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OLD RANGER:
And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Hi-yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Howdy, folks.

I'’m the Old Ranger,

and I have another interesting
true story for you

about the historic
Death Valley country.

If you look on the map
of Nevada today,

you'’ll see no trace
of the town of Wildcat.

But back in the 1890s,
it was a lively silver camp.

With a ten-stamp mill,
a miners hall,

and all the other trimmings.

All save one. And that
is what my story is about.

The story of...

It all started here,
when Ma Cline,

the boardinghouse keeper,
organized a little group

known as the
Willing Workers of Wildcat,

and then looked
around for a suitable project

to devote her energies to.

It should be something
that spells "culture."

That'’s what this town needs.

Culture with a capital C.

I think I have it.

A piano.

But that begins with a P.

[ scoffs ]
Don'’t be literal, Ella.

There'’s nothing would give the
folks in Wildcat more pleasure

than a good piano.

They could use it
for entertainments

at Miners Hall.

For weddings.For funerals.

Oh, Ella.

The children could
take lessons on it.

It would raise
the whole tone of Wildcat.

Right. The next question is how
we'’re going to raise the money.

Well...we could
hold a cake sale.

What about a basket social?

Or a needlework bazaar.

They'’re a waste of time.

We need to get
this piano pronto.

Well, what do you suggest?

Go after the men.
They'’re the ones with the money.

Go after '’em how?

Using woman'’s oldest weapon.

S-E-X.

Send someone around to ask
them for contributions.

Someone young and pretty.

That lets us out.

The person I'’m thinking of

is our own little
school teacher, Debra Lee.

Oh, I think
it'’s a wonderful idea.

All those in favor?

Aye.
Aye.

Oh...but I'’ve never had any
experience in raising money.

If you believe
in the cause, it'’s simple.

Oh, but I do.

Oh, I'’ve just yearned
for a piano out here.

Look at '’em like that
when you ask '’em, dearie.

Think what it'’ll mean
to your schoolchildren.

Deprived of music
as they'’ve been.

I'’ll do my best.

Then take this list
and go to work.

You won'’t have
any trouble.

Those three letters
will get '’em.

Letters?[ stutters ]

Oh, the three R'’s.

You can start at supper
tonight with my boarders.

We need a piano the worst way.

To dance to, to sing to.

To-- To just gather around,

like I'’m sure you all
used to back home.

I know I did.

Those wonderful evenings.

We'’re asking all
of you for contributions.

I hope every one of you
will give us something.

Thank you.

[ coins clanging ]

Thank you!

Thanks.

[ oohing and ahhing ]

Now, didn'’t I tell you
this was the right approach?

Oh, yes.Who are your next victims?

Well, I-- I'’m just
going to take my list

and go from door-to-door.

[ muttering ]

I represent
the Willing Workers.

Well, howdy.

We'’re collecting money
for a piano

and I hope you'’ll feel
like contributing something.

Well, I sure do.

Try that on your piano.

How dare you?

Can'’t you take a joke?

[ groans ]
Here, you little spitfire.

For your music box.

Thank you.

Why, sure thing.

You know, I used to be
a pretty good tenor in my day.

Maybe, uh-- We could
do a little duet together.

Maybe we could.

Mmm.

[ cackles ]

Here.
Thank you, Mr. Perkins.

Oh, just call me "Dad."

You know, I'’m old enough
to be your father.

[ cackles ]Thank you, "Dad."

[ laughs ]
Oh...

Are you Chuck Latham?

That'’s right.I'’m Debra Lee.

I teach school here.

I'’m collecting
contributions for a piano.

A piano?

For the Miners Camp.

What do you want
a piano for?

What does anybody
want a piano for?

To provide music,
of course.

There'’s a fiddler,
here, isn'’t there?

And at least
three fellas

that play the mouth organ.

We want something
better than that.

You think somebody
pounding on a tin pan piano
would be an improvement?

Oh, it'’s not going
to be a tin pan piano.

We'’re going to buy
a really fine instrument.

For a dump like Wildcat?

Ridiculous.

Wildcat is not a dump.

Wildcat is a god-forsaken hole.

A jumping-off place.

If you don'’t
care to subscribe

to the piano,
Mr. Latham...I don'’t.

Then I'’ll strike
your name off the list.

Good-bye, Mr. Latham.

So, you called
on every man in camp today.

Even went up to the mill,
I understand.

And didn'’t look me up.

You still have
a chance to contribute.

We lack $150
of our goal.

Here, that should
take care of it.

$150?

Oh, John, you'’re wonderful.

Wait till I tell
the Willing Workers.

I want to talk to you.

You'’re the most
generous man in the world.

I'’d have paid
for the whole piano

if you'’d asked me to.

Debra, there isn'’t anything
I wouldn'’t do for you.

John.Yes?

Who is this Chuck Latham?

A checker at the mill, why?

He doesn'’t eat here
at Ma Cline'’s.

Well, he cooks for himself,
I understand.

With one arm?I suppose.

Debra, I--How did he lose his arm?

I haven'’t the slightest idea.

