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The Women of Windy Ridge

Hopalong Cassidy

The Women of Windy Ridge

Feb 16 1952




CAST:

ANNOUNCER

STEVE, the mayor

WADE, the sheriff

LIZ McCOY, the suspect

HOPALONG CASSIDY, the hero

CALIFORNIA CARLSON, the sidekick

FURGOL, the gambler; educated

BERTRAM, the hired gun

DOLLY "FEATHERS" CHESTER

and the voices of a POSSE





MUSIC: FANFARE ... THEN IN BG


ANNOUNCER: With action and suspense out of the old west, comes the most famous hero of them all, HOPALONG CASSIDY, starring William Boyd. 


MUSIC: THEME ... THEN BEHIND ANNOUNCER--


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS WITH JANGLE OF SPURS


ANNOUNCER: The ring of the silver spurs heralds the most amazing man ever to ride the prairies of the early West, Hopalong Cassidy, the same Hoppy you cheer in motion pictures -- and the same California you've laughed at a million times. Raw courage and quick shooting have built a legend around this famous hero. Hopalong is a name to be feared, respected, and admired -- for this great cowboy rides the trails of adventure and excitement. William Boyd as Hopalong Cassidy and Andy Clyde as California. Here's Hoppy now with another new story.


HOPPY: "The Women of Windy Ridge" we call this one, and it happened in western Oklahoma in the narrow stretch that lies between Texas and Kansas. We had no real business being there at all since we were on our way to a Kansas roundup. But California'd remembered that Liz McCoy lived in a place called Windy Ridge -- Liz McCoy, who can make the best beef stew west of Topeka. So, in Windy Ridge we went looking for Liz and her beef stew. But what we found there had nothing to do with food. Before we rode into the little town-- (FADES OUT)


STEVE: (FADES IN) Look-a here, you! I'm gettin' sick and tired of this, Wade. They tell me you haven't done a thing yet.


WADE: Why don't you let us alone, Steve? You may be mayor of this town, but I'm sheriff of the county.


STEVE: But you've had three hours on this job and you've done nothing. What's the matter?


WADE: She's a woman, Steve. It ain't the same with women.


STEVE: It is when they're killers. I want her taken, Wade. I want her taken now.


WADE: Now, listen, Steve, Liz has dynamite in that house and she's promised to use it if we rush her.


STEVE: What are you doing? Letting her buffalo ya?


WADE: All right, Steve, hang around a minute. You'll see how it is.


SOUND: WADE'S FOOTSTEPS TO LIZ'S DOOR ... KNOCK AT DOOR


WADE: (CALLS) Liz?! Can you hear me?!


LIZ: (FROM BEHIND DOOR) I hear ya all right, and I'm sick o' hearing ya!


WADE: I'm giving ya one last warning, Liz!


LIZ: (FROM BEHIND DOOR) And I'm giving you one last warning, Wade. I'm giving you ten seconds to get back across that street. You and the rest of your posse. If ya don't, I'll blow ya sky-high. This is the last warning, Wade. The next poke that rattles that door gets it!


SOUND: POSSE MURMURS BEHIND--


WADE: (TO POSSE) Well, come on. We'd better get back across the street, like she says.  


SOUND: POSSE MURMURS AS THEIR FOOTSTEPS CROSS STREET  


STEVE: Listen, Wade--


WADE: Shut up, Steve. That woman isn't foolin'. Here, let's get in this doorway.


SOUND: MURMURING POSSE SETTLES IN DURING FOLLOWING--


WADE: It's gettin' dark. Maybe after a while she'll fall asleep.


STEVE: Not Liz McCoy. She never sleeps. 


WADE: Just the same, we'll wait. She might even decide to give up. 


STEVE: Hey, look, Wade. Couple of waddies stopping in front of Liz's place.  


WADE: I better warn 'em.


STEVE: No, wait. Let's see what Liz does about it. They're strangers so it won't matter.


WADE: Steve, you've gone crazy--


STEVE: Wade, you let one yap out of you and I'll wrap this gun around your head.


WADE: You've gone crazy! You've let this reform fight go to your brain. Hey, look, they're knockin' on her door. I'm gonna stop 'em.


STEVE: You're going to do nothing. That woman's a murderess and this is going to deliver her into our hands.


