(gentle music) (grand orchestral music) (bell tolling) ♪ The bells of San Angelo fill the air ♪ ♪ With golden melody ♪ ♪ From valley to valley ♪ ♪ From everywhere ♪ ♪ That song rings out to me ♪ ♪ Heavenly voices so sweet and clear ♪ ♪ Ring out in harmony ♪ ♪ The bells of San Angelo I hold dear ♪ ♪ They're in my memory ♪ ♪ They tell of the magic of new love ♪ ♪ From tears through the years spent apart ♪ ♪ They tell of an old love and true love ♪ ♪ The love that I keep in my heart ♪ ♪ For the bells of San Angelo call to me ♪ ♪ Come back, come back they sing ♪ ♪ I know that my heart ever there will be ♪ ♪ When the bells of San Angelo ring ♪ ♪ When the bells of San Angelo ring ♪ (choir singing in Spanish) ♪ When the bells of San Angelo ring ♪ >> It's always good when you come here.

We join our voices together in song.

I'm only sorry that trouble brings you here.

>> I'm sorry too, Padre.

But I think with the help of my friends over the border here, we'll be able to get this thing straightened out.

>> Well, I'm sure glad you come, Roy.

As mayor and sheriff, I can only go so far.

>> Word was sent to the mine this morning for Ramon to meet you here.

He'll be along any minute.

(gun firing) (suspenseful orchestral music) (guns firing) >> Hiya, sheriff.

You're just in time.

We've been having a little trouble.

>> Can't do much for him now, boys.

He's dead, Cookie.

>> You better start explaining, Ulrich.

>> There ain't much explaining to do.

Look him over.

You'll find he's been stealing high-grade ore from the Monarch Mine.

That's pure silver.

Gridley gave us orders to shoot thieves.

>> You'd better have plenty of evidence.

>> We've got it.

What do you call that?

>> My son.

This is the work of the devil.

You are murderers.

>> I'll keep this, Cookie.

I'm going up to the mine and have a talk with the man who gave those orders.

>> I'm sorry, but Mr. Gridley is busy.

>> Not that busy.

>> Look, nobody's coming up this road without a warrant.

>> On a murder case, I don't need one.

>> Look here-- >> Why you-- (grunting) >> They won't bother you anymore, Roy.

I'm taking them all in.

Get on your horse, you nasty little kid.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Padre speaking Latin) >> Roy: Your name Gridley?

>> That's right >> I'm Roy Rogers.

>> Rex: Oh.

A border investigator.

>> Step inside.

Sit down.

Drink?

>> No, thanks.

Gridley, your men just murdered a boy from San Angelo.

Why?

>> If my men killed anyone, they did it under orders.

Anyone else found trespassing and stealing will have the same thing happen to them.

>> This is the second time this has happened.

You have no right to take the law into your own hands, and you're not gonna get away with it.

>> This is tough country, Rogers.

We're in a bad spot, here.

The Monarch is a small, but rich mine here on the Mexican border.

While it's all part of the San Angelo Rancho, these hills are in Mexico and make a natural getaway for anyone who wants to hold us up.

We can't expect any help from San Angelo over here, and the lodge isn't much help.

Town's even farther away.

So you see, we have to be tough.

>> In my opinion, you're just a little too tough.

>> I'm here to protect the interest of the stockholders.

Nobody's gonna tell me how to run the Monarch.

That goes for you, too, Rogers.

>> So that's the way it is.

>> Yes, and that's the way it's gonna stay.

>> Not if your men are guilty of murder.

>> If my men are guilty, so am I.

>> That's what I'm thinking.

(bird chirping) >> Did he frighten you, Cinderella?

Well don't be afraid.

I don't think Mr. Rogers is gonna be with us very long.

(dog barking) >> Hello, Trap.

Hi, boy.

>> Cookie: Hi, fellas.

>> Hello, Cookie.

>> Cookie, don't tell me, another hound.

>> Oh, Roy.

So help me, I was on my way home, and he followed me.

>> Yeah, I know.

And as official dog catcher, you had to bring him in.

>> Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Roy, I'm sorry I had to let them mine guards go.

But I couldn't prove that that boy wasn't stealing.

After all, you found the silver on his body.

>> I know.

>> What'd it run?

>> It's really pure.

According to the assayer, it runs about 18,000 to the ton.

>> Boy, I sure wish I had a boat load of that stuff.

>> Whooee No wonder Gridley's got to be careful with pure silver floating around.

>> That makes this worth about $40.

It's not much for a man's life.

>> Oh, well, why'd they shoot him?

Why didn't they grab him?

>> He was gonna tell us something.

Gridley's men got to him first.

>> Well if you want to go up and take a look around that Monarch Mine, I'll give you a search warrant.

>> And tip him off that what we're coming?

Gridley's too smart for that.

He'd cover up before we got up the hill.

>> Morning, gentlemen, morning.

>> Hiya, Buck.

Where'd you get them duds?

>> I ordered them from the Zoot Suit Company.

Sharp, ain't they?

You sure is a hard man to find, Mr. Rogers.

I've been trying to catch you for two days with that communication.

>> My western catalog get here yet?

>> Yes sir.

Four days ago, but I ain't finished reading it.

I just got through the song section.

♪ Tippie ti-yi-yo, get along, little doggie ♪ (laughing) >> That sure is a silly-looking outfit.

Hey, I wonder if they come in my size.

>> Well I don't mind trailing thieves and murderers, but this is too much.

