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ANNOUNCER: Previously on Elkhorn...

MERRIFIELD: Lot of easterners line their pockets

out here as cattlemen.

ROOSEVELT: You’re a fine partner,

but we need managers.

We ain’t here to break broncos.

You’re here to manage a ranch.

ROSIE: Miss Medora, we still have a hotel full of guests.

Surely we need a manager.

MARQUIS: I think you will find me far easier to deal with

than those crooks in Chicago.

And you will search his room for proof.

ROSIE: Seems a bit dishonest is all.

- No lawyers here

and no law.

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- That’s a waste of good water, if you ask me.

SEWALL: I’ll ask ya again in ten years

when ya ain’t got no teeth left.

DOW: Well,

you still hung up on them ponies?

I know you think we overpaid-

SEWALL: That ain’t what I think.

Price was fair for the ponies we got.

Should’ve got were cheaper horses.

ROOSEVELT: Well,

it’s a done deal,

so no sense in remaining

sour about it.

[SEWALL SIGHS]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

SEWALL: They are fine ponies.

ROOSEVELT: Indeed, and come morning

they’ll be roaming their new pastures at the ranch.

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Stop! Thieves!

[GUNFIRE]

- Trying to get yourself killed?!

- Can’t very well just let them take them, now can I?

- Stay down! [GUNFIRE]

DOW: Come back, ya cowards! [GUNFIRE]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[GUNFIRE]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

Get back here, ya cowards!

[GUNSHOT]

They took the new ponies.

SEWALL: Jack!

JACK: It’s just my leg. I’ve got two.

[GROANING]

- We’ve got to get that bullet out

and get him to town somethin’ quick.

- We’ll take care of this immediately.

Don’t you worry, Jack.

They were fine horses.

- They were, indeed.

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- Different calibers.

We’ll find you.

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DR. STICKNEY: Won’t be working a week.

Leg should be just fine,

granted you mind them stitches.

Means no ridin’ for a few days.

DOW: Wait. You sayin’ he can’t even ride home?

DR. STICKNEY: Well,

ridin’ home’s still ridin’, ain’t it?

Unless you got a spare wagon?

Afternoon, gentlemen. - SEWALL: Doctor.

Well,

don’t see what choice we got.

Yep.

[GRUNTING]

You seen that man before, Wil?

DOW: I’ve certainly never seen that suit.

- You get Jack a room, now.

I gotta tend to some business.

DOW: What business?

- I’ll tell ya once I know.

DOW: Uncle?

Yes sir.

All right.

[GRUNTING]

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[DOOR OPENS]

[GRUNTING]

[RINGS BELL]

[PANTING]

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Hi.

- Hi there?

Would you like a room?

DOW: Ah,

ah, yes,

yes Ma’am. Sorry.

Oh, I’m sorry.

Sorry um, I would like a room, yes, for my-

friend here to rest up in. We ran into a

spot of trouble this morning.

- Horse thieves?

DOW: Yes, Ma’am.

How’d you know?

Popular problem this morning.

Oh, I don’t think we can take him.

He’s gonna bleed all over my new linens.

DOW: Oh, ah,

well, I hadn’t thought of that.

[ROSIE LAUGHS]

I’m just foolin’ ya.

We’ll put some towels down. It’ll be just fine.

And I’ll have someone check on him every couple hours,

make sure he’s comfortable.

How’s that?

DOW: Why, that’s-

real service.

Well, that’s what three dollars a night gets ya.

- Three?

Th-three dollars a night?

- It’s worth every penny.

- There you go. That’s okay.

Yep.

Um...

Well,

let us say

two nights, and if he needs more, then

I guess I’ll just have to

come back and

pay more.

- All right, sign here.

DOW: Oh, yes, yes, Ma’am.

- Alright, take this gentleman to room four

and mind the leg.

Thank you.

Alright. DOW: On the right side there.

ROSIE: All set.

It’s nice of you.

Takin’ care of your men,

treatin’ him to such a fine room.

DOW: Well, I,

I’m not treatin’ anybody.

My boss will probably reimburse me, truth be told.

You’re not supposed to do that.

- Do what?

Truth-tellin’.

You’re supposed to let me think you’re rich.

- Why is that?

- Well, gals like

rich, handsome cowboys, now don’t they?

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- Well, you think them gals ever settle for

honest, handsome cowboys?

I think it’s the handsome part that counts.