WADE: Not if it means gettin' them fellers killed. (SHOUTS) Hey! Get back from that door! Get back before ya get blown--!


SOUND: EXPLOSION!


MUSIC: CURTAIN


(PAUSE FOR COMMERCIAL BREAK)


ANNOUNCER: Now back to HOPALONG CASSIDY and our story, "The Women of Windy Ridge."


MUSIC: INTRO ... THEN BEHIND ANNOUNCER--


ANNOUNCER: With California seeking out Liz McCoy, who makes the best beef stew west of Topeka, Hoppy has come to the town of Windy Ridge, Oklahoma. But here, as they're standing knocking at Liz McCoy's door, a warning shout comes from across the street -- and a charge of dynamite explodes almost in their faces.


SOUND: POSSE MURMURS EXCITEDLY DURING FOLLOWING--


CALIFORNIA: Hoppy! (COUGHS) Golly, you - you all right, Hoppy?


HOPPY: (COUGHS) Yeah, I'm all right. But I wouldn't have been if somebody hadn't yelled. Who did that?


WADE: (APPROACHES) I did. Here, we'd better all get back out of the way. No tellin' what that woman will do next.


STEVE: Look, Wade, that explosion tangled up the whole front of her house. Maybe it got Liz, too.


WADE: And maybe it didn't. We won't take any more chances.


HOPPY: What's this all about? Who are you fellas?


WADE: My name's Wade; I'm sheriff here.


HOPPY: That explosion, what--?


WADE: Liz McCoy did that. She's holed up in there. 


STEVE: And we aim to get her out!


HOPPY: Now wait a minute. Why is she holed up?


CALIFORNIA: Yeah, and why do you fellas aim to get her out? Liz McCoy happens to be a friend of ours.


WADE: She also happens to be in trouble. The marshal of this place was stabbed to death this afternoon and it seems that Liz McCoy did it.


CALIFORNIA: Liz McCoy? Sheriff, ya-- Aw, ya just ain't makin' sense. Liz McCoy wouldn't kill nobody. I've known her for years and she just ain't that kind.


WADE: Well, people change. Anyway, the marshal's body is lying inside her house and she won't give herself up.


HOPPY: What happens if she gives herself up?


WADE: She'll get a trial.


HOPPY: A fair trial?


STEVE: Sure, it'll be a fair trial. What kind of people do you think we are?


HOPPY: I don't know. But if you're sure she'll have a fair trial, I'm willing to try goin' in for a talk with her.


WADE: Hold on now. She's liable to blast your head off if you get anywhere near her.


HOPPY: Maybe. But I'll take that chance.


CALIFORNIA: And I'm takin' it with ya, Hoppy.


WADE: Oh? All right -- if you wanna take the chance. Say, you might try going in from the side, from the top of that porch next door. We'll try and keep her attention out here.


HOPPY: Sounds like a good idea. Come on, California.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: HOPPY AND CALIFORNIA CLIMB THROUGH WINDOW


CALIFORNIA: Dark in here. Wish there was a moon or somethin'. I can't see a thing.


LIZ: (OFF) I can see, all right. If you don't climb back out that window, I'm gonna blow your heads off.


CALIFORNIA: (NERVOUS) Don't shoot, Liz! It's California! California Carlson!


HOPPY: And Hopalong Cassidy, Liz. We just want to help you.


SOUND: LIZ'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH


LIZ: (MORE FRIENDLY) Why, you two ornery polecats, what are you doin' here?


HOPPY: Liz, you're in trouble. We want to help you.


LIZ: Hoppy, nobody can help me.  


HOPPY: What happened? You didn't kill the marshal, did you?


LIZ: Ah, I never killed nobody in my life. But that ain't gonna help me now.


HOPPY: Well, if you didn't kill him, Liz, give yourself up. Stand trial.


LIZ: What? And be hanged for something I didn't do? Not me!


CALIFORNIA: Aw, Liz, they don't hang women out here.


LIZ: That's where you're wrong, California. I've seen a woman hanged. Marjie Benjamin over to Pascal's Gulch. The way things are in this town, I don't have a chance. Besides, I ain't gonna let her mock me. Sit there while I'm on trial a-grinnin' at me.


