Cheyenne (1955–1963): Season 1, Episode 2 - Julesburg - full transcript

Got those maps finished,
Smitty?

Yep, them government boys
are gonna know this land

just like
they'd been here.

Hey, what's this picture of
Chief Crazy Horse doin' in here?

Well, if you don't want it,
stick it on the tree.

Ah, the Indian wars
are on again.

Two bits and a hot bath says
you can't hit him in the eye.

You're on.

Hyah!

Hmm.

Looks like those hot baths
are on you.



Hyah! Hey!

Where do we get
them hot baths?

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Now, why do you suppose
they camp this time of day?

I don't know.
Let's find out.

I figure we're somewhere
in, uh-

Here comes somebody!

Howdy.
Havin' trouble?

Uh, I'm afraid we are.

You see, our guide
got the fever and died,

and we tried to go on.

And I think we're lost.

Where you headed for?

Wyoming territory.



You're lost.

Oh, We've heard that there's
nothing like that place

for growing grass
to fatten cattle,

and build up fine herds.

Are you an Indian fighter?

I'm afraid not, son.
My name's Cheyenne Bodie.

This is my pal, Smitty.

What's your name?

Tommy Scott.

Uh, my name
is Williams and-

And this is Mr. Scott,
the boy's brother.

Hello.

Howdy.

We'll take you as far
as Fort Laramie.

You can get a guide there

that'll take you
the rest of the way.

Well, we sure are
obliged to you.

Well, I guess we'd better
get these wagons rollin'.

Yeah, it look like
them cattle of yours

ain't tasted water
for quite a spell.

They sure ain't.

Well, load up, boys,
we're gonna roll!

Close in the circle,
we'll camp here tonight.

Are you sure you ain't
an Indian fighter?

Well, I sure hate
to disappoint you, Tommy.

But when I meet an Indian,
I try to make friends with him.

And that's a break
for the Indian.

Chief Crazy Horse might've lost
an eyeball this afternoon.

Huh?

Smitty's talking about
a little target practice we had.

I don't see how you can hit
anything with this gun.

Sure is old-fashioned.

I'm a gun salesman
for Smith & Wesson.

If the gun isn't made
by my company,

Tommy here thinks
it's old-fashioned.

If you ain't an Indian fighter,
what do you do?

Well, Tommy, when we met you
this afternoon,

we had just finished
mapping out the boundary line

to the territory granted
to the Arapaho.

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

Are they anything
like Indians?

Sonny,
them Arapahos

is the closest thing
to being Indian

without being Apache.

What do ya think?
Worth coming after?

Could be.

Why, that herd must run
200 head or better.

Yeah.

Well, get goin', boys.

But remember now, if anything
goes wrong, I don't know ya.

Get to the cattle!
That herd'll stampede!

Mount up, boys,
they're after the herd!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Whoo!

Tommy, get back!

Mort! Look out!

Whoo!

Hyah! Come on!

Hyah!

My brother!

Scott?

Yes.

Tie him up!

Haven't you got
anything better to do?

Yep.

I can pull the trigger.

No luck, eh, Cheyenne?

Where are your friends
headed with that herd?

I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

Well, you'd better know
what he's talkin' about.

Killing him won't get
your cattle back, Williams.

We scraped together
every cent that we had

and bought fine stock.

That's what we were counting on
to get started with.

Now we haven't got anything.

Cattle thieves don't hang on
to what they steal for long.

His partners will sell your herd
as soon as they get a chance.

There's a town
not very far from here

by the name of Julesburg.

Julesburg? You know,
I ain't never been there,

but I heard tell
of that place.

They say there ain't no law
and there ain't no Sunday.

If that's where
they're taking our herd,

then just show us
the way, we'll-

Julesburg don't take kindly
to strangers.

If we all rode in there,
we'd attract too much attention.

It'd be better if Smitty and I
rode in alone.

You know, I ain't so sure
that'd work either.

If they ever got wind
to what you was doin'...

Smitty's right.

Can I borrow
one of your wagons?

Well, I see no reason why you
shouldn't use Scott's wagon.

We'll take care
of Tommy.

That's it
over there.

What do ya wanna go to town
in a wagon for?

Strangers that come to town
in a wagon

are usually peaceable folks.

You know...
I've been thinking, Cheyenne.

Why do I have to wear
these clothes?

Because you'll do better
in Julesburg

if you make out like
you got a purpose in town.

But I don't know anything
about selling guns.

I'll tell ya, Smitty.

Tommy!

I know
the circular by heart.

Looks like we got
a stowaway.

Better turn around
and head back.

Please don't send me back.
Please.

