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THE OLD RANGER:
And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

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 ]