Mistaken for an Easterner | The Lone Ranger (05-13-42)

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Cars in your budget.

Mom needs a second, honey.

You can really have it delivered?

Really.

Or I can pick it up with the dealership.

One sec, sweetie.

Mommy's buying a car.

Mommy's looking.

I think kid is walking up the slide.

Kyle, again, really?

Auto trader.

Buy your car online.

Really?

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Now, let's get into this episode.

I'm still there.

I'm still there.

A fiery horse with a speed of light.

A cloud of dust and a hotty high all silver.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

A long ranger.

With this faithful Indian companion, Toddle,

the master rider of the plains led the fight for law

and order in the early Western United States.

The stories of his strength and courage

his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us

to the generations and nowhere in the pages of history

can one find a greater champion of justice.

Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesterday

from out of the past from the thundering

who feeds of the great horse silver.

The long ranger rides again.

A long silver.

A thing on the fair head.

A silver one.

Two men sprawled beneath the hot sun

on the broken rock strewn ground of the open plain.

One of these was dead.

The other more nearly dead than alive.

He could hear the clatter of approaching horses

but he was too weak to lift his gun to fire another shot

of those whom he believed to be returning killers.

A dying driver of a stage coach saw the man who wore the mask.

He was sure that there would be a sudden shot

that would end for all time the racking pain of many wounds.

Oh, yeah, what's up with all this?

One color still alive.

Take a look at the other tunnel.

I see what I can do for this man.

Ah, you take a look.

Stay there, silver big fella.

Go on. Shoot me again.

Get it. Get it done with.

I'm not going to shoot you.

I'm here to help you.

Too late.

Yeah, let me help you.

I could drink a water.

Just help me.

On the fallen end.

He is, Tudor.

I'm going fast.

Who are you?

I'm a friend.

I want to know who shot you.

They don't.

They don't know.

I saw the tracks of the stage coach nearby.

Are you the driver?

May be.

Guard.

Other.

Pete?

Pete's driver.

Try to swallow some more water.

Hello.

Anything for the wound?

I see.

I'll not take it easy.

I was going to put a bandage on your wound.

Dirty killers.

For the stage.

Where's the stage?

It drove it away.

It's gone.

And tired.

It's getting dark.

He's six ahead in this way.

Him less better.

All right, hello.

Now tell me.

Are you any idea who did this?

What?

I said, have you?

Hello.

You don't know.

You couldn't tell the thing about this.

Hello.

Whoever killed these men are the most...

You look younger.

What's that?

Riders come this way.

I have six riders.

I see them.

They're ready, hello.

We may have to fight them right here.

I'm here, ready.

Hold on.

That's the sheriff.

You know him?

Yes.

That's really bad for the sheriff from Ransfield.

And him know you.

I know how to call him.

That's bad.

That bloody bad.

Maybe he knows what you mean.

Well, you're right.

You think we did this.

You ready for a fast brake tunnel?

I mean, I have to get away from here.

No hurry.

I'm here, ready.

Don't hide around.

Keep your hands up.

We got the drop on you.

Brad, you and Sam, take a look at those tools.

See if they're done for.

Take the trouble to examine them, Sheriff Bedford.

They're both dead.

Oh, they are, huh?

Well, I reckon you want to know.

Take their guns, Brad.

And take them ask off the tall ones.

That's a minute.

Hey, how'd you know my name?

I've seen you before, Sheriff Bedford.

I've been in Ransfield several times.

Yeah.

Where's the stage?

I don't know.

The rest of your gang made up with it, eh?

And we'll find a way to loosen up your tongue

when we get you to town.

Brad, I told you to take their guns.

I...

I wouldn't try it, Brad.

Hey, look here.

We can start shooting if you want us to.

I don't know.

I had nothing to do with these murders.

We came here, and we saw vultures circling.

Hey, I don't believe a word you're talking about.

We found one of these men still living.

We found out there was nothing.

It could be done to help him.

