All language subtitles for The Groom Wore Spurs (Richard Whorf, 1951) Eng

THEME SONG: Yip, yep!

He's a Hollywood cowboy
with a silver saddle.

But he's afraid of his horse
and he don't like cattle.

Just a Hollywood cowboy
full of western glamour.

He's a dangerous
gent in [INAUDIBLE].

The girl crumbles-- take me!-- a
dozen every day-- no, take me--

while he just stands
there pointing saying,

"I went that a way."

He's a celluloid hero,
moving cool and lazy.

Just a flick of his wrist
and the girls go crazy.

When bandits appear, he's
always full of poise.

He'd shoot and pull
a bullet, but he

just can't stand the noise.

Like a Hollywood
hero, he got his gal.

He heard and the day they were
married, I'll never forget,

that the groom wore spurs!

-I think Mr. Castle
is expecting me.

I'm AJ Furnival,
attorney at law.

-Oh, yes.

You come in, please.

Mr. Castle, he outside
on the terrace.

This way.

BEN: Hey!

Hey!

Hey, bang.

Ba-ba ba bang bang bing bang.

Bang, bang.

Hey!

Hey!

Bang bang bang bang.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey-- ow!

They got me.

Oh, I-- I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were
there, little gal.

Some people have been
writing into studio

saying I've been getting
a little slow on the draw.

It stuck.

-I'm, uh, AJ Furnival.

And Mr. Castle, I don't think
you're slow on the draw.

-Well, thanks, uh--
you're the lawyer?

-That's right.

And before we get
down to business,

I-- I would like to
tell you how much

I've enjoyed you in pictures.

I think your movies are really
the best entertainment of all.

What's more,
they've done so much

to influence the
youth of America.

-They have?

-Mm, hm.

As a matter of fact,
my nephew Arnold,

who is all of seven
years old, he won't even

go to bed without
his Ben Castle spurs.

-Ha, ha.

Must be a little
hard on the sheets.

-Uh, I-- I meant
that he-- he has

them on a chair beside his bed.

-Oh, sure.

Say, do you mind if we sit down?

These darn high-heeled
cowboy boots

give me terrible
pains in the arches.

-Not at all.
Here.

-Not at all.
Here.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.

[GROANING]

[SIGH]

Now.

-Well, um, Mr.
Grant said that you

had some slight legal problem?

-Yeah, sort of.

I-- it's-- it's kind of
hard to talk to a woman.

Oh, I-- I mean it's-- it's hard
to talk business to a woman.

-Well, you-- you mustn't
think of me as a woman.

You must think of
me as a lawyer.

-Yeah.

Well, uh-- uh, the fact is--

-Yes?

-Well, y-you see, uh,
uh, this case involves--

-Yes?

-Where was I?

-You were thinking
of me as a lawyer.

-Silly of me.

I was?

-Is this a, uh, a
criminal case, Mr. Castle?

-No.

Uh, I mean, not yet.

You see, I was in Nevada--
I uh, I was over on location

in Las Vegas-- there was
a friendly little dice

game between me and a
fellow called Harry Kallen.

-Oh.

Uh, how friendly?

-$60,000 friendly.

[AJ WHISTLING]

-Well, was the, uh, game honest?

-Mr. Kallen didn't
seem to think so.

-Oh.

Well, why not?

-Well, at the time, m
didn't have the $60,000

and he got a little
exercise, naturally.

So I signed a note,
and now it's past due.

So--

-Mr. Castle, in Nevada,
gambling debts are collectible.

-Oh yes.

-However, in the case of
Sunshine Parlor versus McHenry

the California courts
ruled such debts

are not collectible
in this state.

When you signed this note,
was it, uh, witnessed?

-No.

-All right.

Well, then I think
we may logically

presume that no exchange
of benefits occurred.

You may or may not feel morally
obligated to repay this Mr?

-Kallen.

-Kallen?

-Mm, hm.

-Uh, but I don't believe
that this would come

within the compass
of a court action,

even in the State of Nevada.

So it is my opinion that really
have nothing to worry about.

-Oh, ha, ha, ha, but you
don't know Mr. Kallen.

He has friends with guns.

-Oh.

Well, what about the police?

-Like I said, you
don't know Mr. Kallen.

-I see.

Well, why are you
hesitating to make the--

-Well, I don't have the $60,000.

Well, not that I'm extravagant.

As you can see, I'm a
man of very simple taste,

but in these days, every
little thing adds up.

So I-- I thought maybe you
could have a little conference

with Mr. Kallen and, uh,
reach some sort of settlement.

-Well, I certainly
think it's worth a try.

-Good.

What's your address?

We can fly to Vegas tonight.

My man will pick you up at 7:00.

-Fly to Ve--

-Is there any reason
why you can't make it?

-Well, I-- well,
I-- of course not.

I-- I-- of course there isn't.

Here's my address.

I'll, uh, try to be ready
on time, Mr. Castle.

And goodbye.

I hope our association
will be satisfactory

and mutually beneficial.

-Oh, yes.

-And Mr. Castle, I still don't
think you're slow on the draw.

[SPEAKING JAPANESE]

-What did he say?

-He says he'll pick
you up at 7:00.

-Hi, Alice.

-Hi.

-Well, that's what I
like about this room.

It always looks lived in.

Come on.

Let's not milk this gag now.

Let's go.

Whew!

Oh, you'd think a
couple of gals like us

could afford more
luxurious quarters.

Oh, but I guess we'd rather
put our paychecks on our backs.

-Uh, would you hand me that
sweater, Alice, please?

Thank you.

-Don't think I'm psychic
AJ, but are you, by chance,

going somewhere?

-Las Vegas.

-Las Vegas?

You?

-Mm, hm.

Just for overnight.

It's a business conference.

I'm going with a client.

Incidentally, Mr. Grant
recommended me to him.

-Oh, a him.

A suit or suing?

Married or single?

Come on, give me the details.

-The relationship between
attorney and client

is one of strictest confidence.

Now look, would you get my,
uh, nail polish, please?

-Well, who have you
got more confidence

in than your roommate?

What kind of a case is it?

-Um, my stockings, too, huh?

-Oh, loosen up, AJ.

What sort of a guy is he?

-Here.

You know, I kind of like
your new, short haircut.

-Don't change the subject.

I was trying to-- you do?

Well, the girls at the shop said
since I cut my hair so short

I don't look like a
little old lady anymore.

-No?

-Nope.

I look like a little
old man, now, don't I?

[BUZZER RINGING]

-Oh, Alice, would get the
buzzer for me, please?

-Mm, hm.

Hello.

IGNACIO (ON INTERCOM): A Mr.
Castle said to come here.

Lady take to the airport.

-How is that again, please?

IGNACIO (ON INTERCOM):
Mr. Castle car here.

-Speak English.

IGNACIO (ON INTERCOM):
Waiting in car downstairs.

You hurry up very quick.

-OK.

She'll be right there.

Strict confidence, huh?

And with a foreign accent.

-Oh, well, that
couldn't have been him.

That must have his chauffeur.

-Chauffeur?

Well!

Say, who is this client?

-Well, if you won't say
anything, it's Ben Castle.

-Ben Ca-- uh!

Uh!

Well, I'd better help you pack!

Oh!

Say, you'd better take
your bathing suit!

Boy!

And I will be-- wait a minute!

What am I saying?

You're going to Las Vegas
with Wild Ben Castle?

-Look, I need those things.

Now, come on.
Give me a hand.

Give me a hand.

Oh listen, Alice.

Not me.

That thing there.

Come on.

-Well, you better listen
to your Aunt Alice.

