 The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Gary Cooper in the Western Earth with Walter Brennan and Doris Davenport. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. I have a telegram here from Helen Hayes. She says, best wishes to you and the Lux Radio Theatre. May your seventh season be so good, it surpasses the other six. Just like Helen Hayes, wishing good to others. So this seems the right time, Helen, to wish you all success in your new program. But it'll be hard to top the performances you've given us in the past. I'm going to be one of your listeners next Sunday night, September 29th. I wouldn't miss the Helen Hayes opening broadcast on the CBS network for anything in the world. Good luck, Helen. We'll be listening. A few weeks ago, on a flight across this continent, I had a bird's-eye view of the jagged mountains and broad plains, the quiet towns and bustling cities, the haystacks and the smokestacks. A bird's-eye view of America. It was a panorama of achievement, a vision of freedom fulfilled. It was a script in my hand that went well with what I saw. It was the script of tonight's play, the Western Earth. A play about some of the men who dreamed America and made the dream come true. To those men, Samuel Goldwyn paid a tribute in his motion picture just released. And to them, we dedicate this radio production with the same stars you'll see on the screen. Gary Cooper, Walter Brennan, and Doris Davenport. The Westerner is a story of the March of Empire toward the setting sun, of men who shoot first and ask questions later. It's a story of one man in particular, in this rough scramble for land and power, a man with a sense of justice and a way with a gun. His name is Cole Harden, and he's played tonight by Gary Cooper. Ordinarily, Gary is no easier to pin down for a day to the microphone than he is for a speech at a banquet. But this time, I had him right in the cast of my Northwest Mounted Police, and I got my man. We're proud to present a play like the Westerner. Because it's part of the old American tradition, and it's brought to you by a modern American tradition, Lux Toilet Soap. We think that American women are the most beautiful women in the world, and we're mighty proud that so many of them use Lux Toilet Soap to help them stay that way. As our curtain rises, it's a signal for action, romance, and excitement. We begin Act One of the Westerner, starring Gary Cooper as Cole Harden, with Walter Brennan as Judge Roy Bean, and Doris Davenport as Jane Ellen Matthews. The throes of rebirth after the war between the states, America moved west, where the land was free. First came the cattlemen, and with them Judge Roy Bean, who took the law into his own hands, administering justice according to his likes. His court was a bar room. His sentences were swift and to the point. The strong limb of a tree and six feet of rope. Then into his stronghold moved another army, the homesteaders, who plowed the soil and penced the fields to bring security to their wives and children. War was inevitable. A war out of which grew the Texas of today, and the bloodiest battleground of that war was west of the Pekos. This is a hangin' on a shindig. All set, Judge. We're ready to swing the homesteader. Shared Wilkins, you've been tried and found guilty the most serious crime west of the Pekos. To wit, shooting a steer. Got anything to save yourself for the sentence this court's executed? I told you those cowherders shot at me first. I didn't mean to kill that steer on purpose. I was aiming at the man. It's your bad luck you missed him. There's the trouble with you, sod busters. You can't shoot straight. But when I moved that horse out from under you by God, you'll hang straight. Shared Wilkins, may the Lord have mercy on your soul. All right, boys. Everybody over at the bar. The drinks are on me. That's what I like to hear. A proposed toast to the greatest woman in the world. There's a picture right up there. To the fairest flower that ever bloomed. Miss Lily Langtree. Lily Langtree! Hold it, boys. Hold it. Why aren't you drinking? Didn't you hear the toast? Lily Langtree. I thought you meant your friends. I didn't know that included me. That includes every man that drinks at my bar. Glad to join you. Have you ever met Miss Langtree, Judge? No, I never met her. I never met the son and never shook hands with the moon and I've never been introduced to no class. Hey, that's all right. Too bad Lily Langtree couldn't have heard that. Have you ever seen her? No, I was an England once when she was playing at the Empire, but I... I didn't get around to it. You was an England once and you could have seen her, but you never got around it, huh? Get out of my bar. Get out of my bar. Go on. Sure, sure. I didn't do anything. To the Jersey Lily boys, Miss Lily Langtree. What's going on out there, chicken foot? Looks to me like Black Tech's bringing in another prisoner. Prisoner, huh? Hand me my law books under the bar. Get in there. Go on. Keep moving. Give us room, boys. What you got there, Black Tech? Our horse, the judge. Prisoner to the bar. Chicken foot, the law. Order in the court. Here you hear your court of vinaigro noun session. Where's the prisoner? Which one's the prisoner? I guess you're talking about me. Are you Judge Bean? That's right. Why? Well, nothing much. I've heard of you. So there's a lot of people. What's the charge, Black Tech? We caught him on Chicken Foot's horse that was stole last week. A horse, Pete? Where's he at? Right outside. Let me see. Let me see. Well, no, it is Bean. I guess we got a case, all right. People of Vinaigrooun again? You can use any name you like. Cole Harden. What are you doing