Springtime in the Sierras (1947) - full transcript
Jean Loring has her men illegally killing and selling game. Roy suspects her and gets himself invited to stay at her ranch. Investigating he finds the freezer where the slaughtered game are kept. But he is caught, tied up, and left to freeze.
[music playing]
-Roy!
Hey, Roy!
Look!
-Oh, we're not
going to hurt you.
Watch him on that side!
Easy now, little fella.
-Golly, first fawn
of the season.
Must be spring.
-What's the matter,
little fella?
You lost?
-Something must have
happened to his mother.
She wouldn't leave
him out here alone.
-Well, what do we do?
We can't desert him, the
coyotes will get him, sure.
-You know, when I was
a kid around here,
old Cap Foster had
a place near here
where he took care
of all the wounded
animals and little
strays like this.
Us kids used to call
it The Cap Sanitarium.
Here, hand him up to me.
Tell the boys to take the
horses all up to The Lazy W.
I'll be up there
in a little while.
-All right.
-Take it easy, old girl.
You look like you're badly hurt.
Now, hold still.
[bird squawking]
-Hiya, Jimmy.
I thought you'd remember me.
-Roy!
-Hiya, Cap.
-What are you doing out here?
-I'm delivering some
horses for The Lazy W.
I brought you a patient.
-Well, let me have
the little fella.
-I knew I'd find you up here
taking care of the animals.
-You'll always
find me here, Roy.
-Look, it must be his mother.
-No doubt it is.
-What happened to her, Cap?
-She's been shot.
Guess she dragged
herself up here
to see if I could help her.
I don't know how
badly she's hurt yet.
-Shot?
Well, this isn't deer season.
-I know, but this is the
work of professional hunters.
You know, I retired from the
army nearly 20 years ago,
but these killers started
slaughtering so much game
that they deputized me
to help track them down.
-You mean it's a business?
-Big business.
There's millions in it
and it's well organized.
They're wiping out the
natural game and wildlife
of this country faster
than it can be replaced.
What happened to
this old girl is
happening to thousands of
deer in the United States.
They're being slaughtered by
these professional hunters
using every legal method
in, or out of season.
Ducks, geese and other
game birds of America
are recklessly
destroyed and sold
to fancy clubs in
all the large cities.
-The people who buy
this outlawed game
are as guilty as
you who kill it.
By killing game
out of season, you
are robbing every American
boy of his natural heritage
to hunt as a sport as
protected by the law.
It is people like you
who slaughtered up
the buffalo and the wild pigeon
until they have completely
disappeared.
In passing sentence, it is
the opinion of this court
that racketeers
of your type must
be exposed as the lowest,
most contemptible breed
of all criminals.
-That's a pretty
bad situation, Cap.
I don't blame you for coming
back into this service.
Is there anything
I can do to help?
-Not now, Roy.
Maybe later.
I think I'm getting
closer to these killers.
-Poor old girl.
-So you sold some horses
to The Lazy W, eh?
I been wondering what
they were planning to do.
-I guess they're
going to raise a few.
Oh, by the way,
how are the kids?
-They're not kids anymore, Roy.
Wait until you see them!
Of course you and the boys
are planning to stay with us.
-We wouldn't stay anyplace else.
-You know, Roy, whenever I
have to do something like this,
it makes me more
determined to round up
the ones responsible
for these killing.
-I understand, Cap.
She's hurt so badly, it's
the only humane thing to do.
We'll see you this evening.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
-Another one of our
pals gone, Snoopy.
That's all right, we'll
take care of the little one,
won't we?
[music playing]
-Catch that big sorrow
and bring him over here.
-Well, we got him here OK, Roy.
-Good.
-Ms. Loring, Roy Rogers.
-So nice to meet you.
-How do you do?
-This is Matt Wilkes,
my ranch foreman.
-Hiya, Matt.
-Glad to know you.
-The boys told me about
finding a little fawn.
Where you able to its mother?
-Yes.
She dragged herself
up to the sanitarium
where Cap Foster looks after
all the animals around here.
She'd been shot by
some hunters and was
hurt so badly that she
had to be destroyed.
-How terrible.
I don't understand how people
can do things like that.
Poor little fawn.
-Oh, he'll be all right.
Cap Foster will look after him.
-The horses look fine.
If you step inside,
I'll pay for them now.
I'd like to buy the
pinto pony, too.
-Oh, no.
He's not for sale.
-Oh?
-Get all the horses
into the corral, fellas.
[cheering]
-Let's go!
Lead us back, Roy!
Come on, Roy!
-Don't spend all that
money in one place.
-Hey you, Rogers.
I told you, years
ago, what I was
going to do to you the
next time I saw you.
-Yeah, I remember and I still
don't think you can do it.
[music playing]
-Go get him!
-That a boy!
-You feel like giving up?
-Not yet!
-Oh, you've got it now!
You've got it!
-No, he ain't!
No, he's not yet.
Lacks that much,
lacks that much.
Hey!
Help!
Get me out of here!
-Come on out of there!
-Still think you
can do it, Burt?
-Yeah, I think I could
with a little help.
-You're a little bigger and
tougher than you used to be.
-Hey, you guys don't get out
of the middle of the road,
you're both going to
need a lot of help!
[cars honking]
[music playing]
[duck quacking]
-Hurry up, Cookie, before one
of these ducks lays an egg!
-This'll make the
magazine cover for sure!
There.
I think I'm all ready now.
Let me see.
Lights, lamps-- oh, shucks.
I forgot the flash powder.
-That's it.
There.
Come on, that's it.
Big eyes, teeth.
Now, you smile pretty and
I'll blow the mating call.
-Now, you two!
Cut out that love stuff!
[quacking sound]
-Help!
Help!
Help!
Oh!
[groaning]
-You and your mating call!
-You mean, me and my
home made flash powder!
[duck quacking]
-Roy!
-Hiya, Cookie!
-Doggone, am I glad to see you.
You're sure lucky you
weren't here a minute ago.
We had the awfulest explosion
you ever did hear or see.
-You ought to be
more careful, Cookie.
What's a matter, sis?
-Nothing that can't be fixed.
Roy Rogers, if this
thing was loaded,
you'd hear another
explosion around here.
-Hiya, Taffy.
-Hello, Roy.
-Aw!
-Gee, you look good.
It's been a long time.
-Yeah.
You haven't changed much.
Your face was dirty the
last time I saw you.
-Yeah, I guess it was.
-I brought you a present.
-You did?
-Mmhmm.
-Well, where is it?
-Outside.
-Oh, Roy, you
didn't-- it isn't--
-Don't you remember
what I promised you?
-Oh, Roy.
-[IN UNISON] The pinto pony!
-Hello, everybody.
-Hello, Jean.
-Hello.
-So nice to see you again, Roy.
-Oh, I see you two
know each other.
-Oh, yes.
Quite well.
Oh, been hunting?
-Um, you'll have to pardon us.
Come on, Roy.
-Excuse me.
-Would you mind
holding this for me?
Thank you.
[duck quacking]
-Here, I'll take it.
-Mr. Bullfincher,
will you please
develop this negative for me?
-Surely.
Have em' ready next week.
-Thank you.
-Burt, come to
the ranch tonight.
I want to talk to you.
-Sure, Jean.
I'll be there.
-Here, Cookie.
Catch!
See you!
[duck quacking]
-Oh!
No eggs!
[music playing]
-[SINGING] When each
new day is born,
I go riding where the wide open
plains I roam until the sun
through the hill goes riding.
There will always be someone
glad when I come home.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] Oh, a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
There's a tired pony
glad that it's over.
With a song in my
heart, so am I.
For tonight we'll be
dreaming of clover
and we always will
until the day we die.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] Oh, a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
Home we go.
-Ha, ha.
Haven't heard you sing
like that for years, Roy.
You know, these two
used to sing together
in The Mountain View Choir.
Like little angels up there.
-Yeah, but they wasn't.
Remember the time we tied
the long rope around the--
-Never mind, Cookie.
-Boys, how about singing
something soft and pretty
for Cap?
-How about Seeing Nelly Home.
-That's still your
favorite, isn't it?
-Always will be.
Snoopy's favorite, too.
[music playing]
-I'll bet that song puts Cap
to sleep just like it used to.
-Roy, I've got to talk to you.
-Well, now, nothing could
be as serious as you sound.
-It is serious.
It's about Burt.
-Is he in some kind of trouble?
-No.
That is, I don't know.
Somehow he's changed
a lot lately.
-Of course he's
changed, he's grown up.
-I know, but it isn't that.
I've raised him
since his folks died
and we've always been
so close to each other.
He doesn't talk to me
anymore like he used to.
-Well, he's just young.
You remember how
wild and harum scarum
I was when I was his age.
-But Burt has more money
than he should have
and he spends most of
it on that Jean Loring.
-He's big enough to
take care of himself.
Besides, Jean seems like
a pretty nice girl to me.
But if it'll make
you feel any better,
I'll have a talk with him and
if there is anything wrong,
maybe he'll tell me.
-Thanks, Roy.
And thank you for that pony.
He's wonderful.
-How about us trying
him out in the morning?
-It's a date.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
[music playing]
-[SINGING IN UNISON] It's
springtime in the Sierras.
-Well, how do you
like him by now?
-Oh, what do you think?
-I'm sorry we missed Cap
up at his sanitarium.
