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Officer?

Can you tell me the way
to Three Rivers?

About two miles to the first
main intersection.

Then turn left.
It's about 60 miles.

Thanks.
What town is this?

Suddenly.

- Suddenly what?
- No, no. That's the name.

That's a funny name for a town.

Uh-huh. Hang over
from the old days.

That's the way things
used to happen here,

suddenly.

I see.

Road agents, gamblers,
gunfighters.

Well, I take it
things have changed.

Uh-huh. Things happen
so slow now

the town council
is figuring to change

the name to Gradually.

Ha ha. Thanks, Officer.

Pleasure. Come back.

Hello there, Pidge.

Hi, Tod.

Where's your mother?

We've been shopping.

I got to put this up in the car.
Want to come?

Yeah, sure.

Todd?

Uh-huh.

Well, no. I guess not.

She wouldn't let me.

- Who's she?
- Mom, of course.

Well, then you better
say "mom," Pidge.

It's kinda not polite
to say "she" like that,

especially about your mother.

Well, anyway she wouldn't.

You know, I bet I can guess
what's on your mind.

Bet you can't.

Well, now let's see.

You want an ice cream soda?

Mmm. Not a bad idea.
But that's not it.

You want to go to the movies?

Nah, that's a war picture.

Mom won't let me see
war pictures.

Boy, oh, boy. This is
tougher than I thought.

I got it! You want
that baseball bat.

No, but you're awful warm.

Is that it?

Sure! That's it.
Ain't it a beauty?

But, shucks, it's no use.

Mom wouldn't let me have it.

She doesn't like guns.

I know.

It's because of my father
being killed in the war.

Look, Pidge, if you had the gun,

what would you do with it?
Stick up a filling station?

Stick up a filling station?
Heck no!

I'd be sheriff.
And I'd catch all those

road agents and cattle rustlers
just like you.

But what about Mom?

Well, I think we can
talk her into it,

what with you wanting to be
a peace officer and all.

We got lots of time.

Mom's still in the market
getting groceries.

Let's go.

Oh, hey!

I've got it.

Oh, thanks, Tod. Hello.

Hi. Can I give you
a lift up to the house?

Thanks anyway.
But I have the car with me.

- Going to church tomorrow?
- Yes.

I'll pick you up about
a quarter to 11:00, huh?

You never give up, do you?

Ellen, I know how you feel.
Believe me, I do.

And I've tried
to understand. But...

I haven't asked you
to understand.

That's because
I'm in love with you.

Tod, you...

you shouldn't say that to me.

Why not? It's true.

Don't, Tod.

Ellen, you can't go on
being a widow forever.

It's been over three years
since Pete died.

Don't you understand?

No one can take Pete's place.

I'm not trying
to take Pete's place.

I'm trying to make
a place of my own.

You've been wonderful, Todd.

And I'm grateful. Really, I am.

But I can't help how I feel.

Ellen, you've got to stop doing
this to yourself.

Because you're doing
it to Pidge, too,

as well as to me.

You're digging a big, black pit

and shoving us all down into it.

Leave me alone, Tod. Please.

Pidge, where did you
get that gun?

I bought it for him, Ellen.

Tod, how could you?

We thought
you wouldn't mind, Mom.

'Cause I'm going to be
a sheriff just like Tod.

- Take it off, Pidge.
- Ellen...

I can't help it, Tod.
You know I can't stand

seeing him play with a gun.

But the boy's got
to learn sometime

that gun's aren't
necessarily bad.

Depends on who uses them.

Tod carries one, doesn't he?

- Yes...
- Well, then?

Just take it off, Pidge.

Ah, gee...

That's $3.00, please.

Thank you.

Ellen...

I know you don't want the boy
to see war pictures.

But it seems...

Teaching children the art
of death and destruction,

the cruelties, the tortures?

He's got to know
that these things exist.

Then he can fight against
them when it's his turn.

You can't wrap the boy
in cellophane.

I can try as long as possible.

Look, when a house is on fire,

everybody has to help
put it out.

Because the next time
it might be your house.

Tod, don't.

Church tomorrow, Ellen?

No, Tod. I can't go with you.

Well, I can't go on asking you
and being turned down.

I mean that.

Bebop, going over to Tilly's
for a cup of java.

You can handle things.
It's a quiet day.

It's been a quiet day in this
burgh for the last 50 years.

You?

Goodnight shirt!

What's the word?

Get out of here.
Get the sheriff.

Tell him to get over here fast.

It's an emergency.

Hey, take it easy, Pappy.

25 mile speed limit.

- Where's the sheriff?
- Try the office.

Hey, what's the...

- Where's Tod?
- Catch your breath, he's...

It's an emergency. Ed Hawkins
has got to see him right away.

- Well, what happened?
- I don't know.

Something came over the wire.
Ed wouldn't even show me.

Hey, that's funny.
Well, there's Tod now.

It's an emergency.

Ed Hawkins has got
to see you right away.

Hello, Ed.

Thanks. Get out of here.

Wait a second.
I want to know what it's about.

Top secret. Get out of here.

For Pete's sake,
I ran my pants off...

Whoa...

Aw, shucks...

- What's the word?
- Listen to this.

I haven't finished
typing it yet.

"Sheriff Tod Shaw,
Suddenly, California,

"Confidential code: Hangover.

"Special train 1019

"carrying the president
of the United States

"will arrive Suddenly
5:00 pm today.

"President will detrain

"and drive
to White Springs ranch.

"Will require adequate
transportation.

"Appreciate cooperation,
your staff

"with Secret Service
operatives arriving 1:15.

Carney, acting chief,
U.S. Secret Service."

No mistakes, huh?

Only in typing.

5:00 pm.

Yeah...

- Can I use your phone?
- Help yourself.

Get me State Police
headquarters in Weatherby.

What's that codeword again?

- Hangover.
- Hangover.

Hello? This is Tod Shaw
down in Suddenly.

I want to speak to Capt. Aaron.

There's number 20.
The 66 crossing.

Hello, Capt. Aaron?
This is Tod Shaw.

Say, look,
I've got a message here.

The codeword is hangover.

Now, I'm going to need
five of your cars,

two men to a car,
and one Thompson gun

to each car, and...

Oh, you did, huh?
Swell. Right. Thanks.

They got the same message.

Aaron set the show
on the road already.

Gee, those state cops
don't fool around, do they?

No, they don't. Say, uh,

you didn't spill this, did you?

It says confidential.

Let's just keep it that way.

I'll run over
to Kaplan's garage.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- OK.

Hello, Sheriff,
I'll be right with you.

That's not soon enough, Iz.

So?

I want the big,
black Cadillac at 4:30.

The limousine?

Yeah. Park it at the station.
Backed in.

Somebody getting married?
Like the sheriff?

