Cimarron Page #3

needles, thread, thimbles,

crochet cotton...

celluloid collars, safety pins,

crochet cotton, needles.

Here comes that little shrimp again.

Let's see how he feels today.

Hey, Sol! Come here!

I wanna buy a little fancy lace!

Come on over here. Come on.

...cotton, needles, thread...

Come on, Sol,

I wanna buy my gal a bustle.

- How much for a bustle cover?

- Bring me a pair of tights.

Safety pins, cotton gloves, needles.

Please, don't start, please.

Please don't, mister. Please don't.

Please, mister. Please, don't.

- Bring him here.

- Please. Please. Please don't.

- Well, howdy, Mr. Levy.

- Please don't do it, mister.

- Please, mister, don't...

- That's all right. That's all right.

- Let's you and me have a drink.

- No, thank you. No.

Please don't do it, mister.

I don't want any. Thanks.

- What? You don't want it?

- No.

Be a real pal and have a drink. Come on.

No.

- What do you think about...

- Where you going, there?

Where you going, there?

Come here, you little runt, and have a...

Come up here.

Please, mister.

Take a drink.

Please don't, mister. Please.

When I tell them to take a drink,

they drink, don't they?

Well, they better.

You're a rough, eh, Yountis?

Just whip your weight on wildcats, huh?

Who asked you?

Come on, Sol. You're all right, huh? Sure.

That's their idea of a joke.

You go ahead about your business.

- They won't be bothering you none, now.

- Thanks, Mr. Cravat.

Thank you.

Threatening to make Osage

the terror of the Southwest...

as in the old days of the Cimarron, huh?

- Now, you as the editor...

- Yeah, me as editor...

I'm interviewing citizens of note

regarding their sentiments.

- What's yours?

- Stick to your lawn.

Come on, Yountis. You know

what I'm aiming at. Who killed Paigler?

I'm advising you to keep your mouth shut.

Or the next time,

it won't be your sombrero.

Thanks for the sentiment. Mine is...

Cherokee death cry. Means, you or him.

The second button on his coat

is about the spot for his wishbone...

maybe a couple of inches higher.

Get your real-estate papers filed all right?

Yancey, dear.

You're not going to bother anymore

about that Paigler man, are you?

Don't you be worrying your pretty head

about that.

Oh, please. What does it matter?

He's dead.

Maybe he did shoot himself.

Besides, you've got Cim and me

to think of.

Paigler was shot in the back

trying to do what I want to do:

Make a model empire

out of this new Oklahoma country.

No, sir, I'll show them first crack.

The Oklahoma Wigwam

prints all the news, all the time...

knowing no law except the law of God...

and the government

of these United States.

Say, that's a pretty good slogan.

Top of the page,

just ahead of the editorial column.

Yancey, let them alone.

I don't want you to be killed.

- I don't.

- Honey...

I'm gonna clean up the Paigler killing,

or I won't be alive myself.

You don't wanna lose me just yet, do you?

No, dearest.

There he is.

- Howdy.

- Howdy, ma'am.

Yancey, our womenfolk

think it's about time...

that some contact be established

between the town and Providence.

There ain't a minister here,

and we've come to ask you...

to conduct divine service next Sunday.

Divine service?

- Why, sure. I'll be pleased to.

- Then that's settled.

- Fine.

- We'll have to arrange a place.

Well, let's see, there's Grat Gotch's.

- The gambling tent?

- It's the only place in town big enough.

That's right.

Yeah, I know Grat well. I'll speak to him.

Come along.

Back soon, honey.

Good morning, Mr. Cravat.

Do you feel nervous

about your sermon, dear?

I'd rather plead to a Texas jury

than preach to this gang of...

What's everybody laughing at?

How can you laugh?

- Isaiah.

- Can't you understand?

I didn't go to fret nobody.

You all dress up fine

for a church's meeting...

so I pleased to dress myself up

Sunday style.

That's right, Isaiah.

We take it as a personal compliment.

- Why, you look finer than any of us.

- I just fixed my twily like you all.

Say, Isaiah, would you like to have

a real suit of Sunday clothes?

A Sunday suit for me to wear? For true?

I don't want you to go

to that church meeting.

Oh, now, now. You don't understand.

Now, listen close.

I want you to do

something important for me.

Now, the house is all alone, see.

I want you to go down there

and keep watch...

till we come home

from that church meeting.

Patrol duty. That's what.

Patrol duty? Yes, sir, Master Yancey.

Now you take this and if anyone tries

to break in, shoot.

- I'll kill them dead.

- Fine.

And then you get a new suit and boots,

besides. Now, scoot.

Yes, sir. I'm scooting.

Do you think... Yancey, let's not go.

Tell them you're sick or I'm sick.

Tell them anything...

We're late, honey.

Hi, Yance. Hiya, preacher man.

Now, Preacher, where's your Bible?

Right here, boys.

Now no loafing in the entrance.

Either come in or stay out.

Did you see that man, Yountis?

He looked at you so...

That's fine, honey.

I always like to have the members

of my flock right under my eye.

Quite a shindig, ain't it?

Some of these folks look as queer

in church as a mule does in the front...

parlor.

How do, Mrs. Cravat?

I'm Mrs. Tracy Wyatt.

How do you do?

It was so nice of your husband

to conduct this service this morning.

About time the intellectual life

of this community was stirred up a bit.

Yes.

I was a schoolteacher back East,

that is in Cairo, Illinois.

- Indeed?

- Yes, indeed.

I can trace my ancestry right back

to William Whipple...

one of the signers

of the Declaration of Independence.

Lands, yes.

Some pumpkins.

I'll say. Hey, Annie.

Come along, girls.

- Dixie Lee, just arrived in town.

- Dixie Lee?

Why, I thought you'd heard of her.

Why, she's a...

Right here, sister. Take my pew.

Get up, webfoot, and give the gals a seat.

Rest the velvet, lady.

Look out for them splinters.

Sit down. Take off your hat.

- Ain't she a huckleberry?

- Lollapalooza, field up, pert and chipper.

Those girls. Red Fork.

Excuse me, please.

Is it all right if I'm here?

You can stay here just as long as I do.

Thanks.

Fellow citizens...

I have been called upon

to conduct this opening meeting...

of the Osage first Methodist...

Episcopalian, Lutheran, Presbyterian,

Congregational, Baptist, Catholic...

Unitarian, Hebrew church.

During the course of my career

as lawyer and editor...

I've been required to speak

on various occasions on many subjects.

I've spoken in defense of my country

and in criticism of it.

I've been called upon

to defend and convict...

horse thieves, harlots, and murderers.

And while I know my bible

from cover to cover...

and many of its passages

are graven on my heart...

this, fellow citizens, is the very first time...

that I have ever been required to speak

the word of God in His temple.

For any shelter,

however humble or however sordid...

no offense, Grat...

becomes, when His word is spoken in it...

His temple.

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