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(lively upbeat music)

,60 Holy, holy, holy ,60

,6O Lord God Almighty ,6O

,60 Early in the morning ,60

,60 Our song shall rise to thee ,60

,60 Holy, holy, holy ,60

,60 Merciful and mighty ,60

,60 God in three Persons ,60

,60 Blessed Trinity ,60

,60 Holy, holy, holy ,60

,6O Lord God Almighty ,6O

,60 All thy works shall praise thy name ,60

,60 In earth and sky and sea ,60

,60 Holy, holy, holy ,60

,60 Merciful and mighty ,60

,60 God in three Persons ,60

,60 Blessed Trinity ,60

- Good morning.

- Judge, your boys are responsible

for Mr. Stevens attending church this morning.

- That's as fine a boy choir as I ever heard.

- My daughter Terry's responsible for the musical training.

My job is to try to make good citizens of them.

- Darned if you're not making one out of me.

Parson, I'm going to attend services

every Sunday. - Thank you.

- Judge, if your boys' hymns

can make a Christian out of a newspaper editor,

boy, that's pews (all laughing)

- Enjoyed the services very much.

- Well, here's some more.

Dad's giving me a birthday party tomorrow night

and you're invited. - Terry, I'll put that

in the social notes.

- Can you find a spot for this, Jim?

I'm going to petition the city council

to close Belle Bonner's gambling resort.

(gentle lilting music)

(whistle trilling)

- Beat it, I'm in conference. - This is important, Boss.

- So is my face.

- "Judge Grey demands gambling ban."

- Hmm? Let me see that.

"Jurist brands Belle Bonner's Resort menace to community.

(scoffs) I can't be seeing right.

- "Judge John Grey, who operates his J Bar Ranch

for the rehabilitation of under-privileged boys-"

- Professional jealousy.

The big boys who come in here

don't get any privileges either.

That's why they come in.

- "Judge Grey urges the county supervisors

to close Belle Bonner's gambling resort.

'The Bonner woman,' declares Judge Grey,

'not only preys uP°"

the highly-paid workers of the tungsten mine,

but upon the youth of the valley."'

This Grey packs a lot of weight.

- I'll spot him that.

- Now these long-haired reformers are murder.

What happens if he does close us up?

- You three lugs will have to go to work.

- Well, I gotta- - I oughta take care of

this old psalm-singer. - Figure an angle.

How can I go to work? I ain't got time.

- Now don't cry, kiddies.

Mama will see that you keep on riding the gravy train.

What a dish. - What is this,

a beauty parlor or a Matisse saloon?

- The word's salon. - Quit clowning, Belle.

This is business. - Yeah, my business.

I built it up from a dive to a high-class joint.

And no psalm-singing blue nose is going to...

Hey, Pete, get my car. - [Pete] Okay.

- You fellas, get back to your jobs.

- Where are you going? - To the J Bar Ranch.

- You can't take on the judge. He's tough.

- The right amount of dough might soften him up a bit.

- Belle, don't try a bribe. - I've nothing to lose.

- No? How are you fixed for teeth?

(gentle lilting music)

,60 Away beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

,60 Where yawning canyons greet the sun ,6O

,60 As it smiles above the trees in Idaho ,6O

,60 To say another night is done ,60

,60 Warm summer winds toss the waving grain ,60

,60 Calling me back to my home again ,60

,60 To dream sweet memories of long ago ,60

,60 Beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

,60 When I am lonely my dreams picture to me ,60

,60 My home and all I've left behind ,60

,60 Someday I'll go back to live happy and free ,60

,60 No worry on my mind ,60

,60 It's peace that I'll find ,60

,60 Away beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

,60 Where yawning canyons greet the sun ,6O

,60 As it smiles above the trees in Idaho ,6O

,60 To say another night is done ,60

,60 Warm summer winds toss the waving grain ,60

,60 Calling me back to my home again ,60

,60 To dream sweet memories of long ago ,60

,60 Beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

(aydienge applauding) - Walt a minute, everybody.

Wait a minute.

Lis@en._ _ (boys cholr singing)

,60 Away beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

,60 Where yawning canyons greet the sun ,6O

,60 As it smiles above the trees in Idaho ,6O

,60 To say another night is done ,60

,60 Warm summer winds toss the waving grain ,60

,60 Calling me back to my home again ,60

,60 To dream sweet memories of long ago ,60

,60 Beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

,60 Beyond the hills in Idaho ,60

(audience applauding)

(gentle lively music)

- That's a great bunch of kids, Judge.

- And someday, they'll be fine men,

if we can only continue building

now that the foundation is laid.

- You running out of mortar?

- Oh, I've gotten out of tight spots before.

You looking for someone, ranger?

- A very pretty girl, answers to the name of Terry.

- Last seen in the company

of a dangerously good-looking man.

- Well, in that case, I haven't got a moment to lose.

(Terry chuckling)

- Bob, you propose better each time.

- Now don't laugh, Terry, I'm serious.

You know I'm going to keep right on asking you.

Maybe someday you'll change your mind.

- I'm awfully fond of you, Bob.

I wish I could say yes, but I've gotta say no.

- [Roy] You heard that, didn't you, Robin?

- Oh, how did you know we were here?

- Simple matter of deduction.

Moonlight, soft music.

Besides, this is the place

where we usually come to propose, Isn't It?

- Now listen, Terry- - [Roy] What's the score now?

- 16 to 14. - You're two up on me, Bobby.

