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Hired for Murder | The Lone Ranger (02-23-51)
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Original Air Date: February 23, 1951Host: Andrew RhynesShow: The Lone RangerPhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• Brace Beemer (Lone Ranger)• John Todd (Tonto) Writer:• Fran Striker Producer:• George W. Trendle Music:• Ben Bonnell Exit music from: Rou...
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Now let's get into this episode. A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi Silver the Lone Ranger. Use of flavored tobacco by teens is a crisis. Tobacco companies use flavors like cotton candy, watermelon, ice and cool mint to hook kids like me. They seem harmless, but they aren't. Addiction to nicotine sets us up for a lifetime of health problems. Organ legislators can do something about it. Passing Senate Bill 702A will keep flavored tobacco away from kids. But there are just a few short weeks left for lawmakers to act. Take action to protect kids like me at flavors. Hookoregon kids.org paid for by the Campaign for Tobacco Free Kids Action Fund. With his faithful Indian companion, Tato, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse. Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Let's go, big fellow. Silver Two men rode the trail towards Sandrock in Texas. One of them was large and tough looking. The other, with a round face and stocky build, didn't show the hardness that was part of his nature. The names of both Wally Stone and Stocky Yates were notorious in the Southwest territory. They were known to be gunslingers of the killer type who would sell their services to Anyone willing to pay the price. And they prided themselves upon having cheated the gallows in both Arizona and New Mexico territories as they rode the large man Wally was saying the fell in Sandrock who sent for Stucky is supposed to be quite a big gun down this way. Oh, yeah? Who is he anyway? Man by the name of Carrington. Ralph Carrington. He owns most of the town. Seems like runs it to suit himself. I hear even the sheriff takes orders from him. Sure sounds like quite a big bug. And he's big enough to pay plenty for what he might want us to do. Stucky. Well, how come an hombre like him got in touch with you, Wally? I don't savvy. Remember Markle? The hombre we met in Las Vegas? Yeah. Well, what's he got to do with Carrington sending for you? Well, Markel used to work for Carrington. The law got close if Carrington got him out of the state Before Markel left, Carrington told him to send somebody down there. Marco told him about me, so he said to have me come on down to bring a friend I could trust. He's got a particular job to be done. Ah, so that's it. Yeah, Marco gave me a note to Carrington. I have it in my pocket. I hope it's all on the level, Wally. Well, I'm sure it is. Marco wouldn't steer me into something that wasn't all right. Job must be something mighty special. Why couldn't he find a couple of hombres down this way to do it? Well, he wants hombres who aren't known by sight. Of course, the names of Stone and Yates are well known. But if we just use our first names, no one will get wise. Whatever it is we have to do, we'll charge him plenty. We sure will, Stocky. Now let's get a move on so as we'll get the character's place before dark. Get up. Get it. Late that afternoon, Wally and Stocky arrived in Sandrock. They went to the large house on the edge of town where Carrington lived, showed the letter from Markel and were ushered into his study by an oriental servant, Mr. Carrington. Say bring to study this study. You go in, please. All right, Pigtail. Come on. Stucky. Yeah. I'm glad you finally arrived, boys. Sit down and be comfortable. Sure. Sit down, Stucky. Don't let all the plush scare you. Takes more than that to scare me, Wally. I do admit I wouldn't want that sneaky looking servant around where I had to stay long. You do ching an Injustice? He's a very loyal man. You call that kimono covered beanpole a man? My friend, that beanpole, as you call him, is my bodyguard as well as servant. He's as handy with a gun as he is with a knife. How could he protect you? For instance, if we had a mind. Ching is watching you and covering you at this very moment. Aren't you, Ching? For the love of Pete, where is he? Yeah. What kind of a trick is that, Carrington? No trick. Your observance. You might see Ching watching through the eyes of the man in that life size painting alongside the door. Huh? There's a panel behind that painting out in the hall closet. Jumping catfish, Wally. This setup is downright creepy. Man in my position has to be careful. No doubt Markel has told you a little about me. He told me enough, Carrington. Markle sent me a close description of each of you after you left him in Las Vegas. I have them here at my desk door. And