Bus Stop Page #5

Keep your mind on that bull,

or you're gonna break your neck.

Don't worry about me, Virge.

I ain't gonna break my neck.

If I was to break my neck,

I couldn't get married.

If he was to break his neck,

that's about the only hope you've got.

RODEO ANNOUNCER:
Believe it or not,

here's our old friend, Bo Decker.

He's still wearing that green scarf.

Let's hope it brings him luck

again in the bull riding.

(BAND BEGINS PLAYING)

Aah!

(SQUEALING)

Good riding, Bo.

Cherry! Did you see me ride that bull?

Cherry!

Bo, stop it!

(LAUGHTER)

Cherry!

He don't have no manners at all.

No, but he's got somethin' else.

And he's gonna get some little gal.

You just watch.

Well, it ain't gonna be me.

Besides, how can we get married?

He ain't made no arrangements.

Silly.

Cherie, look.

Ain't that a preacher?

Oh, my goodness!

Excuse me, please. Excuse me, please.

Hey, where's the cowboy

that's gettin' married?

What?

- Getting married? Here at the rodeo?

- That's right.

- Elliot.

- Boing!

There she is! The cowboy's girl.

RODEO ANNOUNCER:

Ladies and gentlemen,

Bo Decker is also entered

in our bulldogging contest.

Get him, get him, get him!

(CHEERING)

- How do you get outta here?

- The exit's over there.

But to get to it, you gotta

go around the corral, then you...

Where you goin'? Hey!

Cherie! You shouldn't be crossin' there!

Cherry, where you goin'?

Cherry, what's goin' on here?

Wait a minute, Cherry! Where you goin'?

Oh, my shoe! Oh, I'll get it!

Cherry, come back!

Stop her! Hey, somebody hold

this thing for me!

I'm tellin' ya, she ain't here,

she ain't been here, and I don't know

when she's comin' back.

I don't believe you!

She's here someplace. I know she is.

VIRGE:
Bo, if she ain't here,

she ain't here.

Now we gotta go get some supper, and get

your mind clear for the finals tonight.

I don't care about the finals! I want Cherry!

- Cherry!

- Ma'am.

He don't give up that easy.

If I'm not careful, I'm gonna end up

in East No Place, Montana,

with nothin' but him and a bunch of cows.

Hey, what are you doing?

We're gonna pack your stuff and we're

gonna stash your suitcase at the club,

just in case you have

to make a quick getaway.

I can't go back to the club.

That's the first place he'll look.

If you don't show up for work, they sure

ain't gonna give you no advance.

Now listen. He's ridin' in the rodeo.

You're safe till it's over anyway.

And you just tell that cashier

that you gotta have money 'cause

your poor old grandmother is sick.

My poor old grandmother's sick.

I just don't understand that boy.

- What's he got on his mind, anyhow?

- Me.

I'm gonna find her and I'm gonna marry

her, and that's all there is to it.

You gotta get her off your mind.

At least till after the rodeo tonight.

- I ain't gonna be in the rodeo tonight.

- If you'll go to the rodeo,

- I'll find her and hold her for you.

- You will?

I don't say she's gonna marry you.

But I'll have her there at

the Blue Dragon when you get through.

- Okay, Virge, if you promise!

- I promise!

My poor ol' grandmother's very sick,

so if I could just have an advance.

Not without the boss okays it,

and he's watchin' the rodeo.

He'll be back when it's over.

Her grandmother'll be dead by then.

Let's you and me have a little drink, miss.

C'mon. I'm so dry, I'm spittin' cotton.

Two whiskeys, miss.

Take it easy. I'm on your side.

I don't want him to marry you neither.

- You don't?

- I sure don't.

Oh! I suppose I ain't

good enough for him, is that it?

I didn't say that.

I suppose he's as pure

as a bunch of driven snow.

As a matter of fact, he is.

You trying to tell me...

He never even kissed a gal

before he met you.

You're forgettin' he spent his whole

life pretty far out in the country.

I know what happens in the country.

I'm from the country myself.

I've been kissing boys

since I was knee high to...

Well, that's the point!

You're kinda sophisticated for Bo.

He sure didn't kiss like it was the first time.

Well, Bo picks things up real quick.

First time, huh?

That's right.

Sure ain't never had that honor before.

I hate to put you through this,

but I promised him I'd keep you here

till he got back.

Course, I didn't say anything about where

you might take a notion to go after that.

Oh! Ol' Vera's sure gonna miss you, honey.

Oh, what was I supposed to say again?

I never was any good at lyin'.

It ain't all that complicated. We just

sit here and talk to him for a while.

Then you turn casually and you say,

"Bo, the show is gonna start pretty soon.

"I guess I better go powder my nose."

And then what do I...

And then you go to your dressing room

where your suitcase is.

You change your clothes,

you climb out of the window,

and you get down to the bus station.

(EXCITED SHOUTING)

The rodeo must be over.

Wonder what's keepin' Bo?

I know what's keepin' him.

He's probably arguin' and yellin'

and pushin' some poor

little helpless animal around.

Whatever give you

an idea like that, Cherry?

(CHUCKLING) Nice to see ya, honey.

I was afraid ya got yourself trampled

to death in that crowd this afternoon.

Where ya been, Bo?

Well, I had a couple of errands

to run after the rodeo.

I bought us three tickets

for tonight's bus to Montana.

By the way,

there's $4,000 that I got for winnin'

every event at that there rodeo.

'Cept steer wrestlin'. Would've won

that too but they gave me a bum steer.

(LAUGHING)

Don't give me no credit for that one.

One of the other fellas thought it up.

Well, Virge,

I got our gear all packed up

and waitin' outside in a taxi.

All we gotta do is stop by

Cherry's house and pick up her suitcase.

Your nose is kinda shiny, ain't it?

Huh? Oh.

Oh!

Bo, the show's gonna start

in just a minute, and,

(STAMMERING) I gotta go powder my nose.

Why, Cherry? You're not gonna do

your show tonight.

- I ain't?

- No, of course not.

- You gotta go pack your suitcase.

- Oh, it's already packed.

I mean, I, I gotta go powder my nose.

Cherry, what's the matter with you?

Are you sick or somethin'?

No, I ain't sick, Bo.

I just can't lie to you and I can't marry ya,

and I ain't goin' to Montana with you.

And good-bye forever.

Cherry, wait a second! Cherry, wait!

Cherry!

(SCREAMING)

You ain't got the manners

they give a monkey!

I hate you! And I despise you!

And give me back my tail!

(CHEERING)

- BO:
(POUNDING ON DOOR) Cherry!

- Here's your bag.

- Here's your coat and hat.

- BO:
Cherry!

You ain't got time. Change at

the bus station. Put on your coat.

I'm sorry, Cherry. I didn't mean to rip

your tail off. You can sew it back on.

Well, good luck, honey.

Thanks, Vera. You've been real sweet.

Oh, let her go, let her go, Bo!

What do you mean, "let her go"?

Where's she goin'?

Cherry! Cherry!

Where'd she go?

Ticket to Los Angeles, please. One way.

Line 35.

MAN:
(OVER P.A.) Los Angeles bus

leaving from gate two.

Bo, Bo! Wait a minute, Bo!

Help me unload this stuff.

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