Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 11, Episode 3 - The Silence at Stillwater - full transcript

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- Loose?
- Yeah.

He chipped one,
too. Doggone him!

Hey!

Hey, come on.

Maybe you busted something.

Aw, well, the heck with it.

Come on. Drag him outta here.

Hold still.

Who are you?

Dr. Mainwaring.



There's nothing
much wrong with you.

I'm gonna have to
take your word for that.

What's this all about?

- You're in jail.
- What for? What's going on?

- You be quiet.
- What am I doing in here?

- Don't you know?
- I haven't got any idea.

Did you hear me?

I've got a right to
know what's going on.

Right?

I guess not.

That goes for you, too, Doc.

Look, you can't just throw
a man in jail for no reason.

Let him rest a bit.

I'll tell you frankly, I don't
approve of any of this.



Who's in charge? I
want to talk to somebody!

Hey, hey. Hey, neighbor.

Hey! What's going on?

Hey!

Anybody there?

Hey!

Howdy.

What's your name?

I can see you're
eaten up with curiosity.

I'll tell you. Mine's Candy.

- What's going on?
- My head hurts.

Well, that gives us something else
in common, friend. So does mine.

Mine hurts worse than yours.

You can't be sure of that.

There's black spots
in front of my eyes.

So do I, when I stand up.

Well, I got 'em lying down.

And there's these
little specks of light.

Well, you got me beat.

You've got my sympathies.

Have you got anything to drink?

No, partner.

They picked me clean.

Oh, that danged woman!

Oh, blast her anyway!

Yeah.

Don't suppose you'd give me some
idea what's going on around here?

Look, I told you my head aches.

It'd be a help to
me if you'd quit...

quit tromping around in
them nothing boots of yours.

Hey! Hey, out there! Hey!

What's going on around here?

- Hey, Roy, hurry! Hurry!
- Can you hear me?

Cut that out!

Cut it out!

- You almost got him! Spread out!
- Don't go away.

I want to ask you something!

"Henry Young. He
was hung awful young."

Henry Young. He
was hung awful young.

Henry Young. He
was hung awful young.

Henry Young. He
was hung awful young.

Henry Young. He
was hung awful young.

Candy... handy... sandy.

Candy, handy, sandy,
Candy, handy, sandy, Candy...

Just dandy.

Hey, you out there.

Shut up in there.

- What's going on?
- Or I'm gonna come in and shut you up!

Come on. Get
down off that horse.

You don't have to dump me off.

Up on your feet.

Come on, let's go.
That's the ticket.

I don't know about you, friend, but
I'm beginning not to like this at all.

- All right, get in.
- How long I'm gonna be here?

Keep quiet.

- Hey.
- Huh? Who's there?

My name's Candy.

Mine's Vern. What the
heck's going on here?

I'm kind of hoping
you could tell me.

Oh, Lord, I...

- Hey, what did you do?
- Oh, nothing serious.

I swear it! Nobody's
telling me nothing!

Yeah. Same here.

- What cell are you in?
- Second from the end.

Where are you?

I don't know.

Hey, uh... Stick your arm out.

Can you see it?

No. Wave it around.

How about that?

Uh-uh.

Get that arm back inside!

All right. On your feet.

- Where are you taking me?
- Let's go.

- What are you guys gonna do to me?
- Come on. Move!

Aw, why did they
have to put you in here?

Exactly what I'm
trying to figure out, Pa.

Well, would you just come
over here for a minute?

Come on.

I want to know how one man can
make so much noise with their boots?

If you paid more than a dollar and a
quarter for them boots, you got robbed.

All that tromping around ain't
helping my headache none.

I plumb forgot. I'm sorry.

Do you know what they're up to?

- Really bothers you, don't it?
- Yeah.

Well, I think I'll just let
you fret on it for a while.

That's very kind of you.

I heard the whole
thing, you know.

I been here since last night.

- Drunk?
- Some.

Well, a man spends all week

slaving to repair boots that
ought to be throwed away.

He needs a little fun.

What I heard before they put
you in here was purely awful.

Awfulest thing I ever heard of.

Yeah. What?

That is for me to know
and you to find out.

Aw, you don't know.

Well, maybe I don't.
Then again, maybe I do.

Whatever makes
you happy, friend.

All right, you're next.

Come on!

Come on, get out here.

Howdy.

Sit down.

I was kind of wondering
where all my stuff was.

Are you in charge here?

Ain't he the cool
one, Mr. Burnham?

If there's anything missing, I want
to know who to hold to account.

- What's your name?
- Canady.

People generally call me Candy.

- Where you from?
- Near Virginia City.

