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Kitty, that was only our second dance tonight.

People are liable to think that you're not my girl anymore.

No, they won't. You'll remind them, Joe.

And stop being so possessive. You're not the type.

Oh, it's Gabe.

What's the matter?

Joe, you'll have to take over for me tonight.

Jenny? She just died.

Jenny's dead.

Bill, will you see that Miss Bolton gets home all right?

Howdy, folks. I'm the Old Ranger.

Back in the 17th century, a poet wrote:

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,

nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

Now, that was just as true in Pima County, Arizona,

on May 3rd, 1888,

when two friends shot it out

in a deadly gun battle in the Tunnel Saloon,

in the frontier town of Florence.

The tragedy might never have taken place

had it not been for an unfortunate...

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Say, they tell me there's some pretty good fishing down below the bend.

Best time of the year for speckled trout.

Gabe, you've got to forget about Jenny.

I didn't know what living was all about before Jenny.

Life was kind of a habit, like breathing.

She made it all mean something.

But, Gabe, you and me, we've been through a lot of rough corners together,

and we always managed to pull through them.

You'll pull through this one.

Look. Look.

I've got a couple poles tied to the saddle.

Let's go hustle us some speckle.

I've brought along that fancy lure that you like.

You know, just might let you use it.

Well, guess I can't refuse that. Let's go.

Kitty!

Sure nice of you to drop by, honey.

Where's, uh... Where's Gabe, Joe?

And I thought you'd come to see me.

Well, this is business.

I want him to serve an eviction notice on the Toomeys.

Well, he's out of town, but could I take care of it?

Oh, well, he's familiar with it.

I think he'd better do it.

Uh, Kitty, how much longer for us?

Don't hurry me, Joe.

You know how much I think about you?

I've waited much too long.

Uh, when will Gabe be back?

Oh, sometime this afternoon.

I got Bart Skullet, I asked him to come over and check on some strays.

It's good for Gabe to be out of the office.

Why do you worry about him so much?

Gabe's taking Jenny's death hard, Kitty.

After all, they were gonna be married next month.

He'll get over it.

Then there's the election coming up.

Right now, Gabe doesn't care whether he gets re-elected or not.

All he's got is me.

Ask him to stop by my house when he gets back, will you?

Sure. Oh, uh, sweetheart,

I won't be able to take you to church next Sunday.

Gabe's sending me over to Coolidge about a subpoena.

What, again? Look...

why don't you have a little talk with Reverend Hirsch about the date, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, it's you, Gabe. Come in. Come in.

Thank you.

I'll take your hat.

Joe said you want an eviction notice drawn on the Toomey place.

That's right. They've got five kids, you know.

Mm. But they haven't paid a penny of rent in six months.

Yeah, well, uh, just take me a minute to draw up the forms.

Would you like a drink? I have some excellent sherry.

Thank you.

Aren't you having any?

I don't drink.

You know what happened to my father.

I keep wine and whiskey on hand just for my friends.

Well, if you'll just sign here and here,

that just about takes care of everything.

All right.

Is that all?

Yeah. Yeah, that's all.

Poor Gabe.

You really are taking Jenny's death very hard, aren't you?

I'd rather not talk about it, Kitty.

Oh, but you should talk about it, Gabe.

It's good for you. Get it out of your system.

And I'm a very good listener.

Jenny isn't the kind of a girl a man forgets easy.

You said "isn't."

She's dead, Gabe. You're alive.

You've gotta pick up the pieces and start over.

Not now, Kitty. Maybe six months,

a year from now, I'll pull out of this, but not now.

Oh, listen to me, Gabe. Jenny's a wonderful girl, a lovely girl.

Sure, people adored her, but...

I remember in school, she was a warm,

sweet, sensitive, wholesome farm girl.

But she wasn't for you.

That may shock you, but I mean it.

She wasn't right for you. You're heading for big things one day.

Why, you're intelligent, aggressive. People like you.

You could be a mayor or senator, if you like.

Jenny would've looked very pretty

in a calico dress, carrying a pail of milk,

but very awkward pouring tea for a governor.

That's enough, Kitty.

What you need is a woman... a woman who can help you.

One who's had breeding and education... and money.

Someone like you. Someone like me.

Oh, don't grieve for her, Gabe.

Don't you see it's the best thing that ever happened?

It was a... a blessing.

Why, you little...

You've got a lot of gall to talk about any other woman.

Jenny cared about only one thing... me.

She was the kindest, most gentle...

And what would you know about kindness and consideration?

All you've ever cared about is yourself. Oh, listen...

No! It's time somebody told you!

Your own father wore his heart out grubbing for gold

so he could buy you anything and everything.

But he drank himself to death because his own

precious daughter was ashamed of him.

He wasn't good enough for her, no.

Even though he bought all this breeding and education.

That's enough. I've watched you since you were a kid.

Lording it over everybody,

and taunting men and teasing them into fights.

Now Joe. You've got him all mixed up inside.

You're a leech, Kitty, sucking on everything and everybody around you,

not caring about anything or anybody,

except your own miserable life!

Oh! Now listen.

Even when you were a kid, you were hated.

Remember what they used to call you?

Grub cat. Ugghh!

Get out! You were right about one thing.

You were right about Jenny.

She was just a simple girl in a cotton dress.

But you, you're nothing but filth!

Filth in silk and fancy lace!

A grub cat.

Hey, Gabe!

Kitty!

What in the world's happened?

Oh, Joe! Kitty, honey, what's the matter?

I saw Gabe leaving.

What he said to me.

Oh, he most likely was upset because you evicted Toomeys.

