 With action and suspense out of the Old West comes the most famous hero of them all, Apollon Cassidy, starring William Boyd. The ring of the silver spurs heralds the most amazing man ever to ride the prairies of the early West. Apollon Cassidy, the same hoppy you cheer in motion pictures and the same California you've left at a million times. Raw courage and quick shooting have built a legend around this famous hero. Apollon is a name to be feared, respected and admired for this great cowboy rides the trails of adventure and excitement. William Boyd as Apollon Cassidy and then declined as California. Well, Hoppy, what about our story? It's one about a man named Satan Blue and we met him at a town called Oddly Enough Paradise. Paradise, New Mexico, a thriving cow town squatting on the Santa Fe Trail to California. So we titled this one a jailer named Satan. We were on our way back to the bar 20 and as we entered the outskirts of the town, California and I had no problems on our mind but the New Mexico heat. Well, look, we are now riding into Paradise. I never thought I'd make it. Population 4022, not much of a town. No, no, it ain't, but it's peaceful and quiet. Yeah, just like a graveyard in the making. Buckles, save me, save me, don't let that devil take me. Well, what particular devil did you mean, Pat? Sure, and I meant Satan, that's all. My name's Brian, Brian Gehegan it is. Now you will save me, won't you, Mr. Their name's Cassidy, Apollon Cassidy. This is California Carlson, my partner. Cassidy, oh, the saints be praised. I'm safe. Sure, Brian, sure. Now tell me, what form is Satan taking these days and what bottle did you find it in? A bottle, you say? A bottle, he wish he was in a bottle. Ah, here he comes. It is a surprise he'll be getting beaten toward the Irish, especially one with guns. Oh, you decided to give up, you d-d-dusted woman? Shoot him, lad, shoot the blood escape. Easy, Brian, easy now. Who are you, sir? Who is he? He's Satan, that's all. Satan blues, my moniker stranger. Now, Gehegan, off to jail with you before I pot your hair with my gun barrel. Hold on, I take it you're the sheriff, but what's this man done? What's he done? Just wrecked the Longhorn Saloon, busted the bartender's jaw, knocked out two dealers and a cowpoke, three railroad workers, a well-as-far-go agent and a deputy. To say nothing about the ones he only bruised up. Well, those I hit while I was off-balance you wouldn't hold that against a poor man, now, would you? And I remember hitting no deputy. Uh, uh, uh, uh, Hoppy, uh, you think he did all of that? Brian, I guess you owe the sheriff a little time. You better go along. No, no, please. You'd not let him take me, not him. You try to be peaceful, or I'd grab your car. No, I won't let you. I'll kill you first. Oh, no, no, it ain't... Oh, Hoppy, Hoppy, he's got my gun. Hoppy, that down in your wall, I dilute. I'm the sheriff. You're not taking Brian Gehegan to die for you. I'm gonna go out in a blazer, Glory, like my mother always wanted. Brian. Yeah, at his home, I'm sending ye Satan. I'll beat that... Ooh, me hand, me hand. You've shut me hand up. I only creased at Brian. I had to make you drop the gun. Oh, and you think a Cassidy would do this to a Gehegan? It is a foul black day for the Irish. Cassidy? Well, I'm thinking ya. Now, Gehegan, I've had enough trouble today. Well, drop, consignor, drop. You've got his skull just like pig-eye in this critter. That wasn't necessary, Sheriff. He wasn't... Ah, you just let me turn to my own arrestin' Cassidy. Good day to ya. Well, boss, my Galaxies, Hoppy, that some tough lawman earned no wonder Gehegan didn't want to go with him. Yeah, well, I'm wonderin'. Well, Hoppy, watch that curiosity of yours. Gehegan's been in jail for fighting before this. That's a cinch. Now, how come it suddenly scares him so much that rather than go to this particular jail, he'd commit murder? Now, back to Hoppalon Cassidy and our story. A jailer named Satan. Hoppy in California's entry into Paradise, New Mexico, was stopped when a big man named Brian Gehegan begged him to save him from jail and Sheriff Satan Blue. Gehegan is stopped from killing the sheriff only by