in Vinaigrooun? Oh, just passing through. Homestead-y? No. Where do you hear from? Oh, no place particular. Where are you heading for? No place special. Oh, Saddlebump, huh? Well, it's all right to live on a horse if it's your own horse. Chicken foot, swear him in. You swear to tell the truth? The whole truth? Nothing but the truth to help you? Take off your hat. Now, Cole Harden, I'll tell you. Let me in. Here, here. Order. What do you want in here? Are you Bean? Yes, ma'am. Judge Roy W. Bean. My name's Jane Ellen Matthews. Yes, Miss Matthews. What can I do for you? What have you done with Shad Wilkins? Shad Wilkins? He was working in the fields when some of your wranglers came up and took him away. Shad Wilkins. Shad Wil... Oh, yeah. He was hanging around out here a while back, but he ain't around now. Your men not only took him away, but they tore down the fence. Now, the stick of it was left standing. That's so. Yes, that's so, and you didn't even pretend you don't know about it. Well, don't surprise me, nun. It's again the law to build fences hereabouts. What law? Who's law? Mine. Now you listen to me, Mr. Bean. Judge Bean. You're no more a judge than I am. I wouldn't say that if now's you. I might consider it contempt of court. It's contempt, all right. You call this a court? I do, and it happens to be in session right now. South East, get the young lady a chair. Now you sit down, Matthews. Now tend your case in a minute. Cole Harden, you're charged with stealing the horse. Guilty or not guilty? Not guilty. Where's exhibit A? Huh? Where's the horse? Bring in the horse chicken foot. Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Look out. Miss Matthews, when cattle can't get to water, they die. There's miles of river on each side of our homestead. This country's unfenced range landed all its wars, and all its will be. Get in there. Get in there. All right, Judge. There he is. Whoa, boy. Cole Harden, it's my duty to inform you that the last knee of an equine is a capital offense, punishable by death. But you can rest assured that in this court, a horse thief always gets a fair trial before he's hung. Chicken foot, that's your horse? Oh, sure he is. The ownership of the horse clearly established it belongs to chicken foot, that's Marulan. Well, I don't contest it, Your Honor. Maybe the horse does belong to chicken foot here, but I didn't steal it. How'd you get it then? I bought it. Ah! Order in the court. That already good to see? That's all. No, it's not. I'm not going to stay here and see anybody railroaded like this. Miss Matthews, I don't recollect you as summoned as a witness in this trial. What kind of a trial is it when a prisoner isn't even allowed to have anybody speak for him? You an attorney, Miss? I'm as much an attorney as you are a judge. You know this man? No, I don't. Ever seen him before? No, but... Can you prove he didn't steal the horse? No, but... Then he don't need no lawyer. This man was caught and a stolen horse and missed your six in. That's pretty face of evidence. The case is closed and that's Marulan. Yes, and it's just like all your rulings. The courtroom will now be cleared of everybody, except in the judge, the jury, the prisoner and the witnesses. I guess that means you, Miss Matthews. I'll go. I don't want to see anymore. Murder, that's what it is. This man hasn't got a chance and you know it. But you never give anybody a chance. You didn't give us one when you stamp either the cattle over our crops. You thought you'd starve the homesteaders out, but you didn't. You can pester us and rob us and kill us, but you can't stop us. Because there'll always be more coming, more and more. And we'll stay on our farms in spite of you and your courtroom and your killer. By gov, she's all right. She'd make a good cattle man. It wasn't for Lillie, I'd marry her. Gentlemen of the jury, you heard the case. Again, they accused Pro and Corn. And now I guess you better retire to consider a verdict. Chicken foot. You better take Peter out for a little fresh air. All right. Take him out, Bart. I've got work to do. Jury to the rear. Come on now. You suppose it's all right for the prisoner to take a drink? Why, sure, we don't aim to inflict no cruel or unusual punishment on a man, even if he is a horse thief. Join me, your honor. Don't mind if we do. Don't spill none of that liquor, son. It eats right into the bar. Well, here's to the most beautiful lady, the beautiful lady on the wall, Miss Lillie Langtree. Say, is that a bullet in her face? Yeah, and the man that fired that bullet was hauled out of here feet first. Is that so? Well, he ought to be. Any man that had shoot at a picture of Lillie Langtree ought to be killed. It's just retribution. You wouldn't admire Miss Lillie's too? Well, that's putting it mildly. She's the most beautiful woman I ever met. Met? Met? You mean to tell me you met Lillie Langtree, the real her and the flesh? Oh, many times. Wonderful actress. How'd you get to know her? Well, that's a long story, judge. A mighty fine liquor. What do you call it? Rubber the brush. Go on. Did you get to know her real well? It's got character. I said, did you get to know her real well? Now, judge, a gentleman never discusses a lady in a bar room. Who said it's a bar room? This is a courtroom. Tell me, is she as pretty as them pictures? The picture's never been made that can do justice to Lillie Langtree. See, is she good natured? An angel. I'll never forget the night we met here. Go on. What's she like? I'll never forget it as long as I live. You've been down around Lana Bay, ain't you? Oh, sure. Well, you know how it is at sunset? You can look out and that water ain't exactly blue and it