-Yeah, so am I. He's
usually there in the morning
to feed the animals.
What'd you find?
Gold?
-No, brass.
This shell is from a
high powered rifle.
And it was fired this morning.
-But, Roy, the hunting
season's closed.
[gun shots]
-Listen.
[gun shots]
-That deer wasn't grazing,
he's being chased.
See if you can find
Cap and bring him here.
I might need him.
-OK.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
-I jumped two of them on
this side of the draw.
-Yeah, we did all right today.
That bigger kid can
sure smell them out.
-Hey, Matt.
-Where have you been?
You're wet!
Where's your horse?
-I turned him loose.
Somebody was chasing me!
-Who was it?
Who was it?
-Roy Rogers.
But he didn't get close enough
to recognize me, honest, Matt!
-Yeah?
When friend's get nosy, we
don't treat them like friends
anymore.
-Oh, but, Matt, listen--
-Shut up.
You can go back with us.
-All right, all of you!
Drop those guns!
Get your hands up!
Quick!
Higher!
I'd just soon kill you in cold
blood like you do those deer.
It's time I caught up
with you filthy cowards.
Using silencers, telescope
sites, camouflage jackets,
a fine bunch.
-Oh, but listen, Cap--
-Shut up, Burt.
-Yes.
There's nothing you can say.
I'm sorry you're in this, Burt.
It's too bad.
A young fellow like you get
mixed up in this sort of thing.
After what your
sister's gone through
to raise you to be a decent man.
I'd do anything not to
hurt your sister, Burt,
but you're going to have to come
along with the rest of them.
It's the end of a
long, bloody trail.
All right, get your horses.
Let's get out of here.
-Drop that gun, Captain Foster.
Put up your hands!
-I was afraid this would
happen sooner or later.
Pick up your guns, boys.
I'll give you a
chance to explain.
This is going to
hurt a little bit.
[gun shot]
-Cap!
-Burt!
-Cap!
-Get up.
One more break like that
and you won't be able to.
-You didn't have to murder him!
-I didn't murder him.
Take him over to that place
where he feeds the animals
and put this in his hand.
Now, get this straight.
Captain Foster just
accidentally shot himself.
-Hello, Burt.
-Hello, Roy.
-Burt, I want to talk to you.
-What do you want?
-Were you riding the
horse this morning
with the R brand on him?
-No, I wasn't.
Anything else?
-No, that's all except
that Cap Foster's dead.
-How'd it happen?
-He accidentally shot himself.
Found him up at his sanitarium.
You better go in
and see your sister.
She's taken it pretty badly.
-Sure, Roy.
-The Lord giveth and
the Lord taketh away.
Amen.
-[SINGING] Amen.
[music playing]
[music - "seeing nelly home"]
-Well, that's all,
Cap, except there's
going to be a lot
of us miss you.
There's going to be a lot of
the animals miss you, too, Cap,
but you can rest easy because
I'll come up here every evening
and take care of them
just like you did.
[squirrel chirping]
-You, too, Snoopy.
-Boys, I think we ought
to stick around a few days
and fix the place up a
little for Taffy and Burt.
-[IN UNISON] Yeah,
that's a good idea.
-Yes, it is.
Say, it was sure swell of Cap to
leave those two kids the ranch.
-Hey, Roy, here's those
pictures you wanted.
-Thanks.
Hello, Jimmy.
Boys, I think Cap
Foster was murdered.
-Murdered?
-Cap Foster was the safest
man in the world with a gun.
You know that, Cookie.
-The coroner said
the bullet that
killed him came
from his own gun.
-The gun was fired
right against his chest,
powder burns proved that.
-And he was left hand.
-That's right.
-Well, whoever shot him
and left him laying up here
didn't know that.
They place the gun
in his right hand.
-Woo wee.
We ought to tell the Sheriff.
-Not yet, Cookie.
-But if he was murdered,
he oughta know.
-Yeah!
-Let the law catch him!
-Wait a minute.
We've got to make sure
we're right first, so
fellas, don't say a word
about this to anybody.
-OK.
-All right.
-If you say so.
[giggling]
-Snoopy!
Come on, get out of there!
You can't spend the
winter in there, now.
-Hello, Burt.
-Hi.
-Nice load this
week, thanks to you.
-Jean, I came over to tell you,
I can't work for you anymore.
-Burt says he can't
work for us anymore.
-What's the matter, Burt?
Aren't you happy?
Don't we treat you right?
-Oh, it's not that.
I've got to run the ranch
that Cap left us now and well,
I won't have time.
-I think you'll find time, Burt.
Don't forget how you and
your sister got that ranch.
-And I wish we didn't have it.
I can't sleep nights.
I keep thinking of-- ow!
-Any time you get
tired of your job
here, just remember that you're
an accessory to Cap Foster's
unfortunate accident.
-But I'm afraid of Roy.
He saw me that day and I
know he suspects something.
He may trail me again.
-Maybe he will trail you again.
Maybe we want him
to trail you again.
It'll be the last
trailing he ever does.
-Oh, but Roy is my--
-You see, we can't
afford to lose you now.
We've got too much tied up
in all this and so have you.
I have a few plans for this
community and they include you.
You run up to the house
now and wait for me.
I have some money for you.
-OK, Jean.
-Sure, Burt.
Everything's going to
be all right, forget it!
-He don't seem to be so
stuck on you anymore.
-Oh, he'll be OK.
I guess the funeral got him.
-What's this plans for
the community stuff.
-I'm going to give a
big charity social here,
at The Lazy W. It's to be a
basket party with the proceeds
to go to a memorial
fund for Captain Foster.
-Are you crazy?
Do you want this place
overrun with yokels?
You know how nosy
people can get.
-Sometimes I wonder what
you use for brains, Matt.
Don't you see, this will
make us established,
respected members
of this community.
It's just the old con game.
Make people like you and
they'll believe anything.
It's going to be
a wonderful party.
We might even have
a kissing booth!
[music playing]
[laughter]
-Well, folks.
First, before we
auction off the lunches,
I think we ought to thank
our hostess, Ms. Jean Loring,
for a swell party.
[applause]
-Now, I got a surprise for you.
A couple of folks here
have prepared a song.
Our own Taffy Baker and a
boy that you'll remember that
used to sing around here
in the choir, Roy Rogers.
Roy, let's give them a hand
and have some nice fun.
-[SINGING] I took a trip to
Mexico to spend a week, or two.
And there I met the finest
fellow that I ever knew.
His name was Pedro
from Acapulco and he
goes about just
singing all the day.
He is Pedro from
Acapulco and his song
will surely win your heart away.
The girls adore him,
keep waiting for him,
for he brings a little
sunshine when he smiles.
And when he goes strolling
by all the senoritas cry.
Viva, Pedro from Acapulco.
He's singing all day long
his merry little song
and who can say it's wrong?
Viva, Pedro from Acapulco.
-[SINGING IN SPANISH]
-The sooner we get rid of
that cowhand, the better.
I've got a ways of doing it
so no one will ever know.
-Not until I say so.
Two accidents around here in
a row might not look so good.
We can't stand any
investigations.
-That's what I mean.
Rogers is a nosy amateur.
-That's why I want to find
out just how much he knows
before anything happens to him.
-[SINGING IN SPANISH]
-Thanks, Taffy!
And thanks, Roy!
And now, folks, we've come
to the most important part
of the whole evening, food!
Each one of these
little lunch baskets
has got the name of
a girl who fixed it.
And the highest bidder
gets to share it with her.
Here's a little--
little basket that's
got a lot of big
surprises with it.
And you'll never
guess who made it.
[owl hooting]
-No, that's a surprise.
[owl hooting]
-You better get out of here
before somebody puts you
in a cigar.
[owl hooting]
-All right, who'll start it out?
How much am I offering?
-$1!
-$1 I've got!
Who'll make it $2?
Do I hear $2?
-Only $2!
-No, no!
-Come on, make it $3!
-$3!
-$3!
Do I hear $4?
Who'll make it $4?
Sold for $3!
Ms. Willow Crunch!
-Here I am, here I am!
Here!
-There he is!
[laughing]
-Oh, you big, handsome man!
Handsome man!
-Nothing but olives!
She's on a diet!
[laughing]
-Now, here's a little goody.
Ah, smells like real living!
Let's don't be cheap.
Come on, start it
off with a big bid!
Which one of you
gents will make it $2?
Take a chance and see what
lovely lady made this one!
All right, who's
going to start it off?
How much am I offered?
-$1000!
-One thou-- Oh.
$1 the man bid.
Who'll make it $2?
-$10!
-Roy!
-Sold!
-That's not my lunch!
-It isn't?
Wonder who's it is.
-Jean Loring!
-Right here!
-Here's a lunch fit for a king!
Let me take a peek,
see what's in here.
-You want to sit here?
-You'll never guess!
-It's awfully noisy out here.
-It sure is.
-Let's go into the
house where it's quiet.
-Fine.
-$1!
-$1 the man says.
Who will make it $4?
-$1!
-Brother, you bought something.
Bring me the dollar.
-Just put the lunch
down on the table.
I'll stir up the fire a little.
-This party of yours
is a fine thing, Jean.
I'm sure Cap Foster's
friends all appreciate it.
-I hope so.
It's the least I can do.
[music playing]
-I see you like guns.
