All language subtitles for Red Garters (1954)

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The West is big and gaudy

The laws are very few

A man can do the living here

That he hankers to

Now everybody has a gun

That's their calling card

And even when they're having fun
they never drop their guard

For our entertainment
the barroom is the place

Every man's a king of hearts
every girl an ace

That's why we wear the minimum
red garters, hooray

And to see the maximum
they come from miles away

With a whoop and a holler
and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none

I'm just a rolling stone
I wander on my own

And always take my own advice

I've traveled every trail
and never been in jail

'Course I deserved it once or twice

With a whoop and a holler
and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none

Kind of crowded, ain't it?

And when I leave a town

And get to bedding down

I kind of wink up at the stars

Nobody knows my name

They only know I came

And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler
and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none

I tip my hat

to none

-I got you, stranger.
-You sure have, bub.

-Hey, where is everybody?
-They're up at the big doing.

Big doing?

Big doing?

Yeah, Robin Randall Rest In Peace Barbecue.

-That's nice.
-I got to stay home.

I'm being punished.
And just for shooting up the schoolhouse.

That's too bad.

Hey, mister, who you gunning for?

Why, bub, whatever gave you such a notion?

You're talking to the kid that shot up
the schoolhouse, remember?

Think I don't know what it means
when a guy wears his six-gun slung low...

and tied down, like you're doing?

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Whoa!

Horsie, whoa!

Whoa, boy!

Steady now. Attaboy.

Attaboy. He'll be okay now.

If you went to all that trouble
just to make my acquaintance...

I assure you, you wasted your time.
Nothing will come of it.

Why, ma'am, I didn't make your horse
act up that way.

-That was Comanche's idea.
-Who's Comanche?

Comanche is my horse,
only he don't know it.

He thinks he's people, and he hates horses.

-Your horse hates horses?
-Yes, ma'am.

In fact, he's the kind of a horse
that if he was a man...

he'd be a horse thief.

So, if you don't mind, ma'am...

I'll just ride along with you
and catch Comanche...

before he gets into some bad trouble.

I guess you had better.

I don't think
we've ever had a horse in our jail.

Okay. Come on, boy.

-It sure is nice to see you again, ma'am.
-Thank you, stranger.

To see me again?
When did we ever meet before?

We've never exactly met before,
but I've sure enough seen you an awful lot.

-When? Where?
-All the time.

Every place I go. Inside here.

Where do you come from, stranger?

Where you going? Why are you here?

I come from all over,
on my way to everywhere.

-But first I've got a little job to do.
-What sort of a job?

You know, in the spring,
in the Osage country...

millions of flowers grow in the fields
and they're all the color of your eyes.

You talk real nice, stranger.

Ki-yi, big doings
had a killing

Lost a villain

Robin Randall is
Mr. Randall is dead

Hallelujah

Where he went is so remote

Hallelujah

He won't need his overcoat

Ki-yi, big doings

Folks are buzzing
by the dozen

And the scandal is
Robin Randall is dead

-Yes, sir, it's a lovely day, isn't it, folks?
-Yeah!

Yeah. There you are, Robin Randall,
right where we want you.

Belly-up and with your boots on.

Yes, sir, it sure is a lovely day.

And smell that barbecue.

Come on back here! Where're your manners?

You might at least wait till we finish paying
our final respects to the guest of honor.

-Hurry it up, Jason.
-I'm hurrying. Give me time.

If I got to make this speech,
I don't want to make it just for myself.

Now, if we had a preacher...

I suppose he might try to intercede for
Robin and get him off with a light sentence.

I, being merely
an attorney-at-law, however...

can only plead him
guilty of every sin in the book...

and throw him on the mercy
of that higher court...

from the judgment of which,
there is no appeal.

-Jason, that is very nice.
-Thank you, Rafael.

In a way, Robin has really
fulfilled a lifelong ambition.

Because besides being a bully,
a cheat, a coward and a horse thief...

he was also a claim-jumper
and a land-grabber.

Robin, now you got your land,
six feet of it...

all to yourself!

