Mark... what's this I hear
about somebody trying to bushwhack the Judge?
That's what the Judge said.
Where is he? Is he all right?
The Judge is at his attorney's.
The other fella's down at the undertaker.
You mean he killed him?
I've got his statement right here.
He admits firing on him.
You make it sound as if he did something wrong, Mark.
I wouldn't know. I wasn't there.
Well, if somebody bushwhacks you,
what else can you do but shoot back?
When the Judge got back into town,
He said that this fella Jeff Ballard
fired on him from a distance. He returned the fire.
We found the body right where the Judge said it was.
But the bullet was in the back.
He was unarmed. No gun anywhere.
We looked all over the place.
Then somebody got there first and stole the gun.
Possibly.
But the Judge must be treated like anyone else.
Especially since everyone in town knows
he and this fella Ballard had a run-in a couple of months ago.
Now, wait a minute.
You think if the Judge was gonna gun somebody down,
he'd run right in here and tell you all about it?
That's something the jury's gonna have to figure out.
Whoever took that gun must've left a trail.
Did you look for it?
No, I had to get the body back.
Where did you find this fella Ballard's body?
In a clearing just off the Shiloh road.
Just north of where the bridge crosses the creek.
It doesn't take two of us to read one trail.
You tell the Judge I'll be in touch with him.
You really thing the Judge is in trouble, don't you?
Well, I think that gun better show up.
Yeah, he was here.
Brown-white horse, about 16 hands.
Had a real sore hoof. Put a new shoe on him.
What did the fella ridin' him look like?
About six feet tall, weighin' 170.
Did he tell you his name?
I didn't ask him.
Comical fella he was, though.
Tried to swap me a punchboard instead of payin' for the shoe.
Did he say where he was headed?
No, just went along down the road.
Thanks.
One more thing.
Did you notice if he was wearing a gun
or carrying one?
Didn't notice. Why?
Just curious.
Much obliged.
This the horse?
Well...
Looks like it. Where's the owner?
I'm the owner.
Bought him not two hours ago.
Why? He wasn't stolen, was he?
Oh, no. I'm not interested in the horse.
I'm just lookin' for the man you bought him from.
I wouldn't buy a horse from a stranger
unless I had a declaration.
Here. It says right here
he guaranteed the ownership of the horse.
Ralph Slocum.
About six feet, 170 pounds?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, he can't get far on foot. Which way did he head?
He ain't in town. He took the stage to North Bend.
North Bend?
Montana. Oh.
Next one comes through day after tomorrow,
if you're thinking of following him.
No, thanks. I'll do better
takin' the train from Medicine Bow.
Say...
what's this fella done?
That's what I'd like to find out.
I can't understand how they could even put the Judge on trial.
I mean, they know him-- his reputation.
A reputation is not evidence, my friend.
The available facts indicate
that Garth shot a man in the back-- an unarmed man.
No matter how the jury feels about Garth personally,
evidence is what they're gonna base a verdict on.
MAN: All aboard!
You've got to find that man. Get him back here,
with the gun-- because if you don't,
Garth is in more trouble than I or anyone else
can ever hope to get him out of!
Good luck!
I hope that's all it takes!
MAN: Wheeler Junction!
Wheeler!
Wheeler Junction!
MAN: All aboard! All aboard!
There we are, miss.
Thank you very much.
My pleasure. Couldn't let a little thing like you
carry these great, big suitcases.
You just sit yourself down.
Let's you and me get better acquainted.
No, I can't do that.
I can't sit at the front of the train.
It's bad luck, and I'm terribly superstitious.
Why did you let me put the suitcases down?
That's all right, because the man I bought them from
said they weren't a bit superstitious.
Now, look here, miss--
Would you excuse me? I have to go and see my cousin.
May I, uh--
Sit down? Please do.
You go back to sleep.
I just wanted to get away from a man down there.
He's the fatherly type.
It's the worst kind.
Go on, go back to sleep.
I'm Angie Clark.
Actually, that's not my name at all.
It's really Angelina Klumpp-- with two Ps.
Isn't that awful?
Well, I--
Can't you imagine someone getting up and saying,
"The next number will be rendered by Angelina Klumpp"?
So I changed it to Angie Clark.
I think that sounds a lot better, don't you?
You a singer?
That's right. And I'm very good.
I sang for two years at the best theater club in Seattle.
I'd still be there-- only the management changed hands.
And when I say "hands", I do mean--
Where are you going?
North Bend, Montana.
Isn't it a small world? So am I.
I expect a job there.
What you mean is, you've got a job waiting there for you?
People are always telling me what I mean
when I don't mean what they're telling me what I mean.
I mean, I expect to get a job there.
You mean, you came all this way without knowing?
Oh, there's a job there.
At the Palace Theater Club.
A girl who used to sing there came to Seattle--
she told me all about it.
What if the job's filled?
Well, it isn't, because the owner said
he wasn't gonna hire anybody.
I see.
But what about you?
Why are you going to North Bend?
Business. Oh.
What kind of business?