I tried to learn from him who shut the guard and drive

and rob the stage.

He couldn't tell me.

Hey, you're only wasting your time, mister.

We're taking you into Ransfield.

You can go peaceful or go horizontal, whichever you want.

You will let us mount our horses, won't you?

Sure.

Let Brad take your guns first.

Why doesn't he come and take them then?

Dread it.

I don't know.

Do we stand there, Curly?

He looks like a man who could drop him hands

and jerk his guns in a flash of an eye.

Oh, take his guns.

How about it?

Will you let me?

I'm in close and try and see what happens.

You see, Curly?

Dad, Brad, you'll grab me and use me for a shoot.

Sure as I'm alive.

Not at all.

Uh-huh.

How about it, Curly?

You're going to shoot me because your deputy won't do what he's told.

Are they following?

Get past, are they following?

Get past, are they following?

Oh, take him by himself.

Come on, man.

I hope.

Let me go.

They're going to help.

You men fire and you'll hit your shaft.

They're going, you'll hang.

Let me down, I can't get them.

Oh, you silly.

Shoot them down.

They'll go to you.

You'll pay for this.

You'll pay, I can't let them.

Listen to me, Sheriff.

Listen to me.

You tell me.

You'll be letting the real killers get away scot-free.

I kill those men.

You think I'd stay there and wait for you to capture me?

I'm hoping you'd be sensible, but you're not.

I'll get square for this.

I'll get you down now.

Oh, they're worse over here.

Oh, you wait.

I'll get you again if I hit the scowler.

This colony with 200 debuts.

You can walk back here, men in your horse.

But I find the murderers of the stage garden driver.

I'll turn them over to you.

Come on, Superman.

Meanwhile, far off at another direction.

Six horses.

They're driven, pulled a bouncing stage across rocky bronze.

But there were no facts left.

Half a dozen men on horses, road alongside the stage.

Two men, set upon the seat.

All right, sir.

Right up here, this place is a good-assette.

Hey, not falling.

Oh, you're holding a retreat.

You're holding a retreat.

Oh, dude.

There.

There.

You've got to wait with this target on the daughter.

Okay.

I'm sure you've did, Blackie.

As far as I know, both the garden driver was left there.

You might be close to it.

Don't matter, anyhow.

They didn't get to look at our faces.

Yeah, I'd hate to write on that thing all the time.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah.

You need a good horse and saddle instead of one of them things.

Now, come on, your boys.

Get the mailbags off the stage.

Hey, it happened.

Don't stand around waiting for instructions.

You know what you're going to do.

Oh, yeah.

It was a sight easier to take the whole stage than you unload it.

And you told the mailbags on the horses.

Even the boys stopped riding for a time.

Yeah.

And hit the stage, horses.

All right.

I'll give you a hand when the boys are unloading the mail.

We'll set fire to stage and let her burn.

Yeah.

That's too bad we can't use these horses.

They're good ones.

Yeah.

The only thing is saddle bread.

We have no use for stays for the horses.

Yeah, reckon we just have to leave and go.

How about those mailbags?

They're most all off the stage now.

Now, cut them open, then.

I want to go through the mail.

Blackie hurriedly went through the mail,

collecting certain letters that looked as though they might hold money.

And the last of the sacks was unloaded.

His men helped him.

Meanwhile, dirt finished on hitting the horses.

Yeah.

Get going.

You too, kid.

Get along there.

Hey.

Take care then.

How about the mail, Blackie?

We'll make enough out of this to make the hole up for his wife.

Good.

I figured maybe a big den was springing his lawn.

You know it's better than it's trying to do that.

He stages if we go to dispose of it.

He didn't say.

He just said that he'd tell us when we'd weigh laid enough of them.

Oh, doggo.

Look at the cash holding money in his letter.

He must be close to $500 here.

Good.

But it was the rest.

And when we're all done, we'll plaque up and set fire to the rest of the mail

when we burn the stagecoats.