Hoppy's quick shooting. Now Hoppy puzzles Gehegan's strange fear of Satan Blue. Ah, it doesn't set right, California. I can see an Irish railroad hand getting into a scrap. But to try and kill the sheriff rather than pay a fine to spend a few days in jail, no. Well, here's the longhorned slum where Gehegan had his fight. Yeah, let's try it. Satan Blue. Hard nickname. Makes a right, pretty combination, but the sheriff sure didn't look like no Satan. More, I'd say, like a dirt farm. Don't make any mistake of underestimating that ombre. Those cold eyes of his belong to a gun hawk, not to a dirt farm. Gun hawk? Oh, now Hoppy... Bartender, did you see the way he po-lanks Gehegan? No amateur ever swung a six-gun like that. Yeah, how's it, strangers? Bartenders laid up. I'm the owner, Jake Lumich, and what do you have? Forty-rotter beer and please no fighting, as you can see. Hey, hey, hey, whoa! Hoppy, I think this ombre slipped his tonsils. Yeah, maybe we could get some information. This I got, Jake Lumich knows everything. It goes on in paradise. What's your particular hankering? Sheriff Satan Blue, his brand, and maybe... Satan! Mr. Get Out, I like being healthy. Hoppy, he's scared stiff. Uh-huh. Why, Lumich? You two don't hear good. Lumich said get out. Mr. Callender, I didn't tell him anything. Shut up, you chattering old weasel. Callender, what would you say he is? Snake or skunk? Well, Hoppy, from his smell, I'd say... Long time since I shed a cow poke, but... Ouch! Oh, you bastard! I'm still trying to warn you, Callender. I'd hate to have to stitch a couple of new buttonholes in that pretty shirt. Why, you slick chunk? Hold it. I'm not wasting another punch. You should beat me to the draw. I'll kill you for this. Callender, if and I were you, I'd pull my freight fast. Hoppy's guns are hair-triggering if he accidentally had to sneeze. Sir, I'm gone. I'm gone. Well, I saw it, but I don't believe it. You beat Wes Callender to the draw. Why, he didn't even clear leather. But you ombries better scat. He's Satan's foreman. Foreman of what? The jail? Don't ask about Satan, I told you. Ain't nobody in Paradise who talk about him. I contradict. I contradict. My goodness, yes. I, Anthony, said, well, we'll talk about Satan. It's not a worldly Satan that I fear. Peanuts. You've lost me, friend. Peanuts. Satan eats peanuts. Disappointing devil. But a big man in these parts owns a whole desert north of town. I'm a big man, too. Own the hotel, two stars. How come a brave man would be scared to go to Satan's jail? I'm afraid it's you that's lost me. But the answers might be intriguing. My goodness, yes. Interesting. Why don't you ask Satan? He'd know. Uh-huh. Why not? Come on, California, we're going to jail. So, you want to see Brian Gahagan, huh? Yeah, for one thing, Sheriff. Just call me Satan, everybody does. I'll bet that ain't all. It's during possible death, bless me every day. Sorry I can't see no prisoner, rule him a jail. What? But every jail permits visitors. I ain't got a special jail. You want to know why it's so special? It's because I run. Me. I'm the reason. Well, I'll be horned swagger. Nah, not here, please. I'd have to plug you. Uh, who's judge of this town's court? Well, I reckon that it be me. You? Well, maybe I should see the mayor if there is one. Sure. Take a good squint. He's in my boots. Dog gone. Is there anything you ain't? No, well, let's see. Hey, Wishy Perkins is dog catcher, but I reckon I'm the boss politician here, so the bully will get out. Well, jail you for... Look out, hit the floor. I'll get him. Now, let's take a look. Sure, but there ain't no hurry. I didn't miss that blasted hamburger. You sure didn't miss. He's just a boy. He's old enough to trigger six guns. Pedro Morales, yeah, yeah, regular criminal. You don't look like no criminal to me. I don't recognize you, sonny, but I arrested his brother, Felipe, just a month ago. Hold him still for a couple of offenses. Bad blood there, yep. Yeah, holding his brother. That wouldn't be why he wanted to take a shot at you, would it? You'd better just take warning. No one crosses Satan, blue, and live. Savvy. We oughtn't be looking over Satan's land like this. Let's try