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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[HONKING]

-Hey, get them cows out of the way.

You're blocking our road.

[HONKING]

-Hey! Don't run them down.

We'll move them for you.

-Where are they taking them?

-They buy them here in Mexico and take them

across the border.

[HONKING]

-Those fellows are sure in a hurry to get somewhere.

-Somebody must want that load of oil awful bad.

-Round them up, fellows and get them back into the road.

-Better watch yourself.

The patrol shack's just around the bend.

-I got a load of soy bean oil.

-Where are your papers?

-Here they are.

You'll find everything's in order.

-OK.

Where are you headed, Sharperville?

-Yeah, that's right.

-Hey, Rocco, that border cop's chasing us.

He's cut off the road.

Step on it.

-I can't go any faster around these curves.

Put that thing away.

Use your had.

You know what the boss said about killing patrolmen.

-Yeah, but what about those barrel?

-If only we can bluff our way through.

-I thought you said you were heading for Sharperville.

-You heard me right.

That's what I said.

-Well, for your information, you're heading for Alamo.

-Maybe I've changed my mind.

-Maybe I have to.

I want to inspect your cargo again.

-Hey, wait a minute. You can't do that.

You checked us through once.

Who do you think you are?

-He'll be out for a week.

-Yeah.

-Let's get out of here before somebody sees us.

Move that horse.

-Hey, Tom!

Tom?

Nobody home. -I wonder where he is.

He knew we were coming back through at noon.

-He couldn't be too far away.

He brought the lunch, like we asked him to.

-Well, he sure wasn't at the Mexican patrol office

when we passed it down the road.

-You're right. And if I know Tom, he's never leave his post,

unless it was something important.

-I don't understand it.

-Me either.

We've got to get those cattle to water.

-I'll leave our clearance papers here and write Tom a note.

Here.

-OK, Johnny, bring them on.

-You know, Roy, Tom's old man had better not

hear about us bringing these cattle

through without Tom checking them.

You know what a stickler the old guy is for discipline.

-You're right.

And if he does hear about it, Tom

will be getting one of those lectures

he used to give us when we were kids.

-It's about time.

I was getting fed up with this crummy bow.

-Everything's OK, Bart.

We had to slug a nosey border patrol cop

to give us quite a chase.

-What'd you do with him?

-Well, he wasn't dead, so we dumped

him off the side of the road.

-Oh, um, we lost one of the drums.

-Lost it?

That's bad.

-Well, we're back in the USA.

-Hey, you the boss?

-Yeah, that's me.

-Charles is missing.

Where is he?

-Boys tell me the drum he was in fell of the truck.

-Listen, you, you promised to get us all through safe.

-Stop squawking. You knew this was gonna be a rough deal when

you get into it.

-Listen, cowboy--

-Take it easy.

-We'll go back and pick him up.

-Where are we now?

-Couple of miles inside the border.

You sure nobody knows how we got back into the country?

-Just us.

Driver tells me he had a little tough luck.

Border patrol also got on his tail and he had to slug him.

-So what?

-So it makes it more risky for us.

It also makes it more expensive for you, about $5,000 worth.

Today's payday.

-Listen, you, this smells like a shakedown to me.

And when our friends hear about it--

-You'd better ante up, pal.

You're a long ways to a railroad station.

If you tried to walk, you'd be picked up in less than an hour.

-OK.

$5,000 you way, huh?

-That's right.

-Come on, let's have a little conference.

OK, you've got us cold.

We're ready to pay off.

-That's better. Everybody back on the truck, give them a hand, boys.

We won't quibble over a few hundred.

Thanks.

-Why you--

-Give me a barrel.

-OK, OK.

-Rocco, that missing person is going to change our plans

a little, so I'll take over from here on in.

You go with me.

-You're asking for more trouble than you can handle.

Wait till our friends hear about this.

-You scare me to death.

-Hey, Bart, what about that threat of making things

tough for us?

--[CHUCKLES] They've got a surprise coming-- a nice,

bumpy ride they hadn't figured on.

-Hey.

If this is the end of the line, let me out, before I smother.

-Don't worry, you won't smother.

-That's the last of them.

The rest are full of oil.

-OK. There you are, Miss.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

-Perfect.

-Got your message OK.

Brought your bird back.

-Well, this may seem a lot of trouble

to you, boss, but our particular [INAUDIBLE].

We can't be too careful.

Telephone communications can always be tapped.

Carrier pigeon, well, that's different.

I assume you took care of our client.

-Snug as silk.

They had a little run-in with a border patrol officer

before I took care of our friends.

-Oh, that's bad.

Didn't kill him, did they?

-No, of course not.

