
Crooked Mile Full Episode – Gunsmoke, Season #10, Episode #02
Mr. Degler is resolved to sabotage his adult daughter’s relationship with Quint, who is of half-Indian descent. To achieve this, he seeks assistance from his cousin Praylie. However, Praylie has different intentions altogether. Gunsmoke Crooked Mile originally premiered on October 3, 1964.
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Crooked Mile Cast
Below are the actors featured in the Gunsmoke Crooked Mile:
- James Arness as Matt Dillon
- Milburn Stone as Doc
- Amanda Blake as Kitty
- Burt Reynolds as Quint
- Ken Curtis as Festus
- George Kennedy as Cyrus
- Royal Dano as Praylie
- Katharine Ross as Susan
- John Breen as Barfly (uncredited)
- Loren Brown as Barfly (uncredited)
- Noble ‘Kid’ Chissell as Barfly (uncredited)
- Rudy Germane as Barfly (uncredited)
- Chick Hannan as Barfly (uncredited)
- Chester Hayes as Barfly (uncredited)
- Pete Kellett as Barfly (uncredited)
- Rex Moore as Barfly (uncredited)
- Charles Morton as Barfly Stealing Ham (uncredited)
- Jimmy Noel as Barfly (uncredited)
- Glenn Strange as Sam (uncredited)
Full Story Line for Crooked Mile
Cyrus Degler is resolute in his efforts to sever the romance between his adult daughter and the half-Indian Quint. Seeking aid, he summons his cousin Praylie, but unbeknownst to Cyrus, Praylie harbors murderous intentions.
Cyrus (portrayed by George Kennedy) finds himself at odds with his daughter Susan (played by Katharine Ross) over her relationship with Quint. Cyrus vehemently opposes their union, resorting to horse-whipping Quint and issuing threats of dire consequences if the relationship persists.
Cyrus attempts to assert control over her life by expressing his concern for Susan’s well-being since her mother’s passing. Susan, however, stands her ground and even resorts to pointing a rifle at her father to protect her autonomy.
In a desperate bid to eliminate Quint, Cyrus summons his relative Praylie Degler (played by Royal Dano) to Dodge. Praylie, known for handling delicate matters within the family, arrives with sinister intentions.
Despite Festus and the Marshal growing suspicious, Praylie endeavors to carry out his lethal mission. A mysterious explosion at the blacksmith shop further complicates matters, prompting Matt to advise Praylie to leave town.
Ignoring Matt’s warning, Praylie confronts Cyrus to demand payment for his services. However, instead of accepting the owed money, he robs Cyrus of all his wealth. Susan intervenes again, aiming the rifle not at her father but at Praylie, marking a turning point with unforeseen consequences for all involved.
Full Script and Dialogue
You think you ought to be here? I'm here because I wanted to see you. Well, there you are. Good as new. Thank you. Better tell your pa that Old Man Blair made this for you. I know. Quint? I daren't stay any longer. See you tomorrow? I can't tomorrow. Maybe later in the week? I'll try. FESTUS: Whoa. Festus. I got this here new double-tree I was figuring to get some fittings on. I-I'd better go now. I'll walk you out. Howdy, Miss Susan. Bye, Miss Susan. I seen that buggy out yonder, but, golly Bill, I didn't know it was her. I made the noise when I come in. Well, it doesn't matter. We, uh, we're not trying to keep it any secret. I've been seeing her for about a month. Well, I can't say I blame you, Comanche. She's an awful pretty gal. Does old Cyrus know about this? It's none of his business. Besides. she's got a mind of her own, ain't she? Well, I reckon she has, but... Sure she has. Look, I got some clevises here I think I can make work. You want to go around back and see if you can find some ring clamps? Yeah, I'll see what I can find. Quint Asper. You hurt bad, boy? Well, I ain't hurt, but there's somebody gonna be! Just easy, Quint! Hey, you let him go if that's what he wants. I let him go, and he'll get on you like ugly on ape. You stay away from my daughter, or I'll kill you. I'll stay away from your daughter when she tells me to. Now get out of here! You had fair warning. You need to put some horse liniment on that. Why didn't you let me have at him, Festus? Well, what good would that've did if you figured to go on seeing her? That's just what I figure to do. Hey, you busy, Marshal? Well, no, Cyrus. Sit down. I'll keep my feet if it's all the same to you. What can I do for you? I want to swear out a warrant or a complaint or whatever it is you call it. I want you to keep that young Quint