- Well, go on and try a couple.

(Terry and Roy chuckling)

- Oh, Terry, why don't you haul off

and say yes? - No.

- 15. - Ouch!

- A note.

I suppqse this is gomgbody proposing by carrier pigeon.

- Mm-hmm. (chuckles) - What's his score?

- Pretty high. Dad's always leaving notes around.

"Darling, I just happened to think

you'd like a birthday party, J.G."

- It's quite a party. - My dad's quite a fellow.

But he shouldn't be spending money on me.

The ranch is in debt.

Giving his boys a chance in life is all he lives for.

That's why he's so determined to make this town

a good place for them to live in.

- Tangling with Belle Bonner isn't gonna be easy.

_(people laughing) (lively upbeat muslc)

,60 Don Juan ,60

,60 There's a feller down in Mexico ,60

,60 That's a senorita's dream ,60

,60 He can throw a noose on the wild coyotes ,60

,60 And as a lover, he's supreme ,60

,60 He's the pomp and pride of the countryside ,60

,60 Where the Rio rolls along ,60

,60 He can rope and ride but he hits his stride ,60

,60 When he sings a cowboy song ,60

,60 Don Juan ,60

,60 He's a gentleman from Mexico ,60

,60 Don Juan ,60

,60 That's a mucho bueno Romeo ,60

,60 He sets the senoritas' hearts aflame ,6O

,60 Across the Rio Grande ,60

,60 He has a manner that ,60

,60 The pretty dark-eyed gals can understand ,60

,60 I can sing and dance, I can shoot the fence ,60

,60 Like a champion matador ,60

,60 And I'm tellin' ya, pals, I can woo them gals ,60

,60 Like they've never been wooed before ,eo

,60 But the clumsy way you court today ,6O

,60 Just fills me with disgust ,60

,60 I can wink one eye as them gals pass by ,60

,60 A maiden bites the dust ,60

,60 Don Juan ,60

,60 He's a gentleman from Mexico ,60

,60 Don Juan ,60

,60 That's a mucho bueno Romeo ,60

,60 He sets the senoritas' hearts aflame ,6O

,60 Across the Rio Grande ,60

,60 He has a manner that ,60

,60 The pretty dark-eyed gals can understand ,60

,60 Don Juan ,60

(audience applauding)

- Yee, hee, hee, hee!

Well, good night, fellers. I'll be seeing you.

(audience applauding) - [All] Bye!

(gentle romantic music)

- Can I cut in, babe?

- I'm sorry.

- Mind if we sit this one out, Judge?

I feel a little chat coming on.

- We can talk in my study. - Fine.

(door thuds)

- Quite a ball.

A wonder that you can afford it.

Why, the fruit punch alone

must have run you into heavy dough.

- It can't be my financial standing

that disturbs you, Miss Bonner.

- What makes you think I'm disturbed?

- You read the papers, don't you?

- Only the funnies.

That's how I happened to catch your article.

- Miss Bonner, I seriously intend

to try to put you out of business.

- You pack enough weight in this town to do it.

- Well, that's quite an admission, Miss Bonner.

- Now comes the proposition.

You lay off my racket and I'll help you stay in yours,

which I hear has you winging for money.

You see, I've got a charitable nature, too.

Just how much money would it take

to get this boys camp of yours out of the red?

- A considerable amount.

Whereas I think I can get you out of the town

with no cost whatever.

That's all, Miss Bonner.

- Don't give me that judicial brush off.

30 dollars or 30 days. It won't be all.

- Would you mind leaving by this door, please?

- That's him in the door. Come on.

- I hope you're a couple of process servers.

- We're a couple of old friends.

- Hey, good looking!

Take it from me, this party's a dud.

You'll be up to your ears in potato salad

and local Maud Mullers.

If It gets you, drop in on me.

I'm Belle Bonner, owner of the town's smartest bistro.

That's elegant for saloon.

(gentle foreboding music)

- Hello, Tom. You still writing notes?

- Spike Madagan.

- This is Duke, old Mike's son.

Shake hands with Tom Allison.

He's robbed more banks than you've got teeth.

- And you end up being a judge.

That's a better percentage than my old man got.

You must be plenty smooth.

- And it seems you've inherited

your father's heavy-handed technique.

- What do you mean?

- That upstate bank robbery was a clumsy attempt.

- What are you talking about?

The kid and I are just passing through.

I thought for old time's sake you might...

- Hide you out? - You catch on quick.

We're plenty warm.

- Well, you won't cool off here. I don't hide murderers.

- Oh, you listen to the radio, huh?

- There are a couple of state rangers among my guests

who'd be pleased to meet you two.

- And wouldn't they be happy to know

that the honorable Judge Grey is the notorious Tom Allison.

- That's all too long ago to even interest them.

- How would your daughter feel

about having an ex-convict for a father?

- That ex is my debt to society paid in full.

(tense menacing music)

(pistol fires)

- [Duke] Come on, let's get out of here.

(people murmuring) - [Man] What was that?

(pistols banging)

- We can catch 'em by going that way.

(tense dramatic music)

- Step on it.

(pistol fires) (bullet thuds)

(tense dramatic music continues)

- Well, you better learn to shoot again.

- I guess you're right.

Hey, wait a minute.

(gentle pensive music)

Gasoline.

- Oh, it's probably the radiator.

- We'll find out.

(tense dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

(car engine sputtering)

- We're fresh out of gas.

(brakes squealing)

(gentle suspenseful music)

Plugged us right in the tank.

