Original subtitles

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SINGING) Sing around the cowboys!

Welcome back to the home corral.

King of the cowboys, welcome back to the home corral.

Whoopie-ti-ay-yippee-o-ki-ay press along to the home corral.

Swinging in the saddle and a-heading my way,

he's a bronco busting pal.

King of the cowboys--

-Gosh, Laramie, I'm late for rehearsal.

-Sing your darnedest, honey.

CHORUS: (SINGING) King of the cowboys,

welcome back to the home corral.

-Hello, Penny.

You're just in time for your solo.

-Baa!

-Don't you baa me, you-- you cows!

-Hey, what in thunder is going on here?

-We don't want her taking part in our show.

Why-- why, she's a sheeper!

-Sure I am, and I'm proud of it!

-Now, this promptly has got to stop.

I'm not going to have Roy's homecoming spoiled!

-Sheriff, this affair is sponsored

by the Cattleman's Association.

I don't think we should permit any member of the Winters

family, or any other sheeper to take part

in it, under the circumstances.

-Under what circumstances, Mr. Marsh?

We Winters have lived in Duane a good many years.

And we've contributed more than our share

in building up this town.

-You're darn right, Laramie.

You folks are respected here.

And sheep raising or no sheep raising, your father

was one of the finest fellas I ever met.

-Oh, we all respected Dave Winters.

He could make the sheepers behave

like law abiding citizens.

But apparently, his daughter lacks that ability.

-You know as well as I do that you ranchers are

responsible for the trouble we've been having here lately.

-Now stop it, the both of ya!

I'm gonna have peace and quiet if I

have to shoot somebody to get it!

-Then you had better remove Penny

Winters from this program.

Why, even the children share our resentment

against the Winters family.

-Oh, but I just got to be here to welcome Roy back home.

-Certainly.

-Never mind, honey.

We don't want to get mixed up with the antics

of a lot of stupid cattlemen!

Come on.

-Goll darn it!

There goes my best soprano.

-Oh, we can do without her.

I'm sure Roy doesn't want any sheepers

on the welcoming committee.

-The less I hear of that singing cowboy,

the better I'll like it.

-Well, I suppose you're right.

It wouldn't be safe for us at the broadcast.

-What do you mean?

-Well, with all those cattlemen in the audience,

it might be dangerous for us.

-Oh, really?

Well, the cattleman who can frighten me away from any show

hasn't been born yet.

But if you do as much as this-- [CLAP]--

after that Roy Rogers sings, I'll make you

stay home from the movies Saturday.

-Yes, Laramie.

-Well, I guess we'll be going along, Miss Laramie.

I'll take a good look at the feed on the west range.

-All right, Slade.

I'll see you tomorrow. -So long.

-Look it! It's him!

It's Roy!

[CHEERING]

-(SINGING) Sing around the cowboy.

Welcome back to the home corral.

-Here it is, Mr. Davis.

My old home town.

-Yeah, well, it looks like a nice place to come from.

-Well, wait till you hear the send-off we get this evening,

and you'll change your mind.

[CHEERING]

-Roy!

Roy!

-That's the prettiest filly I ever

seen in this neck of the woods.

-Well, that's Laramie Winters.

-What?

-Hello, Laramie.

-Judging by her expression, she don't think much of you.

-(SINGING) Welcome back to the home corral.

[CHEERING]

-Well, Roy, welcome home.

Welcome home!

-Sheriff Darcey, you old gun-toting limb of the law,

how are you? -I'm fine.

-Our first sponsor.

-Roy!

-Well, uh, Adobe Joe, how you doing?

-Boy, Roy, it sure is a treat to have you back home again.

You might have known that old polecat

would horn in sooner or later.

-Say, you two, isn't it about time you forgot that old feud?

How's my old boss?

-Still right in there pitching.

-Now you know your can't run that old broken down ranch

without me.

