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Whoa. Boy, I'll bet they'll be glad to see this fence wire...

after a week or riding line.

She's lucky they're such good friends.

Hey, Trampas, come on out.

You big lunkhead.

Don't stop me now. I'm gonna tear him apart.

Let me at him. Let me at him!

What's this all about?

I'm sick of his fussing about my meals because

he's just too pig-lazy to cook for himself.

I'm lazy? I'm lazy?

While I'm out chasing strays and roping steers and pulling calves out of the bog,

you're in there burning your beans and boiling your river bottom!

If you don't think I can do my job, you just say so.

Well, I'm saying so, green-eared tenderfoot!

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah!

Maybe you'd like it better if I worked someplace else.

- Maybe I would! - Maybe I can fix that.

I'll just collect my wages and I'll ride out of here as fast as I can.

That suits me just fine. Just fine! All right! All right.

So long. It's been nice working with you, fellas.

Hey, Dave! Hold on... Ah, let that sorehead go. He doesn't mean it anyway.

He knows he can't find a better place to work than Shiloh.

He's awful mad.

Ah, he'll cool off. I know him!

And no matter what David Sutton says, he will not leave this ranch!

Hurry! Stop 'em!

The bank! The bank! They robbed the bank!

Don't let 'em get away! I won't!

Hurry! Stop 'em! Hold the door!

We did it, Ned!

We robbed the bank!

I thought the sheriff was supposed to be out of town. He must have come back early.

How much did we get? Come on. Let's count it.

Honey, there's no time. The sheriff will be on our trail.

Oh! That botches everything. How are we gonna double back and change clothes?

Oh, I forgot. What are we gonna do?

If I can just get back to town somehow without being recognized...

There must be some way.

Help!

Help me, please!

Please, somebody!

- I'm in such pain! - Hold on. I'm coming.

What's wrong? My horse threw me. I think my leg's broken.

I better have a look at it. Oh, no, I couldn't.

No, it's all right. I studied medicine.

This boot will have to come off.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

There's no sign of a fracture.

Up! Slow and easy and don't reach for anything.

Sorry.

Take his gun.

Is this the only way you know how to make a livin', taking advantage of strangers?

Oh, no. We rob banks.

Josie!

All right, start taking 'em off.

- Taking what off? - Your clothes.

- All of 'em? - All of 'em!

Doggone it, anyway!

♪♪

Here you are, Will, me lad. One double rum, one double whiskey.

Which is which?

That's the whiskey. That's the rum.

Aye.

Or is that the rum and that's the whiskey?

Or is that the whiskey and that's the rum?

Will you hurry up? The customers are dyin' with thirst.

That's the rum. That's the whiskey.

♪♪

Yes, sir, what'll it be? Name your poison.

Be... Uh, beer.

Psst!

Excuse me.

Aha!

Ned? Shh!

I thought I recognized you. What happened? Where's Josie?

She's okay, but we ran into some trouble.

Tom Wade shot at us coming out of the bank. No.

He didn't know us, but it was close and things are just a little bit tight.

Well, is there something I can do?

You can get Josie a dress... and my stuff's in the storeroom. Okay.

Look out. Here comes Ma. She'll have a fit if she sees you in here.

Don't, uh, crowd me, boys.

When I move I need plenty of room.

Hello, Ma. Hello, Geraldine.

Who's the cowpoke you were talkin' to?

Oh, well, just a saddle tramp.

What's wrong with him? He's all bent over like somethin' was crawlin' down his spine.

I guess he's tuckered out.

That's no excuse. A man ought to stand straight and tall in his boots.

Like your pa used to stand... before the stagecoach run over him.

Rest his soul.

What'll it be, Madam Imogene? Oh, the usual, Jimmy.

Any news about the bank robbers?

The sheriff lost their trail just outside of town. The pair of them got clean away.

Well, I'd feel bad about that, if Nat Trumbull didn't own the bank.

I bet that old skinflint's half out of his mind.

Oh, don't stir it. You'll bruise the yolk.

Yeah, I hope they cleaned him out.

Nat Trumbull is a dirty, no-good, nickel-nursin' widow robber.

Imogene Del Finnia is a schemin' shrew of a whiskey-waterin' witch!

She's behind this. She's been fighting me for years.

She organized them dirty grubbing rhubarb farmers against me.

A lady saloon keeper running a corn exchange. It's not decent!

She does let the ranchers buy feed grain on credit.

Sure! So she can grab up their ranches and turn 'em into farms.

Well, it's a good thing I'm around to foreclose

the farms and turn 'em back into ranches.

One thing's sure. You're both on opposite sides of the street.

Yeah, especially Main Street.

I bought the north side, she bought the south side.

This town isn't big enough for both of us.

And she'd do anything to run me out, and that includes robbin' my bank.

You got no proof of that, sir.

Well, then find me the proof, and find me the outlaws!

Look, all they left me was a handful of silver.

They sure knew what they were doin', whoever

they were. They were real slick about it.

They knew just when to show up before the money was locked in the vault.

Believe you me, Tom Wade, if my son had been here,

they wouldn't have gotten none of it.

I'd have given anything if I hadn't sent Neddy boy to Cheyenne on bank business.

There's not much he could have done against two armed outlaws.

