All language subtitles for 27 - The Nellie Jefferson Story

What in the world are you putting in that jar, Pete?

Axle grease.

What do you try as beads?

I think you put roach powder in them.

There's no doubt about it.

His cooking is really getting worse.

Charlie, what in the...

Shh.

He'll come around in time.

Just leave him alone.

I think he took too many hits on the head.

No.

Not the head.

I think he took too many hits on the head.

No.

Not the head.

What do you suppose happened up there in the hills?

Well, if Charlie's ready to tell us, I think he will.

I think I have a rough idea.

It was a year that had something for everybody.

For Sam Grant, there was a nomination for president at the Republican Convention in

Chicago.

For Andy Johnson in Washington, there was a trial for impeachment that came within a

single vote of conviction.

For us, working our way west through the Fort Shelby country, there was the granddaddy of

all stampedes.

They ran like they'd never seen lightning before.

When the day was over, we were 20 heads short, which brought us into the high-flying gold

camp of Golconda, hunting for stock.

At the same time, Nellie Jefferson, the one and only Nellie, hit it on her cross-country

tour.

I'm sorry, folks.

There she comes.

Nellie Jefferson herself.

It's hard to believe, ain't it?

She's performed for three presidents, you know.

You an expert on Nellie?

Well, everybody knows that.

Are you going to buy a ticket to the show tonight?

I'd rather have a ticket for 20 head of horses.

All right.

Get it moving.

We turn left here.

Yes, sir.

Will you get out of the way, please?

I've got to get through here.

All right.

Come on now, folks.

Come on.

Let's give them a little room.

Come on.

Will you please get out of the way?

I've got to get through.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Be charming.

Say hello to the clown.

Hello.

Hot.

Just like that.

Hello.

You want me, Miss Jefferson?

You know where to find me.

Thank you, Marshal.

You've been very kind.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Now, who's that?

No idea.

I'm a stranger here myself.

Uh, George Knight, St. Louis courier.

I'll be with you on the rest of the Jefferson tour, if any.

What do you mean, if any?

Well, I understand.

Prince Carl of Bavaria is buffalo hunting north of here.

Well, good for him.

I wish him luck.

Well, how about Miss Jefferson?

Hunting ought to be pretty good for her, too.

She's booked in a dozen theaters between here and the west coast.

With the prince all alone up there in the mountains, 50 miles away?

She wouldn't pass up a strategic opportunity like that, would she?

You can tell your readers that Miss Jefferson and the prince are just good friends.

Marriage has not been discussed officially or otherwise.

Thanks, my boy.

Someday you'll own the paper.

Nellie?

Nellie, open up.

Go away.

What do you mean, go away?

Nellie, open up.

Let me in.

Nellie, what's the matter?

Nellie!

Nellie?

Nellie, let me in.

Hey, I ran into a trader in town.

He's got a carrel full of horses.

They'll gouge us deep in a boom town like this.

Well, we got no choice, Chris.

Well, let's go.

You get the supplies.

I'll go make medicine.

All right.

Those the best you got?

Yeah.

Not so good.

If you don't like them, try somewhere else.

Any other horses in town?

No.

Then what do you mean, try somewhere else?

Well, there's a horse trader up at Fort Shelby.

Four or five days by wagon.

You might could try him.

I don't like to sell a critter to a man who ain't got no confidence in their ability.

Ain't fair to the critter and ain't fair to the man.

What do you think about Nellie Jefferson coming here?

Bet you never expected to find her in Golconda, eh?

Sure didn't.

They tell me that she's quite a gal.

Wait a minute.

What about these horses?

Oh, forget the horses.

Someone else will come along and buy them for sundown, most likely.

You think it's true what it says here about Nellie and that European prince feller?

Well, I wouldn't know.

Now, can we talk?

Charles, his name, from Bavaria, wherever that is,

he wants to take her off from the stage and commit matrimony with her.

How much do you want for the horses?

Thought you wasn't interested.

I'm lukewarm.

How much?

$50 a head, and don't tell me it's too much.

It is too much, but I'll pay it.

We'll go into your office and I'll write you a check.

Uh-uh.

No check.

Cash.

Oh, that's all right.

I've got all the credentials you could ever want right here.

Can't spend credentials.

