All language subtitles for Where Trails Divide (1937) ENGLISHripdvddf

(trains rumbling)

(pleasant music)

You know,

I've hauled a lot of strange
passengers in my days,

but this is the most
mixed-up bunch of humans

I ever carried.

- Yeah.

- Uh, match?

You ladies have stood the trip quite well.

- It's only people like him,

with nothing on their minds,

that can sleep on a trip like this.

Wait till we get to Rawhide.

The boys will wake him up.

- You seem to know Rawhide.

- Well, I ought to.

I've entertained at the Palace Saloon

ever since the town was just a mud block.

Might I ask your business in Rawhide, Mr--

- My name is Tom Allen.

I'm planning on opening
a law office there.

- I'll say you've got a lot of courage.

Rawhide doesn't even know
there's such a thing as law.

They settle their arguments privately.

Did you say your name was Allen?

- Yes, why?

- Well, you're not by any chance

related to Billy Allen,

the Wells Fargo agent, are you?

- He's my brother.

Do you know him?

- I should say so.

He's a very good friend of mine.

I feel I know you too.

He's told me so much about you.

Does he know you're coming?

- No, I'm planning to surprise him.

- Oh, I see.

- Here's the well, folks.

Five minutes to stretch

and get a cool drink of water.

- Thank you.

- This looks inviting.

(well crank creaking)

Drink?
- Well, thank you.

- What brings you to Rawhide,

if you don't mind my asking?

- I'm going to live with my uncle

and help him run his restaurant.

- Well!

We're sure bringing a
lot of new enterprises

to Rawhide these days.

Drink?

Well, of us all,

you'll probably be the
most welcome, reverend.

- Yeah, he'll get a swell reception

from Blackie Wilson.

- And who, may I ask, is Blackie Wilson?

- He owns all the saloons

and card joints in Rawhide.

Sort of main man, if you know what I
mean.

He don't care much about sky pilots,

figure they cut in on his business.

At least he chased the
last two out of town

before they got started.

- Oh, I see.

- Does the law stand
for actions like that?

- The law?

I guess you don't know much about
Rawhide.

Blackie is the law and what he says goes,

if you know what I mean.

- I think I know what you mean.

A drink of water, Reverend?

- Thank you, Mr. Allen.

- I reckon the strongbox
will be underneath the seat.

Blackie said it would be.

We'll ride on ahead

and hit them where we blocked the road.

Come on.

- All right, folks, we're ready to go.

Ya!

Ho!

(gun bangs)

- Turn down that strongbox,
and make it quick!

- It's a holdup.

Keep low.

- I'm gonna make a run for it.

(gun bangs)

Ha!

Ya!

(guns banging)

- After them, men!

Let's get that strongbox.

(guns banging)

(guns banging)

(gun bangs)

(guns banging)

(guns banging)

(guns banging)

- Whoever that dude is, he's
mighty handy with horses.

They're too close to town
for us to follow them now.

We'll pick up Skip and
get into town the back way

and let Blackie know what's happened.

And we'll find out who
that galoot is, too.

(patrons chattering)

- Guess I'm just out of luck.

- That's the way they run, Allen.

You can't win all the time.

- I know that,

but I would like to win
just some of the time.

- Blackie, so what did that Allen kid know

to tell me they got the game fixed?

He's been a chump for a long time.

- Keep your mouth shut, Spade.

You got a bad habit of
talking out of turn.

I know what I'm doing.

- By this time, the boys
have got that money box.

It will make a pretty nice home.

- [Man] Stage is in.

- Well, I gotta step down
and meet the stage, boys.

(indistinct chattering)

- They're wounded.

- What happened?
- An attempted holdup.

Better get this man to a hospital.

- Something's happened.

But who's the stranger
in the driver's seat?

- I don't know, but Bess is with him,

she'll give us the dope.

- Well, let's drift down and
see if the boys have missed.

(indistinct chattering)

- What about the payroll money?

Did they get that?

- No, it's still here.
- Good.