I've heard plenty about that
guy down at the beauty parlor.

Every dame in
Southern California

has been out with him.

-All I know, he's been a
perfect gentleman with me.

And besides, it's
just a business trip!

-Yeah?

Well, you've got an
awful lot of stuff

in there for just
an overnight hop.

-Well, I don't know what
I'll be called upon to do.

-That's what I mean.

-Oh, Alice!

Goodbye.

-Now wait a minute.

I'm telling you, AJ, you
take care of yourself.

Watch that cowboy.

He's got a way with women.

-Oh, my briefcase, briefcase.

-Yeah, and you take
care that he doesn't

forget that you're a lawyer.

-Coat!

Coat!

-Yeah, you take
care of that coat.

It's mine, you know?

Wow!

Wild Ben Castle!

It should happen to me.

Well, I--

-I suppose you're the party
Ben's taking to Las Vegas

tonight.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

I-- I, uh-- I was hunting
for a different girl.

-Oh, no.

I think you might
be hunting for me.

I'm AJ Furnival, Mr.
Castle's attorney.

-Oh, yeah.

Sure.

Glad to meet you.

I'm, uh, Steve Hall, his pilot.

-Oh.

Oh, aren't we going on
a commercial flight?

-No.

I'm, uh, taking you in my ship.

Ben likes to travel in style.

Tonight he's traveling in
better style than unusual.

-Oh, thank you.

-Well, hello, honey.

How are you?

-Good evening, Mr. Castle.

Will it be the usual
accommodations?

-Why, shucks, Barney.

You know I don't need
nothing but a fence post

to tie my [INAUDIBLE] to.

And a piece of dry ground
to throw my bed roll on.

In the morning, of course, I
may need a little breeze wood

to cook up a mess of flap jacks.

-Uh, yeah.

-Ah.

-Oh, uh--

-Oh, you won't need
to register miss.

I'll just put down
Mr. Castle and party.

-Oh, but don't you
think I should?

I mean-- uh, I don't know the
municipal code of Las Vegas.

But, uh, most cities have
a section to Los Angeles.

47.01, which requires that
every hotel guest register.

Uh, of course, unless
they're, uh, man and wife.

Ha, ha.

-Ha, ha.

-What?

-Uh, Miss Furnival
happens to be my attorney.

-Oh, well, in that case.

May I help you?

-Mr. Castle's key.

-Very good, sir.

-Oh, uh, Mr. Castle.

-Hm?

-If you were planning on
entertaining any friends

in the hotel this
weekend, uh, remember,

hotel furniture costs money too.

-Why sure man.

Go along, boy.

-Oh, Mr. Castle, can we
have your autograph, please?

-Why, sure.

-We heard you were in Las Vegas.

-Oh, please, Mr. Castle.

-You're such a convincing actor.

-Well, thank you, honey.

-Oh, it is Ben Castle!

-Yes.

-Hey, where's your
gun, Strupalon?

-Smile when you
say that, partner.

-My, this is very attractive.

-Yeah, it'll sort of shelter ya
from the winds off the prairie.

You uh, you bed in
there, little gal.

-Oh, fine.

-Give me the key.

I'll, uh, I'll fend
for myself, boy.

-Oh, Mr. Castle, if you
don't mind, not boy.

-Hm?

-Uh, don't call me boy.

-Oh, well, sure.

Sure anything your say, son.

-You know, young lady, I just
come out here from Vermont.

That Mr. Castle,
he's the first movie

star I've ever seen close to.

-Oh, really?

-Yep.

And he's just as natural off
the screen as he is on it.

Well, I'll put
this in the closet.

OPERATOR (ON PHONE): Operator.

-Honey, this is Ben Castle.

OPERATOR (ON PHONE):
Oh, yes, Mr. Castle.

-Uh, honey, you know, you've
got an awfully sweet voice.

Are you married?

OPERATOR (ON PHONE):
Yes, I am, Mr. Castle.

-Oh.

Well, say hello to
your husband for me.

And honey, uh, could
you get me one of those

drive yourself cars?

You know, uh, a convertible?

OPERATOR (ON PHONE):
Yes, sir, Mr. Castle.

-Ah, ha, ha.

Uh, do you know
if Harry Kallen's

around the hotel tonight?

OPERATOR (ON PHONE): I
put a call through to him

in the Golden Horseshoe room a
little while ago, Mr. Castle.

-Thanks, honey.

Oh, uh-- oh, I-- I-- I keep
a-- a sort of a wardrobe

here with the management.

You see, I-- whenever I'm
away from Hollywood, I-- I--

I got to wear this get up.

It's-- it's in my contract.

I-- I can't help it.

-My, you look beautiful.

-Hm?

-Uh, I mean, lovel-- fine.

-Oh, you-- you like it?

Really?

-Mm, hm.

-Oh, I think this
is not too bad.

It's uh, ha, ha.

It's got my initials here.

See, BC?

And there.

My name's on the back.

See?

Ben Castle.

It's kind of cute, huh?

Ha, ha, ha.

Uh, what's, uh-- oh, well
I, uh, I bed down in there.

-Mm, hm.

-Well, you see, it--
it's all one cottage.

And-- and I-- I
always, I-- well,

I mean, I-- I usually--
well, if you'd rather,

I-- I can make
different arrangements.

-No, no.

That's-- that's quite all right.

I-- I-- I trust you.

-You do?

-Implicitly.

[LOCK ENGAGED]

[LOCK UNENGAGED]

[LOCK ENGAGED]

[LOCK UNENGAGED]

[LOCK ENGAGED]

[LOCK ENGAGED]

-Come in.

Oh, it's unlocked.

-Yeah, so it is.

I, uh, I lost count.

Ha, ha, ha.

Well, I-- I forgot to tell ya,
Kallen's in the dining room.

So any time that
you're ready, why--

-Oh.

Well, if you'll just give
me, uh, about 10 minutes.

-Yeah, sure.

Say, maybe you better keep
this thing locked, at that.

You know this is still
pretty wild country.

-(WITH A DRAWL) You mean the
West is still pretty wild,

Sheriff?

-No, I mean there's still a lot
of wolves in them there hills,

gal.

[HOWLING]

-Good evening.

-Mr. Kallen's table, please.

-Yes, sir.

-Hello, Harry

-'Bout time you showed up.

-Yeah.

I-- I want you to meet my
attorney, Miss Furnival.

-How do you do.

-AJ Furnival.

-AJ Furnival?

-Yeah, her name is Abigail
Jane, but everybody

calls her [CHUCKLING] AJ.

-Nice to know you,
Miss Furnival.

Won't you sit down?

Why did you have
to bring a lawyer?

-Well, um, I understand that
Mr. Castle has given you a note.

And I'm here to--

-I don't need a lawyer to tell
me that his note is no good.

-Well, in that case, I--

-And I'm quite sure that Ben
wouldn't feel comfortable

if he didn't pay
his gambling debts.

-Well, I-- I want to
do what's right, Harry.

-And I want you to, Ben.

WAITER: Mr. Kallen.

-Thank you.

Ricky.

I'm afraid you'll
have to excuse us.

We've just found out that
there's someone in town

that we don't want to run into.

It's funny.

There's always people that
you don't want to see.

Isn't that so, Ben?

You didn't want to have
to see me, did you?

-Not really, no.

-But Mr. Kallen,
uh, I would like

to discuss my client's problem.

Perhaps we-- we might reach a--
a-- a settlement of some kind.

-Yes, perhaps we could.

I'll be back here about
2 o'clock in the morning.

It'll be quieter then.

And it's been nice meeting
you, Miss, uh, AJ Furnival?

-That's right.