ain't exactly purple. It's a kind of color a man can feel, but he can't put a name to. Yeah? Well, that's Lillie's eyes. My gosh. How about a hair? Her hair? Oh, well, that's a tough one, judge. Well, now, well, you know, you know how bright and coppery and gold-like a young chestnut horse is running in the bright sun? Yeah. Well, her hair is something like that in the daytime. You mean it's different at night? Well, not different, but just sort of more so. My gosh. I got a lock of her hair, but you mean to tell me you actually got the real... Well, I don't suppose you'd ever part with that lock of hair no matter what a man is willing to give. A man don't trade things like that. Of course not. See, let's have a look at it. Well, I haven't got it with me. Where's your dad? It's with my stuff, an El Paso. An El Paso, huh? I suppose you could write for it. Sure. Wouldn't take long to get here by mail, coach? Oh, about two or three weeks. Two or three weeks, huh? Yeah, about. Jury's ready, judge. Come on in. Well, what's the verdict? Well, you know what the verdict is. Guilty. Haddon, there's only one thing it can do. Your sentence to hang, that's maruling. Turn loose to prisoners' hands, boys. But, judge, you just rule that... I didn't finish maruling. The court sentenced the prisoner to hang, but the court didn't say when. So long as there's a reasonable doubt... What reasonable doubt, judge? We caught him with chicken foot's horse. There ain't any room for... Order! I've been talking to the prisoner. He's a friend of Lily Langtree's. Stands to reason no friend of Lily Langtree's goes around stealing horses. Least ways there's a reasonable doubt. His sentence is suspended for... for two or three weeks until it can look into the matter further. That's maruling. Courts adjourned. Can I get a drink now? Sure you can. Hi, Evans. Evening, judge. What'll it be? Jersey Lily's special. Ain't seen you for some time, Evans. Nope. Went up north. Just rode in. Er, pardon, mister. Yeah? What's on your mind? I heard you say you've been up north. Say, you don't happen to have a twin brother, do ya? No, I haven't. Then maybe you better pay me that money, you owe me. You're a local brother. I don't know you nothing. You owe me $60. Get away from me. $60. Get away, I tell ya. Say, look, mister, I don't happen to have a gun on me. But I want that money and I want it now. What are you... Let him have it. Give him room, boys. Give him room. And all the rooms of the court are going to bear an indifference of opinion. It's work, Harden. Thanks. Now, with the permission of the court, I'll just take my $60 out of his pocket. Give me just a minute. I ain't sure that's legal. Er, well, it is in this case. You see, this friend of yours is the man who sold me that horse. What? He sold it for me. Get him up off that floor. I'll knock this... Look out, chicken foot. He's got you covered. Put away that gun, Evans. I'm going out that door. Anybody makes a move, I'll drop him. That goes double for me. Put down that gun. I'm warning you. Come on, you... Move! Right through the heart. That's where I aimed. How much he got in his pockets? Let me see. $84.06. You find $80 for disorderly conduct and $4.06 for carrying concealed weapons. You mean get some rope and string him up? String him up? Why, he's dead already. We're hanging horse thieves, don't we? String him up like I tell you. All right. You can have his horse an outfit. Come on, have a drink. Rubber the brush. Rubber the brush. Say when, son. I guess I can match that. Well, son, here's to a lock of Miss Lily's here. That's coming from El Paso. Right. Better have another one on that. Make it a good one this time. Say when, son. Good boy. I woke you. I was just leaving. Oh, stranger. Come here quick. What's the matter? Straighten out my neck, will you? Grab hold of me, head down, jerk it quick. Thank you. Here's my neck. You see I was hung once, but my friends cut me down in time. Now, when I don't live right, why, the creek comes back on me. Now, who are you anyhow? What are you doing here? Well, don't you remember? I'm the fellow that filled out the inside straight on one chicken foot's horse. He's waiting outside for me now. Saddled and ready to go. Well, so long, Judge. Nice to have met you. One chicken foot's horse. Inside straight. I never saw him before in my life. Man's crazy. I buy gobs that lock of hair. Hey, you! Come back here! Come back! Come back, you! What's all the excitement, Judge? Get out of my way. I gotta catch that fella. Get me a horse. Anybody's horse quick. Pull up that horse! Stop! Are you here? Sorry, Judge, I'm in the hurry. Pull up that horse. I'll buy gobs. I'll pull you down off of it. That lock of hair. Lily's hair. You promised to write you a pencil for it, don't you remember? We drank on it. When are you going to do it, huh? You ain't going to crawfish. No. The first post office I come to. Oh, oh, oh, Nick. Straighten her out with your son. Thanks. You mangy old scorpion. You might have got us both killed. Here, Pete. Come on, fella. That's a boy. Come on, now, easy. Hey, son. Where you going? California. What do you want to go to California for? See the Pacific Ocean. You're just like the Gulf down Atlanta Bay. It's bigger. Why don't you stay around Vinegar in a while? We could have a lot of fun together, you and me. We could talk about Lily and... No, I'm on my way. Listen, it's a great country here west of the Pekas. Well, it could really make something of itself. Why, when I first come here, I didn't have nothing. Now, I'm boss of the whole section. That's mighty fine, Judge. You know, you know, I sort of caught into you the first time I've seen you. Why don't you