Carry on Cowboy (1965) Script

# carry on, cowboy

# For to ride the range you iove

# Across the wide prairie

# With the burning sun above

# Till you hang up your saddle

# Lay down your gun

# Tlll the last stray's been branded

# Oh, cowboy, carry on

# Trails where the sage is blowin'

# I'd see the prairie sky

# Dust from the campfires glowin'

# Dogles sing your lullaby

# With your pinto to carry you

# Tlll the last great round-up's done

# carry on, cowboy

# Oh, cowboy, carry on ?

I wonder what they wanted.

What the...? Ah, business.

Take good care of 'em, mister. They were good friends of mine.

It'll be a pleasure, sir.

What do you want? Plain coffin, one dollar. Padded, two dollars.

Or maybe you'd like pillows, beautiful silver handles?

All the trimmings.

But... that'll be an extra two dollars. Give 'em pads...

Pads. ...pillows...

Pillows. ...handles...


And some flowers. Flowers?


Hold it a minute, Russ.

What's the matter, Judge? I thought I heard shots just now.

Nah. it's probably just a horse backfiring.

Oh, yes.

Hey, wait a minute.

I know a horse backfiring when I hear one.

Come now, Judge, there ain't been no shootin' in Stodge since the day you ran Jessie James out of town.

What a day that was, eh? Hey-hey.

You know, Judge, I never credited you with either the guts or the courage to do a thing like that.

Oh, I don't know. I didn't like having to get tough with Jessie, though.

She was a nice girl.

I never did get to know exactiy what she done that was so wrong? old Ben was a friend of mine, Sam, and she killed him.

It was his own fault. He was 92. I warned him not to marry her.

How she did it was immaterial.

Come on. Let's get back to the game. it's your draw, Judge.

Someone's dropped one.

Eh? Oh, it's me.

I've got it.

Mrs Bun, the baker. Happy famllies.

That's another pot I've won.

He, he! Oh, and mighty purty it is too.

That one's gonna take a lot of timber.

Six and seven-eighths. Business is picking up.

Yup, I reckon we've come far enough, old pal. Time to rest up.

Howdy, stranger!

Nice day.


Remind me to put up a notice about that. "No spitting."

Yeah. Yeah, sure, Judge.

Yes, sir. What'll it be? Lemonade, ginger beer, sarsaparilla?

Don't be funny. Whisky.

We're not allowed to serve hard stuff in Stodge, sir. Mayor's orders.

That is correct. But I can thoroughiy recommend the ginger beer.

Don't you talk to me about ginger beer.

Who is this? Judge Burke.

I am the Mayor.

Better keep away from my horse. He ain't seen a mare in three weeks.

Come on. Whisky. Certainly not. We are fully temperance.

I don't care if you're full of flatulence. I've been on the trail six days non-stop.

I can't help that.

I don't like people who get in my way. I can't help that.

And I just shot three men who did.

I... Oh, well, in that case, perhaps just a little one.

They keep a bottle or two for me for purely medicinal purposes, of course.

Leave the bottle. Oh, I say, I can't have that.

Bottoms up.

I'll just take that gun of yours, cowboy. What for?

I don't allow no shootin' at my piace.

Lady, I wouldn't dream of shootin' at your place.

I'm not afraid to use this, you know.

My, but you've got a big one.

I'm from Texas, ma'am. We all got big ones down there.

And the other. Hand it over.

I'll take those, Belle.

Check them, will you, Charlle?

Thank you. Here's your ticket.

You can have them back when you're ready to ieave.

I ain't leaving for a while.

Oh, that's nice. We could do with a bit of fun round here.

So you're Belle?

Yeah. My intimate friends call me... Ding Dong.

Like to give you a clang some time.

How about letting me have a coupie of rooms?

$10 a day, all in. OK?

Oh, no. I'm sorryy, Belle, I can't have him staying in Stodge City.

Now, listen here, my good man.

I run this town and I can't have any trouble around here.

You won't have to worry about that. I won't?

From now on, I'll be running it.


Come on. I'll show you your rooms.

Do you mind putting that away first? Oh, why, sure.

Wow. What a hoister.


I'm gonna get the Sheriff.

How about that? Three all at once. Who says there ain't no Santa Ciaus?

It's a disgrace. What's the use of me putting these notices up?

Where's the Sheriff? What's he doing?

Earp! Earp! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Oh, there you are.

Wake up. There's been a shooting.

It's all right. it's all right. Don't go mad. it's only me, Judge Burke.

Now, llsten, there's been a shooting.

What's that? I say, there's been a shoo...

Oh, for heaven's sake, where's your thing?

There's been a shootin'!

Yeah? There's three men laying dead out there.

Strange. I didn't hear nothin'. I'm not surprised.

You never have your thing in.

It's my afternoon off, Judge.

I don't know what we pay you for, really I don't.

Who done it? Do you know? Some terriblelooking rough.

He's over in Belle's place now.

You've got to run him out of town. I don't want that kind of person here.

It iowers the tone of the whole neighbourhood.

Well, don't you worr none, Judge.

We'll have him out of here in an hour, either head first or feet first.

Yeah. That's right.

In my position, as Mayor...

For heaven's sakes, where are your spectacles?

What do you say? Your spectacles!

Er... around here someplace.

Oh, here they are.

Where? Here they are!

Ah! Here they are!

Yeah. That's better.

Well, here we go.

Oh! Here. There. That way.

Wait a minute. Here. For Pete's sake. Now, there.

Yeah, well, thanks, Judge.

These specs ain't so good for seeing things a long ways off.

He'll have to go.


Forward ho!


Nice going, Lightning.

All right, get away from that bar, stranger. And don't try nothin'.

It's me, Sheriff. Charlle.

Huh? Charlie!

Oh, yeah. sorryy, Charlie. Didn't recognise you from the front.

Where's the killer? Up with Belle, Sheriff. Room 12.

Room 12. Yup.

Yeah. OK, thanks.

You have a good sleep, sweetheart.

See you later.

I reckon you Texans think more of horses than you do of us women.

Naturally. If I was being chased by a posse, I wouldn't get very far on you.

If you were raising a famlly, you wouldn't get far on a horse.

You in there!

You got five seconds to come out with your hands up or I'm coming in to get you!

Who's that?

That's Albert. Albert Earp, our Sheriff.

Are you comin' out? Nope.

Then I'm comin' in.

Where's the door?

All right, get out of that bed, get on your horse and get out of Stodge.

That is his horse, Sheriff.

These dang glasses.

I'm better off without 'em. That's better.

There's liable to be some fancy shooting around here, Miss Belle.

You'd better get the hell out.

You'd better put them specs on. I'm the fella you're looking for.

What was that? He's deaf.

I'm the fella you're looking for!

That's the game, is it?

Well, it takes more than dressing up in women's clothes to fooI me, mister.

