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[dramatic music]

[upbeat dramatic music]

[lively music]

[guns firing]

It's up to your paper,
Fillmore, to support

the honest people
in this community.

Yes, you know as well as we do,

Hackett don't deserve
to re-elected sheriff.

Why, we been robbed
right and left,

and he ain't done
nothing about it.

Well now, boys, our
paper's always been ready

to serve the people,
all of the people.

Then let's get Hackett
and the whole mob

outta the election, put in
an honest man for a change.

Well, just for the
moment, we haven't decided

on the editorial
policy for our paper

at the coming election,
whether we're going

to support Houston or Hackett.

But I give you my word, boys,

that we'll support
the right man.

Say, now thanks again,
gentlemen, for coming in.

I appreciate it, thank you.

There we go.

Ee-yaaa, there you are, Julie.

I told you I'd get you down
here in plenty of time.

Stage won't be here for
another 15 minutes yet.

You can't blame me for
being a little bit anxious.

Good morning, Mr. Fillmore.

Good morning.

Well, my goodness, Julie.

You look like you
were off for the day.

All dressed up, huh?

Why sure, didn't you know that--

Shh, Scoop, it's a surprise.

Surprise, well, I hope
it's a pleasant one.

I'm sure it'll be just
as pleasant a surprise

for you as it is for me.

Yes, well, say, would
I have time to run

a little errand
before it takes place?

Mm-hmm, but don't
you be too long.

No.

Julie, why didn't you
tell him your brother

was coming in on the stage?

Seems to me, he'd be glad to
know that Bill was outta jail.

I mean, coming home.

Why, of course he'll be glad.

That's why I wanted
to surprise him.

Mr. Fillmore isn't as
young as he used to be,

and Bill will be able
to take over a lot

of his work here on the paper.

Yeah, I bet Bill's got
some up-to-date ideas

about running the paper too.

That's why I went out
and got one of them

newfangled picture boxes.

Picture boxes?

A kimona, chamelia,
a cameera.

You mean a camera.

Well that's what I said.

What's she think I am, iggorant?

And it's getting serious, Cash.

Why the ranchers are
complaining that they're

getting a raw deal, that
their cattle's being stolen,

-that they're being cheated.
-So what?

Well they insist on running
Tom Houston for sheriff.

Now, Cash, can't you
just take it easy,

just until after election?

The ranchers demand
that I print the truth.

So they want the truth?

All right, give it to them.

Tell them these stories
are just a pack of lies,

put out by Tom Houston,
who's trying to get himself

elected as sheriff
on a campaign of mudslinging.

Why nobody would believe that.

Say, what kind of
an editor are you

that you can't make people
believe the truth [laughs]?

Hurry up, Scoop, the stage'll
be here in just a minute.

Just as soon as I get out
from underneath this thing.

Oh my goodness.

Hold still.

Boy, that's tricky.

But she's worth it.

This'll the first picture

of the Buffalo
Springs Independent.

We'll be just like
them city papers.

Hurry up, Scoop.

Just a minute, Julie,
I wanna see how
this flashlight works.

It says right here.

Put a little flash
powder in the trough.

It don't say how little,
but it does say not too much.

Then hold it away from you.

And then turn the
flint and the flint

lights the flash powder.

Well that's simple.

Now go over there
and strike a pose.

I'm gonna take your
picture [giggles].

Now, wait a minute,
there you are.

Now we'll see if
the flint works.

[popping]

[laughing]

The flint works.

[upbeat Western music]

-Good morning, Mr. Houston.
-Miss Linda.

Good morning, Judge.

Well, how's our next sheriff?

I hope we're not too late.

The stage'll be
along any minute now.

When Bill Fargo steps
into his father's shoes,

the Independent'll help
you wage a real fight

for honest government
in this community.

-Julie.
-Linda.

Oh, I'm so happy for you
with Bill coming home.

Isn't it wonderful?

Linda, the fact that
Bill has been away

won't make any difference
to you, will it?

Oh, of course not.

I only hope the rest of this
town won't hold it against him.

♪ Welcome home ♪

♪ We're all here to meet you
and really greet you home ♪

♪ Each gal and fellow ♪

♪ Says hi there and hello ♪

♪ We hope you never ever roam ♪

♪ Welcome home ♪

What's the celebration for?

I don't know.

Julie said something
about a surprise.

[humming and upbeat
Western music]

[man] Get out, hi, hi!

[man 2] Here comes the stage,
it's sure in a hurry.

[man 3] Here they
come, here they come.

[humming]

♪ Welcome home ♪

♪ We came down to tell you ♪

♪ We're glad that
you're back home ♪

Welcome home, Bill.

Good to see you.

