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♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger,

with an exciting new story of real life in the Old West.

There'’s an old saying that whoever steals

borrows from the devil,

and he must pay it all back ten times over.

Now, Tom Dixon,

to use only one of this famous bandit'’s many names,

learned that even when a man has decided to go straight,

there'’s still no escaping...

Why don'’t you get that sister of yours

to give you a hand, honey? I don'’t want you overdoing.

You worry more about the baby getting here than I do.

Hey, Sadie. Sadie!

I heard you.

Nothing to do around this place but work and sweat.

Gee, when I think of the fun we used to have.

Don'’t start talking to me about the good old days, Sadie.

I wanna forget them.

Always something happening. Plans afoot.

Big jobs being pulled.

Plenty of exciting men around.

Like Butch Cassidy?

Especially Butch Cassidy.

Thank goodness he and his bunch are gone.

I didn'’t draw an easy breath the whole time they were here.

If you wanna go running after them, you go right ahead.

It'’ll be all right with Tom and me.

[ dishware clanks ]

You wouldn'’t be trying to get rid of me, would you?

You and your fine, honest rancher husband?

Sadie--

I leave when I get good and ready.

And, by the way, I think maybe you better be a little bit careful

how you talk to me, sister dear.

Let'’s not forget there'’s a $10,000 reward

still out for Matt Warner.

All I'’d have to do is tell the nearest peace officer

that Matt Warner and Tom Dixon are one and the same,

and, boy, I'’d collect all the money I'’d ever need.

Come on. Break it up, you two.

You sit down and be quiet, honey.

You know you'’re not supposed to get excited these days.

She said she'’s gonna turn you in.

You'’ve been in the game a long time now, Sadie.

You know most of the boys from Canada to Mexico.

You know how they feel about anyone

who sells out a friend for blood money.

So you go right ahead. Turn me in.

See how long you last.

I didn'’t mean it, Tom.

I guess I was just blowing off steam.

It'’s Butch and Alby Lane. Looks like Alby'’s hurt.

I wanna talk to Butch.You stay put.

What you fellas been up to? I thought I told you to--

You hold it right there, Tom.

Don'’t you move.

Rose! Sadie! Get that medicine bag out here!

What'’s the gun for?

You'’ll find out.

What happened?

We hit the bank in town.

One of those fool clerks started shooting.

I cut him down, and we had to make a run for it.

Didn'’t get a penny.

Innocent man dead, and nobody the better for it.

Him or us.

Take care of Alby.

All right. What now?

Now we gotta get outta here, and you'’re gonna help us.

I know you got money in the house, Tom.

Get it. Suppose I don'’t?

Murder'’s a hanging matter, Tom.

You better get that money.

All right, Butch. I'’ll get you the money.

And get us some food too.

We got a long ride ahead.

Come on, honey.

You know, he'’s a smart fella, Alby.

That'’s why he never had to shoot nobody.

I'’ll get us some fresh horses.

Butch, you'’re taking me with you, aren'’t you?

No, afraid not.But you promised!

Well, that was before when I figured on making a big haul.

Butch, you can'’t leave me stuck out here.

Looks like I'’m gonna have to.

Butch, we can still make a big haul. $10,000.

$10,000?

I can turn Tom in for the reward.

We can take the money, get out of town,

spend it any way we want to.

Durned if I don'’t think you wouldn'’t.

Tell you what.

You take a hike up there in the hayloft.

Now from there you can see way down the road.

The sheriff comes, you sing out, hear?

All right, Butch.

You know, she can just stay up there.

I wouldn'’t have that alley cat around me for nothing.

Are you sure we'’re doing right,

helping murderers get away?

Got no choice, honey.

Yes, we have.

People around this town think you'’re a decent, honest man.

All right, prove it.

Hold them for the sheriff.

[ groans ] Oh, sure, sure.

Have '’em spill everything they know about me.

Why, the place would be overrun with lawmen.

BUTCH: Good thinking, Tom.