>> Holy smokes, fellas.

Listen to this, "Lee Madison will be here Thursday.

He's that writer fella.

Lee Madison will arrive on the bus Thursday.

Make reservations at the lodge and assist in every way possible in the collection of material for a new novel.

Chief Border Inspector, Ian Moffit."

>> Oh, he writes stories about people like you and me.

And he makes us all sound like a bunch of characters who spend their time hanging horse thieves and chasing Indians.

>> Well, let's run the critter out of town.

>> Now you sound like one of his characters.

>> Well it looks like you're gonna have to be nice to him whether you like it or not.

>> I haven't got time to be nice to anyone right now.

You boys better be the welcoming committee.

>> Gee, that's swell.

We'll do it up in good old Western style.

>> Yeah, did you read "Murder on the Border?"

>> Golly, I did.

It's all about-- >> I know what it's all about, black-hearted villains and roaring six-guns.

I'd like to see him face some of those roaring six-guns he writes about.

>> Well, we better get going.

The bus will be in this afternoon, and we want to do this up right.

>> Yeah.

>> I'll be there, too.

Hey, maybe we can get Madison to help us with the investigation, huh?

>> That's what I'm afraid of.

An armchair detective like that could ruin our chances of pinning anything on Gridley.

>> Hmm, well, I never thought of that.

I was just-- >> Say, Cookie.

>> Hmm?

>> What do you suppose Madison would do if he met one of his black-hearted villains with roaring six-guns?

>> Oh, uh, I don't know what he'd do, but I know what I'd do.

I'd, I'd, (laughing nervously) I'd catch the first fast train out of down.

>> Uh, Miss Madison, would you mind autographing your book for me, please?

>> Of course not.

>> Gee, just wait till I tell my wife about meeting the famous Lee Madison.

And how pretty and on second thought, I think I'll just show her the autograph.

(laughing) >> Cookie: Uh, Mr. Madison?

>> Man: Heh?

>> Cookie: Mr. Madison?

>> Heh?

>> I say, are you Mr. Lee Madison?

>> I'm sorry, son.

I've got all the insurance I can handle.

>> Oh, oh.

>> Are you looking for Mr. Madison?

>> Yes ma'am.

Mr. Lee, but he didn't want any broken down writers hanging around here anyway.

>> That's right.

>> Oh, really?

>> Oh, yes, ma'am.

He's pretty sore about the whole thing.

He's afraid that old fuddy dud will butt into everything.

>> Oh, I don't know about that.

I like his books.

>> So do I.

Well, there are no more buses today.

See you all later.

Goodbye, ma'am.

>> Uh, were you gonna the lodge?

>> Well, I intended to.

>> Well, swell, come along.

>> Yes.

>> Uh, you'd better sit up front, miss.

>> I don't think Madison would've, though.

Roy said that somebody's liable to take a shot at him for writing those corny books.

>> Shot?

Roy said?

Oh, oh, yes.

>> Up you go.

>> Thank you.

>> Sorry, miss.

We didn't catch the name.

>> Oh, Helen.

Helen Clifford.

>> Helen Clifford, fellas.

>> Men: Hello, Helen.

>> Hello.

>> Yah.

(light orchestral music) ♪ When the rustlers come to town, I'll just up ♪ ♪ And shoot them down ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Makes no difference where they're from, I'll just up ♪ ♪ And gives them some ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ He never calls the sheriff ♪ ♪ No he never calls the boss ♪ ♪ His trigger finger's ready, and he beats them to the draw ♪ ♪ When the varmint come around ♪ ♪ I'll just up and hose them down ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) >> What is that, a six-shooter?

>> No, a sixteen-shooter.

♪ Found a rustler on the trail ♪ ♪ I'll just up and let it hail ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Found another three or four, I just up and let it pour ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ The West is wild and wooly ♪ ♪ And it's tougher than a boot ♪ ♪ Ours are always itching ♪ ♪ Waiting for someone to shoot ♪ ♪ Let a bandit come inside ♪ ♪ I'll just up and pours him white ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) ♪ Hot lead ♪ ♪ Hot lead ♪ (gun firing) (suspenseful orchestral music) (gun firing) (guns firing) >> Roy: All right.

All of you climb out of there fast, and keep your hands up.

Where's your passenger?

Take your boots off and throw 'em back in the wagon.

>> Aw.

>> Roy: Come on.

(gun firing) You can start walking when we get to the top of the ridge.

>> If a bandit come in sight, you just-- >> All: Ups and pours him white hot lead.

>> Roy: All right, come out of there.

I said, come out.

Well, where's Madison?

>> He didn't show up.

What do you want him for?

>> Roy: I want his money.

He's rich, and I'm poor.

>> You mean you rob from the rich and you give to the poor?

>> Yeah, that's right.

Besides, I don't like him.

>> Why?

>> Roy: Did you ever read any of those awful Western stories he writes?

>> Awful?

>> Yes, awful.

They give us outlaws a bad name.

You better come on up here, little girl.

Now, if you'll just hold these lines steady, you'll be all right till the boys get here.

Don't worry.

Sorry to have bothered you, ma'am.

>> Goodbye, Robin Hood.

>> Hey, did you see who's here?

>> Yeah.

>> Want me to stick around?

>> No, go back to the mine and get a hold of Roberts.

Make sure everything's all right.

♪ Just take a mile of rollin' pasture ♪ ♪ With a herd a standin' by ♪ >> That sounds like Rogers.

>> It is.