A long way. What are
you doing in Stillwater?

Business. Kinda.

Which way did you
come in, from the south?

- No, from over east of here.
- Virginia City's down south.

I don't know what
you're fishing for.

If you'll let me tell my story, maybe
I can settle what's bothering you.

Explain the money.

- I work for a man named Cartwright.
- Ben Cartwright?

- You know him, Mr. Burnham?
- I've heard of him.

Well, Mr. Cartwright and
his two sons and myself

are taking a swing through
here to look at breeding stock.

And day before yesterday
Mr. Cartwright sent me over to Big Fork

to collect some money owing
him, a man named Sam Weyland.

That's it right there, $400.

I left there yesterday
afternoon to come on over here.

I'm supposed to meet
Mr. Cartwright at the hotel.

- What time did you get in today?
- Around noon.

- Came straight over from Big Fork?
- That's right.

Where'd you spend the night?

About 20 miles
out. It's a little spring.

- By yourself?
- Mm-hm.

You sure you didn't swing down
around south there this morning?

- Dead sure. I came right straight in.
- Anybody back you up on this?

I... I don't know.

- You talk to anybody?
- Yes, yes.

There was one fella, an old man.

- When was this?
- About mid-morning.

The place was about six,
eight miles east of here.

- What was his name?
- Haines, Baines, something like that.

Praise be.

- Praise be!
- All right.

- Try to take it easy, Mr. Burnham.
- What's going on?

Harry, I think my prayers
have been answered.

It's starting to look that way.

What's he talking about?

This is what he's
talking about, right here.

Well, money's money.
Doesn't tell me much.

- Where'd you get this?
- I told you.

Tell me again.

I collected it from Sam Weyland.
It's owing to Mr. Cartwright.

This Weyland, he knew
you were coming for it?

That's right.

Funny way to do
business, wouldn't you say?

Seemed all right to me.

This amount of money, men
generally use a check or a bank draft.

That's what I was expecting.
That's the way Sam wanted to do it.

I don't like carrying that
much cash around with me.

Must have broke your heart.

It was Saturday. There was
no way to get a bank draft.

I brought the money belt.

There's no paper in any of
this stuff to indicate such a deal.

Why should there be? I gave Sam
a receipt, he gave me the money.

I don't need a paper. If you don't
believe me, ask Sam Weyland.

He's in Big Fork.
We got you here.

Mr. Cartwright can vouch for me.
He's probably at the hotel right now.

From what you say, he
hasn't seen you for two days.

He doesn't know
what you've been up to.

- Who was with you?
- Nobody.

There ain't no point in lying,
boy. We know you were there.

Where? Where?

Look, I don't know
what you want.

If you'll just tell me what you're
after I know I can straighten it out.

Well, that's the idea, son. I've spent
a lot of years questioning people.

Never tell 'em how
much you know.

It makes it harder for
'em to trim their story.

What did you do with
the rest of the money?

I didn't have any other money.

- That's Steve's bunch.
- Partner got it?

How many times do I have to
tell you? I don't have a partner.

- How do you explain the horse?
- What horse?

Horse you left over
the livery stable.

Oh, that.

Didn't think we knew
about that, did you?

Recognize him?

No. Am I supposed to?

- Where'd you find him?
- Going down that old wash.

Soon as he saw us,
he took off high-tailin'.

- What's your name?
- I'm John Ferson.

Throw him in back.
Search him good.

- How you fellas doing?
- Sure looks like we hit pay-dirt.

- You work for this Ben Cartwright?
- That's right.

How come you bring in a
horse with a Honeycomb brand?

First thing this morning,
my horse threw a shoe.

I took it easy on him
but he pulled up lame.

So I walked him over to this ranch.
That's where I met the old man.

I swapped him my horse
and a buck-50 for one of his.

A prudent man in a strange
country would have got a bill of sale.

Well, it didn't seem called for.

The money was kind of
a good-faith thing anyway.

If Mr. Cartwright had the time, I
thought to go back in the morning

and get my own horse back.

You can go ask the old man.

No.

Is your boy up to
taking a look at him?

He'll have to be. I
want this cleared up.

I'll go over to the
doc and get him.

Can you... Can you please
send somebody to the hotel?

- See if Mr. Cartwright's in yet?
- Uh-uh.

He'll come looking for me.

Listen, we're not gonna have
any outside meddling right now.

But, you see, I passed the word.

Get him outta here.

I'll take care of the
horses and the gear.

Sure hope this place has a bath.

Yeah. If it does, leave me some
water. I don't mean a teacup, either.

Need a couple of rooms.
There'll be three of us.

Mister...?

