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Colonel Crown Is a Mad Man | Dr. Sixgun (09-30-54)
Original Air Date: September 30, 1954Host: Andrew RhynesShow: Dr. SixgunPhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• Karl Weber (Dr. Sixgun)• William Griffis (Pablo) Writers:• George Lefferts Producer:• Fred Weihe Music:• Art Ryerson Exit music from: Roundup...
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Welcome to the old time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Rines and I'm excited to bring you another episode absolutely free. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. Now let's get into this episode.
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Across the rugged Indian territory rides a tall young man on the mission of mercy. His medical bag strapped on one hip, his six shooter on the other. This is Dr. Six Gun, another episode in the exciting adventure series Dr. Six Gun. Ray Matson, M.D. was the gun toting frontier doctor who roamed the length and breadth of the old Indian territory. Friend and physician to white man and Indian alike, the symbol of justice and mercy. In the lawless west of the 1870s, this legendary figure was known to all as Dr. Six Gun. What do you think makes the perfect snack? Hmm, it's gotta be when I'm really craving it and it's convenient. Could you be more specific? When it's cravenient. Okay, like a freshly baked cookie made with real butter, available right down the street at a.m. p.m. Or a savory breakfast sandwich I can grab in just a second at a.m. p.m. I'm seeing a pattern here. Well yeah, we're talking about what I crave, which is anything from AM PM what more could you want? Stop by AMPM where the snacks and.
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Drinks are perfectly craveable and convenient.
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That's cravenience. Him too much good stuff. I am Pablo the Gypsy. A prevail of fine treasures. A bearer of gifts. Well, if you must. A peddler. My place of business, a thousand mile trail in the Indian territory. This is my business associate, Mr. Midnight. A talking raven and although he never says much of consequence, he is a good companion. We have a friend, Midnight and I. Perhaps you've heard of him, Dr. Six Gun. We three have had many adventures together. Like the one which began one half afternoon I was on the road to Hawthorpe City with a cartload of three linkage to sell to the cavalry as I rode out on the retreat of Loredo. What's the matter? You. You object to my singing over my pie or do you see something? All right, all right. Just horse. Move, peddler. I am like a statue. Drop your gun. Pablo has no gun. No gun? No gun. Get down off the wagon. Good. Walk over here behind this rock. Really? Well. Stop. Help me up. Help me up, I said, or I'll kill you. You are bleeding badly, I know that. Help me up. Very well. Now get me to your wagon. Very well. You have been beaten badly, my friend. I don't need your sympathy. Now help me up on the wagon. If you will permit me to. To take you to a doctor. Just I say. I think you had better do as I say, friend. You are in no condition to fight. I can pull a trigger. I can pull Come Midnight, I think we had better take this stranger to Dr. Sixcom before he dies. Oh, easy fella. Let's take it easy. Hand me those spirits, Pablo. Here. What? Who are you? This is my friend, Dr. Six Guard. Now you are safe. Oh. Who beat you this way, stranger? Nobody. These marks on your back weren't self inflicted. I fell. What's your name? Smith. You rank? What do you mean rank? You're a cavalry trooper. Says who? Says the callus on your saber hand. Also your boots. The fact those clothes are obviously not yours. Well, I suppose it was crazy to think I'd get away. I suppose you tell me the truth. What happened? My name is dale Franklin, Sergeant, U.S. cavalry. Where? Station Ford, Apache. Who beat you? Brock. Brock. Sergeant Hamilton Brock. Colonel Crown's private executioner. Sergeant of the disciplinary platoon. Disciplinary platoon? Yeah. You were in the guardhouse. They call it the slaughterhouse at Fort Apache these days. Are you trying to tell me that the commanding officer permits prisoners to be beaten like this? Not just beaten, doctor. Staked in the sun for 10 hours, kept in a hole like a dog made to eat out of a dish on the ground. Take it easy, soldier. You're all right now. Yeah. I've met Colonel Crown many times. He impressed me as a stern but fair commander. You haven't met him lately. Why didn't you see the military surgeon, Dr. McKenzie? Dr. McKenzie has been dead for over a month. I didn't know. How did he die? He was murdered. By whom? I don't know. They must suspect someone. They do. Who?
