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I can make do with worn-out harness,
but you spent $1.50 extra just for some cloth and thread.
The storekeeper saved it especially for me.
Oh, yeah, sure, he's very nice.
He knows how to make his fortune from us,
especially from my sister, who thinks our money grows on trees.
Spend good money on all that embroidery foolishness.
For what use? We can't eat it. We can't wear it.
I enjoy it, Johann.
It keeps me busy.
We are busy enough with work on the ranch.
I think I do my share of that.
All right. Sure, Hilda.
Do I say you don't work?
Just that, to me, money is money.
It's hard to come.
Cost me enough for all these supplies.
Whoa.
What now?
At this rate, we will never get home.
Hold it.
Take it easy.
Hyah!
Give me your money.
Johann. Stay still, Hilda.
Hilda, the reins!
Pull! Pull! Pull!
All right.
You win, friend.
Just don't break the guitar.
Now, you got a lot more to worry about than that, friend.
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone Let? me here to sing this song
Poor Howard's dead and gone Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone Let? me here to sing this song
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Who's been here Since I've been gone?
Well, a pretty little girl With a red dress on
Now, who's been here Since I've been gone?
Well, a pretty little girl With a red dress on
Who's been here Since I've been gone?
Well, a pretty little girl With a red dress on
Who's been here Since I've been gone?
Well, a pretty little girl With a red dress on
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
on, who's been here Since I've been gone?
Well, a great big man With a black hat on
Who's been here Since I've been gone?
A great big man with a black hat on
Poor Howard's dead and gone Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone Let? me here to sing this song
Psst.
Adam. Glad you dropped by.
I got that complaint off made out against Howard Mead.
The Brunners is already signed.
Now, you just put your John Henry down here.
Let me talk to him a minute, will you?
Why, sure.
Might shut him up.
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone Let? me here to sing this song
Poor Howard's dead and gone Yeah
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard is dead and gone
You're in serious trouble, you know.
Or doesn't that worry you?
[don't have a worry I don't have a care
Going back to Frisco Lady love me there
Lady love me there
Mm-hm
I can see it doesn't worry you enough to stop singing.
You take a bird.
Does he sing because he's got no worries?
Mm-mm.
He sings because he has to, that's all.
You know, I've been standing outside there,
listening to some pretty good music
and trying to figure out the fellow doing the singing.
You know, you, uh...
You know, you handle a guitar a lot better than you do a gun.
Ain't that the truth?
You know, I don't know how to say this,
but I wanna thank you for stopping me.
I've done a lot of things in my time that I'm not proud of.
But not that one.
That's pretty good.
Yeah, I, uh...
I pick up a few things here and there.
Hey, I do too.
Yeah, I know. Other people's money.
I'm gonna tell you something, Adam Cartwright.
I don't give a hoot if you believe it or not.
That's the first time I tried a stunt like that with a gun.
Broke, hungry.
Was in town, I looked in that store window,
there's that big German sodbuster and his woman,
had a fistful of money could choke a horse.
The name is Brunner.
Johann and his sister, Hilda.
They're good people and they work hard for their money.
I'll take your word for it.
The stuff about being hungry, that's true?
Nobody ever believes a guitar-picking drifter.
Adam, I got some things to do.
I'd like to get you to sign this complaint.
Roy, I, uh...
I'd like to talk to the Brunners first.
What do you wanna waste your time with this guy for?
How do you know I'm wasting my time?
Besides, it improves the atmosphere around here.
That? I just don't understand this yahoo and his singing at all.
Don't try, just listen.
So that's his story.
Well, I'm not saying that what he did wasn't a crime,
but I think if a man makes one slip, he deserves a second chance.
I'm not the person to put another soul in prison.
I will withdraw the complaint.
Well, I do not withdraw.
He pointed a gun at my face to take my money.
I'll get the satisfaction of putting him where he belongs.
Oh, Johann.
A whole barrel of flour, grain seed, mush for the pigs.
Ten, $25 worth I lost because of that robber.
Oh, I didn't think it was that much.
But, uh, let's say it was 15.
I'll pay for the damages out of my own pocket
if you drop the charges.
The satisfaction of putting a man in prison
isn't worth $15, is it, Johann?
Smile as you go by, buddy Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
My pappy was a poor man All he ever had was fun
And all he had to give me Was the earth, the sky and sun
But the greatest thing he told me Was, "Boy, don't weep or moan
'Cause the man Who's always crying now
Will always cry alone”
You just smile as you go by, buddy Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
Who's the singing hand?