Asper half-breed away from my daughter. Now, Cyrus, let me tell you something. Quint Asper is a friend of mine. And I don't think he's any of the things you're calling him. Well, you might think different if it was your daughter he was bothering. How's he been bothering her? Aw, he's been seeing her, meeting her on the sly every chance he gets. Against her will? Girl her age ain't got no will. And got no sense, neither. How old is she? She's coming up 19. That's too young to be gallivanting around. Well, I don't know about that, either. A lot of girls 19 in this town are married and have a couple of kids by now. Well, they ain't marrying that half-breed! And she ain't, neither. Not if I have to keep her under lock and key. Well, there's a lot of folks around Dodge say that's what you've been doing for 12 years since her ma died. Well, then a lot of people ought to mind their own business. Cyrus, let me tell you something. No matter what you think of Quint Asper, he happens to be a pretty good man. He's a steady worker and a hard worker. And it seems to me your daughter's a pretty levelheaded young woman. Now, why don't you just let the two of 'em work it out? I'll see Quint Asper dead before I let him take that girl away from me. Maybe you don't have any idea of ever letting your daughter get married, huh? I didn't come here for that kind of talk. No, you came here to try and get me to do a job that you can't do. Oh, I can do it all right, Marshal. Don't you worry. I just figured the law ought to have the first chance. Well, Cyrus, there's nothing I can do about it. It's up to those two young people. Mm-hmm. All right. I'll handle it myself. Cyrus? You know, you're asking for a lot of trouble with this. Marshal, back in the hill country where I come from, they figure a man's got a right to protect what's his own. And you figure that's what you're doing? That's what I know I'm doing. And that's what I'm gonna keep right on doing. In spite of Quint or Festus Haggen or you, Marshal, or anybody else! In spite of Susan, too. (stammers) Yes, in spite of her, too, if it comes to that. What belongs to a man belongs to him. And that's the way it's meant to be. And young Quint Asper better realize that if he wants to go right on living. Have a good day, Marshal. FESTUS: It's your turn to draw, Miss Kitty. KITTY: I know it. Don't rush me. Well, I can take any number from one to three, right? FESTUS: Right as rain. KITTY: All right. I'll take one. How come you took three that time? I don't know. Something just said take three. All right. I'll take three, too. Why just one? I ain't greedy. I am. You know, the last game we played, you took three every time. I know I done that. And I've been ashamed of myself ever since. It just wasn't fair to you, Miss Kitty. All right, now let's see. If I take three. And you'll take one. And I'll get stuck with the last one and you'll win. Now, if I take two, and you... Well, you've won again. Well, golly Bill. What do you think of that? (laughs) Bring him another beer, Sam. I reckon that just goes to prove the natural superiority of the male brain. It goes to prove the natural superiority of some dirty, low-down trick. And I'm gonna find out what it is if it costs me every barrel of beer in this place. Well, I'll be glad to go right on learning you, Miss Kitty. - How are you, Matthew? - Festus. I thought you were the one that told me never to play another man's game. It looks so simple. And I just can't... Yeah, well, we'll go on with it later. Say, Festus, what was this that I heard about, uh, Cyrus, uh, beating up Quint with a bullwhip? Oh, it-it didn't amount to much. I took a little hand in it myself. And kind of discouraged him more or less. Well, did he threaten Quint or what? Well, I reckon you could call it that. He said he'd kill him if he caught him with Susan again. I tell you, that Cyrus is a bullheaded man. Once he makes up his mind on something, it's hard to change him. Ah, he sure is, Matthew. We used to have a saying back home in the hill country. Scratch a Degler and find a rock head. Did you know him back there? No, but all of his kinfolk lived right around where us Haggens come from. We didn't have a lick of use for them then. And I doubt that we ever will have. I've been a-telling Quint that there's other gals. But he don't pay me no heed. Yeah, I've been looking around for him. Somebody said he was in here. He was till a little bit ago. You know where he is