All language subtitles for Unexpected.Guest.1947 ENGLISHripdf

THEME SONG: Here he comes.

Here he comes!

There's the trumpets,

There's the drums,

Here he comes!

Hopalong Cassidy, here he comes.

[humming]

-Hurry up California, we want
to get to your cousin's ranch

before dark.

-About ready to move on, Hoppy.

-Good.

-Trying to look
like a millionaire.

-Well, if I'm going to be
rich I got to look the part.

-Lucky, you know,
I knew a fellow

once that worried
himself to death

because he inherited
a couple of million.

-Yeah, a lot of money is hardly
worth the trouble it causes.

MR.CARLSON: That's
the gratitude I

get for cutting you
two into the fortune.

-Fortune?

How do you know it's a fortune?

-Well, doggonnit,
it's such a big place

to hire a lawyer, to
keep track of things.

What, eh, what, eh, what
does the letter say?

-You read it.

-What did it say?

-Well, uh, dogonnit,
forgot my glasses.

Here, you read Hops.

-I've read this
thing so many times

you should know it by heart.

-Yeah but I want
him to memorize it.

-Oh.

My dear Mr. Carlson,
I regret to inform you

that your cousin Hiram
Baxter has passed on.

Your presence is required
at the Box O Ranch

at the above named
county two weeks

from today for the
reading of the will.

Very truly yours, David J.
Potter, attorney at law.

-Hoppy, you weren't
reading that thing.

-Why should I?

I know it by heart.

Well

-Anyway.

What do you say now?

-Well it's too bad the
lawyer didn't tell you

how much money
you're going to get.

-I'll probably get
plenty, plenty of it.

Here, Hoppy, would
you fix this dern--

-All right, I guess
I'll have to if we're

ever going to get started.

-Maybe I'll get a million, eh?

-Yeah, maybe two.

There you are, pretty
as a mail order ad.

-A mail order ad?

Huh, well, some of them
pictures are mighty pretty.

-Mr. Carlson's coat, sir.

-Mr. Carlson's hat, sir.

-And Mr. Carlson's horse, sir.

-Thank you gent.

[GUNSHOTS]

-Hold it.

-Ah, he's gone.

-Yeah and we didn't
even get a look at him.

-Ah, it's probably
one of California's

relative's, come
out to welcome him.

-Well why blame
it on my kinfolks?

-That's right, they might
be respectable people.

Make sure that fire's
out, will you, Lucky?

-Right, Hoppy.

-Give me a hand here.

-Well, this is it, all right.

Yeah, that attorney
didn't waste any time

taking over the old homestead.

-Well, someone had to.

Until I get here.

-Yes, Mr. Carlson.

Would you ring the
bell, Mr. Carlson?

-Sure.

No bell.

-No.

[BELL RINGS]

-I'll have that fixed.

-That's a good idea.

Now let's see if
there's anybody home.

-Ain't a bad looking house.

-No, it's kind of
lonesome looking.

-Well, kind of.

-What do you want?

-Oh, how do you do?

-I'm sorry, we can't
take in any strangers.

-Oh, wait a minute,
I'm California Carlson.

I'm supposed to be here.

-Oh, of course, we've been
expecting you Mr. Carlson.

But these gentlemen.

-Hold it, we're friends
of Mr. Carlson's.

-Mmm, hmm, well.

You can stable your
horses over there.

But I can't promise
you strangers a bed.

That would be for
Mr. Potter to decide.

-Are you Mrs. Potter?

-No, I'm the housekeeper,
Matilda Hackett.

Ms. Matilda Hackett.

-Oh, I see, I'm, I'm sorry.

-I take orders
from Mr. Potter now

that poor, dear Mr.
Hiram has passed on.

And him hardly
cold in his grave.

And everybody flocking around
to see what they can get.

-Were you a particular
friend of Mr. Hiram?

-Yes, rich or poor.

The voices told me last
night he knew that.

-Voices?

-Yes.

The spirits talk
to me all the time.

Yes, hmm.

-The brown horse is yours.

-Charlie.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

-Hoppy, she mean ghosts?