- You better send out a
boy to pick up a guard

we lost about five miles back.

- All right, I'll do that.

- Thank you.

It's really a pleasure to be here

and to have such a nice reception.

Would you mind if we went
to see the church now?

- You know, I really
enjoyed that ride. (laughs)

This is my uncle Ed, Mr. Allen.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Allen.

- How do you do?

- We'll be seeing you at our restaurant?

- You bet, Miss Hart.

- That's fine. Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

Oh, wait a minute! You forgot your grip.

- So I did.

- Grip.
- Thanks a lot.

- [Tom] Hello, Billy.

- What the dickens are you doing here?

(Tom laughs)

- Looks like I arrived just in time

to save some of your company's money.

- Yeah, yeah, you sure did.

But how did it happen?

- It was an unusual holdup.

- What do you mean, unusual, Tom?

- Unusual in this way.

The men who tried it were
extra careful not to be seen,

proving the driver may
have recognized them.

- Well, did you get a
good look at any of them?

- Only at a distance.

- Gee, that's too bad.

- However, that's a job
for your law officers.

- Thanks for lending your help,

and I'm sure glad to see you.

Oh, Mississippi, meet my brother.

Tom, this is Blackie Wilson.

- How are you?

- I'd like to add my
thanks also, Mr. Allen.

- Mississippi just about
runs things around here, Tom.

- Oh, yes.

So I've heard.

- [Mississippi] Do you intend
to remain with us for long?

- I hope so. I'm going
to practice law here.

- [Mississippi] Law business?

That's kinda interesting.

Well, I wish you luck.

- Thanks.

- Shall we step over to
Blackie's for a little drink?

- Not just now.

- Some other time then.

Remember, you're always welcome.

- I'll see you later, Billy.

Thanks, Mr. Allen, for all your kindness.

No doubt we'll meet again.

- Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

- I wanted to surprise you.

- If I'd known, I'd have stopped you.

This is no town to practice law in, Tom.

Things just kinda drift
along by themselves.

- Yes, so I imagine.

Maybe this will be a good
spot to practice law in.

We'll see.

- Come on in to see my office.

- All right.

(patrons chattering)

- Tom, I've got a little surprise for you.

Bess and I plan to be married.

Don't we, honey?

- Sure.

Billy and I have been
friends for a long time.

Well, you approve of it, don't you?

- I don't think it's up to
me to approve or disapprove.

But on the face of things,

I don't see what you two
have to get married on.

- Well, I've got a good job, haven't I?

- You won't have it for long,

if your company keeps losing
money on the highways.

- What do you mean by that?

- Just what I said.

How long do you think you'll last, Billy,

when your company finds out
you spend half your time

in saloons and dance halls,

while your shipments are being
knocked off left and right?

- There've only been three holdups

since the stage has been operating.

- That's three too many.

I'm afraid somebody is
peeping at your cards.

- Tom, you're crazy.

I know my friends.

- I wonder if you do.

- If this bird opens a law office,

that means trouble for you, Blackie.

And if he finds out
you've been double-dealing

his young brother,

there's liable to be
smoke drifting around.

- I had that figured too.

That's why I'm making the
kid my partner in the deal.

Puts him right in my hand.

Do you understand?

(soft violin music)

- How about a dance, Mr. Allen?

There's some things I'd like to say to you

that are not for Billy's ears.

You don't mind, do you, dear?

- Of course not.

Go ahead, Tom.

She's a swell dancer.

- When do you expect to hang
out your shingle, Mr. Lawyer?

- Just as soon as I can find a place, why?

- Oh, nothing, just thought
I'd give you a little advice.

- Shoot, I'm listening.

- Forget trying to practice law in Rawhide

and you will stay healthy,

if you know what I mean.

- Thanks for the advice,

but I'm still hanging out the shingle.

And now, would you listen to me?

- Let's have it.

- Why don't you forget
trying to marry my brother?

Oh, I'm not gonna ask
you what it's all about,

but I'm not fool enough to
think that you really love him.

