The Harvey Girls Page #3

They was written

by a fellow named Ned Trent.

Who's Ned Trent?

That was Ned's idea, all in the first place.

You know, I bet he thought

that'd be some kind of a funny joke like.

- A joke?

- Yes, ma'am.

You mean,

I've come 2,000 miles for a joke?

- Where will I find this Ned Trent?

- Well, he's right inside there, ma'am.

Miss Bradley, you can't go in there.

Pardon me, which one is Mr. Trent?

- The guy over there without the hat.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Trent. Mr. Trent.

- See me later, I'm busy.

Wait a minute.

- Mr. Trent!

- Go away, will you?

Not until I've talked to you.

If it's about a job,

grab a drink and I'll see you later.

- A drink?

- Open.

Call and raise.

- How many, Trent?

- Two cards.

How many?

Holding a kicker?

My grandfather always said that...

Hang your grandfather!

If he were alive,

it's more than likely he'd hang you.

Who are you?

What are you doing in this place?

I'm just somebody who doesn't like you,

Mr. Trent.

I don't know if you're a thief or a murderer,

but I know one thing: You're worse.

I never met, or read,

or heard of anyone lower than you are.

You're a yellow-dog, Mr. Trent. Good day.

- Who was that?

- I don't know...

...but I'm sure going to find out.

Hey, wait a minute!

What was that all about, miss?

"When the setting sun lowers

its mantle of gold...

"...over the valley that shall be our home..."

The letters! You're Hartsey's...

- But you couldn't be!

- Well, I am.

Susan Bradley.

Well, look,

take this and go on back to Ohio.

Nothing's happened...

...except that a nice girl

has had an interesting trip.

Oh, wouldn't you love it

if I went back to Ohio?

Me and the other nice girls

who came out here today!

Well, they won't.

Whatever you and the other cutthroats do,

we won't.

Listen to me. If anybody leaves here,

it'll be you and your kind.

Men who run gambling palaces

and send lying letters to girls...

...and sell a lot of liquor to drunkards.

Before we're finished with this town,

you'll swallow those letters you wrote...

...and yes, I hope you choke on them, too!

- Miss Bliss.

- Yes, Susan?

You've got yourself another Harvey girl.

Dining room to the left.

Lunch counter to the right.

Ample notice will be given

before the departure of the train.

- Hi, Goldust. When did you blow in?

- Just passing through.

You've got too much class

for these prairie dogs.

Come to the coast with me.

No dice, Goldust. Keep asking.

It's good for my morale.

- Going to have supper with me?

- As a matter of fact, I'm dining out.

- Harvey House?

- I'll stroll over and size up the competition.

Yours or mine?

What do you mean?

I'd still like to know

what was in those letters.

If I did, I'd probably know you

as well as you know me.

It's no mystery, Em.

Why do you go out alone

in the desert all the time?

- Who said I do?

- Everybody knows you do.

What have you got buried in that valley?

You wouldn't believe this, Em,

but I've got nothing in that valley.

It's nice to look at.

See you later.

- Your order, sir?

- I'll have a great big sirloin steak.

One steak.

- Welcome to the Harvey House.

- Thank you, Miss Bradley.

- How would you like your steak?

- Rare.

Rare. Potatoes?

- Just the steak.

- Just the steak.

If you can get it.

We're famous for our steaks, Mr. Trent.

We'll have your steak in a minute, sir.

Hey! What did she do that for?

I wasn't finished.

It's because of your manners.

In a place like this,

you don't blow on your soup.

You fan it with your hat.

One sirloin steak, rare.

- We ain't got it.

- What?

No roast beef or lamb chops...

...and not a single one

of those famous Harvey steaks.

- The meat's disappeared.

- And so has our manager.

I think I know what's happened.

- Anything could have happened.

- You think somebody stole all that?

I'm looking forward to the steak.

You shall have it, Mr. Trent.

Get out, you drunk!

Stick 'em up!

Come on. Stick 'em up, now!

Anybody that gets in my way...

...you're going to have to answer

for the consequences.

So, come on. Stick 'em up!

Watch out, men. Be careful!

I'd rather have Deadeye Dick

than a female with a gun in her hand!

Now, I'm from the Harvey House.

We got a lot of hungry people there

waiting to be served.

And I don't want to hurt anybody.

Honestly, I don't!

But we're famous for our steaks,

and I'm not going to let anybody stop me.

So, come on, get 'em up. Put 'em up!

That's right.

Now, you,

tell me where that meat is or I'll shoot.

What meat?

Lady, your meat's in there.

Come on, boys. Get your hands up!

Mr. Adams, are you all right?

John Henry, go there and untie Mr. Adams.

I need strong men to carry this meat.

- Right away.

- Pick up the trays. Come on.

Get it back to the Harvey.

You ought to be ashamed.

We have people to feed there.

Come on, hurry up.

- Let's get moving!

- Mr. Adams, will you take this?

- John Henry, get these down here.

- Yes, ma'am.

Come on. Hurry up. March.

Come on. Out.

Thank you very much.

I just want to thank you all.

My!

Did I do that?

I am sorry,

I didn't mean to let it go off again.

You've been very kind

and thank you all very much.

- Good night.

- Good night.

One steak, very rare.

Good night, Arabella.

Look at that little goose pimple,

all moon-eyed over a song.

I just came out for a breath of air.

- Deborah's romantic.

- It isn't that. It's just that I like music.

Imagine coming 2,000 miles

from everywhere to hear a song like that.

And from a saloon.

Why did you become a Harvey girl,

Deborah?

I thought it would be exciting.

What I really wanted to be...

...was a dancer.

But my family thought

it wasn't respectable.

A dancer?

- And you, Alma?

- I lived on a farm.

- Why did you leave it?

- I was hungry.

Well, here we are.

Yes, the three of us.

I don't know if we're the three musketeers

or the three blind mice.

The low-down, crawling worm.

Shooting at women!

Ladies, I'm afraid we can call that

the opening gun in the battle for Sandrock.

You can fight it without me.

I'm taking the first train out of here.

Girls! Please!

You'll not let this crude

theatrical demonstration frighten you.

We won't stay here

to get murdered in our beds.

I'm sure, when you calm down,

you'll change your mind and stay.

If I stayed, it wouldn't be because

I changed my mind, but because I lost it.

I'm leaving.

Girls...

...l'd hoped you'd have the courage

to see this through.

But if you insist upon leaving...

...that's a decision

which you'll have to make for yourselves.

Good afternoon, Judge.

So you're back? Still peddling religion?

Sandrock needs it a heap-sight more

than folks on the circuit.

We don't aim to have a church in Sandrock.

You've already got a church in Sandrock,

Judge.

All I aim to do is reopen it.

Listen, we agreed

you were going to stay out of this town.

You agreed. I didn't.

You can't scare me

the way you did those girls last night.

- Bullets are an old story to me.

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