This stuff ready to go?

Yes. Take it and get out.

Don'’t get mad, Rose. Tom'’s right, you know.

We'’d swear up and down he engineered this last job.

just like before. SADIE: Butch! Butch!

Sheriff'’s coming.

Now you two better just pray that he don'’t catch us.

Might be too bad.

[ sobbing ]

Butch!

Butch!

Butch, wait for me!

We know all about it, Sheriff, they just left.

Stripped us out of food and money. Took our horses.

Well, there'’s no use chasing if they got fresh horses.

We'’ll pick 'em up sooner or later.

We got plenty of folks in town who saw '’em and gave us a description.

Good.We'’ll let you know if and when.

You can come in and help identify '’em.

We'’ve got to get away from here fast.

They once catch up with Cassidy they'’ll figure I cooperated

and lay the whole thing on me, just like he threatened.

You mean leave now?Tonight.

With what? They took every dollar we had.

Oh, no, they didn'’t. I'’ve got a lot more.

Where?

The loot from the Roslyn bank job, remember?

I planted it away for just such a time as this,

when I'’d need it bad.

Sadie, I'’m giving you $1,000 and a ticket to Salt Lake.

You can live with your mother there.

Me go home? Oh, no, you don'’t, mister.

I wouldn'’t go back and listen to any of that

"I told you so" stuff from her.

All right, all right.

I'’ll give you $1,000.

Put you on a stage and you can go to Paris if you want to.

Now grab your stuff while I hitch up the buckboard.

We can just about make the stage if we hurry.

SADIE: Ready, Tom?

Ready.

Thanks.

Now hang onto this. There are 50 $20 gold pieces in it.

Let me have this.

Let'’s go.

Here'’s your ticket. Stage is due any minute now.

You'’ll be all right, Sadie.

Tom. Let'’s both take the stage.

Let'’s clear out while we'’ve got the chance.

Have you lost your mind?

Tom, you wasn'’t made to be tied down to a wife and kid.

Oh, $1,000 won'’t go very far. For two.

But you could head up the old bunch again.

Butch is crazy to have you back, they all are.

So am I, Tom.

I'’ve always wanted you, honest.

You better take that stage.

Did Sadie get away all right?

Yeah.I'’ll be ready whenever you are.

I'’ve packed a few things.

SHERIFF: Hold it right there, Dixon.

Or does the name "Matt Warner" sound more familiar?

Run for it, Tom, run!

No, no. It'’s no use, honey.

This was a sell-out, wasn'’t it, Sheriff?

Afraid so.

Who did it?

A friend of yours. In fact, a relative.

Your own sister.

You'’re just wasting your time, Ms. Dixon.

You can'’t see him just yet, nobody can.

But I'’m his wife. Please let me go--

Well, that'’s what incommunicado means.

Prosecutor'’s orders, ma'am.

I'’ve taken a room at the hotel.

Will you let me know when I can see him?

I sure will, Ms. Dixon.

Where can I find my sister?

I'’d like to have a talk with her.

Yeah, I guess you would. So would a lot of others.

Prosecutor'’s holding her in protective custody.

She'’s our star witness.

She gets protection.

But I'’ve told you every single thing Tom Dixon'’s done

for the last five years, isn'’t that enough?

No, hearsay, supposition.

What I need are hard facts. Eyewitness facts.

Well, what do you call this?

That'’s part of the loot from the Roslyn bank robbery.

No, I need something that'’ll tie him in

with this last hold-up and murder.

Tell you what would do it.

The rest of this Roslyn bank money.

Each share of that job must have been, oh-- $20,000.

He could never explain away that kind of money.

Absolute proof that he'’s a robber.

That, plus his harboring of Cassidy and company...

automatic accessory before the fact.

First degree murder.

Well, if he'’s still got that money,

it'’s got to be hidden on the ranch someplace.

Why? Well, when he went out

to hitch up the buckboard he didn'’t have a cent.