HOPPY: Who're you talkin' about, Liz?


LIZ: Why, I'm talkin' about that Dolly Chester. Her and her fancy feathers. If it wasn't for Dolly Chester, I wouldn't be in this trouble.


HOPPY: Liz, give yourself up and stand trial.


LIZ: No, not me, Hoppy. I'd rather shoot it out here in my own place and die with my self-respect.


HOPPY: What is it that's wrong, Liz? What's the cause of all this?


LIZ: Why, they've gone crazy, that's what's wrong. Crazy with reform. And that woman's the cause of it. Now get on out o' here, you two, before them others try sneakin' in here while I'm a-talkin'. And you can tell that sheriff that I've got two shotguns waitin' for them as I don't get with the dynamite!


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: HOPPY AND CALIFORNIA'S FOOTSTEPS TO WADE


WADE: Well, what'd she say?


HOPPY: She doesn't think she'd get a fair trial. What's behind all this, sheriff? What was the cause of the marshal being killed?


WADE: Well, there's a reform movement on in this town. And there's already three men dead because of it. Liz McCoy got into trouble because she wouldn't close her gamblin' place.


HOPPY: Gambling place? You mean Liz has been running one?


WADE: That's right. And when Traynor ordered her to close it, she told him to go soak his head.


HOPPY: Who's Dolly Chester? Liz said something about Dolly Chester being the cause of all the trouble.


WADE: I guess you could say she is. It's Dolly Chester that's leadin' the reform movement. Well, I can't stand here talkin'. I've gotta do somethin' about gettin' Liz McCoy out of that house.


HOPPY: Wait a second, sheriff. Why don't you hold off a while? I've been thinking that if this Dolly Chester guaranteed Liz a fair trial, Liz might give herself up.


WADE: Yeah? And who's gonna get Dolly Chester to do that? Heh! Not me. And not any other man in this town.


HOPPY: I'll talk to her.


WADE: You mean you'll try. Ain't a man in the world ever got anywhere talkin' to Feathers. And the same'll go for you.


HOPPY: Yeah? Where can I find her?


WADE: Well, that won't give ya no trouble. The biggest and best-lookin' house in town. And she's the prettiest woman in these parts. And if you think you can handle her, you're plumb loco.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: HOPPY'S FOOTSTEPS, JOINED BY FURGOL'S ... THEN IN BG


FURGOL: Wait a moment, friend. I'll walk with you. (BEAT) I heard what you said to the sheriff back there -- about talkin' Liz McCoy into giving herself up. It made me wonder.


HOPPY: What about?


FURGOL: Why you should want to meddle in things that don't concern you.


HOPPY: Liz McCoy is a friend of mine.


FURGOL: And you think you'll help her by giving her that kind of advice?


HOPPY: How would you help her?


FURGOL: I'm working on that. I'm doing my best to get her out of town.


HOPPY: That would make her seem guilty.


FURGOL: It should also help her to live longer. You must be unaware of the bitterness there is in this town, friend. The reform movement they have going has incited a lot of people to hysteria -- the kind of hysteria that breeds lynch mobs.


HOPPY: You speak as a man of education, but I don't know you.


FURGOL: I'm Furgol, a gambler. I run a place called the Blue Emerald.


SOUND: THEIR FOOTSTEPS STOP


HOPPY: I see. Well, I appreciate your advice, but I think you're wrong. I've never known anyone to help himself by going on the run.


FURGOL: If Liz McCoy stays in Windy Ridge, she may pay with her life. I know that. And Liz knows it. Liz and I are in the same business -- and I always take care of my kind.


HOPPY: Suppose this Dolly Chester is willing to guarantee Liz McCoy a fair trial?


FURGOL: Dolly Chester will guarantee nothing to anyone. And your interference will only confuse things.


HOPPY: It'd take gun play for you to get Liz from under the nose of that sheriff. He's tough and determined. And he has determined men with him.


FURGOL: Well, you're a man of your own opinions, friend, so I must warn you to stay out of it.


HOPPY: And if I don't?


FURGOL: You may not see the end of this street.


HOPPY: Then I guess I'd better go on my way alone.


FURGOL: Yes. Perhaps you had. Good night, friend.


