All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s02e21 The Hard Breed.eng

[ANNOUNCER READING
ON-SCREEN TEXT]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]:
And here he comes.

Young Billy Davis
from Dakota, Oklahoma,

riding Nobody's Darling.

Ride him, Billy boy.

[HORN BUZZES]

You'll tell them now.

[APPLAUSE]

From Austin, Texas,

the leader for the all-around
championship this year,

Ken Johnson on High Tide.

High Tide comes on out

and look at him twist it.

Won't get that cowboy's goose.

That's how he gets points
in the judges' book.

[HORN BUZZES]

Here comes the score
for Ken Johnson.

It's a good one. Seventy-one points.

That should be enough
to clinch the title for him.

Hello, everybody, Keith Jackson,
ABC's Wide World of Sports,

from the Cow Palace
in San Francisco.

The Grand National Rodeo.

Most of the top cowboys in America

with some of the finest stock
ever assembled,

ready for a taste of the Old West.

Working with us to keep us
up to date on what's going on,

Lex Connelly,
former champion cowboy himself

now manager of the Cow Palace.

Lex, let's turn those cowboys loose.

All right, Keith, and the contest
we're gonna see right now

is the bull riding.

KEITH: Bull riding.
Now, this is the one event...

Mo, we gotta go.

I know.

[LAUGHS]

Tell me, how did a fashion designer
get so hooked on the rodeo, huh?

My grandmother
had a ranch in Wyoming.

I spent my summers there.

Yeah? You hanging out
with the cowboys, huh?

Shh.

Well, pick a winner.

Well, I think you'd have to say

that it's gonna be
one of the Johnson brothers.

Oh, it's down to
the Johnson brothers.

It's down to the Johnson brothers.

Who are the Johnson brothers?

LEX: This one is a real fine day for
a rodeo game that came from Texas.

The family goes way back
to when it was part Indian,

things like that.

You know, none of this
really makes a difference

when you get on the bull...

KEITH:
Here's Sunny Bray's score.

Sixty-one points on that one.
And now, ready to go...

Mo, if we lose that table,
we don't get another one.

They got a little thing
called a waiting list.

Just one more ride, okay?

I'm hungry.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

This old boy's tough to fight
and tough to hook, Clint. Watch him.

I hear he's already put in
for a pension.

Gonna be like riding whipped cream,
Clint.

Yeah, you better take
another look, brother.

I hear that he's a real honker.

Hey, Rosie,
how about a kiss for luck?

Where'd you get that?

That ain't a way to ride.
Let me have it.

Well, how about you, Bo?
Aren't you gonna wish me luck?

You've lived this long without it.

MAN:
Hey, Clint.

You drew on a bad one.
He's mean to fight.

You just do your job, I'll do mine.

Sure.

Hey, Rosie,
how come you're so pretty

and you're hooked up with such a ugly,
ornery, bowlegged cuss as this?

Let her buck.

ANNOUNCER:
He's now coming out.

He's wild. Coming out.

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Clint.

Somebody get a doctor.

No need, Dad. He's dead.

ROSIE:
Jesus.

God.

No.

It's like riding your headstone
every second.

KELLER:
Enough. Let's go.

You've seen it before, haven't you?

People dying? Yeah.

Well, I haven't.

It's awful.

Well, it happened fast.

And he was doing something
he wanted to.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

- Hey, Roy.
- Bo.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

You know, this was Clint's
from the first day in foal.

Turned him into the best calf horse
on the circuit.

Nobody could ride him like Clint.

Nobody will.

Where's Ken?

He's with Rosie.

Where you been, Marty?
I've been looking for you.

What is it, Marty?

I just keep thinking if I could have
got to that bull quicker, Clint--

It wasn't your fault.

I know that now.

I've been over there in the arena

kind of mulling over in my head
what happened

and I found this.

I figure in all the excitement,

it must have got buried
in the dirt there.

It been cut clean nearly halfway.

Right, with a razor or sharp knife
or something.

