01x16 - Johnny Hands Up
Posted: 03/09/24 21:10
♪ Champion, the wonder horse ♪
♪ Champion, the wonder horse ♪
[Champion neighs]
♪ Like a streak of lightning
flashing cross the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion the wonder horse ♪
[sweeping orchestral music]
[soft music]
- All right, boy.
Take me back to the ranch,
and you can join your herd.
[Champion neighs]
[mountain lion growls]
[suspenseful music]
[g*nsh*t booming]
[mountain lion screeches]
Holy cow!
- [Johnny] You all right, son?
- Yes, but I wouldn't be
if you weren't such a swell shot, mister.
- Just lucky I saw that
mountain lion in time.
- Oh, I bet I know who you are.
You're the new assistant marshal.
- That's right, son.
- Gee, Marshal Brady
will be glad to see you.
All he talks about nowadays
is how he can retire
when the new marshal takes over.
- Sounds like you know him pretty well.
- Well, he's one of our best friends,
me and my uncle Sandy North.
I'm Ricky.
- I'm Johnny Gray.
Well, I better get into town and report.
Nice to know you, Rick.
- So long, marshal.
Thanks again.
- Marshal Will Brady to retire.
Well, I guess that makes it official.
- A man has to step down sometime, Sandy.
I'm lucky I lasted this long.
- Oh, you'll be around
a long time yet, Will.
We'll miss you though.
- Oh, I'll still be around,
moving a mite slower, spending
a lot of time fishing,
but still around.
- Well, you can go back now, Champ.
We were both pretty lucky.
Go on.
Uncle Sandy!
Marshal Brady, I'm glad you're here.
I just met your new assistant.
He saved my life.
- How come?
- Well, there was some
kind of wild animal,
and he was just about
to jump on me and Champ
when the new marshal saw it and got it
with one shot.
- If he's that handy with a g*n,
I guess I made a good
pick for my replacement,
and you won't miss me too much.
- Well, he'll be in town by now.
- By George, I shoulda
been there to meet him.
Wanna come along, Sandy?
- You bet I do.
I wanna thank him for keeping
Ricky from being bait.
We'll be there just as we do a few chores
and saddle up.
- See ya then.
[soft music]
- Nice g*ns, ain't they?
- Yeah, yeah they sure are.
- The whole town chipped in
and bought 'em for Will as a present
time he busted up the Willoughby g*ng.
- I know about that.
A lot of other things
Marshal Brady has done.
- Yes sir.
Will is one of the greatest
lawmen the West ever saw.
It's going to be mighty tough
for anybody to fill his
boots, mighty tough.
- Hold it, Fred.
Howdy.
- I'm Johnny Gray, marshal.
- You don't have to tell me, son.
This here is Fred Carter.
- Glad to know you, sir.
- How are you?
- You'll be seeing a lot of him.
He takes a big interest in
what's going on around town.
- Yes sir, I sure do.
I'll see you again, Gray.
- Goodbye sir.
- Fred means well, but he's liable
to stick his nose in
where it ain't wanted.
You got your papers, Johnny?
- They're in the saddlebag, sir.
There you are, sir.
- It says here you're
a pretty good marksman
but nothing about wild animals.
- Boy told you about that, eh?
Oh, I was just lucky.
- Must have been if you used a 38.
- A 38's a good g*n, marshal.
- Sure, but you're gonna need
larger caliber around here.
Say, wait a minute.
Buckle this 44 on, son.
It's a special pet of mine.
- You're the boss, sir.
- Oh, not much longer.
You live up to what I've heard about you,
and you'll be in charge
before you know it.
You see, I'm getting a bit lazy.
Got my mind set on going fishing.
- Well, I'll do my best.
- Know you will.
Say, why don't you go out
and look the town over?
- And let the town look me over too, huh?
- That's the general idea.
[Johnny laughs]
- Hello, marshal.
- That's him, eh Fred?
- Yeah, let's hope he's
half as good a man as Will.
[intense music]
- WindFire?
Bayless.
- Get those hands up, Johnny.
I said get 'em up.
- What in tarnation?
[g*nsh*t booming]
Bayless g*ng holding up the bank.
[g*nsh*t booming]
[g*nsh*t booming]
[g*nshots booming]
- Take this to the bank.
Is it bad?