put in with me? Well, I tell you, Judge, it's nice of you to ask me, but I'm heading for California and nothing short of hanging can stop me. Wait a minute. You can't go. You're under suspended sentence for horse stealing. Why, you hung Evans for that. You're under suspended anyhow. Who are you? What do I know about you? How do I know they ain't looking for you? You're under arrest for disorderly conduct, for disturbing the peace, for vagrancy, and you're on your way back to town with me, and that's my ruling. Sorry, Judge. Come back here. Thanks for everything. Come back or I'll shoot. No, you won't. I won't, huh? I'll show you. Thank God she stole my gun. Gary Cooper, Walter Brennan, and Doris Davenport come back to the microphone for the second act of the Westerner. But now, Mr. DeMille is a special guest here on our stage to introduce to you. Just before our broadcast of September 9th, ladies and gentlemen, the telephone rang and my secretary informed me that Russell Patterson, the famous artist, was calling from New York. I was reasonably certain that Russ didn't want to use me as a model, and he didn't. However, that call led to the appearance here tonight of the lovely Miss Vera Gilmer, the modern cameo girl. Miss Gilmer, will you and Mr. Ruick tell the story from the beginning? Certainly will, Mr. DeMille, and thank you. Well, Miss Gilmer, suppose you tell us what you were doing about two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, Mr. Ruick, I was a photographer's model in New York, but it seems like two years ago, so much has happened. Just how did it all happen? Well, Russell Patterson called me up one day and asked me if I'd like to go to Hollywood. I thought perhaps one of my friends was playing a joke on me, but I said yes anyway. Then I discovered it wasn't a joke at all. He had picked me as the modern cameo girl. And the trip to Hollywood? You see, Mr. Patterson listened to the Lux Radio Theatre and heard about the Scarlett O'Hara broaches you're offering, and he seemed to think that I was the modern cameo girl. I quite agree with Russell Patterson. Well, he telephoned Mr. DeMille from New York and told him about the idea, and it seems that Mr. DeMille said, send her out. So here I am, just after my first trip in a plane and a TWA straddle liner at that. I'll bet that was thrilling. 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And one of these was Jane Ellen Matthews. Your cowards, that's what you are. Afraid of your own shadows. This is our land. It belongs to us. We have a right to be here and it's our duty to stay here. We hired out for farm work, Miss. Land's no fit place to homestead in. Land's no good when there's all this lead flying over it. You'd shoot back, maybe they'd stop bothering you. We did shoot back. Lord of Chad Wilkins, he ain't a trying it no more. Chad Wilkins is only one man. My daughter's right in a lot of ways. She says you've a duty to stay and it is a duty. To open this country, make it free. We're the lawless, Miss Matthews, but we don't want no part of it. Come on, Jack. They call themselves men. I told you what it'd be like, Mr. Matthews. My hands quit the same way yesterday. But you're going to stay. You're not going to leave Wade. I own my land. I'll stay all right. But we've got to do something and do it faster. There won't be a hired hand left in the country. What can we do? We can fight fire with fire. There's enough homesteaders left that feel the same way I do. We can give Judge Bean the same thing he gave Chad Wilkins. No, Wade. That's not the way. Just more killing and more bloodshed. We can't win like that. Maybe. And I got to get over to the farm. Aren't you going to stay for supper? I'll be back. Father. Yes? You suppose Wade meant what he said. Well, there's no telling about Wade. I was thinking, though, maybe if some of us did see Roy Bean, appeal to him for justice. Justice. If you'd seen him yesterday, pretending to try that prisoner. Well, the man didn't have a chance. He... What's the matter? Oh, that man. The one I was just... I saw him playing his day looking in the window. Well, you were seeing things, Jane Ellen. They hanged that man. I saw him, I tell you. Who's there? Am I intruding? Oh, no. You're not. I thought you were a ghost. I guess you're partly to blame. I'm not. I just stopped by to thank you. Father, this is Mr... Pardon. Welcome, Mr. Harden. You mean to tell me Bean tried you and you didn't hang? Well, your daughter was my lawyer. I guess she's the one that got me off. I knew you weren't a horse thief. Thanks. What made you so sure? Oh, I just knew. Are you working anywhere, son? No, no, I'm heading for California. I see. Well, Mr. Harden, I suppose a body that's just been hanged is apt to be a bit hungry. You can stay for supper. Well, I don't want to put you out any. Oh, no, not at all. Sit down here, Mr. Harden. Thank you. You're very kind. I think he likes it here, Jane Ellen. Wouldn't surprise me if we've got him. What's he doing now? Out feeding these horse. Looks good and strong. Probably could take the place of two men. I was thinking that. I was also thinking you might add on a little more welcome. How do you mean? Oh, just keep smiling at him, and if it should come up, not your like, you might mention what a handsome man he is. Can't do any harm. Father, I'm not going to. Look out. Everything all right, Harden? Fine, thanks. Go see about your bunk. Oh, don't trouble. No trouble at all. Uh, can I give you a hand? Oh, no thanks. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable. Well, I won't argue with you. If I had to wash dishes, I guess I'd give up eating. Well, what do you do about the dishes when you're home? Home? You mean in a house? Well, you live in a house, don't you? No, ma'am. My house is all out there, all one room with the sky for a roof. Pretty big place. Yeah, got some space to rent. And California's your next stop, huh? California. Yeah, but I don't stop. Oregon next, I guess. Well, all places are just the same. Wouldn't you rather stay a little longer in some places? Nope, they're all the same. Beautiful when you leave them. It's, well, it's like the turtles. They carry their houses with them. If I had to build me a house, I'd have it on wheels. Not me. I'd want my house so that nothing could ever move it. Down so deep that an earthquake couldn't shake it, a cyclone would be just another wind going by. Well, you say who wants to be a turtle? And I say, I hope you'll be very happy in your house. Well, I guess I'll be getting along. Oh, say, wait a minute. What? I'll bet I know something we would agree on. What's that? Well, in about a week now, we're going to house the corn. And I'll bet you'll agree that that's fun. Huh? Husking corn, fun? Yes. I'd rather wash dishes. Oh. Well, it was a fine supper and good cooking. Oh, Mr. Harden. Huh? You're a very handsome man, you know. I doubt that, but I'm a very, very tired one. Good night. There he goes. Oh, that was fine, Mr. Harden. Yeah. If anybody told me yesterday I'd be playing tag in a cornfield with a lot of cows, I'd... If we had some men that would ride fence, there wouldn't be any cows in the cornfield. That's right, isn't it? You know, you were sure cute last night, Miss Matthews. Well, what was cute about me? Well, in the first place, I've never been so welcome anywhere in my life. And when I said I didn't like picking corn, well, that was when you were cute. Now you're making fun of me. Well, it's more fun than picking corn. Gene Allen! Harden! Hey, look at your father. Wonder what's up. Father, what is it? I tried to stop him. They wouldn't listen to me. Wade. Oh, yes. It's the wrong thing to do. I begged him not to. Who? What happened? Wade hoppers rounded up some of the men. The homesteaders, they're going to town to lynch Judge Bean. When did they leave? About an hour ago. They took our wagon. Get off that horse, quick. Where are you going? Into town. California, you ready? Hey, you got to get out of here and don't stop for nothing. Did you write to El Paso? Hey, listen, just get on your horse and get because they're after you. Did you write to... Who's after me? The homesteaders. They're going to string you up. Why, that bunch of plow-pushing, sod-busting... They're outside right now. A whole wagon load of them. A wagon load? Well, I can handle the train load of my tear the livers out. Get in that back room. What for? Let go. I'm locking you in there until I leave. You're locking nobody in now. Shoot them away or I'll... Get in there. Good morning, gentlemen. What'll it be? It'll be Roy Bean. Where is he? He's out for a while. Oh, that's because you came down here and warned him. I told you Judge Bean is out. All right, we'll wait. I'll now cheat you. Wait, Judge. I'm handling this. Keep your hands up, all of you. Cool. Start collecting them shotguns and set them down this into a bar easy like. Go on. Drop your rifles, boys. He's holding the cards right now. I'll take yours. They go, you crazy. Thanks. The drinks are on me, gentlemen. We're not drinking with you, Harden, or him, either. I ain't serving none of my liquor to no bunch of tomato kiss and plough-pushing. Now, Judge, we don't want any harsh words to spoil this friendly little get-together. Get-together? Why, this pack of weasels invade the dignity of my courtroom? Come in here armed with malice or forethought to kick up a rumpus? Now, look, you... You being a judge, you know there's always two sides to any question. Now, these men have come here with a legitimate grievance. We're not asking you to speak for us, Harden. No, not me, either. Well, that makes it unanimous. I'm going to talk for the both of you. There's a law here against fence and land that seems nothing short of murder to people raising crops. But it's common sense to men running cattle. I've seen this kind of war before. The cattlemen came in first, and then the homesteaders moved in and fenced them out. They had crops for a year and then a dry spell, a drought. So the homesteaders moved out and the Russian thistle and the gymsome weed moved in. And the big spaces were all broken up by little quarter sections. And the homesteads left empty. And the houses caved in. And the land no good for man or cattle. Yeah, you spoiled the land in the east. Now you come here to spoil this land. Oh, this here's a big country. Yeah, but it ain't big enough for cattlemen and homesteaders, and it never will be. Now clear out of here. That's maruling. All right, Bean. We're going. We're going back to build our fences. If you do, you better build coffins along with them. You sure told them off, son. Yep, and now I'm going to tell you off. I'm sorry I stopped them from lynching you. They got a right to defend their homesteads. This ain't homestead land. You just said so yourself. The government didn't say so. I'm the government here by gobs. I don't see how you can talk up a scum like that. Well, they've proved up on their land and they've got deeds to it. When you make war on them, you're making war on their women and kids too. Those people were starved out last year. I heard about those cattle being stampeded over their crops and there's too many strays running loose in that valley right now. Only they're not strays. What do you want me to do? Rest them, cattle and find them a couple of dollars a piece for trespass? Now look, those