-Yes, my father taught
me to shoot and ride
when I was a little girl.
-I'll bet he did a
good job of it, too.
-This one's a beauty.
It was made in Austria
before the war.
Handles well and
hits like a cannon.
-Do you have trouble
finding ammunition for it?
-Yes.
That's why I don't use it often.
I'm starving.
You spread the lunch and
I'll go get some coffee.
[music playing]
-Let's have some food now.
-Good.
-Tuna or chicken?
-Either one.
I'm not fussy.
-Sorry it isn't
something more solid.
-So am I. A little cold
venison would be good.
-Isn't there a season
of some kind on deer?
-Yes, but the deer
don't know it.
Neither do the
people who buy them.
-The law does.
-Really?
Well, that's interesting.
-Depends on what
you're interested in.
-Right now, it's food.
-Thanks for taking my plate.
-Come on, break it up!
How long can a guy
live without breathing?
-Step aside, boy.
Let a man get with it!
-Now wait a minute, Pat!
Let's be humane about this.
All right.
-Well, one thing
about that Jean,
she sure knows how
to throw a party.
-Yes, her talents seem to
run in many directions.
-You know, Taffy, I think you're
getting just a little jealous
and there's no reason for it.
-That was a swell lunch, Jean.
-Thanks.
-Too bad Burt didn't get it.
-Why Burt?
-He seems to be pretty
interested in you.
-Oh, Burt?
He used to be around here a
lot, but it was just puppy love.
-Oh?
-We'd better get
back to the party.
After all, I am the hostess.
-My hat.
-Excuse me.
-Oh, Bob?
-Pardon.
-Do me a favor and
round up the boys
and play that old tune that
Cap likes so well, will you?
-Right now?
-Mmhmm.
-I'm going to get
my coat and go home.
-Taffy, now wait a minute!
-Well, Burt, how'd
you like your lunch?
-Oh, OK, I guess.
[music playing]
-It's funny they should
play that old tune.
Sure brings back memories.
-Burt, I'd like to talk
to you, do you mind?
-No, go ahead, Roy.
-You know, you told me you
weren't riding an R brand
horse the other
morning, remember?
-That's right.
-You were lying, Burt.
Why?
-What do you mean?
Listen, Roy, why don't
you go back to your ranch
instead of looking for trouble?
-Because I like it
here and because
I'm going to find out who
killed Captain Foster.
-The coroner said he
was killed accidentally.
-That's not so and you know it.
-Are you accusing me?
-You got the ranch, didn't you?
-Roy!
Stop it!
Stop it!
You know you can whip him!
-Leave us alone, sis.
I started this and I'm
going to finish it.
-Burt, what's wrong with you?
You're acting like a child.
-They're not children.
Leave them alone!
-Take your hands off me!
-Take it easy, kid.
-Leave me alone, Matt.
-This makes you a pretty
brave guy, don't it, Rogers.
-Stay out of this, Matt.
I can fight my own battles.
-Sure, sure.
I know.
Why don't you pick on
somebody your own size?
-What are you sticking
your nose into this for?
This fight isn't
between you two.
-It's all right, Cookie.
He's big enough.
-Burt!
-Yeah, sis?
-Take me home!
Please, take me home!
[screaming]
-Come on!
-Come on, Roy!
Come on, boy!
-Hey, who you shoving, Betty?
-Come on-- Come on, Roy!
Come on--
[cheering]
[screaming]
-Nice going, Roy.
-Take him back to the bunkhouse,
boys, and get him cleaned up.
-I'm sorry about this, Jean.
-Never mind.
Thanks for teaching
Matt a lesson.
He had no business interfering.
-Come on, fellas,
[inaudible] up the joint.
Let's get the party started.
Come on, Bob!
Everybody, listen!
-Aw!
-What does your fortune
say today, Cookie?
-Huh?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing.
-Never trust a fat man.
Oh, now, Roy.
You know, you never can
believe one of those things.
Come on in.
Roy, I sure hate
to say this to you,
but you sure made it a fool out
of yourself at Jean's social.
What you said to Burt
was a little rough.
-That's what I want to
talk to you about, Cookie.
I did it on purpose.
I had to find out,
for sure, about Burt.
-Burt?
You mean he's mixed up in
Cap's murder and everything?
-I'm afraid he is.
-Why that little--
-What do you know about Jean
Loring and her friend Matt?
-Oh, nothing much, just
accept they come out here
from somewhere in the east.
I got a lease on
The Lazy W for them
and they put in
some improvements
and some new equipment.
Got the place
looking right nice.
-What kind of equipment?
-Oh, the average stuff.
It was pretty run down.
Seems to me that Gus down
at the transfer company did
say they shipped in the
largest refrigerating plant
that he ever did haul.
-Refrigerating plant?
-Yeah.
I guess them city folks
like that frozen food.
-They might use it for storage.
-Oh, not that much.
They raise horses, not beef.
-They could store things
worth a lot more than beef.
Like geese and
ducks and venison.
-Yeah.
Hey, look at this.
-It's Burt.
-They sure talking
turkey to him.
-I think we better
do the same thing.
-Here it is, Taffy.
648.
Want me to get it for you?
-No thanks, Pat.
I'll get it.
-[INTO PHONE] 648, please.
-Hello?
-Hello, Lazy W?
Oh.
Well, this is Taffy Baker.
Could I please speak to
my brother, Ms. Loring?
-Just a moment.
Oh, Burt?
-What is it?
-You're wanted on the telephone.
It's your sister.
-Oh.
-Hello.
Yes, of course I'm all right.
-Well, when are you coming home?
Burt!
Burt, you can't mean-- hello?
Hello, Burt?
-What's the matter?
Anything wrong?
-He said he's not coming home.
He hung up on me.
-Where are you going?
-To The Lazy W to see Burt.
-You want someone to
go along with you?
-No thanks, Pat.
This is a private affair.
-Hi, fellas.
-Hello, Roy.
-Where's Burt?
-Still up at The Lazy W.
Says he's not coming back.
-Does Taffy know?
-Yes, she's on her
way up there now.
-You better wait here, Cookie.
[music playing]
-Taffy!
Hey, Taffy!
Wait a minute!
-Go away!
-I want to talk to you!
-Go away and leave me alone!
-Come on, boy!
-Put me down!
Put me down!
-Wait a minute, Taffy!
-Haven't you caused
me enough trouble?
Put me down!
-But you can't go up
there, you'd be in danger
and so would Burt.
-Why?
-Because Cap Foster
was murdered.
-Murdered?
Cap, murdered?
-Yes and I think Burt
knows who did it.
-Oh, Roy.
How would Burt know about it?
-I don't know, but that's
what I have to find out
and I might need
your help, Taffy.
-Oh, sure, Roy.
[phone ringing]
-Hello?
Yeah.
Just a minute.
It's Cookie.
Ask him if he knows
where Rogers is.
-Hello, this is Jean.
Have you seen Roy?
He's there.
And my pictures are ready?
-Uh huh.
They're all ready.
-I'll be right down for them.
Thank you very much.
What a break for us, Matt.
Hang on, I'll be right back.
-Roy, this is just like messing
around with a bear trap.
-There's nothing else
I can do, Cookie.
If they're setting
a trap for me,
I'll just have to be
lucky and spring it first.
-That's all right, if
you're tired of living.
-Did you ever hear of
the wooden horse of Troy?
-Huh?
-You remember that
old story of how
the Greeks captured
the city of Troy?
They built a big wooden horse,
put some soldiers inside of it.
The people of Troy
didn't know they
were in there, pulled
it inside the gates.
When night came, the
soldiers came out
and captured the place.
-Well, where you going
to get a horse that big?
-Maybe Trigger's big enough.
-Well, how you going
to hide in Trig-- Oh,
ain't going to hide
me in no horse.
Besides, I don't think
Trigger would like it.
-Here she is now.
-Don't forget to
turn on the charm.
-Don't you forget to
play the right notes.
[music playing]
-[SINGING] With a little
imagination anyone can dream
a bit.
And this farm of recreation
has never heard anyone yet.
Imagine me as a city dude with
a silk hat, cane, and spats.
Oh, what a picture I would make.
-[SINGING] Say,
ain't he the cats!
-[SINGING] Imagine me as a
jungle gent fighting lions just
for fun.
[growling] -[SINGING] Oh,
what a picture I would make.
-[SINGING] Say,
ain't he the one.
-[SINGING] I'm Corporal Roy,
I'm a drummer boy back in '76.
Or I can be just a jitterbug
dancing to some hot licks.
-Ga voot!
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Imagine
us as a bride and groom
as the marriage vows we make.
Oh, what a picture
we would take--
-[SINGING] If the
camera didn't break!
[laughter]
-I got your pictures of
the party all finished.
They turned out swell.
-Well, thanks so
much for calling me.
-Here you are.
That'll be $1.
Thank you.
-There you are.
-Hello, Taffy.
-Don't you hello me, Roy Rogers.
You'll find your
luggage out front.
-But he can't stay here, Taffy.
-You keep out of this, Cookie.
-Yes, ma'am.
-I don't care if I
never see you again.
[crashing]
-She'll never get over this.
Neither will that door.
-I think you're right, Cookie.
-Well, gee, Roy.
I haven't got any room here.
-Yeah, I know.
-The invitation to The
Lazy W is still open.
-I wouldn't want
to put you out any.