- Oh,

[CHUCKLING]

I see.

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MR. FISKE: I had intended to present this matter

to Mister Roosevelt himself.

MERRIFIELD: That is a possibility,

but I’m afraid he’s occupied at the moment.

But I assure you, Mr. Fiske,

I have full authority in his stead,

and I’ll look forward to relaying all information we discuss.

- Wonderful.

In that case, I’ll have a contract...

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

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[LAUGHTER]

MERRIFIELD: Pleasure. FISKE: Mine.

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- There you are.

I’m ready to ride.

What was this business of yours, anyway?

- Tell ya once I know.

Not ridin’ just yet.

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EATON: Heard you had some excitement this morning, Mister Roosevelt.

- I’m afraid you missed it, Howard.

EATON: Afraid not.

They hit my ranch first and

a few others in between, it seems.

- Horses?

EATON: Wagon, too.

My good one.

- I had intended to wait for the law.

Hand off the dead one at the very least.

But if we leave right now, we may be able to

catch up to the thieves before they-

- We can’t catch ’em.

Not on our own.

That’s why I sent a telegram last night to Granville Stuart.

Know him?

- Only in reputation.

Up in Montana, heads the Cattlemen’s Association, yes?

EATON: Among other ventures, yes.

He’s got himself a little posse,

goes by the name of the Stranglers.

They handle

transgressions like these.

- I see.

EATON: Too often, good folks like you

are left "waitin’ for the law."

Granville, he ain’t a waiter.

He’s a seeker.

Seekin’ the justice this place needs.

- My thoughts exactly.

- They should be arriving at my ranch tonight.

You’re welcome to join us if you like.

- I can think of nothing I’d rather do more.

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DOW: Excuse me, I ah,

I just,

I thought I’d bring some flowers.

For my friend. Um.

You said he was room 4, right?

- They’re real pretty.

DOW: Ah, yeah- Oh! Excuse me.

Well, maybe I should just leave ’em right here with you, and

you can decide if you want to send ’em on or

just keep ’em right here.

- You said you was gonna be back in a day,

and it’s barely been an hour.

You must be real concerned about your friend.

DOW: Well,

truth be told, I’m kinda waitin’ on my uncle

to finish up some business, so.

There you go again with that truth-tellin’.

Just say you stuck around to see the girl from the hotel.

DOW: Right. Right. Okay.

Well,

I stayed for her.

Hmm.

Better.

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

SEWALL: Merrifield!

What are you up to?

- Well, last time I checked, nothing wrong with a man taking a stroll.

Other than that,

I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.

- You workin’ side deals

under Mister Roosevelt’s nose?

What, you spying on me?

Shoot. Should’ve expected nothin’ less from you.

But still I ain’t done nothing wrong.

And if Chicago wants to offer us two cents more per-pound,

it is my responsibility to consider it.

- Chicago?

You’re doin’ deals with Chicago?

We already have a deal with the Marquis.

MERRIFIELD: A deal with the Marquis?

That’s rich.

What I’m doin’ here is none of your concern.

SEWALL: Theodore asked me to manage,

so I’m gonna manage.

MERRIFIELD: That’s right, Sewall. He asked you to manage,

but asked me to partner.

Don’t you forget that.

And if you was managin’ the way you should,

you’d understand this ranch has been

bleedin’ money from here to Albany.

Oh and heck, now you can include them horses

from this morning in that tally!

So you chew on that!

SEWALL: You’re not wrong, Bill.

You’re not wrong.

But Theodore gave his word.

And you go back on that,

well, let’s just say

I hope I’m there when you tell him.

Hey! - MERRIFIELD: Get off me!

[PUNCH]

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[FIGHTING]

So, all the way from Maine, huh?

- Yes, Ma’am.

- Never been myself.

Anything you miss?

- Well...

the sky, I suppose.

- We got sky here too, you know?

DOW: No, I’m talking about the night sky.

The way the stars shine there, just,

well, there’s nothin’ like it.

- My daddy actually used to take me on picnics at night.

We’d gaze up at the stars.

They’re pretty out here too.

Promise. You just

gotta know where to look.

- Maybe you uh,

can show me them sometime.

[FIGHTING OUTSIDE]

Sometime real soon!

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[FIGHTING]

[FIGHTING]

DOW: What’s gotten into y’all?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

MERRIFIELD: You know what, Sewall?

Thank you.

Thank you for helping me see things clear.