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Me.
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I see. Did you kill him?
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Then why did you escape? I told you. Brock was beating me. Yeah. Well, I have to return you. I. I can't keep it deserted. No, I suppose not. Are you afraid of facing trial? No. Well, then I'm afraid I won't live to face trial. I find it hard to believe that Colonel Cron had permit such treatment of prisoners. In case you don't know it, Doctor, Colonel Crown is a madman. Do you think you're qualified to judge? I think so. Well, we'll have to turn you in. Sergeant Franklin. You don't seem frightened. I'm tired of running, Doctor. You know what they'll do to you for attempting to desert. Yes, sir. Well, Brock will kill me. Well, come in, Doctor. Come in. Hi. It's good to see you after all these months. You're looking well, Colonel Crown. Strange you should come to see me. I was going to send a messenger to you. Oh, yes. I'm without a contract surgeon. I. I thought you might help out until I got a replacement from Fort Dodge. I know. I heard that MacKenzie was murdered. Yes. One of the stockade prisoners turned on him. Stabbed him with his own scalpel. The men escaped before we could try him. What was his name, the killer? Franklin. Dale Franklin. I see. You interested in finding him? Well, that's a naive question, Doctor. He's outside my friend Pablo's wagon. Are you serious? Sergeant Brock. Yes? Colonel Franklin is outside in the peddler's wagon. Bring him in. Yes, sir. Just a minute, sir. Franklin was badly beaten. I know his condition. I think he deserves a fair trial. You don't think I beat him, do you? He says you did. Is that true, Sergeant Bruck? Maybe. The prisoner? No, sir. Very well. Bring him in here. Yes, sir. Oh, this Franklin is a bad fellow. Somebody beat him, Colonel. He needs hospital care. Well, naturally, he'll be treated humanely until his trial. If you accept the job as contract surgeon, you can check on him yourself. I think I can take it on for a few days, at any rate. Yes, I'm conducting a raid on the Apaches tomorrow with Try him after that raid. Here's my scouts. Tell me they're getting ready to make trouble again. I thought they were peaceful now. Oh, I know better, Doctor. Colonel, I visited the Mescalero village only a couple of days ago. There was no sign of war. Dancing. There are hundreds of them threatening this fort at this very moment. Easy, brother. Help a man. Well, Franklin, I see you've decided to rejoin us. Yes, sir. Still no guilty conscience about Dr. Mackenzie. I didn't kill Dr. McKenzie and you know it. Don't address me in that tone, soldier. Brock, take him to sick bay. Yes, sir. Oh, and Brock. Sir? See that he's treated well. Yes, sir. Now, you'll find quarters for yourself and your companion in officers row. Doctor, I have to supervise training on the parade ground, but I'll see you at dinner. Prepare tomorrow. Forward at the walk home. West in the line will right file for our services. Sergeant. Colonel, these men look sloppy. They've been training six hours, sir. In this hot sun? Nonsense. Call them to attention. Yes, you men. You call yourselves cavalry soldiers. Don't you know that your lies will depend on how smartly you execute these commands? Apaches are the best mounted soldiers in the world. You, sir, wipe that smirk off your face. I wasn't smirking, sir. Don't answer back. Sergeant, have this man's pack filled with stones. I want him to circle this parade ground until sunup. If he stops walking, send him to the hole. Sir, I, I, I didn't smirk. With all respect. Maybe the taste of the whip will teach you to shut your mouth. I will not have this insubordination. I know what you think. I know what you whisper behind my back. Well, by Godfrey, I'm going to make soldiers of you. Or kill you. Sergeant, no water for these men until dawn. Not a drop, sir. We're going on a raid tomorrow. Don't question my command. Dismiss. Yes, sir. Colonel Town. What is it, peddler? I suppose you've come out here to spy on me for your doctor friend. Oh, Colonel, I have not come to spy. Only to request permission to keep my wagon. In your state? You're lying, Colonel. Very well. Keep it where you please and stay in your quarters. I won't have strangers skulking about my camp. That is how it happened, just like I said. That sure doesn't sound like the behavior of a rational man. Pablo, you are the physician, not Pablo. However, my