So, whatever your little game is,

put away your cards and forget about him.

- You take a lot on yourself, brother.

- I feel I can handle it.

Oh, shall we dance?

- Oh, sure.

- That brother of yours seems
to have made a hit with Bess.

Liable to cut you out, kid.

- Don't be a fool, Blackie.

- How much money have you lost this
week?

- A thousand.

- Too bad the boys missed today.

Your share would have evened you up.

Never mind.

We'll get the next shipment.

- Wait a minute.

We've got to go easy, Blackie.

I'm just a little afraid.

- Afraid of what?

- If Tom got wise,

there'll be plenty happening around here.

- But if he does get wise,
I'll take care of that too.

Come on.

Let's have another drink.

- And the situation in
this town is deplorable.

Our young men are being
systematically robbed,

gambling and drinking.

Only last week, two of them were killed,

shot down cold when they
accused Blackie Wilson

of cheating at cards.

Something has got to be done.

- What about our law force?

- We haven't any paid law officers.

The town's treasury is without funds.

The state cannot provide them.

The only law we have lived by

are the rulings of Mr. Jennings,
Mr. Blackton, and myself,

whom the town's people have
appointed as select men.

But with Blackie Wilson it's different.

He and his mob refuse to abide

by any decision that we render

and have made their own laws.

You, Reverend, will be driven from town,

as these men have no regard
for the need of a church.

- Have you any suggestions?

- Only that we find the right man

and elect him sheriff,

then support him to the limit,

stamp out the lawlessness of Rawhide.

But to find him, that is our problem.

- To find him...

I know just the man for the office.

- You do?

- Upholding the law is
his life's ambition.

We'll find him and offer
him the job as sheriff.

- If you can locate that man,

this town needs him.

- I can

and will locate him right now.

- Well, if he can do that...

(indistinct chatter)

- And, in short, Allen,

we're asking you, in the name of law,

to be our sheriff.

- It's nice of you to offer me the job

and I feel honored,

but I'm afraid I can't accept.

- What?
- Why can't you?

- I came to Rawhide to open a law office

and carry on a business

that I've spent time and money to learn.

Oh, I understand your problem,

probably better than you do.

And I sympathize with you,

will do all I can to help you.

But since I've been here, I've been warned

not to open a law office,

and I'm determined to do it.

I'm sure you'll appreciate my position.

- Yes, I think I do.

- I hope we'll see you often, Mr. Allen.

- After tasting these
hotcakes, I'm sure you will.

(Ed laughs)

- And you really like them?

- Just like mother used to make.

- Oh, flatterer!

- Well, almost as good.

- Seriously, are you really
going through with your plan

to practice law here, Tom?

- Sure.

Now don't tell me you're
going to be the tenth one

to advise me not to.

- I'm afraid I am.

Either you don't understand
the conditions here

or you don't want to.

But Uncle Ed told me that you'd be smart

if you didn't try to cross Blackie Wilson.

- Thanks for telling me, Nora,

but I'm not worried about Mr. Wilson,

and I'm opening my law office today.

- Where is your office?

- Down the street.

Do you wanna see it?

- Yes, I'd like to.

- Good.

Then you can help me hang
out my shingle for good luck.

- Oh, that's lovely.

Just a minute, I'll tell Uncle Ed.

- All right.

- There, now that you're Rawhide's

first full-fledged lawyer,

allow me to congratulate
you and wish you luck.

- Thanks, I'll probably need it.

(both laughing)

All right, eh?

- We'll, he's put it up.

That guy's got more nerve
than I give him credit for.

After being warned, he
still insists on opening up.

- Maybe it's dumbness.

Anyway, let's tell Blackie.

He bet me a drink it wouldn't happen.

(all laugh)

Drinks are on you, Blackie.

That law fella's going
through with his deal.

- Set 'em up, Joe.

I'm not worried about him.

Now, that the kid's my partner,
he'll listen to reason.

Maybe his coming here will prove handy.

Who knows?