SOUND: HOPPY'S FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE ... THEN IN BG, OUT AT [X]


BERTRAM: (OFF) Hey! You there!


HOPPY: Sorry, I'm not stopping.


BERTRAM: (OFF) You better stop.


HOPPY: Why? Aren't you good on moving targets? Stay out of this, whoever you are.


BERTRAM: (OFF) I'm tellin' you to stop!


HOPPY: Better change your business, stranger. You're in a deadly trade.


BERTRAM: (OFF) And this is one job I'm gonna finish. [X]


SOUND: TWO GUNSHOTS


BERTRAM: (OFF, HOLLERS IN PAIN AS HE'S GUNNED DOWN)


FURGOL: (APPROACHES, EXCITED) Bertram?! Where is he, Bertram?!


HOPPY: I'm here, Furgol. You'd better come and get your gunman. I have business of my own with Dolly Chester.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: DOLLY'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH ... OUT BEHIND--


DOLLY: You wanted to see me?


HOPPY: Yes, I did.


DOLLY: (BEAT) Do you always stare like that?


HOPPY: So that's why they call you Feathers.


DOLLY: Who calls me that?


HOPPY: Oh, several people. Maybe the whole town. Plumes. And never have I seen them so delightfully displayed.


DOLLY: (LAUGHS) And what else did they tell you?


HOPPY: They told me there wasn't a man in the world who can handle you.


DOLLY: And I suppose you came here because of that -- to satisfy yourself as to whether they're right or wrong.


HOPPY: I came here because a friend of mine is in trouble.


DOLLY: Who are you?


HOPPY: The name is Cassidy. But my friends call me Hoppy.


DOLLY: You're a stranger here.


HOPPY: Yes, I sort of get around. But I want to talk about Liz McCoy. I'm gonna ask you to help her.


DOLLY: Help her? How?


HOPPY: By assuring her that she'll have a fair trial if she gives herself up.


DOLLY: And why should I do that?


HOPPY: You're a woman.


DOLLY: Yes. I am. Probably more woman than you've ever seen in your life, for all of your getting around.


HOPPY: Hmm.


DOLLY: And that's just the reason I won't help Liz McCoy. Because the man she killed today was the man I was going to marry.  


MUSIC: CURTAIN


(PAUSE FOR COMMERCIAL BREAK)


ANNOUNCER: Now back to HOPALONG CASSIDY and our story, "The Women of Windy Ridge."


MUSIC: INTRO ... THEN BEHIND ANNOUNCER--


ANNOUNCER: Hoppy has been given a couple of hours in which to save the life of Liz McCoy, an old friend of California's. Liz, barricaded in her home, swears she's innocent of the killing of Brent Traynor and won't give herself up unless she is guaranteed a fair trial by Dolly Chester, leader of the town's reform movement against gaming halls. Hoppy has just made the request to Dolly Chester and the lady has just flatly refused him.


HOPPY: You know what it'll mean, don't you, your saying no?


DOLLY: I suppose it could mean anything.


HOPPY: It means that Liz McCoy will blow herself up when the sheriff and his men move in. And maybe she'll blow up one or two of the others with her.


DOLLY: I don't see how that concerns me.


HOPPY: You know, the more I talk to you, the more I feel that nothing concerns you except those fancy feathers you're wearing.


DOLLY: Now you're being impudent.


HOPPY: And I suppose that is being disloyal. I suppose nobody even dares to be impudent to the Queen of Windy Ridge. Miss Chester, what you need is a good spanking.


DOLLY: Oh? And do you think you're man enough to give it to me?


HOPPY: Yes, I think I am.


DOLLY: I guess you might be, at that. (BEAT) I guess you might. (BEAT, LIGHTLY) Uh, Hoppy, go back to your Liz McCoy. Tell her I guarantee that she'll get a fair trial.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


WADE: Well, Cassidy, I'm sure relieved. And I'm much obliged to you. I've got that deputy of mine ready to take Liz McCoy over to Reddington; be safer for her there. Safer for all of us.


HOPPY: Sheriff, how would Furgol figure in this?


WADE: I don't know. The Blue Emerald's just outside the town limits. It's the only gamblin' place around that the mayor can't close up.


HOPPY: Has Furgol always been friendly with Liz McCoy?


