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♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, I'’m the Old Ranger,

and Death Valley'’s
my stampin'’ ground.

Many'’s the tale of adventure
I'’m going to tell you

about
the Death Valley country.

True stories, mind you.
I can vouch for that.

Every town
has its town bum.

And this is a story
of the man

who enjoyed
that dubious distinction

in a California mining town
I'’m going to call Amargosa.

It'’s the true story of...

[ whistles ]

[ mumbles ]

I was just trying to make you
more comfortable, Mr. Solomon.

Your head was clean
off the post.

[ mumbles ]

I wish you would come
on over to my house

and sleep on the hammock.

You'’d be real
comfortable there.

[ groans ]

You'’re a good Samaritan,
Sandy, my friend.

Don'’t worry about me.
Go.

Sell your papers
while the news is still news.

Papers ain'’t out yet.

Then go enjoy
the pleasures of youth

while you can.

I wish that Solomon Ross
would go somewhere else

to sleep off his liquor.

I got a good mind to throw
a bucket of water on him

and chase him away.

Oh, he isn'’t
hurting anything.

Poor fellow.Well, he'’s certainly
no decoration.

And no credit
to the profession, either.

One of the best
newspapermen I ever saw

when he first
came out here.

Now look at him.

The evils
of over indulgence.

Say, that would make
a good subject

for your feature article.

I'’ll take care
of the feature article.

You just rustle up
enough news

to fill the rest
of the paper.

I'’m on my way now,
Chief, to meet the stage.

Maybe there'’ll be
some interesting arrivals.

For a change.

BOTH:
Could I help you, miss?

Thank you.

I'’m looking
for Mr. Solomon Ross.

My brother.

I came out
from the East to visit him.

A surprise.

Don'’t tell me
he'’s moved away.

Oh-Oh, he'’s still here.

But he'’s out--
out of town right now.

Yeah, but on business.

But he'’ll be back
before dark.

Oh. If you could
direct me to a hotel?

BOTH:
My pleasure.

They said Solomon
was out of town.

Yeah.

Something tells me
news is in the making.

[ clears throat ]
It is indeed a pleasure

to welcome the sister of

our Mr. Ross.

It'’s a pleasure
to be here.

I hope you'’ll drop in
at the Bon Ton haberdashery

while you'’re here.
I am the owner.

And the Silver Dollar
restaurant.

I'’m the owner.Thank you.

This way, please.

Well, where
do we go from here?

You boys certainly
have talked yourself

into a fine spot.

But we couldn'’t tell
her the truth, Margie.

That her brother is a bum.

Boy, oh, boy, she'’s certainly
the best-looking girl

to ever set foot
in Amargosa.

MARGIE:
And she'’ll shake
the dust of Amargosa

from those feet when she
lays eyes on our Mr. Ross.

MR. HARDY:
Then she mustn'’t.

Until we'’ve gone
to work on him.

Huh?

"Many friends
of Mr. Solomon Ross

"are happy to welcome
his sister, Miss Anne Ross

of Wilkes-Barre,
Pennsylvania."

Well, this is ridiculous.
Preposterous.

Trying to pass him off
as a pillar of society.

All right,
then don'’t print it.

You'’re the only person

in town who won'’t
play the game.

Henry, you really
are a stinker.

All right. I'’ll print it.

With some slight
editorial additions.

All right,
me sleeping beauty, come on.

Time to sober up.Oh, let go of me, let go.

All right,
now upsy-daisy, now.

Upsy-Daisy. Come on now.

Put it around there.[ slurring ]
Is somebody buying?

That'’s all right.
You'’re all right.

[ gasps ]

What'’s the idea?

We'’re sobering you up
for your sister.

My sister?

MAN:
Your sister, Anne.

Anne?She'’s here in Amargosa.

Here?

What?

[ sighs ]

Give him the works, Leo.
It'’s on me.

Well, I appreciate
the trouble and expense

you fellows are going to,
but I can'’t figure out

why you should bother.

But a girl as pretty
as your sister?

[ chuckles ]
It'’s a pleasure.

So that'’s it?

Come on. She'’s waiting
for you down at the hotel.

Look, I'’m as nervous
as a bride groom.

How about a short one?
Just enough to steady me.

