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- Ma, I gotta talk to you.
- No, not now.

Can't you see I'm busy with the
baby? Go and eat your breakfast.

I did eat my breakfast.

Well, then, go on to school.

Come on, now, Hettie,
eat your breakfast.

Eat your breakfast.

Why don't you ever listen to me?

All right, talk.

I don't wanna go to school.

You told me you don't
wanna go to school.

You told me until my
head's ready to spin.

Now, your pa says you're
going, and that's final.

He ain't my pa.

Well, he's my husband.

And as long as he keeps a roof over
your head and clothes on your back

and food in your mouth,
he can tell you what to do.

You never listen to me. You side
with him against me all the time.

And you make trouble all
the time. Now go on, get.

Treats the dog better
than he treats me.

He comes at me one more time with
that belt and I'm gonna tie it around...

You're gonna what? You're
gonna do as you're told.

Okay, here we go. Everybody
to school. Come on, everybody.

Everybody in, now.
Let's go. Here we go.

Come on.

Well, this is... this
is the big day, isn't it?

First day of school.

And in a... a new schoolhouse. Well,
actually, this is just a temporary one.

We're gonna be building
the new one pretty soon.

From now on you're gonna be
doing your learning right here.

I want to... I want you
to meet Mrs. M. K. Curtis.

I'd say she's the social
conscience of Virginia City.

And we all owe a
special thanks to her

for putting the idea of
the school into my head

and then convincing me that
it had been my idea all along.

You'd have come to it, Ben.

It didn't take much
besides common sense.

And now I want you to meet
your... your new teacher, Dr. Lyman.

Probably the best educated
man in this part of the world.

You said you wanted the
boy, Ben, but I don't know why.

You'll never pound
anything into his head.

Billy, I think you'd better
take your seat with the others.

- Tom, thanks for bringing Billy in.
- He's not my boy. He's my wife's.

If he was mine and
acted the way he does,

he wouldn't be able to
walk, let alone sit down.

Well, I think this school offers
everybody a big opportunity.

Some of you may grow up
to be smarter than we are.

Uh, Ben, if you go on
talking much longer,

school will be over for the day.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

- Well, Doc, it's all yours.
- Thank you, Ben.

You'd better keep a
close eye on them, Ben.

They look like a
difficult group to handle.

- I'll watch them closely.
- You see that you do.

I'm afraid it's gonna take
much more than your speeches

to make a real school
out of this place.

Matilda, you're an
amazing woman.

Here you are with all
the money in the world

so you shouldn't have
to worry about anything,

and yet you keep
worrying about other people.

That's probably because I
can remember what it was like

when we first came here.

Before my husband
made his strike.

It was a fight, it was a
scramble just to stay alive.

I don't think education
cures all the world's ills,

but I do think it helps.

Yeah.

Good day, Ben. All right, Luis.

What happened?

They built a fire in
the middle of the floor.

I give it back to
you. It's all yours.

Buddy. It's a long walk to
school. Hop on. I'll give you a ride.

Don't want a ride.

You'd better.
You're already late.

I ain't goin' to school.

You wanna bet?

Come on.

All right, girls, that's
it. Come on. Let's go in.

Hey, Fletcher, come on!

All right, boys, you too.

Inside. Come on, let's go.

"By the shores of Gitche Gumee,

by the shining big sea water,

stood the white w... wigwam
of N... No... Nokomis."

Continue, Ted.

I don't like readin', and even if I
did, it wouldn't be about Indians.

My pa don't like 'em either.

Ted, your pa ain't
goin' to school. You are.

You'll do what
you're told, all right?

"There the wrinkled old Nokomis
nursed the little Hiawatha."

Well, here we are, Billy.
No charge for the ride.

Well, come on, you gonna get down
by yourself, or you gonna do it my way?

Very good, Ted.

Deborah, do you know what
Longfellow was trying to show us?

That Indians have babies.
So does everybody else.

Didn't wanna spoil your attendance
record, Doc. There was one missing.

Sorry you were late.