On your way, cowboy... Cowboy?

I've had enough of this.

Look here, Twerp...

Name's Earp. Aibert Earp, without the "tw".

With or without, what's the matter? What have I done wrong?

You've killed three men, mister.

I know that, but what have I done wrong?

You wanna tr drawin' on me, mister?

I can't. I ain't got my guns.

I'll give you five seconds to find one.




Where are they? ...four... five.

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Here. Are you all right?

I reckon I'm going, Judge.

Oh, don't go.

Listen... listen, friend.

Just tell my folks what happened, will you?

They'll even the score.

Will you do that for me, friend?

Yes, of course.

What's that? Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Here. Yes! Of course!

There's no need to shout, Judge.

I'm wearing my specs.

It's I iucky I remembered where you put that.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, commissioner.

Damn it, Perkins, can't you see I'm busy!

I'm terribly sorryy, sir. This just wouldn't wait.

You think this will?

All right, all right. What's so all-fired important?

It's another telegraph from Stodge City, sir.

Judge Burke... He's the Mayor there, you know.

Burke? Oh, yeah, I remember him in law school. He's a bum.

I didn't know you studied at law school, sir?

I didn't. I was the janitor. What does the bum want?

Lawless elements have completely taken over the town.

He wants us to send him a peace marshal to clean the place up.

Why bother me with all this? Send him a marshal. Anything for peace.

Well, that's just the trouble, sir. We haven't any available.


What about that big head who hangs around, looking for work?

What's his name? Dillon. What's he doing?

Six months.

Oh. Well, looks like we got a problem here.

Miss Jones, can you think of something we can do?

Why, yes.

But hadn't we better get the problem out of the way first?


What can I do for you? I'd like a job, please.

Name? Knutt.

With a "K".

Huh, you could have fooled me.

First name?

Marshal. Marshal P. Knutt.

Most of my friends call me "Marsh".

Well, then, in that case, you won't mind if I call you Marshal.


Drainage, sanitation and garbage disposal engineer, first class.

Congratulations. Thank you.


Yes. I have a certificate from Chipping Sodbur Technical College.

That's in England.

And a reference from Lady Pushing, saying what a good job I did on her main sludge channel, cos it was all... bunged up, you know.

And this was presented to me by the Chipping Sodbur Ladies' Guild, In appreciation for services rendered.

It's a sink plunger.

It's very interesting, Mr Knutt. I fail to see how it can be of any use to us.

That's where you're wrong.

I don't mind telling you that since I arrived in America, I've been amazed by your out-of-date methods.

For instance your way of disposing of garbage is a load of rubbish.

And as for sanitation, I think you'll agree it's an absurd waste of the President's vaiuable time to have to walk from the White House all the way to that little shed at the bottom of the garden.

And as for your city streets...

Mr Knutt!

May I suggest that you see the Publlc Works Department down the corridor?

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Just a minute. Mr Knutt!

Would you piease take this with you?

Oh, yes. We mustn't forget that, must we?

I'm terribiy sorryy.


Well, what do you want?

I was told you might give me a job.

Job? What job? Who the blazes are you?

Knutt. Marshal P. Knutt.

Marshal? No-one available, huh?

Well, Marshal, you couldn't have come at a better time.

Really? Yes, sir.

How would you like to go and clean up Stodge City for me?

Oh, very much, sir. In a bit of a mess, is it?

You said it, Marshal. One heck of a mess.

Funnlly enough, I was talking about that probiem to the man outside.

Now, I have one or two theories. Yes, I'm sure you have, Marshal.

But I'm a pretty busy man, so suppose you get down to Stodge City and get to work, huh?

See Judge Burke. He'll tell you what's doing.

Judge Burke. Yes, and thank you very much.

Not at all, Marshal, not at all.

Stodge City.

Oh, right in the country.

Should be nice and peaceful.

Who was that? Who did it?

Isn't it sickening?

That's the tenth window broken in two weeks.

Who was it, Judge?

Some of those horrible friends of the Rumpo Kid, of course.

Look at my hat. Just look at it.

Three inches lower and it would have been your head.

Don't say that!

Things have got pretty rough here since he came.

Rough? it ain't safe for decent folks to walk the streets.

I have to send my wife out for everything.

Never mind. Things will get better when they send that Marshal.

If they send him.

Oh... Why, hello, Sam. What brings you into town?

I tell you what brings me into town.

I lost 50 head of cattle on my ranch last night.

Rustiers? They certainly weren't pickpockets!

Well, there's no need to get all sarky.

50 head. What's more, my prize bull was among 'em.

Not old Ramrod?

Yeah. How am I to raise cattle without a bull?

Judge, you gotta do something.

Well, it's hardly in my line of country, Sam.

You know darned well that Rumpo Kid and his gang are behind this.

Yeah, you're probably right, Sam, but how are you gonna prove it?

And stay out of here, bum.


How about this for business, huh?

Yeah, you sure have made a difference to the place.

Well, I like to see a bit of innocent fun.

Johnny, just look at these beautiful furs. Silver fox and he only wants $50 a skin.

Not bad. They'd make a lovely fur coat.

I don't like wearing fur.

No, Johnny, I meant for me.

I get it. You want me to buy 'em for you, huh?

Just 500 the lot, mister.

Right. I just gotta get some money from the bank. Won't be a minute.

Morning, Mr Rumpo, sir. Anything for me today?

Not yet, Josh. Stick around. it's early.

Hey, that's the fourth in two weeks.

You're in the wrong business.

What's going on here?

What is it, Judge?

Don't look. Whatever you do, don't look.

Why not?

You'll never believe it, but there are women dancing in there and showing their... under things.

No. Right up to here.

What do they look like?

They're sort of biack and frilly, with these little pink rosebuds on 'em.

What does it matter what they look like? It's disgusting.

Why, in 15 years of married life, I haven't even seen my wife's.

You don't need to worry. They ain't got rosebuds on them.

I'm glad to hear it. I... What?

I'm kinda busy. I've got some folk waiting in the surger.

Oh, he must have seen them on the clothesline.

Yahoo! I'm gonna put a stop to this.

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop this disgraceful exhibition immediateiy!

Go on, get outta here!

And kindly adjust your dress before leaving.

Hey. Just what do you think you're doing, Judge?

Mr Kid, as Mayor of this town, and guardian of law and order, I must object most strongly to this impropriety. impro... what?

All this jigging up and down and lascivious dancing.

What? it's educational.

Educational? They never showed me anything like that when I was at school.

That's what I mean. it's never too late to learn.

Sit down, Judge. Grab yourself a piece of culture.

Culture? Just a minute.

I suppose you think that's culture.

Nope. That's my Aunt Fanny.

She give me that as a sort of housewarming present.

Artistic, ain't it?

But she ain't got no clothes on.

