Rustler's Round-Up (1946) - full transcript

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[playing accordion]

I'm tough and rough And I'm ready

On a mustang I'm cool and I'm steady

I can ride, shoot, Rope and tie

Better than any guy

That's the way I am

I'm really just a humdinger

I can lick 20 men
With one finger

I'm content When I'm tusslin'

Or when I'm rustlin'

That's the way I am



I'm a two-fisted
Western pote

With my left and right hand

I can prove it

To any bloke

By getting in a fight

So bad men will never
Affect me

They have learned That they'd better respect me

'Cause I'm rough, tough
And big and strong

I'll always get along

That's the way I am

May I?

[playing]

I hate the hustle
And bustle

And I hate getting into
A tussle



That's because
I'm just a peaceful guy

Watching the world
Go by

That's the way
I am

I like to watch
Shadows falling

And I like bobolink
When they're calling

Never cared much
For acting mean

I like to be serene

That's the way
I am

I like moonlight

And even skies

When the night
Is still

I'm not the kind
Who would pick a fight

Just for a moment's thrill

So I hang my hat
Where it's quiet

And there's others I know
Who should try it

When I get
Feeling good inside

Then I can rope and ride

That's the way
I am

Thank you.

Major, I bet
I can tell you

why you're going
to the town of Rawhide.

All right, tell me.

You aim to start
a cattle ranch there, don't you?

Correct.

And you don't know
much about it, do you?

Correct again.

Say, you're a mind-reader,
my friend.

How do you do it?

Oh, it's just a trick
of the trade.

I'm a detective.

-Pinkerton man?
-[laughs]

Mister,
I'm the Pinkerton man.

Pinkerton J. Pratt.

Named in honor
of the great detective.

Say, that's quite a name
to live up to.

You said it,
and it sure don't help

to have your friends
call you--

-"Pinky"?
-How'd you guess it?

I've got to make that name
feared and respected.

And Rawhide's the last chance
I've got to do it.

Why Rawhide?

Because it's the most lawless
town in the whole frontier.

But after I get her tamed,

the name of Pinkerton Pratt
will be as famous

as Wild Bill Hickok,
or Wyatt Earp,

or Bob Bryan.

Bob Bryan?

You mean you've never
heard of him?

The man that cleaned up
Deadwood.

Ran the killers
out of the badlands,

with a little help
from yours truly, of course.

Then you know him.

Know him?
Why, I was his partner.

Many is a time we stood
side by side,

blazing away at the crooks
and outlaws

until our guns got so hot they
well nigh cooked our fingers.

Is that a fact?

You ain't doubting me?

When a man is sure
of something,

he has no doubts
about it.

Yeah. [laughs]

[gunfire]

Wiggle up, driver!

If this is a holdup,
you're wasting your time.

We're not carrying
anything valuable.

It's him we're after.

What's he done?

What do you
want him for?

He had too many aces
in his deck,

and we're aiming
to teach him a lesson.

That's a lie.

They lost their money to
a better gambler and got sore.

That's the truth,
honest it is.

Well, if he's the man
you say you want,

I reckon there's nothing
we can do about it.

You bet you can't.

Come on out of there,
you tinhorn.

Keep your hands
off those guns.

You're doing a heap,

interfering in other folks'
business.

You aren't this man's judge,
and neither am I.

If you have any complaints,

make them with the sheriff
in Rawhide.

Now, get on your horse
and head for home.

Stranger, I'm one
of the Todd brothers.

Louie Todd.

And the name of Todd means
a lot in the town of Rawhide.

I imagine it does.

You heard
what the judge said.

Now get moving.

All right, driver.

Mister, that was handy
and nifty

as anything
I've ever seen,

and I've seen plenty.

Not even Bob Bryan
could have done it any better.

You flatter me.

You had a close call.

I sure did.

If it hadn't been
for you gents,

this might have been
a rope.

I sure thank you,

and anytime I can
return the favor...