There's that Ford.

- Do you think he'll stop? - He better stop.

- [Frog] What's the matter? - We're out of gas.

- (laughing) And where was you gomg In such a hurry?

- Canyon City to Belle Bonner's.

- Belle Bonner? Hmm, I don't blame you.

She's about the prettiest view around here. Get in.

(gentle pensive music)

Sure lucky for you fellers it was me that picked you up.

- Is it? - Yeah, lots of folks

wouldn't pick up strangers at night,

in case they might be bandits.

But not me. No, sirree.

I ain't afraid of nobody.

- It was gasoline.

- Well, it didn't seem to help much. They got away.

Must've caught a ride.

- We better get to a phone and put out a warning.

- Bonner's is the nearest place.

- Here we are. There's Bonner's.

- Listen, those rangers are on our tail

and we oughtn't to be stopping at no saloon.

- Relax, Mike.

When we get inside, we'll be just two more guys.

(whistle trilling)

- [Frog] Well, here you are. - Thanks.

We'll see you around. - I'm going with you.

I'm gonna buy you a drink. - Now listen.

You've done enough for us. - Forget it.

On my night off, I'm a playboy.

- [Reporter] It was reported Judge Grey's two assailants

fled in an automobile

with rangers Bob Stevens and Roy Rogers in pursuit.

(audience? qpplaudipg) (gentle llltlng muslc)

(bright energetic music)

- Good evening, Miss Bonner.

I've brung you some guests.

- Thanks. - I picked them up

at the sawmill crossings.

(laughs) They was plum out of gas.

- You were right. That potato salad really got me.

- My office is right up there. Go on in and wait for me.

I'll be there in a minute.

- Okay, Belle. - Sure I am. All okay.

(bright energetic music continues)

- Business or pleasure, gentlemen?

- Business.

- We're looking for a couple of thugs

who just beat up Judge Grey. - Really?

- Yeah, we punctured their gas tank.

Found their car abandoned at the sawmill crossroads.

- They probably thumbed a ride back to town.

- Yeah, we thought of that.

- Sorry I can't help you.

- And you wouldn't if you could.

- (scoffs) Come now, boys, I may run a gambling resort,

but I keep my cards on the table.

You can make book on that.

(bright energetic music continues)

(audience applauding)

- Do you mind if we use your phone?

- All you need is a nickel.

(upbeat lilting music)

Where to, Frog? - That's Roy Rogers.

I'm gonna buy him a sarsaparilla.

- And let all this good music go to waste?

Come on, let's swing it.

- Well, I guess you'll have to excuse me now, Frog.

- Oh, Miss Bonner, I'm just getting warmed up.

- You set too fast a pace for me.

Give me a rain check, huh?

- Aw, shucks. Blondes ain't got no stamina.

- Boys, your friend the judge has met with an accident.

- Yeah? What kind?

- A couple of state rangers described it as hit and run.

- Say, we better get outta here.

- Relax. I got rid of them.

- You know, I can't figure you out.

Why are you fronting for us?

- Three reasons.

The first, Judge Grey's trying to run me out of town.

Second, I pegged you two

from the description over the radio.

Third, a couple of hot guys don't try to cool off

with the town's leading reformer.

- I didn't figure he'd reform that bad.

- That's what I'm getting at. Reformed from what?

- A little habit of robbing banks.

- Are you kidding? - No. I rode with him.

He's Tom Allison.

- Tom Allison? The daddy of all bank robbers.

(sighs) I need reviving.

- How about hanging around here

and taking care of your interests?

- Well, that's the best offer I've had yet.

Make yourself at home,

good looking. - Thanks.

- We're gonna get along swell.

- Well, didn't you see who did it, Judge?

- No.

As I told you, I was about to return to the party

when the two of 'em sneaked in and...

- How did you know there were two of 'em?

- Well, one man couldn't hit that hard.

- Must've been Madagan and Springer.

- Roy, if a couple of fugitives

were gonna commit further robbery,

wouldn't they steer clear of a judge?

- What makes you think they knew you were a judge?

Or that they were trying to commit robbery?

You don't keep any money around here,

and what your had on you was still in your pockets.

- I'm afraid we'll have to call it

one of those unexplainable happenings.

- Well, from the answers you're giving me,

I might as well call it quits.

(rooster crowing)

- Dad, are you sure you're well enough to drive into town?

- [John] Why, darling, that tap on the head

merely knocked the cobwebs out.

(car engine revving)

- He doesn't seem at all worried about it.

- Oh, I don't think any more will come of it.

- Just a couple of gentlemen passing through

with a blackjack in their hands.

Well, I can see you're not going to be much help.

I'll have to figure this out myself.

(gentle serene music)

Roy, was it robbery?

No.

- Well, that takes care of the robbery.

- Was it somebody harboring a grudge?

Oh, no.

- I guess that takes care of the grudge motive.

- Maybe it was a case of mistaken identity.

Oh, no. That's definitely out.

- Say, you don't mind me

just coming along for the ride, do you?

- No, but please don't talk so much. I'm worrying.

(gentle peaceful music)

,60 Every night ,60

,60 The prairie moon moves on ,60

,60 There's a lonely cowboy ridin' ,60

,60 Seems I hear him sing ,60

,60 A care-free song ,60

,60 But it's only tears he's hidin' ,60

,60 When the light of the moon is revealing ,60

,60 A prairie of silver and blue ,60

,60 Then a longing for someone comes feelin' ,60

,60 In the heart of this lone buckaroo ,60

(gentle wistful music)

' [Terry] Bye.