Now, we're gonna leave you,
Robin Randall. We're gonna....

Jason...

aren't you satisfied
with one funeral at a time?

Anybody who rides with Susana...

without getting my permission
is begging for trouble.

He's a stranger, Jason.
He doesn't know any better.

What's upsetting you, ma'am?

I think you'd better go look for Comanche
before he bites somebody. Goodbye.

-Giddyap, boy.
-Thanks.

-Wonder who the stranger is.
-Why don't you ask him?

It's obvious to me, stranger...

that you are unaware
of the true nature of these proceedings.

We're not dedicating a monument.

We're merely planting a scoundrel
by the name of Robin Randall.

There's no reason for you
to unnecessarily expose your naked skull...

to the wrath of the elements.

Down here in Limbo County, California...

we remove our hats for very few things
and he don't happen to be one of them.

Look, mister, no man tells me
what to do with my hat...

unless he's man enough to wear it.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

I don't think there's room
for more than one body in that grave...

and he's being neglected.

So now we leave you, Robin Randall,
resting in the bosom of the Earth...

the surface of which you've
so long desecrated by your presence.

The line for the barbecue
forms at the right...

after which there'll be athletic contests
and games of skill for one and all.

-You care to join us, stranger?
-Be happy to, ma'am.

Howdy, stranger. My name is Billy Buckett.

I know it ain't none of my business,
but ain't you the fellow--

You're right, Billy,
it ain't none of your business.

My name is Carberry. Jason Carberry.

I want a word with you about
that young lady you drove here with.

I plumb forgot to ask her name.

Her name is
Miss Susana Martinez De La Cruz.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

I was about to warn you.
We got two kind of women here.

She's the kind we tip our hat to.

I got sense enough to know that.

Say, didn't you forget
to mention some little thing...

about the man you just buried there?

Like maybe he was kind
to small animals, or something?

The only animals
Robin Randall was ever interested in...

were the ones he could steal,
such as horses and cattle.

Was that ever proved against him,
or am I supposed to take your word for it?

Stranger, I'm not in the habit
of having my word doubted.

Jason, go get me a plate of barbecue,
will you? I'm starving.

For you, my love, anything.

By the way, my name's Calaveras Kate.

-I don't believe I quite caught yours.
-I don't believe I quite threw it.

That Carberry sure enough
plays the field, doesn't he?

You notice he didn't tip his hat, though.

Look, you.
Out here we've got a triple standard.

Like Jason said, there are two kinds
of women but only one kind of man.

Very convenient for men.

-Yes, ma'am, it sure is.
-Well, it's been nice.

You'll be moving on soon,
won't you? I hope.

What's the matter, ma'am?

You afraid Carberry might do something
to make me shoot him?

As a matter of fact, yes.
But I wouldn't like it even if he shot you.

There's been too much shooting hereabouts.

-Appears to me like you're interested in him.
-Interested!

He's as phony as a Chinese faro deck.

Why, the hand he tips his hat with
never knows...

what the other one's doing and....

I'd die before I'd let him know it,
but I'm in love with him.

The big flirting, strutting fathead!

You know, you could be doing both of us
a mighty big favor...

if you'd get out of town
before it's too late, mister.

Sure like to accommodate you, ma'am,
but I just can't.

I should've known better
than to try to talk sense to a man.

Men

A man is stubborn as a mule

He don't learn half enough in school

The only thing that drives him is his ego

A woman likes to criticize

She wants to dominate the guys

If she were smart she'd be a man's amigo

Man and woman

Day and night

They always try
to make the other see the light

A man don't know what's good for him

A gal jumps in where she can't swim

Same old thing wherever he and she go

Man and woman

Friend and foe

They're just as far apart as yes and no

Women

They like to spend all we can spare

The woman only wants her share

But to her that's just an appetizer

The woman knows how things should be

Then why ask us if we agree?

To build you up
we make you think you're wiser

Man and woman

Jack and Jill

They blame each other
when they tumble down the hill

Why, a man don't know the mess he makes

A woman never makes mistakes?

