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- Cartwright, no! - Room 14, Sheriff.

Open up! The law, open up!

Hey, what's a man have to do to get a little sleep around here?

- Hoss? - Candy.

- What are you doing here? - Hoss, what happened?

- I don't know. - Hoss.

- Hoss, what happened? - I don't know.

Nobody asked you in here. Get out. Get out!

- I'm trying to help. - In the hall!

You, too.

I knew Edwards well. I just sold him 1,000 head of cattle.

There's a room key, Sheriff, on the floor.

I guess it fell off the table.

All right, mister, why'd you do it?

Do what? What’s going on?

I'll tell you what's going on. You're going to jail.

You're gonna stand trial for first-degree murder,

and then you'll hang.

Terrible thing, just terrible.

How long are we supposed to sit here?

I didn't get but two hours' sleep before that fight started.

I'm going up to my room.

Sheriff Purcell said that no one was to go upstairs until he said so.

I wouldn't get him annoyed, if I were you.

- Where do you think you're going? - Upstairs, to bed.

- Not till I say so. - I've already told him that.

Come on with me.

- Oh, Sheriff? - Yeah?

Any objection if I go over to the livery stable

and bed down on some nice clean straw?

Why no. Not if you can fight your way past my deputy outside.

Well, this key works the door.

What I want to know is how many others will do the same thing?

- Well, just one, the master key. - The master key, where is that kept?

It's kept downstairs in the desk drawer, locked.

- Was it there tonight? - Yes. I looked.

Are you sure? Sure enough to swear to it under oath?

You bet I will, Sheriff.

- Nate. - Sheriff.

Mr. Ogleby, this is terrible.

I mean, shooting a man's one thing, but a knife in the back?

Big man like Hoss Cartwright using a knife, I just can't get over it.

The body was lying here face down.

This is the knife that was in his back.

Hoss Cartwright was standing there.

The rest of the room the way you found it?

Pretty much so. That table was knocked over when I busted through the door.

Mm-hm.

Window locks a mouse could bust. How come these door locks are so good?

Well, when the hotel was building, a hardware drummer came by.

Didn't have any money, but he had a trunk full of fine locks,

and old man McGregor bought them all.

All right. All right, you can go.

What were you saying about locks?

The room clerk said there's only two keys'll open that door,

the one I found here in the room, and one that was locked up downstairs.

Well, looks like the clerk was right.

Yes, and I'll be interested in Cartwright's explanation of this.

This is Mr. Ogleby, gents, the county prosecutor.

Ever see it before?

- Yeah, in Edwards' back. - What about you?

It's Hoss Cartwright's. Or one just like it.

Did Cartwright have a knife when you searched him at the jail?

No, sir, he sure didn't.

I've got all I need, Sheriff.

- When will I see Hoss? - Well, tomorrow or the next day, maybe.

Whenever Mr. Ogleby says you can.

I need a room.

The court finds the evidence presented by the prosecutor

more than sufficient to substantiate the charge.

The defendant, Hoss Cartwright, is hereby bound over.

The court directs Sheriff Purcell to produce that defendant in this courtroom

three days from today

to stand trial on the charge of murder in the first degree.

Court's adjourned.

I'm sorry, Cartwright, that's all I can do for you.

Hoss, it was only a hearing. It doesn't mean a thing.

Nobody talks to the defendant except his lawyer and his kin.

- I was only... - I told you that before.

Prosecutor Ogleby's ruling. It applies to the courtroom as well as the jail.

Never been so glad to see anybody in my whole life.

How's Hoss?

He's not hurt or anything, but things are about as bad as they can get.

- Where’s the jailhouse? - This way.

- Have you seen him? - Sheriff wouldn't let me in.

He won't let anybody in except his family and that lawyer.

What lawyer?

- Court appointed. He quit. - What?

It's good riddance. He didn't spend more than three minutes in the jail with Hoss.

At the hearing, he didn't even open his mouth.

I tried to get him another one.

There's not a lawyer in this town wants anything to do with the case.

I'll put these with the one I took from Candy.

Won't none of you need them till after the trial.

- Can pick them up on your way out of town. - Why just us?

There's other people in town wearing guns.

Because I say so.

Nathan Ogleby, county prosecutor.

Salt Spring is a quiet town,

Mr. Cartwright. We want to keep it that way.

You Ponderosa people come equipped with explosive tempers and short fuses.