-Well, have fun.

Enjoy yourselves.

It's a short life.

-Now how come a nice girl like
you, who should be having fun,

is wasting her life died
down to a lot dull law books

and mortgages and,
um, habeuses corpuses,

or whatever you call 'em?

-Well, it's very
easy to explain.

My-- my father wanted a boy.

-He did?

-Mm, hm.

-He must be pretty stupid.

-We-- ha!

[SIGH]

-Well, uh, would you like dance?

-I'd love to.

-Ah.

-Hi, Mr. Castle.

Uh, I figured you'd
want the usual-- two

Ben Castle specials.

-Uh, well, thanks, Irene.

Just put 'em on the table, huh?

Ah, this is more like it.

-Mm, hm.

You know, it's kind of funny.

-What?

-About me and the law.

-Listen, you can
take it from me,

there's nothing
funny about the law.

-No.

No, you just said,
because I was a lawyer

I-- I wasn't able to
really enjoy myself.

-Uh, huh.

-And I was thinking that if I
hadn't studied my Blackstone,

and, uh, you hadn't
needed counsel,

you wouldn't have hired me, and
we wouldn't be in Las Vegas.

And I wouldn't be dancing with
Ben Castle, enjoying myself.

-Yeah, well, I-- I guess
that could make some logic.

-I'll bet you wish this was
a square dance, don't you?

-Me?

A square dance?

-Well, you know, like the
one you did in Danger Pass.

I saw it in Westwood last week.

-Danger Pass?

-Uh, huh.

-Oh, Danger Pass.

Let's see now, whose side
was I on in that one?

The cattlemen or
the sheep herders?

-Oh, don't you remember?

Well, it-- it was you
against four or five outlaws.

And-- and just before
the end of the picture

there was a great big fight.

And--

-There always is.

-And after the fight, why, you
and the rancher's daughter-- I

think her name was
Jenny, wasn't it?

-It always is.

-Well, you both walked to
the edge of the canyon.

And she looked up
at you and said,

because of you, everything
will be different tomorrow.

-Sure, sure.

I remember now.

And then I said, uh, that's one
thing about the West, Jenny.

The West is tomorrow.

-That's right.

You know, uh, you know,
there was something

in that scene that
sort of puzzled me.

-What?

-Um, well.

Um, you-- you were sitting so
close to her, and-- and you--

you sort of took her hand and,
uh, and then you said, uh--

-How about going for a
ride in the moonlight?

-How about going for--

-Say, I-- I rented a car.

It'd be kind of
silly to waste it.

-Come to think of
it, that's right.

-Here's two more of the same.

Well, what's the
matter, Mr. Castle?

You're a little behind
schedule tonight.

-Oh, I-- I wouldn't
say that, Irene.

Well, on your left, ladies and
gentlemen, we see Hoover Dam.

It's one of the largest
structures in the world,

an engineering fete unparalleled
in the history of mankind.

Besides, it has a
might pretty view.

You want to take a
look at it, don't you?

-Well, that's what we
came for, isn't it?

I don't know.

It makes you feel
so insignificant.

-Yeah, it does.

But not you.

You're mighty significant
to me in this moonlight.

-Moonlight is-- it's wonderful.

It's so mysterious
and so romantic.

-Romantic?

[SIGH]

AJ, did anybody
ever tell you that--

-What?

-I said--

-What?

-I said-- You know I, I
never kissed a lawyer before.

-Mm, hm?

-No.

-How was it?

-Well, uh, I just happened to
think that kissing a lawyer

might bring along a long
string of consequences.

-I'm not interested
in consequences.

-Well, you should be.

Why?

-Well, what would be
the legal consequences

if a-- if a guy should
take a girl in his arms

in the moonlight
and-- and kiss her?

And there was nobody around
for miles and miles and miles?

-No, no witnesses?

-That's right.

No witnesses.

And suppose this guy
that we'll call, uh--

-The party of the first part.

-Yeah, yeah.

The party.

Well, suppose-- suppose this
guy should say to the girl,

I love you.

And, uh, suppose the girl should
look up to the guy and say--

-I think I love you, too.

-And-- and then, suppose the
guy should say to the girl,

will you marry me?

What would her answer be?

-Yes.

-Yes?

-Yes.

-You know he-- he took the
words right out of my mouth.

Well, there he is AJ.

Don't you think I ought to wait
here while y-y-you talk to him

alone?

You know, the direct
approach, man to man.

I mean, uh, woman, you know.

Well, you know what I mean.

-I-- I-- I know what you mean.

Darling.

-Hm?

-For luck.

-Oh, yeah, sure.

-Dear friend, there's
one thing I want to know.

Do you really like this girl?

-Do I re-- well,
sure I like her.

-Oh, hello.

-Hello.

-This is my office.

Won't you sit down?

-Thank you.

-Ricky.

-Well, let's get on
with it, shall we?

-You know, that sounded
exactly like your father.

-My father?

Did-- did you know my father?

-Yeah.

Swell guy.

Fine attorney.

He represented me many times.

I heard he had some financial
trouble a few years ago.

I should have stepped in
then, but I put it off.

And then it was too late.

-Well, that's right, but
how-- how did you know?

-I find it pays to
check with people

that I'm about to
do business with.

I have friends in Los
Angeles so I checked.

But my friends in Los Angeles,
uh, left out something.

They didn't tell me
anything about this.

-Oh.

Well, uh, I just
got this, tonight.

-The cowboy?

-Mm, hm.

KALLEN: He's a lucky guy.

The more I think of it,
he's a very lucky guy.

Excuse me.

I want to congratulate
the groom.

Well, congratulations, Ben.

-Congratulations?

For what, Harry?

-You just got
married, didn't you?

-Oh, that..

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

-Under the
circumstances, I think

I ought to give you
a wedding present.

You can forget that $60,000 Ben.

I'll tear up the note.

Good luck, Mrs. Castle.

And if the cowboy turns out to
be the wrong kind of a husband,

you know where to find me.

-Well, this time you've
really surpassed yourself.

Of all the cheap, dirty,
lowdown, double-crossing--

-What?

-I said double-crossing.

-Wait a minute.

Steve, what are
you trying to say?

-Nothing.

I think I've already said it.

-Wait.

I don't believe I
quite understand.

-Forget it.

Just sour grapes.

-I, uh, I wouldn't pay attention
to the Bird Man, if I were you.

-Well, then why don't you
explain to me what he means,

Ben?

-Me?

Well, I haven't
the vaguest idea.

-Well, I, uh, I think
I'm beginning to get one.

You knew, all the time.

You knew all the time that
there was some past connection

between my father and
Harry Kallen, didn't you?

-Well, when Mr. Grant
suggested you as an attorney,

he-- he might possibly
have mentioned it.

-Did he, uh, suggest
that you marry me, too?

-Oh, no.

That was my idea.

-Yes, I'm certain it was.

Steve, take me back
to Los Angeles.

-AJ, now wait a minute.

You got to l-look
at it from my side.

-Fill it up again and mix
one for yourself, boy.

-Now, don't call me boy.

-Hm?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, fill it up anyway.

-Well, I don't know
if I should, cowboy.

-Uh, don't-- don't
call me cowboy.

I'm not a-- you know, I'm
going to celebrate my wedding.

I just got married, you know.

I-- I'm going to celebrate,
even if I haven't got a wife.

-Well, here's luck, cowboy.

-Yes.

I said, please don't
call me cowboy.

You know, she walked on me.

She's a-- my wife,
I'm telling ya.

Very nice girl, and
pretty smart too.

She could say I wasn't the
right kind of a guy for her.

-Oh, take it easy, cowboy.

