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THE OLD RANGER: And now,Death Valley Days.

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Hyah! 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.

Amongst the early day women outlaws,

the Rose of Cimarron was one of the most famous.

What finally happened to her?

You'’ll see in this story which I call...

Well, that'’ll be $1, mister.

And I guarantee you, that horse won'’t lose that shoe

until he wears it out. [ chuckles ]

And what can I do for you, lady?

I thought you might like to walk home with me, sir.

If you'’re ready for lunch.

Lunch? Well, I'’ll be jiggered.

It is that time, isn'’t it?

That'’s a real nice-looking watch you have there.

Yeah. I'’m mighty proud of that watch.

My wife gave me that on our third wedding anniversary.

Used to belong to her father.

Something to be proud of.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are.

[ horse neighing ]

I'’ll be with you in just a second.

That'’ll be alright till I get back.

You been busy?

Sure have.

Seems like everybody comin'’ here for that

Fourth of July celebration

needed some horseshoein'’.

How'’s everything comin' with the church bazaar?

Fine. I think It'’s gonna be

the best one we ever had.

Well, bound to be with you in charge of things this year.

Oh, I didn'’t mean it that way.

Well, I did.

You know how to think and plan things.

Those other women, they just run about,

gabbling like a flock of geese.

Oh, howdy, Mrs. Johnson.Hello.

Burning some cookies?

Mm-hm, I'’m right in the middle of '’em.

I had to get some more sugar and vanilla.

How many you makin'’?

I had promised 12 dozen.

Never mind what you promised, how many you makin'’?

Howdy, Charlie.Hi.

Oh, maybe half a dozen extra.

Half a dozen?

You'’d better make three dozen extra

if you wanna keep me happy.[ laughs ]

As a matter of fact, I'’m making four dozen extra.

[ chuckles ] Well, that'’s better.

I could eat my weight in those cookies.

[ laughs ]

In the three years we'’ve been married, I bet you have.

Oh, Rose, I just saw what you did with

the decorations for the church bazaar--

Howdy, Mr. Calvin. And they'’re the prettiest we'’ve ever had.

It just beats me how you can take those simple things

and work such wonders with them.

And you went to much work, too.

ROSE: Oh, I don'’t mind the work, Mrs. Warren,

if it'’ll help raise the money for the pump organ.

MRS. WARREN: Well, when we get it, there won'’t be nobody

who deserve more credit than you.

I told the girls that Rose certainly puts us to shame

when it comes to community spirit.

And it was a lucky day for us when you came to town.

You'’re a lucky man to get such a wife.

Well, I'’ll have to run along now.

Goodbye, Mr. Calvin. I'’ll see you this evening, my dear.

Goodbye, Mrs. Warren.What?

Oh. Oh, yes. Goodbye.

What are you tying off here for?

I thought we was headin'’ for the saloon.

Do you remember me telling you about

Bittercreek Newcomb'’s wife, the Rose of Cimarron?

Yeah.

That'’s her.

MAN: That gal with a basket on her arm?

She sure don'’t fit the description you give us.

No, she don'’t.

But she fits what we need to make that job here a cinch.

Wait for me at the saloon.

I sure would like to eat the last piece of that pie,

but a man'’s gotta draw a line somewhere.

[ chuckles ] And I know where you draw it.

Right below your chin.

Well, that'’s your fault for being such a good cook.

I better be gettin'’ back to the shop.

[ exclaims ]

Serves you right, trying to steal from the church.

Then you'’d better save me some of those cookies

if you wanna keep me honest.

I guess you'’re entitled to eat like a bear, you'’re strong as one.

I'’ll see you at supper.

[ door closing ]

[ door opens ]

How '’bout one of those cookies for an old friend?

I figured some sheriff had gunned you down by this time.

Uh-uh. I'’m hard to kill,

and I know when to run.

I'’ve been in Mexico for three years.

Well, you ain'’t done bad at losin'’ yourself, either.

What happened to Bittercreek?

I buried him after that Ingall shoot-up.

And I buried everything he stood for with him,

so whatever you got in your mind, forget it.

And what do you wanna be so suspicious for?

How do you know I ain'’t reformed, too,

and just dropped by to say hello?

Because the pattern'’s the same.

Special doings in a town, extra money in the bank,

and you, riding in with the other outsiders.