-Well I guess so.

But you know there
isn't any such thing.

-Do I?

-Sure.

Now there's nothing
to worry about.

You two get unsaddled.

I'll be right back.

-Wait a minute, you
ain't leaving me and--

-I won't be gone long.

Now don't do any talking.

-Don't worry, I ain't
saying a word to nobody.

-Sorry to keep
you waiting, Matt.

-Now get this, Ralph.

I want my money and
no more excuses.

-All right, all right.

Give me a little
more time can't you?

-How much more?

-Well, Potter's reading
the will tonight.

I can tell you right after that.

You're not going to say
anything about this, are you?

-Not if I get paid.

You know what happens to people
who welsh on gambling debts.

-Well, guess we'll
put these in there.

-You can't do that.

-Who said that?

Ha ha, what you
trying to do, scare

everybody to death or something?

I can't do what?

-You can put them
things in there.

-I wonder who his is?

-I don't know.

Don't take any notice of him.

Well, let's put them in.

-I said you can't do that.

-What right have you
got to give me orders?

-Them is Potter's orders.

You better do as he says.

-Is that so?

Now you just listen to me.

I'm a relative around here.

I get certain rights.

You understand?

-No.

-No?

Ah, gone him.

I ain't taking this from
you, you understand?

-I wouldn't do that California.

-Somebody else telling
me what to do now.

What, uh, Hoppy.

Hoppy, this old brush pile
won't let me make a move.

-Well what have we
here, another relative?

-I'm Joshua Colter.

I'm the only hand
left on the place.

-Oh.

Well, from the
looks of things, you

haven't been very busy lately.

-Hmm, I ain't done much since
my rheumatism come on me.

Well, I've got to
be getting along.

I ain't no relative and
I don't want to be none.

-Well they certainly
welcome you with open arms.

-Yeah, but they can't
be all that bad, Hoppy.

You know, maybe he--
Say, where you been?

-Oh, just looking
the place over.

-See anything?

-Yeah, I saw one of
California's relatives.

And where they
buried the others.

-Didn't see no ghosts?

-Nah.

I think I see one coming.

-Mr. Carlson.

Mr. Carlson.

I see you made
yourselves at home.

-Oh, Joshua made us
very comfortable.

-Mr. Potter says you can
stay, he wants to see you.

-Good.

-The voices said there would
be strangers coming here,

and I don't like it.

-I agree with the last part.

-This is Ruth Baxter,
daughter of Tom.

-How do you do?

-Howdy.

-Poor thing, her
father killed himself

right here in this house.

-My father did not
commit suicide.

You know he was murdered.

-I'm only saying what
the counter-nurse said.

We're wasting time
talking about it.

I'll go get Mr. Potter.

Oh, here there are.

-You must be California
Carlson, my name's Potter.

-I'm glad to know
you, Mr. Potter,

but I'm Hopalong Cassidy.

This is California.

-Oh how do you do?

-Howdy Mr. Potter.

-This is Lucky Jenkins.

-How do you do?

-We're friend's of California's.

-I told the two strangers
you'd let them stay.

However, we are not
prepared for them.

-We can take of
them all, Matilda.

-Thank you, Mr. Potter.

I don't mean to intrude,
but you see I've always

sort of looked out
for California.

-That's quite all
right, Mr. Cassidy.

There's no secrets.

After you've cleaned up
a bit, we'll have dinner.

Then for the
formality of the will.

Matilda, show the gentlemen
to the master's bedroom.

-Yes, Mr. Potter,
the master's bedroom.

-Well, see you later.

-Right.

-I'll bring our things.

-Right.

-The voices won't like
you sleeping in that room.

But they'll be angry
with Mr. Potter, not me.

-Let's go out and
sleep with the horses.

-Not on your life, I'm tired.

Besides, I want to meet
some of the voices.

-You'll be an honor.

No one has occupied this room
since the master's death.

-Well if it's all the same to
you I'd rather not be in it.

-I've kept it lock.

Everything is just as it
was the night he died.

And I suggest you
keep it locked too.

-Hey you take it, Hoppy.