Oh, Blackie, yeah.

Maybe we could go to Big Dandelion and tell him that there wasn't any cash on the stage.

Then we could tell him he'd have to pay us if he wants us to keep on with his raven and weigh them.

You don't tell Big Daniel the things that ain't true, Doc.

Mm-hmm.

Big Daniel never got as far as he has by being taken by men like us.

He's a doggun smart schemer.

And if he hadn't wanted to be a lawyer and a bankier,

I could have made a fortune in any one of a dozen other ways.

Oh, right.

I only suggested it to him.

Oh, Blackie.

Yeah.

Just why does Big Dandelion want us to do this?

I didn't ask him.

I don't see what he gets out of him.

I don't either.

But you can bet your boots he'll get his or he wouldn't have had us do this.

Blackie, I bet Jim Moser will be hit hard when he finds that his stage is gone.

There you old never find the stage.

I can tell you that right now, Gail.

But, Paul, why are you so sure of that?

Oh, it's just a feeling I've got.

That's all.

Rick and we're licked honey.

Licked and done her.

Pa, how can you say such things?

You, Jim Mosley.

Why they used to call you fightin' Jim Mosley.

Fightin' Jim.

And now, just because you've lost a stage in cargo, you're ready to call quits.

Gail, I never did tell you all it was going on.

Now, Pa, I know that the garden drive over friends of yours

and you feel mighty bad about having them killed,

but they wouldn't have wanted to die any other way.

You know that.

Old Slim, all we said he hoped he'd die in harness with his boot sign.

Gail, you talk up like a brave girl, honey.

But when you're fighting, the thing is we're up against.

Courage don't play no part in winning us.

Why?

If you see that slipper from the east, it's been around towns this morning.

Yes.

I saw him when I passed the hotel.

He's the one.

The one? What one?

The one we've got to lick.

We can't do it because I don't know the rules of the game.

He's playing.

I don't understand, Pa.

Look, Gail.

Here he is now.

We're coming in here.

May I come in?

You are in.

Close the door.

I suppose you want to look at the stage line's office

and see if it's the way you'd like to have it when you take it over.

When I take it over?

Well, you haven't got it yet.

So if you don't have any business here, go on back to the hotel.

Ah, that's no way to speak.

Oh, no way to speak, eh?

You're the owner of the stage line.

That's me.

Get mostly.

I've heard a lot about you, mostly.

You two call you fighting Jim, didn't they?

Is that all you come here to say?

Pa, now you shush up and let me speak.

We don't know who you are, stranger.

So maybe you've got the advantage.

I'll tell you who he is.

He's Mr. Tapping.

He wants my stage line.

Oh.

He's tried all manner of tricks to get it.

He started out from making offers through Big Dan over the bank.

You never told me that.

I won't sell this line.

I built this stage line up from nothing.

I built it when the stage is running and lost.

I fork red skins all along the trail from here

to St. George.

I know you did, Jim.

When you found out I wouldn't sell out,

you told Big Dan to get tough.

Make threats against me.

But I'm not the one.

I'm glad you were here.

By Juniper, I am glad you come here.

At last we can have the showdown.

I hope it comes.

What a showdown.

The same old fighting Jim.

I've always heard about it.

Well, you've taught me a new way to fight.

When you couldn't scare or bluff me in the selling out,

I suppose you handled things your own self.

Then I let him Big Dan or handle him for you.

You hired killers.

You sent him out to wreck the stage.

Well, that didn't make me sell.

So you stole another and shot my friends.

Oh, you can't accuse a man like that.

Well, I am a choosenum.

I'm calling you.

I heard you.

You figured that if you wrecked enough of my stages,

I'd go broke and have to sell out.

You turned the robbery and murder to get what you wanted.

Well, two can play at that game-tubbing.

For all I've bought it was to know the rules.

Huh, the name of goodness, Scott.

That gun car to talk.

That's what it's meant to be.

