The Ballad of Little Jo Page #4

[JO HUMS]

[STOPS HUMMING]

I TOLD YOU TO GET OU AFTER SUPPER!

[THUNDER]

YOU CAN BUILD:

A SHELTER TOMORROW

IF YOU WANT.

THOUGHT YOU WORKED

ON THE RAILROAD:

FOR A LONG TIME.

BUT I WAS VERY SICK

LAST WINTER.

AND I'M NO VERY STRONG ANYMORE.

I GOT IT.

YOU'RE NOT MR. JO.

WHAT?

IS YOUR NAME:

REALLY TINMAN?

NO.

THE CORREC PRONUNCIATION

IS TIEN MA.

I CAN SEE HOW I ENDED UP TINMAN.

IS YOUR NAME:

REALLY JO?

Yes.

IT'S SHOR FOR JOSEPHINE...

NOT JOSEPH.

WHO ARE YOU,

TIEN MA WONG?

YOU ARE THE MYSTERY

ONE, MR. JO.

WHO DID THIS:

TO YOU?

HOODLUMS:

IN SAN FRANCISCO.

WHITE MEN:

IN MINING TOWN.

RAILROAD BOSS.

AND THIS?

WHO IS THIS:

SOCIETY GIRL?

IT'S ME.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?

I LIKE YOU MUCH BETTER

AS YOU ARE.

WHY?

THIS WHITE GIRL:

WOULD NEVER:

DO THIS WITH ME.

YOU EVER SMOKE OPIUM?

NO.

[COUGH]

FRANK BADGER WAS RIGHT.

YOU'RE JUST A RAVISHER

AND AN OPIUM SMOKER.

IT'S NOT THAT COLD.

YOU JUST LOVE:

THAT COAT.

AHH...

ON THE RAILROAD,

RAIN OR SHINE.

I AM ALWAYS COLD.

YEE-HAW!

IT'S BADGER.

IT STINKS IN HERE!

YEE-HAW!

HEY, JO!

JO!

HEY, JO!

LITTLE JO.

FRANK.

WHOO!

WELL, IT'S A LONG

WAY FROM HOME.

AWFUL COLD.

YOUR PLACE LOOKS

MIGHTY INVITING.

WELL, COME ON IN.

I'LL PUT THE HORSE

IN THE CORRAL.

HELLO, TINMAN.

HOW YA DOIN'?

FINE, MR. FRANK.

FINE.

WHAT YOU GO COOKING IN THERE?

IT SMELLS AWFUL GOOD.

COYOTE STEW.

COYOTE STEW?

OH-HOO!

MMM!

MMM.

EXCUSE ME.

CATTLE COMPANY'S

BOUGHT UP:

A LOT OF SMALL HOMESTEADS.

THEY'RE TRYING

TO SQUEEZE ME,

BUYING UP ALL THE LAND

AROUND MINE--

SONS OF B*TCHES.

THERE'S PLENTY

OF CATTLE LAND:

FOR THOSE:

EASTERN SPECULATORS

IN OTHER TERRITORIES.

I DON'T THINK

THEY SEE IT THAT WAY.

HAVE THEY MADE YOU

AN OFFER YET?

I'M NOT SELLING.

I WORKED TOO HARD

TO BUILD THIS PLACE.

THEY BOUGH:

WELL, THEN THEY DON'T NEED

MY 800 OR YOUR 5,000.

THERE'S TALK OF HAVING

ELECTIONS NEXT SPRING.

IN RUBY CITY?

MM-HMM.

THAT'S JUS A MINING CAMP.

WELL, MAYBE

HAVING A MAYOR:

WILL MAKE IT A TOWN.

I KEEP EXPECTING

THAT PLACE TO DISAPPEAR.

NOT IF I CAN HELP IT.

YOU KNOW, JO...

FOLKS SURE WISH:

YOU'D GET INVOLVED.

I APPRECIATE THAT,

BUT YOU KNOW I'M NOT MUCH

FOR GETTING INVOLVED.

BUT WE NEED EDUCATED MEN

LIKE YOURSELF, BY GOD,

TO MAKE SOMETHING

OUT OF THIS PLACE.