-Come on, come on.

-Now ain't that
comfortable and restful?

-Looks more like a zoo to me.

-Oh, Mr. Hiram was a great
hunter and a good shot.

-Is that so?

-Hmm.

And a wonderful bed.

-Oh, it sure is.

Is it the bed--

-Yeah, both your
cousins died in it.

-Don't worry.

There ain't nothing
to be afraid of.

I don't think.

-Well, I hope you'll
enjoy your stay with us.

-Oh, I'm sure we will,
especially Mr. Carlson.

-Good .

Hmm hmm.

-Hoppy, will you listen to me?

-Just take it easy.

Sit down and relax.

-Has Potter said anything
to you about my IOU's?

-No he hasn't.

But Mr. Potter won't let
[inaudible] encroach.

-Why couldn't my
stepfather have left me

some money without
any strings attached?

-Shh!

You mustn't talk that way.

When I speak to the
spirits tonight,

I'll see what can be done.

-You can carry on
with that foolishness.

I'm going to go
and talk to Potter.

If he sold out we'd
all have some money.

-Oh now, he must have
his reasons for waiting.

-Well I don't trust him.

And he better not
double cross me.

-Oh.

Oh.

-That's the best
meal I ever tasted.

-Beats the stew
and beans you cook.

-You should try California's
cooking sometime.

-Yes, of course.

Can we read the will now?

-Just like all the
rest aren't you?

Can't wait to see
what you'll get.

-If you'll all go
in the library,

we'll proceed as soon
as the others arrive.

[KNOCKING]

-Have that repaired.

No place of mine
would be allowed

to get in this condition.

-Put that on your list.

-Sure will.

-Hello, Potter.

-Hello, Phineas.

This is another cousin.

A beneficiary in the
will, Mr. Phineas Phipps.

-Glad to know all
of you, I'm sure.

Well, well, let's get
on with it, Potter.

I'm in a hurry.

My time is worth money.

-Now just a minute, Phineas.

All right, Joshua.

-Just another one of your
nice relatives, California.

-Oh, you can't
blame him too much.

You can pick your friends,
but not your relatives.

-Ha, ha, ha.

-Well, well, Potter,
shall we start?

-Right away.

Phineas, this is your
cousin, Ralph Baxter.

-How do you do?

-We missed you at dinner, Ralph.

-I got more important
things on mine mind.

-Come along, Ralph.

Follow me.

-Nice room.

-Ah, come in.

-Good looking fellow.

My cousin hire him?

-Yes.

There was a picture of
Tom hanging next to him.

But it's broken and
Matilda removed it.

-She took it down because
she hated my father.

-You're mistaken, Ruth.

The frame was broken.

I saw it myself.

-Oh, what's a broken
picture got to do with this?

I'm in a hurry.

-Yeah.

Let's get on with the will.

-Very well.

-I, Hiram Baxter, being
of sound mind and body,

and not acting under duress--

-Oh dag blasted, old Potter.

Do we have sit here
and listen to you

read pages of that tummy rot?

Which we don't
understand anyway?

-This is the legal procedure.

However, if it's agreeable
to all parties concerned,

I could say it in my own words.

-Why certainly.

-Go on.

-Sure.

-Actually, this
document is very simple.

When Tom Baxter,
Ruth's father died,

he stipulated that
his brother, Hiram,

be appointed executor
of the estate.

The income from the property
was given to seven people.

Ruth Baxter, Ralph Baxter,
California Carlson,

Matilda Hackett , Joshua Colter,
Phineas Phipps, and Hiram.

When Hiram died, the estate
was to be equally divided

among the remaining six people.

If one of them dies,
his or her share

shall be divided
among the other five,

four, three, two, and so on.

-I might have known there
would be some trick about this.

-There's no trick, Phineas.

-Well, suppose we
all us [inaudible],

then what do we get?

-I'm afraid not much.

The herd's dwindled to nothing.

And we've had
several dry seasons.

-But what about the land?

That should be worth something.

-The land is
practically worthless.

And on top of that,
there's a loan at the bank,

must be paid off.

-I see.