you must know our name, of course. They're known as Stocky Yates and Wally Stone. Both of you are quick with a gun. And you're both wanted for several killings in Arizona and New Mexico territories. He sure has got everything straight. Yeah, but I'm still anxious to know what we came here to do. There are two men who must be exterminated. Must be worth, in your language, plugged? Killed. Oh, oh, yeah. That'll cost plenty, Mr. Carrington. A thousand dollars apiece. Take it or leave it. It's a deal far as I'm concerned. Me too. Where are the hombres you want plugged, Mr. Carrington? Stocky, it's not that easy. You have to find them. One's a masked man, the other an Indian. What kind of a local idea is this anyway? There's lots of masked out hoots running around the west and thousands of Indians. You couldn't miss those two. Homble, stucky. And the best way to find them is to make them look for you. Stop talking in riddles. Haven't you ever heard of the Lone Ranger? Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. I've heard of that hombre. Wears a black mask and rides a big white stallion. Exactly. And he hunts lawbreakers. You mean he's a lawman? Not exactly. But he gives help to the law wherever it's needed. Doggone. Now, ain't that something? A mad stombre working on the side of the law. And why the match? Well, evidently it conceals his identity. He may be someone well known to all of us. For all we know, sometime Soon, I hope to satisfy my curiosity on that point. You said to find him, we ought to get him hunting us. I don't like that idea. He doesn't have to know who he's hunting exactly. You and Stocky could pull a few jobs within the next few days. Stop a stage, rob the express office, things like that. Cover your faces with bandanas so you won't be identified. You'll keep what you get. Then what happens? I'll convince the sheriff he should ask the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend to help catch the outlaws. Where would the sheriff find him? I found out he can be reached through a certain padre. If the sheriff asks for him, I'm sure he'll come here to this territory. Oh, is the sheriff in with you on the outlaw? Of course not. When I put the sheriff in office, I'm able to influence him to a certain extent. He considers me a respectable citizen, and he takes his job seriously. You sure got a good setup, Mr. Carrington. Marko said you were. Sure a smart one. I hope to be smart enough to eliminate that masked man and his Indian friend before they suspect my hand in certain operations. They've already caught some of my best men, and I believe in playing things safe. Yeah, we can see that. I'll have Ching take you to a basement room where you and Stocky will stay. Later, we'll talk again and try to plan just how you'll lure the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend to their deaths. During the next week, Wally and Stocky started to follow Carrington's orders. First, they held up a stagecoach not far from town. Get it back. Get in. We'll soon reach Sandra. Well, kids, this has been an easy run without passengers or anything. Yeah, even the money box is empty. All we got this trip's a small bag of mail. Get it back. Go on, get it there. Hey, look. Coming. Couple outlaws. Keep going. I'll hold them all. Hey, I've got a. Stop. Who dah. Whoa, you critters. Who dah. I tossed down the money box. You. Yeah, sure. I'll get going on. Sure, sure. Beat it now. Go on. Two nights later, they entered the express office. Yeah, Be with you in a minute. This is a whole upreach, I thought. I won't let you rob me. Shut up and take this. All right, let's get the stuff in the safe. Wally and Stocky covered their trail well so that the sheriff and his posse couldn't find them. Carrington made it a point to see the sheriff and strongly suggest that he send for the Lone Ranger, which the sheriff decided to do. Several days later. The Lone Ranger and Tottle who received word from the padre through friendly Indians followed the trail towards Sandrock. The message from the sheriff in Sandrock said that there were only two outlaws operating in that territory. Tono maybe them easier to catch than Gang Kim Sabi. Perhaps they managed to cover their trail. Well, I understand in their most recent hole left they killed the express clerk. I'm ready to kill anyone who try to find them. That's right. They know capture means death by hanging. You let Sheriff know when we camp near town? No, we got a line on the killers first. Dandrought isn't far from here. We'll make camp and try to get news about the Oslos. Come on, sir. Come on. It was late afternoon when the Lone Ranger and Tottle pitched camp in a grove near town. Tottle went into Sandrock to get news. Later at the cafe, Wally and Stucky sat at the secluded table in the corner. Wally, in a low voice, drew Stucky's attention to an Indian standing at