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Good evening,
fellow tourists.

I think this proves
that in some areas

the airplane can
never replace the train.

The gentleman
who tied me here

was most thoughtful.

In order to keep
the railroad tires

from chapping my hips
he put me on an anthill.

And in the event I wanted
to do some reading,

he left me a
railroad timetable.

I have found it most useful.

You see, my assailant
was a railroad executive

who took exception
to some of my remarks

about the promptness of trains.

I have the last
laugh, however,

for I see by a footnote

that the train he
expected would trisect me

runs only on the Friday
preceding Decoration Day

and the Tuesday following
Labor Day except on leap year.

There isn't another
train scheduled to pass

for 30 minutes.

That should give us
just enough time

to watch a half hour
television show.

Keeping to the theme
of tonight's program,

I must warn you that
before you get a look

at the pleasant scenery,

we must first pass through

one of those dismal tunnels.

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(train trundling)

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Help!

Let me go!

Johnny, you've got to
stop shooting Indians.

I told the boy
a thousand times.

Excuse me, sir.

Johnny, please, son,
listen to your father

just once on this trip.

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Oh, I'm very sorry.

Pardon me.

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(Johnny mimics gunshots)

Johnny, Johnny!

You mustn't go around
shooting people in the--

in the corridors.

Son, it isn't nice.

-Bang!
-Oh, son!

Son, you're making
your mother very nervous.

Now, you just stop
your horsing around

until we get to the club car
or you're going right to bed.

Now go ahead, son.

Johnny, now you stay
on the train, son.

Oh, come on, dear.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

It's the next train.

I'm sure it's that next
car right over there.

Yes.

I'm sure it's
the next one, dear.

Two Old Fashioneds.

Stick 'em up!

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It's turning to snow.

That's right.

Set them up for everybody.

There's a big spender.

Faster, partner!

We interrupt our program
with a late bulletin

from our news bureau:

The patient who
escaped two days ago

from the state mental hospital

has been reported in
the area of San Lucerno.

San Lucerno?

Due to the extreme weather
conditions, however,

the police expect to apprehend

the patient shortly.

Well, what'll
you have, Johnny?

Didn't we stop at
San Lucerno tonight?

That's a fact.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Well, what'll it
be, Mother, hmm?

Scotch on the rocks.

Mmm-hmm.

Scotch on the rocks
for Mrs. Templeton

and bourbon for me

with a little
water on the side.

How about a nice warm
glass of milk, Johnny?

How about a peanut?

Now, son, please don't shoot
peanuts in the club car,

I told you that.

Nice warm glass of
milk for the boy.

Yes, sir,
right away, sir.

I'll get you a nice glass
of milk right away, cowboy.

You want some chocolate in it?

Just plain.

Yes, ma'am.

You want a peanut, too?

Now, now, no
chocolate tonight, son.

They let me have chocolate
in my milk at school.

You're no longer in
that particular school

in case you've
forgotten what happened.

Darling, please don't
start on that again.

Well, I was only going--

Shh, son, son, now come on.

I am quite familiar with
the details, thank you.

All right, Mother, but it's
not the end of the world.

I mean, he's not the first boy
ever to be expelled from school.

Don't start
defending him, Larry,

please don't
start defending him.

When I think of the money
we laid out to get him

into the best school,
I could just die.

Darling, we did get part of
the tuition back, didn't we?

Just lie down and die.

And believe me, there are
much pleasanter ways to go.

We could have taken poison.

I'd better get my guns--

Don't interrupt!

Now, take it easy,
darling, he's just a boy.

And he's at an age where
boys like to talk a little.

Will he ever get over the age?

Is it too much to ask?

Son, come on.

Here we go.

Atta boy.

Darling, I might
point this out

that you were the one
who wouldn't hear

of sending him
to a public school.

Oh, it's my fault, of course.

I suggested we give him the
most expensive private school

in the country.