- I wasn't late.
- Come on.

I wouldn't be here at all,
but his horse outrun me.

Yeah, well, that's
true. Sit down.

Now you gotta
make up for lost time.

Deborah, would you
please pass Billy the book?

Billy, the class has been reading
parts of Longfellow's poem, Hiawatha.

I'm sure you'd like
to take your turn.

Well, Billy, I'm sure you
must have learned to read

at the Virginia City School.

I wasn't there very much. They
didn't send a posse after me.

Billy, I thought that we'd have a
recess after you've finished reading.

But I guess the class will just have
to wait for you to make up your mind.

Candy, if you boys would like to
take a recess, I think it'll be all right.

This may take a little time.

All right, Doc. We'll be
right outside if you need us.

Come on, read, will ya? My
feet are falling asleep from sitting.

You keep out of this,
you little pipsqueak.

No need to rush. Let Billy
take all the time he needs.

We missed recess. I'm sure the
class won't mind going without lunch.

Come on, read it. It
ain't gonna hurt ya.

Wake up, Billy, will ya?
Come on, get it over with.

Come on. My stomach's rumbling.

All right, Doc.

You're smart. Or
you think you are.

I suggest you read the
short passage on page 43.

Billy, would you please stand?

"Homeward went Hiawatha.

Pleasant was the
landscape around him.

Pleasant was the air above him.

For the bitterness of anger
had departed wholly from him."

Excellent, Billy.
Particularly fitting.

That's about an Indian, not me.

Perhaps in time you'll
be as bright as an Indian.

Billy, Billy.

Billy. Apologize.

You're real funny, aren't you,
Doc? Makin' me look like a nothin'.

That wasn't the purpose, Billy.

Yeah, well, you just
go ahead and laugh.

The school's gonna need
another school teacher fast.

- Billy.
- 'Cause you aren't gonna be around.

You ain't threatenin'
nobody, Billy.

I don't make threats.

Get your hat and get on home.

I heard all I wanna
hear about that school.

All I said was they don't
teach you nothin' you can use.

If they don't teach
you nothin' else,

you'll learn to speak when you're
spoken to, and that'll be a big help.

Big words, that's all they throw
at ya. Well, I don't need big words.

I wanna be a blacksmith.

I don't care what you
or anybody else says.

I ain't goin' to school no more.

There's only one
language you understand.

- Oh, Tom, please.
- Let go.

Put that gun away.

Uh-uh. You hit
me for the last time.

You make one move
and I'll put a bullet in you.

Matty, my friend, Virginia City will
never be the Athens of the New World.

Based on my experience of today,

in a few short months the
alphabet will disappear completely.

Oh, Doc, lots of those kids,
they've never been to school before.

Why, you can't expect them to sit
still and learn all at once, now, can you?

Matty, let us face
an unpleasant truth.

I have an unparalleled
record of failure.

Ranching. Mining.

Even dentistry.

And now I can add to
the list school teaching.

Oh, no, come on, Doc, that's
not true. You're a real smart man.

Why, listen, Doc, you know
that most everybody in this town

comes to you asking for advice.

There's Judge
Morgan, the sheriff.

Yeah. I seem to have all the
answers for everyone... except myself.

Yeah, but don't
take my word for it.

- There are certified witnesses.
- Doc.

Oh, you better give me another
one. It may dull the pain a bit.

Ben, I hereby
tender my resignation

as headmaster of the
Ponderosa Preparatory School,

and that will save you the
embarrassment of firing me.

Doc, nobody's firing you.

I know you're discouraged.

But I sure would like
you to stay on as teacher.

Ben, I can't handle it.

That Burgess boy
and his friends, they'll...

they'll turn the place
into a shambles daily.

There won't be any more trouble
with the students, big or little.

Oh. I didn't realize the Cartwright
reputation included miracles.

This is one of the easier ones.

Will you stay on, Doc?

It's a crime to ruin a
consistent record like mine.

Never once sullied by success.

But if you want
me to, I'll stay.

I want you to.