now? I don't know where, Matthew. But I know why. Why? Well, he's went someplace to meet Susan. Was it real bad? The pain? No. Just shocked and surprised mostly. If Festus hadn't have been there, though, one of us would've killed the other one for sure. If anything like that was to happen, Quint, it'd kill me, too. Don't worry. It didn't and it won't ever. I don't know what's got into Pa. He wasn't like this when I was growing up. Just the last two or three years. Just when he ought to be learning to let go, it seems like he's grabbing on to me tighter than ever. Maybe he just doesn't take to the idea of his daughter marrying a half-breed. Don't say that again. Folks that know you has got more respect for you than they got for most anybody. I don't think it's you that's the reason. I think he'd be just the same if it was anybody else. It's like he wants to keep me with him forever. Quint, it scares me. Don't let anything scare you. You do, and you let it get power over you. And then it can hurt you. What are we going to do? Gonna wait it out, be careful. Things have a way of working themselves out if you just give them time. I don't know. Once Pa sets his mind, it seems like it's just set forever. He's different, Quint. He's not like other folks. He... I'd better go. I've been here too long already. He'll be asking me questions. Trying to pin me down. All right. When will I see you again? I'll get word to you somehow. I am scared, Quint. Of what? I don't know. Be careful. I will. ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Afternoon, Miss Susan. Have a pleasant trip to town, did you? Not especially. What's wrong, Pa? What's the matter? Come over here, Susan. What is it? How long has it been since your ma died? 12 years. You recollect anything about her, do you? Well, sure, a lot of things. What things? Well, I remember how pretty she was and how she was always so cheerful and all. And, well... You recollect the day she died? I remember I cried. Not just that day but for a long time. Even now, sometimes I still do. Why are you asking me all this, Pa? 12 years it's been since I've dug that grave. Dug it with my own hands. Buried her there, laid her in it, covered her over. She always favored that tree. So that's where I put her. With my own hands. Best wife a man could ever hope for. 12 years gone now. That's a mighty long time. I'm sorry, Pa. I miss her, too. I know how you feel. Now, what make you think you know how I feel? How would you know? I do, Pa, I really do. Then what makes you behave the way you do?! What do you mean? I try to do the best I know how. You seen Quint Asper again today. Not more'n an hour ago after I warned you to stay clear of him. Well, didn't you?! Answer me! Yes, I saw him. And didn't I warn you I'd wale the daylights out of you if you went near him again? You told me. And didn't you know I warned him I'd kill him if he kept bothering you? I knew that. Then why in tarnation did you do it?! Because I love him, and he loves me. You love him?! What about me?! Who is it that's raised you and done for you every day of your life since your ma died? Who is it that you owe a little loyalty to and gratitude and a little love maybe? I do love you, Pa... but that's got nothing to do with it. You keep trying to make me stay a little girl, and I'm not. I'm a woman, and I think and I feel like a woman! And I've got to live like one, too. If Ma was alive, she'd understand! Don't you tell me what your ma would do. Well, she would! Any woman would! I knew your ma better than anybody because she was my wife. Oh, sure, you look like her. These last two, three years, you've grown into the spitting image of her. But looking like her don't mean being like her, because your ma was no tramp! And neither am I! Got no right to talk to me like that! Or sending Creed to spy on me like you done. I seen him sneaking around the town, only I just didn't know what he was up to. I'll do anything that's needed to protect what's my own. Your own what? Your daughter, your housekeeper, your slave, your hired hand, what? Now you stop that kind of talk. I'm a grown woman! I'm old enough to get married. And that's what I'm gonna do. I may look like Ma, but I'm not her. I'm me. I'm Susan! I'm not your wife! I'll curb that Satan's tongue of yours if I have to cut it out of you. You're not. You're not gonna do it, Pa. I'll teach you a proper respect. No, don't! What did you mean by that, "I'm not your wife"? Don't