I was just contemplating that offer,

but now...

my mind’s plumb made up.

Uncle, you okay?

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STUART: Evening there, Eaton.

Your ranch has grown since the last time I visited.

Bad terrain here.

It bodes well for the hunt.

If our horses are throwin’ shoes,

imagine trying to hurry a string of

stolen ponies along.

EATON: Thanks for coming, Granville.

STUART: It’s my duty.

Better we nip ’em here than they

creep into Montana.

EATON: This here’s Mr. Theodore Roosevelt.

STUART: A man would have to be born atop the Bighorns

not to know Mr. Roosevelt.

What brings you out here, Sir?

ROOSEVELT: The business of cattle, most days.

But this one? An appeal for justice.

I’m amongst the wronged parties, you see.

A dozen ponies lost and a man wounded.

STUART: That’s some raw luck.

ROOSEVELT: You know, the wagon tracks head north.

Do you think that they’re headed for Native land? Perhaps

they’re offloading the horses to the Sioux?

STUART: Unlikely.

Ain’t much profit to be made from Indian-trading.

Stealing from y’all, one by one

that’s quite an operation.

They’ll be takin’ the horses back somewhere else first,

a camp, most likely.

And when the thievin’s all done,

they move ’em out, all at once.

- I see. STUART: But-

you’re asking the right questions, Mr. Roosevelt.

Where will they sell ’em after?

And if they’re smart, that camp will be in the same direction.

And seein’ as they took that wagon decoy north,

I reckon we’ll find that camp just to the south.

- What do you mean, wagon decoy?

STUART: If you’re stealin’ all them horses,

you ain’t dragging along a wagon too.

Make your getaway slow as molasses.

Naw, I reckon you’ll find it abandoned

on the outskirts of Longbow. Just

follow the tracks,

as they hoped the law to do.

EATON: That was my good wagon.

Much thanks.

I best be off to fetch it then.

STUART: Best be.

We’ll see about your stock.

- Any idea as to who these horse thieves might be?

A famous gang, perhaps? Or

there is a prominent cattle baron here in Medora

that would take great pride in spoiling my operations.

- The Marquis de Mores is not your man.

- How could you be so sure?

Very well.

- Looks like we’ll take our leave now.

With any luck,

we’ll have your property back within the week, Sir-

- Uh begging your pardon,

but I very much intend to see this justice through.

- I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

With respect, the justice we deliver is often overdue but

outside the bounds of the law.

Requires discretion.

And to have a Roosevelt along to endorse it, well.

TR: I am a man of Dakota

seeking satisfaction for his lost property. Nothing more.

And any law that inhibits true justice, well,

to the wind with it, I say.

Ah.

Found at the scene of the crime.

A rare caliber for these parts and

evidence to incriminate, should you require it.

- Ride along as far as Belle Fourche.

Beyond that,

it’s our pursuit.

- Very well.

STUART: Well, then,

best be on our way. MARQUIS: Bonjour.

So grateful to catch you gentlemen

just in the nick of time.

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You see...

I’ve come to join your hunt.

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MARQUIS: They took seven of my best horses, you know.

Crafty devils.

Come, Roosevelt.

Certainly you’d agree I’m entitled to seek recompense?

- I suppose you are.

MARQUIS: Then again,

all this could’ve been dealt with already

if only I’d caught them in the act.

- Well,

I suppose you’ll have to back your boasts

when you find them.

- I suppose I will.

- Best get some rest.

- Sleep well.

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- Thank you, Ma’am.

MEDORA: Cleaning up messes while the boss plays cowboy.

I sympathize with you there.

- It ain’t exactly that.

- My apologies.

I do appreciate you bringing this matter to my attention.

- Uh huh.

- Chicago has always

been troublesome.

They’re the past.

We are the future.

What else is one to do when the world is leaving you behind?

It’s better when the steer doesn’t know.

He’s calm then,

walking right to the slaughter.

You need do nothing more.

I will handle it from here.

Thank you, Mister Sewall.

- Thank you, ma’am. - The honor and respect

between our businesses remains intact.

I see why he brought you here.

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True friends

are rare.

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- Ma’am.

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[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

- Fetch Paddock, would you?

He’s got an errand to run.

- Oui, Madam.

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- Fire’s fresh out.

Lotta hooves.

Camp was here.

They got two hours on us, maybe.

- What are you searching for?