-Now, you mind.

Please don't call me cowboy.

I'm not a-- don't
call me cowboy.

-Sure, sure.

Anything you say, son.

-Shh!

I'm asleep.

-Oh, Alice, I'm sorry.

-Well, I certainly didn't
expect you home at this hour.

Must have been a
short conference.

-Yeah.

Well, prepare
yourself for a shock.

It wasn't just a conference.

-Huh?

He married you?

Castle?

Well, congratulations!

I think it's just wonderful, AJ.

I never would have believed it.

You and he.

But, uh, uh, your here and--
and you just got married.

And, uh, shouldn't the
groom be around somewhere?

-His marrying me was just
a planned, cheap trick.

He's a cynical,
egotistical, movie star!

Thank heavens I discovered it
before I fell in love with him.

-Oh, sure.

Before you fell in love.

But you're married him.

-Huh?

-Well, all right.

Maybe he wasn't
on the up and up.

But nobody twisted your arm
and forced you to say yes,

did they?

Do-- do you remember me?

I'm the girl that tried to
warn you about that cowboy.

Hm!

And whose fault is it?

Whose fault is it
if you didn't read

all the fine print
in the contract?

-Look, I don't want to
talk about it anymore.

Besides, I'm going to get
an annulment tomorrow.

-An annulment?

Oh, gee whiz!

An annul-- why?

I know you pretty well, AJ.

And you never would have married
him unless you loved him.

What' the matter, honey?

Are you too proud and
dignified to fight for him?

-Oh, he doesn't want a wife.

He doesn't need one.

What he needs is somebody
to grab hold of him

and make a man out of him.

-Well, don't they call
those things wives?

-What are you suggesting?

-Oh, nothing.

Uh, what do you
think of me in bangs?

What do you think?

-I couldn't do it.

-Maybe over one eye.

Hm?

-I don't care that
much about him.

-Do you want this all one sided?

-Are you suggesting that I live
in the same house with him?

-Some brides do.

-Well, not me.

My only hope is that
someday somebody

will make him as
miserable as he's made me.

-Don't you know, the one
way a woman can really

get even with a man
is by living with him?

-Good morning, Ignacio.

-Good morning, Missy.

Very nice see you again.

-Thank you, Ignacio.

You make me feel very welcome.

-Oh, yes.

Mr. Ben Castle give
us direct order.

Everybody welcome,
especially the young ladies.

-Oh, oh.

Oh, yes.

Uh, is Mr. Castle up yet?

-Oh, no.

Uh, boss, he still sleeping.

He come home very
late last night.

-Yes, I know.

Um, there's some luggage and
some law books out in my car.

Would you, uh, go out
and get them, please.

And put them in
the spare bedroom.

-Are you moving in here?

-Uh, well, you see.

Uh, this is my house now.

-Oh, you buy house?

-Oh, no.

Not exactly.

You see, Mr. Castle and I
were married last night,

and I am Mrs. Castle.

-Oh, no.

You go away.

Boss, he is still sleeping.

You go away.

You come back later.

-I'm sorry, Ignacio.

But I'm staying here.

I live here.

This is my house.

So if you'll be good enough
to go out and get my things

and bring them in, I'll
sort of look around

and, uh, make myself at home.

-Yes, Missy.

Yes, Mrs. um, Missy.

-To Ben, with all
my love, Linda.

Hm!

Are you the cook here?

-Mm, hm.

Name's Forbes.

-Well, how do you
do, Mrs. Forbes.

Is, uh, is breakfast ready?

-Cowboy's is.

-Where?

-Over there.

-Where?

-(SHOUTING) Right there!

He's usually thirsty
in the mornings.

Seven on the end.

Red queen on the black king.

-Well, while I'm
sort of, uh, waiting,

I may as well learn the
routine of the house.

The-- the laundry days, the
menus, and the, uh, monthly

accounts.

-Whose been talking to
you about my accounts?

-No one.

-You have no right to come in
here and accuse me of stealing!

-I didn't accuse you.

-If you're gonna be
that kind of a wife,

watching every penny, I'll--

-You'll quit?

-Yes, I will!

I had your type
spotted the minute

you came through the door!

Menus!

Accounts!

Believe you me, there isn't room
for two women in this house!

-Well, if that is your decision,
believe me, I heartily concur.

-Wait a minute!

You can't fire me!

-You are so right, because
you have just quit.

And we'll leave it
that way, shall we?

-Thank you, please.

Oh, excuse.

Poor Missy, poor, poor, Missy.

-Oh, what's the matter?

-Publicity man, he
call from studio.

He say Mr. Bergen very
angry when he find out you

and Mr. Ben Castle get married.

-Oh.

Mr. Bergen?

Who-- who is Mr. Bergen?

-He's A-number one
bossy at studio.

Have a very bad temper.

Publicity man say
you and Mr. Ben

Castle take picture
this afternoon.

-Oh, well, uh, we'll
be ready, Ignacio.

-You not ask Mr. Bergen
permission to get marry?

-Well, no.

-Oh, poor Missy.

Poor Mr. Castle!

Poor Ignacio!

[KNOCKING]

-Mr. Castle, your
breakfast is ready.

Mr. Castle!

Your breakfast is ready.

-Ah, put it in the bucket.

Oh, my head.

What did-- what did you
wake me so early for?

I didn't get to
bed till 7 o'clock.

Cl-- close the curtains.

Mrs. Forbes, close the curtains!

There's too much light in here.

-They are closed.

-They're closed?

Oh, they are?

Well, then-- then
keep 'em closed.

And Mrs. Forbes,
please don't let

anybody else in
this room all day.

Oh, who is now.

Will you please go away?

Please?

-(GIRLY VOICE) Mr. Castle, my
I have your autograph, please?

-Yeah, lo-- uh, I--
uh-- I-- autograph?

Autograph?

How did you get in?

Mrs. Forbes!

Ignacio!

Get these people out of here.

-Oh, but Mr. Castle, please
give me your autograph.

-Look!

Didn't your mother ever
tell ya that-- that-- I-- I

don't give autographs?

-I think you need to coffee.

-No, no.

I don't need any coffee.

What I need-- I
think, oh, all gone.

No that, I need
somebody to talk to.

You don't-- you don't know
what I did, do-- do ya?

Naw.

I got married.

-Yes, I know.

-That-- that's not
even the half of it.

My wife left me.

-But she's back, Ben.

[KNOCKING]

-Ya-- somebody else?

Well, what difference
can one more make?

[KNOCKING]

-Uh, come in.

-Mr. Castle!

I want a few words with you!

I think you should be informed
that I just received notice!

-Uh, hm?

-I just received notice!

-Notice?

But aren't you a little
too old for the draft?

-I'm not talking about
the draft , Mr. Castle.

I've just been discharged!

-Already?

But how-- how could
you be discharged

before you're drafted?

-Please try to understand
me, Mr. Castle!

-Mrs. Forbes, I am doing
the very best I can.

MRS. FORBES: I was
in the kitchen,

slaving my fingers to the
bone over a hot stove--

-Not so loud!

My head aches.

Look, uh, come back later, hm?

-Over a hot stove,
when your wife

came in and told me to get out!

Now look at here, cowboy.

I've been with you
for three long years,

and no gal is going
to come in this house

and tell me what to do.

Much less, fire me!

-It may interest you
to know, Mrs. Forbes,

that under the
law, the kitchen is

the special and peculiar
province of the wife.

As in the case of
Perkin versus Perkin.

Justice McCarthy ruled for the
plaintiff, Jennifer Perkins.

-Perkins?

I've never heard of them.

