My Little Chickadee

Whoa! Ho! Whoa!

Drop those guns.

Everybody get out.

Do not try anything, and nobody will get hurt.

He said to come out, Miss Flower Belle.

- Well, I got nothing he wants. - I will be the judge of that.

Come out, or I will have to kill all these nice people.

Don't mind being held up, but I don't like the inconvenience.

The Masked Bandit.

He's just another man to me.

Bring down the gold box.

Come on, take what you want and let's get out of here.

I will do that, my pretty one.

Put the gold in my saddlebags.

He kidnapped her.

Pile in, everybody. We've got to get to Little Bend and form a posse.

He just swept Flower Belle on his horse and away they went.

He got away with the gold shipment, too.

He did?

- There's Flower Belle's aunt and uncle. - Let them through.

- Mr. Powell, I got bad news for you. - What's that?

Your niece has been kidnapped by the Masked Bandit.

Flower Belle kidnapped?

Yes, and I'm forming a posse right now to hunt for him.

Come on, let's go!

It's going to be all right, honey.

She's back. Flower Belle's coming. All by herself, too!

You sure, Zeb? Sure. Come on.

Come on, boys.

Here she is.

I'm all right, I'm fine.

I'm so happy to see you. I was so worried.

I was in a tight spot, but I managed to wiggle out of it.

You always do. Come on in the house, baby.

Flower Belle's back and I guess that's all there is to it.

Go home and rest easy.

Did he want to hold you for ransom? How'd you escape?

Don't go asking her a lot of questions tonight.

Flower Belle must be plumb tuckered out after an experience like that.

If you don't mind, I think I'll go up to my room.

Just one question, Flower Belle.

How did you manage to get back to town all by yourself?

Them hills is a long ways off.

He brought me to the edge of town, after it got good and dark.

Where'd he keep you all that time?

I see you got my things off the stagecoach.

Come up, Aunt Lou. I want to show you the pictures I had took at Big Bluff.

Bring up the baggage, Zeb. Sure thing.

Good night, and thanks for looking for me.

These are right pretty pictures of you, Flower Belle.

I like them. They look just like me.

Gold. Did the bandit give it to you?

Yeah, I figured it's only fair for the inconvenience I went through.

It's you.

I didn't expect you so soon.

I had to come.

I could not stay away.

The whole town's been looking for you. Anyone see you?

No, my pretty one.

The Masked Bandit move like the shadow of the night.

That is beautiful.

When am I going to see your face? You must be patient with me.

When am I going to see what I'm kissing? Some day you will see.

I will take off this mask and never put it on again.

I recognised his horse...

and then I saw their shadow on her window.

There they were, locked in each other's arms.

She and that bandit. And then he came out, mask and all, and rode away.

- lf you ask me, she's shielding him. - Well, nobody's asking you so close your gopher trap.

you old snapping turtle!

Silence. Young man, sit down and be quiet.

Are we to conclude that you deliberately refuse to tell us the true facts in this case?

I said all I'm gonna say, and that's nothing.

It's the opinion of this court, and the good, law-abiding citizens...

that you constitute a menace to this community...

and we hereby order you to leave town.

And not to return till you can prove that you're respectable and married.

All right, if that's how you feel, the feeling is mutual.

I wash my hands of you, too.

Young lady, are you trying to show contempt for this court?

No, I'm doing my best to hide it.

We've already sent word by pony express to Greasewood City that Flower Belle is on her way.

The Ladies Vigilante Committee will cooperate with you there.

Goodbye, honey. Take care of yourself and be a good girl.

I'll be as good as I can, Uncle John.

- I've put your baggage on the train. - All right.

All aboard!

How come you're going my way, Mr. Budge? No luck in Little Bend?

As a matter of fact, I did quite well up to a certain point.

I was unusually lucky at faro, I cleaned the house at blackjack...

and I was just beginning to fix up a nice thing at draw poker...

when someone asked to examine the deck.

Lucky you got away with your head.

Who's the human buzz saw?

I understand he's going to Greasewood City to be sheriff.