-Listen, [INAUDIBLE], when you was punching cows on my outfit

I didn't have nothing but an old adobe shack.

-What have you got now?

-An old adobe shack.

[LAUGHING]

-Glad to have you back with us, Rogers.

-Well, thanks.

Uh, Marsh, isn't it?

Victor Marsh?

-Yes!

Vic's a big shot now.

He's president of the Cattleman's Association

and vice president of the bank over there.

-And Chairman of the Roy Rogers Welcoming Committee.

The town is yours, Roy.

Everybody is looking forward to the broadcast tonight.

-Well, it sure is a good feeling to see

all the folks turn out like this.

[CHEERING]

-Well, Roy, I guess I had better turn

you over to the hungry wolves.

[GIRLS YELLING] -I'll see you at the hotel tonight.

-OK.

-Are you all set?

-Yes.

She won't be looking for us until tomorrow.

-All right.

Now after it gets dark, I want you to tear out all the fence

of the east side of her property.

Drive every band of sheep she has out on the cattle range.

I sold the ranchers the idea to be watching.

When they see it, there'll be trouble a-plenty.

-Yeah, that's about the way we figured it.

-Come on, Parker.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-Look at that!

That Winters gang is letting out their sheep.

They'll overrun our grazing land.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-We had better get back to town and tell

Mr. Marsh what's happened.

[WHISTLE]

-Hey.

-Either of you guys recognized by the sheepers?

-Not a chance.

It was too dark.

-Good.

Having you one the Winters' ranch is too good

a thing to lose.

-How did everything work out?

-Almost as we planned it.

But it seems our old fiend Adobe Joe stumbled onto something.

-Yeah?

-You had better follow him and make

sure he doesn't find out too much.

-All right.

-Hey, snap out of it, Roy.

What's the matter?

-Well, I'm worried about Adobe Joe.

He promised to turn up the hotel last night.

-Well, that old sidewinder probably

got himself lost out there in the hills.

-Not Joe.

He was on the trail of something mighty important.

Something about this cattle feud.

I should have gone with him in the first place.

-Now look, Roy, your first duty is to your job,

not a bunch of rampaging cattlemen.

You better stick to your own wavelength.

JOE: Roy!

Roy!

-Say, that looks like Joe.

-By golly, that is Joe!

I-- I knew he'd turn up somehow before we got away.

Hey, you old mule skinner!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

-Is it bad?

-I'm afraid so.

Those shots came from over yonder.

-(WEAKLY) Roy!

Frame up.

Ranchers.

Winters' outfit.

Both friend-- bark-- bark.

-Bark?

Bark?

Well, what's dogs got to do with this?

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe! -Oh, it's no use.

We had better get him to a doctor.

-Hey, Roy, look!

-You boys look after Joe.

I'll take care of those two.

[SHOOTING]

How is he?

-Pretty bad.

-Did ya get 'em?

-No, they got away.

But I found this.

-A cartridge case.

Well, there's thousands of them around here.

But there aren't 1,000 like this one.

Deflective firing pin, you see?

It left a mark like a half moon on the shell.

-Now all you got to do is find a rifle

with a deflective firing pin in it.

That ought to be simple. Won't take ya more than a couple of years!

-Well, I'll find it.

-Are you crazy?

We've got to get back LA.

-Well, I'm staying right here.

Looks like the Lady of the Roses get her wish after all.

-I guess that does it, Roy.

Now you're back on the old job as Deputy.

-Well, thanks, Hal.

I won't let ya down.

And I won't let Adobe Joe down either.

-I understand, Roy.

Know exactly how ya feel.

Maybe you figure that Joe and me weren't

especially good friends.

All those arguments we used to have,

uh, they didn't amount to anything.

I loved that old sidewinder like a brother.

-Remember now, this is a secret between the three of us.

And as far as Duane County is concerned,

I'm only sticking around here for my summer vacation.

-I understand, Roy. And I'm glad to have you with me.

