01x36 - The Cassie Tanner Story

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I Lively little town here.

How's the. Book coming? Fine.
I'll finish that.

And I'm starting another Rex
Montana and a gaucho.

How does that sound?

Sounds like South America.

But how do we get there?

California. Around the horn.

California?

To get from here to California,

you have to go right through the pilot
country.

All the pilots who embody.

They don't know what happened
to their little Indian girl.

Keep her out of sight.

Find wagons garnished. Huh?

Well, Mr.

McCullough, finally, we see you after
we're inside of Salt Lake City. Yep.

Brigham Young blazed a trail major
over the Wasatch Range.

And right to this spot.

I read reads.

Terry looked down in that valley and said,
This is the place.

I don't blame again
about what's between here and California.

But I'll be on my way, Major.

So I got a lot to offer.

All restaurant cooking and a.

Few other things. For instance.

Oh, store shopping.

Am I by myself a new pair of boots?

Do you think you can find
your way down there without me?

Well, I doubt it,
but if you leave a few ticks

along the trail and maybe not
some of the trees, I might be able to.

All right, Major.

I'll do just that.

Let's see in such a hurry.

About. What do you think?

Boots.

Go on, Charlie.

He wrote,
and we're heading for some decent road.

Yeah, but I'm warning you, Major.

You're going run out of cookies.

You're going get yourself badly.

Poisoned meat after eating your cooking.

I'm immune.

I am machine walking jeep of the pilots.

And this is my daughter, Lolita.

Looks like a Cherokee to me.

It's a long way from home.

The girl looks like.

She's real pretty, too.

Welcome to the Great Salt Lake.

Why do you follow us?

Shout out to.

Them what they mean when I got hard.

Fancy for you, baby.

Come on.

Give us a little hint.

Mommy.

My books.

That's Rich Montana.

Relax, folks.

Don't worry about We're all friends.

Well,

I want to get it over with.

Oh. Oh.

It was just a stunt.

And I catch eye.

Hope we didn't scare anybody.

Well, you scared me. Mr.

One g*nsh*t around this country
usually leads to another.

There's enough trouble around here
these days, but I'm making it up.

Play. I can hear the wagon register. I am.

I write Montana.

I wrote a book about you, Rex.

Mr. Montana.

Thank you, son.

But, Axel, do.

We've got a big Wild West
show in great Salt Lake City.

Fun for everyone.

Couple of hours of relaxation, obviously.

All that and I

have had.

He sounds like my luck,
but you try to spell it.

Rex could have shot him
if I hadn't been removed.

From there to there
with that pretty girl in between.

Not like this any.
Oh, leave the kid alone.

You just believe it if you want a boy.

All right, folks, let's get back to wagons

and mill.

Hello, Major.

I don't know what's happened
to people these days.

We just seem to have lost their
go to California spirit.

You know that we've dropped ten payloads
since we hit here.

Not a single wagon signed on.

Hey, Major, how do you spell guarantee?

All right. Guarantee. I don't.

What do you want to know? For?

We guarantee nothing
is guaranteed to get married, that's all.

That's what I'm trying to jot down.

And remember, folks,
the excitement and glamor of the West

ranks give the folks
an example of what they'll see tonight.

All right.

All to please

haggle over.

I want to get.

What the.

Publisher can sh**t. Right. Name?

Barney Miller.

Yeah. Yeah,
that's my name. Well, I'm Clyde.

Clyde Winslow, Frank.

Well, I sure can sh**t.

I'm. Don't you remember me?

We're old friends.

Yeah,

I'd sure be obliged for a drink.

Well, not here.

You come with me.

One more.

I'd say

there's nothing Confederate about that
sh**ting, is there, Charlie?

I want a drink at some time.

I'll show you.

Hey, Buster,

try to get.

This.

All right.

I'll buy your new one. Buster,

I still don't believe he switched
watches on.

That's what he done. Ha!

He sure did.

Charlie,

I man robbing.

Hey, it is

nice of you know,

I like to take a little nap myself
once in a while.