- I don't know, but what I do know
is we can't use a marshal around here
who's scared to draw his g*n.
- Look.
Help me get him into the office.
Somebody bring a doctor.
- You missed it, Sandy.
That new marshal ape was a lick.
- And there he stood
reaching for a piece of sky.
- He's not like that.
There must be some mistake.
- Only mistake was thinking
Johnny Gray's a marshal.
Johnny Gray, Johnny Hands
Up, that's what he is.
- Come on Ricky.
Let's go inside and see Will.
- Ain't the first time I stopped a b*llet.
From what the doctor says,
I'll be up around too soon.
Sure, staying in bed is like a vacation,
getting rested up before going fishing.
What are you doing in there Johnny?
- Be right with you, marshal.
- Get those posters for me.
Will you, Ricky?
- Are you sure it was Bayless, Will?
- Sure, seen him too often to be wrong.
I've got his picture right here.
There.
- Recognize this hombre, Johnny?
- Yeah, too well.
He's the one who had the drop on me.
That was the first time
I'd ever seen Bayless
except on one of these.
Heard plenty about him though.
- Gosh Johnny.
From the way you got that
wild animal so quick,
something must have gone wrong.
- Well Ricky, maybe the
reason I was so slow
was because I didn't expect
trouble to drop out so quick.
- Well, a thing like that could
happen to anybody, Johnny.
- Sure, many is the time
I've been caught flat-footed.
- But it won't happen
to me again, marshal.
I can promise you that,
if I get another chance.
- You're pretty near bound to.
When that Bayless picks
himself a territory,
he don't leave until he's good and ready.
- [Fred] Can I talk to you, Will?
- I'm feeling a bit peaky, Fred.
Better talk to Marshal Gray.
- I'll see you later, Will.
- You may as well know it, Gray.
We're getting up this
petition to have you removed.
- Well, I can't stop you.
- Aren't you flying off
the handle too fast, Fred?
- You mean you want this
Johnny Hands Up for marshal?
- I want him to have a fair chance.
- Men don't need more than one chance
to prove if he's yellow or not.
- Easy Johnny.
- We want your signature
on this petition, Sandy.
- Not me, Fred.
- [Fred] With Will laid up,
we've got as good as no law in this town.
- Now that's not so.
Now, I'd say we all
better get out of here.
Will needs rest and quiet.
Go on Fred and the rest of you boys.
- Come on Ricky.
So long, Will.
- We never get anywhere.
- I'll be seeing you, Johnny.
- With his hands up if you're lucky.
- Johnny!
Don't let all that fret you too much, son.
- Oh well, a man can't help feeling bad
when he's been made to look bad.
I guess I should make it easier on you
and everybody else in
town and offer to quit,
but I'm not going to.
- That's the stuff.
I see you switched to the other g*n
instead of the one I gave you.
- Oh, well marshal, you know,
you know how some g*ns
feel easier in your hand?
- Sure.
- Look, I better study these posters,
so I'll be able to spot the
outlaws before they spot me.
- Good boy.
[eerie music]
[footsteps clopping]
- Johnny, meet me alone in
Boulder Canyon tomorrow morning.
Important.
An old friend of your father's
and I guess you know who.
- Over here, Johnny.
Surprised, kid?
- Some.
What do you want, Bayless?
- Nothing much.
You know your pa was one of my best g*ns.
So I thought it only right
that I look up his kin.
- Well, I've got a surprise for you too.
- What's that Johnny?
- I'm taking you in.
- I don't think so, Johnny.
Number one, you don't
draw a g*n fast enough,
and number two, my boys have got you
dead center right this minute.
- Morning, marshal.
- You're sure not like your pa.
He didn't make no mistakes.
- He made one.
That was joining up with your g*ng.
He paid for that mistake with his life.
- Is that the reason you
pinned on the tin star?
- Maybe.
- Then I reckon I made a bad investment.
- What do you mean by that?
- Who do you think's been keeping you
since your pa was k*lled?
I've been sending you money every month
till you finished your schooling.
- Well you're lying.
That money was sent to me
by my uncle in Dodge City.
- Sure, Uncle Jay Bayless.
I promised your pa I'd
see to your bringing up.
And I always take care of my boys.
- If I had known that
I wouldn't have accepted a penny of it.
- Johnny.
- Take it any way you like, Bayless,
but if you don't get
out of this territory,
I'll get you.