- So you rode up with Terry, huh?

- Yeah. How'd you know?

- Saw you through the window.

- Oh, spying on me, huh?

- Well, I gotta protect my interests.

How's the score now? - We're even up. 16 all.

- Well, that's something.

- Says she's got too much else on her mind.

- Did you see the judge?

- Yeah, I talked to him. - What'd you find out?

- He doesn't seem to know anything.

- I wonder.

- How's the law doing this morning?

- Well, don't tell us you care.

- No. I want to see the judge.

- Well, he's not in here.

He's about to open a meeting in the Board of Supervisors.

- That's why I'm here. In the interest of Canyon City.

- Well, that's right civic-minded of you, Miss Bonner.

I'll take you in to him.

(knuckles ra_pping) - Come In.

- A lady to see you, Judge. - Shh.

Don't confuse the judge, ranger.

In your book, I don't measure up to the lady standard,

do I, Judge?

- I'd rather not go into personalities.

- They're interesting to me.

Especially dual personalities,

like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, or Judge Grey and Tom Allison.

I like you two better than Jekyll and Hyde.

From what I read about your exploits, you had manners.

Like that charming little habit of leaving notes of apology

every time you pulled a job.

That showed imagination.

- You didn't come here

to reminisce about my past, Miss Bonner.

- No, but it'll help, Mr. Allison.

- I can guess where you learned my identity.

- Really?

- From a pair of murderers

named Duke Springer and Spike Madagan.

- Now take it easy. I don't mess around with the underworld.

In fact, you're the only criminal I've ever met.

I've got to hand it to you.

Judge Grey, mentor of youth, leader of the community.

One of the toughest bad men the West has ever.

I'd like to get a load of the Board of Supervisors

when they find that out.

- Would you care to address them this morning?

- I'm not the telling kind.

I believe in live and let live, if you know what I mean.

- You'd like to have me

back down on my anti-gambling campaign.

- You catch on quick.

It'd be pretty stupid, wouldn't it,

to brand Terry as a criminal's daughter.

- I suppose it would at that.

- I knew we could make a deal.

Now go on in and speak your little piece.

Tell them Belle Bonner's a good egg after all.

- I'll try to make it very convincing.

- Leave the door open, Tom.

I'd like to hear you throw your pitch.

The idea is to sell them.

- I'll do my.

Good morning. - Good morning, Judge.

- Good morning, Judge. - Hello, Judge.

- How are you, John? - All right, Joel.

Gentlemen, I've called this meeting

to discuss what action the board ought to take

against the gambling at Belle Bonner's place

on the county line.

- [Ed] Well, I'd like to close it up.

- What's the matter, Ed?

Still sore because you lost your hard money there

Saturday night? (all chuckling)

- Canyon City is something more than a boomtown.

It's a community of homes,

of women and children and young people.

They're the ones I'm thinking about.

And I don't think we should let

a handful of racketeers prey on them.

- The judge is right. - Yes, we've got to

think of our kids. - What do you

propose to do, Judge?

- I propose we petition the city council

to draft a law with teeth in it.

A law that will put Belle Bonner out of business.

- That's the best way to stop it.

- Let's drive 'em out of town.

- I agree with you, Judge.

- Will you come in now?

- I told you to keep out of sight.

- What's the difference?

None of these scissorbills know me anyway.

- Judge Grey does.

- What's the matter, baby? You don't look very happy.

Did the old man call your bluff?

- Yeah. Next time you two can deal a hand.

- You want Spike and me to go ahead?

- Right. - Suits me fine.

I can use some more folding money.

- After you get it, you'll spend the next few days

where it won't do you any good.

- What do you mean?

- I've got a little hideout up in the hills

waiting for you and Spike.

You can just relax up there

and play gin rummy until things cool off.

- Play gin rummy with Spike?

I don't trust him. The guy's a crook.

(telephone ringing)

- This is Judge Grey speaking.

The Chickasee fork?

To identify them?

Why? I've already told Rogers I didn't see the two men.

All right.

I'll be there.

(lively upbeat music)

,60 Woe is me, my children, woe I say ,60

,60 For there's one little word that never be heard ,60

,60 That's stop ,60

,60 I say ,60

- Quite a concert they're having.

- Well, that's a break.

It'll keep 'em in the lunchroom.

,60 Pretty as she can be ,60

,60 Pure as streams and the bubblin' fountains ,60

,60 Mine, she's gonna be ,60

,60 I says, Sal, should we oughta get hitched ,60

,60 And shall I name the day ,60

,60 But her pappy showed up with a two-hole pistol ,60

,6O Stop ,6O

,60 He say ,60

,60 Woe is me, my children, woe I say ,60

,60 But her pappy showed up with a two-hole pistol ,60

,6O Stop ,6O

,60 He say ,60

,60 Bullfrog asleep by the lily pad pond ,6O

,60 And the pollywog he comes by ,60

,60 The pollywog wink and the bullfrog blink ,60

,60 And he opens up his eye ,60

,60 Said the bullfrog, pollywog, let's take a swim ,60

,60 In the lily pad pond close by ,60

,60 When the bullfrog dived and the pollywog give with a ,60

,6O Stop ,6O

,6O It's dry ,6O

,60 Woe is me, my children, woe I say ,60

,60 When the bullfrog dived and the pollywog give with a ,60

,6O Stop ,6O (broom thuds)

,6O It's dry ,6O

,60 I got a mule, got a mighty fine mule ,6O

,60 Boys, I got a mule for sale ,60

,60 But I think that I oughta tell you why ,6O

,60 He's got a granny knot in his tail ,60

,60 He turned his nose at my courtin' clothes ,60

,60 He turned me down today ,60

,60 With a hee-haw hoot, and my catalog suit, he ,60

,6O Stop ,6O

,60 And play ,60

,60 Woe is me, my children, woe I say ,60

,60 With a hee-haw hoot, and my catalog suit, he ,60

,6O Stop ,6O (explosion booms)

(dramatic upbeat music)

(guns banging)

- Let's try the side door, Roy.

