Station West

Synopsis: Dick Powell stars as Haven, a government private investigator assigned to investigate the murders of two cavalrymen. Travelling incognito, Haven arrives in a small frontier outpost, where saloon singer Charlie controls all illegal activities. After making short work of Charlie's burly henchman, Haven gets a job at her gambling emporium, biding his time and gathering evidence against the gorgeous crime chieftain Cast as a philosophical bartender, Burl Ives is afforded at least one opportunity to sing.
Director(s): Sidney Lanfield
Production: RKO Pictures
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.7
APPROVED
Year:
1948
87 min
59 Views


1

It's hard to grow old

in the dust of the prairie

And a man can't grow old

where there's women and gold.

The story is told

in the dust of the prairie

That a man can't grow old

where there's women and gold.

There's a stranger in town

where a stranger ain't welcome.

He should take some advice

and turn right around.

The stranger should flee.

Go back where he came from.

And live a long life

away from this town.

And live a long life

away from this town.

Evening, stranger.

You must know everybody in town.

Everybody but one. Don't know you.

You do now.

Got a vacant room?

- By day, week or month?

- I do not know.

Because the way you look at it,

a man can't be too sure in this town.

I've been here six years

and I ain't dead yet.

I'll settle for a week.

Eight dollars cash in advance.

- From Kansas, eh?

- No.

Always put on where I'm going

next so I won't forget.

Room 10 at the end of the hall.

Make your own bed.

Furnish your own towel.

Your grip's where you dropped it.

Thanks for the key.

Seven loses.

All right. Get your bets down, boys.

Get your bets down!

Number seven, the winner.

Get your money down, boys.

The man's getting lucky.

Eleven. The man wins.

Get your bets down.

All right, boys. Cover your bets now.

Eight's your point.

Number eight's your point.

He's my man.

We can take a come bet on that.

Eight the hard way.

No thanks. Here you go, dealer.

Next shoot.

Sometime remind me to tell you

how much you mean to me.

Sometime remind me to tell you

how happy we could be.

Sometime remind me to whisper

each dream, each plan, each promise.

But why wait around for sometime?

Why don't you tell me now?

A whiskey,

like you pour it for yourself.

Don't you know it's no fun

to drink alone?

Not till after the first one.

You a stranger here?

What kind of whiskey was that?

On the bottle, it says rye.

The way you take it, I don't

see what difference it makes.

I'll have another rye.

You haven't answered my question.

I am a stranger everywhere.

Got a job?

Listen, fella. I know that one too.

"Got a job, stranger?"

Not? Why don't you join the army.

Three meals a day and a place to sleep.

"A nice warm uniform..."

It's a little more than that.

Yeah, there's one thing more

that I could never take.

It's got second lieutenants.

You want to make this a

personal matter, all right?

I don't make it anything, soldier.

You tried to sell me something.

I didn't buy it.

Why don't you beat it?

If I weren't wearing uniform,

I might teach you a few manners.

If you could teach me anything,

you wouldn't be in a uniform.

You couldn't be looking

for trouble, could you?

- I could, but I'm not.

- That's fine.

Because this is one of the best places

west of the Atlantic Ocean to find them.

That was my first impression.

That lieutenant is a nice young boy.

I don't doubt it.

But his mouth is too big.

Like your ears.

The view is much

better at this table.

And you must like to pick fights.

Only with second lieutenants.

We like second lieutenants here.

You see here everybody

fights except the army.

I wouldn't know.

So anyone who doesn't like the army...

I know what you mean.

But I'm afraid I'll have to come back.

You see I...

I like the way you sing.

Captain Iles, commander of the post.

Mr. Haven, sir.

Lieutenant, I see you finally got here.

I seem to finally get everywhere.

Mrs. Caslon, Mr. Haven.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

You met Mr. Stellman.

It came off beautifully, sir.

He picks a good fight.

Matter of fact.

I think I am still a little sore at him.

- Sit down, Mr. Haven.

- Thank you, Captain.

So you're operating under sealed orders.

All this mumbo-jumbo is characteristic

of the Military Information Department.

We try to use it as sparingly

as possible.

I've been in this territory

for a number of years.

I think you'll find it a little rougher

here than the suburbs of Washington DC.

Very sensibly.

Then why is M.I.D. sending you here?

Because two soldiers have been murdered.

Those two soldiers were killed

while escorting one of the gold stakes.

Is escorting gold

one of the functions of your command?

Young man, the functions

of my command look very pretty on paper.

But they are not very practical

in a territory like this.

What's happening to the gold?

I permitted it to be stored

on a warehouse on the post.

Captain, you're in a bad way.

Wells Fargo won't convoy gold.

You tried and failed. Two men are dead.

Gold's piling up at your post.

You can't move it.

The post is undermanned.

You want the quartermaster's

plague to replace 7 uniforms.

Sent to the freight

office in West Rim City.

The freight building burned

down with the uniforms.

I'm not operating a fire department.

And if I were,

West Rim City is 60 miles away.

- That doesn't concern me either.

- Well what does?

The killing of two soldiers.

They were my men, Haven.

I'm trying every way I know

to find out who murdered them.

- So will I.

- It may be harder than you think.

I don't know how you operate.

But this is a dangerous job

that can get you killed.

You make it sound very

difficult, Captain.

Why don't you just wrap up your flag

and take it back east with you?

- Look here, Lieutenant.

- Yes?

How will I know what you're doing?

I'll let you know from time to time.

That's very obliging of you.

One thing. I don't want

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes

Frank Fenton

All Frank Fenton scripts | Frank Fenton Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:

0 Comments

    Translation

    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Station West" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 18 Jun 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/station_west_18833>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    Station West

    Browse Scripts.com

    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.