Well, there ain'’t no use denying it

when the signs are that plain, is there?

But there'’s one thing you ain'’t got figured.

I'’m not interested in the old gunslingin'’ Cimarron Rose.

My deal is with Mrs. Gil Calvin, the blacksmith'’s wife,

and the town'’s most community-spirited citizen.

Cimarron Rose or Mrs. Calvin, the answer'’s still the same.

No! Now, get!

[ Gil whistling ] [ door opening ]

That'’s Gil!

In here, quick!

[ door closing ] [ whistling ]

Well, what brings you back?

Well, I left my keys to the storage shed.

I needed to get some wheel fellas I got locked in there.

Ah, here it is.

My pipe.

Oh. While I think of it,

I'’ll take that stew pot you wanted me to mend.

Gil!

Do you think this last batch of cookies

has too much vanilla in '’em?

I'’ll get the stew pot.

Well, what do you think?

Well, might be a might too much,

but it won'’t hurt any.

Bye.

[ door closing ]

Better wait a second before you go.

We ain'’t made our deal yet.

Get out.

You know, I sort of got a feelin'’

when you hid me in that closet,

Mr. Calvin ain'’t acquainted with too many details about you.

Even if it means losin'’ him, you ain'’t puttin' any bit

between my teeth that way.

And if you think I'’m bluffin'

I'’ll go with you while you tell him.

Then, we'’ll both go to the sheriff

while I do some talkin'’.

The old Mexican standoff, huh?

Everybody loses.

Well, in that case, I guess I won'’t be doing business

with the wife of that big, dumb ox.

Gil Calvin'’s one of the finest men

who ever lived, and nobody'’s gonna call him names.

That was just my way of makin'’ sure of somethin'.

And you left no doubt.

Now, either you string along with what I got in mind

or this town'’s gonna be lookin' for a new blacksmith.

You'’re gettin' no place fast.

Gil could break you and all your men with one hand,

without even workin'’ up a lather.

And I'’d be there, too.

Sure...

If you knew who my men were.

But you don'’t.

And you don'’t know whether I got

four or six or ten.

So anytime,

anywhere, anyone passin'’ you could be the one

who'’s gonna cut him down.

Now, why don'’t you just sit down here, quiet-like,

and listen carefully to what I got to say.

Hey, bring us a couple more drinks, will you?

Been cheaper if we'’d had bought a bottle.

Well, I would'’ve I known Red was gonna be so long.

Oh, here he is.

We'’re all set to pull the slickest bank hold-up any town ever had.

You mean, she'’s willing to throw in with us?

After a little persuadin'’.

Well, how do you--

I'’ll have one of those.

How'’s adding her gun gonna make it any slicker?

I ain'’t addin' her gun, just her shopping basket.

Shoppin'’ basket?Yep.

Instead of us grabbin'’ the money

and hightailing it out of here with a posse hot on our heels,

let her take care of it for us.

And we can hang around and enjoy watchin'’ the sheriff

trying to figure out who to look for.

And after all the excitement'’s over

we grab the money and ease out of town,

just like we come in.

That'’s a real slick idea, Max.

And while she'’s got this money in her little basket,

what'’s gonna keep her from handin'’ it over to the sheriff

and pointing a finger in our direction?

The thought of burying about 300 pounds of blacksmith.

Come again?

She don'’t know you fellas,

or how many men I got.

So I told her if she didn'’t perform

according to orders, she'’s gonna wind up wearin'’ black.

Maybe she wouldn'’t mind that.

Nuh-uh.

She wants to keep him alive and kickin'’.

I made sure of that.

I still don'’t go for it.

You'’re figurin' her for an ordinary female.

Yet everything you ever told us about her

shows that'’s the one thing she wasn'’t.

But that was three years ago.

You think changing passers can change her?

Well, if it hadn'’t, she wouldn'’t have made a go of it here, would she?

And you can take my word for it.

She don'’t want nothin' to happen to bring that to an end.

Sure are a lot of people in town.

I guess this would be the most people we ever had

for Fourth of July.

Everybody seems to have a lot of money to spend too.

I sure hope it doesn'’t rain

right in the middle of everything

'’cause there's nothing more unwelcome

than rain and a picnic.

Besides, I don'’t like salty food.