Well, at least he wouldn't have lost their trail in broad daylight.

Say, you aren't under that woman's thumb too, are you?

Uh, Mr. Trumbull, I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear you say that.

That star is not a permanent fixture. It comes off.

Now, if you don't put somebody in that jail of yours,

I'm gonna see what I can do about helpin' this town to get a new sheriff.

And don't pretend you didn't hear that!

Excuse me.

Sheriff... Hold it! Hold it right there.

You're under arrest.

I don't know anything about a bank robbery.

This is the first time I ever set foot in this town.

Don't try to play dumb with me. I guess I know an outlaw when I see one.

You took my $10,000, and I want it back. $10,000?

I've never seen that much money in my whole life. I'm a ranch hand.

Oh, uh-huh? Then what are you doing in Buffalo Springs?

I came to see you.

Me? Why? You're the sheriff.

- I wanted to tell you I was robbed. - Robbed?

You mean somebody stole my $10,000?

No, sir. Somebody stole my pants.

Your pants? Yes, sir.

And my horse, and just about everything else.

You're wearing pants. I know. They're not mine.

You were riding a horse. That's not mine either.

- What'd you do, steal that too? - No, sir.

I found it. And the pants along with it, lying on the ground.

Oh, well, now I've heard 'em all.

Mister, if I were you and I couldn't think up a better story than that,

I wouldn't go around robbing any banks.

I don't. I never did.

The only money I know anything about is the wages that I had in my pants pocket.

Look, the man who stole my clothes must be one of the robbers...

because I'm wearin' his clothes.

Look, Sheriff. If I'd robbed that bank,

would I be stupid enough to come ridin' back into town...

and let you stick me in this jail?

That's something that's kind of hard to figure.

Well, not for me it isn't. Now you said yourself that those outlaws were slick.

Can't you see that this is a plan to ruin me and discredit you?

Well, maybe, but I...

That woman put you up to this, didn't she? Now don't lie. I know she did.

- What woman? - The woman that hired you to rob my bank!

- Madame Imogene Del Finnia. - I never heard of her.

This is the first time I ever been in this town.

Tom, I want a full confession out of this man.

And when I get it, I'll have that woman right

where I want her. Now you go to work on him.

Okay, where is it? Where's the money? I don't know.

Where's your partner, the little short hombre? Has he got it?

You were gonna meet him here. That's why you came back.

Right?

I tell you, you're making a mistake. I was robbed.

What do you do, arrest every stranger that comes into this town? Hmm?

So this is where you've been hiding, huh?

Well, I guess by now you know you made a mistake.

- Come on. - I'm taking you back.

Hey, a fight!

No, ma'am, listen... Ow!

Oh, stop it!

Sheriff!

Somebody get the sheriff!

Somebody get the sheriff!

Sheriff!

But, Sheriff, you... Will you give me a chance to...

Shut up! Get in there!

You're making a big mistake. I didn't start that fight! Sure.

That's what they all say.

- Oh, no. - You mean I'm locked in here with you?

Yeah. Well, I don't know how and I don't know why,

but my being in here is your fault! Let me out of here, will ya?

Get me a lawyer! Give me a trial! Hang me! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Let me out of here! Sheriff! Let me out of here!

Excuse me.

Josie, I've been worried sick. Where have you been?

Ned thought it'd be better if I waited until after dark, just in case.

Where's Ma? Upstairs with a headache. Is Ned all right?

He was the last time I saw him, about 10 minutes ago. Why?

Well, I just heard that somebody was arrested for robbing the bank.

No! Yes. They recognized him by his clothes and horse.

Oh, that's awful.

Oh, that poor fella.

I've gotta go and do something.

Josephine! Come over here.

Josephine, where have you been?

Nowhere, Ma. I...

I just went out for a long walk.

Who was walkin' with you? Nobody.

I was all alone.

Well, you know how I love nature and all.

Uh-huh. Well, "nature" covers a lot of territory,

and there's some of it I don't want you explorin' yet.

Oh, Ma.

If I thought you were out walkin' with some young cowboy...

No, Ma. Cross my heart.

Remember what I told you girls about that.

You stay away from cowboys and farm boys.

But that doesn't leave hardly anybody else.

I know.

Well, let's get busy. You go put your work clothes on.

And see if you can keep your mind off "nature" for a while.

Yes, Ma.

Geraldine, I'm startin' to worry about your sister's looks.

Josie? Why, she's as pretty as a picture.

That's what worries me.

It was a nice, peaceful jail till you came along.

By the way, what are you in here for?

Well, they think I robbed the bank.

Did you?

- No! - Oh.

Then you must have done somethin' pretty dumb to get yourself in here.

Well, I notice I got company.

Well, at least it's not for bank robbin'. I just busted up a saloon.

Well, now that sure is something to brag about.

I didn't start it. It was some other fella. He was wearing your clothes.

I thought it was you.

He was wearing my clothes? Mm-hmm.

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

They looked a lot better on him than they did you.

That was the fella that held up the bank.

Why in the Sam Hill didn't you tell the sheriff

about him? I couldn't tell him anything.

He's as mule-headed as you are. Well, tell him now, and he'll let me out of here.

He wouldn't take my word. Anyway, I'm too tired. Sorry.

Looks like you're gonna be around for quite a spell.