WADE: (CHUCKLES) Liz has always hated his insides and she's never been backward about telling him.


HOPPY: What about this reform movement? What do you think of it?


WADE: Cassidy, this is a raw country and its people have to blow off steam somehow.


HOPPY: Yeah.


WADE: Bottle 'em up and you breed trouble.


HOPPY: Yeah, you're right there, sheriff.


WADE: Steve Graham was a good mayor until he started off on this campaign. Now he's full of fever and so are the rest of the folks. And the worst part of it is goin' to come when those trail herds from Texas start movin' through here next week. With this "no gamblin', no drinkin'" fever, the folks are just waitin' for 'em. You're gonna see a bloody time, Cassidy. A bloody time.


HOPPY: Was the gambling harmful?


WADE: Oh, not that I ever noticed. The marshal always kept everything under control. (SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Who's that?


HOPPY: I couldn't tell for sure under that lantern out there, but I think it's my partner and the mayor.


WADE: Mayor?! It can't be.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS


STEVE: (APPROACHES) Wade, I want to--


WADE: Hey! I thought you and my deputy were takin' Liz McCoy over to Reddington.  


STEVE: Not me, Wade. There was bail put up. And Judge Lawson said she could go free until the trial.


WADE: Bail?! Of all the--! Who put it up?


STEVE: Furgol. He said she was his kind and he was going to help her.


CALIFORNIA: And Liz wants to see ya, Hoppy, right away, over to her house. She said to come even if it was late.


WADE: Bail. That rips everything. Come on, Pete, we'd better start swearin' in more deputies. We're gonna need 'em. And Cassidy, if you and your pal are willin', I'll start with you two.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: KNOCK ON DOOR


CALIFORNIA: That explosion sure tangled this place up. Seems kinda silly to be knocking on this door.


HOPPY: (LOW) Hold it a second.


CALIFORNIA: Why?


HOPPY: Didn't you hear that?


CALIFORNIA: What?


HOPPY: I thought I heard voices. Somebody sort of gasped or choked.


CALIFORNIA: And the light just went out. (EXCITED) Come on, let's get through these wrecked timbers.


SOUND: WOODEN BOARDS SHIFTED AROUND DURING FOLLOWING--


HOPPY: Yeah. (BEAT) Might have been easier if we'd-a gone around the back way.


CALIFORNIA: Ain't no back way. House sets into the side of the hill. Hoppy, there's something wrong here. Wish there was more light.


HOPPY: Yeah. Well, at least we're through that stuff.


CALIFORNIA: Yeah. This ought to be the front room. I-- What?!


SOUND: CALIFORNIA STUMBLES OVER DEBRIS, FALLS DOWN


CALIFORNIA: Dog-gone it!


HOPPY: What's the matter?


CALIFORNIA: Went flat on my fool face.


HOPPY: Stay quiet a second. (BEAT, CALLS) Liz? (NO ANSWER) Liz, are you here?


SOUND: CLOCK TICKING ... THEN IN BG UNTIL END OF SCENE


CALIFORNIA: Like bein' in a grave. Like, er-- (CRIES OUT) Oh!


HOPPY: What's the matter now?


CALIFORNIA: Pushed my face into cobwebs or somethin'! Hoppy, ain't ya got a match? This is gettin' on my nerves.


HOPPY: I'm way ahead of you. (SOUND: MATCH STRIKES) There's a lamp we can light if I can get to it.


SOUND: HOPPY TAKES A FEW STEPS


HOPPY: Uh-oh. Gotta light another match.


SOUND: WOODEN BOARDS FALL OVER


CALIFORNIA: Hey. What was that?


HOPPY: Could be more of those boards just falling. And it could be somebody makin' 'em fall. 


SOUND: LAMP IS HANDLED AND LIT


HOPPY: There. Now we got the lamp.


CALIFORNIA: Yeah. Yeah, that's better. Let's see if Liz is in this other room.


HOPPY: Yeah.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS ... HOPPY AND CALIFORNIA'S FOOTSTEPS IN


CALIFORNIA: (SURPRISED) Well. Well! Well, I'll be gol-durned. Sittin' in a chair fast asleep.