We already have one murder to prove that.

Just a moment.

Are you the prosecutor or the judge?

As a father, Mr. Cartwright, I sympathize with you.

As a prosecutor, I must tell you

your son stands accused of a most heinous crime.

And I'm sworn to see that he pays the full price the law exacts for that crime.

- I want to see my son. - Of course. Take them in, Sheriff.

- We got here as soon as we could. - Changed horses three times.

The way Pa rode you'd think he worked for the Pony Express.

Hoss, tell us what happened.

I wish I knew. I mean... I don't really know.

You see, it all started, Pa,

when I sold this fella Edwards 1,000 head of steers,

all on a handshake deal, just a plain handshake guarantee,

while you were in San Francisco.

Well, I got to worrying about it, see,

and Candy and me, we rode out here to check on him

and we got here and sure enough, he backed out on the deal.

He decided to buy from Mort Becker at a dollar a head cheaper.

So I went to him and tried to get him to pay me the $2,000 earnest money

that he'd guaranteed me on a handshake to start the drive.

He wouldn't do it. Tried to throw me out of his room and we got into a scuffle.

Sometime during the scuffle, he or somebody hit me over the head

and I don't remember what happened after that.

Dad burn it, I just don't know.

Well, Mr. Van Buren regrets

that it's impossible to take another case at this particular time.

We’re doing about as good as you did. Three tries and three turndowns.

I didn't get the pretty speech. Just plain "no."

Candy, did you say there were four lawyers in Salt Spring?

Oh, more like three and a drunk named Barney Sturgess.

Sturgess? Wait a minute, now.

There was a great trial lawyer in Sacramento some years ago by that name.

Wonder if it's the same one. Where’s his office?

Around the corner, up the stairs.

Door's open. Come in.

Hello. Mr. Sturgess?

- Yeah. - My name is Ben Cartwright.

How do you do?

- My son, Joseph. - How do, how do you do?

- Mr. Sturgess. - And this is Candy.

Yes. I've been seeing you around on the street.

- How do you do? - Sorry this place is so cluttered.

I'm not much of a housekeeper.

Sit down. There you are!

Oh.

Ooh, it's a little friend of mine.

Good soldier. I was with him when he died.

- Come on, let's get out of here. - Sit down. Come on. Sit down.

You're Ben Cartwright. Your son Hoss is in jail. He's in big trouble.

Mr. Sturgess, my son is charged with murder. There's no doubt...

Wait a minute.

I want to show this young man I'm not as far gone as he thinks.

I value my privacy.

And I sit in saloons alone, but I listen.

I hear what's going on. You're trying to hire a lawyer, but they're all too busy.

Truth is, nobody wants to buck Nate Ogleby.

It ain't smart,

not if you want to make a living in the law business in this town.

Is that how you feel about it?

Oh, it doesn't make any difference how I feel.

I'm not fool enough to think I could defend a murder charge,

and sure you're not fool enough to want to hire me.

Even if you had a good lawyer it wouldn't help much.

What you need is a miracle.

A miracle or not, my brother didn't do it.

Your opinion.

Unfortunately, the good people of Salt Springs

have already tried and convicted him.

Mr. Sturgess...

We need legal help and you're the only man available.

At least you could get a postponement.

Won’t do you any good.

- Even a clerk could get a postponement. - Find a clerk. Leave me alone.

You used to have a reputation as a fighter.

I remember you when a murder case, any case, would be a challenge.

Before this.

Now, nobody would trust me to witness a signature, let alone go into a court.

And I like it that way.

Mr. Sturgess, my son needs your help and you're going to have to help him.

I could never make it. No, go away, leave me alone.

You'll make it.

We’ll see to it that you'll make it.

We’ll walk you around until you're stone sober,

and you'll walk into that courtroom and you'll get that postponement.

- You don't know what you're asking. - Yes, I do.

There's got to be a shred of guts left in you.

We need your help.

All right, I'll try.

What was the fight about?

I've told you three times already, Mr. Sturgess.

Well, I didn't hear you. Wait.

You did tell me something about money, but I want to hear it again.

Now, you and Candy rode in.

Then Candy took the horses to the livery stable

and you went into the hotel.

That's right. I went in the hotel. I went straight to the clerk.

I was just about to register when he told me that Mr. Edwards was in room 14.

- So I went right on up there. - Were you mad at him?