That rope come off the bull
that Clint was riding.

Are you trying to tell me
it was no accident?

Oh, Roy, you know Clint
was too good a hand

to come off a bull like that
or get caught with them hooves.

Roy, I'm telling you, Clint was killed.

He's got one foot up
on the dashboard,

he got one foot outside the window
and he's holding on.

He turns over to me
and looks at me, he's--

- Oh, no. No, no, no.
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Sorry. I apologise for busting in
like this, Miss, uh...?

Oh, Maureen,
this is Lieutenant Michael Stone.

Maureen Mallory.

Maureen.

Oh, you're Mo.

Nice to meet you, lieutenant.

- Or is it?
- No.

It could have been nicer.

We got a special request.
I'll fill you in on the way.

Well, why don't you take my car?

And I'll try to call you later, okay?

Bye.

Sorry, Maureen.

STONE:
Pretty expensive for a cop, isn't it?

KELLER:
It's a very special occasion.

STONE:
Yeah, she looks special.

I'll bet Juan Marichal
wishes he had your pitch.

I just wish I had his salary.

Thank you very much.

So fill me in.

Well, the way I hear it,
we've got thousands of witnesses.

A rodeo cowboy was riding a bull--

Now, wait a minute,
I saw that on the television.

But it was an accident,
unless you're gonna book the bull.

Well, I guess you didn't see it all,
unless you saw the bull use a knife.

You got so many eyes on that girl,
you can't see the television set.

If somebody did cut this partway,

did they count on
the rest of it giving?

Yeah, they give
without being cut sometimes.

When them bulls starts kicking,
it's like hell with the lid off.

What would be the motive?

I don't care about why, just who.

We'll do our best.

We're outsiders here, lieutenant.
Strangers.

Aside from Clint being my son,

he was a man.

And no big-city red tape
can change that.

Mr. Johnson, if it was murder,
we'll find out who did it.

If he finds the killer,
he's gonna hang him.

Well, he did lose his son.

What did you get
from the other cowboys?

Well, everybody says
it was an accident

that was bound to happen
sooner or later.

- How's that?
- Clint used to hit it before each ride.

- Booze?
- Booze, yeah, and pills.

Pain pills. He had a bad leg,
he never let it heal.

- Why did he keep riding?
- Well, they're like that. Look,

I met one of those guys over there.

He used to ride
with two broken wrists.

If a cowboy can crawl, he'll ride.

Yeah, I guess they are a hard breed,
all right.

How about the rope?

Well, each man
usually handles his own,

but Clint had somebody else
who helped him.

- Who was that?
- His brother.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Howdy, hi.

I'm Lieutenant Stone.
This is Inspector Keller.

- Hi.
- Which one of you is Jensen?

Oh, that'd be me, lieutenant.

- Well, then you must be Bo Dobbs.
- Yes, sir.

I know you saw
one of our officers before

and you told him what you saw,

but I'd like to ask you myself,
if you don't mind?

Anything we can do.

Thanks a lot.

I hear that you two go way back.

More years than I'd care to mention.

We were riding the circuit

when there was nothing
but dusty old towns.

Bo and me, we rode broncs together
till our rumps turned into raw meat.

That's when I turned to clowning.

Bo handles the stock.

We been saving up
to buy us a little ranch.

Fixing on going in together.

Well, how long
have you known the Johnsons?

Well, Roy and Bo, they go way back.

Before we even met, ain't it?

Roy's a good old boy.

I sure hate to see him hurt this way.

What about Clint and his brother?
Were they as close as you two?

Oh, they were fierce
when it came to competition.

But they respected one another.

Roy wouldn't have it no other way.

But weren't they
doing the championships?

Hey, now, wait a minute,

you ain't thinking
that Ken cut that rope, are you?

No, I'm just trying to find a reason.

Well, if winning
that championship was reason,

the circuit would be lined
with dead cowboys.

They was loving brothers.

Didn't they ever disagree
about anything?

What was it about?

I expect they'll find out anyways.

