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Mark...
what's this I hear

about somebody trying
to bushwhack the Judge?

That's what
the Judge said.

Where is he?
Is he all right?

The Judge is at
his attorney's.

The other fella's
down at the undertaker.

You mean he killed him?

I've got his statement
right here.

He admits firing on him.

You make it sound as if
he did something wrong, Mark.

I wouldn't know.
I wasn't there.

Well, if somebody
bushwhacks you,

what else can you do
but shoot back?

When the Judge
got back into town,

He said that this fella
Jeff Ballard

fired on him
from a distance.
He returned the fire.

We found the body
right where the Judge
said it was.

But the bullet
was in the back.

He was unarmed.
No gun anywhere.

We looked all over
the place.

Then somebody
got there first
and stole the gun.

Possibly.

But the Judge must be
treated like anyone else.

Especially since
everyone in town knows

he and this fella Ballard
had a run-in a couple of
months ago.

Now, wait a minute.

You think if the Judge
was gonna gun
somebody down,

he'd run right in here
and tell you all about it?

That's something the jury's
gonna have to figure out.

Whoever took that gun
must've left a trail.

Did you look for it?

No, I had to get
the body back.

Where did you find
this fella Ballard's body?

In a clearing
just off the Shiloh road.

Just north of where
the bridge crosses
the creek.

It doesn't take two of us
to read one trail.

You tell the Judge
I'll be in touch with him.

You really thing
the Judge is in
trouble, don't you?

Well, I think that gun
better show up.

Yeah, he was here.

Brown-white horse,
about 16 hands.

Had a real sore hoof.
Put a new shoe on him.

What did the fella
ridin' him look like?

About six feet tall,
weighin' 170.

Did he tell you
his name?

I didn't ask him.

Comical fella
he was, though.

Tried to swap me
a punchboard instead of
payin' for the shoe.

Did he say where
he was headed?

No, just went along
down the road.

Thanks.

One more thing.

Did you notice
if he was wearing a gun

or carrying one?

Didn't notice. Why?

Just curious.

Much obliged.

This the horse?

Well...

Looks like it.
Where's the owner?

I'm the owner.

Bought him
not two hours ago.

Why? He wasn't
stolen, was he?

Oh, no.
I'm not interested
in the horse.

I'm just lookin'
for the man you
bought him from.

I wouldn't buy a horse
from a stranger

unless I had
a declaration.

Here.
It says right here

he guaranteed
the ownership
of the horse.

Ralph Slocum.

About six feet,
170 pounds?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, he can't
get far on foot.
Which way did he head?

He ain't in town.
He took the stage
to North Bend.

North Bend?

Montana.
Oh.

Next one comes through
day after tomorrow,

if you're thinking
of following him.

No, thanks.
I'll do better

takin' the train
from Medicine Bow.

Say...

what's this
fella done?

That's what I'd like
to find out.

I can't understand
how they could even
put the Judge on trial.

I mean, they know him--
his reputation.

A reputation is not
evidence, my friend.

The available facts
indicate

that Garth shot
a man in the back--
an unarmed man.

No matter how the jury
feels about Garth
personally,

evidence is what
they're gonna base
a verdict on.

MAN: All aboard!

You've got to
find that man.
Get him back here,

with the gun--
because if you don't,

Garth is in
more trouble than I
or anyone else

can ever hope to
get him out of!

Good luck!

I hope that's all it takes!

MAN: Wheeler Junction!

Wheeler!

Wheeler Junction!

Wheeler Junction!

Wheeler Junction!

MAN: All aboard!
All aboard!

There we are, miss.

Thank you
very much.

My pleasure.
Couldn't let a little
thing like you

carry these great,
big suitcases.

You just sit
yourself down.

Let's you and me
get better acquainted.

No, I can't do that.

I can't sit at
the front of the train.

It's bad luck,
and I'm terribly
superstitious.

Why did you let me
put the suitcases down?

That's all right,
because the man
I bought them from

said they weren't
a bit superstitious.

Now, look here, miss--

Would you excuse me?
I have to go and see
my cousin.

May I, uh--

Sit down?
Please do.

You go back to sleep.

I just wanted
to get away from
a man down there.

He's the fatherly type.

It's the worst kind.

Go on,
go back to sleep.

I'm Angie Clark.

Actually, that's not
my name at all.

It's really
Angelina Klumpp--
with two Ps.

Isn't that awful?

Well, I--

Can't you imagine
someone getting up
and saying,

"The next number
will be rendered
by Angelina Klumpp"?

So I changed it
to Angie Clark.

I think that sounds
a lot better, don't you?

You a singer?

That's right.
And I'm very good.

I sang for two years at
the best theater club
in Seattle.

I'd still be there--
only the management
changed hands.

And when I say "hands",
I do mean--

Where are you going?

North Bend, Montana.

Isn't it a small world?
So am I.

I expect a job there.

What you mean is,
you've got a job
waiting there for you?

People are always
telling me what I mean

when I don't mean
what they're telling me
what I mean.

I mean, I expect
to get a job there.

You mean,
you came all this way
without knowing?

Oh, there's
a job there.

At the Palace
Theater Club.

A girl who
used to sing there
came to Seattle--

she told me
all about it.

What if the job's
filled?

Well, it isn't,
because the owner said

he wasn't gonna
hire anybody.

I see.

But what about you?

