Sam Whiskey
- M
- Year:
- 1969
- 96 min
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He was an orphan child
born in a snowstorm
crossin' the Great Plains.
in the back of Joe Callahan's saloon.
First sounds he heard
were the rattlin' of dice
and somebody throwin' chips
on a poker table.
Seemed to influence the boy.
Well, Sam grew up, went to school
made a number of tried and true friends
learned how to smoke, play five-card-stud,
and tell tall stories,
fight and cuss.
That Sam also got in the habit
of takin' chances.
And, what's more,
he started gain' with the girls.
Before much longer, Sam started shavin'.
Heard he could make some money
workin' beef on the western plains,
so he headed out
and got himself a job punchin' cattle.
Got punched himself.
When he wasn't ridin' herd,
he broke wild horses.
Met a lady in Abilene
with pink pantaloons.
Learned all about the big, wide world.
heard about Sam
and offered to go in partners with him.
Said him and them combined
could lick the whole confederate army.
Sam took up the offer.
Did a little spying, scoutin' around.
Once damn near
liked to got his head blowed off.
General Sherman said, War is hell.
"Worse than that," Sam said,
"the pay's bad."
After the war,
Sam tried his hand at business.
Failed.
Rode shotgun on a stagecoach,
traded mules,
did some work for the rail road.
One time or another, he had a little money,
but always managed to lose it.
Well, Sam grew a little older,
though not much wiser.
Besides women,
his taste ran to good music
and strong cigars.
Oh, incidentally,
Sam never got over the habit
of takin' chances.
So long, fella.
Awakee napa, Goholo.
I know it ain't none of my business, mister,
but was that your horse?
It used to be.
Well, what the hell happened?
I lost him in a card game.
And you paid up to a Yaqui?
That's right.
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
- You got any rye?
- You betcha.
Are you buyin' for two?
Ma'am, I'm gonna save you and me
What do you mean by that?
All I'm in the market for is a hot bath.
That sounds wonderful.
- You got a tub?
- Back room. Two bits.
Jed, you shoe my horse?
- This afternoon, Pete.
- Thanks.
- Hi, Agnes.
- Hi.
- Clem, my bath ready yet?
- You betcha.
Thank you.
Here's for the rye, and here's for the tub.
You'll have to wait your turn, mister.
Blacksmith put in his bid this morning.
I don't have time for him to be first.
I gotta meet the stage.
I got an important meeting with a lady.
You'll have to settle that with him, mister.
Howdy.
Howdy.
I... I'll give you a dollar,
and I'll take the bath first, huh?
Nope.
- You're a blacksmith, huh?
- Yep.
My name's Sam Whiskey.
My name's Jedidiah Hooker.
Those cavalry britches you got on?
Yep.
Well, I'll give you $2.00,
and I'll take the bath first.
Nope.
How much?
Mister, could you please
take your hand out of my bath water?
I bet if I was to shove your head
in that tub, you'd change your mind.
Which of your two legs
you want broke first?
What... What the...
I'll tell you what, mister.
Marguerite'll get some water
and swab you down
by the corral personally.
Then you can be all washed up with...
A man sure has a hard time
gettin' a bath in this town.
If you hit me with that spittoon,
I'm not gonna like it.
Hold it!
Pardon me.
Let's everybody calm down
before somebody gets hurt.
That's for the damages,
and, Marshal,
that's for disturbing the peace.
I'll just take my bath someplace else.
Good idea.
Thanks.
If you still want that bath,
there's a horse trough down at my place.
You're welcome to use it.
Whiskey and gin
Whiskey and gin
Mary McCarty loves whiskey and...
You know, you're a
pretty fair fighter for a blacksmith.
But you need to work on your timing.
- I'll try and remember that.
- I'll give you a little piece of advice.
During a fight, try to keep calm.
Never lose your temper.
I'll keep that in mind.
One more thing,
never lead with your right hand.
You know what I mean?
Keep your right hand back here like this.
Lead with your left.
Yeah, I get the idea.
Good.
You probably didn't realize it,
but I'm one of the most feared
fighting men in this part of the country.
I didn't know that.
I guess I'm lucky to come out alive.
- How do?
- Howdy.
Mrs. Laura Breckenridge.
She is in number seven. Upstairs.
Thank you.
Hi. Mrs. Laura Breckenridge?
- You're...
- Whiskey.
Sam Whiskey.
Something wrong?
Please come in.
You are the lady
that tipped me the telegraph
about if I did something for you,
you'd give me $5,000?
Please forgive me. Priscilla just died.
- Priscilla?
- My bird.
That's a shame.
Would you bury her?
Lady, I didn't come 400 miles
to bury your bird.
Of course not.
Have you ever heard
of the Pinkerton Detective Agency?
Yeah, sort of.
I shot Ben Pinkerton in the leg one time.
Yeah. He was runnin'
a spy service for the Union army.
- It was an accident.
- It must've been.
His agency highly recommended you.
That's good.
Mr. Whiskey...
Mr. Whiskey.
There's a quarter of a million dollars
in gold bars
sunk on the bottom of the Platte River
You got yourself
a very enterprising husband.
Had. He's dead.
Oh, sorry.
He took it from the United States Mint
in Denver, Colorado,
and I want you to put it back in the mint.
You want me to put it back in the mint?
That's right.
Lady, there's two things
I don't mess around with,
one is an Apache squaw,
and the other
is the United States government.
Mr. Whiskey, there is a senator,
a former governor,
and two generals in our family.
We have one
of the oldest names in Oklahoma.
Well, that's wonderful.
Why don't you tell them to bury your dead
bird and I'll just go on about my business.
Because, Mr. Whiskey,
if that gold isn't returned,
I'm the one who will have to go to jail.
And I'd rather die first.
You should've thought about that
before you got yourself involved.
I should have, but I didn't.
If I was the President, lady,
and both halls of Congress,
I'd only give you six months.
But if I don't keep myself out of jail,
nobody else will.
Haven't you ever found yourself involved
in things where there was no way out?
You didn't want it,
and you didn't approve of it, but...
...there was just nothing else you could do.
Yeah. But this ain't one of them times.
Can I ask you just one favor?
Let me tell you how it happened
before you say no.
All right. But you're wasting your time.
I married Phillips Breckenridge when
he was a promising young congressman.
He seemed honest and principled,
courageous, clever.
My mother didn't like him.
She warned me,
but I wanted to live in Washington,
see all the excitement of the Capitol.
Phillips was very ambitious.
When the opportunity presented itself
he grabbed it.
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