Her worst mistake is letting him advise her

Man and woman

Duck and drake

They each think
they're the icing on the cake

Men

Women

You bite off more than you can chew

Why, there ain't a thing a man can't do

I'd like to see you try to be a mother

Okay, be a mother sure you can

But just try to be one without a man

The husband is the better half

When I hear that I have to laugh

But the husband is the family head

The wife can kick him out of bed

A woman likes to flaunt her shape

A man is nothing but an ape

I get my way by acting tough

I drop my neckline just enough.

Man and woman

Sharp and flat

They never seem to get along

Even when they're right, they're wrong

Man and woman

Dog and cat

They never think alike and that is that

That's that

Calaveras, I was just fixing
to go get the food.

I noticed you picked up a couple of dishes.

Now, I was waiting for you.

Listen, you're fussing at me,
where's that stranger?

He's probably off somewhere
minding his own business.

-Why don't you do the same?
-What do you mean?

I'm getting sick and tired of you
starting fights over Susana.

It's time you realized
that anything a man tries to do to her...

-that she can't talk him out of or run away--
-Calaveras.

That's a mighty delicate subject.

It might be delicate to you,
but to most women it's just shoptalk.

Incidentally, what were you doing
with the Dorgan Sisters, talking shop?

No, just talking.

-Jason, will you do me one great big favor?
-Anything you want, darling.

Please don't get yourself shot today.
I can't stand loud noises.

You got no cause to talk to me that way.

I'll go get the food.

You know, ma'am, looking at you
is like listening to a violin.

-Why, the music has stopped.
-No, ma'am, you're wrong. It'll never stop.

I'll hear it the rest of my life.

Maybe you are right.
It seems I can still hear it, too.

-I got to go now.
-Where you going?

I wouldn't try to follow her
if I were you, stranger.

Why, that's just plain silly.

If you were me, mister, you'd do
just what I'm gonna do. Follow her.

I'm warning you. Keep away from Susana.

Unless you've got a better argument
than you've produced so far, Carberry...

-you'd better stand aside.
-All right, stranger, you asked for it.

You seem to be having trouble
finding your six-gun, mister.

Like to use mine?

Congratulations.
That's the fastest draw I ever saw.

But I'm still warning you.
Keep away from my ward.

-Your ward?
-That's right, my ward.

She was orphaned as a child...

and since then I've been
her legal guardian and protector.

I sure am glad
you didn't make me kill you, Carberry.

She never would have forgiven me.

Then you admit I got a right to find out
what your interest in Susana is.

Interest! Why, man, it's a darn sight more
than just plain interest.

I've been in love with that gal
for the best two hours of my life.

-And I darn near killed you.
-Yeah.

Boy.

You see, Susana's led
a very sheltered existence.

She was brought up to be a lady.

A species of female
which I doubt seriously...

you've ever encountered
in any great numbers before.

That's right.

So, as her guardian, stranger...

what would you do if some brawling,
uncurried, gun-slinging saddle-tramp...

came to town
and tried to promote an affair...

which might wreck her life
and break her heart?

Why, I'd kill the son of a gun.

Looks like we've reached an agreement.

Looks like.

-Congratulations, my friend.
-For what?

-Congratulations, my friend.
-For what?

You are one of the only two men now
living who ever outdrew Jason Carberry.

I have the honor to be the other one.
I am Rafael Moreno, at your service.

Glad to know you.

What was Carberry's reason
for trying to shoot you?

Senor, I had wished only to congratulate
you on your success with Carberry...

not to discuss personal matters, amigo.

If I remember, Rafael, I didn't ask you
to discuss anything with me.

Might be you wouldn't
talk so tall, stranger...

if you knew
who this Rafael Moreno really is.

He can shoot the eye out
of a ground squirrel at 50 yards...

and have his gun back
in the holster before it stumbles.

On top of that, he is the greatest barroom
fighter in these here parts...

and I got money which says you don't
belong in the same saloon with him.

Hey, let's get up to the saloon.

Ain't no time for that,
you might change your minds.

Come on, let's do it here, right now!