Why are you going
to North Bend?

Business.
Oh.

What kind of business?

Well, I'll, uh--

I'll be looking
at some cattle.

You came all this way
just to look at cows?

Heh.

I've always said,
if you've seen one cow,

you've seen them all.

But I guess that's
because I'm a woman.

That could have
something to do with it.

It's a great pleasure
to have you with us,
Miss Clark.

Will you be staying
with us for long?

Oh, yes.
Forever and ever.

Well, I have give you
room 209.

That's one of
our finest rooms.

I'm sure you'll be
very comfortable there.

Oh, thank you very much.

Do you know where
the Palace Theater Club is?

The Palace
Theater Club?

I don't know that.

There's a Palace Saloon
owned by Mr. Hardy.

Mr. Hardy, that's right.
Where is his theater club?

That's on
the south side of town.

Go down to Spring Street,
turn right,

and you'll come to
a livery stable.

Uh, Angie?

Let me buy you lunch,
and I'll help you find it.

Oh, fine.
If you let me help you
find those cows.

Hmm?

Those cows you're
looking for. Remember?

Hello.
Hello.

I'm trying to find
a man that...

might be traveling under
the name of Ralph Slocum.

Mean anything to you?

I don't think so.
What does he look like?

I really don't know.
I've never seen him myself.

He's a young fella,
around 30 years old.

Six feet,
about 170 pounds.
He sells punchboards.

I know five or six men
who would fit that
description.

But none of them
sell punchboards.

Room 303, that's on
the third floor--

right next
to the stairs.

I'll get your luggage
sent up to you.

It's all right,
I can handle it.

If your friend
Mr. Slocum is
a drinking man,

you could try
the Palace Saloon.

You mean the Palace
Theater Club, don't you?

Yeah. Oh, of course.
The Palace Theater Club.

You mean you came all
the way from Seattle

for a job
I don't even have?

Well, you've got a stage,
customers, tables.

All you need
is a singer.

I had a singer,
and I fired her.

And business has
never been better.

I'm sorry, miss.
You should've wrote me.

I could've saved you
all that money...

comin' here on
a wild goose chase.

Money? Mr. Hardy...

I'm glad you mentioned
that subject,

because it's something
we should settle
right away.

Say, excuse me.
Yes, sir?

Wonder if you could
help me on something.

You happen to know
a fella named Slocum?

Ralph Slocum?

Slocum. No, that's
a new one on me.

Lives here in town,
does he?

No, he's a traveling
salesman

for a punchboard
company.

Young fella,
around 30.

Six feet,
about 170 pounds.

Afraid not.

No, the name Slocum
doesn't mean a thing to me.

Thanks.

It's not that I expect
too much in the beginning--

Lady, I don't know
what--

My name's Angie Clark.
Don't you remember?

Sure, I remember
your name--

Oh, that's
very sweet of you.

I think it should be
on a percentage basis,
Mr. Hardy,

in fairness to you.

Oh, in fairness to me?

I'll pay the piano
player, of course,

take care of
my own costumes.

All I need from you
is a dressing room.

And some pictures
outside...

with some nice,
exciting copy.

You know--"Direct from
a triumphant engagement

in Seattle's
leading theater club--"

Or something
along those lines.

Now, about the newspapers--

don't you think
that a full-page--

Now, whoa, lady.

I mean, whoa,
Miss Clark.

A half page.

You really need
this job, don't you?

Yes.

You're broke?
Yes.

Yeah. Well...

I won't make
any promises,

but at least
I'll listen.

You be here tomorrow
morning, early.

And I hope
you're as good as
you think you are.

Actually, Mr. Hardy...

nobody is.

I've had
a wonderful evening.

Well, I hope I didn't
keep you out too late.

You got that big
tryout tomorrow.

Didn't think about it
all night.

What did you
think about?

Cows.

Oh, I know.

The ones I came
to look at.

Angie, you're gonna
be great tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

That man! That man!

Sheriff, this is
Miss Angie Clark.

One of your deputies
busted into her
hotel room and--

Hold it
right there.

If this lady's
got a complaint,

I want to hear it
from her.

Well, he told me
to get out of town,

on the 3:00 train tomorrow,
or else I'd get hurt.

Let me get this straight.

You say one of my men
busted into your room?

But he was a deputy.
He even showed me a badge.

And he told me--
Just a minute.

It wasn't either of
those boys?

I didn't bust
into no room.

Neither did I.
We've been here
all evening.

Let the lady talk.

No, I'm sure
of that.

Go get Fred and Ben, quick.

Please sit down,
Miss Clark.

Tell him what happened,
Angie.

I'd just taken off my hat,
and there was this knock
on the door.

When was this?

Just a little while ago.

About ten minutes, I guess.

All right, go ahead.

I went to see who it was,
and there was this
man there.

He took a badge
out of his pocket
and showed it to me.

He said he was a deputy.
So I asked him
what he wanted.

And he told me
to leave town

on the 3:00 train
tomorrow.

Did he say why?

Well, that's just it.

He wouldn't tell me
anything.

Except if I knew
what was good for me,
I'd leave.

He actually
threatened you?

What else
would you call it?

What did this man
look like?

Well, it's--
it's hard to say.

But I would know him
if I saw him.

Where do you
figure in this?

I'm a friend
of Miss Clark's.

But you weren't there
when it happened?