opinion. Pablo, old friend, one thing a doctor learns is never to make a diagnosis on too little evidence. Sometimes you can put the patient in his grave long before he's dead. I suppose it is not easy to command a large group of men like this without strict discipline. But still like. Come in. Doctor. Yes? You wanted over at the prison stockade, sir. Trouble? There's been an accident. Anyone hurt bad? Sergeant Franklin, sir. Franklin, what happened? He's dead. There's the body. Doctor, how did this happen? Sergeant Brock. He tried to escape again. I was forced to shoot him. These bruises weren't there when I examined him this morning. No, sir. He must have fallen after I shot him. I see. Too bad. Yeah, too bad. I'll have to make a report on his death. You can use Dr. McKenzie's old office just down the corridor. Thank you, Brock. Not at all. Any time at all. Yes, colonel. Clown. Now, what is it, doctor? I've just prepared my report on the death of sergeant Franklin. Well, I think sergeant Brock should be placed under arrest for his murder. Now, just a moment. Franklin was shot trying to escape again. He was beaten first. Can you prove that? He has bruises on his body that were made after he returned here. Yes, but he fell when he was shot. Dead men don't bruise, Colonel. That's a medical fact. I see. May I have that report? You may. Thank you. Would you mind telling me why you're tearing that up? Not at all. You'll write a new one, accidental death. Will I? Doctor, Sergeant Brock is the best man I have. I need him to discipline the men. If he gets overzealous. Well, are you insane? Colonel? He's murdered a man. A prisoner. A misfit who couldn't soldier. A man, sir. A man. Doctor, I have only soldiers in my command. I cannot permit any other sentiment. Listen to me, sir. This army post is surrounded by thousands of Apaches armed to the teeth. They're out there in the hills watching us. Their knives are sharp. We've got to train and be tough in order to defend ourselves. And that's what I'm doing, doctor. I've made these men into machines. Machines that can stand up to those evil men. I'm going to destroy every Apache in the territory. Colonel, there are no unfriendly Indians within a thousand miles of this fort. That's where you're wrong. They're out there lurking. I know. I. I can feel their eyes on me when I ride past those gates. I. I can sense them all around me. I see. Yes. That's why I need men like Brock. Doctor, I. I can't have weak things around me. I've got to weed them out. You. You see what I'm driving at, don't you? Yes, I think I do. Good. Then you'll go to Dr. McKenzie's office and rewrite that report. Yes, Colonel. I'll rewrite the report. You wanted to see me? Fr? Yes, Pablo. Listen. You're leaving this afternoon? Yes. I go back to Frenchman's fort. I Want you to head north to Fort Dodge instead. For Dodge. With a message for the commanding officer about Colonel Crowd. Yes. Here, I've written it out. I'll make it as fast as you can. Very well, I go now. Just a moment, peddler. Sergeant Brock, take that paper. There it is, Colonel. That paper is none of your business, Colonel. On the contrary, everything that happens at Fort Apache is my business. Well, I see you have rewritten the report considerably. Would you mind telling me what this medical mumbo jumbo means? All right, Sue. I'm writing to the commander at Fort Dodge to tell him that it is my considered medical opinion that you're a madman, Colonel Crown. You don't say. Furthermore, I've taken the liberty of examining Dr. MacKenzie's record. There's a copy here of a half written report. I found it stuck behind the desk drawer. Give me that. Seems that Dr. Kenzie concurred. According to this report, he too believed your insane. How very unfortunate. That was more unfortunate than he ever realized, Colonel. The stains on this unfinished report are blood. Evidently someone surprised him at writing it and stabbed him with his own scalpel. Yes, an Apache named Blackhawk or a white man named Crown. I think you're the one who is insane, Doctor. That is for a medical board to decide after my report it's filed. Unfortunately, your report will never reap Fort Dodge. You're both under arrest. Don't move. Sergeant Brock has you covered. I see. Just what do you intend to do? Place these two under arrest, Sergeant Brock. Yes, sir. Colonel, you can't hold up. I think I can. In a few minutes I'm leading my troops into the hills to wipe out the Apaches. When I come back, I'll take care of you two