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- May I have
your autograph, please?

- Me too?

- Me too, please.

- Will you sign it for me, please?

My wife adores you,
it's for her.

- You're my favorite.

- Please, your autograph?

- Me too?

- I'm a great admirer of yours.

- Thank you.

- Will you sign it for me, please?

- I had a dream
about you.

- I'm very popular, as you can see.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am...

The devil.

Surprised?

Disappointed?

I suppose you imagine me

with two little horns on my forehead.

A pale face, eyebrows raised at both ends.

Perhaps a charming little mustache,

or even a funny little tail.

No, that's an old-fashioned theory.

Time progresses.

I never show my face.

Oh, you mean that you
are looking at me now?

Well, for this special occasion,

I've borrowed an actor's face.

Rather a good one, in my opinion.

But I, I mean, I personally,

appear only in your thoughts.

As a little germ inside your brain.

Infiltrating your ideas.

Whispering into your ears.

Getting into your blood.

Penetrating.

Would you like to see how I operate?

Well, this is just an
ordinary, simple little story.

I'll show you.

May I invite you into my
private projection room.

Are you ready, Lucifer?

Alright, let's go.

- Uh-uh, you stay here and watch.

And no fraternizing, understand?

- Well, look who's here, Ray
Brighton, this is a surprise!

- Hi, Jackie, how are things?
- Fine, just fine.

How's your brother?
- Well, he had an accident.

Fell off the hay-wagon, broke two ribs.

But he's alright now.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Say, can you fix me
somethin' for breakfast?

I got up early and had no time.

- Sure, what'll it be?

Oh, Annie!

- Oh anything.

Usual thing will do.

- Oh, Annie!

- Now what do you want?

Oh.

Hi.

- Good morning, Annie.

Say, you look nice.

Haven't seen you for quite while.

- She's been asking about
you every day.

- No, I have not, you want breakfast?

- Yeah, a couple of eggs with bacon and,

make it three, scrambled.

Maybe a piece of jack
cheese and a cup of coffee.

Better still, make it buttermilk.

- Why don't you sit here,
Ray, so we can talk a little?

- I'm expecting somebody.

- Oh, on business?
- Yeah.

Hey, by any chance, do you know
a guy by the name of Marko?

- That Serbian or gypsy, whatever he is?

Yeah, a heavy fellow with a mustache.

- Sure, I know him.

Don't tell me you do business with him?

What's the matter with him?
- He's a lunatic.

Crazy, don't get mixed up
in his gold-mine business.

- But he had a mine and he
struck it rich, they say.

- But that was some 15 years ago.

With that city fellow, Waltzer.

Wait.

Hey, Smokey.

Smokey, you remember that Waltzer?

- Oh, sure, Waltzer, he was murdered.

- Hell, not exactly.

He was found frozen to
death near the pass.

- Two years later when Marko retired,

his gold-mine vanished, disappeared.

He's been lookin' for it ever since.

- Why should he waste his time

looking for a lost gold-mine?

- The eggs will be ready in a minute.

- Thanks, honey.

- Did you make a deal with him?

- Why not?

It's a good deal if it
clicks, it costs nothing.

Just a little expenses
and some muscle work.

If we find the mine.
- "If, if."

That's the catch!

- But how can a mine
disappear from the earth?

- I'm telling you, he's nuts, mixed up.

Maybe that dead Waltzer haunts him.

I'm not kidding Ray, ask anybody.

Can't seem to find where the mine was.

Searches the mountains every year,

from one end to the other.

Goes to church.

Speaks of the curse of
Satan, of God's punishment.

You'd better stay away from him.

Ah, how are you, Mr. Marko?

- Give me a beer.

I'm sorry I'm late, had
to sign some papers.

- That's alright, I was
a little late myself.

- I bet you they talked
about me, I can smell it.

Rats.

- What's the difference?

I didn't listen.

Maybe with one ear.

- What did they say?

- Oh, the same old stuff,
I've heard it before.

- Changed your mind, want to quit?

- It's too late now.

I'm all packed, papers are signed.

I'm ready to make a fool of myself.

You don't look like a lunatic to me.

- So, it's that what they said about me.

- Take it easy.

You've gotta find your lost gold-mine.

That'll teach 'em a lesson.

- You bet I will, buckets of gold.

Morons.

- What did they say about my
partner, that I killed him, eh?

- Oh, forget it, drink your beer.

Hey, is this the right road?

- The only one there is.

- Well where are we gonna
get our supplies and gas?

- Foley's place.

It's the last post
before we start climbing.

You get everything there.

Hi, Foley!

Back again!

- Ah, no, I thought April
fool's day was two months ago.

- Don't worry, I'll
find the mine this time.

- Oh, sure, sure, yeah, I know.

What's this, another victim?

- Meet my new partner, Ray Brighton.

- How are you, boy?

Yeah, you poor fool, you.

How come you're so late this year?

- Ray's a farmer, he
had some business to do.

We need gas.

- Yeah, and you can check the oil, too.

- Yeah, well you just
go ahead, help yourself.

The gas pump's right outside,

and the oil-drums are right next to it.

Wait just a minute.

Oh, uh, Peggy?

Peggy.

- What's the matter,
can't you pick up a hose?