In other words, there isn't
much left for anybody?

-I could manage
to raise something

for the beneficiaries.

If they will all agree to sell.

-Sell?

The land has no value.

Who's going to buy it?

-A man I'm acquainted with
could use it, at his price.

-Well if it's something
to a friend of yours,

it certainly should be worth
something to these people.

-That is for them to
decide, Mr. Cassidy.

-Then why don't we find
out what they want to do.

-Matilda, will you
sell your share?

-Why yes, if you think
it's best, Mr. Potter.

-Oh, sure, sell.

-There's nothing else to do.

I'll sell.

-And I won't sell.

-Huh?

-I won't sell.

Maybe something can be
done with this place.

-Mr. Lawyer?

-I've given this a lot
of thought, and I--

-Won't sell.

-I won't?

Well, that's it.

My, uh--

-Adviser.

-Advisor says we won't sell.

So I won't sell.

-Well, Mr. Potter, everyone
has expressed their opinions.

-And they're showing
very poor judgment.

-Mr. Potter, the place seems
to have lost a lot of money.

And I, for one, would
like an accounting.

-These tally sheets
are all I have,

but you're welcome to them.

-Didn't anyone keep
a set of books?

-My father had account ledgers.

I know he did.

-If he did I never
saw them, Ms. Baxter.

And I'll remind you that
I'm handling the affairs

of this estate, as
proscribed in the will.

-What's so amusing Mr. Cassidy?

-Oh, I just think about
how funny this is.

-Funny?

Well it's not funny to me.

Nobody but a crooked, crazy,
old skinflint, like Hiram

could've thought of
a will like that.

-There's nothing unusual
about the document.

-No, except that it might
be a great temptation

for them to try to
kill each other.

These six people could be
cut down to, well, say,

three, two, or even one.

[wind]

[gunshot]

No!

-Lucky, take care of him.

-So you tried to
kill me, eh, Matt?

-You're crazy, I heard a shot.

-You got Phineas by mistake.

He was sitting next to me.

-I don't even know this Phineas.

I'm more interested
in those IOU's.

You ain't gonna get
me money, according

to what I heard Potter say.

-I'm going to get
more than $500.

I got a special
deal with Potter.

You know that.

-Oh, Potter.

Over here.

-Ralph has found someone.

-He has.

-What are you doing here, Matt?

-I, uh, I come to see
you, and Ralph, here,

accused me of
trying to kill him.

-Did you?

-Huh?

Of course not.

I was just showing him.

My gun ain't been fired.

[gun clicking]

-Well, it hasn't.

This man a friend of yours?

-His name is Matt Ogden.

He runs a saloon in town.

But he'd no reason
to harm anyone here.

-You said you came
here to see Mr. Potter?

-Yes.

From time to time, I had
a little odd jobs for him.

Like, uh, serving
papers, you know?

-Mmm, hmm.

Have you any papers for
him to serve tonight?

-No, not tonight.

I, uh-- I'll talk
to you tomorrow

about that Higgins matter.

Right now we have more
important things to attend to.

-Sure.

Sure, Mr. Potter.

You coming into town
tomorrow, Ralph?

-Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

You can depend on it.

-Good.

Well, good night.

-Good night.

We better get back to the house.

[knocking]

-What about Phineas?

-Can't help him now, Hop.

-What do you mean?

-He's dead.

-You shouldn't of
moved the body.

-We didn't move it!

-He was right here
when I went outside.

-Why this is
incredible, Mr. Cassidy.

I don't understand it.

-I better send Joshua into
town to get the sheriff.

-That won't do any good now.

Well, don't look so surprised.

You can't prove
there's been a murder

without the corpus delicti.

-You're right.

-What is this, uh,
corpus business.

-It means you have
to have a dead body

to prove someone's been killed.

-Oh, the voices
said would happen.

-Stop that insane talk, Matilda.

-Maybe it's not so
insane, Mr. Potter.

You remember what I said
about the six relatives?

Phineas is number one.

-Oh my gosh.

Give me a high number.

-I suggest you all go to bed and
send for the sheriff tomorrow.