It was my fault
he's kicked out

and we have to travel
clear across the country

for three days.

Oh, son,
oh, please no.

Look, son,
here, look.

Do you think after
you've finished this

you could go right
back to bed, hmm?

Hmm, do you?

Do you?

It was on the radio
that there's a guy

who was gonna...

You know, he was--

Don't interrupt!

Darling, he didn't interrupt.

I was asking
the boy a question.

He's been butting into
every conversation we've had

for the past two days.

And when you're
not butting in,

the two of you are yapping
about cowboys and Indians.

Don't you ever get tired--

Darling, it is only
natural for a boy

to get excited going
through this wild West.

At the risk of repeating
myself, I repeat--

Look, Johnny, no.

Come back with your mother's--

Johnny, come back here, son.

Come--look here, son.

Son, I told you not to
take your mother's furs.

Now that's not being
a straight shooter now.

Come on, son,
have your--

have your glass of cow juice,

and then back
to the bunkhouse

and rest your
weary bones

with the rest
of the cowboys, huh?

Atta good boy.

There's your hat.

Here's the furs, dear.

Got them all right.

-Thank you.
-There you are.

Sit down.

Oh, boy,
what a night.

What a night, dear.

-Are you warm enough?
-Yes.

Now we could
always get 'em

to turn the heat up, you know.

No, I'm warm enough.

-You sure, now?
-In fact, I'm too warm.

-I'm hot.
-Hmm?

Can you get them
to turn down the heat?

Oh, sure--waiter!

Could you...

Johnny!

Don't put the
milk in the ashtray.

Fellow travelers, hi there.

I'm taking the liberty
of addressing you,

sir, madam,

and you, young fella.

About this time
in the evening,

I like a drink,
and I like it very much,

but there's one
thing I don't like,

I don't like drinking alone.

So, I humbly
beg your pardon

and ask the favor
of your allowing me

to join your
little family circle,

to save me from
the horrible fate

of drinking in
solitary confinement.

My name is Kilmer.

I just got on down
here at San Lucerno.

How do you do, Mr. Kilmer?

It's a pleasure, I'm sure.

My name is Templeton
and this is Mrs. Templeton.

Ma'am.

Happy to make
your acquaintance.

I know something
about you, Mrs. Templeton.

Really?

What's that?

You're the best looking
woman on this train

by a mile and a half.

Won't you join us, Mr. Kilmer?

Why, thank you.

You're very kind.

Son, get over
to that chair.

Mr. Kilmer,
let me help you.

You know...

it's an old man's privilege

to compliment a lady

in the presence
of her husband.

How you doing there, cowboy?

Fine, thank you, sir.

That's great stuff
you're drinking there.

Put flesh on your bones.

You take it from
an old cowpoke.

I'd drink that cow juice for
weeks and weeks at a time.

Nothing else but.

So go on, bottoms up!

Salute.

This is the worst weather
you've ever heard about

in your life, Mrs. Templeton.

Isn't it perfectly awful?

Yes, it's not fit
for man nor beast.

-Sir?
-Hmm?

You were a cow puncher?

Yeah.

John.

It is perfectly
dreadful weather.

Somebody at this table
in the dog house?

Don't worry, young fella,

we all gotta grow
up the hard way.

When I said, "Ain't this the
worst weather you've ever seen,"

I've seen worse.

Mm-hmm.

1916 we had eight foot of
snow on the Alta Verde Mesa.

Three hundred head of longhorn
steers froze stiffer than wood,

and they didn't
thaw out till spring.

Yes, ma'am, it's a fact.

Oh, the stories
I could tell you.

Waiter...

I'll have what
the lady's got.

If I'm any judge of whiskey

and the color
and body of it

it's scotch and
it's over the rocks.

That's what I want.

Just gives me
the cold shivers

to look outside.

(man groans)

-Sir.
-Yeah?

Do you mean longhorn cattle?

Uh-huh.

The kind with the
great big long horns?

