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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I can now state unequivocally

there is not an ounce
of cheese up here.

There’s a cow who
goes by now and then,

but much too fast to be milked.

I’m quite comfortable just now,

but you should
see me at full moon.

I keep sliding off.

Tonight’s program has been a
rather long time in the making.

The light from that star,
for example,

has taken 50,000 years
to reach you.

But I suppose that
is rather unimpressive

considering the age of some
movies now seen on television.

Our story
is considerably younger.

It is called Coyote Moon.

I tried out for the title role,
but was rejected.

They’re using the real thing.

Favoritism, you know.

-Where’d you say you found it?
-Out in the desert...

...lying on the edge
of the highway.

Mister, we pay
a bounty on coyote
in this part of the state.

I know, but I just couldn’t
leave him lying out there
in the sun to die.

-He might have hydrophobia.
-No, he’s been hit by a car.

He might pull through
if we could get him to a vet.

A vet!

Sure, this is a cow town,
isn’t it?

There ought to be
a vet around here.

What? You think any cow doctor’s

gonna go to work on a coyote?

Why not?

Mister, this here’s the
absolute most worthless critter

the good Lord ever made.

If it weren’t for him,

you’d have a plague
of ground squirrels

and rabbits inside of a year.

You know,

one of these critters
will take a sheep dog

twice their size
out in the hills

and lick the tar out of it.

Sure, that’s cold
courage for you.

I’ll go phone Doc Parker.

They send the wagon by here
for me, I’m gonna blame you.

Thanks.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Is he hurt very bad?

That dog, I mean.

Well, that isn’t a dog,
that’s a coyote.

Oh.

I found him on the highway.
He’d been hit by a car.

I felt sorry for him,
lying out there in that hot sun.

-Boy, I know how he feels.
-Oh?

Well, I’m going west,
to see my mother.
She’s sick, you know,

and I’ve been trying to
get out there to see her.

Boy, it feels like
I’ve been on this road forever.

But don’t you worry about me,
I’m gonna get there.

I’m in the home stretch now.

-Where’re you going?
-Sentinel Mesa.

My brother Harry’s
working out there
and as soon as I get there,

we’re gonna drive the rest
of the way in his car.

If it ain’t too late.

Sentinel Mesa?

It’s somewhere’s west of here.

Oh?

You going west?

Fifty-two miles.

Boy, it wouldn’t take long
in a swell car like this.

Wonder how long it’ll take me.

-What’s your name?
-Julie.

Julie, you wouldn’t be trying
to wangle a ride with me,
would you?

Well, just to Sentinel Mesa.

All right, Sentinel Mesa.

I got my bag right here.

Doc says that anyone that
brings a varmint coyote

within half a block
of his house,
he’ll blow his head off.

I expect you better just
bundle him back in the car

and take him along.

[laughs]

I reckon he just came
along for the ride.
[laughs]

-Well, I’m sorry I bothered you.
-[laughs]

Let’s all forget it.

Thanks just the same.

-Right here will be fine.
-Huh?

Stop!

Hey! Hey, Pops!

[Julie]
Hey! Hey, Pops!

[Pops] Bless your heart.
You got us a ride,
did you, honey?

You don’t know how we
appreciate this, mister.
We was about done in.

Come on, there’s plenty of room
up here in front for all of us.

-Pops?
-He’s my father.

-You didn’t say
anything about--
-Hey,

ain’t this a swell rig, though?

All the comforts of home.

[chuckles]

Can’t tell you what this means
to me and Julie, mister.

The old highway sure
is hot on the dogs.

What we waiting for?

Well, we’ll be there
in an hour, anyway.

-Where?
-Sentinel Mesa.

-Huh?
-I told him about Brother Harry,

about his waiting
there with the car.

Oh, yeah.

-Where you headed, mister?
-California.

Well, how do you like that
for a coincidence?

We’re going to California, too.

We’re going to see Ma.
She’s sick out there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Pops] You got work out there
in California?

Yes, I do.

I’m gonna teach
at a university.

-Oh, a professor, huh?
-Associate.

How is that?

Not quite a professor. Almost.

Eh, professors make
pretty good money, I hear.

$2.85, $3.20 an hour,
somebody’s telling me.

[chuckles]

You fellas must have
a pretty strong union.

Smoke?

No, thanks.

How come you’re all alone?

My wife and baby flew out.

Baby? How old?

Three months.

Well, three months,
what do you know about that?

Julie’s gonna have a baby, too.

[chuckles]

Well, congratulations.

Yes, sir.