people don't take up much room with their little shirt-sized pieces of land. Why don't you be a real judge for all the people? Why don't you try to see their side of it and help them instead of fight them? Make peace around here instead of war. There's plenty of room for everybody. Then everybody would look up to you. Then someday maybe they'd put up a statue there in the street, a statue with carbon on it, to Roy Bean, a real judge. What are you doing? Catching a fish? I guess I'm wasting my time. Hold on, wait a minute. Did you write that letter to the old parcel yet? No. You promised we drank on it. I didn't have to write it. I had to lock a hair on me all the time. You did? Well, why didn't you give it to me then? If I had given it to you, you'd have hung me, wouldn't you? You might have at that. Let's have a look at it, would you? I haven't got it on me. You're suffering, bleeding, chicker-moggy. Where's it at? Well, I left it over at the Matthews Place. Oh, how is she? Come on, I'll ride right over there with you. No, you won't. You mean you're going to crawfish? He ain't going to give it to me? Sure, I'll give it to you. When? When the last steer is out of that valley. All right. I'll pass the wood around to the boys. No, you don't. You're going to help run those cattle out and I'm going along with you to see that it's done. Don't you trust me, Cole? When I was a kid, I had a pet rattlesnake. I was fond of it. But I wouldn't turn my back on it. You all right. I'm going back now and gather my stuff. And that lock of hair. Yep. The lock of hair. I'll remember. Why are you stopping? California's that way. Oh, I don't seem to be in favor here. Anything wrong? They told me you spoke up for bean, Mr. Harden. Well, I... Well, I did try to tell them bean's point of view. Why didn't you tell them ours? Well, I did that too. And we got together. You won't have to patrol your fields any longer. The judge gave me his word. They'd round up all the cattle in this valley and take them out of here. You think he'd keep his word? Well, I'm going along with him to see that he does. You mean it, don't you? Yes, I'm. Now, there's just one more thing I'd like to say. What? Let me look at you. No. No, you're not the prettiest girl I ever saw. Well, that's good news. Who asked you? But you got the prettiest hair I ever saw. Oh, thank you. I never saw anything like it. Could I... could I clip a lock of it? No, you can't. Will you clip one? No, I won't. Kind of a deadlock, isn't it? But I sure would like to have it. You don't suppose I could sort of talk you into it, do you? I doubt it. Well, sit down, will you? I, uh, I brought along a pair of scissors. You know, just, just in case. At least here. It's genuine, ain't it? Cut it off with my own hands. By God. Remember, you set every steer out of the valley by harvest time, and that's around next week. They'll be out. You got my word. I hope so. They're figuring on a little celebration. I'd hate to disappoint them. It's hard to believe. Not a steer around for miles, and the crop half-reaped. It's too good to be true. Don't be so gloomy, Wade. We're celebrating the occasion, not brooding over it. Just the same, it's funny. I don't trust them, Mr. Matthews. Shall we go back? No, Cole. Not yet. There's something I want to show you. All right. Tell me something. What do you ever do with that lock of hair? Oh, your hair. Why, I... Show it to me. Oh, nobody can see that. Not even you. Look, Cole. There's what I wanted to show you. The best piece of homestead land in the whole country. Used to belong to one of the hired men that left us. Now it's anybody's you just claim it. Yeah. See, that's a fine piece of land, all right. Yep. See, look at the feet up on those slopes over there. And that strip along the bottom's fine for wheat or corn. That little knoll right there. It's just begging for a house. Do you know how to build a house? No. Well, you... Well, you have the kitchen there and the bedroom there and the parlor right smack here in the middle. Yes, and it would have to have the right things in it, too. What sort of things? Oh, fires and lamp light. The smell of coffee in the morning and sound of rain on the roof. You make it sound pretty nice. It couldn't be on wheels, though. It'd be there to stay. Hmm. When you talk about it, it don't sound bad. Cole. Hey, what's that? I don't know. Look, fire. The wheat fields are on fire. What's happening? Go to your homes, everybody. Protect your houses. Who did it? Judge Bean and his men. There's a fire to every field in the valley. Go to your homes. Bean and his men. Go to your homes. You told me he promised to let us alone. He gave me his word. Our home crops burning to the ground. That's how good his word is in yours, too. Jane Ellen. You knew we were going to be burned out. You must have known. That's why you hurt it all the cattle out so they wouldn't be burned with the crops. You don't believe that, Jane Ellen. Get away from me. Don't you touch me. I hate you. I hate you. In just a moment, Mr. DeMille and our stars, Gary Cooper, Walter Brennan and Doris Davenport will bring you Act 3 of the Western Earth. While we're waiting, I'm going to ask Sally to read you a letter from Mrs. Henry R. Stearns of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Mrs. Stearns is one of the thousands of women who asked the makers of Lux Toilets Oak to send her one of the exquisite Scarlett O'Hara brooches that we first told you about on this program two weeks ago. You ready, Sally? Mm-hmm. Mrs. Stearns writes, Dear Mr. Ruick, I get so much pleasure out of wearing my lovely Scarlett O'Hara brooch. 