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They were both in
the same poker game?

Kid, you've come up with some
crazy notions, but that's the craziest.

Yeah, well, they were
both in the same game

and they're both dead now.

And they both
lived in Hollistown.

They probably both did
business at the same bank,

both went to the same church.

Probably a whole lot of other
things we don't even know about.

That's true.

You don't sound
convinced. I'm not.

(GUN FIRING)

Heyes!

Heyes!

NARRATOR: Hannibal
Heyes and Kid Curry,

the two most successful
outlaws in the history of the West.

And in all the trains
and banks they robbed,

they never shot anyone.

This made our two latter-day
Robin Hoods very popular

with everyone but the
railroads and the banks.

CURRY: There's one
thing we gotta get, Heyes.

HEYES: What's that?

CURRY: Out of this business.

LOM: The governor can't come
flat out and give you amnesty now.

First, you gotta
prove you deserve it.

Ah, so all we have to do
is just stay out of trouble

till the governor figures
we deserve amnesty.

But in the meantime,
we'll still be wanted.

LOM: Well, that's true.

Till then, only you, me and
the governor will know about it.

It'll be our secret.

CURRY: I sure wish the governor
would let a few more people

in on our secret.

NARRATOR: Alias Smith and Jones,

starring Pete Duel
and Ben Murphy.

Tracks are two days old.

Two hours fresh.

You just keep smiling, Heyes.

This boy is gonna be ready.

For what? Tracks
are two days old.

Two hours fresh.

Two days old.

You may know a
lot about shooting,

but you don't know the
first thing about tracking.

We could walk for six months
and never see a sign of 'em.

You keep yelling, I
suspect you're right.

You may find this
hard to believe,

but I was the champion
tracker in all of Southern Utah.

That is hard to believe.

Now, will you stop
talking and start looking?

Nothing to look at.
Tracks are two days old.

Two hours fresh. Two days.

Two hours.

(GROWLING)

Heyes!

(GUN FIRING)

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Smartest cat I ever saw.

Going around leaving old tracks.

Yeah, he was pretty clever.

Well, you want to keep
looking or call it a day?

Kid, $300 a cat sounded
real good two days ago,

but there was a moment
when he was on top of me...

Your whole life flashed
right in front of you, right?

No, as a matter of fact,

it was the floor plan to
the Bank of Fort Worth.

CURRY: We're real honored you asked
us along to your poker game, Mr. Carlson.

JAKE: I think you'll
enjoy yourselves.

We play with a real nice group
of fellas. Your kind of people.

Your bet, Judge.

I bet five.

To you, Sheriff.

I'll see you and raise you five.

Well. Mr. Jones?

Oh, well, I don't think I'd
care to take on the Sheriff.

It sounds like he's got
a fistful of trouble there.

Fold.

Mr. Smith?

Oh, by me.

JAKE: Harv?

I'm out.

That's too much for me. How about
you, Judge? You gonna take him on?

I'm out.

Well, looks like you win the
first big pot of the night, Sheriff.

Boys, I think I'm gonna
like having you two around.

You seem to have
brought me a little bit of luck.

Yeah. Yeah.

Here we go, Judge. Your deal.

Better ante up, boys.

Let's ante in turn. Okay.

CURRY: Jack bets.

HEYES: I'm in.

HARVEY: All right.

(COINS CLINKING)

HARVEY: I'll raise you.

JAKE: Call.

All right, pot's right.

Six to your nines, Judge.

Hey, spade,
possible flush, Sheriff.

Queen spoils a straight.

Deuce, no help. No
help there, Harvey.

Everybody in?

Ace bets.

CURRY: Two for me.

HEYES: Yeah, I'll see you.

JAKE: I'll raise you five.

I'm out.

Yeah, these aren't
worth anything.

JUDGE: Dame fortune dealt
me my cards tonight, boys.

(CHUCKLING)

JAKE: How about you
there? HARVEY: I'm out.

Where's that drink?

SHERIFF: I'm out, too.