- Well, he sure did a good job of it.

- What does it say, Bob?

- "Sorry, but I happen to need the money. T.A."

- Come on, boys, let's get our horses.

(gentle brooding music)

- Well, you boys certainly took your time.

I've been waiting here over an hour.

- Waiting for who? What are you talking about?

- Well, didn't you and Roy send word

you wanted me to meet you here?

- I certainly didn't.

Did you, Roy? - Why, no.

- The man on the phone said that you wanted me

to identify those two holdup men.

- On the phone? What man?

- Looks like somebody pulled a fast one on you, Judge.

- Yeah. But why?

- I don't know, but...

Well then what are you fellas doing here?

- We're looking for a couple men

who held up the bank a while ago.

- Held up the bank? - Yes, and killed Clem Piles.

- Clem? Well, did you see 'em, Bob?

- No, they got away before I got there.

- Well, (stammering) did anybody see 'em?

- No, they wore masks. - And here's a hot one.

They left this note.

- "T.A

- Signing off on the job. How do you like that?

- As Bob says, it is rather a hot one.

- Yeah. Hot as a firecracker, Judge.

- Well, we better be riding along.

- Yes. Yes, of course.

Uh, good luck.

(gentle somber music)

- I came as soon as I could after I got your message.

It sounded urgent. - Read that.

(dramatic foreboding music)

Roy, I need help.

I lied to you about those two men.

They were Springer and Madagan, all right.

I should have told you the truth,

but they had something on me.

You see, I'm Allison.

- You? - Yeah.

But I had nothing to do with the bank holdup

or Clem's death.

Belle Bonner found out about me from them.

She offered her silence

if I stopped my campaign against her.

When I refused, they held up the bank,

killed Clem, left a note signed T.A.

and then sent the Old Timer letter to the newspaper.

- Now if she talks, or if Bob gets suspicious

and starts digging into the records...

- Yeah. And I haven't an alibi.

The phone call fixed that.

And everyone knows I need money.

- We've got to put the blame where it belongs.

- Then you do believe me?

- Don't worry, Judge.

I'll let you know the minute anything breaks.

,60 Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam ,60

,60 Where the deer and the antelope play ,6O

,60 Where seldom is heard a discouraging word ,60

,60 And the skies are not cloudy all day ,6O

,60 Home, home on the range ,60

,60 Where the deer and the antelope play ,6O

,60 Where seldom is heard a discouraging word ,60

,60 And the skies are not cloudy ,60

,6O All day ,6O

- [Terry] Sorry to be a killjoy, boys,

but here's the school teacher.

- [Boy] Oh, ge_e, _Miss Grey Can't we sklp It today?

- [Terry] You certainly can't.

- [Frog] Hey! Miss Terry!

_ Hey! (quirky music)

Miss Te_rry! - [Terry] What ls lt, Frog?

- This here paper. That there headline.

- Well, what is it?

- Oh, it's the biggest news in town.

Everybody's reading about it.

I had a hard time buying a paper.

- [Boy] What happened? (boys chattering)

- [Boy] Come on! Read it!

- Oh, that there headline, it's startling, that's what.

10- - Go on, read it.

What does it say? - [Boy] Come on, Frog.

(boys chattering)

- (stammering) 10- - What's the matter?

Can't you see it?

- Well, yeah, I can see it all right.

Aw, shucks, Miss Terry,

I can't- _ (boys laughing)

- Why, Frog Millhouse, that's a tragedy.

- Well it's gonna be, Miss Terry,

if you don't tell me what everybody's reading.

- "$10,000 reward for the capture of Tom Allison.

Tom Allison, wanted in bank holdup.

Thanks to a mysterious letter sent to this newspaper

signed Old Timer, the authorities are of the belief

that the one time notorious bandit has struck again."

- Yes, sir. He sure has.

I wonder what the letter says.

- "Old Timer recalls similar notes to the one found

in the Canyon City bank as a trademark of Allison's.

This idiosyncrasy-" - ldio what crazy?

(boys laughing)

- A peculiarity. A habit like Dad's.

He's always leaving notes around.

- Well, he don't initial 'em Tom Allison, does he?

- (chuckling) I should hope not.

- I'd hate to throw the judge in the clink.

That would be embarrassing.

I'm depending on him passing sentence on Allison

after I catch him.

- [Boy] You gonna round him up, Frog?

- Can you catch him, Frog?

- [Boy] How you going to do that, Frog?

- Oh, I'm gonna comb the territory.

- What does he look like? - Well, how do I know?

I gotta catch hi[n first. (boys laughmg)

- Don't you think you should find out first

and then catch him?

- I never thoughl_: of that (boys laughing)

Why that makes it simple. Boys, let's get up a posse.

- [Boy Ok (boys cl":latte::?'rig)

- Maybe I could find out what he looks like.