♪ Dream of heaven ♪ ♪ Then add a great big moon a shinin' high ♪ ♪ Up in the prairie sky ♪ ♪ That's a cowboy's dream of heaven ♪ ♪ The stars are twinkling, the breeze is whispering low ♪ ♪ The boys around the campfire ♪ ♪ Singing songs of long ago ♪ ♪ Oh, there's an old guitar ♪ ♪ A strummin' out a Western melody ♪ ♪ In that cowboy's dream of heaven ♪ ♪ While on a distant hill ♪ ♪ A coyote's croonin' out the harmony ♪ ♪ In that cowboy's dream of heaven ♪ ♪ He may be weary from riding all the day ♪ ♪ But when the shadows fall around ♪ ♪ You're sure to hear him say ♪ ♪ Give me a little bit of range land ♪ ♪ And perhaps a pal or two ♪ ♪ That's a cowboy's dream of heaven ♪ ♪ And just as long as I am dreamin' ♪ ♪ I would like a gal who's true ♪ ♪ That's a cowboy's dream of heaven ♪ (all clapping) (upbeat music) >> Roy: Oh, miss?

>> Oh, hello, Mr. Rogers.

>> Roy: Any word from Mr. Madison?

>> Woman: I'm sorry, but there haven't been any messages for you at all today.

>> I see.

Well, if you do hear from him, will you let me know, please?

>> Certainly.

>> Thanks.

Oh, well, hello there.

I met you, I mean, I'm sorry.

>> Oh that's all right.

I'm used to being bumped around.

My name's Clifford, Helen Clifford.

I'm a new guest here.

>> Well, I'm Roy Rogers.

>> Lee: Oh, not the famous border investigator?

>> Well, I-- >> Say, by the way, where were you this afternoon?

We needed you.

>> What was a matter?

>> A masked bandit held us up, and there wasn't a soul around to protect us, not even a border investigator.

>> I'm sorry, Miss Clifford, but I can't be everywhere at once.

>> Evidently not.

Say, by the way, I understand there's quite a bit of trouble around here that, well, people haven't been able to solve.

Murders, shootings, some things like that.

>> We're investigating them now.

>> Really?

You know, it's such a shame Lee Madison didn't show up.

He might have helped you.

>> I think we can do all right without the help of Mr. Madison.

>> Do you know, you should read his book, "Murder on the Border."

Did you ever hear of it?

It might give you a solution.

>> What would a hack writer like Lee Madison know about anything?

Besides, we have our own ideas down here.

>> Oh, Mr. Rogers.

(all clapping) >> You better come up the mine.

Boys think that one of Roger's sentries snooping around.

>> Did he find out anything?

>> I don't know.

(crowd murmuring softly) (suspenseful orchestral music) >> That's him.

>> Rex: What are you doing spying around here?

>> He won't talk.

We've already worked him over.

>> Where's his horse?

>> Cut him loose on the other side of the border.

>> What about Roberts?

>> Should be here about now.

>> Let's go, we'll take him with us.

Come on.

Maybe you'd like to see what we're doing.

>> This is not part of the Monarch Mine, senor.

>> Right.

Your Spanish ancestors certainly knew how to dig a mine.

>> And we know how to use it.

I'll bet when they dug the San Angelo mine, they didn't expect us to be using it 200 years later and getting more silver out of Mexico than they did.

>> It's just around the corner.

>> Go ahead.

>> Rex: He said, go ahead.

(gun firing) (grunting) >> Have any trouble?

>> Not a bit.

Let's get this stuff moved.

>> Plomo, ain't that a Spanish word?

>> Man: Yeah, it means lead.

>> Gus: Lead, who'd want lead?

>> Nobody.

Who'd ever suspect people of smuggling lead over the border?

>> Only a dope.

This is a good idea.

Boy, pure silver.

>> Yeah, from the Monarch Mine, by way of the old, forgotten San Angelo mine.

>> You must have read in the almanac where silver is cheaper on one side of the border than the other.

>> Gus, what people don't know won't hurt them.

People need silver, and I can get it for them.

If they think this comes from the Monarch, what's the difference?

Rogers might call it smuggling, but I call it good business.

Take that up and put it in the safe.

I'm going back to the lodge.

>> Gus: OK, boss.

(upbeat music) (all chattering) >> Hi, Roy.

>> Well, hello, Cookie.

Where you been?

Out in the kitchen?

>> I been trailing Gridley.

>> Any luck?

>> Well, not much.

I followed him to the mine.

>> Hey, Roy, we've been rehearsing a song that Lee Madison wrote, look at that.

>> Lee Madison?

>> "I Love the West."

>> Aw, ain't that pretty?

>> Cookie.

>> Huh?

>> Isn't it bad enough that he writes books?

>> Uh, may I see that, please?

♪ I love the West ♪ >> How corny can it get?

>> Well, maybe you'd like to sing it with us.

>> Well perhaps I might if it won't annoy Mr. Rogers too much.

>> Oh, don't mind me.

>> Well, that's fine.

What's your favorite key?

>> G. >> Key of G, boys.

Uh, folks, can I have your attention just a minute?

In honor of Lee Madison, who isn't here, Miss Clifford is gonna sing one of his songs for you.

(all clapping) (gentle music) ♪ I love the West, the heavenly, heavenly West ♪ ♪ In the very heart of me, it's so much a part of me ♪ ♪ And I ever shall return to this land ♪ ♪ For which I yearn ♪ This seems to bother Mr. Rogers a bit so perhaps, we'd better do it his way.