-You wouldn't, there's
plenty of room.
Why don't you get your things
and we'll ride out together.
-You just talked him into it.
Why don't you, Roy?
-All right.
Thanks.
I'll see you later, Cookie.
-Yeah.
-Hey, Cookie.
-It's you, Taffy!
I didn't know you in the outfit.
-Well, how's I do?
-You did swell.
I think we sold her.
I think you over
did it on the door.
If I'd have known, I would have
charged her $4 for the picture.
-Matt, we have a guest.
Roy is going to stay
with us for a few days.
-Sorry about the
other day, Rogers.
I kind of lost my head, I guess.
But you're more than welcome
here as far as I'm concerned.
-Well, I've forgotten
about that, Matt.
-Why don't you take your
things over to the bunk house?
I'll see you later.
-Thanks, Jean.
-Well, that was easy.
-Sure.
-You know, I think
he kind of likes you.
-Really?
Maybe he'll change his mind.
[laughing]
-Oh, that sure was good.
[chattering]
-Woo ooh!
Why, you didn't eat!
-Yeah, I know, Cookie.
I'm not very hungry.
I'm worried about Roy.
He said he'd phone an hour ago.
-Don't worry about it.
-Don't worry about him.
-Give him a little time.
He'll call.
-Well, I hope so.
-Why don't you run on, Taffy?
We'll do the dishes,
won't we boys?
-Oh, sure.
-Don't we always?
-Yeah, but let's get going.
[music playing]
-[SINGING] Now, listen,
all you renegades,
to what I've got to say.
You better start to settle
down and save your extra pay.
In 45, or 50 years, we'll
all be old and grey.
Did any of you
ever stop to think,
what are you going to do then?
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Oh, what
are you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When you are
old, your feet get cold.
Pat, what you going to do then?
-[SINGING] If I keep
packing this heavy load,
I'll be all wrinkled like a
horny toad and they'll use
my ribs for a scrubbing board
when I get old and grey.
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Oh, what
are you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When your bones
all rattle and you can't herd
cattle, Hugh, what are
you going to do then?
-[SINGING] Well, I'll learn
the lingo of the Choctaw,
and then I'll marry
me an Indian squall,
so we can live with her ma and
pa when I get old and grey.
-[SINGING] Oh, what are
you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When you're down
and out with the pain in gout,
Cookie, got any ideas?
-I'll sing as sweet as an
old bullfrog, eat skeet,
or skoot and pollywogs and sleep
all winter in a holly log when
I get old and grey.
-[SINGING] Oh, that's what
we're going to do then.
Oh, that's what we're
going to do then.
When the bones all rattle
and they can't herd cattle,
that's what we're
going to do then!
[crashing]
-Cookie!
-It wasn't my fault.
I was crow-- see, I
didn't break all of--
[crashing]
-Oh!
-I'm so nervous now,
I-- Oh, Cookie, I
wish you'd stop clowning.
[sound of machinery]
-Go on in.
Take a good look.
-Yes, it's venison and we
get a fancy price for it.
That's what you were
looking for, isn't it?
-This is what Cap
Foster was looking for.
-That's right.
You know what happened to him.
-You can't shoot me.
Even if you made this one
look like an accident, too,
there would be an investigation.
You don't want that.
-Get a rope, Matt.
We have no intention
of shooting you.
Take off your coat, Rogers.
[music playing]
-Don't shoot!
Get the boys!
-It's a good thing I
got back here in time,
or you'd be up on one
of those meat hooks.
-Yeah.
I was doing all right.
When he gets good
and cold, there
won't be a coroner
in the state could
tell what happened to him.
He'll just be found dead
somewhere out in the hills.
No bullet holes, no nothing.
-Hey, Jean.
-Yeah?
-I forgot to tell you.
The boys said Burt
packed up and left.
-When?
-About a half hour ago.
-Well, why didn't you tell me?
-What chance did I have?
-We've got to stop
that kid somehow.
He's about ready to break.
I have a hunch where
he'll go before he leaves.
Get your horse.
-You still like me,
don't you, Snoopy?
[bird squawking]
-Hello, Jimmy.
I just came up to say
goodbye to Cap and you.
Want to shake
hands, say goodbye?
That a boy.
-Oh, now.
Don't you worry.
Cookie and sis are going
to take good care you.
Up you go.
[music playing]
-Hello, Burt.
Going somewhere?
-Yeah, I'm clearing out.
-Don't you think we
ought to talk about it?
-You've already done
too much talking to me.
You said you were only going to
kill game, but you killed Cap.
-I'm sorry, Burt, but I had to.
-But somebody will find out.
-If it's Roy you're worried
about, you can forget it.
Soon he'll never
leave the ranch alive.
-Roy?
Well, you can't do that, Jean.
You've got let Roy go!
I'll take the blame
for killing Cap.
-What's eating you, kid?
-I can't sleep nights thinking
of Cap lying out there
with a bullet through him.
Oh, I know, it's
partly my fault,
but I'll take all the
blame, if you let Roy go.
I don't want that to be
on my conscience, too.
-I'm afraid it's a little
late for that, Burt.
Roy knows everything and
he'll never keep quiet.
Isn't that right?
-Sure.
Maybe Burt would like to
have a little talk with Roy
and get straightened
out in his own mind.
Get on your horse.
[music playing]
-Roy!
Roy!
Roy, are you-- you
dirty murderers!
-You double crossing, little--
-I'll check your coat for you.
-Jean!
Jean, if you shot Roy
like you did Cap--
-Shut up!
-Your friends taking
a little nap now.
When he wakes up, you two
can have your little talk.
-This is better
than you deserve.
I understand freezing's
an easy way to die.
-Ms. Loring?
You're wanted on the telephone.
-Well, thanks.
I'll take it out here.
-Hello?
-Hello, Ms. Loring?
Well, this is Taffy Baker.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
Are Roy and Burt there?
-No.
I haven't seen either of them.
-Oh, I see.
You haven't seen them at all?
No.
No, nothing important.
Thank you very much.
I can't understand it.
She wouldn't even
let me talk to Roy.
[chattering]
-Well, maybe she
had a good reason.
-Cookie, can't we do something?
-Saddle up, boys.
I got an idea.
-Where you going?
-I'm going down to
transfer company
to talk to Gus about
a wooden horse.
-A wooden horse?
-Sounds crazy to me,
too, but let's get going.
-Hiya, Burt.
-Roy!
I thought you were--
-No.
I never felt better in my life.
-I'm sorry about
everything, Roy.
I told them I'd take the
blame if they let you go.
-Forget it, Burt.
Right now, our problem
is to get out of here.
I'm getting the handle of this.
You got a match?
-No, but there's a lighter
in my right hip pocket.
I'll see if I can get it.
-Over a little bit, Burt.
-I got it.
-Burt?
This isn't going to be much fun.
I think I can burn
the rope in two
without hurting you too much.
-Sure, Roy.
Go ahead.
It's better than freezing here.
-I'll try it here,
but your wrists.
Maybe I can do it without
catching your clothes on fire.
-Roy?
-Yeah.
-I saw them shoot Cap.
-Who?
-Jean.
Cap caught us red handed.
They never gave him a chance.
-Butchers.
They deserve the same thing.
Can you take it a couple
of seconds more, Burt?
-Keep going.
-There it is.
[music playing]
-Here, you better put this on.
This place is built
like a fort and we
might be here for quite awhile.
One good thing, this
door swings out.
We might be able to use this.
Give me a hand.
We can use thing
for a battering ram.
-That makes a lot of noise, Roy.
-Well, we can't help it.
We got to get out of here.
-Come on, Cookie!
Can't you go any faster?
-Not without a pilot's
license, I can't.
-The lock's giving.
A couple more times
ought to do it.
-Ms. Loring!
-There's some rifles
in the tack room.
-Good!
[music playing]
-It's just around the bend.
-Hold this, I'll
saddle your horse.
-Block the other entrance.
-Thanks, Burt, but you
didn't have to do that.
-Roy-- Roy, I
can't move my legs.
Am I hurt bad?
-We'll get out of here, Burt.
Take it easy.
-Tell Taffy I'm sorry
about everything
and take care of her.
Roy.
I still think I can whip you.
-Sure, you can, Burt.
Why, in no time, you'll be--
[music playing]
-Back end's covered now.
-Get on the other side of
the fence and cover me.
I'm going in.
You stay here, this
may be a little rough.
[music playing]
-Don't let him get away!
-Look out!
-End of the line!
Come on out, if
you're still able!
-Hey, Cookie!
They've taken the North Trail.
-Come on out, boys!
-Hurry up, fellas!
[music playing]
-Hey, Taffy!
Like this!
-I did it.
Looks like she's going to
need some beauty treatments.
-Where she's going, they
don't give beauty treatments.
-You know, Roy, I've lived
in the west all my life,
I never saw so many people
chasing so many people!
[owl hooting]
[music playing]
-[SINGING] Now, the long day
is through on the prairie.
There's a low hanging
sun in the sky.
Down the home
corral we will carry
and we'll sing of the round
ups in the days gone by.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] For a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell,
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
-We're going to miss
you around here, Roy.
-The boys are going
to miss you, too.
-The boys?
-So am I, Taffy.
-All right, break it up.
[MUSIC "SPRING TIME IN THE
SIERRAS"]
-Roy!