Ah, but he don't feel so good right now.

-Know who it was?

-Tom Sharper.

-Not young Tom Sharper.

-Yep.

-Sorry it wasn't his father.

-Boys said he got in the back end of the trunk, started

fooling around with the drums.

-If that's the case, we're out of business for a while.

The border patrol will check in every oil drum in the country.

-You're right.

We'd better take it easy.

That's all we can do.

Come on, you've got to get out of here.

-Just how fresh can you be?

-Miss!

Gee, I'm sorry, Miss.

-I suppose you got that mud on your gloves

from making mud pies.

-Well, honest, it wasn't me.

It was--

-If I ever get the chance to, I'll-- I'll--

-Take it easy.

Here.

-Oh, you-- you-- and that goes for your horse, too.

-Wait a minute, Miss, your paper.

-Son, that just shows you what circumstantial evidence

will do.

-Well, she certainly convicted me in a hurry.

-Hi, Mr. Newcomb.

-Glad to see you, Roy.

Too bad about Tom.

Is that why you're here?

-Wouldn't be surprised.

This is going to be pretty tough when Tom's dead.

I hear he hasn't been feeling well lately.

-Well, here's Al now.

You can find out for yourself.

-Roy, I'm sure glad to see you.

-Glad to see you too, Al.

Sorry to hear about Tom.

-Yeah, it's a terrible shock, Roy.

Can't even find a trace of him.

When you crossed the border in the morning after those cattle,

did he say anything to you that might give us a clue?

-No, not that I remember.

Try and recollect.

It's important.

You were the last one to cross before he was reported missing.

-Well, there was a truck load of oil drums

across the border just ahead of us.

Didn't they report it?

-No.

And you know, I can't help but think of something crooked.

No son of mine would dessert his post.

-Plenty evident that he did, Al.

He left his station and shirked his duty and just skedaddled.

-Newcomb, 32 years ago when I was United States Marshal,

I ran you in.

If you say that about my boy, I'll do it again.

-How can you?

What I said about Tom is the truth, and you know it.

-Don't say that again.

My boy is innocent.

Tell them, Roy.

-You can't tell me, because you don't know.

Your boy deliberately deserted his post.

-Al!

-Take it easy, Al.

Leave me alone.

-Break it up, Newcomb.

-Why don't you mind your own business?

-Wait.

I've got enough.

Give me your hand.

-That a boy, Roy.

That a boy.

Are you all right, Roy.

-Sure, Al. Let me give you a hand.

-You are going to regret this, Al Sharper.

I'll get even with you, if it takes the rest of my life.

Come on.

-Don't you think you're a little old for this kind of stuff.

-Confidentially, yes.

But don't tell Newcomb.

Are you stopping at Judge Bullfincher's?

-That's right.

Well, I'll be down to see you as soon as things quiet up a bit.

-Good.

-Giddy-up.

-Have they found Tom yet?

-I don't think so.

-Good.

Get your men and find them before they do.

-Boss, I don't think that's--

-Get them and find them, I said.

I'm going to make Al Sharper regret he ever had a son.

-Judge, before you try this case, I want to talk to you.

-Yes?

He did?

Well, I never heard of such a thing.

Stand back, and I'll let him have it.

The court finds you guilty of mayhem, assault and battery,

and insurrection, and sentences you to 10 years, maybe 11,

and--

-Well, Judge, wait a minute.

-Well, you're mad at him, aren't you?

-Well, yes, I'm mad at him, but not that mad.

-There wasn't that much mud.

-Well, you've had a change of heart.

Well, as long as you don't want to send him to jail,

you might as well meet him.

Susan Hathaway, this is Roy Rogers.

-Oh, Roy Rogers?

Tom's friend?

-That's right.

-I'm really awfully sorry this happened.

-So is Trigger. He told me to apologize for him.

-Of course.

-Uh, Roy, you want to stay and have,

uh, little evidence for dinner with us?

-They look mighty good, Cookie.

-Fry them crisp, will you, Sue.

-All right.

-[GIGGLES]

Headline in that paper is the reason

I sent you the subpoena, Roy.

I wanted to have a talk with you.

If Tom is in a jam, why, I'll probably have to sentence him.

Sit down, will you?

-Thanks, Cookie.

What kind of a jam?

-Well, you know about him turning

up missing and everything.

Well, the only thing they found was

that note that you left for him at the patrol shack.

-Well, I guess Tom didn't come back

if the note was still there.

-Oh, well, Al's taking it pretty hard.

And you know, he practically owns the whole town,

and how proud he was of Tom.

-Yeah, I know.

I was just recently reminded of that.

-What happened at the border, Roy?