Without a gun,
you wouldn't last long enough

to do anybody a favor.

Well, I had one,
but I lost it

getting away
from those fellas.

How come you beat
them longhorns in a card game?

You sure you wasn't
cheating?

I never cheat.
Don't have to.

As long as I've got
this lucky charm,

Lady Luck is always
smiling on me.

You wouldn't have been
very lucky

if those men had gotten
hold of you.

But I was lucky.

I ran into you boys,
didn't I?

I wish old Lady Luck would smile
at me once in a while,

instead of always
making ugly faces.

[crowd shouting]

Get your ballots out

And vote for Cal Dixon

Let us sing and shout

He's the people's candidate

Don't forget to vote
And vote for Cal Dixon

Will he beat Fin Elder
Before it's too late?

D-I-X, D-I-X-O-N

Dixon is the choice

Get your ballots out
And vote for Cal Dixon

Let us sing and shout
He's the people's candidate

D-I-X, D-I-X-O-N

Dixon is the choice

Get your ballots out
And vote for Cal Dixon

Let us sing and shout
He's the people's candidate

This is quite a reception
in your honor, Pinky.

It sure is, but how'd they know
I was coming?

Good evening.

Are you for law and order,
or decent government?

-Are you?
-Well, of course.

Then I am too.

-You voted yet?
-No, not yet.

You know, I've heard of lady
governors, mayors and things,

but I never realized they were
so young and so pretty.

Are you married?

You know, a man should know
a lot about his candidate.

I'm not a candidate
and I'm not married.

My name is Jo.
Josephine Fremont.

And I'm supporting Cal Dixon,
an honest man, for sheriff.

-Come on, you vote in here.
-Just a minute.

First, don't you think I should
know more about you?

I mean,
about your candidate?

Well,
don't you trust me?

-Yes, but I--
-Well, then come on.

-The polls are over there.
-Let me explain.

We haven't time.
Please hurry.

Polls close
in exactly one minute!

Anybody ain't voted yet?

-He hasn't.
-Well, then he'll sure

have to be quick
about it.

-Here's your ballot.
-Hold it, Fin.

-You registered, stranger?
-Why, no, I'm not.

What?
You're not a voter?

I tried to tell you,
but you wouldn't listen.

Well, I sure am surprised
at you, Miss Fremont.

I didn't expect crooked method
from a reformer.

Yeah, trying to sneak in
a floater.

Why, I could put you
in jail for that.

I'd like to see you
try it, Fin Elder.

Now don't get excited.
I'll overlook it this time.

Like you overlook
everything else.

Polls are closed!

I'm sorry I let that happen,
Miss Fremont.

If apologies
are in order, I--

They certainly are.

If I hadn't wasted my time
with you,

I might have rounded up
a real voter.

Again, I'm sorry.

I take it this is
a very close election.

It could have been.

-[man 1] Elder!
-[man 2] Elder!

-[man 1] Elder.
-[man 2] Elder?

-Elder.
-Elder.

-Dixon.
-Dixon.

Elder.

-Elder.
-Elder.

Elder.

-Elder.
-Elder.

-Elder. Elder. Elder.
-Elder. Elder. Elder.

-Elder.
-Elder.

And that is all.

And that is plenty.

Looks like
you've lost, Cal.

The Todd brothers
are still in the saddle.

[chuckles]
Riding high.

Well, Dixon,
congratulate the winner.

You didn't win
the election, Fin Elder.

Your friends over there
stole it for you.

Elder...

the lawless element
which you represent

is running things now.

But mark my words,

sooner or later, the decent
people of this community

will take government
out of your hands.

Them's pretty harsh words,
Judge Wayne.

They're the truth,
Mr. Todd.

After all, we've got a right
to protect our own interests.

Our ranches,
our cattle.

Your stolen cattle.

Another crack like that,

and I'll load you up
with lead.

Don't argue
with him, Cal.

You'll only get
the worst of it.

No listen here, Dixon.