It's really nice of you, mister.

I can't think of that name again.

It isn't Mister. It's Clyde.

And you've known me a long time.

It's real nice knowing you.

I shall be obliged.

Sure, honey.

Don't you remember Virginia City,

Beaver Head Valley.

That's Montana Country now.

Last Chance Gulch.

I had a little newspaper office there,

and he used to come in
and see me all the time.

Don't you remember?

I'm trying to think.

Here, have another drink.

Gold.

That's why your father brought
you two kids out to Montana.

You had a brother, Bill.

Bad tooth passed.

You were there, Rodney.

Don't you remember the m*ssacre?

A lot more people would have been k*lled
if it hadn't been for you.

I. I should be obliged to help yourself.

Well, I guess, Betty, you don't remember.

But if you.

Don't.

Do I know her too?

She was from the East, Mrs.

Montana for a while.

Rodney, come in.

You remember him?

Rex Hankins.

Now he is Rex Montana.

I gave him the name Montana.

He. He's a sh**ting.

Fighter. Bang, bang, bang.

I sure hope I can remember this bill.

Like to hear a bell. Your brother?

Yeah. Him and me is all that's left.

Where is he?

Oh. Bill,

I'm trying to think.

Here, have another drink.

It ain't fur. Is

building like me to drink.

Where do you live, huh?

Where do you live?

I got a pretty mare.

She sees me home.

I got white spots.

For the locked door.

Clyde. Well, you got it.

And you're going for some local f*cking.

You've been drinking again?

No class
and holed up with some tumbleweed.

All right, beat it. The party's over.

It. Hey,

is that shootin.

Fella. Way back.

With you? And we have a deal.

No, no, You go ahead.

It's on me right?

I saw him on the street,
and I thought I better bring him up here.

Oh, you were great on the street.

I hated to leave,
but I thought it was better.

What's he after? What you want?

You can speak up.

He wasn't understand?

You know, If he did,
he wouldn't remember for 2 minutes.

When he's sober.

He's the same.

I guess he's been the same since Bad Pass.

I get rid of him.

I should be obliged.

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

I got hot meal, soft bed.

That's what you need.

How you fix for pocket money, friend.

Oh, and not that much.

I he'd be a pest on the street.

I know. Drugs.

Yeah.

You have a little fun for yourself.
Got me right.

Hey, come along with me.

But way.

What was Rodney doing in our room?

Why did you bring him here?

I was afraid. You're afraid of what?

Afraid of what might happen.

I was afraid he might k*ll you.

And I couldn't let that happen.

Your fourth grade,
you talked me in to come and watch again.

Oh, did I know I was going to see Rodney?

Why did we come west?

So I could write a book.

You'd be dead
in the East if I didn't. Rex.

I'm warning you, Clyde.

Don't let anything happen to me.

Remember that.

I've thrown this thing away a dozen times.

Sorry.

I think you were stuck on it.

How many?

I had one with Rodney.

A fella doesn't like drinking alone.

Forgetting a thing is a lot better
than remembering and remembering it all.

You get out of a bottle.

That's for me.

I'm busy.

I don't want to see anyone.

Well, come in.

A friend of yours, Right.

Timmy and his mother, Mrs.

Clock. Wow.

Our lady from the wagon train.

I hope to see you at the show tonight.

Jimmy. Couldn't wait until tonight, Mr.

Montana. He has Mr.

Montana,
will you write your name on my book?

Sure, sir.
They're leaving. For California.

They want to see you
after the show tonight.

Oh, I'll. I'll get you some tickets.

Oh, your father, will you?

I don't have a father anymore.

Oh, write

to me.

Isn't it?

Here we are.

Yeah,

I was just going out.

Why don't you folks
join me and see the town together? Why?

Oh, I'm afraid
we have some other plans, Mr.

Montana. Mommy. What plans?

Well, Timmy, I just think that Glad Sun.

Show me.

Please, Mommy.

All right.

Good bye.

Oh, here's a copy of our latest.

Come on.

Why I always see the show tonight.