- Oh, would you?

If you could do that, I'd settle for a hundred bucks

and you could have all the rest of it.

- [Boy 1] Well, we could pay off on the ranch.

- [Boy 2] With that money, we could pull the Judge out.

- Let's try it, Miss Terry. - Let's go to work.

- Boys, it's an idea. A splendid idea.

In a couple of days, we may have something to go on.

(gentle brooding music)

- Doing out there that time of night?

- Could be Tom Allison.

- Oh, you're crazy.

- I'm not crazy, and you know it.

(playful upbeat music)

- [Roy] Say, what goes on here?

- [Frog] Oh, we're just a posse-ing around

looking for Allison. - You and the boys

are taking unfair advantage, aren't you?

How's a bandit gonna keep on running

when a pretty girl's leading the posse?

Speaking of pretty girls, 17 ought to be lucky.

How about it, Terry?

- Why, of course not.

How perfectly ridiculous to be asking silly questions

at a time like this.

I'm serious. - So am I.

- Well, you're one up on me.

Say listen, Terry, are you and these kids crazy?

- Is it crazy to try to save Dad's ranch?

That's what that reward money would do

and I'm gonna try to get it.

- Look, Allison is dangerous.

I want you to keep off these roads.

Now take these kids and go on home.

- Is that an official order? - That's right.

- He's the head ranger. - Aw, shucks.

The posse's papa is sending 'em home.

- All right.

After the afternoon stage arrives,

I may have a laugh on you.

- Who is she expecting on the stage?

- Tom Allison. - Allison?

- Or a reasonable likeness of him.

- [Roy] _A what? - A picture.

Miss Terry's gone all out on this manhunt.

Nobody knows what Allison looks like,

so she ups and writes her girlfriend

on the Boise Daily News.

- So her girlfriend ups and has Allison photographed.

- [Frog] No. She dug on out of the morgue.

Then she telephones Miss Terry that it's on the stage.

- Well, Roy, I've gotta get back.

You mosey along and keep your eyes peeled.

- Say, Frog, how about you riding along with me?

- No, I better not. I've gotta meet the stage.

I don't want that picture kicking around.

- Well, neither do I, but I've got a hunch

Bob will be there to get that picture.

- Why, he can't do that. He can't double cross me.

- He can't, unless you cross him.

- Well, doggone it. Well, I'll hamstring him.

I'll hog tie him, I'll- - That's an idea.

I'll tell you how to go about it. Come on.

(tense upbeat music)

(tense upbeat music continues)

(dramatic music)

(tense upbeat music)

- Hi, Andy. - Hi, Roy.

- Say, have you got a special envelope?

- Yeah.

Right pretty girl asked me to drop it off at the J Bar.

- Well, a right pretty girl asked me to get it for her.

Terry Grey.

- Mabel says it's a picture of some feller.

You ain't losing out, are ya?

- Well, your guess is as good as mine, Andy.

- Terry, are you expecting someone?

- Mm-hmm. A stout man with a package.

- Would you settle for a rangy guy with an envelope?

Especially if it's got a picture of Tom Allison in it?

- Where did you get that?

- I stopped the stage out of town

and told Andy you were in a hurry for it.

- Well, I might've known Frog couldn't keep a secret.

Well, now that you've outsmarted me,

do you mind if I have a look at the picture?

- I think your dad better decide that.

- Why? It's my letter, isn't it?

You see, Dad, I had Mabel Smith

take that picture of Allison out of the files.

The boys and I had a wild idea

of trying to save the ranch by getting the reward.

- Huh. Well, um...

- Don't laugh at me. It's no joke.

- In a way it is, Terry.

You see, this is a picture of me.

- You? - Yes.

- Tom Allison? - Terry, I think your dad

stopped being Tom Allison a long time ago.

Long before he became your dad.

- But then, by trying to play detective, I've...

- It's all right, Terry. You didn't know.

- I guess nobody's interested

in this picture of Tom Allison.

- That's where you're wrong, Rogers.

(gentle ominous music)

Made a special trip out here to get that.

Oh, you haven't changed much. A little older, perhaps.

But still a smooth customer.

Bring him along, Roy. I'm sorry, Terry.

- You're barking up the wrong tree, Bob.

- Now listen, I'm still head man in this outfit

and I'm giving you orders. - Well, I'm not taking 'em.

- Roy! Hey, Roy! (laughs)

I done it. I done it.

I tried a square knot on a granny knot and a slip knot.

- Is this your rope? - Yeah. Oh, no!

- Come along, Allison.

(gentle ominous music)

(crowd chattering)

- Yeah, trying to tell decent people how to live.

And him, Tom Allison.

Once a crook, always a crook, I say.

- You say too much.

(fist thuds) (crowd murmuring)

(gentle foreboding music)

- [Reporter] Tom Allison, standing on his record of honesty

since his release from prison 22 years ago,

and his subsequent appointment to the bench as judge,

states confidentially that he will beat this rap.

- He might do it, too.

- What about me and the boys seeing that he don't?

- It's my guess that Belle Bonner will try to do something

to keep the judge from coming to trial.

(crowd murmuring) (tense foreboding music)

That doesn't look good.

- You see? - Just in time, huh?

- [Roy] We've got to catch Bob before they do.

Hey!

- What is it, Roy?

- There's a gang of Belle Bonner's men

and they're looking for trouble.

- Well, I can handle 'em.

- All right, you go ahead and handle 'em.