When we get out to California,

I sure want to see
that baby of yours.

You know him?

How would I know him?

You’ve been giving him
such a going over,

I thought you might be
looking for someone.

Brother Harry, maybe?

Brother Harry’s
in Sentinel Mesa.

Yeah, he’s waiting there
with a car.

Yeah, Harry’s working
in a garage there.

Yeah.
Harry works most of the time.

I don’t have nothing
to do with hitchhikers.

Make it a policy.

Never know who
you’re gonna pick up.

Ninety-nine times out of a
hundred, they’ll be OK,

like... Julie and me here,

but that hundredth fella,
he’s the one
that’ll give you trouble.

You really think so?

You’re doggone right I do.

Can’t be too careful
these days.

[tire popping]

-Flat?
-Afraid so.

Flat as my pocketbook.

-You got a spare?
-Behind the front seat.

I’ll take care of her,
Professor.

I’m a crackerjack with flats.

What’s this?

Paper cups, napkins,
picnic stuff.

Well, from here on out, I’ll
take care of all the breakdowns.

[professor] It’s only 10 miles
to Sentinel Mesa.

Boy, I’m glad. I’m so hungry.

You’re looking at the only
garage in Sentinel Mesa, mister.

Right out them windows.

We ain’t never had anybody
working here named Harry.

Two fifty-five, three and five.

Well, she’s all fixed.

Got the spare tire
put back and everything.

Put it back myself,
saved you 80 cents.

You stick with old Pops,

you’ll make yourself some money.

How about Brother Harry?

You know, that had me
stumped for a minute.

I’d have swore he wrote he
was working in Sentinel Mesa.

-[woman] Sure.
-Sure, what?

[Pops] It wasn’t Sentinel Mesa
at all.

Sentinel Mountain.
Happens all the time.

Bet I know right where
he’s working, the Ace.

Ace. Ace Garage.
That’s it, hey.

-Ace Garage.
-Yeah, even the post office
gets mixed up.

Two towns on the same highway,

28 miles apart, both Sentinel.

Mesa and Mountain.

-How do you feel, honey?
-Not so good.

She’s... You know.

Aw, the poor thing.

Why didn’t you tell me?

Well, I get to feeling so bad,

I don’t like to talk about it.

I get dizzy now and then...

Twenty-eight miles
to Sentinel Mountain.

When’s the next bus due?

-[Pops] Bus?
-Huh?

I’m going to do you both
a favor.

I’m going to pay your fare
to Sentinel Mountain.

Ain’t no bus stops here.

This here’s the country.

-Oh, my...
-She fainted.

Where’s the nearest doctor?

Doc Willoughby.
Twenty-eight miles.

-Get her out to the car.
-[woman] Yeah.

You just go to the Ace Garage

and you ask for Doc Willoughby.

They’ll tell you where.
Come on.

What do you want?

-I would’ve liked a cigarette.
-Oh.

Looks like you’re fresh out.

Here, have one of mine.

Now, why would I put
that in my pocket?

How about that coffee, baby?

[Pops]
Julie?

Oh! We only got this one cup.

Oh, well, what’ll we do?
Take turns?

We’ve got some more.

I’ll get them in a minute.

Let her get them.
Exercise will do her good.

Ah... we’ll have to stop.

They’re in the tire compartment
behind the front seat.

That’s a funny place
to keep cups.

I only took one out.
I didn’t expect company.

Oh.

No, no need to stop.

Pour the professor a cup.

Say, how do you like it?
Cream, sugar...

Wait, I remember, I remember.

Never mind.

We’re stopping here anyway.

And now let’s get out the cups
and have a parting drink.

But I just told you--

I know what you just told me.

I’m telling you to get out.

You, too, Julie.

-We do something wrong?
-Out.

Out!

-And you miserable, old--
-Now, just a minute,
young fella--

-How much did he pay you for it?
-For what?

That brand new tire.

You sold it to the garage man
back there.

Get your bags and get out.

There ain’t nobody here.

Hello!

Hello!

See? There ain’t nobody here.

I don’t care.

You’re getting out anyway.

But there ain’t no water here,
no nothing.

You wouldn’t leave a poor
little girl like Julie

out here in the desert,
would you?

Oh, wouldn’t I?

What you got
to be so sore about?

I’m cruel and ungrateful

and insulting and ungenerous,
but that’s life.

-You’ve got your nerve.
-Couldn’t be sorrier.

We might die out here.

You’ll adapt,
just like the coyote.

Your old man doesn’t
miss a trick, does he?