-Well, looks like there's
nothing else to do.

-Hoppy.

I ain't going up to that
room unless you go with me.

-You stick close to Lucky,
I'll be right there.

Go on.

-You ought to be in
bed, Mr. Cassidy.

-I think you're right.

Good night, Matilda.

-Good night.

[crash]

-Now what happened?

-I just sat down on the bed,
and flop, it fell apart.

-Well that's something else
you're going to have fixed.

-Hoppy, let's get
out of this place.

Looks like I ain't going to
get much out of it anyway.

-Maybe we ought to head
back to the bar 20, Hoppy.

-We're staying right here.

-And those kinfolks of mine,
they don't seem so much.

-I'll Agree with you
about the kinfolks.

-I got a hunch this place is
worth more than you think.

-What do mean, Hoppy?

-Oh, they're all
watching each, arguing

and talking about
double crossing.

-Yeah, and there so
much to fight over.

-Well if the place is worthless,
what are they arguing about?

-The ranch can't be worth much.

Even the account books are gone.

-Well I'm going to look
into that in the morning.

-Now what might this read.

-What's the matter,
lost your glasses?

-Don't tell me you got
something else for us to read.

-All right, bring it over.

We'll read it.

-Oh, I can read myself later.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

-Come on, Lucky.

-What is it, Hoppy?

-I just saw Ruth sneaking
across the patio.

We'd better see
what she's up to.

-I've got to go with you.

-Nah, you stay here and get some
rest, but don't fall asleep.

-Well if do, I'll sleep with
one eye open and one foot

in the ground.

-Ha, ha, ha.

That bed's going to be a little
crowded for three people.

-You and Lucky and me?

-No, you and your
two dead cousins.

-I'm nervous or cold.

Ah, gone it, I'm nervous!

-I'm glad you came dear.

-Did you leave a
message in my room?

-Yes.

Now don't be frightened.

I want to help you.

-What's the information
I'm to get here?

-Important information.

The spirits have
instructed me to help you.

-Go on.

-You'll to go to the hidden
canyon tomorrow morning.

There's the three
pillars of stone.

Follow the trail, right
up to the top of the hill.

-What will I find there?

-Something that will
benefit you dear.

-Well, I don't know.

-Oh, you must go.

Another regret will
fall you at daylight.

Now trust me.

While you were at boarding
school I worried all the time.

Now I'm glad to have the
opportunity to help you.

-All right.

I'll do as you say.

-That's fine.

-I delivered the message.

Is there anything else?

-You have done well, Matilda.

-Oh, what about Ralph?

-Do not mention his name.

Concern yourself
with the strangers.

-All right.

I'll be back tomorrow.

-Well either I'm
crazy or she is.

Did I hear voices or was
Matilda talking to herself?

-She wasn't talking to herself.

-Well do you believe in ghosts?

-No.

But Matilda apparently does.

Come on, I want
to see something.

-You can't do that.

-Can't do what?

-Tramp around where
folks is buried.

Them's Potter's orders.

Ain't good for you neither.

-It isn't, huh?

Potter even runs
the graveyard too.

Thanks Joshua.

Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-What are we going to
do about the voices?

-That'll have to wait.

Right now I'm thinking about
what might happen to that girl

tomorrow.

-Yeah, we'll have
to get up early.

Better get to bed.

-You won't have
to worry about it.

I'm going alone.

[scream]

-Ms. Baxter.

Ruth.

It's Cassidy, answer
me, are you all right?

-Yes, help me.

-I'll be right there.

-You get that rope
around your waist?

-I can make it.

-You all set.

-I think so.

-All right, now put your feet
against the side of the wall

when I start to pull you.

-There you are.

You, you sure you're not hurt?

-No, I'm not.

-That's good.

I should've warned
you last night.

I was afraid something
like this would happen.

-Do you mean
somebody deliberately

dug this trap to kill me?

-I certainly do.

-Just wait until I get
back and talk to Matilda.

-Oh, I wouldn't say anything
to her if I were you.

-But she was the one that
told me to come here.

She must have know what
would happen to me.