-That's the one!
-Larry, please!

You mustn't interrupt while the
gentleman is speaking, son, now.

Please, remember that.

That's all right, sir.

I don't mind.

Yeah, son, some of them
were 10 foot across.

But that was a long time ago,

back in my time.

This train slowing down some?

Oh, we do seem
to be slackening

our pace considerably.

Must be going round a bend.

Gotta be careful
in this weather.

Oh, yes.

We gotta be real careful.

We're carrying precious
cargo on this trip

and we don't want no trouble.

To your very good
health, Mrs. Templeton.

Mr. Kilmer.

To yours, sir.

God!

You're a lucky man.

Yes, I know it, sir.

That's what I like to hear.

You don't see many happy
families around anymore.

None at all.

Well, good luck
to you, too, cowboy.

I've got a belt at home!

My father gave it
to me for Christmas.

It's got a silver buckle
with a longhorn steer on it!

John!

I don't want to have
to tell you again!

Now be a good boy and don't
interrupt your elders.

I don't mind, ma'am.

Hey, we're not
going round a bend,

but we sure are slowing down.

Let's find out
something, cowboy.

-Waiter!
-Yes, sir?

We got a flat tire or something?

I don't know, sir.

I know we ain't due to stop
for another six hours yet.

Oh, so what?

We're smack dab in
the middle of New Mexico

in a raging blizzard,

the kind I ain't
seen in 20 years,

and I'm kickin'.

I'm snug and I'm warm,

and in the company
of delightful

female companionship,

and I'm complaining.

Guess we just don't learned
to count our blessings,

do we, Mr. Templeton?

No, sir, I guess not.

You know something?

For 20 years of my
life I was a cowboy.

Oh, I'd spend six
or eight months

out of the year
out on the range

in all kinds of weather.

And I swore then the only
thing I wanted out of life

was a nice warm house
to go to when it got cold.

That's all I wanted.

Just a nice, warm place.

That was the sum
tee-total of my ambition.

Have you ever been

caught out in the
cold, Mr. Templeton?

Well, no, no, not really.

Well, I want to tell
you folks something.

Cold is the worst
thing that there is.

And I sure pity anybody out
there on a night like this.

You know what's a funny thing,

riding on this train
tonight in this storm?

It takes me back to...

Hey, we've stopped.

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Daddy!

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Oh, Mr. Conductor.

Yes, sir.

We've been here
about an hour.

When are we going
to get started?

Nothing to worry about, sir,

our generator went out.

It'll be about
10 or 15 minutes.

Conductor, you're sure
you're not lying to us?

I'm a Sunday school
teacher, ma'am.

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-Put a head on that.
-Yes, sir.

We interrupt our program

to bring you
a special bulletin.

The police have
redoubled efforts

to locate the mental patient,

now believed to be
lost in the storm.

Hospital authorities
wish to emphasize

the fact the man
is not dangerous.

He needs help.

Please communicate
with the state police.

You know, this is funny.

Sir?

I don't mean funny,
I mean it's strange.

Maybe I don't even
mean it's strange,

but I seem to be
reliving something

that happened 50 years ago.

Would you folks like
to hear a story?

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About cowboys?

-Yeah.
-Larry.

Now, look, son.

I was saving this
as a surprise,

but, well, there it is.

A real silver dollar.

Now, it's just like
the cowboys use,

isn't that right, Mr. Kilmer?

You bet you, when they
could get their hands on them,

they really used them.

-Excuse me.
-Mmm-hmm.

Now, there you are, son.

That's yours if you can
manage to do just one thing.

Now, if you can manage
not to interrupt

while Mr. Kilmer's
telling his story.

You think you can
manage that, sir?

I mean not one single,
solitary interruption.

That's a real silver dollar?

Yes, sir, that's
a real silver dollar.

Oh, I don't mind
the boy talking.

That isn't the
point, Mr. Kilmer.

This is a rather
involved family affair.