Sheriff! Sheriff, come in here. I got something to tell you!

- Shut up! - Shut up!

Sheriff, come in here. I got something to say.

I said shut up! I'm bringing in a lady.

Is he the one, Miss Josie?

Sheriff, that's the girl I was trying to tell you about.

Uh-huh, that's him. He's the one.

I was miles and miles from town when my horse threw me,

and this kind gentleman came to my aid.

He used to be a medical student, you know.

And you say this happened at the same time the bank was being robbed?

Oh, yes. So, you see, he couldn't be the bank robber.

Then how did you get the outlaw's horse and clothes?

Oh, I can tell you that. I was riding along this road and saw this girl sitting...

I found 'em, lying right on the ground.

I found 'em. Oh.

Okay, Sutton, you can leave.

Thanks. We're together.

Hey! You can't do that!

Someone held up the bank. How do I know it wasn't you?

Me? Me, rob a bank? You're the right size.

- Could be. - No, you're wrong. My friend can prove it.

Dave, tell him about the fella I saw in the saloon I thought was you. Tell him.

What fella?

Go on, tell him. I don't know what you're talking about.

- I've never seen you before in my life. - You what?

Sheriff, he certainly has been acting suspicious lately.

If I were you, I'd keep an eye on him.

I'm gonna keep both eyes on him.

Sorry. Looks like you'll be in here for a long spell.

Sutton. Sutton, you tell the sheriff... Sutton, you come back here! Dave!

Dave! Dave, you tell the sheriff...

Dave! You're not gonna believe him, are you?

Why, that dirty skunk's my best friend!

I'll kill him. I'll kill him! I'll kill him!

Are you decent yet? Just about.

I hope I brought everything. Oh, you sure did.

Well, you can turn around now.

Well, you look more like yourself.

Well, I'm even beginning to feel like it. Say, I was wondering about my horse.

He's in the livery stable.

The feed bill's already been paid for and so has your hotel room.

- You didn't have to do that. - Well, it was the least I could do.

I don't know when I've met a nicer bank robber.

I hope you'll forgive us. It's just that we were desperate.

- You do understand, don't you? - No, ma'am, I don't.

Would you care to explain it from the very beginning?

It's better if you don't know.

I have to go now. Please, will you do me one last favor?

I guess I owe you one for getting me out of jail.

Then will you ride out of town at sunup, and

please promise not to say a word to anybody?

I don't know what I'd say.

Good-bye, David.

Oh, I am sorry.

You let him go!

Now, what would you do a fool thing like that for?

He wasn't one of the bank robbers.

But I do have a prime suspect locked up in there now.

Why didn't you keep 'em both? It was two men that held up the bank.

I know, but one of them was short. Besides, both those men are taller than I am.

Oh! How you know you didn't let the wrong one go?

Because I have a witness that says he couldn't have done it.

Miss Josie gave him an ironclad alibi.

- Now this one that's in there... - Miss Josie?

Josephine Del Finnia?

Yeah, that's right. The man that's in there now, he can't prove...

Her mother sent her over here with a cock-and-bull story.

She pulled the wool over your eyes and you fell for it hook, line and sinker!

I don't think Miss Josie would lie. We were in the same Sunday school class.

As far as I'm concerned, you're still in Sunday school.

Now, if you can't do your job properly, I know somebody who can.

My son's back from his business trip,

and he'll fix Madam Imogene Del Finnia's wagon.

Ned! Ned, you come in here.

Did you call me, Pa? Yes, I did.

Neddy boy, I don't know how I'm gonna get along without you at the bank,

but I'm gonna have to make that sacrifice.

Sheriff, it's obvious that you need intelligent help with this matter.

I want you to make my son here a special deputy.

Well, if that's the way you want it, Mr. Trumbull,

I don't see why not.

Raise your right hand. Do you solemnly swear...

Do you...

Do you solemnly swear to enforce the law in Buffalo Springs?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, consider yourself on the roster, deputy.

If my boy can't nail down those bank robbers, nobody can.

Right, Neddy boy? Right, Pa.

Don't there. Just take it to her.

Thank you, George. Uh, see what's happened to that girl, will ya?

I sent her to the kitchen for a sandwich.

Right, ma'am. On me way. Tell her to hurry. I'm feeling a little peaked.

Okay.

Yes, sir, what'll it be? I'd like to see the owner, please.

Oh, would you now? Mm-hmm.

Turn around and you'll be looking at her. Thank you.

Haven't I seen you someplace before?

No, ma'am. I'm a stranger in town. My name's David Sutton.

Begging your pardon, ma'am, this fella's a liar. You've seen him right enough.

He's the saddle tramp that started the donnybrook in the saloon.

Well, you've got a nerve coming back here!

Well, he's wrong about that. I was in jail at the time.

But, uh, I can see where he'd be confused.

This other fella was wearing my clothes and he's the one who started...

What are you waitin' for? Throw him out.

I'd like to try to explain. Out!

All I want to do is pay the damages.

Hold it!

- Did you say "pay"? - Yes, ma'am.

All right, boys, I'll handle this.

Sit down. Take a load off. Thank you.

Now, what's this all about?

Somebody I know is in jail, and I figure paying

for the damages is the best way to get him out.

How much does it come to?

