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God bless you.

Thank you.

Change in temperature
will do it every time.

No, it isn't that.
It's my hay fever.

All I have to do
is go through Kansas,

I become
a handkerchief case.

How did you get in the Secret
Service with hay fever?

Kept it a secret.

Hey, we've stopped.

Hey, Jim,
I just had a thought.

As long as we're here anyway,
why don't we spend the night?

Because, Artie,
it's still day,

and two hours
is plenty of time

to find all the trouble
we need.

Please, boys.

Boys, this morning we shipped
our last roundup of steers

on the eastbound rail,

making this the biggest year

in the history
of the Rawlins Ranch.

You've worked long and hard,

and you've done
yourselves proud.

In appreciation of your efforts,

Mrs. Rawlins and I want you
to share our humble table.

Eugenia,
come on up here, honey,

and show your pretty face.

I just want to echo
what my husband has said

and add my thanks
to all of you.

You make an Eastern girl
feel very much at home.

I just have one more thing
to say to you, my good friends.

Have fun.

Say, uh, think they'd mind
if we joined the party?

My stomach's
sending up messages

for a little of that rare
roast beef.

I don't think they'd mind.

Mrs. Rawlins.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Creed.

Nice party
you have here.

It must be costing your husband
a pretty penny.

He's showing his employees
how grateful he is.

Well, he must pay them
a good wage, doesn't he?

Money's not the only way
a man can say thanks.

Amos, you're spoiling
these people

with all this
fancy celebration.

They should be out
doing extra work.

They all owe
the bank money.

They'll pay you, Roger.

They're good, honest citizens.
You'd find that out

if you treat them like men
instead of account numbers.

That's easy enough to say.

Well, the truth always is.

It's 12:00, Roger.
Sit down. Feed your face.

Well, if you don't mind, I'll-

Amos!

Amos, what's wrong?
What's happened?

There he goes,
the man who did it!

I tried to stop him!

I tried to stop him.

Which way did he go?
There. There.

He may go out the back.
I'll take him.

Who are you?

James West,
United States Agent.

Well, what do you want?

Nothing, but I got an idea

the State of Kansas wants you.
For murder.

So that while the defendant,
Lucius Brand,

had no intention
of killing Amos Rawlins,

he coldy and with calculation

did intend to take the life
of Roger Creed.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, my path is clear.

I will prove to you that
Lucius Brand is guilty of murder

in the first degree.

That's him.

That's the man I saw
pull a gun and shoot.

Uh, he was sitting on the bed
when I got there.

The gun was in his hand.

Had it been fired, Mr. West?

Yeah, it'd been fired.

Mr. West,
do you recognize this coat?

Uh, the defendant was wearing
that coat

when he was apprehended.

And this pocket?

Uh, that was given to me
by Abigail Moss.

And Miss Moss already has
testified that she ripped it

from the coat of Lucius Brand.

Fortunately, I was able
to remove myself

from the path
of the bullet.

Poor Amos Rawlins
wasn't so lucky.

Mr. Creed, tell the court
of your dealings

with Lucius Brand.

Well, my bank loaned him
money for his farm.

The drought last year caused
him to forfeit his payments.

I was forced to foreclose
on his mortgage.

I see.

And what was
Mr. Brand's reaction?

Well, you might say
it was violent.

He threatened
to kill me.

And just before Mr. West
busted in, I woke up.

That was past
the hour of noon.

Mr. Brand,
you're a farmer, aren't you?

I was.

Oh, yes. There was the matter
of your lost farm.

Tell the court
what happened after that.

Well, I just sent my wife
back to live with the family.

and then I come to Kirby Gap
looking for a job.

And just like that you stopped
being a farmer, hm?

Uh, I don't understand
what you mean.

Farmers get up at sunup before
the roosters start crowing.

Everybody knows that.

Yet you tell the court

on the day Mr. West
broke into your room,

you slept past the hour
of noon.

Why, Mr. Brand?

Well, I g- I guess, I just had
a mite too much to drink

the night before.

Mr. Brand,
do you recognize this coat?

Yes, sir, but I don't remember
tearing that pocket on it.

I see. And is this your gun?

Yes, but I-

I didn't-

Didn't what?
I didn't fire it.

Gentlemen of the jury,

what we have here is
Mr. Brand's coat,

which he claims
he didn't tear,

and Mr. Brand's gun

which he claims
he never fired.

The next thing
we're likely to hear

is that Amos Rawlins
was never really murdered.