Somethin'’ bothering you, Rose?

Somethin'’ I gotta tell you, Gil,

and I can'’t figure how to get into it.

Sounds sort of serious.

It is.

About us?

Us now.

But it started with me before I came to town.

Did you ever wonder why I never told you much about myself?

Not enough to lose any sleep over.

Well, I used to be the Rose of Cimarron.

Rose of Cimarron?

I remember wanted posters on her.

There was plenty of '’em.

Didn'’t--

Didn'’t they say something about her

being married to an outlaw?

Bittercreek Newcomb.

He was one of the Doolin Gang

and I thought it was romantic and exciting to ride with them.

Then one day, a bullet caught up with him.

I was never so glad to hear a man was dead.

And I suddenly saw myself for what I was.

What you was ain'’t important.

That'’s what I thought but one of the old gang

showed up today and made me realize different.

So tomorrow I'’m helpin' when him and his men hold up the bank.

Helpin'’ rob a bank?

When it closes at four o'’clock.

But what do you mean by helpin'’?

He'’s gonna slip the money into my shopping basket

as I pass the bank.

Then, I'’m to turn it back to him an hour later

at the blacksmith shop, while you'’re lookin' over one of their horses.

And if you refuse, then he tells the folks who you are.

Is that it?No.

If I refuse, one of his men will kill you.

You don'’t know the pride it gives me

to think that you'’d do a thing like that for me, Rose.

But bullets or no bullets, I can'’t let you do it.

We'’ll go to the sheriff, and--and I'’ll have you point him out.

That'’s just it, Gil, I can'’t point him out

because I only know this one man.

And if we do anything out of line, you'’ll get a bullet

without knowin'’ when or where it'’s comin' from.

That still isn'’t reason enough for you--I'’ve got to, Gil!

No.Please, listen to me.

I'’ve got to go through with it.

That'’s the only thing we can do

until we get to the blacksmith shop.

That'’s the one place they'’ll all be together so we'’ll know 'em.

You got a shotgun there. Put it where it'’ll be handy.

And when they come in, we'’ll make our play.

Alright, Rose. If that'’s the way you want it.

When this is over, Gil,

if you wanna put on your hat and walk out, I'’ll understand.

Walk out? Me walk out on you?

Rose, I'’ve been trying to tell you, I don'’t care what you were.

I see you for what you are.

And what you are is the finest thing

that ever walked into my life.

Gil, Gil.

Where you been?

I been standing with my ears open

outside a certain blacksmith'’s house.

And I just saved your necks by being suspicious of a certain gal.

What did she do? Go to the sheriff?

No, but she told her husband the whole setup.

They'’re planning a little surprise party for us

over at the blacksmith shop tomorrow.

They are, are they?

Red, you just earned yourself a drink. Sit down.

Waiter?

Well, goodbye and thank you very much.

Get the money quick.

Stuff it in those bags.

Gold and paper. Never mind the silver.

You, come on over here. Give him a hand.

Go on, get over there.

Come on, hurry it up.

Turn around.

Uh!

Go back to your house and wait.

In one hour, meet us at the blacksmith shop.

Rose! Rose! You'’re just the person I want to see.

I'’ve been thinking about those decorations,

and I'’ve been wondering if we shouldn'’t add some more bunting.

To me, the Fourth of July calls for lots of bunting.

Yes, I think you'’re right, Mrs. Warren.

We'’ll add some tomorrow morning, first thing.

Oh, that basket seems awfully heavy.

Let me carry some of these things--

Oh, no, no, thanks. I can manage.

It'’s not as heavy as it looks.

MAN: Help! Help! The bank has been robbed!

Help! Help! The bank has been robbed!

Bank robbery, mercy!

MAN: Call the sheriff! Get the guys! Help!

Call the doctor!

[ crowd murmuring ]

Hey! The bank'’s been robbed!

We better go act excited like the rest of them.

MAN: Make way, folks. Let the doctor through.

I can'’t see what's happening. Come on.

You go ahead, I'’ll stay back here.

Oh, nonsense.

MAN: Where in thunder is the sheriff?

MAN: Did you get a look at them, Sam? SAM: No, they had masks on.

They were dressed just like every other cowboy in town.

MAN: How much money they get away with?

They took nothing but paper and gold.

Almost 15,000.