I aim to keep on running
a peaceful town.

Oh, we know all about that,
sheriff.

So why don't you go ahead
and celebrate your re-election.

Yeah, Fin.
The drinks are on you.

Yeah, that's--

Oh, oh, the drinks.

That's right,
the drinks.

Come on, boys.
Everybody step up to the bar.

-I'm setting them up.
-[indistinct chattering]

[tapping on counter]

You're liable
to insult the sheriff,

paying for your own drink.

Only a tenderfoot
would do that.

Name your poison,
mister.

Well, if it ain't
Bob Bryan.

Remember me?
Jim Walton, from Deadwood.

Sure. Glad to see you again,
Jim.

Why, you--
You ain't really--

Now, don't try to fool
an old friend from Deadwood.

You remember Pinky,
my partner, don't you, Jim?

Sure I do...
I guess.

Many's the time we stood
side by side,

blazing away until our guns
were so hot

they well nigh
cooked our fingers.

Didn't we, partner?

[gasps and coughs]

You're not going
to stand there

and let a man choke to death,
Jim.

Get him a drink...
of milk.

[coughs]

Looks like you got yourself
re-elected just in time, Fin.

That's Bob Bryan
at the end of the bar.

You've heard of him,
haven't you?

Oh, yes.

-Aiming to clean up Rawhide?
-No.

What? You giving up
the law and order business?

There's a better future
in cattle ranching.

You live longer.

[laughs]

-Jim, our private bottle.
-Yes, sir.

So you're Bob Bryan.

That's right.
Whom might you be?

I'm Victor Todd.

This here is my brother,
Jules.

I've already had the pleasure
of meeting your brother Louie.

Oh? Let's have
a friendly drink

before we get down
to business.

Business? I don't recall
having any business with you.

About the future
of Rawhide.

Me and my brothers are
right interested in its welfare.

I imagine you are.

No, thanks.
I don't drink.

Aiming to settle here?

Maybe.

Figure on toting
a marshal's badge?

I hadn't thought about it.
Why?

It's a thankless job.

And besides, this town's already
got a sheriff.

Fin Elder.

Now, see here, Mr. Bryan,

there's just one thing
I want you to understand.

I am the legally elected
peace officer of this county.

Did you say
legally elected?

-Now you see here, young man--
-I beg your pardon.

For the moment, I forgot the
respect due a public officer.

Yeah, well, as long
as I'm sheriff here,

I don't need anybody
to help me enforce the law.

I've been doing my duty
as I seen it,

and everybody
is satisfied.

Well, that is,
most everybody.

Say no more, sheriff.

You're welcome
to your job.

Well, now you're being
sensible.

Jim, you got a couple
rooms for us?

You bet, Bob.

Here, take 4 and 5.
They're the best I got.

Thanks.

Hey, Fin. Come here.

What can I do
for you, Louie?

See that gent in the black suit
at the poker table?

Why, yeah.

I want you to arrest him.

Why, sure.

I'll raise you 50.

You're under arrest.

-What for?
-Why, uh...

for whatever it was
you done to Mr. Louie Todd,

that's what for.

Just a minute
till I finish this hand.

You'll come
right now.

You heard the sheriff's orders.
Get up.

Must take a lot of nerve
to hit a man sitting down.

He needed a lesson.

I taught him respect
for the law.

Respect for your kind
of law.

Your mouth's open
an awful lot, Dixon.

And for the last time,

we're warning you
to keep it shut.

Easy, Cal.

You Todds are riding high,
aren't you?

Don't reach for that gun.

Well, that's no gun.

That's my--

[indistinct chattering]

Stay where you are!
Everybody!

What's going on here?

Sheriff, I demand that you
arrest that man for murder.

Why? Mr. Jules Todd?

Yes, Mr. Jules Todd.

Go ahead, Fin.
Do your duty.

All right, Fin, but mind you,
I ain't admitting murder.

I only shot to protect
my brother.

Dixon pulled
a gun on him.