Can't I stay with you?

I-I don't wanna go back
without-

Without my brother.

Well, all right.

But when we get
to Julesburg,

you're gonna have to pretend
that you've never met me before.

I never saw you before
in my life.

I'll ride on ahead.

And, Tommy, don't forget
to teach Smitty

everything you know
about those new guns.

I won't.

The Smith & Wesson products
are superior

to all other firearms.

The new revolver's balance
is superior,

plus the new quick-loading
metallic cartridge.

Are you listening?

Hmm? Yeah, yeah.

All right, so I'm
a gun salesman.

What are you sellin'?

I'm not. I'm buyin'.

Hyah! Hey!

How many, Floyd?

Two hundred and twenty six.

"Two hundred
and twenty-six head."

"Signed,

"Thomas...

"Walcott."

You paid a real big price
for that herd, Mr. McCanles.

Well, Mr. Walcott
raises fine stock.

I think he's deserving
of the top dollar.

See ya at the hotel, boy.

Oh, good morning,
Mr. McCanles.

Hello.

'Morning, Mr. McCanles.
Hello.

Oh, good morning,
Mr. McCanles.

Good morning, Wilfred.

Well, how's our lady
business man today?

Very busy, thank you.

Now, what in the world
is this?

"Now is the time
for all good men,

"to come to the aid
of the party."

She's just keeping in practice.

Sure is a demon for work,
isn't she?

You don't have to put on
no show for me, Jeremy.

I'd prefer it if you'd call me
Mrs. Barnes.

Jeremy, that's no way to talk
to Mr. McCanles.

Uh, don't let her upset you,
Mr. McCanles,

uh, business has been
a little slow lately,

and Jeremy's rather nervous.

Ah, your wife
would never upset me.

Wilfred, I've got
226 head of cattle

over in the pens.

What's your company payin'?

Well, we pay $25
for beef steers,

20 for cows and two year olds,
and 10 for yearlings.

That's a deal, I won't even try
to bargain with ya.

Plenty of profit in it
for all of us.

Where did you get the cattle,
Mr. McCanles?

Oh, some outfit headed west,
got discouraged and turned back.

You couldn't be the one that
discouraged them, could you?

Mrs. Barnes,

sometimes you take too much
advantage of being a woman.

Wilfred,

here's the bill of sale
for your records.

Now, as soon as you
check the count,

we'll go over to the bank
and get the money.

I'll be in the bar.
Well, uh, Mr. McCanles,

I don't have that kind of money
here in town.

I'll have to telegraph
our Kansas City office.

Well, how long will it take
to get the money?

Four or five days at least.
Four or five days!

Can't you get it
no faster than that?

Well, I can try-

You try hard, will ya,
'cause I don't want them steers

runnin' up a big feed bill
on me.

Well, I'll hurry it up as fast
as I can, Mr. McCanles.

You better.

I'll run over to the pens
and make the tally.

Wait.

You don't really believe
he bought those cattle, do you?

Well, he had
a bill of sale.

He could write these out
by the dozen.

But all the company requires
is some proof of ownership.

If there's any trouble, McCanles
will be responsible, not us.

But we both know
what kind of a man he is.

We have to be sensible.

McCanles runs this town,
if I try to buck him,

I'll be out of business
in 10 minutes.

You'll have your self-respect
at least.

I haven't bought a single head
of cattle in the last month.

I couldn't turn it down,
not a commission that big.

Oh, Wilfred, I'm afraid.

The way you talked up, no one
would ever think you were.

Afraid of what he's doing
to you.

We don't belong in this town.
They're not our kind of people.

Nobody's good enough for you,
Jeremy.

Especially me.

I get 223.

Well, I counted 226.

But since McCanles is kind of
sweet on your wife,

he won't do no bickering.

You seem mighty interested
in this herd, mister.

I'm always interested
in good cattle.

Best looking stock I've run into
in a long time.

You in the cattle business?

I buy it from time to time.

You're wasting
your time here, mister.

This herd's
already been sold.

That's too bad.

I said this herd's
already been sold.

Isn't any law against
just looking at them, is there?

Hyah!

Whoa.

Tommy, we sleep
in beds tonight.

Boy, the horses.

We'd like a room, please.

What are your rates?
Hm?

How much?
How long?

Oh, a day or two.

Just long enough for me to, uh,
finish my business.

It'll be a dollar a night
for both you and your son.

I ain't his son.

My kid brother.

It makes no difference,
it's still a dollar a night.

"Morton Scott and brother."
What's your line?

I represent the new
metallic cartridge revolver

put out by
the Smith & Wesson Company.