And when they were ready to go, they knocked us out with their gun barrels.

MRS. WARREN: Good gracious. Anybody hurt bad?

SAM: The clerk and the cashier were shook up worse than me,

but they'’ll be alright. The doc'’s with them.

Well, I never heard the likes of it.

A bunch of men, walking out of the bank

with sacks of money. Nobody sees them.

Sounds mighty peculiar. What do you think, Rose?

Maybe they just rode out of town quietly.

If they rode out of town.

MAN: Where the heck is that sheriff?

If anyone sees him, will you tell him to hurry?

Gil?

Gil?

Gil!

Gil ain'’t here.

Where is he?

We had a little business to talk over with my boys.

So they went to a spot where they wouldn'’t be disturbed.

If I arrive in half an hour with this money,

they turn him loose.

If not, you'’re a widow again.

I sure enjoyed watchin'’ those good citizens

runnin'’ around in circles.

Why, they'’re even accusing the president

of robbing his own bank.

[ laughs ]

I don'’t suppose you'd care to put in with me, would you?

No? Well, that'’s too bad.

It would make robbin'’ banks a real pleasure.

Sure has been nice seeing you again.

Matt!

Now, where is he?

You will never know.

If you don'’t want to be branded, Matt,

you better talk, and talk fast.

Don'’t, Rose. Don't!

One touch, Matt. Just one quick touch,

that'’s all it takes, so you better talk.

Now, where is he?

He'’s on the trail to Oak Creek.

Right where the canyon begins.How many are with him?

Two.That'’s your whole gang?

Yes!If you'’re lying to me, Matt,

or if anything happens to Gil, I'’m comin' back here and use this.

I hate lyin'’.

Take off your hat.

Now your vest and shirt.

Anything happen to my wife, I'’ll hunt you two down

and I'’ll kill you both with my bare hands.

She ain'’t got nobody to blame but herself for draggin'’ you into it.

And you ain'’t got but a few minutes

for Matt to show up with that money

before you get in trouble. [ hoof beats ]

Well, looks like our buddy'’s gonna go his own peaceful way.

Won'’t make me mad at all.

Hey, that ain'’t Matt!

RED: It'’s Rose!

[ gunshot ]

[grunts]

What happened to Matt?

He'’s tied up and locked in the blacksmith shop.

Makes a real neat package in his long flannels.

Well, we just might as well add these two to the collection.

Climb aboard.

Come on, the sheriff will wanna see you.

I ain'’t the only one he'’ll wanna see.

ROSE: He'’s right.

This time, there won'’t be any doubt

about me hangin'’ up my gun.

Thanks.

I would'’ve felt terrible to forget your picture.

[ sighs ]

When I find out where they put you,

I mean, where you'’ll be,

I'’ll--I'll be sellin'’ the place and get work close by.

No. No, it'’ll make me feel better if you stay here

and take care of your shop and the house.

But the sheriff says there'’s no tellin'

what kind of sentence they'’ll give you.

It might be easy and it might be tough.

As long as I know you'’ll be waiting, I can stand it.

Look, when they have the hearing, I'’ll be there.

And by the time I spoken my--My goodness, Rose!

What are you doing with a suitcase?

You should be down at the bazaar in a few minutes,

getting things started.

Well, something'’s happened, Mrs. Warren

that'’s calling me away,

and I guess you better take charge of things.

Oh, what a shame.

How long will you be gone?

Well, we'’re not quite sure.

It'’s liable to be--

Oh, hello, Sheriff.

Well, I just packed those outlaws off to jail

at the county seat, Mrs. Calvin.

And I wanna thank you again

for helpin'’ Gil round '’em up.

With Matt Smart behind bars,

that'’s the last of the Doolin Gang.

The last of '’em?That'’s right.

Bill Doolin and Bittercreek Newcomb got theirs at Ingall'’s.

And I understand that Cimarron Rose

died right after that. So, that cleans '’em up.

Oh, it won'’t be necessary for you to testify

against those outlaws after all.

So, you'’d better go get the celebration started.

Thank you.

Yeah, thank you very much, Hodge. Thank you.

Well, come along, Rose.

Don'’t just stand there saying thank you.

We'’re late now. Come on, come on.

And I hope you don'’t mind that I'’ve changed the...

♪♪ [ trumpet ]