Fill it up?

- I'll help you.

- No, you check the water and oil.

- Peggy thinks we need
some service around here.

Customers sure do like service.

- Anything for money, huh?

- Look who's talking.

What've you been chasing all your life?

Gold.
- That's different.

- Oh, gold isn't money?

No, it's a religion.

I sure feel sorry for a
nice young fellow like that.

- Alright, we need some groceries here.

- So you're Mr. Marko's new partner?

- Ray, Ray Brighton's the name.

- My name is just Peggy.

Mr. Marko doesn't like me.

- So what, is it that important?

- Well, I like to please our customers.

- Maybe you're not his type.

They say he's a fool, that proves it.

We like her, don't we, Mike?

- What's his name?

- Mike.

- I have a cousin named Mike,
what kind of a dog is he?

- Thoroughbred cross between two mongrels.

- Oh, Mike, isn't he beautiful?

Oh, what a pair of eyes.

- Yeah, what a pair of thighs.

- Cut it out, will you?

- Let me see, sugar, oil, salt, onions.

Yeah, how about the bacon?

- Oh, I'm plum out of bacon.

I'm gonna order some though,
and fetch it up Sunday.

Be a nice trip up there.
- About 10 pounds will do.

- Oh, say, young fellah.

I reckon I'm about the
only old-timer around here

that ain't got some kind of a
lost mine or other.

- So what?

I planned to take the summer off anyhow.

Now I got a chance to dream
about wealth, palaces...

Dames.

- You keep away from her, she's no good.

- Shut up.

- Don't shush me, I know what I am saying.

Everybody knows it, she's no good.

Got a baby already, was never married.

- Well, it's none of your business anyway.

How much is it?

- Oh, well, now just let
me see, young fellah.

Oh, Peggy!

Come help us put this stuff in the car.

- I'll do that.

- You take the beer.

Don't forget the bacon!

- Happy dreams, you fools!

- See, there is the pass.

There is heavy snow up there,
during the whole winter.

And so suddenly, that's how
we got caught, Waltzer and I.

That's where he died.

For two days and two nights we
were fighting the snow-storm.

It was terrible, like an inferno.

We couldn't see a thing, we
were traveling in a circle.

Then he collapsed.

I couldn't carry him.

I was almost finished myself.

Now they say I left him there to die.

You ever seen a place like this?

- You're a scream, old man.

We've seen a dozen such places.

There must be hundreds of them!

- Well, the trouble is that all
the cabins were built alike.

- Well, won't the owner
mind if we use this one?

- What owner? There is no owner.

Sort of no-man's land.

- That's funny.

Gee, I'm hungry.

- Let's see the place.

- Come on, Mike.

What a mess.

- I remember
seeing this place before.

We can put the supplies up there.

- Let's eat first and
then we'll clean up the mess.

- You know, after we struck
it rich, Waltzer and I,

we hardly ate, hardly slept.

The gold-fever got us.

- Nah, it won't get me that way.

- And then we couldn't
leave, because of the snow.

- Look, I don't wanna
hear any more about it.

Why do you keep torturing yourself?

- Ah, everything reminds
me of, it's terrible.

- One thing I don't understand,
why did you wait two years

before you came back to find your mine?

If you'd have come back the next spring,

you probably could've walked right to it!

- I came back, but then I
found out about the curse!

About poison-oaks.

I got the
rash all over the body.

Blisters, burned like the devil.

I was so sick, I had
fever, I had to leave!

And then I was afraid to return.

Until I turned to religion.

- There's no use talking
to you, they're right.

You're all mixed up.

- It's no use.

It's like a haze over my mind.

For weeks now I'm crawling
through holes and caves.

- At least we know a
lot of places it ain't.

- It's good you've got your humor.

- Well, what else can I do?

No, I don't mind, but--
- But what?

- Oh, well, the folks back home will,

they'll call me a sucker
and they'll be right.

What else am I?

- So you think I that
invented the whole story?

That there was no gold-mine, huh?

- Well, to tell you the truth.

Wait.

Hey, somebody got lost up here.

It's that girl, Peggy!

Say, this is a surprise,
what are you doing here?

- Looking for you, Mr. Foley was up here

a couple of Sundays ago
to deliver your bacon.

But he couldn't find you.

So, I thought I'd try,
maybe I'd have better luck.

Where shall I put the bacon?
- Who cares about the bacon?

Gee, I'm glad to see ya Peggy.

- What got into you?

- Guess.

- Yeah, I guess any girl would do it.

- Oh, don't say that.

Say, how about a glass of wine?

- No, I don't drink, no matter
what Mr. Marko thinks of me.

- Got the bill?

Here, pay it.

- It's 7.80 and a buck for gas.

That's what Mr. Foley said.

- I don't dare tip you.

- Don't be bashful, I'll
buy something for my baby.

Thanks, mister.

And don't get too familiar
because of the two bucks.

Mr. Marko would say I'm the
least expensive girl in town.

Bye.

- Hey, wait a minute, I
can't let you go like this.

How about a cigarette before you go?

- Alright.

But just for a minute,
and then I've got to go.

Did you find your gold-mine?

- Yeah, just last night.

When I woke up this morning,
I was so tired from digging,

I had to stay in bed all day.