Find out what?

You tell them, Bo.

It...

It was Rosie.

- Rosie? That's Clint's wife?
- Yeah.

MARTY:
Well, she ain't no bad girl, it's just--

Well, she's as pretty
as a pair of pink slippers.

They fought over her?

Well, they got into it
a couple of years ago.

I still got me a split tooth
from breaking it up.

Of course, that's before Clint
and Rosie were married.

Before they were married,
Rosie was Ken's girl.

Police wanna talk to us?

ROY:
Tomorrow.

I told them the little widow

was so broken up
over the whole thing

that she just couldn't talk.

I still don't buy anyone
would set out to kill Clint.

Somebody shaved that rope.

What do you think about that, girl?

I don't know what to think about it.

Did you ever once, just once,
care for him?

I loved him

till he started sipping into a bottle
every day

and somebody else's bed
every night.

ROY:
Damn you.

What are you doing?

You know how it was with them.
What did you want her to say?

Maybe...

Maybe Clint wasn't
much of a husband to her.

But he was still a son to me
and a brother to you.

Whoa, now.

Whoa, now.

Best leave her be.

But she needs someone, Bo.

I know, but not you.

You all right?

See what I mean?

Come on, let's git.

Unless you want something
besides a cracked tooth.

Oh, Ken.

[CRYING]

I know, Rosie.

STONE: Where you been all morning?
- Well, I had to get my car.

STONE:
It's after 9:00.

I went to pick you up at 7,
you weren't home.

- Where does she live, Monterey?
- Seven o'clock. I knew it.

I knew you were gonna do that.
That's why--

That's why you went to pick up
your car last night.

Lieutenant, very good.
Very, very, good.

You got a future
with this department.

You're cruising.
I really mean it, you're cruising.

Listen, I've been cruising
all morning.

Rosie Johnson.

She was born Rosalind Cummings
in Odessa, Texas, 1944.

Folks were dirt farmers
and she took off when she was 15.

She's been with the rodeo
ever since.

She competed
with the women on the circuit

until she married Clint Johnson
two years ago.

Where did you get that?

Those cowboys get up
with the chickens too, you know.

I guess they do.

- Is that all?
- No.

Her husband
has an insurance policy.

Fifty thousand dollars.

- And she is the beneficiary?
- The only one, yeah.

So, what did you get, huh?

Sitting in the nice comfort
of your warm office

while I was out there
watching where I stepped?

Well, I got in touch
with the TV network

- who filmed the rodeo.
- Good.

They said we could look at the tapes
anytime we wanted to.

I ran a make on Ken Johnson.

He's got a record.

Here someplace.

Here it is.

"Disturbing the peace.

Drunk and disorderly. Assault--"

Nothing big,
but there is a history of violence.

Yeah, sounds like he just got along--

I got the autopsy report
on Johnson's brother.

The alcoholic content
was 1.2 percent.

One-point-two.
Okay, enough to be legally drunk.

And plenty out of control

when you mix it
with those painkillers he was taking.

That's a bad combination.

He could have fallen off that bull
even if the rope wasn't cut.

Yup.

- What'd the lab say on that rope?
- It was cut.

So, what do you think?

I think for openers,

we've got two people who might
have wanted to see him dead.

First, his wife for the insurance.

And then his brother for his wife.

Whoa.

- How did he do?
- Well, now, that's just like old times.

I make it 15.9.

You shave that a little,
you'll be sitting in for the state finals.

STONE:
Morning.

Mrs. Johnson?

Yes, sir.

There's Lieutenant Stone.

He's the man trying to find out
what happened to Clint.

Well, I better walk this horse out.

I'll see you, lieutenant.

Hey, that was quite a workout.

But not exactly the grieving widow?

Now, I didn't say that.

Everybody has to sort of
work that out for themselves.

You do know
about the insurance money.

Yes, I do.

Fifty thousand dollars.

Give me a reason to wanna see
Clint dead, wouldn't it?