it on, all right? I feel a little responsible for Brian Gahagan, and I don't like the way Satan tried to run us out. Funny this is Old Desert. Too bad it's so far to those hills. Worker River runs through them. I'll bet that's it. He figures to get that water. Hardly. That's 20 miles away. That cost a fortune to dig an irrigation system that far. Yeah, yeah, that would be a powerful lot of digging. Well, let's cut down the other side of this rise and head to California, take a look. Well, dog gone, my Sunday breeches. Man, a whole crew of them digging. Hoppy, hoppy, them must be the... Must be prisoners from Satan's jail. No wonder we couldn't get to see Brian. I bet he's on his way out here. Some dirty pulchetric. Making them hombres work in this blazing sunwire. Why, well, why, it ain't legal, it's... I wonder. Sure a little bit of business, but I have a feeling Satan has protected himself by some legality. Yeah, but we're not protected. We're trespassing. Trespassing? Well, we ain't hurtin' nothin'. Satan's gonna be awful mad if he finds us nosin' around out here, though. So mad I've a hunch our lives wouldn't be worth a plug pay-so. Uh-oh, let's go. Writer's coming. Satan's crew! We're leather! I think I'm dragging my feet. I'm scared stiff. We got to get the time before they... California. The more men are headwaters, and the both sides hoppy. We're trapped! Now back to Hoppillon Cassidy and our story. A jailer named Satan. In the course of investigating the strange jailer Satan Blue's desert lands, Hoppy and California found he was using prisoners from his jail to dig irrigation trenches. Then as they start back to paradise, Hoppy and California are trapped by Satan's men. A few hours later, they're in Satan's jail in paradise. Whoa! Yo, boys, did a nice job catchin' the easier-to-calendar. Have a drink of red liquor, Cassidy. Oh, thanks, but we'd like to leave. What are we charged with? Trespassing? What's the fine? Charges. Let me see. Trespassing of obstructing justice, resisting arrest, and disturbing the penis... Wait, we didn't say... Shut up! That's another offense. Dimp to this year's court. Well, I'd say 90 days was about fair to start. 90 days? That's my verdict. Now you can spin it in the fresh air, which is mighty nice of me. Yes, sir. You can do the full 90 days digging on the ranch. I'd rather be in a cell, but this is ridiculous. Those charges are false and you know it. Well, sure I do. I made them up, didn't I? But your problem is who's going to believe you. You ain't seeing nobody until sentence is up. And that may be longer than you think. Hoppy, let's do that! I'd just as soon bust a cap your way as not. Now, I'm going to make it legal and proper so if you will just sign these papers. There's nothing doing. Please, Cassidy, there are only statements of voluntary request for work on the prison form. Of course, that's my ranch, naturally. We'll sign nothing. Let's see, I'm sure I can do this but then I reckon I'll just have to sacrifice one of you. Sign it, Cassidy. I have plugged the old waddy. Oh, I already know good stuff on you. Come on. Don't. All right, Satan, we'll both sign. You win this hand. This hand? Cassidy, here's a bit of information. Satan wins every hand. By none. Satan, this is the slickest scheme yet. The rate we're going will have this irrigation system done inside a year. Yep, this land will be worth a thousand times what I paid for it. And it's costing a nary a red cent. When this land has water on it, I'll sell it to a hundred new ranchers. Why, paradise will be... well, paradise. Especially if we're parking some store on it. Makes me feel kind of choked up being such a big help to progress. Hey, Thompson. Hey, don't let them rest on their shovels. Make them dig, man. I'll give them a little encouragement. Knew that. But, uh, I got to get back to town. I just can't stand to see these poor critters working in this, uh, seem such a shame that men can't stay on the street and dour them. Uh... Adios, adios. All right, you prisoners. Put your backs in those shovels. Hagen, speed it up. Would you like now for me to use two shovels at once, Mr. Callander? Never mind the jokes bent to it. Oh, can't