Desert Fury Page #2

Oh, don't talk like that.

The Judge.

Judge?

Even the title is phony.

He's trying to be nice.

He said he'd talk to her.

He's been talking to her ever

since I was eight years old.

You're not eight years old anymore.

No.

I used to cry when I was eight.

But you don't cry anymore?

No. I'm like you now, Fritzi.

I'm getting more like you every day.

Like mother, like daughter.

Two very charming...

Oh, shut up!

Can I go upstairs now, mother?

Now look, baby. I don't

want to fight with you.

You know I don't want to fight with you.

Is it?

Yes it is.

Pour me a drink.

Fritzi, it may be...

Pour me a drink.

[ Telephone ]

Hello.

It's the Sheriff.

Oh, you talk to him.

Hello Pat. Fritzi doesn't feel too well.

She asked me to talk to you.

Yes.

Alright, Pat.

Pat told me to tell you that

Eddie Bendix is in town.

Eddie Bendix?

Yes.

It seems like he's taken a lease

on the Halverston ranch.

Looks as though he'll be

around for a little while.

Eddie Bendix.

He's an old friend of

yours isn't he, Fritzi?

You say that as though you didn't know.

Did Pat say why he's come here?

He told me to ask you that.

I might have known.

Goodbye, Burl.

I'd like to explain to you about...

Goodbye, Burl.

You haven't taken your drink, Fritzi.

It will keep.

Paula.

Yes, mother.

Come here, baby.

I'm glad you're home. Really I am.

Thanks, Fritzi. Thanks very much.

Tell me, baby.

Why did you leave this time?

The usual reasons.

Where do you come from?

Who are your folks? What do they do?

Do you always tell them?

You don't want me to lie, do you?

Why not?

I'm not ashamed of you.

Do you want me to be?

No.

Fritzi, I'm so much older than they are.

Oh, you just think you are.

They're just babies. They

don't know what they want.

And you do?

Yes.

Mind telling me?

I'm going to stay here.

And do what?

Work with you at the Purple Sage.

Now you listen to me.

If you even go near

that place, and I'll...

Here I go. Blowing up again.

Talk about it later, huh baby?

We'll talk about it now.

Alright, if that's the way you

want it. The answer is "no".

That's not what I have in mind for you.

What do you have in mind for me, Fritzi?

What put the idea in your head?

Tell me, Fritzi.

You tell me!

Alright. Because that's what you do.

I used to work in a silk mill

at Patterson, New Jersey.

I used to make eight bucks a week.

You wouldn't like that.

I had one pair of shoes and one dress.

My father was a drunk and

my mother didn't care.

For me, it was any

way out, but for you...

Fritzi, people come to you.

They do as you say.

And that's for you?

Yes, that's for me.

You're crazy, baby.

You'd come running to me

at the first sign of trouble.

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