But let me take the judge out of this.

- No, I'm not giving up my prisoner.

- But I tell you, they're looking for trouble.

- So are you. Now, you go on your way before I-

(fist thuds) (dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(cattle lowing)

(dramatic music continues)

- We better split up.

(tense ominous music)

(gentle brooding music)

- They must have taken the other road.

(lively joyful music)

- It's a small place,

but it looks like it's gonna be home for a while.

- Looks mighty good to me.

- Yeah, let's just hole up here for a few months.

- By that time, Madagan and Springer

will be a thousand miles away.

- Are we gonna hunt them upstate bandits

while we're resting?

- Yes, but we've gotta work fast.

Bob will have a price on my head in no time.

- What a mess I've let you in for, son.

- Oh, that's all right, Judge.

You know, now that their scheme has worked,

I've got a hunch Springer and Madagan

will show up at Belle's again any time now.

- Well, what are we waiting for?

- Not so fast, Frog.

Roy and I can't show our faces at Bonner's.

- Well, I can. I'll go and get them fellers.

- There's a slight difficulty, Frog,

that you don't even know 'em.

- Yeah. I never thought of that.

I know. What we need is a clue.

- Yeah.

Hey, what about that abandoned car you found, Roy?

- Phony plates and registration, of course.

- Car? Where'd you find it?

- [Roy] At the crossroads. - Jumping haddock! When?

- [Roy] The same night they slugged the judge.

- Well, fry me for a frog,

I had 'em right under my thumb and let 'em get away.

- You what? - I picked them fellers up

at the sawmill crossing, and give 'em a ride.

- Would you know 'em if you saw 'em again?

- Would I know 'em? I went Into Belle Bonner's with 'em.

I'm gonna go get 'em. - Wait a minute, Frog.

How about you coming over here and listening for a change?

(lively lilting music)

- You're not being very sociable.

- I thought I told you to stay in the office.

- I got lonesome for you.

- That ranger was in here pining for the sight of you.

- I know. But I saw him first.

Relax, relax. There's nothing to worry about.

- Howdy, Miss Bonner. - Hello, Frog.

- Three sarsaparillas. - Glad to see you again.

- I'm glad to see you.

Say, wasn't that Stevens that just left here?

(laughs) He couldn't catch a cold.

Now you take Tom Allison.

Them rangers will never capture him. Never.

Mm, that's good sarsaparilla.

Where was I?

- You were talking about Tom Allison.

- A real old-time bad man.

You know, them rangers

don't understand the psychology of a man like that.

- Are you an authority on criminology?

- Well, I don't know nothing about that,

but I know all about crooks.

If they'd deputize me,

I'd have him back in the clink in no time.

- How would you go about it?

- Well, I figure Allison is smart.

I'd ask myself, now if I was him, what would I do?

- What would you do?

- I'd hold up the payroll truck to the tungsten mine.

- Sounds pretty risky. - She goes loaded, boy.

80,000 bucks every trip.

- With that kind of money for a staking,

I could really make a getaway. - How could he?

I figure Allison would be there to hijack that truck

and I'd be there to get him.

- You're terrific. Have another sarsaparilla.

- I don't think I better. Something I ate disagreed with me.

Excuse me, will you please?

- You'd better go back to the hideout

and stay there until they grab Allison.

- I'm getting tired of that joint.

All we do is play gin, and I lose.

I must be lucky in love. - Please, Duke.

As a favor to me.

- Okay, if you put it that way.

- Where's Spike? - Outside, I guess.

(gentle pensive music)

- Take it easy, big boy, until I get in touch with you.

- If I must, I must. Be seeing you.

- Well, what's the matter?

- I got an idea from that big fathead.

About that payroll truck.

When is payday at that tungsten outfit?

- Tomorrow. But count me out, mister.

- I gave you a break by framing the judge.

The least you can do is help me get a stake.

- Just what do you expect me to do?

- You get Bud and the boys.

Have them meet Spike and me at the hideout tomorrow.

When that payroll truck comes along,

we'll knock it off, kill the guard and your pals

Allison and Rogers will be blamed for it.

- I'll take that part of it.

- Then it's a deal? - Yes.

Take care of my boys. And then keep right on going.

- I thought you were beginning to care for me.

- I'm looking after Belle Bonner.

- Well, you're pretty smart at that.

So long, Belle. - Good luck.

- What's the matter?

- That blowhard they call Frog

was listening to every word you said to Belle.

- Are you sure? - Sure, I'm sure.

I just saw him duck in the shadows over there

beyond that car. - Oh.

Well, let's see if he'll follow us.

(gentle solemn music)

(Frog whistles)

- [Duke] Stic_k 'em up_! (tense menacing muslc)

Go ahead.

- Now what?

- We're gonna just tag right along.

(gentle ominous music)

So that's where they've been keeping themselves.

If you'll stay here, Judge, I'll take a look around.

- Okay-

- All right, snoopy, spill it. - Huh?

- You were listening to what I told Belle Bonner.

- Why, no.

Yes, I was. - Why?

- Well, I figured you fellas was them fugitives.

- Yeah?

- Me knowing so much about crooks,

I was gonna catch you. - Go on.

- I guess I kinda overreached myself.

But this is gonna learn me

not be playing detective by myself.

- By yourself, huh? - Yeah.

There's no fool like a fool.

- That's right.

You should've warned the ranger you suspected us.

- And let him glom on that reward?

Oh, I ain't that foolish.