- Ride out and give
this bill of acceptance

to the mine superintendent,
will you, Charlie?

Tell him the gold's waiting
on the afternoon stage.

- What kind of protection

are you giving that stage today, Billy?

- What do you mean, protection?

- Well, just what I said.

After being trail jumped
three times this month,

don't you think you
should be more careful?

- Look here, Tom.

I'm old enough to take care of myself.

If you came to Rawhide to practice law,

that's well and good.

But all you've done since you've been here

is hand me a lot of cheap advice,

and I've had enough of it.

- Oh, Billy.

Still the strong-headed kid, aren't you?

I was only thinking for your own good,

trying to caution you to be more careful

of your responsibilities.

- You mind your own
business, do you understand?

And another thing.

Brother or no brother,
stop talking to Bess.

She's got a mind of her own

and nothing you can do
or say can change it.

And if you don't--

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- [Billy] Hello, Bess.

- [Bess] May I interrupt a moment?

- How are you?

- Billy, Blackie wants
to see you right away.

- I'll drop over in a few minutes.

- You'd better go now. It's
something very important.

- All right.

- Well, I see you didn't take my advice.

Maybe you'll wish you had.

It isn't going to be
very profitable for you.

- I'll worry about that.

- You will.

- And speaking of advice,

what have you decided to do about mine?

- The same thing. Disregard it.

- Uh-huh, I thought you would.

So we'll both draw our
cards in this advising game

and see what happens.

- You're a plenty cool hombre, mister,

but you're riding for a fall.

You can't come into this town

and run things to suit yourself,

and you're gonna find
that out mighty quick.

Good day, lawyer.

- Hello, Blackie.

What's on your mind?

- Just this.

That shipment is going
out of here this afternoon

just as we planned, isn't it?

- Yeah, but I'm kinda afraid.

- Afraid of what?

- My brother.

He's got something on his mind.

If he gets wise, it won't
be healthy for any of us.

- I'll take care of him.

- You don't mean that.
- Why not?

He's not going to interfere in my business

the way he does in yours.

- Meaning what?
- Bess.

Filling her head with things,

even warning her against you.

I think he has ideas of his own.

He's trying to cut you out.

- Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

I haven't thought of it that way.

I guess you are right.

Why, I'll--
- Take it easy, take it easy.

There's better ways.

Now listen to me.

Under no condition must you fail

to let that shipment go
out on the stage today.

Your share of the take will put you even

on the company's money
that you've been using.

That comes first.

We take care of him later.

Come on, have a drink.

They're getting ready
to load the stage now.

Wheezer, you and the boys
head straight out of town,

and no slip-up this time.

We need the money.

- 60 queens.

- Oh, you always was
strong with the women.

- Never mind the jealous remarks.

Stick to the game.

40 pinochle, and that makes me the
winner.

- Yeah.

That makes you

214 games ahead of me.

I'll catch up with you yet.

-15.

- That makes 214.

- 15, I said.

- 14, I'm counting.

- 14.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Those two barflies bother me.

Who are they?

- I don't know.

They've been hanging around
here for a couple of days.

- Yeah, and always playing pinochle.

They're beginning to get on my nerves.

See what you can find out about them.

- Howdy, men.
- Howdy.

- Strangers around here, ain't you?

- Strangers?

I should say not.

We're well-known around these parts

and have a reputation.

Say, do you mean to tell me you don't
know

Ike Jones and Happy Days,

the two best darn blacksmiths
west of the Mississippi?

- Blacksmiths, eh?

- Well, we haven't
exactly got started yet,

being new to the country,

and the horses ain't worn
their shoes down yet.

But I don't mind telling
you that this long layoff

has practically busted us.

Young man, you wouldn't
be financially interested

in a nice blacksmith's shop, would you?

- No. Not me.

- So I thought.

- Just a couple of harmless galoots,

selling horseshoes for a living.

- All right.

Let's drift out and see the stage depart.

- Goodbye!

- I put a gunman on top and one inside.

I'll bet I don't lose that shipment.

- I'm sure you won't.