- Cartwright.
- Hey, you got a bath?

Yeah. We do.

We're meeting another fella here,
probably checked in earlier today.

No, sir.

- Young fella, name's Candy.
- You're the first today.

Must have made better
time than we figured.

The rooms are at
the top of the stairs.

- Yeah, he could have been delayed.
- Thank you.

Man and boy, I have
been making boots

for... 30 years.

I am the best bootmaker
this side of the Mississippi.

Lonnie Stern is my name.
You've probably heard of me.

No, no. Can't say that I have.

Well, everybody would know me if
folks around here bought my new boots

instead of wearing their
old ones until they split,

then they pull 'em on and they
go all the way up to their knees.

It's enough to make a
body reach for a bottle.

Hey.

Are you sure you ain't
got one stashed on you?

No. No. I can't help you.

Well, I told you my name.
What you say yours was?

Hm? Oh, Candy, Candy.

That ain't no name for a man.

I don't know. It
taught me how to fight.

Ha. You take my name, Lonnie.

You won't find that on
no horse or no lapdog

- or...
- Woman?

You don't have to enlarge on it.

- You had to mention it, didn't you?
- Mention what?

Woman!

Makes me think of my wife, and
she's the one who put me here.

You know, last night,

I got home and we had
some words about me drinking,

and I had to cuff
her a couple of times.

You know, just...

Well, she carried on something
fierce, but there wasn't no need.

Women can be difficult.

Are you married?

No. No.

Well, don't make out that you know
something about it, 'cause you don't.

She never done
nothing like that before.

Well, heck, this time when I...

Well, she hardly
even lost her balance.

Hey, would you settle down?
You're making me uneasy.

All right, I will, if you'll tell
me what's going on here.

You mean why they're
putting people in jail and all?

Yeah. Yeah. That's what I mean.

All right. All right.
Now just set right down.

And then I will tell you.

It's been going on for a
couple, three hours now.

Yeah.

Tromping around and
yelling and riding off.

Why? Confound it, why?
Why? What started it?

I was just funning you before.

I don't know.

There's nothing like a good
laugh to brighten the day, huh?

Yeah.

My feeling exactly.

On your feet.

Peter, take a good look at him.

- I don't know.
- You sure?

- Boy ought to hear him say something.
- Yeah.

- What's your name?
- Vern Crandall.

I want you to say this.

"Go fetch that
jimmy-john of coal oil."

- Well, what for?
- Just repeat it.

I want you to go and fetch
that jimmy-john of coal oil.

Do you recognize the voice, son?

Have you seen this man before?

I think so.

Maybe.

I don't know, Pa.

Take him out to the office.
We'll go over him again.

What about this one?

Yeah, I think so.

Peter, are you sure?

Now, son, son.

Just hold on a little longer.

Then you can go
back and lie down.

Hm?

All right, son.

Is this the man you saw today?

Yeah.

This is very important, Peter. We can't
afford to have a mistake. Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm sure.

- Pa!
- Here. Take the boy with you.

Hey, Pa!

Pa!

I'm all right. I'm sorry.

All right. Let's just
leave him alone for a bit.

Don't worry, Mr. Burnham.
You got friends.

What?

He'll be taken
care of. Don't worry.

I promise.

I took a look around. No
sign of him. You feel better?

You bet, after scrubbing a
couple of acres of dirt off of me.

- Have there been any messages for me?
- No, sir.

- That ain't like Candy.
- No, I know. Are you sure?

Positive.

- May I see the register?
- I wouldn't forget a name like Candy.

- It's not in here.
- I'll just take a look for myself.

You can take my
word for it, can't you?

Turn it loose.

There's no Candy.
You won't find it.

This person in the
register was ten days ago.

Looks like this page
has been torn out.

- Why?
- A fella spilled ink on it.

He's been here, hasn't he?

You let me be. I
never heard of him!

Hey.

I'm sorry I tried
funning with you.

- You know, teasing you?
- It's all right.

Now, would you tell
me what you done?

Nothing!

Do you know a man
named Baines, or Haines?

Old man... Oh.

Old man Haines.

He's Burnham's father-in-law.
Helps run Burnham's ranch.

Oh... then that was Burnham's
ranch I was on this morning.

I swapped a horse with old
man Haines about ten o'clock.

- But the boy pointed you out.
- Yeah.

He must have seen me
when I was there. I don't know.

That poor boy, he doesn't
know what he's saying.

All right. Come on.

Was it something dreadful?

- I won't tell anybody.
- Will you let it drop?

- Will you let it drop?
- All right, all right.

I never seen such a
mean-spirited man.

I'll be glad to get
away from you.