[Bayless laughs]
- You have a loud bark, Johnny,
but I ain't noticed no bite.
You know, I bet if I waved
that g*n under your nose
your hands would sh**t
straight up in the air,
just like they did in town.
- There was a reason for that.
- There sure was.
You haven't got any nerve.
You're sure not like your pa.
He'd a started sh**ting proper.
- I guarantee you the next time we meet
I'll be just like my pa.
- That might be real disconcerting.
All right, boys.
Come on down.
Get him tied up.
- Uncle Sandy!
I saw Johnny with Jay Bayless.
- What?
- Up in Boulder Canyon.
- Are you certain?
- Sure I am.
I recognized Bayless from that poster.
- Well, it looks like
I've been wrong, Ricky.
I guess I shoulda signed
that petition after all.
- Gosh, it's sure hard to believe
that Johnny would throw in with outlaws.
What do you suppose he's up to?
- I don't know, Ricky,
but there's one way I can find out.
- How's that?
- Ask Johnny.
[g*nsh*t booming]
- [Man] Ho.
- Whoa.
- Throw down the box.
[g*nsh*t booming]
- [Man] Heel.
- What now?
- Well first we turn the marshal loose.
You know, I'd like to be in town
when he tries to explain
how this happened.
- So would I.
- After that, fresh horses.
Then we leave this
territory far behind us.
Let's go.
- Yes sir.
He wasn't even around
to throw up his hands
when the stage got held up.
- Might as well have no law at all,
what with Will laid up
and Johnny Hands Up here in town.
- We've got almost enough
signatures on this petition.
He won't be around much longer.
- Good.
- And that's it, Sandy.
The whole truth.
I didn't know until
today that it was Bayless
who'd been sending money all these years.
- And that's not the
reason you didn't draw
on him in town?
- I've already told you about that.
I was caught off guard.
- I believe you, Johnny.
But it's gonna be tough to explain
to all those people outside.
- Well, even if I could explain,
talk wouldn't quiet them.
- Well, what are you gonna do, Johnny?
- You both know the answer to that.
- You know what?
I've got a feeling those people out there
are gonna do a lot of
apologizing pretty soon.
- Yeah, but there's still something
kinda bothering me, Sandy.
- What do you mean?
- Well, nothing I can put my finger on.
I just got a feeling Johnny's
choking something back.
- And he's riding after three men.
I think I'll go along and help him.
- You leaving us, marshal?
- He's probably afraid
Bayless will come back
for a showdown.
- You ain't even given us a chance
to get out our petition, Johnny Hands Up.
- Be careful of the prairie dogs, Johnny.
They're mighty tricky at
sneaking up behind you.
[men laugh]
- I'm worried about Uncle Sandy
being gone so long, Rebel.
And I'm not waiting any longer
to find out what happened.
Champ.
[Champion neighs]
I thought I told you to
go on back to the herd.
[Champion neighs]
Oh, all right.
If you're gonna act that way,
you can come with me to find Uncle Sandy.
[eerie music]
[Rebel barks]
Hey, it's Johnny.
Wonder where in the world he's going.
We better find out, Champ.
- What's the idea, Sandy?
- Well, it gets kinda lonely, Johnny.
- I don't usually travel with a nursemaid.
- You know better than that.
You're tackling a pretty
big job for one man.
An extra g*n might come in handy.
- Particularly since mine
doesn't get much action.
Is that it?
- I didn't sign that petition, Johnny.
Remember?
- Yeah, I'm sorry, Sandy.
- Only one thing puzzles me.
- And what's that?
- Well I know who you're going after,
but where are you gonna find him?
- Well Sandy, I'm playing a hunch.
I hope it works out.
- So do I, Johnny.
I'm gonna be with you if it does.
- They're riding out together.
Uncle Sandy didn't say I had to stay home.
- Still keeping it a secret, Johnny?
Why Ridgeville?
- Well, when pa was in the Bayless g*ng,
they used it as a contact spot.
They had friends here.
- Do you know any of these people?
- No, so that's why
we'll have to split up.
We'll each cover a section of the town.
I don't think Bayless
will be looking for us
to be on his trail.
Well Sandy, there's one thing I'm sure of.
- Yeah.
- If he's here, we'll find him.
- I don't see any sign
of Johnny or Uncle Sandy.
I'm sure they rode in here.
