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WELL... I DO BELIEVE I MISSED HIS HEAD, MR. GRIFF.

CARELESS OF YOU.

I EXPECT YOU BETTER FINISH OFF THE TREATMENT PERSONAL,

MR. GRIFF.

I INTEND TO.

PLEASE, MR. GRIFF.

AT THE LUCKY CHANCE CASINO, WHEN MY PATRONS WIN, I PAY,

AND WHEN I WIN, MY PATRONS PAY.

WHY DIDN'T YOU?

I WAS CHEATED!

YOU CALLING ME A CHEATER?

SEEING THE POSITION YOU'RE IN, CALLING NAMES JUST DON'T

MAKE SENSE.

YOU KNOW, I THINK ONE MORE TREATMENT... WILL KILL YOU.

NO, PLEASE.

Lucas: HOLD IT.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

WELL, NOW, WHAT BUSINESS IS THIS OF YOURS?

I DON'T LIKE YOUR IDEA OF SPORT, MISTER. DIG HIM UP.

DRAW IT ALL THE WAY OUT, SLOW.

NOW, DROP IT ON THE GROUND.

DIG HIM UP.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE SHOVEL IS.

WELL, USE YOUR TEETH OR YOUR TOENAILS BUT DIG HIM UP.

AFTER YOU'RE FINISHED, I'M TAKING YOU TO THE MARSHAL IN

LAS CRUCES.

SOME APPLES HAVE MORE SEEDS THAN OTHERS. I THINK MAYBE

NATURE DOES THIS SO YOU CAN TELL THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF PIE,

IF YOU WANT THEM. HELP YOURSELF.

APPLES AIN'T WHAT HE'S HERE FOR, MARSHAL.

WHAT ARE YOU?

I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU, THIS MAN DESERVES TO BE JAILED.

WELL, NOW, MR. GRIFF HERE IS ONE OF OUR LEADING BUSINESSMEN.

OWNS THE LUCKY CHANCE CASINO OVER THERE. HIM I KNOW ABOUT.

WHO I DON'T KNOW ABOUT IS...YOU.

DOES THAT MATTER, AFTER HE AND HIS HIRED GUN TRIED TO

STOMP A MAN TO DEATH?

NOTHING AS CRUDE AS ALL THAT, MARSHAL. MERELY A LITTLE

TREATMENT UP IN BOX CANYON TO ENCOURAGE THE PAYMENT OF

GAMBLING LOSSES. GAMBLING, MISTER...WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS,

IS LEGAL HERE. COLLECTIONS CAN BE ENFORCED.

ANYWAY, I DIDN'T SEE THIS TREATMENT.

AND IF YOU DON'T SEE A THING, YOU DON'T ACT, HUH?

I SHOT HIS MAN, IN SELF-DEFENSE, WHY DON'T YOU ARREST ME? OR DID

YOU HAVE TO SEE THAT, TOO?

YES, SIR. BESIDES, SINCE I'M NEW HERE, I THINK IT'S A GOOD

POLICY TO GET ALONG WITH THE LOCAL BUSINESSMEN.

POLICY, HUH? NEXT THING I KNOW, YOU'LL BE TELLING ME TO

GIVE HIM BACK HIS GUN.

WELL, IF YOU DON'T, HE MIGHT FILE A COMPLAINT AGAINST YOU.

NOT MIGHT, WILL.

NOW, WHICH DO YOU PREFER?

THANK YOU. WILL THAT BE ALL, MARSHAL?

PUT IT DOWN AS A MISUNDERSTANDING, MR. GRIFF.

I WILL...THIS TIME.

YOU DIDN'T SAY YET WHAT YOUR BUSINESS IS.

MY NAME IS LUCAS MCCAIN, NORTH FORK CATTLE ASSOCIATION.

I'VE COME HERE ABOUT ONE OF OUR OFFICERS WHO'S MISSING.

HE'S A PERSONAL FRIEND OF MINE.

HIS NAME IS B.J. ELIOT.

MR. ELIOT? YOU'RE A LITTLE LATE, MR. CAIN. ELIOT'S DEAD.

WHEN?

2 WEEKS AGO. FOUND SHOT IN THE BACK.

WHO DID IT?