I'll have to tote it up.

Let's see. There's breakage,

and leakage,

not to mention bandages and horse liniment.

Oh, I'd say $45 oughta just about cover it.

All right. Twenty,

30, 40, 45.

Ma, did you want me for something?

Make that an even 50.

I take it you two know each other?

No! Uh, no.

Well, then meet Mr. Sutton.

How do you do, Mr. Sutton?

My name is Josephine Del Finnia. And this is my mother.

And this is my little sister Geraldine.

Little sister?

He knows. Don't let him tell Ma.

I'll take care of him.

So pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sutton. The pleasure's mine.

Geraldine, isn't this the fella you were talkin' to at the bar?

Why, no, Ma.

I'd surely remember a tall, handsome gentleman like this.

Well, I'll go and fetch a broom and clean up this mess.

May I join you, Mr. Sutton?

Please do.

Thank you.

Oh, my goodness!

You're even tall sitting down.

That's 'cause I drank my milk.

Stop cacklin', Geraldine.

It's not that funny.

Tell me something, Mr. Sutton.

If it wasn't you that came in here and started the fight,

then who was that feller, and why was he dressed up like you?

I think I can answer that. I was going along the trail from Medicine Bow and...

Mr. Sutton, are you a gambling man, by any chance?

I'd like to make a little bet with you.

What kind of bet?

I bet I can tell what kind of work you do just by looking at your hands.

Bet you a dollar. Give me your hands.

Oh! They're so big and strong.

And you're so lean and outdoorsy.

I'll just bet you're a tamer of wild horses.

Well, that's pretty close. I'm just a ranch hand though.

Just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill cowpuncher.

Oh, but there's nothing ordinary about that at all.

You must be terribly, terribly brave. Must I?

Yes. That kind of work would just half scare me to death.

All those bulls.

All right. What do you mean, "all right"?

You can go. How come?

A little while ago you thought I robbed a bank. I still think so.

But a waiter from Madam Imogene's came over and said the damages have been paid for.

Yeah? Who paid for it? How should I know?

You coming out or not? All right.

You fixing on hanging around town?

I don't see how that's any of your business. I'm making it my business.

I just want you to know that I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you.

So don't try anything fancy. Like what, robbing a bank?

I can't prove yet you had anything to do with it, but just give me a little time.

Well, take a little more time and you might prove that I'm Billy the Kid.

Billy the Kid's dead! Shucks.

For a minute there I thought you had me.

Billy the Kid.

♪ Good-bye, Mrs. Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin' ♪

♪ No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor ♪

♪ For as sure as me name is Barney I'm off to Californy ♪

♪ Instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold ♪

♪ In the days that I was courtin', I would never tire of resortin' ♪

♪ To the alehouse and the playhouse and the other house besides ♪

♪ But I told my brother Seamus I'll be off now and grow famous ♪

♪ And before that I return again, I'll roam the whole worldwide ♪

♪ So, it's good-bye, Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin' ♪

♪ No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor ♪

♪ For as sure as me name is Barney I'm off to Californy ♪

♪ Instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold ♪

♪ Well, I've courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney ♪

♪ In Dublin and in Kerry down to the cove of Cork ♪

♪ But I'm tired of all this pleasure so now I'll take my leisure ♪

♪ And the next time that you hear from me I'll write you from New York ♪

♪ So, it's good-bye, Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin' ♪

♪ No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor ♪

♪ For as sure as me name is Barney I'm off to Californy ♪

♪ Instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold ♪

♪ When I landed in America I met a man named Burke ♪

♪ He told me if I'd stay a while he'd surely find me work ♪

♪ But work he didn't find me so there's nothing here to bind me ♪

♪ I'm bound for San Francisco in Califor-ni-yay ♪

♪ I'm now in San Francisco and me fortune it is made ♪

♪ Me pockets loaded down with gold I'll throw away me spade ♪

♪ I'll go back to dear old Erin spend me fortune never carin' ♪

♪ And I'll marry Queen Victori' Mrs. Durkin for to spite ♪

♪ So, it's good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin' ♪

♪ No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor ♪

♪ For as sure as me name is Barney I'm off to Californy ♪

♪ Instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold ♪♪

Whoo-hoo!

♪♪

I owe you one, mister. This is for putting me in... Oh!

What are you doing in those clothes? I thought you were the other fella.

That's the thanks I get. I should have let you stay in the pokey.

You want to fight? Come on. Come on. Fight.

Come on. I don't wanna. Ow!

- Beauty. Right in the upper... - All right. All right.

Hey.

Hey. Come on.

If there's one thing I won't stand for, it's fist-fighting in my saloon.

Now you boys patch it up and shake hands,

or you'll both wind up in the hoosegow.

Let 'em go.

That's what I like to see. This is a friendly saloon for friendly folks.

And I aim to keep it that way.

I got you now, Imogene Del Finnia!

Here's proof you staged that bank robbery!

Oh, I knew it! I knew it all the time!

And now, by heavens, I got the goods on you!

What are you ranting about, you old goat?

One of your farmers, that's what. Couldn't pay his mortgage.

I was gonna run him off. But he just now showed up and paid it off with this...

Money stolen from my bank!

Stop waving that filthy stuff in my face.

How do you know it's from your bank?