A little faster, please.

(gentle music) ♪ I love the West, the heavenly, heavenly West ♪ ♪ Where the skies are bluer, and the gals are truer ♪ ♪ Where the grass is greener, and the varmints meaner ♪ ♪ Where life is rougher, and the men are tougher ♪ ♪ That's why I love the West ♪ ♪ And I love the range ♪ ♪ Oh, gimme the range for a change ♪ ♪ Where the wind keeps blowin', and the cactus growin' ♪ ♪ Where the sun keeps shinin', and the gals are pinin' ♪ ♪ Where the light is lighter, and the boys are brighter ♪ ♪ That's why I love the West ♪ ♪ Where the hero, strong and silent ♪ ♪ Keeps the little gal from harm ♪ ♪ Fightin' 20,000 Indians ♪ ♪ Or paying off the mortgage on the farm ♪ ♪ Yes, I love the West ♪ ♪ For everything's best in the West ♪ ♪ Where the days are hotter, and the nights are colder ♪ ♪ Where the young are younger and old are older ♪ ♪ Where the high is higher, and the wet is wetter ♪ ♪ Where the dry is drier, and the best is better ♪ ♪ Where a man's a man ♪ ♪ And a rootin' tootin' ♪ ♪ Come on the range, and comin' out shootin' ♪ (gun firing) Oh.

>> Roy: Hey there, Annie Oakley, you better be careful.

>> Hey look, Roy, a bullseye.

>> Have you got a hunting license?

(laughing) >> Roy.

>> Yes, father.

>> One of our sentries is missing.

It is Ignacio.

We found his horse.

>> Roy: Where'd you find him?

>> On the Mexican side.

We need your help.

>> Hear that, boys?

>> Men: Sure.

Yeah, we'll help.

>> Bob, you take some of the men.

Tim, you take the rest of them.

Come with us.

Oh, Gridley, coming along?

>> Why?

You're the border investigator.

>> I thought maybe you might be of some help to us.

>> You're not intimating I know something about this, Rogers.

>> You can take that anyway you want to.

>> Suppose I take it personally.

>> That's all right with me, too.

>> Roy, please.

We have more important things.

>> I can vouch for him, Roy.

He was up at the mine.

>> That's right, sheriff.

You followed us, remember?

(bells ringing) >> Roy: Morning, Padre.

>> Good morning.

Any news?

>> I'm sorry, Padre, but we searched everywhere.

>> Ah, this is a terrible thing.

Much evil has come to San Angelo.

But you men must be tired.

You've been riding all night.

>> We sure are, Padre.

>> Come in and rest awhile.

>> Well thanks, Padre, but the sheriff and I have got one more place to look before we rest.

We better water the horses, Cookie.

>> I'm tired.

>> So am I.

>> Well, where are we going?

>> To the Monarch Mine.

>> The Monarch Mine?

>> Sure.

>> Well, Roy, you know how they are up there.

Why don't we go to town and get a search warrant first?

>> We haven't got time.

>> Oh.

(light orchestral music) (door knocking) Wonder where the reception committee is.

>> I don't know.

This might be a good time for us to look around.

>> It's too quiet.

I don't like it.

>> Let's get the horses out of sight.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (laughing) >> Oh, quit kidding, Roy.

Huh, oh, oh.

>> Welcome to the Monarch Mine, Rogers.

>> Where's Gridley?

>> Gone to town to get the canary some lettuce.

Move on up the hill.

Okay, boys.

You can come out now.

Glad you showed up, Rogers.

You're just in time for the picnic.

Ain't he, boys?

>> Yeah, sure.

>> I warned you about trespassing.

Where's your search warrant?

>> Uh, told you we should have got one, Roy.

Oh.

>> We wouldn't want you guys to shoot yourselves.

Gentlemen, the first event will be an exhibition in the manly art of self defense.

>> If anybody lays a hand on Rogers, I'll, I'll swear out a warrant for assault and battery.

That's what I'll do.

Mike will only be defending himself.

Won't you?

>> Sure.

>> Why, you.

Get up, Roy.

Come on, Roy!

(laughing) Atta boy.

Atta boy.

>> Get up.

(grunting) >> Get up!

Get up, son.

>> What's the matter?

The picnic's just started.

>> Come on, get up, Roy.

I can't help you.

Get up, son.

Come on, son, get up.

Get outta there.

>> Hang onto him for a second.

>> Cookie: You sidewinder!

>> Get their horses.

Let them go.

>> Come on, I'll take you on.

All of you.

Well, come on!

>> Now, calm down, sheriff.

>> Why, you little, get your hands off of me.

>> Take it easy, boys.

We wouldn't want to hurt the sheriff.

It wouldn't be legal.

Next time, bring a search warrant.

>> Don't worry.

>> Now get out of here.

>> Hey, now that we've got our guns clean, that just about makes us even with them.

Let's go back to the mine.

>> That won't help us find out anything, Cookie.

There's something going on at the Monarch they don't want anybody to find out about.

So far, the only clues we've got are the murders.

>> We can't even prove that they're murders.

>> Well, we will.

>> What's the matter, Trigger?

>> No wonder he was limping.

Picked up a rock some place.

Say, isn't that ore?

>> Sure is.

He must have picked that up down by the mine shaft when we hid the horses.

>> We'd better keep it.

>> It looks like Trigger's smarter than we are.

(horn honking) >> Hello.

I say, old man.