Get ourselves a toe line made here. Yes, sir.

Are the contestants ready?
All right, come up to toe.

You're first. Ready!

Go.

One, two, three, four....

One, two. Get up, boy. Three, four....

One, two, three, four....

One, two...

three. Get up, boy.

Come on. Steady, boy, steady.

Disgusting.

Senorita, I agree with you,
but it is the best I could do.

My amigo.

You sure enough surprised me, Rafael.

You're almost
as good as Billy Buckett said you were.

And you are almost as good
as you think you are.

Greetings, strangers.
Welcome to our community.

I'm Jason Carberry, at your service.

This is Miss Calaveras Kate, the shining light
of our local theatrical world.

Currently appearing at the Red Dog Saloon...

featured in all the latest songs and dances.

A little souvenir for you.

Thank you.

I am Judge Wallace Winthrop of Boston, sir.

And this is my niece, Miss Sheila Winthrop.

How do you do?

-And I am Rafael Moreno.
-And I'm just a stranger.

Do you usually welcome guests
to your community...

by such a disgraceful exhibition
as we just witnessed?

What did you expect on the spur
of the moment? A massacre?

Most of the time, I win.

Why was there nobody in town to greet us...

except a small boy who is being punished
for shooting up the schoolhouse?

And a most offensive little brat at that.

He offered me ''a chaw of tobaccer.''

The lad is generous to a fault.

What brings you to our fair city, Judge?

I, sir, have the honor to be the head
of the Presidential Commission.

Appointed to study and report
on the alarming increase in lawlessness...

in certain of our western states.

Why, shucks, Judge,
you're wasting your time here.

I don't know. Do you, Calaveras?

Anybody know what he's talking about?

-How dare you?
-As I was saying, Judge, I....

Judge.

I don't know of any condition
of lawlessness hereabouts...

that warrants your interference, sir.

What about that crime wave
that just passed through?

That? That's just the Patterson boys
shooting it up with the McGregors.

Why, sure. That happens every day.

Ladies and gents!

Choose and grab your partners
for the Sacramento Stomp!

Judge, this is something
you and your niece sure have to see.

One of you boys take care
of the Judge's team.

Miss, if you'll allow me
to help you out here?

There we are.

May I have the honor?
That is, if Jason does not object.

Of course he doesn't.
Here, hold these, Jason.

He's got a gal in Alabama

Got one in old Cheyenne

Loves a young one or a grandma

'Cause he's a ladies' man

Ladykiller loves them all

Ladykiller, see how they fall

He don't give a hoot in Hades
if she's a snooty gal

Treats her like the other ladies
when she's in his corral

Ladykiller loves them all

Ladykiller, see how they fall

If I know that Rafael,
he's doing all that just for you.

I'm not the least bit interested.

Climb aboard my sliver saddle
kiss every girl I see

Before you know it I skedaddle
no gal is roping me.

Ladykiller, that's my way

Ladykiller, that's what they say

Must be the mating season.

-Mighty fine stepping, Calaveras. Here.
-Yes, it was very nice.

-Mighty fine stepping, Calaveras. Here.
-Yes, it was very nice.

-Judge, I think this calls for refreshments.
-Thank you.

-I'm exhausted. Come on.
-Excellent notion.

Get out of my way, you bandit, you!

That Miss Winthrop is fascinated by me.

And I must admit I'm fascinated by her, too.

She's mighty pretty,
but she looks kind of frost-bit to me.

No, my friend.

Beneath that icy exterior smolders
a fire that need only be fanned into a flame.

She still looks kind of frost-bit to me.

You called me a bandit, and you are right.

So, I have come to steal from you
one little smile.

If it'll make you happy,
I'll laugh out loud at you.

I think you are capable of other,
more tender emotions.

Ready, my dear.

I was just inquiring of your so lovely niece...

if there was some slight service
I might do for her.

Yes, go away and leave me alone.

Why did you treat that man so rudely?

-Perhaps it's because I'm afraid.
-Of what?

Him. Me. I don't know.