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There's a ring, bracelet, pendant, earrings, all of the same lovely design and all at amazing bargain prices. This offer is good only in the United States. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Curtain rises on the third act of the Westerner. Throughout the night, the fire rages, sweeping across the Green Valley, turning the houses to heaps of gray ash, the fertile fields to a sea of smoldering black. In the desolate dawn, the homesteaders move slowly across the plain to a new and more friendly land. But there's one who stays behind, a victim of hate and lawlessness. Jane Ellen's father, buried now beneath the soil he loved so well. A man that is born of woman, has but a short time to live. He comes up and just cuts down like a flower. He fleeth as if it were a shadow and never continues in one's day. In the midst of life, we are in death. Jane Ellen, I just heard about your father. I came to see if I could help. They ran him down with their horses. Judge Bean's men. He tried to stop them and they killed him. The wagon trains left. The homesteaders have all gone, Jane Ellen. I'm staying. Nobody's gonna drive me away from my land. Not with cattle or fire, killing my father or anything else. I'll be here long after Bean and his gang of murders are gone. Sure you will. And me too. I don't want you. I don't want any of Roy Bean's friends around me. I don't need your help. I can do what I have to do alone. So can I. I'll be back, Jane Ellen. This town, Peter 4, known as Binagaroon, is hereby christened Langtree. Langtree, Texas. Give a woman a whole town of four, but I'm not doing it. And from now on, this whole section's gonna bloom like the Jersey Lillie yourself. Miss Langtree's coming soon to play a night over in Fort Davis. I want every legal resident of Langtree, Texas to go over and see their godmother this year town. A town of cattlemen. For cattlemen and by gobs run by cattlemen. I'm dishing out free beer to one and all. And anybody found sober after sundown is liable to arrest for disorderly conduct. And that's maruling. Let her go. I'd like to see you for a minute, judge. Why, Cole, by gobs, man, I'm glad to see you. I never wanted to see a man so much before in my life. What for? What for? Why don't you know what for? She's coming to Fort Davis. Lillie Langtree's coming to Fort Davis. Lillie Langtree? Lillie Langtree, yeah. And you and me are going over there together. You're gonna introduce me to her. By gobs are going to meet her. I just can't believe it. I want to talk to you, judge. Yeah, all right. And look, what I got to tell her when I see her. See that sign over there? Langtree. That's the name of this town. A great town after a great woman. I said I wanted to talk to you. Sure, Cole. This is a great day. I tell you, it's the greatest day in the history of Texas. Come on inside. I'll fix you a drink. Say when, son? When. Huh? What's the matter with you? Nothing. Quite a fire, wasn't it? Huh? Oh, the fire. Yeah, wasn't it, though? Yeah. Too bad. Yeah. I wonder who was behind it. Oh, fire. I don't need nothing behind it. Fire has a way of moving all its own. Here's how, Cole. Wait a minute. Before I drink with you, judge, I want to know you had nothing to do with it. Me? Why? How can you say a thing like that? Didn't I round up all them cattle for you? Wasn't I right in here in town when the fire broke out? Didn't I... Well, I was. And what's more, I ain't got no idea who done it. Now, drink up. Don't you believe me? No. Now, listen, son. I told you how it was, and I don't want you calling me no liar. Now, drink hearty. Will you swear by that? There ain't no reason it should be, but I'm willing. All right. I swear I had nothing to do with it. I swear by the revised statutes. By gobs, if there was a Bible in town, I'd... Where is that locker hair? Huh? That locker hair. Where is it? Right here with me. Let me see it. Will you swear on that? Will you? All right. It was me. I burned their houses and the crops. I run the environments out, and if you think I'm sorry, you're crazy. I'm proud and glad to rid the country of them. It was either them or us, and now the rain grass will grow back. In some day, the cattlemen will put up a statue of me out there in the street, and they'll ride on it to Judge Roy Bean. He give us back the land. You get warrants in Fort Davis, don't you? Yeah, that's where they get them, but they don't know how to spell my name. It's been tried before. I'll get one. Cole! And this time, you're gonna get what's coming to you. Cole. You and me's fringe. I'd done what I had to. You think I was wrong, but if it was my own son come over here with a warrant, he'd have to be first on the draw. I aim to be, unless I get it in the back before I get out of here. So long, Cole. Raise your right hand. You, Cole Hardin, solemnly swear to carry out the duties of Deputy Sheriff according to the law and in the best interest of the state and citizens thereof. Yes, sir. I do. Here's your warrant for Roy Bean. Good luck, Hardin. Quiet! Go ahead, Chickenfoot. I tell you, I've seen Cole Hardin over in Fort Davis. I was buying those tickets for a little lankery for you, and I've seen him coming out of the Sheriff's office with a star on his shirt. You're the one-tracked mind, ain't he? The deputy, huh? If I was you, Judge, I wouldn't go anywhere as near as Fort Davis to see the best actress ever was. How do you know he ain't hitting the door track? Them ombries is just waiting down there for you. Why, you pack of yellow bellies? Chickenfoot, give me them tickets. You mean you're going to Fort Davis alone? Not by a jugful, I ain't. You're all going with me as a guard on a right-up-the-opery house. But