You look as if you've been mixed up in a violent game of soccer.

Do they play it out here?

>> Oh, we play it, all right.

But the rules are different.

>> Oh, oh, by the way, I'm Lionel Bates of Bates, Bates, and Johnson, solicitors of London, England.

>> I'm Roy Rogers.

>> How do you do, sir?

I'm a stranger out here.

>> I never would have guessed it.

>> Huh?

>> This is Sheriff Bullfincher.

>> Howdy.

>> How do you do, sir?

Sheriff Bullfincher, you're the very man I've been looking for.

I'm trying to find someone in this vicinity.

>> Well, if he's around here, I'll know him.

What's his name?

>> Lancaster.

George Wallingford Lancaster.

>> The law want him?

>> Well, we've been trying to find him for years through Scotland Yard.

>> Scotland Yard?

>> And private investigators in America.

>> Private investigators in America?

Oh, well it seems to me I remember somebody by that name a long time ago around here that got to running around with bad company.

And well, I ain't heard of him since.

>> Well, if that's the man, we'll find him.

>> You will?

>> Why, of course.

>> Oh.

>> Well, thank you very much.

Oh, and there's one other thing.

I wonder if you gentlemen would be kind enough to join me a little later in an important conference.

>> Well.

>> Bates: Cheerio.

>> Cheerio.

>> And I'm here to arraign the property.

>> Well, does that mean that the Rancho shall have a new owner?

>> Undoubtedly.

However, I can't tell you who or what the new owner's plans for the Rancho will be.

>> What if he won't be reasonable?

Suppose we refuse to leave?

>> Well I'm sorry, but that's no concern of mine.

However, I'll do everything possible to see that your people come to no undue hardship.

Oh, there is one other thing.

If any of you should happen to know the whereabouts of a George Wallingford Lancaster, please let me know.

(coughing) You see, he's in this part of the country.

And he must be somewhere near, something wrong with your throat?

>> Um, I felt something tighten around my neck.

(chuckling) >> Well I, I think that's about all.

And, and thank you very much.

If you should have any questions, I'll be only too pleased to answer them.

>> Mr. Bates, there's something I'd like to ask you.

(all chattering) >> Too bad I missed you at the mine, Rogers.

Apparently, my men played a little rough.

>> Yeah, the next time, it'll be rougher, Gridley.

And I hope you're there.

>> Then you never saw any trace of the missing sentry?

>> No trace at all.

Just kind of disappeared.

Come on, get down.

(dog growling) Trick I taught him.

>> Cookie, do you suppose the missing George Wallingford Lancaster has anything to do with this case?

>> Well, now we might, on a, well how could he?

What are you asking me all those questions for?

>> Yeah, how about that, Helen?

>> Oh, hello, Roy.

Well, I just though it was sort of interesting.

And well, I guess I'll be going.

I'll see you boys later.

>> You can go if you want to, but I have something here that's interesting, too.

You might want to hear it.

This is the report I just got on the ore that Trigger picked up in the Monarch Mine.

Says there's a little lead in it, not enough to be commercial, and just a trace of silver.

>> Well that's funny.

Now, the silver found on the body was almost pure.

>> It could've been a plant.

>> Thanks, you catch on fast.

>> Well I try.

>> Man: Hi, everybody.

>> Hi, boys.

>> We want see Cookie about his dogs.

>> Well, somebody should see him about them.

>> Yeah, I want to borrow them for a fox hunt.

>> A fox hunt?

>> Yeah, for Mr. Bates.

A good, old English fox hunt.

>> We want to me him happy as we can because he promised to do everything he could to help us with the new owner.

>> Yeah, so we'll have our hunt party first thing in the morning.

Now, everyone's invited.

How about the dogs, Cookie?

>> Huh?

Oh, well how big is the fox?

>> Well, we don't know yet.

We've got to catch him first.

Well thank you, Cookie.

Come on boys, let's go.

>> Wait, boys, I'm gonna go with you.

>> All right.

>> See you at the fox hunt.

(all chattering) (whistling) >> Oh, be careful with the little feller.

That's pretty good.

A fox hunt for Mr. Bates.

(laughing) (gasping) Uh oh, Mr. Bates.

I can't go to no fox hunt.

I got to get out of here.

>> Roy: Yes you can go to a fox hunt.

>> No I can't go to no fox hunt.

>> Roy: Yes you can, Mr. George Wallingford Lancaster.

>> Shh, Roy!

Don't call me that.

Don't say that.

Why, I'll come to the fox hunt.

I'll even be the fox, but don't say that again, shh.

>> Morning.

>> Woman: Good morning.

>> Oh, no, Roy.

(laughing) >> Will somebody call that, oh.

Welcome, Mr. Rogers.

Good morning, sheriff.

Sheriff, should we go have a look at the hounds?

>> Huh, oh, oh, yeah.

Yeah, but you better let me go first.

You might scare the dogs in that outfit.

Come on, Roy.

>> I'll be along in a minute, Cookie.

I want to find out if two and two still make four.

>> Oh, all right.

>> Well, see you later, Mr. Rogers.

>> Roy.

Roy.

There's something I must tell you.

You've got to go on that fox hunt this morning.

>> Why?

>> Because I'm positive Mr. Bates is in great danger.

>> Oh?

You must have been reading "Murder On the Border" again.

>> Lee: Well, maybe you should read it, too.

>> Roy: Oh, miss.

Any word from Madison?

>> Still no word, Mr. Rogers.