Glad to see you.

Surprise, huh?

Why didn't you tell me
Bill Fargo was out of jail?

Why, I didn't know, Cash.

Linda.

Mr. Houston, it's certainly
nice to have a turnout

like this to greet
an old jailbird.

That's no way to talk,
that's all over now.

Thanks to Judge Tyler.

All I know was that
Julie and Judge Tyler

were working on his parole.

Ahhhh.

After all, he
served three years.

Now that he is out,
I don't want him sticking

his nose into that newspaper.

I know but, Cash,
he owns half of it.

His father and I were partners.

We can do the same to him
as we did to his old man.

Now look, boys, let's not
have any more trouble.

Why don't you make up your mind

which side of the
fence you're on?

Suppose the kid found out
you framed him and sent him

to jail and then had
his old man bumped off?

Why, Cash, that was your idea.

Vic Savage killed his father.

And I'm beginning to think
I killed the wrong man.

There must be some way out of
this besides more killings.

Stop sniveling.

Get out there and act like
you're glad to see him.

With the election coming on,

this is a bad time for
Bill Fargo to show up.

Yeah.

He'll probably take
over the paper.

I'm gonna have a talk
with Sheriff Hackett.

[light music]

Now, that's just right,
just one more thing.

Now Bill, will you put
your arm around the girls?

That's it.

They told me to say
watch the birdie.

That's what the book says,
but I ain't got no birdie,

so why should I say
watch the birdie?

Kinda silly, ain't it?

[laughing]

Now hold still, everybody.

Here, Judge, that's it,
straighten up.

That's it, now you
look nice, Judge.

Now hold still,
everybody, don't move.

I just wanna get another peek.

That's it, hold still.

Look right here, keep smiling.

Smile, everybody,
show your teeth.

This is gonna be a
good one, I'll bet you.

Now hold still.

Right now.

Well, well, my
goodness, Bill, hello.

Hello, Clem.

Glad to see you back.

Guess your anxious to get
back in the harness, huh?

I'm anxious to get my fingers
back in the ink again.

I thought so,
now come on in the office.

[Scoop] Now, Mr. Fillmore,
if you don't mind,

I'm kinda anxious
to get this picture.

What picture?

I'm taking it.

Step right back in
there, will you please?

That's it, now please,
everybody, hold your chins up.

Keep smiling.

Just get over a little closer.

That's it, now I just wanna
take one more picture.

Now keep smiling folks,
that's it, keep smiling.

[laughing]

Doggone, that's funny.

Can't see a thing,
must be outta focus.

You're standing
in the same place.

Now, folks, don't laugh,
just smile, that's it.

All right.

This camera's got
legs, it's walking.

[laughing]

And I don't want him making
any moves I don't know about.

That's easy,
if he's out on parole,

he's under my jurisdiction.

Well get over there
and let him know

that he still isn't a free man.

Tom Houston has agreed to run
for sheriff against Hackett,

and we'll need all the support
this newspaper can give.

You know, Bill, since
your dad's gone,

this paper hasn't been the same.

Well now we've
always maintained--

I don't say you
haven't tried, Clem.

But we've got a fight on
our hands, and we need

the support of every man
and woman in this county.

This is yours, Bill.

Dad always wanted
you to have it.

Thanks, Sis.

But I can't carry a gun anymore.

That's right, he can't.

He's out on parole.

Hiya, Fargo.

Hello, Sheriff.

I see you got--

Say, wait a minute, what
are you doing with a gun?

Convicted murderers
aren't allowed the same

privileges as honest people.

Hackett, even you ought
to know the difference

between a murderer and
a man you helped frame.

This gun belonged to my dad.

I was just looking at it.

Here, Sis, put it
back on the wall.

I don't know how they expect
a man to keep this town clean

when they let troublemakers
like him outta jail.

I know just how you feel.

When then let me
tell you something.

As a paroled convict, if I
ever see you packing a gun

or disturbing the
peace, you're gonna go

right back where you came from.

You mean if you're
still sheriff.

You don't have to worry about
Bill, I'll vouch for him.

He's paroled to me.

Well I'm still the law
and order in this county,

and what I said
before still goes.

Don't worry, Sheriff.

The only kind of
fighting I'm going to do

is with this kind of lead.

[upbeat Western music]

♪ Rope your troubles ♪

♪ Ride them off the range ♪

♪ And drive them into
Happiness Corral ♪

♪ Rope your troubles ♪

♪ And you'll see them change ♪

♪ When they arrive
in Happiness Corral ♪

♪ Yes, they buck and kick ♪

♪ Like some old maverick ♪

♪ So you just treat your
fears like ordinary steers ♪

♪ Rope your troubles ♪

♪ There's a lot of room
to herd your gloom ♪

♪ Their life's a snap
in Happiness Corral ♪

♪ You can find a place ♪

♪ For any sour face ♪

♪ Down in the old stockade ♪

♪ Where laughter never fades ♪

♪ Rope your troubles ♪

♪ There's a lot of room
to herd your gloom ♪

♪ Their life's a snap
in Happiness Corral ♪

[cheering]

All right, folks, all right.