make me do it, Pa. Get back. ♪♪ Now I just want you to just try that there. Mmm... Mmm, Doc, now that's really good. I haven't tasted one like that for years. I'll say you haven't. Where'd you get it? Friend of mine sent that to me. That's been aged three years. Hard as a rock, just look at the mold on it. Now that's what I call ham. And you just, just can't find it anymore. Well, people don't take the trouble these days. You know, everybody's in a hurry. Yeah, everybody's looking for a shortcut. Hello, Susan. How are you? I'm sorry to butt in like this, Doc. It's all right. I was looking for the marshal. Susan, what can I do for you? Well, uh, can I talk to you? Say, you know what I was thinking? Wouldn't a glass of cold beer go good with that? Sure would. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm just gonna take that right over to the Long Branch and see that everybody gets a taste of real ham. Now when you, when you get a chance, come by. All right. Well, Susan, how are things going at home? Not very good. Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Haven't been by for a couple of weeks. I thought maybe things were getting straightened out. No, they're not, Marshal. My pa won't even speak to me unless he has to. Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Susan, but, you know, your pa's a stubborn man. You'll have to give him time. He's gone out on a limb that's pretty hard for him to back off. He's not meaning to back off. What do you mean? He sent for Cousin Praylie from back home. Must have been about two weeks ago, the day, the day we had our big argument. Who's Cousin Praylie? I've never seen him, but I heard about him. He's mean and tough, and whenever anyone in our family gets in trouble, they send for Cousin Praylie. Marshal, Pa sent for him to come and kill Quint. When's he expected to arrive in town? Well, about any time, the way I figure. Marshal, if anything was to happen to Quint, I just wouldn't want to go on living. Now, Susan, let's don't put the cart before the horse. You know, Quint and Festus are a pretty tough combination. And I'm gonna be keeping my eye on things, too. Marshal, what's got into Pa? He's never been like this. He's always been good to me. I thought he loved me. Now it's like I don't even know him. Why's he doing this? Thank you. It's a little old, isn't it? Well, it's, uh, kind of tough, too. Well, maybe if it weren't so salty. Well, thanks for the taste, anyhow. I, um, I got things I gotta do. Women. "Old and salty." What are you trying to do? Whiskey. You know a fellow around here named Cyrus Degler? Yeah, he's got a ranch south of town. You a friend of his? He's kinfolk of mine. I'm his cousin Praylie. I got to say this, Doc, I ain't never eat ham better than that since I was a kid back home. And that's the pure truth. You never had any better ham than this any time. Well, now, I wouldn't lie to you, Doc. It was just a wee mite better. Well, I just don't believe it. Well, it-it's the truth, now. And, well, not that this ain't the second best ham I ever eat. The second best? Well, it ain't actual right to make a comparison 'cause my papa had this special way of curing ham. Hmm. How'd he do it? Papa went to work and built this great big firebox right outside the hog pen. QUINT: Yeah? And then he run the flue right through the pigsty. Golly Bill, the wood that I had to chop and tote to keep that firebox a-going. Burned it day and night the year around. And of course he always kept plenty of rock salt around for the hogs to eat. Huh. What'd he want to do that for? FESTUS: Why'd he do that? Well, when butchering time rolled around in the fall, them hogs was already smoked and salted and cured and ready to eat, right on the hoof. Ah... ha, ha, ha. And I'll tell you something else, Quint. His pa was probably pickled. Not my pa; not pickled, Doc. You'd never catch a Haggen getting pickled. Just runs off us like water off of a duck. Now... that you've gone all through that, would you like to have another piece of my second-rate ham, here? Well, now don't get sensitive, Doc. For a pure, old, everyday, common ham it's about the best - I've ever eaten. - Yeah. I think we'd ought to have a little more... Well, looks like we got a unexpected visitor. I hear you call yourself a Haggen? Well, you just, uh, might have, mister, if you had your ears a-flapping at our private conversation. Haggens have got too big of mouths for private conversations. Everybody