[tongue clicks]
- What'd you find out?
- I made a deal for some fresh horses.
We'll be leaving tonight.
[Rebel barks]
- Looks like we've got a visitor.
- Let me go!
Help!
[Rebel barks]
No, down Rebel, down!
- What are you snooping around here for?
- I wasn't.
I was looking for somebody.
I guess he's not here.
[Champion neighs]
- That must be the kid's horse.
- What's this all about?
- Nothing, honest.
Let me go, please.
- [Bayless] You're gonna stay here
until you tell me what's going on.
[Champion neighs]
[Champion neighs]
- Hey, that's Champ.
[Champion neighs]
Ricky must be in there.
- Yeah, maybe Champ will
distract them long enough
for me to get inside.
Can you help with the barn door?
[Champion neighs]
- Come on, let's get out of here.
That mustang will bring
the whole town on us.
[Champion neighs]
- [Sandy] Hold it.
[g*nsh*t booms]
- Get him, Johnny!
Gee, Johnny.
You were great.
- Well maybe this will teach some
of those mule heads in town.
- I couldn't have done it alone.
- You did plenty alone.
I saw it all.
- Say and as for you, young fellow,
when we get back into town,
I'm gonna have the marshal
put you on the hooskal
for sticking your nose into trouble.
- Well I didn't.
I was only looking for you.
- Oh, well in that case,
I guess it'll have to be all right.
[Ricky laughs]
[suspenseful music]
- Davis, you got him, Johnny Hands?
- Stop right where you are.
I don't wanna hear any more
of this Hands Up business.
It was my fault.
- It's all right now, marshal.
- Not yet, son.
- I loaded this g*n belt
and the g*n Johnny was wearing
when these jaspers here held up the bank.
He's been swallowing that
Johnny Hands Up handle
trying to cover my mistake.
I told you it was time for me to retire.
What I did was load a centerfire g*n
with rimfire cartridges.
Do you I have to tell you
there's no use drawing a g*n
that won't fire?
- I'm plumb sorry, marshal.
- So am I.
[upbeat music]
♪ Champion the wonder horse ♪
♪ Champion the wonder horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightning
flashing cross the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
Whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ the name of Champion the wonder horse ♪
♪ Champion, the wonder horse ♪
[Champion neighs]
♪ Like a streak of lightning
flashing cross the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion the wonder horse ♪
[sweeping orchestral music]
[soft music]
- All right, boy.
Take me back to the ranch,
and you can join your herd.
[Champion neighs]
[mountain lion growls]
[suspenseful music]
[g*nsh*t booming]
[mountain lion screeches]
Holy cow!
- [Johnny] You all right, son?
- Yes, but I wouldn't be
if you weren't such a swell shot, mister.
- Just lucky I saw that
mountain lion in time.
- Oh, I bet I know who you are.
You're the new assistant marshal.
- That's right, son.
- Gee, Marshal Brady
will be glad to see you.
All he talks about nowadays
is how he can retire
when the new marshal takes over.
- Sounds like you know him pretty well.
- Well, he's one of our best friends,
me and my uncle Sandy North.
I'm Ricky.
- I'm Johnny Gray.
Well, I better get into town and report.
Nice to know you, Rick.
- So long, marshal.
Thanks again.
- Marshal Will Brady to retire.
Well, I guess that makes it official.
- A man has to step down sometime, Sandy.
I'm lucky I lasted this long.
- Oh, you'll be around
a long time yet, Will.
We'll miss you though.
- Oh, I'll still be around,
moving a mite slower, spending
a lot of time fishing,
but still around.
- Well, you can go back now, Champ.
We were both pretty lucky.
Go on.
Uncle Sandy!
Marshal Brady, I'm glad you're here.
I just met your new assistant.
He saved my life.
- How come?
- Well, there was some
kind of wild animal,
and he was just about
to jump on me and Champ
when the new marshal saw it and got it
with one shot.
- If he's that handy with a g*n,
I guess I made a good
pick for my replacement,
and you won't miss me too much.
- Well, he'll be in town by now.
- By George, I shoulda
been there to meet him.
Wanna come along, Sandy?
- You bet I do.
I wanna thank him for keeping
Ricky from being bait.
We'll be there just as we do a few chores
and saddle up.
- See ya then.
[soft music]
- Nice g*ns, ain't they?
