Silver River Page #7

I'll throw them all out.

You'll do nothing

of the kind.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Well, hello, chevigee,

seen the house?

What a lovely gown,

mrs. Mccomb. Thank you.

Dinner is served.

Shall we go in?

Your kind indulgence,

ladies and gentlemen.

I'd merely like to say

how happy I am

to think that so many

of our invited guests

found time to grace our table.

Indeed, it's not often

that a man finds himself

honored by the presence

of so many...

so many loyal,

trustworthy friends.

Huh, chevigee?

Oh, uh, yes, yes,

to be sure.

Now, if I may,

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the silver queen,

mrs. Mike McComb.

Well, I seem to remember

my father telling me

on an occasion

somewhat similar to this-

be brief, be sincere,

and be seated.

We're greatly indebted

to mr. And mrs. Mccomb

for their gracious

hospitality.

Much happiness to them.

Now I'll tell one.

Ha! Plato.

With a respectful bow

to our beautiful hostess,

i propose a toast

to mr. Mccomb,

my old friend.

Indeed, we should

all honor him.

His name marks

our schools, our banks,

and one day, maybe,

our finish.

Ladies and gentlemen, you're

in the presence of a great man.

A mighty man.

Are there any takers?

Easy, Plato.

Easy is the word.

Remember to say "please"

and "thank you" to mr. Mccomb.

He likes to be thanked.

Mr. Mccomb is offended

by my conduct.

He believes in the dignity

of man-one man.

Why should caesar

be a tyrant then?

Ask Mike McComb.

He knows all about tyrants.

But let's look at the man.

The whole man,

the good and the bad.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is no whole man.

Let's consider him,

then, a serpent's egg.

And kill him in the shell.

Get out of here.

Get out,

you drunken old fool.

You're no good, Mike.

You're rotten!

Rotten clean through!

You hear me? I'm through

with you, finished.

You think you run

the world now

but that won't last,

king david.

See that he gets home

all right, pistol.

Did I ever tell you

the story of king david?

Let me tell her

that story.

Later.

Shall we go into

the drawing room?

I'm afraid I can't stay.

It's been a pleasure, sir.

Good night, mrs. Mccomb.

Good night.

Good night, mr. Mccomb.

Good night, mrs. Mccomb.

Mike.

Lovely housewarming,

wasn't it?

I hope you don't mind

everyone's leaving so early.

Mind? I wonder why we bothered

with them in the first place.

But Plato. I don't understand

his acting like that.

Oh, it was just

the liquor talking.

What did he mean

about king david?

What did he mean

about david?

Who knows what goes

through the mind of a drunk?

One minute he's

talking about caesar

the next about

serpent's eggs.

But it was so strange.

Forget it.

Oh, good morning,

mr. Mccomb.

Morning, mr. Mccomb.

Morning, mr. Mccomb.

Morning, mr. Mccomb.

Good morning, mr. Mccomb.

Morning, mr. Mccomb.

Well, it's about time

you got back.

I've been trying to

get in touch with you.

Have you?

Well, the mrs. And i

thought we'd leave

business to the rest of you for awhile.

Ah.

The harvard lampoon.

Very educational.

Somebody must've

left it here.

I've been keeping my

eye on things, Mike.

Did you get those

reports I sent you?

I haven't been doing much reading

lately. What is it, shaeffer?

These were will require your

immediate attention, mr. Mccomb.

I don't know what

you'll say to this,

but mr. Chevigee

and the other mine owners

have withdrawn their money

from this bank

and have arranged to transact

their business in san francisco.

San francisco.

That's a long way.

They, uh, call themselves

the western combine.

Short and simple.

What does that mean

to us, Mike?

I'm not sure.

They still have to have

their payrolls met in my bank.

Only from now on,

shaeffer,

i only want the payrolls of

the silver river mines met.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

That'll bring 'em around.

It should.

Where's Beck?

I haven't seen him.

I looked in all the bars.

He must have left town.

Left town?

Probably out looking

for a new saloon.

Looks like chevigee and the

boys haven't wasted any time.

Hello, Beck.

Hello, chevigee.

We learned

you were in town.

We'd like to talk over

a little proposition.

Now since you handle a

lot of McComb's business,

we thought...

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I have plans of my own.

Besides, I'm not in sympathy

with your war over silver.

It's rumored that you're

going into politics, mr. Beck.

Why did McComb move

his offices out here?

We're working

24 hours a day.

Got our own

telegraph wire in there.

Mrs. Mccomb, I think you'd

better tell your husband

i can't get his price

for the warehouse.

He oughta settle

for half.

Keep trying, mr. Taylor. Mr.

Mccomb never settles for half.

Mrs. Mccomb, I've

been waiting for hours.

Well, make

yourself comfortable.

What goes on here?

Mccomb rushed me

out here from denver.

Now he lets me sit here

and cool my heels.

If that doesn't work,

try cooling your temper.

Name's rice,

mrs. Mccomb.

I'm from

the san francisco telegram.

They call you the silver

queen, don't they, ma'am?

That's right.

Well, what do you

think of the silver war?

Where I come from,

this is a skirmish.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

Tracey, you were the one

who talked me into

buying this land for half a

million dollars, weren't you?

Now when I want you

to sell it for a profit,

you mean to say

it's not worth it?

No, it isn't,

mr. Mccomb.

Aw, what are you

talking about?

Tell 'em there's gold in it. Come on.

What goes?

Not so good.

Looks like the bottom's

dropping out.

It's down

another 50 points.

Now listen, all of you.

I don't know where chevigee

and the rest of the combine

are getting their money, but

they're getting it somewhere.

That means I've gotta

match 'em dollar for dollar.

Mike, maybe I'm wrong,

but wouldn't it

be a good idea

to put the properties on

the market one at a time?

Well, of course.

I thought that was understood.

Don't make it look

like I'm selling out.

For instance, tifton,

whenever you sell a ranch

wait awhile before

you list the next one.

Those, uh, dance halls are

worth something, aren't they?

Aw, no. No, I don't wanna sell those.

After all, that's

where the ready cash is.

That's something

tangible.

Don't forget

that's where you started.

You ain't gonna

sell 'em, are you, Mike?

Oh, pistol just

likes the girls.

Hmm.

I think you'd like

to see me get rid

of those dance halls,

wouldn't you?

All right.

Sell 'em, tracey.

Now, you all understand

the plans, do you?

Mccomb, a message from the east.

The eastern syndicate lend

support to smash McComb.

Ah.

So that's where they're getting

the money, is it?

Gentlemen, disregard

everything I said.

I want every penny of cash

you can lay your hands on.

You get it?

Sell everything.

I said everything.

You heard me, didn't you?

All right, gentlemen, be kind

enough to get out of here.

I got business.

Mike, there are newspaper reporters

out there from all over the country.

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