Albuquerque

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There ain't nothin' steady

about a woman, Stokes.

Their minds is as changeable

as the moon.

Yeah. And there's

always a man in it.

Man in the moon,Juke,

get it?

No. My Pearl ain't like that.

You and Pearl figure on

holy matrimony?

She don't like my whiskers. Then

why don't you whack them off?

Oh, Pearl wants me to,

but I keep thinkin' about Samson.

You mean Samson,

the little tailor in Albuquerque?

No, you heathen.

Samson was a king.

Lived in Egypt or " Afrikee" or

someplace like that. Well, what about him?

Well, he had a mane and whiskers

just like mine.

Strongest fella you ever seen.

Pushed buildings over

with his bare hands. Yes, sir.

He had a gal, too,

named Delilah.

Didn't she like whiskers either?

No, sir.

Snuck in one night, clipped Samson

slicker than a frog's belly.

After that he was so durn weak,

couldn't even break a toothpick.

You're an awfully sweet little girl,

Miss Myrtle,

and it won't be long before

you meet your daddy in Albuquerque.

Oh, Mr. Cole, you're so funny.

Isn't he, Miss Wallace?

Yes, honey, very amusing,

Amusing? He's funny.

Isn't he, Mr. Martin?

Very funny. Yes, sir, he's a

regular circus. Certainly is.

Thank you, ma'am, ladies.

I aim to please.

You know, Miss Myrtle, if I was

gonna see the man I love most,

I'd try to get some sleep so's to look

fresh and pretty when he meets me.

My daddy don't care how I look,

just so I get there.

Shouldn't wonder, ma'am, if the same

advice wouldn't work for you too.

You haven't closed your eyes since we

left the railroad. I'm fine, thank you.

Whoa!

All right, come out a-jumpin' and reach

for nothin' but sky. Everybody but the kid.

Throw your guns overboard

and come down out of there.

We ain't got no gun and we

ain't got no box. Get down!

All right, everybody, line up!

And don't anybody try anything!

Come on, get over there!

Well, missy, what have

you got there? Nothing.

I'll have a look at that satchel.

No!

Boy, I got the tiger by the tail!

A tiger by the tail!

Fine way to make a livin',

robbin' women. Shut up!

You're next. That's not

my money. It's collections.

It belongs to-

Shut up!

Whoa, horses! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Come on, boy!

Come on, Mr. Cole! Come on!

Whoa, horses! Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Myrtle?

Oh, Mr. Cole, you were elegant!

I bet this old coach had

a mighty scared little passenger.

I was at first, but I ain't now.

All right, you get back inside and

we'll pick up Miss Celia and the others.

No, sir.

I wanna ride up there with you.

All right, up we go.

Here comes the stage!

Where you goin',Juke?

Where's the Sheriff?

We've been robbed! Sheriff!

Help you down?

Myrtle! Honey!

Daddy!

Look here, let me through here.

Celia. Oh, you're good. Oh, Ted.

Let me look at you.

How's my kid sister?

Ted. Dear, what's the matter?

Did you hear what the driver said?

We were held up.

Did they get the money?

Our $10,000, Ted. All of it.

Ten thousand dollars?

Mr. Cole?

What is it, honey?

I told Daddy how

you knocked a bandit down...

and caught the runaway

and saved my life.

I'm mighty obliged to you,

mister.

If you ever need a friend in Albuquerque,

you got one. Thanks. I'll remember that.

Durn funny, Sheriff. First stage holdup

in months. Why'd they pick on my run?

I wasn't carryin' nothin',

not even a gun rider.

Why'd they kill that

poor fella in there?

Keep quiet,Juke. Now who were

the passengers in this coach?

Well, I was drivin'. There was

that lady and this fella here,

the little gal and that big

fella over there and the dead man.

All right, the rest of you scatter.

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