Because my teller spilled a bottle of ink in the cash drawer the day of the robbery.

Look! Look at the ink stains on this money.

Looks like ink all right. That's nothin'. Lots of folks mess up their money.

I spill ketchup on mine.

You!

I might have known I'd find you here.

Did she pay you off for robbing the bank?

Only a polecat would say a thing like that. Can't stand the truth, huh?

You've been after my skin ever since you broke off our engagement...

24 years ago last April.

Twenty-three years ago.

And you broke it off to marry the richest girl in Missoula, Montana.

Bessie was a saint.

I'll thank you not to mention her name in a common saloon.

When I think of how close I came to marrying you,

I get sick to my stomach.

It was a lucky day for me when I met Abe Del Finnia.

Oh, yeah, he was quite a catch... A drunken saloon keeper.

You wouldn't say that if the stagecoach hadn't knocked him down.

It didn't have to knock him down... he was already lyin' in the gutter.

That's a dirty lie! Abe only drank to be sociable.

And say what you will about him, he never cheated poor farmers out of their land.

No, and he never robbed a bank either.

If you ask me, you robbed your own bank so's you could cheat your depositors.

That was my money!

The bank's gotta stand the loss, as if you didn't know.

You call me a bank robber one more time,

and you'll be picking bottle glass out of your head for a month of Sundays.

Imogene Del Finnia, I swear that not one rancher...

will ever buy a grain of feed from your corn exchange again.

And I swear to you, Nat Trumbull, that not one farmer...

will ever set foot in your thievin' bank again.

Now get out of here. Uh...

I don't want to see your big, fat face in this saloon again!

I wouldn't come in here...

to see Lady Godiva jump her horse over the bar.

I hate saloons!

You...

Oh!

You gave that money to the farmer.

How was I to know there were ink stains on it?

How did you know about that? She robbed the bank.

- Oh? - She what?

Shh! It's supposed to be a secret.

Will somebody please tell me what's going on around here?

Between my pa and the girls' ma, this town is being torn apart.

Each one keeps trying to outdo the other to even up some fancied old score.

And the worst of it is, the farmers had a bad winter...

and their grazing land is poor.

So they have to buy their grain on credit at the corn exchange...

or else their cattle will starve.

Her ma is holding as much papers on the ranchers as my pa holds on the farmers.

The ranchers and farmers have taken sides and they're at each other's throats.

That's why we robbed the bank.

Uh, why did you rob the bank?

So we can stop this terrible range war.

Oh. And whose idea was it to be Robin Hood with the bank's money?

Mine. Those poor farmers needed help bad.

What about the poor ranchers? What did they get out of it?

Uh, uh, nothing yet.

But we're gonna help them too.

We've got another plan. Josie!

I think we've said just about enough.

The less they know of our plans, the better.

You're out of your minds if you're thinking of pulling another bank robbery.

Not in this town.

That's something you don't have to worry about.

Oh, no? I happen to be the number one suspect.

The sheriff thinks I robbed the bank. Mr. Trumbull thinks I did.

Yeah. It doesn't matter what they think.

You'll be gone before anything else happens.

What makes you so sure?

Well, as deputy sheriff, I order you to get out of town.

We just can't turn our backs on this.

You are gonna get yourselves in a lot of trouble.

Let 'em.

What? If that's what they want, it's all right with me.

I'm getting pretty sick of Buffalo Springs anyway.

If we don't see you folks again, we'll look for your faces on a wanted poster.

There must be a better way to solve your problem. Most outlaws end up dead.

Well, so does most everyone else.

- Well, that's true, but... - Come on. Come on!

Good-bye. Bye.

How come the big ones always get away?

Well, come on. Let's get back to Shiloh. I quit, remember?

The foreman will take you on again. You know that.

No, I... I think I'll try someplace else.

Don't you think you're being just a little mule-headed?

Yeah.

All right. Then don't ride back with me. That's fine with me.

Well, I won't. All right.

All right. So long.

So long.

Well, what more proof do you want?

We've got the ink-stained bills. Now that's proof, isn't it?

It doesn't prove Madam Imogene had anything to do with it.

But that's no reason to let the prime suspects

leave town. One of those men robbed my bank.

If you were any kind of sheriff, you would have

kept them both in jail and thrown the key away.

What are you rooting around in there for? Oh. Here. This.

Take a look. What about it?

Now look.

I am looking. I can't see anything. Your finger's in the way.

Imagine him without a mustache. Who does he look like?

I give up. Look at the eyes. That nose.

It's the spittin' image of the man who calls himself Trampas.

He's an outlaw. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on him.

Well, now isn't that just dandy?

He's gone! He left town, and you let him go.

You're right. But if I ever see him again,

I'm gonna shoot first...

and ask questions later.

It's okay. Ma's upstairs in her room taking a bath.

Is it safe? For a few minutes.

It won't take long. Aha!

Sorry, my lad. We've got orders to keep you Trumbulls out of here.

He only wants to tell me something. Ma doesn't have to know.

Please, Jimmy, for me?

Well, all right. I never laid eyes on him. Thanks.

Ain't they a lovely couple? Ah, lovely.

Look at the way their heads are together now.

Can you just imagine the honey-sweet words

that fella is sayin' to that lovely wee girl?