Cash.

Well, 20 times 50, that's $1,000.

I don't think I'm carrying that much.

Then the horses will wait for someone who is.

Now, wait a minute.

You can telegraph my bank in San Francisco.

Can't spend telegraph either.

Cash.

Cash.

Cash.

Bye, I'm Christmas.

He's a hard man.

You stay here, and if anybody tries to buy those horses,

you hold them off with a six gun.

I'm going to the bank.

All right.

Bye.

I'm sorry, folks.

It's unavoidable.

Miss Jefferson is ill and there's nothing we can do about it.

But you'll all get your money back.

Just return your tickets to the cashier.

Ain't that a shame, though?

I hope it ain't serious.

It can't be, though.

I saw her not more than an hour ago,

and she looked just fine, just like her picture there.

I talked to her, too.

She got caught in a crowd out there in the street.

I had a long talk with her.

Miss Nellie Jefferson herself.

She was no more than 10 feet away.

She looked just fine, just like her picture there.

Except when she had more clothes on.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm going to the bank.

What?

Gee, I hope it's not serious.

She was real nice to me, you know.

Talked to me just as nice as you please.

Pig!

You're a greedy mercenary pig, that's all.

You are a pig!

Will you shut up and let me talk?

I'm sick of your talk.

I don't care.

You're going to listen to me.

You're going to hear me out.

Let me go.

I said listen to me.

All right, go ahead and scream.

Scream your head off.

There's a guy downstairs from a St. Louis newspaper.

I'll invite him up to watch.

Why don't you leave me alone?

When you come to your senses, I will.

I told you, my mind's made up.

You can't just walk out.

You got 14 weeks of theater commitments.

You're on paper $50,000 worth.

I've got $50,000!

Pay him off!

Are you out of your mind?

I'm thinking better than ever, thanks.

I ought to turn you over my knee.

I am not a child.

And I'm not a piece of merchandise that you can peddle to any theater, 10% or no 10%.

Why don't you ever get your lousy commission for once?

Stop talking like a gutter snipe.

I'll talk any way I please!

I'm through with this store!

What happened down on the street?

Who's that big gorilla?

Nobody you know.

What's he got on you, Nellie?

That is my business.

Now, you listen to me, Bart Haskell.

You're working for me, you understand, not the other way around.

You're a flunky.

You take your 10% and you attend to the details.

And when Nellie Jefferson makes up her mind, you don't talk back.

You say, yes, ma'am, and you do what you're told.

You got that straight?

You got that through that door?

You got that straight?

You got that through that thick skull?

Nellie, for the love of my...

Oh, shut up.

Well, you can't play sick forever.

What do you think you're going to do, walk down to the depot tomorrow morning, just climb on the stage?

You'll be mobbed.

I'm going up to Fort Shelby.

There's no line running up there, or you're going to hire a hack.

Bart, look.

That little man with a beard down there.

He was riding the lead wagon on that train we ran into.

It's a shame they had to call off that show.

I hear it was a humdinger.

Aye, it was that.

It was a show for a fact.

How does she ride that horse up that mountain?

How do they do that inside of a theater?

Ah, they can do it.

They can do anything they put their hands to.

The devil's an ingenious, clever man.

Who?

The devil.

Is he in it, too?

Ah, he is.

He's...

He's the progenitor, the prestidigitator, the architect of it all.

From Alpha to Omega.

The evil, invisible genius.

The unannounceable, omnipotent, plenipotentiary at each and every performance.

Pulling his devilish strings, making her dance to his tunes like a marionette.

Who are you, mister?

Oh, I knew her well.

Well, I do, too.

I guess I told you I talked to her out in the street.

Talked to her just like an ordinary woman.

She's no ordinary woman, my friend.

Huh?

She's a queen.

Ah, you mean a princess, don't you, if she married that...

The queen of darkness like Jezebel.

A worshipper of Baal.

A forsaker of the way of righteousness.

She's up there.

In the hotel.

With the devil at her elbow.

And it shall happen, even unto her.

What'll happen?

The whole house of Ahab shall perish.

And the dog shall eat Jezebel.

And there shall be none to bury her.

Huh?

Hey!

Excuse me.

Are you the fellow on the wagon train?