Well, I'll, uh--
I'll be looking at some cattle.
You came all this way just to look at cows?
Heh.
I've always said, if you've seen one cow,
you've seen them all.
But I guess that's because I'm a woman.
That could have something to do with it.
It's a great pleasure to have you with us, Miss Clark.
Will you be staying with us for long?
Oh, yes. Forever and ever.
Well, I have give you room 209.
That's one of our finest rooms.
I'm sure you'll be very comfortable there.
Oh, thank you very much.
Do you know where the Palace Theater Club is?
The Palace Theater Club?
I don't know that.
There's a Palace Saloon owned by Mr. Hardy.
Mr. Hardy, that's right. Where is his theater club?
That's on the south side of town.
Go down to Spring Street, turn right,
and you'll come to a livery stable.
Uh, Angie?
Let me buy you lunch, and I'll help you find it.
Oh, fine. If you let me help you find those cows.
Hmm?
Those cows you're looking for. Remember?
Hello. Hello.
I'm trying to find a man that...
might be traveling under the name of Ralph Slocum.
Mean anything to you?
I don't think so. What does he look like?
I really don't know. I've never seen him myself.
He's a young fella, around 30 years old.
Six feet, about 170 pounds. He sells punchboards.
I know five or six men who would fit that description.
But none of them sell punchboards.
Room 303, that's on the third floor--
right next to the stairs.
I'll get your luggage sent up to you.
It's all right, I can handle it.
If your friend Mr. Slocum is a drinking man,
you could try the Palace Saloon.
You mean the Palace Theater Club, don't you?
Yeah. Oh, of course. The Palace Theater Club.
You mean you came all the way from Seattle
for a job I don't even have?
Well, you've got a stage, customers, tables.
All you need is a singer.
I had a singer, and I fired her.
And business has never been better.
I'm sorry, miss. You should've wrote me.
I could've saved you all that money...
comin' here on a wild goose chase.
Money? Mr. Hardy...
I'm glad you mentioned that subject,
because it's something we should settle right away.
Say, excuse me. Yes, sir?
Wonder if you could help me on something.
You happen to know a fella named Slocum?
Ralph Slocum?
Slocum. No, that's a new one on me.
Lives here in town, does he?
No, he's a traveling salesman
for a punchboard company.
Young fella, around 30.
Six feet, about 170 pounds.
Afraid not.
No, the name Slocum doesn't mean a thing to me.
Thanks.
It's not that I expect too much in the beginning--
Lady, I don't know what--
My name's Angie Clark. Don't you remember?
Sure, I remember your name--
Oh, that's very sweet of you.
I think it should be on a percentage basis, Mr. Hardy,
in fairness to you.
Oh, in fairness to me?
I'll pay the piano player, of course,
take care of my own costumes.
All I need from you is a dressing room.
And some pictures outside...
with some nice, exciting copy.
You know--"Direct from a triumphant engagement
in Seattle's leading theater club--"
Or something along those lines.
Now, about the newspapers--
don't you think that a full-page--
Now, whoa, lady.
I mean, whoa, Miss Clark.
A half page.
You really need this job, don't you?
Yes.
You're broke? Yes.
Yeah. Well...
I won't make any promises,
but at least I'll listen.
You be here tomorrow morning, early.
And I hope you're as good as you think you are.
Actually, Mr. Hardy...
nobody is.
I've had a wonderful evening.
Well, I hope I didn't keep you out too late.
You got that big tryout tomorrow.
Didn't think about it all night.
What did you think about?
Cows.
Oh, I know.
The ones I came to look at.
Angie, you're gonna be great tomorrow.
Good night.
That man! That man!
Sheriff, this is Miss Angie Clark.
One of your deputies busted into her hotel room and--
Hold it right there.
If this lady's got a complaint,
I want to hear it from her.
Well, he told me to get out of town,
on the 3:00 train tomorrow, or else I'd get hurt.
Let me get this straight.
You say one of my men busted into your room?
But he was a deputy. He even showed me a badge.
And he told me-- Just a minute.
It wasn't either of those boys?
I didn't bust into no room.
Neither did I. We've been here all evening.
Let the lady talk.
No, I'm sure of that.
Go get Fred and Ben, quick.
Please sit down, Miss Clark.
Tell him what happened, Angie.
I'd just taken off my hat, and there was this knock on the door.
When was this?
Just a little while ago.
About ten minutes, I guess.
All right, go ahead.
I went to see who it was, and there was this man there.
He took a badge out of his pocket and showed it to me.
He said he was a deputy. So I asked him what he wanted.
And he told me to leave town
on the 3:00 train tomorrow.
Did he say why?
Well, that's just it.
He wouldn't tell me anything.
Except if I knew what was good for me, I'd leave.
He actually threatened you?
What else would you call it?
What did this man look like?
Well, it's-- it's hard to say.
But I would know him if I saw him.
Where do you figure in this?
I'm a friend of Miss Clark's.
But you weren't there when it happened?
No, I missed that pleasure.
Excuse me.
