My Little Chickadee Page #7

The literature.

See you later...

Why did you slam the clink on me

and keep me in stir? Is the honeymoon over?

Quiet. I'm doing this for your good.

How can I prove you ain't the bandit

if I'm locked up in there?

I got to be on the outside to do things.

If you break out, too, they'll figure you're

guilty for sure and swing you in the breeze.

Swinging gives me stomachache.

You ain't fooling.

Give me that literature.

A man's got to be plumb crazy

to put a woman like Flower Belle in jail.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

And as for that tenderfoot sheriff...

why, he couldn't keep his nose out of a bottle long enough to hold up a dog's tail,

much less a stagecoach....

Go ahead and hang him if you want

your fun. I got no love for him.

Boss, she's broke jail. She got clean away.

- No.

- What do you know about that?

Now, there's a woman after my own heart.

She even beat me to the draw.

She's in your office now.

Says she's got to see you right away.

She does? I won't keep her waiting none.

- What's up?

- You got to help. I can't stand by and see him hang for that outlaw.

What about this outlaw?

I heard you were friendly with him.

Just a midnight acquaintance.

I don't know who he is.

Are you in love with him?

What's the use of talking about that

when a man's life is at stake?

I want to talk about it.

I heard you've been seeing him

a long time, even before you came here.

They say he visits you in your room any time he feels like it.

You mean to tell me all this time

you don't know who he is?

I wish I did.

- Are you going to help? They'll hang him.

- Let him hang. What do you care?

You'll be free to marry the Bandit

or anyone you want.

That's got nothing to do with it.

I ain't married anyway.

What?

It was all a fake.

It was done by a gambler named

Amos Budge. He only looked like a preacher.

So that's it.

Amos Budge.

Now listen, Flower...

forget about this bandit.

- I'm crazy about you.

- There's no time for this now.

There's always time for this and you know it.

A man's kiss is like his signature...

his identification.

Unhand me, you bearded beaver!

You can't take the law into your own hands this way.

The man's entitled to a fair trial. Be reasonable.

I will write my assemblyman about this.

Men, you can't do this thing. Why, he hasn't

got a chance to defend himself.

Wait a minute. I agree with that gentleman.

What's this thing doing here?

It's ruining my necktie.

Who's going to pay for my laundry?

Have you anything to say?

Yes, this is going to be a great lesson to me.

You villain. I advise you to make your peace for the hereafter.

I'm not thinking of the hereafter. I'm thinking of the present.

- Have you any last wish?

- Yes, I'd like to see Paris before I die.

Philadelphia will do.

Vote for Cuthbert J. Twillie for Sheriff.

Don't move, any of you. You either, Carter.

You trigger-brains can see for yourself he ain't the man you want.

You wouldn't believe me when I told you.

You'd rather hang an innocent man

than take my word.

While you're talking, the man we want is getting away.

Don't let that worry you.

Open up them bags.

Look at that.

There's enough there to build a school, a church or anything else

this town needs to make it civilized.

That's what you've been hoping for, ain't it?

Now, if any of you want to take out after that bandit, go to it.

I want to thank you personally for what you've done.

Not only for righting a wrong, but for helping us build for the future.

Civilization's a great thing.

I'm sorry, Flower Belle.

That's all right, honey. You did your best.

So, you're not married, after all?

- No, I'm as single as the day I was born.

- Great.

Now I can ask you something

I've wanted to for a long time.

I can even ask you to be my...

Excuse me for interrupting, Carter.

I know what you were going to say,

but I'm afraid you're a little too late.

What do you mean?

Just a minute, boys.

You got me all confused.

- I like the both of you.

- But you can't marry both of us.

I know. That's the trouble.

You've got to give me

a little time to think it over.

How much time?

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never.

But don't let that keep you from coming around.

Any time you got nothing to do

and lots of time to do it, come up.

You leaving, honey?

Yes. Goodbye, beauty.

I wanna give you back your wedding ring.

Guess I won't need it anymore.

Thanks. Maybe some other time.

- Yeah. I'll keep you on my wedding list.

- Thank you.

I have to hurry back East

to attend to some oil wells I have there.

- Oil wells?

- Yes, hair oil wells.

What a man.

If you get up around the Grampian Hills you must come up and see me sometime.

I'll do that, my little chickadee.

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