Certainly not. She's in her working outfit.

What? She's an artist's model.

I don't care if she's Lady Godiva.

She's gotta come down. I can't have that sort of thing around here.

I'm determined to keep the Stodge out of sex.

The... the sex out of Stodge.

Suppose you get out of here while you're in one piece.

I haven't finished yet.

Oh, no. There's something else.

You've got to stop shooting all them cashiers at the bank.

Wait. You can't biame me for that. They won't let me draw no money.

Before you draw money out of a bank, you're supposed to put some in.

That's a funny way to rob a bank.

And don't think I don't know who's behind all the cattlerustling that's been going on around here.

What cattlerustling?

You won't find no cows here. Not the kind you're looking for.

Don't think you're gonna get away with it, Rumpo.

I'm gonna get you. Do you hear me?

I'm gonna get you.

Now's as good a time as any, Judge.

Don't get me wrong. I-I-I was only joking.

Make me laugh some more. Go for your gun.


Judge... this telegraph just come for you.

A-ha! It's from Washington.

They're sending down a United States Marshal.

A what? Yeah. Kinda changes things, doesn't it?

He'll arrive on the first stage from Denver. Huh!


Excuse me. Do you go all the way?

I-I beg your pardon? All the way... to Stodge City?

Oh, yeah. I have a job of work to do there.

Really? Oh, that's marvellous. So do I.

I'm a drainage, sanitation and garbage disposal engineer, first class.

I just knew you'd be something exciting like that.

I've been sent to clean up the town.

I had something in mind for myself like that.

What are you going for? Vengeance.

Oh... What?

My father was Sheriff in Stodge City and somebody shot him.

I'm going there to find out who.

Oh, I'm sorryy to hear that.

But I don't think a nice girl like you should be doing things like that.

I mean, even if you do find out who it was, what can you do?

Kill him?

It's no use, Johnny.

If a marshal's coming to Stodge, we may just as well pack up and move on.

If he gets this far. Well, how are you gonna stop him?

You take a shot at a peace marshal and they'll send the whole US Cavalry in to get you.

Belle's right, Kid. You can't touch a Marshal.

I know. But just supposing that stage was to get raided by Indians?

Are you kidding?

There's only one lot of Indians left around here and they couldn't raid a larder.

Maybe we could give 'em a hand.

Come on, Charlle, Let's go and talk to 'em.


How! We come in peace.

Look, here, Mr... injun. We ain't come here to buy a load ofjunk.

We wanna talk with the big chief. Savvy?

You wait.

Big chief in little lodge.

Oh, hello!


Meum big palefaced chief from-um Stodge City.

Meum salute-um big chief.

Meum want-um powwow.

I say, you do talk funny. You must be foreigners.

Why didn't you tell me he could talk English?

I'm sorry, Kid. I didn't know.

Chief, this is Johnny Finger, known as the Rumpo Kid.

Oh, how do you do?

And a very charming name.

I'm called Man Ooh-ahh!

Roughiy transiated, it means "Big Heap".

Very picturesque.

And this is my son Little Heap.

Or as we say, Mini Man Ooh-ahh.

No, you can't have their scalps.

The very idea. He's scalp mad.

Glad to hear that, Chief. Maybe we can help him get one.

Oh, no, don't encourage him.

We can sit down and talk it over, can't we?

But, of course. Where are my manners?

I think you'll find this piece of ground most comfortable. No sharp stones.

Son, tell my squaw to fetch the peace pipe.


You'd care for a piece of pipe?

Be glad to, Chief. I once talked peace with the Sioux, but you can't trust 'em.

One minute, it was peace on, the next... peace off.

You won't have any trouble with us, I can assure you.

Personally, I hate fighting.


This is my new squaw, Kitikata.

I bought her for two buffalo skins.

How? Never mind how. Where?

What have you got in there - old moccasins?

Thank you, no. I'm tring to give it up. I don't blame you.

You don't happen to have any fire water, do you?

You like whisky?

Oh, my favourite brand!

Ah-ah. if I give you this, I gotta have something in return.

She's yours.

Oh, no, not that.

Well... maybe... maybe that on account.

What else do you want? A certain fella got rid of.

Where is he? On the stage.

Oh! I don't blame you.

I can't stand actors myself. Peculiar lot.

The stagecoach coming in from Denver today.

All you gotta do is raid it and get him.

Oh, I don't like the sound of that.

I'm told they carry guns on these stages. It might get rough.

Your favourite brand. Try some.

Pienty more where that come from.



Down with Custer!

Slaughter the pale faces.

Massacre the lot!

Ah. That's the signal from Little Heap.

That means they've sighted the stage.

Where? Well, there.

Don't you see the smoke signals?

Now, I must acknowledge them.

I'll be glad when this is over.

I feeI a right Charlle in this get-up, I can tell you.

You look great, a sort of a cross between Hiawatha and Rose Marie.

Eurgh. I still I don't see why we have to dress up like this.

Because we have to look like injuns.

I don't trust that Big Heap out of my sight.

Now, quit beefing and give me that dynamite.

Come on, fella.

Here. if you can't stop that stage any other way, use these.

Oh, thank you.

What are you messing about at?

I'm just tring to start a fire to answer Little Heap.

Try a match. Oh, dear me, no.

Why, my peopie have been getting fire this way for thousands of years.

It's such fun.

What's that got to do with it?

They got kids the same way for thousands of years, too.


Carry on with the sticks.

All right, get on your horses.

I say. it's never worked as well as that before.

Oh, we've stopped.

So we have. And I shouid think so, too.

12 hours is a long time in a coach with no corridor.

Well, where is it?

We ain't stopped for that, mister. Looked up over there. injuns.

What? injuns?

You mean railway engines?

Red injuns. Them's smoke signals.

What do they mean? Danged if I know.

Oh, I can tell you.

I bought a useful phrase book in Washington.

Smoke signals...

Ah, here it is. Now, what are they saying?

Puff, puff, puff, puff... puff, puff, puff, puff... puff-puff, p-puff.

Here it is. "Please direct me to the ladies' or gentlemen's cloakroom."

That can't be right, can it?

Well, if it is, Indians can't be ver particular.

Yeah, well, I ain't hanging around here, listening to you puffing.

Cos all I know is, where there's injuns, there's troubie.

Trouble? Oh, don't be siliy.

There hasn't been any trouble with Indians for years.

They're perfectly friendly now.

Call that friendly?

Oh, they're only playing. They wouldn't hurt us.

Some game.

Now, what are we gonna do, mister? Play with 'em?

Now, don't panic. It's all right.

I know what to do. Form a circle.

Yes, that's it! Form a circle.

With one coach?

Oh, yes, that would be difficult. If you two don't mind, I'll get back in.

That's a good idea. Oh, no, you don't, mister.

We're gonna need ever man that we've got.