Don't be funny.
This is police business.

Don't tell anyone.

- I don't get it.
- You're not suppose to.

4:30, hmm? No slip-ups.

- Mr. Carney?
- That's right.

My name's Shaw.

Get my message?

What message?

Hangover.

May I see your credentials?

- This is Wilson.
- Hi.

Haggerty, Choates, and Kelly.

Glad to make your acquaintance.

Yeah, I got your message.

You're a careful man, Sheriff.

Not always. This seemed like
a good time to be though.

We always have to be.

May I see your credentials?

I, uh...

I've got a limousine
ordered for 4:30.

- It'll be parked right here.
- Good.

State police have five cars
on the road from Weatherby.

- Excellent.
- I guess that's about it.

Not quite.

You can still be of help to us.

We'll have to check
all of those stores

facing the station.

Shaw: Mr. Carney, I know every
proprietor in this town.

You can take my word for it...

I can't take your word
for anything.

I'm sure they're OK.
It's just routine.

All right, boys.

We'll park the limousine
between the tracks

when the special arrives.

- Pretty rough in there.
- Maybe.

Easier to cover.

All state police cars
can go in there, too.

- All right...
- Oh, uh...

Who lives up there on the hill?

Pop Benson, his grandson,
and his daughter-in-law.

We'll check it.

Heh. Mr. Carney,

if there's one place
in this town

that doesn't need checking,
it's that one.

Pop Benson used to be
in the Secret Service himself

before a bad ticker retired him.

Pop Benson?
You don't mean Peter Benson.

- That's right.
- Well...

I'll be a monkey's uncle.

What do you mean?

Well, Pete Benson used
to be my old boss.

No! How do you like that?

Therefore, Mr. Shaw,

he'll be the last one
in the world to object.

Heh. Pete Benson.
For heaven's sake. Heh.

Probably a rectifier,
probably a tube.

Would you please call Judd

and have him come up
and fix that thing

- before you wreck it?
- Wreck it? Wreck it?

Look, I'll have you understand

I'd built a television
transmitter in '38

before you even knew
what television was.

Yes, but did it work?

I don't know. I never did
get to finish the receiver.

Well, this is a receiver,
and I do wish you'd call Judd.

I don't want to bother Judd.

Besides, it's time
and a half on Saturday.

Well, that'll be cheaper
than what it'll cost

when you get through
diddling with it.

Ah now, Ellen,
stop taking it out on me

just 'cause you and Tod
had a fight.

You haven't touched your cake.

Don't want it.

Pidge, darling, I made
it especially for you.

You made it 'cause you
wouldn't let me wear my gun.

Drink your milk, darling.

Sissy.

What?

That's what the guys call me.

Well, I don't care
what they call you.

I'm your mother.

And I think I know
what's best for you.

Pidge...

Pidge, you shouldn't walk out
when I'm talking to you.

I thought you were finished.

The boy's just disappointed.

That's all, Ellen.

Dad, please stop interfering.

First, you cancel him
out on a hike

with Cub Scouts
and the next thing...

Pidge, go to your room.

I'll have this old set
perking in a minute, son.

You can me can watch
the ballgame.

Dad, I've had this
for the last time.

Ellen, you're a grown-up girl.

You got a problem
you haven't worked out.

That's no reason why Pidge
should have your problem.

I've only done
what I thought was right, Dad.

I read about an experiment once.

Kept germs away from a kid.

Raised him pure
and scientifically.

First time he got
out and around,

he caught cold
and died of pneumonia.

What does that
have to do with Pidge?

The kid hadn't been exposed.
He had no immunity.

There's cruelty and hatred
and tyranny in the world.

You can't make believe
they aren't there.

And Pidge has got
to learn what is the law

and what isn't the law
so he can defend it.

Defend it?

So he can become a soldier

and go out and be murdered
like his father was?

My son was killed in the
performance of his duty, Ellen.

Duty...

Being blown to bits

on some Godforsaken battlefield

thousands of miles
from where he was born.

- You call that duty?
- Yes, Ellen.

Well, is that what
you would like for Pidge?

Would that make you happy?

If Pete could hear you now,

I think he would be
ashamed of you.

How can you say
a terrible thing like that?

When the old boys wrote
those words,

"life, liberty, and the
pursuit of happiness"

they sounded mighty nice.

But they wouldn't have
been worth a plug nickel

if somebody hadn't
made 'em stick.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!

The window!
Look out the window!

- Golly!
- What is it?

Coming down the mountain
from Weatherby.

A whole bunch of state troopers.

See 'em?

We sure cut it fine.

You couldn't possibly
be surprised

with all those sirens blasting.

I try to beat 'em.

State troopers. Right on time.

- They're good.
- The best.

All right, Bart, follow 'em in.

OK.

Well, there are two routes
to the White Springs ranch.

You can go
over the mountains here.

Or you can drop down
to the main highway,

go on into Three Rivers.

And the ranch is about
20 miles further on.

We'll stick to the main highway.

Too much chance of an ambush
in those mountains.

Yes, Haggerty?

We could use a roof watch
on those stores, Chief,

beside a street check.

Look, Mr. Carney,

every proprietor in this town

has been here
at least five years.

I know them.
I know their kids.

No, it isn't that, Sheriff.
It's the stranger that might use

one of those stores for cover.

I'd like them to lock up
at 10 minutes to 5:00.

Stay locked up until
10 minutes after 5:00.

Oh, and put a man
on the roof, too.

All right, Burt,
give 'em the word.

No one, including
the proprietors,

are to remain in those stores
at locking time.

Anyone seen inside
after 10 minutes to 5:00

might be shot on sight.

Like the man says.
It's important.

Yes, sir.

Tell Wilson to keep
the station clear.

Choates will take over troopers

and block all traffic
approaches from 4:30 on.

Right. And there's
another hazard, sir.

A house up on the hill.

Yeah, I know.

I'll check that one myself.

Yes, sir.

Tod, what the Hades
is going on in this burgh?

Did some galoot make
a uranium strike?

Nah. Not exactly.

Now look, Slim,
you take over here.

And I'll catch up
with you later.

From 4:30 on I want
all pedestrian traffic

kept off Main Street
between Oak and Alder.

The state boys will help you

if anybody in town squawks
while you smooth things over.

They know you and this
is all going to seem

a little strange to them.

I'm confused myself.
Never have seen so many cops.

What goes on?

This is Mr. Carney,

special agent from
the Treasury Department.

Secret Service.
Mr. Carney, Slim Adams,

one of my deputies.

How do you do? Secret Service?

I get it.

They're shipping national debt
through here in gold bars.

Just don't worry about it.
You'll find out later.

All right, come on.

Let's go and check
that car you hired.

Bang! Got 'em all!

Now, you better
put that gun away

before your mom sees it.

