Heller in Pink Tights

- Go on, William!

- Yes, sir.

After them, Sheriff!

Come on!

After them!

They're coming closer, William!

Let them out!

What are you doing? Keep after them.

They're getting away.

They got away.

That there writ ain't no good

west of Nebraska, Mr. Hodges.

"Speak the speech. "

"Speak the speech, I pray you,

as I pronounced it to you...

"trippingly on the tongue; but if you

mouth it, as many of your players do...

- "I hed as lief... "

- Not "hed. " "Had. "

- "I had. "

- Head, had.

"... had as lief

the town crier spoke my lines. "

What are they up to now, baby?

They're just rehearsing, Mama.

So he's forgiven her.

This is the third time that she's gone off

on a buying spree...

picked herself out a whole new wardrobe

and charged it to Healy.

So we have to skip town.

Doesn't he know that if the law

ever catches up with us, he'll lose his show?

My clothes can't stand

another horserace with a sheriff.

It's Angie's fault.

She'll be the ruination of us all.

- She is fun, Mama.

- She's a flirt.

And a teaser.

- What's a teaser, Mama?

- Never you mind, baby. You're too innocent.

She just looks at a man,

and right away he starts...

scraping sand with both feet.

Look at Tom Healy.

He doesn't know

whether he's coming or going.

Thinking she'll marry him.

Why should he marry her

when they already go to...

Tut-tut.

He'll never have any peace

until he does marry her.

And he knows it.

And neither will she.

Do you think that

she'll give up her freedom?

No, sirree...

she won't give up her freedom.

She's too full of the dickens.

One of these days she's gonna be caught.

Just watch and see.

She is going to be caught,

and it'll be the ruination of us all.

How do you do?

Mr. Montague.

When I was a young actor,

I used to worry about my voice holding out.

- Now it's my kidneys.

- Oh, ladies?

Mrs. Hathaway.

Miss Southby.

- Baby, pull your skirt down.

- Yes, Mama.

Miss Rossini.

Allow me.

- I'm Pierce. You Healy?

- At your service.

The Great Healy Dramatic

and Concert Company's arrived...

to entertain, amaze, and amuse.

- You'd better.

- May I present our players?

- Miss Della Southby.

- Della, the unapproachable.

Our charming soubrette.

Known far and wide, Mr. Pierce,

as the leading child actress on the stage.

And Mrs. Lorna Hathaway, the divine.

What's her changes?

Flute-playing and bird calls.

And Mr. Manfred Montague.

Master of villainy and 26 dialects.

And last, but far from least...

direct from her performance before the

crowned heads of Europe, her native land...

and famed for her feats of prestidigitation,

Miss Angela Rossini.

Now you're talking, Healy.

A well-dressed man like you, Mr. Pierce...

you need a flower for your buttonhole.

Very clever. Now, little lady...

if you'd like to see the theater,

I have the best theater in Cheyenne.

Our town has got 22 of them,

but my theater is the very best.

Mr. Pierce, you have someone

to take our pictures.

How sweet of you.

Look, Tom, a photographer.

Places, everyone.

What are you doing? I'm taking a picture.

You're in the way.

All right, boys, lift them up.

All together.

Get a good hold, don't let them slip.

- They're sure heavy, ain't they?

- It's all that lead in them.

I've got to get this

before they stiffen up too much.

How were they killed?

Killed in a gunfight. This way, folks.

Mabry!

I'll take your gun now, Mabry.

For a minute there I thought

we were gonna have a dead sheriff.

Professional killer. Folks, follow me.

The theater's right up this way.

Lock him up, Sheriff.

- You got to lock him up.

- I got no grounds, Santis.

- He made them draw.

- That ain't enough, you know that.

You'll get this back

when you leave town, Mabry.

Who's paying you, Mabry?

Who wants the three of us dead?

De Leon?

That's who it is, ain't it?

Because we won't sell out to him.

Well, it's our claim.

He ain't got no right to our claim.

And he don't run Cheyenne

like he does Bonanza.

We got the law on our side here.

Yes, sir, you sure have.

You got it right here on your side.

- Save the boards, we might need 'em again.

- Who tied these knots?

You better hope it does you

more good than it did them.

Got the latest equipment

straight from Chicago.

I've got this whole setup

for the people who want action back here.

That is, if they ain't getting it on the stage.

Fine bar you have here, too.

It's genuine mahogany.

I've got your contracts up in my office.

They're all made out.

Yes, sir, a fine piece of old mahogany.

You see, we consider this engagement

as we would New York or Philadelphia.

The Healy Company, Mr. Pierce, has

the same high standards of performance.

My throat is so dry.

The stage is right out that way.

- There you are, my dear.

- Thank you, dearie.

It's this accursed dust.

Recovered, Mrs. Hathaway?

Toute recovered, Mr. Montague.

Baby.

Miss Rossini.

Yes?

You can come up here, too.

I'd like to show you my office.

Thank you very much.

- Now, it ain't very big, but it's cozy.

- It's lovely.

Nothing to read there, Healy.

Same deal I give all the shows.

- I think that...

- Now.

Look right through this window

and you can see the actors.

You have a charming proscenium,

Mr. Pierce.

Over here.

Look this way and I can see my dealers.

Keeps them on their toes,

knowing I can see them.

Yes, very clever. Mr. Pierce, my

understanding was we were to split 70-30.

- You have it 30-70.

- Same numbers.

- Yes, but in the wrong place.

- I'll fix it later.

You said you have some house scenery?

- Sure. Loads of it. Right through there.

- I'd like to see it.

After you, Miss Rossini.

I'll come along.

I want to look at your lovely pictures.

I've got everything. Everything from

center-door fancy to kitchen and woods.

- "Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... "

- All right.

Folks, there's no dressing rooms,

so you'll dress in the hotel.

It's right through this door here.

It's the best hotel in Cheyenne.

Mabry, I wanna talk to you.

You back, Santis?

Mabry, how much you want

to leave me alone?

You got Jensen and Slote.

Me, I'm the only one that's left.

I ain't going up for that claim.

You can tell De Leon he can keep it all...

like he wants. Me, I'm running.

Ain't that enough?

- What more does he want?

- Ask him.

I'm asking you. I'm begging you.

Don't beg.

You ain't no dog.

You're a man. Don't beg.

Tom!

- Yes, Angie?

- Don't leave me.

Wait a minute. Nobody's leaving you.

Is that for something you did

or something you're going to do?

For nothing.

For you.

- Angie.

- Yes?

Angie, now you know that we're broke.

If we don't make it here,

I don't know what we'll do. So, Angie...

- Angie, please, no tricks?

- But what could I do?

Angie, no monkey business, huh?

Signed, Mabry. Let me read this back to you,

Mr. Mabry. It goes to Mr. De Leon...

- Miners Exchange, Bonanza. Is that right?

- That's right.

A wire from Cheyenne, Mr. De Leon.

From Mabry.

Says he's filled two of the orders and thinks

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