>> I'm a little worried.

Better put in a call to headquarters for me.

I'll take it here.

>> Surely.

Operator, long distance, please.

It'll be a minute.

San Angelo Lodge.

>> This is Captain Moffit's office, calling Roy Rogers.

>> Just a minute, please.

That's a coincidence, Mr. Rogers.

Here's headquarters calling you.

>> That is a coincidence.

I'll take it.

Hello?

>> This is Captain Moffit's secretary speaking.

The captain isn't in right now, but he asked me to tell you that Lee Madison would be unable to come to San Angelo.

>> What happened?

>> She was sick.

I mean, his mother was ill. >> I don't think you're telling the truth, miss whatever your name is, but you sound like somebody who needs a good spanking.

>> What?

Well you certainly aren't the one that's gonna give it to me, and furthermore, I think you're the rudest man I ever met in my life.

>> And I think you're the nosiest girl.

You ought to have more respect for other people.

>> I give people respect when they deserve respect, and you certainly don't.

>> We'll just the same, the next time headquarters calls me, make sure you're not on the other end of the line because I never want to talk to you again.

Hello, Miss Madison.

>> Oh, you.

>> Eh, eh, eh.

>> You deliberately tricked me.

>> Mm-hmm.

And it worked, too.

Now how about a little explaining from you.

>> Well, I found out about what you thought about Lee Madison and her books the day I arrived here.

And furthermore, someone even went gunning for her.

>> Heh.

Well, I guess that makes us even, Helen.

>> Okay, Robin Hood.

(trumpet blowing) >> Cookie: What is that?

>> That's just an old British tradition.

>> Oh, oh.

Uh, boys, this is Mr. Bates.

Come all the way from England over here to hunt a fox.

I want you to take him out on the trail and show him a good time.

>> They're certainly a strange bunch of hounds.

Do they follow a scent?

>> Huh?

>> You know, a smell.

>> Oh, just the little one.

Hey, what's that?

>> Oh, that's an English saddle.

>> Well why didn't they finish it?

Where's the rest of it?

>> That's the sort of saddle that George Wallingford Lancaster might ride.

>> Oh, he would?

>> Certainly.

>> Hey, Cookie.

>> Cookie: Huh?

>> We've decided to have you drag the trail.

Come on, I want you to meet someone.

Cookie, meet Louise.

>> Is that what I've got to drag the trail with?

>> My word.

>> You can say that again.

Come on.

Well, we're gonna leave right now.

You be sure and give us a good head start.

And before you come, blow this.

(horn blowing) Like that.

You fellows remember, we're only kidding.

Come on.

(dogs barking) >> Quaint little thing, isn't it?

Heh, there should be some kind of music in it.

(upbeat horn music) ♪ Gee, but I like to get up early in the morning ♪ ♪ There are such a lot of things to do ♪ ♪ To watch the sun come stealin' ♪ ♪ Over misty hills revealin' ♪ ♪ Tiny diamonds sparklin' on the dew ♪ ♪ It's great just to be living come the dawnin' ♪ ♪ Everything is clean and bright and new ♪ ♪ Gee, but I like to get up early in the morning ♪ ♪ So I can spend a longer day with you.

♪ >> My, but it's pleasant to be arising at this hour of the day.

My word, it is.

There's such a jolly lot of things that you can do, don't you know.

♪ To see the dawn a breakin' ♪ ♪ To the sounds of earth awakin' ♪ ♪ With the rooster there to take his due ♪ ♪ It's great just to be-- ♪ >> Don't worry, Rogers won't finish.

♪ And to know another night is through ♪ ♪ Gee, but I like to get up early in the morning ♪ ♪ So I can spend a longer day with you ♪ ♪ Gee, but I hate to get up early in the morning ♪ ♪ I would rather sleep the whole day through ♪ Oh, come on, Louise.

You don't know what a pretty cap you'd make.

A silly business.

Sheriff having to drag a live bait along.

>> Good morning.

>> Morning.

>> Mind if I join you?

>> Why should I?

It's Mr. Bates' party.

>> Yes, I know.

(trumpet blowing) >> Did you hear that?

That's it.

Here they come.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (dogs barking) The first time I knew a raccoon was related to a mule.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

(dogs barking) (dogs barking) >> You go ahead, Lee.

I'm gonna drop behind.

(dogs barking) (grand orchestral music) (suspenseful music) >> Hey, fellas, remember, I was only kidding.

Don't you worry, Louise.

I won't let them get you.

Help!

(all chattering) (laughing) Hey, Roy, what happened to your saddle?

>> Where's Bates?

>> Man: I don't know.

He was right behind me.

>> Cookie: There he comes now.

>> Well, he sure had me worried.

>> We were worried about the guest of honor.

We thought you were lost.

>> Looks like something happened to him.

>> Roy: Whoa.

>> Men: His face.

What's the matter?

Is he hurt bad?

>> I don't know.

Stand back and give him air, boys.

Karl, there's a spring up that canyon.

Will you get some water for us, please?

>> Karl: Sure, Roy.

>> Looks like he's been gun whipped.

>> Could have hit a branch.

>> I don't think so.

>> Who would have wanted to kill Mr. Bates?

>> You have a wide choice, miss.

Our friends over the border might, boys at the lodge might, or even I might, anyone who could gain by his removal.

>> Hey, Pat.

If he ain't dead, do you think that bump on his head will make him lose his memory?

>> My word.

Oh, oh, my head.

>> Well, look, he's opening his eyes.