- Yeah, yeah they sure are.
- The whole town chipped in
and bought 'em for Will as a present
time he busted up the Willoughby g*ng.
- I know about that.
A lot of other things
Marshal Brady has done.
- Yes sir.
Will is one of the greatest
lawmen the West ever saw.
It's going to be mighty tough
for anybody to fill his
boots, mighty tough.
- Hold it, Fred.
Howdy.
- I'm Johnny Gray, marshal.
- You don't have to tell me, son.
This here is Fred Carter.
- Glad to know you, sir.
- How are you?
- You'll be seeing a lot of him.
He takes a big interest in
what's going on around town.
- Yes sir, I sure do.
I'll see you again, Gray.
- Goodbye sir.
- Fred means well, but he's liable
to stick his nose in
where it ain't wanted.
You got your papers, Johnny?
- They're in the saddlebag, sir.
There you are, sir.
- It says here you're
a pretty good marksman
but nothing about wild animals.
- Boy told you about that, eh?
Oh, I was just lucky.
- Must have been if you used a 38.
- A 38's a good g*n, marshal.
- Sure, but you're gonna need
larger caliber around here.
Say, wait a minute.
Buckle this 44 on, son.
It's a special pet of mine.
- You're the boss, sir.
- Oh, not much longer.
You live up to what I've heard about you,
and you'll be in charge
before you know it.
You see, I'm getting a bit lazy.
Got my mind set on going fishing.
- Well, I'll do my best.
- Know you will.
Say, why don't you go out
and look the town over?
- And let the town look me over too, huh?
- That's the general idea.
[Johnny laughs]
- Hello, marshal.
- That's him, eh Fred?
- Yeah, let's hope he's
half as good a man as Will.
[intense music]
- WindFire?
Bayless.
- Get those hands up, Johnny.
I said get 'em up.
- What in tarnation?
[g*nsh*t booming]
Bayless g*ng holding up the bank.
[g*nsh*t booming]
[g*nsh*t booming]
[g*nshots booming]
- Take this to the bank.
Is it bad?
- I don't know, but what I do know
is we can't use a marshal around here
who's scared to draw his g*n.
- Look.
Help me get him into the office.
Somebody bring a doctor.
- You missed it, Sandy.
That new marshal ape was a lick.
- And there he stood
reaching for a piece of sky.
- He's not like that.
There must be some mistake.
- Only mistake was thinking
Johnny Gray's a marshal.
Johnny Gray, Johnny Hands
Up, that's what he is.
- Come on Ricky.
Let's go inside and see Will.
- Ain't the first time I stopped a b*llet.
From what the doctor says,
I'll be up around too soon.
Sure, staying in bed is like a vacation,
getting rested up before going fishing.
What are you doing in there Johnny?
- Be right with you, marshal.
- Get those posters for me.
Will you, Ricky?
- Are you sure it was Bayless, Will?
- Sure, seen him too often to be wrong.
I've got his picture right here.
There.
- Recognize this hombre, Johnny?
- Yeah, too well.
He's the one who had the drop on me.
That was the first time
I'd ever seen Bayless
except on one of these.
Heard plenty about him though.
- Gosh Johnny.
From the way you got that
wild animal so quick,
something must have gone wrong.
- Well Ricky, maybe the
reason I was so slow
was because I didn't expect
trouble to drop out so quick.
- Well, a thing like that could
happen to anybody, Johnny.
- Sure, many is the time
I've been caught flat-footed.
- But it won't happen
to me again, marshal.
I can promise you that,
if I get another chance.
- You're pretty near bound to.
When that Bayless picks
himself a territory,
he don't leave until he's good and ready.
- [Fred] Can I talk to you, Will?
- I'm feeling a bit peaky, Fred.
Better talk to Marshal Gray.
- I'll see you later, Will.
- You may as well know it, Gray.
We're getting up this
petition to have you removed.
- Well, I can't stop you.
- Aren't you flying off
the handle too fast, Fred?
- You mean you want this
Johnny Hands Up for marshal?
- I want him to have a fair chance.
- Men don't need more than one chance
to prove if he's yellow or not.
- Easy Johnny.
- We want your signature
on this petition, Sandy.
- Not me, Fred.
- [Fred] With Will laid up,
we've got as good as no law in this town.
- Now that's not so.