-And granted her
full jurisdiction

in the matter of dismissing
domestic employees.

-Ah.

That's right, that's the law.

Perkins versus Pickles.

-So I suggest, Mrs. Forbes, that
you start packing, immediately.

-It may be a little
while before I can leave.

I've got a few things cooking!

[DOOR SLAMS]

[GLASS BREAKING]

-Ugh!

[SIGH]

Oh, it's noisy.

Where did everybody go, hm?

Oh, well, where's my breakfast.

It-- oh.

Huh!

Must be on the other side.

Oh, another one.

Must be lady's day.

Oh, how do you do?

Aw, you're married too, huh?

Whatever happened to my wife?

You know, the darnedest thing.

You see, I-- hey, say.

Well, that's funny.

I was just talking about ya.

I-- oh!

-Oh, what's the matter?

-Oh, you-- you should
have been here earlier.

It was a sell out.

-Harmony, would you send up
three cans of tomato juice,

a bottle of Worcestershire
sauce, some spirits of ammonia,

and two raw eggs?

-Pardon me.

[DOOR CLOSING]

-Caption, the cowboy
star with his two dearest

possessions, his
bride and his horse.

How's that sound to you, Ben?

-Oh, it's all right with
me if Pancho doesn't mind.

-One, two, three!

Got it.

-Whoa now.

Whoa, boy.

Take it easy.

-OK, now, Ben.

Let's get a couple of shots
with you in the saddle.

-Oh, no.

Not today, Jake.

After what I've been
through, I can't take it.

-Ah, but your fans expect it.

We'll get Sam to help
you on the horse.

-To help him?

What does he mean, help him?

Why, in his last picture, the
Sheriff of Dead Man's Gulch,

he jumped from the second
story, right onto Pancho's back!

Didn't you?

-Well, uh, no not exactly.

That-- that was my double.

-What?

-Well, you might as well know
it right away, I hate horses.

Uh, this is Sam Taylor, Abigail.

He's Pancho's stable mate.

He's what Ben Castle
should be, a real cowboy.

-How do you do, Sam?

-Glad to know you, ma'am.
-Yes, sir.

A real cowboy.

Bow legged, born in the
saddle, chews tobacco.

Well, let's get
this over with, Sam.

Hold on to him, Jake.

Don't let him go.

You know what a beast he is.

All right, Sam.

Hold on to me.

Don't let me go, now.

-I won't.

-Wait, ho!

-Up.

-Take it easy, Pancho.

That's it.

I'm not gonna hurt ya.

Oh, I-- I made it.

Ha, ha.

All right, Abigail.

-One, two, three.

Got it.

-OK.

Now Mrs. Castle, a shot of
you on Pancho on back of Ben.

It will give us a
different angle.

-Oh, no.

It's crowded enough
up here all ready.

-It will make a good shot.

Turn the horse around, Sam.

-Now, look.

Nothing fancy.

-I'll help you up.

-All right.

-Well, now, take it easy.

Hold on.

-Come on, smile, Ben.

Look happy.

Look at Pancho, he's smiling.

-Can't I look sad
in this picture?

I'd feel happier that way.

Oh, well.

All right, Abigail.

-One, two, three.

Got it.

-Mr. Castle!
Mr. Castle!

Newspaper man, he come.

The are fighting.

-Oh, oh, I got to
get outta here.

-What's the matter?
Where are you going?

-The reporters are here.

Help me down.

Hold me.

Hold me.

-What about me?

-Now, listen, Mrs. Castle,
you're new to all this so

don't say much.

Let me and Ben do the talking.

They're only interested
in the cowboy.

You just happen to
be married to him.

-Oh, there he is.

-Howdy boys.

-Hiya, Ben.

Congratulations.

-Thank ya, kindly.

Kind of nice of ya to
pay us this little visit.

Come on, I want ya to meet
my new little filly, Abigail.

Honey, meet my good
friends of the press.

Well, go on.

Say howdy.

-Howdy.

-Same here.
-Say, Ben.

How did you two happen
to get acquainted?

-Well, it was this
a way, partner.

I hired her to represent me
in a little legal matter.

-Legal matter?

-Yeah.

-Are you a lawyer, Mrs. Castle?

-I was AJ Furnival.

I had offices in Beverly Hills.

-Furnival?

Arthur Furnival's daughter?

-That's right.

-This is an angle.

Get your camera over here, Phil.

Solo shots of Mrs. Castle.

She'll take a mighty
pretty picture, too.

Do you mind getting out of
the picture, Ben, please?

-Huh?

REPORTER: I said, would you
mind getting out of the picture,

please?

-Oh, no.

No, no, no.

-Mrs. Castle, what do you
think of the Barton case?

-Oh, I think it's an
open and shut case.

There was a similar case before
the Supreme Court last April.

Uh, the majority opinion
by the chief justice,

six associates---

-You ever consider
going into politics?

AJ: Oh, no.

REPORTER: How do you think
a career and home will mix?

[CLEARING THROAT]

REPORTER: How about
some domestic stuff

on the inside of the
house with Mrs. Castle?

-Great idea.

Come on, Denny.

I need you.

-Oh, uh, you too, Ben.

We may need you.

-Well, if you don't
think I'll be in the way.

-Well, I got to hand
it to you, cowboy,

you really lassoed quite a girl.

-Yeah, well, that's
just the kind

of a prairie flower I've
always been looking for.

-Yeah?

Huh!

You could have fooled me.

-Oh, I sewed a few
wild oats, maybe.

But shucks, that
don't mean nothing.

-Put the cowboy hat
on, Mrs. Castle.

Now smile.

-Thank you, Mrs. Castle.

Now we'd like a few
shots on the terrace.

-Good idea.

I'll round up some props.

-Quite a joint he's got here.

-Just as he always says,
nothing too good for the cowboy.

-There, it almost is ready
now, Mr. Harris, See?

-Well, boys, here I am.

-Yeah.

What can we have
her do now, Jake?

-Oh, there must
be a million shots

we can get out here
on the terrace.

Uh, let's see.

How about one of her sitting
on a couch reading a magazine?

-Hey, how 'bout that?

-Mr. Castle.

-Yeah.

-I haven't finished packing yet.

There's been some
telephone calls.

Old friend.

-Uh, well, never mind that
right now, Mrs. Forbes.

-I'll tell her you'll
call back later.

-Ben?

-Hm?

-How about putting a little
romance in these shots?

Know what I mean?

-Yeah, sure.

Well, I don't mind
if Abby doesn't.

Do you, Abby?

-No.

I don't mind at all.

-After all, she's my wife.

REPORTER: Yeah, that's right.

-That's right, I'm his wife.

-Yeah.

Well.

-Uh, no Ben.

Kiss her.

[CLEARING THROAT]

-Got it!

-My boy!

That's my boy!

-All right, all right.

That ought to be enough for you.

Let's give 'em a break.

-They've all gone.

-Yeah.

You know, it's, uh--
it seems a shame

to let a fire like
this go to waste.

-Yes.

It's a very good one.

-Yeah.

You, uh, you like
the chuck wagon food?

-Mm, hm.

Do you?

-That's the only thing
about the West I do like.

[LISTENING TO MUSIC]

-Turn it off.

-Hm?

-Turn off the radio.

-Mm.

-Don't you, uh, remember that?

-Hm?

-You don't remember that song?

-No.

-Well, that, uh, that was out
of your picture Deadwood Dick.

-Yeah, sure.

-Would you, uh,
would do me a favor?

-Yeah, sure.

Anything.

-Would you sing it for me?

-Now?

Uh, well, I, uh,
I don't remember

that-- that song very well.