She'll tan your hide.

Dad, I do wish you'd call Judd

and let him come up
and fix that.

Shucks, Ellen. I knew Ohm's Law

before they even passed it.

Well, I don't want
Pidge to miss the ballgame

after missing the movie
and everything.

All right, boy,

come on and get ready
to plug this in

while I hold this screw down.

- We'll see what happens.
- OK.

Dad, are you sure you
know what you're doing?

Ellen, please.

I know. But it says
on the back of there

that there are 5,000 volts.
And that's dangerous.

Ellen, will you please
stop being a woman.

Ready, boy? Plug me in.

Dad! Dad, are you all right?

Well, I guess I'm all right.

It scared the pants
off me, that's all.

Golly! Look at this!

I guess maybe you'd
better call Judd, huh?

Oh, honestly...

That was a close call, boy.

How much is 5,000 volts?

- Enough.
- To kill you?

Well, it'd probably pick you up
and toss you across the room.

That is, unless you were
standing in a puddle of water.

And then you'd be grounded.
And if you were grounded

it'd kill you deader
than a door nail.

Would it hurt?

Like blazes. You stay away
from that set now.

And stay away
from those wall plugs.

Don't monkey with electricity

unless you know
what you're doing.

Why did you, Grandpa?

You got me there, boy.

I'll get it. Judd says
he'll be up in a little while.

I'm sorry.

Honestly...

Yes?

Mrs. Benson?

- That's right.
- Is your husband at home?

My husband...
No, I'm a widow.

What I should've asked was,
are you the owner of this house?

No, I'm not. It belongs
to my father-in-law.

What is it you want?

I'm John Baron, special agent,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

These are my men.

Do you suppose I could have
a few words with Mr. Benson?

Well, just a moment.
Won't you come in?

Dad?

Oh, how are you gents?

John Baron, special agent.

For heaven sake. FBI.

May we come in?

Why sure, sure! Come right in.

Come right in.
Make yourself at home.

- Thanks.
- Not at all.

I get quite a kick out of this.

Used to be with
the Treasury Department myself.

- Really?
- Back in the old days.

Collected internal revenue, heh?

Tax collector? Not on your life.
Secret Service.

You don't say.

Grandpa was
Pres. Coolidge's bodyguard.

- You don't say.
- Yep.

Back in 1928. Youngest
retirement in the service.

Account of my heart,
not heart trouble,

you understand.

An accident on one
of Cal's fishing trips.

A hunter.
Got the slug right here.

Say, that's a nasty one.

How come you're still alive?

I don't know.
Lodged in my heart.

They took it out.
Had to take it easy.

- So they retired me.
- You're lucky.

Luckier still
if it hadn't hit me.

I'm going to be in
the Secret Service someday.

Thought you was going
to be a sheriff like Tod?

Squirts like you are supposed
to grow up and be president.

- Name is Pidge, Mr. Baron.
- Glad to meet you, Pidge.

I ain't a squirt.

Mr. Baron, what did
you want to see us about?

- Is something wrong?
- Nothing wrong yet, Mrs. Benson.

But there might be.
We're just checking.

- On us?
- On the house.

Do you mind if
we have a look around?

Help yourself.
But what I want to know...

We're going to have a look
around with or without

your permission, Mr. Benson.
It's an emergency.

Check.

There must be something
the matter.

Anyone else live here
beside you three?

Ellen: No.

- Anyone been by here today?
- No.

Just the usual routine.
Willy Harris left the milk.

What's this all about,
Mr. Baron?

Just being careful.
I'll explain later.

Two bedrooms.
One bathroom. All clear.

One here.
Just like they said.

Kitchen, back pantry, backdoor,
stairs go down the hill,

the garage under the kitchen.
Cellar door in hall.

Clear. Car in the garage.

Look at this for a set up.

I'm sorry, folks.
But I'm afraid

we're going to have
to hang around for a while.

- Why?
- What's the matter?

Don't be alarmed.
There's nothing wrong.

Of course there's
something wrong.

The FBI doesn't pay us
a visit for the heck of it.

Well, I won't stay.
I'll take Pidge...

No, ma'am.

Nobody leaves
the house until we do.

Why not? What's happened?

Look, just go
about your business

like it was any other
Saturday afternoon.

Read your papers.
Look at your TV.

Anything you want.

But nobody leaves the house.

Something fishy about all this.

It's official business.

What sort of official business?

Mr. Benson, as a former agent

of the Secret Service,
you should understand.

Either I'm getting old
and stupid or else I'm...

At 5:00 pm this afternoon,

the president
of the United States

arrives in town on a special.

- What?
- Golly!

The president?
Well, that's different.

You mean to say the president

is going to get off
the train here?

That's right.

Golly, Gramps,
we gotta go down and see it.

We just gotta.

The president! Why,
that's the biggest thing

that ever happened to this town.

Can we go down and see it,
Gramps? Can we?

Sorry, kid. No.

Benny, bring in the gear.
Pull the car around back.

Bart, you see the backdoor
is locked tight.

And check the cellar to be sure.

I still don't understand...

Mr. Benson, it should be
obvious to you

that if anybody wanted
to kill the president,

he could do
a beautiful job of it

right from this window of yours.

For the love of Mike,
that may be true.

But you don't think
that Ellie and me...

Of course not.

But we have to remain here
to protect you and the president

from somebody else who might.

Oh.

- Carney?
- Yeah.

Is this all routine?

Seems to me to be
kind of overboard.

I mean, all this checking
and everything.

As though you expected
this town to...

Sheriff, have you noticed
any strangers in town

during the past week?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure.

I know everybody in this burgh.

The only strangers
we get are tourists.

You know, we get
'em all the time,

stopping for gas,
a bite to eat. That's all.

We want to know from either
you or your deputies

the minute any stranger
doesn't keep going through.

Then this isn't routine.

No, it isn't.

Can you tell me?

The Los Angeles police

picked up a smalltime
stoolpigeon

the night before last.

Shot through the lungs
and left for dead.

Smiley Bitters.

Before he died,
he told them something was up.

What do you mean
something was up?

An assassination attempt.

Well, can you believe that?

In our business,
we can't afford not to.

I mean, the tip of
a dying stoolpigeon.

The stoolie seemed very proud
of being an American

before he kicked off.

Meaning, crime is crime.

But this
is something else again.

Right. So we can't
take any chances. Let's go.

Could we see the president,
Grandpa?

Can we, Mom?

Now, Pidge,
we have to stay here.

You can watch him from here.

But I want to get up close.

Well, use your telescope, boy.

Bring him right up to your eye.

Ah...

Sorry, Pidge. No dice.

Backdoor locked.

How about the phone
in the kitchen?

Want me to yank it?

No. We don't change
the pattern at all.

Give Benny a hand.