Come over here, Ben, where the lady can get a look at you.
What's going on, Tony?
That's what we're trying to find out.
How about it, Miss Clark? Is this the man?
You're sure about that?
Yes. He's not the one.
All right, go on home, boys.
How long have you been in town, Miss Clark?
Since this morning.
Expect to be here long?
Yes. I'm working at the Palace.
Doing what? I'm a singer.
Singer, huh?
Something wrong with that?
About her being a singer?
No.
About the rest of it, I'm waiting.
For what? Till someone stuffs me in a trunk
and puts me on that 3:00 train?
Maybe I'd better tell you something, Miss Clark.
There ain't no 3:00 train
in or out of North Bend.
That's him. He's the one.
I'm the one who what?
What's this all about, Tony?
Fred, you ever see this lady before?
No, I never seen her before.
According to her, you came up to her hotel room tonight,
pulled a badge out of your pocket,
and told her to get out of town.
What about it?
It's the craziest thing I've ever heard.
I don't even know who she is.
Besides, here's where I carry my badge.
I don't go around pulling it out of my pocket.
Lady, are you crazy or something?
You've never seen me before, and you know it.
You know I did. It was you.
Hold it right there, everybody.
There's a way to settle this.
Fred, where were you tonight around 10:30?
I go on duty at 5:00 in the morning. Where would I be?
In bed, sleeping.
Can you prove that?
Where do you fit into this, mister?
I live alone-- got no wife and no family.
Oh, but I got a dog.
You want to ask him? Slow down, Fred.
Let's get back to this business
about you catching a 3:00 train.
Nobody living in this town would make a mistake like that.
Then it must've been 5:00.
There ain't no 5:00, either.
The only train is the 4:00.
That must've been it.
I think we've gone about as far as we can, Miss Clark.
At least without more to go on.
It's your word against my deputy's.
I've known Fred better than five years.
Tell you what I'll do.
I'll send a man over to talk to the hotel clerk,
see if he saw anybody go up.
That won't prove much,
not with the back entrance to the hotel.
You got a better idea?
Until you do, let me handle this.
Thanks, Sheriff... for nothin'.
Come on, Angie.
It's a big day tomorrow, Angie.
Better get to bed and get some sleep.
Sleep I'm too worn out.
Ought to make it easy.
You do believe me, don't you--
that he really did come here?
Well, of course I believe you.
But people who don't know you, well...
You don't believe me at all.
You think I made up that story so people would talk about me
and come and hear me sing at the Palace.
If I thought that, I would've said so.
You don't even have the job yet.
Now, lock your door and get to bed!
See you at breakfast.
Morning, Oscar. Hi, Johnny.
Feel like taking me on in a game?
Anytime, Johnny.
Say, how about we play for a buck a game--
just to keep it interesting?
Heh. All right. I feel lucky today.
Oh, I sure like to hear that.
Just like money in the bank.
What's the matter? Don't you believe me?
Sure, I believe you. That's how I pay the rent.
Maybe you'd feel better if we played for two bucks.
You name it.
My break? You break.
All right, two bucks.
Two bucks.
Heh heh.
I wouldn't count too much on that rent money this month.
Hey, Johnny, you real name wouldn't be Slocum, would it?
Might be Annie Oakley. What of it?
Some fella was in here lookin' for a Ralph Slocum.
According to his description, it could fit you.
Of course, you're not sellin' punchboards.
Yeah. Don't know who it was?
Nah. Stopped in here a couple hours ago,
got a room over at the hotel.
What are you up to, son?
Nothin'. I'm not up to nothin'.
Hey, I thought you wanted to play a game.
Tomorrow.
You did say "early", Mr. Hardy.
Well...you look good, anyway.
Go ahead, sing something.
Why don't we pretend that you're a customer?
You can sit over at one of those tables near the stage.
HARDY: I can see you from here.
I shall need someone to accompany me on the piano.
Oh, Slim-- play for the lady.
**
Everybody has a sweetheart,
underneath the rose.
"Everybody loves a body"--
so the old song goes.
I've a sweetheart.
You all know him
just as well as me.
Every evening I can see him...
* Shortly after tea *
* My sweetheart's the man in the moon *
* I'm going to marry him soon *
* 'Twould fill me with bliss
* Just to give him one kiss
* But I know that a dozen
* I never would miss *
* I'll go up in a great, big balloon *
* And see my sweetheart in the moon *
* Then behind some dark cloud *
* Where no one is allowed
* I'll make love *
* To the man in the moon
* And behind some dark cloud *
* Where no one is allowed
* I'll make love
* To the man
* In the moon
Mr. Hardy?
Was I all right?
I was nervous singing just for you.
But with an audience, I can do better.
I'll say this-- I've heard worse.
And in fancier places than the Palace.
You were wonderful, Angie--
to listen to and to look at.
She's gonna make you rich!
She's got a nice voice, but that don't make her a goldmine.
Oh, what's the matter with you, Hardy?
Wax in your ears?
Honey, you've got a voice like a sky full of nightingales.