Now, you get a hold of that, get up there and start shootin'!

I don't know what we would have done without him.

I'd better get to work, I suppose.

I got one!

Two that time, with only one bullet!

Look, they've shot three of my braves.

What do you want them to do?

Use bullets with those little rubber suction cups stuck on the end?

Here, have a drop more courage.

That does it!

Little Heap!

What are you doing? I'm calling off the attack.

Oompah! Stickity! Jumper! Bloody quick!

They're going!

Hey, come back. You gonna iet one little fella chase you away?

You call yourseif braves? I've seen braver cowards.

Wh-wh-wh-what happened?


They've run away. They've had enough.

Well, yeah, you get down off there and we get out of here before they come back.

What hit me?

Oh, no. I don't believe it.

What happened to him?

Oh, it was just the excitement, I guess. Oh.

Get him in the coach. Hold this a minute.

Come on! Let's get out of here. Come on, giddup! Giddup!


Do you drive? Who? Me? Er, yes, I suppose so.

Well, I should start, if I were you.

There's still a couple of Indians left over there.

Oh, right.

Yah! Yah!

Come on. Whoa.

We got to finish this off ourselves, Charlie.

Is he mad?

Looks like it. I'm getting out of here. Giddup.


Charlie! Charlie! Help!

Oh! Where you been?

You want help getting on your horse, Kid?

Are you joking?


Ah, shut up!


Shut up!

is he gonna be all right, Doc? Yeah, reckon so.


He's coming round.

Something wrong with your drains.

He's delirious. Ah, poor feller.

Indians! Indians! Where?

Listen, don't worry. You're gonna be quite safe now.

He's gonna be all right. He's just a bit shook up, that's all.


Don't keep saying that. It gets on my nerves.

What exactiy happened, Bert?

Well, I don't rightiy know, for sure.

But from what Miss Oakley here says, This young fella shot three injuns and drove the rest of 'em away.

Amazing. Is that right, miss?

Well, there was only him.

You couldn't expect a defenceiess little thing like me to do anything?

I suppose not.

It seems incredible.

Well, I think he was just wonderful.

I don't know what I'd have done without him.

Oh, it was nothing.

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get settled in.

There is a hotel here, isn't there?

Yes, but I wouldn't recommend it, Miss Oakley.

They get a funny lot in there.

I think I can take care of myself, thank you.

I'll take you over, Miss. Ah, thank you.

Gosh, this sure is heavy.

Just a few feminine, little knick-knacks.


Oh, she's ioveiy.

You won't have time for that sort of thing. You've got work to do.

Don't worr, sir. I'm ver keen to get started right away.

That's the spirit. I'll show you your office, Marshal.

Marshal? How did you know my name?

Washington told me you were coming. I am Judge Burke, the Mayor.

That's right. The Judge's folk founded Stodge City, Marshal.

My great grandfather came over here on the Mayflower.

He was the original Burke.

He married into the Wright family and became a Wright-Burke.

The whole famlly are Wright-Burkes, Marshal.


"Rumpo's Piace". It sounds pretty exclusive.

Yeah. The Rumpo Kid, that is, miss. He runs this town.

Don't you have a Sheriff? We did have, but he sort of died.

Oh, really? How? Lead poisoning.

Who shot the lead into him?

I can't say, miss.

And if I was you, I wouldn't ask questions like that around these parts.

Right, in here. Charlle will fix you up with a room.

Here we are, Marshal.

Thank you, Judge, but I wish you'd call me Marsh like my friends do.

Marsh? Yes, it's short for Marshal.

Oh, I couldn't do a thing like that. You couldn't?

No. it'd be like me calling the Sheriff "Sheree".

People around here Would have thought that mighty peculiar.

Well, this is it. How do you like it?

Oh, it's very cosy.

And there's a nice bedroom for you through there, and plenty of guns for you to use.

Oh, thank you very much.

But what do I want guns for?

Don't tell me you've got rats around here.

Have we got rats?

Ever since the Rumpo Kid came to town, the place has been full of them.

That's not so good. They didn't tell me that was your problem.

Well, never mind. I'm sure you'll get rid of them.

Oh, yes. Mind you, I won't be going round shooting these rats, Judge.

The thing to do is to find out where they do their breeding.

Really? So as you don't get any more.

Well, that sounds like a long-term policy to me.

Stlli, I'm sure you must know what you're doing.

Oh, yes. in my experience, they usually do it down in the drains.

You must have had some ver funny experiences.

I have. Well, you can't be a drainage engineer without, you know.

A what? A drainage engineer. That's my job.

But you're a Marshal.

No, Marshal's my name.

Marshal P. Knutt.

Drainage, sanitation and garbage disposaI engineer, first ciass.

They sent me down here to ciean the piace up. Didn't they tell you?

But we want a peace Marshal, not a drainee Marshal.

Drainage, -age, -age.

Oh! Don't you understand? This town is full of gunmen and outlaws.

That's what we want cleaned up.

You mean, there isn't a job for me?

Of course there isn't a job for...

Wait a minute.

No-one around here knows you're not a real Marshal, do they?

Oh, Annie Oakley. I told her my job.

Oh, she don't matter.

And you did shoot all them Indians singlehanded?

Granted, yes.

Come to think of it, you'll make a marvellous Marshal.

Who, me? Yes. You'll clean up Stodge City.

Oh, you'll become the most admired, the most feared man in the West.

Oh, they'll write books about you.

I can see it: "The Legend of Marshal P. Knutt."

"The Legend of Marshal P. Knutt."

Curly, round up the boys. We've got a job on tonight.

Sure thing, Kid.

Give me a drink, Charlie. You ought to know, Mr Rumpo, that woman that's staying here's asking a lot about Sheriff Earp's death.

What woman who's staying here?

She came in on the stage. I iet her have a room.

Where is she? Upstairs. Room 11 .

What are you gonna do?

I don't like women who ask awkward questions.

She's going out of here on her big, fat bustie.

Come in!

All right, lady, just pack your bags and...

I thought you were the chambermaid.

I am.

You don't look too much like a chambermaid to me.

It's my day off.

You must be the one they call the Rumpo Kid, huh?

Yep. That's me.

And you want me to pack my bags and ieave?

Leave? Where did you get that idea?

Well, I thought... What did you come in here for, then?

Just to say welcome.

I hope you have a long and friendly stay here.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

You just ask for anything you want. it's all on the house.

Thank you. Right now I'd like to get out of my bath.

Oh. Give you a hand?

No, no, but you can pass a towel if you like.


Here you are.

All right, I won't look.

No? Nope.

Oh, well. Worth a try.

Yeah, well... it was er... nice er... seeing you.

And you, too. You've been ver sweet to me.

Well, did you do it?

Did I do what? Did you tell her to go?

Oh, that. Yeah, sure. I gave it to her straight, Cards on the yable, man to man.