- All right, fellas, get moving.

- We'll have that money tonight.

- Yeah, but you're giving
the kid an awful big cut.

- But he hasn't got it yet.

Those two prairie dogs
are getting on my nerves.

- Blackie, we've been double-crossed.

- What do you mean, double-crossed?

You got the money box, didn't you?

- Sure, we got the money box,

but there was nothing
in it but lead washers.

Somebody switched.

- Must've been the kid.

- It wasn't the kid,

but I got a hunch who it was,

and I'm callin' for a showdown right now.

(gun banging)

Allen, this town got along
right well without a lawyer

before you came,

and it'll get along just
as well after you're gone.

Take my tip.

Get goi"9-

- Mr. Wilson, you're right.

This town doesn't need a lawyer,

but it does need law,

and I'm bringing it to you.

- Wait a minute.

Everybody in town would know we did it.

I've got a better idea.

Kid, you're in a jam.

- What do you mean, jam?

- Someone switched lead
washers on us for that gold.

- Well I didn't do it.

I wouldn't double-cross myself.

- I guessed as much,
but I also know who did.

And it was done to frame you.

- Yeah.

- Ladies, I think that's
a very fine suggestion

to have a social, and I...

- Hello, folks.
- How do you do?

- Mr. Allen.
- Reverend.

- Hello, Nora.
- Hello, Tom.

- You people asked me to be your sheriff

and I turned you down.

At that time, I had a
good reason for refusing.

Now, I have a better one for accepting.

So, if the offer still holds good,

I'm asking you to appoint me,

and I'll do my best to clean up this town.

- It's a go, Allen.

We'll elect you right
now, by a majority vote,

and we'll back you up to the limit.

- All right.

What's the first thing you want done?

- We have a local law.

The dance halls and saloons

shall remain closed on Sundays.

Wilson knows this and
has repeatedly defied us.

Today is the Sabbath
and they're wide open.

Close them up.

- They've warned me to lock up the church

and get out of town.

- What are you going to do?

- Stay right here with you.

- That suits me fine.

- And let me be the first to
congratulate you, Sheriff.

- Thanks.

- May I also, Mr. Allen?

(patrons chattering)

- Wilson.

I wanna talk to you.

There's a law in this town,

forbidding this kind of
places to be open Sundays.

- [Mississippi] Yeah?

- I'm giving you two hours to close up

and hereafter keep within the law.

- Since when did you become sheriff

and start the running of this town?

- It might interest you to know

that the decent people here

are tired of you and your lawlessness.

So, if you're smart,
you will keep in line.

- And if I don't?

- Remember, I've given
you two hours to close up.

(patrons chattering)

- If he thinks I'm closing up

because of that star, he's loco.

Follow him.

See what he's up to.

- Hello, Mr. Gray.
- Hello, Sheriff.

- I'm riding out to the cabin
and picking up a few things.

Looks like this new job
of mine will necessitate

my staying in town.

- Are they closing?

- I've given them two hours.

They'll close.

- Have another drink, Billy?

- No, thanks.

I've had plenty.

- Hey, Blackie.

He's riding out of town.

- Boys.

That star packer, he's riding out of town.

Trail him. You know what to do.

- He's in the cabin.

This is gonna be easy.

Let's rush him.

(hooves pounding)

(gun bangs)

(footsteps thudding)

(guns banging)

(guns banging)

- We got him.

- We'll make sure.

You got him, all right.

- Where is he?

- There he goes.

- He tricked us.
- Will Blackie be sore.

- Well, the time is up.

And they're still open.

What are you going to do?

- I'll give them until sundown.

- He's trying to get you in bad, kid,

so you'll be out of the way with Bess.

- Yeah.

Sure.

- Howdy.

Is the new sheriff busy?

- [Tom] Hello, boys.

- Mind if we visit a while?

- No, no, of course not.

How are you?

Oh, you're sure nobody followed you?

- Always certain.

- You boys have sure kept undercover well.

Relax.
- Phew!