JAKE: Well,

I guess that's
gonna leave it to you.

I'm starved.

All right, whose deal?

JUDGE: I bet five
and raise five more.

Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to let you have it, Judge.

Thank you, son.

That's another big
one for you, Judge.

Appears you boys are a
might luckier with a rifle

than you are with a poker deck.

Sir?

Well, I hear you bagged
two cats in one week.

Around here we consider
that pretty fair shooting.

Well,

man hires us to rid his place of
mountain lions, that's what we do.

What else do you gentlemen do?

Sir?

When you're not
tracking cats, I mean.

Oh, well...

A little of this...
And a little of that.

Anything wholesome
and honest, Judge.

Gentlemen, did we come
here to talk or to play poker?

I believe it's your
deal, Mr. Smith.

I believe you're
right, Mr. Carlson.

How about a little five...

Something wrong, son?

What is it?

Well, I don't know.

The deck seems a
little short, that's all.

If you gentlemen don't mind.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
(CONTINUES COUNTING)

50, 51.

SAM: Could this be what
we're missing, gentlemen?

I found it under the table.

Under any particular chair?

Well, it was sort of...

Sort of in the middle.

Card could've been
there for some time.

No, no, no. I remember that card
being played about 10 minutes ago.

Might have fallen on
the floor in the shuffle.

Or else someone dumped it there

when the deck turned up light.

Come on now, boys, this has
always been a real friendly game.

At least we thought it was.

(GUN FIRING)

HEYES: If somebody was
cheating, I sure didn't spot it.

CURRY: Neither did I.

Judge was the only
one who won enough

to make cheating worthwhile.

I know some people who
have to cheat just to stay even.

Jake, let me go with you. Maybe
I can give Emma Peters a hand.

I'm sure Emma's got
all the help she can use.

I'm just gonna pay
the family our respects.

I'll try and get
back before dark.

HARVEY: You boys are back early.

Yeah, we figure we
got the last of 'em.

We figured we'd settle up
and maybe move on after lunch.

So soon?

We were just beginning to think
of you boys as part of the family.

I think you ought to
wait for Mr. Carlson.

He may want you to
stick around a while.

When will he be back, ma'am?

I don't know. He's gone over
to see Judge Peters's widow.

Widow?

The Judge was killed last night.

Shot in the back.

PRIEST: Forasmuch as it
hath pleased almighty God,

in his wise providence,

to take out of the world the
soul of our deceased brother,

we hereby commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

This town sure gives a
fella a real nice sendoff.

Kind of gives you
something to look forward to.

Sheriff. Mrs. Carlson, Jake.

Senseless killing.

No rhyme or reason.

Everybody loved the Judge.

Well, somebody didn't.

It's nice to see you
again, Mrs. Carlson.

We don't see
enough of you, Sheriff.

Let's get together real soon.

Yes, ma'am, let's do that.

(GUN FIRING)

PRIEST: Forasmuch as it
hath pleased almighty God,

in his wise providence,

to take out of this world the
soul of our deceased brother,

we hereby commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

You know, Heyes,
I've been thinking.

Kid, that's got us into
trouble more than once.

Now, hear me out.

Now, there must be a couple
hundred people in this town,

and we've only met maybe 10.

And?

Doesn't it seem kind of odd?

Two people are killed
and we know both of 'em.

That does seem
kind of odd, all right.

Don't you want to find out what
the Sheriff knows about this?

I want to,

but I don't believe
I'm going to.

You mean you're just gonna take off
without finding out what's going on?

Nope.

First I wanna go get a drink.

Then I'm gonna take off without
finding out what's going on.

All right, Sam, what is it?

We're next.

Oh!

You're starting to talk
like a hysterical old woman.

I heard you say Judge Peters

had $100 in his pocket
when they found him.

Yeah.

And Augie Helms, was
he robbed and killed,

or just killed?

Sam, you're taking a long
time to build up to something.

Judge Peters and Augie Helms
lived on opposite sides of the valley.

They had only one
thing in common.