- You hunting for trouble? - I told you already, Mr. Sturgess.

Mr. Edwards owed me $2,000 earnest money

that he was supposed to have paid

when we went on the trail with the cattle, he didn't show.

- You went on up to 14? - That's right.

I got up there and the door was open.

He was in there having a drink with Mort Becker.

I went in and I told Mr. Edwards I wanted the $2,000,

and I wanted a contract for the rest of the money,

to be paid when we delivered the cattle, and he told me the deal was off.

- Is that why you killed Becker? - I didn't kill him, confound it.

How long are you gonna let this drunk keep it up?

He's doing better than he was.

What are we gonna do? He's the only lawyer we can get.

Some lawyer! He has trouble remembering what he just heard.

I don't know how he finds his way to the courthouse.

Well, there are times when he can't.

You know, most times I feel sorry for people who hire old Bottle Barney.

This time it don't make no difference.

In over 20 years of law work, I never seen a more open-and-shut case.

What made Becker mad?

Well, I told Mr. Edwards that Becker didn't have 1,000 head of cattle.

Didn't even have 500, unless they were stolen.

How do you know that?

Well, less than a week ago he was bumming meal money around Virginia City.

Hey, you know, it's a good thing Ogleby didn't hear you say that.

How could Edwards give you $2,000 if he was broke?

Dad burn it, it wasn't Edwards that was broke, it was Becker!

I didn't hear it right. Yes. Becker.

- It was Becker who left room 14, hm? - That's right.

Can you tell me how much money Edwards had in his pocket?

Be glad to, Mr. Cartwright.

He had a $104 and a gold watch.

So, if you're thinking of robbery, forget it.

He came at me with a chair. He missed, hit a table.

I took it away from him, or what was left of it.

About that time I remember this shadow coming over my shoulder and...

somebody hit me over the head and the next thing I knew I woke up,

and I was looking at Candy and the sheriff.

Hit you on the head? Let me see.

It was the day before yesterday. It's already gone.

No. And it was your knife that they found in there?

Yeah.

And you haven't any idea how it got into Edwards' back?

I told you I didn't know!

All right, Barney.

That'll be enough. Let's go.

No, Pa, he was a little mixed up at first, but he's doing all right now.

Somebody's gonna have to ask them questions anyhow.

- I'll see you in court. - Yeah.

- You all right? - Yeah.

I'll be able to get to my office before I fall down.

Tomorrow, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to walk into the courthouse.

I'll get your postponement.

I'd sure hate to have to take it all the way through.

I'm not saying he's guilty. I don't think he did it.

Why, that moose could have slapped that Edwards right through the wall.

- He's not one to use a knife. - Of course he's not.

That makes four of us,

but that jury will find him guilty without leaving the box.

Well, I got to get to my office. See, before I go for that postponement,

- I got some reading to do. - I'll walk along with you.

- Don't bother. - No bother at all.

All right.

Oh. There's nothing up there but a lot of old law books and dust.

On the corner's a saloon. You can get a beer.

I'll meet you there as soon as I track down those precedents I'm looking for.

We gotta nail this down tight.

That old Judge Simpson, he's a mean old goat.

All right. See you in a little while.

Put it down.

I said put it down!

I just want a little nip to nail me back together again.

Oh, you're gonna drink. You're gonna drink all right. Black coffee.

I'm gonna fill you full of it while you do that book work.

Then after that, we're gonna walk again.

- I've done all the walking I'm gonna do. - No, you're gonna walk!

We're gonna go to the hotel so we can keep an eye on you.

When you walk in that courtroom tomorrow

you're gonna be the soberest man in Salt Springs.

Why don't you go away and leave me alone? I don't want this job.

We don’t want you either, but we're stuck with you!

After you get that postponement tomorrow, you can do anything you want,

but until then you're gonna do what I say.

I don't like delays, Mr. Sturgess.

We've never had to call in outside help to solve our legal problems before.

And since the defendant has a "lawyer", I see no reason to start now.

Motion to postpone denied.

If the court please, we haven't had time to prepare an adequate defense.

I'll give you time.

It's, uh... ten o'clock now.

This court is in recess until 1pm.

When the judge denied that postponement, he dang near fell down.

Hoss, there isn't anybody else. We’re stuck with him.

There's gotta be somebody somewhere, Joe.