Anybody can sing like you, I gotta have a drink with.
Reminds me of my dear, departed mother.
Finest church singer this side of Iowa.
Here's to your mother.
You're not one of these drinkin' singers, are you?
Mr. Hardy, this is the first drink I ever had in my life.
There's not a tear in your eye.
I was blame sure you've been watering your whiskey.
This lady just proved it.
Ha ha! Well, now that you're all set,
I'll see you later.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
Well, I've got some cow-looking to do.
Why don't you tell me what you're really here for?
Maybe I can help you this time.
No, thanks. I think I can handle it.
Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know.
I sure will.
Good night. Good night.
You said that.
Good night.
You said that.
He--He came back again!
Easy. Easy, now.
ANGIE: You've got to believe me.
Everything's gone-- my costumes, clothing,
shoes, hats, suitcases.
Even my powder puff, my hand mirror.
Everything.
I'm real sorry to hear this, Miss Clark.
Nothing like that has ever happened in this town,
at least not since I've been sheriff here.
I don't know what's happening to me.
A man tells me to get out of town for no reason,
and then someone takes everything out of my room.
When did you find this out?
Just a few minutes ago.
Did you talk to the hotel people about it?
No, we came straight here.
If you don't believe me,
you can see for yourself.
All right. I will.
Look.
But they were gone. They were.
* Hello, my baby
* Hello, my honey
* Hello, my ragtime gal
* Send me a kiss by wire
* Baby, my heart's on fire
* If you refuse me
* Honey, you'll lose me
* Then you'll be left alone
* Oh, baby, telephone
* And tell me
* I'm your own
* Hello, my baby
* Hello, my honey
* Hello, my ragtime gal
* Send me a kiss by wire
* Baby, my heart's on fire
* If you refuse me
* Honey, you'll lose me
* Then you'll be left alone
* Oh, baby, telephone
* And tell me I'm your own
* Hello, my baby, hello, my honey *
* Hello, my ragtime gal *
* Send me a kiss by wire
* Baby, my heart's on fire
* If you refuse me, honey, you'll lose me *
* Then you'll be left alone
* Oh, baby, telephone
* I mean, don't write me
* Telephone
* I mean, tonight, please
* Telephone
* And tell me you're my own
Ain't she great? Yeah.
Say, that fella sittin' over there by himself--
you know him? You know his name?
I seen him around a time or two lately.
He's a stranger in town.
Thanks.
Slocum?
Hello, Slocum.
I'd like to buy you a drink.
You talkin' to me? My name is Johnny Gray.
All right, Johnny, Slocum, or Gray-- whatever it is.
I'd still like to buy you that drink.
That's neighborly of you, inviting a stranger to drink.
Sit down.
You mind if we have it over at my hotel?
It's too noisy to talk here.
To talk? You said drink.
What do we have to talk about?
We'll think of something.
Let's make it a toast.
To Judge Henry Garth.
Garth? That's the fella I read about.
He's in some kind of trouble, isn't he?
That's the man.
Well, I don't know him.
If you want to drink to him, all right.
Just in case you get thirsty.
Why should I get thirsty?
You're the one who wants to talk.
I'll tell you about that trouble you mentioned.
About two weeks ago,
just outside the town of Medicine Bow, Wyoming,
a man named Jeff Ballard bushwhacked Judge Garth.
He missed, and the Judge caught him running with a bullet in the back.
Went to the sheriff, got back,
they found Ballard dead.
But there wasn't any gun beside the body.
With a gun missing,
it looked like Judge Garth had shot an unarmed man in the back.
Well, that's tough for the Judge.
Well, I knew that gun hadn't just up and walked off by itself,
so I started looking for a sign.
And I found it.
Let me pour you another drink.
It's your bottle.
Thanks.
Seems a horse pulled up lame
close by where it happened.
I followed its tracks to a blacksmith's shop
in a little town called Jefferson Landing,
about 11 miles up the road.
The blacksmith there gave me a pretty fair description
of the horse and the man who was riding it.
I followed it some more, and found that the horse had been sold
at another little town called Culver Junction.
The money that was got from the sale of the horse
was used by the man to buy a ticket on the stage...
to North Bend, Montana.
Oh, then you want me to help me find him.
I want you to come back to Medicine Bow
and tell the jury that there was a gun
lying beside Ballard's body when you found it.
I can pretty well guarantee
you won't be arrested for taking the gun.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
I don't think so.
Look, I got nothin' against your friend.
I don't even know him.
But let's say it was like you said.
Why wouldn't I go back and say so when I first read it?
What reasons do I have not to?
Well, the story in the newspaper
mentioned that Judge Garth was a well-to-do rancher.
Could be you figured there was some money to be made out of the deal...
at the right time.
For instance, after the jury had found him guilty.
And that's it?
I think that's it.
Well, there wouldn't be anything you could do about it,
even if you were right, would there?
That's where you're wrong.
It's a subpoena...
issued by the court of Medicine Bow.
All you have to do is tell the truth under oath.