Mr. Baron, something
I don't understand.

- I was in the service myself...
- So you told me.

And though we made every
precautionary check,

we never went to extremes
like this unless...

Unless you were tipped
that there was to be

an attempted assassination.

- You don't mean it.
- I mean it.

But you're FBI.

Secret Service is responsible
for the safety of the president.

We're using everybody
this trip, Mr. Benson.

Have a look down there.

State troopers,

your local law enforcement
agencies and us.

You don't know if old Dan Carney
is down there, do you?

He and I worked together
in the old days.

He's chief of
the presidential staff now.

That's confidential information.

This is a terrible thing.

Not your worry, Mr. Benson.

Of course it's my worry.
I'm an American, ain't I?

It's everybody's worry.

A car. Somebody's driving
up to the house.

Who is it?

Pidge: It's Tod.

Ellen:
He's the sheriff, Mr. Baron.

- There's someone with him.
- Who's with him?

Ellen: I don't know.
I've never seen him before.

Grandpa: Well,
for the love of Mike!

What?

Well, if it isn't
old Dan Carney.

Grey as an old shirt and
red in the face as ever.

Hi, Pop, got an old friend
of yours here.

Dan, you dirty old Irishman.
Dan Carney!

Oh, Pop, as always
it's great to see you.

Hey, why aren't you dead?

Oh, old bosses like me
live forever.

Hey, you old Hawkeye,
you're getting bald.

Now just what do you
expect after 25 years?

Come on in.
Make yourself at home.

This is my daughter-in-law.

- How do you do?
- That's my grandson Pidge.

Hi, Pidge.

Pidge, this is Mr. Carney.
Secret Service.

He guards the president.

- Like Mr. Baron?
- Who?

Baron. Oh, you didn't know.

Your boys got here ahead of you.

Sheriff!

One sound from the kid, Pop,
and he's dead.

The train muffled it.

Get rid of him.

Put him in the cellar.

Take the rug with you.
It's a giveaway.

You get the message, brave boy?

Mom! Mom!

Pidge, you got to be still.
No noise.

You stink!

Pidge, shut up!

Guts.

He's only eight.

Lots of guts.

Mom...

No trouble with you.
You're all busted up.

All right. Take care of her.

You got it now.
Let's be practical.

I don't want anymore
shooting around here.

I want it nice
and quiet and cozy.

Now get her up
and bring her around.

And explain to her
that one phony

and she's got a kid
with his throat cut.

Doesn't make much noise
that way.

The same goes for you, too.

Anybody steps out of line,
the boy...

That's simple enough.

Ellen. Ellen, listen to me.

Ellen, pay attention.

Now listen to me
and don't look like that.

Everybody is all right.

You've got to get
a hold of yourself

No matter what happens
you've got to hang on.

If you scream or make
one false move,

he'll murder the boy.

You understand?
He'll murder Pidge.

Did you hear him, lady?

Yes. Yes.

Good. Then we're all in accord.

All right, all right. Inside.
We got a long time to wait.

Relax.

Pull the kitchen table
up under the window.

All right.
Sit down, sit down.

Look at your TV.

It ain't working.

Well, work him over then.
Fix him up.

Don't sit there waiting
to blow your cork.

Keep yourselves occupied.

I got to think.

Tod. Tod, you're badly hurt.

Bullet hit the bone.
Broke it, I guess.

He's bled a lot.

We need a doctor.
Look at his face.

Tell her, Pop.

You're the doctor, Ellen.
We can't have no doctor.

We can't set a broken arm.

Tough.

- Can you?
- Me?

Straighten this fracture.

You couldn't take it.

You straighten it.

Hold on, brave boy.

Tie it up.

Should we take him
into the bedroom?

Sure. But the boy stays here.

Baron:
And leave the door open.

All right, let's go to work.

Pop, we've got to do something.

I know. I know. But what? What?

They've got Pidge.

None of us count.
Not even Pidge.

We haven't got a chance.

As long as we're alive
we've got a chance.

We've got to find
a flaw in his plan.

We'll think of something.

Pop, haven't you got a gun?

A gun?

Yeah. Right in the drawer.
My gun.

- Is it loaded?
- No.

I hid the cartridges
on account of Pidge.

You're a dirty, lousy gangster!

Why, you...

Leave him alone, Benny.

- Did you hear what he said?
- Yeah, I heard what he said.

He's been looking
at too much television.

- He ain't a bad squirt.
- Just tell him to shut up!

Sure, sure.

This thing's metal.

Steel top. Chrome legs.

I figured wood.

No difference. Use the brackets.

Screw 'em to the leg
and then to the floor.

That way the table won't dance.

You're a coward!
You're a bunch of cowards!

And you're getting too fresh.

So button it.

Johnny, why all the trouble?
Big deal? This is a lot of work.

- Do it, Benny.
- But, Johnny...

I said just do it, Benny!

Once you get the gun anchored,
you got a solid base.

You'll see when we get to it.
This gun's got a heavy recoil.

It won't stand still.

And we got just three seconds
to nail the president.

And I don't want the table
to shimmy when we get to it.

A Tommy gun would do
just as good.

Tommy gun stinks.
No accuracy. No punch.

Might as well use a revolver.

This is the gun.

When I was in the Army...

So I wasn't in the Army.

Tighter. Tighter.

Pop, you find
those cartridges yet?

Not yet.

This is quite a gun,
Benny. Quite a gun.

I did a lot of chopping in
the war with a baby like this.

A lot of chopping.

You're wrong about me,
Pidge, being a coward.

Last war I got a Silver Star.

North of Casino,
pocket of resistance.

I killed 27 men all by myself.

I won a Silver Star, medal.

Ah, you stole it.

They're hurting Pidge.

All right, take it easy.
Take it easy.

Johnny, take it easy.

Stay there!

Johnny, relax.

For the love of Mike,
what's a Silver Star?

I won it.

OK, Johnny. OK. You won it.

I got 'em.

They been in there a long time.

Yeah, get 'em back in here.

What are you all trying to pull?

All of you, inside.

Come on, come on.

Feeling better?

- Yeah.
- You're lucky.

He didn't mean to wing you.

He meant to blow
your brains out.

He's a bad shot.

Yeah, but I'm not.
So maybe you'd better

sit down and stay there.

That way it'll be safer
for everybody.

You've got that duty
look in your eye.

I've seen it up on the line.

The line? You up on the line?

Some other time. Down.

Bart, you fool!
His car's out front!

Put it in the garage quick.

I have to think of everything.

Oh, great. Just great.

Might as well advertize.

That was a close one.

Hot in here.

See what time it is?

All right, suppose you tell me
what happens in this house

on a Saturday afternoon
between 4:00 and 5:00.

Pattern.

Smart guy.