Miss Clark, There may.

Have cried.

For my direction.

I mean, mean.

Is there something you wanted with me,
Charlie?

Oh, no.

I think

that's my good Folks.

I've got to have you with us, sir.

Bill, this is Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

They're going to be with us.

You check their wagons in the side of my
place on the train with him on his way.

And you talk,
Rex, And we're going on to San Francisco.

I had nothing to do with it.

I imagine

Mr. and Mrs.

Cornwell here
they have something to say to you?

Well, of course they do.

Change your minds.

Well, California always was our real go,
Major Adams, but.

Well, I was afraid until now.

We'd heard so many grim stories about
the crossing from here to California.

But now, with Mr.

Montana along,
I won't be a bit scared anymore.

Please, Major,
can we get back with the train?

Can you make room for us.

Or do you just go on down
and find Bill Hawkes?

And then he'll assign your new Sparkman
tray?

Oh, thank you, Major
Adams. You're a kind man.

All right.

Hey, Worcester,

Don't you think that sign over there

ought to read the Rex Montana's
wagon train?

If I hear any more about Rex Montana,

somebody around here is going to.

With all these wagons, sign on.

Looks like that's the right thing to do.

You know, maybe you're right,

Char.

You seem to like to read.

Why don't you go buy a cookbook?

Cookbook?

What are your plans, Mr.

McCullough?

Well, the train's shaping up.

I guess I'd better be on my way.

I'll meet you at Pilot's Peak. Why?

What do you mean, why?

Well, uh, I don't think

we really have any need
for you on the train anymore.

After all, we've got Rex Montana,

the world's foremost expert on the west,
Western on Indians.

I don't know what we want you for,

but maybe you could come along and ride
in the wagon and read one of those books.

You might learn something.

All right, Major Adams, sir.

This time you win.

I see.

Have a nice trip,

ladies.

Pack a lot.

What do I.

Say wrong, Bill?

Where did you get it?

Rodney,

Get what?

Bill?

You mean Mr..

Hopeful? I can't. The.

The book.

Did you see it in a store? Did you?

You steal it or buy it?

Tell me.

Can you remember now?

I remember what Bill they had to pass.

You were the real hero there, Rodney.

Fighting to save Paul and me
and all the others.

That's how you got to be like this.

Rex Hagan's a hero.

Except for him and some Indian girl.

It wouldn't have been a m*ssacre.

And Clyde found out the truth.

I told him just how it was,
how you stood there alone against those.

Indians to give us a chance.

Why did he write something like this?

There's a sh**ting for

putting the.

You saw him.

You saw Rex.

He was in Salt Lake City.

Yeah.

There's plenty to eat here, Rodney.

You better stay a spell and take it easy.

You can do some plow if you like.

Just take care of yourself.

I'll be back as soon as possible.

I'd be obliged, Bill.

All right.

Got a right to it.

Now you go to sleep, Timmy.

You see about wagon?

I can see him.

Please,
Mommy, will you say goodnight to me?

Oh, Rex.

They've take me

over by the big tree.

I'll meet you.

When Timmy's asleep.

But is he still there?

Are you?

Go to sleep, Timmy, please. Mommy.

Be nice to him.

Goodnight.

Who do you

figure to use the night farm or anything?

That woman.

She's taking Rex from me.

I was afraid of that.

Now this is nothing.

It's just a caper.

You've seen it a dozen times before.

This is your fault.

The hotel.

I saw you take her to his room.

It was the kid in his books.
I'm on your side.

I think you know that.

Rex, come back.

He needs you.

Don't make a mess of that
pretty little face of yours

again.

You expecting someone?

Shan?

Shan, Rocky, You cut my name
in half like you cut my life.

No, no, not me.

I was the one that tried to chase you off
the show after you had talked into him.

You are right. It was not you.

But we follow the setting sun.

Mr. Winslow, you promised.

I gave you your word.

I hope to ride from the Great Salt Lake.

The sun in my face,
back to the land of my people.

I am Cherokee Indian,

but I am forced to speak false words.