I'll see you in the morning,
then. Goodnight, Matty.

Matty... may I have a nightcap?

I'll need a good night's sleep.

Break it up! Break
it up, you two!

If you wanna finish this fight,
there's a big street outside.

- He called me a thief.
- Nobody's invented another name for it.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
let's pretend to be civilized.

What seems to be the trouble?

The trouble is he
don't wanna believe

what is written down
legal in black and white.

That's not true! My father wanted
me to have the Lucky Coulter!

Easy. All right,
now, one at a time.

Dick, what's... what is
the earth-shaking problem?

Well, Doc, a few months
ago my father wrote me.

He knew he was pretty sick.

He wanted me to come back
here and take things over for him.

When I got to town,
he was already dead,

and Billings here's walking
around with a bill of sale

for the Lucky Coulter
for 5,000 dollars.

That's right, because I
worked hard for the old man,

and that's why he sold
me the Lucky Coulter mine.

He knew this kid'd
run it into nothin'.

That's not true. My father wanted
me to have the Lucky Coulter.

Suppose we take a look at the
letter and the bill of sale, hmm?

You bet. It's all proper,
notarized and everything.

Take a look at that.

Go ahead and
read it out loud, Doc.

I want everybody to
know what a thief he is.

"In the short time the
Lord has allotted me,

I hope we can patch up
our differences of the past.

If you have gotten over all
those wild half-baked ideas

and if you can prove to me you
have finally grown into a man,

perhaps you can take your
place running the Lucky Coulter.

Your father."

There are a great
many ifs in this letter.

Your father must
have changed his mind.

Coulter, I'm sorry, but
the bill of sale is legal.

It figures.

You're as crooked as
everybody else in Virginia City.

And what could I
expect from a drunk?

The judgment was sober.

Doc, for your own
good, stay out of my way.

Don't you ever
come near me again.

Uh, Doc, can I have
my bill of sale back?

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry. I...
I was studying it.

- Matty?
- Yeah, Doc?

Could I have a second nightcap?

This is not one
of my better days.

Come on. Hey, come on,
come on, break it up. Sit down.

Sit down over there.

Doc's a half an hour late.

We ain't gonna be able to
keep them kids quiet long.

If he doesn't get here in
the next 10, 15 minutes,

we'll just send 'em
home, that's all.

Where's the doc?
Couldn't you find him?

He's dead.

They found him about five
miles from here in Alder Creek.

Somebody shot him.

Sheriff has at least a dozen of
us out trying to round up people

who might know
something that'll help.

I'm here. Joe Cartwright's
over at Chip Lang's.

The sheriff just wants
to see Billy, that's all.

Got to tell him, Nora.
Wouldn't be right not to tell him.

Well, it's for the
best, I guess.

That boy's a bad one.

I've said it time and again,
he's gonna come to no good.

Can you tell me
where I might find him?

Got no idea. But I can tell
you what he done last night.

He threatened to shoot
me, put a bullet in me.

In my own house,
with my own gun.

Generally, it takes two
to start an argument.

- What was the fight about?
- There was no fight. He's just mean.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

No. But I ain't finished
telling you what he did.

He sneaked back last night

and took the best horse and
the best saddle on this place.

Stole 'em from his own family.

What about his friends? Is there
anyone special he hangs out with?

With Chip Lang and that Henry
boy. They's always under foot.

Wanting to take
him to hunt or to fish,

anything so long as it didn't
have anything to do with work.

Thank you.

Does the law figure, then,
that Billy killed that teacher?

- Is that the way of it?
- Gotta be.

- He threatened to shoot me, didn't he?
- Nothing's settled yet, Mr. Burgess.

The sheriff wants to talk to
a lot of people, not just Billy.

He left home last night.
They haven't seen him since.

He had a fight with his
old man. Stole his rifle.

I went over to Chip Lang's. They
haven't seen him in about a week.

- We better go to Jeff Henry's.
- Let's hit it.

- Isn't that Jeff Henry?
- Yeah.

Billy?

Billy?

This all you brought?