No, I missed that pleasure.

Excuse me.

Come over here, Ben,
where the lady can
get a look at you.

What's going on, Tony?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

How about it, Miss Clark?
Is this the man?

You're sure about that?

Yes. He's not the one.

All right,
go on home, boys.

How long have you been
in town, Miss Clark?

Since this morning.

Expect to be here long?

Yes. I'm working
at the Palace.

Doing what?
I'm a singer.

Singer, huh?

Something wrong with that?

About her being
a singer?

No.

About the rest of it,
I'm waiting.

For what? Till someone
stuffs me in a trunk

and puts me
on that 3:00 train?

Maybe I'd better
tell you something,
Miss Clark.

There ain't
no 3:00 train

in or out of
North Bend.

That's him. He's the one.

I'm the one who what?

What's this
all about, Tony?

Fred, you ever see
this lady before?

No, I never
seen her before.

According to her,
you came up to her
hotel room tonight,

pulled a badge
out of your pocket,

and told her
to get out of town.

What about it?

What about it?
It's the craziest thing
I've ever heard.

I don't even know
who she is.

Besides, here's where
I carry my badge.

I don't go around
pulling it out of
my pocket.

Lady, are you crazy
or something?

You've never
seen me before,
and you know it.

You know I did.
It was you.

Hold it right there,
everybody.

There's a way
to settle this.

Fred, where were you
tonight around 10:30?

I go on duty at
5:00 in the morning.
Where would I be?

In bed, sleeping.

Can you prove that?

Where do you fit
into this, mister?

I live alone--
got no wife and no family.

Oh, but I got a dog.

You want to ask him?
Slow down, Fred.

Let's get back
to this business

about you catching
a 3:00 train.

Nobody living in
this town would make
a mistake like that.

Then it must've been 5:00.

There ain't
no 5:00, either.

The only train
is the 4:00.

That must've been it.

I think we've gone
about as far as
we can, Miss Clark.

At least without
more to go on.

It's your word
against my deputy's.

I've known Fred
better than five years.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll send a man over to
talk to the hotel clerk,

see if he saw
anybody go up.

That won't prove much,

not with the back
entrance to the hotel.

You got a better idea?

Until you do,
let me handle this.

Thanks, Sheriff...
for nothin'.

Come on, Angie.

It's a big day
tomorrow, Angie.

Better get to bed
and get some sleep.

Sleep
I'm too worn out.

Ought to make it easy.

You do believe me,
don't you--

that he really did
come here?

Well, of course
I believe you.

But people who don't
know you, well...

You don't
believe me at all.

You think I made up
that story so people
would talk about me

and come and hear me
sing at the Palace.

If I thought that,
I would've said so.

You don't even have
the job yet.

Now, lock your door
and get to bed!

See you at breakfast.

Morning, Oscar.
Hi, Johnny.

Feel like taking me on
in a game?

Anytime, Johnny.

Say, how about we play
for a buck a game--

just to keep it
interesting?

Heh. All right.
I feel lucky today.

Oh, I sure like
to hear that.

Just like money
in the bank.

What's the matter?
Don't you believe me?

Sure, I believe you.
That's how I pay
the rent.

Maybe you'd feel better
if we played for two bucks.

You name it.

My break?
You break.

All right, two bucks.

Two bucks.

Heh heh.

I wouldn't count too much
on that rent money
this month.

Hey, Johnny,
you real name wouldn't
be Slocum, would it?

Might be Annie Oakley.
What of it?

Some fella was
in here lookin'
for a Ralph Slocum.

According to
his description,
it could fit you.

Of course, you're not
sellin' punchboards.

Yeah. Don't know
who it was?

Nah. Stopped in here
a couple hours ago,

got a room over
at the hotel.

What are you up to, son?

Nothin'. I'm not
up to nothin'.

Hey, I thought you
wanted to play a game.

Tomorrow.

You did say "early",
Mr. Hardy.

Well...you look good,
anyway.

Go ahead,
sing something.

Why don't we pretend
that you're a customer?

You can sit over at
one of those tables
near the stage.

HARDY: I can see you
from here.

I shall need someone to
accompany me on the piano.

Oh, Slim--
play for the lady.

**

Everybody has a sweetheart,

underneath the rose.

"Everybody loves a body"--

so the old song goes.

I've a sweetheart.

You all know him

just as well as me.

Every evening
I can see him...

* Shortly after tea *

* My sweetheart's the man
in the moon *

* I'm going
to marry him soon *

* 'Twould fill me with bliss

* Just to give him one kiss

* But I know that a dozen

* I never would miss *

* I'll go up in a great,
big balloon *

* And see my sweetheart
in the moon *

* Then behind
some dark cloud *

* Where no one is allowed

* I'll make love *

* To the man in the moon

* And behind
some dark cloud *

* Where no one is allowed

* I'll make love

* To the man

* In the moon

Mr. Hardy?

Was I all right?

I was nervous
singing just for you.

But with an audience,
I can do better.

I'll say this--
I've heard worse.

And in fancier places
than the Palace.

You were wonderful,
Angie--

to listen to
and to look at.

She's gonna
make you rich!

She's got a nice voice,
but that don't make her
a goldmine.

Oh, what's the matter
with you, Hardy?

Wax in your ears?

Honey, you've got a voice
like a sky full of
nightingales.