the back. Hey, Stucky, take a good look at that redskin I think. Huh? He's sure husky looking hombre. And from that fine looking buckskin up that he's wearing, I'd figure he's no ordinary Indian. That's just what I'm thinking. You meaning he might be the Indian we're supposed to do away with for Carrington. Yeah. That red skin fits a description of the one that rides with a mask. Onward. How can we be sure, Wally? Wait till he goes out if he mounts a special looking paint horse. And he's sure to be the man. The two outlaws waited patiently for Toto to leave. Finally the Indian went out and Wally nonchalantly walked to the front window. A few minutes later he returned to the table and sat down. He's gone. Well, just like we thought. He rode away in a fine looking paint. Easy Indian. Over. What are we waiting for? Let's follow him and let him have a book. Don't be a fool. We don't get paid unless we get both of them a mask man along with the Indian. But if the Indian was out of the way shooting it would warn off the Mask hombre. Anyway, Dan said if we found out they were around before he did, we would have come over and let him know. And he's to tell us what to do. Let's get going right now. Right. Within a short time, Wally and Stocky were in Carrington. Carrington had seemed pleased when Wally told about the Indian. They'd seen. Then he spoke. From now on, we'll have to make every move count, boys. That Lone Ranger is clever. I notice he hasn't even got in touch with the sheriff about being here. I would have heard if he did. So that shows he's moving cautiously. Well, what are we to do now, Mr. Clayton? Which trail did the Indian take from Harmony? He'll go down to east here. I figure he'll come back to do more snooping. Perhaps early this evening. I'll be at full moon, so it'll be bright enough to see. See what? Just what are you driving at? I want both of you to ride just outside of town on that east trail and hide. When that Indian does come along, get the jump on him and bring him here. Bring him here? That's what I said. Circle the town when you do and leave a clear trail so the Lone Ranger can pick it up and follow. Holy mackerel. I don't get this at all. He'll find out your connection. He'll come here to save his Indian friend. Nobody knows they're in this territory but us. And I give you my word, neither one of them will leave here alive nor will their bodies ever be found. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Nearly 90% of kids who vape say flavors are why they do it. A lot of the flavors that I've heard are like peach, mango, watermelon. It makes it seem like more childlike and innocent. Oh, if I try this once, it won't be that much of a problem. But then, eventually it becomes a problem. It's time to restrict the sale of flavored tobacco products in Oregon and protect our kids from nicotine addiction. Urge lawmakers to Pass Senate Bill 702A. Take action at flavorshookoregonkids.org paid for by the Campaign for Tobacco Free Kids Action Fund. Trip planner by Expedia. You were made to have strong opinions about sand. We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tub. Expedia Made to travel packages by Expedia. You were made to be rechargeable. We were made to package flights, hotels and hammocks for less. Expedia Made to travel. Now to continue. Ralph Carrington told Wally and Stocky to bring Toto to his place. Then he stated that he knew the Lone Ranger would come to help his friend. Just how do you figure on killing them and getting rid of the bodies. Mr. Carrington, when you arrive with the Indian, turn him over to Ching, who will bring him here. Then you, Wally, will get behind the painting by using the hall closet. Stocky will watch outside until we dispose of the bodies. What about the Lone Ranger? You'll find a back door conveniently unlocked. I expect him to trail you here, get inside and suddenly burst open the study door, ready for action. You're sure taking a chance. I don't think so. Ching and I shall act surprised and seem to be at his mercy when we drop our weapons. Yeah, go on. The Indian will be tied to a chair in line with the painting. A masked man, of course, will naturally face Ching and me across this desk when I mop my brow with my handkerchief. Wally, you shoot to kill. You'll have perfect targets. Suppose we're seen removing the bodies? That's taken care of, too. When I first acquired this land and decided to build, I had a well dug about five feet down. They struck quicksand. I left the hole and built the house around it so that the hold of quicksand is right under this study. Under this room? Yes. A trapdoor under the rug in front of this desk opens right over it. In a matter of minutes, they'd be disposed of without a trace. Man alive, that gives me the creeps. Yeah, me too. It needn't worry either of you unless you decide to turn against me. Now, go on