I need a lot of help to get this mess straightened out.

-Well, now, you just relax, Sheriff. 'Cause me and Roy will

solve this thing in nothing flat.

-You must be pretty good men.

Got any leads?

-Mm, a couple.

First off, I'm going to call on a couple of young ladies.

One very charming, and the other-- well,

she has possibilities.

[LAUGHING]

See you later.

-You bet.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

-We're not hiring any cowboys this season.

-Oh, uh, but this is a social call, ma'am.

-Yeah. We have a little matter to take up with Miss Winters.

-Miss Penelope Winters.

I think she's expecting us.

-Well, come on in.

I'll see if she's in.

-Well, that's right kind of you, ma'am.

-So you're what the public's going crazy about?

A singing cowboy.

-I represent that, ma'am.

-I'll have you know that in my day,

I was one of the most daring riders of the range.

Why, I've looked death right in the face.

-That must have been pretty horrible, for both of you.

Is madame receiving today?

-Oh, of course, Christina.

Show the gentlemen in.

-Hey, you can come in now.

-Why, Roy!

How nice of you to call.

Oh!

-Hey, call your shots.

-Darn it!

-Say, Penny, you've changed quite a bit

since the last time we saw you.

-Oh, you've noticed it too!

-Yes, and it's very becoming.

-Becoming a nuisance.

-Um, I suppose you wanted to talk to me alone,

didn't you, Roy?

ROY: Well, as a matter of fact, I did.

Pat, wouldn't you like to take Christine

out and show her Daisy?

-Well, uh, I-- duh-- well, sure.

It might be a novelty for both of them.

-Who's Daisy?

PAT: My horse.

-I've seen a horse.

PENNY: Oh, do run along, Christina.

The-- the fresh air will do you good.

-Your fresh airs aren't doing me so much good, young lady.

-I'd be happy to walk out with you, ma'am.

In fact, I've just learned a new serenade

and I'd like to sing it to you.

-Mm, mm.

I can hardly wait.

-Christina, what on earth?

-Believed it or not, I'm going to listen to a serenade.

-Well, just a minute.

Aren't you a friend of Roy Rogers'?

-Oh, yes, ma'am.

Fine fellow, Roy.

He's in there now, entertaining your kid sister.

-Oh, he is, is he?

-She'll tune him out.

LARAMIE: Penny!

-Good afternoon, Miss Laramie.

-Of all the contemptible tricks.

Trying to worm yourself into the confidence of a little girl!

-Little girl! -Well, I'm only trying to help.

-We don't need your help.

I think you had better leave.

-Ha, You've got me all wrong.

I'm only trying to get to the bottom of this thing.

-You've already reached it.

And it was very low, indeed.

-Penny, go on up stairs and take off that ridiculous dress.

-Oh, all right.

But it's your dress.

-Well, it's ridiculous on you.

Now run along.

-But Roy's got a theory.

He doesn't believe we're to blame

for what's been happening.

-Oh, that's very sweet of you.

-And I don't believe it's the ranchers' fault either.

Somebody wants to get you fighting

for reasons of his own.

-I'm afraid your years on the radio

have affected your imagination.

-If you could at least hear me out.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

SLADE: They're gonna keep running

loose all over the pasture land.

BARKER: Get going!

PENNY: What's happened now?

Miss Winters the water has been cut again

and the sheep are running loose all over the pasture

land, the other side of the mountain.

-And one of our gang just spotted

the cattlemen stampeding the sheep.

-You're sure of that, Barker?

BARKER: Yes. And they're heading the sheep straight

for the cliff on Music Mountain.

-Well, what are you waiting for?

Get out there and stop them.

-Don't worry, we will.

-(WHISPERING) Barker!

Come on, Pat.

Let's go help round up those sheep.

-You stay out of this.

-Lady, try to keep me out!

-This is our affair, Rogers.

We don't need your help.

-This is no time for a private argument.