We're gonna rob the corn exchange at 7:00 tonight.

Why 7:00? The cashier works till 7:30 on Friday nights.

Yes, but she's dying to go to a church social with a friend of mine.

You drop by and casually mention you'll be glad to relieve her at a quarter to 7:00.

What about the bookkeeper? He'll be a witness to the robbery.

They'll see the masked bandits pull off another daring holdup.

But there'll only be one masked bandit if I'm relieving the cashier.

Oh, Ned, you can't do it alone. You've got to have help.

I know. We'll have to get somebody we can trust.

I'll let Geri handle that.

She knows every able-bodied man in town.

Good. I'll have the horses ready. And we'll circle town,

ride in fast, pull off the robbery, and ride off in different directions.

Then we'll all double back.

Tom Wade won't know which way to look.

At least we'll be able to help the poor

ranchers, just like we helped the poor farmers.

Oh, Ned. Isn't it wonderful?

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

And if you pull it off, it'll be a miracle.

You again. Mm-hmm. That's right.

I could have been the sheriff sitting here.

You were so busy planning your holdup you never noticed. Why did you come back?

What do you want? I'm looking for my tall friend.

He left with you.

I thought he might come back and try and talk you folks out of this nonsense.

I guess I was wrong. It's not nonsense.

We're doing this for the good of the community.

That's something to think about while they're shooting at you.

But there's no sense in arguing the point. Good-bye... again.

How much did you hear? Enough.

I think maybe you know too much.

I know if you keep this up, somebody's gonna get hurt.

Sorry.

Oh.

- You forgot your shillelagh. - This'll do just as good.

None of that rough stuff. Just pick him up and throw him out on his ear.

Put that down!

I'll thank you to have a little respect for other people's furniture.

I'd hate to break this chair, but I will if you don't call off your Irish wolfhound.

No!

Wait. Wait. Who's that on the floor?

Josephine, move aside.

Oh. Promise you won't be mad.

Move!

- Good afternoon. - Ned Trumbull!

Why, you low-livin' son of a rattlesnake!

It's my father you're mad at. There's no reason why we can't be friends.

I'll give you a reason!

- How's this for openers? - Ma, where'd you get that gun?

It was your father's. He always liked to have a little something up his sleeve.

All right, sonny, make tracks out of here.

And take that cowboy friend of yours with you.

Now get movin' before I forget I'm a lady. Vamoose!

Keep Trampas busy until after 7:30.

Don't worry about him. I know just what to do.

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff! He's back! I just saw him.

That outlaw! He went into the hotel.

Well, do something! I will.

Come on in, Sutton. I knew you'd come back here.

It's me.

I can see that.

I heard how Ma ran you out of the saloon.

I came to apologize.

Well, I've been run out of saloons before.

Uh, won't you come in? I really shouldn't.

Mmm. The smell of a man in shaving soap just about drives me wild.

I'm feeling a little wild myself.

Is that champagne? Uh-huh.

But you'll have to open it. I have weak thumbs.

Oh.

The rest of you looks all right.

Well, do you, uh, do this often,

bring a bottle of champagne to a man's room?

That's not all I brought you.

Here's a bird to go with it.

Have a good time at the church social, Nellie.

And don't you eat too many strawberries. You know how you break out.

There's never been a man like you in this town before.

Well, when you come right down to it,

I've never been in a town like this before.

Mmm.

Open up! This is the law.

I'll tell him to go away.

I'm gonna count to three.

If you don't come out,

I'm comin' in...

shootin'.

One,

two, three!

Miss Geri, what are you doing in that outlaw's room?

I beg your pardon!

It so happens my cousin, Layoma, from Denver is in this room.

Oh, well, I better have a look for myself.

She is taking a bath!

Oh. Well, uh, I-I must have the wrong room.

Uh, I'm sorry. I...

I better go back down and check the hotel register.

Miss Geri. Fancy meeting you here. Well, it's a small world.

Listen, if your sister plans to go ahead with some darn fool robbery,

she's gonna be in a lot of danger.

Why don't we talk about it in your room, Mr. Sutton? This is so public.

Fine. I'm down the hall in number seven.

I'll be right there. Right.

The sheriff's gone. We're alone at last.

Care for another nibble?

Oh.

Oh. Pardon my fingers.

I'll be right back. But the party just started.

Then... don't go away. Oh, no.

I may never leave.

Come in.

Hello. Hello yourself.

Talk to me, David.

About what?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh, your sister.

Look, she's in a lot of trouble and I don't want to see her get hurt.

Oh! It's so sweet of you to be concerned.

I'm worried about her too. See how I'm trembling?

That makes two of us.

I'd just die if anything happened to Josie.

I'm so afraid! Oh, you poor kid.

She's always been on the wild side.

I'm more of a homebody myself.

Just give me a book and a fireside...

and something warm to snuggle up to.

Tell me all about it.

Later.

I'll be back.

Tom Wade! How dare you disturb my cousin in her bath?

Where'd you come from? My Aunt Leah has a room down the hall.

It's sort of a family reunion.

Oh, but... according to the hotel register, this is the outlaw's room.

Well, the register is wrong.

Unless you are suggesting that I would go into a man's hotel room after dark?

Oh, but...

Now, Miss Geri, I... I never said anything like that.