Maybe you'd like to tell me
how you feel about that.

Just like I grew wings.

[STONE CHUCKLES]

Are you planning on
doing any flying?

You're not very subtle, lieutenant.

That is how Ken Johnson goes
from rodeo to rodeo, isn't it?

Flies his own plane?

Who told you about Ken and me?

Well, it seems to be
common knowledge.

It also must be common knowledge
that we broke up a long time ago.

I heard that too.

But you don't wanna believe it,
do you?

You wanna believe the worst.

You wanna believe
that maybe Ken and I

tried to do something
to get back together again, huh?

Well, somebody cut that rope

and I'm just trying to find out
who had a reason.

I'd think you'd be interested
in that too.

Unless you know already.

You gonna arrest me?

No.

I reckon you don't do things any
different here than we do back home.

I mean, it's still the United States.

You're innocent
until you're proved guilty.

That's right.

How come you're trying
to make me prove I'm innocent?

I'm sure I don't know.

Unless you're feeling
something else too.

- Like what?
- Guilt?

Fantastic.

So this is getting
to be the going thing, huh?

Well, you can make more rodeos,
build up more points.

How'd your brother travel?

Same way my dad did,
pickup truck.

My old man thinks a cowboy
ought to travel with his stock,

live with them, get to know them,

rather than shipping them around
to meet some fancy schedule.

Sounds like they were close.

They were.

Fact is, Clint tried to mirror Dad.

One of his problems.

Yeah, that could be tough.

I understand your father
was world champion.

- Yeah.
- Didn't seem to bother you at all.

I wasn't under that kind of pressure.

Sent me to college instead.

That didn't take.

Now, he just figures me
for an educated failure,

no matter what I win.

Sometimes
we get along pretty good.

Other times, it's like two bulls
butting heads.

But you and your brother
were close?

Close as two brothers can be.

We were friends.

Rosie.

Now, I know she was your girl
one time.

Did that ever cause any friction
between you and your brother?

Some at first.

Rosie knew a lot of guys
before either one of us.

Clint knew that.

Did it bother Clint?

Look, Ken, the autopsy report
showed your brother

was loaded on juice and pills.

Now, you just told me your brother
had a problem living up to your father.

Did he have a problem with Rosie?

That's none of your business.

Your brother was murdered.

That's what you say.
I say it was an accident.

[MARTY LAUGHS]

We tied a bell on that old bull's neck

and told old Charlie
that he was riding a milk cow.

He was so drunk,
he didn't even know the difference.

Hey, you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna reverse it next time.

I'd give a lot of money
to see Charlie try to milk the bull.

[LAUGHING]

Rosie.

Lay off that stuff, will you?

How come?

I wanna talk to you.

About what?

Well, you know that spread

that Bo and me are always
talking about getting?

We found her.

- Where is it?
- Well, it's in Montana.

Just a few miles out of Ennis.

It's got a pretty little creek
runs through the middle of it.

And a good place for horses.

That's terrific, Marty.
I'm really happy for you.

Rosie, what are you gonna do
with no one to look out for you, huh?

Fifty thousand dollars
will look after me just fine.

It won't last.

Only people last.

On that spread
that Bo and me is gonna get,

there's a place for you.

You think on it, will you?

You can't keep just drifting
along the circuit like this.

Thanks, Marty. But I'll be just fine.

Hey, Ken.
Been wanting to catch up with you.

Still ready with one sweet offer
for you wearing our shirts next season.

Later, huh?

Rosie.

Come on. I'm taking you home.

I was just looking out for her, Ken.

She's still a Johnson, Marty.
Reckon that makes her our lookout.

- Hey, Marty, Marty.
- Hey, Bo.

I didn't even know you was here.
Sit down.

I'm here. Look, you and me
gotta have us a talk, Marty.

Well, what about?

Well, about old Clint.

About who cut that rope.

Let me ask you something.

You ever seen
this toadsticker before?

No, I ain't never seen it before.

Don't start running me
around in circles, Marty.