The jury has found you
guilty of murder.

I therefore sentence you
to be transported

to the state prison
at Hastings,

where two days
from this day, at sunset,

you will be hanged
by the neck until dead,

And may god have mercy
on your soul.

Hold your fire, sheriff.

You're kind of quick
on the draw, aren't you?

This man wasn't
going anywhere.

Yeah, well, you can't be too
careful with these killers.

Why didn't you
let him get killed?

It would have been kinder.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Brand.

You have a lot
to be sorry for, don't you?

Don't you know that- That
Lucius couldn't have done

what all those others and you
said that he went and did?

All wives
and close relatives

always become emotional
at times like this.

Yeah, they do,
don't they?

Come on, Jim.
We're two days late

for St. Louis already.

Yeah, let's get to St. Louis.

Come on, Jim.
It's an open-and-shut case,

for pete's sake.

Artie, that's the part
that bothers me.

Yeah, I know.
I know you.

You're probably
still wondering

why Brand would lead you
right to his very home.

Since you brought that up.

Well, you know
as well as I do

murderers do strange things
under stress.

Now, forget about it,
will you? Come on.

Plus, if you'd brought up
the matter

why he wasn't even
out of breath

when you finally
caught up with him

after chasing him
all that time,

or why he wouldn't even bother
to throw away his gun

when he knew
that we were chasing him

right after the murder.

Artie, what were you saying
about an open-and-shut case?

Hm.

Yeah.

Help me, you say?

If you want
to help somebody,

you help my wife
when she winds up a widow

and my son when he gets
around to being born.

Just run through the events

of the night of the murder
again, won't you, Mr. Brand?

Why?

Because I think you might
be innocent, that's why.

All right.

I had dinner
at the Kirby Gap Hotel.

Then I had two or three drinks
with a couple of cowhands

from the Rawlins Ranch.

They must have been
pouring triples

because I- I guess
I passed out.

Then the next thing I remember,

I woke up in a sweat,
and you come busting in.

What about the gun?

Well, when I woke up,
I spotted it on the floor,

and I just picked it up.
That's all.

And the coat?

I wore it the night before,

but I still don't remember
tearing that pocket off of it.

How did you happen to wake up
just before I busted in?

I- I heard-

I had a nightmare.

You never mentioned that
in court.

Well, because they just would
have hooted at me, that's all.

Because it wasn't really
a nightmare.

I was awakened by a...

A train that
was bearing down on me.

Well, now you can go ahead
and hoot at me too.

Guard.

Listen, now-
Now, wait a minute.

I didn't shoot Creed.

It's true I hated him,
but I didn't shoot him

and I didn't kill
Amos Rawlins either.

Now, what are gonna
do about it?

I don't know,
but you got two days

for us to think
of something.

Find anything yet, Artie?

I'm not quite sure
what it is I'm looking for

now that I think about it.

Well, when you find it
you'll know.

How about behind
the pictures?

Artie?

Artie?

No need to shout, Jim.
I hear you perfectly fine.

You mind giving me a clue
where you are?

Not at all.
Just follow my voice.

Come on, Artie.
Keep talking.

The minute you say keep talking,

I can't think
of anything to say.

Come on over here, will you?
I think I got something.

"When in the course
of human events

"it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve

the political bands
which have connected them-"

I found you, Artie.

Congratulations.

Now, where's the rest
of you?

Just walk in the living room,
sit down in that armchair,

and move
the right arm panel.

Will you ever find out.

Well, we know how Brand's
double got out so quickly.

Right. The minute
he came inside

he tossed the gun
into Brand's bedroom,

had himself catapulted
up through the ceiling

and left Brand
to hold the bag.

Remember the sound
of the oncoming train

that Brand said he heard
which woke him?

Mm-hm.
Get a load of this.

Nice work, Artie.

Now we'd better go
and have a talk-

Don't look now, Artie,
but I think we're on fire.

You know something.
I think you're right.

Suggest we make
a hurried exit.

I like your thinking.

Now, let me
get this straight.

A chair that brings you
through the ceiling,

and a black box that sounds
like a train. Is that right?

That's right, judge.

And that's your evidence
that Brand was framed?

It was the evidence.

Unfortunately,
it was burned in a fire.

Well, what do you
want me to do?

I'd like you
to give me a few days

so I can prove
Brand is innocent.

Hm, well, I don't suppose
it would do any harm

to give you
another day or two.