-I'm not sure that she did.

But don't take any
chances from now on.

-Somebody's out
to make you number

two on that list of relatives.

-I'm afraid so.

Hoppy, will you help me?

-I'll do anything I can for you.

-Jumping jeckers, what happened?

-Ah, it's all right.

-Now don't get mad, Hoppy,
because we followed you.

California thought
you might need us.

-See is was my idea.

Well, it was your--

-Never mind whose idea is was.

It was a good one.

Lucky, you take Ruth
back to the ranch

and don't let her out of
your sight until I get there.

-Sure thing Hoppy.

-Please don't worry.

-I'll try not to.

-What now Hoppy?

-I want to take a look at
this worthless property

as Potter calls it.

-It seems kind of crazy
drilling for water

so far away from
the ranch house.

-They're not drilling for
water, that's an oil rig.

-Oil?

Sure.

-So this is why Potter wanted
you relatives to sell out.

-Why the dirty crook.

[gunshots]

-Well we drove them off.

I want to see Potter.

[knocking]

-Oh, oh, latter sakes.

Did the horse run away with you?

-That explanation will do until
you can supply a better one.

-I was wondering if you'd
be back in time for dinner.

-Then you did expect me back?

-Well, I never know how many
people will be at the table

anymore.

-Thanks, Lucky.

-You're welcome, Ruth.

I think California will
be back any minute.

[knocking]

-I told you not to
come here again.

-Yeah but I thought
you ought to know,

that fellow Cassidy was
hanging around the oil rig.

-What?

-Yeah, don't worry.

We drove them off.

What about the girl?

-She just came back
with that young cowboy.

-Did the housekeeper
do as you told her?

-Of course she did.

-Do you think Matilda--

-Double crossed me?

-Yes.

-No.

She'll do anything if I tell her
the spirits want it that way.

-Maybe that fellow
Cassidy has something

to do with the girl coming back.

-I'll settle with him
before many hours pass.

Now you get back into town.

-Yes sir.

-I'll send word if I need you.

-Too bad your friends
didn't get back

in time for that
excellent dinner, Lucky.

-Don't worry, they're be here.

-I never know how many
will be left to feed.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-I'm going out for a
walk, get some fresh air.

-I'll join you.

Won't you come along, Lucky?

-No, if you don't mind,
I'll wait in the library

until my friends get back.

-Make yourself at home.

-Thanks.

-What are you sneaking in for?

-Don't scare me.

-How's Ruth?

She all right?

-Sure, I was with her.

-It's a wonder
she ever got here.

-Well, never mind that.

California, I want you to
stay out here in the hall

with the door.

Lucky, you go up, down our
room, keep an eye on the patio.

See anyone coming near
the house, let me know.

-Right, Hoppy.

-You know something, Hoppy.

I'm hungry.

-Always talking about eating.

Can't you wait?

-You can get something
to eat later.

Now stay right here.

-Always thinking about eating.

He's had his dinner.

-I wished I'd never
had known relatives.

Got to have them.

Got to have a ma, and a pa.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

-What do you want?

-Where's Mr. Cassidy?

-Why?

-There's something
I want to tell him.

-Why he, uh, he'll be
back in a few minutes.

-All right, I'll wait for him.

-You know, uh, you
can tell me anything

you want Hoppy to know.

-I'll wait for him.

-Ooh, fried chicken.

[wind]

-Ah!

Hoppy!

Hoppy, where are ya?

-Over here.

-I heard footsteps in the wall.

-It was the mice.

-Mice?

Well they sure have big feet.

-I'll go see if I
get him for you.

-Thanks.

[footsteps]

[gunshot]

-What happened to him?

-Somebody shot him.

-No!

-Ralph.

-Can't do anything more for him.

-Who killed him?

-I don't know, ma'am.

-You did!

You didn't like him.

-What was he doing in your room.

-He was looking for Hoppy.

He said he had something
he wanted to tell him.

-What was it?

-He wouldn't tell me.

I went looking for
Hoppy, and heard a shot

and came back in here
and found him like that.

-These windows and doors are all
closed, I can't understand it.