Unless you want to lose all your sheep.

-I think he's right, Slade.

[SHOOTING]

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-They're heading 'em for the cliffs, all right.

-We'll have to turn 'em before they're all killed.

Come on!

[SHOOTING]

-You'll be the first to be messed

up, if there's any gun play.

-Double crossing your own friends, eh, Rogers?

-No. I'm just trying to bring you to your senses,

before the United States government cracks down.

-Well, that's very noble of you.

But possibly you're influenced by the fact

that the Winters' ranch is owned by a very charming young lady.

Are we gonna let Rogers get away with it, boys?

-Better stay back there.

This trigger finger is mighty nervous!

-They're gonna need some help.

-Mr. Marsh, theses raids on my livestock have got to stop,

or I'm going to take this thing into court.

-We can settle this trouble our own way, without any law.

-If you can't keep your sheep off our grazing land,

this trouble is bound to get worse.

-Yeah.

We ain't gonna have our pastures ruined by that Winters tribe.

[GUN COCKING]

[GUNSHOT]

-There's been enough trouble around here, already.

-You had better help take back the sheep.

And the next time you try and take

the law into your own hands, just

remember that we Winters have been in this valley

a long time, and we intend to stay here.

-We've been here a long time, too.

And it will take more than this crowd of yours to frighten us.

Come on, boys.

-Mr. Rogers, I-- I don't know what to say.

-Then why don't you just skip it?

-Oh, I can't.

It was really swell of you to help.

-I was trying to help Marsh, too, Miss Winters.

-Oh.

Well, thanks, anyway.

-Pat, take a look at this.

-Where did you get it?

-Woof, woof.

-Oh, get it.

Barker!

-Pat, I've got a hunch it would be a good idea to stick around

the Winters' ranch for a little while

and see what's behind all this.

-Not a chance!

Those sheep folks ain't gonna play host to us cowboys.

-Well, just the same, I'm gonna be

a guest at the Winters' ranch for a few days.

Now listen--

-Hah!

-Help, runaway!

-Speak to me, Roy.

Speak to me.

-Don't overdo it, you darn fool.

-Is he badly hurt?

-Looks pretty bad.

I reckon we had better get him back to your place right away.

-Oh, of course.

Slade, help Mr. Brady.

-Mm, very grave.

Very grave.

The tibula and the fibula have gone haywire.

His cerebellum has suffered a cranial captism.

I'm afraid mayasteria gravis with neocropsy might set in.

-Gosh, is it that bad?

PAT: It ain't good.

Naturally, you laymen don't understand them medical terms,

but it all adds up to this.

I would diagnose it as a concussion.

-Well, what do suggest, Pat?

Should we send Roy to the hospital?

-Oh, no, ma'am. He can't be moved from here for at least a week.

-Oh, I see.

Well, we'll do everything possible to make

him comfortable.

-Laramie, do you mean to say you're

gonna leave that cowboy in our best bedroom?

-Christina, Roy was injured saving our livestock.

That's the least we can do for him.

-It certainly is!

-Ha!

-Oh, oh!

Oh!

-Oh, I think you had better leave now.

-All right.

-Well, you old son of a gun.

Where did you learn all those medical terms?

-I used to room with a horse doctor.

[CHUCKLING]

ROY: Well, we fooled 'em, all right.

The next step is to lie low for a while,

till we dig up a few more clues.

-I knew it!

It's a plot!

-Penny! -Penny, you little rascal.

I might have known I'd have to watch out for you.

-Oh, I won't tell, Roy.

Honest, I won't.

Because I know you're doing it for the cause.

-You're right, Penny.

I'm supposed to be a mighty sick man,

so whoever is behind all this dirty business

won't be expecting me to cause 'em any trouble.

-Gee, this is exciting.

-And you had better keep our secret, young lady, or--

-If I breathe even one word, may I

never live to wear high heels.

-Hello, boys.

Come in. -Hello, Miss Penny.