YOU CAN COUN ON MY VOTE, FRANK.

I'LL BE THERE

ON ELECTION DAY.

GOOD.

WELL, YOU TWO SEEM

TO BE GETTIN' ALONG

JUST FINE.

SEEMS TO BE WORKING OU BETTER THAN I THOUGHT.

SORRY ABOU TYING YOU UP LIKE THAT.

NOTHING PERSONAL.

OH, NO, MR. FRANK.

YOU'RE A DAMN

GOOD COOK.

OH, THANK YOU.

YOU KNOW, TINMAN,

I ALWAYS DID LIKE

A SMOKE OF OPIUM

NOW AND THEN.

WHAT ARE YOU:

TALKING ABOUT?

WELL, I'M SURE

I SMELLED SOME:

WHEN I FIRST CAME IN.

YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN.

THE SWEETNESS IS

PRETTY UNMISTAKABLE.

I DON'T ALLOW

ANY OF THAT IN MY HOUSE.

IF YOU WANT A SMOKE

OF TOBACCO, YOU'RE WELCOME.

WELL...

I GUESS I BETTER

GET GOIN'.

YEAH, I GUESS SO.

THAT GODDAMN NOSY

SON OF A B*TCH!

HE WANTS TO BE:

YOUR FRIEND.

I DON'T NEED

ANY FRIENDS.

WE'D ALL SMOKE

OPIUM TOGETHER,

AND HE'D BE COMING OVER

TO DINNER:

EVERY SUNDAY FROM NOW ON!

THAT'S TRUE, MR. JO.

HOW LONG DO YOU THINK

IT WOULD TAKE HIM

TO FIGURE OUT ABOUT ME?

IT TOOK YOU THREE DAYS.

BUT THAT IS ME.

WELL, THEN,

WHAT ABOUT US?

WHAT DO YOU THINK

WOULD HAPPEN:

IF THEY FOUND OU ABOUT ME?

LITTLE JO MONAGHAN

TURNS OUT TO BE A WOMAN

AND SHE'S LOVERS WITH

AN AILING CHINAMAN.

THEY'D KILL US.

UNQUESTIONABLY.

BRUTALLY.

WHY CAN'T WE...

JUST LIVE AS WE ARE?

I WAS NOT DEFENDING

MR. FRANK.

HE IS A THICK-HEAD,

TOO STUPID:

TO SEE WHAT IS.

I WANT PEACE:

FOR THE LAST YEARS

OF MY LIFE.

YOU FOUND I LIVING AS A MAN.

I FOUND I LIVING WITH YOU.

I MISS MY SON.

YES.

BUT YOU ARE:

A FREE WHITE MAN NOW.

AND SOMEDAY SOON,

YOU WILL EVEN VOTE.

[WHOOPING AND HOLLERING]

LET'S GO.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

JO.

YOU CAN'T SLEEP IN HERE

TONIGHT.

WHY?

BECAUSE I DON' WANT YOU HERE!

GET OUT!

GET OUT!

WHEN WILL YOU GO OUT?

YOU HAVE A FLOCK TO TEND.

TINMAN.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M MAKING A PIE.

WHY?

FOR YOU.

I WANT TO MAKE:

A PIE FOR YOU.

I DON'T NEED A PIE.

I MAKE:

VERY GOOD PIES!

WHAT IS THIS?

WHAT IS THIS?

I'VE DECIDED TO SELL.

WHEN DID YOU:

DECIDE THAT?

I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS

ANYMORE.

IT'S A CHANCE FOR US

TO START OVER SOMEWHERE ELSE.

WHAT KIND OF GIRL

COULD YOU BE:

SOMEWHERE ELSE?

WHAT MAN:

WOULD WANT YOU?

YOU HAVE NO HAIR!

HALF YOUR FACE:

IS DESTROYED:

WITH:

THAT UGLY SCAR.

YOU CAN'T EVEN

MAKE A PIE!

THEN YOU FIGHT 'EM!

WHOA.

GET UP, BOYS.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

THANK YOU FOR COMING,

MRS. BADGER.

WELL, I HAVEN'T DONE

ANYTHING YET.

HE'S IN THERE.

I GOT THE ONIONS

AND THE TAR.