Read all about it.

Get your copy of the
Buffalo Springs Independent!

Ranchers molested!

Hackett refuses to make arrest!

That's what it
says right up here!

If you can't read,
I'll read it for you!

All right, you go that
way, I'll go that way.

[crowd shouting]

It's quite a nice
turnout, Mr. Houston.

Yeah, shall we
start the meeting?

Maybe we oughta
wait for Fillmore.

I don't think he'll be here.

He doesn't think our
paper should take sides.

I don't understand Clem.

Guess he's just getting old.

Oh, he'll be all right,
he'll swing around later on.

I tried to keep him
from printing it, Cash,

but I was afraid to
say anything more

for fear they might
suspect something.

You wouldn't want
that, would you?

Now I'm sure I
shot the wrong guy.

A newspaper has no right
attacking an officer of the law.

It's slander, that's what it is.

Well they'll probably
say more than that

at the meeting this afternoon.

I suppose they'll be spreading
a lot more of those lies.

There's only one
way of finding out.

Vic, round up some of the boys.

What are you going to do, Cash?

Never mind what we're gonna do.

You just go home
and start writing.

What'll I write, an editorial?

No, an obituary.

And I tell you again that
our newspaper is going

to stand for the same
principle that it stood for

when my father was running it.

And that principle
is clean government.

[cheering]

And here's a man who's
going to give it to us.

Your candidate and mine,

Mr. Tom Houston,
our next sheriff.

[cheering]

Citizens of Bannon County.

Hold it, everybody, and
I'll take a picture of you.

That's it, don't be afraid.

Look pretty, ladies.

Turn around this way, that's it.

Hold it.

Nothing's gonna happen.

That's it, hold it.

[bulb popping]

[laughing]

Doggone it, Brownie,

you didn't have to
take it out on me.

[laughing]

Look out for that
camera, doggone it.

[laughing]

Doggone, you didn't have to
take out on the camera too.

[laughing]

[Tom] I'm afraid that horse
won't improve your picture.

But now to get down to
the more serious things.

You know, Cash, perhaps
it isn't such a good idea,

me attending their rally.

You're the sheriff of
this county, aren't you?

You're just here to keep peace,

in case somebody starts trouble.

Sure, go on, Sheriff,
get lost in the crowd.

Maybe you'll learn something
about making campaign speeches.

Any gunplay that's occurred here

always favored
Scanlon's henchmen.

And these things have been
going on beneath our very noses.

This never woulda happened
if Sheriff Hackett

hadn't been the tool
of those cutthroats.

There's Scanlon and his men.

Please don't start anything.

Don't you worry, honey.

If I'm elected,
I promise you this.

The undesirable element
of this community

will not be called
my closest friends.

You're doing an
awful lotta talking

about the undesirable element.

But I've never seen
Sheriff Hackett

palling around with a jailbird.

He wouldn't have been in
jail if he hadn't been

convicted by as crooked
a jury as you could hire.

You've said just about enough.

[screaming and shouting]

You stay outta this, Fargo,

unless you wanna
go back to jail.

This is a fair fight.

[shouting]

[punches landing]

[shouting]

[gun firing]

[screaming]

All right, everybody,
stand back, stand back.

I'll take charge here.

I demand that you arrest
Savage for murder.

What do you mean murder?

Houston went for his gun
first, I saw him do it.

That's right.

What do you want me to do,

arrest a man for
shooting in self-defense?

Self-defense? That's
cold-blooded murder
if I ever saw it.

[shouting]

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, folks!

If we take things
in our own hands,

we'll destroy the thing
we're fighting for.

And that's law and order.

You're smarter than I
gave you credit for.

Thanks, Scanlon.

I've always heard there
were more ways of killing

a chicken than by
ringing its neck.

And I guess there are just as
many ways of killing a snake.

Here, print this story.

Bill said he wanted to write
the Houston story up himself.

No, no, I can't
hold up the paper.

There's the story,
I just wrote it.

This says that Savage killed
Houston in self-defense,

and that ain't what happened.

I got that story straight
from Sheriff Hackett

with his signed statement,
now go ahead and set it up.

Not me, I ain't gonna
print this story.

What do you mean?

I'm still giving orders
around here, ain't I?