WELL, I DIDN'T SEE THAT EITHER.

AND IF YOU DON'T SEE A THING YOU JUST DON'T DO ANYTHING, HUH?

EVEN WHEN A MAN IS MURDERED.

I'M THINKING ABOUT A WITNESS, IF I CAN FIND ONE. THEY DON'T

COME FORWARD SO FAST.

SO YOU JUST SIT?!

MR. CAIN-- THE NAME IS MCCAIN!

EXCUSE ME. I WOULDN'T WANT TO MAKE A BAD IMPRESSION BY MOVING

ON THINGS TOO FAST.

YEAH, I KNOW. YOU'RE, UH, YOU'RE NEW HERE.

COME BACK ANYTIME YOU WANT, TO LAS CRUCES.

I HAVEN'T LEFT YET...

SHERIFF.

HE'S ONE IMPATIENT MAN.

WHO'D BLAME HIM? PEOPLE WANT ACTION, MARSHAL. ONLY YOU DON'T

GIVE 'EM NONE. NOW, WHY DIDN'T YOU ARREST THAT GAMBLER FELLA?

EVERYBODY KNOWS HIS PLACE IS RUN CROCKED. AND ON TOP OF THAT,

YOU EXPECT A...A WITNESS TO COME FORWARD IN THAT ELIOT KILLING.

WELL, THIS IS PURE FOOLISHNESS, MARSHAL. AND STILL NO ACTION.

BUT I HAVE A WITNESS, KIND OF.

YOU...YOU GOT ONE? WELL...

WELL, WHO IS HE?!

YOU CAN SAY THIS IS HIM.

THAT'S ONLY A SPENT BULLET, HALF-MASHED FROM BOUNCING OF A

ROCK OR SOMETHING. WELL, WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH ANY WITNESS?

OFF MR. ELIOT'S RIB IS WHERE IT BOUNCED. THEN INTO HIS

HEART.

YOU DUG A BULLET OUT OF A DEAD MAN?! WHATEVER FOR?

SILENT WITNESS I CALL IT.

I THINK IT'S GONNA TELL ME WHAT I WANNA KNOW.

MARSHAL, THAT'S CLEAN LOCO.

I EXPECT YOU DIDN'T HEAR ABOUT A NEW THING CALLED

BALLISTICS.

NO. ME OR NOBODY ELSE NEITHER.

YOU WILL.

YOU WILL.

CATTLEMEN'S ASSOCIATION OF NORTH FORK, MR. MCCAIN. I HEAR

THAT'S A FINE TOWN. YOU OVER HERE ON SOME PARTICULAR BUSINESS

WITH THE ASSOCIATION, I TAKE IT, MR. MCCAIN?

WELL, LET'S JUST SAY BUSINESS.

ROOM 4, MR. MCCAIN. NOW, THE HOTEL LOCKS UP AT MIDNIGHT, FOR

THE PROTECTION OF OUR GUESTS, BUT WE HAVE A NIGHT BELL IN

CASE YOU COME IN LATE. NOW DON'T HESITATE TO WAKE ME.

I WON'T. SAY, DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN GET A HOLD OF A

JUDGE HOPKINS?

WELL, NOW, THE JUDGE WON'T BE IN UNTIL TOMORROW, ON HIS

MONTHLY ROUNDS. NOW, IF YOU HAVE SOME SPECIAL BUSINESS WITH THE

JUDGE, THERE IS NO TELLING WHEN HE MIGHT ARRIVE. HE'S A VERY

INDEPENDENT FELLA, AND HE'S BUSY TOO. HE HAS A GOOD MANY CASES

WAITING.

I'LL WAIT, TOO.

YES, SIR.

[PEOPLE CHATTING] COME IN.

OH, IT'S ME, MR. GRIFF.

MISS MOLLY.

GOOD EVENING.

WELL?

I THOUGHT YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT MR. MCCAIN'S STAYING OVER.

HE'S FROM THE CATTLEMEN'S ASSOCIATION, NORTH FORK.

WELL, I KNOW THAT. MENTION ANY REASON WHY HE'S STAYING

OVER?