They're gonna let you
outta here pretty soon?

I expect so.

Sheriff knows that I'm easy to
get along with when I'm sober.

Look, when you get out, I
want you to go to the hotel.

I want you to find a man
named Ben Cartwright.

- I want you to tell him where I am.
- Why should I?

He'll give you some money.

Oh.

Vern?

Hey, Vern!

I hope it don't do you too
much harm, what I done.

Done what?

Saying I saw you up on Burnham's
place with another fella this morning.

You didn't. I was alone.

I had to!

I shot one of Burnham's
calves for meat.

For pot meat. That's ten years.

Yeah.

They said they'd just
forget it if I help 'em.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah, Vern, sure.

An uncommon name like that, if
I'd have heard it, it'd have stuck.

No. No, he ain't been here.

I just don't understand it.

Well, it's just the three horses
in today, the ones he brought.

- Is there any other stable in town?
- No.

No, this is the one and only.

Hey, whose horse is this?

It ain't got your
stable's brand on it.

That's Mr. Burnham's Honeycomb
brand. He's a regular customer.

Oh, when I said only the three horses
come in, I meant horses I didn't know.

Pa!

- Candy's saddle!
- You're mistaken, mister. That's mine.

- On that stirrup, see the nick?
- Yeah.

That's Candy's,
ain't no question.

A lot of saddles have
nicks all over 'em.

A strange place to keep
a saddle, down there.

I'll keep it anywhere I want to.

Now, I'm closing up.

Hey, how'd you
get caught like that?

Stupid.

Where's the money?

Calls himself Candy.

I don't really believe him.

Yeah, here.

- Take this! Agh!
- What's wrong?

Get it out.

Hey.

- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?

The voices!

I didn't hear nothing.
I'm sobered up.

Now, this page tore
out of the hotel register,

that's the one your friend
wrote his name on, huh?

Well, we think so, yes.

And his saddle was
found in the livery stable,

hidden under some
straw in a box stall.

- His?
- Yes.

How do you know that? It's
got his name on it someplace?

No, it doesn't
have his name on it,

but there was a nick in the stirrup
leather which we all recognized.

Well, all right.

Let's have his
description now. How tall?

Do you think you'll
get out before dark?

I generally do.

You be sure you go straight
to Mr. Cartwright, now.

Tell him I said to give you $20.

That much, huh?

Can you remember the name?

Oh, sure, sure.

You'd better tell
me yours again.

All right. Now, if I see this
Candy fella around anyplace,

why, I'll tell him
you're over at the hotel.

- That's all you're gonna do?
- Well, that's all I can do.

Well, you can talk
to the hotel clerk.

You've already done that.
You didn't find out anything.

Well, talk to the fella at the livery
stable. We know that's Candy's saddle!

How am I gonna arrest a man for
tearing a page out of his own book?

And that saddle,

there's probably a hundred of 'em
that got nicks one place or another.

Your friend is probably
gonna show up any minute now

and wonder why you fellas are
making such a fuss about him.

Don't worry, fellas.
He'll show up.

He'll show up.

I appreciate that, Harry.

I don't want interference
any more than you do.

Why don't we get this Candy back
in here and really bear down on him?

Yeah. May as well let Lonnie out,
too. He ought to be sober by now.

Nobody'll even admit to seeing him.
He's gotta be around here someplace.

Yeah. Page tore out
of the hotel registry?

Saddle hidden over
in the livery stable?

He didn't ride out of
town bareback, either.

I know of a lot of places
we haven't looked.

Come on.

You go home now, Lonnie.
Try to stay out of trouble.

Yes, sir.

- Nice knowing you, Lonnie.
- Oh, yeah. It was.

Hey, Lonnie.

No need to do a lot of talking
about things. You get my drift?

Uh-huh.

You ready to talk?

I've already said
everything I'm gonna say.

One of the survivors
identified you, boy.

We've got a witness back there
that saw you and your partner

within two miles of Mr. Burnham's
place, just a few minutes after the...

Killings! Go ahead
and use the word!

Be a lot better for you if you
was to tell us the whole story.

Where's the money?
Who's your partner?

I can't help you.

I ought to tell you, son, Mr. Burnham
here has his heart set on a confession.

I don't have a lot of
faith in courts, mister,

but you are not going into
one without a confession,

signed, sealed, and delivered!

I'm not gonna say another
word until I see Mr. Cartwright.

Open up!

Or I'll open you up!

- No luck. You?
- No. Where's Joe?

In the freight yard out
on the edge of town.

I been down every street
and alley in this town,

talked to everybody I could
meet, there ain't many out. Nothing.

Yeah. Same with me.