Just one thing wrong with this pretty little piece of paper of yours.
It's not worth a hoot in Montana.
And if you force me to go back,
it's not gonna be worth anything in Wyoming, either.
A guy like me knocks around a lot,
he's bound to pick up a little law.
I'd say you checked the situation over with a lawyer
the minute you found out I was in town lookin' for you.
Mister, you sure worry a bone to death.
You're only wasting your time with me.
Look at it this way.
Supposing it was like you said.
Supposing I was the man you were talking about.
Just for the sake of argument.
I'd be seven kinds of fool to do business with you.
You're nothin' more than a messenger boy in this thing.
And it's my guess
that you're doing business with a real smart man.
Like you say, he's just gonna lay back
and wait for the jury to find your friend guilty,
and then make his move.
One way would be to send the gun back with an affidavit
to your friend Judge Garth's lawyer.
After the right amount of money
was deposited in a bank outside the country.
Mexico, let's say. Maybe even Canada.
At least, that's the way I'd do it.
What do you say we have another drink?
Why not?
I'm sorry.
What are you afraid of?
Are you expecting Indians with tomahawks?
Mr. Hardy, after what I've been through,
I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Sitting Bull
chasing Custer through my hotel lobby.
I won't go home alone.
Of course you won't. Come on, I'm with you.
Not to be disrespectful of you, Mr. Hardy--
but are you sure you're quite enough?
I want a clause in my contract
that guarantees me a cavalry escort.
I'll put it in-- when I give you a contract.
Look, Angie, about these stories of yours--
you don't need them to fill the Palace.
You've got a great little voice. I hate to admit it,
but I never had a night's business like this before.
So, why don't you just stick to singing?
Not you, too, Mr. Hardy.
All those things I said really did happen to me.
I speak the honest, simple truth,
and everybody thinks I'm a freak.
He cuts down a cherry tree,
and they made him president.
Now, about doing that double business this evening--
don't you think we should work out a better percentage--
Now, whoa, Angie. Hold it right there.
This was opening night. A lot of that business
might have been just plain curiosity.
All right, but don't say I didn't give you a fair chance.
Later, the ante may go up.
Well, I won't be able to say you didn't warn me.
You mind if I say something to you, Miss Angie?
Have of those cowpokes at the Palace tonight--
they weren't interested in your singing.
They weren't paying any attention at all.
And the other half were so busy guzzling,
they couldn't care one way or the other.
But me--I saw something different.
I think your name ought to be up in lights.
Someplace back east-- maybe Chicago, even.
And that's the gospel truth.
Thank you very much.
I hope you'll come and hear me again.
I'm gonna get a table up front every night.
I wouldn't miss you for anything.
Speaking of tables, how about you and me
having dinner tomorrow before you go on?
That's very sweet of you, Mister, uh...Mister...
Gray. Johnny Gray.
But I have a dinner engagement tomorrow.
Oh, with that cowhand I saw you goin' around town with?
As a matter of fact, yes.
The way I see it, a girl like you, alone--
you gotta have yourself a permanent friend.
It's just my guess that cowpoke's gonna be leaving town any day.
Oh, did he find those cows?
Cows?
Oh, yes. He found 'em, all right.
Trouble is, they didn't give him much milk.
Oh. Well, would you excuse me, Mr. Gray?
I'm very tired.
Oh. You go tuck yourself
into that downy little bed up there.
No!
One sound out of you, it'll be your last.
But why are you doing this to me?
What do you want? You got a suitcase?
Fill it. 'Cause you're getting out of town.
You've got to have made some terrible mistake.
I have never done anything to you.
There's a train north at 2 A.M.
It don't make a scheduled stop.
But the man at the depot will flag it down for you.
Be on that train. You understand?
But why?
I'll tell you this.
Unless you're on that train,
you're gonna get hurt bad, and soon.
That's all I'm gonna say.
And don't bother to scream when I leave,
'cause I'll be down the back stairs before anyone can get here.
That'll just make it one more of your wild nightmares.
I'll say it one more time.
You be on that train.
THE VIRGINIAN: Angie, you in there?
Angie?
What are you packing for?
He came back. Who came back?
That deputy-- Fred Daly?
And that's why you're leaving.
He was here when I got here.
Told me to leave town on the 2:00 train this morning,
otherwise I'd get hurt bad.
He still didn't give you any reasons?
He didn't say anything, only to get out of town.
That wasn't bad enough. What makes it really worse
is that nobody in this whole town believes me, even you.
Angie.
I got to admit, I did some wondering.
But I can't see you leaving town
and walking out on a job you came so far to get.
Not unless your story's true.
I want you to promise me something.
I'm leaving now, and I want you to lock that door
and stay right here and wait for me till I get back.
You can bet I will. I'm Angie Clark, the singing coward now,
and I'm gonna take that train.
No coward admits it.
You've got nearly two hours before that train goes through.
You may not have to leave North Bend after all.
Lock it.
( knocking on door, dog barking )
All right, all right!
I'm coming, I'm coming.