He sold them both.
That’s a junk tire.

Where’d he go?

[Pops] This here is my boy
Harry, Professor.

He quit his job at
the Ace Garage.
Didn’t you, Harry?

Yeah.

Had a little hard luck
with the car

he was gonna drive us
to California in.

-Didn’t you, Harry?
-Yeah.

He figured we’d be
passing here

and we could all ride
west together.

-Right, Harry?
-Yeah.

He says Pops stole his tires.

-What tires?
-R-right off the car.

Why would I do
a thing like that?

There’s a junk tire
on my back wheel.

The garage man done it.

Figured he was a crook
the minute I saw him.

Mister, do I understand you
called my old man a thief?

He stole my tires.

Now ain’t that gratitude
for you?

We come along with him,

keep him company,
make coffee for him,

help him change a flat tire.

And you go on calling him
dirty names.

What kind of a man are you,
Professor?

[Julie]
Hey.

He’s fixing to leave us here.

Is that right, Professor?

You call my old man a thief

and my sister a liar,

and tell them you’re gonna dump
’em out here in the desert?

You do all them things?

Huh?

You know, if it was up to me,

I wouldn’t take you
one step further.

[engine sputtering]

-[Pops] What’s the matter?
-Out of gas.

Hey, Professor.

How long since you got gas?

Abilene or someplace like that.

-Abilene?
-That’s 300 miles.

Well, maybe it wasn’t Abilene,
maybe it was someplace
in Oklahoma.

Dumb jerk.

And I thought professors
was supposed to be so smart.

Absent-minded, too.

You think it’s funny,
don’t you?

You know where we are?

Halfway between Sentinel
Mountain and El Paso.

There’s 30 miles of desert
before we get to the next water.

You’ll adapt.

I ought to bust you
right in the teeth.

[car horn honking]

Hey, somebody’s coming.

Go on, Julie, go on,
get out there. Hurry!

[brakes screeching]

Pops, Harry, come on!

[Harry] Quick,
go sit in the front.

[rock-and-roll music playing]

[operator]
Operator.

Get me the police, please.

Do you wish the police
department at El Paso
or Sentinel Mountain?

Anyone, but make it fast.

I’m at...

Eh... Scorpion Springs.

They robbed me blind
and they’re walking away.

Boy, mister,
we sure do appreciate this.

Hey, Pops, Harry, come on!

Bless your heart.

That old highway sure
is hot on the dogs.

[Harry] How far you going,
mister?

-El Paso.
-Huh?

-Laryngitis.
-[Harry] Oh.

[engine stalling]

Is something wrong?

What’s the matter?

Hey, take your foot
off the pedal, mister.

You’re flooding it.

I’ll be right back.

Hey! Hey, where’re you going?

Dumb jerk was flooding it.

Bet I can start it for him.

[engine stalling]

[man] Well,
I certainly do thank you.

Not at all.

My car!

My car was right here.

[man]
Hey!

Hey, there! That’s my car.

Look, there’s a police car.

[officer] Someone out here
called El Paso. What’s going on?

Somebody just swiped my car.

-[officer] Where’d they go?
-Right there.

-[man] All of ’em.
-[officer] Stay right
where you are.

Come on.

[man] They were trying
to steal my car.

Well, he’s a liar.
He rode right up
and asked us to come in.

-I did no such thing.
-We were inside
looking at the map.

He told me he had something
wrong with his throat!

He sure did.

Does it sound like I have
something wrong with my throat?

You three lying tramps,

so help me,
you’re going to go to jail

if I have to
put you there myself.

[Harry] You’re making
a big mistake, officer.

He came right up to us
and asked us to come right in.

-I’m telling you,
he asked us to come in.
-[Julie] He did...

I’m telling you,
it’s a frame-up.

[officer] Shut up,
all three of you!

You find yourself a lawyer
and tell him all about it.

[Harry]
But I’m telling you...

[officer] Now head on inside
there while we fill out
the complaint.

In case you’re wondering
about Julie, Harry and Pops,

that trio of nature’s noblemen,

they received just what
they deserved and more.

As it turned out,

they had been part
of a gang of hijackers

that stole supermarket carts,

filed off the serial numbers,

smuggled them to Mexico,

where they had sold them
as baby carriages.

The court showed them no mercy.

I hope you didn’t mind
the lack of murder

and mayhem in tonight’s story,

but we thought we might
give you a vacation from it.

For those of you
who insist on violence,

I can only refer you
to your daily paper

or your innermost thoughts.

Next time,
we promise to do better.

Until then, goodnight.