Soon as we heard about Roy we got over as fast as we could.

-Yeah, the poor fella.

I wonder how it feels to get a concussion and lose your mind?

-You ought to know, you've been doing without one for years.

-Oh, is that so?

Well, I'm the brains of this outfit.

-Well tell Miss Penny what we're here for, brains.

-Well, we figured Roy would be in such a critical state

he'd like to see his old pals.

And hear a song or two.

Music is supposed to be good for invalids, you know.

-I think he'd love it.

I'll take you to his room.

-Say, what is this?

An invasion?

-We're going to try and cheer Roy up with a little music.

-That'll probably bring on a relapse, but go ahead.

-He sure looks bad.

-Yeah, maybe he's not long for this world.

He's six foot-- that's long enough for any world.

-Oh, Pat!

You mustn't joke with Roy in this condition.

-Look, he doesn't even move.

-He must be in a coma.

-Coma? Looks more like a full stop.

-Well, we came here to serenade him, so let's do it anyhow.

It might bring him back to consciousness.

-Come on, fellas. Let's get into it.

-What's the meaning of this disgraceful exhibition?

-Well, you see, Miss Laramie, the boys figured

a song might help bring him out of his coma.

-That's right.

-Coma?

I heard Roy. He was singing.

-Oh, no.

-No, you're-- you're mistaken Miss Laramie.

That was me.

-Yeah. it was Pat.

-You? -Why certainly it was.

See? Oh-de-la-ee oh-da-lo-oh oh-da-lo-al oh, so.

-Beautiful girl-- Laramie.

You're wonderful.

Must save sheep-- sheep-- sheep.

-Oh, Roy.

Roy!

See what you've done, Laramie?

You've made him delicious.

Er, I mean, delirious.

-Well, then he should have the utmost quiet.

Please, boys.

-Laramie, nice girl.

You're wonderful.

-You're not so bad yourself, cowboy.

-That ought to steady your nerves.

-Oh, it ain't nerves.

This is a bad deal with that singing

cowboy parked on our ranch.

-You got nothing to worry about.

From what I hear, Rogers will be out of action

for quite a while.

While the government revokes those grazing licenses,

my men are ready to step in and apply for new ones.

And the only cattle that will be grazing

in this part of the country will be ours.

-Well, sounds good.

Hope it will work.

-It'll work.

If the government gets evidence of one more brawl

between the cattlemen and Laramie Winters,

they'll crack down on both factions.

And we provide the evidence.

[GUITAR STRUMMING]

ROY: (SINGING) I'm beginning to care for the wave in your hair.

And there's something about your smile.

I'm beginning to care for the clothes you wear,

and your eyes have a twinkle worthwhile.

I'm beginning to notice the things you do.

I'm seeing such sweetness I look for in you.

I'm beginning to see you everywhere.

I guess I'm beginning to care.

I'm beginning to notice the things you do.

I'm seeing the sweetness I look for in you.

I'm beginning to see you everywhere.

I guess I'm beginning to care.

-That's a very lovely song, Roy.

Seems to me I've heard it before.

-I used to sing it out on range, over at Music Mountain.

That was when I was working for Adobe Joe.

-Oh.

But an invalid has no business being out here.

-The best treatment for my case is a night

like this, a little music, and a beautiful girl

to keep me company.

-Hm, hm.

-You think I'm a no-good singing Cowboy

-Mm. Well, as a matter of fact, I think Penny was right.

You're quite a guy.

-Well, that's better.

It was worth getting a concussion

to hear you say that.

-Oh, I always treat my patients with consideration.

-Hello, Penny.

-Hello.

-Say, Penny, do you know where I can find Miss Laramie?

I've got a little tribute for her.

-She's up there with Roy.

-Doggone that Roy.

He's always beating my time.

-You mean-- you mean you like my sister?

-Like her?

Why I think she's the most wonderful girl in the world.

But what chance have I got?