Man to man, huh?

Yup. Right between the eyes.

So she's going?

Nope. The fact is, Belle, she's straight. I reckon she's not tring to hide nothing.

She couldn't. Not in that bath.

You're right there. Boy, has she got...

Oh. You saw.

Yeah, well, I happened to be standing here and the keyhole came up against my eye.

Well... then y-y-you saw for yourself.

I mean, she's nice... a nice girl.

You can't go throwing a poor little thing like that out.

You know how it is. Yeah, yeah. I know just how it is.

Reckon she does know how it is, too.

The Rumpo Kid. He's the one we gotta get something on.

He's behind everything that's going on around here.

Why didn't you just run him out of town, then?

Everbody's scared stiff of him.

Except me, of course.

Pardon me.

Mind if I come in?

Why, of course, Mr Rumpo. We're always delighted to see you.

I wanted to meet the new Marshal.

Oh, thank you.

I thought I'd tip you off.

There's going to be another raid on Colonel Houston's cattle tonight.

What? How do you know?

A stranger came into my piace and told one of the girls.

You don't say. Yup.

The giri's not involved, mind you. She's a nice, pure, innocent kid.

He just happened to talk in his sleep.

Well, thank you for telling me, Mr Rumpo.

A pieasure, Marshal. Any time I can do anything to help, don't be afraid to ask.

Gentlemen, if you'll pardon me, I've promised to talk to the ladies' sewing circle.

He doesn't seem such a bad fellow.

Don't you believe it.

There's something funny going on around here.

Why, I'm almost positive that he and his gang are doing all the catllerustllng around here.

Impossible. He wouldn't have come in and told us if it was him.

No. No, that's a point.

We've gotta do some quick thinking.

"Tonight", he said. That's today.

That's pretty quick thinking. Don't overdo it. Leave it to me.

Now, let me see... Now...

The best plan Would be for you to ride out there after dark and surprise 'em.

All by myself? No. You gotta take a posse with you.

Why? Don't they like cats? A posse! Not a pussy!

You can't go out there and handle a whole gang of rustiers and killers all by yourself.

Can't I? No, no.

You've got to find some brave and public-spirited citizens to help you.

Oh, yes, I see. Like you, you mean.


Except that, unfortunately, tonight I have another engagement.

Any other night, of course.

But don't worry. You're bound to find somebody.



Howdy, Marshal.

What can I do for you?

Well, actually, I'm tring to get up a posse.

Oh? For tonight, you mean?

That's right. I thought perhaps you and a few of your men could er...

Oh, it's a pity, Marshal. I'm sorryy. We can't help you tonight.

We got a little choir practice. I promised the boys. Right, boys?

Oh. it's funny, but everone I've asked so far seems to be doing something else.

Ah, gee, that's tough, Marshal. Ain't it?

Wait a minute. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you two of my boys. Short.

Yeah, boss. I got a little job for you.

Take these two, Marshal. Short and Curly.

How do you do?

Who was that?

Just Rumpo and some of the boys, Marshal.

Oh! Off to their choir practice.

I'm sorryy if I'm making you miss yours.

That's all right, Marshal. We'll get up extra eariy and do some.

Oh, good. By the way, I've got your Deputy badges.

No, thank you, Marshal.

It ain't wise to wear them. Makes too easy a target.

Oh... yes.

Well, I suppose we'd better be off, then.

Yup. Got a horse all ready for you, Marshal.

Oh... yes. Yes, that's a horse, all right.

Looks like you forgot to fasten your girth, Marshal.

Hey, come back! Horse!


The herd seems mighty restless.

You hear anything, Joe?

Nice work. When you're through, take a handful of steers up to Bear Pass.

I'm going to see Sam Houston. Come on!

Howdy, mister. Howdy, Colonel.

I was just up in the high ground getting the stock in.

I've just seen some fellas making off with a whole heap of your catlle.

The hell you say.

Jake! Get them ready to ride! Sure thing, Colonel.

I'm mighty grateful to you, mister.

Whereabouts you saw 'em?

They were just coming over Bear Pass.

What you say? Bear... Pass.

Oh. My hearing isn't so good these days.

That's the catlle, all right.

They've got the Bar X brand on 'em.

Well, where are all the rustlers, then?

Well, I reckon just the sight of you, Marshal, must have scared them away.

Oh, yes, I suppose so.

Well, what are we gonna do now, then?

Well, I reckon the best thing we can do is to leave you to look after them steers while we ride and get us some help.

Just what I was going to suggest.

There they are, Colonel. Yeah!

Come on! Let's get 'em! Hah!

Colonel Houston?

Yeah. That's me.


Do you mind if I do this, Colonel?

As an upright and law-abiding citizen of Stodge City and a lifelong friend of Sheriff Earp, I consider it my duty.

Your privilege, sir.

What do you think you're doing?

You're making a terrible mistake, you know.

I can sue you for this. I've got my rights. Pipe down, will you?

What are you getting so excited about?

I can't help it. I've always been nervous and highiy strung.

You're about to be strung even higher, pal.

Right, we'll just take the other end and make it...

...good and tight.



Marshal! Marshal!

It's me, Judge Burke.

What are you doing in there? You can't stay iocked up all the time.

You're supposed to be keeping law and order.

Oh, no.

He's out to get me. I know it. That Rumpo.

Don't be silly. They wouldn't dare do anything to a US Marshal.

"wouldn't dare do anything", he says.

Judge, I was neariy hanged the other night, like a common criminal.

Oh, you don't wanna worry about that.

Some of my best friends have been hanged.

There ain't no stigma attached to it out West.

Well, they can't fool me. It was Rumpo's doing.

He arranged the whole thing.

Oh, come on, now. You're imagining things.

Both he and old Sam apologised ver nicely the next day. it was a naturaI mistake to make in the circumstances.

Do I look like a cattle rustler?

No, but you don't look like a sanitary inspector either.

I am not a sanitary inspector! I am a sanitation engineer, first ciass!

Shh. Do you want everbody to hear?

Look, first of all the Indian attack on the stage coach.

Then this cattle rustling business.

That didn't happen by accident.

That was planned to get me out of the way.

And it Would have worked if that fella hadn't come to my rescue.

Yeah, who was he?

I don't know. He just untied my hands and he galloped off.

But I'd know him again, all right. How?

He had a very strong smell of perfume.


We're getting a funny lot round here.

Who is it?

Sam Houston.

What is it? What's the matter?

They were at my piace again last night. Yes! Got away with 40 head.

Who were they? Did you see 'em?

It was too dark to see much.

Yeah, but I recognised it was one of Rumpo's men.

Marshal, you've gotta do something.

Well, I don't see what I can do without any proof.

Here's proof for you. Take a look at that.

You match up those hoof prints and you've got your man.

But how did they get up there?

What have you been doing?