Oh, he'll be able to remember everything.

>> That's what I was afraid of.

(sighing) Roy, I'm checking out tonight.

That Mr. Bates is liable to find out who I am any minute.

>> Well, wait a minute, Cookie.

You can't run out me now when I need you the most.

As far as Bates is concerned, I'm on your side.

And I think he'll listen to reason.

>> I still wish he'd go away.

>> So does somebody else.

>> What do you mean?

>> Whoever tried to kill him.

>> Yeah, I wonder who that was.

>> You heard Gridley.

He named the suspects, and it could be you.

You have a stronger motive than they have.

>> Me?

Roy, you don't mean that.

Oh.

>> So, here's the silver we found on the murdered boy.

It's almost pure.

Lee was right.

It was a plant.

Here's the real ore from the Monarch.

There isn't enough silver in a ton of it to pay their light bill.

>> I wonder where they got this silver.

>> I think they got it across the border, where it's cheaper.

>> Smuggling?

They couldn't do it without getting caught.

We watch that border like a hawk.

>> Say, Cookie.

Didn't you tell me there was an old Spanish mine across the border?

>> Oh, the old timers around San Angelo talk about it, but nobody knows where it is.

>> I think I know one old timer that might.

Come on.

(light orchestral music) >> Anno domine 1751.

That was very long ago.

>> That's before I got here.

Hey, here's some funny writing, here.

(Cookie speaking in foreign language) >> Ah, that may mean something.

Perhaps this is what we are seeking.

(Padre speaking foreign language) As the sun rises, the shadow of my arms and the pillar of my strength shall mark that which God made and from whence came the bells of San Angelo.

>> That's beautiful.

>> But what does it mean?

>> The shadow of my arms and the pillar of my strength.

Arms, pillar.

That must be a cross.

Cookie, do you know where there's a cross around here?

>> Sure, up on top the church.

>> No, I mean up in the hills, near the border, where the mine could be.

>> None now, Roy.

There was an old shrine many years ago to which the people came to pray to Santa Guadalupe.

At least-- >> Sure, Padre.

I remember.

On your side of the border, here.

Near San Remo.

>> Cookie, let's see if we can find it.

I've got an idea.

Thanks, Padre.

>> Here it is.

I remember.

Here's where we used to come to Easter sunrise services when I was a kid.

>> How tall was the cross?

>> Oh, gee.

I don't remember, Roy.

>> Well I'd say, with a base that size, it'd be about eight or feet tall.

>> What was it that Padre said?

As the sun rises, the shadow out of my arms-- >> The sun comes up over there.

It should cast a shadow in that direction.

>> Isn't the border over there by those red hills?

>> Run right along the top of them.

>> The Monarch Mine is over there, too.

>> Right on the other side of that hill.

>> Well if the old San Angelo mine's over there, looks to me like we'd see some ruins or something.

>> Well after all these years and years, the rain has washed all traces away.

People have looked for it.

>> Well, it must be in that direction.

Let's have a look.

>> Wait.

What would an automobile be doing around here?

>> It could be smuggling silver.

>> It could be tourists, too.

>> Now you don't sound like Lee Madison.

You think you can trail these, Kit Carson?

>> A-horseback, or afoot?

Looks like they stopped right there.

>> Yeah, wonder what for?

>> I don't know anybody that'd park around here and the border way over there.

Nothing to do around here.

Roy!

>> Cookie, go get the flashlight out of my saddlebags.

>> Uh huh.

>> Roy, if this is the old San Angelo mine, then your hunch was right.

>> Yeah.

Hurry up, Cookie.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (grunting) What's the matter, Cookie?

>> Oh, I broke my leg!

>> Don't step there, Lee.

>> I broke my leg.

Ow.

>> Roy: Cookie.

>> Cookie: Huh?

>> You can't look, Lee.

>> Well of course I can, I-- >> Well, it ain't very pretty, Miss Madison.

>> It's our missing sentry.

>> Those dirty, no-good-- >> You're right, Cookie.

He didn't get there by himself.

We'll have to leave him now.

The Padre will get him later.

(banging) >> Hey, it's hollow in there.

>> Well, this isn't old Mexican iron.

These are steel bolts.

Must be a door here, someplace.

>> Well, this is loose.

Move back.

I'm gonna throw my weight around a little.

Ooh.

Solid, phew.

>> Say, I wrote in a book one time where, see?

>> That ain't an old tunnel.

It's a new one.

>> Where does it lead, Roy?

>> Right into the Monarch.

Go back to the lodge and bring the boys.

We might need some help.

Take Trigger.

>> Well, well-- >> Hurry.

>> Oh, all right.

But be careful.

>> Oh, don't you worry.

I'll be with him.

Hey Roy, don't you think we, oh.

♪ Lazy days, a loafin', havin' fun ♪ ♪ Got no work to do because my work's all done ♪ ♪ Lazy days, relaxin' in the shade ♪ ♪ Got no plans to make because my plan's all made ♪ ♪ I ain't a roundin' up no cattle ♪ ♪ I ain't a fixin' today ♪ ♪ Gonna take it easy on the breezy side ♪ ♪ Of a great big stack of new-mown hay ♪ ♪ Lazy moon will soon be ridin' high ♪ ♪ Then I'll lay around and watch the moon roll by ♪ ♪ Lucky me, I found the way it pays ♪ ♪ Livin' like I love it on my lazy days ♪ ♪ Lazy days ♪ (all clapping) >> Hey, look!