It concerns a young man who
talks more than is good for him,

who needs discipline,

and who should not
be given a reward

for doing the
things he should do.

Oh, now, look, Mother,
let the boy win a reward.

It might do him some good.

What do you say, John?

You think you can
manage to keep quiet?

Are you going
to keep quiet, John?

Yes, Mother.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, touch now, John-John.

Now, look, we'll
let you sit here

and listen to
Mr. Kilmer's story,

and then we'll decide whether
you've earned it or not.

Won't take more than
10 minutes at the most.

There.

Now, here, look
at your Round-up Randy,

official timekeeper there.

Now, it says just, uh...

10 minutes of nine.

That's straight shooter time.

Now, if you can be quiet
until Round-up Randy

points to nine o'clock,

you can have the dollar.

It's just 10 minutes.

Okay?

Okay.

All right.

Your mother knows best, boy.

Always remember that.

Your mother knows best.

Now, about this story.

It was in 1905.

Show you how broke I was,

I took a job
as a sheepherder.

I had 500 sheep,
2 dogs and a horse

for 6 whole months.

Now, son, you
wanna show that

to the boys back
home, don't you?

He'd like to had you
that time, didn't he, son?

Well, aside from the
fact that a cockroach

is the lowest form of life,

I guess my job
as a sheepherder,

I was underneath him.

But I was young and strong in
those days and I didn't mind.

I tended those sheep
for three months

and everything
was going fine.

No coyotes, no trouble
with the dogs and...

Well, it was too
good to be true,

and then all of a sudden...

up she come.

Trouble?

Trouble is right, sir.

A storm.

The worst storm ever.

She come up fast in
the middle of the night,

and by the time
I had woke up,

maybe there was five or six
inches of snow on the ground.

I started looking for my sheep

and I couldn't see my
hands in front of my eyes.

Dogs barking all
over the place.

I went to where
I had tied my horse

and I had to feel
my way along the ground.

Found the place, no horse.

The reins were still tied
there but the horse was gone.

Then I tried to make myself
heard by shouting at the dogs.

The wind kept getting
louder and louder.

All of a sudden,

I was alone...

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...and I knew it, I was lost.

Mr. Kilmer!

Johnny!

Don't break your promise, son.

Please, go on, Mr. Kilmer.

I'll make it a short story.

It ain't got much
point to it, anyway.

Well, I don't know how long
I stumbled around out there,

like I was drunk.

I had to keep moving.

If I'd have stood still,

I'd have froze
to death for sure.

I don't know how long I kept
it up, guess most of the night.

My feet got so cold

I couldn't feel them anymore.

I just kept pushing
them up under me.

Pushing them up under me.

Didn't have any idea
where I was going.

I didn't know whether
I was dead or alive.

And then all of a sudden,

I knew I was dead.

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-Sir?
-What?

All of a sudden, I looked
up and what did I see?

A light.

A great big light.

You know, like a band
of angels coming after me.

I was sure I was
dead and in heaven.

But there's only one thing
I couldn't figure out.

How did it get
so cold up there?

But that light
kept coming at me.

Like maybe a
billion candle power.

Then I heard a sound and
I knew what that light was.

Wh-What was it?

A train.

It was a train.

A genuine locomotive
coming right at me.

You see, I was standing
right in the middle

of the railroad tracks.

Well, I got out of the
way fast, and I hollered.

You know, like a cowboy?

Ee-yah!

Them days, trains
ain't like they are now.

Man stood outside and
hollered, you could hear him.

Nowadays, old Gabriel himself
could stand outside that window

and blow his head off
and we wouldn't hear him.

You know why?

This is two-ply glass.

Makes the finest
kind of insulation.

What happened?

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What?

Oh.

Well, they heard me.

Fireman heard me.

Stopped the whole
doggone train.

Mr. Kilmer.

Yeah, what is it, boy?

Larry, take him to bed.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's forfeited the dollar.