Well, I'm one of them.

My name's Haskell, Miss Jefferson's manager.

Miss Jefferson's manager, huh?

Yeah.

Mr. Haskell, I'm mighty happy to meet you.

You know, I had a long talk with her out there in the buggy this afternoon.

Yes, I know.

Look, let's find someplace to talk.

I got a business proposition for you.

Oh, fine.

Hey.

Think she'll go for it, Chris?

She's not throwing her hat in the air.

She'll probably want India rubber tires put on those wheels.

If I were you, I'd...

Never mind.

Miss Jefferson?

What do you think of it?

Is this the best you can do?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

We're lucky to have an extra wagon.

The fellow quit us near here to go up to the mines.

Otherwise, we couldn't accommodate you at all.

You mean he came all the way from St. Joseph in this?

Well, a lot of people are doing it nowadays.

To know her is to love her.

That's what they say.

I read that a short time ago.

Exactly that.

Them same words.

Well, what do I sleep on?

Strong tick, ma'am.

We didn't hardly have time to shop for feather beds.

This is a one-class train, Miss Jefferson.

We don't have luxury accommodations.

You don't have to tell me that.

Well, what about extra blankets?

It'll be cold going over the pass.

No pass between here and Cottonwood.

Who said anything about Cottonwood?

I'm going to Fort Shelby.

Well, I must have misunderstood.

We don't hit within 30 miles of Shelby.

Well, then you're just going to have to

change your plans, Mr. Hale.

I made it perfectly clear to Mr. whatever his name is.

Wooster, ma'am.

Charles B.

Mr. Wooster, that I was going to Fort Shelby

to join Prince Carl.

Well, I figured Miss Jefferson and me

could go along to Clearwater Creek.

Then we could head north to Shelby, there, alone.

And I could bring the horses back to you at the junction.

And you wouldn't lose one minute's time, Mr. Hale.

It'd be nice if you'd let me in on your plans.

Now, on the other hand,

I'd like you to let me in on them.

The lady's satisfied with her accommodation?

She's seen better.

I think Miss Jefferson's a little too rich for our blood.

She'd better look someplace else.

I wouldn't be too hasty.

That horse trader wasn't kidding.

You talk to him?

There's another barista in there with $1,000 in his hand.

In fact, you've got one hour to make up your mind.

The bank would only let me have $500.

That puts you in quite a spot.

Uh, Mr. Haskell.

All right, we'll take her.

Good.

You'll have to buy the wagon and get rid of it in Shelby

and with her ride the horses back.

It'll cost you $500 cash.

We got a deal.

You're, uh, getting on very cheap.

I know it.

Well, as soon as I get packed, Chris,

I'll show her off.

I'll see you in five days at, uh...

Yeah?

Pray for us. Nightly.

Nightly.

Bill.

Thank you.

All set, Bill?

All set, Chris.

Wagons!

Ho!

Come on, move them out!

Come on!

Here we go.

Not bad, is it?

Come on, folks.

All right, cheer up, Chris.

It's not that bad.

I'd rather take on a pack of Comanches.

Yeah, but look at the bright side.

Think of those 20 wind-blown horses she bought us.

I'll never forget it.

Come on, Bill.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Booster.

Yes, ma'am.

How long does this go on?

What, ma'am?

The dust. I'm about to die of suffocation.

Oh, you'll get used to that. It won't bother you.

Why?

Well, it's generally pretty dusty all through this country this time of year.

But if we're lucky, we'll get a rain and wet it down for a spell.

Well, I have no intention of waiting for a rain, Booster.

Let's go to the front of the line.

Oh, I can't do that, ma'am.

Why not?

Rules.

You see, we start at the back of the line and we rotate one wagon at a time to get up to the front.

Even if I die of suffocation, is that it?

Oh, you won't die of suffocation. You'll get used to it.

Well, I'm afraid I have no intention of getting used to it.

Booster, if we can't go to the front of the line,

we'll just stop here for a while and let the others get ahead.

I can't do that either, ma'am.

More rules?

I'm afraid so, ma'am.

There just isn't much you can do, is there, Booster?

Well, it ain't much like riding in a carriage, Miss Jefferson.

But you'll get used to this dust.

Booster.

Yes, ma'am?