Well, I was out courting.

There's no law against it.

No, no, of course not, but I can think of more comfortable piaces to do it.

Marshal, I think it's time you and Rumpo had a little talk.

Well, if you think there's evidence. You know, personally, I don't...

Now, there's nothing to be afraid of.

They wouldn't dare do anything to a US Marshal.

Here they come now! Stop 'em!

Well, gentlemen, a toast.

To our own beloved Marshal P. Knutt, accidentally run over today by a band of unknown horsemen, RiP.

What's the matter?

# The night is young

# And we're not too old

# Why wait for fate to give you a shove?

# When I am yours

# To have and to hold

# This is the night for love

# For I am willing

# And awfully weak

# And just the kind to take advantage of

# So why not push

# Your new lucky streak?

# This is the night for love

# My arms are yearning

# To hold you ever so near

# My lips are burning

# Just for your kiss

# There's no returning

# To me it's all very clear

# There'll never be another night like this

# So hold me close

# Till daylight is near

# Closer than a hand in a glove

# And say those words

# I'm longing to hear

# This is the night for holding me tight

# For this

# is the night for love ?

I didn't know you could sing.

Well, I've hardly seen anything of you since I arrived.

Have you er... been avoiding me?

I should say not. I got a lot of business to do lately.

At night? Why, it's the most convenient time.

My customers are asleep then.

Say, it's awful crowded in here.

Is there somewhere private where we could talk?

Yep. My office. I got a nice big couch there for sitting, talking on.

Well, what are we waiting for, then?

Well, you go right ahead. I just gotta get something.


Charlie, quick. Come on, Charlie! Gimme a bottle.

Sure thing, Kid. Champagne?

What else?

You... you can't go to her, Johnny. Don't talk so silly.

Don't turn our stor into a burning tale of lust, jealousy and passion under a white-hot desert sun.

Don't make it a saga of sex, vengeance and sudden death in the primitive West.

Are you delirious?

But, Johnny, she's no good. Take it from me, she's after something. if you get out of the way, she's gonna get it.

But, Johnny, have you forgotten?

I'm your little Ding Dong.

I hate to have to say it, but your Ding has lost its Dong.

Reckon you iost him, Belle.

How about doing a little something for me, eh?


Here's to us.

Oh, no, Johnny. No, don't.

Annie, I'd do anything for you. I'd buy you diamonds, furs.

I'll make you a partner. I'll shave ever day.

I know, but, you see, it's no use.

I'm saving myself for another. Another what?

Another man. Who?

The man who killed the man who killed my man.

I got lost. Would you mind repeating that?

OK, I'll try and explain.

You see, there once was a Sheriff here called Earp, Albert Earp.

Yeah, what about him?

Well, a long time ago, he once shot somebody very dear to me, and I just long for somebody to kill Earp.

They have. He's dead.

I know.

And whoever it was that shot Earp is the one I'm saving myself for.

You see, I have nothing else to offer as a reward. it was me. I shot the old codger.

You're... The man who killed the man who killed your man.

Oh, I hoped it would be you. My search is ended.

You can stop saving yourself now.

Oh, no, no. Not this way! What other way is there?

I mean, not here. Not here in an office.

Come to my room at ten o'clock and I'll be waiting for you.

Your room? Uh-huh.

Ten o'clock? Mm-hmm.

You'll be waiting?


What are you doing?

That ain't fair! They said you were dead!

A fine doctor you turned out to be.

No, he was dead when I took his pulse. I swear it.

When you took his pulse?

I never thought of that. My watch has stopped.

What happened?

Rumpo and his gang, they rode their horses right over you.

Well, that does it. I've had just about enough of Rumpo.

I'll get something on him if it's the last thing I do.

It probably will be. Yeah!

We're here.

Oh, good. What's on the clock?

Little Heap make no charge for his own father.

Oh, that's a good boy.

Well, now you can run along home, straight home.

No stopping to pick up any stray bits of scalp.

You take big risk, going in saloon, Father.

Rumpo say he kill you if he see you again.

Well, I can't help that. I've got to have fire water.

How you buy fire water with no dollars?

Ah-ha-ha. Big Heap has inherited all the cunning of his forefathers.

Give me a hand, son.

Gold strike at Bear Creek!

It never fails. it never fails.


One minute to ten. Her room, and she'll be waiting.

Oh, hello. How.

Who's that?

It's me, Rumpo. Are you ready? could you wait just one moment, honey?

OK. Come on in.

Down with Custer!

Big Heap. Just a minute, sweetheart. I forgot something.

Let's all go and hold up the stage!

Big Heap. What the heck are you doing here?

It's my old friend, the Crumpet Kid. Rumpo Kid.

Same thing. I say, remember you got me to hold up that stagecoach?

Shut up. You want the whole town to hear?

What is this? Where is everbody?

Charlle! What's going on? Where you been?

I'm sorryy, Kid.

Some joker came in, shouting that there was a gold strike at Bear Creek.

Was there? I got three miles before I remembered.

There ain't no piace called Bear Creek.

Big Heap take heap big pale face mickey. it was him. I'll kill him!

No, no. I don't want no trouble, not now.

I've got some important business waiting. Lock him up in the office.

Get him out of here. Quick.

Hold it right there, Rumpo.

Now what?

Marshal. That's right. I want to talk to you.

OK. Drop by tomorrow. I'm kinda busy right now.

Are you gonna waik down or do I have to shoot you down?


Fantastic. A fella can't even live up to his name these days.

What do you want? Rumpo...

I'm taking you in.

You couldn't take in dirty washing. You heard me. I'm taking you in. if you feel like tring to stop me, just you try it. I'm ready for you.

I told you that was too loose.

I can't wear it any tighter. it pinches me tummy.

Oh, you can laugh, Rumpo, but we've really got something on you this time.

Go on, Marshal, you tell him.

Well, it seems that last night Colonel Houston's ranch was raided again by rustlers.

What's that got to do with me? That's got a lot to do with you.

They got away with 40 cows.

Bullocks. I know what I'm talking about.

So do I. They was bullocks.

Oh, what does it matter if they was cows or bullocks?

It matters to them. Oh, this ain't getting us nowhere.

Now, take a look at this.

This here hide came off a Bar X steer and we found it in your stable.

Yeah, and that ain't all. The hoof prints on the back of my coat match up with those of your horse.

You may as well admit it, Rumpo. You stole his cattle.

We've got you by the shorthorns.

I'd like to help you, but unfortunately I loaned my horse to somebody else last night.

What? Where were you?

Here, all night. Belle will tell you what I was doing.

Not in my court, she won't.

I'm sorryy, gentiemen, but the fella you want is the fella that used my horse last night.

Who was it? An injun, name of Big Heap.

Oh. Well, it looks like we've got the wrong man, Judge.