in the hill country knows that. You want to know something, Comanche? Either the wind's a-shifting around to the loading pins, or this place is taking on a Degler smell. That's right. Praylie Degler. And a right pretty smell it is, for sure. He means, to another Degler. This here's the one that does all the dirty work for the family. Looks like old Cyrus sent for some help, Quint. Quint? So you're the one. That's right. PRAYLIE: Cyrus must be getting old. Now, let me tell you something, Praylie. If you got any notion of getting old yourself, you'd better get on that train and head for home. Oh, you're in on this, too, hmm? Cyrus didn't tell me. But that's all right. Two to one ain't such bad odds. Since one of 'em only counts as half, as you might say. Good evening, Marshal. You Praylie Degler? Man gets known in a hurry in this town. There's a train heading back east in about two hours. Why don't you be on it? Well, now it's three to one. It appears there's some things that Cyrus didn't tell me. You'd be a whole lot better off, Degler. I don't know what you're talking about, Marshal. Ain't a man got a right to visit with his kinfolks without everybody getting unfriendly toward him? You can visit with your kinfolks all you want to. But if you start what I think you're here to start, they're gonna be visiting you. In jail. I'm much obliged for the advice, Marshal. Real delicate town. I can see a man has to walk real careful. Mighty pleasant meeting you all. And I appreciate your asking me to stay and talk. I reckon I'd better get on out to Cousin Cyrus's. You owe me for your drinks, mister. Oh, so now it's four to one. Cyrus didn't tell me how the odds build up on you here. You know, every time Pa would catch hisself a Degler, he'd throw him into the pen and smoke him with the rest of the hogs. But there never was a one of 'em that ever turned out fit to eat. Takes more than a big mouth to eat a Degler. You need teeth. I hate to go back out to the ranch. I'm a little afraid of him. Well, what do you got to be afraid of? You're his kin, aren't you? How can you forgive me for being? Listen, I got a grandpa that still wears a-a blanket and feathers. (laughs) Are you sure we're doing the right thing? Just going ahead and not telling Pa anything? Well, you know what he'd do if he found out, don't you? Yes. I know. Look, once it's done, he can't change it. That's when he's gonna have to do the changing. I've never wanted to hurt him. In spite of all this, I do love him. Next to you, I love him more than anything. Of course you do. He's your pa. Sometimes he acts more like my owner or something. Well, that's just his way. Look, we've been over this about a hundred times. I know, I'm sorry, I love you. Have you got it straight? What-what you're gonna do, I mean. I'm going to pack a bag... A little bag. A little bag, without telling anyone. Yeah, just the things you need so you can get out of the house easy. Yes. And then I'm gonna sneak out and meet you at the depot at noon. And stay out of sight. Now, I'll be there with the tickets. We'll go to Kansas City, we'll get married, and we'll... we'll stay there until it... till it all blows over. I am scared, I got to admit. What's to be scared of? I don't know, just a feeling. From now on, you won't be scared of anything. - Promise? - That's a promise. Now, be real careful for the next 24 hours. Don't sass your pa, and don't talk back to Cousin Praylie. Just don't do nothing. I'll be like a mouse. All right. (clicks tongue) ♪♪ Morning, Cyrus. Marshal. Is this call official or just neighborly? Could be either one. I'd sure like to talk to you, though. Well, come on in. It's cooler inside. Will you have a seat? No, thanks, Cyrus. Well, Marshal, what is it that we've got to talk about? Your cousin Praylie. Is he here? No, he rode off somewhere this morning. To town, I reckon. It was a mistake bringing him here, Cyrus. Oh, he tell you I brought him here? No, but we both know you did. Let's quit beating around the bush. You brought him here to try and kill Quint. Well, that's a pretty rough accusation, Marshal, unless you've got proof. If I had proof, Cyrus, this would be an official visit and I'd be here to jail the both of you. I got what you might call a little personal problem, Marshal. No-good tramp keeps hanging around, bothering my daughter. Now, I've tried warning him, and I've tried going to the law, and I didn't get nowhere either way. So you brought in the family