Don't mind him, honey.

He just doesn't know what he's doing nowadays.

It wasn't that.

Just what did happen, Kitty?

Nothing.

What do you mean, "nothing"?

Oh, let's forget it, Joe. Gabe's your friend.

Well, what's that got to do with it?

I don't ever wanna tell you what happened.

I know what Gabe's friendship means to you.

I don't wanna say anything that will spoil it.

Gabe, what happened over at Kitty's?

Nothing. What do you mean, "nothing"?

She was hysterical. Glasses broken all over the place.

Look, Gabe,

I know you've never taken to Kitty,

but, well, she's different.

She's like a fine horse that ain't broke yet.

She'll simmer down one day.

Look.

I even bought her a ring.

Joe, you wanna marry that girl, that's your business,

but leave me out of it.

Whoa, boy.

Sure is pretty country, ain't it?

Joe, how long will Gabe be in Tucson?

Oh, he's just gonna deliver that prisoner.

He'll be back in time for the election.

It is kind of nice up here...

with you.

Look.

Had that sent all the way from San Francisco.

Nice, Joe.

Real pretty.

But...

Don't you know why I've been putting off our marriage, Joe?

No.I've been waiting,

hoping you'd get some gumption

to make something out of yourself for me.

For us.

I want the man I marry to be somebody important,

not second best.

You could be sheriff of Pima County.

Me? Sheriff?

Why not? Everybody likes you.

You do a good job.

Yeah, but to run against Gabe?

No, Kitty, I don't kid myself.

I could never do the job, never could handle it the way Gabe does.

You know, he's got schoolin', sheepskins and everything.

Oh, stop running yourself down.

You're every bit the man he is.

I've got money.

We could start a campaign.

Put up posters all over town.

We could do it, Joe.

I wouldn't have a chance. Gabe is too well-liked around here.

There are ways.

But Gabe's my best friend.

But I'm your girl.

Who's more important? I mean, Gabe and me, we...

What makes you think he's such a good friend?

Why do you think he always sends you down to Coolidge?

You've been blind about Gabe, Joe.

Haven't you ever seen the way he looks at me?

Don't make me have to tell you

what happened at my house the other day.

I didn't wanna tell you, but...

I know what he means to you, but I should mean more, Joe.

Don't I? Don't I mean more?

Yes.

Yes, you do, Kitty.

Welcome to our party, Sheriff.

We're celebrating my victory next Tuesday.

You wanna drink to that?

Huh?

Set 'em up, Pete, all the way around.

Make sure my friend, the sheriff, gets one too.

You're gonna need a drink, Sheriff,

before I get through with you.

Hi, Gabe.

Where'd he get all the money, Pete?

Miss Kitty Bolton. She's his campaign manager.

She's had Carlo putting up posters all over town.

Well, drink up, boys.

Not every day we see an election campaign like this.

Might as well make the most of it.

What's got into you all of a sudden, Joe?

You've been making a fool outta me, Gabe.

What are you talking about?

I know why you've been sending me to Coolidge.

To get rid of me!

Went over to Kitty's house the other day...

A couple of you guys give me a hand with him.

You're smart, Gabe. Real smart.

Throw me in this jail here a day just before the election.

I didn't throw you in jail.

I brought you down here so I could keep an eye on you while you slept it off.

You can't keep me in here. Let me out!

You can walk out any time you want to. That door isn't locked.

Joe, you know, it's time you and I had a talk.

That woman's got you all confused.

Not anymore, Gabe.

I'm just beginning to find out what you're really like.

478.479.

480.

481.

482.

Ladies and gentlemen,

by a majority of 482 votes,

the citizens have elected

the new sheriff of Pima County.

His name...

Peter Gabriel!

It doesn't make any difference, does it, Kitty?

Get down.

What?

I said, "Get down!"

Kitty!

Get down!

Kitty! Kitty!

Kitty!

Congratulations.

Hey, Joe! Thank you. Thank you.

Joe! Thanks again.

Thank you.

Joe!

What do you want?

You're coming with me to find Joe.

Oh, get out!

You listen to me!

You're coming with me, and you're gonna tell Joe the truth!

You're gonna tell him how you lied and why you lied.

You're hurting me.

For the first time in your miserable life,

you're gonna do something for somebody else.

I'm not interested!

You're not gonna do to Joe what you did to your father.

I don't wanna hear any more! You're gonna hear me!

You're coming with me, and you're gonna tell him the truth,

and then you're gonna leave him alone.

Oh, I hate you!

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,

I hate you, I...

Maybe if you hated yourself a little bit, you'd be a better woman.

You know, I could almost feel sorry for you.

You're pathetic.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on!

Whoa.

Come on.

Stay there.

Pete, you seen Joe Phy?

He was in, bought a bottle and left, but I haven't seen him since.

Well, Gabe,

looks like you've won the whole kit and caboodle.

Kitty's got something she wants to tell you, Joe.

I bet she has!

You got yourself a sheriff, win or lose, huh, Kitty?

That's not it, Joe. You listen to me.

Gabe, you've made a fool out of me for the last time!

Joe, listen to me! You're...

Get over there! Oh!

For the love of God, man, listen to me.

Oh!

Throw out that gun, Joe!

Joe...

Gabe...

it hurts so...

On May 4th, 1888, in Pima County, Arizona,

a coroner's jury ruled that Sheriff Peter Gabriel

killed his deputy, Joe Phy, in self-defense.

Eventually, he recovered from his bullet wounds,

but there were some wounds from which Gabe

and the woman called Kitty

would never recover.