But you want the stage line, eh?

You'll kill two good men to get it.

Well, then try and kill the third man.

You got a gun under that code of yours.

I can see the butt hand sticking out.

Huh, stop.

One minute, Mosley.

One minute, nothing.

You made the rules of the game-tubbing.

And the rules say that murder is all a part of it.

Well, let's have the showdown here and now.

Reach for that shoot-9.

It's you or me.

The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger story.

Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments.

Now to continue our story.

The owner of the stage line who had suffered loss of stages and death of his friends

was livid faced with fury as he shouted at the man dressed in the clothes of an eastern air.

You heard me, Mr. Tubbing.

Reach for that gun.

It's either that or I'll have to shoot you like I would a poll cat in my cellar.

Not just as soon do it.

No, you won't, Jim.

It'll hang you.

Huh, hang me.

What's the difference?

Hang me or shoot me.

I don't care which it is.

I have lived.

I have lived to see my stage line amount to something.

Hi, you've got to stop him, Liz.

You stand back, girl.

But if you don't...

I can't see the stage line taken from me.

Or I can kill you.

And no, it'll be rid of you of your plan to get it.

If they do, hang me.

Gay will be able to carry on right left off.

What if I don't draw it, Jim?

No, shoot you anyway.

I'm drawn right now.

That's the way you did when you fought with General Custer.

I'm shooting anyhow.

I'm drawn right now.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

How'd you know about those times?

Remember that time that you wore in the Texas Rangers about an ambush?

They told them about 50 men who were up ahead of them.

Yeah.

I remember that.

And then fort-side by side with six Rangers and cleaned out the gang?

Your wife stood right near you then, Jim.

That's as your daughter standing there now.

Only she wasn't telling you not to shoot.

She was yelling, fight, Jim, fight, Jim.

Loading your guns for you as fast as you could empty them.

Yeah.

I remember.

You couldn't shoot a man that wouldn't draw his gun to defend himself, Jim.

Not you.

Say, who, the Sam?

Who are you?

Ain't your name topping?

Jim, I'm not from the east.

But Big Dan, the lawyer, banker.

I want to have a talk with Big Dan.

I want to know more about this Easterner named Tapping.

You're not Mr. Tapping?

I'm from Texas.

Oh, father, you hear that?

He's not from the east.

He's from Texas.

I was with your old friends just after they'd been shot.

I was with one of them when he died.

He was?

The sheriff wanted to arrest me for the murder.

That's why I came here in disguise.

Oh.

And Jim, how they found your stage coach or what was left of it.

They'd burned it.

They did, eh?

How is this expected I'd never see it again?

You helped the Texas Rangers once, Jim.

Now perhaps a man that taught a lot of those Texas Rangers

can help you.

Let's sit down and have some facts.

Big Dan had studied law and owned the bank and rates bill.

A combination made it possible for him to do just about as he pleased

and get away with it.

So clever with Big Dan and his handling of affairs

that no one suspected him of underhanded dealings.

In fact, he enjoyed the goodwill of almost everyone.

He was sitting in his office when fighting Jim mostly walked in.

Well, Jim, come and sit.

Close the door.

Well, thanks, Dan.

Have a seat.

No.

No, thanks.

I can't get the knack of Burns back.

He said, tune in.

I came here to have a talk about my stage line.

Yes, I heard about your hard luck.

She was too bad, Jim.

There's money, sir, even the sheriff told me

to punch your guard and drive it dead.

He got it, all right?

Sheriff says he had to quit in the village, but he made his escape.

That's what I heard.

There was no deal with him, too.

Daniel, do you think it'd be any chance

if this man had spoke up with a hired man

to wreck the stage?

Who?

Man, he told me about Mr. Tapping.

One of you said he'd been trying to buy me out.

Oh, Tapping.

Well, Jim, it's hard to say.

Tapping wants your stage line money back.

So you said.

And you know how it is.