-Well, all I know, Cook, is we saw Tom when we crossed

the border early in the morning.

He said he'd have something to eat

for us when we came back with the cattle.

But when we got back, he was gone.

So we left our clearance papers and the note for him.

-Beats me.

-Have they organized a search yet?

-They're working on that now, and I'm sure

glad you're here in time for it.

-Hurry it up.

We've got to keep going.

They've probably got a posse out looking for young Sharper.

-Hello, boys.

I can't stop and talk to you.

I've got to take young Sharper into town.

-What's the matter with him? -Well, I don't know.

I found him on one of my rides this morning

with a bad bruise on his head.

The poor fellow don't seem to know who he is

or what he's doing.

How do you feel, son?

-I don't know.

-I don't think it's from a fall.

Looks to me like he's been slugged.

-Get down off that wagon and start walking.

-What are you talking about?

This is my wagon, and I'm taking the boy to town.

Can't you see he's hurt?

-You heard me. Get off.

Now you fellows are sure asking for trouble.

-That's our problem.

Just keep come calm and get on back to your ranch.

-You bet I will.

-Come on, boy.

There you go, sonny boy.

We'll take good care of you.

-Say, isn't that a runaway team?

-Your eyes are still good, Al.

That's what it is.

Hey, Al, look.

-Roy!

Roy!

We found a man down the road.

-Oh?

-But you don't understand.

He's dead.

-A rancher by the name of Anderson, shot in the back.

That's his team.

-Either of you recognize this?

-I certainly do.

-That's the gun I use when I was United States Marshall.

I gave it to Tom when he joined the border patrol.

-It's been fired, recently.

Found it right in here.

-Do you suppose Tom had anything to do with that--

-Of course he didn't.

Why would Tom want to shoot Anderson?

ROY: Take it easy, Al.

We know Tom wouldn't do a thing like that.

Now I guess we'd better go pick up the body.

-Tom.

-It's the shock, Cookie.

-Yeah, let's get him home.

-It's funny Newcomb wanted us here at 2 o'clock sharp.

I wonder what he's got to tell us.

-There's only one way to find out, Cookie.

Ask him.

-Hey-- hey, snap out of it.

We're going in the band for a minute.

You wait outside.

We won't be long.

Come on, we'll split up and we'll all meet at the rim rock,

got it?

-Right.

-Well, you're right on time.

-Look.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SHOUTS]

-Catch him, Roy, and we'll give him a quick trial.

-All right, you, get to your feet.

Tom.

-Tom?

I don't know.

[GROANS]

-Tom, what are you doing in a steak out?

Have you lost your mind?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-OK, if that's the way you feel about it,

we'd better go see the sheriff.

-I can't understand what's the matter with that boy.

He seems perfect physically, except for that bruise

on his head.

But he still won't talk.

-Well, maybe we'd better get out down here.

That might do some good.

-Oh, please, Cookie, not yet.

If Al hears about that bank robbery,

the shock would kill him.

Remember what the doctor said.

-Sue's right. We can't let Al know about this.

-You say he still doesn't remember anything.

-That's what he says.

Every time I ask him something, he just says he can't remember.

-It could be amnesia.

Sheriff, do you mind if I try a little experiment?

-Not at all, Roy, anything that might help Tom.

-Fellows, you know how proud Tom was

of being a border patrolman.

Come on, I'll need your help.

[SINGING]

-Oh, Tom, that song doesn't mean anything to you?

-Go away and leave me alone.

-I'll call the doctor.

-All right, Sheriff.

Sue, you'd better get back to Al.

And whatever happens, don't let him know about this.

Sheriff, if you don't mind, I'd like

to go in and have a talk with Tom.

-Go right ahead, Roy.

-What are you trying to get away with, Tom?

I think you're lying.

-Don't call me a liar.

I told you, I don't remember.

-You don't remember?

I still think you're lying.

-Hey!

Hey, Roy.

Stop that fighting before I lock you both up.

-Yeah, break it up, Roy.

Are you crazy?

Fighting a man in a place like this-- Stop that fighting,

or I'll let you have it.

Oh.

Roy, don't.

Don't hit Tom.

What would Al say?

Roy!

-I still think you're lying.

-Oh, Roy.

Roy. Oh.

Roy Rogers, if I could get in there,

I'd bust every bone in your hard head.

-OK, Cookie, go ahead.

-Oh, Roy, you know know I couldn't lay a hand on you.

But why did you hit Tom?

-Well, I feel as bad about it as you do.

But his amnesia was caused by a blow on the head,

and I thought maybe a shock like this

would bring him back to us.

Get me some water, quick.

-All right, Roy.

