kidding.

I wish I could think so.

She told me she considered Cliff Ames

everything a woman could want in a husband.

Well, she's right.

She said she'd try to win him away from me,

that she'd be a better wife to him than I am,

and that she'd give him value

in return for his money.

Apparently, even when she was

with him day after day,

her campaign didn't succeed.

It happens that my husband loves me.

What else, Mrs. Ames?

Well... i imagine Maisie had been

so open about it all

that staying here, married to you,

what with Cliff and me still here,

was too embarrassing even for her.

Maisie told you this,

all this... Stuff about her and Mr. Ames?

Just now.

I'm so sorry, Slim.

Oh, Lee, make me a sandwich or something, will you?

I'm starved.

Hello, honey bunch.

Is Shorty ready to drive me to town?

Maisie, I... I was just talking with Mrs. Ames.

I'll bet that was fun.

And she said some things that weren't so good,

and I don't want to believe them.

Well, then, don't believe them.

Did you say that Mr. Ames was everything

that a woman could expect in a husband?

Sure. He is, too.

He's rich and good-looking

and a lot of fun when you get to know him. Why?

Did you say that you'd be a better wife to him than Mrs. Ames,

that you'd give him value in return for his money?

Say, Slim, what is this?

Did you say that, Maisie?!

You sound like the district attorney.

Answer me. I've got to know.

Sure, I said all that. What about it?

Well... did you feel that way about Mr. Ames

before you fell in love with me...

or before you said you were in love with me?

Slim, what are you thinking?

Oh, I don't know what to think.

After what we said to each other in there,

you could accuse me of running after Mr. Ames?

I'm not accusing you of anything!

No? Then what's the idea of the third degree?

I just wanted to hear from you exactly what you said.

I didn't want to take her word against yours.

If you loved me, you'd have laughed in her face.

You admitted just now...

admitted?! So I am on trial!

The rules I play by say if you love someone, you got to trust them.

I've got a right to come in here

and find out if something's true, haven't I?

That doesn't mean I don't trust you.

But you had to check up on it!

You had to find out if I was a chiseling gold digger!

Maisie, won't you try to see my side of it?

I got a bad break once, like I told you,

and something like that leaves a Mark on you.

If every double-crosser you meet

leaves a Mark on you, I'm a zebra,

but I can still believe the person I love

is honest and swell all the way through,

or can I after today?

No reason to feel like that about it.

Oh, isn't there?!

Thanks.

Hey, Shorty.

I want you to drive Maisie into town right away.

In what? We ain't got a car.

Use a truck.

Awful uncomfortable riding.

She came in it. She can leave in it.

You mean she's leaving for good?

Here. Give me that. Come on. Get started.

I want her out of here fast.

Oh, come in, Mr. Ames.

Are you going away?

Yes, but I was coming in to say good-bye.

I wouldn't go without that.

Why are you leaving, Maisie?

Ah, Slim and me had a fight, but that's okay.

If it hadn't happened now,

it would have been tomorrow or the next day.

It was in the cards.

Wasn't in the cards this afternoon.

Sure it was, but the joker was hidden then.

No, I just don't belong out here

where the spaces are wide

and the minds are narrow.

Say, Mr. Ames, you're not letting

my worries get to you, are you?

Don't you worry about me.

I've been thrown down as hard as this before,

or pretty near as hard,

and I always bounce back.

I'm not worrying about you, Maisie.

You'll have happiness and a lot of luck,

and you deserve it.

I wish somebody would put that in writing.

Will you drop me a card

once in a while, Mr. Ames?

I'd like to know how things are with you.

You can always get me in care of

the national vaudeville artists, New York.

Sure. You'll hear from me.

Thanks. I'd appreciate it.

Knowing you is the one break I got

in this country of the big high heels.

Well... so long, Mr. Ames.

Good-bye, Maisie,

and thanks for everything.

Come in. Hello, red.