Oh, nary a drop as long
as your sister'’s around.

Come on.

I guess it'’s been
at least six years

since I'’ve seen Sol.

And he hasn'’t been
very good at letter writing.

But I suppose
he'’s been too busy.

Yes, he'’s been very busy.

SANDY:
Here'’s your papers,
Mr. Hardy.

Hot off the press.Thanks, Sandy.

Paper, miss?
Something about you in it

on the front page.

Oh. I can see where
you'’re going to be

a newspaperman
when you grow up.

No, ma'’am. Mining engineer.

I got a big
mineral collection.

Oh.Oh, allow me.

Thank you.Thanks.

I'’ll see ya.

It isn'’t very often
that I make the front page.

"The many friends
of Mr. Solomon Ross,

"our local Horace Greeley

"and prominent man
about town,

"are happy
to welcome his sister,

"Miss Anne Ross
of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania,

who arrived today
to pay him
a surprise visit."

Oh, Sol.

Anne.

Shades of Beau Brummell.

It'’s so wonderful
to see you again.

Well, I-I'’m sorry I was out
of town when you arrived.

Oh. You'’re thin,
thin and warm.

You'’ve been working
too hard on the paper.

Paper?

The Amargosa Record.

You don'’t need to pretend.

It'’s right here
on the front page.

"Our local Horace Greeley."

Horace Greeley

was a newspaper editor,
wasn'’t he?

Oh, yes, yes.
He-He was one
of the greatest.

Just as you'’ll be someday.

How long do you plan
to stay out here, Anne?

Everybody'’s been
so lovely to me.

Maybe for quite some time.

Oh.

It serves you right, Henry,

for embellishing
that notice in the paper.

You said he was
the local Horace Greeley,
not me.

All right.

You want to pose as editor?
Be the editor.

Get the next issue out
on your own.

I'’ll have no part in it.

Fall flat on your face
and then explain that

to your precious sister.

I'’m going to tear down
the old hotel

and put up a new one
in brick and stone.

It'’ll be the finest building
in this part of the country.

You'’re not listening.

Oh. I was thinking
about poor Solomon.

Well, what about him?

[ sighs ]
Grubbing away in the office

getting out the paper

while I'’m having
such a lovely time.

Are you? [ Sandy whistles ]

There'’s somebody coming.

Hi, Mr. Hardy.
Hello, ma'’am.

Hello.How'’s prospecting, Sandy?

Just fine. I got some
swell new samples

of copper and silver.
Well, I'’ll see ya.

Goodbye.Bye.

[ whistles ]

He shouldn'’t be alone
in these hills.

I-It'’ll be
dark pretty soon.

Oh, there are no Injuns
around here.

And no bad men.
I promise you.

OLD RANGER:
It has been a long time

since Sol Ross has done
any newspaper work.

Or any kind of work
for that matter.

And to find himself
behind a desk again

faced with the necessity
of getting out a paper,

even a small one like
The Amargosa Record,

is proving tougher
than he had figured.

For hours
he'’s been struggling

to write an editorial,
but the thought

just won'’t come.

And the only thing
he can think of

has nothing to do
with the job at hand.

At last, he couldn'’t
stand it no longer.

But I'’ve been on the wagon
for over 24 hours now, Patty.

I'’m going crazy.

I'’m sorry.But I gotta get that
paper out tonight

and I can'’t unless--

One drink, Patty.
Just one little drink.

Not a chance.

But it'’s nobody's business
but my own.

'’Tis everybody's business.

The leading citizens
of this town

have all got
a stake in you, Sol Ross.

And I'’m not going to see them
lose on their investment.

Now, go on back to that
office and get to work.

And don'’t go running around

to any
of the other bars neither.

I'’ve given them all orders
not to serve you.

But--No.

Hello.

So they sent you over here
to ride herd on me, huh?

Why, I don'’t know what
you'’re talking about.

I just came in to type up
my social column.

At this hour?
It'’s almost midnight.

Well, that'’s
the newspaper life for you.

How are things going?

[ scoffs ]
Slow.

I'’m a little rusty.

It was slower than slow
and far from being sure.

But Sol just couldn'’t tell
Margie he was late.

Take a breather.
I could use one, too.