This gun will take its rightful
place in our parade of progress,

and is destined to play
an important role

in our country's
western expansion.

"Sells guns."

Hey, drummer.

Come over here.

We've got a seat open.

Maybe a little new blood in the
game will bring me some luck.

No, thanks, not much of a hand
at poker.

Gave it up two years ago.

Had three of a kind and a feller
beat me out with two sixes.

Two sixes?
They had a pearl handle.

Course, I didn't feel too bad,
but the feller next to me did.

He had six aces.

Well, I'm glad you gentlemen
invited me over here.

I have right here one
of the finest examples

of gun workmanship
in the world.

This weapon will undoubtedly
take its rightful place

in our parade of progress,

and is destined to play
an important role

in our country's
western expansion.

It will, huh?

Maybe we ought to go out and see
how this thing works, huh?

Fine.

There's a stranger
hangin' around the cattle pen.

Seems mighty curious.

Is that so.

Better get him over here.

There he is.

Says he's a cattle buyer.

He's a big ol' boy,
ain't he?

Now, in order to give
a proper demonstration,

you gotta have a target.

What would you
like to shoot at?

Well, it's your show, drummer.
You gonna do the shootin'.

Me?

Yeah, you gonna see
if you can shoot this spade

out of the black lady.

Well, I ain't
the world's greatest shot.

But if you get somebody
to put it up.

Well, that's possible.
Uh...

Floyd, have the cattle buyer
hold the target.

Hold this.

What's this for?

Just hold it.

The salesman's gonna give us
a shootin' demonstration.

Look, I didn't come to Julesburg
to get my hand shot off

by a salesman.

Pick it up.

It doesn't look like
I've got much choice.

Stand back, Floyd.

Higher.

All right, Mr. Scott,
let's see how your gun works.

Can't. I'm awful good
at cans,

if you could just get
somebody to throw 'em up.

Bottle top, fruit jars.

Shoot the card, boy.

The card.
Yeah.

Hold it steady, will ya?

And I'd be obliged if you'd aim
kind of careful like.

You're not
a very good shot, mister.

I missed you,
didn't I?

Maybe the cattle buyer
can shoot this new gun.

Fine, when you get through
with the gun,

I'll be in the hotel.
Just give me-

Come back here.

You're holdin' the card.

The card?
Yeah, get going.

I sure hope you know something
about shootin' guns, mister.

Can you hold it
a wee bit steadier?

I ain't movin' a muscle.

Say, that's mighty good
shootin', mister.

All right folks,
the show is over.

This what you got
in mind?

Yes, sir.

Your gun handles
real well.

Look me up
before you leave town,

I might do some business
with you.

I sure will. I wanna get
every customer I can.

Looks like you came
to the right place to sell guns.

Well, I better be gettin' back
in the hotel.

Say, mister.

You got a cattle broker
in town?

Sure have,
the office that joins the hotel.

Thanks.

Hello.

And what's your name,
little boy?

Tommy Scott.

What's that thing?

Oh, this is a typewriter.

What's that?

Well, it writes words.

Here, I'll show you.

Now, you take this
piece of paper,

put it right there,

and then you press
these buttons.

There.

Gee, that spells my name.

Hi, young man.

May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to see
the cattle broker.

Yes.

Well, you're the prettiest
cattle broker I ever saw.

My husband is the broker,
I'm the secretary.

Sorry to hear that.

Did you want
something?

Did you buy those cattle
over in the pen?

Why, yes.
Why do you ask?

May I ask
who you bought them from?

I don't think that's
any of your business.

I've been in the cattle business
a long time

and I never made secret of
who I bought my cattle from.

If you want
to discuss business,

you're going to have to speak
to my husband.

Well, where's he at?

Right now, he's at the bank.

Hey, can you put your name
on this thing too?

Why, sure.

Excuse me.

I've been looking every place
for you, Tommy.

Oh, you must be
Mr. Scott?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, your son and I
have been chatting.

I ain't his son.

He seems awfully unhappy.
Is there anything I can do?

Aw, he'll be all right,
ma'am.

I guess you just missed
your big brother, huh, kid?

Don't cry, Tommy.

Your brother looks
all tuckered out.

If I was you,
I'd take him up to his room

and see that he got
some sleep.

I guess you're right.

This has been a hard trip.

It's the first time he's ever
traveled with me and-

Well, I guess he's just
not used to it.

Come on, Tommy.

I'll check in and stop back
and see your husband later.

I'd like a room.

You know, that sure was
good shootin'

for a cattle buyer.

You gonna be
in town long?

That all depends.

Mr. McCanles, I've just come
from the bank.