killer. Oh, no. I just got myself some help, that's all. If Quint Asper stays away from my family, he ain't gonna have no trouble with Cousin Praylie. What does it take to get some sense into that hard head of yours, Cyrus? (Cyrus sighs) Now, sense is a matter of opinion, Marshal. Ugh, you just don't understand. You ain't never fetched up a daughter all alone like I done. You seen that grave out there. Well, ever since then, I've been both a ma and a pa to her. And it ain't been easy. Well, you've done a good job, too, Cyrus. But... And now that she's growed up and can be of some use to me, she wants to go traipsing off with the first no-good tramp that comes whistling past the gate. And you tell me I hadn't ought to do nothing about it. There's nothing you can do about it, Cyrus. Don't you understand that? She's a grown woman now. And I'll tell you something, if you're worried about losing her, the quickest way to do it is to try to put chains on her. Like I said, it's a matter of opinion, Marshal, and if you want to warn somebody, I suggest you warn Quint Asper. You're wrong, Cyrus. You're dead wrong. I just hope you don't find it out too late. Now, I told your cousin Praylie that if he starts anything around Dodge, I'm gonna jail him. The same thing goes for you. (horse snorts) Man's got a right to protect his own, ain't he, Marshal? ♪♪ ♪♪ Golly Bill, I was beginning to think you wasn't gonna show up this morning. What the devil you doing here? Well, I'm waiting for you. I got a job of work that needs doing. Well, I wasn't, uh, figuring I'd open the shop today for... for business, actually. Well, Old Ruth here has throwed a shoe and he's got another one loose. It ain't gonna take but a minute to fix it. Well, as long as it's only a couple shoes, why don't you have Hank Miller do it, huh? Well, I reckon I could, but... What are you trying to do, get rid of me, Comanche? No, I ain't trying to get rid of you. Well, what are you - trying to do, then? - I ain't trying to do nothing. What are you doing all duded up? I'm not all duded up, I just... What do you got in the grip there? I ain't got nothing in the grip except some old dirty clothes, that's all. "Dirty clothes," my foot. Well, as long as there's only a couple of shoes, and if I got the right size in there and it doesn't take much fitting, I'll... all right, I'll do it. You want me to bring him in? No, just leave him right there and come on in and give me a hand. Well, I'm ever so much obliged to you, - I'm sure. - Well, you ought to be. You'd think I was asking you for half of your blacksmith's shop or something. All right, all right. I'm sorry. Well, I reckon a man's bound to get snappish when he's got as much on his mind as you have. Yeah. At least we don't have to start from scratch; there's still some hot coals in there. You want to throw some more on? I'll rummage around in here until I find three or four that might fit her. Well, that ought to be enough to do the job, I reckon. (humming a tune) What time's she supposed to meet you, Comanche? Today about noon, down at the depot. Uh-huh. Who told you? Well, you did just then. All right, you know. We're going to Kansas City and getting married. Stay a couple of weeks until Cyrus gets over his mad. Get out of the way. If I was you, I'd figure on staying for a year or two. You know, that Cyrus Degler's got a head harder than that mule out yonder. And not a whole lot more sense. You know, I think you're right. Once it's done, it's done, and he can't change it. Well, things are sure gonna be a heap different around here without you, Comanche. You a married man and all. How do you mean, Festus? Well, we won't get to make no more trips to Wichita or go and set in the Long Branch or anything like that. It's not gonna be any different just 'cause I'm married. FESTUS: Ah, once she gets that collar around your neck, that old dog ain't gonna hunt no more. Festus, you know Susan's real fond of you. Yeah, real fond. Well, if his old foot don't fit none of these, he's just gonna have to go barefooted. That's all there is to it. (sniffs) Get out of here! (coughing) Cousin Praylie. Right. What was that? I wouldn't know. Sounded like an explosion. Could've been. Well, I can't see anything. Must've been clear out the edge of town. Down by the blacksmith's shop maybe? Why'd you say that? Quint Asper's place is down that way, isn't it? Yes, it is. Wouldn't it be a pure pity if he'd gone and got himself all blowed