It's a new fellow Adam brought in.
Well, he's not a hand yet.
Any word from Sacramento?
Nope. Nothing.
I can't understand it. Can't sit here twiddling our thumbs
while those millstones are lost in some Sacramento warehouse.
Why don't I go down there and take a look?
Yeah, why don't you do that tomorrow morning?
What about Howard Mead out there?
Well, I can tell you one thing about him. He can sure sing. Heh.
Well, he may be pretty good at singing, but as a hand, I don't know.
The fellow worries me some.
Why? Just because he got hungry and broke?
Lot of men have had that problem at one time or another.
Yeah, but they haven't tried to solve that problem with a gun.
But you said yourself that everybody's entitled
to at least one mistake.
Well, I'll tell you this, Pa,
if he can punch cows like he can sing,
we got ourselves a gem.
Well, let's talk to him.
Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
Smile as you go by, buddy Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
Oh, yeah
That's a pretty song.
Fellows, you got some chores to do?
Well, I guess he's sending us back to work.
Howard, this is my father. How are you?
My brothers, Hoss, Joe. Hello.
How are you? Good to see you. Howard, how are you?
Mr. Cartwright. Howard,
I understand you would like to do some work for us.
I certainly would appreciate it, sir. Anything would be fine.
Well, a couple of things that should be cleared up first.
About the money that Adam put up for me, sir,
I plan on paying that back, the first wages I make.
Well, good, but I was really thinking
about our neighbors and friends, the Brunners.
I've been aiming to go over
and tell them how sorry I am about what happened.
In fact, I'll head over there right now.
Well, I'll take you over there tonight
after we done a little picking and singing first, huh?
My pappy was a poor man All he ever had was fun
And all he had to give me Was the earth, the sky and sun
But the greatest thing he told me Was, "Boy, don't weep or moan
'Cause the man Who's always crying now
Will always cry alone”
You just smile as you go by, boy
Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time To hear no grown man cry
Smile as you go by, boy Smile as you go by
Cause I ain't got time to hear no grown man cry
You just smile as you go by, boy Smile as you go by
Visitors.
You sure now?
It's Adam Cartwright.
Hello, Hilda, Johann. Hello.
I think you know who this is.
Of course she knows who he is.
The man who tried to rob us.
I'm here to tell you both how sorry I am about that.
I never tried anything like that before.
I know there's no excuse.
I'd sure like to make it up to you, if I could.
Johann, please invite our company to sit.
Company?
Please, Johann.
Sit.
Adam tells us that you are a musician, Mr. Mead.
I pick at a guitar now and then.
Sometimes I think he would rather pick at that thing than eat.
We have not got time for such foolishness.
Once, she even had some crazy idea to run off to study music in a school.
And us with a ranch to run here.
I told her we have not the time to go around to sing and socialize.
Is this a piano? No, it's harpsichords.
It's very old.
My father brought it from Germany.
It's pretty.
And do you play it?
I used to.
Would you play for me?
Perhaps sometime.
Why not now, Hilda?
I haven't heard you play for a long time.
Johann?
Look, I can't keep patching that mill. Is Joe going to Sacramento or not?
Yes, he is, as soon as I get this letter of authorization written.
Can you take me into Virginia City in the buckboard?
Sure, anything to get rid of you.
Ha, ha. Thanks a lot.
Hey, Joe. Ha-ha-ha.
Did I give you that extra cash to take along?
No, uh-uh.
Hey, Pa?
Howard Mead's gone, Pa,
and along with him, one of our best mares.
Took a rifle out of the bunkhouse.
They say I'll never settle
They say! was born wild
But they don't know my burden
I'm my mama's hard luck child
My mama's hard luck child
I've been all over this land
From Texas up to Maine
And everywhere I've rambled
Good people curse my name
Good people curse my name
Hello, Adam.
You come to bring me in?
Why?
That horse ain't that valuable.
Sorry you chased all this way for nothing.
Because it's hello and goodbye.
Don't try anything.
Go ahead, use it.
You stole the money, you took the mare.
Go ahead, use the gun. You stole that too.
What kind of a man are you, Howard?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Maybe I was born wrong.
Or bent wrong.
I never had a mother either, Cartwright.
Only, I never had a pa.
A pa.
All I remember about him was this--
He was real tall.
He used to sing...
...in jail.
He died in jail.