We telegraphed Charlie Haskell in Virginia City

and Pa's over talking to Van Buren now.

I... I was hoping that Van Buren could help out Barney until Charlie gets here.

I offered him triple fee, but he's... Well, he's just too busy.

Yeah.

- So that leaves Charlie, don't it? - He'll get here as quick as he can.

Yeah, it's a three-day ride and he ain't the best horseman.

He'd better not stop to pick many daisies.

If it's a three-day ride, your trial may be over.

What worries me about Barney is that shaking this morning.

Ain't no telling what he'll be doing this afternoon.

Hoss, don't worry about Barney, he'll make it.

I'll see to it that he makes it, hour by hour, if necessary,

but I promise you, he'll make it.

- Just till Charlie gets here. - Yeah, if Charlie gets here.

Oh, God.

I need a drink bad.

Coffee only. Keep trying. You're doing fine.

The sheriff went into the murder room first? Then you, then Becker?

That's right.

What was Hoss doing when the sheriff broke through the door?

He was hanging on the end of the bed, and he asked me what was going on.

Did he say anything about being slugged over the head from behind?

No, but he looked dazed, like a man just waking up.

He was out on his feet cold for three or four minutes, lying on the floor.

- That's why he couldn't remember. - Yeah, but he can't prove it.

The bruise has gone, his eye's clear as a summer day.

I don't know about you,

but the three of us know that there was another man in that room,

the one that slugged Hoss and killed Edwards.

I'm inclined to believe that.

I keep asking myself who and why, and mostly how.

It takes a key to work that lock,

and the key was inside with Hoss and the corpse.

Ogleby's sitting there waiting for us.

Any mention of a blow on the head or another man,

we'd get laughed out of court.

The courthouse bell.

The court will convene in five minutes.

Hm. Haven't been able to do that in years.

Now, if I get my head working,

maybe we'll give Mr. Nathan Ogleby a fight that'll be worth the trouble.

Barney.

You gotta win this one. It's my son's life.

Sheriff, will you describe to the court what you first saw

when you stepped into room 14?

Well, the room was a mess. It had been all broken up.

There was a body lying there beside the bed.

- And who was that? - It was Mr. Edwards. He'd been stabbed.

- The knife was still in his back. - Where was the defendant?

He was standing at the foot of the bed, about four feet from the body.

Have you seen this knife before?

I sure have. It was sticking in the body.

If the court please.

To save the court time, the defense stipulates

that the knife is the murder weapon and the property of Hoss Cartwright.

Your witness.

You say Hoss Cartwright was standing at the foot of the bed.

Where were his hands?

At the end of his arms, where they are now.

Was the defendant standing unsupported

or was he hanging on to the foot of the bed?

He was holding on to the foot of the bed.

Yeah. Were there any marks or bruises on him?

Not that I seen.

A man is in a terrible fight, that we've been hearing about,

yet there are no cuts or bruises.

Isn't that remarkable, Sheriff?

Well, maybe his knuckles were swollen up a little bit. He's a big man.

Big hands like that, it's hard to tell.

Did you examine the defendant for cuts or bruises?

I sure did, in jail,

in the same cell I usually put you when you're too drunk to get home.

That's enough, Mr. Purcell.

You'll testify properly

or you'll be occupying that cell for 60 days yourself for contempt.

This is not a saloon or a theatre, it's a court of law.

Any more levity and I'll clear the room. Proceed, Mr. Sturgess.

If the court please.

I have no objection to the sheriff telling the truth.

I know the cell in question well,

and I'm sure the voters are all impressed

by the zeal with which the sheriff does his job.

Beginning to sound like the old Barney Sturgess from Sacramento.

When you examined the defendant, what did you find?

Not a mark, not a scratch.

Will any key other than these two

- unlock the door of room 14? - No, sir.

Is a key necessary to lock the door from the inside?

Yes, it is, from either side.

This one was found inside the room. Where was this one?

That one was locked in the drawer of the desk in the lobby.

Nobody was near that desk but me.

I was downstairs all the time the fight was going on.

Your witness.

We've heard a lot about the fine locks in your hotel.

What happens if one of your guests wanders off with a key?

I send the handyman after him.

And suppose he manages to elude that handyman?

That hasn't happened except once in ten years, and we just replaced the lock.

We have a dozen or so left in the basement.

You heard Mr. Edwards shout, "Cartwright, no!"

- How would you describe that shout? - Scared.