Sure. And we don't
break that pattern.

We're here for a reason.

And if we break it,
we might blow the deal you know.

Mario slings the paper

over the fence
around 4:30 or so.

Delivery boy. Does he come in?

Anyone else?

Sal Hannow went up the mountain
hunting jack rabbits.

He'll be by on his way back.

Will he stop?

Not unless he's got
something to brag about.

- Anybody else?
- Nobody.

Anybody know that you and the
other guy were coming up here?

That's an interesting question.

What's the interesting answer?

You guess.

Tell him, Tod.

Sheriff, if you think
I have an qualms

about killing this kid,
you couldn't be more wrong.

The thing about killing him
or you or her or him

is that I wouldn't be
getting paid for it.

And I don't like giving
anything away for free.

Neither do I.

Including information.

Your guts are showing
all over the place, brave boy.

Now, now. Not me.

I'm scared.

You see, the way
I figure it, Baron,

I'm a dead man anyway.

So's the boy.
So's Ellen. So's Pop.

Just a question of now or later.

And if it gives the president
a bit of an edge,

why then we get it now.

They won't hurt us.
They won't hurt Pidge.

- He said so.
- Because it's convenient, Ellen.

You think these crumbs
would kill the president

and then take off, leaving us
behind to identify them?

You said
you wouldn't hurt Pidge.

Sure, sure. And I meant it.

Don't listen to this guy.

He's just being brave
with your kid's life.

I knew guys like that
in the Army.

We're just doing a job,
that's all.

Identifying us is not involved.

By 7:00 tonight,
we'll be out of the country.

And you'll never see us again.

Tell him, Tod. Tell him.

Never mind, lady.
We'll just assume

that they knew
he was coming up here.

So that if somebody else
comes up to check on him,

you can tell him the sheriff
and his friend were here.

But they had to go
some place else.

That's all.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Go with him, Bart.

I don't need any help.

Come on, come on.

OK. Table's screwed down.

All right.
Get the tripod up.

And then drill a hole
each in leg.

Bolt the tripod to the table.

Put it center
in front of the window.

I thought I told you
to sit down.

Just stretching my legs.
You're a very careful man.

That's right.

Plan on everything, huh?

Sheriff, the first man
they shoot to the moon

in a rocket
will take pains, too.

Of course, that's never
been done before.

Neither has this.

Doesn't that worry you?

Haven't got time to worry.

I just make my plans
and carry them out.

That's what
John Wilkes Booth thought, too.

Booth? Ha!

I'm no actor busting
my leg on a stage

so I can yell
"Down with the tyrants!"

If Booth wasn't such a ham
he might've made it.

He got pretty far
at that, though.

The guy who killed Garfield
didn't make it either.

Him? Eh, he didn't
plan anything.

Just took a lucky shot,
strictly left hand.

Just like McKinley.

And Zangara got the chair
for his try at Roosevelt.

He had to try it in a crowd.

I hate crowds.

So nobody ever made it.

Up 'til here.

I'm just a guy making a living.

And I think you've
stretched long enough.

As you were.

Bart, take over Benny's work.

OK.

- Benny?
- Yeah, Johnny.

Go downtown and see
what's going on down there,

especially the station plan.
Leave the car here.

Why me?

Because Wheeler can
fly a plane and you can't.

Oh, but me, I'm expendable, huh?

No. I just don't want
anything to happen to Wheeler.

Well, why can't I take the car?

Because if they nail you,
Benny, we need the car

to get to the plane.

Johnny...

You're getting paid, ain't ya?

Yeah.

You can't say
you ain't getting enough.

I'll be back.

Bart: Johnny?

Look, nice and steady
just like you wanted it.

Open the curtain.

A trap.
Big, beautiful booby-trap.

You can't do this.
You can't do it.

You're wrong, lady.

Take a look.

Go on. Take a look.

I can do it.
And I'm going to do it.

But you're an American citizen.

Sure. And one minute after 5:00,

I'm going to be a very
rich American citizen.

You'll never get away with it.

Shut up.

I got stomachache.

Take a pill.

Maybe the old man's right,
Johnny.

It's a terrible thing,
a terrible thing.

Turn it off, will ya?
Just another man, a man!

But the president...

Yeah... yeah...

I never killed
a president before.

Who's that?

Tod: That's Jud Kelly.

Pop: Television set
went on the blink.

Ellen sent for him
to come and fix it

so the boy could watch
the ballgame.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, we simply forgot it.
He's a harmless boy, Baron.

Don't hurt him.

OK. But if you cross me...

He won't. He won't.

All right, Pop.
You got the ball.

Let him in. But watch it.

Ellen, we got
to keep this man talking.

Why?

Why?
Because that's his weakness.

Sooner or later,
he'll drop his guard

we got to find a way
to get Pop's gun.

- Hi, Pop, what's new?
- Hello, Jud.

I think I better come
fix your rig

before you electrocuted
yourself.

Come on in.

Tod, what happened to you?

Ask him.

Same thing that'll happen to you

unless you do exactly
as you're told.

You're kidding!

Is that real?

It's real, all right.

What's your name?

- Jud Kelly.
- What are you doing here?

I came to fix
the television set.

Drop it. All right, Bart,
case him.

I don't have any dough
if that's what you want.

What is this, a stick up?

Yeah, that's right.
It's a stick up.

You'll never get away with it.

Go over and sit down, buster.

Take your luggage with you.
You, too. Now.

I don't take it.
Did they rob the bank?

What's the gun for?
What's going on?

- Where's your store?
- Main Street.

- Who runs it?
- Just me.

All alone?

Do you have to point
that gun at me?

- Alone?
- Answer him.

Yeah.

You locked up when you left?

Nobody knows
you were coming here?

That's right.
Just a service call.

That gun makes me
nervous, mister.

I'm not going to be a hero.
You can put the gun away.

Sure. But I'm telling you,
buster, like the others.

One pass and the kid gets it.

That's right. He gets it.

So you see,
his life depends on you.

Got it?

Yeah.

Wilson, Carney back yet?

No. He's certainly
been gone a long time.

Maybe we ought
to load the gun now

to be sure, huh?

No. That's just what
the sheriff would like.

Forget about me. I've had it.

Don't con me, sheriff.

The minute this gun is loaded,

one of you brave boys
might decide to go

for the rye just to fire it.

And if you fired it,

that might alert a few state
cops down there,

and the game would be over,
wouldn't it?

- You have any food in the house?
- Of course, I have.

I'm going to grab a bite, Bart.
Watch 'em.

Bring me a little glass of milk,
would you, Johnny?

My ulcer's murdering me.

Just watch 'em, Bart.
Watch 'em.

I don't get it.
Would somebody tell me...

Sit down! Be quiet.

Haven't you any feelings at all?

No, I haven't, lady.