-But only a small glass this time.

-All right, Roy.

-Tom?

-[GROANS] Hello, Roy.

-Hi.

-Sheriff?

There's old Cookie.

-Hello, Tom.

Roy, it worked.

-What happened?

What have we done in here?

-Hey, Tom, have a drink.

You were hit on the head three days ago

and you've had amnesia.

-Let me rest for a while, Roy.

You can rest in a minute. This is mighty important, Tom.

What do you remember last?

-Roy, I stopped a truck loaded with drums of soybean oil.

I remember that one of the drums sounded hollow, and then--

-They must have been smuggling something in them drums.

Tom-- Tom, do you remember who was driving the truck?

-Never saw him before, Cookie.

-Do you remember anything particular about the truck?

-Yes, there was, Roy.

They tried to pull a fast one on me.

And when I chased them, one of the drums fell off the truck

and rolled off the road.

I'm sure they were smuggling something.

-Do you remember where it went off?

-Sure.

Near the dry lake above Willow Springs.

-Good.

We'll go out and have a look.

Where are the boys?

-They're out front.

They said they'd wait for you.

-Can I help, Roy?

-You just stay here and take it easy.

We don't want anybody to know what's happening.

-Anything happen?

We're going for a ride.

-What for?

-Look for an oil can.

-Hey, Roy!

-Jeez, what an awful way to die.

-Oh, you can say that again.

Take a look at this.

-Oh, Roy, this man's a criminal.

He's wanted by the law.

He was being smuggled back into the country.

-There must have been criminals in those other oil drums.

That's why they were trying to get away from Tom.

-Yeah.

You know, Cookie, a lot of people during the war

sneaked out of this country because they

couldn't stand investigation.

Mexican authorities are cooperating in every way they

can with our border patrol to arrest

them when they try to get back in.

-But Roy, who's behind this smuggling?

-I don't know, but I guess we'd better

have the Sheriff pick this up.

We'll have a talk with Al.

-Cookie, am I glad you're home.

-Hey.

-Al, what are you doing out of bed?

Newcomb was just here.

I couldn't stop him.

He went right in and woke Al up.

-Why, that dirty hyena, I'll have

him arrested for illegal entry.

-Don't mind, Roy, I'm all right.

Newcomb told me the truth, and it's just as well.

We've been fighting for 30 years.

Today we shook hands and made up.

He told me all about Tom and offered

me a good price for my holdings.

-What?

You sell out to Newcomb?

-I have no choice.

After what happened, I couldn't look my friends in the face.

It was thoughtful of Newcomb to make me the offer.

-Sounds more than helpful to me.

Where would he get that much money?

Looks like a well worked out plan.

-You can bet a con would done it sure, right, too, Roy.

Why would Newcomb want us in town

just in time for that bank robbery?

They weren't looking for money.

Why, they knew that-- hey, they knew that Tom was suffering

from amnesia, and that's why they wanted to frame him.

-Al, Newcomb still hates you.

He wants to run you out of town and buy you out cheap.

Can't you see how the pieces fit together?

All we have to do is hang them on Newcomb.

-I should have known better than to trust that man.

Judge Bullfincher, I want a warrant for that man--

-Take it easy, Al.

We can get a lot more flies with honey than we can vinegar.

If you'll all help me, I think we can round up the whole bunch

and clear Tom.

-Sure, sure, Roy.

What can we do?

-I'm not quite sure yet.

But if I looked around, I might be able to find out.

Al, tonight we're going to invite Newcomb come over here

for the best dinner he ever had.

-What?

Afterwards, to kind of quiet his nerves and keep him here

for a while, maybe even a little song.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGING]

-Nothing like music to make a good dinner sit well.

Thanks a lot.

-If you don't mind coming inside,

I'd like to talk a few things over with you.

-Well, can't it wait till morning?

I really ought to get going.

-It'll only take a minute.

-Business.

Oh, well, in that case, I guess I'd better.

Will you excuse us?

-I'll go with you and get some more coffee.

-Oh, that's fine, Sue.

-Just keep a little background music going, boys.

We'll be back as soon as we can.

Come on, Cookie.

-Roy, here's a skeleton key.

And you don't have to worry if we get caught.

It's legal, because I've got a search warrant.

[GIGGLES]

-What's that?

-Sounds like pigeons.

-Oh, god, the whole flock.

-Yeah, and they're carrier pigeons, too.

-I wonder what they wanted them for.

-Well, it could be to sen messages

to whoever's working for them.

They couldn't take a chance on the telephone.

You'd better take this one along as a souvenir.

I want to look around some more.

-Flying mailman, huh?

Any news today?