Yes, you're still giving orders,
but I ain't taking them
from nobody but Bill.

What seems to be the trouble?

He wants me to run
the story saying

that Savage killed
Houston in self-defense.

And you know that ain't true.

You seen it with your own eyes.

That's right, Mr. Fillmore.

Tom Houston was
deliberately murdered.

Well, Julie, we can't doubt
the word of our sheriff.

Doubt the word of our sheriff.

You better go find Bill, Julie.

Don't worry, Mr. Fillmore,
Bill will be able

to straighten everything out
as soon as I can find him.

He's out trying to scare up
another candidate for sheriff.

Yeah, well, I can't hold
up the paper for Bill.

I'll find him.

[hooves beating]

Hey, Cash, I've
gotta talk to you.

I'm glad you came in.

We should run this
ad in our paper.

What's this?

Only advertising the Houston
place for public auction.

I wanna pick it up
for unpaid taxes.

But don't let Fargo know
you're running this ad.

Kinda sneak it in.

All right, Cash, all right.

But just know, I've gotta talk
to you about something else.

Gee, Linda, I wish you'd help me

talk your dad into
running for sheriff.

He's just the man we need.

No use, Bill.

There's nothing I'd like
better, but I'm too old.

Oh, that's just what you think.

And besides, Bill,
it's too dangerous.

[hooves beating]

Bill, you'd better come down
to the paper right away.

Why, what's the hurry, Sis?

I'll tell you on the way.

See you later, Linda.
Goodbye, Judge.

With Fargo out of the way,

you could run any kind
of story you wanted.

I'm not gonna stand
for you killing Bill.

Who said anything about killing?

That's the fartherest
thing from my mind.

But Fargo's out on parole.

He could go back to jail
just for being in a fight.

Why you don't think
he's dumb enough
to start a fight, do you?

No, but I think he's dumb
enough to start swinging

if somebody else
started trouble.

How about it, Vic?

Why this ain't gonna be trouble.

It's gonna be fun.

[dramatic music]

Why don't you look
where you're going?

I'm sorry, Savage.

I have a good notion to
punch you right in the nose.

Nothing would give
me any more pleasure

than to have you try,
but the laws says

I can't fight and you know it.

[punch landing]

Bill!

[cheering]

[dramatic music]

Pick him up, Bill, pick him up.

[dramatic music]

Come on now, come on now.

[dramatic music]

[cheering]

That's it, Bill.

I warned you, Fargo, if
I ever caught you starting

any trouble, I'd send you
back where you came from.

[Bill] Savage
started this fight.

[gun firing]

He didn't shoot in self-defense
that time, did he, Sheriff?

Why don't you arrest Savage?

[crowd shouting]

All right, Savage,
you're under arrest.

[crowd shouting]

[chattering]

Come on, Julie, let's
get the paper out.

A few days ago,
I thought we could

fight our battle with words.

But now I'm convinced it's
going to take more than that.

We have got to stand together

and fight for a common cause.

Form a vigilante committee.

[man] We're with you,
Bill, what's the next move?

Find a candidate
that we can trust,

a man like Tom Houston.

Then it's up to us to
see that he's elected.

[crowd chattering]

You sure made a mess of things.

Now you're gonna stay in there
until the election's over.

You mean you're gonna take
a chance on an election?

Sure, they're holding
a meeting tonight,

to pick their new
candidate for sheriff,

and who do you
think it's gonna be?

Santy Claus.

No, but you're getting warm.

I got men spotted all
over that meeting.

They're going to make sure
that the new candidate

is going to be that
fearless, law-abiding

citizen of the people.

Fillmore for sheriff!

Clem Fillmore himself,
we want Clem Fillmore.

[crowd shouting]

Well, Clem, it looks like
you're the man they want.

And if you're not
afraid of Hackett

and Scanlon, we're behind you.

Well now, Bill, if
you're referring to that

Houston story, I didn't
have the slightest idea

of the true facts,
but I can assure you

that my eyes are open.

That's fine.

[shouting]

I wanna take a picture.

Look right out there please.

That's it, everybody,
hold still.

Look right in here, and I'll
take your picture, I hope.

I wanna just look, see
what you look like.

Oh my goodness,
you're upside down.

Oh, well I guess it.

Here we go now, wait a minute.

Up, up.
You're a little bit too close.

I gotta come back a
little, now hold still,

I'm coming right back with you.

Everything's all right, hey!

[laughing]

Doggone it.

There you are, Miss Linda.

Thanks, Scoop.

Well, Mr. Fillmore, I'll
bet you feel pretty proud

with the paper saying
what a great man you are.

I only hope I can
live up to everything

that's being written about me.

[door closing]

Well, Linda, looks like
they've got you working too.