That, uh-- after all, that--
that was a long time ago,

you know.

-Aw, please.

Please.

-Well, uh, I have
to get my guitar.

Ignacio, come here.

Put on the record.

Now, uh, I want you to
close your eyes, little gal

and try to use your imagination.

Hm?

[CLEARING THROAT]

[RECORD STARTS]

[LIP SYNC - EMIL NEWMAN, "NO
MORE WANDERIN' AROUND"]

(WHISPERING) Louder.

Louder.

[LIP SYNC IN DOUBLE TIME]

-He like to join in sometimes.

Ha, ha.

[LIP SYNC - EMIL NEWMAN, "NO
MORE WANDERIN' AROUND"]

[TURNING OFF RECORD PLAYER]

-I guess I should have
told you about it.

I don't do my own
singing in pictures.

You see, I-- I just pretend.

And then they get another
guy, and they-- they--

they dub in his
voice and guitar.

Ha.

It's-- it's not that
I don't like music,

it's just that I-- I--
I can't carry a tune.

-Somebody else rides Pancho.

Somebody else sings for you.

Isn't there anything that
you can do for yourself?

-Yeah, well--

[BACKGROUND COMMOTION]

WOMAN: Hey, here they are,
everybody, the newlyweds.

Here they are.

Hey, what's she got
that I haven't got, hm?

-However did she do it?

-This is her, isn't it?

-Yes.

-Hello, honey.

-Abby, uh, these are
some friends of mine.

I-- I want you to
meet my wife, Abigail.

-Abigail?

-How do you do.

-Hey, that calls for a drink.

-Yeah, come on.

-Oh, no!

Will you look at what I found.

Ha, ha.

He's been giving her
the old record routine.

-Oh, no.

-You played it
for me that night,

down by the swimming pool.

Remember, Ben?

WOMAN: I remember the
night the needle got stuck.

WOMAN: Tell me, how did
you meet the little lady?

-He's a liar.

-Never mind.

Hey, you haven't
forgotten, you, uh,

promised me a part
in next picture?

-Listen, honey, I never went
back on a promise on you, yet.

And I don't intend to start now.

-Hey, let's all
go to the Macambo.

What do you say?
-Oh, that's a great idea.

Yeah.

-They have a new singer there.

You'd like her, Ben.
[PHONE RINGING]

-She's just your type.

BEN: Look, uh, you--
you all run on ahead.

I'll-- I'll join you a
bit late at the place.

-OK, Ben.

But hurry up, will ya?

-We'll be waiting for you.

IGNACIO: It's the
studio, Mr. Castle.

BEN: Oh.
Tell them I'll call back later.

-But this a J. Norman Biggen.

-Big-- oh, Bergen, yeah.

Hello.

Hello, JN.

I-- I can't talk
to you right now.

I'm sorry.

Yes, JN.

Yes, Mr. Bergen.

Yes, sir, I know what
my contract says.

Yeah, I-- I'll see
you in the morning.

No, no.

I-- I don't think I can
bring my lawyer with me.

I don't, uh-- hey,
wait a minute.

Wait a minute, maybe I can.

JN, you're absolutely right.

That's the thing to do.

I'll see you in the morning.

Now remember, AJ, he's a
man with a very strong will,

a very determined nature,
and he irritates very easily.

Besides all that, he's my boss.

-If you would prefer
another counsel.

-Oh, no, no, no.
Now you stay where you are.

I'll see if I can round him up.

I sure hope this is
one of his good days.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

SAM: We'll work on him
out here, Mr. Bergen.

-Oh, hello, Sam.

-Howdy.

-Hello, Pancho.

-Some horse, eh?

-Yes, he certainly is.

He's the most valuable
actor in Apex Allied.

-Oh?

-You know how many people
paid to his picture last year?

25 million.

[SNORTING]

-That's it, you talk to him.

-Mr. Bergen!

Where are ya?

[BLEATING]

Yeah, I can hear ya,
but where are ya?

[BLEATING]

Stop mumbling.

Where all ya?

-Well!

I see that you two have
already gotten together.

-This woman with you?

-Well, in a way, JN.

Sometimes.

Uh, she's my wife.

-Your wife?

Well, what's she doing here?

I told you to bring a lawyer.

-Well, she's also my lawyer.

-Right now, I'm,
uh, just his lawyer.

-Well, since you
managed to find out

how I feel about your
client, here's his contract.

Do I tear it up, or do you?

-On what grounds?

-Grounds?

-Mm, hm.

-Ha, take a look at it.

You'll find plenty of grounds.

Paragraph 33, he
can't get married

without permission
of the studio!

-Mr. Bergen, uh, I'm
afraid that you'll

find that these are very,
uh, unusual clauses.

And I doubt that they will stand
the test of a court action.

-I'll take that chance.

-Telephone call for
you, Mr. Castle.

-Thank you, but--

AJ: Oh, uh, go ahead, Ben.

I-- I'm almost finished
with Mr. Bergen.

-But, AJ, shouldn't I stay?

After all, uh, it
is my contract.

-It was your contract.

-Tomorrow morning,
I shall file suit

on behalf of my client
against Apex Allied

Studios for the sum of $150,000.

-What?

-I feel confident the courts
will, uh, sustain such

an action for
breach of contract.

And award damages
to the plaintiff.

-Well, he's the one that
broke the contract, not me.

-Hm.

What about clause 17?

-What about clause 17?

-"The corporation will give
the artist," that's Ben,

"solo star credit above
the title of each picture."

-He's had it.

-"And," uh, "in all paid
advertising and publicity.

Furthermore, no other
member of the cast

may appear in the
same size of type

as large as that accorded
the name of the artist."

Mm, hm.

That's what it says.

Uh, did you notice this
over here, Mr. Bergen?

There are two names
above the title.

-But that's Pancho's name.

He's a horse.

-But, uh, his name is
the same size as Ben's.

As a matter a fact, I think
it's a little bit larger.

But he's an animal,
not an actor.

-Didn't you tell me
just a few moments ago

that Pancho was
the most valuable

actor you had in your studio?

-All right.

All right.

I'm stuck with that no talent
cowboy for another 40 weeks.

But when his next
option comes up,

it's gonna drop with a thud!

-Sure.

Sure.

An-- any time at all.

That's fine.

Yeah.

Swell.

Bye.

Hey, AJ, we got to get
back to town right away.

-Yes, but there's something
I want to tell your, first.

Mr. Bergen and I have just
torn up your contract.

-Oh, swell.

Everything happens
to me at once.

-Now we've-- we've
reached a new agreement.

-But that caller was
Harry Kallen on the phone.

He's in town.

He might drop in on us and,
if with you weren't there.

-Sorry I won't be there.

-You can't do this to me.

What's the good of
saving my career

if you won't save my neck?

-Hey you are, Mrs. Castle.

Notes on what we
agreed to, and a check

as an advance
against Ben's salary.

-Thank you.

Thank you, very
much, Mr. Bergen.

-You know, you're not as smart
a lawyer as I thought you were.

I'd have given her $75,000
advance, instead of $60,000.

-Well, $60,000 will
be quite sufficient.

Well, here's your contract.

And if Mr. Kallen is really in
town, you can give him this.

Now that all of your
problems are solved,

you don't need a lawyer.

And I'm sure you
don't want a wife.

So why don't you give a big
party tonight and celebrate!

-But-- look, AJ, I
don't want to celebrate.

I want you.

It isn't only because of Kallen.

You-- wait a minute.

How am I gonna get home?

-Pancho's in there.

Ride 'em, cowboy!

-What's this?

-Oh, that's a picture of me when
I won a bathing beauty contest.