- You could've split it with him.

- I ain't splitting with nobody. I'm a lone wolf.

- So you figured you'd capture the whole lot of us

single-handed, huh? - And I'd have done it,

if I hadn't have got careless.

- Okay. Park him in the back room.

- [Spike] Come on, killer diller.

(latch clicks) (keys rattle)

All right, let's play some more gin rummy.

- We've got something more important than cards.

- Him? (laughs) He's goofy. - Yeah?

I hope that thought will comfort you

when they put a rope around your neck.

- Huh? - If he ever talks,

we're dead pigeons.

- Go ahead. I could use a drink first.

' Hey, F _ l_luh',-'>09

Yeah? - [Roy] What happened?

- Oh, they fell for it hook, line and sinker.

Belle's gang is gonna meet 'em here in the morning

to hold up the payroll truck.

You better go get some of the boys.

- It's too late for that. I'm gonna get you out of there.

- [Frog] Do you want to spoil everything?

I'll be all right.

- They're liable to put a bullet through you.

- If they was gonna do that, they'd a done it by now.

- Well, maybe. Be careful.

- [Frog] Go on, beat it.

- That sample was fine. Now I'll have the real drink.

- That'll be enough for now.

Somebody's prowling around outside.

- Well, did you learn anything?

- Plenty. They've swallowed the bait.

You better stay here and keep an eye on 'em.

I'll phone Bob to meet me at the J Bar

and we'll be back as quick as we can make it.

- All right.

- You saw who the other guy was, didn't you?

- Looked like Rogers. - If it was,

we gotta get out here right now.

- Naw. This thing will work out yet.

All right.

- I got your phone call, Rogers.

I ought to put you under arrest,

but I'm ready to hear what you've got to say.

- All I've got to say is this. Judge Grey's innocent.

If you'll string along with me, I'll prove it to you.

- Okay. Boys, get your horses.

You better be right about this, Rogers.

- If I'm not, you can dust out one of those cells for me.

- It'll be neat and tidy. I'll see to that.

- Can we go with you, Roy? - No, you boys get to bed.

- All right, gang. You go get the horses.

I'll wake Miss Terry.

- They're all yours, Jack. Take 'em along.

You know what to do?

- I'll stay with these two guys 'til I get your signal.

Then I'll cut one of 'em loose and scram.

- Right.

You get the picture, Judge?

You're gonna hold up the payroll truck.

And I don't think anything you could say

is gonna convince anybody it wasn't you.

Now get going, Jack.

- Here they come. Eight of 'em.

About a mile back up the trail.

- Okay. We'll get started now, boys.

You wait 'til you see them, then cut and run.

- They they are. - All right.

- Let's go. (dramatic music)

(g u n fi res)

- [Spike] Get your hands up.

- Tie 'em up.

- Get off your horses.

- Well, you see I was right. - About what?

- Over there. Judge Grey.

He's running this stick up.

(gun _firing)_ (dramatic muslc)

- Ain't you gonna send somebody after him?

- Let him go. - But he'll get help.

- By that time, it'll be all over but the shouting.

And there's gonna be plenty of that.

- I just sighted the truck from Sentinel Rock.

It'll reach the bottom

in about five minutes. - Good.

- Tie those guys up in a hurry! We gotta get going!

Are you ready, Judge?

(tense foreboding music)

- Come on, get outta there.

- Hey there!

Look.

You better drop your guns and get your hands up.

- There's Roy, and he's got 'em.

- [Roy] Have you got all their guns yet?

- [Guard] Yeah, okay.

- That's them. There's the fellers I picked up.

- I want you guards to notice

that the fella wearing the black suit

is impersonating Judge Grey.

- [Guard] We get you, ranger. - You bet!

- All right, posse, you can come out now.

- All right, boys.

(tense dramatic music)

(pistol fires) (bullet whizzes)

- All right, Bud. You can start walking your men into town.

(boys cheering)

- Boys, boys! You all did a fine job.

(gentle inspiring music)

I hope Roy brings my suit back.

(dramatic music)

(metal crumpling)

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo ,60

,60 Get along little dogies ,60

,60 It's your misfortune, ain't none of my own ,60

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo ,60

,60 Get along little dogies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

,60 As I was a-walkin' one mornmg for pleasure ,60

,60 I spied a cowpuncher all riding along ,6O

,60 His hat was throw'd back, and his spurs were jingling ,60

,60 And as he approached he was singing this song ,60

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo ,60

,60 Get along little dogies ,60

,60 It's your misfortune, ain't none of my own ,60

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo ,60

,60 Get along little dogies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

,60 It's riding and yelling and driving them dogies ,60

,60 And oh, how I'm wishin' you all would go on ,60

,60 It's whoopin' and punchin', go on little dogies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

- Well, get a load of that.

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo, get along little dogies ,60

- Any hard feelings, ranger? - Not at all.

,60 Whoopee, ti, yi, yo, get along little dogies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

- Congratulations, Judge. - Thanks, Bob.

,60 Where the jimson weed and sand burns grow ,60

,60 We'll fill you up on prickly pear cholla ,60

,60 Until you are ready for old Idaho ,60

- Terry, if I were to ask you now, would you still say no?

- Yes, Bob. - Well, we're even agam,

but not for long.

,60 When moonrise comes on, we herd them on the bed-ground ,60

,60 All these little dogies that roll on so slow ,60

,60 We round up the herd and we cut out the strays ,60

,60 And roll the small dogies that never rolled before ,60