That's right. if you'll pardon me, I got business to attend to.

Yeah, but just you watch it, Rumpo, because I aim to get you.

Yeah, you'll see. We'll get something on you yet.

That's far enough, Marshal. Shall I plug 'em, Kid?

Nope. Yes. Go on, let him! Go on, Charlie.

Hey, steady, Judge. That's exactly what we want.

Then we'll have something on them. Use your nut, Knutt.

Oh, Judge. You know we got more sense than to shoot a US Marshal.

Charlle was only kidding.

Now, Would you get out of here, piease? We're ciosing for the night.

All right! But we'll be back!

Now? No! Get out, you old fool!

Come on.

Well, here we go.

I heard you in there, Kid.

That was a smart trick, saying Big Heap stoie those steers.

Yeah. But if the Marshal talks to him, we're in troubie.

Like me to get rid of him?

Later. Just keep him locked up for now. I gotta see Miss Oakley.

Why? What's she done? Nothing yet. That's the troubie.

Hey, Kid! Big Heap's gone!

This just ain't my night.

He must have got out through the window.

Don't just stand there. He can't be far away. Come on.

Up the Indians! Hey, you can't do that.

We gotta get him out of there quick. it's not gonna be easy, with that Marshal sieeping there.

No. We'll have to keep him occupied.

Why did this have to happen tonight?

I'll get Curly and the boys.

You tell Miss Oakley I've been unavoidably detained.

Leave it to me, Kid.

Come and get it.

Oh, I'm terribiy sorryy. I thought you were somebody else.

Good night, Mum.


Just hold it right there.

I hope that's your gun, Marshal.

Miss Belle. What are you doing here? Think of your reputation.

You think about it and stop asking stupid questions.

Stop! What are you getting undressed for?

I wanna catch up with you. What? Oh!

Oh, you don't have to be so modest with me, Marshal.

You're a finelooking man, you know.

I am? I kinda go for men who wear long-coms.

I knew a fella who escaped from prison in a pair of coms.

He got out through the trap door at the back.

Yes. Coms really do something to me.

They do something to me, too. itch.

You didn't come here just to talk about underwear.

You're right, Marshal.

How would you like it... Oh, no.

...if I gave you proof that Rumpo was behind the stage hold-up and the cattle rustling?

What? But why are you telling me all this?

Maybe it's because I go for you, Marshal, honey.

Don't you feel it, that certain something between us?

Yes. it's my hot water bottle.

No, we were meant for each other, you and me.

We go together like ham and eggs.

Oh, Mother.

What was that? Are you expecting anyone?

No, of course not. if it's Rumpo, he'll kill me.

I must hide. Where?

Under the bed. Quick. Good idea.

No, not you, you fool. Me.

Miss Oakley. Marshal, I've come to give myself up.

I've just killed a man.

Well, we all make silly mistakes now and then.

Kllied a man? Uh-huh.

Charlle the barman. But it was an accident, I swear it.

Of course it was. How did it happen?

I shot him with a shotgun... Oh.

...a rifle, and two revolvers.

It must have been some accident. It was.

I thought it was the Rumpo Kid.

You see, I found out tonight that he was the one that killed Sheriff Earp.

Oh, Marsh, I feeI just... terrible.

Oh, there, there. Don't worry about it. Come and sit down for a minute.

Ah! Oh!

My gun.

You're ver sweet. I feel sort of safe with you somehow.

That's what they all say.

Oh, have you known lots of giris, then?

Oh, no. No, none at all. It's my job, I suppose.

You don't get to meet them down drains.

Well, I'm glad because I've never felt like this about anybody before.

Really? Mm-hm.

I feel like we sort of go together like... strawberries and cream.

Or ham and eggs. Yeah, ham...

Oh, Lord. I'm sorry, Marshal, but I can't lie there, Listening to this witch talking out the back of her bustie.

No other girls, huh? Wait a minute. I can explain.

Oh, don't bother.

And with an old bag like that.

And who are you calling an old bag?

You, old bag, I'm calling an old bag.

Ah! You cat. I'll get you! Ah!


Think of the neighbours.

Ladies, piease.

Now, look what you've done. Oh, I'm sorry, Marshal, really, I am.

Marsh, honey, are you all right?

There, there. Belle will make it up to you.

Take your hands off him, you big troll!

Look, you ieave him aione, you harpy!

I said I can take care of him, you cowgirl.

Cowgirl? if I called you that, I'd oniy be haif right.

Why, you...

Oh. Oh, Marsh. Marsh, honey.

There he is.

I get-um quick. Not so fast. I'll handle this.

Me want-um Daddy. We going to get-um Daddy.

Now, shut-um up-um.

Dolores, come here. What?

Get yourself into the Marshal's office. Keep him occupied a half-hour.

How? What do you want, diagrams?

Well, haif an hour's a long time. What are we gonna talk about?

I should have known better. Ugh.

Remember the things your ma told you not to do when you came out West?

Yes. Do 'em.

There, there, my poor boy. Leave him alone. He's mine.

He's mine! He's mine!

No, please, ladies!



Why, hello there, you old Marshal, honey.

What is this? What do you want?

Now, that's not a nice way to talk to a little old girl who's dropped by just to keep y'all from getting lonesome.

Oh, you needn't have bothered. I've been anything but ionesome.

Oh, don't be like that, Marshal, honey.

Why, since the first time I saw you, I've been crazy about y'all.

You and me, we'll go together like pancakes and syrup, I reckon.

All you peopie think about is food.

Doesn't anyone around here go together like man and woman?

Now you're talking my kind of ianguage.

Oh, no, no! No, stay away!

Land sakes, what are they all doing here?

You get out of here, you little tramp!

Don't you worry.

I don't aim on sharing him with a couple of old hags like you.

I got my pride.

Why, you...

Oh, no, you don't!

I know it's the Wlld West, but this is ridiculous.

Do you want to be a hero? Stick that in the keyhole.


Yeah, keyhole... Er keyholeum.

Ah, keyholieum. Why you no say? White man speak with forked tongue.

Well, go on. It's oniy a half-minute fuse.

Soon as it biows, we get Big Heap and get out of town fast.

No can stick in keyholeum.

Key in keyholeum.

Well, take the key out.


"Key in keyholeum." Oh, no. Come back!

Here is key-um.

Quiet. Quiet. Well, what is it?

I thought I heard something.

Little Heap?

Where the heck is he?

What a send-up. Get Big Heap. Let's get out of here.

Big Heap.

Would you believe it?

Big Heap. Come on, wake up.

You girls stay in here. Understand?

All right, carry him out.

Oh, no, you don't. Stick 'em up. Get back in.

Go on, get back. Back. Now. Reach.

So that's your little game, eh? Trying to help a prisoner escape.

Just one more charge against you, Rumpo.

What do you mean, Marshal?