-I tell ya, Hoppy, somebody
fired a shot in this room.

-I would say somebody fired
a shot in this room, you did.

One shell is discharged.

-Sure, I took a shot at a
rabbit, just before dinner.

-He killed him!

He killed him!

I know he did!

-This looks bad for you, Lucky.

-I'll vouch for him, Potter.

-I can't take your
word, Mr. Cassidy.

I'm going to turn him
over to the sheriff.

This time we have the corpus
delecti, and the murderer.

-Don't move anybody.

-Give me that gun, Lucky.

-Sorry Hoppy, these people
are trying to frame me.

-You better let the sheriff
straighten this out.

-He'll straighten out
the kinks of a rope.

-Oh, no he won't.

I'm leaving this room and
nobody's going to stop me.

-I'll ride into town and get
the sheriff to organize a posse.

Saddle my horse.

-Now what, Hoppy?

-We'll have to
wait until morning,

and then I'm going to
take this place apart.

-Yeah, but Lucky.

-I think we an figure it out
before the sheriff catches him.

-Mr. Carlson.

Mr. Carlson, I want
you to come with me.

-Well I was just--

-Oh, come on.

Come on.

-Who lives here?

-The friends, the voices.

I brought a friend with me.

-Good evening, California.

You are welcome.

-Thank you.

-Do not remain here.

Take what you can and leave.

-Yes, sir.

Can I go now?

-You may go.

It was nice seeing you again.

-Oh, it was nice seeing you.

Matilda, I think we
ought to-- Hoppy!

Let me out here.

Let me out.

Hoppy!

-I'm telling you, Hoppy, I
heard the voices last night.

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

Don't bother me.

-I have a mind to get
out of this place.

And how we-- how we
gonna prove that Lucky

didn't do the killing, huh?

And him running away,
that makes it look worse.

-Yeah I know it does, but
will ya stop blabbing,

I'm trying to think.

-Oh, sure, sure.

-Now where was that chair?

Around this way.

There.

Ralph was sitting here.

The bullet went right
through his heart.

-Hey, cousin Hiram won't mind,
he was kind of funny too.

-Ah, I hate to talk
about your relatives,

but I think he crooked.

-Ah, think nothing of it.

He was just a
shirt-tail relative.

-I can't figure it out.

-Mmm, quit worrying about it
and figure this out for me.

I still ain't found my glasses.

-You and your glasses.

-What you say, Hoppy?

-It's just an old shopping
list of Matilda's.

-Yeah, I thought
it said something

about onions and potatoes.

-Yeah.

-Would you mind telling
me what's going on?

-Not now.

Where did you see Potter last?

-In the library.

-Go down to see if he's there.

If he is, tell
him I want to talk

to him in the master's bedroom.

-What you want with him?

-Never mind.

When you're sure he's
in the room with me,

you go out on the patio and see
that nobody leaves the house.

-Well, eh-
-Hurry up, go on.

-Yeah.

-Wonder what we
wants with Potter.

Well, he knows what he wants.

Oh, Mr. Potter?

-Can't you see I'm busy?

What do you want?

-Well excuse me, but Hoppy
wants to talk to you upstairs.

-All right.

-How would I know he was busy?

You know Hoppy wouldn't send
for you just to waste your time.

-Yes, I'm sure of that.

-You want to see me?

-Yes, I think we should
have a little talk.

Come in.

Sit down.

In California's interests I
have done some investigating.

I've uncovered some things
that need explaining.

-For instance?

-You've been embezzling
money form this estate.

-You can't prove that.

-What about the books in
the cabinet downstairs?

-I destroyed them this morning.

-I figured you'd do
that so I found them

and read them last night.

Now you either
sold those cattle,

or hidden them someplace.

-I can satisfactorily explain
any entry you've seen.

-And what about the oil
well you're drilling

and not letting
the heirs in on it?

-All of this won't
save your friend

from hanging for the
murder of Ralph Baxter.

-I think it will.

Ralph apparently found out
something and came to this room

to tell me about it.

That's why he was killed.

-You're crazy, Cassidy.