(dog barking) It's Trigger.

>> Well, what happened?

Where's Roy?

(horse neighing) >> Do you suppose Mr. Rogers is in trouble?

>> Well something's wrong.

Let's go.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (dogs barking) >> Hey, is that any way to treat a lady?

>> I caught her coming out of the old Spanish mine.

>> Mine?

>> Yeah.

Rogers and the sheriff are still in there.

Ow!

Oh!

>> Tell the boys to block the entrance.

Send someone back to guard Miss Madison.

>> Right.

>> Sit down.

>> How did they find the mine?

>> By looking.

(glass shattering) >> You're awfully funny.

Just answer my questions.

Does anyone else know about it?

Before we're through Miss Madison, you'll be talking like a magpie.

>> Send for me, Gridley?

>> Yes.

This is Miss nosey Madison.

Watch her.

>> Sure, it's a pleasure.

>> We blocked the back way.

>> Good, we've got to find them.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (guns firing) >> Hey, Gridley!

They're down by the shaft.

>> They're in the shaft!

They're in the shaft!

>> Hey, but this is the shaft.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (dogs barking) >> If we can make it back to the mine, we might be able to hold them off.

>> Let's go.

(gun firing) (gun firing) (guns firing) (dogs barking) >> The boys will be in position in a minute.

They'll wait for your signal to move in.

(guns firing) >> Woo!

I knew I was too young and pretty to die.

(guns firing) (bird chirping) (gun firing) >> Follow me, Cookie.

We're gonna get Gridley.

>> Oh, snap out of it.

We're getting out of here.

>> Gridley: We're taking you with us.

>> Okay, okay, take it easy!

>> We're not done with her.

>> All right.

(gun firing) >> Looks like they flew the coop.

>> Least one didn't get away.

>> Roy.

(dog barking) >> Ah, good old fella.

>> Boy, you sure had us worried when Trigger come in alone.

>> Was Lee with him?

>> Gosh, no, Roy.

>> What must have happened to her?

>> She must have been here.

Here's her hat.

(whistles) >> Come here, boy.

All right, go find her.

(dog barking) Round them all up, Bob, and take them to town.

(suspenseful organ music) (dog barking) (gun firing) (gun firing) (gun firing) Here, Shep, come back here, come on, Tramp.

(whistles) >> Come on, you're gonna get hurt.

>> Come on, boys, come on.

Come on, Shep.

(gun firing) >> I'm warning you, Rogers.

Don't follow us.

>> Lee, I hate to do this to you, but it's just like it says in your book.

>> It's all right, Roy, go ahead.

(gun firing) (grunting) >> Roy, are you crazy?

(gun firing) (grunting) >> Turn the dogs loose.

>> Aw, Roy.

>> I said, turn them loose.

>> Aw, go get them, boys.

Go get them, go get them, go get them.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (dogs barking) But Roy, we could have got them without you doing that.

You're not gonna leave her alone, are you?

Well, I'm not.

(guns firing) (dogs barking) (gun clicking) >> Call off the dogs!

>> Throw your gun belts down here, and I will.

(suspenseful orchestral music) Come on, boy.

(whistles) Come on, boy.

All right, come on down and keep your hands up.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (dogs barking) >> Stay where you are.

I said, stay where you are.

(dogs barking) (screaming) (dog barking) >> Get up.

The picnic just started.

(suspenseful orchestral music) >> Lee: Atta boy, Roy!

Hit him!

>> Cookie: Save one for me, Roy.

Oh no, you don't.

(grunting) >> Are you all right, Roy?

>> Sure, how about you?

>> Heh, she's all right.

Hey, you missed her a mile, Roy.

That was a good trick.

(laughing) >> That was quick thinking, Lee.

Thanks for the help.

>> I'm certainly glad you finally got around to reading "Murder On the Border", page 77.

>> You're glad?

I'm glad you wrote it.

>> Come on.

(dog barking) >> Boys, you'll find Gridley over there in those rocks.

You better go get him.

>> Right.

>> I say, Rogers, how exciting.

So you got your man.

>> Yeah, yeah, we, we got him, all right.

Well, take him in for me, will you?

I've got to get going.

Goodbye, Mr. Bates.

>> And there's your man, Mr. Bates.

>> Roy!

That's the dirtiest, double-crossingist trick I ever heard of.

I thought you were a friend of mine.

>> And I thought you were a friend of mine.

Instead, you're George Wallingford Lancaster, wanted by Scotland Yard.

>> What's that?

>> There he is.

>> Don't you move.

I've got you covered.

Come on.

>> The other things are yours.

>> Oh.

Well what about Scotland Yard and the cattle?

>> Bates: They were all yours.

You're the sole heir to the estate.

>> And nobody has to leave the Rancho?

>> Not unless you say so.

It's all yours.

>> Mine?

>> Uh huh.

(Cookie laughing) >> I'll take it.

>> Come on, let's get out of here.

>> Shut your mouth.

Resisting an earl.

(laughing) (grand orchestral music) ♪ The bells of San Angelo fill the air ♪ ♪ With golden melody ♪ >> Well, Mr. Madison, did you get enough local color?

>> Enough for just the best story I ever wrote.

I'm gonna call it "The Bells of San Angelo."

You'll never guess who it's about.

>> The Earl of Lancaster naturally, old girl.

(laughing) (dogs barking) Quiet, or I'll trade you in for an English bulldog.

♪ When the bells of San Angelo ring ♪