-That's just because you're so darn rational.

You've got an inferiority complex.

-Is that what it is?

-Uh-huh.

Why, if you would only assert yourself,

Laramie would forget all about Roy.

After all, what's he got that you haven't got?

-Come to think of it, what has he got that I haven't got?

-Then why don't you throw your hat in the ring?

You don't have to take a backseat for Roy.

Be a man!

-By golly, I think I will.

And thanks for the tip.

I sure appreciate you taking an interest in me.

-Think nothing of it, Pat.

I just want to see you happy.

-(SINGING) I'm beginning to care for the wave in your hair.

And there's something about your smile.

I'm beginning to care for the clothes you wear.

And your eyes have a twinkle worth--

-Will you go away?

You're worse that those cats we used to have around here.

-I just saw him!

-Who?

-Woof, woof. Er, I mean Barker.

-This is it, Pat.

They've finally tipped their mitt.

Say, fella, you should get so excited.

You're ringing wet with perspiration.

-That ain't perspiration. That's love.

[CHUCKLING]

-You certainly got a moon-eyed look tonight, young lady.

I thought you had better sense.

-Christina, I don't know what you mean.

CHRISTINA: Oh, yes, you do.

It's a disgrace, that's what it is.

A Winters falling in love with a cowboy.

I-- Laramie, come here.

-Got the tools marked with the Winters' brand?

-Yeah, good and big.

-All right, pick this stuff up.

-What do you supposed they're up to?

-Well, it's a cinch they're not going on a moonlight picnic.

-All right, get busy.

-Suffering catfish!

They're gonna blow up the reservoir.

[SHOOTING]

-It's coming from over by the reservoir.

[SHOOTING]

-Get going!

[SHOOTING]

For an invalid, you get around quite a bit.

-It's a good thing for you that I do.

Otherwise, you would find yourself in quite a jam.

We just stopped Barker and some men

from blowing up the reservoir.

-Yeah?

Well, where are they now?

-They've gone.

-Yeah, we sure spiked a neat little plot tonight.

Look at these things.

They're all marked with your brand.

-Yeah, I see 'em.

And the dynamite, too.

-Barker was going to leave those here

as evidence against your outfit.

-No use your bluffing, Rogers.

-I'm not the one who's bluffing.

Did you hear those shots?

-Sure, you heard us coming and fired

a few to make it look good.

-I've been telling you all along that this range

war was a frame-up.

Now I have proof.

-It's a frame-up all right.

You've been working hand and glove with the cattlemen.

They would do anything to get us out of this territory.

Why I ought to--

-Wait a minute, Slade.

Let's hear what he has to say.

-The day Adobe Joe was shot, I found this empty shell

at the spot where he was he was ambushed.

See that mark?

It was caused by a defective firing pin.

So I made it my business to find the owner of the rifle.

And I found him, at your ranch.

And it was Barker.

-Give me your rifle.

You fellas move on out.

-You're crazy, Rogers.

Barker and I were together on the day Joe was shot.

-That's possible.

-I don't believe a word of it.

Barker has been with my outfit for years.

Why, he's-- he's one of the most loyal men my dad ever employed.

-There you are, Miss Laramie.

I saw you leave the ranch, and I followed as quickly as I could.

-Slade, take his rifle and fire it.

I want to see one of the shells.

-Your story is not quite convincing Mr. Rogers.

Take a look at that.

I think Slade was right.

You've been fighting on the side of the cattlemen all this time.

Take 'em back to the ranch.

-Thanks, but we don't care for no more of your hospitality.

-Oh, but I insist.

We'll call in Sheriff Darcey and have a nice cozy chat.

-Take his gun.

Get going.

Come on, you.

-I won't move until I'm ready.

-Well, ya moved.

-Well, I was ready.

-And I want to prefer charges against Roy

and his accomplice, Pat Brady.

These were planted at the reservoir by Rogers.