Pull up.

I can't, ma'am.

I'm telling you to pull up.

Whoa!

Now, we'll just stop here for a while.

Are you waiting for someone, Mr. Wooster?

No.

It just got a little dusty back here. That's all, Bill.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

Charlie, you know better than this.

Come on and get that outfit back in line and move out.

I told him to stop.

Miss Jefferson, I'm sorry about the dust.

There's nothing we can do about it.

But we can't have stragglers.

Now, come on, Charlie, and let's get going.

Hey, Billy!

Hey, Chris!

Old Charlie's falling behind. You better hold him up.

I'll hold him up!

It's gonna get rolling.

I expect so.

Where are you going, Homer?

Fishing. Where do you think?

You get back on your wagon. We're pulling out right now.

Nah. Pa said that woman's got us all worked.

We'll be here a long time.

You tell him what I said.

Sure did.

The trouble with you is, Wooster, you've got no backbone.

Yes, ma'am.

A boy like that gets unreasonable,

you just stand up to him, that's all.

He wasn't unreasonable, ma'am.

That depends upon your point of view.

Are the wildflowers always this pretty along here?

Oh, I never noticed.

That's because you never took the time to look, Wooster.

I never noticed.

I never noticed.

I never noticed.

I never noticed.

I never noticed.

That's because you never took the time to look, Wooster.

You stayed at the tail end of the line

and choked on the dust.

Yes, ma'am.

When you two are ready,

we'll get the train moving again.

Well, that will depend entirely upon you, Mr. Hale.

We'll go when you move us up to the front of the line.

Miss Jefferson,

a wagon train runs by rule,

just like an army.

Mr. Hale,

I didn't pay $500 to join the army

or to suffocate in the dust, either.

Well, I'm sorry, miss.

You travel with us, you follow the rule.

Well, then we really have no problem, have we?

We just won't travel with you.

We'll just stay behind.

We'll stay behind.

We'll stay behind.

We'll stay behind.

Thank you.

We'll just stay behind and go by ourselves

like we wanted to in the first place, isn't that right?

We can't do that, we can't.

Well, why not?

We're going to leave them in clear water anyway, aren't we?

I'm responsible for you until you get there.

Nearly 300 people have lived by these rules

for over 10 weeks,

and I'm not about to make an exception for you.

Now, that's enough of the flower picking.

Get on the wagon and we'll close up.

No.

Please, ma'am, please, please.

No.

All right, Miss Jefferson.

We'll hold up the wagon train

until you change your mind.

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face.

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek

for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

You like that, Wooster?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I'm going to have to play Juliet for the prince.

You think I'll make a good Juliet?

Yes, ma'am, sure.

He's very fond of Shakespeare

and I've never done it before.

I'm going to have to play Juliet for the prince.

You think I'll make a good Juliet?

Yes, ma'am.

You couldn't move her with a parrot gun, Chris.

You might as well face up to it.

Not bad, huh?

Very good, Homer.

Gonna give these to Ma,

then go back and catch me another mess.

I'll be here for days.

There.

This is a lot better, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

Chris, don't forget those 20 horses.

I haven't.

Oh.

Hard to read with the jolting.

I've been trying to get all the smooth spots.

You don't waste words, do you, Wooster?

It's like they don't have much to say.

Well, you might mention what a lovely day it is.

Wonderful warm sun,

clear sky,

beautiful flowers.

I think all that's worth saying, don't you?

Oh, to me it wouldn't sound like that.

Anything I got to say wouldn't interest

a beautiful lady like you anyway.

I don't know.

I might be fascinated.

Ah!

What are they?

Quail.

Quail?

Yeah, ain't you never seen no quail before?

Only on toast.

You ever been to New York, Wooster?

No, ma'am.

There is a restaurant in New York

that serves the most marvelous quail

on toast in the whole wide world.

Pickles?

Monaco, Delmonico.

That's it?

Have you been there?

Yes, I have.

What's it like?

Why are you so interested?

Oh, just curious, I guess.

You know, I've never been to New York

and I just wonder how the high-class chefs

or cooks, whatever they are, prepare their grub.

Just curious, huh?

Yeah.

Miss Jefferson wouldn't be

complaining about her grub.

Oh, no siree.