You said that we were all
united in a great cause.

That's right.

A few more stories like this

and we'll have Hackett
and Scanlon on the run.

Bill, Scanlon's out
at Mrs. Houston's,

foreclosing on the place.

Foreclosing?

He claims he's buying
it for unpaid taxes,

and Mrs. Houston has to be
off the property by noon.

Scoop, you and Julie
round up a few men

and meet me at
the Houston place.

Linda, where's your father?

He's probably at the courthouse.

I'll go get him, I want
this thing to be legal.

[hooves beating]

Come on, Sheriff, let's
start this auction

and get it over with.

Can't do a thing
until 12 o'clock.

It isn't 12 yet,
I can tell by the sun.

Don't you ever carry a watch.

Don't need one.

Sun's my timepiece.

Then maybe your timepiece
needs regulating.

Because my watch says
one minute to 12.

All right, start your spiel,
we want this nice and legal.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

According to the authority
vested in me by Bannon County,

I hereby proclaim all property
belonging to the deceased,

Tom Houston, subject to public
sale for delinquent taxes

due and owing said county.

Do I hear any bids?

No, but you're gonna hear
what I've got to say.

Well now, Mrs. Houston,
I have told you before

that I'm only doing
what the law demands.

But the law wants you to
be fair with honest folk.

If you'll just give
me a little time,

I know I can raise the money.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Houston,
your husband was too busy

meddling in other people's
affairs to take care of his own.

There are only two sure things
in life, death and taxes.

Too bad your husband
didn't take care

of his taxes before, well,
before his time was up.

His time wasn't up, you
just set the clock ahead.

[dramatic music]

Whoaaaa.

There they are,
dividing up the spoils.

[hoofbeats]

Judge, are you sure that
property has to be advertised

for three days before it
can be sold for back taxes?

That's the law, my boy.

I see, that's all I wanna know.

Better wait for
Julie and the boys.

There's liable to be trouble.

Maybe you're right.

[dramatic music]

All right, let's go.

[dramatic music]

That's Fargo, and he's got some

of his vigilante
committee with him.

[dramatic music]

All right, boys.

[soft dramatic music]

You're too late, boys,
the bidding's all over.

Yeah, and we don't want anybody

interfering with
the majesty of the law.

The majesty of the law, that
coming from you is a laugh.

Judge Tyler here will
tell you what the law is.

The law of this state says

that before any action for
dispossession can be taken,

a three-day notice must
appear in the local newspaper.

That three-day notice did
appear, and in your paper.

For a fellow who is always
minding somebody else's business

you certainly don't pay
much attention to your own.

There must be some mistake.

All right, then let's go back
to town and see Fillmore.

I'll prove that this
smart aleck is just

aiming to stir up
a lotta trouble.

Believe me, Mrs. Houston,
if Mr. Fillmore put that ad

in the paper, Bill
knew nothing about it.

All I know is, ever since
your brother got out of jail,

things have been
happening too fast.

[footsteps]

What's the trouble, boys?

Clem, why'd didn't you tell me

you ran this ad on
the Houston property?

You and my father were
partners, and I always thought

you stood for the same
things he stood for.

But now I know you don't.

I demand we dissolve
our partnership,

and I demand you withdraw
from the race for sheriff.

If the people want me for
sheriff, I'm at their service.

Seems to me you're
doing an awful lot

of demanding, Fargo,
when you should be doing

an awful lot of explaining.

I have nothing to explain.

I thought Fillmore
here was honest.

Nobody says he
isn't, except you.

And who's going to
believe a jailbird.

Come on, boys, I guess we've
shown up our fearless editor.

I coulda told you
Fillmore wasn't

the right man for sheriff.

I'll bet he wouldn't
even take a good picture.

Anybody knows that a
politician's gotta take

a good picture if he ever
expects to be elected.

All of the pictures in
the world won't help.

What we need is a
candidate who won't

sell us out to Scanlon.

I can't understand Clem.

Maybe he didn't mean
anything wrong, Bill.

Whether he did or not, it
doesn't help our cause any.

Our ranks are split, and
when we start fighting

among ourselves, we're playing
right into Scanlon's hands.

[door knocking]

Cash, I've gotta see you.

I told you 1,000 times to
stay out of this office.

Well that's why
I came in the back way.

Nobody saw me.

What's on your mind?

Well I'm, I'm worried,
I can't go through with it.

What's there to go through with?

Everything's fine.

Oh, I don't know,
just chalk it up

to the fact that I have
a conscience, I guess.

I always knew you had a yella
streak, but a conscience?

Huh, where you been
hiding it all these years?

Look, Clem, you're in this
as deep as the rest of us.