What'’s the matter?
Ink on my face?

No. I was just thinking.

As long as I'’ve been
around this town,

this is the first time
I'’ve ever really seen you.

Well, let'’s hope
it won'’t be the last time.

Well, back to work.

And back to work
Sol went.

With Margie'’s words,

let'’s hope it won't
be the last time

spurring him on.

Well, I guess
that does it.

Just finished my set.
Here'’s your social column.

You spent all your time
just-just writing this?

[ sighs ]
Well, I'’m kind of slow, too.

"Now'’s the time
for all good men

to come to the aid
of their country."

"Now'’s the time
for all good men

to come to the aid
of their country."

"Now'’s the time

for all good men to come
to the aid of their country."

[ chuckles ]
Now, what'’s the idea

of reading a girl'’s
private correspondence?

Thanks, Margie.
Thanks a lot.

BOTH:
Recordpaper.

Recordnewspaper.

Amargosanewspaper.

[ kids, repeating ] Paper! By golly,
Sol did all right.

All right?
He did dern good.

Yeah.
Hey, Henry?

Did you see the issue
Sol put out?

Not yet.
Pretty bad, huh?

You should be that bad.
This is big city stuff.

Yeah, you oughta
read it yourself

and learn something.

But you have to admit,
Henry, it was a good issue.

You don'’t have
to rub it in.

That'’s all I've been
hearing all around town.

Well, in next week'’s issue,
I thought I--

You'’re not getting out
any more issues.

You'’re through.

Through?No, Henry!

Yes, King Solomon
is abdicating.

Not yet.

Let me stay on--Right now, this minute.

But my sister'’s coming
to the office--

Your sister'’s not going
to find you here.

Henry, have a heart.Are you going to get
out of here

or have I got to throw
you out?

Leave him alone.You stay out of this.

Now, that'’s no way
to push her.[ groans ]

[ grunts ]

[ groans ]

[ grunting ]

[ grunting continues ]

Now get out of here.

Sol.

Sol, where are you going?Where do you think?

Sol!

[ whispering ]

Have you looked everywhere?

Now, don'’t worry, Anne.
He'’ll turn up.

But he'’s been gone
almost 36 hours.

He could'’ve been called out
of town unexpectedly.

His things are still
in his room.

Maybe he'’s
writing somewhere

and he doesn'’t want
to be disturbed.

Sure, sure.
You know how writers are.

That wouldn'’t be like Sol.
No, something'’s wrong.

And if you won'’t go
to the sheriff, I will.

But Miss Ro--

Solomon!

Oh, I knew

something had happened.

You'’re hurt.
You'’ve had an accident.

Sol, you'’re intoxicated.Oh, no, I'’m not.

I'’m drunk.
Roaring, stinking drunk.

How could you?

Because I'’m Sol Ross.
The town bum.

Don'’t say that.
That'’s not true!

Yes, it is.
Ask them.

They'’re the ones
that picked me

out of the gutter.
Old Charlie here.

He dressed me.

And Dutch here,
he-he fed me.

And Stu,
he got me my room.

What did you do?

Oh, yes,
he gave me my haircut.

Big joke while it lasted.
Almost fooled myself.

So, it was all a trick?

A game
everybody was playing.

Except me.

You oughta be
ashamed of yourselves.

Of all of the contemptible...

I'’ll never forgive you
as long as I live.

And you either, Sol.

[ crying ]

Two news items for you.

Miss Anne Ross, who'’s been
visiting Amargosa,

leaves for home today.

On the noon stage.Oh?

And the other?

Miss Margie McMahon
resigns her post

in The Amargosa Record.Margie!

I don'’t like working
for a heel, Henry.

Well, just because I--

Because you knocked
the props

right out from a fellow
who was trying

to make a comeback.

And he would have.

Whoa. Did you hear
about young Sandy Beard?

Why, no.A mine shaft
caved in on him.

Oh, no.Yep, the old
Eagle Nest Mine.

A couple of prospectors
just happened

to see him as he went in.

I'’m rounding up
volunteers and equipment

to try and rescue him.

Sol? Sol, wake up!

Sol, please.
Sol, Sandy'’s been hurt.

[ mumbling ]
Sandy'’s been hurt.

