The Englishman

Your guide would cut your throat for ten dollars, and even if he didn't you'd be shot by bandits or scout by Indians. My gun is your safe passage. You're going to need it. Have gun will travel.

Starring Mr. John Dana as Paladin. San Francisco. 1875, the Carlton Hotel, headquarters of the man called Paladin. You know, Mayboy. I'm bored this afternoon. Too much of the same thing.

Oh, you saw me, Sir Paladin. Only something different would happen. I say, Porter. Oh, something different, Mr. Paladin. Which is the way to flee town, Montana? Fleetown? Ah, yes. Perhaps I might help you. My name is Palatine.

Well, I thank you, sir. I'm James Brunswick. Hey, boy. Bring Mr. Brunswick some brandy. No, no, very kind, but I can't tell you. See, my father, the eighth Earl of Ailesbury, invested money in this ranch in Montana, and now that my brother's dead, his share was left to me.

And you're going there to take possession? Precisely, and my interest is hot. The rest is owned by a fifth cousin, and it's Felicia Carson. That I must make arrangements to get there quickly. A lone woman attempting to run a large ranch?

Well, you understand? Of course. I imagine she'll be pleased to have a man's help. You're quite neat. Well, I'll hop a train and I'll just pop in on her in a day or two. Three weeks will be closer to the truth. The train will drop you about 200 miles from Fleeton, from there on its horseback over the mountains.

Oh! Well, then in that case, I might do a bit of hunting. I shall hire a guy. And he'll cut your throat for your money. Okay. No, you couldn't do it alone. You get lost, shot by bandits or scalped.