Hey, Roy!
Look!
-Oh, we're not
going to hurt you.
Watch him on that side!
Easy now, little fella.
-Golly, first fawn
of the season.
Must be spring.
-What's the matter,
little fella?
You lost?
-Something must have
happened to his mother.
She wouldn't leave
him out here alone.
-Well, what do we do?
We can't desert him, the
coyotes will get him, sure.
-You know, when I was
a kid around here,
old Cap Foster had
a place near here
where he took care
of all the wounded
animals and little
strays like this.
Us kids used to call
it The Cap Sanitarium.
Here, hand him up to me.
Tell the boys to take the
horses all up to The Lazy W.
I'll be up there
in a little while.
-All right.
-Take it easy, old girl.
You look like you're badly hurt.
Now, hold still.
[bird squawking]
-Hiya, Jimmy.
I thought you'd remember me.
-Roy!
-Hiya, Cap.
-What are you doing out here?
-I'm delivering some
horses for The Lazy W.
I brought you a patient.
-Well, let me have
the little fella.
-I knew I'd find you up here
taking care of the animals.
-You'll always
find me here, Roy.
-Look, it must be his mother.
-No doubt it is.
-What happened to her, Cap?
-She's been shot.
Guess she dragged
herself up here
to see if I could help her.
I don't know how
badly she's hurt yet.
-Shot?
Well, this isn't deer season.
-I know, but this is the
work of professional hunters.
You know, I retired from the
army nearly 20 years ago,
but these killers started
slaughtering so much game
that they deputized me
to help track them down.
-You mean it's a business?
-Big business.
There's millions in it
and it's well organized.
They're wiping out the
natural game and wildlife
of this country faster
than it can be replaced.
What happened to
this old girl is
happening to thousands of
deer in the United States.
They're being slaughtered by
these professional hunters
using every legal method
in, or out of season.
Ducks, geese and other
game birds of America
are recklessly
destroyed and sold
to fancy clubs in
all the large cities.
-The people who buy
this outlawed game
are as guilty as
you who kill it.
By killing game
out of season, you
are robbing every American
boy of his natural heritage
to hunt as a sport as
protected by the law.
It is people like you
who slaughtered up
the buffalo and the wild pigeon
until they have completely
disappeared.
In passing sentence, it is
the opinion of this court
that racketeers
of your type must
be exposed as the lowest,
most contemptible breed
of all criminals.
-That's a pretty
bad situation, Cap.
I don't blame you for coming
back into this service.
Is there anything
I can do to help?
-Not now, Roy.
Maybe later.
I think I'm getting
closer to these killers.
-Poor old girl.
-So you sold some horses
to The Lazy W, eh?
I been wondering what
they were planning to do.
-I guess they're
going to raise a few.
Oh, by the way,
how are the kids?
-They're not kids anymore, Roy.
Wait until you see them!
Of course you and the boys
are planning to stay with us.
-We wouldn't stay anyplace else.
-You know, Roy, whenever I
have to do something like this,
it makes me more
determined to round up
the ones responsible
for these killing.
-I understand, Cap.
She's hurt so badly, it's
the only humane thing to do.
We'll see you this evening.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
-Another one of our
pals gone, Snoopy.
That's all right, we'll
take care of the little one,
won't we?
[music playing]
-Catch that big sorrow
and bring him over here.
-Well, we got him here OK, Roy.
-Good.
-Ms. Loring, Roy Rogers.
-So nice to meet you.
-How do you do?
-This is Matt Wilkes,
my ranch foreman.
-Hiya, Matt.
-Glad to know you.
-The boys told me about
finding a little fawn.
Where you able to its mother?
-Yes.
She dragged herself
up to the sanitarium
where Cap Foster looks after
all the animals around here.
She'd been shot by
some hunters and was
hurt so badly that she
had to be destroyed.
-How terrible.
I don't understand how people
can do things like that.
Poor little fawn.
-Oh, he'll be all right.
Cap Foster will look after him.
-The horses look fine.
If you step inside,
I'll pay for them now.
I'd like to buy the
pinto pony, too.
-Oh, no.
He's not for sale.
-Oh?
-Get all the horses
into the corral, fellas.
[cheering]
-Let's go!
Lead us back, Roy!
Come on, Roy!
-Don't spend all that
money in one place.
-Hey you, Rogers.
I told you, years
ago, what I was
going to do to you the
next time I saw you.
-Yeah, I remember and I still
don't think you can do it.
[music playing]
-Go get him!
-That a boy!
-You feel like giving up?
-Not yet!
-Oh, you've got it now!
You've got it!
-No, he ain't!
No, he's not yet.
Lacks that much,
lacks that much.
Hey!
Help!
Get me out of here!
-Come on out of there!
-Still think you
can do it, Burt?
-Yeah, I think I could
with a little help.
-You're a little bigger and
tougher than you used to be.
-Hey, you guys don't get out
of the middle of the road,
you're both going to
need a lot of help!
[cars honking]
[music playing]
[duck quacking]
-Hurry up, Cookie, before one
of these ducks lays an egg!
-This'll make the
magazine cover for sure!
There.
I think I'm all ready now.
Let me see.
Lights, lamps-- oh, shucks.
I forgot the flash powder.
-That's it.
There.
Come on, that's it.
Big eyes, teeth.
Now, you smile pretty and
I'll blow the mating call.
-Now, you two!
Cut out that love stuff!
[quacking sound]
-Help!
Help!
Help!
Oh!
[groaning]
-You and your mating call!
-You mean, me and my
home made flash powder!
[duck quacking]
-Roy!
-Hiya, Cookie!
-Doggone, am I glad to see you.
You're sure lucky you
weren't here a minute ago.
We had the awfulest explosion
you ever did hear or see.
-You ought to be
more careful, Cookie.
What's a matter, sis?
-Nothing that can't be fixed.
Roy Rogers, if this
thing was loaded,
you'd hear another
explosion around here.
-Hiya, Taffy.
-Hello, Roy.
-Aw!
-Gee, you look good.
It's been a long time.
-Yeah.
You haven't changed much.
Your face was dirty the
last time I saw you.
-Yeah, I guess it was.
-I brought you a present.
-You did?
-Mmhmm.
-Well, where is it?
-Outside.
-Oh, Roy, you
didn't-- it isn't--
-Don't you remember
what I promised you?
-Oh, Roy.
-[IN UNISON] The pinto pony!
-Hello, everybody.
-Hello, Jean.
-Hello.
-So nice to see you again, Roy.
-Oh, I see you two
know each other.
-Oh, yes.
Quite well.
Oh, been hunting?
-Um, you'll have to pardon us.
Come on, Roy.
-Excuse me.
-Would you mind
holding this for me?
Thank you.
[duck quacking]
-Here, I'll take it.
-Mr. Bullfincher,
will you please
develop this negative for me?
-Surely.
Have em' ready next week.
-Thank you.
-Burt, come to
the ranch tonight.
I want to talk to you.
-Sure, Jean.
I'll be there.
-Here, Cookie.
Catch!
See you!
[duck quacking]
-Oh!
No eggs!
[music playing]
-[SINGING] When each
new day is born,
I go riding where the wide open
plains I roam until the sun
through the hill goes riding.
There will always be someone
glad when I come home.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] Oh, a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
There's a tired pony
glad that it's over.
With a song in my
heart, so am I.
For tonight we'll be
dreaming of clover
and we always will
until the day we die.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] Oh, a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
Home we go.
-Ha, ha.
Haven't heard you sing
like that for years, Roy.
You know, these two
used to sing together
in The Mountain View Choir.
Like little angels up there.
-Yeah, but they wasn't.
Remember the time we tied
the long rope around the--
-Never mind, Cookie.
-Boys, how about singing
something soft and pretty
for Cap?
-How about Seeing Nelly Home.
-That's still your
favorite, isn't it?
-Always will be.
Snoopy's favorite, too.
[music playing]
-I'll bet that song puts Cap
to sleep just like it used to.
-Roy, I've got to talk to you.
-Well, now, nothing could
be as serious as you sound.
-It is serious.
It's about Burt.
-Is he in some kind of trouble?
-No.
That is, I don't know.
Somehow he's changed
a lot lately.
-Of course he's
changed, he's grown up.
-I know, but it isn't that.
I've raised him
since his folks died
and we've always been
so close to each other.
He doesn't talk to me
anymore like he used to.
-Well, he's just young.
You remember how
wild and harum scarum
I was when I was his age.
-But Burt has more money
than he should have
and he spends most of
it on that Jean Loring.
-He's big enough to
take care of himself.
Besides, Jean seems like
a pretty nice girl to me.
But if it'll make
you feel any better,
I'll have a talk with him and
if there is anything wrong,
maybe he'll tell me.
-Thanks, Roy.
And thank you for that pony.
He's wonderful.
-How about us trying
him out in the morning?
-It's a date.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
[music playing]
-[SINGING IN UNISON] It's
springtime in the Sierras.
-Well, how do you
like him by now?
-Oh, what do you think?
-I'm sorry we missed Cap
up at his sanitarium.
-Yeah, so am I. He's
usually there in the morning
to feed the animals.
What'd you find?
Gold?
-No, brass.
This shell is from a
high powered rifle.
And it was fired this morning.
-But, Roy, the hunting
season's closed.
[gun shots]
-Listen.