- If the boys at headquarters
could see you as a sheriff,

wouldn't they laugh?

(all laughing)

- Tom, are you sure
that Wilson ls our man?

- I wouldn't be surprised,

and if he is, our long search has ended.

- But what about your kid brother?

Is he mixed up with Blackie?

- I hope not.

- When do we take Wilson?

- Just as soon as I get the evidence.

I'm calling for a showdown tonight.

Meet me at the saloon and keep me
covered.

- Right.
- Right.

Well, good night, Sheriff.

- Good night, Sheriff.
- Good night, boys.

(Tom chuckles)

Mississippi.

I warned you to close this
place and you didn't do it.

- Well, what are you gonna do about it?

- Arrest you and close it.

- Why, you self-appointed law pusher!

This is a joke.

- Yeah.

It's a joke.

And it's on you.

You four-flusher.

Knifing me in the back,

hurting me so you can have Bess.

Why, you cheap tinhorn.

- I guess that's calling
your bluff, Allen,

or do you want me to top it?

- You win.

- What stopped you, Tom?

We was with you and could've taken him.

- The kid. He would've drawn a gun.

That can't happen, fellas.

I don't want to let him get hurt.

- Well, if that's so...

Wilson's your man, all right.

Ike and me remember him well.

What's your next move, boss?

- I'll figure out something.

I've got to get the kid out of this.

In the meantime, don't do
anything until I say so.

- Gentlemen, Allen has backed down.

- No.
- Why, you don't mean it!

- I guess we picked the wrong man.

- I don't understand it.

Let's go have a talk with him.

- That's a good idea.

Maybe we can find out what happened.

- Well, Mr. Sheriff, from what I gather,

you flopped in your job
of cleaning up Rawhide.

- Yes?

- And I'm still warning you.

Forget it.

- Cheer up now, Billy.

Everything is gonna work out all right.

That star packer ain't fooling me any.

He's dangerous.

We must get rid of him.

He's a weakly mutton.

We gotta unload him too.

If something should happen to the kid,

we might blame it onto the new sheriff.

I got an idea.

Billy. Billy!

Come here.

- All right, wise boy.

Stay here and I'll be sending you flowers,

if you know what I mean.

- I'm telling you,

he'd squeal on you and send you to the
pen

just as quick as he'd look at you.

Just to get you out of the
way, so he could have Bess.

- Now I know you're right, Blackie.

I'll fix him.

- Follow that fool, and
if he talks too much,

quiet him down.

- Reach!

I'll trouble you to
unbuckle that gun belt.

- Don't be crazy, kid!

- That's it.

You think I am crazy.

Well, I'll show you who's crazy.

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs)

(indistinct chattering)

- What's happened here?

- The boy has been shot.

- What's the trouble here?

- Well, Allen, you said you'll get him

and you sure kept your word.

Here you are, gentleman, the gun he used.

One shell exploded.

- It looks bad.

- You framed this, Wilson.

- Listen to him, folks.

Still four-flushing, are you?

- Allen, I voice the
people here when I say

that you're no longer sheriff of Rawhide.

- And I demand that this man be arrested

for the murder of his brother.

- Why arrest him? Let's finish him now.

- Yes, why not?
- Stop!

You must not take the law in your hands.

Every man is entitled to a chance

to defend himself in
the eyes of his maker.

- All right.

We'll give him a trial.

It'll prove he's guilty.

All right. Take him out.

Take care of him.

(indistinct chattering)

- He's dead, all right.

We'd better get him out of here, quick.

- And, furthermore,

you threatened to get Billy
right here, in my place.

Am I right, boys?
- That's right.

- You forced your brother
to run the express company.

You were responsible for the holdups.

You planned the last one

and then substituted
lead washers for the gold

and double-crossed your
own brother in doing it.

He found it out.

That was the cause of the fight.

And then, you killed him.

And that, my fellow townsmen,

is highway robbery and murder.

He's a menace to this town.

I demand that this man be hanged.

- Oh, no!