We just dropped in for a friendiy visit, that's all.

We ain't done nothin' wrong.

Nothing wrong? Holding up the stage, catllerustling, shooting a Sheriff.

You're crazy. Don't you belleve it.

I've all the evidence in there, and witnesses.

Don't you try it, Rumpo. Just you try it.

I'm not a fool, you know. I know what I'm doing. I'm holding you all.

Right. In there, all of you.

Go on. And take him with you. Go on, inside.

You mean, in there?

Yes. Now, get a move on, before I lose my temper.

Well, come on, boys, you heard the Marshal. Get in there.

Everbody inside. Come on, move.

That's the idea.

You picked the wrong man to tangle with this time, Rumpo.

Now, where's the key? Right here.

What? Oh. And I'll take that, too, I think.

You know, Marshal, you were right. You're too smart for the likes of us.

I'm just gonna get out of Stodge City.

But wait a minute. Come back.

No, piease. Somebody, help!

We've got him for you, Rumpo.

Bring him in.

Big Heap.

Confidentially, Big Heap have heap big hang-um-over.

Get out of here. Go on home.

Oh! Do you mean I'm not a prisoner any more?

Nope. You can't tell the Marshal any more than he knows already.

Get in there.

Oh! How absoluteiy loveiy.

Do you mind?

You see, I've always wanted a scalp with a bobble on.

Get out of here. Go home.

Uncivilised lot.

What is the meaning of this outrage? Why have I been brought here?

Shut up. Sit down.

What are you getting so excited about?

What am I getting excited about? Taken from my bed at gunpoint.

Not even allowed to put my slippers on.

Have you ever tried riding a horse barefoot? It hurts.

It could have been worse. You might have been in the bath.

Gagged and blindfolded, with a revoltingly filthy handkerchief.

I hate to think where that had been.

I couldn't have you knowing where my hideout was, could I?

I don't know what you've got to hide out from, I'm sure.

Don't you know what happened in town last night?

Somebody ratted on me and now the Marshal has got more than enough on me to string me up.

Oh, really? Well, I had to go out of town iast night.

We found him at the widow Rawlins' place.

You dirty old man. You're supposed to be dead against that sort of thing.

I happen to be her lawyer.

Ever since her husband died, I've been handllng everything.

I bet you have.

This is insufferable. Why have you brought me here, I say?

Well, Judge, I'll tell you. We're gonna make a deai.

You get rid of that Marshal... and I will give you a rakeoff.

A what-off? A rakeoff.

A percentage of everything I get from running Stodge.

Are you attempting to bribe me, a judge, a dedicated defender of law and order a sworn enemy of crime and corruption?

Yep. How much?

A quarter. I'll take it.

Provided you get rid of the Marshal.

He ain't really a Marshal at all. What?

No. it was all a mistake. He's really a sanitary engineer. Ha ha!

Are you tring to tell me, Johnny Finger, the Rumpo Kid, that I have been run out of town by a...


Yeah! You can see the funny side of it.

Shut up!

The deai's off. I'll take care of him myself.

I'll flll him so full of holes they'll use him for straining cabbage.

How nice. Well, if you'll excuse me...

Not so fast. I ain't finished with you yet.

We want Knutt!

Patience, folks! Patience! Patience! He'll be out any minute now.

Any minute? You've been saying that since one o'ciock this morning.

We're doing the best we can, Marshal.

Why are those peopie out there, anyway?

Don't you know? You're a hero. Rumpo and his boys have moved out.

Some hero. Locked in one of his own cells.

Teach you to come in here and ask me for a quick one.

Hey, Marsh, the Rumpo Kid's got Judge Burke.

What are they gonna do to him? I don't know, but I don't like it.

You have to get out of Stodge.

Get out of Stodge? I can't even get out of here!

Ok, fellas, just stand aside.

Gosh, that was marvellous, Annie.

I Would never have thought of doing that. Marshal! Marshal, come quick!

What is it? Look.

it's Judge Burke. So it is.

Is he...? Is he...? No, he ain't.

Get me off this thing, will you?

You're OK, Judge. Just piumb exhausted, that's all.

So Would you be if you'd been riding like this for four hours, with the hot sun beating down upon your... progress.

What happened to you, Judge?

Rumpo and his men. They're coming to get you.

Who? Me? Yeah.

They know you're not a real Marshal.

They're gonna be here at 12 o'clock high noon.

High noon? Why high noon?

I know. I told them it was a most unoriginal time for that kind of thing, but they wouldn't llsten. Oh!

Well, you all heard what the Judge said.

Rumpo and his men, they'll be coming back to Stodge at 12.

Now, I reckon if we all stand together, we could...

Wait. Doc, you'll stand up with me, won't you?

Well, I'd like to, son, but I'm a kind of busy man.

Got a lot of calls to make.


Well, it looks like I'm gonna be kinda busy myself.

But you don't need to worry. I already got your measurements.

It's useless.

Marshal, you must get out of here. It's only ten o'clock.

No. I may not be a real Marshal, but I took this job and I aim to see it through.

You can't take on Rumpo and his whole gang singlehanded.

Well, you wouldn't think much of me if I ran away.

And, anyway, I'm a pretty good shot. Remember the Indians? Pow!

I never wanted to have to tell you this, but... it was me that shot those Indians.

You? Mm-hm. Through the stage window.

Oh. That expiains how I managed to get three with two shots.

Just a minute.

Oh, yes. And it was you who saved me from that hanging the other night?

You'd make some man a good husband.

Oh, come on. You can't help being what you are.

But just get out of here. Go back to your drains.

Yes, that's about all I'm fit for, isn't it? Drains.


Oh, wait a minute.

I've got it.

Annie, could you teach me to shoot as good as you?

What? They're due in at noon. it's after ten now.

Good. That gives us aimost two hours. Do you think I'm mad?

Nutty as a fruitcake.


Oh, get off.

Well, that's a bit better.

Any sign of them yet? No.

And there's oniy a minute to go.

Is that all? Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?

Marsh, please, you've got to iet me go there with you.

No. Definitely not. it's time I started fighting for myself. I told you.

Yes, I know.

It's just that I love you.

How was that?


This is Rumpo!

I'm coming in!



Where are you?

Here, Rumpo!

Knutt! Where are you?

Come out and fight, damn you!

Curly, you take that end. Sllm, you and me take the other.

Look out behind you!

Knutt, where are you?

Here, Rumpo!

No, here!

Just hold it right there, Rumpo.

Now... now, Marshal, er, sir.

You don't want to shoot me. Me and the boys were oniy kidding.

I'm not going to shoot you, Rumpo.

I'm going to put you where you belong, on the end of a rope.

Johnny, I'm coming!

Stop, or I'll fire!

Marsh! Oh, Marsh, I think you're wonderful.

Come here.

I'd have got him, too, but I haven't any bullets left.