They were both in
the same poker game?

Kid, you've come up with some
crazy notions, but that's the craziest.

Yeah, well, they were
both in the same game

and they're both dead now.

And they both
lived in Hollistown.

They probably both did
business at the same bank,

both went to the same church.

Probably a whole lot of other
things we don't even know about.

That's true.

You don't sound
convinced. I'm not.

(GUN FIRING)

Heyes!

Heyes!

Came as close to killing him
as anything I'd ever care to see.

There are no fractures,

so he should regain consciousness
within the next 24 hours.

On the other hand,
it could take longer.

We'll just have to wait and see.

In the meantime,
he mustn't be moved.

He should be watched.

I'll be here.

Anything you can do to
fix him up, I'll pay for it, Doc.

Well, I've done
everything I can, Jake.

I appreciate what you
said in there, Mr. Carlson.

About what? Getting
the boy fixed up?

Don't be silly.

Mr. Carlson.

One thing's becoming
pretty obvious.

Everybody who was in that
poker game is in a lot of trouble.

Question is why.

I've known everybody
in it for years.

This game was different.

You mean the missing card?

Ah, don't put any stock in that.

Could be you've had a cardsharp
in your game all this time.

No.

No, there's not been anybody
that won consistently enough

for that to make sense.

All right, there was one other
difference in your game this week.

Mr. Smith and...

Mr. Jones, please don't go.

Look, I appreciate
what you're trying to do.

It's just that I'm not very
good at waiting around.

So I figured I'd head back
out to where he was shot.

Look around, see
what I could find.

Well, can't talk
you out of going.

At least I suggest
you be careful.

Whatever the game is,
we're down to five players.

Thanks.

Sam, you're making
a big mistake.

Running away
won't solve anything.

And you've got a
responsibility to your family.

I'm no good to 'em dead.

Well, where do
you figure on going?

I'm not telling anybody.

I'm just letting you
know I'm leaving

because I don't want you to think
anything happened when I disappear.

Sam, let's talk about this.

I'm going. That's
all there is to it.

If you clear this thing up,

I'll read about it in the
papers, I'll come back.

Sam!

(GUN FIRING)

We hereby commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

But, Sheriff, you
must have some idea.

I mean, this just can't go on.

There's only Harvey,
Jake and Mr. Jones left.

And me.

If the killer was someone
who was in the game...

As of now, I'm assuming
that the killer is one of us

gathered together right here.

Rachel.

You frightened me.

I'm sorry. I had
to see you tonight.

Why?

Try and talk things out.

We don't have
anything to talk out.

I thought I made
that clear long ago.

Things have changed.

I could be dead tomorrow.

Then why don't you
just ride out of here?

I don't run from things.

That's why we have to talk,

get things straightened
out between us.

Harvey, it is straightened out.

We don't have anything
else to say to one another.

And I say there is.

I don't believe you're going
out there to look for cats.

No? No.

I think you're hoping to set
yourself up to get shot at.

Well, now, a man would have
to be pretty stupid to ride out

hoping to meet up with an
insane killer, wouldn't he?

That's right, he would.

So if you're really going out
there to look for mountain lions,

let me send Harvey along,

or at least a
couple of the boys.

Well, that's just more men
and horses to scare 'em off.

The killer?

No, the mountain lions.

Your friend is breathing
easier this morning.

That's real good news, ma'am.

Be seeing you folks.

Something the matter?

I think his mind is
on something else.

Like maybe getting
himself killed.

(GUN FIRING)

Good evening. Evening.

Sheriff in? Nope.
Called out of town.

When do you expect him back?

Depends on how
much trouble there was.

Maybe I can help you out.

No, thank you, I'll wait
till the sheriff gets back.

Suit yourself. Be at
least a couple hours.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm Helen.

I'm Jones.

Hello, Jones.

I understand I might
have something you want.

Could be.

You still Harvey
Bishop's girlfriend?

Harvey Bishop. Goodbye, Jones.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.
Come back here, Helen.

