Joe Dakota

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(soft piano chords)

(lilting orchestral music)

("Flower of San Antone"

by David and Joseph)

(stranger whistling ballad

"Flower of San Antone")

(birds chirping)

(quiet western harmonica music)

(soft violin music)

(knocking)

(birds chirping)

(stranger whistling ballad

"Flower of San Antone")

Hello!

Hello!

("Flower of San Antone"

ballad harmonica music)

(romantic violins swelling)

Hello.

Imagine my not seeing you.

What kind of a town is this, anyway?

[Woman] It's a small town.

Oh, I can see that.

Where's everybody else?

Or are you the only one who lives here?

Everybody else is working.

[Stranger] And they left

you here to run the town.

Did you want supplies?

No.

Wind always blow like this around here?

Sometimes.

Sure you won't just vanish

the minute my back is turned?

I'll be here, I live here.

I'll be back.

("Flower of San Antone"

ballad harmonica music)

(clunking)

(whimsical violin music)

("Flower of San Antone"

ballad harmonica music)

[Man In Blue Shirt] All

right, men, pull it up again!

[Men] Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

[Man In Blue Shirt] Let her go!

("Flower of San Antone"

ballad orchestral music)

(tools clanging)

All right, take it up!

[Men] Pull!

Pull!

Pull, steady, pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Let her go, now!

(weight thuds)

Pull it up again.

Hold it.

Cal, we got company.

(birds chirping)

Hi, something I can do for you?

Oh, I'm just riding by,

and I noticed you were

drilling an oil well.

Yeah (laughs)

Looks interesting.

Thought I'd stop and watch

for awhile, if you don't mind.

[Cal] No, no, I guess

it'll be all right.

Thank you.

Who is he, Cal?

I don't know, just

riding through, I guess.

Wants to watch.

You want him to keep

on going, just say so.

No, no, I don't think

he'll get in the way.

(somber woodwind orchestral music)

Pull it up again, now!

[Men] Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Let her go!

(weight thuds)

(tense western orchestral music)

Look, mister, just because

I said you could watch,

doesn't mean you have

the run of the place.

This is private property, you know.

Where's the fellow

who lives in the shack?

Nobody lives there.

Oh.

Where's the fellow who owns the property?

I own it.

If it's a job you're looking for,

I'm afraid we can't use you.

This is what you might call

a small, private operation.

And as you can see, we're quite...

Oh, I see, I won't bother you.

Hello, how long you fellas

been diggin' this well?

I don't think you got a good look

at that No Trespassing sign.

We could read it to him.

Yeah (laughs).

Hey, mister.

Excuse me.

Let me give you a little tip, friend.

People in a small town don't

like strangers very much

at any time, and when these

people are diggin' an oil well,

they don't like strangers at all.

You know, I think you'd

better get on your horse

and ride away from this small town.

You understand?

Yeah.

All right, take it up!

Bring that drill over here!

I thought you were leaving.

How long do you say you've

been drillin' this well?

[Cal] I didn't say.

That shack up there.

Did you build it, or was that here before?

I don't think that's

any of your business.

What about this pool of oil?

What about it?

Well, it doesn't look

like you've hit oil yet,

so it must have been here before.

[Cal] You're just full

of questions, aren't you?

Made it pretty simple for you

to figure out where to put this well down.

(splashing)

(laughing)

Aw, you fellas shouldn't have done that.

Well, you seem to be having

a problem about our oil pool.

Yeah, we wanted you to

get to the bottom of it.

(laughing)

See you boys around.

(men laughing)

Ho, there.

Now, don't try to be funny.

It's me.

Who is he, Cal?

I don't know.

From the questions he was

asking about the oil well,

my guess is he's a wildcatter.

Isn't that a pretty rough

way to treat him, Cal?

Best thing to do is

get rid of him, Frank.

I know these wildcatters.

Once they smell oil and

start asking questions,

they try to figure out a

way to cut themselves in.

Myrna, you don't

suppose that Jody told him

what we were doing when

he came through town?

No, she wouldn't talk

to a stranger, Dad.

She hardly talks to us any more.

Maybe she did, but don't worry about it.

I don't think he'll be back.

All right, boys, get the drill.

(bouncy woodwind music)

(laughing)

If I'd known where you were going,

I could've told you they

don't like visitors.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

This your store?

My father's.

If I had some coal oil,

I could clean some of this stuff off.

Got any money?

This is money.

It is?

Will be, after I clean it up some.

It's not gonna help your clothes much.

I think you need some new ones.

I think you're right, you find my size?

I'm pretty dirty to come inside.

Shirt large, pants small.

Ahh, better make the

pants medium, socks large.

Sure could use a bath.

There's a public bath

upstairs, you could use that.

[Stranger] You know it

sure is a funny thing.

[Jody] What is?

Oh, you're being so

friendly and so helpful.

Look at the way they treated me.

How come you're so nice?

I'm not as interested in

that oil well as they are.

[Stranger] That's good.

Neither am I.

You're not?

Then why'd you go out there?

Came here to see the old man.

The Indian.

Joe Dakota?

Who?

[Jody] The Indian.

What'd you call him?

Joe Dakota.

You came out here to see a man,

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