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"]