HOPPY: I'm afraid it's gonna be a long sleep, California. Take another look. There's a knife buried in her chest.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


STEVE: It's suicide, I tell ya! That woman knew she'd be convicted of the marshal's murder and she killed herself!


HOPPY: I don't agree with you, Mr. Mayor. Liz McCoy wasn't the type of woman to kill herself, whatever kind of problems she might have had.


STEVE: Ah, that's ridiculous. Anyone can kill themselves. For any reason.


HOPPY: (DRY) Sure.


STEVE: And I'm sure that's what our coroner's jury will say about it. And with this over and done with, we'll finish the business of cleaning up this town.


HOPPY: I'd say you've already finished it. And maybe the town as well.


STEVE: Wha--? What do you mean by that?


DOLLY: Steve, I think Mr. Cassidy's right. I think it's time to let up on our crusade. You've been getting too upset over it, Steve.


STEVE: (FLUSTERED) Why-- Why, I--


DOLLY: You've closed up all the gambling places in town. Don't you think that's enough?


WADE: With four people dead, I think its more than enough.


DOLLY: Mr. Cassidy?


HOPPY: Yes, Miss Chester?


DOLLY: Could I talk to you?


HOPPY: Mind if I make it a little later? Right now I'm heading for the county recorder's office.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: LEAFING THROUGH PAPERS


CALIFORNIA: Look, do ya have to go through every paper in the place? Can't that clerk help you?


HOPPY: Sh! Quiet. The clerk's an old man and he doesn't see very well. I'm just about through anyway.


CALIFORNIA: Right, Hoppy. But I sure don't get it.


HOPPY: You will, California, because I think I've come up with the exact reason for all this trouble they've been having in Windy Ridge.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS, FURGOL'S FOOTSTEPS IN ... DOOR CLOSES, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH


FURGOL: (APPROACHES) Hello, Cassidy. Don't tell me you're one of the few people around here who can read.


HOPPY: Hello, Furgol. Yes, I can read. It's a habit I picked up when I was quite young.


FURGOL: Thinking of buying some property in the neighborhood?


HOPPY: Not for a few years yet. I still like to get around and see things.


FURGOL: I imagine you see a lot of things, Cassidy. Too many, perhaps.


HOPPY: I notice you're wearing a gun, Furgol. You didn't have it on yesterday.


FURGOL: No. I only strap it on when I feel there's the possibility of personal unpleasantness.


HOPPY: I see.


FURGOL: Of course, I could take it off again, if you were willing to leave town. You might think about that, my friend.


HOPPY: Yeah.


SOUND: FURGOL'S FOOTSTEPS TO DOOR WHICH OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT AS HE EXITS


CALIFORNIA: There goes bad medicine, Hoppy. A chunk of ice. And prob'ly chain lightnin' with a gun.


HOPPY: He wears it as though he's used to it. But we can't worry about that. Not now, anyway.


MUSIC: TRANSITION


DOLLY: So you came back, Hoppy.


HOPPY: Didn't you think I would?


DOLLY: I hoped you would, because I - I can't seem to get you out of my mind.


HOPPY: Well, that could be a compliment.


DOLLY: It's meant to be.


HOPPY: And coming from a woman as beautiful as you are-- Well, I'm impressed.


DOLLY: Do you like my house, Hoppy?


HOPPY: I guess it's about the fanciest home I've ever been in. Especially for a town like this.


DOLLY: I chose this town deliberately, Hoppy. I picked it out and came to it when it was just beginning. I decided to make it my town because I wanted to grow with it.


HOPPY: Mm hm.  


DOLLY: And it is growing. We're the county seat now. Soon there'll be a railroad coming here. It's going to be a big town. And I'm going to be the most important woman in it. But a woman doesn't like to go her way alone. (CHUCKLES, LIGHTLY) Hoppy, stop twirling your hat. (SEDUCTIVELY) Just look at me.


HOPPY: How about Traynor, the marshal?


DOLLY: Oh, that was never a particularly flaming affair.


HOPPY: At least, uh, not on your part.


DOLLY: That's right.


HOPPY: From what I hear, he had it pretty bad for you, though.


DOLLY: Perhaps that's why I said I'd marry him. I really only wanted to be kind. But with you, Hoppy--


HOPPY: Traynor had it so bad for you that he didn't quite know what to do when he found out you were crooked.