Now, I'd say we all
better get out of here.
Will needs rest and quiet.
Go on Fred and the rest of you boys.
- Come on Ricky.
So long, Will.
- We never get anywhere.
- I'll be seeing you, Johnny.
- With his hands up if you're lucky.
- Johnny!
Don't let all that fret you too much, son.
- Oh well, a man can't help feeling bad
when he's been made to look bad.
I guess I should make it easier on you
and everybody else in
town and offer to quit,
but I'm not going to.
- That's the stuff.
I see you switched to the other g*n
instead of the one I gave you.
- Oh, well marshal, you know,
you know how some g*ns
feel easier in your hand?
- Sure.
- Look, I better study these posters,
so I'll be able to spot the
outlaws before they spot me.
- Good boy.
[eerie music]
[footsteps clopping]
- Johnny, meet me alone in
Boulder Canyon tomorrow morning.
Important.
An old friend of your father's
and I guess you know who.
- Over here, Johnny.
Surprised, kid?
- Some.
What do you want, Bayless?
- Nothing much.
You know your pa was one of my best g*ns.
So I thought it only right
that I look up his kin.
- Well, I've got a surprise for you too.
- What's that Johnny?
- I'm taking you in.
- I don't think so, Johnny.
Number one, you don't
draw a g*n fast enough,
and number two, my boys have got you
dead center right this minute.
- Morning, marshal.
- You're sure not like your pa.
He didn't make no mistakes.
- He made one.
That was joining up with your g*ng.
He paid for that mistake with his life.
- Is that the reason you
pinned on the tin star?
- Maybe.
- Then I reckon I made a bad investment.
- What do you mean by that?
- Who do you think's been keeping you
since your pa was k*lled?
I've been sending you money every month
till you finished your schooling.
- Well you're lying.
That money was sent to me
by my uncle in Dodge City.
- Sure, Uncle Jay Bayless.
I promised your pa I'd
see to your bringing up.
And I always take care of my boys.
- If I had known that
I wouldn't have accepted a penny of it.
- Johnny.
- Take it any way you like, Bayless,
but if you don't get
out of this territory,
I'll get you.
[Bayless laughs]
- You have a loud bark, Johnny,
but I ain't noticed no bite.
You know, I bet if I waved
that g*n under your nose
your hands would sh**t
straight up in the air,
just like they did in town.
- There was a reason for that.
- There sure was.
You haven't got any nerve.
You're sure not like your pa.
He'd a started sh**ting proper.
- I guarantee you the next time we meet
I'll be just like my pa.
- That might be real disconcerting.
All right, boys.
Come on down.
Get him tied up.
- Uncle Sandy!
I saw Johnny with Jay Bayless.
- What?
- Up in Boulder Canyon.
- Are you certain?
- Sure I am.
I recognized Bayless from that poster.
- Well, it looks like
I've been wrong, Ricky.
I guess I shoulda signed
that petition after all.
- Gosh, it's sure hard to believe
that Johnny would throw in with outlaws.
What do you suppose he's up to?
- I don't know, Ricky,
but there's one way I can find out.
- How's that?
- Ask Johnny.
[g*nsh*t booming]
- [Man] Ho.
- Whoa.
- Throw down the box.
[g*nsh*t booming]
- [Man] Heel.
- What now?
- Well first we turn the marshal loose.
You know, I'd like to be in town
when he tries to explain
how this happened.
- So would I.
- After that, fresh horses.
Then we leave this
territory far behind us.
Let's go.
- Yes sir.
He wasn't even around
to throw up his hands
when the stage got held up.
- Might as well have no law at all,
what with Will laid up
and Johnny Hands Up here in town.
- We've got almost enough
signatures on this petition.
He won't be around much longer.
- Good.
- And that's it, Sandy.
The whole truth.
I didn't know until
today that it was Bayless
who'd been sending money all these years.
- And that's not the
reason you didn't draw
on him in town?
- I've already told you about that.
I was caught off guard.
- I believe you, Johnny.
But it's gonna be tough to explain
to all those people outside.
- Well, even if I could explain,
talk wouldn't quiet them.
- Well, what are you gonna do, Johnny?
- You both know the answer to that.
- You know what?
I've got a feeling those people out there
are gonna do a lot of
apologizing pretty soon.
- Yeah, but there's still something
kinda bothering me, Sandy.