Yes, it seems they have to import them. Nobody in town wants the job.

Sounds like the place might be interesting.

Ugh. Ugh?

What're you doing down there?

How do you do, sir?

Have you any private cars on this train?

A room and bath with exclusive bar?

No, only day coaches.

Drat. Allow me a half a tick...

to gather my portmanteau and some valuable belongings.

Milton, my lad, meet me in Greasewood City.

Ugh.

Oh, dear. Did you break your umbrella?

You can't break it. It's a genuine Chamberlain.

Straighten them out very easily.

Yeah, that's better.

May I present my card?

"Money loaned on clothing, furs, fur..."

- Just a moment. How did that get in there? - Thank you.

Was that chap dragging you across the prairie a full-blooded Indian?

Quite the antithesis. He's very anaemic.

What a pretty ring. Is it a cat's-eye?

Yes, it is a cat's-eye.

The pupil runs the wrong way. It's crossed.

Crossed with a bobcat.

Who is that vision of loveliness up there?

Pardon me, I'll be back. Keep the card.

Pardon me.

- Nice day. - Is it?

Of course, it's only one man's opinion.

May I present my card?

"Novelties & Notions." What kind of notions you got?

You'd be surprised. Some are old. Some are new.

Whom have I the honour of addressing, m'lady?

They call me Flower Belle. Flower Belle. What a euphonious appellation.

Easy on the ears and a banquet for the eyes.

You're kind of cute yourself.

- Thank you. I never argue with a lady. - Smart boy.

Thank you again. Do you ever play cards?

Don't mind if I do.

I'll show you a few card tricks. We'll play the first one at two for nothing.

Then if you wish to make a wager, that's okay.

Indians!

You boys get away from here. Private car.

That's murder.

They can't get away with this.

They can't intimidate me.

Get them right in the canteen.

Here, take them. Reload.

Flower Belle, take my gun.

This is better than a shooting gallery.

Fight going on in the other car. Indians are attacking.

Here, that thing's no good. Give me my slingshot.

Take this. Go in there and fight like men. Come on, boys.

Come on, get in there. What're you doing?

Here, get in there and fight like men.

- Look out. Get out of my way. - What're you trying to do?

Out of my way, mademoiselle. This is a man-sized job.

Backfired on me.

Must've got one of them.

Here. Flower Belle.

What are you doing with my hat on? Here.

There he goes in a shower of feathers.

Nice shooting.

I almost broke one of my fingernails.

That was swell shooting, Miss Lee.

Ah, a cadaver.

The curse of strong drink.

The Sheriff is dead. Long live the Sheriff.

I hope that wasn't whiskey you were drinking.

No, dear, just a little sheep dip.

Panacea for all stomach ailments.

Godfrey Daniel.

Tell me, prairie flower...

can you give me the inside info...

on yon damsel with a hot house cognomen.

- You mean Miss Flower Belle Lee? - I don't mean some woman out in China.

Well, I'm afraid I can't say anything good about her.

I can see what's good. Tell me the rest.

On account of her carryings-on in Little Bend, she was asked to leave town...

and she will not be permitted to return until she is respectable and married.

Furthermore, I don't think she'll be received in Greasewood City.

In fact, I don't think she'll be permitted to step off the train.

I hope she don't get too violent. I haven't strength enough to knock her down.

Well, goodbye. The days of chivalry are not over.

Baby doll...

these weed benders have been running off at the mouth to your detriment.

I ain't surprised. Bad news travels fast.

I understand you need a cicerone, a guide.

I need more than that, honey.

What symmetrical digits.

Soft as the fuzz on a baby's arm.

But quick on the trigger.

Yes. May I?

Help yourself.

Would you object if I avail myself of a second helping?

Don't you think you're a little forward on such short acquaintance?

You're compromising me.

May I present you with a little amulet...

that I received from Aga Khan...

when I was in the Himalayas?

It's just a little thing.

The Aga and I were very good friends.

What a pretty sentiment.

A lonesome heart. That's what I am.