WELL, HE'S KIND OF A HARD MAN TO GET ANYTHING OUT OF. HE DID

SAY HE WAS WAITING FOR JUDGE HOPKINS.

WELL, THAT'S HIS PRIVILEGE, I'M SURE.

WHAT YOU CAN DO IS GO THROUGH HIS THINGS WHEN HE GOES OUT.

WHEN THE JUDGE ARRIVES, KEEP YOUR EARS OPEN WHEN THEY GET

TOGETHER FOR A TALK.

WELL, I CERTAINLY WILL KEEP MYSELF HANDY. GOOD DAY.

WHY ARE YOU SO NERVOUS?

YOU HEARD HIM. MCCAIN'S STAYING OVER TO SEE THE JUDGE.

GRIFF, BABY.

THERE'RE ONLY 2 WITNESSES THAT CAN EVER SAY WHO PUT THAT BULLET

IN MR. ELIOT'S BACK. AND YOU KNOW I'D NEVER TALK.

THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER GET OUT OF THAT TUB. BUT I EXPECT YOU'RE

LIKE I AM. SO OPPOSED TO THE PRICE OF THE BATH, I USE IT DOWN

TO THE LAST SLIVER MYSELF.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, MARSHAL?

UH...

YOU SWEAR THIS IS YOUR RIFLE?

YEAH.

THE ONE YOU KILLED MR. GRIFF'S HIRED GUN WITH?

LIKE I SAID, IN SELF-DEFENSE, YEAH.

WELL, THAT'S WHAT I FIGURED.

I FOUND OUT HE WAS FACING YOU AT THE TIME FROM THE DIRECTION

YOUR BULLET WENT IN HIM. SO NOW I GOTTA KNOW, DID THAT ONE AND

ONLY EXACT RIFLE FIRE THAT BULLET?

I TOLD YOU.

YEAH, BUT I GOTTA PROVE IT.

WELL, ALL .44-40S ARE THE SAME, WHAT ARE GONNA PROVE?

IN THIS WORLD, NOT SO MANY THINGS ARE EXACTLY THE SAME. NOT

EVEN THE SAME APPLES. NOW SINCE YOU ALLEGE THAT RIFLE IS YOURS,

YOU BRING IT. I GOT SOMETHING VERY INTERESTING I WANNA SHOW

YOU, MR. CAIN.

THE NAME IS MCCAIN.

YOU'RE RIGHT.

FIRST HE SAYS TAKE OUT THE SHELL BOOK, NEXT MAKE SHELLS

WITH SOMETHING CALLED LABORATORY EQUIPMENT. NEXT THING YOU KNOW

HE'LL SAY CLOSE DOWN THE DARN JAIL SO EVERYBODY CAN GO

BUSTING UP ALL THE LAWS THEY WANT!

MAYBE NOT SO MANY WILL BREAK THE LAW IF THEY KNOW WE CAN

PROVE IT A MONTH AFTER THEY DID.

NOW THIS IS MY .45. I'M GONNA FIRE A COUPLE OF BULLETS INTO

THAT BALE OF HAY. WHY? BECAUSE HAY IS ONE THING SO SOFT, IT

WON'T MASH 'EM HARDLY.

WHAT'LL THAT PROVE?

WATCH.

NOW I'D LIKE YOU TO FIRE ONE BULLET FROM YOUR RIFLE, PLEASE.

ANYBODY WITH GOOD SENSE, MR. MCCAIN, COULD USE A TREE FOR A

TARGET. BUT I EXPECT SOME PEOPLE YOU MIGHT AS WELL HUMOR

EM'.

GO AHEAD.

[GUNSHOT] GOOD. NOW, WE'LL WAIT UNTIL HE

FINDS THE BULLETS.

YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THAT HAYSTACK APART?

BEN, IT'S EASIER THAN TAKING A TREE APART.

SOME OF THE THINGS I DO YOU DON'T LIKE SO MUCH.

WASTING BULLETS IN A BALE OF HAY IS ONE OF THEM.

NOT QUITE A WASTE, I THINK.

DO YOU KNOW WHY GUN BARRELS ARE RIFLED?

SO THE BULLET CAN SPIN ON ITS FLIGHT, OTHERWISE IT'LL TUMBLE

END OVER END.