Excuse me, judge.

Lucius Brand did more
than just kill a man.

He snuffed out the most
loved man in this town.

Now, if you grant him a stay
without any show of evidence,

why you're just begging
for mob action.

Yes, yes. Uh, I was coming
to that. That's right.

No, it's, uh- It's out
of the question, Mr. West.

I'm sorry.

What makes you so hot
about this anyway, West?

The man's innocent.

Prove it, Mr. West.
Prove it.

I hope you're having
more success with that

than I had
with Judge Blake.

Jim, come here a minute,
will you?

I want you to see something.

I've been studying
these plates for hours.

Now, this is the first one,

which was made
just before the shooting.

All right?
Now look at this.

That's the other plate.

And that's Abigail Moss.

Right, and the gentleman there

in the tweed jacket
and the rolled collar,

that's our own Lucius Brand.

Or the man Abigail
claims was Brand.

Exactly. It's too bad
that we can't see his face.

If we had, maybe Brand
wouldn't be the man

being hanged tomorrow.

Uh, I've been examining

this thing for over an hour.

Trying to find one thing

that didn't show up
at the trial.

And?

I think I found a balloon.

Uh, a balloon.

According to my calculations,

released one second
after the shot was fired.

Artie, that balloon
was a signal.

Exactly.

That's the device,
which set the entire

complicated machinery
into synchronized motion.

There was a man sitting in the
attic looking out the window.

When the balloon
began to rise,

that was a signal
that the shot had been fired

and the murderer was on his way
to Brand's place.

At which point Brand
was roused by the sound

of that oncoming train.
It was just beautiful.

Artie, blow up the picture
with the balloon hawker.

That is my first stop
tomorrow morning.

Why don't I have a little chat
with Abigail Moss.

Why don't you.

Rent $12 a week in advance.

No pets, poker or parties.
Supper $2.50 extra.

First come, first served
till victuals is gone.

Well?

Uh, no- Uh, you-
Uh, you don't understand.

I am not, uh, really here
about a room.

Reverend, if it's
about a contribution

to one of those
heathen missions-

No. It's not money
that I want.

It's just information.

Information?

With all the chores
I'm saddled with?

Well, I -

All right, young lady.
Thank you.

Would you be good enough
to tell your mother,

the woman of the house,
that I was here?

It happens I'm the woman
of the house.

You're joshing?

No.

Why, it doesn't seem possible.
You seem so young.

Well, it's information
you want, Reverend.

Won't you step in?

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Oh, my.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh, of course,
it ain't Buckingham Palace,

but we call it home.

Yes. How fortunate
that Miss Abigail Moss

can call this home too.

Oh, it's about her
you're here, eh?

Yes.
Well, let me tell you

that she's-

Oh, mercy. My burgoo.

Oh, excuse me, Reverend,

but where were we?

Uh, we were, uh-

Uh, speaking about
Miss Moss.

Oh, yes. Her.

Well, this morning,
bright and early, she-

Oh, Reverend?
Hm?

Would you mind
giving me your opinion?

Oh, uh, not at all.

Manna from heaven.

No, no, no, no.

Truly, I wouldn't think
of depriving you of any more.

Moderation in all things,
you know.

You sure you ain't
just being polite,

turning down thirds?

No, truly, Mrs. Peacock,

I couldn't put down
another bite.

Now, uh, about-
Uh, about Miss Moss.

When did you say
she'd be arriving?

She won't. Early this morning
she left town.

I see.

Uh, where, uh-?

Where did our bird of passage
fly to, dear lady?

Well, it seems some uncle
left our bird of passage

a fortune in jewels.
At least that was her story.

If you ask me, she has
more than her share of uncles.

Yes, well, perhaps
she has very large family.

Uh, where did she go to?

She came downstairs
this morning

wearing a diamond brooch
and a sapphire bracelet,

neither of which ever
came from no novelty counter.

I'm quite sure,
Mrs. Peacock.

Her destination, uh,
where did-?

No notice. No nothing.
Just up and went.

Where did-?

Miss Moss go to, dear lady?

Well, land sakes.
She ain't gone nowhere yet.

What do you mean?

Well, she said she was taking
the noon stage,

but that don't leave
for another hour yet.

Thank you, Mrs. Peacock.

Thank you very much indeed.

Wait, Reverend! Wait!

Are you sure you wouldn't like
some more of this burgoo?

Mrs. Peacock, never before
in my entire life

have I been more sure
of anything!