Anybody can sing like you,
I gotta have a drink with.

Reminds me of my dear,
departed mother.

Finest church singer
this side of Iowa.

Here's to your mother.

You're not one of
these drinkin'
singers, are you?

Mr. Hardy,
this is the first drink
I ever had in my life.

There's not a tear
in your eye.

I was blame sure
you've been watering
your whiskey.

This lady
just proved it.

Ha ha! Well, now that
you're all set,

I'll see you later.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

Well, I've got some
cow-looking to do.

Why don't you tell me
what you're really
here for?

Maybe I can help
you this time.

No, thanks.
I think I can handle it.

Well, if there's
anything I can do,
let me know.

I sure will.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.

You said that.

Good night.

You said that.

He--He came back
again!

Easy. Easy, now.

ANGIE: You've got to
believe me.

Everything's gone--
my costumes, clothing,

shoes, hats, suitcases.

Even my powder puff,
my hand mirror.

Everything.

I'm real sorry to
hear this, Miss Clark.

Nothing like that
has ever happened
in this town,

at least not since
I've been sheriff here.

I don't know what's
happening to me.

A man tells me
to get out of town
for no reason,

and then someone takes
everything out of my room.

When did you
find this out?

Just a few minutes ago.

Did you talk to
the hotel people
about it?

No, we came straight here.

If you don't believe me,

you can see for yourself.

All right. I will.

Look.

But they were gone.
They were.

* Hello, my baby

* Hello, my honey

* Hello, my ragtime gal

* Send me a kiss by wire

* Baby, my heart's on fire

* If you refuse me

* Honey, you'll lose me

* Then you'll be left alone

* Oh, baby, telephone

* And tell me

* I'm your own

* Hello, my baby

* Hello, my honey

* Hello, my ragtime gal

* Send me a kiss by wire

* Baby, my heart's on fire

* If you refuse me

* Honey, you'll lose me

* Then you'll be left alone

* Oh, baby, telephone

* And tell me I'm your own

* Hello, my baby,
hello, my honey *

* Hello, my ragtime gal *

* Send me a kiss by wire

* Baby, my heart's on fire

* If you refuse me,
honey, you'll lose me *

* Then you'll be left alone

* Oh, baby, telephone

* I mean, don't write me

* Telephone

* I mean, tonight, please

* Telephone

* And tell me you're my own

Ain't she great?
Yeah.

Say, that fella
sittin' over there
by himself--

you know him?
You know his name?

I seen him around
a time or two lately.

He's a stranger in town.

Thanks.

Slocum?

Hello, Slocum.

I'd like to
buy you a drink.

You talkin' to me?
My name is Johnny Gray.

All right, Johnny,
Slocum, or Gray--
whatever it is.

I'd still like to
buy you that drink.

That's neighborly of you,
inviting a stranger to drink.

Sit down.

You mind if we have it
over at my hotel?

It's too noisy
to talk here.

To talk?
You said drink.

What do we have
to talk about?

We'll think of something.

Let's make it a toast.

To Judge Henry Garth.

Garth? That's the fella
I read about.

He's in some kind of
trouble, isn't he?

That's the man.

Well, I don't know him.

If you want to drink
to him, all right.

Just in case
you get thirsty.

Why should I
get thirsty?

You're the one
who wants to talk.

I'll tell you about
that trouble you mentioned.

About two weeks ago,

just outside the town
of Medicine Bow, Wyoming,

a man named Jeff Ballard
bushwhacked Judge Garth.

He missed, and the Judge
caught him running with
a bullet in the back.

Went to the sheriff,
got back,

they found Ballard dead.

But there wasn't any gun
beside the body.

With a gun missing,

it looked like Judge Garth
had shot an unarmed man
in the back.

Well, that's tough
for the Judge.

Well, I knew that gun
hadn't just up and walked
off by itself,

so I started looking
for a sign.

And I found it.

Let me pour you
another drink.

It's your bottle.

Thanks.

Seems a horse
pulled up lame

close by where
it happened.

I followed its tracks
to a blacksmith's shop

in a little town
called Jefferson Landing,

about 11 miles
up the road.

The blacksmith there
gave me a pretty fair
description

of the horse and the man
who was riding it.

I followed it some more,
and found that the horse
had been sold

at another little town
called Culver Junction.

The money that was got
from the sale of the horse

was used by the man to buy
a ticket on the stage...

to North Bend, Montana.

Oh, then you want me
to help me find him.

I want you to come back
to Medicine Bow

and tell the jury
that there was a gun

lying beside Ballard's body
when you found it.

I can pretty well guarantee

you won't be arrested
for taking the gun.

You're barking
up the wrong tree.

I don't think so.

Look, I got nothin'
against your friend.

I don't even know him.

But let's say
it was like you said.

Why wouldn't I go back
and say so when
I first read it?

What reasons
do I have not to?

Well, the story
in the newspaper

mentioned that Judge Garth
was a well-to-do rancher.

Could be you figured
there was some money to be
made out of the deal...

at the right time.

For instance, after the jury
had found him guilty.

And that's it?

I think that's it.

Well, there wouldn't be
anything you could do
about it,

even if you were right,
would there?

That's where
you're wrong.

It's a subpoena...

issued by the court
of Medicine Bow.

All you have to do
is tell the truth
under oath.

Just one thing wrong
with this pretty little
piece of paper of yours.