You sleep good and sound, don't you, Daly?
At this time of night, I got no reason not to.
What do you want?
I'm comin' in. I want to talk to you.
Angie Clark's been telling the truth.
You've been trying to run her out of town.
I want to know why.
I swear, mister, you're gettin' to be as loco as that girl.
The only thing I know about her
is that she sings at the Palace and has nightmares.
Look, if you have any complaints to make,
why don't you go see the sheriff and let me get some sleep?
How about it?
You went to her room tonight
and told her to be on the 2 A.M. train.
I checked with the hotel clerk
and the station master about that train.
It only goes through town once a week,
and it only stops on a signal.
Angie didn't ask them for any train information.
She got it from you.
There are 6,000 people in this town, mister,
and hardly one of 'em don't know about that train.
Angie came a long way for that job at the Palace.
She wouldn't leave it unless someone was forcing her to.
Look, there's nothing you can tell me about that girl
that would surprise me.
These dance-hall floozies are all alike.
They got sawdust for brains
and a cashbox for a heart.
Now, uh...you got a real nice bed
over at that hotel of yours.
Why don't you go use it?
'Cause I guarantee you won't like none of 'em in jail.
I'll say two things.
Angie Clark isn't leaving town.
And I'm makin' it my business
to see that nobody lays a had on her.
Anybody does, and you'll think an anvil fell on you.
I, uh...I told you to leave, mister.
Or are you waitin' for me to throw you out?
Well, I can't argue that it's your house.
But I'd sure like to see you try throwin' me out of it.
Well, uh... you asked for it.
You've been makin' a lot of mistakes, Daly.
You'd better quit while you're ahead.
Well, if you couldn't get the truth out of him, nobody can.
I'm sorry, Angie.
I don't want to tell you to run,
but I sure can't tell you to stay.
I've changed my mind.
I didn't come all the way to get this job
just so someone could scare me out of it.
If that's the way you want to play it,
I promise you I'll do my best
to keep an eye on you every minute.
Maybe we can get to the bottom of it
before you go back to the ranch.
Who said anything about my going back?
Oh, my loudest admirer.
The chairman of the Angie Clark Marching and Chowder Club.
If you put snow on his opinion of himself,
he would be higher than Pike's Peak.
His name wouldn't be Johnny Gray, would it?
Is he the reason you came to North Bend?
Yeah.
And until I get what I came after,
he's the reason I'm staying.
Now I got two reasons.
Can I help?
You've done so much for me.
Oh, thanks, Angie, but--
You know, Angie...
maybe you could do something at that.
I'm Fred Daly. Mr. Gates is expecting me.
MAN: Come in.
Good morning, Fred.
Morning, ma'am.
I just dropped by to see Mark.
Have things worked out?
I'd better talk to your husband, ma'am.
All right. I'll get him for you.
Mark?
Well?
Well, she's still in town. Looks like she's gonna stay.
You mean you couldn't scare her into clearing out?
If I'd have handled this thing my way from the start,
she's be long gone.
But I followed orders.
I didn't want her hurt.
I didn't lay a finger on her. That was a mistake,
but it wasn't mine.
I'm not blaming you, Fred.
I'm just trying to figure out what I can do now.
I don't know what else you can do.
Can't lock her up.
They'd know she's been telling the truth all along.
Don't worry. I won't.
All right, go ahead.
Oh, first we'll have to talk about money.
That 500 was for scaring her.
But for this I'll need more.
How much?
Say, um... another thousand?
How much?
Suit yourself.
Wait a minute, Fred.
All right, go ahead.
If you can get her out of town within the next two days
without a mark on her, I'll pay your price.
It's a deal.
Um...
what's she holding over your head?
For $1,500, you can get along without answers.
All righty.
( music playing, Angie singing )
* ...I'm your own
* Hello, my baby *
* Hello, my honey
* Hello, my ragtime gal
* Send me a kiss by wire
* Baby, my heart's on fire
* If you refuse me
* Honey, you'll lose me
* Then you'll be left alone
* Oh, baby, telephone
* And tell me I'm your own... *
How's the subpoena business coming along?
Nothing's changed. You'll go back with me.
Honey, put a bottle and a couple of glasses on my table.
* Send me a kiss by wire
* Baby, my heart's on fire... *
Looks like Angie Clark's taken a little shine to me.
Though, for the life of me, I can't figure out why.
Yeah, I can see how that would puzzle you.
I'll see you around.
* Telephone *
* I mean, tonight, please
* Telephone *
* And tell me you're my own *
I've got to change. I'll be right back.
All right, I'll wait.
Tell us what happened, Angie.
When I came in, I saw...
Finish it, Angie. You saw what?
I, uh--I fainted. That's all there is to it.
I'll take her back to the hotel.
Right.
You get yourself a good night's sleep, young lady.
I don't want to see you back here until you're fit.
Come on, Ellie.
I'll get a dress on.
Let's have the truth, Angie.
He's not gonna quit. You can't stay with me every second.
And if I don't get out of this town, someone's gonna kill me.