up. Wait for that Indian. Don't come back without him. The two outlaws left Carrington's place and went out along the east trail until they came to some big boulders. There they settled down to wait for the expected return of Tato. Meanwhile, after having supper with a Lone Ranger at camp, Toto was saying, maybe me go back to town tonight. May find out something. Kimasabe. Perhaps I'll ride with you to the edge of town. Fellow. Two outlaws operating in this territory aren't my only concern. Me not savvy. Several gangs around here have been broken up, but none of them had an admitted leader. What that means to me, it means that there must be someone in or near Sandrock who organizes gangs. And when they're disrupted, he's never caught. Maybe that right. So that man is caught robbing and killing will continue in this section. It struck me that those two outlaws we've heard of may be connected with that same person. Him must be plenty smart fella. Yes, I'm sure he is. Well, let's get the horses and start toward town. The Lone Ranger and Tottle followed the east trail toward town until they approached the big boulders where the two outlaws were waiting. The evening breeze was blowing toward them from the outlaw's hiding place. The intelligent horse, Silver, suddenly raised his head and sniffed the air. He caught the scent of men and horses. Knowing they might mean danger to his master, he broke his steady pace and whinnied a warning. Super. Give warning, Kimasabi. Someone may be waiting in ambush behind those big boulders ahead. Not quite within pistol range yet. And what we do? They probably haven't spotted us because of the slight bend in the trail. Leave the horses near Royal to the left. Come on, Silver. Get him up. Scout. Easy, boy. Come, Scout. Ready? Easy, Silver. Oh. Whoa, scout. Oh, fella, that's a big flocking. Easy, Scout. Easy, fella. The sage brush is thick around here. We'll keep under cover and circle around until we're opposite the boulders. Pip, Wally and Stocky had waited tensely for some time. Then Stocky spoke. Hey, Wallace. I'm sure somebody was coming along the tree. I don't hear him now. Neither do I. Must have stopped. Sound like more than one horse to me. That's what I thought too. I'd climb to the top of one of the boulders and try to see beyond the bend. Moonlight's bright enough. You see anybody? No. Wait a minute. I saw something. Saw the horses. Two riders. One of the horses is white. I reckon both the Indian and mask man are back there. Where'd they go? Into the arroyo. That means they suspect something. May try to sneak up on us. What do they do? Get out while the getting's good. Leave a clear trail. Let them follow. That's what Carrington wants anyway. Let's go. Easy. Hit it. Get it back. Hit it. Hit it. The Lone Ranger and Toto had started cautiously through the high sagebrush when the masked man suddenly stopped and spoke. Wait, Tato. Listen. Sound like two horses leaping. The king or something. Yes. Somehow they anticipated our move. So we get the horses and follow them. Hurry. Easy, scout. Easy, feller. Come on, Silver. Get enough, Scout. A lone Ranger and Tottle trailed the two outlaws to the back of Carrington's house. The masked man and Indian dismounted and cautiously looked through the back window into the study. They saw Carrington sitting alone. But knowing the two men had gone inside, the Lone Ranger suspected a trap. He decided to have Totto wait near the window. Then, with his guns ready, the masked man quietly entered the back door. Meanwhile in town at the sheriff's office, a man hurriedly entered and spoke to the lawman. Tim, I just saw a couple of suspicious hombres riding along the alley. As I come out of the back door of the cafe. One of them was mashed and they headed for Carrington's house. Maybe it's the two outlaws you've been hunting at by Tundra. They might be at that. Carrington keeps plenty of cash in the safe at his place. I'll get a few men and go right over there in his study. Ralph Carrington pretended to be busy at his desk. But he kept his eyes fastened on the hall door. Into the study. Suddenly it flew open. Don't move, you and outlaw. Why did you come here? What do you want? I came here to ask a few questions. Well, two men came in here a short time ago. Who are they? You must be mistaken. I'm Ralph Carrington, a respectable citizen of this town. If you come here to rob me. Stop stalling for time, Carrington, and answer my question. You go inside, please. So you surprise the Indian Hatching Indian curse supplies stocky. Mr. Cullington. Hit stocky on the head with a gun. Button. That Stocky's a fool. I knew he'd slip up somewhere. All right, all right. Ching, move very fast, like Cat. Get behind Indian and make him drop a gun plenty fast. I'm holding the guns, Carrington. Tell your man to drop that knife. Don't be too hasty, Mr. Lone Ranger. You've