Bronco Billy Page #7

Big Eagle is a writer,

Leonard, a Vietnam War deserter...

Lefty, a bank teller, Doc, a doc...

and Billy, a shoe salesman

from New Jersey.

- He told you that?

- Yes!

You're the first assistant he's ever told.

But we're so different!

I hate to tell you what I come from,

Antoinette...

but I sure am not an Indian by blood.

I am Big Eagle's squaw

and that makes me an Indian at heart.

Don't you understand what Bronco Billy

and the Wild West Show are all about?

You can be anything you want.

All you have to do is go out and become it.

I didn't mean to bring bad luck

to the show.

You didn't.

What am I going to do?

I can't tell you that.

But I do know you're running away

from yourself...

and until you know who you want to be...

you're never gonna get very far.

I want you to take me in your arms

and make love to me.

I would, but unless you love me,

it wouldn't be any good.

I love you, Bronco Billy.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

We got the rest of the night and

the rest of our lives to enjoy each other.

"We are barroom buddies

and that's the best kind."

"Nobody fools with a buddy of mine."

"Laugh when you're happy."

"Cry when you're blue."

In two days, you shall have your big tent.

Do you think it would be all right if I

said a few words to your patients here?

Yeah, certainly.

Folks!

I'd like to...

I'd like to thank you

from the bottom of my heart...

for the great work you're doing

for me and my outfit.

Three cheers for Bronco Billy!

Good morning, Lefty.

What's so good about it?

Smell that fresh air.

Look at the blue sky above.

Have you been drinking some

of Doc's Snake Bite?

I know you think I've brought bad luck

to the show.

I'll shoot straight with you. You have.

Maybe I have brought bad luck and I know

I've been very hard to get along with...

but I'd like to change.

I want to be part of the outfit.

Would you give me

a second chance, please?

One rotten apple can spoil

the whole barrel.

I know, but I've been

like a scared little calf in a herd.

A man has to prove himself on the range.

That holds for a woman.

Could we have a cup of coffee, Mr. LeBow?

If you got a calling for it.

Practice one hour in the morning,

one hour in the evening...

and you'll be like Bronco Billy.

I will.

Howdy, pard.

Please come in, Mr. Atherton.

Arlington!

Sit down, please.

I like to hold these informal sessions

with all the new patients...

so that I can get to know their problems.

As you know,

I have been sent here for life...

for murdering my wife, but I was framed.

My wife is the woman

in Bronco Billy's Wild West Show!

I know! I've seen her!

You've got to believe me!

Why don't you start at the beginning?

Tell me all about it.

Her stepmother's lawyer

offered me $500,000...

if I would confess to the murder.

How was I last night, Bronco Billy?

You weren't performing, Miss Lily.

That's not what I meant.

You did just great.

I did?

Yeah. You know why?

- Because you're a cowboy?

- No.

I could've been a sailor

or a lumberjack or the President.

We felt that good

because we love each other.

The Apaches have a word for it.

- They do?

- Yep!

My God, I'm even beginning

to talk like you.

You mean, you're becoming a cowgirl?

I'm a rooting tooting cowgirl

from the Rio Grande.

You know, I've been thinking...

with just a little time, I could

teach you to draw and twirl a gun. Shoot.

"Takes hours of practice to learn that."

"No problem."

Whatever you say, Bronco Billy.

Excuse me, Billy.

Could I have a moment of your time?

Also the young lady's?

Shoot, Doc.

It's me, John Arlington.

Tell them you're alive!

Back off, stranger.

Try to control yourself, Mr. Arlington.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Mr. Arlington believes you to be his wife.

Whenever a patient has an hallucination, I

try to confront them with the facts of life.

What on earth are you doing here?

I was framed!

You mean, he really is your husband?

What'd you run off and leave her for?

If you knew what she was like,

you'd run off, too!

- You really are Antoinette Lily?

- Who else would she be?

Would somebody tell me

what's going on here?

I'll have to call the authorities.

I'm so glad you're alive.

Because I'm going to sue you

and your stepmother...

and that crooked lawyer of yours

for all you've got!

Do you mind telling me

what's going on here?

She's my wife!

And I was just beginning to like her.

They look like a herd of buffalo!

Are you patients here at Mineral Wells?

Have the doctors treated you well?

Can you tell me anything

about John Arlington?

Didn't you know the entire country

thought you had been murdered?

I never read newspapers.

This man, your husband,

has been convicted of murdering you...

and now you show up alive!

I don't know what to think!

I find it a small misunderstanding,

Lieutenant.

Maybe you do and maybe I do...

but I doubt the FBI will find it

a misunderstanding.

The FBI?

They'll be here tonight...

to transport you, Mr. McCoy

and his people back to New York City...

for an inquiry.

What do I have to go to New York for?

For harboring a fugitive.

How can I be a fugitive if I were dead?

I don't know what you are,

but the FBI will know.

I hope they throw the book at you.

Shut up, you little termite!

Newspaper reporters are crawling

all over the place.

Tell them...

an official statement

will be forthcoming.

All right.

I have nothing more to say.

- Get ready to pull out of here tonight.

- Suits me fine!

What did they ask?

I ain't going back to New York City!

What about Antoinette?

She's bad luck!

What was I supposed to think?

You missing, he was alive...

I knew he was only after your money.

Good evening, ladies.

I am happy to report

that everything has been taken care of.

Wonderful!

Isn't that wonderful, darling?

She hasn't spoken a word since her return.

She's been through a terrible ordeal.

My poor little baby.

John Arlington has been compensated

for his discomfort.

If Antoinette would like the marriage

annulled, I'd be happy to arrange it.

What about the inheritance money?

I'm afraid, my dear, you are at the mercy

of your loving stepdaughter.

Antoinette, my poor, poor baby.

What do you want?

Darling...

now that you're home,

I want us so much to become friends.

We've never been friends

and we never will be.

But don't worry, I won't throw you out

on the streets where you belong.

So long, Bronco Billy.

How soon do you think

before we can show our faces?

I would say that last round put us

very close to the poorhouse.

We show our faces...

those feds are gonna be on us like flies.

Nothing in the paper about us.

That's just an old FBI trick, Princess,

trying to make us think the coast is clear.

You figuring on us shooting it out

with the FBI?

Bronco Billy ain't afraid

of no tin-horn sheriff!

What about if we hide out

in the mountains?

- Have you ever hidden in the mountains?

- Nope.

It snows in the mountains.

Get the picture?

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