Annie Oakley Page #6

Since when did you take over

setting my routines?

- Why I only thought...

- You're paid to jabber, not to think.

My contract don't call for carrying out

your half-wit brainstorms.

Sorry, friends, but Mr. Walker seems

indisposed to accept the challenge.

Oh, he's scared he'll miss.

Indisposed nothing. He's afraid.

Yeah, he's afraid she'll beat him.

I always did say he didn't have any nerve.

He's trying to queer Annie's act.

What's the matter with you,

trying to start a stampede?

Oh, just having a little fun with him,

Mr. Hogarth.

He's got it coming to him.

Any fellow that chicken-livered...

Shut up.

I ought to fire the whole lot of you.

He could do it easy.

He's just trying to queer the show.

He's got a yellow streak

down his back a yard wide.

He aimed to hit her.

- Annie!

- Walker, I ought to kill you right here.

There, now, honey. We'll have a doctor

for you in just a second.

Oh, I'm all right.

Bring on the next act!

Honest, Colonel, I tried...

Walker, I'm giving you 10 minutes

to pack up and get off the grounds.

That suits me fine,

but first I'm gonna see Annie.

She don't want no part of you.

This is my fault. I should have

thrown him out a long time ago.

He didn't mean to do it. I know he didn't.

Oh, yes, he did. He deliberately hit you

in the shooting hand.

Oh, he wouldn't try to hurt anybody.

You don't understand him.

Rustle him out of here, boys.

- I've got to see him.

- Come on, Annie, we'll see the doctor.

Presenting riders of all nations in review.

- Well, Doctor, what's the verdict?

- No tendons severed. She'll be all right.

- To shoot?

- Oh, yes, it's not really serious

if she takes care of her hand

for a few weeks.

Better let Annie rest now, folks.

Please stop fussing over me

and tell me where Toby is.

- Now, now, now, now.

- You children, run out in the hall and play.

But I want him. Why isn't he here?

You mustn't upset yourself, Miss Oakley.

Please try to rest.

But I can't rest

until I find what's become of him.

It doesn't hurt a bit anymore.

You're all keeping him away from me.

Now, honey, you mustn't have any

more truck with that...

He didn't mean to do it.

He's sweet and kind.

You don't understand him.

- None of you do.

- Annie, please.

You never gave him a chance

from the first day you saw him.

Well, I'll tell you something,

he's better than the whole bunch of you

put together.

There, there, precious,

everything will be all right.

Now, don't you worry, little missy.

We're going to have you right as rain

in just a few days.

- Good night, Annie.

- Boys, if you don't mind.

Bye.

- You're gonna be fit as a fiddle, Annie.

- Good night, Annie.

- Goodbye, doctor.

- Good night.

There, there, baby.

Try to get some sleep.

I'll be along in a minute, Mrs. Oakley.

It wasn't his fault. I know it wasn't.

If I could only talk to him.

Annie, dear, you're just a kid.

You've got to believe in the people

who really love you,

and the sooner you forget about him,

the better.

But I'm not going to forget about him.

Try to get some sleep.

Toby!

Honey, your hand, honest, I...

It's nothing.

Nothing, now that you're here.

They're saying I done it on purpose.

There's something

I've got to tell you, Annie.

- You've said enough already, Walker.

- Please, Jeff.

I'm sorry, Annie. You may hate me for this

but tonight he'll do his talking to me.

I've got nothing to say to you, Hogarth.

What did you want to tell me, Toby?

The less you say, the better, Walker.

But I've got something to tell you,

you're going to clear out of this kid's life.

I see, trying to fix it up for yourself, huh?

You know that isn't so.

I think Annie knows that her happiness

is all that matters to me,

to everybody in this show, except you.

What have you got to offer?

A selfish, swelled head

and a future that's behind you.

Maybe you're right.

Toby, you know I don't believe that.

- Goodbye.

- Toby!

Now, now, now.

I'm going to run along

and let you get some rest.

You mustn't be too hurt about this.

You'll find that a fellow like that

is pretty easy to forget.

Well, I guess

I'll let you get a little sleep, Chief.

Good night.

Good night.

Come in.

Hello.

I thought you might need

a little cheering up.

You're wasting your time, kid.

The great Toby Walker is on the skids.

Don't let them sell you that, Toby.

Why, we could put

the old vaudeville act together again

and play to standing room only.

I'm all played out, Vera.

You've got a good job. Hang on to it.

Oh, that. Listen, Toby,

what you need is a little romping.

I'm gonna take you out

and show you the town.

Toby.

Well, well, if it ain't little dead-eye.

Maybe you'd like to join us.

We're just going out and paint the town.

Toby, I've got to talk to you.

Your friend Hogarth was right.

There's been enough said already.

- But...

- Listen, dead-eye,

why don't you quit pounding this man?

You ain't done him

a nickel's worth of good.

Ever since he first seen you, he's had

one piece of rotten luck after the other.

- Vera!

- Ain't you satisfied

with the way you got him messed up now?

Just busting with the juices

of human kindness, ain't you?

Well, I guess you helped me

do her a favor, at that.

Well, so long, my little sugar plum.

So long?

I thought we was gonna paint the town.

The Bill show's celebrating

with the rip-snortingest blowout

this old town's ever had.

Bill, don't bother Annie tonight.

Wait and tell her in the morning.

Why, this will do her more good

than a barrel of medicine.

Don't be such a bluenose, Jeff.

You'd have the poor kid thinking

there wasn't no Santa Claus.

Annie! Annie!

Well, missy, we've got great news

and you're gonna be the first to hear it.

Buffalo Bill's Wild West show

with the one and only Annie Oakley

is breaking camp for a tour of Europe.

- Europe?

- That's right.

Why, Annie, you'll have kings and queens

throwing their crowns in the air.

But right now,

you're gonna help us celebrate.

Champagne for the boys,

but for Annie Oakley,

a big bottle of sarsaparilla.

- Come on, Annie.

- Would...

Would you mind very much

if I didn't come to your party?

Why, no, no. Of course we wouldn't mind.

Come on, Bill.

I guess I'm just an old blundering fool.

- Your little hand. You must...

- My hand's all right.

- Come on. Good night, Annie.

- Good night.

Good night, missy.

What's this?

- Here.

- Gas.

- Chief!

- He's been shooting out the lights.

- Of all the unmitigated nerve...

- What happened to you?

All right, all right, all right.

Never mind, never mind.

Don't you worry. Don't you worry, Mac.

I'll pay all the damage.

The Chief can shoot up all the hotels

he wants tonight.

We're celebrating, Mac. We're celebrating!

Annie, you're to be presented

to the Czar and the Czarina.

Your Majesty,

may I present to you Miss Oakley.

Annie, I'm afraid you just never

will learn about crowned heads.

You're supposed to always take

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