-What year was it?

-Uh, 1922.

-And what's this?

-That?

That's me when I
graduated charm school.

[SIGH]

-Oh, there I go, fogging
up your glasses again.

[DOOR OPENING]

Well, hel-- hello, AJ.

-Hello.

-Oh, uh, we were kind of, uh,
we were sort of-- you're back?

-I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

-Oh, perish the thought.

Uh, this is-- oh, this
is Austin Tisdale.

-How do you do?

-How do you do.

-AJ, uh, he assistant
cashier, uh, at my bank.

They sent him over to
check up on my account.

They think I got more
liabilities than assets.

Isn't that right, Austin?

-Well, uh, in a way.

-Yeah.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Yeah, oh here.

-Oh, Alice!

Wait a minute!

Don't answer that.

-Why?

-I-- I think that's,
uh, one of my clients.

And I don't want to talk to him.

-You mean it's--

-Yeah.
-And you don't wanna--

-No.

-Well, gee whiz.

Why not?

-Because he misrepresented
the facts and I

walked out on the case.

-Ain't it a little late?

-Well, no.

But I-- I found out in time.

Now you just let that ring.

I'm going downstairs and
get law books out of my car.

-Oh, no.

Austin will get them for you.

It's a black coupe, the
oldest job on the street.

You can't miss it.

[PHONE RINGING]

Now you just tell Aunt
Alice what that cowboy did.

That thing is liable
to ring for hours.

-I hope it does.

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

-This place gets more like
the fire house every day.

[DOOR BELL RINGING]

Hello.

Hello.

If that's who I think
it is, I'm not at home.

[DOOR BELL RINGING]

-You're wasting
your time, cowboy.

Oh, how do you do?

STEVE: I'm looking for Miss
Furnival, uh, Mrs. Castle.

-Oh, well.

I'll have to see if she's
in and announce you.

Just a moment.

Hey, it's a man.

And a fresh one.

I'd better let him in.

Entree.

-Hi, Abby.

-Steve!

What are you're doing here?

-Well, I-- I just saw the
morning papers, and, uh, I--

-Oh, uh, this is my
roommate, Aunt Alice.

-How do you do?

The aunt part is just
a courtesy title.

-Hi, Aunt Alice.

Uh, here's a picture
of you with the cowboy

with only a horse between ya.

What gives?

-Why--

[DOOR BELL RINGING]

-You're wasting
your time, cowboy.

Oh, it's Austin.

-Hi.

-Oh, uh, Mr. Tisdale, Mr. Hall.

-How are you?

-How do you do?

Uh, I suppose you
got some plans, huh?

-Plans?

-Uh, did you come to fix
the toaster this morning?

-Well, no.

I fixed it last night,
don't you remember?

Today, I'm supposed to start
working on the alarm clock.

-Yeah.

-What are you're gonna do?

-Well, I plan to
stay her with Aunt

Alice for the rest of my life.

-Oh, but, you can't do that.

A girl like you needs a man to--

[ALARM RINGING]

-Well, I don't need Ben.

-But you'll want a home and
a-- and a guy who will--

[ALARM RINGING]

-- a guy who'll work
for you, make you happy.

-But Ben is not that kind.

-Who said anything about Ben?

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?

What?

Why, no.

Our phone is working perfectly.

Can't you hear it ring?

[ALARM RINGING]

You're Welcome.

-Well, I don't know.

It seems like I always try
to come in for a landing

when there's another
plane on the runway.

Well.

Oh, if you need somebody
to fly you to Reno,

you know where to find me.

-Mm, hm.

Thank you, Steve.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

-What can I do for you, cowboy?

-I thought I could save
you a trip up to my home.

So, uh, I brought--

-Well, I told you to
forget about paying this.

When you get married,
things changed.

-Things have changed back.

Abigail's not with me anymore.

-Why?

-Well, a lot of reasons.

-You look as though
you miss her, cowboy.

-I do.

It was all my fault, I guess.

I-- I've tried everything
I could think of.

-Well, there's always
some sort of an angle

that you can use on a woman.

-I thought I knew 'em all.

But what kind of
an angle can you

use on a woman who is
an attorney at law?

-Yes, you have a problem.

As matter of fact, I've
got a few of them, myself.

And your $60,000
can't help solve them.

Good night, cowboy.

-Thanks, Harry.

Harry?

[GUNSHOT]

SHOOTER: Cowboy, here's an angle
you could use on your wife.

-Operator, what?

Huh?

Operator, get me Mrs.
AJ Ben Castle Furnival

at Camp Kilgaren of San
Bernardino mountains.

Yeah, this is a matter of
life and death, mostly death.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, I'm so-- hello?

[KNOCKING]

CHIEF: Come in.

-Mrs. Castle.

-Hello, Uncle George.

-Kitten, darling.

-Uncle George?

-Yes.

Abby always calls me uncle.

I've known her ever since
she was a little girl.

Well, kitten.

I guess the boys have
told you that Ben,

here, is in pretty
serious trouble.

Harry Kallen's been
murdered, and his bodyguard

found Ben at the
scene of the crime.

He wouldn't even make a
statement without his lawyer.

So if you want to talk to
him alone, before, uh--

-I think I had better
confer with him alone.

-I hate to do this
to you, little gal.

I guess you don't stand a
chance of winning the case.

That's nonsense, Ben.

You didn't kill Harry Kallen.

-Of course not,
but, uh, but look--

look at the evidence against me.

I had a motive.

I owed him $60,000.

-But you had a check to pay him.

-Yeah, but he wouldn't
take it and he burned it.

And then the guy stepped
through the window and shot him.

-Well, you, you were
just a just a witness.

-Ah, but I picked up the gun.

And I was still holding
it when Ricky walked in.

-Oh, well, that's
still circumstantial,

and not too serious.

I do think you ought to have a
good criminal lawyer, though.

And a friend of my father's--

-Uh, uh.
No, No.

I don't believe
in changing horses

in the middle of the stream.

Mm, mm.

-But I-- I've-- well,
there's so little to go

on, and my experience
is very limited.

-Of course, if you're afraid
to tackle a criminal case.

-Why, that's ridiculous.

I'll have you
cleared in 24 hours.

They won't even
get an indictment.

-That's more like it.

That's my wife talking.

-Correction, that's
your lawyer talking.

Now just one more thing.

Would you recognize the killer
if you were to see him again?

-Well, I just got a
glimpse of him, but, yeah,

I guess I might.

-Good.

Uncle George?

-Abby, you know Mr. Hillman
from the DA's Office.

-Abby, how are you?

-Mr. Castle, Mr. Hillman.

-Mr. Castle.
-How are you?

[AJ CLEARING HER THROAT]

-Well, uh, let's get
on with it, shall we?

I've, uh, just had a
talk with my client,

and I'm not only convinced
of his innocence,

but, uh, I'm also in possession
of certain information

which will enable us to
produce the real killer

within 24 hours.

So if you will just release Ben.

-Release him?

He's our only suspect.

-Well, I, uh, could
wake up George Martins

and ask for a writ
of habeas corpus.

But then it would
be in all the papers

that you've been holding an
important person like Ben

without sufficient evidence.

-Sufficient evidence?

Ha!

Abby, he was found was
with the gun in his hand.

-I suppose you've, uh,
given him the paraffin test?

-Mm, hm.
-Oh, sure.

Kind of messy, too.

I've still got some of
it under my fingernails.

-Well, has he fired a
gun in the past 72 hours?

-No, but the paraffin
test isn't conclusive.

-Well, in addition, I can prove
that he had, in his possession,

a check to pay Harry
Kallen what he owed him.