It's all I could get without
cleaning out the cupboards.

- I got some news too.
- Mmm?

Doc Lyman was killed.

Bushwhacked.

Yeah? So?

That's all I know.

- They don't they know who did it?
- Not that I heard.

Posse's out ridin',
though. Huntin'.

Let 'em.

Enough grub to get me to
Sacramento. That's all I care.

Hey, well, what are you
gonna do when you get there?

Lots of things.

Cowhand, maybe.

Or a gunfighter.

You gotta be awful
fast to be a gunfighter.

I am fast.

The more I think
about it, better I like it.

People don't yell at you
when you're a gunfighter.

They say "yes, sir."

'Cause they're scared not to.

You're not going
anywhere for a while, Billy.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Easy. Easy. Oh.

Come on, Billy. Come on,
Billy. Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Come on, come on. Come on. Oh.

Howdy, Ben.

Roy.

What I heard just now true?

You and Candy
brought Billy Burgess in?

Yeah, he was on his
way to Sacramento.

And he just confessed to
the killing of Doc Lyman.

And several other killings

that have been unsolved around
here for the last six months.

There was the Patty
Rand case, dance hall girl.

There was that feed salesman that
disappeared about six months ago,

never heard from.

Ben, I asked this
kid, why did he do it?

And he said, "I just needed
some more spendin' money."

I explained to him what
he was getting himself into.

And he said, "I don't care."

He just insisted on
confessing in front of witnesses,

and of course the other
prisoners were listening too.

Here's the confession.

Big talker.

You done everything
you confessed to,

you'd have to be a
lot older than you look.

I done what I said
I done. All of it.

Well, I might believe you, but you
could have trouble convincin' a jury.

They'll believe me.

They might at that.

Do you mind if I talk to him?

By all means, go ahead. You
might find something that I missed.

Don't let him scare you, kid.

He ain't a lawyer nor a
sheriff. He's just a Cartwright.

Now, you shut up, Sully.

Call me if you need me, Ben.

Billy.

You mind squinching
over a bit so I can sit down?

You sure are in
somewhat of a mess.

You killed quite a few people.

What difference does it
make? I don't keep score.

There's a couple of things
I'd like to check on here,

something you wrote here.

Uh, this dance hall
girl at the Silver Dollar,

and the feed salesmen
you murdered.

What were their names again?

I don't remember.

You don't remember the
names of the people you killed?

Look, I don't worry
about people's names.

They're all the same. Rotten.

You realize you're probably
the most important criminal

in Virginia City right now?

No one else in Virginia
City killed three people.

Maybe years ago, but not now.

People'll remember
Billy Burgess.

For how long?

It doesn't matter.

What did you do with
the money that you stole?

I spent it... on
a lot of things.

- What kind of things?
- What difference does it make?

It says here that you followed
Doc Lyman to Alder Creek...

and you murdered him there.

What time was that?

Midnight, or later.

- Are you in Virginia City at midnight?
- Sure. Lots of times.

It wasn't hard sneakin' out
when the folks went to sleep.

Did anyone see you?

Anyone at all?

Mm-mm. Nobody.

I stayed clean out of sight.

And yet you say you saw the doc
come out of the saloon and go home.

Followed him, didn't I?

- Well, you say you did.
- I did. And I shot him.

- Why?
- 'Cause I wanted to.

'Cause he tried to
make me look like a fool.

And these other
things, you did them too?

I sure did.

- Roy?
- Coming.

I think you'd better get
over to Burt Osgood's office.

Tell him I'd like him to take
on the Burgess boy's defense.

What did he tell you?

Joseph, that boy needs
the best lawyer in town.

Save your time, and
your money, Ben.

There isn't going
to be any trial.

Matilda, you're a
remarkable woman,

and I can't begin to add up
what Virginia City owes you.

But you can be wrong.

I must admit, you
disappoint me, Ben.

I thought you'd be the one
man who would understand.

Understand what?

That you don't risk sending a
boy who's underage to the gallows.