Candy's in trouble. Wherever he
is, we're gonna have to find him.

Hold him.

Let's put him in here.
It's easier to feed him.

Looks like they worked
you over pretty good.

Yeah. Have they gone?

Yeah, yeah.

Putting on an act for 'em, huh?

A little.

They get rough enough, they can
make a man talk himself blue in the face.

- You say anything?
- Just "ouch" every now and then.

My name is John Ferson.

My name's Candy.

None of them knows what
he's doing. Temporary deputies.

Ah. That's about what I figured.

Nobody'll tell me why.

A couple of fellas robbed
Burnham's ranch this morning.

Killed his wife and her father. Then
burned the place down around them.

No wonder they're so stirred up.

How come you know about it?

One of the fellas picked
me up this morning told me.

Oh. I kind of got the
idea that that sheriff

was a bear on everybody
being close-mouthed.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I guess he
didn't get to everybody.

Yeah. I guess not.

Hey!

I'll be right back. You'll see.

Nothing?

Nope.

Well, I guess we'll wait
until morning. Let's go in.

- Oh, hi. Where is Mr. Cartwright?
- Ssh!

Well, come on, where
is Mr. Cartwright?

I'm Ben Cartwright.

Give me, uh... the $20.

I suppose they're gonna
work you over again.

Yeah. Yeah. I suppose so.

Don't have to be.

They missed it when
they searched me.

Figured I'd jump 'em when
they bring some food around.

I could use some help.

If you're game.

Count me in.

All right.

You lied to me. You've got
Candy locked up in jail right here.

- All right.
- And he's gonna stay locked up.

- On what charge?
- Robbery, arson, and two murders.

- Oh, that's a pack of nonsense.
- What's this all about?

- Doesn't concern you.
- Oh, yes, it does concern us.

Candy works for us,
and we want to talk to him.

Not while I'm still
investigating, mister.

When that's done, he can talk to
anybody he wants to, not before.

- What about bail?
- Judge is riding in on Monday.

You can see him about bail. Be a
waste, though. He's not gonna set bail.

- Not for murder.
- Candy has the right...

Cartwright, you may carry
a lot of weight back home,

but around here you're
just another loud noise.

I'm busy. You hamper me in any
way, I'm liable to toss you in jail.

Is there any
lawyer in this town?

Yeah. Ed Phipps.

But if you're gonna catch
him sober, you'd better hurry.

He starts drinking around noon.

Get back against the wall.

I said get back.

He don't feel so good.

- Go ahead.
- Don't turn around.

- Wait a minute.
- That knife was very convenient.

I'm very suspicious.
You're going first.

- Go on.
- Hold on a minute.

Jim?

Jim!

Jim, it's me, Johnny.

Jim, it's me, Johnny.

Hey, the killers are
trying to bust out of jail.

Come on, I need some help!

Over there, come on!

That friend of
yours out there. Jim?

- He tried to kill you, mister.
- No.

- He's still trying.
- No, you're mistaken.

He's the one who slipped you
the knife, isn't he? Your partner.

No, you're wrong.

- You're wrong!
- All right, on your feet!

Let's see if I'm mistaken. You're
gonna walk out there with your hands up.

All right, mister.

Start talking.

What's going on in there?

That killer, that Candy and one
of the other prisoners got guns.

They're trying to escape.

Candy!

- Hoss?
- Yeah.

Tell 'em to hold their fire. We're
coming out with our hands up.

We got something
to tell the sheriff.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

It's Ben Cartwright. I
want to talk to the sheriff.

- Over here, Cartwright.
- I want to come over there.

Unarmed!

Hold your firing. All right,
Cartwright. Come on.

Sheriff, Candy and whoever
else is in there with him,

they're gonna come out,
empty-handed, no guns.

If anything happens to them,
I'm gonna hold you accountable.

Everybody, hold your fire.
Prisoners are coming out.

Sheriff, that's one of your
killers. This is the other one.

He's ready to talk.

Everything's there.

It's all cleared up now.

Jim's owned up to it, where
he hid the money, everything.

I've known Jim Hale half
my life. Gosh, I trusted him.

Well...

Turned out all right. The
right men in jail, nobody hurt.

So, I guess you fellas will be
heading on back down south.

Yeah.

Yes, just as soon as you've
given him everything you owe him.

Why, excuse me?

An apology.

Oh, well, sure. Of... Of course.

That goes without
saying. I'm real sorry, son.

All right.

Well, boy, I... you can
understand how it is.

I'll try.

But don't you count on it.

The law presumes a man to
be innocent until proven guilty.

If you'd gone along with that,
you wouldn't have to apologize.