STUART: They’ll leave a lookout, now and then.

Handy to know who’s trailin’ you

when you’re dealin’ in things you shouldn’t be.

Survey the area, rocks, groves,

anywhere a set of eyes could be hidin’.

MARQUIS: I will let you know when I find a lead.

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DWIGHT (horse thief): Hiyah! Hiyah!

[GALLOPING HOOFBEATS]

- He’s here!

The horse thief is here!

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Hiyah!

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- Marquis, did you see which way the thief went?

MARQUIS: Asks the man with glasses!

STUART: Well done, Mr. Roosevelt!

We’ll have him in no time!

[GALLOPING HOOFBEATS]

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- Hyah! Come on. Hyah!

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Whoa! Whoa. Whoa!

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ROOSEVELT: I think you’re quite cornered, Sir.

DWIGHT: Please mister,

(stammering) I ain’t the man you’re lookin’ for.

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I’m tellin’ ya, I ain’t no horse thief!

STUART: Then why were you camped on that perch?

DWIGHT: Why?! There’s dangerous men in these parts, that’s why!

I see a posse such as yourselves, totin’ guns, without no badges.

I got no interest in tanglin’!

STUART: And what about your assault on Mr. Roosevelt there?

DWIGHT: You mean the man that came into my camp,

gun drawn without announcing himself?!

And I ain’t even hurt him much,

just enough to get free.

STUART: We will catch the rest of your boys.

So you might as well come clean now.

- I ain’t got nuthin’ to come clean about.

- I believe his answers have been perfectly reasonable.

I want recompense as much as the rest, but perhaps we should consider he’s telling the truth.

DWIGHT: Yeah. Listen to him.

I am tellin’ the truth. I got no reason to tell a lie.

MARQUIS: Monsieur Stuart,

did you notice the ear?

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STUART: How’d you come by that notch, friend?

[CLEARING THROAT]

- There is only one way to get that, Monsieur Roosevelt.

He was found guilty but offered mercy.

Given exile from somewhere

instead of death,

but they marked him in case he ever returned.

And if he did,

there would be no mercy left.

DWIGHT: I, I, I ain’t that way no more.

STUART: And yet

rather than bear the mark,

you’ve grown your hair to cover it.

I’ve seen enough. - ROOSEVELT: Granville, with

all due respect,

you can’t be serious?

This is circumstantial at best.

STUART: This man is guilty.

- Not guilty here though,

not of this crime at least, not past a reasonable doubt.

Plus there are plenty of guilty men who

walk free with no marks at all.

STUART: I’m not here to balance all the scales.

But I can do my small part

to keep good folks safe.

And I’ve been at this a long time,

long enough to know when someone’s deserving

and when they ain’t.

- If he’s deserving,

then let us take him to Deadwood.

Face a trial. Proper justice.

- It was our justice you’d want to see.

Was it not?

Well, you’re seeing it now.

- This is not justice.

Hanging a man without a shred evidence?!

STUART: Evidence?

Get me his shooter.

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Rare caliber for these parts, you said

and evidence

to incriminate.

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Granville,

please.

This isn’t certain.

Deadwood isn’t even an hour away.

STUART: I’m sorry Mister Roosevelt,

but this is how it’s going to be.

Take him.

DWIGHT: No! No! No! Help me!

You’ve got the wrong guy! It wasn’t me!

I’m no horse thief! Help me please!

- I’m sorry, Granville,

but it seems that we are at an impasse.

DOW: Ask you somethin’, Uncle?

How do you get a gal to,

I dunno,

not think you’re an ape?

- Well, don’t act like one for a start.

- Thanks for that. SEWALL: This is that girl at the hotel, right?

- Can’t stop thinkin’ about her. SEWALL: Yeah.

One thing I know for sure,

they all like it when you listen.

So were you listenin’ to her yesterday?

I think- I think so.

SEWALL: Show her you were listenin’.

You understand?

- I’m not sure I do. No sir.

- Oh.

You got some nerve.

No need for all that now, Sewall.

Okay? Just came to say thank you.

For helping me see things clear.

I ain’t takin’ the deal.

- How’s that?

Well, I started thinkin’ after our little

to do.

As much as it chaps my hide to admit it, you were right.

Mr. Roosevelt’s word is more important than an extra couple of bucks and

should’ve always been that simple.

And I’m,

well, I’m sorry for going behind your back.

I was hopin’ we could keep this between us

since I ain’t made the deal and all.