I've made arrangements so you'll
get your money tomorrow morning.

Oh, good, 'cause I didn't want
to wait five or six days.

I know you didn't. The bank said
if I bring in the bill of sale,

they'll advance the money
from Kansas City.

Thanks, Wilfred.

Got any baggage?

No, no baggage.

Upstairs to your right.

You're traveling light,
aren't you?

A man travels faster
that way.

Hey, you.

Yeah, what do
you want?

I'm dry.
How 'bout some water?

Hyah! Come on!

Come on, Tommy.
Crying won't do any good.

He's havin'
an awful rough time of it.

Can't get over
what happened to Mort.

I know how hard it is for you,
Tommy, but...

You know, Indians say
that nothing ever really dies.

They think of life as a stream
that never stops flowing.

When we die...

they believe that we move
to another branch of the stream

that goes on forever.

I feel the same way, Tommy.

I wish you could too.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to cry,
but I-I can't stop.

Well, Indians are very brave,
but they cry too, Tommy.

You don't have to be
ashamed of cryin'.

Hello. I thought Tommy
might like something to eat.

He hadn't got much appetite.

Oh, well, maybe I can
talk him into it.

Tommy.

Tommy, I brought you
some warm milk.

I don't want any milk.

Why don't you sit up
and drink it?

It might make you
feel better.

That's a good boy.

Doesn't that taste good?

See, all your brother
needed was a little-

He ain't my brother!
My brother was killed!

Wait, I...

I might've known
that no decent men

would ever come
to Julesburg.

He's not his brother,
so I don't suppose

you're in the cattle business.

His brother was killed
on the Overland Trail,

during a raid on a wagon train.

Those cattle your husband bought
were stolen from that train.

And that's why we're here,
to try and get 'em back.

You better tell your husband
to break off that deal

he made with McCanles.

How'd you know it's McCanles
we're lookin' for?

Here's the bill of sale.

That W brand on those cattle
doesn't stand for "Walcott,"

Mrs. Barnes.

The rightful owner of that herd
is a man named Williams.

I don't see why I should believe
that you're telling the truth.

You know I'm telling the truth.

Julesburg is a rotten town.

And as long as people turn
their backs

and pretend that
what's going on

is none of their business,
it'll stay that way.

There's not much a woman can do
about changing things.

May I go, please?

But, Cheyenne, there's something
that's botherin' me.

How are just the two of us gonna
round up McCanles and his gang

and get them cattle
out of Julesburg?

We got all night
to worry about that.

Yes, sir, with your connections,
we ought to make us a jillion.

Well, come in, Mrs. Barnes.

Wilfred and I was just
celebrating our first big deal.

Drink up, Wilfred.

We were wondering
where you were.

Wilfred, if I had
a beautiful wife like that,

I'd wanna know
where she was just every minute.

Oh, I don't suppose
a young lady like you

would quite understand
what I'm talking about.

I've always understood you
completely.

Now, if you did, we'd get along
a lot better than we do.

I'd like to see my husband alone
if you don't mind.

Well, what for?
We're all partners.

There needn't be
any secrets.

Wilfred, you don't mind
if I stay, do you?

No, I don't mind.

What did you wanna
see me about?

It can wait.

Oh, come on
and have a drink with us

and celebrate.

You may find out,
Mr. McCanles,

you haven't anything
to celebrate.

Now, what do you mean
by that?

What do you mean,
Jeremy?

This morning, the bill of sale
was on my desk.

But it's not there now.

I-I don't understand it,

I-I left it lying right here
this morning.

Where is it, Mrs. Barnes?

I haven't got
the faintest idea.

But I'm glad it's gone.

We- We've got to find it.

The bank won't advance the money
without it.

I think you're wasting your time
looking for it, Wilfred.

Did you by any chance
visit that big fella

that's trying to pass himself
off as a cattle buyer?

I don't think
that's any of your business.

Listen, I won't have any trouble
gettin' back that bill of sale,

but I want you to know that
when I want anything bad enough,

I can get it, Jeremy.

I told you
my name was Mrs. Barnes!

I sure admire a woman
for being proud.

But I don't understand how
a woman with your spirit

can be proud of keeping
and wearing the name

of Mrs. Barnes.

Why don't
you leave him alone?

Do you have to ruin every bit
of his self-respect?

Nobody can ruin
a man's self-respect

except in a man himself.

Wait a minute, I'm not done
with you, young lady.

Let go of me!

Take your hands
off my wife!

Get back in the office,
Wilfred.

I told you to take your hands
off of her!

Boy, I told you
to get back in the office.

It's pretty late for you
to start actin' like a man.