Oh, anybody can see that they're marked with the Winters' brand.

It's an obvious effort to incriminate me and my men!

-Now then, it don't seem reasonable

that a radio big shot like Roy is

going around blowing up reservoirs.

-Roy is a friend of the ranchers.

He's trying to help them drive me out of Duane,

and I demand his arrest.

-Just a snack for our prisoners.

After all, even condemned men must eat.

-All right. Go ahead.

-Hello, Penny.

-Sit down.

-Don't you speak to me, you-- you Judas.

-Now that ain't no way for a young lady to talk.

-When I think about how you sneaked into our home

under false pretenses, just wolves in sheep's clothing.

I mean, cowboy clothing.

-That's a very pretty speech, Penny.

I like it, too, when I heard it in that movie.

-When I think about your treachery I grow weak.

Oh, everything is going black before me.

Uh!

-Hey, look out!

-And I hope the judge gives you 50 years in prison, Mr. Rogers!

-All right.

I'll have a talk with Roy.

But I still think you're making a mistake.

-I know what I'm doing.

-What are we running for?

You're the deputy.

They can't put us in jail.

-If whoever is promoting this trouble

out here finds out I'm a deputy, they'll lie low for a while.

But if he thinks I'm a fugitive, he'll come out in the open

and we'll be able to nab him.

-They're under guard in the guest room upstairs.

I'll show you the way.

This door is stuck!

-Stuck? Why, it's locked!

-Penny, you're an angel.

-Oh, Roy, you know I'd do anything for you.

-Thank you.

-Oh!

-They've tricked us!

They're getting away.

-Gosh, Laramie, that's terrible.

SONS OF THE PIONEERS: Yip-ay-ole-ee yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

He brings a token to his love.

Swift as the wind he goes, high in the hills.

He knows she's waiting, singing Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hear the old yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Long, long ago in old Wyoming lived

a maid fair as the sweetest flower blooming in the glade.

She loved a bandit bold who roamed the prairie o'er.

And every night she'd listen for his call.

Then far to the west his voice come ringing,

riding a wild horse, he come singing

hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

He brings a token to his love.

Swift as the wind he goes, high in the hills.

He knows she's waiting, singing Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

-You boys better pipe down before you

disturb the rest of the wolves.

-Ho, ho.

Look who's talking.

-We got to do something to break the monotony.

-Yeah.

We've been cooped up here on Music Mountain for nearly a

week and nothing's happened.

-Well, your loafing days are over.

I've just found the guy who's responsible

for this phony cattle feud.

-Yeah?

Who?

ROY: Our esteemed friend, Mr. Marsh.

I followed Slade and Barker last night,

and they led me straight to his ranch.

-Gosh, it worked out just like you figured.

They got careless when they thought

we were fugitives from the law.

-Yeah.

Now here's their setup.

They're gonna stage a cattle raid that will cause such

a big brawl the government will crackdown on the entire valley

and revoke the grazing permits.

-It's getting so you can't trust nobody these days.

-Now here's my plan.

We'll patrol the whole area and catch

Marsh and company red-handed.

Then we'll have enough proof to put 'em in jail

where they belong.

[SHOOTING]

-Hiya!

Hiya!

[SHOOTING]

-Where's Roy?

-He's looking around over on the east ridge.

-Well, go get him while we get the other guys.

[HENCHMEN YELLING]

[GUNSHOT]

-Make a break for it, boys!

[SHOOTING]

-How's that for shooting?

ROY: All right, drop your guns.

[SHOOTING]

-All right, Roy?

-What about the rest of Slade's gang?

-We've got 'em corralled.

-Me and Bob sort of persuaded 'em to do some talking.

SLADE: Yeah, they not only put the finger on Barker and Slade,

but they give us the lowdown on Marsh.

-You've got no authority to arrest us, Rogers.

PAT: Oh, yes he has.

He's Sheriff Darcey's new deputy.