Well, I've known you all your life,

and there isn't a sweeter or more decent girl...

in all of Buffalo Springs.

Do you really think so, Tom?

Yeah. I've always thought that.

Why didn't you ever say anything?

Well, I better go down and check with the hotel clerk.

There's a... Somebody seems to have made a mistake.

You missed a good party.

Did I?

Well, not all of it.

I think we might be able to get it started again.

You know something?

You don't look like a Geraldine.

What time is it?

It's now, honey. It's right now.

Reach for it, little lady. This is a holdup.

Fill that with cash!

You'll never get away with this, stranger.

Come on.

It's the best we could do.

All right. Quit stalling and fill it up.

I know you're in there.

Come on out, Bull!

Bull?

If that's the way you want it, I'm comin' in!

Sheriff!

Sheriff, they're robbing the corn exchange! Don't let them get away!

The corn exchange? But I got the outlaw trapped in here.

Oh, quick! There's over $20,000 in the cashier's office!

Well, I... No, come on. Hurry!

Oh. Oh.

Well, looks like the party's over. And you did a pretty good job of keeping me here...

while your sister and her boyfriend pulled off another robbery.

Where you going? To complain about the champagne.

It was flat. Ow. Hey!

Hey. We haven't finished our talk.

Oh, talk to yourself!

Hurry up. Hurry up.

What am I gonna do with this? Hide it.

Where? Then you take it. Hold it!

I don't want it. Hold it!

I'll take care of that problem. All right, drop your guns. Raise your hands.

Put it on the table. I knew this was gonna happen.

You should have hid it somewhere. I told you...

All right. It's not bad for a bunch of amateurs.

This is gonna go back to the corn exchange. Which one of you is gonna take it back?

He'll take it back.

- Hold it! I'll take it back. - Freeze!

All right, everybody, stay right where they...

Everybody, stay right where you are.

Well, looks like I caught the whole gang and their leader.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. All right.

Drop it, Bull.

Bull?

♪♪

♪ Her eyes they shone like the diamonds ♪

♪ You'd think she was queen of the land ♪

♪ And her hair hung over her shoulder ♪

♪ Tied up with a black velvet band ♪

♪ In a neat little town they call Belfast ♪

♪ Apprentice to trade I was bound ♪

♪ And many an hour of sweet happiness ♪

♪ I spent in that neat little town ♪ Lovely.

♪ Her eyes they shone like the diamonds ♪

Those men work for you and the sheriff caught 'em red-handed.

Now you can't deny that. You hired that outlaw yourself.

Don't be ridiculous! He robbed my bank under your orders.

That's a filthy lie!

Well, you got your corn exchange money back, didn't you?

Where's my bank money? Can you tell me that?

No. And I wouldn't if I could.

Uh, listen, folks... You keep out of this!

♪♪ By thunder.

If you don't hand over that money,

I'm gonna bring every rancher and cowhand in the territory in here...

and make you cough it up a nickel at a time.

And I'll bring in every farmer and sheepherder to stand against ya.

Pa, it seems to me... You keep out of this, Neddy boy.

If she wants to start a range war, she's gonna get one, and right here in town.

A range war in town?

♪ Black velvet band ♪

♪ Her eyes they shone like the diamonds ♪♪ - Shut up!

What's this about a range war?

You can't mean it, Pa. You're not serious. We'll see if I'm not.

Before I'm through, Buffalo Springs...

will make the Little Big Horn look like a picnic ground.

Well, we'll be ready for you,

General Custer!

Evidently it's never crossed your mind, but they hang people for robbing banks.

And we gotta get them out of there. We could blow up the jail.

Oh. How we gonna do that?

Well, first we'd have to steal some dynamite.

Haven't you folks had enough of taking what doesn't belong to you?

We messed everything up. And it's all our fault.

A range war. Now the boys are in jail.

Oh, Ned, what are we gonna do?

We'll think of somethin'.

We have to.

Well, you can start by telling the truth. And if you won't, I will.

You swore that you'd never tell.

I can't let Trampas hang for something he didn't do.

You can't go back on your word. We were only trying to do the right thing.

Yeah, I know.

I honestly thought we could bring peace to Buffalo Springs.

But that's out of the question as long as my pa and Madam Imogene...

have this big hate for each other. Isn't it funny?

Twenty-four years ago they nearly got married. If they had, you'd be our brother.

Well, I wouldn't like that too much.

But at least Pa would have daughters.

The way it is, I'm all he's got.

You're an only child? No brothers or sisters? That's right.

Your father thinks a lot of you. You're his pride and joy.

You could say that, I guess. He'd do anything for you, wouldn't he?

He won't stop this range war, if that's what you're thinkin'.

I already asked him. Maybe you didn't ask him the right way.

Miss Geri, get me a pencil and a sheet of paper, please. Right.

What are you gonna write?

Well, if we're lucky, it'll turn out to be a peace treaty.

If we're not...

Where do you suppose we could get some dynamite?

I didn't come here for your approval.

I came to tell you to stay out of this fight.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Trumbull.

See, I swore to uphold the law, and you're just about to break it.

Evidently, you don't think too much of that star.

Or maybe you like the idea of being an ex-sheriff.

No, sir, I don't like it one little bit.

This office is like my home. How can you turn a man out of his home?