I shall walk, Shan walk

father of Loyd to a quiet.

Well where we go?

What happens?

I have nothing to do with it.

You know that.

Hank and.

Ty? No,

no. Listen to me.

Loitering. That's our story.

And you've got to stick to it.

Now, you remember that? Yes.

Who fired that shot?

You right?

It's all right. No.

Try to forget to have.

What is this, another stunt

or why?

This is no stunt?

This man's dead.

He's not from our train.

Who is he?

Really? Please.

Yes, of course.

I can tell you

the type, not the name or anything.

I. It all happened so fast.

He grabbed me.

Good. sh**t. And Rex?

She told me about him before

Tom seemed tonight.

He tried to cozy up to her.

I heard a scream.

I guess all you folks tend to.

I guess you much trailed your wagon
Train manager

Adams to.

Yes, it was a warm night.

I came out here to be alone.

With.

All of now.

Somebody peculiar
way for a man to go courtin.

Yeah.

Get shot and take care of this body.

All right, darling, Come on.

I do.

I'd like to say the last words,
if permitted.

You knew this man?

No, but I'm good at words

here.

I know.

Did you come to Chapter eight yet?

Made your blood bath at Tucson?

Yes, I've already passed that bill.

You know something about Apaches,
don't you?

Sure do. Did you ever hear of an Apache?

They wouldn't scalp anything
living or dead.

No, I don't think I ever did.

Well, maybe Clyde did.

Brought up a point or two.

But that part about the Malaysian answer.

That's true.

No, just listen to this.

An ominous, solid wave of paint horses
and painted faces

and evil surf roaring toward the lone

man on the floor of the quiet valley.

Blood thirsty Indians gone, gone.

Yes. I think Mr.

Clyde Winslow did gloss up
quite a few things

with it.

Cheating. Sure it you.

Think.

You're taking him?

We're doing pretty good, Rex.

I don't want to break your game up.

I just want to talk to Clyde from that.

I Sure, sure.

Right.

Kind of magic.

You got any way
talking me into coming here?

I had nothing to do with it.

You were the one mentioned California.

How are you?

What are you trying to do to me?

First it was Rodney and Bill.

Now we got later to worry about it.

And don't worry about it.

I see. She's kept out of sight.

Listen, you lost me, Clyde.

It was not until you found me

a stumble week in a town.

You really lost me.

It's a matter, Major.

You got that feeling again?

Yeah, I got that feeling again.

All right.

Call me a superstitious old worry, Warren,
if you want to.

But I got that feeling again.

What's that wagon doing out of line
back there?

I don't know.

I'll go check

tonight.

Lois.

Well, this is your big chance.

Don't miss it.

Why do you want to pick petals off
daisies all your life?

He loves me. Loves me not.

And with him, there's always be a millie
or a mary or Becky

or Clara

with your own people.

Could be a fine, young, brave.

And you'll be every petal in his life.

You'll find the Paiute.

You'll find your father.

No, I will not do it.

Why not?

My father will gather the pilots
and they will ride here and k*ll Rex.

Okay.

Well, I was only thinking about you.

I will tell Rex what you asked me to do.

All right?

You battered my face before,
and he about a year again.

As long as you're with him.

I will not speak to Rex, Mr.

Clyde.

And if that is all I have to hope for,
as you say,

I will be every other petal in his life.

In this country look like.

Home. Cherokee country.

The land is much the same.

I was thinking the same thing.

Jan. Why do you call me that?

To see anger in my eyes.

Hear it in my voice.

I want you to feel it in here.

Think of Rex.

I think of the Wild West show.

One thing is a fact.

Cowboys fight Indians,
and it'll always be that way.

Indians on one side, cowboys on the other.

And he's a cowboy, a cruel rogue
that binds you and my faith into a carny

show.

You're an Indian Shun walking.

And whether you like it or not,
your brother, the Paiutes

think of a

way to think of her
really being your daughter.

Being another Indian
may show your daughter Shannon.

Marcie

and I would like to wear this
when I meet the pilot's

Good luck.