That's what I was
hoping you'd say.

Have a chair

and a drink.

CURRY: I heard you and Harvey
Bishop were once pretty close.

What is it with you?

I keep getting off the
subject of Harvey Bishop,

and you keep
bringing it right back.

Well, now, Helen, I
gotta be honest with you.

I liked you right
from the beginning,

but that's not the only reason
I bought you all those drinks.

I knew there was
a second reason.

There's a third reason.

Mrs. Carlson.

Mrs. Carlson?

Mmm-hmm.

I'd like to know if she
and Harvey Bishop

ever had anything
to do with each other.

No more than any two
people having a love affair.

Are you sure of that?

If you don't believe me,
why did you ask me?

Why don't you ask anybody else
in town? Everybody knows about it.

I believe you, Helen.

I guess I was just hoping
you'd say something different.

Meaning you and Mrs. Carlson?

Now, Helen.

That's the way
rumors get started.

There's only
one girl in my life,

and that's you.

Well, you sure go to
an awful lot of trouble

to get a few questions answered.

It's no trouble at all.

Heard you been looking for me.

What's on your mind?

Murders. I know
who's been doing 'em.

Meaning you got a hunch? No.

No, meaning I know for a fact.

He tried to kill me.

Well, don't keep me
in suspense. Who is it?

Harvey Bishop.

Harvey Bishop is the killer?

That's right. He
tried to shoot me.

(SIGHING) Well.

You sure that's the
story you want to stick to?

Well, now, I got a real
good close look at him.

It couldn't have
been anybody else.

Hmm.

Well, I might believe
you except for one thing.

I've been out looking into the killing
of one more of the poker players.

Harvey Bishop is dead.

Now, you still want
to stick to that story?

It's the truth.

Well, now, what are
you trying to tell me?

That there are two people shooting
people up from that poker game

when it's insane
enough that one is?

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Up till now you haven't been
too high on my list of suspects,

but I'm beginning to think I gotta start
checking into you a little more thoroughly.

Sheriff, would I come in here with
a story about Harvey trying to kill me

if I'd just killed Harvey?

Might be pretty clever at that.

Evening, Sheriff. Thaddeus.

Evening. Evening, Jake.

Is his friend conscious, yet?

I don't believe so, why?

I have to talk to him.

I don't much like to have
to come out here twice,

especially when it's dark.

I don't blame you for that.

Mind telling me what's
on your mind, Sheriff?

You don't think he had
anything to do with it, do you?

Jake, if you'll look around, you can see
we're quick running out of possibilities.

Now, if Mr. Jones's
friend can't clear him,

I'm gonna have to lock him up.

Come on in, fellas.

How do you feel?

Terrible.

What happened? Where am I?

Where's the Kid?

Who?

My friend.

Oh, you mean Mr. Jones?

Yeah, I mean Mr. Jones.

Here we go, it's plenty hot now.

Thank you, Jake.

How about you, Thaddeus?

No, thanks.

He can see you now, Sheriff.

My friend and I
were riding along.

Next thing, I
remember feeling like

I had just been kicked
in the head by a mule.

And then?

Then

I remember... Yes?

Mrs. Carlson sitting
across the room.

Where was your friend?

I mean when you got shot.

Was he behind you,
beside you, or in front of you?

Well, he was right...

In front of me. About two,
maybe three, four yards.

You sure had to think
about that for a while.

Yeah. Yeah.

You ought to try taking a chunk of
lead in the head sometime, Sheriff.

I didn't even remember
my name was Smith

till Mrs. Carlson reminded me.

All right, I guess that's all.

Unless it were you or me, Jake,

it's beginning to
look like that the killer

had to be somebody
outside our poker game.

So we're right back
where we started.

Except now four men are dead.

Who are the other two?

Harvey Bishop, Sam Winters.

How soon you gonna
be able to travel?

If you have this thing figured,
I'd like to rest a day or two.

If you haven't, I'm
ready to go anytime.

Heyes, the closer I get to this,
the more insane it becomes.