It's not worth a hoot
in Montana.

And if you force me
to go back,

it's not gonna
be worth anything
in Wyoming, either.

A guy like me
knocks around a lot,

he's bound to pick up
a little law.

I'd say you checked
the situation over
with a lawyer

the minute you found out
I was in town
lookin' for you.

Mister, you sure
worry a bone to death.

You're only wasting
your time with me.

Look at it this way.

Supposing it was
like you said.

Supposing I was the man
you were talking about.

Just for the sake
of argument.

I'd be seven kinds of fool
to do business with you.

You're nothin' more
than a messenger boy
in this thing.

And it's my guess

that you're doing business
with a real smart man.

Like you say, he's just
gonna lay back

and wait for the jury to
find your friend guilty,

and then make his move.

One way would be
to send the gun back
with an affidavit

to your friend
Judge Garth's lawyer.

After the right amount
of money

was deposited in a bank
outside the country.

Mexico, let's say.
Maybe even Canada.

At least, that's
the way I'd do it.

What do you say
we have another drink?

Why not?

I'm sorry.

What are you afraid of?

Are you expecting
Indians with tomahawks?

Mr. Hardy, after what
I've been through,

I wouldn't be
at all surprised
to see Sitting Bull

chasing Custer
through my hotel lobby.

I won't go home alone.

Of course you won't.
Come on, I'm with you.

Not to be disrespectful
of you, Mr. Hardy--

but are you sure
you're quite enough?

I want a clause
in my contract

that guarantees me
a cavalry escort.

I'll put it in--
when I give you
a contract.

Look, Angie, about these
stories of yours--

you don't need them
to fill the Palace.

You've got
a great little voice.
I hate to admit it,

but I never had
a night's business
like this before.

So, why don't you
just stick to singing?

Not you, too,
Mr. Hardy.

All those things I said
really did happen to me.

I speak the honest,
simple truth,

and everybody thinks
I'm a freak.

He cuts down
a cherry tree,

and they made him
president.

Now, about doing
that double business
this evening--

don't you think
we should work out
a better percentage--

Now, whoa, Angie.
Hold it right there.

This was opening night.
A lot of that business

might have been
just plain curiosity.

All right, but don't say
I didn't give you
a fair chance.

Later, the ante
may go up.

Well, I won't be able
to say you didn't warn me.

You mind if I say
something to you,
Miss Angie?

Have of those cowpokes
at the Palace tonight--

they weren't interested
in your singing.

They weren't paying
any attention at all.

And the other half
were so busy guzzling,

they couldn't care
one way or the other.

But me--I saw
something different.

I think your name ought
to be up in lights.

Someplace back east--
maybe Chicago, even.

And that's
the gospel truth.

Thank you very much.

I hope you'll come
and hear me again.

I'm gonna get a table
up front every night.

I wouldn't miss you
for anything.

Speaking of tables,
how about you and me

having dinner tomorrow
before you go on?

That's very sweet of you,
Mister, uh...Mister...

Gray. Johnny Gray.

But I have a dinner
engagement tomorrow.

Oh, with that cowhand
I saw you goin'
around town with?

As a matter of fact, yes.

The way I see it,
a girl like you, alone--

you gotta have yourself
a permanent friend.

It's just my guess
that cowpoke's gonna be
leaving town any day.

Oh, did he find
those cows?

Cows?

Oh, yes. He found 'em,
all right.

Trouble is, they didn't
give him much milk.

Oh. Well, would you
excuse me, Mr. Gray?

I'm very tired.

Oh. You go
tuck yourself

into that downy
little bed up there.

No!

One sound out of you,
it'll be your last.

But why are you
doing this to me?

What do you want?
You got a suitcase?

Fill it. 'Cause you're
getting out of town.

You've got to have made
some terrible mistake.

I have never done
anything to you.

There's a train north
at 2 A.M.

It don't make
a scheduled stop.

But the man at the depot
will flag it down for you.

Be on that train.
You understand?

But why?

I'll tell you this.

Unless you're
on that train,

you're gonna get
hurt bad, and soon.

That's all
I'm gonna say.

And don't bother
to scream when I leave,

'cause I'll be down
the back stairs before
anyone can get here.

That'll just make it
one more of your
wild nightmares.

I'll say it one more time.

You be on that train.

THE VIRGINIAN:
Angie, you in there?

Angie?

What are you
packing for?

He came back.
Who came back?

That deputy--
Fred Daly?

And that's why
you're leaving.

He was here
when I got here.

Told me to leave town
on the 2:00 train
this morning,

otherwise
I'd get hurt bad.

He still didn't
give you any reasons?

He didn't say anything,
only to get out of town.

That wasn't bad enough.
What makes it really worse

is that nobody in this
whole town believes me,
even you.

Angie.

I got to admit,
I did some wondering.

But I can't see you
leaving town

and walking out
on a job you came
so far to get.

Not unless
your story's true.

I want you to
promise me something.

I'm leaving now,
and I want you to
lock that door

and stay right here
and wait for me
till I get back.

You can bet I will.
I'm Angie Clark,
the singing coward now,

and I'm gonna
take that train.

No coward admits it.

You've got nearly
two hours before that
train goes through.

You may not have
to leave North Bend
after all.

Lock it.

( knocking on door,
dog barking )

All right, all right!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

You sleep good and sound,
don't you, Daly?