Please, Mr. McCanles.
Leave him alone.

I'd listen to Mrs. Barnes
if I were you, McCanles.

If any of your men move
for their gun,

they won't be helping you
stay alive.

You're gonna find out
you making a big mistake, boy.

Mr. Barnes,

you and your wife
live here in the hotel?

No.

Then, you'd better
take her home.

Come on, Jeremy.

Let him go, boys!

He can't go no place.

No use of anybody else
gettin' killed.

Mike, you and Walt
cover the outside.

We might have
an awful long wait.

Well, he can't
stay up there forever.

What happened?

Better take a look
out the window, Smitty.

We're liable to be here
for quite a spell.

Stay back, Tommy.

Why do we have to sit here
sweatin' it out?

Let's go up and get him.

Ain't nobody stoppin' you,
Floyd.

If you wanna get a hole in you
like the one in that black lady,

you just go right up ahead
and get him.

Can't ya think
of somethin', Cheyenne?

You better be careful, Tommy.

A gun's not the best thing
to play with.

I'm not playing.
I'm loading Smitty's old gun

with the new
high-powered cartridge.

You mean, those new high-powered
bullets will fit any.44?

Sure.

What are they doin' back?

That's what I wanna
find out.

I didn't think you two
would come back here.

We came back here
to get some things.

We won't be here long.
We're leaving Julesburg.

You ain't leaving Julesburg

till I get the money
for my cattle.

McCanles, he's comin' down.

Huh?

All right, drummer,
come on down.

Good mornin'.

Good morning.

Mrs. Barnes is in the office,
Tommy.

Why don't you go over there
and play with the typewriter?

I think I'll have
some breakfast.

I forgot all about him
being up there.

So did I.

Would you mind pointin'
them things the other way?

Hey, son.

What's the cattle buyer
doing up there?

You mean that fella that shoots well? Yeah.

Why, he's pacing around upstairs
like a crazy man.

What's goin' on,
Mr. McCanles?

Oh, nothing for you
to worry about.

Good. I'm leaving Julesburg,

just as soon as me and the boy
have some breakfast.

I sure wish I could sell a gun
before I leave.

How's the chance of getting some
ham and eggs for breakfast?

Very good.

D'ya mind?

Well, we don't have to
just sit here.

Let's play some poker
or something.

Good idea.
Get a deck and deal 'em out.

Hey, drummer, you wanna sit in
a couple of hands with us

before you leave town?

Well, I would love to,
Mr. McCanles,

but I can't afford to lose.

You know I ain't sold
a single gun

since I come to this town?

But I have got
something in here

I think you'd be
mighty interested-

We're not interested
in any new guns.

Well, I'm not talkin'
about guns.

My company has a high-powered
cartridge for old revolvers.

They don't make a high-powered
cartridge to fit this revolver.

Well, my company does,
it's the newest thing out.

Let me see your gun,
and I'll show you.

All right-

No, you just gimme
the cartridge,

and I'll put it in.

Hey, your company
got a good idea at that.

Well, now, how about
the rest of you gentlemen?

I've got enough cartridges
here for you.

Let's not worry about the cost
'cause once you try 'em,

you'll never use anything else.

Well, if they're free.

Well, come on, give me
some of them new bullets.

Just put the gun down,
McCanles.

I ain't kiddin'.

Put it down,
or I'll blow your head off.

You, get your hands up
and get around front.

Cheyenne!

Keep 'em covered.

Those shots will bring us
more company.

Get your hands up!

All right, drop 'em.

Get over there.

I never thought
I'd see this day.

Get out of the way.

Come on.

I'll kill the first one
who makes a sound.

Here, put these in your safe.

Yes, sir!

I've been dying to do this
for a long time.

All right,
on your feet.

Get over to the door.

All right, drop 'em.

Wilfred!

Give me the gun, Wilfred.

Stand back!

Ooh.

You know, Cheyenne.

This is the best fight I had
since I left Texas.

Don't forget to drink
your milk, Tommy.

Oh, we'll take care of him
till we hear from his relatives.

I hope
that'll be never.

After you get
to Fort Laramie, Cheyenne,

where will you
be heading?

Oh, I guess we'll go wherever
the government sends us, Tommy.

Thanks for what you did
for Julesburg.

And for us, Cheyenne.

I don't think my husband
would mind

if I kissed you goodbye,
Cheyenne.

As long as you're passin' out
goodbyes like that,

I'd like to have
one of them myself.

Goodbye, Smitty.

Goodbye, Smitty!
Goodbye, Cheyenne!

Take care of yourself, Tommy.

So long. We'll be seeing ya.