Frontier Gentleman: Remittance Man (Ben Wright Audition)

They have some rather strange customs in the West. There's a town in Montana territory where it's against the law to carry a gun. The sheriff lives by this order, but other men can die because of it.

One-tier, gentleman. Herewith, an Englishman's account of life and death in the West. As a reporter for the London Times, he writes his colorful and unusual account. But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories.

Now, starring Ben Rice, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman. The journey had taken 98 days from St. Louis. I'd come by riverboat, up the Missouri, with little stern wheeler climbing, churning, cuddling over two thousand miles of sandbar and ratty.

Then into the lonely wastes of another swifter stream, the Yellowstone, until we finally docked at South Sunday in Montana territory. My ticket had cost $300, which left me about 50 in my pocket. And the slim hopes that there'd be a letter at the express office with my remittance from England.

Afternoon. Just enough for both. Right. I wonder if there's a letter for me. J.B. Kendall. Kendall. Any trouble on the way up? I hear the soup and kicking up the heels, sittin' balls makin' big medicine again.

Don't sound good. Oh, we didn't see that here. In the rules. English, ain't ya? Yes. I figured by your talk, don't see many you in these parts. Nope, nothin' for you, mister. You're sure? It's father in court.

Nope, maybe tomorrow on the Overland, though. Say you planning to stay wild. I think so. Better get in register then. Register? Over to Sheriff Plantins' office. There's a notice on the wall, maybe missed your attention.

All strangers to South Sunday will within one hour of arrival register at the office of the sheriff or be prosecuted. That's Plantins' orders. The price he missed the signs, they're all over. Thanks. That's all right.

Wouldn't want to see you in trouble. This ain't the healthiest town in the territory. Not for strangers. Oh. Any particular reason? As Sheriff's office, six stores up this day. Afternoon, Mr. Farley. This is, here's Mr. Kendall, just off the boat.

I was telling them about registering. That's good idea. Jake Farley is one of the Sheriff's deputies who helps me tell Sunday law about him. It's a big job in these times. What's your business, Mr. Kendall?

Oh, well, you might call me a jack of old trade. Am I? I do a little writing for a London newspaper. You know, an Englishman's view of the Wild West, that sort of thing. We don't take the strings.

Oh, really? It's a shame. I'd be looking forward to my visit. Well, you've seen it now. You know what it's like. Suppose you get yourself back on the boat and try up the line of Rosebud at Johnson City.

I don't think so. And now, if you're a part of me, I'll register that you're up. You're carrying a gun. No. over your head. I'll leave you home, at your bags, here. Take it up.

Well, I don't suppose you'd like to give me a hand. No, no, I didn't think so. Ah, Farley, isn't he? That's right. I tell me, Mr. Farley, how did your tongue get its name? How should I know?

Civic Pride, sir. Mr. I don't like the way you talk or what you say. So you shut your mouth. You start here. You just come in off the boat, Frank. He's a writer, a newspaper in London or something.

He ain't caring, nothing that's correct. You're a shred of planting. Yeah, J.B. Kendall, I understand I have to register. Yeah. You want to write about South Sunday? I might. Oh, come. Well, as a matter of fact, the name intrigued me.

You kidding? No, not at all. I write about the West, and you're in the heart of it. From what I understand, there might be trouble brewing with the Sioux and the Cheyenne. I like to be here to close up. What's the name of your paper?

London time You have a dook all kinds come these parts mr. I exactly calling you alive. That's quite all right I'm copy too careful here A You pretty sugary. Yeah. Mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

That's what it says, you see, Dake? Yeah. Just say. Anyone else get off a boat with you? Not that I know of. Well, you're sound all right to me, Mr. Carol. I just remember, I got a set of rules.

You live by and while you are here, you'll get along. I've been fed enough. No man except to name authorized by me, carries a gun and stuff, don't they? That way we don't get a bunch of crazy, it up mine isn't like shooting up the place. It seems the usual thing for a man to be armed

in most places. Well it ain't usual here. It's again law. I see. You got still fixed up the hotel? Not yet. Now you go over to the empire, Mr. Kendall. Tell them Frank Clanton's sent you.

They'll take care of you. All right, very good audio. They take a look at his baggage line. You're gonna search my luggage? That's right, mister. No guns and socks. I mean, not worn ahead. That's a law.

I haven't got one. Glad they're here. I like a piece of a man. Yes, sir. I feel like you might think of seven down in South Sunday. It's my class, little town in Montana territory.

It's an opportunity for a man. I'll keep it in mind, Mr. Clanton. Nothing is packed, right? Well, now, Mr. Candle, you enjoy your stay. Anything you want, you just ask me. And I'd appreciate it if you put my name in your paper, sir.

Whatever you want to say is okay with me My hotel room was a palace in comparison to the cabin on the riverboat And after cleaning up I went downstairs to the saloon by in the hotel. What did it drink before dinner?