-Fred, can she really build
a defense out of this?

-Her father would have.

-Well, Abby, if you do have any
information about the killer,

we'll run it down for you.

Huh, uh.

Just, uh, just give
us until morning,

and, uh, we'll bring in
the killer ourselves.

-If it's OK with you, Fred?

-Sure.

Send a couple of
the boys with 'em.

We won't be taking much risk.

-Abigail, the District
Attorney's Office seems to--

-Now wait a minute,
wait a minute!

It's entirely up to you, Chief.

Now you know it.

Mr. Castle is under
your jurisdiction.

-Oh, thank you, Uncle George.

Thank you, Fred.

You both have been
just wonderful.

Come on, Ben.

-Remember, you just
have four hours.

-Oh, that will be
quite sufficient.

That will do it.
Come on, Ben.

-Hold on, little gal.

I sure can't thank you
enough, Uncle George.

-Oh, Ben.

-Boys, stay with 'em.

Don't let 'em out of your sight.

And have 'em back
here at 2:00 AM.

-Yes, sir.

-Wait a minute.

Where do you think you going?

-Well, uh--

-Well, the Chief said we
could have four hours to--

-Yeah, with us as chaperones.

And in the police car.

-Oh, well, I--

-Oh, but we can't-- oh, Ben?

-What?

-Ben, help me.

-Abby, what is it?

What's happened?

-Oh!

Oh, I've been
having these spells.

And I-- I didn't
want to tell you.

-Tell me what?

-Well, the doctor
isn't sure yet, Daddy.

-Da-- da-- you mean?

Oh, that's impo-- Uh, I
mean that's-- that's almost

impossible.

-(WHISPERING) Get
rid of the cops.

-(WHISPERING) Yeah, sure.

Boys, boys, you got to help me.

-What's wrong, Mr. Castle?

-It's my wife.

It's our first.

I-- I feel kind of funny myself.

-Well, I know how you feel.

I've had five.
-Yeah, well, you should know.

-Water!

Water!

-I'll get it.

I'll get it!

-Water, water!

-Oh, I'm so hungry.

If only I had something to
eat, like, like, strawberries

and-- and pickles, or something.

-Well, I haven't got
any strawberries,

but I might have some
pickles in my lunch pail.

-Well, go look.
Will you please?

-Yeah, OK.

-Hey, hey!

They've gone.

Maybe he took her
to the hospital.

-Yeah.

That must be it.

-Hey, we could catch
up and clear a path.

-Oh, sure.

That would be a--

-Say, wait a minute.

-What's the matter?

-How long have those
two been married?

-Well, don't you remember?

It was in the papers just last--

-Yeah.

-How 'bout that?

We've been tricked.

Come on.

Let's get in the car.

-You weren't serious when
you told the Chief we

would bring the
killer in, were you?

-I--

-This is a pretty big town.

-I think I know where
we might get a lead.

-Strawberries and pickles.

Hm.

-So Kallen got his tonight, huh?

Ah, it figured.

-Well, uh, Mr. Kallen must
have had quite a few enemies.

-Enemies?

-Mm, hm.

-You want names?

Don't look at me.

You know I got a bad
memory for names.

-Yeah, me too.

-Boys, you don't understand.

This is Abigail Furnival,
Arthur's daughter.

You know, he did all
of us a few good turns.

I'd say, uh, Tony
Lomac was our pigeon.

-Uh, uh.

Lomac didn't do it.

I just finished bailing him out
of jail about 15 minutes ago.

Wait a minute.

What time was Kallen bumped off?

-Oh, uh, I reckon it
was a little after 8:00

-And Lomac was picked up
by the cops about 8:30.

You know, he could
have done it, at that.

Sure.

That's why he was in such a
big hurry to get out of town.

-To get out of town?

Where was he going?

-He called the
airport from my joint.

Something about hiring a
plane to get to Mexico.

-To Mexico.

Wh-where's the phone.

-Over there.

And he gave me
$1,000 for his bail.

I figured he was running
away from something

more than a traffic rap.

-You know, I-- I want to thank
you boys for what you're doing.

And I want you to know you're
helping an innocent man.

-What's that got to do with it?

-Well, nothing.

So long, fellas.

-Yes, that's right, Steve.

It's a plane
chartered for Mexico.

And it's due to
leave any minute,

and you've got to keep
it from taking off.

-Why?

What happened?

-Well, we're on
our way, right now.

OK.

Let's go.

-Dixon?

-Yeah?

-You flying that
plane to Mexico City?

-Yeah, why?

-Well, I'll tell ya.

-Why we going this way?

-Well, this is a
shortcut to the airport.

-Yeah?

Wait a minute.

What if we're after
the wrong guy?

I mean, how-- how can we
be sure that Lomac is the--

-Well, we won't know
until you see him.

Steve, where's the plane?

-It's that Cessna right
across from the hanger.

It's all revved up
and ready to take off.

-What about the, uh--
what about the passenger?

-Well, he hasn't shown up yet.
-Where's the pilot?

-Well, he's sort
of taken care of.

He's waiting on a
long-distance call.

-Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go.

-What's say?

-Anybody here?

-I guess we beat him, huh?

-Well, so far, so good.

-Is there some way that
we can signal somebody?

Huh?

-Well, I don't-- I
don't know about that.

Hey, we better duck.

Abby, duck!

-I chartered a plane
for Mexico City.

Is this it?

-Yeah, you're-- you're
the guy I'm waiting for.

Lock the door and
I'll take care of ya.

-Castle?

What's going on here?

You get up there
and fly this crate.

-I'm not a pilot.

I-- I've never flew
a plane in my life.

DIXON: Look, pilot.

I'm expecting you
to fly me to Mexico.

Now get going.

Sister, what are you doing here?

Get up on your feet.
Come on.

Get up here with him.

Come on, move.

Get ready to get
this plane going.

-Yeah, well, I-- I--

-Get this airplane in the air.

Take it up.

Go on.

-Well, off we go into
the wild blue yonder.

[MOANING]

AIR CONTROLLER (ON
RADIO): Tower to pilot.

Tower to pilot of Cessna B706.

Tower to pilot, Cessna C706.

Are you having trouble?

-Am I having trouble?

AJ: Oh, no!

BEN: Oh!

Oh!

[SCREAMS]

-Ben!

Ben!

No!

What do I do?

-Where's my double?

I can't fight without a double.

-Ben, I don't know
how to fly this.

I didn't read the instructions.

-AJ, I got him!

AIR CONTROLLER (ON RADIO):
Get your tail down.

[SCREAMS]

-Ben!

AIR CONTROLLER (ON RADIO):
Get your tail down.

[SCREAMS]

-Follow you?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do!

-Here!

-Oh, Ben!

-You all right, AJ?

-Yeah, I'm all right.

He got away!

Which way did he go?

-I don't know.

-Oh, Ben.

You're not going to
start showing off now?

-Well, I got to do something.

Don't you remember how I
captured Bill the Kid and the,

uh-- Billy the Kid is captured.

Huh?

You be careful.

-Hey!

-Ben, look out.

Look out, he's got a gun.

-Just hold that.

AJ: Ben!

Ben, be careful.

-Huh!

Ow!

Hey!

It worked!

-OK, boys, take him away.

Mighty brave thing you did, Ben.

-If I could-- just one more now.

The hero and his wife.

-Fake you're congratulating
him, Mrs. Castle.

-You really were brave, Ben.

-Here, Ben, put on your hat.

-Is that better?

-Mm, hm.

I want to know one thing.

-What?

-Do you really like
strawberries and pickles?

-I could learn to.

-Mm, hm.

[MUSIC PLAYING]