What's the use of talking about it? Nobody's listening anyway.
I'm listening.
You know,
sometimes I feel like I'm never gonna be satisfied anywhere
but in jail or on the run.
Howard, you got too much going for you.
Just give us a chance to help, huh?
It's charity. It's not charity.
I never did cotton to charity. Oh, come on, Howard.
Would you sing some? You sing a lot better than you talk.
Well, every mad I see
Leads away from me
There's not a single one That leads me home
All the roads keep saying, "Friend
Come and see What's round the bend”
So is it any wonder that I mam?
All the places I have been
Keep a-calling me back again
Now down in the pines I hear the cold wind blow
My heart keeps telling me
Footloose and fancy-free
And the road goes by And calls me as it go
Well, maybe somewhere
There's a someone Waiting there with a smile
And maybe there'll be someplace [can stop and rest a while
Cause maybe you weren't meant To be just a rolling stone
And there's a road to travel on
That leads you back to home
Oh, but I'll keep traveling on
Keep a-looking at the dawn
Till I can la Y This lonesome body down
And when that day has come
I never more will mam
And every mad I see Will lead me home
And when that day has come
I never more will mam
And every mad I see Will lead me home
Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.
Adam, I know he's had a hard life,
but what's gonna make him change his ways now?
Well, I think he's learned something.
I think he's learned that people care about him.
Is that gonna make him change his ways?
Well, I'll say this.
I'll take the responsibility for him. Deal?
All right.
Just don't forget that old Indian saying:
'Fool me once, a curse on you.
Fool me twice, a curse on me."
Whoa, ho.
Well, by George, Howard, you can. Can what?
Well, you can punch a cattle dang near as good as you can sing.
Thanks. I gotta get cleaned up and get on into town.
I'm seeing Hilda tonight.
Maybe I'll even take her to dance.
Good. I'll see you there.
Hey, just remember, she's my girl. Come on.
Early one morning
Just as the sun was rising
Ihearda mfidchen sing in The valley below
0h, don't deceive me
Oh, never leave me
How could you use A poor mfidchen so?
Remember the vows that You made to your Mary
Remember the bower where You vowed to be true
0h, don't deceive me
Oh, never leave me
How could you use A poor mfidchen so?
That's mighty pretty.
Play another? No.
Now you play one. And we'll listen.
And after that, I make some coffee.
We have a fire. What did you do with the lamp?
Kerosene costs money.
Johann's right.
I like it better with the light down low anyway.
But I'll keep a-traveling on
Keep a-looking at the dawn
Till I can la Y This lonesome body down
And when that day has come
Oh, I never more Wm mam
And every mad I see Will lead me home
Howard, you always sing such lonely songs.
Do I?
Tell you what.
Let's go to town.
There's big doings in Virginia City tonight.
And you and me might do a little dancing.
No, I don't think I should.
I really don't dance very well and I don't have a dress to wear.
What do you call what you have on, an Indian blanket?
Come on, let's give it a whirl.
The answer is no.
I'm not asking you to the dance, brother, I'm asking your sister.
You don't hear so good.
She told you no.
Now you can get out of this house.
Johann, I won't have you talk like that.
What do you think he is after,
with all his singing and his smart talk?
You?
My money, that's what he's after.
Why else would he spend so much of his time
going for a plain little nothing?
Mr. Mead?
I like very much to go to the dance.
I get my wrap.
Hilda, I didn't mean what I said.
I do not want you to go out with this man.
He's not good for you.
Why?
Because he's kind to me?
Because he appreciates me?
Hilda.
What about me?
You are leaving me all alone.
Johann, I love you very much,
but you are my brother.
Hilda.
Well, welcome back.
It's good to be back, brother.
How was your trip?
Long and dusty.
I found the lost order.
Yeah, Pa told me. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you back so soon.
Don't they have any pretty girls down there?
They had some pretty girls, but there's something I wanted to tell you.
Wanted to tell you, there's a dance here.
Told Pa we'd be home after it's over.
The dance can wait. Come on over, I'll buy you a beer.
Like a couple of beers, Murray.
Now, come on, outwith it.
Well?
Down in Sacramento, I found out Howard Mead
is wanted by the law in California.
But we knew that, didn't we? Some trouble he got in.
And the trouble is murder.
I don't believe it.
You better start believing.
Meads is as good with a gun as he is with a guitar.
Shot and killed a saloonkeeper.
That's not his first killing either.