The place was practically empty, but I wasn't alone for long You're the English fellow ancient candle. Yes, that's right. I'm la la work here Frank Clanton said to be nice to you on being nice One by me a drink, it's on French.

Well, I'd be delighted to. About a little... Champagne, Harry. Yep. Frank says it's not Ladylike to drink whiskey. Say, what you do to that, man? I ain't never seen him like this. Do you think I'm going to write about him for my paper?

Are you? More than likely. You gonna write about me too? If you want me to. I'm Jake Follies, girl. They don't like you. They got mad when Frank said to be nice to you. Um, does everybody in South Sunday do what Clanton tells him to do?

Sure. Why? You drink? Ah, well, good luck. I don't hear, Lyla. What about Clanton? You seem like a nice fella. Don't ask questions. Well, what about you then? Me, what do you care? Where are you from?

I was born in Ohio, got married and came out with. Five years back, my husband got killed in the gun fire. I don't know. Kind of drifted around and ended up here. One place as good as the next.

Is it? I can. What about you? Your home's in England, huh? It was. You wanted them lords or dukes or something? Oh, not exactly. Married? No. Must be interested in traveling around, seeing new things.

It has its advantages. But I suppose you'd like to get back home. Ooh, let's just say that one place is as good as the next. Oh. You can't go back, huh? Trouble? In a way.

It's a, oh look, your friends are coming. Who? You're Mr. Palis. Listen, you'll be careful with him. They can get awful means. Doesn't he take orders from Clanton, too? I thought my person was sacro time.

Don't talk smart like that to him. It rhymes when he ain't an educated man. Oh, Mr. Palié, good evening. Will you join us? No. No, I just come to tell you not to get no ideas about lilac.

Well, now what ideas do you think I'd have? I'm telling you. You're telling me what? And you keep the hands of my girl, you understand? My dear fellow, I haven't touched your girl. The thought never even ended my mind.

We were just having a drink day, so I couldn't instead. Are you keep out of this? You know, I find your manager what this young lady's are, the offensive. You just asking for trouble, aren't you?

No, not at all. Now you think you can come in here with your fancy talk, your fancy way, and make a fool out of me. You know, maybe Frank should suck up, but not me.

I don't like you and I don't trust you. I'm Mr. Thali, it couldn't be a blessed consequence what you think of me. You can't, you just... Shut up! Now that I don't stand for, shall we?

Let go! I imagine it's broken. Oh, and now if you don't mind, I'll relieve you with ease. Yeah, Captain, your disposition has no right running around with even one gun, let alone two. You should have killed him.

What? What on earth for? Listen, there are two more of these side-daken clattin', they'll get you, you won't have a chance. I think you better clear out before Mr. Farley stops bleeding. He's not going to be in a very nice mood.

Where are you going? Don't mind Mr. Clanton's office. I've got to have a little talk to him. In a moment, we return to Frontier Gentlemen. People who live in glass houses maintain a fine view of the world, but they do give up a great deal of privacy in the process.

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You can't go down there. They went off the back. You're a total clante and by now they'll be waiting. So that's all right. What's the matter with you? You want to die? Of course not. If you're gunning for them. Gunning for who I'm not gunning for anybody.

I said, why are you going to see Frank? I told you I want to talk to him. Listen, you gotta get out of town. Don't you know who they are? You don't know what you're fun.

This way. It took my hand and ran back up the streets. We ducked down a narrow alleyway up a rickety flight upstairs which was a back entrance to the Empire Hotel and then along a musty corridor parked my room and into hers.

I'm looking for you here. Your friend Mr. Harley is going to be quite upset if they do. His name is Bali. Clanton isn't clanton, they're the Shelton boys. Shelton? You Mexico, Shelton boy? They're four of them brothers.

What are they doing in South Sunday? I'd know from Billy the Kid. They killed one of Billy's men down south. Billy swore to get them all forth. That's why France wasn't anybody around here, Carrie, I'd gone.

But how do you know all this? It was my husband, Dave Kil. Your husband was Billy. He was both crazy young. Carrie joined up with Billy for excitement, I guess. One time he was gone out of town three months, I was lonesome and I missed date.

Harry came back, they had a fight over me. They got through and we ran away together. Not you. And you thought I'd come after them, and Billy had sent them? They all think it now too.

Who made Frank shit it? Yes. Nobody. There wasn't one one we came, he just took over. Funny thing is, I think he's a pretty good chef. With the old ways, kind of likes it here.

Why have you told me all this, Lana? I don't know. Talk with me like I was a lady. Indian treats the school better than day treats me. Maybe I want to see you finish him.

Well, it's not going to be very pleasant for you anymore. But you've got a funny way of saying things. Is there any way that you could go, friend? In South Sunday. What about home? I mean, Ohio.

Home. Know what it cost to get there? I've got no money, but it's good. If I could, I had nice folks. I don't even know if they're alive or dead. I'm sure I'd like to take a chance to find out.