I'm going in alone. I bought out the whole house just for me, see? I ain't sharing the jersey to Lily with no one. Come on! Get off! I'm the deserted judge. Yeah. They must've heard I was on my way. There's the opera house. Pull up. All right, boys. Tie your horses over there. Take your places outside the theater and stay there. I want strict privacy all during the show. You'll get it. I'm going in now. Chickenfoot, give me one of them tickets. Your seat's over here. My seat's anywhere I want to sit. Yes, yes, certainly, but... Right here'll do. When does Miss Langtreet want to play? Well, as soon as the curtain goes up, sir. Well, when's that? Well, when the audience is here. You're the first one to die. I'm the only one. You can start right now. But I don't... I'm the audience. I'm the only one here. Except me, Judge. Why you? Don't make a move for your gun. Usher, you better beat it. Yes, certainly. Now, look, Judge. I'm coming over there. I'm coming over to get you. Yeah, you better come a shooting. I'm hoping that won't be necessary. It depends where they are, Judge. Dippity now, hey, Cole? Yep. That star on your shirt makes a right good target. Yeah. I hate to do this, Cole. Maybe I'll beat you to it. All right, let's see. Judge. You see what you've done? You stopped the show. How are we going to see Lily? We've waited a long time for this. Now... Now it's too late. No, no it isn't. She's back there now, waiting to see you. What? She knows all about you. She wants to meet you. She told me so herself. She wants to... She wants to meet me. Help me. Help me stand up. There she is. She's coming right here. I can stand her own. Turn me loose. Miss Langtree? Yes. Miss Langtree, I'd like to present an old admirer, Judge Roy Bean. How do you do? I'm... I'm pleased to... to meet you, ma'am. Judge, there's your house, Mrs. Harden. The last nail's driven. And the last stone's in place. Not a wheel inside. Oh, Cole, it's wonderful. Look. Hey, look across the valley. Why? It's a homesteaders. They're coming back again. Yeah, wagons, as far as I can see. Coming back in peace to build a state. It's the promised land. Ray Cooper, Walter Brennan, and Doris Davenport are back at the microphone. Without six shooters. Things are a little calmer in the state of Texas these days, aren't they, Gary? Well, we were all down there last week, CB. It was pretty lively around Fort Worth and Dallas. We all had a grand time at the premiere of the Westerner. The people in Dallas and Fort Worth really got out the red carpet for us. But nobody shot at us. Maybe they liked the picture. Gary, I think your idea of audience criticism may be just a bit dated. It's the judge being influenced. If my memory doesn't fail me, the judge was not exactly fiction. No, sir, he's a lot too real for the good health of quite a few people. As a matter of fact, CB, we met a fellow that used to work for him while we were making the Westerner. I was at the top of a train. Was there any gold on the train? No, just Lily Langtree. That was the judge's way, rather, of inviting her to the town of Langtree. How romantic. What happened, Gary? Well, the fellow missed the train. The judge never let him come back to town again. I suppose that's why he's still alive. You know, Mr. DeMille, this is the first time I've ever been in a Lux Radio Theater. But I'm a regular listener and a regular Lux soap user, too. As a matter of fact, I'm a good customer of yours long before I started working in pictures. Lux soap agreed with my skin from the very first time I tried it. So, naturally, I've used it ever since. Another Lux soap booster, CB. More than Mary, Gary. And I think we'll have a lot of boosters for next week's play, too. What's it gonna be, CB? Next Monday night, Walter, we're going to have Claudette Colbert and Fred McMurray on the stage. And you'll hear them in the play His Girl Friday. It's adapted from the Columbia Picture success and brings Claudette to this microphone as a wise-cracking girl reporter. Fred McMurray is the boss editor. But bossing a reporter like Claudette Colbert is no easy job. Add the fact that the reporter was formerly the editor's wife and the sum of the situation for us is a brilliant comedy romance next Monday night. Well, that sounds good to me, CB, and I'll be in the audience. Good night. Good night. That was great play action tonight, Claudette. Well, Gary, check your guns at the stage door. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilets Oak, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Claudette Colbert and Fred McMurray in His Girl Friday. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Here is important news for those of you who live in communities not operating on daylight saving time. If you live in a community which does not operate on daylight saving time, you will hear this program beginning next Monday night one hour later than here before. Heard in tonight's play were Lou Merrill as Chickenfoot, Fred Shields as Wade, Harry Humphrey as Caliphate, Donald Curtis as Blackjack, John Deering as Shad Wilkins, Brooks Benedict as Bart, Jay Michael as Evans, Ted Arthur as Hod, Hal K Dawson as Theatre Manager, Forrest Taylor as Farmer, and Gloria Holden as Lily Langtree. The stars of The Westerner appeared tonight through the courtesy of Samuel Goldrune. The Scarlett O'Hara brooch, offered you by the makers of Lux Toilet Soap is designed after one worn by Vivian Lee and Gone with the Wind, the Selznick International Picture produced by David O. Selznick and released by Metro-Goldrune Mayor. Our music is directed by Louis Silvers and your announcer has been Melville Roig. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.