gentlemen. All right, Brock, see that they're treated well. Yes, sir. All right, Doctor. Inside. What about my friend, the pedlar? He's coming with me. We're gonna have a private entertainment inside. Brock, you'll have to account for this, huh? Come on, peddler, we'll have a talk. Come on. All right. Here's your friend, Jack. Pablo. I think he needs a little medical attention. Pablo, are you all right? Yes. He hit me many times. Rotten war. Pablo is very wizy. Just. Just lie down and. And. Pablo, listen. Don't move. No matter what happens. It should not be hard, my friend. Sergeant. Sergeant. What? Pablo. He. He's dead. You're crazy. He's dead. Look for yourself. I'm coming in. Stay back or I'll shoot. Get up. Maybe. Maybe I can bring two. Try all right. I. I need some water. Go without. All I can do without water, Sergeant, is break your back. Your knee, your fit. Picking up my load. Hey, hurry now. Back against the wall. My back, it's broken. Not quite though. I was tempted. The lowest form of human scum. Rock, Pavlo, Lockman, a blizzard. But what it a small bit. I come back later. Now what? We've got to work fast. You hitch up the best horses you can find to that wagon of yours. I'm going to the telegraph office to see if I can contact for Dodge. I'll meet you at the gate. We're approaching the hills. All of the Apache village, Colonel. There's double the flanks. Yes, sir. Now have the men dismount and lead their horses from here on. Yes, sir. Maintain silence. We have to take them by surprise. Yes, sir. All right, you men. In a moment we'll be within earshot of our objective. Now, absolute silence will be maintained. According to my intelligence, There are some 800 Apache warriors down there armed to the teeth and waiting to move on Fort Apache. Follow me and fight with honor. You can barely see the village from the top of the trail, Colonel. Welcome in. Let's have a look through these glasses here. See anything, Col? There is sticky flies. Hundreds of them. All in war paint. What's the plan, sir? Mount the Cullen. When I give the word, move the column down the trail toward the village. When we reach the bend in the trail, we'll sound the charge. Isn't that trail too steep for a gallop, Colonel? We will charge at the gallop with bare sabers. Those are my orders. And I'll shoot the first man who rains his mount. But, sir. Sergeant, mount the column. Very well, sir. The Paramount door. Sebers run off now. At the gallop march. Sir, it's suicide. Count to three, Sergeant. Either you give the commander, I'll run this saber through your chest. Very well, Colonel. That's the gallop. Colonel. Colonel, look. There's a wagon rolling down the cliff top. It's headed right for the T. You can't. Look out. What the. That looks like that peddler's wagon. Move it to sight. Move it, I say. Touch that wagon. Hold it. Nobody lay a hand on that wagon. It's the dock. I can get a clear shot from these rocks. Nobody touched that wagon. Doctor, I don't know how you got here, but I order you to put up that gun and step down here. As you say, Colonel. Sergeant, arrest this man. Just a moment, Sergeant. I have an order telegraphed from Fort Dodds. Relieving you of command, Colonel, It's a fraud. Here it is. Sergeant. Sergeant, don't let this man trick you. He's a spy for the Apaches. He's trying to hold us up until they can attack. This order is countersigned and verified by Major Dobbs, Colonel. He's our post adjutant. Give me that order. Here, sir. This is what I think of your order, Doctor. Now, Sergeant, order the charge. I can't do that, sir. You idiot. There's an army of savages down there. A thousand evil painted faces in the valley all around us, sir. You've been relieved of command. Relieved, eh? Relieved. I'll show you how a soldier behaves. Bugle boy. You go by sound the touch. That's the Lord. Do fast, then follow me. Colonel, he. Stop. He's headed for that cliff. He. Good Lord, he rode clean off that cliff. We'd better head back for Fort Apach. Sergeant, what about that village full of Indians? If they've got war paint on, we'd better. Sergeant, take a look through these field glasses. Go ahead. Okay. Good Lord. The village is as peaceful as can be. Nothing but squaws, washing blankets and a few braves sitting around. Why, Colonel must have been crazy, sir. He was a sick man, Sergeant. His sickness was fear. And there's nothing so dangerous or so contagious. You have been listening to Dr. Six Gun Foreign.
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