- What do you mean?
- Well, nothing I can put my finger on.
I just got a feeling Johnny's
choking something back.
- And he's riding after three men.
I think I'll go along and help him.
- You leaving us, marshal?
- He's probably afraid
Bayless will come back
for a showdown.
- You ain't even given us a chance
to get out our petition, Johnny Hands Up.
- Be careful of the prairie dogs, Johnny.
They're mighty tricky at
sneaking up behind you.
[men laugh]
- I'm worried about Uncle Sandy
being gone so long, Rebel.
And I'm not waiting any longer
to find out what happened.
Champ.
[Champion neighs]
I thought I told you to
go on back to the herd.
[Champion neighs]
Oh, all right.
If you're gonna act that way,
you can come with me to find Uncle Sandy.
[eerie music]
[Rebel barks]
Hey, it's Johnny.
Wonder where in the world he's going.
We better find out, Champ.
- What's the idea, Sandy?
- Well, it gets kinda lonely, Johnny.
- I don't usually travel with a nursemaid.
- You know better than that.
You're tackling a pretty
big job for one man.
An extra g*n might come in handy.
- Particularly since mine
doesn't get much action.
Is that it?
- I didn't sign that petition, Johnny.
Remember?
- Yeah, I'm sorry, Sandy.
- Only one thing puzzles me.
- And what's that?
- Well I know who you're going after,
but where are you gonna find him?
- Well Sandy, I'm playing a hunch.
I hope it works out.
- So do I, Johnny.
I'm gonna be with you if it does.
- They're riding out together.
Uncle Sandy didn't say I had to stay home.
- Still keeping it a secret, Johnny?
Why Ridgeville?
- Well, when pa was in the Bayless g*ng,
they used it as a contact spot.
They had friends here.
- Do you know any of these people?
- No, so that's why
we'll have to split up.
We'll each cover a section of the town.
I don't think Bayless
will be looking for us
to be on his trail.
Well Sandy, there's one thing I'm sure of.
- Yeah.
- If he's here, we'll find him.
- I don't see any sign
of Johnny or Uncle Sandy.
I'm sure they rode in here.
[tongue clicks]
- What'd you find out?
- I made a deal for some fresh horses.
We'll be leaving tonight.
[Rebel barks]
- Looks like we've got a visitor.
- Let me go!
Help!
[Rebel barks]
No, down Rebel, down!
- What are you snooping around here for?
- I wasn't.
I was looking for somebody.
I guess he's not here.
[Champion neighs]
- That must be the kid's horse.
- What's this all about?
- Nothing, honest.
Let me go, please.
- [Bayless] You're gonna stay here
until you tell me what's going on.
[Champion neighs]
[Champion neighs]
- Hey, that's Champ.
[Champion neighs]
Ricky must be in there.
- Yeah, maybe Champ will
distract them long enough
for me to get inside.
Can you help with the barn door?
[Champion neighs]
- Come on, let's get out of here.
That mustang will bring
the whole town on us.
[Champion neighs]
- [Sandy] Hold it.
[g*nsh*t booms]
- Get him, Johnny!
Gee, Johnny.
You were great.
- Well maybe this will teach some
of those mule heads in town.
- I couldn't have done it alone.
- You did plenty alone.
I saw it all.
- Say and as for you, young fellow,
when we get back into town,
I'm gonna have the marshal
put you on the hooskal
for sticking your nose into trouble.
- Well I didn't.
I was only looking for you.
- Oh, well in that case,
I guess it'll have to be all right.
[Ricky laughs]
[suspenseful music]
- Davis, you got him, Johnny Hands?
- Stop right where you are.
I don't wanna hear any more
of this Hands Up business.
It was my fault.
- It's all right now, marshal.
- Not yet, son.
- I loaded this g*n belt
and the g*n Johnny was wearing
when these jaspers here held up the bank.
He's been swallowing that
Johnny Hands Up handle
trying to cover my mistake.
I told you it was time for me to retire.
What I did was load a centerfire g*n
with rimfire cartridges.
Do you I have to tell you
there's no use drawing a g*n
that won't fire?
- I'm plumb sorry, marshal.
- So am I.
[upbeat music]
♪ Champion the wonder horse ♪
♪ Champion the wonder horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightning
flashing cross the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
Whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ the name of Champion the wonder horse ♪