You can't back out now, and
if you gotta worry about it,

go somewhere else to do it.

I got troubles of my own.

All right, Scanlon,
you'll never hear

another peep outta
me about my troubles.

[door closing]

Now if I was running for
sheriff, I tell you what I'd do.

I'd promise the people, uh, uh.

What would I promise the people?

We ain't had any rain
for quite a spell.

I'd promise the
people a lotta rain.

Oh, Scoop, this is serious.

Oh I know it's serious.

But I could be, I
could be a sheriff.

A ain't a-scared of nobody.

So who would take your picture?

Yeah, who'd take my picture?

I'd take my own picture.

I'd get right back
here like this.

[door knocking]

Now that'd be easy.

Clem, I didn't
think you had nerve

enough to come here again.

Sure, I know what you're
gonna say, Bill, so

I'll say it for you.

Yes, I double-crossed you.

I've been working with
Scanlon for a good many years.

Now if I was to take a
picture of myself sitting

right where you're sitting,
I tell you what I'd do.

First I'd come over here.

Then I'd take out
this plate like that.

Oh boy, now, what would I do?

Oh yes, I'd take the
flashlight and the flame.

Move over, move over,
I'll show you, hee hee.

I'd put the flashlight
right down there like that.

And put some powder there.

[light music]

Then I'd put this bulb
right down here like this.

Put one foot on the bulb and
the other on the flashlight,

and that's the way I'd do it.

Out of the way, Scoop,
Clem here's gonna write

a confession that'll stand
this town right on its ear.

A confession?

Listen, you two, ride
out and get Judge Tyler,

then round up the Vigilante
Committee and tell them

we've got all the
evidence in the world

to run Scanlon and his
mob outta town, now hurry.

All right, Clem, start talking.

[dramatic music]

[whistling]

[Judge] Julie, what
brings you out here
this time of night?

Judge, we've got to round
up the Vigilante Committee.

[Linda] Has anything
happened to Bill?

No, but something's gonna happen

to a lotta other people.

Judge, get your horse.

Looks like Scanlon was
right when he told us

to keep an eye on Tyler tonight.

Wish I could hear
what they're saying.

You will soon enough.

When they ride out, we'll
join them, kinda casual like.

[soft dramatic music]

[Henchman] Anything
wrong, Judge?

Nothing but your opinions, boys.

Bill Fargo was as
innocent of what happened

today as you were.

Sure, Clem Fillmore's down
at the newspaper office

right now making
out a confession.

What's Fillmore confessing?

I don't know, but
Bill says it'll run

Scanlon right outta town.

[Judge] That's why we're
rounding up the vigilantes.

We'll round up some
of the boys ourselves.

Why don't we take
the north fork?

Thanks, boys,
that'll help a lot.

Meet you in town.

[soft dramatic music]

After he got you outta the way,

he tried to buy the newspaper.

And, when your father
wouldn't sell, why--

Yeah, I know the rest.

Fillmore's over at
the newspaper office,

spilling everything he knows.

What?

And they're rounding
up the vigilantes.

Well, ain't you gonna
do anything about it?

Sure, I'm gonna do some
rounding up myself.

Here they are, Clem, just
waiting your signature.

I guess you know, Bill,
that this is like signing

my own death warrant.

Well, if it's Scanlon you're
afraid of, don't worry.

He'll be in jail with Savage
before the night's out.

Hiya, Scanlon, I thought
you'd forgotten all about me.

Hey, what's going on here?

Don't get excited, Hackett,

I'm just taking Vic
out for a little air.

And I sure need it.

This is the stuffiest
place I've ever been in.

You said you were gonna leave
him here till after election.

Keep your shirt on, Hackett.

I'm only borrowing him for
a few minutes. Come on, Vic.

But you can't do that,
I'm still sheriff here.

And if you wanna keep on being
sheriff, go back to sleep.

You didn't see him leave, you
won't see him coming back.

As far as you're concerned,
he's been in jail all the time.

Say, Bill, I've got an
awful lot of signing to do.

I wish I had a drink.

I'm sorry I can't offer you one.

Here, have one of
your campaign cigars.

Yes, I guess I
can't pass them out.

I might just as well
smoke them myself.

He and Fillmore
are in there alone.

Now if we can just get
Fargo away from there.

What's this all about?

Look, Vic, you always said
you killed the wrong man.

Well this time I'm giving
you a chance to kill

the right one, only you've
got a perfect alibi.

You're in jail.

Bill, you're not gonna
let the vigilantes

do anything to me, are you?

You have my word, Clem,
they'll go easy on you.

After all, if it wasn't for
your confession, it would be--

[door knocking]

Hey, there's
somebody at the door.