All contestants will now line up
for the chicken-picking race!

All right, now, you all know the rules.

You grab your chicken and you start picking.

And the lady whose chicken is picked
the most naked at the finish, she wins.

All right, now, line up. No fudging now.

On your mark. Get set....

By unanimous decision of the Judge,
Ginger Pete...

the winner is Mrs. Bear-Who-Fears-No-Man!

I was robbed. I was crooked.

I never stood a chance.
My chicken's breathing!

-Go away, Minnie.
-Minnie is right.

Whoever slipped
that live chicken into the deal...

sure enough cold-decked her. A whole heap.

Did you hear what he said?
Hear what the man said?

Are you calling me a crook?

You can either be a crook
or admit you're blind.

-Take your choice.
-Hold on there.

-We don't want no bloodshed.
-What?

Let me finish.

We don't want no bloodshed
so close to the barbecue.

If he don't get his ugly mug
away from mine...

-there's sure gonna be some.
-Reach!

-there's sure gonna be some.
-Reach!

Like to borrow my six-gun, mister?

I could have told you about that.

You know, stranger, I think maybe Minnie
might've been cold-decked at that.

-Just a little bit.
-You're my lover-duck.

Say, ain't you from down Pike County way?

Why, yeah, Minnie,
at one time I lived down that way.

Now, I know who you are.

I'd never mistake
that Randall draw anywhere.

Randall!

-Your name's Randall?
-Why, yeah, come, to think of it.

Reb Randall.

I guess I just plumb forgot
to mention it before, Billy.

Guess I know why, too.

What you gonna do about the man
which killed your brother?

First of all, I guess I'll just have to find out
who did kill my brother, Billy.

Why does the burden
of tracking down the murderer...

fall upon that poor, bereaved young man?
Where's your sheriff?

Down here in Limbo County, Judge,
we don't need no sheriff...

to take care of anyone
which kills one of our brothers.

Do you mean Reb Randall proposes
to take the law into his own hands?

You don't understand
about Western chivalry, Judge.

Why, Reb there was willing
to kill Ginger Pete...

over a common
ordinary chicken-picking race.

So unless somebody discourages him...

what do you think he'll do to the man
who shot his brother?

You mean....

I make it clear enough

I don't take any guff

And that's the way I've always been

And if some ornery pup
should get my dander up

Please notify his next of kin

With a whoop and a holler
and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler
and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

-Hiya, duck.
-Hiya, Minnie. This a hotel?

Sure thing, duck,
and every room guaranteed coyote-proof.

Say, Minnie, you got any notion
who killed my brother?

Only notion what come
to Minnie's mind is old Indian proverb.

Proverb?

Only a fool risks his neck
for the sake of honor.

The wise man never
fight over anything he can't eat...

put in his pocket or make love to.

-I don't quite follow you, Min.
-You don't have to.

I'll take this hay-burner to the barn.

-Hello, stranger.
-Why, hello, Miss De La Cruz.

-You live here?
-Yes, I do.

-Your name's Reb Randall, isn't it?
-You know, huh?

Why, I saw what happened
between you and Jason, Reb.

Was it about me?

You know, Susana...

that Carberry's sure enough
got your best interests at heart.

I'm a whole heap glad
he didn't make me kill him.

Reb, would you have killed him?

What in the world is that?

I guess Comanche
just done bit Minnie Redwing.

I guess he just done did.

Susana, when Rafael outdrew Carberry,
was it over you?

-Rafael smiles at all women.
-I noticed that.

Besides, Jason means well,
but he interferes too much.

How can a girl ever know her own heart
if somebody goes around threatening...

to shoot every man who even looks at her?

Don't you worry none, Susana...

I won't let anything happen
to him while I'm here.

-Who?
-Why, Rafael, of course.

Rafael!

You mean that if I decided
it was Rafael I like...

-that you'd protect him just for me?
-I sure would.

Of course I might have
to kill Jason Carberry a little bit, but--

Reb, how could you be so dense?

-You mad at me, Susana?
-How do I know?

Go ask Jason Carberry.
He does all my thinking for me.