see. You don't seem so tough swinging a shovel. Just stay around, Callander. We'll have words when I get through with this crooked sentence. It's gonna be some while. Evan, did you ask around? Oh, whatcha... whatcha talking about? Talk to old Frank. He started with a 30-day sentence. That was... I guess that was four months ago. He's only got 60 days more to go. Seems when it's time to let him go, he gets into trouble, and Satan has to tack on a little extra. You mean no one finishes here until the job is finished? Smart man. All right, you've had your conversation. Now dig. Sure, sure. What about Pedro Morales' brother there, Felipe? He can't take much more of his son. So what? He can die for all of me? Dig, I said, dig! And this heat is getting worse. Yeah, yeah. I'll see. What day is it? I just lost strike of time. Yeah, we've been doing this for four days. Say, buckles, take a look at Felipe. He looks like he's ready to... The Hagan, he's collapsing. I'll see to him. Calender, Felipe is ill. Bring water. Uh, Faith, he was such a young lad. He was. He's... Uh, the son was too much for him. All right, all right. Back to work. I'll take care of the kid. Then you must be an undertaker as well as a skunk. The lad's god. You don't even work in a month. Well, at least he's where you can't touch him, Calender. Sure, but you're not. Oh, you blackhearted... Pick up the Hagan or I'll blast your head off. Thompson, make him do extra work. We've lost the man. If they try to rest, use your rifle butt. That'll give him energy. How's the noggin, Cassidy? Uh, full of jumpin' hop toads. You know, I was thinkin' a few more days and a sun like the day... And we'll be joinin' poor Felipe Morales. This is a fact. But if it's escape you're thinkin' of, don't forget the five who've tried it. They're not like dogs, rest their souls. Yeah, and the other two beatin' to a pulp by Calender. Bad says to that man. Still, I have an idea how one of us may get away. Brian, how'd you like a good fight? A fight, is it? Well, I'm a peaceful man, but... If I could get away in the confusion of a brawl, I may be able to lick this Satan and his whole setup. The brawl, I can start. But how do you plan to escape? The guards will come in to break it up. Leave on the outside clear for a moment. Now, if by accident you could toss that table against the thin planks of the bunkhouse wall, and so hard that one of the planks broke open enough for me to... It will be. But you'd have to slip through fast. It won't take them long to spot a hole. When you lift the table, I'll be startin'. Good luck to you. I aim off to indulge me favorite sport. Hoppy, are you sure you can get help first? Any chance it'd better than dying like poor Felipe Morales. You'll hit Brian Gehegan, will you? Now come on, the lucky! Brian's pickin' up the table. So long, California. I'll be back for you. Good luck, Hoppy. I think I'll join the fight. Hey! Dear Bunk, all of you, toss Gehegan into his bunk wall. Wait, one of the prisoners is missing. Cassidy, you can't have gotten far. Let's get him. I didn't know Gehegan was gonna start a fight. Shut up! You're a fool, Calder. The first thing we gotta do is repair the damage that you let happen. All right, all right, pipe down, you embrace. Satan's got a word for you. A bunch of smart critters, you be. Well, here's a present. Brian, it's Hoppy's hand. That's right. His body's buzzard bait on the hill. Took us two days to catch him, but we did. Now, maybe this will teach you scoundrels to stop trying to escape. Ain't nobody escaping from Satan Blue. Is it WB Satan? I don't see how the real one can stand the competition. Calder, if that umbre talks again, slap a slug in his mouth. Now listen, close. That jailbreak nightfall there's busted my patience. I've been kind to you up till now. Yeah, maybe that's what poor Philippi died of, your kindness. Sure. Now, I'm making an example of you, Carson. You're gonna be just as dead as Cassidy. That's not very dead, Satan. You've been driven to the boys. What? Hoppy! I'm glad to see you. Where's the army? Right here. Satan, meet a lawyer friend, Joe Wilson. Never mind, Cassidy. From what we overheard, the only place I want