He did not.

He was reaching
for his tobacco pouch.

You'll find it right there
by his hand.

This here's the only evidence
I found by his hand.

You can't get away
with that.

Everyone knows that Dixon
never carried a gun in his life.

There's at least
a dozen witnesses who--

Now just a minute,
Fremont.

All them witnesses
will get a chance to testify

when the case is tried
in the morning.

Well, what do you know?

The night we hit town,
there's a killing.

I told you Rawhide was a place
to make my reputation.

Go ahead, Pinkerton.

The case is all yours.

[laughs]

Huh?

[man]
Hear ye, hear ye!

By virtue of the laws
of this territory,

a duly constituted court
is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Wayne
presiding.

You may be seated.

Sheriff, have you prepared
a list of the taxpayers

-liable for jury duty?
-Yes, Your Honor.

Names are ready
to be drawn.

Men whose names are drawn
must serve on this jury.

Only legal excuses
will be accepted.

Pete Hanigan.

Judge Robins.

Rocky Rockworth.

Steve Hough.

Luke Anders.

Dirk Dixon.

Duke Thorndike.

Dave Cabry.

Dean Murdock.

Pete Hanigan.

Dick Kildaire.

Rod Gilrocks.

What a collection
of American beauties.

I'll lay you odds there ain't an
honest one in the whole bunch.

I'm surprised at you, Pinky,
wanting to bet on a sure thing.

[Wayne]
Sheriff, call the first case.

All right.

What is your name?

Jefferson King.

"Faro" King,
they call me.

Faro's my favorite game.

Your occupation?

Gamb-- Um, sportsman.

You are charged
with obtaining money

by trickery and fraud
in a card game.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Sit down till we hear
the complaining witness.

You swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you?

I do.

Mr. Todd, tell us exactly
how this man defrauded you.

First off, he held three
full houses in a row.

And then he filled an inside
straight flush

with a one-card draw.

How does that
prove cheating?

The only way he could do it
is with a marked deck.

Did you bring
the deck with you?

Me?
Me carry a marked deck?

No, sir, I wouldn't
be caught with one.

Then you have no evidence,
no witnesses?

There was two other
honest men in the game,

and they'd tell you the same
if they happen to be here.

That's all.
You're excused.

Mr. King.

You have heard the case
against you.

What is your defense?

I don't use
marked cards.

Never have.

I don't need to.

You see, I'm-- I'm just
naturally a very lucky man.

[jury laughs]

[knocks gavel]

Did you obtain any money
from the complainant?

Did you leave the game
a winner?

Oh, yes Your Honor.
I-I always come out ahead.

Then I can't dismiss
the case against you,

as much as I would
like to do so.

Sit down, please.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you are instructed to disregard
the charge of marked cards,

which was not introduced
in evidence.

You may now retire and decide
upon your verdict.

Retiring won't be necessary,
judge.

I reckon we're all
of the same mind.

Eh, boys?

What is your verdict?

Guilty, of course.

Jefferson King,

you have been found guilty.

Have you anything to say
before I pronounce sentence?

Only that I'd like a fair trial
before an honest jury.

I'm sorry, but the jury
cannot be discharged

unless you can prove they have
been bribed or threatened.

According to law,

I must impose
the minimum sentence.

Thirty days' confinement
in the county jail.

Well, did you ever?

Why, that jury ought to be
sent up for contempt of court.

Next case.

Mr. Todd.

Jules Todd, you are charged
with the murder of Cal Dixon.

-How do you plead?
-Not guilty, Your Honor,

because he was going
to kill my brother.

We'll hear your story later.
Sit down, please.

Call the witness.

Mr. Tom Fremont.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you?

-I do.
-Mr. Fremont,

please tell the jury what led up
to the shooting last night.

Well, the quarrel began
when Cal Dixon

accused the Todd brothers
of stealing cattle,

and Vic Todd
threatened to kill him.

That's a lie!

It sure is.