[gun shots]
-That deer wasn't grazing,
he's being chased.
See if you can find
Cap and bring him here.
I might need him.
-OK.
[music playing]
[gun shot]
-I jumped two of them on
this side of the draw.
-Yeah, we did all right today.
That bigger kid can
sure smell them out.
-Hey, Matt.
-Where have you been?
You're wet!
Where's your horse?
-I turned him loose.
Somebody was chasing me!
-Who was it?
Who was it?
-Roy Rogers.
But he didn't get close enough
to recognize me, honest, Matt!
-Yeah?
When friend's get nosy, we
don't treat them like friends
anymore.
-Oh, but, Matt, listen--
-Shut up.
You can go back with us.
-All right, all of you!
Drop those guns!
Get your hands up!
Quick!
Higher!
I'd just soon kill you in cold
blood like you do those deer.
It's time I caught up
with you filthy cowards.
Using silencers, telescope
sites, camouflage jackets,
a fine bunch.
-Oh, but listen, Cap--
-Shut up, Burt.
-Yes.
There's nothing you can say.
I'm sorry you're in this, Burt.
It's too bad.
A young fellow like you get
mixed up in this sort of thing.
After what your
sister's gone through
to raise you to be a decent man.
I'd do anything not to
hurt your sister, Burt,
but you're going to have to come
along with the rest of them.
It's the end of a
long, bloody trail.
All right, get your horses.
Let's get out of here.
-Drop that gun, Captain Foster.
Put up your hands!
-I was afraid this would
happen sooner or later.
Pick up your guns, boys.
I'll give you a
chance to explain.
This is going to
hurt a little bit.
[gun shot]
-Cap!
-Burt!
-Cap!
-Get up.
One more break like that
and you won't be able to.
-You didn't have to murder him!
-I didn't murder him.
Take him over to that place
where he feeds the animals
and put this in his hand.
Now, get this straight.
Captain Foster just
accidentally shot himself.
-Hello, Burt.
-Hello, Roy.
-Burt, I want to talk to you.
-What do you want?
-Were you riding the
horse this morning
with the R brand on him?
-No, I wasn't.
Anything else?
-No, that's all except
that Cap Foster's dead.
-How'd it happen?
-He accidentally shot himself.
Found him up at his sanitarium.
You better go in
and see your sister.
She's taken it pretty badly.
-Sure, Roy.
-The Lord giveth and
the Lord taketh away.
Amen.
-[SINGING] Amen.
[music playing]
[music - "seeing nelly home"]
-Well, that's all,
Cap, except there's
going to be a lot
of us miss you.
There's going to be a lot of
the animals miss you, too, Cap,
but you can rest easy because
I'll come up here every evening
and take care of them
just like you did.
[squirrel chirping]
-You, too, Snoopy.
-Boys, I think we ought
to stick around a few days
and fix the place up a
little for Taffy and Burt.
-[IN UNISON] Yeah,
that's a good idea.
-Yes, it is.
Say, it was sure swell of Cap to
leave those two kids the ranch.
-Hey, Roy, here's those
pictures you wanted.
-Thanks.
Hello, Jimmy.
Boys, I think Cap
Foster was murdered.
-Murdered?
-Cap Foster was the safest
man in the world with a gun.
You know that, Cookie.
-The coroner said
the bullet that
killed him came
from his own gun.
-The gun was fired
right against his chest,
powder burns proved that.
-And he was left hand.
-That's right.
-Well, whoever shot him
and left him laying up here
didn't know that.
They place the gun
in his right hand.
-Woo wee.
We ought to tell the Sheriff.
-Not yet, Cookie.
-But if he was murdered,
he oughta know.
-Yeah!
-Let the law catch him!
-Wait a minute.
We've got to make sure
we're right first, so
fellas, don't say a word
about this to anybody.
-OK.
-All right.
-If you say so.
[giggling]
-Snoopy!
Come on, get out of there!
You can't spend the
winter in there, now.
-Hello, Burt.
-Hi.
-Nice load this
week, thanks to you.
-Jean, I came over to tell you,
I can't work for you anymore.
-Burt says he can't
work for us anymore.
-What's the matter, Burt?
Aren't you happy?
Don't we treat you right?
-Oh, it's not that.
I've got to run the ranch
that Cap left us now and well,
I won't have time.
-I think you'll find time, Burt.
Don't forget how you and
your sister got that ranch.
-And I wish we didn't have it.
I can't sleep nights.
I keep thinking of-- ow!
-Any time you get
tired of your job
here, just remember that you're
an accessory to Cap Foster's
unfortunate accident.
-But I'm afraid of Roy.
He saw me that day and I
know he suspects something.
He may trail me again.
-Maybe he will trail you again.
Maybe we want him
to trail you again.
It'll be the last
trailing he ever does.
-Oh, but Roy is my--
-You see, we can't
afford to lose you now.
We've got too much tied up
in all this and so have you.
I have a few plans for this
community and they include you.
You run up to the house
now and wait for me.
I have some money for you.
-OK, Jean.
-Sure, Burt.
Everything's going to
be all right, forget it!
-He don't seem to be so
stuck on you anymore.
-Oh, he'll be OK.
I guess the funeral got him.
-What's this plans for
the community stuff.
-I'm going to give a
big charity social here,
at The Lazy W. It's to be a
basket party with the proceeds
to go to a memorial
fund for Captain Foster.
-Are you crazy?
Do you want this place
overrun with yokels?
You know how nosy
people can get.
-Sometimes I wonder what
you use for brains, Matt.
Don't you see, this will
make us established,
respected members
of this community.
It's just the old con game.
Make people like you and
they'll believe anything.
It's going to be
a wonderful party.
We might even have
a kissing booth!
[music playing]
[laughter]
-Well, folks.
First, before we
auction off the lunches,
I think we ought to thank
our hostess, Ms. Jean Loring,
for a swell party.
[applause]
-Now, I got a surprise for you.
A couple of folks here
have prepared a song.
Our own Taffy Baker and a
boy that you'll remember that
used to sing around here
in the choir, Roy Rogers.
Roy, let's give them a hand
and have some nice fun.
-[SINGING] I took a trip to
Mexico to spend a week, or two.
And there I met the finest
fellow that I ever knew.
His name was Pedro
from Acapulco and he
goes about just
singing all the day.
He is Pedro from
Acapulco and his song
will surely win your heart away.
The girls adore him,
keep waiting for him,
for he brings a little
sunshine when he smiles.
And when he goes strolling
by all the senoritas cry.
Viva, Pedro from Acapulco.
He's singing all day long
his merry little song
and who can say it's wrong?
Viva, Pedro from Acapulco.
-[SINGING IN SPANISH]
-The sooner we get rid of
that cowhand, the better.
I've got a ways of doing it
so no one will ever know.
-Not until I say so.
Two accidents around here in
a row might not look so good.
We can't stand any
investigations.
-That's what I mean.
Rogers is a nosy amateur.
-That's why I want to find
out just how much he knows
before anything happens to him.
-[SINGING IN SPANISH]
-Thanks, Taffy!
And thanks, Roy!
And now, folks, we've come
to the most important part
of the whole evening, food!
Each one of these
little lunch baskets
has got the name of
a girl who fixed it.
And the highest bidder
gets to share it with her.
Here's a little--
little basket that's
got a lot of big
surprises with it.
And you'll never
guess who made it.
[owl hooting]
-No, that's a surprise.
[owl hooting]
-You better get out of here
before somebody puts you
in a cigar.
[owl hooting]
-All right, who'll start it out?
How much am I offering?
-$1!
-$1 I've got!
Who'll make it $2?
Do I hear $2?
-Only $2!
-No, no!
-Come on, make it $3!
-$3!
-$3!
Do I hear $4?
Who'll make it $4?
Sold for $3!
Ms. Willow Crunch!
-Here I am, here I am!
Here!
-There he is!
[laughing]
-Oh, you big, handsome man!
Handsome man!
-Nothing but olives!
She's on a diet!
[laughing]
-Now, here's a little goody.
Ah, smells like real living!
Let's don't be cheap.
Come on, start it
off with a big bid!
Which one of you
gents will make it $2?
Take a chance and see what
lovely lady made this one!
All right, who's
going to start it off?
How much am I offered?
-$1000!
-One thou-- Oh.
$1 the man bid.
Who'll make it $2?
-$10!
-Roy!
-Sold!
-That's not my lunch!
-It isn't?
Wonder who's it is.
-Jean Loring!
-Right here!
-Here's a lunch fit for a king!
Let me take a peek,
see what's in here.
-You want to sit here?
-You'll never guess!
-It's awfully noisy out here.
-It sure is.
-Let's go into the
house where it's quiet.
-Fine.
-$1!
-$1 the man says.
Who will make it $4?
-$1!
-Brother, you bought something.
Bring me the dollar.
-Just put the lunch
down on the table.
I'll stir up the fire a little.
-This party of yours
is a fine thing, Jean.
I'm sure Cap Foster's
friends all appreciate it.
-I hope so.
It's the least I can do.
[music playing]
-I see you like guns.
-Yes, my father taught
me to shoot and ride
when I was a little girl.
-I'll bet he did a
good job of it, too.
-This one's a beauty.
It was made in Austria
before the war.
Handles well and
hits like a cannon.
-Do you have trouble
finding ammunition for it?
-Yes.
That's why I don't use it often.