Come here.
Why, why?
What does he want?
What's gonna happen to me?
MAN: All aboard! All aboard!
Hold it, Daly.
Now what do you want?
Get down.
I'll take your gun.
You did your job.
She's gone. And you rode out to get paid.
Let's see your wallet.
Come on.
You don't come cheap, do you, Daly?
It'd take you ten years to save up this much.
And you'll spend ten years breaking rocks for stealing it.
Mount up.
1,500 even.
What about it, Fred? This all yours?
Sure it is, Tony.
He's the one we've gotta get some answers from.
You know what he did last night?
He came down to my place with another wild story
about that singer friend of his.
I couldn't even talk to him.
Then he hit me a sneak punch right in the eye,
and then ran off like some lunatic.
And then today--
Don't tell me you got that eye running into something.
Well, I did. It was his fist.
I was kind of ashamed to admit it.
Why didn't you lock him up for assault?
It'd have been my word against his.
Besides, I wanted time to see what he was up to.
And then he calls me off my horse
and brings me down here at gunpoint,
makes these wild charges.
What have you got to say about all this?
You won't need anything from me, Sheriff,
if your deputy here will tell the truth.
Ask him where he got the money.
Look, he's just trying to--
Where did you get it, Fred?
Those three traveling salesmen stopped over between trains.
It was the night before last.
They asked me up to their room for a quiet game--
And you took them for 1,500 even-- right to the penny?
Tony, what are you siding with him for?!
Askin' questions ain't takin' sides.
Sheriff, you lock him up,
and I promise you by 5:00,
I'll prove where he got that money, and how.
Ben, come over here.
Give me that.
Tony, you're not gonna lock me up.
Not on his wild story!
His story is no wilder than yours.
But you got no reason to!
I got 1,500 reasons!
I don't like a lawman carrying around that kind of money.
Lock him up.
Now I'll listen to you,
and I'd better like the sound of it.
Have a nice trip?
It was kind of short, but rather fun.
'Cause the train stopped just for me.
SHERIFF: Mr. Gates in?
MAN: He's in the den. Shall I tell him you're here?
Never mind. I'll tell him myself.
Sheriff Morino, how nice to see you.
Vivian Carter.
What in the world are you doing here?
Hello, Angie.
Hello.
Of all the towns...
why'd you have to pick North Bend?
Miss Clark, why did they want you out of town?
It's all right, Angie.
The truth's out now. There's nothing to be done about it.
Maybe I should've come straight to you in the first place
instead of...
My real name is Farnum.
I'm from Seattle, not Chicago.
Angie and Vivian worked in the same club there.
I've been married for 17 years
to an older woman.
A very wealthy woman.
Then I met Vivian and...
fell in love.
I stole $60,000 from my wife.
I came out here with Vivian.
We thought North Bend was small enough
and far enough to be safe.
But that deputy-- I don't understand.
I found out that you intended to stay in North Bend, Angie.
I couldn't let that happen.
Vivian and I both had too much to lose.
I had to find some way of making you leave.
I'm sorry it had to be me, Mr. Farnum.
Don't be too sympathetic, Angie.
Remember, you almost got killed.
I suppose you'll want me to go with you now, Sheriff.
You and the lady
better pack a couple of suitcases.
ANGIE: * My sweetheart's the man in the moon *
* I'm going to marry him soon *
* 'Twould fill me with bliss
* Just to give him one kiss
* But I know that a dozen
* I never would miss
* I'll go up in a great, big balloon *
* And see my sweetheart in the moon *
* Then behind some dark cloud *
* Where no one is allowed
* I'll make love
* To the man in the moon
* Then behind some dark cloud *
* Where no one is allowed
* I'll make love
* To the man in *
* The moon *
Hi, Angie.
Not very particular about the company you keep, are you?
When a man leaves town,
and he doesn't tell the girl he's going,
I don't think he's in much of a position to criticize her.
How'd you find out?
The room clerk at the hotel told me.
You're going back to Shiloh, huh?
That's right.
Don't be in such an all-fired hurry.
Let me buy you a drink.
Save your money.
Don't get sore.
What'd you do, get some bad news from home?
Something about Judge Garth?
He's fine.
Oh, then they must've found
what they were looking for.
They found something just as good.
Oh. Here.
Keep this as a souvenir.
If you get back our way, stop off at Shiloh.
I'd enjoy booting you off the place.
You don't fool me for a minute.
You could have a dozen of those in your pocket.
The sad thing is, Slocum,
you had a chance to act like a man.
Too bad you didn't use it.
See you later, Angie.
What's he mean by all that?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.
MAN: All aboard! All aboard!
Well, I see he kept his promise
and caught the morning train.
Why shouldn't he? He can't give up his job
just to help me.
What do you mean?
My first week at the Palace was up last night.
Mr. Hardy gave me my pay.
He cheated me. Only gave me half of what he promised.
Said he'd have to make sure business held up
before he'd pay what we agreed on.
The old goat. I'll talk to him.
Nobody's gonna treat my girl like that.