- Very funny!

- It's not enough he
lost his old gold-mine.

Now he's lost his sense of humor.

Don't shush me, he oughta know what he is!

- I don't want to talk
myself into trouble, bye.

- Hey, Peggy, wait!

Look, couldn't I take you out
Sunday for dinner and dancing?

- I'm sorry, but Sunday's the
only day I have with my baby.

But maybe I could, oh, wait.

Peggy, wait!

- Bye!

- If you'd be more polite
and decent with people

instead of praying all the time.

- I am praying for you.

The Lord may spare you from temptation.

I warned you, I know this woman.

- I do my own praying,
don't worry about me.

Aw, I'm fed up, I didn't
know what I was getting into

when I signed up with you.

- What do you mean? You
can't leave me alone here.

- Oh, I can't, can I?

Well, then let's pack
and get out before dark.

- Oh, no, you can't do
that, we have an agreement!

- You wanna sit here and
wait for a miracle to happen?

I've had enough.

- Oh, that woman.

The Devil sent her to stir up your blood,

and make trouble between you and me.

- Shut up!

Oh, you're the funniest
son-of-a-gun I ever met.

Alright, you old goat.

I'll stay, for a couple of days.

But you've got to remember
where you left your mind.

- I cook you good meal!

Real Serbian food!

Bring me some wood for the fire, go.

I'll outsmart you any time, you.

- Marko!

Marko, come here, quick!

- It's the curse.

A tree fell on him.

- Come here, quick!

I think I've found it.

The mine!

- This is it.

We covered the tunnel before we left.

The cabin was somewhere else.

When we moved out, the brush took over.

That's why I couldn't figure out, I...

My gold.

Look at that.

See that gold vein?

My gold.

15 years of nightmares.

15 years of torture.

It waits for me all these years.

My gold.

My gold.

- Why do you always repeat "my gold?"

It's ours, 50-50.

- Oh no, no, no, yours is inside.

I found this with Waltzer.

- Wait a minute, that
was the agreement, 50-50.

- You can't take my gold!

I paid for it.
- And I found it!

- No, this is Waltzer's
share, so it's mine now.

- We'll see what the lawyer has to say.

- No!

Everybody would know,
there would be a stampede.

They will cheat us out of it.

Nobody must know.

It's alright.

- Hey, you look like a ghost.

You better take it easy.
- It's nothing.

Just the excitement.

Maybe a little brandy, or maybe we should,

we should eat first, huh?

Come.

I can't believe it, it's
like in a dream!

- We got over two months
before winter sets in.

- One of these days I must go
into town to file the claim,

so they won't jump it.

- Won't that tip them off?

- Hah, I filed a claim for
12 years, every summer.

They'll never know when I
really found the gold.

- I wanna hit that mine at
least two hours before bedtime.

Where's the kerosene?
- There.

- You fool.

50-50 for a little supply
expenses and some handiwork.

Don't be a sucker.

Do something about it.

There must be a way.

- You hire a man.

The gold fever will get him.

See that vein?

Look at that.

Look at that, it goes all the way.

For miles and miles.

Gold.

Pure gold.

- Say, we're doin' alright.

- See?

All this can be yours, why share it?

- Anybody home?

It's okay, Peggy, the
old man is downstairs.

- Let me go, I'll scream!

- Come on, come on, you
know I'm crazy about you.

- I'll cut your throat, let me go, I said!

- Why so particular?

What am I, poison?

You live here with the old man.

- I'm warning you, Chuck, I'll kill you!

Let me go, I said!

- Okay, I tried to be nice to ya.

I'll show you, you little wench.

- Let me go!

- Bravo!

Peggy, you sure know how
to take care of yourself.

Get out of here.

Get out, before I lose my temper!

- Thank you, Mr. Marko.
- It's alright.

I'm really sorry, Peggy.

Can you forgive me?

- Why, I don't understand, Mr. Marko.

- Oh, for the way I treated
you, what I said about you.

- Why, everybody says it.

I had so much trouble when
I tried to defend myself,

so I gave up.

I mean, I couldn't afford
to lose my job here.

- Well, they had better watch out

what they say about you now.

- You've sure changed, Mr.
Marko, I don't understand it.

- Hey, what're you
doing here, you old imposter?

- I came to buy some
groceries, and file a claim.

- File a claim?

Where have I heard that before?

- You see, one never knows.

Can I have, here's some,
I hope you can read it.

- What the devil?

Why haven't you gone?

- What are you talking about?

I'm back already.

- What time is it?

I mean...

- Say, you got it bad.

That's the way it was with Waltzer.

Ah, gold.

- I dream about it.

Piles of gold.

Rocks.

Mountains of glittering gold.

- Look at yourself in the
mirror, come, that you must see.

- Is that what gold-fever does to a man?

- Everyone who sees you, knows right away

that we've found the gold.

That's why I shave every day.

- You're right.

I'll shave tomorrow.

- Are you sure you want
to stay over the winter?

- Not one grain of gold must remain.

I told you.

- Well, I
think it will be a long...

Say.

You hear me?

- Now Marko, try to think.

What is stronger than gold,

diamonds and all the
wealth in the world, hm?

Ah, that's it.