I'm starving.
You spread the lunch and
I'll go get some coffee.
[music playing]
-Let's have some food now.
-Good.
-Tuna or chicken?
-Either one.
I'm not fussy.
-Sorry it isn't
something more solid.
-So am I. A little cold
venison would be good.
-Isn't there a season
of some kind on deer?
-Yes, but the deer
don't know it.
Neither do the
people who buy them.
-The law does.
-Really?
Well, that's interesting.
-Depends on what
you're interested in.
-Right now, it's food.
-Thanks for taking my plate.
-Come on, break it up!
How long can a guy
live without breathing?
-Step aside, boy.
Let a man get with it!
-Now wait a minute, Pat!
Let's be humane about this.
All right.
-Well, one thing
about that Jean,
she sure knows how
to throw a party.
-Yes, her talents seem to
run in many directions.
-You know, Taffy, I think you're
getting just a little jealous
and there's no reason for it.
-That was a swell lunch, Jean.
-Thanks.
-Too bad Burt didn't get it.
-Why Burt?
-He seems to be pretty
interested in you.
-Oh, Burt?
He used to be around here a
lot, but it was just puppy love.
-Oh?
-We'd better get
back to the party.
After all, I am the hostess.
-My hat.
-Excuse me.
-Oh, Bob?
-Pardon.
-Do me a favor and
round up the boys
and play that old tune that
Cap likes so well, will you?
-Right now?
-Mmhmm.
-I'm going to get
my coat and go home.
-Taffy, now wait a minute!
-Well, Burt, how'd
you like your lunch?
-Oh, OK, I guess.
[music playing]
-It's funny they should
play that old tune.
Sure brings back memories.
-Burt, I'd like to talk
to you, do you mind?
-No, go ahead, Roy.
-You know, you told me you
weren't riding an R brand
horse the other
morning, remember?
-That's right.
-You were lying, Burt.
Why?
-What do you mean?
Listen, Roy, why don't
you go back to your ranch
instead of looking for trouble?
-Because I like it
here and because
I'm going to find out who
killed Captain Foster.
-The coroner said he
was killed accidentally.
-That's not so and you know it.
-Are you accusing me?
-You got the ranch, didn't you?
-Roy!
Stop it!
Stop it!
You know you can whip him!
-Leave us alone, sis.
I started this and I'm
going to finish it.
-Burt, what's wrong with you?
You're acting like a child.
-They're not children.
Leave them alone!
-Take your hands off me!
-Take it easy, kid.
-Leave me alone, Matt.
-This makes you a pretty
brave guy, don't it, Rogers.
-Stay out of this, Matt.
I can fight my own battles.
-Sure, sure.
I know.
Why don't you pick on
somebody your own size?
-What are you sticking
your nose into this for?
This fight isn't
between you two.
-It's all right, Cookie.
He's big enough.
-Burt!
-Yeah, sis?
-Take me home!
Please, take me home!
[screaming]
-Come on!
-Come on, Roy!
Come on, boy!
-Hey, who you shoving, Betty?
-Come on-- Come on, Roy!
Come on--
[cheering]
[screaming]
-Nice going, Roy.
-Take him back to the bunkhouse,
boys, and get him cleaned up.
-I'm sorry about this, Jean.
-Never mind.
Thanks for teaching
Matt a lesson.
He had no business interfering.
-Come on, fellas,
[inaudible] up the joint.
Let's get the party started.
Come on, Bob!
Everybody, listen!
-Aw!
-What does your fortune
say today, Cookie?
-Huh?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing.
-Never trust a fat man.
Oh, now, Roy.
You know, you never can
believe one of those things.
Come on in.
Roy, I sure hate
to say this to you,
but you sure made it a fool out
of yourself at Jean's social.
What you said to Burt
was a little rough.
-That's what I want to
talk to you about, Cookie.
I did it on purpose.
I had to find out,
for sure, about Burt.
-Burt?
You mean he's mixed up in
Cap's murder and everything?
-I'm afraid he is.
-Why that little--
-What do you know about Jean
Loring and her friend Matt?
-Oh, nothing much, just
accept they come out here
from somewhere in the east.
I got a lease on
The Lazy W for them
and they put in
some improvements
and some new equipment.
Got the place
looking right nice.
-What kind of equipment?
-Oh, the average stuff.
It was pretty run down.
Seems to me that Gus down
at the transfer company did
say they shipped in the
largest refrigerating plant
that he ever did haul.
-Refrigerating plant?
-Yeah.
I guess them city folks
like that frozen food.
-They might use it for storage.
-Oh, not that much.
They raise horses, not beef.
-They could store things
worth a lot more than beef.
Like geese and
ducks and venison.
-Yeah.
Hey, look at this.
-It's Burt.
-They sure talking
turkey to him.
-I think we better
do the same thing.
-Here it is, Taffy.
648.
Want me to get it for you?
-No thanks, Pat.
I'll get it.
-[INTO PHONE] 648, please.
-Hello?
-Hello, Lazy W?
Oh.
Well, this is Taffy Baker.
Could I please speak to
my brother, Ms. Loring?
-Just a moment.
Oh, Burt?
-What is it?
-You're wanted on the telephone.
It's your sister.
-Oh.
-Hello.
Yes, of course I'm all right.
-Well, when are you coming home?
Burt!
Burt, you can't mean-- hello?
Hello, Burt?
-What's the matter?
Anything wrong?
-He said he's not coming home.
He hung up on me.
-Where are you going?
-To The Lazy W to see Burt.
-You want someone to
go along with you?
-No thanks, Pat.
This is a private affair.
-Hi, fellas.
-Hello, Roy.
-Where's Burt?
-Still up at The Lazy W.
Says he's not coming back.
-Does Taffy know?
-Yes, she's on her
way up there now.
-You better wait here, Cookie.
[music playing]
-Taffy!
Hey, Taffy!
Wait a minute!
-Go away!
-I want to talk to you!
-Go away and leave me alone!
-Come on, boy!
-Put me down!
Put me down!
-Wait a minute, Taffy!
-Haven't you caused
me enough trouble?
Put me down!
-But you can't go up
there, you'd be in danger
and so would Burt.
-Why?
-Because Cap Foster
was murdered.
-Murdered?
Cap, murdered?
-Yes and I think Burt
knows who did it.
-Oh, Roy.
How would Burt know about it?
-I don't know, but that's
what I have to find out
and I might need
your help, Taffy.
-Oh, sure, Roy.
[phone ringing]
-Hello?
Yeah.
Just a minute.
It's Cookie.
Ask him if he knows
where Rogers is.
-Hello, this is Jean.
Have you seen Roy?
He's there.
And my pictures are ready?
-Uh huh.
They're all ready.
-I'll be right down for them.
Thank you very much.
What a break for us, Matt.
Hang on, I'll be right back.
-Roy, this is just like messing
around with a bear trap.
-There's nothing else
I can do, Cookie.
If they're setting
a trap for me,
I'll just have to be
lucky and spring it first.
-That's all right, if
you're tired of living.
-Did you ever hear of
the wooden horse of Troy?
-Huh?
-You remember that
old story of how
the Greeks captured
the city of Troy?
They built a big wooden horse,
put some soldiers inside of it.
The people of Troy
didn't know they
were in there, pulled
it inside the gates.
When night came, the
soldiers came out
and captured the place.
-Well, where you going
to get a horse that big?
-Maybe Trigger's big enough.
-Well, how you going
to hide in Trig-- Oh,
ain't going to hide
me in no horse.
Besides, I don't think
Trigger would like it.
-Here she is now.
-Don't forget to
turn on the charm.
-Don't you forget to
play the right notes.
[music playing]
-[SINGING] With a little
imagination anyone can dream
a bit.
And this farm of recreation
has never heard anyone yet.
Imagine me as a city dude with
a silk hat, cane, and spats.
Oh, what a picture I would make.
-[SINGING] Say,
ain't he the cats!
-[SINGING] Imagine me as a
jungle gent fighting lions just
for fun.
[growling] -[SINGING] Oh,
what a picture I would make.
-[SINGING] Say,
ain't he the one.
-[SINGING] I'm Corporal Roy,
I'm a drummer boy back in '76.
Or I can be just a jitterbug
dancing to some hot licks.
-Ga voot!
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Imagine
us as a bride and groom
as the marriage vows we make.
Oh, what a picture
we would take--
-[SINGING] If the
camera didn't break!
[laughter]
-I got your pictures of
the party all finished.
They turned out swell.
-Well, thanks so
much for calling me.
-Here you are.
That'll be $1.
Thank you.
-There you are.
-Hello, Taffy.
-Don't you hello me, Roy Rogers.
You'll find your
luggage out front.
-But he can't stay here, Taffy.
-You keep out of this, Cookie.
-Yes, ma'am.
-I don't care if I
never see you again.
[crashing]
-She'll never get over this.
Neither will that door.
-I think you're right, Cookie.
-Well, gee, Roy.
I haven't got any room here.
-Yeah, I know.
-The invitation to The
Lazy W is still open.
-I wouldn't want
to put you out any.
-You wouldn't, there's
plenty of room.
Why don't you get your things
and we'll ride out together.
-You just talked him into it.
Why don't you, Roy?
-All right.
Thanks.
I'll see you later, Cookie.
-Yeah.
-Hey, Cookie.
-It's you, Taffy!
