San Antonio Page #5

No, no, Roy.

Not now, just a friendly call.

I'll tell you when the shooting starts.

RO Y:

What do you want here?

Oh, Miss Jeanne,

Mr. Legare said he'd like to see you.

- He's right next door.

- Thank you.

You'll excuse me, Mr. Stuart?

- I asked you a question.

- I know.

You were asking another

when I came in.

Is that your girl?

Could be.

We haven't made up our minds yet.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

You sent for me, Mr. Legare?

Did I?

Oh, yes, of course.

Please, won't you sit down?

- I should be getting backstage.

- Oh, don't worry, they'll wait for you.

And for me.

You know, my dear...

...I have been looking forward so much

to this visit of yours.

Really, like a young boy.

What a pity it was in New Orleans

that we didn't see more of each other.

Mm, but now...

Pardon me, I just came in to tell you

Bozie's looking for you, Miss Jeanne.

He's going crazy downstairs.

Thank you, Mr. Hardin.

I really must run now.

Roy, you want us to do something

about Clay Hardin?

Not till I tell you.

It's really a pity, Roy...

...that you don't take

fuller advantage of my brains.

As I think of it now, I'm afraid you

have made another wretched mistake.

Don't talk so much.

I'm thinking now

of a very interesting tally book...

...that I accidentally looked into once.

One accident

can lead to another, Legare.

As I recall, the book contained

some very curious bills of sale...

...transferring cattle.

I write bills of sale everyday.

Yes. But this time you were selling cattle

that didn't belong to you, Roy.

I suppose you learned that

by accident too.

Did it never occur to you that

some of the people who work for you...

...may also be friends of mine?

I've always suspected it.

That's how I know that this tally book...

...this convicting evidence against you...

...has fallen into the hands

of someone else.

Don't you know what's going to happen

if you don't get it back?

You'd like to get a hold of it yourself,

wouldn't you? Ha-ha-ha.

I wonder

who has that book of yours now.

I suppose it might be someone

sitting at one of those tables.

It might even be someone

standing at that bar.

I suppose one man's guess

is as good as another's, isn't it?

Now, don't step on your dress and trip

and spoil your number.

I think I'll send Clay Hardin a note

and thank him for his flowers.

Now, hold still. You look like a rag doll.

Jeanne, if you follow my advice,

you let that fellow alone.

He was born for trouble.

Gentlemen, tonight is a night

you will never forget.

I hasten to present Jeanne Starr.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

[BAND PLAYING SOFT MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[SINGING]

I'm so happy, oh, so happy

And why shouldn't I be?

There's a reason

And the reason is as simple as ABC

Some Sunday morning

Is going to be

Some Sunday morning

For someone and me

Bells will be chiming an old melody

Specially for someone

And me

There'll be an organ playing,

Friends and relations will stare

Say, can't you hear them saying

"Gee, what a peach of a pair"

Some Sunday morning

We'll walk down the aisle

He'll be so nervous

And I'll try to smile

Things sure look rosy

For someone and me

Some Sunday morning you'll see

Have you ever gazed at the silvery moon

Hanging low in a Texas sky?

And looked out across the plains

While the breeze hummed a tune

To the tumbleweed tumbling by?

Have you ever walked

By the old Rio Grande?

Have you ever seen sage all in bloom?

Have you felt the delight

Of just roaming around

Way out there

Where there's plenty of room?

Or did you ever ride down

An old cattle trail

While the stars like a million eyes

Seem to look down and say

"When you're down Texas way,

You're really in paradise"

[SINGING]

Some Sunday morning

We'll walk down the aisle

He'll be so nervous

And I'll try to smile

Things sure look rosy

For someone and me

We're waiting patiently

To see how heavenly

Some Sunday morning

Can be

[CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC]

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Some Sunday morning

There's going to be

Some Sunday morning

For someone and me

Bells will be chiming an old melody

Specially for someone and me

I got a note from the gal to Clay Hardin.

What will I do with it?

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Friends and relations will stare

Say, can't you hear them saying

"Gee, what a peach of a pair"

- Give it to him.

- Lf that's the way you want it, boss.

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Some Sunday morning

We'll walk down the aisle

He'll be so nervous and I'll try to smile

- Get that drunken cat off the bar.

- Yeah, he is a little drunk, isn't he?

CHORUS [SINGING]:

For someone and me

From Miss Starr.

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Some Sunday morning

You'll see

Some Sunday morning

Wait a minute, Clay.

Don't go back there.

You can't trust anybody

in San Antonio tonight.

- This girl's a complete stranger.

- Yeah?

Who brought her here?

Who's she working for?

- Stuart and Legare.

- You didn't always scare this easy.

Oh, all right, go on.

At least let me carry the tally book

while you're dilly-dallying.

- You got no right to risk everything.

- Ha, ha.

- Sure, if it'll make you any happier, here.

- Careful.

CHORUS [SINGING]:

There'll be an organ playing

You're like a ticklish girl

at a strawberry festival. Here.

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Say, can't you hear them saying

"Gee, what a peach of a pair"

Fair and lovely

Some Sunday morning

We'll walk down the aisle

He'll be so nervous

And I'll try to smile

Henrietta, will you please

open the door to the gallery?

It is open.

CHORUS [SINGING]:

We're waiting patiently

To see how heavenly...

Well, don't stand there like a ninny.

Come in and shut the door.

This is nice. I'm so glad you came up.

Now, don't talk all night.

You need your rest, you know.

It was sweet of you to send me

those flowers you picked yourself.

- Well, I can see you needed them.

- Ha, ha.

And, uh, I'm sorry I threw

those things at you this afternoon.

Oh, that's all right.

Usually, you have to stand in line

to throw things at me.

Oh.

It's stifling in here, Clay.

- Let's go out on the gallery.

- Sure.

What's out on that gallery,

the pay window?

I feel sorry for the rest of the country.

Struggling along in plain

and fancy ignorance.

Poor Louisiana, poor old Arkansas.

What's the matter?

Is Texas going to take them in?

Just think of all the other towns

there are.

And only San Antonio rates

a performance by Miss Jeanne Starr.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Where does a cowboy learn

to talk like that?

And then to the south

of our little house...

...nothing but mile upon mile

of button-hole bushes.

They're lovely.

I guess I'm supposed

to sew on all the buttons.

Why, of course. Oh, I can see it all.

Birds singing in the trees,

flowers coming up.

Oh, yes, and here's the main event:

The whole thing's completely surrounded

by millions of assorted cattle.

Oh, that really settles it.

Your old cows scare me to pieces with

those long antlers or whatever they are.

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