Dixon pulled a gun on me.

That's right. The sheriff
found it in Dixon's hand.

Because you put it there,
Louie Todd.

Tell him, Dad.

-[indistinct chattering]
-[gavel bangs]

Order.

Order in the court.

It is for the jury,
not the public,

to decide on the facts.

You're excused, Mr. Fremont.
Thank you.

Sheriff, have you the gun that
was found by Mr. Dixon's hand?

Yes, Your Honor.

Here it is.

Will you show the jury
how Mr. Dixon

could have carried that gun
as a concealed weapon?

Yes, Your Honor.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you're seeing for yourself
it is impossible

to carry a gun of that size
as a concealed weapon.

You are therefore instructed
to disregard any testimony

relating to same
in reaching your verdict.

We've already
reached it, judge.

What is your verdict?

We find Jules Todd
shot Cal Dixon

to protect his brother.

Not guilty.

We demand a new jury!

[all shouting angrily]

-[taps gavel]
-Order.

Order in the court.

There cannot be
another trial.

The law provides that no man
shall be tried twice

for the same offense.

Mr. Todd, you are free.

This court now
stands adjourned.

-And the bar may reopen.
-[bangs gavel]

[indistinct chatter]

Good morning.

That was a pretty raw deal,
wasn't it?

Just about the worst
I've ever seen.

Fine work, men.

Oh, Mr. Bryan.

How do you do?
I'm Judge Wayne.

I'm glad to know you,
judge.

This is Pinky, Pinkerton Pratt.
My partner.

-How do you do?
-Howdy, judge.

I was glad to learn
that you came here.

This town needs a man like you
to clean out the lawless element

like you did in Deadwood.

And we're willing
to pay your price.

Say, that's a lingo
we savvy, judge.

You just name the price,

and in 48 hours me and Bob
will have everybody in town

-sitting up, singing hymns.
-[laughs]

I'm afraid you'll have to be
choirmaster all alone, Pinky.

Sorry, judge,
I'm not interested.

Didn't you hear?
They're willing to pay.

I came here to settle down
and do some peaceful ranching.

My only interest is in locating
some good grazing land.

Very well, Mr. Bryan.

You may think
differently

when you have a stake
in this community.

You'll find some good land
open to homesteading

back at the Fremont place.

-Thank you, judge.
-Good day, gentlemen.

Hey, where are you going?

Buy me a horse,

take a look at that land
the judge spoke about.

-Should I go with you?
-What for?

You came to Rawhide to make
your reputation, didn't you?

Yeah, but I can't work
without my old partner.

-Can I?
-[laughs]

That Fremont, trying to put
a noose around my neck.

It's a defamation
of character.

It sure is, and he ought
to be made to pay for it.

That's not a bad idea.

Today would be
a good collection day

with Tom Fremont
likely to stay in town.

Well, what are we
waiting for?

Five miles of trail washed out
from running water.

[cows lowing]

[cowboy whooping]

Jules, Louie and I
had better go on ahead

and see Andy's got everything
ready at the branding pen.

You better ride on back
and hurry the boys up

so as we can slap our brand
on him before dark.

That's right.

[cows lowing]

It's an easy job, Andy.

Takes only two strokes
with that special iron

to change Fremont's "TF"
into our "TB,"

proving our legal
ownership.

Got a little news item.

Old man Fremont was snooping up
on the ridge

and got an eyeful.

-You sure it was him?
-Positive.

He was riding his favorite
dapple gray.

That guy'll never learn.

Let's toss for it.

Odd man's elected.

-Tails.
-Heads.

Heads.

You fellas hurry up
with your job

while I'm doing mine.

Chuck!

Here are the things you
and the boys wanted from town.

Oh, thank you, Miss Jo.

Here comes your dad,
Miss Jo.

Well, I wonder why
he's in such a hurry.

[gunshot]

Dad!

Here, let's turn him over.
Help me.

Hey, Ralph,
give me a hand with him.