ROY: We'll telephone the Sheriff from Winters' ranch.

-Well, I guess we lost him.

-Yeah.

We can pick him up later.

The important thing now is to get to Winters' ranch.

-Rogers, the big deputy, is headed for the Winters' ranch

to spill the whole story to Laramie

Winters and Sheriff Darcey.

Looks like we're sunk.

-Not yet.

If Rogers is riding from Music Mountain,

we can get to the Winters' ranch before he does.

-What good will that do?

-You just leave it to me.

Rogers doesn't know it, but he's playing right into my hand.

-Miss Winters, we haven't got a minute to lose.

Rogers and some of the ranchers are on their way here.

They're gonna raid your property.

-I don't understand, Mr. Marsh.

Why all this sudden change of heart?

You've never been particularly worried about my welfare

before.

-Well, I'm a rancher.

And while I have no great love for you sheepers,

I can't stand by and see women hurt.

Now you had better get your sister and Christina

and get away from here.

And my men will give Rogers a warm welcome when he arrives.

-If this ranch is in danger, my place is right here.

-But there will be shooting.

-I'm staying here.

-I had better get Sheriff Darcey.

[TAPPING PHONE]

-Why the line is dead.

Why, it's been cut, of course.

-Then we'll take care of Mr. Rogers ourselves.

Christina, get Penny away from the house.

I don't want her mixed up in this.

-I'll get her right away.

Penny?

Penny!

I can't find Penny anywhere.

-Well, keep on looking. She must be somewhere around here.

-Penny, what is it?

-Marsh is at the house with Laramie.

It's a trap.

They're gonna ambush you.

-That's score one for Marsh.

Boys, we had better scatter.

Hugh, you and Tim look after our pals, here.

The rest of you fan out.

And when the shooting starts, aim high,

because Laramie and Christina are inside the house.

-You come with me, Roy.

I'll show you my own secret way to get in.

-OK.

Thanks, Penny.

You stay here. I'll take over from now on.

Hold your fire, all of you.

Cover those men in the corner, Pat.

Well, Laramie, looks like this is

the end of Duane County's little range war.

-Oh, no it isn't.

I suppose you cattlemen think you've won.

But I'll keep right on fighting.

-No, you won't.

From now on, there's not going to be any more fighting.

I'd like you to meet a very ambitious gentleman, Mr. Marsh,

here.

He figured if he could get the rights to all the grazing

land around here, he'd be one of the biggest cattlemen

in the country, and he nearly succeed,

because the folks around here were dumb enough

to fall for that phony range war he started.

-You've got a good imagination, Rogers.

I suppose that's what radio has done for you.

-Think I can't prove it, huh?

-Of course not.

-Well, I'll just bring in Mr. Barker and a couple

more of your men.

They talked plenty.

[WHISTLING]

-Don't shoot, Pat!

Roy's right in your line of fire.

-Today, I think we should all celebrate.

So I want you to take part in a program with me.

I have a brand new song for ya.

It's called "Don't Forget, Smiles

Are Made Out of the Sunshine."

I'd like to have you join me in the second chorus.

-(SINGING) Don't forget, smiles are made out of the sunshine.

And the frown from a rainy day.

You'll be more than repaid if you remember

that a smile goes a long, long way.

When trouble troubles you, just turn on the sun

and watch how fast a melancholy cowboy can run.

Don't forget, smiles are made out of the sunshine,

and the smile goes a long, long way.

All right, folks, everybody join in.

Those of you who have copies of the song, share

'em with your neighbor.

Everybody come in and sing, folks.

-(SINGING) Don't forget, smiles are made out of the sunshine,

and a frown from a rainy day.

You'll be more than repaid if you remember

that a smile goes a long, long way.

When trouble troubles you, just turn on the sun.

Then watch how fast the melancholy cowboy can run.

Don't forget, smiles are made out of the sunshine,

and a smile goes a long, long way.

[MUSIC PLAYING]