-And the same person that
killed Ralph, killed Phineas.

And set a trap for Ruth.

Now either you did it,
or you had an accomplice.

-I'm no murderer.

-Stay where you are.

Sit down.

You see I do know
how Ralph was killed.

What's the matter?

Is that chair
uncomfortable, Mr. Potter?

-Why, no.

It's just that--

-Then talk and talk fast.

-All right, all right.

I admit the embezzlement,
but as I told you before,

I'm no murderer.

-Then who's your accomplice?

[gunshot]

-You!

-So, you would have
killed me upstairs.

-Ruth.

Ruth!

[gunshot]

-Hoppy?

Hoppy, where are you?

Hoppy, who done the shooting?

Uh, oh.

Oh!

Matilda!

Matilda!

Oh, where is Hoppy?

-Phineas.

-Oh, my sakes!

-Get it up.

Call the sheriff!

-Let's get her up first.

-Let's get her up.

-In the chair.

Get a glass of water.

-You get it.

[glass breaking]

-There's your mice again.

-Must be rats.

And it ain't rats.

-Won't somebody do something?

Doggonit, where's Hoppy?

There's-- There's-- Thanks.

-It's for her.

-Ah!

-Who is it, Hoppy?

-It's your deceased
cousin, Hiram Baxter.

-Glad to know you.

Hiram!

-Now I know my
father was murdered.

-He murdered a lot
of people, Ruth.

-Hoppy, I found the missing
box in the basement.

-Never mind about that.

I have the prisoner.

Where's Mr. Potter?

-Potter's dead.

-Hiram Baxter, I
thought he was dead.

-Well, he was supposed to
be, but he's very much alive.

-Yes, but I don't see--

-I'll give you all
the evidence you need

to prove that his man
murdered Ralph Baxter, Phineas

Phipps, and probably
his brother Tom.

A couple of minutes ago in this
passage way he killed Potter.

-So he could get the ranch.

-Exactly.

All right, Sheriff.

I'll exchange
prisoners with you.

-Oh, Mr. Hiram and
Mr. Potter dead.

Oh, what will the voices say?

-Now, take it easy.

Don't go to carrying on.

-But Mr. Hiram's alive,
and Mr. Potter's dead.

-Oh.

-I'll get the water.

-He fainted.

-Well, he we are.

There.

I know it all the time
who did the killings.

First I thought it was you.

Then I thought it was--
excuse me, I mean him.

Ha, ha!

-But it was you, California.

-The voices again.

-Now wait, wait a
minute, Mr. ghost.

Hoppy can prove I'm innocent.

-Then he should be
here to defend you.

-I'll get him.

Hoppy!

Hoppy!

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Well there it is.

There's how Hiram did it.

-It was his voice
coming out of the thing?

-Sure.

I found it out in the graveyard.

-Oh!

-Ah, now don't you
feel badly, Matilda.

They just took advantage of you
because you believe in spirits.

And it makes you any happy,
you keep right on doing it.

-Oh, no more of
that, Mr. Cassidy.

I'm going to devote myself to
helping Ruth to run the ranch.

-Me too, now that my
rheumatism's gone.

-Ah, that's good.

Well, goodbye Ruth,
and good luck.

-I don't have to
say anything, Hoppy.

You know how I feel.

-Sure I do.

-Goodbye, Ruth.

-Goodbye, Lucky.

-Bye, Matilda.

-So long, California.

I guess Lucky will have
to help me run the Bar 20.

And don't forget, write to us.

So long.

-Write to him.

Lucky help him run the ranch.

If he can do without me,
I can do without him.

Ha, ha.

Mrs. Ruth, you take
my share of the place,

I'm going back with Hoppy.

Goodbye.

Hoppy!

Wait for me.

I'm coming with you, I'm coming.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

-Wait.

-What's the matter California?

-Well you can't help Hoppy
run the Bar 20 without me.

And besides, Hoppy-

-Besides, we told
him to write, any he

hasn't found these
found these glasses yet.

Ha, ha, ha.

Come on!

Come on.

So long Joshua.

-So long Joshua.