He just turned up here
in the office one day,

looking for a job.

Say, why all this
interest in Chuck Latham?

I called on him today
to ask for a contribution.

I suppose he gave handsomely.

No.

He'’s the only man in Wildcat

who refused
to contribute to the piano.

"Enclosed, please find

"check fo--" For...

Uh, model 173 mahogany.

If we let her work
a while longer,

we could have
a concert grand.

Don'’t be greedy, Ella.

The freight
and the small grand

across the desert
is bad enough.

You know what I bet?

I bet the first
piece played on it

will be the "Wedding March."Whose wedding?

Debra'’s, of course,
to John Greer.

Well, you may be right.

♪♪ [ Humming
"The Wedding March" ]

Good morning.

So, even school teachers
play hooky.

It'’s Saturday.

Oh, is it?

Don'’t you keep track
of the days of the week?

All days are alike to me.

Well, I hope tonight
will be an exception.

We'’re having a party
at Miners Hall.

I don'’t dance.

It isn'’t a dance. It's a--

A celebration, in honor
of a new arrival.

I wish that you would co-- [ horse whinnies ]

Whoa, there!

You all right?Yes.

Thanks to you.

Should never
stand behind a wagon.

Never know what
the horses are gonna do.

I'’m sorry.

And I'’m sorry
about tonight, too.

Tonight?

Oh. Tonight.

Maybe I will break down and go.

That is,
if you'’ll let me take you.

I'’ll be ready at 7:30, Chuck.

[ chattering ]

Here, here, children.

Not quite so much
running around.

Just say the word.

Not till Miss Debbie
gets here.

Oh! Oh, here she comes now!

Debra.Hello, John.

Hello, Latham.

What'’s that?

Looks like a coffin, don'’t it?

For a horse.

But it ain'’t.
It'’s a piano.

A piano?

CLINE:
All right, un-box it.

Mr. Greer, you take charge.

[ chatter and hammering ]

So this is the way
you get even?Even?

Drag me here to make me
feel like a...heel.

I don'’t know what you mean.

"The only man in town
that didn'’t contribute."

Oh, I know.
The boss told me.

The only reason
I brought you here tonight

was because this
is a big occasion.

And I didn'’t want
you to miss it.

[ chattering ]

I'’m sure when
you hear it played,

you'’ll think
it'’s wonderful, too.

Now...there she is, folks.

Genuine ivory.

All white and shiny!

Like-- Like a new
pair of frog'’s feet!

[ laughter ]

MAN:
Let'’s hear what
she sounds like.

[crowd agrees] CLINE:
No, no.

No, the first person
to play it

is to be the young lady
who collected for it.

Miss...

Debra Lee.

Me?

I don'’t know how to play.

You don'’t know how?

You must. A school teacher?

You said
"you yearned for a piano."

You used
to live around one.

I did, I did. But--

[ exhales ]
I can'’t play a note myself.

Oh, I-- I'’m terribly sorry.

Well, then, I'’ll just have
to ask somebody else. Now, uh...

who volunteers, eh?

[ laughs ]
Don'’t be bashful.

You don'’t have
to be a Paderewski.

[ laughs ]

There must be somebody
in Wildcat who can play.

Just a little?

This is awful.

Can'’t anyone
even play scales?

Oh, please.

I told you
this was a dump.

Shut up.
Can'’t you see how she feels?

How about my feelings?

Being dragged here.
She knew I didn'’t want to come.

Then get out.

I will.

Right now.

Oh, Mr. Latham, please.

[ door slams closed ]

[ cries ]

I hope I never live
through such an evening again.

Poor Ma Cline
and her Willing Workers.

It was tough
on the old biddies.

All my fault, too.

What do you mean?

Teachers should
be able to play the piano.

Maybe I could take
a correspondence course.

Darling.

You'’re not gonna be
a teacher much longer.

You'’re going to marry me.

John, is this a proposal?

What does it sound like?

Please, John,
not tonight. I--

I'’ve had about all
I can take tonight.

♪♪ [ piano scales ]

♪♪

Hmm.

Hello, dear.Good morning.

Good morning.Morning. Thank you.

I can see where that
"pie-annie'’s" gonna be working

24 hours a day.

24 hours a day?Yep.

When I come by Miners Hall
at 4:00 this morning

it was still going strong.

What'’re you talking about?

The "pie-annie."

[ chuckles ]
Where you and me

is gonna do our duets together.

You weren'’t at the
party last night.

Uh, no, I had to work.

Why, what happened?

MAN:
Nothing happened.

It turned out that
nobody in Wildcat

knows how to play a piano.

But they do. I heard '’em.

Nothin'’ fancy.
Just sorta finger exercises.

Who could it be?

Somebody'’s holding out on us.

I'’ll fix 'em.

That'’ll fetch 'em.

Tonight we'’ll keep
watch outside.

Now, I have the key
to the door.

So they can'’t get in this way.

Ella, you station yourself
at that side window.

Hedy, you stay
on the other side

and if you see anyone, signal.

One if by land,
and two if by sea.

And I'’ll keep a lookout here.