Stop this! Stop this rowdyism!

Stop it, I say!

Mr. Carberry, this is
the most disgraceful den of iniquity...

it has ever been my pleasure to witness.

Greetings, oh, great white Father!

I'm not the President of the United States.
I'm merely his humble servant.

What do you mean, sir,
by serving ladies at the bar?

That's no lady, that's Minnie Redwing.

Ain't that a whizzer, lover?

How's your crime wave
coming along, Judge?

-So you admit there is a crime wave?
-What crime are you referring to?

The way you're running
this town is a crime in itself.

Why, for instance, have you done nothing
to find out who killed Robin Randall?

His brother will take care of that
and when he does...

we'll have ourselves a barbecue,
with athletic contests for one and all.

-I'd like to tell you exactly what I think--
-Save your breath.

No matter what you say,
I'm a cinch to disagree with you.

Furthermore, he'll oppose with his life
your right to say it.

What's the trouble, Judge?

The trouble is that everyone in this town
seems to consider it inevitable...

that Reb Randall not only will, but should
kill the man who shot his brother.

Why?

In a moment, Judge, you're gonna be
hearing all about the Code of the West.

So, if you'll pardon me now,
I'll be leaving. I've heard it.

Yes, sir, Judge, the Code of the West...

which says that a man's
got to go and kill the man...

which killed his brother, even if he
was a no-good polecat like Robin Randall.

Obviously Reb doesn't think
his brother was a no-good polecat!

You're right there, lover.

Why, even Reb said
no self-respecting polecat...

would have been caught dead
with that Robin Randall.

You mean Reb is expected to risk his life
over a brother he didn't like?

Surely even your barbaric code must take....

Must take extenuating circumstances
into account.

What difference does it make
whether or not Reb liked his brother?

A code's a code.

You're darn tooting,
and you go messing around with it...

the whole thing falls flat on its face.

As if you was to say:

''You shouldn't run away
with your neighbor's wife...

''except under extenuating circumstances,
such as her husband being out of town.''

The Code of the West
don't make no provisions...

for no extenuating circumstances.

If you believe in it, you got to live by it,
with no ifs, ands, or buts!

That's why Reb Randall's got to go out
and kill the man which killed his brother.

That reminds me, Billy...

this man who killed
your brother is still alive.

As a matter of fact, you did not
even bother to find out who he is.

How you account for that?

-Because Billy's a coward.
-That's right, I'm a coward.

That's why I've lived to pat so many
brave men in the face with a shovel.

-You could be next, Rafael.
-What do you mean by that, amigo?

It's just a darn good thing
for you that I am a coward...

else I might start talking.

-Buckett.
-Yeah?

What did you say?

I'm the quietest man you ever heard.
Put that thing away.

It's liable to go off and hurt somebody.
Here come the girls.

Hiya Pete, hiya Jim
howdy Joe, howdy Slim

We know what you've been missing
while you've been on the trail

We're mighty glad you're back in town
and keeping out of jail

Put the redeye down and drop your gun

We're gonna have a little fun
and it's coming to you

Hey, all you roaring cowboys

You got a treat tonight

Red garters on a dancing girl
what a pretty sight

Come on, you busy drinkers
and blow away the foam

Red garters on a dancing girl
you'll never see at home

I'm feeling friendly
and full of spice

But don't grab the package
or touch the merchandise

Hey all you men from Leadville
and you from Laramie

Red garters on a dancing girl
got them from Paree

Red garters on a dancing girl
are what you came to see

Started off in Yonkers
dressed from head to toe

Then I dropped my bustle off
South of Buffalo

Took off a dozen petticoats
in Altoona, Penn.

It got so hot in Illinois
dropped another ten

In Kansas let my hair down
same in Ioway

Finally got in fighting shape in California

And here I wear the minimum
Red garters, hooray

And to see the maximum
they come from miles away

Hey, you tobacco drummers
who said this town is tame

Red garters on a dancing girl
aren't you glad you came?