Let's get him
in the house.

Careful with him, boys.

No worry, honey.
I'll be all right.

You look after him, Chuck.
I'm going for the doctor.

That's the kind of setting
I mean.

Yeah, sure is,
ain't it?

Look!

You again.

That's right.

Just in time
to stop your runaway.

Oh, that was no runaway.

I was on my way into town
for a doctor.

My father's been
seriously wounded.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Miss Fremont.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Yes, put this rig
together

and take it to the first
ranch up the road.

It looks like you had
a smash-up or something.

What do you think?

-Where's the girl?
-Gone to town.

-Where's your horse?
-Gone to town.

-You mean, together?
-That's the general idea.

I don't suppose
you've got anything

we could hook this rig
together with.

Something with holding power.

I sure have.

Best holding power
in the world.

How'd you happen
to have these along?

Rule book says never
to be without them.

I've carried them with me ever
since I've been a detective.

Don't look like
they've ever been used.

They haven't,

except I got myself
locked up in them once.

[laughs]

Went around for two or three
days like that,

coffee and everything.

Well, dear brother,

did you liquidate
our friend Fremont?

Of course I did.
Why such a stupid crack?

Think I'm losing my grip?

Only part of it.

[Victor] Huh, I must have
broke it when I fell up there.

How is he, doctor?

He's very low.

Dad, can you hear me?

Who shot you?
Do you know?

Do you think
it was the Todds?

Oh, Dad.

So it was the Todds.

Mr. Fremont didn't say so.
He merely suspected them.

What's the difference?
We know they did it.

Proving that's
another matter.

With only suspicion
to go on,

Miss Fremont couldn't even
get a warrant,

-much less a conviction.
-Bob's right.

She's got to have circumstantial
evidence at least.

Well, we're going to try
to get it for her.

"We"? I thought you said
you was through with--

Skip it.
Where was Mr. Fremont shot?

Right over here?

They rode in
from that way.

And this is where
he fell.

The bullet went clean
through his back.

Maybe we can find it.

Ouch!

What's the idea having an old,
splintery barn?

Dangerous to man
or beast.

That's the answer.

Ah.

[Bob]
It's a powerful slug to do that

after going through a man.

Got a small stick
or something?

-Yeah, here you are.
-What you want that for?

Tell the direction and angle
the bullet came from.

That proves the shot
was fired from up there.

Yeah, but who fired the shot?
That's the question.

Partner, I figure
we'd better take a ride--

I figure the same way,
Pinky.

Pinky, suppose you would have
fired that shot.

Where would you aim from?

Right here.

That's a natural
ambush shot.

When you snapped out
your empty shell,

where'd it land?

About there.

Look, a .30-30.

Say, partner, we're doing
right well in this case.

Yeah, considering that only
one of us is professional.

Oh, you'll learn.

Say, that reminds me,
the rule book says

never leave the scene of the
crime without reenacting it.

-Go ahead, Sherlock.
-Huh?

Oh.

Well, I'd take aim on the man
as he rides up to the barn.

Bang! I got him.

But I ain't dead sure,
so I'll lever in another shell.

Then I see some people
come a-running.

So I sneak back,
further and further back,

so they can't see me.

Ow! Oh! Doggone it.

Anything broken?

Don't think so.

But I'm sitting on something
awful sharp.

There, look.

Doggone it.

You know what this is?

I don't care, as long
as I got it out of my system.

It's a broken-off
revolver grip.

Could be the killer fell
down here, just like you did.

Well, naturally.
When I reenact a crime,

I go whole hog.

He's our man, all right.
There's no two ways about that.

The rule book says
a murderer...

[both] ...always returns
to the scene of the crime.

Yeah.

Why'd you stop me
from nailing him?

Why'd you let him
get away for?

Because it's pretty
serious business

to accuse a man of murder
unless you got positive proof.

Give a suspect enough rope
and he'll hang himself.

Yeah,
I see what you mean.