At this time of night,
I got no reason not to.

What do you want?

I'm comin' in.
I want to talk to you.

Angie Clark's been
telling the truth.

You've been trying
to run her out of town.

I want to know why.

I swear, mister,
you're gettin' to be
as loco as that girl.

The only thing
I know about her

is that she sings
at the Palace
and has nightmares.

Look, if you have any
complaints to make,

why don't you go
see the sheriff and
let me get some sleep?

How about it?

You went
to her room tonight

and told her to be
on the 2 A.M. train.

I checked with
the hotel clerk

and the station master
about that train.

It only goes through town
once a week,

and it only stops
on a signal.

Angie didn't ask them
for any train information.

She got it from you.

There are 6,000 people
in this town, mister,

and hardly one of 'em
don't know about
that train.

Angie came a long way for
that job at the Palace.

She wouldn't leave it
unless someone was
forcing her to.

Look, there's nothing
you can tell me
about that girl

that would surprise me.

These dance-hall
floozies are all alike.

They got sawdust
for brains

and a cashbox
for a heart.

Now, uh...you got
a real nice bed

over at that hotel
of yours.

Why don't you
go use it?

'Cause I guarantee
you won't like
none of 'em in jail.

I'll say two things.

Angie Clark
isn't leaving town.

And I'm makin' it
my business

to see that nobody
lays a had on her.

Anybody does,
and you'll think
an anvil fell on you.

I, uh...I told you
to leave, mister.

Or are you waitin'
for me to throw you out?

Well, I can't argue
that it's your house.

But I'd sure like to
see you try throwin' me
out of it.

Well, uh...
you asked for it.

You've been makin'
a lot of mistakes, Daly.

You'd better quit
while you're ahead.

Well, if you couldn't
get the truth out of him,
nobody can.

I'm sorry, Angie.

I don't want
to tell you to run,

but I sure can't
tell you to stay.

I've changed my mind.

I didn't come all the way
to get this job

just so someone could
scare me out of it.

If that's the way
you want to play it,

I promise you
I'll do my best

to keep an eye on you
every minute.

Maybe we can get
to the bottom of it

before you go back
to the ranch.

Who said anything
about my going back?

Oh, my loudest admirer.

The chairman of
the Angie Clark Marching
and Chowder Club.

If you put snow
on his opinion of himself,

he would be higher
than Pike's Peak.

His name wouldn't be
Johnny Gray, would it?

Is he the reason
you came to North Bend?

Yeah.

And until I get
what I came after,

he's the reason
I'm staying.

Now I got two reasons.

Can I help?

You've done
so much for me.

Oh, thanks, Angie,
but--

You know, Angie...

maybe you could
do something at that.

I'm Fred Daly.
Mr. Gates is
expecting me.

MAN: Come in.

Good morning, Fred.

Morning, ma'am.

I just dropped by
to see Mark.

Have things worked out?

I'd better talk to
your husband, ma'am.

All right.
I'll get him for you.

Mark?

Well?

Well, she's still
in town. Looks like
she's gonna stay.

You mean you couldn't
scare her into
clearing out?

If I'd have handled
this thing my way
from the start,

she's be long gone.

But I followed orders.

I didn't want her hurt.

I didn't lay
a finger on her.
That was a mistake,

but it wasn't mine.

I'm not
blaming you, Fred.

I'm just trying
to figure out
what I can do now.

I don't know
what else you can do.

Can't lock her up.

They'd know she's been
telling the truth
all along.

Don't worry. I won't.

All right, go ahead.

Oh, first we'll have
to talk about money.

That 500
was for scaring her.

But for this
I'll need more.

How much?

Say, um...
another thousand?

How much?

Suit yourself.

Wait a minute, Fred.

All right, go ahead.

If you can get her
out of town within
the next two days

without a mark on her,
I'll pay your price.

It's a deal.

Um...

what's she holding
over your head?

For $1,500, you can
get along without answers.

All righty.

( music playing,
Angie singing )

* ...I'm your own

* Hello, my baby *

* Hello, my honey

* Hello, my ragtime gal

* Send me a kiss by wire

* Baby, my heart's on fire

* If you refuse me

* Honey, you'll lose me

* Then you'll be left alone

* Oh, baby, telephone

* And tell me
I'm your own... *

How's the subpoena
business coming along?

Nothing's changed.
You'll go back with me.

Honey, put a bottle
and a couple of glasses
on my table.

* Send me a kiss by wire

* Baby, my heart's
on fire... *

Looks like Angie Clark's
taken a little shine to me.

Though, for the life of me,
I can't figure out why.

Yeah, I can see how
that would puzzle you.

I'll see you around.

* Telephone *

* I mean, tonight, please

* Telephone *

* And tell me
you're my own *

I've got to change.
I'll be right back.

All right, I'll wait.

Tell us what
happened, Angie.

When I came in,
I saw...

Finish it, Angie.
You saw what?

I, uh--I fainted.
That's all there is to it.

I'll take her back
to the hotel.

Right.

You get yourself
a good night's sleep,
young lady.

I don't want to
see you back here
until you're fit.

Come on, Ellie.

I'll get a dress on.

Let's have
the truth, Angie.

He's not gonna quit.
You can't stay with me
every second.

And if I don't
get out of this town,
someone's gonna kill me.

Come here.

Why, why?

What does he want?