Oh, yeah, I recognise it now.
That's Ken's knife.

That's the one old Roy brought him
from Mexico, ain't it?

That's right.

You wanna know where I found it?

Bo.

Maybe you already know
where I found it, huh, Marty?

Where you going, Bo?

I'm gonna go tell Roy
what happened.

There ain't no call for that.

I'll tell you what
there ain't no call for, Marty.

There ain't no call
for no little pink pretty like Rosie

to go around messing up
other people's lives.

I seen you sitting here with her.

And I seen them two sashaying
out of here together.

And I know what's going on.

And Roy's gonna know the truth,
Marty.

And this knife tells it all.

[HORN BUZZES]

- Aren't you supposed to be clowning?
- Well, I got--

I got my leg banged up
during the little bareback.

Billy's filling in for me.

- You all right, now?
- Oh, yeah. Gonna be fine.

- Buy you a drink?
- Well, I don't mind if I do.

That ain't why I come in here,
though.

I wanted to show you
before I show the police.

Bo found that in the sawdust
back at the chutes.

- Kind of a foreign-looking deal, ain't it?
- Yeah.

Look close, Roy.

Ain't them rope hairs on the blade?

Why you giving this to me?

Well, that ain't no store-bought knife.
I never seen one like it before.

And I figured maybe
if you could put a face to it...

Well, I know how you're trying
to find the cutter that...

You did right.

Buy this man a drink.

I was down.
He was just trying to cheer me up.

I don't see anything
so wrong in that.

What you see don't matter,
it's what other people are looking for.

They're looking to make you answer
for Clint's death.

Well, I didn't want him dead.

I didn't.

Clint was the closest thing
I ever came to love.

I thought once I had him,
I wouldn't need anything else.

And then everything went sour on us.
I don't know what happened.

I didn't want him dead.

I didn't, I didn't.

Ken.

You got a minute?

Yeah. Sure, Dad.

Go on. I'll talk to you later.

What you just saw there,
don't go making anything out of it.

Wanna carve me a chew.

Lend me that jackknife of yours.

I haven't got it.

I'm talking about the one I gave you.

The one I picked up in Mexico.

I know what you're talking about.
I haven't got it.

Where is it?

Just disappeared. Lost it, I guess.

Well, where did you lose it?

I don't know.

Chutes, maybe.

That's where Bo found it.

See them hairs?

I'm betting they come
from Clint's rope.

You know what you're saying?

I know.

He was my brother.
Why would I wanna kill him?

Because you wanted his woman.
And from what I just seen, you got her.

Oh, come on, no. You-- Uh-uh.

- You going to the police?
- Nope.

This is a family doing.

I'm not gonna fight you.

I said, I'm not gonna fight you.

Well, don't let me being your father
stand in your way,

because
I don't consider you my son.

You take that damn tin plane of yours
and fly it straight into devil's eyeball.

I don't wanna ever
lay eyes on you again, you hear?

Now git.

- Hey, I got something.
- Yeah, what?

Did a rundown on all the cowboys
by the chute last night.

- We got a new suspect.
- Yeah, who?

Bo Dobbs.

Dobbs? How come--?

[PHONE BUZZES]

Homicide, Stone.

What's that again?

When?

All right, we'll get right on it.

What's that?

You were gonna tell me something
about Dobbs.

Yeah, he had a son
on the circuit two years ago.

He was in a bulldogging event

and caught a horn through his leg
because his partner was negligent.

And his partner was Clint Johnson.

That's right, and Bo Dobbs swears
to this day that Clint was loaded.

But why does that put Dobbs
on our list?

- Because the kid's crippled for life.
- Hm.

"Hm"? I give you a whole new wrinkle
and you say to me, "Hm"?

Mm-hm. The phone call
came from the Cow Palace.

Bo Dobbs is dead.

- Who found him?
MARTY: I did.

He was just lying out there
in the corral.

- Trampled?
MARTY: Oh, no.

Bo been around too long. He had
too much savvy for anything like that.

