The Ballad of Little Jo Page #3

COME ON IN, GENTS.

BRING YOUR:

BOOTS AND BRITCHES.

HERE YOU GO,

MY PRETTY.

THAT'S A LLAMA,

FROM PERU.

[WHOOPING AND HOLLERING]

OH, BOY!

MARY, GO GET ME

A COUPLE OF RABBITS

AND A SACK:

OF BEANS, OK?

OK, EVERYBODY,

NOW, THAT'S ENOUGH.

NOW GET THAT HORSE

OUT OF MY SALOON.

GET HIM OUT!

HEY, JO.

HOW ABOUT A DRINK?

NO, THANKS, MR. BADGER.

HEY...

TONIGHT'S THE NIGH YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

I DON'T THINK SO.

THIS IS A RARE:

OPPORTUNITY, YOUNG MAN.

I'M SURE

YOU'RE RIGHT, SIR.

LITTLE JO, I THINK

YOU SHOULD RECONSIDER.

A MAN CAN GET DISEASES

HE DON'T DO IT REGULAR.

JACK WILKINS,

WHAT THE HELL:

ARE YOU DOING HERE?

SAME THING AS YOU,

FRANK.

BY GOD, IF YOU

LEFT MY SHEEP...

I LEFT THE DOG.

THEY'LL BE FINE

FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.

YOU'RE

A SON OF A B*TCH!

I HAD ENOUGH.

DRIVE A MAN CRAZY

OUT THERE ALL ALONE.

SH*T!

MR. BILLY,

LOOK AT THIS.

THE WHOLE THING.

THE WHOLE THING, BU I GET NUMBER ONE.

ALL RIGHT, WHAT'S THE NAME,

THERE, WHAT'S THE NAME?

BIG NIGHT TONIGHT,

EH, JO?

MMM.

HEY, OVER HERE!

BADGER!

BADGER! BADGER!

B-A-D-G-E-R!

GODDAMN IT!

ALL RIGHT,

WHO'S NEXT HERE?

HEY, LITTLE JO,

I GOT SOMETHING:

I WANT TO SHOW YOU.

JO. YOU GOING?

ALL RIGHT, BOYS!

ALL RIGHT,

BOYS!

EVERYBODY SETTLE

DOWN, NOW!

ALL RIGHT!

NUMBER ONE:

IS BIG AL,

THE GOLD NUGGE MAN!

YAY! YAY!

HOORAY!

LET ME THROUGH,

BOYS!

SEE YOU LATER!

I GOT NUMBER 10!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

OH!

WHOO-HOO!

EEE-WHOO-HOO!

FRANK BADGER!

DEAR HELEN,

ARE YOU HOLDING MY LADDIE

CLOSE IN YOUR ARMS?

I THINK OF HIM:

CONSTANTLY.

I MISS YOU BOTH FIERCELY.

I'VE MADE IT OUT WES

AND DECIDED TO SETTLE

FOR A WHILE IN RUBY CITY.

IT IS REALLY FAR

FROM BEING A CITY.

TRULY, IT IS

A MINING CAMP:

WHICH MAY SOMEDAY

BECOME A TOWN.

BAD CHAD!

CHESTER ALBERT!

WOODRIDGE!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

JO? JO? YOU

BETTER COME QUICK!

PERCY'S GONE CRAZY!

PERCY?

HURRY!

HE'S IN THERE.

HA HA HA HA HA!

HA HA HA HA HA!

AAH!

GOD, YOU'RE A WHORE!

GET OUT!

[GARBLED SHOUTING]

PERCY!

JO?

[CRYING]

[CRYING]

AW, TO HELL

WITH THIS CHOLA!

AAH!

GIVE ME THE GUN,

PERCY.

OHHH...

SHE WOULDN'T PUT I IN HER MOUTH.

LET'S GO HOME.

I DIDN'T GE MY TURN YET.

ANOTHER TIME, PERCY.

AAH!

[SOBBING]

YEAH, YOU--

YOU NEED A GOOD:

SHACKING, TOO, JO.

EVERYBODY THINKS

SOMETHING'S WRONG

WITH YOU.

YOU ROTTEN:

SON OF A B*TCH!

GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

GE THAT BLOODY ASSASSIN

OUT OF HERE NOW!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[COUGH COUGH]

MR. BADGER?

WHAT?

HAVE YOU HIRED:

ANOTHER SHEEPHERDER YET?

NOW, WHEN WOULD

I HAVE DONE THAT?

JOBS SEEM TO BE:

PRETTY SCARCE.

I FIGURED SOMEONE

WOULD'VE JUMPED AT IT.

NO ONE JUMPS:

AT SPENDING A WINTER

IN A LINE CAMP.

WHAT'S THAT, SIR?

OH, THAT'S WHERE

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