What's gonna happen to me?

MAN: All aboard!
All aboard!

Hold it, Daly.

Now what do you want?

Get down.

I'll take your gun.

You did your job.

She's gone.
And you rode out
to get paid.

Let's see your wallet.

Come on.

You don't come cheap,
do you, Daly?

It'd take you ten years
to save up this much.

And you'll spend
ten years breaking rocks
for stealing it.

Mount up.

1,500 even.

What about it, Fred?
This all yours?

Sure it is, Tony.

He's the one we've gotta
get some answers from.

You know what he did
last night?

He came down to my place
with another wild story

about that singer
friend of his.

I couldn't even
talk to him.

Then he hit me
a sneak punch
right in the eye,

and then ran off
like some lunatic.

And then today--

Don't tell me
you got that eye
running into something.

Well, I did.
It was his fist.

I was kind of ashamed
to admit it.

Why didn't you
lock him up
for assault?

It'd have been
my word against his.

Besides, I wanted time
to see what he was up to.

And then he calls me
off my horse

and brings me down here
at gunpoint,

makes these wild charges.

What have you got
to say about all this?

You won't need
anything from me,
Sheriff,

if your deputy here
will tell the truth.

Ask him where
he got the money.

Look, he's just
trying to--

Where did you
get it, Fred?

Those three traveling
salesmen stopped over
between trains.

It was the night
before last.

They asked me
up to their room
for a quiet game--

And you took them
for 1,500 even--
right to the penny?

Tony, what are you
siding with him for?!

Askin' questions
ain't takin' sides.

Sheriff, you lock him up,

and I promise you by 5:00,

I'll prove where
he got that money, and how.

Ben, come over here.

Give me that.

Tony, you're not
gonna lock me up.

Not on his wild story!

His story is no wilder
than yours.

But you got no reason to!

I got 1,500 reasons!

I don't like a lawman
carrying around
that kind of money.

Lock him up.

Now I'll listen to you,

and I'd better like
the sound of it.

Have a nice trip?

It was kind of short,
but rather fun.

'Cause the train
stopped just for me.

SHERIFF: Mr. Gates in?

MAN: He's in the den.
Shall I tell him
you're here?

Never mind.
I'll tell him myself.

Sheriff Morino,
how nice to see you.

Vivian Carter.

What in the world
are you doing here?

Hello, Angie.

Hello.

Of all the towns...

why'd you have
to pick North Bend?

Miss Clark, why did they
want you out of town?

It's all right, Angie.

The truth's out now.
There's nothing to
be done about it.

Maybe I should've
come straight to you
in the first place

instead of...

My real name
is Farnum.

I'm from Seattle,
not Chicago.

Angie and Vivian
worked in the same
club there.

I've been married
for 17 years

to an older woman.

A very wealthy woman.

Then I met Vivian and...

fell in love.

I stole $60,000
from my wife.

I came out here
with Vivian.

We thought North Bend
was small enough

and far enough to be safe.

But that deputy--
I don't understand.

I found out that
you intended to stay
in North Bend, Angie.

I couldn't
let that happen.

Vivian and I both had
too much to lose.

I had to find some way
of making you leave.

I'm sorry it had
to be me, Mr. Farnum.

Don't be too
sympathetic, Angie.

Remember, you almost
got killed.

I suppose you'll want me
to go with you now, Sheriff.

You and the lady

better pack a couple
of suitcases.

ANGIE: * My sweetheart's
the man in the moon *

* I'm going
to marry him soon *

* 'Twould fill me with bliss

* Just to give him one kiss

* But I know that a dozen

* I never would miss

* I'll go up in a great,
big balloon *

* And see my sweetheart
in the moon *

* Then behind
some dark cloud *

* Where no one is allowed

* I'll make love

* To the man in the moon

* Then behind
some dark cloud *

* Where no one is allowed

* I'll make love

* To the man in *

* The moon *

Hi, Angie.

Not very particular
about the company
you keep, are you?

When a man leaves town,

and he doesn't tell
the girl he's going,

I don't think he's
in much of a position
to criticize her.

How'd you find out?

The room clerk
at the hotel told me.

You're going back
to Shiloh, huh?

That's right.

Don't be in such
an all-fired hurry.

Let me buy you
a drink.

Save your money.

Don't get sore.

What'd you do,
get some bad news
from home?

Something about
Judge Garth?

He's fine.

Oh, then they
must've found

what they were
looking for.

They found something
just as good.

Oh. Here.

Keep this
as a souvenir.

If you get back our way,
stop off at Shiloh.

I'd enjoy booting you
off the place.

You don't fool me
for a minute.

You could have
a dozen of those
in your pocket.

The sad thing is,
Slocum,

you had a chance
to act like a man.

Too bad
you didn't use it.

See you later, Angie.

What's he mean
by all that?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna
find out.

MAN: All aboard!
All aboard!

Well, I see
he kept his promise

and caught
the morning train.

Why shouldn't he?
He can't give up
his job

just to help me.

What do you mean?

My first week
at the Palace
was up last night.

Mr. Hardy
gave me my pay.

He cheated me.
Only gave me half
of what he promised.

Said he'd
have to make sure
business held up

before he'd pay
what we agreed on.

The old goat.
I'll talk to him.

Nobody's gonna treat
my girl like that.

You'll do nothing
of the kind.