You'll do nothing of the kind.
I forbid you to say one word about it to him.
This has happened to me before.
For some reason, men seem to think
that I have no head for business, that I'm easy to cheat.
You're not gonna let Hardy get away with it, are you--
let him go on cheating you?
You can bet I'm not. I'm gonna quit that job.
I happen to know there's a new theater club in Denver--
a big one-- and I'm sure they can use a singer.
Anyway, I don't like this town anymore.
I'm not crazy about it myself,
but I'm gonna be stuck here for a few more weeks maybe.
Where are you running off to?
I'm sending a wire to that Denver club right this minute
to tell them I'm taking that job.
Why don't you stick around here for a while?
When my business is over...
maybe I'll be heading that way myself.
Look me up when you get there.
You tell Hardy yet?
That you're leaving.
I guess I kind of exaggerated, Johnny.
Mr. Hardy didn't really cheat me at all.
I know what I said.
It's just that I was so terribly disappointed
in how little he paid me for the first week
that I forgot what we agreed on.
Then you're not quitting?
I'll tell you the truth, Angie--I'm glad.
'Cause you and I have a lot in common.
Oh, I'm not staying.
I already told Mr. Hardy I was going.
Well, why?
You just told me he's not cheating you.
Well, as long as I decided to take that job in Denver,
it's just too much trouble to change my mind all over again.
Angie, I swear, you're the flightiest female I ever saw.
How you managed to stay out of trouble this long, I'll never know.
I will admit, I feel very badly about leaving Mr. Hardy.
He's been very nice to me.
He took this ad out in the paper for me.
Picture and everything.
I think it's rather flattering, don't you?
It is.
Not that many men would be so considerate.
It's a sheer waste, because I won't be here.
People will see it and come to hear me sing,
and they'll be terribly disappointed.
I don't know how much an ad like that costs,
but I do think that it's only right
that I should reimburse Mr. Hardy, don't you?
I think it's the fair thing.
I've always thought that men appreciated fairness in women.
So, that's why he left, huh?
Johnny?
Didn't you hear a word I said?
Don't you think that it's only fair
that I pay Mr. Hardy back?
I played this all wrong.
That jury cost me a fortune.
And I just broke my head.
MAN: All aboard! All aboard!
Johnny.
What in the world are you doing here?
I'm going with you. Glad?
Oh, yes.
You didn't say anything.
Didn't have to. I could tell you were hoping I would.
Let me tell you what I have on my mind... for both of us.
You know your trouble, Angie?
You got a lot of promise as a singer.
But you don't have anyone to stand up for you,
make sure you get those top wages.
Like I said before, you need yourself a personal manager.
Take this little saloon you're going to in Denver.
Theater Club.
Thank you.
They're bound to take advantage of you
in a place like that.
Right there is where I step in.
What I'm gonna do is,
I will represent you in a contract
every time a question comes up.
MAN: Sheridan! Next stop, Sheridan!
And after St. Louis,
we move up--Chicago.
Are you listening to me?
Yes, I haven't been able to miss any single word.
Everything I'm saying is for your own benefit.
The real money, the big money,
is in the big towns, not in these little whistle stops.
Chicago--there's a great town for entertainers.
I'm sure we can make a big kill there.
They'll probably have us come back
for two, three months, easy.
While we're stopped, do you want me to get you something--
a coffee, a sandwich, anything?
Oh, no. Thank you, Johnny.
I think I have breakfast with a friend.
You what?
What are you doing here? Hi, Angie.
I'm very glad to see you.
Slocum, this is Sheriff Mark Abbott
of Medicine Bow, Wyoming.
Ralph Slocum.
Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing?
What do you want with my gun?
It's not your gun, Slocum.
It belonged to Jeff Ballard,
the man who tried to bushwhack Judge Garth.
I just told you-- it's my gun.
We can prove different by checking the serial number.
That's all right.
How much is the gun worth anyway? $25, $30?
That's all. What difference does it make?
The jury said that your friend Garth was innocent.
That's where you're wrong.
The trial hasn't started yet.
And now that we've got Ballard's gun, I don't think it will.
You're in Wyoming now, Slocum.
What are you talking about?
I'm arresting you for removing evidence
from the scene of a crime.
What do you mean? I read in the paper that--
You're in on this, too, huh?
Yes.
So was the editor
of the North Bend Chronicle.
You're a very smart girl.
Sorry.
Thanks, Angie.
I don't know why I do, but I feel so sorry for him.
I wouldn't worry about it.
He'll probably get off with a couple of months.
Maybe it'll teach him a lesson, but I doubt it.
Well, now...
we've gotta get you back to North Bend.
Afraid you're gonna have a couple hours' layover in Buffalo Junction.
But you ought to make it back in town
in plenty of time for the show at the Palace.
Where are you going?
Why, I'm going to Medicine Bow.
They do have a theater club there, don't they?
Afraid not, Angie. Just a saloon.
I knew they had a theater club.
And I bet they can use a good singer, too.
MAN: All aboard! All aboard!