Made chills run up my spine. That’s why I got up and dressed.

Thank you.

Mr. Sturgess, your witness.

Remember, I told you about this fella.

Just a few days ago, he was in Virginia City bumming meals, and he's a thief.

Thanks. That may be the very club I need.

Now...

You were doing business with Mr. Edwards, Mr. Becker?

I sold him 1,000 head of cattle.

So that when he was killed, you lost not only a friend, but the sale of a herd?

That's right.

How many head of cattle do you own, Mr. Becker?

Well, I sold 1,000 head...

I didn't ask you how many you sold. How many cattle do you own?

How many steers wear your brand?

I don't have a ranch. I'm a dealer. I buy and sell.

We know what you sold. Where do you buy?

Small ranches, where I can make a profitable deal.

Small ranches? Would you name a few?

Um... A spread up Cold Creek. The brand slips my mind.

- Another one over... - You don't remember, huh?

Is that because you deal in stolen cattle, Mr. Becker?

Or because you were here to promote some earnest money

for a fast trip to another state?

Your Honor, I object. The witness is not on trial here.

The defendant is.

Order. Silence in the courtroom.

Wish I could have gone further with Becker.

You got under the prosecutor's skin pretty good.

Yeah, well, at least the jury heard that much.

Yeah, but will they remember?

That’s the question.

I'm missing something.

It keeps nibbling at the back of my mind and then sliding away.

I know... I know in my bones that we're in the right area, but...

Oh, no. No! When is that Charlie Haskell coming to take over this case?

He'll be along as soon as he can get here, but you're doing real good.

You're doing a real good job. You got to keep on fighting.

Yeah. Well, there must be a... must be an answer somewhere.

You get a good night's rest. I'll see you in the morning.

Oh.

- Here's your key. - Oh.

- Goodnight, Barney. - Goodnight.

Yeah?

What is it?

Who is it? Huh?

Get up.

Just a minute.

Ben! Ben Cartwright, wake up! Come in here!

Come in.

Were you knocking on the wall? I thought I heard you calling.

Yes, I was knocking. Look, a present from an unknown admirer.

Or an elf, or a banshee.

There was a knock on the door. Nobody there.

Just the bottle at the foot of the door.

The rest of it's in that glass there.

It got sloshed out when I pounded on the wall for you.

Now, if you're not gonna put that out of my sight,

at least put it where I can't reach it.

I really want to start grabbing for it.

You know, somebody wants me drunk.

Falling down drunk, so I make a jackass out of myself tomorrow in court.

And that somebody's beginning to sweat.

- I want you to do something for me. - Might as well, I'm on your payroll.

- Go down to the lobby. - Yeah?

Stay there for... a count of 50, then come back.

- Yeah. - No, you don't have time.

I want you to go right now. Never mind the boots, just go. Quickly.

Okay.

49, 50.

It was... It was nothing.

- What did you hear? - Nothing.

- When you were down in the lobby. - No.

Nothing, just the people in the lobby.

- You didn't hear me shouting? - No.

While you were down in the lobby I was shouting, here, "Cartwright, no!"

- You didn't hear that? - Not a word.

What does that mean to you?

It means this place must be as solid as a blockhouse.

It also means that it couldn't have been Edwards who shouted, "Cartwright, no!"

Whoever did that shouting couldn't have been inside room 14.

- They'd never have heard him. - He had to be out in the hall.

- Then disappear. - That's right.

And Mr. Becker's room is just down the hall, isn't it?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

It would take him about as much time to shout and go back to his room

as it did to put a bottle at the foot of the door and disappear.

Now, maybe we know the who.

We still have the problem of why.

It's pretty hard to prove robbery

when the deceased has over $100 and a gold watch on him.

And we still haven't got Becker inside behind that locked door.

Wait a minute. I think I may be able to help you establish that robbery motive.

If the telegraph office is still open I'll be able to do it tonight.

Yeah. Wait a minute.

That glimmering in the back of my mind

is beginning to take shape and substance.

I think I may be able to put Becker inside room 14.

Don't forget this.

Done it! Yeah!

Yeah!

Give it to Barney.

All rise.

Court's in session.

Mr. Ogleby?

Your Honor, I have other witnesses I could call,

however, I feel strongly that the evidence already heard

proves beyond any shadow of a doubt

that the defendant, Hoss Cartwright, did knife and kill Warren Edwards.