- Just a minute! Just a minute!

Now, that you've had your say, Wilson,

I'll do a little talking.

First, I'll identify myself.

I represent the National Express company,

paid to see that men who rob
it are caught and punished.

- It's a trick. Don't let him bluff you.

- I don't blame you for
talking fast, Wilson.

It's getting hot, isn't it?

Mississippi Blackie Wilson,
known under many names,

wanted for a long time.

At last, we're catching
up to you, aren't we?

- He's lying!

He's lying to stall for time, I tell ya.

You're still a murderer.

Get out of that if you can.

(knocking on door)

- Open the door.

- It's Billy!

(indistinct chattering)

- Spade's bullet only creased his head.

We have our evidence, Tom.

- Tell them, son.

- Spade shot me.

I saw him through the
window when he fired.

Blackie and his gang are responsible

for all the holdups.

- Let's get them!

(crowd screams)

- There, do you see them?
- Is that them?

(indistinct chattering)

- They're heading into the desert.

They'll kill their horses
at the pace they're setting.

We'd better slow up and save ours.

- Our horses are just about done for.

They'll never make it across this furnace.

- We got to.

It's our only way out.

- We'll have to hurry.

They're hot on our trail
and we ain't got no guns.

- Don't be too sure of that.

Go easy now.

We've only got 12 rounds.

- What'll I do?

My mount's gone.

- Can't stay here.

Get up behind one of the boys.

We'll go as far as we can.

- That's the second one down.

They can't hold out for long now.

(gentle music)

- Boys, it's no use.

They're done for.

We'll head for the Grenniffs on foot.

- They're just ahead of us.

We'd better leave our horses here.

We'd make too good a target for them.

(tense music)

- [Mississippi] No, no. Wait, wait!

- It's poisoned!
- It's poisoned!

- Blackie!

Blackie!

Do not leave us here.

- Nothing I can do, Red.

It's every man for himself now.

- Blackie!

Give me that water!

(gun bangs)

- Poisoned water.

- I wonder if they all drank it.

- I don't know, we'll soon find out.

- Look!

Another one!

- He's been shot.

They'll probably try to hide until tonight

and then escape under cover of darkness.

We'll circle around them and close in.

- Why not follow and take them now?

- No, they'd have the
advantage in those cliffs.

Remember, no killing unless necessary.

- How about a little drink?

- Thanks.

- Drink?

- Thanks.

- They're on our trail, boys,

but we've got the advantage.

They'll never get us here,

and after dark, we'll lose them.

(wolves howling)

Well, there's no sign of them.

I reckon we can pull
out of here before long.

- Wilson!

Give me that water!

- Why, of course, Wheezer!

I was just saving it until you needed it.

Here.

(gun bangs)

- Did you hear that?

- I wonder what it means.

- He's coming.

I hope he comes to.

I'd hate to have to
carry him to the horses.

- Queen.

- Jack.

- And the king.

- And there's the ace.

(all laughing)

- And that makes us even.

- I told you I'd catch up with you.

Now we'll start all over again.

- Deal them, cjeal them.
(phone rlngs)

- Hello!

- Hello.

Is this Mr. Sheriff Tom Allen?

Well, this is Mrs. Sheriff Tom Allen.

- Oh, hello, Mrs. Sheriff Tom Allen.

- What would you like for lunch?

- Just a minute.

Reverend, how would you like
to have lunch with us today?

- That would be a pleasure, Tom.

- [Tom] What would you like to eat?

- Well, those hotcakes that--

- All right.

Nora, the reverend is coming
over to have lunch with us.

All right.
- Tom.

- Tom!
- Just a minute.

- Hey, can we come along too?

- Nora, Ike and Happy are coming over too.

Yes, hotcakes for five.

- (chuckles) All right,
then, hotcakes for five.

- Be right over.

- With hunks of butter.

- And maple syrup.

- [Both] Oh, boy!

- Let's go.

Billy, I'll hurry right
back so you can go to lunch.

- All right, Tom.

(pleasant music)