A woman, that's the idea.

Now, let's work on it.

- Hey, did you see that
big cloud out there?

Looks like the end of the world.

- Well, a few more days, maybe
a week, then it will start.

- What, the snow?

- Are you sure you want
to stay over the winter?

- We've gone all over that,
why do you keep bringing it up?

- Got all these things written down?

- Yeah.
- Didn't forget anything?

- No, and don't forget salt and dog food.

Alright.
- Here's the money.

Say, you old monkey, you,

you look like you're going out on a spree.

- Well, you never know.

Balkanese blood keeps fresh
and boiling, and I feel rested.

Even you look good to me.

♪ What am I gonna do when you are gone ♪

♪ What am I gonna do
since you're the one ♪

♪ Who am I gonna hold
when you're not here ♪

- Oh, Peggy!

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

It's not eight o'clock yet!

- Just take your time.

I just wanted to be sure
you didn't fall asleep!

- I never do, so what're
you talking about?

- Peggy, what are you doin' in there?

- I'm cutting my toenails,
if you must know.

♪ I swear by stars above you ♪

♪ I never ever loved a
girl like this before ♪

♪ Adore you, adore you ♪

♪ I place my life before you ♪

♪ I need you more and more
and more and more and more ♪

♪ Who am I gonna give my-- ♪

♪ Kisses to ♪

♪ How is it gonna be with someone new ♪

- I'll scratch your dirty
eyes out, you old spider!

- Oh, I was only jokin', come
on, don't be a little fool.

- Go away or I'll call the Sheriff!

Oh, you'll call the Sheriff,
that's a laugh.

As if he wouldn't know what you are.

- Don't you dare, I'm decent!

I've gotta account for
everything I did, but you,

you bunch of dirty hypocrites!

- Oh, now come on, don't be a little fool.

Open the door, Peggy.

Say, I'll buy you a nice new dress.

- What do you think I am?

I wouldn't take anything from
you if I had to die first!

- Peggy.

Open up, it's me, Marko.

♪ What am I gonna do ♪

- Don't cry, Peggy.

Pack your things and come with me, come.

And if anybody touches you,
I'll blow his brains out!

- But where can I go?

The whole town says I'm no good,
nobody would give me a job.

- Don't worry about
that, we'll talk it over.

Make yourself beautiful,
put on your best dress,

and I take you out, huh?

Go.

- Just a minute, what's the big idea?

- You, shut up!

♪ No questions asked ♪

Mm, thank you.

- Oh, I like that number,
I have that record at home.

- How do you feel now?
- Oh, I feel fine.

How about you?
- Oh, I'm quite happy.

Say, you look nice.

That's a nice dress you have.

- Well, I made it myself.

You know what I like about you, Mr. Marko?

You're the only guy that leaves me alone.

The others are mad, they
must be sick or something.

- You know, little girl,
what you need is security

and protection from all these foul people.

I had something in mind, but
I don't know how to say it.

Would you consider spending the winter

up there in the mountains in the cabin?

- You mean to cook and keep house for you?

- Well, I wouldn't dare to
ask you to come there as a

maid or as a servant, what I mean is...

You know?

- No, I really don't,
why don't you tell me?

- Would it be very silly if
I asked you to, to marry me?

Is it much of a shock?

I'm too old, huh?

- Oh, no, no, I just
don't know what to say.

- Well, forget it.

I know I made a fool out of myself.

- Oh, no, Mr. Marko, it's just that, Well,

I'm sort of speechless, I mean,
that you would consider me

good enough to give me your
name and your protection.

After all, I'm...

- The baby would have a name and people

won't dare to say things about you.

Where is it now, I mean, the baby?

- Oh, about 12 miles from here.

In a catholic children's home.

- Uh-huh.

So, what's the answer, Peggy?

- Well I, let me think it over.

- Marko!

I thought something happened
to you, where were you?

Where were you?
- I had some business in town.

- I expected you last night.

- By the way, meet my wife.

- Hi.

- Well, you can put your things here,

on the table before we start organizing.

How do you like it here?

- Hey, what kind of a joke is this?

- What?

- About you being married.
- Do I need your consent?

- Well, no, but of all
the people in the world,

to marry her, after what
you thought about her.

- So, I changed my mind!

You can put your phonograph
here, it won't be in the way.

- Peggy.

- Hm?

- Is it true?

- Sure it's true, what kind of
a joke would that be anyway?

Can I put my things over here?

- You can have the whole corner.

All it needs is a few
nails here, you know?

You can put your wardrobe over here.

The best place it can go.

- I didn't even have a chance
to wash my stockings or my--

- You can do it in the morning.

So--
- I just wonder.

- What?

- Is this the only room here?

- What did you expect, a suite?

- Well, no, but...

How are we going to sleep?

- Now you've got me, I
really forgot about that.

How are we going to sleep?

- I'll take my sleeping
bag out to the mine.

- No you can't do that.

You'd catch cold, I
need you in good health!

- Alright, I'll stack
the supplies at one end,

and throw my sleeping-bag up there.

- Oh, no, couldn't I?

I mean, well, I'm the intruder here.

- Oh, I wouldn't let you sleep up there.

After all, the best is none too
good for the blushing bride.

