Way Out West Page #2

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Howdy, gents. What'll it be?

Do you know the whereabouts

of a lady named Mary Roberts?

(Bartender) Sure.

She's around here someplace.

I'm Miss Roberts' guardian.

What do you want to see her for?

We have some news for her.

What's it about?

I'm sorry, sir, but we're

not supposed to discuss that.

It's private. Her father died

and left her a goldmine.

We're not supposed

to tell anyone but her.

Didn't we, Ollie?

- A goldmine?

- It's the biggest...

Now that he's taken you

into our confidence,

you might as well know the rest.

(Whispers ) We've got

the deed to the property.

We have to give it

to her in person.

What?

I said we've got the deed

to the property and... Oh!

Say, you better show it to him.

Maybe he doesn't believe us.

It's the truth.

Say, did I give you the deed?

Oh, I know where it is.

Excuse me.

See? Mary Roberts.

Come here. Have you ever seen

Mary Roberts?

Good. I'll go and find her.

Don't tell a soul till I return.

- We won't.

- Thank you.

Good thing we found her.

Lola!

Lola, we've got a fortune

right in the palm of our hand.

What?

There's men downstairs

looking for Mary Roberts.

So?

They have a deed to a goldmine

left to her by her father.

They're here to deliver it.

Well, ain't that just grand?

It would be

if you were Mary Roberts.

Yeah, but I'd never

get away with it.

Sure you would!

They've never seen her.

Then it's a cinch.

Put that shoe on properly.

- What's wrong?

- I can't eat that.

It's as tough as shoe leather.

- Think you can do it?

- Can I do it(?)

For a goldmine,

I could be Cleopatra.

- That's the girl.

- Bring 'em up.

(Landlord) Hey!

- Come and meet Mary Roberts.

- Right away.

Did you call, Mr Finn?

Get back to the kitchen where

you belong. Don't bother me.

This way, gentlemen.

Come right this way.

This way, gentlemen.

Sit down and I'll get Lola...

I mean Mary for you.

I've told her the news

and she's terribly shocked.

- Lola, they're here.

- Swell, kiddo.

Put these in your arms.

Mary, these are the gentlemen

I was telling you about.

(Clop!)

Tell me... Tell me

about my dear, dear daddy.

Is it true that he's dead?

Well, we hope he is.

They buried him.

It can't be. What did he die of?

I think he died of a Tuesday.

Or was it Wednesday? Do you...?

I'll handle

this delicate situation.

Little lady,

you've heard the worst.

Now prepare yourself

for the best.

Now, cheer up.

Smile. That's right.

Remember, every cloud

has a silver lining.

That's right.

Any bird can build a nest,

but it isn't everyone that can

lay an egg, is it, Ollie?

That's right.

Do you know you own one of the

richest goldmines in the world?

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