to meet him is in court. So, you will listen. Enough to hear you admit responsibility for Felipe Morales' death and plan the murder of that man there, California Carlson. I reckon so. Cover that, cover them. Very gone. Why, what's the meaning of this, Sheriff? Just call me Satan. Cassidy, I thought you had better sense of the faith that this well-fed lawyer would protect you. Well, you always did like things legal, Satan. Sure. As dead and jury, I hereby sentence you to die. I'll get over against that wall. Why, but this is crazy. You can't just sentence Amanda. Oh, I almost forgot you. Get over there with him. Come on, get. Joe, you went for help. There's a fine lot of help. Ah, Hoppy, we need a gun. It's not a lawyer. Shut up there. Come on there. You ready? We ain't got no rope to hang them proper, so you best plug them. I'm ready, Satan. Give it a word. Any last words from you fellas before execution? I think there's been enough talk, Satan. Sure do I. It is a Morph calendar. Now, back to Hop along Cassidy. Easy, folks. We're all right. Thanks for downing calendar, Loomis. You townspeople heard enough? Well, I'll say, thanks for you posting us outside. Okay, fellas, take Satan to jail. Better take his partner, too. No, hold it, Sidwell. Satan had the power, but there had to be money behind him. Only one man in paradise wasn't afraid of Satan. And somehow he didn't strike me as that brave. Sidwell. This is preposterous. My man's crazy. There's plenty of evidence in the land records. I stopped and checked them. Sidwell owns half this desert land. I don't imagine Satan wants Sidwell to go free anyhow. How about it, Satan? Don't say anything. Don't tell them anything. I'll pay. Oh, shetcha trap, Sidwell, you dead blasted old woman. We're caught square to the mark. Take it like the man that you ain't. That's it. Take them both, man. Lock them up tight. You can't do this to me. Let me go. I'm a good man. Well, that ends that. California, Brian, the rest of the paradise people going home? Yeah, Hoppy. But would you kindly tell me how you got them here in the first place? And who the devil is, is Joe Wilson? After I escaped, I knew the only way to beat Satan was to get into town and take away his power. So I rode out, got Wilson, and brought him to paradise. After a town meeting with him back in me, we all came out to set the trap for Satan. Well, it made a big difference knowing Governor Joe Wilson was riding with us, Hoppy. Satan had us all pretty scared. But when the governor himself... Uh, Loomis, I'm sorry to trick you. But this Joe Wilson isn't the Governor Joe Wilson. What's that? But he said, we thought, well, who is he? A friend of mine, part-time lawyer, part-time cook. Works on a ranch, he used to hear. I knew I didn't have time to get the Santa Fe in bank to get the real Governor, so I drafted this Joe Wilson and hoped no one in paradise knew what the Governor looked like. Well, I'll be darned a two-bit lawyer, and we thought he was... That's all you needed, Loomis. To think the Governor was riding with you. It gave you the courage. But I have a hunch you'll never let a man like Satan ride herd on your town again. Yeah, it's mighty fine to be free again, regardless. And tonight, Brian Gehagen's going to have the swatest fight ever seen in New Mexico. I doubt it, Brian. Loomis here was elected temporary sheriff. You wrecked his saloon, remember? And from the look in his eye, I'd say you were due to spend the next 30 days in jail. Oh, no! Hoppe does it again. The terror-stricken townspeople of Paradise were able to fight Satan with his own weapons when they thought the Governor was riding with Hoppe to their rescue. In Hoppe's next story, he finds himself up against a ruthless outlaw who manages to keep his identity well-hidden as the man in the yellow mask. Don't miss this next adventure with Huffleong Cassidy. Huffleong Cassidy, starring William Boyd, is transcribed and produced in the West by Walter White Jr. A jailer named Satan was written by Herb Purdom with original music out of the personal direction of Albert Glasser. All stories are based upon the characters created by Clarence E. Mulford. This is a Commodore production.