walked into a trap. And a very well planned one indeed. We'll go through with it without the man's stocking. You must be the man who's been organizing gangs in this territory. I knew you'd reach that conclusion sooner or later. I decided to get ahead of you. I could kill you before the two men who came here come through the door. My friend, you underestimate me. I suggest you drop your guns. Both you and the Indian will die at once. The Lone Ranger stood facing Carrington's desk. The back window was behind Carrington and the painting was on the left wall, not far from the door. The masked man could see that no one was at the window. He realized Carrington had some clever arrangement for protecting himself and his servant. Ching. The Lone Ranger played for time. You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you? Quite. The Lone Ranger studied Carrington's expression. He saw the sureness on the man's face. But he noticed that Carrington's eyes occasionally glanced at the painting on the wall. The masked man continued to stare at the man before him. He knew the risk was great, and he wanted to be sure of his actions, a wrong guess, would mean death for both him and Tottle. Once more, Carrington spoke. You're trying my patience, my friend. I said drop your guns. Cheng, move the Indian back a little. Yes, sir. You move back, please. The Lone Ranger noticed, too, that when Carrington mentioned changing Totto's position, he had glanced again at the canvas painting. As Carrington momentarily looked to see that Toto was properly placed, the Lone Ranger quickly surveyed the large painting. Then the truth dawned upon him. He went into action with a warning cry to Toto. Get him, Tonto. Him shoot. Man behind picture, Mr. Cullington. As the Lone Ranger fired, Tato suddenly bent low and at the same time swung around with his elbow, knocking Ching off balance. Then he grappled for the knife. Hold him, Ching. Now get the mask, man. Try it. We have knife. And you take this. Good work, fellow. Mister, I don't know what this is all about. When we found that white stallion in the paint outside, then looked through the window and saw you and the Indian, it came to me who you are. I got word from the padre you're on your way. Hey, sir, we found this hombre out behind the house. He'd been knocked over the head. Mister, what's this all about? Harrington is a leader who has organized the various gangs in this territory. Sheriff, I don't surprise that man outside. Another was planted behind that painting ready to shoot with a trap for us. That man lies. Sheriff, I demand. I suggest you search his desk, Sheriff. All right. Great Gate. What is a small empty sack with the express company's name printed on it. This connects Carrington with the clerk's killet. Stone and Yates are responsible for that. Carrington hired us. It was his idea for us to commit some robbery so as to bring the masked man and Indian here. Shut up, you. I won't shut up. We're not taking a rap for you. He planned for us to kill a masked man and Indian, then drop him through the trapdoor under the rug in front of the desk. There's a bed of quicksand under there. I reckon others have gone into that quicksand who knew too much. Sheriff, Stone and Yates are wanted for murder in Arizona, New Mexico, territories. Oh, we turned the tables on him. Carrington admitted he was the man who organized various gangs around here. We'll take Carrington and the others in for the murder. The express agent. That's one body they didn't dispose of. You can't prove anything against me, Carrington. You're a stupid fool, Yates, and I'll hang anyway. We'll see that you hang with us. You're the cause of us getting caught. All right, men, get these killers over to the jail. I don't know. I'll leave them in your hands, Sheriff. We'll come back this way again sometime. All right, let's go, Taro. Adio, Sheriff. Goodbye. Goodbye. I still don't understand how that masked man discovered my plan. Smarter armies than you, Karen, can have tried to trap him. But it's because he's so clever and quick thinking that the law depends a lot on the Lone Ranger. Sam Savor Tobacco by teens is a crisis. Tobacco companies use flavors like cotton candy, watermelon ice and cool mint to hook kids like me. They seem harmless, but they are. Addiction to nicotine sets us up for a lifetime of health problems. Oregon legislators can do something about it. Passing Senate Bill 702A will keep flavored tobacco away from kids. But there are just a few short weeks left for lawmakers to act. Take action to protect kids like me at Flavors Hook Oregon Kids. Paid for by the Campaign for Tobacco Free Kids Action Fund. Trip planner by Expedia. You were made to have strong opinions about sand. We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tub. Expedia made to travel Sam. 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