McCabe & Mrs. Miller Page #2

Yeah, okay. Coming.

- How come the tents ain't up?

- We did a lot of work while you were gone.

- Where's the tents?

- Tents?

- For the ladies.

- Jesus, the tents.

The roofing material didn't come in,

so we had to start on the front.

We can get them up for you by tomorrow.

We would have had them up by now,

except Robbie's had the runs...

so we've been trying

not to use him much this week.

It's been going around, Mr. McCabe.

Mrs. Dunn, she's been poorly, too.

You going to talk to her?

They're very difficult to install

on account of the rain.

We had to use the canvas for the tents

on the roof, because of the rain.

I'm going to talk to her, then.

That's real pretty.

Let her go, you...

What the hell? Ain't you boys never seen

no crumpet before, for Christ's sake?

Robbie, you got a job to do, ain't you?

Nobody's going to touch those ladies

until we're open for business.

We ain't open until we get them tents up.

Now, you get back to work.

Get your ass off your shoulder,

and we'll have some fun.

You boys make up your mind

if you want to get your cookies.

I've got girls that'll do more tricks

than a monkey on 100 yards of grapevine.

Hey, Kate. I think I bust my cherry.

That feels good. That's really good.

Excuse me, ladies.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

I have to go to the pot.

I have to go to the pot,

and I don't think I can hold it.

I've got to hand it to you, Pudgy.

John.

Call me McCabe. I'll know who you mean.

You know I want to be your friend,

don't you, McCabe?

Why?

You and me is the only two

real businessmen in Presbyterian Church.

That ain't a whole lot

to have in common, is it?

- You're a Catholic, ain't you?

- No.

The minute you arrived in town, I knew

you was a man to be reckoned with.

That's a lot of sh*t and you know it.

Tell me what the hell you came here for,

and move away from that stove.

You get kind of ripe when it's warm.

Listen, McCabe.

I'm no dummy. You're no dummy.

You know what's going to happen

to this town...

when it gets big enough

to have three saloons, maybe even four.

You and me could form a partnership.

A partnership that'll keep any outsider

from coming and building another saloon...

without you and me saying it's all right

and taking our cut.

- What do you say to that?

- Partners is what I come to get away from.

Sometimes you can't have things

your own way.

Sometimes you got to make a deal.

Deals I don't mind.

It's partners I don't like.

Sit down, Sheehan. Now you listen to me.

Over the past few weeks,

I've taken a funny kind of liking to you.

And I want to make one goddamn thing

goddamn clear to you.

Yeah?

Sheehan, if a frog had wings, he wouldn't

bump his ass so much. Follow me?

Yeah.

Look. More whores.

Shut up, woman. How do you know

it isn't Bart's mail-order bride?

Damn it. I'll bet it is her!

Ida!

Ida, it's me! Bartley Coyle.

Ida, I think this is for you.

Are you Ida?

Well, here, jump off.

I'll help you. Go ahead.

Just go ahead, jump. Good.

How was the trip?

McCabe, this is Ida.

Ida, this is McCabe.

He's building this saloon.

Come along, I'll show you our place.

It ain't much now,

but I'm planning on fixing it up.

Are you John McCabe?

Mrs. Miller.

I came from Bearpaw to see you.

Is this your place?

Yes, ma'am.

Saloon?

That's going to be a saloon and gambling.

Did you say you come up from Bearpaw

to see me?

Ma'am?

Is there something I can do for you?

Do you have anything to eat?

I'm bloody starving.

It took six hours to get up here

in that flipping contraption.

You'll have to forgive me.

My kitchen ain't in operation yet.

I could take you up to the restaurant

if you're hungry enough.

I'm hungry enough.

I could eat a bloody horse.

- At Sheehan's place, you probably will.

- The frontier wit, I see.

Just go right up the stairs.

I can tell the difference.

You can tell a real genteel lady

by the way she walks.

Tell me, any news from down in Bearpaw?

It's been a while since I was there.

How many men are there around here?

Well, this here is an interesting town.

There'll be upwards of about 125 men.

- What do you think, Smalley?

- About what?

Don't you see nothing different?

No.

Sheehan?

- Sheehan?

- Yeah?

Company, I see.

- What do you got for supper, Sheehan?

- Alfie, get the tablecloth.

Got some nice tripe.

Mrs. Dunn is putting the stew on the fire.

Got any more of them mountain oysters?

- Got some nice deer meat.

- Got any eggs? Fresh eggs?

- Yeah, fresh eggs.

- I'll have four eggs, fried. Some stew.

- And I want some strong tea.

- Strong tea. Fine.

McCabe?

I'll just have my double whiskey

and a raw egg.

And, Sheehan,

give all them boys a drink on me.

If you want to make out

you're such a fancy dude...

you ought to wear something

besides cheap Jockey Club cologne.

Listen, Mr. McCabe.

I'm a whore,

and I know a lot about whorehouses.

I know that if you had a house here,

you'd stand to make a lot of money.

Now, this is all you've got to do:

Put up the money for the house.

I'll do all the rest.

I'll look after the girls, the business,

the expenses, the running, the furnishings.

I'll pay you back any money you put in,

so you won't lose nothing...

and we'll make it fifty-fifty.

Excuse me.

I already got a whorehouse operating here.

You can't call crib cows whores.

I'm talking about a proper sporting house,

with class girls and clean linen...

and proper hygiene.

I don't think you're going

to find my clientele up here...

too interested in that sort of thing.

They will be, once they get a taste of it.

I'm telling you, with someone here

to handle all those punters properly...

you could make yourself

at least double the money.

What makes you think I ain't thought

of that? Them tents are just temporary.

What do you do

when one girl fancies another?

How do you know when a girl

has her monthly or is just taking days off?

What about when they don't get

their monthlies?

I suppose you know about seeing to that?

What about the customers?

Who's going to inspect them?

Are you going to do that?

If you don't, this town will be clapped up

in two weeks, if it's not already.

What about when business is slow?

You going to let the girls sit around?

I'll tell you, Mr. McCabe.

When a good whore gets time to think...

she'll turn to religion

'cause that's what they've been born with.

When that happens, you'll be

filling the church, instead of your pockets.

I haven't got time to talk to a man

who's too dumb to see a good proposition.

Do we make a deal, or don't we?

Well?

Sh*t.

I ain't taking no goddamn bath!

I don't give a sh*t if I...

This is the last one for me. If you want

more, you can shove it up your ass.

She's bringing them girls from Seattle.

Real first-class, fancy women.

I can't imagine nobody paying

25 cents for a goddamn bath.

Two bits ain't too bad.

- Cheapest bath in Bearpaw is 35 cents.

- I wouldn't take one if it was free.

I don't know why you guys

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