DOC: "...Folks who wish on gold moon beams!" I know! I know who that means!
MUSIC: (Organ, "Valse Triste")
At the
moment, all are seated around the kitchen of the little cafe which
Mercedes owns.
With Doc's words, ""...Folks who wish on gold moon beams!" I know! I know who that
means!" still hanging in the air, and Ramon poised to reply,
Mercedes rapidly interupts to silence Ramon. Speaking in Spanish to her
brother, she hurriedly tells him to say that in Mexico many people wish on
moonbeams. Unfortunately for her, all the others know a smattering of
the Spanish language and catch on to what she says.
Ramon admits that *he* makes wishes on moonbeams, but scornfully tells
them it is *not* a superstition; it was a habit he learned from Mrs.
Hootin! He goes on to say that Mrs. Hootin is like a little girl--in her
mind. Working for Mrs. Hootin, he has had ample opportunity to observe
her, and learn that she thinks she is a beautiful princess. And it was
her who taught Ramon to wish on gold moonbeams, which Doc agrees was his
thinking exactly.
Jack tells the girls to return to the cabin and lock it. Mercedes hands
over to Jack a Winchester rifle, and Doc has his gun (only with no
bullets), and they say they are going to hide out again. After a few
minutes, Mercedes herself heads outside, leaving Ramon (still tired with
his broken arm) along again with Jerry. Ramon proceeds again to unnerve
Jerry with his odd manner of Spanish flattery and "dead talk":
RAMON: But it is as I have say...you are too beautiful...too lovely...to
exquisite to live in this sad and ugly worl'...
Fade now to Jack and Doc, who have *not* been heading to some nearby
hideout as they have said, but who have been instead waiting outside in
the shadows. Jack is updated by Doc on his suspicions regarding
Mercedes, and together they talk a little on the recent Martin murder.
Suddenly, Mercedes walks past them, obviously heading to Buck Bradley's
cabin for a clandestine night rendezvous! They quietly follow the
girl, ducking behind oil derricks, dodging pipes snaking along the
ground, and so on, until they arrive at the girl's destination.
JACK: But Doc, look! What she doing? She knocked on the door. Now
she's--
DOC: Yeah. Now she's ducking away! Look!
JACK: She 's dropped down on the ground behind that little picket fence.
DOC: Shore 'nuff! There...there's Bradley openin' his door!
JACK: And Mercedes is HIDING!
DOC: Well, that's the dad-gummest thing I ever--
SOUND (Revolver shots off mike...two of them)
JACK: Doc! Doc! She shot him! She plugged him and down he went!
DOC: Yessir! He's a gone goose...and Mercedes done it!
MUSIC: (Organ, "Valse Triste")
Episode 13: March 5th, 1952
JACK: (Mumbles as he reads to himself, then) Well, evidently this will
be one of the last of the strange open graves...says:
"To make my plans all complete/ I'll trode the grave in my bare feet,
And step in a face too pretty somehow/And laugh at how she must look
now
Pert an' cute and such a looker/ Here lie the body of JERRY BOOKER."
JERRY: (Terrified) This...this grave's for ME?
MERC: (whispers) "Too pretty somehow"...madre di dios! Ramon!
MUSIC: (Organ, "Valse Triste")
There's even a price on his head,
$4,000!
As they ponder over this new piece of information and arrive at the
cafe, Mercedes tells Jerry that it may not be safe for her to sleep at
her little cabin, what with all the danger and all. Jack points out that
he knows what is really on her mind, that she wants Jerry kept away from
Ramon with the murder verse hanging over her head, and that she thinks
that Ramon may be the verse writer!
Mercedes explodes at Jack's accusation that she thinks her brother is
the mysterious verse writer.
It could not possibly be Ramon! She rightly points out that Ramon has a
broken arm, now slung in a cast. He's also been in the hospital for the
past two days; when could Ramon have dug the grave and write the odd
verse in the tombstone? Jack admits his speculations may be
groundless, and calms her fears. The girls retire to sleep, while the
the others leave to stand on guard.
Jack and Doc leave the cabin, and hide outside to watch. A coyote howls
in the distance, and Doc starts to tell of the time he tried to raise a
pet coyote and the chaos that ensued. Suddenly they hear someone
running towards the cabin--it's Ramon (obviously not sleeping in the
little lean-too)! And he's being chased by Buck Bradley!
Bradley opens fire with his pistol at Ramon, and misses. Doc shoots back, and misses Bradley. But Bradley's return shot knocks Doc's gun from out of his hand!
With the drop on them with his own ready and smoking pistol, Bradley
removes their weapons, and tightly hand cuffs Jack, then Doc and Ramon.
With a grim wave of his pistol, he motions them to walk towards the
Whamperjaw cemetery.
DOC: Think he means it, Jack?
JACK: (low) I know he means it!
DOC: (low) Well son...maybe this is it! (pause)
RAMON: (Breaks out) Senor Bradley! What is it you do with us? What will you do at the graveyard?
BRADLEY: (grim) I tuk ever'thing I'm gonna take from you three! Them open graves is gonna come in mighty handy...