Steve, comb the area.
See what you come up with.

Right.

Well, Bernie my friend,
what have you got?

I won't know for sure
till we get him downtown,

but it looks like a blow
to the back of the head

by a blunt instrument of some kind.

Nothing like a hoofprint or a horn.

- When did it happen?
- I'd say less than an hour ago.

- Let me know for sure, will you?
- Right.

Mike.

STONE:
Yeah?

Looks like part of a shirt.

Anybody recognise this?

Was Bo murdered?

Well, it looks that way, Mr. Jensen.

Do you know anybody
wearing a shirt like that?

Bo was one of ours.

We'll handle it.

MAN:
Yeah, we'll handle him.

Oh, hey, wait a minute.

Hold it right there.

I want no vigilante,
homespun law here.

Now, is that clear
or do I have to make it plainer?

Dobbs was killed on my beat.

And I want that man
just as bad as you do.

Now let me start again.

Does anybody recognise this shirt?

Mr. Jensen?

Ken Johnson's
wearing a shirt like that.

Who?

Ken Johnson.

He was wearing a shirt like that.

ROY: Ken was wearing
a shirt like this, all right.

KELLER: Mr. Johnson,
your son has disappeared.

Now, do you have any idea
where we can find him?

Now, if you think this is just
a family matter, you're wrong.

Well, before I tell you,
I'm gonna have a say.

I run Ken off because...

Well, because I figured he killed Clint.

Well, don't you think
that's for the police to decide?

When it comes to Ken,
it's still family.

But he wouldn't have killed Bo.

Put to it, a breed like Ken
might kill a man for a woman.

Lot of good men been done in
by shiny little thing like Rosie.

But when it comes
to killing an old-timer like Bo, no.

That's a notch or two below a wolf.

And that ain't Ken.

Then I guess you'd better tell me
why you think he killed Clint.

I lost one son, lieutenant.

Now you're asking me
to lose the other.

I'm sorry.

ROY:
Lieutenant.

It belongs to Ken.

Found behind the chutes.

These look like rope hairs.

You found it?

No, Bo did.

I've had my say.

You most likely
can find Ken at the airport.

That's his plane.

- Think you can stop him?
- Let's give it a try.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

What's the matter with you guys?

STONE: Get off of there, Johnson.
Get down.

KEN:
My old man sic you on me?

Does this belong to you?

I didn't kill Clint.

Then why were you trying
to take off?

My old man called it.
We had a blowout.

KELLER:
He's clean.

Is this part of your shirt?

Looks like one I threw away. Must've
come off when he was tearing into me.

Why? Where did you get it?

- Where'd you have this blowout?
- Out by his trailer. Why?

Because it was found in the corral
where Bo Dobbs was murdered.

You say you didn't know
a thing about Bo Dobbs.

KEN:
No, sir.

Then how did you get
those bruises?

I told you, my old man.

I never fought with Bo,
just my old man.

Ask him.

Why would I wanna kill Bo?

Because Bo found this knife
and he gave it to your father.

KEN:
Uh-uh.

You thought your father wouldn't talk

and you fixed it
so that Dobbs couldn't.

Oh, come on, it didn't happen that way.
I swear it didn't.

You went to the bar
where you picked up your sister-in-law,

- then went right to your father's trailer.
- Right.

And after you fought with your father,

you went to the airport
with a man you didn't even know.

Oh, come on. I told you,
his name is Garner or Gardner.

He's a salesman.

And he wanted you
to endorse some shirts.

That's right.

Look, I've been trying
to brush him off,

but he tagged along
when me and Rosie left the bar.

And then he cornered me again
when I left my dad.

You can check it out.

We are.

When did you see this knife again?

I told you, I don't remember exactly.
This morning sometime.

Did you get ahold of him?
Did he tell you?

Name is John Gardner. He is a shirt
representative with Western Sunset.

He's staying at the Bayshore Motel.
He tells it just like Ken,

even down to the airport gate
he dropped him off at.

