Calamity Jane Page #3

At east you've sti got a theater.

What stops you getting this Adeaid?

This joint's the biggest godmine

in Deadwood. You can afford it.

-Why don't you send for her?

-Why don't send for the Queen of Sheba?

No good. They want Adeaid.

Look, nothing is impossibe for Caamity.

Didn't she save the stage

from 100 savage njuns?

Didn't she rescue her pretty ieutenant

from a fate worse than death?

Besides, she gave the boys her word

that Adeaid woud be here.

Caamity's word is sacred.

CALATY:
Bi.

-You reay have that much faith in me?

-Who knows you better than me?

You think coud go to Chicago

and bring Adeaid Adams back here?

You gave your word, and trust that.

About as much as do a bind rattesnake

with a brand new button on his tai.

[Bi aughs]

Hey, wait a minute.

-You no good four-fushing--

-You tak too much.

[Sing humorous duet]

Caam.

The night Adeaid steps on that stage,

' come dressed as a Sioux squaw...

ugging a papoose.

' bring her, Bi Hickok,

if have to drag her back with my teeth!

[Shouting]

CALATY:
Look out, Adeaid Adams.

Rattesnake!

Saary's no object.

Promise her anything, but bring her.

've got the cigarette picture, ' find her.

-Caam, do me a favor.

-What?

When you're in Chicago, notice the

women, how they act and what they wear.

Get yoursef

some femae cothes and fixings.

You know, dresses, ribbons,

perfume, things ike that.

-f you don't ike how sme--

-t's nothing persona.

f you ever crawed out of that deer hide

and doed up a bit...

got a hunch

you'd be a passabe, pretty ga.

Save your hunches for femaes who get

their pictures taken in ong underwear.

ain't one of them.

Come on. Get this schooner roing.

[Bi aughs]

[Upbeat instrumenta pioneer music]

[Honky-tonk piano music]

[Faint drum beating]

Scaps.

A massacre.

[Escaating instrumenta music]

Drop it, you murdering copperhead.

[Laughter]

' be hornswogged.

[Sweeping instrumenta music]

[Sings seductive song]

[Appause]

They ove you, iss Adams.

Shoudn't you take another bow?

t's your ast night.

'm gratefuy aware of that.

See that the trunks are packed,

and my costumes....

Get rid of those awfu things.

Se them or do something.

' make you a present of them.

' buy a whoe new wardrobe.

London, Vienna, Paris.

How different from this primitive Chicago.

These past few weeks

have been a dreadfu bore.

How can you say that, iss Adams?

They have been gorious.

f coud be on the stage for one minute,

to see a those peope ooking up at me...

istening, admiring....

Like ooking into the pens

at the stockyards.

Hurry up, Katie.

We mustn't keep r. Kingsey waiting.

aybe some day wi be on the stage.

Not a grand, beautifu star ike you,

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