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Uh, my- My horse went lame
over that hill, there.

Are you by any chance
going by Paradise Flats?

That's our next stop, mister.
Climb aboard.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you, yes. Thank you.

Golly!

What a collection
of sparklers.

Sparklers?

What sparklers?
I didn't see any sparklers.

Whatever you do,
don't come any closer.

Mister, I never saw such
sparklers in my whole life,

especially that blue one.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I-I'm sorry, young lady,
but you understand.

Hey, you-

You like nice jewelry, huh?

More than anything else
I can think of.

Oh, that's so nice.

You know, around here,
100 miles from nowhere,

the women, they don't
know the difference

between fine jewelry
and Indian beads.

They think a carat
is to feed a horse.

Oh.

You- You-
You like nice jewelry.

I- I show you
a little something, huh?

Here.

I think sure you will
love to see this.

Ah, look, don't touch.

Now, this is
a brilliant cut gem.

It was cut from
the Star of Kimberley.

That is 12 carats
of absolute perfection.

Golly.

It's the most beautiful thing
I ever saw.

Yeah.

Well, this certainly
isn't in your class,

but it's nice, isn't it?

Oh, yes,
that's very nice, indeed.

It certainly is,
for costume jewelry.

Costume jewelry?

Yes. But it's a very fine
reproduction,

but I just deal
in genuine diamonds.

Oh, these are genuine diamonds.

All right.

Very nicely cut glass,

but, uh, no matter how you
cut it, glass is glass.

You mean it's worthless?

Worthless?

Oh, absolutely not.

Why, you can get
for that, uh... 3, $4.

Whoa!

This is it, folks,
Paradise Flats.

Driver, when is the next
stage back to Kirby Gap?

I thought you was going
to Kansas City, ma'am.

Well, I changed my plans.
When is it?

Next westbound Number 6.
Be through here in an hour.

All right, Henrietta.

Time for you to go to work,
sweetheart.

There we are.

That's a good girl.

That's right.

Carry the little message
back home.

Now, whatever you do,
sweetheart,

don't stop to talk
to any hawks.

Well, what do you got there
for me, Henrietta?

Hm?

Okay, girl, you take care
of the place, huh?

There are laws
against trespassing, Mr. West.

You should know that.

I do, Mr. Poore.

And there are laws
against murder.

You should know that.

The murder of Amos Rawlins
is a closed case.

Lucius Brand
goes to the gallows

in just four hours.

You paid Abigail Moss
to lie in court?

Or should I ask her,
since she just left town?

I'm not under
cross-examination, West.

You and I are gonna have a talk
with Judge Blake

before Brand hangs
for a murder he didn't commit.

Well, now, that seems
reasonable enough.

His office is just
across the street.

All right, now.

In here now, quickly.

Hello there,
Henrietta, sweetheart.

How are your
pinfeathers, huh?

You just hold on to them,
sweetheart,

because by this time tomorrow...

You'll be dead.

We've been waiting
such a long time

for you, Mr. Gordon.

We?

Me and the baby

that my husband
will never live to see.

Um...

may I ask what you intend
to do with that, Mrs. Brand?

Lucius is gonna die
for a killing he didn't do.

And so why not you,

and after you, Mr. West too?

He'll die too.

Oh, no, Mrs. Brand.

Whatever else you do,

you be very, very careful
not to kill me.

Because if you do,

your husband will surely die.

What do you mean?

I mean I'm going to save him,

because he's not guilty.

And unless I've become
a complete and total idiot,

I can prove it too.

Now put that silly thing away,
will you,

and give me a hand here.

You can start by turning down
those wall sconces.

Now I have here
two daguerreotypes,

which I have studied until
my eyes almost gave out.

Here's the first one.

You recognize those people,
don't you?

If you're gonna tell me that my
husband's in that picture-

Now, wait a minute,
Mrs. Brand.

Please, just let me show you
the second daguerreotype

right over here,

taken immediately after
the murderer fired.

Notice, if you please,

that standing between
your husband's look-alike

and the murderer's victim
is this gentleman.

That's it!

That's just what I figured!

Look.

These grids convert

the two-dimension
of the daguerreotype

into a kind of a mathematical
three-dimension.

Now,

look at that.

Grid A-3.

Rawlins, the murderer's victim.

Grid B-4.

Creed, the target
for the gunman.

Grid B-7.

Mr. Lucius Brand's look-alike,
right next to dear Abby.