- That's enough, mister.

- Peggy!

He doesn't mean anything
bad, you must get along.

Until next spring.

- Here, let me help.
- Thanks, I can do it myself.

Nothing to it.

Can't you fellows hang up a couple

of blankets in one of the corners?

I need a little privacy,
after all, I have to--

- Say, how about that
Indian blanket in the car?

It's big and if we put a rope on it--

- That's a good idea.

- And there's not even a place
to put the dishes to dry.

- We'll do something about that, too.

Oh, say, I almost forgot to tell ya.

I hit a high-grade streak this afternoon.

- Oh, I'll drink to that.

What did you say?
- A high-grade streak.

- Where is it,
what did you do with it?

- Take it easy.

Here it is in the honey-can,
take a look at it.

- Stop the phonograph.

Look at that.

Pure gold.

Peggy, come see it.

Look at that.

Isn't that beautiful?

- So, you found your gold-mine.

- Didn't you know?

- Yes, isn't that beautiful?

What do you say, Peggy?

- Well, I'm happy for both of you.

- Didn't you know?
- Of course I knew!

I just married him for the gold!

- Peggy, stop that!

Say, how come you forgot to tell me?

- Well, I was a little
surprised about your marriage.

- You mean, my marriage upset you so much

that you forgot to tell me about the gold?

- I'll go get the blanket.

- What's biting him?

- Search me.

♪ You've been good ♪

♪ You've been bad ♪

♪ You have made me feel so sad ♪

♪ Hey, you can't play games ♪

♪ With my heart ♪

♪ You've been right ♪

♪ You've been wrong ♪

♪ With your whims, I have strung along ♪

♪ Say, you can't play games ♪

♪ With my heart ♪

- Peeping Tom!

♪ You love me ♪

♪ Or you love me not ♪

♪ This advice ♪

♪ Is all I've got to offer you ♪

♪ Baby ♪

- You know, it's getting
quite cold at night.

Well, Peggy, how are you doing?

How's your comfort?
- It's alright.

I'll get used to it.

- Well, we'll improve things
as we, say, that's beautiful.

- That's your wedding present.
- Uh-huh, is it nice?

Now, let's hit the hay, it's getting late.

You'll sleep on the upper bunk.

It's easier for you to climb,
and I'll take this one.

Wait, I'll help you.

Goodnight, Peggy.

- Goodnight, Mr. Marko.

It's quite cool, I kept it
under water for a while.

- Mm, under hot water, I guess, huh?

- Why, I do my best, what more can I do?

- It's alright, he's just teasing you.

- Aren't you coming to help us?

- I only have two hands.

- And that's exactly what we
need here, your two hands.

Careful!

It's gold-bearing ore, don't spill it!

Look what you do.

- I'm sorry, I've
never ran a wheelbarrow before.

- Got to learn it, now
turn it over, dump it.

Oh, don't be so clumsy.

Here, look, go away.

Huh?

Mike, come here.

- This is no work for you,
why don't you tell him?

- Don't worry about me.

- Blister?

- I'm alright.

- Is that what he married
you for, to slave here?

- It's none of your business,
I can take care of myself.

- It's working wonderfully.

Just keep it up.

- Gee, it must be noon. I'm hungry.

Why don't you go fix us some lunch?

I'll handle this end.

- Okay.

Come on, Mike.

- Where are you going?

- Your partner told me to
fix lunch, he's hungry.

- Oh, he is?

Say, next time let me
tell my wife what to do.

- Okay, then.

Tell her she don't have
to work so hard any more.

- That's very generous of you,
but we have a deal, 50-50.

In work and profits.

- So, that's it.

- What?

- Now I can understand why you
changed your mind about her.

Why you married her.

So somebody could hold
your end of the work up.

Why, that's not marriage.

That's just a dirty trick!

- Say, why are you so concerned about her?

What is it to you, jealous maybe?

- Well, let's not talk about it any more.

You're right, it's none of my business.

- Wait!

Let me finish, what's the hurry?

- Sorry.

- Gee, I need a haircut.

Say, maybe I oughta take half a day off

and go into town when
I've finished that spot.

- Say, you could bring me a few things.

Some cleanser, wood polish,
and bobby-pins and wool.

And you can bring some
of those little magazines

for the long evenings around here.

- The Good Book never makes
the evenings seem long to me.

- Okay, we'll all sit around
and read the Bible, how's that?

- The boy sure has changed
since you came here.

- Maybe he doesn't
want me around here.

- Maybe it's the other way around.

- How's that?

- Maybe he's in love with you.

- Mr. Marko, I want to tell you something.

Something that's been on my
mind for a long time now.

Since our marriage ceremony,
you've never kissed me.

You've never embraced me.

And you let me sleep up
there on the upper bunk.

A woman, I mean a wife, wants to belong.

For her own protection, she
wants to belong to her man.

It gives her security.

Don't you understand that?

Now, look at me.

Don't I appeal to you?

- You sure caught me
unprepared for your speech.

I don't know how to
explain it, but you see,

I'm a man of principles, of religion.

After we are through here
with the gold-digging,

and we come back to our own
home and I'm ready to raise

a family, then I'll have
a justification for it.

I don't know if you understand,
but that's how I feel.