She wouldn't dare.

You set the Dutch astray, huh, Charlie?

You're doggone right I did.

Anybody rides on my wagon

eats five meat and beans

off my tin plate just like the rest of us.

Boy, I bet that Delmonico's is quite a place, though.

Them waiters with them

boiled shirts and everything.

Charlie, you ought to see

the way they set their tables.

I've read where they lay out

20 different kinds of tools.

They stretch from here to here.

Well, what do they need all the tools for?

Well, you got some kind of special

meal that you have to eat.

Special tool for it.

And china so thin

you can see right through it.

And when you drink your coffee,

you know, you gotta hold

your little finger out like that.

Everybody have to do that?

Sure.

You got a fella called Tomato D

who walks around just checking on people.

And if you don't hold your little finger

just like that,

out you go like a drunken

Comanche at a prayer meeting.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Schroeder.

How are you this evening?

Oh, just fine.

Now, you take good care

of those things, Wooster.

They've been in my family for 50 years.

Oh, I'll do that, Mrs. Schroeder.

Don't you worry.

Well, I better get back

on my wagon, I guess.

What things, Mrs. Schroeder?

China and silver.

My mother brought them here

from the old country.

What do you suppose he's up to?

Oh, it's hard to figure, Chris.

You know, he hasn't fired

that shotgun since last year.

Quail!

Wooster!

Yes, ma'am.

How did you do it?

Oh, it's nothing.

We eat like this all the time, you know.

Now, sit down and tear into it.

Wooster,

there's more to you than meets the eye.

Well, it couldn't be less, I guess.

Now, sit down before it gets cold.

I can't believe it.

Wooster?

Yes, ma'am.

Delmonico's doesn't do it a bit better.

Thank you, ma'am.

You know, Wooster,

there's only one thing

in this whole world

that I like better than quail.

Come on.

Don't be so snooty.

You ain't seen a worm like that

all summer.

Come on, sniffer.

Attaboy.

Pretty good, huh?

Juicy, too.

Take a nip.

Just a little nip.

One little.

Now, you ain't gonna make no muscles

if you don't eat no meat.

Look at him there.

Right in front of the big, dumb gnome.

Just begging to get himself head up.

Are you blind?

Hey, hey.

Don't go away.

Come back here.

Hey, come back here.

Come back.

You're not gonna get away from me like that.

Come back here.

You're not gonna get away from me like that.

I see you.

I see you down in there.

I see you.

I see you.

Oh, I gotta hold you.

Now, you'll be a nice little boy.

I got a beautiful place for you to go.

Trout!

Don't do it.

Wonder you haven't caught your death

running around like that, Charlie.

Oh, I'll be all right.

You ought to know better,

a man of your age jumping into the creek,

boots and all.

I told you it was an accident.

I went to fetch a bucket of water

and I fell in the creek.

When you came up for air,

you had a two-pound trout in your hip pocket.

Accidentally sat on the fire

and broiled him, huh?

Wasn't that a lovely sight

to set in front of the Duchess?

I'm afraid you're caught red-handed, Charlie.

Little Homer saw you serving it up

on Mrs. Schroeder's china plate.

Shocking sight.

Blood run cold.

Grinning like a Chessie cat.

Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

When she rides with me,

she eats side meat and beans

out of a tin plate,

just like the rest of us.

You hush up!

Charlie, we don't mean to rawhide you,

but we hate to see a miserable prima donna

make a jackass out of a perfectly good hand.

I might be a jackass,

but she ain't no prima donna.

Whatever that is.

What got into him?

Guess I jabbed him where it hurts.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Hawks.

Mrs. Jefferson.

Have you seen Wooster?

Yeah, he was by here a minute ago.

Well, I'm packed and ready to go.

Where is he?

Having a powwow with Mr. Schroeder.

Wants to get a recipe for hoss and pepper or some such.

To settle that loan for the china and silverware.

Came all the way from Bavaria, you know.

Give her an I.O.U. for a month's wages just to borrow it.

I can't believe that.

Oh, it's true.

I suppose it was all his idea.

Of course it was.

What do you think I am?

I don't think you want me to answer that, do you?

Mr. Hawks!

Oh, just a minute.

Last night I had quite a run-in with Charlie about you.