AND NEVER HIT ITS TARGET, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

THIS BULLET FOUND ITS TARGET, YOUR FRIEND, MR. ELIOT.

THIS ONE?

THIS ONE AND ONLY BULLET.

SO WHAT?

LOOK AT IT THROUGH THE MAGNIFYING GLASS.

SEE THOSE SCRATCHES?

THEY'RE CALLED STRIATIONS.

STRIATIONS?

MEANS MARKS. IT'S A NEW KIND OF SCIENCE, BALLISTICS. NOT MANY

MARSHALS KNOW ABOUT IT YET, NOT MANY KILLERS EITHER.

WHAT'S IT ALL MEAN?

SINCE THE BARREL RIFLING IN ANY ONE GUN ALWAYS MAKES THE

SAME MARKS ON A SOFT LEAD BULLET, IT MEANS THAT THIS

BULLET WAS FIRED FROM ONLY ONE PARTICULAR GUN.

[BEN COUGHS] AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT HAY WAS

FOR HORSES. I SEEM WRONG.

IT'S FOR PLAYING GAMES WITH.

NOW THESE TWO .45'S WERE FIRED FROM MY 6 GUN. LOOK AT THE

SCRATCHES AND SEE FOR YOURSELF.

THEY'RE THE SAME?

THEY'RE IDENTICAL.

THIS IS YOUR .44-40.

AND HERE'S YOUR OTHER ONE.

LOOK AT THEM BOTH.

NOW, WAIT A MINUTE, I JUST FIRED ONE SHELL INTO THAT BALE

OF HAY.

AND ONCE INTO THE GAMBLER'S HIRED GUN. YOU SEE, AFTER YOU

LEFT THIS MORNING, MY DEPUTY AND ME, WE WENT OUT AND WE GOT KIND

OF BUSY. I NO LONGER ALLEGE THAT IS YOUR RIFLE, ALTHOUGH SCIENCE

BALLISTICS CAN PROVE IT, NOT ONLY WITH YOUR RIFLE, WITH MY

.45. AND JUST AS I WANTED YOU TO SAY IF THAT RIFLE WAS YOURS, I

WANTED THAT GAMBLER OVER THERE TO CLAIM BACK HIS 6 GUN FROM

YOU. OF COURSE, NOW I'LL BET MY JOB IT WAS HIS GUN THAT FIRED

THE ONE AND ONLY BULLET THAT KILLED YOUR FRIEND MR. ELIOT.

I DON'T WANT THE GAMBLER FOR SCARING A MAN THAT OWED HIM

MONEY. I WANT HIM FOR MURDER.

HAVE AN APPLE, MR. CAIN.

JUST CALL ME LUCAS, HUH?

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING] MR. GRIFF, IT'S THE MARSHAL.

WHAT NOW?

[SHOUTS] COME IN!

HELLO, MARSHAL.

MOLLY, GRIFF.

HOWDY, MARSHAL. SIT DOWN.

WELL, I SURE AM IN THE WRONG BUSINESS.

SOMETHING I CAN DO FOR YOU?

I DON'T LIKE TO SAY IT, BUT I HAVE TO ASK YOU TO READ THIS,

MR. GRIFF. IT'S KIND OF A SUMMONS.

WHAT FOR?

WELL, THIS MORNING, WHEN THAT MR. MCCAIN BROUGHT YOU IN,

I DIDN'T HOLD YOU.

OH, YOU ADMITTED YOURSELF THAT WAS ALL JUST A

MISUNDERSTANDING.

I LIKE A BUSINESSMAN TO HAVE ALL THE BENEFITS IF I DON'T SEE

A THING LIKE THAT. BUT THAT MR. MCCAIN...

WHAT ABOUT HIM?

WELL, HE...HE HAD ME LOOK IT UP IN THE BOOK. HE CLAIMS HE

MADE WHAT'S CALLED A CITIZEN'S ARREST.

NEVER HEARD OF IT.

WELL, IT TURNS OUT IT'S IN THE BOOK ALL RIGHT. UH, LIKE THE

BOUNTY HUNTERS WHO'RE ALLOWED TO ARREST OTHER CITIZENS. SO

MEANWHILE, LOOKS LIKE I HAVE TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR GUN. OH, MR.