I've never been to Broadway
I just don't fit the part

Red garters on a dancing girl
now that's what I call art

Don't tell the sheriff
I'm breaking laws

Because you'll find the sheriff
leading the applause

I know your eyes will bug out
your chest is gonna heave

I'm gonna toss my garters out
snap them on your sleeve

Red garters on a dancing girl

That's the main event of entertainment

Red garters
Red garters

Red garters on me

I'll meet you both right after dinner...

and whatever you do,
be careful of Calaveras.

We were just talking about you.

-I'd like to talk about you, Jason.
-Delighted, sure, my dear.

What was it about me that you wanted
to talk to me about, Calaveras?

There's bound to be another killing
around here, Jason.

Followed by another barbecue...

with an empty place for the guest of honor.

Well?

I was wondering if this time
you intend to do anything about it.

-Why should I?
-To please me!

I'm getting sick and tired of barbecues.

I can't stand the sauce
they put on the meat.

What do you want me to do about it?

Simply send word to whoever it was
that killed Robin Randall...

to get out of town
until this thing blows over.

If I did that I'd be knuckling
under to that pompous windbag...

of a judge from Boston.

In addition to which, you'd be mighty
unpopular with your constituents...

if you interfered with their precious right...

to murder one another
whenever things get dull around here.

Isn't that correct?

According to the Code...

when one man kills another
in an affair of honor...

it's not murder.

That, Jason, would be small consolation
to a lonely widow on a cold night.

Now, Calaveras.

Shouldn't I leave
until you've finished dressing?

Why, for heaven's sake?

Somebody might come in
and find us like this.

If it'll make you feel at home,
just put your hat back on.

I was only thinking of your reputation.

What are you thinking of when you're
horsing around with the Dorgan sisters...

in full view of the public?

Now, Calaveras,
you know they don't mean anything.

-They're just merely--
-Yes, I know.

Bless their dear little hearts.

Whereas you're a lady.

You know darn good and well
I earn my living by singing in a saloon.

Yes, but--

You know that every man
who buys champagne for me...

expects more for his investment
than was ever trampled out of a grape.

But, Calaveras--

Does the mere fact
that I disappoint them make me a lady?

-Yes.
-Why?

Because I love you, that's why.

So your love
for me makes me a lady, does it?

-I wish I could do as much for you.
-What do you mean by that?

Look, Jason, I asked you
for a favor a little while ago.

Are you willing to make a stab at it?

-Calaveras, that's asking too much.
-Goodbye, Jason.

You might at least give me a chance
to think it over.

When you've reached a decision, come back.

I told you I love you.
What more do you want?

-Goodbye, Jason.
-I'm gonna....

So long!

-Hey, what'd you do to Jason, duck?
-I caught him with his hat off.

Sometimes you treat
that man shameful. Why?

Because of six innocent kids
who deserve to grow up in a decent town...

and be proud of their father.

-Which six kids?
-Mine and Jason's, of course.

-Well, well, well.
-And don't ask me their names.

The poor little devils
haven't even been born yet.

And the way things look,
I don't think they ever will be.

Well, well, well, well, well!

Well!

What kind of holiday falls on July 13?

It's the anniversary of the one and only
battle ever fought in Limbo County.

-Who fought it?
-White men and Indians, who else?

-Who won?
-Who won?

Well, I ain't bragging, but that battle
set the palefaces back 1 0 years.

And my grandmother's
got a trunk full of scalps to prove it.

Around here, we'd celebrate
the anniversary of a smallpox epidemic...

just for an excuse to dance.

Who's going to dance with whom?

It seems to me
this town's been deserted for a whole week.

It seems that way to me, too.

I don't know. I haven't noticed
any startling decrease in the population...

excepting for the absence of Reb Randall
and Rafael Moreno.

A girl should never plan
On hitching with a man

Who's used to roaming near and far

I'm just not worthy of
The gal I'd like to love

Of course there ain't no men who are

With a whoop and a holler
And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go
I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler
And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

I tip my hat

to one

Greetings, my lovely ones.
As you observe, we have returned.

We were not
by any chance missed, were we?