Yes, Mr. Ames?

Say, go into Big Horn

and post this right away, will you?

Yes, sir.

And have a good time after you post it. I want it to go.

Sure, Mr. Ames.

Come in.

Hello, red. Hello, Slim.

Hello, Slim.

Mr. Ames, can I talk to you for a minute?

I know it's late, but it's important.

Well, what's on your mind?

I never thought I'd be saying this, but I have to.

I want to quit.

You want to find Maisie, don't you?

Yes, sir.

And then you'll be coming back here, both of you?

Well, I don't know. I hope so,

but right now I've got to find her

before she gets too far away.

I should never have let her go.

I acted like a prize idiot.

Don't waste time talking about it. Go find her, Slim.

You can make it right.

She's probably at the hotel.

I'll burn up that trail to town.

Good luck to you, boy, to both of you.

Thanks, Mr. Ames. I'll be talking to you in a couple of days.

So long.

So long.

Mr. Ames!

Mr. Ames!

He's dead.

Ah!

Take her out, Lee. Don't let her see.

Outside, Mrs. Ames. Outside.

Thank you very much, Mr. Higgins. Call again, please.

Paper, Mr. Ernie.

Listen, Maisie, when are you going to thaw out?

Looks like a late summer, toots.

You've been here a month pretty near.

I give you this job, I try to be nice,

and I have a nice little shop here.

Why don't you give me some time?

Sorry, Ernie. I'm fresh out of time.

I'll give you a manicure, though.

No. You give me this manicure yesterday.

Oh, gee, did I do that? I'm sorry.

I'll get onto the hang of it pretty soon.

But you don't have to be a manicure.

If you'd say the word...

let's see what popeye's doing today.

Maisie, I could do a lot for you.

I would do it, too.

You know, there are plenty of girls that...

ha ha ha! Wimpy certainly is a camp.

Yes, sir?

Shave? Haircut?

Manicure.

Maisie, gentleman wants a manicure.

Yes, indeedy. Coming right up.

Sit down, please. Thank you.

Nice, high Polish.

Say, ain't I ever held hands with you before?

You ever been in show business?

Remember a man who used to work a troupe of seals?

Short fellow with a mustache,

Hungarian fellow played carnivals?

Yeah, that's right. Remember one seal, kind of the star,

wore a rhinestone collar?

Yeah.

That was me.

Ha ha ha.

You're a fresh little dame, ain't you?

That seal was you. Ha ha ha!

Ouch!

Stole the wad and run out.

What?

And you didn't even bring me my sandwich.

Ha ha ha! Well, for crying out loud,

you were the little girl in the hat.

Yeah, and you were the greasy thief with the toothpick.

I never stole that wallet,

but I knew I'd seen you before.

It sure is a small world.

Yeah. Too small.

I was by that dead town last week. You'd never know it.

That killing sure woke it up.

What killing?

This rich fellow that owned the ranch.

You must have read about it.

Rich fellow?

Yeah. Ames, Amos, something. It's in the papers.

Ames? Mr. Ames killed somebody?

No. This cowboy killed him,

or that's what they claim.

Cowboy? What cowboy?

He was the manager. I forget his name.

You're crazy!

I'm crazy?

I'll show you if I'm crazy or not.

Here you are.

"Charles Slim Martin,

"now being tried for the murder

of his former employer, Clifford Ames."

There you are, black and white.

Maisie!

Mai-Maisie!

Hey, what happened to her?

If you ask me, she's nuts.

How do you do?

Shave? No, thanks.

A haircut? No, thanks. No.

I wish to speak to miss Maisie Ravier, please.

So do I.

Just tell her it's Mr. Bannerman

of the firm of Bannerman, Burke, and Caldwell, attorneys.

It's most important I see her at once.

I've had a very difficult time locating her.

She just lammed out.

I beg your pardon?

She run out of here like she was on fire.

On fire? Just now!