[ gasps loudly ]

I'’m afraid we're losing
a night'’s sleep for nothing.

But it seems
like if anybody was coming

they'’d be here by now.

Well, I'’ll go tell Ella.

♪♪ [ fast piano scales ]

Oh, my. Ma!

Quick, push me up!

Quick! Hurry up!

Here'’s a box.

[ chattering ]

There'’s someone playing!

We ain'’t deaf.[ groans ]

Go around to the front door!

We'’ll catch him red-handed.

I dropped the key.

Oh, Ma...

Here it is, I'’ve got it.

Come on!
[ sighs ]

Get it open!

For goodness sakes!

Whoever you are, don'’t move!

We'’ve got you covered.

Gone.

Hmm.

And if this ghost-player
does materialize,

who'’s gonna pay the reward?

Well, I suppose they'’ll
send me around to collect.

Well, I won'’t have it.

Calling on every
Tom, Dick, and Harry.

You'’re not jealous.

I love you, Debra.
I'’ve been waiting

for this chance
to get you alone.

We'’re not alone.

Chuck Latham.

He lives way out here?

I told you he was a hermit.

He'’s also a gentleman.

He wrote me a note
after that dreadful scene
at Miners Hall apologizing.

He apologized to me, too.

If he hadn'’t,
I'’d have fired him.

Debra, when are you
gonna give me your answer?

I don'’t know, John.

I'’ve been pretty patient.

A man can'’t wait forever.

There'’s nothing
to do but crate that piano
up and send it back.

Oh, no.

Well, it'’s certainly
doing no good settin'’ there

just showing its teeth.

But there'’s somebody here
who plays it, we know that.

We Willing Workers don'’t care
to be a laughingstock.

We'’ll see that the town gets
something else for its money.

Something that it needs.

Such as what?A hearse.

A hearse?

Yes, we know where we
can get one second-hand.

The exact price
of the piano.

Black plumes and all.

But that'’s dreadful.

We all have to go sometime.

And, at present,
there'’s no way to go

in this camp except
in the freight wagon.

How many people in the town
of Wildcat are going to die?

You never can tell.A few each year.

But there are thousands
who'’d love good music,

are starved for it.

If we can find
someone to play it.

That piano
goes back tomorrow.

[ cries ]

[ banging ]

What'’re you doing here?

What'’s wrong?

You'’ve been crying. Why?

They'’re sending back
the piano.

Sending it back?

They'’re going to get
a hearse instead.

Oh, I could die.A hearse?

With black plumes.

Oh, I could murder
that skunk who won'’t admit

that he plays the piano.

I'’m that skunk.

I don'’t believe it.

It'’s true.

But how?

I didn'’t think
it was possible myself.

When this happened,
I never expected to touch

another piano again
as long as I lived.

John Charles Lattimore
was finished.

John Charles Lattimore?

You'’ve heard of him?

Yes, I have.

Concert pianist.

His career was cut short
by a train wreck.

I wish I'’d been killed outright.
It would'’ve been easier.

LATHAM:
My one idea was to get where
I'’d never see or hear

another piano again.

That'’s why I came out
here to this dump.

Yes, dump.

Then you spoiled it.

Bought a piano for the camp.

Dragged me to look at it,
torture myself.

I had no idea.

I slipped back
in here that night

with some crazy thought about
smashing the thing to pieces.

Instead, I found myself
trying the keyboard.

After that, I couldn'’t
keep away.

Surprising what you
can do with one hand.

Show me.

♪♪ [ piano ]

♪♪

You'’re wonderful.

I'’m terrible.

But I'’m better
than when I started.

And you'’ll keep on improving.

All you need is practice.
Lots and lots of practice.

For what?

DEBRA:
So you can play
in public again.

Are you crazy?

Whoever heard
of a one-armed pianist?

You can be the first.

There'’ve been deaf pianists,
blind pianists.

Caught red-handed!

Debra!

I want you to meet
our mystery player.

John Charles Lattimore.

Chuck Latham.

Him? But he...

Nothing up the sleeve,
I assure you, madam.

But it-- It'’s not possible.

You'’re joking.How could he?

Well, I declare.

Prove it.

ELLA:
Yes, play something for us.

You'’ll have to wait
until he gives his recital.Recital?

When?Where?

Right here in Miners Hall.

When he feels he'’s ready.

Debra, I can'’t give a recital.

What could I play? Everything'’s
written for two hands.

Wouldn'’t it be possible
to find something

you could play with one hand?

I believe there
are a number of things

arranged for the left hand.

Play, or the piano goes back.

You can do it
if you just try.

All right. I'’ll try.

MAN:
Right this way!
A piano recital!

The only man in Wildcat

who knows how
to tickle the ivory.

[ chattering ]

[ chattering ]

[ applause ]

♪♪ [ "Fugue To Chopin" ]

♪♪

[ applause ]

[ cheering ]

OLD RANGER:
He became the sensation

of the musical world,
this one-armed pianist.

Played on the finest
concert grands.

But it was Wildcat'’s
first piano that provided

the music for the happiest
wedding that ever took place

in Nevada.