- Oh, you're up already?

- Yeah, isn't it beautiful?

It's nice and warm outside.

- Just like a fairy-tale.

Just beautiful.

- I heated some water for you.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, look at that.

- The Lady In
Ermine we always called it

when I was a kid.

- It's exactly as it was with Waltzer.

Overnight.

- Here we go again.
- What you say?

- Nothing, uh, there goes my haircut.

- And my magazines.

Oh, I know how to cut hair.

I used to practice on Foley.

- Peggy, why don't you put on something?

- Oh, I forgot.

- Say, it's snowing outside.

- What's the idea? I'm not blind.

- I thought you had no time to look?

- Oh, you're getting
more senile every day.

- What did he mean by that?

What does it mean, "senile?"

- Oh, I don't
know, I think it means

clever or something.

- He's a nice boy.

I think you should give him the haircut.

- Mr. Marko.
- Yes?

- Would you wash
my back for me, please?

It's already soaped up.

- Oh, you mean...

- What're you doing over there?

Say a good word for me
too, I sure need it.

I hope I don't catch cold.

- You have enough hair
to stuff a mattress.

- Ah, a little shorter back
of the ears, if you please.

- Say, you want me to cut off your ear?

- I can't understand why you married him.

- Lean forward and hold still, please.

- Or why he married you, for that matter.

First he talked me out of you and then--

- That was clever
of him, don't you think?

- Mm, yeah, maybe.

Sometimes I think he
enjoys seeing me upset.

He gets a kick out of my
being crazy about you.

- Are you?

- I stopped dreaming about the gold.

- You shouldn't have said that.

- Why?

- Because I want a peaceful life.

Mr. Marko is nice to me.

He's the only guy who leaves me alone.

- That's a nice
recommendation for a husband.

- What is it?

- I just saw him.

He was spying on us.

- I like to watch you make those.

- Go ahead, try one, I'll show you how.

- Ah-ah, but why do smoke
those home-made ones?

- Because I ran out of the other kind.

Say, that gives me an idea.

Why don't we take a couple of day off?

Go into town, what do you say?

- What's the matter, don't
you like our company?

- That's not the point.

We're rich now, we've got lots of money.

To buy Christmas presents with.

Christmas is just around the corner.

- The pass is miles
away, miles of deep snow.

- Things have changed, Marko,
since you were snowed in.

There's a highway across the pass now.

A bus passes there twice a day, both ways.

It's only about 10 miles,
and I can make snow-shoes

for all three of us.

- Oh, I wouldn't let Peggy go
through such an experience.

- Why don't you go, Ray?

Take a week off, it'll do you good.

- It's cold!

He's in his shirtsleeves,
he'll catch cold.

- Say, why are you
so concerned about him?

What's going on here?

- Well, isn't it important to you

that he stays in good health?

- What a wonderful wife.

Always thinking of her husband.

- Cut it out, will you?

If you don't trust me, say so.

Ray!

Come in here a minute.

Sit down.

Now listen, you two fellahs.

I've had enough trouble in the past,

and I won't let anyone
push me around any more.

Mr. Marko here suspects us.

I know I've got a bad
reputation, but it's just because

people won't ask questions,
they just condemn you.

When I married Mr. Marko,
I remember what I said.

"Through thick and through
thin, till death do us part".

Believe it or not, it
meant something to me.

He gave me back my self-respect,

and he gave my baby a decent name.

I'm grateful.

But I won't let anyone interfere.

So, no monkey-business,
no flirting, no passes.

And no suspicion, let's keep it decent.

Now, I think I'll fix a little tea.

You must be cold, Ray, pick up the cards.

- Well, I sure got a good spanking.

I'm sorry, Peggy, that
I misjudged you again.

But that son-of-a-gun, Ray,
he always looks at you so--

- So what?

Let him look.

I like to look at him, too.

- Say.

Why don't you dance together, you two?

Go ahead.

- Why, you really are
nuts, you old buzzard.

- Why?

I want to show you that I trust you.

Go ahead, you're young people, have fun.

- Come on, Ray, I haven't danced for ages.

♪ And want me at last ♪

♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ I promise there'll be ♪

- Let's keep it decent, partner.

Oh, this is a nice one.

Ray, please don't spoil our fun.

Oh, this is a wonderful view.

I could scream with joy.

- Go ahead, scream.

Oh, go ahead.

You know, it's a lot different up here.

Away from the cabin.

Some yellow metal in a honey-can
doesn't mean so much now.

- I always heard that
gold-fever can ruin a man.

- I think I'm out of danger.

The gold has strong competition now.

- I'll be glad
when the winter's over,

and we won't see each other any more.

When we say goodbye, it must be for keeps.

- Let me hold your hand.

Oh, there's no harm in that.

- Oh, it's nice and warm in here.

Where shall we put the tree?

What is it?

- Mike, he's sick.

- Oh, no, he's just resting.

- No.

I think he's dying.

- Oh, no.

Oh, no.

- Oh, how did this happen?

- What is it?

- Poor little Mike.

- Is he sick?

- He's dying.

The coyote poison, it fell from the shelf.

It's freezing.

Must be at least six below.

- Ray, will you do me a favor?

