In Old Oklahoma

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(Train horn blaring)

(Men singing)

Yes, sirree!

As soon as I strike oil, that's what

I'm gonna get me. An automobile!

Oh, you can't depend on them things.

I'm gonna get me a gal with yellow hair.

He's only a dirt monkey.

Now, I'm a real sky hooker.

Peanuts, popcorn,

cigars and cigarettes.

That ain't nothin'.

I heard someone made $78,000

in minutes over an oil lease.

Jim Gardner says

these railroad trains

will run on oil instead of coal.

You hear about them Wright brothers

that flew that plane?

Oh, I don't believe that.

Tickets! Show your tickets.

This is an outrage.

Why don't you put on more cars?

We do. These oil workers

keep filling them.

Don't blame the railroad,

blame Jim Gardner.

You've got a chance

to get in on an oil boom

that'll make the land rush look petty.

- Here, read this.

- Did you hear that, Ellie?

Yes, but you know about wheat.

You don't know about oil.

What's there to know,

except it's in the ground?

Sign with Gardner today and get paid.

$10 a day - your chance

to be a millionaire.

- Ain't that worth taking a chance?

- I guess so. Just as you say.

- I'll raise you a month's pay.

- Which you ain't got.

- Which I'll get and a million more.

- You tell him!

- If Gardner can do it, so can I.

- I could use his luck.

I could use that million in his bank.

I'd be satisfied with his private car.

Help yourself. It's right behind us!

(All laughing)

- But Mr Gardner wanted to see me.

- Him in conference.

(Girls giggling)

Hey, conference over.

You wanted to see me?

You got a telegraph office in Cleveland?

Yes, but we're there only a minute.

That's not time enough.

I've these wires to send.

We've a schedule to make.

Make it up later, if you're smart.

All right, Mr Gardner.

Anything you say.

- Always get what you want, Jim.

- That's right.

But you don't always want

what you can get, do you?

Look, honey, I'm very busy.

You'd better go up with your friends.

(Conductor) All out for Cleveland station.

All out.

- All out?

- Mm-hm.

All out.

(Man) All aboard!

(Second man) Plenty of room here!

- If you wanna be a millionaire!

- Be a millionaire!

There's plenty of room!

- Can we get a drink?

- No, it's a flag stop.

(Man) Wait, Cathy.

(Woman) Oh, here, take this, please!

- You don't have to leave.

- Walter, I'll miss my train.

- You can live this down.

- I don't want to! I want to live!

Listen to her, the shameless hussy!

You promised you'd never

speak to that woman again!

Mother, that's not

the charitable attitude.

Faith, hope and charity

won't help her.

I don't want help.

Get out of my way!

That's exactly how I feel.

Pardon me, ladies.

(Walter) I'm sure

I can make you understand.

- Here, pop, take these wires.

- Hold your horses.

James E Gardner!

Oh, yes, sir! Right away, Mr Gardner!

Who's the beautiful sinner?

Why, that's Catherine Allen.

She wrote this here book.

Spicier than a pickled apple.

(Woman) I'll circulate a petition.

(Second woman) We'll all sign it.

Say you're sorry,

and you'll never write another book.

- They'll forgive you.

- But I'm not sorry!

And don't think you're pinning

any scarlet letter on my repentant bosom!

Wait.

In spite of everything,

I'll... l'll marry you.

Walter! You'd do that for me?

- Yes.

- She will never call me mother.

Oh, Walter!

(Whistling)

Very interesting. I'd better read this.

Oh, Cathy!

You brazen creature!

You... you!

Jezebel's the word.

Oh, don't worry, Mrs Ames.

I wouldn't marry him

if he were the last man on earth.

Wild horses couldn't keep me here.

- Let them have it!

- Now you're talkin'!

Don't think you're running me out.

I'm leaving of my own free will.

I'm going where people know

it's the 20th century.

- Where there are broad minds.

- (Conductor) Aboard!

I'm going to stand on my own feet!

- Not if you miss this train, honey.

- Free from all you ostriches!

(Men laughing)

- (Laughing)

- Who are you?

- You always leave town like this?

- First time I've been carried out.

- This is my pleasure.

- Well, I can take care of myself.

You bet you can.

Ooh, Christmas!

Allow me, if I'm not

too old-fashioned.

Thank you.

Hiya, chicken! Where'd you come from?

Boys, your seats.

Here comes Kerry Nation.

(All chuckling)

There must be at least

one gentleman in this coach.

Well, this is the 20th century,

when women stand on their own feet.

(All laughing)

- Here's a seat, honey!

- Let go of me!

I hear you wanted broad horizons.

Ain't this broad enough?

(Laughing)

Oh... thank you.

(Men muttering)

(Man) Who was that?

(Second man) Jim Gardner.

(Laughing)

Come along.

- This IS private, isn't it?

- And very convenient.

- Sit, make yourself comfortable.

- Thank you.

Why don't you take off your hat?

(Orchestral music playing)

You have those new flat records!

Mm-hm.

"A Woman Dares".

- Oh, you know?!

- Everything.

Catherine Allen.

What shall I call you? Catherine?

Katie? Kitten, that's it.

- Kitten?

- Sure. A baby wildcat.

Well, who are you?

Just a guy opening up

some oilfields around Sapulpa.

Are you James E Gardner?

That's right.

You know, you owe a lot to me.

From the look on that fella's face

after you kissed him,

he wasn't gonna let you go,

and I don't blame him.

What's that for?

Why does a woman usually slap a man?

You are a wildcat!

I'm not as wild as you think.

- (Door thudding)

- Oh!

Wait, you know

there are no seats up ahead.

I didn't think you'd mind that.

- I know I didn't.

- Get out of my way!

I'm no Jezebel!

I'm not even a good imitation of one.

I'm a schoolteacher.

A schoolteacher?

(Laughing)

If you don't stop laughing,

I'll slap you again.

Sorry. I thought you knew

something about life.

How could I know anything about life?

I've never lived... except in books.

I've never been anywhere

except in books.

All I've ever known

is books, books, books!

But didn't you write one?

- Yes, in self-defence!

- And now where are you going?

Kansas City, so I can experience

the things I've been writing about.

So people can't say

"schoolteacher" the way you did.

Of all places, why Kansas City?

Because my Aunt Clara's there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Come on back, and give me

a chance to square myself.

You can't learn much about life

from an aunt in Kansas City.

Come to my town, Sapulpa.

I'll show you more there

in five minutes

than you'll ever see in Kansas City.

- (Music off)

- You oughta go to school.

Let someone else be the teacher.

- (Train brakes squealing)

- Oh!

Oh. Excuse me.

Guess I should've knocked.

- What is this? A hold-up?

- Just for a seat, mister.

- You can't flag down this train!

- I know it.

- Well, why'd you do it?

- My horse died under me.

- And I figured...

- You figured what?

Figured I'd carried

this saddle far enough.

- Now, look, honey.

- (Train wheels squealing)

Oh, wait! There aren't

any seats up ahead.

He's walked miles.

You can't let an ex-soldier stand.

Oh, you noticed the pants.

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