YOU GO GET ME:

A PINE BRANCH.

OK.

TAKE IT ALL.

ALL OF IT!

[CHOKING]

ALL OF IT.

[SPITTING]

COME ON BACK,

LITTLE FELLA.

COME ON BACK.

WHAT DO WE NEED:

A PINE BRANCH FOR?

DAMNED IF I KNOW.

WELL,

I GUESS YOU TWO:

GOT TO BE ALMOS LIKE FRIENDS...

OUT HERE, ALL ALONE.

YES, HE'S MY FRIEND.

HUH.

WELL, IF HE

DON'T MAKE IT,

WE'LL GET YOU

ANOTHER CHINAMAN.

BY GOD, THEY'RE DAMNED

GOOD COOKS AND HOUSEKEEPERS,

AIN'T THEY?

YEAH, THAT'LL DO

JUST FINE.

YOU THINK:

HE GONNA MAKE IT?

WELL...

HE'S GOT ONE FOO ON THE OTHER SIDE.

WHY DON'T YOU

TWO FELLAS:

GO ON OUTSIDE?

BEING:

IN A SICK HOUSE:

IS NO PLACE:

FOR HANGING AROUND.

OH! I ALMOST FORGOT.

HERE'S YOUR LETTER.

I'VE BEEN THINKING

ABOU:

GOING BACK:

EAST, FRANK.

WHO'S THE LETTER FROM?

MY SISTER.

I DIDN'T KNOW

YOU HAD A SISTER.

"DEAR JO,

"IT'S BEEN SO LONG

SINCE WE HEARD FROM YOU.

"LADDIE GETS BIGGER

EVERY DAY.

"HE'S ALREADY

SUCH A HANDSOME LITTLE MAN.

"YOU'D BE SO PROUD

OF HIM.

"JO, HE ASKED FOR YOU

SO MUCH:

"AND LONGED FOR YOU

SO TERRIBLY:

THAT I FINALLY TOLD HIM

YOU HAD DIED."

YOU KNOW, JO,

THERE'S AN ELECTION

SATURDAY.

WE CAN RIDE IN TOGETHER,

YOU AND I.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

GET UP!

WHAT THE HELL:

DOES HE WANT?

GET UP!

GET UP!

YOU DIRTY,

LYING BASTARD!

YOU SOLD OUT!

MONAGHAN'S

NOT SELLING, GRAY!

PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF,

MR. BADGER.

YES, I AM, FRANK.

YOU SHOOT ME, YOU'LL

HANG WITHIN THE WEEK.

YOU'RE THE ONE

I OUGHT TO KILL,

YOU PUNY LITTLE BASTARD,

HELPING THEM SQUEEZE ME.

BADGER, WE DON' WANT YOUR LAND.

MY GOD, BOY,

I THOUGHT YOU'D

AMOUNT TO SOMETHING.

RUTH!

YEP.

WHEN YOU COME TO MY HOUSE,

MR. GRAY,

YOU EITHER GIVE YOUR WIFE

AND KID GUNS OR...

LEAVE THEM HOME.

SEEMS A SHAME.

OK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,

DARLING.

I WASN'T AFRAID,

FATHER.

HA HA HA.

WELL, MR. MONAGHAN,

THIS IS MY WIFE:

MRS. GRAY

AND MY SON HENRY.

THIS IS MR. MONAGHAN,

DARLING.

HE'S SELLING

HIS RANCH TO US--

TO THE WESTERN:

CATTLE COMPANY.

HE'S DECIDED

TO GO BACK EAST.

HOW DO YOU DO, MA'AM?

HOW DO YOU DO,

MR. MONAGHAN?

YOU MADE A WISE:

DECISION, I'M SURE.

MR. MONAGHAN, HOW

DID YOU GET THAT SCAR?

HENRY, APOLOGIZE

TO MR. MONAGHAN.

BEATRICE, HE DIDN' MEAN ANY HARM.

THERE IS NO EXCUSE

FOR BAD MANNERS.

I'M SORRY,

MR. MONAGHAN.

MY WIFE AND SON:

JUST ARRIVED FROM BOSTON.

I BROUGHT THEM OU THIS AFTERNOON

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