[stammers] Just set a trap
for him, like you would a rat.

Right.

Well, howdy, Mr. Todd.
What can I do for you today?

I broke my gun handle.
Can you replace it right away?

Sure thing.
Fix it right up.

How'd you break it?

On a man's head,

for not minding
his own business.

There you are, Mr. Todd.

How much?

Oh, about a dollar
and a half.

-There's two.
-Well, thanks.

Howdy, gents.
What can I do for you?

I'd like to look
at some rifle ammunition.

You have any of those
new .30-30s?

Sure thing. First batch to hit
town arrived last week.

Anybody try them yet?

Only Mr. Vic Todd.

He's the sharpest shooter
in these parts.

Why, he just left here.
Too bad you missed him.

You could have asked him
how they worked.

Maybe I will.

You just changed the grip
on his revolver, didn't you?

How'd you know?

This piece matches
the broken one, doesn't it?

If you don't mind,
I'll keep this.

-I know, but--
-You see, my hobby is collecting

broken gun handles.

[laughs]

There's some of the craziest
people in this world.

According to my deductions,

that just about cooks
Mr. Vic Todd's goose,

feathers and all.

About time to spring that
rat trap, ain't it, partner?

[Bob] This is the bullet
that killed Mr. Fremont.

And this is the shell
it came out of.

Fired from Vic Todd's gun.

I demand his arrest
on the charge of murder.

[scoffs]
I can't arrest him.

You haven't got
any proof.

All that stuff's
just circumstantial evidence.

Highly circumstantial.

You mean you refuse
to make the arrest?

Why, of course.

You can't come in here
without even an eyewitness

and expect me to cause trouble
for my--

-[Faro] My friends.
- My friends.

[man chuckles]

[door opens]

Now what'll we do?

Here's what you do:
get out of town, fast.

But why?

Because there might
be some trouble

around here first thing,
you know.

You mean
you want me to go?

You don't want me
for a partner no more?

I mean I don't want you
to get hurt, Pinky.

There's liable to be
some rough going from now on.

Yeah? Just like
the good old days,

when we stood
shoulder to shoulder.

Didn't we?

[chuckles]
All right, partner.

If that's the way
you want it.

Oh, Judge Wayne.

Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

I suppose you heard
about Mr. Fremont.

The doctor told me.

We have evidence to prove
he was killed by Vic Todd,

but the sheriff has refused
to arrest him.

Well, that doesn't
surprise me.

Maybe this will, judge.

I've changed my mind.
I'm ready to wear that badge.

I'd like to be sworn in
right away.

That is a surprise.

A most pleasant one.

Please come inside.

Oh, Bob.

-Jules and Louie here?
-No, they went to town.

Took off over the hill
from the branding fence.

You're trespassing
on private property, Mr. Bryan.

And what are you doing
toting that badge?

-Coming after you.
-Yeah? For what?

You know the answer
to that.

Are you coming
peacefully?

Get on your horse.

Here you are,
partner.

Remember next time,

it ain't healthy pointing
loaded guns at people.

Especially when you don't know
who you're pointing them at.

Now just pick it up
and hand it to me.

Gently.

So that's why you killed
Tom Fremont.

What are you getting at?

Rustle some of his stock,
didn't you?

That was our own stock
we was branding.

You'll find a "TB" on every
steer roaming our ranch.

No doubt, but didn't it
ever occur to you

that "TB" is a mighty
unhealthy brand?

-[piano music playing]
-Hey, Jules. Louie.

All right, Mr. Todd.

Pinky, you'd better take
the horses to the livery stable.

Right. And you'd better
have these keys

so you can unlock
them handcuffs.

There you are.

After you, Mr. Todd.

Come on, boy.

I have a special
prisoner for you, sheriff.

Say, now you see here,
Mr. Bryan.

You ain't got any right
to arrest this man.

I'm the only one
around these parts

that has a legal right
to arrest anybody.

Then you don't recognize
the authority

of the United States
government.

