- Host: [narrating] Meet Naomi Hill, a hard-working big city gal who saved up all her money so she could buy a ghost town and make her dreams of the gritty Old West come true.
- Naomi Heal: Easy, girl, easy. What's wrong, Buttercup?
- [a masked man, clad in black, bursts into Naomi's barn]
- Cash McClean: I am El Morte Leather Gringo. This is your final warning! You have 24 hours to leave Gower Gulch or I will tie you in the sun with rawhide strips and let the ants eat your body from the bones!
- [the masked man picks up a lantern and hurls it onto a bale of hay, setting it on fire]
- Host: [narrating] The unfortunate thing about dreams is they can sometimes turn into nightmares.
- Naomi Heal: Oh, please, please - isn't there someone who can help me?
- The Searcher: [narrating] Someone needs help so they call me. That's what I do - I help people in trouble. They call me, "The Searcher".
- Naomi Heal: Last night I was brushing Buttercup when this masked horseman came. He called himself El Morte Leather Gringo.
- The Searcher: Of course - the legend of El Morte Leather Gringo. He was a lot like Zorro... and a little like Tyrone Power.
- Naomi Heal: Well, that *legend* almost burned down my stable last night.
- The Searcher: Just calm down, Naomi Hill. El Morte Leather Gringo died over a hundred years ago. Someone very much alive is trying to scare you out of this town.
- Cash McClean: That little gal in the cutoff jeans with a little cheek showing can't be scared off, so she's gonna have to be killed off.
- The Searcher: Well, I was right. There's no El Morte Leather Gringo... and pretty soon, there'll be no Naomi Hill either.
- [waving a stick of dynamite with a burning fuse at Naomi, who is tied up in an abandoned mine]
- Cash McClean: All that college and all that money - look where it got ya. Boom! End of the trail, city gal!
- Naomi Heal: Are you all right?
- The Searcher: I'm fine and Cash McLane will be fine, too, after some intensive therapy at the Tucson Arizona Home for Old Wacko Cowboys.
- Det. Tom McCormick: Jeepers! The killer could still be in the area.
- Capt. Mike Morgan: Don't be ridiculous, Detective McCormick. If you were a cold-blooded killer, would you stay at the scene of the crime?
- [shots ring out and the crime scene is peppered with bullets]
- Capt. Mike Morgan: Take cover, men! We're being shot at by a cold-blooded killer who stayed at the scene of the crime!
- Capt. Mike Morgan: Throw down your weapons and come out with your hands up!
- George 'Mad Dog' Munson: Grrr!
- Det. Tom McCormick: [to Morgan] We'll go easy on you, sir.
- Capt. Mike Morgan: [to Munson] We'll go easy on you, sir!
- George 'Mad Dog' Munson: Yeah, right! I'm already serving three consecutive life sentences. What are you going to do? Cut it down to two?
- [Munson blasts away at the disabled police cruiser]
- Capt. Mike Morgan: What made you think that would work, Tommy?
- Det. Al Hamoki: It worked in "Dirty Harry", sir.
- Capt. Mike Morgan: Hamoki, this is real life - it isn't the movies... Now what would John Wayne do?
- [first lines]
- [the host appears wearing an enormous Stetson]
- Host: Howdy, pardners. Welcome to "Danger Theatre". As can see by my hat, we're going out West this week with The Searcher. So saddle up and make sure your feet are firmly in the stirrups. It's time for "Danger Theatre"!
- [the camera pulls back to show the host sitting on a stuffed stallion]
- Host: Giddy up, horse.