MCCAIN SHOWED ME THAT PART IN THE BOOK, TOO.

HE IS QUITE A READER, ISN'T HE?

OH, ESPECIALLY THE TO "WITHS" AND "WHERE AS IS" PARTS.

YOU DON'T MIND, MR. GRIFF?

DOES THIS MEAN THAT, UH, I'M UNDER ARREST, MARSHAL?

WELL, THAT'S FOR JUDGE HOPKINS TO SAY WHEN HE GETS

HERE. NOW, MR. MCCAIN SAID-- MR. MCCAIN, MR. MCCAIN. NOW

WHO IS THIS MAN MCCAIN, MARSHAL?

A SPECIAL OFFICER FROM THE CATTLEMEN ASSOCIATION?

WELL, HE DIDN'T MENTION, BUT I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF HE

HAD SOME INFLUENCE BACK THERE.

I'M RIGHT SORRY ABOUT THIS, MR. GRIFF, WHAT WITH YOU BEING THE

LEADING BUSINESSMAN AND ALL.

MISS MOLLY.

OH.

BEN?

Ben: YOU GET IT?

WE'RE IN GOOD SHAPE.

I HATE TO TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF SHAPE THE FEEDING GRAIN

STORE MAN THINKS WE'RE IN.

HOW SO?

BUYING 4 BALES OF HAY FOR OUR 2 HORSES THE SAME DAY.

HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I TOOK TO NIBBLIN' ON THE STUFF MYSELF.

HERE'S THE BULLET FROM ELIOT'S BODY. THIS ONE SHOULD

MATCH. STEP OUTSIDE.

ALL RIGHT, BEN.

WELL?

WHAT'S WRONG?

BALLISTICS IS WHAT'S WRONG.

THEY DON'T MATCH.

WELL, THE OTHERS DID.

THESE DON'T.

MARSHAL, IS THERE ANY CHANCE MAYBE SOME OTHER BULLETS GOT IN

THAT HAY?

WHO ELSE GOES FIRING BULLETS IN HAY BUT ME?

WELL, SOMETIMES WE ALL GET A LITTLE AHEAD OF OURSELVES. YOUR

BALLISTICS WAS A GOOD TRY.

I'M SORRY IT DIDN'T PAY OFF.

I SURE DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT WENT WRONG.

WELL, GOOD NIGHT, MARSHAL.

YOU ABOUT READY TO LET ME THROW ALL THAT SILLY LABORATORY

EQUIPMENT OUT NOW?

NO, BEN.

WELL, WHAT EARTHLY GOOD IS IT IF THEY DON'T FIND A MAN

GUILTY?

THE SAME GOOD WHEN IT FINDS A MAN INNOCENT.

OH.

MARSHAL?

ANYMORE KILLINGS TONIGHT, MR. MCCAIN? IT'S AFTER HOURS.

YOU KNOW, WE MIGHT JUST BE BACK IN THE BALLISTICS BUSINESS

AFTER ALL.

COULD YOU HOLD IT A LITTLE CLOSER?

NOW, LISTEN THIS MORNING OUT AT BOX CANYON WITH GRIFF AND

THAT HIRED GUN, I TOOK BOTH THEIR .45'S. SUPPOSING WHEN YOU

MADE ME GIVE THAT GAMBLER BACK WHAT I THOUGHT WAS HIS GUN, I

HAD THEM MIXED UP. WHAT I'M SAYING IS, I GAVE GRIFF THE

HIRED GUN'S .45 BY MISTAKE.

THIS IS GRIFF'S GUN.

BEN.

BEN! GO OFF TO THE FEEDING GRAIN STORE, TELL THE MAN--

I'LL QUIT FIRST.

2 MORE BALES, BEN.

HOW I'M I GONNA EXPLAIN 6 BALES OF HAY IN ONE DAY?

TELL HIM MY, UH, MY HORSE EATS LIKE A HORSE.

Ben: OOOW.

ON THE RIGHT, THE BULLET THAT KILLED ELIOT. ON THE LEFT,

THE BULLET WE JUST FIRED NOW.