Take it away from him
and put him to bed.

Then perhaps we
can have a little

peace and quiet around here.

Now look, son, you keep
your eyes on that watch.

Now, I give you one
more chance, old boy.

Now, you try not
to say another word

and we'll try to make
another deal for the dollar.

Okay?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Kilmer.

Go ahead, I'm sorry.

Well, it was a cattle train.

It wasn't going very fast,

and headlight had
picked me up anyway.

They hauled me on board and
that's the end of the story.

Now, look, I told you it
wasn't a very good story.

It's just that, you know,

riding this train
tonight and this storm,

it kind of took me--

it reminded me of something.

I enjoyed that story
very much, sir.

I enjoyed it
very much indeed.

Yeah, so, you know,
stopping this train tonight,

out in that storm, it...

Oh, I just felt like I've
been here before sometime,

Mr. Templeton.

Oh, what's the
name of that song?

"Where or When."

It's built on the same theme.

It's as if you're living
something that happened

a long time ago.

I know that feeling.

That's exactly right,
Mrs. Templeton.

The name is Mary.

Mary.

Yes, ma'am,
that's it exactly.

You know, I felt like I was
out in that blizzard tonight,

being trapped out
in that blizzard,

nearly freezing to death.

Reliving something over again.

Feeling like I'd never
see a living soul

on this earth again.

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Hey, the power is on.

Kind of strange
to work that, huh?

Waiter, you put
a head on this, please?

Yes, sir.

Imagine being caught
out in a blizzard.

And what comes
along to save you?

A train!

A genuine, big-as-life train.

One chance in a million.

Guess not everybody was
as lucky as I was that night.

I been a God-fearing
man ever since then, sir.

Hey, Mr. Conductor.

All set now.

I told you folks it
wouldn't take long.

Got to make a little
speed now, huh?

Guess so,
guess we do.

Good.

Come on, son, finish up
that glass of milk.

Come on now, it's really back
to the bunkhouse this time.

But there's a man
outside there.

-There's a what?
-He was back there.

A man.

Come on, son,
now none of this.

There is.

Mom, there's a man.

Don't, don't,
don't interrupt.

You're just gonna
upset Mother.

Now, come on,
son, let's go.

Well, Mr. Kilmer, do you...

do you think John
has earned his dollar?

I know he's made
one or two breaks,

but on the whole
what do you think?

I think this old cowboy
has earned that pokey.

And I'll vote
to give it to him.

What about you, Mother?

Hmm?

Oh, give him the dollar

and put him to bed,
for heaven's sake!

All right.

There you are, son.

Now say good night
to Mr. Kilmer.

Good night, Mr. Kilmer.

Good night, cowboy.

Sleep tight.

And wake up in the
morning real bright.

And just one more
piece of advice

from your old cowboy friend.

You take that cartwheel
and put it in a safe place,

where there ain't no low-down,

rustling horse thief can
get his hands on it, huh?

Okay, put it away.

Hah!

That's the ticket.

Say good night
to Timothy, son.

Good night, Timothy.

Good night, cowboy!

Sleep tight.

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Mother.

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Now, ain't you
ashamed of yourself.

Now, why should I be?

He'll give the
kid another one.

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What's a dollar mean to
a kid like that anyway?

What does it mean?

(chuckles)

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I suppose you expect me to
be discouraged, but I'm not.

I have faith
that the railroad

will not allow a man
to lie here indefinitely.

As a matter of fact,
some passing workers

have assured me
that the train

will be by in
a few seconds.

(train blows whistle)

There it is now.

If you want to turn away,

you may.

(crashing collision)

Look.

A complete loss.

Fortunately no one was hurt.

No one on the
train, that is.

I seem to have sustained

a very bad bruise
on one finger.

If you've enjoyed our
story or any of this trivia,

perhaps you'll be interested
in tuning in next week

when we shall have
more of the same.

Until then, good night.

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