Don't worry, it's probably
Julie and the boys.

[suspenseful music]

You writing something, Fillmore?

[suspenseful music]

Why, yes, just a little
something for the paper.

You mind if I, take a look?

[suspenseful music]

You dirty, sniveling rat.

Why, this is downright slander.

So you were just an innocent
tool in the hands of Scanlon.

And I'm the most cold-blooded
killer in the West.

Now that's what I call
right pretty sentiment.

Too bad nobody
ain't gonna read it.

[suspenseful music]

So listen, Vic, can't
we talk this thing over?

Scanlon's not a bad fellow,
maybe he'd listen to reason.

Save your breath, Fillmore.

[suspenseful music]

What are you trying to do?

[explosion and gun firing]

[dramatic music]

You better get rid of these.

[suspenseful music]

Sheriff, I thought
I heard a shot

from the newspaper office.

Don't you think you'd
better investigate?

[suspenseful music]

-What happened, Bill?
-Somebody shot Fillmore.

All right, boys, you
better stay out here.

I'll take charge here.

[soft suspenseful music]

What are you doing with a gun?

I picked it up outside.

Fillmore found dead, and you
standing there with a gun.

All right, hand it over
and come along with me.

Listen, I didn't do this,
but I can't prove it

if I'm locked up in that
two by four jail of yours.

I'm warning you, Fargo,
you're under arrest.

You'll have to get me first.

[dramatic music]

From now on, I'm gonna use
your kind of weapons, guns.

[dramatic music]

♪ She was everything a
cowboy could desire ♪

♪ She had such a lovely face ♪

♪ When she looked at me,
she set my heart afire ♪

♪ With her charm and
her feminine grace ♪

♪ Geraldine, queen
of all the cowboys ♪

♪ Her beauty was fair to see ♪

♪ Geraldine, queen
of all the cowboys ♪

♪ The pride of
the whole prairie ♪

♪ With her big brown eyes,
she set my pulses pounding ♪

♪ Even though her
skin was rough ♪

♪ I'm aware this all may
seem a bit astounding ♪

♪ But her beauty
was virtue enough ♪

♪ How her eyes would shine each evening when I'd greet her ♪

♪ She would heave
such winning sighs ♪

♪ And although at times I
found I had to beat her ♪

♪ It was always with
tears in my eyes ♪

♪ Geraldine, queen
of all the cowboys ♪

♪ Her beauty was fair to see ♪

♪ Geraldine, queen
of all the cowboys ♪

♪ The pride of
the whole prairie ♪

♪ But at last that devil
age crept up and got her ♪

♪ And although
it may seem cruel ♪

♪ I took out my gun and
tenderly I shot her ♪

♪ Geraldine, my adorable mule ♪

♪ Geraldine, queen
of all the cowboys ♪

♪ The pride of
the whole prairie ♪

[cheering and shouting]

Well, Hackett, you can't
say I didn't do my duty.

I voted for you, even
hired a band for you.

Hired them away from
the opposition, eh?

What opposition?

[laughing]

Our worries are over.

Fillmore's out of the
way, Fargo is a fugitive

with a murder charge
hanging over his head.

I'd feel a lot better
if he was in jail myself.

Forget it, Hackett.

I've got my men posted at
every road that leads into town.

He'll never show his
face around here again.

[dramatic music]

[horse whinnying]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[gun firing]

Did you find Bill?

[Julie] No, but I heard some
of the Scanlon men talking.

They didn't find him neither.

Well that's something.

I'm going out and
see if Judge Tyler

and Linda have come to town.

Straighten things up a
little, will you, Scoop?

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Julie, Miss Julie.

Look what I found.

Why that isn't
Bill's handwriting.

It was right near the spot
where the found Fillmore.

Maybe it's got something
to do with his killing.

Scoop, do you know how
to develop a picture?

Sure, it says so right
in the book, come on.

Keep that door closed, Julie,
it's gotta be dark in here.

All right, how's
it getting along?

The book says it's gotta be
dark, and when it's dark,

I can't read the rest
of the instructions.

Well why don't you go out in
the other room and read it?

That won't work either,
because when I get back in here

I'll forget what the
rest of the book says.

Oh.

Oh, keep that door closed.

Something's gotta
happen pretty soon.

Come on, camera, be
a good little camera

and give Scoopy a picture.

I'm worried about Bill, Dad.

I think Bill can take
care of himself, Linda.

What worries me is that,
everything Bill and I

have been fighting for is lost.

[Cash] Voting for Hackett?

If I wasn't, I'd
have stayed home.

Ain't nobody else
running, is there?

Maybe everything
isn't lost, Linda.

Bill wanted me to run for
sheriff in the first place.