- Well,

I don’t see no need to concern Mr. Roosevelt

in things that ain’t happened.

- Thank you, Sewall.

- Only problem is

how foolish I’ll look in front of the Marquis.

- What do you mean?

SEWALL: I asked Miss Medora to intervene.

- You did what, now?!

- You left me no choice, being as reckless as you were-

Stop right there.

You realize what you’ve done, Sewall?

She will intervene all right.

Come sundown,

that fella from Chicago,

he is as good as dead!

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ROOSEVELT: Furthermore, if we do not uphold

some level of civility- - STUART: Aw, heck!

Goin’ in circles! MARQUIS: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.

We have wasted so much time already,

and our stolen horses remain at large.

It pains me to say it, but

Roosevelt is right.

There is simply too much doubt.

Let us take this man to Deadwood

and be done with him.

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STUART: Mount up.

ROGER: But, Sir-

STUART: You heard me.

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- Thank you, Granville.

I promise that you will feel better

once we’ve delivered him to Deadwood.

STUART: Not you.

- I beg your pardon?

STUART: To Belle Fourche.

That was our agreement, was it not?

She’s just over that hill.

It was a pleasure riding with you, Mr. Roosevelt.

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- I want your word.

You won’t hang him.

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- You have my word.

I won’t hang him.

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- Good evening, gentlemen.

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An evening stroll is lovely,

especially when it’s done at a distance, Sir.

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[PUNCHING]

SEWALL: Paddock! Stop!

PADDOCK: Come to lend a hand, Mainer?

SEWALL: Let him go.

This man ain’t done anything to deserve this.

PADDOCK: You gotta be kiddin’, right?

We’re well past the point of return here,

especially after I tell him you tipped me off to his schemes.

I let him go, they’ll be fifty killers headed back within the week.

But if he vanishes,

well,

Badlands is a dangerous place after all.

- You let me go,

or you will learn the dangers of this place.

They will come lookin’ for me,

with fire and fury.

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PADDOCK: Now what am I supposed to do with that?

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[GUNSHOT]

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SEWALL: What have you done?

- Bought us time if nothing else.

- There is no us!

PADDOCK: If you’re thinkin’ of goin’ to the authorities,

don’t bother.

Heck,

you’d be my best witness,

watchin’ the man threaten me,

lunge for my weapon,

gun just

goin’ off like that.

No sir,

law will be with me on that.

- Maybe. PADDOCK: Ain’t no maybe.

But I ain’t really killed him anyhow.

Your man did,

soon as he opened the door to him.

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SEWALL: Merrifield.

PADDOCK: Best get now, Mainer.

I find it’s best not to linger after.

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[GUNSHOT]

- What was that?!

We must go back. MARQUIS: It is done.

- What are you saying?

- Must you be so naive?

What did you expect?

You wanted to witness frontier justice.

Did you not?

Seems to me you got your wish.

- You knew.

You only sided with me so I would not intervene any further.

MARQUIS: I simply saw what you did not,

inevitability.

Perhaps Stuart was right.

Best that these things

not have the endorsement of prominent men like you or me

for their sake

as much as ours.

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DOW: Excuse me, Miss?

ROSIE: Well,

what brings you out this evening?

DOW: Well, I was just

walking around and looking up, and uh,

well, realized I never did

catch the best spot to see them stars from.

- Oh, sounds like quite the quandary.

DOW: Yep.

But,

um, it is not as hard as having all this

and no one to share it with. ROSIE: Oh.

May I?

- Yes, Ma’am.

- You know, all sounds good and well,

but there is one problem.

- What would that be?

I never did catch your name.

- My name is Wilmot Dow.

- Rosie Maddox.

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[CLEARING THROAT]

- Shall we?

- Oh...

lead the way.

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- Is he healing up from the gunshot?

- Who’s that?

- The cowboy, the one the horse thieves got,

Jack.

- Right.

yeah, uh,

doing well.

Wilmot put him up in a hotel.

- Good.

That’s good.

Any other action while I was away?

Some trouble with the

Chicago people but

seems handled

for the time being.

- Mmmm.

SEWALL: Was your ride successful?

- Not everything is as I thought it was here, Bill.

There’s a

dire need for civilization to come here

for law and order and

proper democratic institutions.

- You ain’t kidding.

You hatchin’ something I need to know about?

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- No, no. Just

thinking out loud.

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