RAMON: (hysterical) Senor...you...you will kill us?
BRADLEY: That's right! And then I'm goin' to put the dirt in...on top!
MUSIC: (Organ, "Valse Triste")
With
Bradley dead, and with his earlier admission that he was *not* the
mysterious grave digger and verse writer, who was responsible for all
the killings and mayhem?
JACK: Let's see...may as well go and call in the authorities about this
body...wish we had something to cover him up with...
MRS. H: He's cover up.
DOC: (startled) Who...who said that???
RAMON: (startled) Mrs. Hootin!
MRS. H: Yes, I'm Mrs. Hootin. He's covered up. I brought a sheet.
JACK: You...you brought a sheet? Did you expect to--?
MRS. H: Yes sir...I expected to cover up.
She moves with strange grace towards the group, and they notice that she
was quiet because she was tip-toeing about in bare feet! Jack tries to
make some sense out of all of this confusion and unexpected turn of
events:
JACK: You mean you had the right to kill Bradley?
MRS. H: Yes sir. But I guess it's all right he's dead. I would kilt
him before midnight like I said on the verse I wrote on that there
tombstone. But he's dead...that's the main thing.
Jack, Doc and Ramon are astounded! It was the tall and peculiar Mrs. Hootin who was the mysterious murderer! It was she who dug the graves with her strong farm-wife's muscles, planted the tombstones, and scrawled the ragged doggeral
foretelling doom to each one of her victims!
Jack, Doc and Ramon learn further from talking to her. "Judge" Abernathy had been killed by Mrs.
Hootin, using the old trick of an outside mounted gun with a thread
attached to the trigger to provide her an alibi. She had heard the boys
rustling in the shrubbery, and so had set the stage where she could
commit his murder in plain view, with no one being the wiser!
Jerry Booker was to be the next victim on her list since she was the
complete opposite of Mrs. Hootin--young and lovely. Only now, with Buck
Bradley dead--the man she had seen kill her husband, Squire Hootin--she
had no heart left for killing.
And Banker Martin was killed by a cake-box full of venomous snakes,
after being lulled into complacency by several previous boxes full of
delicious cakes she had baked herself!
She explains that her plans to kill Bradley were set in place in revenge
for her husband's murder. The graves and the verses were to unnerve the
Texas bad man and his cronies The others were killed for their various
involvements in trying to cheat her out of her oil-rich farm land.
The clock strikes one am, and the scene now fades to the little Mexican cafe.
Everyone left connected to the case--Mercedes and Ramon, along with
Jack, Doc and Jerry--are present, and are hashing over the events of the
last few days, trying to make some sense of it all. It's been several
hours since the climax of the story, where Bradley has been killed, and
Mrs. Hootin has been revealed to be the mysterious grave digger and
murderous corpse killer. Thinking her harmless for now, Jack allowed
her to go home but would arrange for the authorities to take care of the
obviously deranged and dangerous woman.
Jack spells out an explanation for the girls, absent from the evening's
fracas and revelations.
Mrs. Hootin, always somewhat eccentric and thinking that she was a
fairy-tale princess, became partly unhinged at seeing her husband
murdered by Bradley. But there was more to it than that.
The first man actually killed, the man with the arrow through the heart
found on the front steps of the cafe was the man Bradley had sent to see
Mrs. Hootin, and told her she was a princess. All she needed was a
diamond tiara and everyone would realize what her true nature was.
Using some of the inheritance money, she purchased the greatly marked up
piece of jewelry. Because people laughed at her, she realized she'd been
cheated from the start. This was the point she became completely
unhinged, and set out to clean up everyone connected to the deal. This
was the reason she kept on repeating "It don't do it," all the time,
after she realized she'd been tricked.
Judge Abernathy, who had been connected with Bradley, and who had been
trying to cheat her out of her late husband's farm was the second victim
on her list of revenge.
Banker Martin was the man who bought Mrs. Hootin her tiara. He was
actually working for Bradley, and was willing to take part of the land
in payment. He became another victim of Mrs. Hootin's revenge, by means
of the snakes in the cake box, described earlier.
Bradley was to be the last victim, but had been finished up instead by
Ramon. As an afterthought, Jerry Booker was added as a final victim on
Mrs. Hootin's list of those who must die. Her oblique reasoning was,
since Jerry was beautiful, she was therefore a thorn in Mrs. Hootin's
side, reminding her of her own plainness and unprincesslike appearance!
As they all ponder over the grim and eerie events of the last week,
Jerry suddenly remembers that they had received a telegram earlier that
day. In all the confusion of graveyard threats and more, she had
completely forgotten about it. She pulls it out and reads the teaser
for their upcoming adventure:
JERRY: The telegram I got says; "Come quick...details waiting at the
Hollywood office...oh yes, don't be surprised at a decapitation!"
DOC: Whooeee..now that's a word for you--decapitation! But whose a-gonna be the fall fall-guy? It ain't gonna be me!
MUSIC: (Organ, "Valse Triste")
This marks the end of the final episode of The Graves of Whamperjaw, Texas.
I hope you enjoyed reading it!