Old or not, I'm going to do it.

It's pretty late now, do
you think you have a chance?

I can try.

We've got friends.

You go down to
the newspaper office.

Tell Scoop and
Julie, they'll help.

I got it all wrong.

The book doesn't tell me to dump

the whole camera
in the developer.

-Well of course it doesn't.
-Only the film.

Well what are you waiting for?

Why don't you go in and do it?

I already did it.

I don't understand you, don't
you think I know anything?

Julie, Scoop, what do you think?

Dad's gonna run for sheriff.

[dramatic music]

[driver] Haaa.

[dramatic music]

Giddyup, come on, giddyup.

[dramatic music]

-Hi, gents.
-[dramatic music]

I'm not running for sheriff
because of any political gains.

I have no ax to grind.

I'm running for a principle.

And if you men believe
in that principle,

go out there and vote for me.

And we'll show
Scanlon and Hackett

that we're not licked yet.

[man] Judge Tyler gets my vote.

[chattering]

Well, I've done most everything.

Something oughta
happen pretty soon.

Do you think it'll really work?

That's what the book says.

[water dripping]

Look, it happened.

Yoo-hoo!

Savage killed Fillmore.

How could he, he was in jail?

Well take a look at
that, it's right there.

So, that's it.

Hackett let him out of jail
so he could kill Fillmore.

Oh, I wish Bill were here.

Well, he ain't, there's
only one thing I know to do.

Print this picture and
get out a special edition.

Go get your dad.

[suspenseful music]

What's this Linda's been
telling me about a picture?

Here it is.

[dramatic music]

-Bill.
-Bill.

Hello, Sis.

You shouldn't have taken
a chance on coming back.

I had to.

It's a good thing you did,
we've got a lot to tell you.

-My camera finally
took a picture.
-Now don't talk nonsense.

I came back here to stop
this crooked election.

And Scoop's picture is
the only thing can do it.

[Scoop] The presses
are all set up.

We was just getting ready
to put it in the paper.

Good, if we can get the paper
out before the poll closes,

we still have a chance
to win this election.

Come on.

There you are, Julie.

I've got to have
more papers, Bill.

Everybody wants one.

Good, now we'll see
how the election goes.

There you are, Bill.

If I run off any more papers,
the press is gonna burn up.

[chuckling]

[carriages rolling]

The fool, didn't he know that

Fillmore was taking a picture?

How are the votes,
are we in the majority?

Sure, but I don't
know for how long

the way the Tyler
votes are coming in.

We'll close the polls.

The election's over,
now get Savage over here.

But you can't do that.

It isn't time yet.

My watch says six o'clock.

Sorry, the polls are closed.

But we haven't voted yet.

You're too late to vote now.

That's a fine thing,
he can't do that to us.

-Come on!
-[chattering]

They won't let us vote,
they closed the polls.

They did, eh?

Well we're going to open them.

But, Bill, you're a wanted
man, you can't go out there.

Maybe I can't, but I am.

Then I guess I'd
better come along.

Me too, I smell a fight.

If you wanna get in on
it, you better hurry.

I'm hurrying, where's my hat?

Yeah, I smell a fight.

A good one too.

I wonder if this is loaded.
[gun firing] It's loaded!

Hackett, Hackett, Hackett.

Another one for
Hackett, and Hackett.

112.

Well, Hackett, you're
reelected sheriff.

-Good.
-[dramatic music]

Scanlon, take a look at this.

[dramatic music]

[crowd chattering]

Hackett, go out there
and arrest them.

I couldn't do anything
with that mob.

All right then, we will.

[crowd chattering]

Hey, we better get
outta here, fellas.

[crowd chattering]

Hackett, we are
asking you to open

these doors and let us vote.

Polls are closed.

Tell him the law, Judge.

The law says the polls
don't close till sundown.

You can regulate a lotta
things around here, Scanlon,

but you can't regulate the sun.

You fellas better get outta
here, or I'll start shooting.

[dramatic music]

[glass breaking]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

Come on, Scanlon,
let's get out of here

while the getting's good.

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[gun firing]

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

[gun firing]

[dramatic music]

[gentle music]

Just a minute.

There's just one
thing I wanna fix.

Here, don't hold
your hat so high.

And put your chin up.

Oh boy, I can see
the headlines now.

Sheriff's daughter
marries young editor.

And right underneath'll
be your picture.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

This is one time I do
know what I'm doing.

Now, now, now, don't move.

All right, we'll
hold perfectly still.

I'll just take one more
picture to make sure.

[light music]

That's it, all righty.

Now just hold that pose.

Now let's just get
this just right now.

[light music]

Watch me.

[explosion]

[laughing]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[dramatic music]