WELL, THEY'RE IDENTICAL, ALL RIGHT.

'BOUT DOES IT, I SAY.

WE GATHER HIM NOW, MARSHAL?

NOT QUITE.

WHY NOT?

ON ACCOUNT OF JUDGE HOPKINS, MR. MCCAIN. THE JUDGE IS A

MIGHTY STUBBORN MAN SOMETIMES.

HE'D LIKE IT BETTER IF I FIND THE GUN IN MR. GRIFF'S

POSSESSION AFTER THE NEW KILLING TONIGHT.

NEW KILLING? WHOSE GONNA BE KILLED?

YOU, I THINK.

COME IN.

GRIFF.

WHAT NOW, MARSHAL? MCCAIN READING THAT BOOK AGAIN?

SOMETIMES PEOPLE GO TOO FAR.

THIS IS LAS CRUCES, NOT NORTH FORK WHERE HE BELONGS.

I DECIDED HE SAID ENOUGH.

I DISMISSED THE SUMMONS, AND I'M RETURNING YOUR GUN.

WELL, NOW, WHAT...WHAT DID HE SAY, MARSHAL?

OH, JUST SOME FOOLISH TALK ABOUT YOU AND THE ELIOT

KILLING.

ME?

HE DON'T KNOW ANYMORE ABOUT THAT KILLING THAN ANYBODY ELSE.

HE JUST THINKS HE GOT WIND OF SOMETHING TO TELL THE JUDGE.

I'M SORRY ABOUT ALL THIS FUSS, MR. GRIFF.

FINE.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

WHY, MISS MOLLY-- HELLO, MARSHAL.

YOU'RE JUST AS PRETTY AS EVER.

WHY, THANK YOU.

WHAT DID HE WANT THIS TIME?

MOLLY, YOU LIVE AT THE HOTEL.

WHAT'S MCCAIN'S ROOM?

NUMBER 4.

Marshal: DROP THAT GUN, GRIFF.

DEPUTY, TAKE THE BULLETS OUT OF MR. MCCAIN'S BODY.

DEPUTY, TAKE THE BULLETS OUT OF MR. MCCAIN'S BODY.

YOU CALL THIS TOMFOOLERY WHAT?

BALLISTICS, JUDGE HOPKINS, BALLISTICS. IT'S A WONDERFUL NEW

EXACT SCIENCE, YOUR HONOR.

YOU EXPECT ME TO TRADE A DEFENDANT'S FREEDOM ON SUCH AS

THIS? THAT THIS BULLET, EXHIBIT A, WHICH KILLED MR. ELIOT, AND

THIS BULLET, EXHIBIT B, WHICH WAS FIRED INTO A SCARECROW BOTH

POSITIVELY WERE FIRED FROM THAT ONE AND SAME GUN?

JUDGE HOPKINS, YOUR HONOR, YOU SEE, BALLISTICS IS HOW WE

CALL THIS-- FIDDLESTICKS IS HOW I CALL

IT. NOTHING WILL EVER REPLACE THE RELIABLE HUMAN WITNESS WHO

CAN SWEAR PRECISELY AND EXACTLY AS TO WHAT HE HAS SEEN OR HEARD.

MR. MCCAIN, I AM DEEPLY SORRY THAT WE WERE ALL TOO LATE TO

SAVE YOUR FRIEND ELIOT. PERHAPS IN OTHER DISTRICTS, MY OTHER

MARSHALS COULD HAVE.

HOW SO YOUR OTHER MARSHALS, JUDGE HOPKINS?

BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT SQUANDERING THEIR TIME PLAYING

IN HAYSTACKS. GOOD DAY, GENTLEMEN.

SOMETHING TELLS ME BALLISTICS IS GONNA CATCH ON A LOT SLOWER

THAN I THOUGHT. MEANWHILE I GOT ANOTHER THING TO LOOK INTO, BUT

OF COURSE, THE JUDGE WILL NEVER BELIEVE IT.

WHAT'S THAT?

WELL, IT'S CALLED FINGERPRINTS.

FINGERPRINTS?

WELL, THEY DO IT WITH SNOWFLAKES.

SHUT UP.