Yet, when I got out there, he handed me $1,000.

You know that place pretty well.

Why don'’t you ride out and take a look around?

All right.

Will I see you again later tonight?

[ chuckles ] What do you think?

Uh-- We'’ll hold this for evidence.

How you doing? Anything like a confession out of him yet?

Not a thing.

We'’ve been putting the pressure on him, but--

there'’s just no give in to that man.

And we can'’t hold him much longer without a formal charge.

[ footsteps ]

[ door opening ]

[ sighs ] It'’s no use.

[ tosses keys ]

I can'’t get a thing out of him.

Wants to see his wife and won'’t settle for anything else.

Sure he wants to see her.

Slip her the word on where that Roslyn bank loot'’s hidden.

All right. Send for her.

Let him tell her.

The minute she gets her hands on that money

we'’ll be right on the spot and grab her.

After that, it'’s just an open and shut case.

Whatever you say.

ROSE: Tom.

Tom, darling.

Oh, Rosie.

What have they done to you?

[ chuckles ] Just a little working over.

It didn'’t do 'em any good, they--

they still don'’t know where the money'’s hid.

Never mind about the money. What about you?

I'’m afraid my number'’s up, Rosie.

Oh, no.

They were bound to get me someday.

Funny it should be for the one crime I didn'’t commit.

Well, at least you and the baby won'’t have to worry.

That money'’ll give you both a fresh start.

That'’s all I care about.

I don'’t want that money, Tom.

It'’s not ours to keep anyway. You stole it.

I'’m paying it back with my life.

The devil oughta be satisfied with that.

Devil?

MAN: His Satanic majesty.

Your husband is undoubtedly referring

to that old saying about borrowing from the devil.

Who are you?

Hugo Adley, attorney at law,

specializing in criminal defense.

Never heard of you. You'’ve never faced hanging.

I never fail to spring my clients

as long as they can pay my fee,

no matter what they'’ve done.And just what is your fee?

In this case, the money from the Roslyn robbery.

Whatever there is left of it.

I don'’t know anything about the Roslyn robbery.

Well, you should.

You were in on it to the tune of about $20,000

for your share alone.

Why, you money-grabbing shyster.

Please. Isn'’t your life worth that much?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Rosie.

We'’ll give you the money.

That money'’s for you and the baby.

Nobody else is gonna lay a hand on it.

We haven'’t much time, Thomas.

You'’re not getting a cent of that money.

Tom, I don'’t want the money. It'’s bad money.

It'’d only be misery for me and the baby.

[ sighs ]

All right.

It'’s buried under the corral fence post,

$1,000 in each post hole except one.

The thousand I gave Sadie.

Thank you, Thomas.Mister.

If you double-cross me...

There really isn'’t anything you could do about it, is there?

ADLEY: You shouldn'’t soil such lovely hands.

Where'’d you come from?

Town.

I didn'’t hear you ride in.

You wouldn'’t, by any chance, be looking for that money?

Money? What money?

My dear, Miss, uh... Morgan.

Sadie Morgan.

If you must know, I'’m doing this for Mr. Redding, the prosecutor.

You make a very pretty deputy, Miss Morgan.

Very pretty.

I'’m afraid you'’re wasting your time.

As far as the money'’s concerned,

that'’s already been appropriated.

It has?

You'’d better go back and tell your, uh... employer.

Look, if you think that he and I are--

Well, I just want you to know that I don'’t belong to anybody.

Exclusive.

I'’m sure.

They can'’t pin a murder on you, Tom.

But they have.

Formal charge, murder in first degree.

On what grounds?

Ask my lawyer.

If I could only find him.

Oh, I'’m sorry, Tom.

He looked like he intended to help us.

He'’s probably skipped town, just like I figured he would.

It looks bad, Rosie.

Our money'’s gone.

So are my chances of beating this thing.

You can'’t give up, you just can'’t.

[ clattering ]

Afraid you'’ll have to leave now, Mrs. Dixon.

Can I come back tomorrow?