You just don't take a boy who
has been beaten and mistreated

ever since he was an infant

and force him to stand trial for
something over which he had no control.

Or had nothing to do with.

- That's beside the point.
- Is it?

I think it is.

Judge Rogers, you and I have thought
this out very carefully, haven't we?

What we're doing
is a little unusual.

But Matilda has convinced me
it's the humanitarian thing to do.

Of course it is.

What chance would that boy
stand at a trial with his reputation,

and with the way everybody
felt about Doc Lyman?

Oh. Now it's the
humanitarian view.

We just railroad the
boy out of town quietly?

That's a very cruel thing
to say, Ben Cartwright.

Nobody is going
to railroad anybody.

There will be a closed
hearing tomorrow morning,

and Judge Rogers
will turn the boy over

to the warden of the
Nevada State Penitentiary,

not as a prisoner but
in the warden's custody.

He will live with the
warden until he is grown.

And then if he is a useful member
of society, the judge will set him free.

What is so terrible about that?

Well, it sounds
perfectly marvelous.

There's just one question.

- What if the boy's innocent?
- Innocent?

Ben, there's a signed confession
admitting three murders.

And despite that confession,

Hoss and Little Joe and I
are working day and night

trying to prove
that it's not true.

If... if the boy is innocent,
which is very doubtful,

he'll have ample time to
prove it when he's grown.

Meanwhile we just sweep
the whole mess under the rug?

Matilda, how would you like
to be that boy's age right now

and look forward to living for
years under the stigma of murder?

I'd find it easier to
live with than hanging.

Would you?

I wonder.

I'd sure hate to be Billy
Burgess set free your way.

I'm sorry you don't
agree with us, Ben.

There will not be a trial.

The closed hearing will
be tomorrow morning.

Well... I just don't know how
Carson City is gonna look at this.

What's Carson
City got to do with it?

I'm sending a wire to the
state's attorney in Carson City

requesting that he assign
a new judge to this case.

I don't think he'd approve of the way
you and Mrs. Curtis are handling it.

Ben, we're old friends.
We can thrash this out.

Then make your
ruling now, Judge.

Either it's a real trial
or I send that wire.

"This confession is
of my own free will."

Signed: William Burgess.

Order, please.

Your Honor, this
confession is ridiculous.

The boy didn't know
what he was signing.

Are you trying to say that
Sheriff Coffee tricked the boy

into signing the confession?

No, Your Honor, no,
I'm... I'm only saying

that I think there may have been
other reasons for his signing it.

Why, he's confessed to everything
but the killing of Joaquin Murrieta.

Mr. Osgood, I don't
like your implication.

No sheriff in Virginia City

has ever had a finer reputation
for honesty than Roy Coffee.

Your Honor, I move that the boy's
full confession be accepted in evidence.

- So ruled. You may step down, Roy.
- Thank you.

Mr. Burgess, your son,

well, your adopted son,

has admitted to three
cold-blooded murders

on the nights of February
17th, April 12th and April 20th.

Now, Mr. Burgess, did you see
the boy on any of these nights?

Not after supper. He never
used the place except to eat.

And cause trouble.

Objection, Your Honor.
That's a matter of opinion.

Strike it from the record.

I don't know the
law, Your Honor,

but I know a bad
'un when I see him.

- I object.
- Sustained.

Mr. Burgess, on the night the
murder of Randall Lyman occurred,

wasn't there a bitter argument
between you and Billy?

With him around, there
was always an argument.

That night he
threatened to shoot me.

Threatened you? Wasn't he
only trying to protect himself?

Not the way I saw
it. And I was there.

Didn't Billy tell you that night
that he was going away for good,

that he was going to California?

And isn't that the only
reason he was hiding out

when the sheriff's
men found him?

That's his excuse. Doesn't
seem to be helpin' him much.

Mr. Cartwright, would
you say that Billy Burgess

was a model student at
the Ponderosa School?

Oh, he wasn't much different
from the rest of the youngsters.

Sort of hard to talk a young
fella like that into likin' school.

You mean he was no
different from any of the others?

