Destry Rides Again Page #9

They'll kill you if

you go down to the jail!

Stay here, Tom!

Hey, Wash.

Well, Tom, they came.

I was...

No, now, don't do

any talkin' now.

Just rest.

I'll talk if I wanna.

For a little while, anyway.

All right,

go on and talk.

Heh-heh.

I bet you knew a fella once

who did something like...

falling asleep when he

oughta have kept awake,

didn't ya?

Huh?

Well, uh...

Yeah, I...

I knew a fella.

Lived down around Wichita.

He...

He was a sort of...

[Groaning]

Does it hurt?

Ohh!

Don't hurt much,

but it makes me

so doggonned... Aah!

Wash. Wash.

[Groaning]

Uh, well, go on.

Go on.

What happened to the fella

in Wichita?

Oh, uh...

Oh, well, h-he...

H-he was a, uh...

Oh, a... great, big, green

sort of a punkin' roller,

you know, and...

and h-h-hejust...

[Laughing]

This better be good.

Yeah.

We-well, you see, he, uh...

tried to keep awake

one night...

when he was gonna catch a stage

to a nearby town and he...

he had a girl over there

he was courtin' and...

[Chuckles] Man must be

an awful fool to get shot

in the back.

If I'd just...

Wait a minute, Wash.

Now wait a minute.

You know, that's how

they shot my father.

They didn't dare

face him either.

They didn't give us

a chance, did they?

- No.

- Oh, I'm sleepy.

Plumb tuckered out.

That Gyp has kept me

awake... too much.

Got some men that'll

back you up, Destry.

All right.

Let's get down

to the corral.

Why do you just stand here

like sheep?

Why don't you stop them?

Go back where you belong.

Wherever I belong,

I don't pretend.

You shut your mouth.

I wouldn't wait around

for my man to get killed

without doing something.

Will you

get out of here!

Wait a minute!

What can we do?

I'll tell you what you can do.

Let me go.

[Indistinct Chatter]

They're gatherin'

at the corral!

Barricade the doors!

Chairs, tables,

up against the windows!

[Indistinct Shouting]

[Indistinct]

As soon as the powder goes off,

come out quick with the wagons.

All right.

[Gunshots]

Get that barricade up,

will ya!

[Gunfire]

Are you women crazy?

Get back!

Get out of the way,

you women!

Get back! Back!

You can't do that!

[Indistinct Shouting]

Ladies, you can't do this!

It ain't legal! L...

Ladies, ladies!

This constitutes rioting...

Look out, Tom! Tom!

Tom!

[Indistinct Shouting]

Look out, Tom!

Look out, Tom! Tom!

Look out, Tom! Look out!

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Frenchy!

Frenchy!

Oh... Tom.

[Gasping]

Tom. Oh, Tom...

[Crying]

Would you kiss a fellow

good-bye?

[Cows Mooing]

Good morning, Tom.

Good morning, Charlie.

Fine day.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Howdy, Tom.

Howdy, Hank.

Howdy, Hank.

Don't forget Sunday, Tom.

I'll be there.

We'll be there.

[Blowing]

[Blowing]

Eli, you ever hear the story

about Sawtooth McGee?

Right at that post there

he...

You mean the one...

where he fit his neighbor

into a draw over a petticoat?

Yeah, that's the one.

Aw, everybody's

heard that one.

Wash sure could

make 'em up,

couldn't he?

Yep.

Morning, Tom.

Morning.

Morning.

Did he tell you the one

where he stopped a tribe

of injuns single-handed?

I guess

I missed that one.

It was like this:

He was off scoutin'

one morning,

LittleJoe, LittleJoe

and he come face to face

with a whole tribe of injuns.

He didn't have nothin' on him

except his bowie knife.

[Children Continue Singing]

Sure did like his liquor and

it would've got his ticker

But the sheriff got him quicker

[All] Yahoo!

LittleJoe

LittleJoe!

LittleJoe

LittleJoe!

Oh, whatever's become ofhim

I don't know

She don't know!

Oh, he sure did like his liquor

and it would've got his ticker

But the sheriff

got him quicker

[All] Yahoo!

Oh! Tom!

What's the trouble?

Boris! Miss Callahan!

[Crashing]

[Shouting Russian]

[Lily Belle]

Don't you ever hit me!

Stop! No!

[Indistinct Shouting,

Crashing]

Ohh!

Sheriff, he's gone mad!

[Shouting]

Who wouldn't be mad?

How would you like to

wake up in the morning...

and then find the face

of an ex-husband

looking down upon you?

Would you? No!

Rather a hundred years

in the salt mines!

Aah! Aah!

Ohh!

Well, the old regime

is over...

and the new regime

is here.

Boris Palitstandovich

Stavrogin...

is the head

of the house!

Come here!

Gaze upon

them features!

Gaze!

What's

your husband's name?

Uh... well...

Huh?

Boris Stavrogin.

See that you

don't forget it!

I'm sorry, Tom,

but it sounded like

murder at least.

Oh, well, that's probably

just the Russian way

of expressin' somethin'.

You know, speakin'

of marriage, Janice...

Yes, Tom?

I had a friend once

that happened...

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