He's got lots of cash when men like that want something

he usually get it.

You think he'd go that far?

I mean, murder?

It couldn't be proved, Jim.

No, I know from my experience as a lawyer

that we can never prove anything against him.

Even if you did, I'm in the middle of trouble.

Hi, Sammy.

I'm sorry, Jim.

What are you saying?

Well, I suppose the thing to do is to take the advice of a man like you.

You're a businessman?

You're a lawyer?

Yeah.

What did you suggest?

Well, Jim is a friend of yours and is a businessman.

As this, you take a fair deal and sell it.

What's a fair deal?

Well, you know what, Mr. Tapping offered?

That wasn't a fair price.

Now, the horse is alone.

It worked more and he was willing to pay me.

You had some losses since his offer, you know.

Maybe you'll have to pay a little less now.

Less!

Why not?

I know how you feel.

You feel that the business you build up is worth something.

But that's just your point of view.

It is worth something.

It's worth a heap more than Tapping offers.

Well, of course, if you want me to write him again, I'll do it.

I thought that strange around the hotel was Mr. Tapping.

Oh, I don't know who he is.

He says, when I say I'm sort of ready.

Well, look here, Dan.

You tell Tapping if he wants to make a deal.

He's got to come here.

Come here, but he's way the east.

I still say he's got to come here if he wants to make a deal.

I won't do business with a man I can't see face to face.

Him business methods have changed since you were a young man.

Well, I ain't changed, and I'm the man who's doing business.

You will write and tell him I'll sell out, but I've got to see him.

He can come here if he wants to take over my stage line.

All right.

If that's the final word.

It is.

Each evening, the stranger dressed as an Easterner, left Tom, and after darkness had fallen,

went to a small camp near the town of Rainstale.

Harry met Tonto and the great horse silver.

And all belongs, children.

We'll be writing again.

Rest makes silver want to get way, huh?

Anger shaping up, Tonto.

Right and Jim is willing to help us.

That good.

The information we had when we started for Ransville is right.

We'll have a trap for the biggest cook in the West.

Maybe trap not work?

In Plenty Slick.

If we don't catch him with this trap, Kimo Sabi.

We'll have to find some other way.

You're watching things in town.

You watch Plenty Close.

Good.

We may have to wait some time.

Tonto, I don't think we will.

The cook is too anxious to get control of the stage line.

Several days went by.

Men as gale mostly was passing the bank.

Big Dan came to the door and called.

Look at him.

Yeah, mostly.

Yes, sir.

Step over here, won't you?

I've got word for your father.

Oh, have you?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Tuffing has written to me.

Oh.

He's ready to come out here and talk about buying the stage line for your father.

Oh.

Well, don't look so miss gale.

After all, there'll be cash enough to make you and your father rich.

Compared to what most folks are in.

The part I didn't want to sell at any price.

I understand.

But sentiment must have no part in business.

No, I suppose not.

You'll tell your father to step around when he can and I'll advise him.

I'll tell him.

And glad you came right away, Jim.

Now I can sit in when you confirm with Tuffing.

Rick and you can, Dan.

Unless you'd sooner have someone else.

Of course, being your banker is women's your lawyer.

I can be in a better position than anyone else.

Oh, no, no.

Rick and all I'll need will be a witness when I sell out the line.

You can sign as a witness.

Same as anyone else.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll try and talk Tuffing into paying a little more.

Just for the goodwill of the business you see.

All right.

And that's settled there.

Yep.

You will be with me when he comes here.

Good enough.

When's he coming?

Yeah, now let me see.

I'll have to check back on his letter here.

Could I have that there, letter?

It's addressed to me.

Yeah.

He says he'll be here on the 10th of the current month.

He's coming on your own states line.

Look, I'll arrange to meet him.

10th of the month, he's saying.

Right.

I'll be waiting.

On the morning of the 10th, Jim mostly went to the office of a sheriff.