U.S. marshal?

Oh, well,
that's different.

Uh, what can I do
for you, marshal?

Lock him up.

And you'd better see that
he doesn't accidentally escape,

unless you want
to take his place in there.

Excuse me.
Uh, I mean, come along.

Hello, Faro. Sorry to bring you
such bad company.

This Mr. Todd
is a federal prisoner.

And to save you
any temptation,

I'll keep the key.

Unlock that door
and let Vic out of there.

Why, I can't do it, Louie.
I haven't got the key.

Marshal Bryan took it.

-Did you say Marshal Bryan?
-Yeah.

Vic is now a prisoner
of Uncle Sam,

and I can't do anything about
it, that is, until morning.

There's something I can
do about it, and right now.

Step back, Vic.

I'll blast this door open.

Louie, you can't
do that.

Why, it ain't legal.

And besides, it ain't going
to do Vic a bit of harm

to get a good night's sleep.

Then just let the law
take its course,

if you know what I mean.

I guess Fin's right, boys.

But I demand
a quick trial.

Don't you worry a bit
about that, now, Vic,

because you'll get it.

I'll round up a jury
the first thing in the morning.

-And an acquittal.
-And an acquittal.

[laughs]

Everything's working out
slick as a whistle, partner.

-But one thing bothers me.
-What's that?

The hand-picked plug uglies
that many sheriff will have

sitting on the jury
in that saloon.

You know they're going
to be friends of the Todds,

just like before.

This time the sheriff
is going to be relieved

of that duty
and privilege,

and the trial won't be held
in the saloon.

-What you mean?
-Well, according to the law,

judge can hold court
wherever necessary.

So in order to have
an honest jury,

we're going to visit the judge
and arrange for him

to hold court
elsewhere.

Ah. Funny, I never
thought of that.

Morning, judge.
Is everybody here?

All but the prisoner
and the marshal.

Miss Fremont went to see
what was detaining them.

I see.

Where's Bob Bryan
and the prisoner?

Barricaded in jail
and needing help.

Vic Todd's brothers and friends
have them trapped.

Well, we'll take care
of that.

Come on, men.

You'd better forget the road
and head over the hills,

or it'll be too late.

[indistinct chatter]

[gunfire]

That marshal's going
to pay for this.

Fin, you and some of the boys

get a big wagon
from the feed store.

We're crashing in.

Yes, but Louie, listen--

Do you want
that marshal dead,

or alive to be a witness
against you?

Get going.

[gunfire]

You fellas,
come with me!

Hey, what are they doing coming
up the alley with that wagon?

They're going to try
to crash in.

Hey, Faro, I'm calling on you
to return that favor.

[Faro]
It'll be a pleasure, marshal.

Release him
and give him a gun.

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Hey, pal,
that bird's flown the coop.

[gunshots]

[gunfire]

That's some shooting.

You stopped your friend
Louie Todd right in his tracks.

That's his reward
for putting me in here.

Hold you fire!
Hold it, hold it!

Hold your fire, men.

Fin Elder,

you and your men
come out in the open

with your hands held high.

I knew Rawhide was a place
to make my reputation.

Pinkerton Pratt
gets his man.

-Where's Marshal Bryan?
-Huh? Oh, him?

He's gone out
to lasso Vic Todd.

He made a getaway
during the excitement.

Since I'm the marshal's deputy
and partner,

I'll take charge
of these prisoners,

with the aid of my assistant,
Faro.

Sheriff, I want the folks
to see what you and your friends

look like on the other side
of them bars.

All right, boys,
get walking.

Come on, come on,
hurry up.

After you, sheriff.

[cackles]

With our comrades Beside us

And the bright stars To guide us

We will follow

The western trail

We'll go riding together

In all sorts of weather

While we follow

The western trail

We will ride to the end

Under skies of blue

Man to man Friend to friend

We'll always see Each other through

With the whole world Before us

We'll sing out In chorus

As we follow

The western trail