The Spoilers Page #2

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the girls have to turn in their guns.

Roy wants to find me a place to live,

if you have no objection.

Objection? - I thought I'd take

Miss Chester to Widow Smith's place.

good idea. I wouldn't waste any time.

Miss Chester looks rather tired.

Yes, I am rather.

Shall we go, Roy?

- Come on, Cherry.

No, I'll wait.

I want to see Oextry. - Alright.

See ya tonight, sport.

Cherry! How's my little girl?

Right now she has murder in her heart.

You said you'd protect my interests!

Now, wait a minute - Not now,

we have things to talk about. Come on.

What others?

- Let's take the good with the bad.

You like her a lot, don't you?

- That's the situation.

Come outta there, Clark!

I know you're in there!

Come out!

Come outta there! You ain't hoppin'

no claim of mine, Clark!

grab for your gun! Yank her out!

No you don't!

Are ya hurt bad, Flapjack?

- Where'd he get you, old-timer?

If you get my claim back, Roy,

turn her over to Banty and

kind of bury me at sea. I always

hankered to be a sailor.

I hate to disappoint ya, Flapjack.

You won't die of a scratch like that.

You mean to say I ain't dyin'?

- I'm afraid not. - Oang nab it!

Just when a fella thinks

he's got shed of his troubles

That's the nearest I ever come

to owning a mine - Shut up!

We gotta get her back first!

Take him over to our tent, Banty.

- Come on, ya disappointed corpse!

Oidn't scare ya, did it?

- Oo these things happen often here?

Once a day at most. - Lucky for Simms

you happened along. - Yeah

You're a stranger here. - Not exactly.

McNamara. gold Commissioner.

How are ya?

I'm glennister. The Midas.

Oh, Miss Chester.

- How do you do, Mr McNamara?

Miss Chester is Judge Stillman's

niece. - glad to know he's arrived.

You know him?

- By reputation.

Well, it's a small town. We'll bump

into each other again. - Sure.

Probably at the Northern.

I'll show you the room. This'll have

to do till we get something better.

There's the bowl and pitcher.

If there's anything else, just ask.

I don't suppose Mr glennister brung

you up from Seattle for nothing.

If you're thinkin' about marriage,

I'd let you have my room for a week.

It's very much more comfortable.

It'll be a shame to disappoint

a nice old lady, won't it?

She'll get over it.

- But will I?

Oh, it sounds terrible. I feel like

a designing woman. What'll I do?

The world is full of so much better

material. Why me?

Who knows? Could say the same thing

to you. Why Cherry Malotte?

But it just happens to be that way.

You're not annoyed?

- If I am, it's not hard to take.

If I have to compete with someone,

you might let me start on even terms.

Is that what you mean?

- Partly. No more?

Right now would be a good time

for somebody to knock at that door.

Yes? - One of the boys

is coming with your luggage.

I didn't come in

at the wrong time, did I?

You couldn't have timed it better.

I'll see you later. - goodbye, Roy.

I guess a lot of girls would envy you.

Mr glennister's a real man.

I'm beginning to think he is.

Miss Cherry, you sure the kind of

medicine good for what ails a man!

All we need then is the man, eh?

If you's referring to me, Miss Cherry,

this country lacks good, solid colour!

No chance of choosin', Idabelle?

- No pickin' neither.

Oid y'all say Mr glennister

be comin' right along? - I didn't say.

And you haven't heard anyone

breaking down doors

We've wasted a lot of time

waiting for what we're not gonna get.

Mr glennister ain't comin' no more?

That's it. No more.

- But, Miss Cherry,

we done given that man

the best years of our life.

We sure have.

What am I gonna do

with all them nice hard-boiled eggs?

If you want better results than I got

try sitting on them.

Sit on 'em? I can't sit on no eggs.

I'll mash 'em all to pieces.

Alright, Oex

Light 'er up and speak your piece.

When you start suckin' on a cold pipe

there's somethin' wrong. What is it?

Some sort of spy, ain't ya?

When two men have been snowbound

in a Yukon shack all winter

they walk out come spring

either good friends

and knowin' each other

- Or one of them walks out alone.

We've had nine of those winters.

Think nine years gives me license

to say what I think? - Well, shoot.

If I don't like it, I can punch you.

If you catch me when I ain't looking.

I been thinkin' about Cherry.

Oh. You saw her?

- Yeah, for a couple of minutes.

I know you like this Chester girl.

- They come from different schools.

Yeah, but Cherry'll weight out

the better of the two in the long run.

A woman don't have to wear a polish

like a new dime just out of the mint.

Them that picks up a little experience

goes just as good over the counter.

Oh, a philosophizing

old sour-dough, eh?

Look, son.

Close as we've always been, I've never

nosed into your real private notions.

It's alright for a man to turn

a corner here and there along the way,

but you and Cherry's my only family.

And I feel father-like towards you.

I don't wanna see you split up.

- And we're not goin' to, partner.

She's pretty het up. - She'll get over

it five minutes after I get there.

Well, ten anyway.

Hello, Mr Sirs.

Writing a poem about me?

Not this time, Cherry. This is about

a lady known as Lou.

Is there a man in her life?

- Yes. He's called Oan Mcgrew.

He's a bad actor. He gets shot.

- Sound exciting.

Ravishing as usual, Miss Malotte.

- Still out of jail, Mr Skinner?

In and out.

How you doing on the door, Lyle?

- Bad.

Will you rub my head for luck?

- Better. I'll give you a shuffle.

You need a recess, Bronco.

- You're the boss.

Ante, gentlemen!

How's for hornin' in, sport?

Not this round. But there's a new

deal coming up. Make your bets, boys!

Could a fella do himself some good

in a game like this?

The only luck in poker is the draw.

After that, it's a game of skill.

Cards, boys?

- gimme three.

How's a man's chances of improving

a pair? - Not so good, they tell me.

Sure ain't my night, Cherry. I'll be

cashin' in. - I'll sneak out too.

Well, if you get enough players for

a new game, Cherry, I'm at the bar.

Remember what I said when I left?

"We'll make up for it when I'm back."

Well, I'm back.

Yeah, I met the boat, remember?

Listen, Honey, you're not asking for

apologies and alibis, are ya?

If I was the kind that bends

at the knees, you wouldn't want me.

But you're not. So I suppose

I can't get along without ya.

Sure you can.

Which also goes for me.

We could do with a lot less food, too,

but we'd get awfully hungry.

But if you get too much of any one

thing, it's good to make a change.

Aw, come on, sport.

Let's get back to normal.

Why don't we slip upstairs

and talk things over.

We've got nothing to talk about.

Miss Malotte. - Mr McNamara,

this is Mr glennister.

Yes, we've met. Not butting into

a private game, am I? - No.

Pile right in. In fact, you can have

my chair. I just cashed out.

No luck? - Percentage is

with the house. Pretty hard to beat.

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