He's willing to sign a statement,
anything.

I told you. I told you, I didn't do it.

What's he doing here?

I asked him to come.

He said you couldn't have done it.

It is plain you didn't buy his word.

It's not his word I'm questioning,
it's yours.

I hear you were fixing to take off.

You did kind of put the wind
on my back.

- How's it look?
- Well, it looks as though he's clear

as far as Dobbs is concerned.

But you still think I killed Clint.

I think two people had good reason
to cut that rope.

- Ken and Rosie?
- That's right.

- And I don't figure it was Rosie.
- Why not?

Because cutting that rope
wouldn't guarantee

that her husband would die.

But I might have
just to win that championship?

KELLER: Did you?
- No.

But you did help your brother
cinch that rope around the bull.

I tell you what, lieutenant.

The way Clint was hitting
the booze and the pills,

I didn't need to cut this to beat him.

He was beating himself.

But he must have thought you did

when he brought this knife
to your father.

Bo didn't bring me the knife,
Marty did.

Wait a minute.

- Jensen brought you that knife?
ROY: Yeah.

And he said Dobbs found it?

That's right. Said he'd found it
behind the bull chutes.

Can we run that network tape?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Why?

I wanna see something. Excuse me.

STONE:
Here.

All right, could you hold it right there,
please?

Look at that.

What?

What is the first thing
the clown's supposed to do

when a rider goes down?

ROY:
They start waving off the bull.

Then that's what Jensen
should be doing. Is that right?

Well, Marty's getting on a bit now.

Works the barrel mostly.

Doesn't take chances
like the rest of the boys.

But he is not taking any chances at all.
He's just standing there.

He could have done something,
couldn't he?

ROY: I guess he could--
- All right, let me put it another way.

He's done everything right
since then, hasn't he?

Steve, get it out, will you?

I don't know, Mike.
I'm trying to put the pieces together.

I remember Mo telling me
the clown's supposed to

keep the bull away from the rider
when he's down.

I sort of half remember
seeing this one clown standing there.

It was Jensen.

And Jensen found the rope.

Jensen brought us the knife.

He found Dobbs.

He could have seen Ken
and his father fighting.

Found that piece of shirt.

- Could have planted it by Dobbs too.
- Yeah.

Don't ask me why.
I haven't found the motive.

But Jensen was the guy
that got us thinking

about Ken and Rosie
in the first place, remember?

Yeah, the fight.

The split tooth.

Mr. Johnson, did Ken and Clint
really have that fight?

Yeah, they sure did.

That girl's bad news clean through.

But Jensen doesn't see her that way,
does he?

What?

No, he thinks she's kind of special,
right?

- Marty?
- Sure.

He was with Rosie
when you went to see her, right?

- Mm-hm.
- Ken said he was with her at the tavern.

And you remember
how he defended her

when we asked about Ken and Clint
fighting over her?

Yeah.

I sure do:

STONE:
"Pretty as a pair of pink slippers."

Get up there.

MARTY:
Rosie.

Rosie, what are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

Well, you can't pull up stakes
and go just like that.

I got to. For Ken's sake.

If I stick around here,
I'll mess him up same way I did Clint.

Well, hold on a spell, huh?

I'll get me that spread
up in Montana.

You could go there.

That's sweet, Marty,
but I'll probably going back to Texas.

No.

You ain't running out on me now.

It's gonna be special for us.

Not like it was with Clint
and maybe Ken.

It's you and me.

That's the way I always planned it.

You know, the more I think about it,
the more I think you could be right.

Old Marty was always around
paying Rosie special attention.

And with Clint dead and Ken in jail,

he could figure
he might have a chance.

Yeah, he could have killed Clint
and framed Ken.

The more I think about it,
I think I was wrong.

Why's that?

Jensen wasn't around the chutes
long enough to cut that rope.

Well, not really.

Maybe he didn't cut the rope.

But you said the lab said it was.

I didn't say when.
Only Jensen said that.

- That's right.
- Wait a minute, you're losing me.