DOLLY: When he found out I was--? What on earth are you talking about?


HOPPY: I'm talking about the fact that you own a half-interest in Furgol's gambling hall. I'm talking about how you engineered this so-called reform movement so all the town competition would be wiped out, with Furgol's place the only one left because it's beyond the city limits.


DOLLY: Wherever did you get such a fantastic idea?


HOPPY: From a very factual source -- the county recorder's office. You didn't have much time to lose, did you? Most people out here can't read and the recorder's an old man, almost blind. You weren't very likely to be caught. But I guess the marshal caught on, didn't he? But he loved you. So he made the mistake of telling you he knew, and you killed him.


DOLLY: Liz McCoy killed him. He died in her home.


HOPPY: Liz McCoy would have used a gun. She was that kind. The knife was your touch, Dolly. And you did the same thing to Liz, to make it look like a guilty suicide.  


DOLLY: Hoppy-- In a few years, it won't matter. But right now the town wouldn't like it if it knew about this.


HOPPY: No.


DOLLY: It'd be a shame to have me get in trouble for it, don't you think, Hoppy? Sort of a waste.


HOPPY: Well, you're a very beautiful woman.


DOLLY: And you have a lot on me.


HOPPY: Mm hm.


DOLLY: Enough to keep me entirely in your control. Entirely.


HOPPY: Mm hm.  


DOLLY: How about it, Hoppy?


HOPPY: I'll think about it, Dolly. But in the meantime I'm going to walk you over to the sheriff's office and turn you in for murder.


DOLLY: You fool. You insolent fool! (CALLS) Furgol?!


FURGOL: (OFF) I'm here, Dolly. Don't move, Cassidy. Just keep those hands in that hat, away from those holsters.


HOPPY: Not giving me much of a break, are you, Furgol?


FURGOL: (CHUCKLES) I never give anybody a break, Cassidy. It's the way I do business.


HOPPY: If this were stud poker, you'd be high man. But high card showing isn't always the best, is it?


FURGOL: It is this time, Cassidy. Because you don't even get a chance to draw.


SOUND: TWO GUNSHOTS!


MUSIC: CURTAIN


(PAUSE FOR COMMERCIAL BREAK)


ANNOUNCER: Now back to HOPALONG CASSIDY!


CALIFORNIA: Take it easy, Hoppy. This leg's gonna lay you up for a while.


HOPPY: How 'bout Dolly Chester?


WADE: We got her, Cassidy. And you know something? She's already squawkin' about getting a fair trial.


HOPPY: (LAUGHS)


WADE: But how'd you happen to down Furgol when he had the drop on ya?


HOPPY: Ah, I figured ahead of time that I'd be in the middle. So I had a derringer inside my hat. But it almost wasn't big enough.


WADE: Well, you did a great job, Cassidy. The town already has its sense back and I'm not gonna have to worry about them Texas trail riders.


CALIFORNIA: But, uh, how did ya know, Hoppy? How'd you figure it was Dolly Chester?


HOPPY: Did you ever know Liz McCoy to keep a dirty house, California?


CALIFORNIA: Shucks, no. She was about the cleanest party alive.


HOPPY: Right. So when you were crawlin' around on her floor last night I didn't see how you could be pushin' your face into cobwebs like you said. But I did figure it could be feathers -- with Miss Chester wearin' 'em as she sneaked by us in the dark.


CALIFORNIA: She was--? Feathers?


HOPPY: Yeah.


CALIFORNIA: Well, I'll be gol-durned. Yes, sir -- I'll be gol-durned!


HOPPY: (LAUGHS)


MUSIC: CURTAIN


ANNOUNCER: And that brings to a close the story of "The Women of Windy Ridge." In Hoppy's next story, there is plenty of adventure and excitement, and it carries the unusual title, "Right Rope, Wrong Neck." 


MUSIC: THEME ... THEN IN BG, UNTIL END


ANNOUNCER: HOPALONG CASSIDY, starring William Boyd, is transcribed and produced in the West by Walter White, Jr. "The Women of Windy Ridge" was written by Buckley Angel, with original music under the personal direction of Albert Glasser. All stories are based upon the characters created by Clarence E. Mulford. This is a Commodore Production.  



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