He's wanted for murder of a man in Kentucky
and a string of robberies all the way across the country.
It's good thing I see your horses outside.
I want to tell you about your song-singing friend.
What about him?
This is what about.
He robbed me when my back was turned,
when he was pretending to court my sister.
Forty-six $5 gold pieces.
Now I got that thief right where I want him.
Johann.
If it's true, you ought to go to the sheriff.
So he can let him go, like the last time?
No. No sheriff.
I handle this my way now.
Where you think he's going?
Probably to the town hall. Howard took Hilda to the dance.
Get the sheriff. I'll meet you there. All right.
Howard Mead.
Howard, how about you getting your guitar
and playing some songs for us folks while we rest a bit?
Yeah! Come on, Howard.
Oh, yeah.
[don't have a worry [don't have a care
Going down to Frisco All my friends are there
All my friends are there
Thief!
You listen to a thief.
He should be put in jail where he belongs.
Hilda, wait outside.
Johann.
You want to be here with this man who took all our money?
You are crazy.
Johann.
Get out!
You want to sing song?
Hold it right there, Mead.
Now, drop that gun. Johann.
Johann.
Adam, are you all right? I'm all right.
He's dead, all right.
Mead, this time, I'm arresting you for murder.
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Who'll be here to sing his song?
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Who'll be here to sing his song?
Can't you sing something cheerful?
[don't have a worry I don't have a care
Going to hanging All my friends are there
That's cheerful?
Hilda?
Hilda.
Anybody home?
I keep thinking of her sitting in that dark house.
What thoughts she must be thinking,
hating Howard and hating me.
You? If it wasn't for me,
Johann would still be alive.
Where are you going? See Howard.
And take him your guitar.
Yeah, well, he's gonna die.
Man should have some comfort
It's the only thing that ever meant anything to him.
Hang me up high, boys
Forty feet high
So I can see her
As she rides by
Thanks.
You know, I guess Hilda was right.
I always sing the lonely ones.
Have you seen her? No.
Do me a favor, Adam.
Ask her to forgive me.
You know, no matter what other lies I told,
I really did care for her.
How much of the rest was lies?
They're all lies, I guess.
Well, I've stole and I've killed.
Lying didn't seem to make much difference.
Strongest of oak is the gallows
Tightest of knots is the noose
Why, oh, why did I kill (batman?
Now I 7! never get loose
Now I 7! never get loose
Boy, you're looking to die.
I've rode o'er hot dry deserts
And over mountains tall
I believed in the Badlands saying
A good gun never falls
A good gun never falls
Well, Adam, listen to me
Yeah, hear the words I tell
If you can't help it Don't you cross the Law
You'll spend your days in
Well, you'll finish your life in, yeah
Go away.
Hilda, it's Adam. I wanna talk to you.
Howard sent a message to you.
He asks you to forgive him.
Was that all?
No, he said that no matter what other lies he may have told you,
that he really did care for you.
There's no hope for him, is there?
Not anymore.
Adam.
I love him.
Hilda, the man threw his life away.
Now, don't you go and throw yours away too, huh?
Thank you for bringing the message.
Did you go over to see Hilda Brunner today?
Yeah. Well, something funny happened.
I passed her on the road and she stopped me
and asked me to tell you to please forgive her.
What do you suppose she meant by that?
Thanks. I'll never forget it.
What? I'm coming with you.
You can't. You'll just get yourself killed.
I don't care. I want to be with you.
Well, I don't want you. You'd just be in the way.
Nobody goes with me!
Hold it there, Mead.
Howard!
You make a fine, big target, Adam.
I could've put the rest of these in your back.
Why didn't you?
Who'll sing my songs...
...when poor Howard's...
...dead and gone?
Who'll be left...
...to sing his songs?
Hilda.
These are the final papers to the sale of your ranch.
I reckon the bank told you that they'd transfer the money
to your address in Germany?
Yes. Thank you, sheriff.
Well, the stage will be ready to leave in a minute.
Adam? Yeah?
I still can't understand it.
To be able to sing like that
with so much feeling and sorrow for the people,
and their sorrows,
and yet to be what he was. Why?
I don't know.
A hundred reasons probably.
You just have to forget him.
Is that why he lived?
To be forgotten?
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Let? me here to sing his song
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Let? me here
Maybe not.
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Let? me here to sing his song
Miller.
Goodbye, Adam. Bye.
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
Poor Howard's dead and gone
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