Lyla, we'll see what we can do. Where are you going now? I have that talk with Frank. You know how to use a gun. Yes. You take this one. Lock yourself in after I've gone.

You take this. I've got a derringer. Alright. Here. In case I have any trouble, it's $50. I don't want your money. At least you're able to get out of town. Now you take it. Watch yourself, will you?

They've got a mean draw. I don't watch myself. The chosen brothers and troubled their two of their chums were I was looking for in our own. I was pretty certain of that. I was looking for them too.

But the advantage was on their side. The town was strange to me. So I went to the one place where I was fairly sure I'd be safe from a surprise attack. You're a faint here, what are you...

Careful. It's your hands where they are. I'm Kendall. It's... it's... now listen I... You may very slowly, carefully, unbuckle your gundo and let it drop to the floor. If you try to be foolish and brave, I shall be delighted to shoot you in the stomach.

Not me, Mr. Kendall, you see. Just like you say. Which skeleton are you? One row. Say well, Mr. Shelton. I wish you to walk to that cell in a far corner. Go in and close the door behind you.

You will then stand with your back to the door. You wouldn't kill me. Oh, yes, I would. Now, if you go. Close it, please. Good. These, I presume, are the keys to the cell? Yes.

Right. I'll turn around, please. Now, I'm going to gag you. to get you and in order to do so I must put my guns away and use two hands. By any chance your friends come in and you make an help cry while I'm doing this I should teach you what trick I learned in India. It feels like this.

Oh effective you understand? Yeah right. Close to the bar please. By the way how many are they looking for me? Two, three, three, here. Now I will make ourselves comfortable and wait for your brothers. I think it's coming. I remember what I told you Mr.

Shelton, not a sign. Is it a backdoor? Come out with your hands up, away from it and after you. Alright, let's get that guy off. I can see I'm going to need you. What are you going to do?

I'll probably help you end up killing you. Nothing personal you understand. What do you say, hello? Aren't you coming? I've got a much better idea. You opened the door and so your gown's in. You and I?

Tell him. Yeah, how many in here, Frank? Hello? You come on out, make a week to make a deal. You keep your gown. I think it'd be safer if you came in without your... Well, you couldn't rush you. You couldn't get all free of it.

You have my permission. I don't know how your brother will feel about it. You want to tell him? Now, no one is in crazy, Frank. He's got a gun at my head. You kill me, Frank.

I hate to do this, but I'm afraid they don't believe you. No, no, no. Hey, Frank, you do what he says! We opened up the door. Go down your gun. You give it to your world you want, you?

Not unless you do anymore. No. We're coming in now. Well, doesn't family reunion? The brothers shall sit. Keep your hands where I can see them, aren't you? Now if really the kid made a mistake about what happened now and now it's not. It takes it mean to shoot Lyla's husband. I did you

I threw him, that's all. Yeah, that's the way it was. Lyla knows it was a fair fight. I should tell you. Speaking of Lyla, I hope she's well. She's all right. We got no fight with the kid or you.

Why don't we all go on down and saloon, have a drink, talk it over. Me and my brothers been living a nice, quiet life up here. We won't make no trouble. Now, Dave! Lately dishonorable and most done wise.

Anymore hidden armaments? You're going to... That depends. Mr. Schurman, have you got $500? Yeah. I guess so. The Lyla wants to go home and that's about what it will cost. You have the money here?

It's in the safe. Sure, she could take the boat out when it leaves in the morning. Ain't that's your date? Get it? Yes. Good. That's that of your account. Now all of you get into the cell And incidentally until this evening I had no idea who you were and I certainly never met your friend Billy the kid

I thought you'd like to know Hey, what about Jake? He's gonna have a doctor. He'll breed it there. Yes, he probably will Well, I'm going back to the heart of her toe and if Lyla's all right, I'll send a doctor if she's not well We'll find an undertaker. Thank you, mr. Kendall. Oh, that's nothing Lyla

Good luck. You ever come Ohio where you look me up? I'll remember that. You're a gentleman. I'll never forget you. Goodbye Mr. Kendall. You're about to trouble last night. Yes. Sure must have been something.

Go to the sheriff, a whole gang road in, tried to shoot him up. He ran him off. Really? I wonder, has that letter arrived here? Nope, nope, nope, Ray not, nails already come in, won't be anymore until next week.

Oh, but when it does come, perhaps you'd be kind enough to forward it to me. Sure. What address? In Carrot the Express Office, Rosebud, Montana territory. Brontere Gentlemen, was written, produced, and directed by Anthony Ellis, and stars Ben Wright as J.B. Kendall.

Featured in the cast were Jack Crucion, Michael Ann Barres, Stacy Harris, Vic Perin and Barney Phillips. Music was composed and conducted by Gerald Goldsmith. Join us again next week for another report from the Frontier Gentlemen.