Yes, Sol.
He needs help.

Help. Help?

Who?Sandy.

Sandy needs help.Yes, Sol.

Help. Sandy needs help.

Is he still alive?

I don'’t know but he won't
last long without air.

How far down is he?

Thirty to forty feet
in the gallery

off the main shaft.

Well, what are you
digging here for?

Why don'’t you clean
the shaft out?

It'’s all choked up.

And the shoring is so rotten,

we'’re liable to cave
the whole thing in

if we fool with it.

What are you going to do?

I think there'’s enough

of an opening
I can get through.

I'’m going down
for a look.

No, Sol, you heard
what that man said.

The whole thing
is liable to cave in.

If it does,
nobody will miss me

but a few bartenders.

And me.

If I get out of this,

I'’ll ask you
to repeat that.

Hey, Nate!
Help me with this rope.

All right. Slack off.

Sandy?

Sandy, it'’s Sol.
Can you hear me?

Margie?

Take this story.

Gallery box cellar
with bomb debris.

Fate of boy
is still unknown.

I'’m attempting
to get air to him.

All right, lower down
that air hose.

And a short-handed shovel.

Coming down.

All right, I got them.

Start pumping.

[ air hissing ]

[ coughs ]

What'’s going on?
Did they find him yet?

When did it happen?
How far down is he?

Who are they
pumping air to?

Here are the facts so far.

Sol'’s down there
giving me the story.

Sol? Down there?Yes, Sol.

Well, you'’ve always wanted
to give out an extra.

You'’ll never have
a better reason.

Yeah. Yeah, and I'’ll get
all the bulletins, too.

And Henry?

Make sure Sol
gets the credit.

[ air hissing ]

Well, I thought you
left on the noon stage.

I heard Sol was down there.

I-Is there anything
I can do?

Yes. Pray.

Night found
the rescue work

continuing
at a feverish pace.

With eager
volunteers ready

to step in and carry on
as a man became exhausted.

And through it all,

Margie stayed at her post
by the old mine shaft,

keeping contact with Sol
in the tunnel below.

Thanks.Anything new?

Nothing yet.

[ air hissing ]

Margie?
Can you hear me?

Yes, Sol, go ahead.

I tunneled through
about six feet.

But there'’s no change
in what'’s ahead.

I still haven'’t gotten
any answer from Sandy.

Got any more?This is the latest.

Thanks.
Talk about excitement.

The Associated Press
picked up the story.

Papers all over the country
are printing it.

The telegraph wires
are humming.

This will really put
Amargosa on the map.

And The Recordtoo.
Nice reporting job.

By the time daylight came,

there wasn'’t much hope
of finding Sandy alive.

But the rescue work
went on without slacking.

Margie? Margie?

Yes, Sol?

I just broke through dirt.

I struck a pile
of caved-in timber.

Sandy? Sandy, it'’s Sol.
Can you hear me?

Sandy?

Sandy? Sandy, it'’s Sol.
Can you hear me?

SANDY:
Sol.

Margie, he'’s alive!

[ gasps ]
Thank God.

He'’s behind some timber
where I can'’t see him

or get to him,
but he answered me.

Then he'’s alive.[ sighs ]

He'’s alive!
Sandy'’s alive!

Sandy'’s alive.
Sandy'’s alive.[ crowd cheering ]

Sandy--Sandy, are you hurt?

SANDY:
I-I-I can hardly breathe.

I'’m shoving
the air hose through.

Everything will
be all right.

He'’s all tuckered out.
But he'’ll be all right.

[ crowd clamoring ]

A little food
and rest, Sandy,

you'’ll be out
prospecting again.

From now on, I'’m sticking
to the newspaper business.

Good boy.And Sol?

Thanks.Ah.

Hold it.

[ camera clicks ]

This picture will appear
on the front page

of every paper
in the country.

And Sol?

For the number of inquiries
that have come in about you,

it wouldn'’t surprise me
if you landed

behind the editor'’s desk
at one of them.

Good luck.

Oh, Sol. Oh.

PATTY:
By golly, that calls
for drinks for everybody.

On me!

[ crowd cheering ]

Solomon in all his glory.

And that'’s the story

of the town bum
who became a hero.

But more than that,
became a man again.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]