They were taken out of me
by experts.

Feelings are chop.

Show me a guy with feelings
and I'll show you a sucker.

It's a weakness.

Makes you think of something
besides yourself.

If I had any feelings
left in me at all,

it'd be for me. Just me.

Don't you ever think of
your mother, your father?

Think of them? Hmm.

I used to think of them
a great deal.

My mother wasn't married.

My old man was a dip sum.

They left me in a home. A home.

When I was a kid I swore
that one day I'd kill them both.

But I didn't have to.
They drank themselves to death.

Feelings? Hmm.
The experts took care of that.

It's no use. No use.

You stink!

- Johnny!
- Pidge, come back here!

- The kid!
- Hold it!

- Pidge!
- Get him.

Stick 'em up or I'll blast you.

Nice going, Bart.

It's only a cap pistol.

I gave it to him myself.

Darn you, Tod Shaw, darn you!

I ought to beat his
brains out, the little...

What's so funny?

You should've seen your face.
A cap pistol.

Go ahead.
Laugh yourself sick.

That's a pretty good model
though, isn't it?

They make 'em real today,
don't they?

Here you are, Pidge.
Blow his brains out.

A couple of big bow bad men
getting scared to death

by a six bit cap pistol.

I ought to beat that kid.

I'm not sure that
he couldn't take you.

Go put some milk on your ulcer.

Bring me a piece of the cake.

I need some milk.
Pain's pretty bad.

Where's Benny?
Why didn't we hear from Benny?

Sit.

If this isn't a stick up,
what is it?

Did you come up here to fix
a television set, junior?

Yeah.

Well then fix
the television set.

Tod, what's going on?

They're planning to assassinate
the president, Judd.

Which president?

The president
of the United States.

He arrives here this afternoon.

You're kidding.

No. No. You're not kidding.

The president?

Kill the president?

They can't. They couldn't do
a thing like that.

They're stinking traitors.
They're Benedict Arnolds.

Are you guys crazy?

You can't do a thing like that.

Sit down, Rickmas.

Don't you realize
what that means?

That's assassination.
He's your president, too.

I'll make a deal with you, boy.

We kill you instead
of the president.

That's even Steven.

OK with you?

Thought not.

Anybody else want to take
the heat off the president?

How about you, Sheriff?

It's a bad joke, Baron.

Anybody else want to volunteer?

They're commies.
They're enemy agents.

Ha.

All right,
who is behind it, Baron?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Well, what's in it for you?

You're curious,
aren't you, Shaw?

Why not ask?

I like you, Sheriff.
You got guts.

You must've been a good soldier.

I got by.

- I won a Silver Star.
- That's pretty good.

Killed 27 Jerries all by myself.

You're a born killer.
That's all.

Yeah.

Some guys liked it.
I know a couple.

Funny thing.

In the war you do
a lot of chopping

and you get a medal for it.

You come back
and do the same thing,

and they'd fry you for it.

Hard to match up,
isn't it, Baron?

Just when you get real good
at something, you're a murderer.

Yeah. Over there you can
knock over a whole platoon.

Or a guy invents a bomb

and kills 100,000 people
just like that.

And maybe he gets more medals.

Here, you put a slug in
a double-crossing squirt

that isn't even worth burying

and you have to take the gas.

- Smiley Bitters?
- That's right.

You mean, they got
to him before he died?

Yes, Baron, they got to him.
And he talked.

What do you think those troopers
are doing down there?

Why do you think Carney...

Who's Carney?

The man you murdered.

Oh, him.

Murdered? Where?

- Right out in the hall.
- Knock it off, Sheriff.

So they know about me.

Sure. If Smiley talked
they know about me.

This isn't good, Johnny.

Of course, it's good.

We not only get the loot,
we get the glory, too.

Baron, why do you hate
the president so?

I got no feeling
against the president.

I'm just earning a living.

By treason!

He threw craps. Don't give me
that politics jazz.

It's not my racket.

I don't even know
who's paying me.

And I don't want to know.
What's the difference?

Didn't it occur to you
why they want you to do it?

Certainly it did.

But that makes
them suckers, not me.

I'm the guy
who's getting it made.

Listen, Sheriff, a man can stand
for so much and no more.

Before the war,
I drifted and drifted and ran.

Always lost
in the great, big crowd.

I hated that crowd.

I used to dream about
the crowd once in a while.

I used to see
all those faces scratching

and shoving and biting.

And then the mist would clear

and somehow all those faces
would be me.

All me. And all nothing.

But the war changed
everything, hey, Baron?

I'm no traitor, Sheriff.

I won a Silver Star.

And learned how to kill.

Yeah.

Maybe I did.

Maybe that changed everything.

Maybe people began
to know who I was.

After the show,

I hooked up with an outfit
for good dough.

The finger said
where and how much.

And Johnny Baron did the job.

You think anybody else
could handle this job?

You think Benny
or Wheeler could do it...

Talking too much, Johnny!

Nobody else can do this job,

because they got
too much feeling.

And feeling's no good.

I got nothing against
the president, Sheriff.

He's just worth a half
a million bucks to me.

Tax free.

Make my own laws
about the taxes, too, Pop.

The guy is goofy.

Shut up, Jud.

Listen to him, buster.

And don't ever say that again.

Ever!

You heard him, Jud.

A half a million dollars, huh?

Yeah.

That's a lot of scratch,
Sheriff.

A man could retire
on that amount of scratch.

How do you know
it'll ever be paid?

Half of it has been paid.

And the rest?

I'll get it.

I wouldn't be sure.
It's not just a man.

It's the president.

That's what's so funny.

The laugh is on the guys
who are paying the freight.

All this loot and they don't
even know what they're doing.

A half a million clams
for absolutely nothing.

Because tonight at 5:00
I kill the president.

And one second after 5:00,
there's a new president.

What changes? Nothing.

What are they paying for?

Nothing.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have
taken the job, Sheriff.

You'd have taken it.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

Why?

All right, take it easy.

Come on, lady.

Do as you're told
and everything will be fine.

Answer straight, clean,
and plain.

Answer it.

Hello?

Ms. Benson, let me speak
to the chief.

Benny?

Yeah. Train's on time.
The car will be waiting

in front of the station
like you figured, facing you.

Fine. Get back
as soon as you can.

And don't be followed.

OK.

Here's the big boy's car now.
Lovely target.

Hey. Hold it, mister.

Yes, Officer.

What is it?

What's your name?

Fred. Fred Whittaker.

What are you doing in town?

Just passing through.

Where's your car?

I don't have one.

I hitchhiked in from Three
Rivers, waiting for the train.

I figured I'd take
the train onto L.A.

What train?

The 5:00.
The 5:00?

Now, that's right strange.

Why, Officer?

Because we don't
have any 5:00 train

that stops here, mister.