to pieces? ♪♪ - Sam! - Sam, have you saw that...? Hold it! Well, I'd ought to have knowed that. If you're looking for a Degler, the first place you'd ought to look is behind your back. That's a good one, Festus. I know them Haggens ain't very bright. But they can be kind of funny sometimes. Now, just what did you two have in mind? You know, we've been arguing about that. Yeah, old Quint here is for getting the rope and stringing you up. But old softhearted me, I'm for breaking both of your legs or something. Like I said, this is a real unfriendly town. Yeah, it's gonna get a lot more unfriendly, too. Hold it. Drop the gun. (gun drops to the floor) All right, there's a stage out of this town in ten minutes. I want you to be on it. You've got no proof of nothing, Marshal. If I had proof, you'd be in that jail rotting. Now get going. How about that explosion? I guess it was pretty bad, huh? Well, it's gonna take a lot of fixing. No doubt he had something to do with it. Well, most of it's Cyrus' responsibility. It's about time we had a little talk with him. You want to ride out there? - Let's go. - Sure. (horse neighs) ♪♪ (door opens) Where you been? In town. I'm pulling out, Cyrus. I'm going back home. You mean, you already... I already nothing. I had a try at him. It didn't work, and now the law's on it. Well, w-what kind of a try? I laid a powder charge in that shop of his. But he got out somehow before it went off. Well, you weren't supposed to make a move unless he jumped you. And especially not that kind. You wanted him dead, didn't you? What difference does it make how it was done? CYRUS: It makes a difference if it's murder. You got a weak stomach, Cyrus. Anyhow, it didn't work, so forget it. Well, then how come you're leaving? Too many of them lined up agin me. You let me think this Quint was the only one I had to deal with. You didn't tell me about Haggen hanging around all the time. Or the marshal being a good friend of his. You got me in a lot of trouble, Cyrus. Letting me think this was going to be easy. (laughs) And I wanted to throw a scare into him. Scaring that boy is like scaring a barn door. There just ain't no way. So you're just gonna turn tail and run? I might as well. Seeing as you're gonna lose that girl of yours anyway. What are you talking about? I seen that young Quint down at the depot yesterday. And after he left, I asked the agent. And he told me Quint bought two tickets on today's train to Kansas City. I don't reckon that second ticket is for Haggen. I'll soon find out. You aiming to run off with Quint? Who told you that? Never mind who told me. I asked you a question. You answer me! I'm aiming to marry him if that's what you mean. Then you are fixing to run away. You little sneak. You're not leaving this ranch. You hear me? Not if I have to chain you up. Now, what the devil are you doing? Open that box, Cyrus. You're just a thief, huh? Just a common thief. So low-down, you'd rob your own kin. I got some coming in case you forgot. I promised you a hundred dollars if you run Quint out of town. I figured it was worth more. On account of you not telling me about his friends. Now, how much more? Half of what's in this box. That's my whole life savings. Then I'm luckier than I thought. Where's the key, Cyrus? You can shoot me ten times over, Praylie. You'll never get that key. I don't need the key, Cyrus. I just wanted to give you a chance to do the right thing. (gun clicks) Yes, sirree. I made a little agreement with myself. I said, "Praylie, if Cyrus does the right thing, "and pays up fair and square, "why, then we'll just take half. "But if he acts mean and cheap, "why, then we'll take it all. Just to teach him a lesson." Well, that's every cent I got in the world, Praylie. You see, I was right. You're already beginning to learn your lesson. But I'm your own kin. You can't do this to me. Oh, you may be right... (horse neighs) Sue! Let's hold our fire till we find out what they're doing in there. She's dead. It's her own fault. You seen it. She tried to kill me. CYRUS: Praylie. ♪♪ Where is she? Where is she?! She's in the house. She's dead, Marshal. Praylie killed her. Better go in with Quint. (birds chirping) (crying): Aw... aw, God forgive me. (crying quietly) ♪♪
Behind the Scenes of Crooked Mile
George Kennedy portrayed Katharine Ross’s father in the film. Surprisingly, their age gap is merely fourteen years and eleven months.
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