It takes practice.

And by this time I've had plenty of it.

Now you take my suggestion and stay in here and lock the door.

And whatever you do, stay away from that saloon.

Mr. Trumbull, I have a note from your son.

From Ned?

- Well, what does it say? - They've taken Neddy prisoner.

He says he won't be harmed if I call off the ranchers.

It might be a trick.

- No, it's Ned's handwritin'. - How do you know?

He's right. Neddy got a penmanship medal in the fifth grade.

Well, what are you gonna do?

What else can I do?

He's all I got.

All right, pile up all the chairs!

Here's some ammunition.

Now put all the tables over on their sides.

For you.

Geraldine, get all the glassware out of sight.

This will be the first range war ever fought in a saloon.

If we're gonna make history, let's make it right. Remember the Alamo!

Look, Ma. Somebody's coming.

Don't shoot!

I come in peace.

I have a message from your daughter Josephine.

Josephine? She's right here in the saloon somewhere.

No, she ain't, Ma. I looked everywhere for her. She's vanished.

Where'd you get this? Nat Trumbull.

He's holding her prisoner. But she won't be harmed...

if you call off your farmers and sheepherders.

It's true. Josie wrote this herself.

See how she spelled "farmers" with two "a's"?

Nat Trumbull will pay for this!

Ma, what are you gonna do?

There's only thing I can do.

She's all I got. Except'n you, of course.

All right, boys, go on home.

The war's off.

You, clear outta here. Yes, ma'am.

You too, Geraldine.

Nat Trumbull wants to meet me alone.

Well, I'm here.

So am I. Hmm.

That boy means the world to me.

She's just a child, Nat.

He's a good boy.

Oh, she's an angel.

I remember when he was just a little feller.

In pigtails. And a cowlick.

Oh, he used to think I was the greatest man in the world.

She looked up to me, Nat.

She thought I was grand and beautiful.

You always were beautiful, Imogene.

Ah.

You used to tell me that in the hayloft.

Oh, the hayloft.

I... haven't thought of that in a good many years.

Oh, what a pair we were, huh?

Hmm.

Oh, we were so young.

We had the whole world at our feet.

I loved you, Imogene.

And I loved you, Nat, with all my heart.

It was my pa made me marry Bessie.

He wanted me to make a good match.

I-I was weak. I couldn't fight him.

I threw myself at Abe.

The last thing he wanted was a wife.

But I couldn't bear the idea of living alone.

Oh, Imogene!

Oh, Nat!

Where did we go wrong?

Ma? Pa?

We robbed the bank.

- And the corn exchange. - We did it for you.

And the town, you were splitting it down the middle. We had to stop it.

Because we love you. And we love each other.

You, Neddy boy?

- Josie! - We had to rob from the rich...

to give to the poor because you were robbing from the poor.

To give to the rich... Yourselves.

You kept getting richer and richer and bigger and bigger,

but the town was being torn to pieces.

You were almost fighting each other with guns. And now look at you.

Like a couple of kids.

Nat, they make me feel so ashamed.

What were we thinkin' of all those years when

we could have been thinkin' of each other?

No wonder my son robbed his daddy's bank.

He wanted to teach me a lesson.

What did you do with the money, Neddy boy?

I spread it around, Pa.

Without interest or collateral?

Oh, well, as they say,

bread cast upon the water is over the dam.

Oh, children!

Pa. Neddy boy.

Ah.

Son! Son! Oh. Ma!

Imogene.

Josie! Oh!

♪ Tied up with a black velvet band ♪

♪ And seven long years is your sentence ♪

♪ You're going to Van Diemen's Land ♪

♪ Far away from your friends and relations ♪ Shut up!

♪ To follow the ♪♪ Aye.

You're all free to go.

- Well, get up. - I don't think I can.

If I'm gonna have to come back in here, I'd just as soon stay.

Ah, you're free to go. It's all been resolved.

You're gonna let Bull McCoy loose on the unsuspecting world?

You ain't Bull. How do you know?

'Cause Bull was hanged a year ago last Christmas.

I guess I'd better weed out some of those old wanted posters.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm ready to go if you are. Where?

Back to Shiloh.

Let's go. Oh, just a minute.

Hmm? First, we gotta go to a wedding.

Who's getting married? Just about everybody, including me.

Come on, lover.

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

♪ Arm in arm and on we go All for Trumbull's wedding ♪

♪ It's time to dance It's time to sing, we'll surely make the rafters ring ♪

♪ Raise your glass and here's a toast to the whiskey and the women ♪

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

♪ Arm in arm and on we go All for Trumbull's wedding ♪

♪ Tell everyone we wish good cheer, luck and health in the coming year ♪

♪♪

♪ That's our toast to Trumbull ♪

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

♪ Arm in arm and on we go All for Trumbull's wedding ♪

Yee-hoo!

Yee-hoo!

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

♪ Arm in arm and on we go All for Trumbull's wedding ♪

♪ Before we go we'd like to say may care be bonny's here today ♪

♪ Who cares if trouble comes our way, we'll put our trust in drinking ♪

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

Congratulations. Glad you finally found something you can hold onto.

♪ Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe ♪

♪ Arm in arm and on we go All for Trumbull's wedding ♪♪

Whoo-hoo!