We'll talk about you
traveling tomorrow,

soon as the doc
gets a look at you.

Kid,

where were you when I got shot?

Behind you.

(CHUCKLING)

The way things are in this town,

your friend is looking
luckier to be alive every day.

Can he travel, Doctor.

Wouldn't recommend
anything on horseback,

but I think he's
fit to ride a stage.

There's a stage going
west around 3:00.

The sooner you two
are away from here

and away from this killing,

better I'll feel.

I hate to think we're
running out on you, Jake,

leaving you and your wife
without some protection.

You don't have to
worry about Jake.

He's as good a man with a
rifle as any I ever come across.

Gentlemen, I'll be going.

I'll see you out, Doc.
Excuse me, Thaddeus.

Sure, Jake. Sure.

Jake...

I'm sorry, I thought
Jake was with you.

He'll be right back, ma'am.

Mrs. Carlson,

there's something I'd
like to talk to you about.

Yes?

It's kind of important. Is there
any place I can meet you?

What's it about?
Can't we talk here?

I don't think you're gonna
wanna take a chance

on anyone else hearing
what I have to say.

(HORSE SNORTING)

Pretty out here, isn't it?

You didn't bring me out
here to tell me how pretty it is.

No, ma'am, I didn't.

I brought you out here to
discuss a theory of mine.

What kind of theory?

It has to do with murder.

I think we were right all along.

Those murders were
connected to that poker game.

And you've found the connection.

Maybe.

At least it's the only thing
that makes any sense.

Go on.

Well, it looks to me like all those
other murders were committed

just to cover up one,

your husband's.

But my husband isn't dead.

No, but he was supposed to be.

Only he heard the
same rumors I heard,

and he figured out what was
happening, just like I figured out.

Figured out what?

I don't know what rumors
you're talking about.

That you and Harvey
Bishop were lovers.

Rumors that made him think

that maybe you and Harvey might
be wanting to get rid of a husband.

Goodbye, Mr. Jones.

I'm not gonna try and stop you.

There was a reason I wanted
to have this little talk out here

rather than in
the Sheriff's office.

I'm sure there was, Mr. Jones.

But it doesn't matter to me,

because all those
rumors are lies.

It mattered to your husband,

enough to kill Harvey Bishop.

Go on, Mr. Jones.

What's the rest of your theory?

Well, I think Bishop
wanted your husband dead,

but he knew he'd
never get away with it.

But there was the
poker game every week.

So he figured if he could
do something in the game,

like maybe slip an
ace out of the deck,

and then kill a couple
of the other players,

including your husband,

then nobody would suspect that the
killing had anything to do with anything

but the poker game.

That's insane.

Yes, ma'am. I know it is.

But if you think about it, it
does make a lot of sense.

And it answers
a lot of questions.

All except one.

Whether you knew
what Harvey was doing.

You believe that I knew his
plans and didn't try to stop him?

Mrs. Carlson, I'm gonna
be leaving in the morning.

So I'm gonna assume
I was wrong about you,

'cause the man who killed
three people is dead now.

And that's the end of it
as far as I'm concerned.

And if I ever hear of anything
happening to your husband,

then I'm gonna think I was right

and I'm gonna have to come back.

Rachel!

Rachel!

What is it?

What is it, Rachel? No!

What's happened to you?

There's a rumor that Harvey
Bishop and I were having a love affair.

Did you ever hear
that rumor, Jake?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Everything we've
ever had together

depends on what you
tell me here and now.

If you lie to me, I'll know it.

Yeah, I was aware of that rumor.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why?

I thought about it.

I thought about it a lot.

I decided not to. I
knew it couldn't be true.

I have one more question.

And you better be more
truthful about this than the last.

Did you kill Harvey Bishop?

I see.

What Mr. Jones said was true.

You actually believe that I
was involved with another man.

I can't stay with you, Jake.

You've got to let me
talk to you. It's too late!

It's not too late!

All right, Rachel,

I knew about those rumors,

but I didn't believe them.