The prosecution rests.

Mr. Sturgess, you may proceed with the defense.

You know me, "Bottle Barney."

The man the sheriff puts in the jail when he's too drunk to walk home.

And knowing me,

you'd kind of have to feel sorry for anybody who had me as a lawyer...

if the case was anything much.

You know, Mr. Ogleby

has been waiting for me to make a howling idiot out of myself.

But I don't think I'm going to oblige him, not today.

He's been having a fine time building a scaffold for my client.

Why, enough to scare a man silly,

if he couldn't see that it was built of cobwebs.

Now, what happened was

a man walked into room 14 in the middle of a fight,

hit Hoss Cartwright over the head,

killed and robbed Warren Edwards, and went.

Now, Mr. Ogleby has 100 facts to prove that it couldn't happen.

But I know better.

Any man who's been a bottle-fighter

for all the years that I have can't be very smart.

But I was able to figure it out.

So the rest of you must have been able to figure it out, too.

Now, in case that there's one or two of you have some doubts,

I'm going to ask his honor

to allow us to adjourn to room 14 and show you how it was done.

Objection. Your Honor, how long is the court going to allow this old charlatan

- to continue this nonsense? - What’s the matter, Mr. Counsel?

- Are you afraid I'm right? - I know you're wrong.

- Then why the objection? - Fair question, Mr. Ogleby.

So fair that I'm going to indulge Mr. Sturgess in his request.

Court will reconvene in room 14 of the Salt Spring Hotel.

Your Honor, if you will come over here,

and Mr. Ogleby, right here.

Yeah. Comfortable?

Fine. Mr. Becker, you were the first one in, so will you come in here, please?

We need a corpse, and you're just about the right size,

and you know how the body was.

So, if you would lie down on the floor there as the body was,

it would be very helpful.

That’s fine. Now, Sheriff, if you will bring in the defendant.

Put him where you found him.

Now, if you would give me the key, please.

Thank you. Oh, the table was turned over.

And I don't think we need to bother with the broken chairs.

Is everything the way it was when you found it, Mr. Ogleby?

Yes, Counselor.

Now, can we get this silly game over and go back to court?

Very quickly, Mr. Ogleby. Now, Sheriff, you come with me out in the hall.

Now, then, if you'll simulate breaking in the door.

- The key's out here. - Yes, I know the key's out here.

But you go on, break in.

Come along.

Since Mr. Becker has agreed to be the corpse,

I'll go through the motions that Mr. Becker made.

So you two gentlemen do now exactly as you did then.

I went over to look at the body.

Becker straightened up the table.

Then I ordered Candy and Becker out of the room.

Exactly as it happened then.

How did Becker say it?

"There's the room key, Sheriff, on the floor."

- You made a monkey out of me. - No, sir.

I really found that key on the floor.

That walking whiskey vat's tricking you, Sheriff.

He's trying to get me into trouble so he can get that Hoss Cartwright out.

Your Honor,

I have a telegraph here addressed to Ben Cartwright from Edwards' partner.

It was delivered before court opened this morning.

As you see, it states that Mr. Edwards was carrying $10,000 in cash.

Now, since Mr. Edwards never paid Mr. Becker

for that hypothetical 1,000 head of cattle,

that money should still have been in Mr. Edwards' possession...

along with that $104 and gold watch, but it was not.

So, if the money is not on Mr. Becker,

I recommend that you search his room and baggage.

Thank you, Mr. Sturgess.

Sheriff, I want this man jailed immediately.

Court will reconvene in the courtroom in five minutes.

Mr. Cartwright, all charges against you are herewith dismissed.

And the court tenders an apology for the people, and the prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Sturgess, it appears I misjudged you.

Now, if you can learn some courtroom manners,

you just might turn out to be a fine trial lawyer.

- Court's adjourned. - Barney.

Oh...

Congratulations Barney. Barney, you did it.

Not without your help.

I'm afraid your attorney, Haskell, from Virginia City,

is gonna have a long ride for nothing.

- I guarantee he won't mind a bit. - Don't you worry about Haskell now!

He's gonna be awfully happy to find out how you made out.

Mr. Sturgess, I'd like to buy you the biggest drink in town.

Oh, that will be fine.

But you'd better make it black coffee. I've, uh... developed a taste for it.

- Come on. - I'll take that drink!

Okay!

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