All right, folks, when we're all.

Let's get worried.

That's right.

That's what the major said. Get louder.

I like you with that.

Deep blue eyes and smile.

I know it will be hard to stand in a wagon
all day, but this is a pretty hot day

for me to going right
through the heart of Paiute Country.

And if I do.

After the wagon train, settle.

Down and I'll

take a walk.

Jan, can.

Can ride

or shall poor Jan

and this is my chessboard, Rex.

Yours and mine together, I should say.

And your whole life, Jan was my bishop.

I used him well.

I tried to capture your queen, but failed.

Rodney was a pawn,

Bill.

Bill was
a fine knight, but he was expendable.

Not that trying to talk. Clyde.
You're not right.

But you're wrong, Rex. I am.

What are you trying to say, Clyde?

Sean Walker.

He's gone to the Paiutes
to tell him that loiters is here.

And what happened to.

The I am.

Cheyenne walking a Cherokee.

I come to speak with the chief
of the Pirates. Big.

I am dead on.

I said, for the father of Louis that

he lives in the sky.

When you can no longer see Louis
who is lips refused food and water.

There is a man who has cut many lives

and had

my endure.

Adams. Why are you frightened?

I know this country better than you.

For any man alive.

I tell you
The best route is to the south. Now,

why do you insist on fighting me?

I don't want to fight you, Montana.

The Indians
or the mountains or anything else.

But we're going to fight them all
if we go south.

The old Spanish Trail.

The Santa Fe is the best
and fastest route to California.

You must know that.

I know that Montana,
if you're there on it.

But have you ever tried to travel
from right here to the Santa Fe Trail?

The Washoe Indians Major?

I'm not talking about the w*r shows here.

We've got nothing
but flat land ahead of us.

We have no mountains to cross.

And there's a treaty with a Paiute nation
that they'll keep a treaty

later.

That's right.

You cannot believe what my people say.

You know, you talk in Major.

Come on, let's get these wagons rolling.

Montana, this is my wagon train,
and I've got to scout out there

Who would let me know
if there was any trouble

you can take your outfit and go anywhere
you want to,

but this train is going to go
where I want it to go.

Major knows what he's doing, folks.

Sure does. Let's get that outfit moving.

Major Adams?

Yes. Tell me.

Has there ever been a book
written about you, Timmy?

I'm sorry, Major Adams,
but I'd like to do what Mr.

Montana suggests. I would, too.

So would I.

Let's vote on.

Oh, I've known Mr.

Montana for a long time,

and I'd like to do anything
Major Adams said.

Well, Mr.

Montana,

let's just get our horses
and ride out and see which is the best way

to go.

Across the major Bell Road on a wasteland.

I don't know what's up,
but you'd better one. The people.

The pilot party headed this way.

The wagons are quiet here.

All right, let's get going.

Montana,

I know where wagons will go.

That's not why I came out here.

I came out here
because I want to find out something.

What's eating you?

Why do you want to try to turn me south?

Let's not waste time,

Montana.

Answer my questions.

What do you

stop bothering me?

Why don't you go ask your people
which way they want to go?

I know you.

You're their storybook hero,

but you're just meat
and potatoes in my book.

Mister, What do you got in me for, Major?

You've seen me sh**t?

Yeah, I've seen you sh**t plates
and a ten cent watch.

But how good are you against a g*n

with a man's eyes on you?

You saw the man I shot in camp

and the hammer on his r*fle was c*ck.

You know that because I saw you looking.

But were his eyes on you?

Was he looking down that g*n barrel at you
when you k*lled him?

Stop beating me, Major.

I knew a gunslinger once.

I knew him a long time,
but I never saw him draw his g*n.

He had a reputation just like you.

Everybody was afraid to do anything
but pat him on the back.

I'm warning you. Stop beating me.

It isn't quite the same as
a ten cent watch, is it, Mr..

Gone back and

tell those people
that you've changed your mind.

Oh, here comes your evil sheriff Montana,

with their paid horses
and their painted faces

led by your own Indian boy, Jan.