At least not until
the killings began.

And then, God help me, I did.

Now, you gotta
forgive me for that.

But under the pressure
of those killings,

I began to believe them
because it was an explanation

of something that just
seemed to make no sense.

How can I forgive you

for actually

thinking that I would have
something to do with an insane man

who was killing people?

JAKE: You won't
have to leave. I'll go.

Looks like Mr. Jones isn't the only
one who figured out what happened.

Rachel,

I could use a few
hours head start on 'em.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Sheriff, won't you come in?

We've come to see Jake.

You just missed him.
He's gone for supplies.

Funny, we didn't pass
him on the trail, ma'am.

We just came from town.

Oh, he went over
to the Palmer Ranch.

Homer was kind enough to
pick up some supplies for us

when he was in
town this morning.

Well, we'll just
ride on over there.

If we should miss
him, we'll be back.

You make it sound serious.

It is, ma'am.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but I'm gonna have to
arrest Jake for murder.

Dug it out of a tree this morning
near where Harvey's body was found.

There's no question, it
was fired from Jake's gun.

Only one like it in the county.

If he should come back
before we do, ma'am,

I'd encourage him
to turn himself in.

If he forces us to
track him down,

we may not be able
to take him alive.

Jake's just too darn
good with a rifle.

Jake.

You've got to help me.

Why? What is it?

The Sheriff came to arrest
Jake. I lied and sent them off.

All right, where's Jake now?

He's gone. He's running.

Running? Why?

Nothing can happen to
him. Harvey tried to kill him.

I don't think he's running
because of the Sheriff.

I told him I was leaving him.

Find him, please. Tell
him I'll stand by him.

Sorry, ma'am, I can't.

Please, you've got to help me!

Ma'am, your
husband's a crack shot.

He isn't even going to let me
get close enough to see him,

let alone talk to him.

You can at least try.

No, ma'am, I can't come
between your husband and the law.

I got my own reasons.

I know your reasons.

Ma'am?

During those long nights while
your friend regained his senses,

he did a lot of
talking, Mr. Curry.

Oh.

Now, do you want to help
me or do I tell the Sheriff

who you and your
partner really are?

I want to help you, ma'am.

You know, you're putting
an awful lot of faith in the fact

that your husband isn't
gonna try to just kill me.

He's not a killer.

No, ma'am, but he is desperate.

That's a chance
we'll have to take.

We'll have to take?

Yes, ma'am.

Jones.

Why are you following me?

Your wife sent me.

That won't work.
Now, go on back.

I don't want to
have to kill you,

but I will if you don't
turn around and go back.

Jake...

All right, Jake,
hold it right there.

This time I'll do the talking.

Running isn't the answer,
Jake. Believe me, I know.

I want you to
dismount nice and easy.

Jake!

Jake?

We may as well talk.

Rachel wants me to
bring you back with me.

She's changed her mind.

She wants to stand by you.

You listening?

I'll be willing to come back and
testify that Harvey tried to kill me.

You just killed a man
who tried to kill you.

No jury will
convict you for that.

There's a big difference
in defending yourself...

Don't turn around.

She really said
she'd stick by me?

Yep, that's what she said.

Let's go back.

You sure you're up to
riding into the stage depot?

You worry about
staying on your horse,

and I'll worry about
staying on mine.

Uh-huh.

I want to say goodbye

and thank you from Jake
and me for all you've done.

Oh, ma'am, it was... Don't
give it a second thought, ma'am.

I suppose you've both been
wondering how long it'll be

before I tell someone
else that you're Kid Curry

and you're Hannibal Heyes.

What?

You haven't told your friend?

No, ma'am, I thought I'd tell him
later when he was feeling a little better.

All right. How did she know?

Well, it's a long story, Heyes,

but you got a big mouth when
you got a bullet in your head.

Oh. Uh-huh.

I want you both to rest easy.

No one will ever
hear it from me.

Goodbye, Mr. Curry. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Heyes. Goodbye.

You'll always be welcome here.