They'’re trying him tomorrow.

So soon?

Redding'’s got this town pretty riled up.

People are in a hurry to get this over with.

Miss Dixon?

I'’m the marshal from Roslyn.

Roslyn?

Butch!

I'’m gonna spring Tom.

You'’ll never get away with it, they'’ll recognize you.

You didn'’t.

You'’ll both hang.

If a fella'’s gotta hang, there's nothing like having company.

I'’m sorry about the money.

You better wait in the next room.

Mr. Redding?

Mr. Adley.

May I come in?Well--

Thank you.

Would you care to sit down?

Oh, I prefer to do my talking on my feet.

It'’s an old courtroom habit.

I understand you'’re trying Tom Dixon on a charge of murder.

That'’s correct.

Of course, you haven'’t a shred of evidence.

Tom Dixon, alias Matt Warner

has a list of crimes against him as long as your arm.

Well, this charge isn'’t one of them.

He'’s a public enemy.

But not a murderer.

Let'’s not split hairs, Mr. Adley.

I like to split hairs, Mr. Redding.

Especially when those hairs involve the very basis

upon which American justice is built.

You cannot convict a man of a crime he didn'’t commit,

no matter what else he may be guilty of.

I'’m looking out for the public interests.

Very commendable. I think I should do the same.

I shall let the public know what manner of man

holds the office of prosecutor,

his low moral character.

How dare you, Mr. Adley!

Mr. Redding, I have sadly neglected my client

these past three days just to trail you.

And I'’ve dug up some lively facts on you,

Mr. Defender of the Public Interest.

This is blackmail.

Correction. Foresight.

I'’ll give you five minutes to make up your mind.

Perhaps you'’d like to discuss it with your deputy.

Come on, Sheriff.

Now I'’ve had a long ride from Roslyn,

and it'’s a long ride back.

I'’d be much obliged if you'd turn the prisoner over to me.

Well, I tell you, he'’s being held for murder.

Oh, you know that'’s a phony charge.

Now it'’d be much better off you turn the prisoner over to me.

As far as I know,

there are no eyewitnesses left to the Roslyn robbery.

Yes, there are.

Me.

The keys, Sheriff.

[ keys clinking ]

Come on, Tom.

Oh. What'’s all this?

Butch.

Nice looking marshal type, huh?

We better get going.

No.

I'’m not leaving, Butch.

What, after I risk my neck to spring you?

I'’m all through running, I--

I'’ll never go back to that old life.

You stay here, you ain'’t gonna live at all.

I'’ll take my chances.

Look, Tom, if they don'’t get you on this job,

they'’re gonna get you on the Roslyn one.

And that one you did.

I'’ll still take my chances.

Well, you can take your chances, but I ain'’t.

You take a good look, mister, '’cause it's gonna be your last.

Butch, no, you can'’t--

Now look, I ain'’t gonna leave no witness to identify me.

Butch, no!

All right, get going. I'’ll see you have plenty of time.

I thought you had brains.

It'’s funny. The only guy who tried to help me.

And winds up really cooking my goose.

Tom?

Sorry, Sheriff.

I had to let him go the way he came.

Well, I don'’t know what this is all about,

but you can release the prisoner.

It'’s official. The prosecution has decided

there'’s no case against Tom Dixon.

I know there'’s been a lot of talk

about that Roslyn bank robbery.

I don'’t know anything about the Roslyn bank robbery.

Well, the Roslyn bank finally got most of its money back,

and Sadie and Mr. Redding got their just desserts.

As for Butch Cassidy,

the law finally caught up with him and his pals,

and they served prison terms in Laramie, Wyoming.

Matt Warner served a term in the Utah penitentiary

for his previous crimes.

But he and Rose Warner finally did get a chance

for a fresh start.

He hired out as a ranch hand,

then became a deputy,

and finally was elected sheriff in Vernal, Utah,

where he'’s remembered as just about the best sheriff

ever to serve in the Old West.