[GIGGLES] Oh.

-Good evening, gentlemen.

-Good evening.

-Where's Roy?

I wanted to say good night to him.

-Why, uh, he was around here just a minute ago.

Have you seen him, Sue?

-Well, no.

He might have gone back into the kitchen

for another piece of cake, or something.

-And Judge Bullfincher.

-Right over here, Mr. Newcomb.

Good night.

-Thanks again, Sue.

The dinner was delicious.

Good night. -Good night.

-Me too, good night.

-That was a close one.

-How'd it go?

-Wonderful. -Fine, fine.

-Al, did he swallow the bait about the 15,000?

-He sure did.

Uh, you find anything?

-Yeah.

Show him, Cookie.

-[GIGGLES]

-A pigeon.

What good is that going to do us?l

-That pigeon belongs to Newcomb.

He has plenty more of them.

-If my guess is right, he'll be sending a message

by one of them in the morning that'll

be heading towards the border.

We've got to get that message and read it.

-We'll use this pigeon to carry the message

on to where it was intended to go.

That way, we can catch him red handed.

-But Roy, will that pigeon go--

-You can bet he's got all those pigeons

trained to go to the same place.

-How are we gonna catch a pigeon?

-Come on, I'll tell you.

-Hi, Roy.

This is just like a snipe hunt.

There's time when I think you let

your imagination run away with you.

-Well, the sun's been up for half an hour.

If Newcomb's going to send a message,

it ought to be pretty soon.

-Roy, look.

-It's too far away, Cookie.

It's heading down towards Foy.

[GUNSHOT]

-Hey, Roy, here I am, down here.

-This is it, all right.

There's a message tied around his leg.

-Oh, Roy, pigeon, you didn't have to--

-No, it was a lucky shot.

I just nicked his wing. He'll be all right.

-Here, let me take him.

Need 15,000 more.

Another shipment of oil waiting at same place over the border.

Pick up immediately.

-We got them this time.

-Look, Cookie. I think it's only fair that Tom will be on this.

How about releasing him in my custody?

-All right. You go on down to the the border,

and I'll send him to you.

We'll wait in town till we hear from him.

-Good.

-May I tell Al?

-You sure can.

This is the kind of medicine he needs.

In the meantime, I'll see that this message

gets to the right place.

-Good.

Come on.

-I've got a load of soybean oil.

-Here's the papers.

-OK, get out of the cab.

-What do you mean?

I'm in a Hurry.

-I wouldn't be, if I were you.

Things are a little different this time.

Get out.

[WHISTLES] Trigger.

Tom, handcuff them and take them and this stuff to town.

I'll follow on Trigger.

-OK, Roy.

-Look out, Roy!

[GUNSHOTS]

-You're curious about those drums, aren't you?

Rocco, open a couple of those empties.

Pretty smart, weren't you, Rogers?

When Tom was released from jail, I

figured something had gone wrong with our plans.

But it's never too late to make them go right.

We're taking both of you with us.

-All right, Rogers, get in there.

-What are you gonna do with them?

-Get rid of them.

Drive to the top of Rim Road.

Roy, can you hear me?

-Yeah, I can hear you, Tom.

I'm gonna try to rock this thing off of the truck.

I can't move mine.

Good luck, Roy.

-It's Rogers.

He got out.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

-Stop and give me a hand.

-He's still coming.

The drum with Tom in it, throw it out.

-Not that one.

He's in there.

OK, Rogers, you want Tom?

Here he is.

-That did it.

Step on it.

-Couldn't find him, Trigger, too much mud.

Come on.

[GUNSHOTS]

-You have to shoot your way out.

-Do you see any of the boys, Cookie?

Not yet.

-You'd better take it easy.

-Hey, wait a minute, Al, I'll help you.

-Stay out of this, Cookie.

This is personal.

-Come on, Al.

-Hey, break it up, Al.

Break it up.

-Leave him alone, Roy.

Al's doing all right.

-Come on, Newcomb.

Where's Tom.

It hate to tell you this, Al, but Tom

was in one of those barrels.

-And my men shoved it over the cliff.

He's dead.

-Roy, I found something.

Come and help me.

Help me, Roy.

-What's the hurry?

TOM: What's the hurry?

It's hot in here.

Let me out.

-Tom!

In the excitement, they forgot which

barrel they put me in and threw the wrong one off.

-Hi, Dad.

-Hello, Tom, hi.

-Good to see you.

-Hi, Dad.

-We sure thought you were a goner.

-Yeah, we sure did.

-As a duly elected judge, I find Tom innocent

of all the charges against him.

But just wait till Mr. Newcomb comes up before me. [GIGGLES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]