Remember when I asked you
about the rope,

you said sometimes it broke
without being cut?

Yeah.

STONE:
Maybe that's what happened.

Maybe it just broke.

You mean,
it could have been an accident?

An accident that Jensen
made look like murder

by cutting the rope afterwards.

To frame Ken.

And getting Rosie for himself.

It's possible.

Let's turn up here.

I ain't never stop thinking about you.

- Not since Fort Worth.
- Marty.

I know you ain't never said nothing
about it since,

but, well, you think about it too,
don't you?

Marty, Clint and I
had a fight that night.

I was at loose ends
and I had too much to drink.

That night meant everything to me,
everything.

You don't know what it's like following
the rodeos around all by yourself,

travelling on the road and--

Well, after a while,

a fella gets wondering

what's gonna happen to him
when he gets old

and he got nobody.

Well, that night
gave me something to aim for.

Marty, we've had a lot of fun.
We've had a lot of laughs.

You always could make me laugh.

- But that's it.
- I ain't talking about laughs.

I'm talking about
what we had that night.

We had one night. That was it.

Oh, we had more. Much more.

And we're gonna have us
a ranch too.

You and me.

I'm not going away with you.

You still don't understand, do you?

You don't have to think
of Clint and Ken.

I fixed them.

What have you done?

Oh, nothing bad.

Except for Bo.

He didn't understand
and he wouldn't let us be together.

Oh, my God, you killed them.
You killed them both.

I didn't kill him.
It was the booze Clint was taking.

The booze and all them pills,
that's what killed him.

When the rope broke
and he got tossed in the dirt,

it was just like it happened
for you and me.

We both wanted him dead.

You as much as me. I know that.

It was easy for me, huh?

All I had to do is just hold back
a couple of seconds.

I knew he was so full of booze,

he couldn't scramble away
from the bull.

And then I seen
how easy it'd be to fix it

so that Ken was gone too.

But Bo,
he seen me take Ken's knife.

And he knew how I felt about you.

He figured out what I'd done.

He was going to tell Roy about it
and I couldn't have that.

That's crazy. You are crazy.

Don't you call me that.

Get your hands off me.

Can't you see I love you
like I don't love nothing else?

Don't you touch me.

[BULL GRUNTING]

Hiyah! Hiyah!

How's Roy?

Hold it, Marty. Just hold it.

MARTY:
Roy, Clint?

He make it?

Did I get there in time?

Yes, Marty. You did fine, just fine.

Clint?

I guess everybody'd like to buy back
one moment in their lives.

Maybe he was lucky enough
to have his.

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Our next
contestant, from Silverton, Oregon,

is Teddy White riding Heavy Bob.

ROY:
Boy, you drew Wanted.

Bucks on a dime, so ride him high.

KEN: Still thorny as ever
and giving orders, ain't you?

ROY:
Just speaking from past experience.

I've seen my shadow many times
on the ground.

MAN:
Mr. Johnson.

Well, if it ain't the law dogs.

KELLER:
Last day, huh?

Yep. Go from here to Denver.

Just came to say goodbye.

And wish you good luck.

Oh, thanks. And thanks
for getting me out of a tight one.

- Now, where's Rosie?
- She left this morning, back to Texas.

She'll make out. Gotta go.

Ride him good.

ROY: Hey, don't forget what I told you.
You'll be landing fork up.

Biggest rule-giver since Moses,
isn't he?

[LAUGHING]

KELLER: Hey. Hey, popcorn.
- Hey.

- I'll pay for it.
- I got it.

- No, let me.
- I got it.

- How much?
- You paid last time. Let me.

Twenty-five. Two, here. Next time.

- How much did you pay for it?
- Two.

ANNOUNCER: And now, out of
Chute Number 1, from Austin, Texas,

is Kenny Johnson riding Whiz Bang.

Yes, sir, riding him at both ends.

Show them how it's done,
Kenny boy.

Ride them, cowboy.

[HORN BUZZES]

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