Except today.

And that happens to be a special

that you don't know about,

except that you do.

Must be some mistake.

You made it.

Oh, now look, Officer.
I... I got identification.

I can prove who I am.

I've got my driver's license
right here.

Come on!

Gunfire.

Hold it! Don't shoot him!

Aah!

I told you not to kill him.

Not to kill him? After he...

He was our only link. Come on.

So long, Benny.

You think they got him?

I only hope he's dead.

- Haggerty.
- Yes, sir.

We got him. Dead unfortunately.

Wasn't Carney's last checkpoint
the house on the hill?

That's right.
But he and the sheriff

were going to check the
White Springs ranch around 2:00.

We haven't been able
to reach them.

Well, take two troopers
and backtrack 'em.

Start with the house
on the hill.

We've got to find Carney.

Right.

Now we got trouble.
Everybody except Mrs. Benson

down in the cellar.

What are you going to do?

Nothing, I hope. Move.

Anybody gets brave,
kill 'em all.

You can only hang once.

Pidge, stay up there.

Now look,
get a grip on yourself.

I want you to look relaxed.

If you don't pull this off,
everybody is dead.

Do you understand?

All of us. Dead.
So be yourself.

- I don't know what you mean.
- They'll come up here to check

whether Carney
and the sheriff were here.

And I want you to go out front.
I don't want them in the house.

I can't. I don't know how.
I don't know what to say.

Just go out and water
the flowers.

Do anything you'd like
but keep busy.

Lipstick and rouge, quick.

Now listen to me carefully.

They'll come up to check

whether Carney and
the sheriff were here.

Certainly they were here.

They came up to check the house.

But at 3:00 they left here.

They went out on the
White Springs ranch road.

They took Pop
and the kid with them.

And that's the last you
saw of them, you got it?

You got it?!

Yes! Yes!

You look like a ghost.
Step on it.

Pull it off, lady,
or everybody is dead.

Everybody.

He's getting rattled, Pop.

How do you mean?

He didn't expect Benny
to get shot.

Got anything in mind?

Maybe. Now listen...

Bart: Shut up you guys.

- Mrs. Benson?
- Yes.

My name's Haggerty.

Then you must be one
of Mr. Carney's men.

That's right. Has he been here?

I haven't seen him
since they left.

They came up here about 3:00
to check the house, they said.

- I don't know why.
- Who is they?

Why, Mr. Carney
and Sheriff Shaw.

Then they said they had to check
the White Springs ranch road.

Is your father-in-law
Mr. Benson here?

Well, no. No, he isn't.

You see, he used to be
Mr. Carney's chief.

Yes, I know.

So Mr. Carney took him along,
my little boy, too.

Then you're alone?

Yes.

And you haven't heard
from them since they left?

No. No, I haven't.

Something's wrong.
I know something's wrong.

No, no, Mrs. Benson.
Nothing's wrong.

We're... we're just checking,
that's all.

But if you see or hear
from them before I do,

please have them
check the detail

down at the railroad station.
It's very important.

Thanks.

All right, lady, inside.

Come on, come on.

Very nice. Very nice job.

Congratulations.

You don't like me, do you?

You're an animal.

I don't like you either.

Animals kill each other to live.
That's what you're doing.

How do you like your roast beef?

Medium, rare, or well done?

All right, Bart.
Run 'em in. It's clear.

I wish you were dead.

You haven't got the guts.

Just give me a chance.

Here's your chance.

Go ahead. Take it.

But remember
the squirt in the cellar.

That's right.

Think of the president first.

Let's not think of ourselves.

I didn't give you
a whole chance.

But you didn't even
take a half a chance.

Everything OK, Johnny?

Sure. Everything's fine.

She played her part real good.

Should be on television.

You, didn't I tell you
to fix the television set?

You told me to sit.

Get your stuff and fix it.

It'll keep you
from getting patriotic.

If I don't do something,

I'll blow my top
just sitting here.

Fix the set and shut your mouth.

I don't like
what you say anyway.

Now fix it.
We still got time.

All yours.

Open 'em.

About 200 yards.

Tod: Baron,
isn't that a German rifle?

Yeah. You know it?

I know it.

Where were you during the war?

All the way from
the Caserene Pass.

I won a Silver Star.
Where were you?

Normandy to the Alps
by way of The Bulge.

You get into Germany?

No. Bet you were
one of those big shot guys,

with the gold bar
on the shoulder.

No. No, I was a corporal.
How about you?

Corporal? I made sergeant.

You didn't like officers.

Officers, big shots.

Yes, sir. No, sir.
Salute, sir.

Big shots.

You don't like big shots.

Not when you're bigger, Sheriff.

I've killed more Jerries

than any five officers
put together.

I did some pretty good
chopping in the war.

Pretty good.

Like I said before,
you're a born killer.

- That's all.
- Yeah.

They taught me how,
and I liked it.

Heh, my C.O.
used to stand there

and shake like a leaf
while I chopped.

If more guys like me...

Tell me one thing, Baron.

How come you missed Germany?

They sent me home.
My tour was finished.

Your tour? In the infantry?

Are you kidding?

Why, you finish your
tour in the infantry

when they plant you in a box.

Tour... that was
for the Air Corps.

Turn it off.

Yeah. You probably
went over the hill.

I said turn it off.

You know, Baron,
you got the yard look.

You look yard bird to me.

I'm telling you, Sheriff,
turn it off.

Big shot with
the yard birds, eh?

Come on now, tell me.

Where were you court-martialed?

What was it for? Rape?

Nah, nah, nah. Not rape.
Killing. That's what you like.

Killing. Maybe shooting
down unarmed P.W.s, eh?

Sit down and shut up.

Ah, but by golly,
you got away with it.

So...

I got it. Section eight.

You went out on a section eight.

Section eight.

Psycho in charge
of killing, huh?

You know, I knew guys like you.
Killing was sweet.

Rather kill a man
than love a girl.

A real kick.
The thrill of the guts.

Stop it, Tod. Stop it!

Or maybe you didn't
like your C.O.

Maybe you shot him
in the back, that it?

Maybe you... aah!

Like I said, shut up!

Tod... Tod, darling,
it's hopeless.

No. It's not 5:00 yet.

Gonna keep your trap shut?

Yeah.

Hurts, huh?

It hurts.

Well, I can keep kicking it

as long as you keep shooting
your face off.

I know.

Pop, you were right.
You blew the power tube.

I have one here.

I'll have it perking
in a second.

You know, I was thinking, Jud,

if you were to clamp
the main plate lead

to a good ground
like to that table there,

you'd get a better picture.
A lot of line in them.

Clamp the main plate lead
to the table.

Cut the static lines.

Expert.
First he wrecks the set

then he tell
the kid how to fix it.