I happen to know that in Virginia City,

if you'd just crooked that little finger of yours,

you could have had the whole Comstock.

I also know that you're Sam Grant's favorite actress.

You've been everywhere and you've done everything.

You've got this whole country wrapped up

in that plush lined pocket of yours.

But out here, you don't mean it.

Your Highness.

Well, I guess that explains it better than I can, ma'am.

Well, now who's the quiet one, ma'am?

Sorry.

Beautiful morning, green grass, beautiful flowers.

And nothing wrong with them flowers, either.

Even if they do look like they need livers.

You know, we're liable to get a soak in the night.

Very good, Wooster. You're improving.

Now what I talk about?

Well, why don't we talk about

what happened last night after supper?

Oh.

Well?

It was nothing.

Huh?

That's not what Mr. Hawks said.

Oh, Bill got the wrong idea.

It was nothing at all.

Bill Hawks is the best friend I got in the world.

Wooster?

Yes, ma'am?

I don't think the dust would be so bad back there now.

No different than yesterday.

Well, maybe I'm used to it.

Why don't we take our turn at the end of the line, huh?

A little late, ma'am.

We're leaving the train at the top of that ride right yonder.

Wooster?

Yes, ma'am?

What do you think of me?

Well, I don't know exactly what to say to that.

The others know what to say, don't they?

Now, Miss Jeffers, that ain't...

Oh, I know all about it, Wooster.

They're laughing at me.

Calling me the duchess or your highness

or something like that.

They're probably laughing at you, too,

giving that woman a month's wages.

They had no call to tell you that.

Well, that's what the argument was about, wasn't it?

Well, Bill called you a prima donna,

and I thought that was disrespectful.

So I hit him with a boot, that's all.

You think I'm a prima donna, Wooster?

No.

What do you think?

Well, I...

Well, I've got the job taking care of you,

and I intend to do it the best way I know how.

And if you like quail and toast,

at Delbarico's, on them china plates,

and trout and things,

and I can get that stuff for you,

well, I'm gonna get it.

That's what I think of you.

Well, don't you talk about the wildflower, huh?

Well, I don't know about the wildflower,

Well, don't you talk about the wildflower,

or read that Shakespearean book or something, huh?

Right!

Whoa!

We'll meet you at the junction in four days.

Don't keep us waiting.

Oh, I'll be there.

All right.

Bill, I didn't mean nothing by that, I think.

Oh, that's all right, Charlie.

Goodbye, Duchess.

George.

George.

Let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

All right!

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honorable,

thy purpose marriage,

Wooster?

Yes, ma'am.

Have you ever been married?

No, ma'am.

Why not?

Well, I've done a lot of thinking about it,

but thinking about it is about as far as I go.

You know, a man's really got to be something

before he asks a lady to marry him.

How about some more coffee?

No, thanks.

Tell me about yourself.

Well, old Bill used to say my coffee was so bad,

you spill it on the ground

and the snake wouldn't crawl through the wet spot.

They were jealous, and don't change the subject.

Why do you want to know about me?

I'm interested.

Well, I ain't.

You know, I tell myself,

plumb out just thinking about me.

I'm kind of dull, you know.

I don't think you're dull.

Thank you.

I'll tell you what I do think.

What's that?

I think you're a real gentleman.

Thank you.

You know when not to ask questions.

Thank you.

For instance, that big man

who was standing outside the theater back in town,

I saw you talking to him.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

What did he say to you?

Oh, I can't tell you.

A lot of big words,

like the devil's standing at your elbow or something.

Did he say who he was?

No, ma'am.

I was married to him once.

You was?

Long time ago, when I was 17.

Oh.

He was a prize fighter in San Francisco.

I haven't seen him for 10 years.

He talked loco.

I used to think he was.

And now I'm not so sure.

Why do you say that?

He called you a Jezebel,

and all them other big words out of the Bible.

He must be loco,

because you ain't no Jezebel.

You don't know me, Wooster.

Well, let's don't talk about that.

All right.

Why don't you help me memorize?

I couldn't do that.

Fine, come on.

Don't be passionate.

I don't know anything about Shakespeare,

and besides, I never got to do McGuffey's fourth reader.

Here, read this speech.

Start here.