Climb up and get the salt,
the can's almost empty.

- Sure.

Hey, where is it?

I can't find it.

- I don't know.

You two guys brought the
supplies and stocked them.

- Marko, where's the salt?

- Huh, what did you say?

- Where did you put the salt?
- I don't know.

I handed it to you, you stacked it there.

Don't you remember?

- Well, then we're out of it.

- You're kidding?

- Maybe I'm blind, but I don't see

any salt up here anywhere.
- Ah, it's impossible.

Wait, I'll see.

Oh.

I think I forgot to buy
some on my last trip.

That was, that was really
a good Christmas dinner.

Peggy, for this, you deserve a medal.

- Well, I didn't have enough
salt, but what could I do?

- It was alright, too much
salt's unhealthy anyway.

- But not enough is worse,
what are we gonna do about it?

- Oh, let's forget about it.

To friendship, health, and wealth.

- Say, I've a present for you two fellahs.

- Ah, didn't get anything for her.

- It's not much, here.
- Oh, look at that.

- Oh, gee, Peggy.

This is a wonderful thought,
I didn't expect anything.

When'd you make it?

- Oh, I just had a little
wool left over, it's nothing.

- I, uh, I have a Christmas
present for you too.

For both of you.

In my legal papers, it
says a share of 50-50.

Well, now there's three of us.

Peggy works as hard as we
do, so we split three ways.

- Oh, no.

No, Ray, that wouldn't be fair.

- Well, it seem fair to me.

Of course, I can't speak
for Marko's share, but...

How about it, Marko?

- Well, you sure put me on the spot.

It's a nice thought.

Peggy, for this, you should
give him a nice kiss.

Well, go ahead.

Nah, that's not a kiss, that's an insult!

I mean a real, nice kiss, with a clinch!

Go ahead.

- Well, I don't know what
you've got on your mind,

you old devil, but you asked for it!

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

- Sure, sure.

Yeah.

Bring some punch and let's make
some music and have fun huh?

I don't know, I can't eat.

Sometimes I wish that some of the gold,

would change into salt.

Like running out of fuel.

- Oh, it can't be that bad, I feel fine,

and I'm eating the same things.

- Yeah, we'll see later on.

Ran out of salt with a fellow named Brown.

Some years ago, in the hills.

We almost went crazy.

After two months, we came
back to town, each one

bought a sack of salt, we
sat down and licked it.

I tell you, it tasted
sweeter than honey.

- Why do you have to
keep talking about it?

- I know it's my fault.

I remember, I had it on the list!

Must have forgotten with
all this marrying business.

Well, I tell you what I'll do.

I'll make a pair of snow-shoes,
the weather is nice,

I know my way, I'll go into
town and buy some salt.

- That's a crazy idea, Mr.
Marko, you can't do that.

- You mean I'm too old?

- Well, no!

Why don't you go, Ray?
- Oh no, I won't let him go.

Why should he pay for my mistakes?

No, no, no.

It's no danger, the weather is nice.

The sky is clear, the snow is quite soft.

I think I will even enjoy
the trip.

So what's the difference, I'll do it...

What is it?

Why do you look so perplexed?

- You must be joking, you
don't really mean to--

- To leave you here alone, why not?

Can't I trust you, didn't
you ask me to trust you?

What better proof can I give you?

- Well, why don't you both go?

It would be easier that way.

- To leave you here alone, a woman?

- Nobody would steal me.

- Now, let's not talk about
it, I've made up my mind.

So wait, what do I need?

I need a willow, deer-hide strips.

You can help me, Ray, I'll show you how.

- I know how, that's not the point.

Can't you see you're upsetting Peggy?

- I don't know why!

I leave tomorrow, the next
day I'm back, is that so bad?

- You're the boss, Mr. Marko.

You must know what you're doing.

- Is this a threat?

- If you're so smart, answer for yourself.

- Why are you two so jumpy?

Don't you trust yourselves?

- Marko, either you're too
smart or you're too stupid.

Why should you trust me?
- Alright, I don't trust you!

So, I trust my wife, how is that?

- What kind of a wife is she anyhow?

She sleeps right between us!

- Now, listen you!

Oh, I see what you mean.

It's none of your business anyway.

- You know, this is the first holiday

I haven't been with my baby.

Next year will be different.

We'll be together, I hope.

- What's its name?

- Charlie, after his daddy.

You know that was a lot of nonsense

about us not being married.

Charlie was here on
furlough, and we got married.

But I don't know what
happened to the papers.

They got mixed up and before
we could sign a duplicate,

he was called back.

Three weeks later, we got
word that he had died.

Killed in action.

You know it always fascinates me

how you make those cigarettes.

- Go ahead, try it.

Now, bend it with these two fingers.

Now let go with one hand
and take the tobacco.

Now spread it, evenly, not too much.

Here, now, now press it against the paper.

Lightly, not too hard.

- It's so tricky.

- Now roll it, back and forth.

No, the paper, not the tobacco.

No, here, let me show you.

Now, lick it.

Wet it.

More, more, it won't stick together.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- I know, but I couldn't help it.

Oh, Peggy, it's torture.

Maybe I oughta pack my things and go away.

- Maybe you should.

But maybe I couldn't
stay here, without you.