If you ask me, she's on her way

to Big Horn, Wyoming.

Lammed out? On fire?

Big Horn, Wyoming?

You don't deny, then, that you served a year in prison?

No.

For robbing an employer who trusted you.

Yes, but I served the time. They let me out.

Now let's review the actual shooting.

You went to Mr. Ames' room about 10:00.

Yes.

Red Donnen was in that room when you came in.

Yes.

You stated that your interview ended,

you went out to the barn to saddle a horse.

No one saw you leave that room.

No one saw you in the barn.

No, of course not. There was nobody around.

While in the barn, you heard a shot,

and you rushed to Mr. Ames' room.

That's your testimony, isn't it?

Yes.

You found Mr. Ames slumped over the desk.

Yes.

You ran to him, and I think you said

that the gun dropped from his hand

and you stooped and picked it up.

Yes, I picked it up.

That's how your fingerprints happen to be on that gun?

Yeah! Sure!

The cook Lee and Mrs. Ames testified

when they rushed in and found you

standing over Mr. Ames' body,

you said, "he's dead." Is that true?

Yes.

Not "Mr. Ames shot himself"?

No.

Mr. Martin, you're an intelligent man.

You're very familiar with courts,

with juries, with prisons.

Do you still expect these gentlemen of the jury to believe

that you did not shoot down Clifford Ames in cold blood

because you wanted his wife

and were greedy for his money?!

I object, your honor!

The prosecutor has no right to harangue the jury

under the guise of cross-examination!

Here, young lady, where do you think you're going?!

Slim! Slim, darling!

Maisie.

Remove that woman from the courtroom at once.

Wait a minute. I'm Maisie Ravier.

You got to let me tell what I know.

Your honor, please. I ask a brief recess.

This is an important defense witness.

Your honor, I emphatically object

to this melodramatic, theatrical, grandstand play

just made by the defense!

I assure the court I had no knowledge

that miss Ravier was coming here.

I tried to reach her by subpoena, but couldn't locate her.

The court is recessed until 2:00.

Just one more question, miss Ravier... is that your legal name?

No. My name is Mary Anastasia o'Connor

after my mother's favorite sister. Is he in here?

Yes.

Oh, Slim!

Wait outside, would you?

Oh, Slim, you must have lost 20 pounds,

and you can't spare it.

Oh, darling.

Oh, Maisie...

I'm glad you came back.

Looks kind of bad, honey.

How can it be bad? You didn't do it,

and I'm going to tell what I know.

I know plenty about Sybil Ames!

It won't do any good.

They've got me hooked, alright.

Oh, no.

And there's something I want to tell you, Maisie.

I love you with all my heart.

I always will, no matter what happens.

Nobody's going to take you away from me... Never.

Never! You'll see.

Now, miss Ravier, you testify that the late Mr. Ames,

when he saw the photograph

of his wife and the unnamed man,

he was, I think you said, "all upset."

Yes. He was, too...

did he, in your hearing, mention this picture?

No, but he called out to her.

He did not mention it,

so you don't really know

that this picture caused him any concern at all.

Sure I know!

How?

He was staring at it like...

that will do.

He didn't mention the picture.

You saw him looking at it.

Then you say that you saw Mrs. Ames

and this man of the picture

at the old ranch house the day of the accident.

You bet I did! And he's here now. Right there!

He was here when I come in. I saw him.

Did you tell Mr. Ames what you saw?

No, I didn't.

I thought too much of him to break his heart.

Did you tell anyone what you saw?

No.

So we have only your word?

Well, ask her!

If she's says no, she's...

I'll conduct the case, thank you.

You love Slim Martin, don't you?

Yes.

Would you lie for him?

Objection!

Objection sustained.

Shorty Miller testified that Slim Martin sent you away from the ranch.

He said, "get her out of here fast."

Had you quarreled with Martin?

Yes, but it was...

was Mrs. Ames the subject of your quarrel?