Jan Lucky

I was looking for you all day.

Chad.

How well did they come?

Jan? Jan Walking.

John Short, walking.

The piety which have given their word.

Mr. Winslow There will be no deaths.

Give us loiter.

That is.

We ask. Right here.

Loiter, loiter,

Wake up.

Well, wait, that

our friend shown He.

Speaks of much suffering.

It will soon be forgotten The.

Way to him. In

now you'll

start getting the folks
back to the wagons.

Well, I made Major.

You had better words for that stranger
that we buried just the other day.

Mr. Winslow was a better man.

I kind
of figured at the time that you knew him.

He was a great man.

Really great.

He spent his whole life
taking care of the real hero

about to pass

Major you, Adams.

I'd feel clean.

Almost clean,
if you'd let me tell you the truth.

I'd like to tell you the real story
about Rex Montana.

Why did it have to happen?

Mommy?

Why did it have to be Rex Montana?

I don't know, Timmy.

What the truth.

Be respectful at this time, Mr. Winslow.

Respect for him.

I created Rex Montana, Major.

He was a figment of my imagination.

I was a newspaper man.

I didn't care about goal. Just writing.

One day this kid wrote in Rex Hankins.

I never saw a kid so scared in my life.

He told me about the m*ssacre
and how he tried to stop it.

And then he rode on out of town.

I wrote a fine story, and Carl,
the hero of it, Rex

Montana, sounded better than Hankins.

Later on, I learned the real
truth about Bad Tooth past.

Then I got an offer to write a book,

got on the trail of this Rex,
and I found him.

He could smile and he could sh**t.

And that was it.

Well,
we tied in together, and I kept on writing

books about Rex Montana.

Now, do you see why
I want to tell the truth?

What about Chad Locket
being an Indian girl?

That was my fault, too.

Oh, I don't mean the miserable lives
to find.

People have lived.

Anyway, Rex and I were roaming
about the Paiute Country

looking for facts for the books.

Rex saw
and said she'd be great for the show.

Actually, it was a kidnaping.

At first

she fell in love.

But then when I turn on the charm.

Now I'm beginning to see.

I created this hero, major.

I gave him the glamor and the power

that he used to destroy.

Now, can you see why
I've got to tell the truth?

No, Mr. Winslow, I don't.

You can't do it.

No. Why not?

I'll tell you why not.

Because there's a lot of little fellers
in the world just like Tammy Clay,

But me too. Hero.

You need somebody to look up
to the pattern that lives after.

And a lot of grown ups need heroes, too.

There's been enough destroyed in the West,
k*lling Indians,

Buffalo rivers
being dammed up, chances built.

Now, Mr. Winslow,

you just go on, write your books.

The rest can use some fancy words
written about it.

A little glory, too.

There's 100
wonderful stories you get right.

No, Major,

I'm turning back

shallow. Got to find Rodney.

That real hero I was telling him about.

He needs someone to take care of him.

You're going to let the ghost of Rex
Montana

destroy you?

Where? Mr.

McCullough,
do you think you can get us to California?

Well, I'll tell you, Major.

I'll try real hard.

Go on.

Come on, Come on.

Well, Mr.

Winslow changed your mind.

About turning back and finding Rodney.

No, I'm still going back, Major,

but I haven't thinking
I'm going to take you advice.

I know that heroes sell books,
and I also know

that there are two kinds of heroes.

The ones I'm going to write about
are going to be the real ones,

the ones that I've met. And I know,

like you say, imagine

there's
a hundred wonderful stories to write.

It may not make money, but maybe,
just maybe, they may come in

handy 50 years from now.

For the people that are interested
in the men that are really

making this country.

Well,
that's the way I like to hear you talk.

I'm glad I met you. Made it.

And I'm glad I met you.

I'll be looking
for those books of yours So

long.

Hello, Mr.

Winslow.
He's here to correct a debt heart.

Yeah.

Charlie,

you sure did.

Come on, let's roll.

Yes. Oh, hi.

Good.