:07:00
This is my day for dancing or fighting.
Which will you have?
:07:05
Darling.
:07:15
Nice work. I'll give you five dollars tomorrow.
:07:18
If Whitey lets the pay train through.
:07:20
Three times is enough. He won't hit it again.
:07:22
Oh, don't bet on it.
He's a strange man, this Whitey Harbin.
:07:25
He's got the big boss plenty worried.
Speaking of Kimball, he wants to see you.
:07:31
- How would he know where I am?
- I told him. Here.
:07:35
You read it. I'm afraid if I stop the music,
Mrs Feeney'll hit me with something.
:07:40
"Report to me at once in Junction City.
Urgent. Ben Kimball."
:07:43
- Maybe he'll give you...
- Another chance? No. That's not his way.
:07:47
- But you will see him?
- Not till they've finished their dance.
:08:04
- You old hag, I'll...
- Painted hussy!
:08:08
(Groaning)
:08:10
Let go of me! Let go!
:08:12
Let her go, I said!
:08:16
(Woman screams)
:08:23
(Groaning)
:08:26
(Stops playing)
:08:27
(Shouting)
:08:31
(Screaming)
:08:35
- Hold this.
- Right.
:08:36
And this is the tune your father used to play
to keep peace in the house?
:08:40
I must have squeezed out
a few wrong notes.
:08:42
Yeah.
:08:44
- Thanks, Tim.
- Goodbye, Mac.
:08:52
(Woman screeches)