And not impute this yielding delight love

which the dark night has so discovered.

You read Romeo's speech.

Lady,

by yonder blessed moon,

I swear

that tips with silver

all these fruit tree tops.

Oh, swear not by the moon,

the inconstant moon,

that monthly changes in her circled orb,

lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

What shall I swear by?

Do not swear at all,

for if thou wilt,

swear by thy gracious self,

which is the god of my idolatry,

and I'll believe thee.

If my heart's dear love...

Well, do not swear.

Although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract tonight.

It is too rash,

too unadvised,

too sudden,

too like the lightning

which doth cease to be

ere one can say it lightens.

Sweet

good night.

This bud of love,

by summer's ripening breath,

may prove a beauteous flower

when next we meet.

Good night.

Good night.

As sweet repose and rest

come to thy heart,

as that within my breast.

Go on, Wooster.

Wooster?

Yes, ma'am?

What's the matter?

I'm afraid I ain't much of a hand at that Shakespeare,

Miss Jefferson.

Anyway, you'd better turn in.

It looks like rain.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

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Fletcher!

What do you want with her?

Never mind that. I said Fletcher.

You go on. Get out of here. You ain't got no business here.

I came to fetch my wife.

And Jezebel painted her face.

And teared up her head.

And looked out at the window.

And Jehu said, throw her down.

And they threw her down.

And her blood sprinkled on the walls.

And on the horses.

And he trod her underfoot.

You go on away. You heard me?

Wooster!

Stay in the wagon.

Don't cross him, Wooster.

I'll go with him. I'll do anything he says.

You heard me. Stay in the wagon.

Wooster!

I'll stop him myself.

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John!

Get out of here!

I mean it, John!

Wooster!

Where is he?

Wooster!

Is he gone?

He's gone. He's gone.

I'll get something to bandage those wounds.

Did he hurt you?

No.

You stay right there. I'll be right back.

Come on.

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Miss Jefferson, please go back in the wagon.

I'll make out all right.

Will you be quiet or I'll give you another belt on the chin.

Yes, ma'am.

And don't call me ma'am.

Miss Jefferson.

And don't call me that either.

Call me Nellie.

Couldn't do that.

You could nearly get yourself killed for me.

I had a duel with a critic who didn't like my performance.

What do you mean?

You can't call me by my first name.

What kind of sense does that make?

What are you talking about?

I found your scrapbook, Wooster.

I...

Miss Jefferson.

You what?

I saw you in a stage play in Cincinnati.

Our American cousin.

Yeah. About eight years ago.

It was just before the war. I...

How was I?

You was the most beautiful woman the Lord ever made.

Seems silly for me to talk like that, but...

A cat can look at a queen.

So you're going to live in the castle, huh?

The gold crown and the long robe with that white weasel hide around the neck, huh?

I suppose so.

You'll make a mighty pretty princess.

He loves me, Wooster.

Say, I hope he ain't one of them gadabout princesses.

You know, that goes from castle to castle.

Picking up whatever princess he runs across.

I'm sure he will.

I'm sure he will.

I'm sure he will.

I'm sure he will.

He'll be in the castle, picking up whatever princess he runs across.

Now, keep an eye on him.

That's good.

He's tall and slim and good-looking.

The kind of prince every girl dreams about.

And you know something, Wooster?

Inside, underneath his royal skin,

he's almost as handsome as you are.

Oh.

You've taught me a lot about people, Wooster.

And you've taught me a lot about myself.

Pretty?

This came all the way from Naples.

I bought this with the first money I ever earned on the stage.

It's the beginning of Nellie Jefferson,

and it means more to me than anything else I own.

Thank you.

No doubt about it. Roach powder in the beans.

Might be in the coffee, too.

Only trouble is, you couldn't taste it if it's in the coffee.

Think we ought to bring it to his attention?

No.

Just let him be.

You know something, Wooster?

Inside, underneath his royal skin,

he's almost as handsome as you are.

And you know something, Wooster?

Inside, underneath his royal skin,

he's almost as handsome as you are.

Think we ought to bring it to his attention?

No.

Just let him be.

You know something, Wooster?

Inside, underneath his royal skin,

he's almost as handsome as you are.

Think we ought to bring it to his attention?

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