I forbid you
to say one word
about it to him.

This has happened
to me before.

For some reason,
men seem to think

that I have no head
for business, that I'm
easy to cheat.

You're not gonna let
Hardy get away with it,
are you--

let him go on
cheating you?

You can bet I'm not.
I'm gonna quit that job.

I happen to know
there's a new theater
club in Denver--

a big one--
and I'm sure they can
use a singer.

Anyway, I don't like
this town anymore.

I'm not crazy
about it myself,

but I'm gonna be
stuck here for a few
more weeks maybe.

Where are you
running off to?

I'm sending a wire
to that Denver club
right this minute

to tell them
I'm taking that job.

Why don't you
stick around here
for a while?

When my business
is over...

maybe I'll be heading
that way myself.

Look me up
when you get there.

You tell Hardy yet?

That you're leaving.

I guess I kind of
exaggerated, Johnny.

Mr. Hardy didn't really
cheat me at all.

I know what I said.

It's just that I was
so terribly disappointed

in how little he paid me
for the first week

that I forgot
what we agreed on.

Then you're not quitting?

I'll tell you the truth,
Angie--I'm glad.

'Cause you and I
have a lot in common.

Oh, I'm not staying.

I already told
Mr. Hardy I was going.

Well, why?

You just told me
he's not cheating you.

Well, as long as
I decided to take
that job in Denver,

it's just too much
trouble to change
my mind all over again.

Angie, I swear,
you're the flightiest
female I ever saw.

How you managed
to stay out of trouble
this long, I'll never know.

I will admit,
I feel very badly about
leaving Mr. Hardy.

He's been
very nice to me.

He took this ad out
in the paper for me.

Picture and everything.

I think it's rather
flattering, don't you?

It is.

Not that many men
would be so considerate.

It's a sheer waste,
because I won't be here.

People will see it
and come to hear me sing,

and they'll be
terribly disappointed.

I don't know how much
an ad like that costs,

but I do think
that it's only right

that I should reimburse
Mr. Hardy, don't you?

I think
it's the fair thing.

I've always thought
that men appreciated
fairness in women.

So, that's why
he left, huh?

Johnny?

Didn't you hear
a word I said?

Don't you think
that it's only fair

that I pay
Mr. Hardy back?

I played this all wrong.

That jury cost me
a fortune.

And I just broke my head.

MAN: All aboard!
All aboard!

Johnny.

What in the world
are you doing here?

I'm going with you.
Glad?

Oh, yes.

You didn't say
anything.

Didn't have to.
I could tell you were
hoping I would.

Let me tell you what
I have on my mind...
for both of us.

You know
your trouble, Angie?

You got a lot of
promise as a singer.

But you don't have
anyone to stand up
for you,

make sure you get
those top wages.

Like I said before,
you need yourself
a personal manager.

Take this little
saloon you're going to
in Denver.

Theater Club.

Theater Club.
Thank you.

They're bound to take
advantage of you

in a place like that.

Right there
is where I step in.

What I'm gonna do is,

I will represent you
in a contract

every time a question
comes up.

MAN: Sheridan!
Next stop, Sheridan!

And after St. Louis,

we move up--Chicago.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, I haven't been able
to miss any single word.

Everything I'm saying
is for your own benefit.

The real money,
the big money,

is in the big towns,
not in these little
whistle stops.

Chicago--there's a great
town for entertainers.

I'm sure we can make
a big kill there.

They'll probably
have us come back

for two,
three months, easy.

While we're stopped,
do you want me to
get you something--

a coffee, a sandwich,
anything?

Oh, no.
Thank you, Johnny.

I think I have breakfast
with a friend.

You what?

What are you doing here?
Hi, Angie.

I'm very glad
to see you.

Slocum, this is
Sheriff Mark Abbott

of Medicine Bow,
Wyoming.

Ralph Slocum.

Wait a minute.
What do you think
you're doing?

What do you want
with my gun?

It's not your gun,
Slocum.

It belonged
to Jeff Ballard,

the man who tried to
bushwhack Judge Garth.

I just told you--
it's my gun.

We can prove different
by checking the serial number.

That's all right.

How much is the gun
worth anyway?
$25, $30?

That's all.
What difference
does it make?

The jury said that
your friend Garth
was innocent.

That's where
you're wrong.

The trial hasn't
started yet.

And now that we've
got Ballard's gun,
I don't think it will.

You're in Wyoming
now, Slocum.

What are you
talking about?

I'm arresting you
for removing evidence

from the scene
of a crime.

What do you mean?
I read in the paper that--

You're in on this,
too, huh?

Yes.

So was the editor

of the North Bend
Chronicle.

You're a very
smart girl.

Sorry.

Thanks, Angie.

I don't know why I do,
but I feel so sorry
for him.

I wouldn't worry
about it.

He'll probably get off
with a couple of months.

Maybe it'll
teach him a lesson,
but I doubt it.

Well, now...

we've gotta get you
back to North Bend.

Afraid you're gonna have
a couple hours' layover
in Buffalo Junction.

But you ought to make it
back in town

in plenty of time for
the show at the Palace.

Where are you going?

Why, I'm going
to Medicine Bow.

They do have a theater club
there, don't they?

Afraid not, Angie.
Just a saloon.

I knew they had
a theater club.

And I bet they can use
a good singer, too.

MAN: All aboard!
All aboard!