No, Ray, please don't.

Mr. Marko trusts me and I
don't want to feel cheap.

- What kind of a husband is he anyway?

He goes off and leaves
you and doesn't care--

- He leaves his gold here too,
and he sure cares about that.

- But that's different, can't you see?

He married you for selfish
reasons, not for love.

He'd have married any woman,
just so long as she was

strong enough to work for him.

- So, you think your love is unselfish?

If I would be the same girl, only haggard,

and cross-eyed and
bow-legged and bad teeth,

you'd love me just the same, huh?

Just for myself?

- There's no sense in arguing with you.

- Ah, ah, ah.

- It's no use, the ace
of spades is buried.

- Let me try one.

What time is it?

- A quarter to 11.

- Still about eight hours until dawn.

- Say, are you serious
about staying up all night?

- Why not? If you're sleepy,
go ahead and lie down.

- Well, I can take my
sleeping bag out to the mine.

- You can't do that,
you'll freeze to death.

- You can come out and keep me warm.

You forgot to put one over here.

- Oh, well look, there.

Ray, please don't.

- Maybe I'll never have a
chance to tell you this, Peggy.

But, well, this isn't
just the usual thing.

A guy, restless,

just because he sees a
female around the house.

I never felt like this before.

I can't imagine going
on living, without you.

- What are you trying to
do, Ray, break my heart?

Do you think it is easy for me?

Oh, Ray, if you only knew.

But there's nothing else for us to do

but to try to forget it.

- When the winter's over
and I go back to my farm,

I'll probably go in a corner
and cry like a little baby.

- Will you make me a cigarette, please?

- Yeah, sure.

I have to get some tobacco.

- Hey there, did you fall asleep?

- No, I'm...

I'm coming down.

- Ray, what's the matter with you?

- Peggy, stay calm.

Don't show any concern.

- What is it, for heaven sakes?

- Take a look at the window,
the lower left corner.

But take it easy.

- It's all frozen up, I can't see a thing.

- Now, take another look.

Can't you see?

The ice, it's melting.

Can't you see the water
running down the window?

- Ray, I'm scared.

What is it?

- Somebody was breathing on that window.

On the outside, I mean.

- An animal?

A bear, maybe?

- Don't be silly.

Peggy, listen, don't ask any questions.

Do what I say.

Now, get up.

- But--
- No buts, do what I say.

Now walk over to Marko's bed.

Peggy, don't you trust me?

Do what I say.

Now sit down on the bed.

Go on, sit down.

Now take off your shoes.

Keep talking, laugh.

Be seductive.

- Ray, you're crazy,
what do you want from me?

- For heaven sakes, don't argue!

Lie down.

Now, stretch out your arms to me,

as if inviting me to come closer.

- I certainly will not.
- Peggy.

Don't argue, and don't joke,
this is no time for it.

- If you come any closer, I'll kick you.

- Shut up.

Here I am, Marko.

Peggy, turn on the light.

- Wait a minute.
- You, back up.

- I know exactly
what's going on here.

I saw you both!

- Sit down, old man, you must be tired.

You see, Marko, I had
to use this little trick

to get you in here before
you caught cold outside.

- What do you mean?

I had to come back, I missed the bus,

and I had blisters on my
feet, so I...

- Sure, sure.

Only, you didn't have to go
into town to get any salt.

There's a whole sack of it up there.

Enough for three months.

But you preferred to hide it.

So you'd have an excuse to go off

and leave us here alone together.

Why, you planned this
night from the moment

you first brought your wife up here.

- What are you talking about?
- Shut up!

You planned to kill me.

To get rid of the 50-50 partner.

You felt sorry suddenly about
giving away part of your gold.

So you figured out how to do it.

Quite clever, I must say.

You married Peggy, a
bad girl in your mind.

And you brought her out here,
so we could fall in love.

You used all kinds of tricks
to arouse our affections.

Why, you even played jealous.

Forced us to dance, to kiss.

To get ideas into our heads, to excite us.

And then you pretended to go into town.

Only, you hung around outside
the house and spied on us,

hoping to catch us cheating on you,

so you could shoot to kill!

The unwritten law.

No jury would convict you,
the poor, cheated husband.

Yes, pray, you old hypocrite.

Ask the devil to forgive ya.

Nobody else would listen to your prayers.

You stopped at nothing.

You even killed my
little dog so he wouldn't

give you away while you
were spying on us outside.

Ray, stop it!

Stop it!

Ray, don't!

- I'd like to kill him.

Oh, let's get outta here.

Here's your share.

I split the gold three ways.

- Goodbye, Mr. Marko.

I'll leave my address with
Foley for legal formalities.

Ray, look at that cloud.

- Yeah, looks like a storm.

Put your foot on it.

- Do you think it's safe to go?

- It all depends on
which way the wind will blow.

- Ray, watch out!

- Why, you dirty murderer,
I oughta break your neck.

But you're still Peggy's husband,

and I won't make trouble for her.

- Hey!

Wait!

Don't leave me here!

I think I broke my leg, I...

Help me!

- Ray, wait!

Shouldn't we go back?

- No, never!

Let's go.

- Peggy!

Peggy!

Peggy!

Help!

Help!

- Look, the highway!