And Grid G-2.

Our obliging cowboy friend,

standing right between
the murderer

and his intended victim.

You- You mean that-
That Lucius-

Is going to be
a free man, Mrs. Brand.

As soon as I can
get these over

to the district attorney's
office.

Ah, there you are, Mr. West.

You'll pardon me if I keep on
working away at this.

Of course.

I assume the Secret Service

has a substantial
insurance plan

to comfort
your loved ones.

Double indemnity if I'm
barbecued in the line of duty.

Good.

Now, this should give us some
time for unfinished business.

Before my accidental
death by fire.

Exactly.

When the candle
burns down-

Oh, let me guess.

The candle burns down
to the rope,

the rope burns,

and the lamp falls
and the room is on fire.

And James West goes out
in a blaze of glory.

That's the same method
you used in the livery stable.

You're in a rut, Poore.

I wouldn't be concerned.

You'll be in a grave
soon enough.

Let's go.

Rawlins' position
at the head table was here.

Mm-hm.

Mr. Creed was right next
to him over there.

Now, somewhere in the crowd,

a man identified
as Lucius Brand.

Brand, the pawn.

Hm.

Now, the main point is this.

Optical measurements of two
daguerreotypes have shown

that a man seated on a horse

was directly
in the line of fire

between Rawlins and Brand.

Brand's double could not
have fired the shot

that killed Rawlins.

It was physically
impossible.

Mm-hm.

Roger, he presents
an interesting challenge.

Yes. I think we know
what must be done,

and quickly.

Yes. There's very little time
before the execution.

Your execution, Gordon.

There's a chill
to the air, but, uh,

you'll be warm
soon enough.

You know, that's not
a bad arrangement.

You know how I'd do it, though?
I'd put-

Excuse me for cutting in,
but we don't have much time.

Oh, I- I know that.

I was just, uh, commenting
on the arrangement, that's all.

Artie.

This is a firing mechanism.

The trigger man
was a female.

Wild guess:

Mrs. Rawlins,
the bereaved widow.

You're quite right, gentlemen.

Mrs. Rawlins.

Because of Poore's bungling,

I've spent two more days
in this town than I planned.

Oh, you're leaving Kirby Gap,
just when it's all yours?

I despise this
godforsaken place.

I bet not as much as you
despised your husband.

Kindly Amos Rawlins?

I was a lady of breeding
before he brought me here.

You consider that
a ladylike thing to do,

murdering your husband?

Search them.

Jim.

Well, of course,
I no longer can tell for sure,

but I say that we may have
about 30 minutes

in which to save Lucius Brand
from hanging.

You will join us,
won't you?

You know what
I can't understand?

I don't know why
we didn't figure that...

Of course.

The solution
to the whole thing

was right there
all the time.

On a chess board?

Everybody knows the queen

is the most powerful piece
in the game.

Boy, walking out
of that cell

was the happiest day
of my life.

Well, I hope you left it
neat and clean, Lucius,

because it will probably
be housing Mrs. Rawlins

and Creed and Poore.

Mr. West, Mr. Gordon,

If it hadn't been
for you...

Oh, now, come on,
you promised, Mrs. Brand.

All right.

Here's to good friends.

Would, um, one of y'all
tell me what Mrs. Rawlins

figured to get
out of all this?

Rawlins brought her
here from Boston.

She was the daughter of a very
wealthy man who went bankrupt.

She hated it here,
and she hated him.

So she enlisted Creed's aid
to help her get rid of him.

All Creed had to do
was duck that bullet

and, uh, make me
the perfect suspect.

Well, uh, what about Mr. Poore?

Oh, he ran the rest
of the show.

The drugging of your drink,

the theft of your gun,
the tearing of your coat.

Creed was to get half
of Rawlins' interest.

Poore hoped that Creed
would back him politically.

It was a real neat plan.

Um,

Mr. West, if you don't mind,

uh, I'd just as leave you'd
change that slide there.

It kind of gives me
the willies.

My pleasure.

Whoa, my pleasure.

Hey, she's lovely.

Just say the word, and I'll
arrange an introduction.

Well, consider the word said.
What's her name?

Uh, Jennifer Colt,
alias Prudence Mallery.

And if you lighten the hair
just a little,

you'll know her
as Abigail Moss,

wanted in four states.

Why do you always
have to spoil everything?

Artie, I didn't spoil a thing.

If you want to see her,
you can,

the first Sunday
of every month.

All right.