I didn't know you in the outfit.
-Well, how's I do?
-You did swell.
I think we sold her.
I think you over
did it on the door.
If I'd have known, I would have
charged her $4 for the picture.
-Matt, we have a guest.
Roy is going to stay
with us for a few days.
-Sorry about the
other day, Rogers.
I kind of lost my head, I guess.
But you're more than welcome
here as far as I'm concerned.
-Well, I've forgotten
about that, Matt.
-Why don't you take your
things over to the bunk house?
I'll see you later.
-Thanks, Jean.
-Well, that was easy.
-Sure.
-You know, I think
he kind of likes you.
-Really?
Maybe he'll change his mind.
[laughing]
-Oh, that sure was good.
[chattering]
-Woo ooh!
Why, you didn't eat!
-Yeah, I know, Cookie.
I'm not very hungry.
I'm worried about Roy.
He said he'd phone an hour ago.
-Don't worry about it.
-Don't worry about him.
-Give him a little time.
He'll call.
-Well, I hope so.
-Why don't you run on, Taffy?
We'll do the dishes,
won't we boys?
-Oh, sure.
-Don't we always?
-Yeah, but let's get going.
[music playing]
-[SINGING] Now, listen,
all you renegades,
to what I've got to say.
You better start to settle
down and save your extra pay.
In 45, or 50 years, we'll
all be old and grey.
Did any of you
ever stop to think,
what are you going to do then?
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Oh, what
are you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When you are
old, your feet get cold.
Pat, what you going to do then?
-[SINGING] If I keep
packing this heavy load,
I'll be all wrinkled like a
horny toad and they'll use
my ribs for a scrubbing board
when I get old and grey.
-[SINGING IN UNISON] Oh, what
are you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When your bones
all rattle and you can't herd
cattle, Hugh, what are
you going to do then?
-[SINGING] Well, I'll learn
the lingo of the Choctaw,
and then I'll marry
me an Indian squall,
so we can live with her ma and
pa when I get old and grey.
-[SINGING] Oh, what are
you going to do then?
Oh, what are you
going to do then?
-[SINGING] When you're down
and out with the pain in gout,
Cookie, got any ideas?
-I'll sing as sweet as an
old bullfrog, eat skeet,
or skoot and pollywogs and sleep
all winter in a holly log when
I get old and grey.
-[SINGING] Oh, that's what
we're going to do then.
Oh, that's what we're
going to do then.
When the bones all rattle
and they can't herd cattle,
that's what we're
going to do then!
[crashing]
-Cookie!
-It wasn't my fault.
I was crow-- see, I
didn't break all of--
[crashing]
-Oh!
-I'm so nervous now,
I-- Oh, Cookie, I
wish you'd stop clowning.
[sound of machinery]
-Go on in.
Take a good look.
-Yes, it's venison and we
get a fancy price for it.
That's what you were
looking for, isn't it?
-This is what Cap
Foster was looking for.
-That's right.
You know what happened to him.
-You can't shoot me.
Even if you made this one
look like an accident, too,
there would be an investigation.
You don't want that.
-Get a rope, Matt.
We have no intention
of shooting you.
Take off your coat, Rogers.
[music playing]
-Don't shoot!
Get the boys!
-It's a good thing I
got back here in time,
or you'd be up on one
of those meat hooks.
-Yeah.
I was doing all right.
When he gets good
and cold, there
won't be a coroner
in the state could
tell what happened to him.
He'll just be found dead
somewhere out in the hills.
No bullet holes, no nothing.
-Hey, Jean.
-Yeah?
-I forgot to tell you.
The boys said Burt
packed up and left.
-When?
-About a half hour ago.
-Well, why didn't you tell me?
-What chance did I have?
-We've got to stop
that kid somehow.
He's about ready to break.
I have a hunch where
he'll go before he leaves.
Get your horse.
-You still like me,
don't you, Snoopy?
[bird squawking]
-Hello, Jimmy.
I just came up to say
goodbye to Cap and you.
Want to shake
hands, say goodbye?
That a boy.
-Oh, now.
Don't you worry.
Cookie and sis are going
to take good care you.
Up you go.
[music playing]
-Hello, Burt.
Going somewhere?
-Yeah, I'm clearing out.
-Don't you think we
ought to talk about it?
-You've already done
too much talking to me.
You said you were only going to
kill game, but you killed Cap.
-I'm sorry, Burt, but I had to.
-But somebody will find out.
-If it's Roy you're worried
about, you can forget it.
Soon he'll never
leave the ranch alive.
-Roy?
Well, you can't do that, Jean.
You've got let Roy go!
I'll take the blame
for killing Cap.
-What's eating you, kid?
-I can't sleep nights thinking
of Cap lying out there
with a bullet through him.
Oh, I know, it's
partly my fault,
but I'll take all the
blame, if you let Roy go.
I don't want that to be
on my conscience, too.
-I'm afraid it's a little
late for that, Burt.
Roy knows everything and
he'll never keep quiet.
Isn't that right?
-Sure.
Maybe Burt would like to
have a little talk with Roy
and get straightened
out in his own mind.
Get on your horse.
[music playing]
-Roy!
Roy!
Roy, are you-- you
dirty murderers!
-You double crossing, little--
-I'll check your coat for you.
-Jean!
Jean, if you shot Roy
like you did Cap--
-Shut up!
-Your friends taking
a little nap now.
When he wakes up, you two
can have your little talk.
-This is better
than you deserve.
I understand freezing's
an easy way to die.
-Ms. Loring?
You're wanted on the telephone.
-Well, thanks.
I'll take it out here.
-Hello?
-Hello, Ms. Loring?
Well, this is Taffy Baker.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
Are Roy and Burt there?
-No.
I haven't seen either of them.
-Oh, I see.
You haven't seen them at all?
No.
No, nothing important.
Thank you very much.
I can't understand it.
She wouldn't even
let me talk to Roy.
[chattering]
-Well, maybe she
had a good reason.
-Cookie, can't we do something?
-Saddle up, boys.
I got an idea.
-Where you going?
-I'm going down to
transfer company
to talk to Gus about
a wooden horse.
-A wooden horse?
-Sounds crazy to me,
too, but let's get going.
-Hiya, Burt.
-Roy!
I thought you were--
-No.
I never felt better in my life.
-I'm sorry about
everything, Roy.
I told them I'd take the
blame if they let you go.
-Forget it, Burt.
Right now, our problem
is to get out of here.
I'm getting the handle of this.
You got a match?
-No, but there's a lighter
in my right hip pocket.
I'll see if I can get it.
-Over a little bit, Burt.
-I got it.
-Burt?
This isn't going to be much fun.
I think I can burn
the rope in two
without hurting you too much.
-Sure, Roy.
Go ahead.
It's better than freezing here.
-I'll try it here,
but your wrists.
Maybe I can do it without
catching your clothes on fire.
-Roy?
-Yeah.
-I saw them shoot Cap.
-Who?
-Jean.
Cap caught us red handed.
They never gave him a chance.
-Butchers.
They deserve the same thing.
Can you take it a couple
of seconds more, Burt?
-Keep going.
-There it is.
[music playing]
-Here, you better put this on.
This place is built
like a fort and we
might be here for quite awhile.
One good thing, this
door swings out.
We might be able to use this.
Give me a hand.
We can use thing
for a battering ram.
-That makes a lot of noise, Roy.
-Well, we can't help it.
We got to get out of here.
-Come on, Cookie!
Can't you go any faster?
-Not without a pilot's
license, I can't.
-The lock's giving.
A couple more times
ought to do it.
-Ms. Loring!
-There's some rifles
in the tack room.
-Good!
[music playing]
-It's just around the bend.
-Hold this, I'll
saddle your horse.
-Block the other entrance.
-Thanks, Burt, but you
didn't have to do that.
-Roy-- Roy, I
can't move my legs.
Am I hurt bad?
-We'll get out of here, Burt.
Take it easy.
-Tell Taffy I'm sorry
about everything
and take care of her.
Roy.
I still think I can whip you.
-Sure, you can, Burt.
Why, in no time, you'll be--
[music playing]
-Back end's covered now.
-Get on the other side of
the fence and cover me.
I'm going in.
You stay here, this
may be a little rough.
[music playing]
-Don't let him get away!
-Look out!
-End of the line!
Come on out, if
you're still able!
-Hey, Cookie!
They've taken the North Trail.
-Come on out, boys!
-Hurry up, fellas!
[music playing]
-Hey, Taffy!
Like this!
-I did it.
Looks like she's going to
need some beauty treatments.
-Where she's going, they
don't give beauty treatments.
-You know, Roy, I've lived
in the west all my life,
I never saw so many people
chasing so many people!
[owl hooting]
[music playing]
-[SINGING] Now, the long day
is through on the prairie.
There's a low hanging
sun in the sky.
Down the home
corral we will carry
and we'll sing of the round
ups in the days gone by.
-[SINGING IN UNISON]
Yipee ya, yipee yo.
End of day, home we go.
-[SINGING] For a cowboy has to
sing and a cowboy has to yell,
or his heart would break inside
of him at the gates of the home
corral.
-We're going to miss
you around here, Roy.
-The boys are going
to miss you, too.
-The boys?
-So am I, Taffy.
-All right, break it up.
[MUSIC "SPRING TIME IN THE
SIERRAS"]