Main plate lead?

Yeah.

That's right, Jud.

All it needs is
a high potential ground.

We're a long way from
the broadcasting station.

What are you guys yapping about?

Pop: Technical talk, mister.
I'm an old radio man.

Battleship New York.
World War I.

Gramps beat the Germans
singlehanded.

Not exactly, son.
But I was there at Scapa

following the German
fleet's surrender.

All right, all right.
Stop the fooling.

And fix that set, will ya?

Yes, sir.

Oh!

Dad! Dad, what is it?

Pain, bad.

It's his heart.
He has a bad heart.

Pidge, my pills.
Top drawer of the bureau.

I'll get 'em.

You stay put.
The kid'll get 'em.

Pidge, put down that gun

and get some water
for your grandfather.

But, Mom, listen!

You heard me, Pidge.

Oh, gee...

You know what I think, Pop?

I got a feeling
your heart attacks are phony.

Pain's bad.

I'm warning you. If you're
trying to pull something,

you'd better watch it.

Baron, I've been thinking.

You've been thinking you'd like
to take a crack at this rifle.

You think I want
to get myself killed?

Yes. Frankly, Sheriff,
I don't think you'd mind

getting yourself killed.

Nobody wants to die.

Do we have to talk about it.
Why don't you shut up?

No guts. Nerves.
It all gets on my nerves.

Now, why would I want
to get myself killed?

Because it's
five minutes to five.

And a shot might bring
those state troopers

storming all over the joint
before the president arrives.

But, Sheriff, I can put you away

in two seconds
by twisting your arm again.

That way there's no noise.

So don't go winning
any post-mortem medals.

I wouldn't enjoy winning
a post-mortem medal

any more than you're
going to enjoy

that post-mortem money.

What'd you say?
What's he say?

I said nobody ever made it.
You won't either.

You don't think so?

So you got a plane.

You'll never reach it
ahead of the police.

And if you do, you'll never
make it to the border.

You ever hear of a jet fighter?

You know how many
air strips there are

between here and the border?

You know, a fellow
could get an education

- just listening to this guy?
- Look, maybe he's right...

Look, you said half the money
had already been paid.

A smart guy would hit
the road right now.

Fly out of here.
Skip the president.

Spend the money
in South America. Alive.

He's right, Johnny.

Why take the risk?
We can lam now. We can make it.

We don't have to fool
with this thing.

It's too big, Johnny.
There's something wrong with it.

- Chicken.
- Chicken?

All right, so call me chicken.
Who wants to be rich and dead?

They'll get us.
They haven't missed yet, Johnny.

The guy's right.
You've got the loot.

Let's take off
and get out of here for good.

- What's the...
- He threw craps.

So, Benny wasn't chicken.

They didn't waste
any time on him.

I tell you,
we haven't got a chance.

Turn it off, Bart.

You're embarrassing me
in front of the sheriff.

But, Johnny,
even if we swing it,

he's the president.
They'll never give up.

Hey, you don't figure that
the guys that are paying off

are just going to let you
fly away, do you?

They'll be after you
just like the Secret Service.

I thought of that, too, Sheriff.

It might be an internationally
embarrassing situation

if the Feds happen
to catch up with us first.

So, Bart, you've just got
to realize

that everybody's going
to be on your tail

from 5:00 until the day you die.

There's a hole in
your argument, Sheriff.

What is it?

We're already wanted for murder,

so you can only take
the gas once.

They'll get us, Johnny!

They won't get us, Bart.

Not us.

You sure, Johnny?

You leave it to me.

You're sick, man.
You're sick.

I don't like that.

Don't play God
just because you've got a gun.

But you see, Sheriff,
that's the way it is.

When you've got a gun,
you are a sort of god.

If you had the gun,
I'd be the chump

and you'd be the god.

The gun gives you
the power of life and death.

It's a funny sort of feeling

to have control
of life and death.

You must've had it
during the war.

You could miss a man
if you had a mind to.

Or you could kill him
dead in his tracks.

And that made you a kind of god.

And I liked it.

Without the gun, I'm nothing.

And I never had anything
before I got one.

First time I got one
in my hands and killed a man,

I got some self-respect.

I was somebody.

Like this kid over here.

If that cap pistol
was a real gun

and I didn't have a gun,

he'd be a kind of a god, too.

And if I wanted my life,

I'd worship the ground
he walks on.

And I'd pay him the half
million dollars for my life.

Because life is all I have.

But the squirt
doesn't have the gun.

I have. And I can loose
the lightning.

Announcer: ...the score's
all tied up five to five.

No noise, just pictures.

Announcer:
The first time this season.

Butterfingers.

Announcer: They're going to have
that pennant two years in a row.

Now we pause briefly
for our station identification.

You're wrong about God
and the gun, Sheriff.

Without the gun,
you would never have spit at me.

You would never have
even noticed me.

But because of the gun,

you'll remember me
as long as you live.

What is it now?

Blowing for the 66 crossing,
outside town.

All right. Nobody moves.
This is it.

You, over there.

Hey, Johnny, let me see once.

We're going to do it, Bart.
This is my meat.

- We're going to do it.
- Just let me see.

Aah!

Return fire!

Hold your fire!

Tod: Pidge!

It didn't stop...

It didn't stop.

It didn't stop!

No.

Don't.

No. Please, don't.

No.

No...

Are you sure you're going
to be all right, Mr. Benson?

Oh, don't worry about me,
Mr. Wilson.

I'll be all right.
I don't need any nursing.

We're certainly grateful to you.

How come the train went
right through the station?

We simply cancelled
the stopover.

We couldn't take a chance
on the president's safety

once it was proven
the assassins were in town.

The president went on
to Los Angeles.

- Missed his fishing.
- I'm afraid so.

Someday those guys are
going to stop taking you

for amateurs, huh, Mr. Wilson?

I hope not.

- Well, thanks again, Mr. Benson.
- Oh, no.

You, too, young man.

Well, that's all right.

Someday I'm going to be
a bodyguard just like you.

Nonsense, boy. You're going
to grow up to be president.

And presidents have bodyguards.

And grandpops?

And grandpops,
especially grandpops.

Ellen.

How's Jud?

He didn't make it.

And Slim?

Critical. But they think
he'll be all right.

I guess somebody had
to make the mistake.

What?

Something Dad said this
morning about principles.

Get in, Tod,
I'll drive you home.

No, thanks. I've got
to go over to the office.

Can I pick you up
for church tomorrow?

Yeah. That'd be swell.

Say, Officer?

Yeah?

Could you tell me the way
to Three Rivers?

Ah, you go down to the first
intersection. You turn left.

It's about 60 miles.

Thanks. What's this town?

Suddenly.

Suddenly what?

No, that's the name.

That's a funny name for a town.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know about that.