You weren't missed, and for my part,
it wasn't by any chance.

I didn't miss you on purpose.

How can anyone miss anybody
when nobody said goodbye to anybody?

Well, we kind of left
on the spur of the moment.

What were you looking for, a bank to rob?

Reb was looking for this person
who so carelessly killed his brother.

I went along to see that
he did not shoot the wrong man.

Our search was a failure.

But we are not discouraged.
This person might be at the big dance.

You ladies, I hope,
plan to attend this dance?

Don't look at me. I didn't kill Reb's brother.

Where are you off to, Susana?

-I was just going to get ready for the dance.
-Susana, I forbid it.

You can't keep Susana away
from certain persons all her life.

Especially if she's been
crying her heart out...

over a certain one of them
every night this week.

Is this true?

All I can say is
that every time I look at him...

I know that the most
I ever want out of life...

is to cook his meals and wash his clothes...

and mend his socks and scrub his back...

for as long as he lives.

-Susana, you mean....
-Yup!

Oh, I wish I could have said that.

-Susana, go ahead to the dance.
-No, she don't.

If Jason insists on butting in,
let him scrub Reb Randall's back.

-Thank you.
-Don't you dare.

Go on, Susana.

I don't like this, Calaveras.
I don't like it at all.

Look, if we're gonna have a battle...

let's fight over something more important
than who scrubs whose back.

-Such as what?
-Such as barbecues.

You're gonna start that again?

You told me you were going
to think a certain matter over.

Reb hasn't found out
who killed his brother yet.

What are you gonna do
when he does find out?

Well, you know the Code.

You know how long a reformer
would last around here.

-That doesn't answer my question.
-Now, you see here, Calaveras.

The mere fact that I love you...

doesn't give you the right
to interfere in how I run this town.

Mind my own business, is that it?

Well, I....

I don't think my pants would look
very attractive on you, my love.

On you, they don't look
so good either, my love.

We both can't wear them.

I wouldn't be caught dead in them,
which may happen to you any day.

I'd rather be caught dead in them...

than to have people say
I've traded them for a petticoat!

I know he's filled with good intentions

But he only makes me sad

He's always wrong

with good intentions

They might just as well be bad

I swear that he'll never get me down

I keep my spirits high

Then all at once

he'll let me down

And I wonder

''Why try?''

I get so tired of good intentions

And I say I'll let him go

But I

Love him so!

Vaquero, be careful here

She's waiting here

To kiss you and crush you, Vaquero

Take care

Vaquero, her flashing eyes
Will hypnotize

And claim you
Enflame you

Vaquero, take care

You barbarian!

My cousin, I see you've recovered my hat
which I have so carelessly lost.

Where did you lose it, Rafael?

I remember distinctly.
It was on the road to Whiskey Flats.

On the night my brother was killed?

I shall never forget the night
your brother was killed.

I was at a dance in Jimtown.

Then, if you were at a dance
in Jimtown that night--

In Jimtown I danced with Chiquita...

Marquita, Anita, Conchita...

and a large woman
by the name of Bertha Baumstetter.

Some dancing.

Oh, I drank, yes.

I drank mescal, tequila,
rum, gin, beer, redeye.

Some drinking.

And then I started home.

I did not walk. No. I floated.

-I know what you mean.
-I sang songs. I danced.

But there was only one thing missing
to keep me happy...

-and that was a good, rousing fight.
-I can understand that.

Then I met this man...

who, unfortunately, was your brother.

And then?

Then I kindly offered
to remove his gall bladder...

at absolutely no expense to himself
and he refused.

I volunteered to break
both his arms and his legs...

with just my bare hands.

He was not interested.

So you started the fight, Rafael?

I turned to leave. There was a shot.

My hat flew off.

And after that, we both shoot many times.

When it was all over...

your brother Robin was no longer alive.

Golly, Rafael, why did you
go and make a fool out of me...

by pretending to help me
find the man that killed Robin?

I did not wish you to learn something
that might force me to kill you.

But, now, what must be will be.

I'm sure enough sorry
to have to do this