Well...

Yes or no?

Well, some things she said...

look, judge, I can't say yes or no!

It don't make sense that way!

The witness will answer the question.

Was Mrs. Ames the subject of your quarrel?

Yes or no?

Haven't you any sense at all?! Slim didn't do it!

That woman made Mr. Ames so unhappy,

he didn't want to live!

That's the truth! I'm trying to tell you!

Your honor, I submit to you.

You shut up and let me talk!

Your honor, now I'm going to tell.

Nobody told the truth... not Slim or me or anybody,

but I don't care what anybody says. This is the truth.

This is really the truth!

He wasn't in that room when Mr. Ames died. He was with me.

He wouldn't say so because he was trying to protect me,

but that's where he was! I tell you, he was with me all the time!

Maisie, stop it!

Let me tell! I don't care who knows! I won't let them kill you!

Maisie, they'll jail you. That's perjury.

Don't believe her, your honor.

She lying to save me, but I won't let her.

Your honor, in all my years...

Order!

Order! Order in this courtroom,

or I'll have the room cleared!

Hey, mister, where do you think you're going?

It's unusual, I'll admit.

You can't go in there.

I'll explain.

Wait.

Your honor, I am Mr. Bannerman

of the firm of Bannerman, Burke, and Caldwell, New York City.

But, my dear sir, this court is in session.

I realize that, your honor,

but I'm in possession of a letter which may be relevant to this case.

My firm are the attorneys for the late Clifford Ames.

Your honor, I object...

Go on, Mr. Bannerman.

4 days after Mr. Ames' death,

we received a letter dated and mailed on the day of his death.

I have it here.

Well, this merely mentions an enclosure,

a letter to miss Maisie Ravier.

I have that also.

We've been trying to locate miss Ravier.

I thought at first this letter might be purely personal.

My only instructions from my client

were to deliver the letter unopened.

I feel now, however, that it may be related to this case

since miss Ravier is a witness here.

Your honor, this is highly irregular.

I'm aware of that. Stand down, miss Ravier.

Get down from here, you mean?

Yes.

Yes, sir.

You will open and read that letter.

If it has no bearing on the case,

you will resume the stand, and this trial will continue.

Yes, sir.

Your honor, instruct this woman not to destroy this letter.

It may contain evidence for the prosecution.

Who's destroying anything?

I'm only trying to get it open.

Please excuse me, judge, for being so clumsy.

My nails are kind of long, you see.

I've been working in a manicure shop,

and sometimes the men like it that way.

I've been trying to do the best...

It says it here.

Look! Here it is! He killed himself!

Look, slimmy darling! He says it here! He killed himself!

Show it to his honor.

I ask your honor's permission

to put Mr. Bannerman on the stand

to swear that that is Mr. Ames' handwriting.

The clerk will first read the letter.

Your honor, the state has had no opportunity...

the clerk will read the letter.

"Bar o ranch. Dear Maisie,

"I think you understand better than anyone else how things are with me.

"I know now that I can never live

"and rid myself of the love I have for my wife.

"She married me for my money. She never loved me.

"But tonight I'll be free of it.

"It's a coward's way, perhaps, but the only way for me.

"I'm leaving you the ranch

"and enough money to keep you in opera-length hose for the rest of your life.

"I have to put it in legal language,

"but first let me say it very simply.

"You're to have the ranch and plenty of money to run it.

"I hope you and Slim will live on the ranch and be happy there.

I love you both."

Slim darling, you're free!

Your honor, the state moves that the indictment

against the defendant, Charles Martin, be dismissed.

Motion granted.

Well, fella, looks like it's back to the ranch for you.

I don't know about that.

The place has changed hands.

Have I still got my job, Maisie?

I can cook or wash dishes.

We've a China boy to do that,

but I can give you a nice job as husband. What do you say, honey?

This is what I say.

Yahoo!