You said that you'd help out if there was a chance of getting the critters

that killed the garden driver.

So I will, Jim.

No matter what you have to do, no matter what.

All right, then that's settled.

I'll call in my friend.

Hey, mister, come on in here.

Sheriff's ready.

Good.

Hello, Sheriff.

Oh, yeah, still around there.

Mister, have been wondering just what you're here in town for.

You'll find out, Sheriff, before the day is over.

You and Jim will have to go for a ride with me.

And you'll have to wear masks.

What?

Mass?

Sheriff, you promise.

All right, then I promise.

And I'll see you through.

But what do we got to do?

Jim will tell you, well, I use the back room to change my clothes.

I have other clothes here, better for riding.

All right, go ahead.

What's this about, masks, Jim?

Sheriff, we've got to pose a stage robber.

And stop the west boundless sport to bring Mr. Tupping here.

Hmm.

For what?

Set a crook to catch a crook.

Is that credited with the changed clothes?

You want to be ready by this time?

Hello, sir.

You!

Sorry, all the water, man.

You were in the red skin.

Well, I wondered why your voice was familiar.

Come with me.

I don't know horses are waiting in back at your office.

We're going to stop the stage.

So the west bound, rumbling along the fast pitlip,

was suddenly overtaken by three masked men.

Get up there!

Get up, your head!

Now, wait.

Don't shoot us.

Don't shoot.

Where's Stappen?

Get out of this seat.

Only got one.

Get out, stranger.

Don't wait, hold on.

Hurry up.

Get out of that stage.

You've got driver passengers.

Three of your line-ups.

Hold on.

Now, let me speak.

You've got our orders.

Bad that we can't let the big boss get into a jam

but having survivors tell what we look like.

Hold on, your dog.

Don't you know who I am?

What's it matter?

Don't drill me.

I'm working for the big boss, too.

You.

You don't even know who he is.

Yes, I do.

I'm working for big Daniela TVA.

You touch me when you wish it didn't.

I'm in on things.

Hey, take care of the garden driver.

What are you doing on the stage

if you're working for Big Dan?

I got a pose as an easter to put through the deal.

I suppose you'd erect this stage

so the price will come down.

Put through what, dear.

Ask Dan.

You'll convince us that you're working for him.

I take heartily.

You know that deal.

He's going to bite a line.

He's got a shoulder bite.

And I'm riding the reins.

Feel the pose as the same.

Maybe you're the one that headed that last ride.

Yeah, I am.

I guess this fellow is to go back to town with us, isn't he?

You didn't handle it all along, did you?

Oh, sure not.

The rest of the boys are an amaranthy.

I can get them improved to you who I am.

You're going to be sure, you though.

What did you do with the stage the last time?

I burned it.

Took the cash from the mail.

Then burned the mail to the same as you do this time.

Is that enough?

That's enough for me.

Take off your mask, Jim.

You dirty, ordinary, murdering polka chats?

Jim.

Jim Mosley.

He had tall gone right, and here's my badge.

A sheriff.

That's all we need.

By Juniper at last, we've got the goods on Big Dan.

Let's get going.

All right, Big Dan.

We want you.

Here's your polka chats.

We took them from the stage.

Just to make sure, Dan.

Look at the letter you said you had for Mr. Topping.

Yeah, that is.

It is.

It is.

Let me see the postmark on the air.

Yeah, which would be explainable.

I'll never mind.

This explains everything.

His letter was made in a long time ago.

You just speak to letter from Topping and put it in this envelope from the east.

You never thought to check the date on the postmark.

Like his confessed, Dan.

And if it is, they're getting the rest of his gang over to Amoranty.

And I'm going to keep my stage.

And in Big Dan, you're going to pay for all damages before you go on trial for plan and murder.

Hey, that mask man's here.

Let's get him back.

I'm going to thank him.

And get him what's to thank him.

He's out there in the saddle.

Wait.

Wait, Mr.

Oh, dude.

Oh, boy.

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