Cimarron Page #8

I'm glad you put it that way.

Oh, what a shame you don't know

the hold you've got on that man.

Oh, I'm not sure of that.

You know, all I keep thinking

is this saying I heard once...

...about the woman

who is composed of three parts:

One part mother

and one part companion...

...and one part, you know.

That.

It's that third part that worries me...

...and it's not because

I wouldn't like to, either.

Well, I'll tell you something,

for what it's worth.

I wouldn't worry about that

if I was you.

And I'm not exactly an amateur at spotting,

you know, who's got what.

You really mean that?

Yeah.

You know, that's about

the nicest compliment I've ever got.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Good night. Thank you very much.

Good night.

Mrs. Cravat.

Good evening, Mrs. Lancey.

Good evening, Mrs. Kuye.

Well...

We all feel gay

When Johnny comes marching home.

When Johnny comes marching home again

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Go ahead, Cim, find your daddy.

- Daddy.

- Hurry up, Ruby.

Come on, Ruby. Let's find Daddy.

Daddy. Daddy, Daddy.

"Welcome home, Daddy. "

Sabra.

Sabra, please don't be so stubborn.

The whole town is going to be at the train

to meet him, it doesn't look nice.

I don't care how it looks.

If Yancey Cravat thinks he can disappear

for five years with never a single word...

...and then come back

and find me at the station waving a flag...

...and carrying a welcome sign,

I don't know who he thinks he is anyway.

And how he even has the nerve

to come back here.

No matter how many Spanish hills

he ran up and down.

And if he thinks

he can just calmly walk back into my life...

...a person would have to be crazy

to forgive an irresponsible, selfish...

And you, you stay right here, now.

Right here.

And you don't move.

And you see what I'm going to tell him.

I want an audience.

I'm telling you.

Yancey's not on this end.

- He ain't in there.

- Well, he's gotta be.

Daddy's not on the train, Uncle Jessie.

Daddy's not on the train!

All right, where is he?

He ain't on the train.

He didn't come back.

Are you sure?

That's him, all right. That's him all over.

You ought to have seen

the faces of the committee.

They searched that train high and low.

No sign of him nowhere.

I won't get over it.

My love.

You know, son, I know that I haven't been

very much of a daddy to you...

...but I would like to make it up to you,

somehow, if you'd let me.

I...

I'd like to make it up to both of you.

Well, you think you'd give your old daddy

another chance?

Hmm?

Now, do you think

you might squeeze a little smile out for me?

I know I don't deserve one right now,

but perhaps you could give me, uh...

...sort of an advance on one

you might decide to give me next week.

How about it, son?

Let me in.

Let me in.

It's Tom. It's Tom Wyatt.

Let me in. It's Tom Wyatt.

It's oil! Look at it.

Smell it. Taste it.

Oil. I hit oil.

I hit oil. Oil.

It's oil.

We're rich.

Yeah, I never...

Oh, Lord.

Oh, no.

Well, there goes the money

in the cookie jar.

Oh, my. What's so funny about that?

It's okay, Mama,

I'll go to college next year.

It is not funny.

- What do you think of all these statues?

- Wonderful.

Cost me $ 100,000

just to have them cleaned.

Sit down here, dear.

- May I help you?

- Sabra.

Thank you, Tom.

- Senator, here's one I got in Milan.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Call him a senator, old windbag.

He couldn't senate my Aunt Fanny.

Hors d'oeuvre, madam?

Where did you get them from?

Some little-bitty midget?

When I was poor, I used to have

my sandwiches that were that thick.

Look at that.

Make half a dozen, six, seven sandwiches

out of one measly piece of bread.

Hi, Yancey.

Hey, Tom.

Hi, folks.

Come here.

You want to hear something funny?

You know why they put that Indian

reservation way out there, where they did?

Hi, folks.

Because that ground was so useless...

...they figured it was so worthless

that nobody'd know what to do with it.

It'd just be useless.

Well, sir, those 2000 Indians

squatting in their rags out there...

...are now just about the richest nation

in the whole world.

Yes, sir, they've discovered oil

on the reservation. Ha-ha!

How about that, huh?

Well, I call that divine providence, Sabra.

- Isn't that right, Tom?

- It sure is.

Wait till they find out

I got it all sewed up.

I own every drop of oil out there.

Ha-ha-ha.

Have a drink to my new oil field.

Come on, Yancey,

I'll pour you some champagne.

No, thanks.

Come on, Sabra.

Well, I just hope you're satisfied.

Every time I manage to get us

socially accepted again in this town...

...you come along

and do something against it.

You promised, too, didn't you...

...if you did come,

you would behave like a gentleman?

- Didn't you promise me?

- Yes, yes.

What did Tom Wyatt do so terrible, huh?

He must have paid the Indians

for their oil rights.

Nobody forced them to sell.

It's purely business, isn't it? Hmm?

I never thought of it quite that way.

I'm sure you didn't.

"Wyatt swindles Indians"?

Yancey, you're crazy.

You can't print this.

I told him I wouldn't run it off.

What's the point of having a newspaper

if you can't have fun with it?

- Dad's right, Mother.

- I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to your father.

Now, this is out-and-out libel.

We'll be ruined.

Jessie, I'm gonna tell you something.

You know those Indians up there?

You know they're not gonna get 5 cents?

Not one nickel of all that oil money.

All those politicians and that Tom Wyatt.

Tom Wyatt, I tell you.

But you can't prove it!

I know I can't. I know.

Sabra, I know that I can't prove it.

But I'm gonna tell you...

Son, they don't know that.

Whenever you're dealing with crooks,

you know what you have to do?

I mean, if you know you're right?

Well, I tell you, you just stir up

a great big fuss, like we're doing right now.

And what happens to those crooks?

They just run.

Yes, sir, they just run

just like a bunch of scared jackrabbits.

Yes, sir.

I tell you, we're gonna get that Tom Wyatt

out of there...

...and we're going to make

those Indians millionaires.

Now, give that a turn, will you, Jessie?

Turn around there.

That's it.

Yes. Yes.

Look, Tom, I'm sorry.

I've got my own skin to save.

Now, wait a minute, Rollins.

How'd they get the news

in Washington?

From some little cheap,

small-town newspaper?

Washington?

Every newspaper picked it up

from the Associated Press.

Well, I ain't through yet.

You'll find there's more than one way

I can milk a bullfrog.

Yancey, look out.

Those crazy Indians.

What do they think,

that they own the street?

You'd think one of them would stop and

help you, after all you've done for them.

We'll just give it a little push

and we'll be in fine shape.

Fellows, would you mind

giving me a hand here?

Right.

I better walk.

I got Civic Club due in 10 minutes.

All right, dear. Here we go. Easy.

- Yancey.

- Yeah?

- Yancey.

- Yeah, what?

Congratulations.

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