Well, he was a little
bigger. Maybe a little noisier.

Mr. Cartwright, did
any of the other students

threaten the teacher?

- No.
- You did hear the threat?

You reported it to
the sheriff, didn't you?

Mr. Cartwright, come
outside. It's very important.

Well, but...

Please answer the
question yes or no.

Answer the question,
Mr. Cartwright.

- Well, yes, but...
- That's... That's all.

Thank you, Mr. Cartwright. I have
no further questions, Your Honor.

- What is it?
- I think we've finally got something.

You know Matty over at
the Silver Dollar Saloon?

He told us that Dick Coulter
had a big argument with Doc

the night before the murder.

Coulter was real mad, told
Doc to stay away or else.

Let's go see him.

Ma'am. Is Dick Coulter here?

He's here. If you
wanna call it that.

Ricardo!

Señor Ricardo.

Ben.

Oh, you see, Ines? I told you
providence would provide us.

And I found us another
little bottle of whiskey too.

I don't care about whiskey. I want
horses so we can get out of here.

Ben, I've disappointed
the little lady.

And whiskey's always been
a little bit of that problem.

Dick, when was the last
time you saw Doc Lyman?

I haven't seen
him since the night

he delivered his brilliant
judgment on the Lucky Coulter.

You haven't seen him since then?

That would have been a
little bit of a miracle, Ben.

You see, immediately
following my humiliating defeat,

Ines and I came back here to
do us... a little bit of celebratin'.

The horses didn't have the same
idea. They went back to the livery stable.

Ay, que stupido. You
rent cheap horses.

Oh!

You've both been here since
the night of that argument?

By no choice of mine.

You can see I'm fast
approaching a famine.

What d'you wanna know
about Doc Lyman for?

No reason now.

We'll have the livery stable
send you a couple of fresh horses.

And send me out a few bottles
too, 'cause I'm gonna need it.

Gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.
- How do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Comin' in from all over.

With picnic baskets.

Well, I wanted to be a big man.

I guess I am.

I never killed Doc
Lyman, Mr. Cartwright,

or anybody else.

Well, I never suspected you did.

I ought to whip you
within an inch of your life.

And I still may.

Come in, Ben.

I thought it would be you.

Have you come to
ease your conscience?

Matilda, I need your help.

- Now you need my help?
- Yes.

Now, when it's too late.

I just got through talking with
Roy Coffee and Judge Rogers.

We're gonna send a
wire to the governor

asking for a stay until
we get new evidence.

What new evidence?

The boy is innocent, Matilda.
We'll find new evidence.

You still wanna gamble with
that boy's life, don't you, Ben?

One thing that you could
always say about my husband.

When he sat down to play poker,
he knew what the odds were.

May I have permission
to use your name?

It'll add weight
with the governor.

No. I won't do it for you.

But I will do it for the boy. I don't
know how much good it will do.

- Thank you.
- I'm sorry for you, Ben.

You're going to have to
live with this for a long time.

I know I won't be able to sleep nights,
and it wasn't my decision, it was yours.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Ben. I hate to
bother you, Mrs. Curtis.

But I'm gonna have to have
that check for the Lucky Coulter.

My stage leaves in
about ten minutes.

Oh, yes, Walt. I'm sorry.

My mind has been on
other things. I'll get it for you.

Here it is. 10,000 dollars.

And here's the bill of sale
made over to you, Mrs. Curtis.

Thank you. And good
luck to you in California.

Thank you very much.

- Bye, Ben.
- Have a good trip.

Why would he sell you the
Lucky Coulter for 10,000 dollars?

He could get 40 or
50 thousand for it.

Well, I don't see that that's
any of your business, Ben.

- Let me see that bill of sale.
- I'm quite capable of handling my...

May I see it, please?

It's all signed and legal and
notarized by Merv Travers.

When did Lucy
Travers have her baby?

In early January.

- Ben, a boy's life is at stake.
- When?

It was the 10th of January.

I remember because
that's my birthday too.

She was very close to
death. Merv never left her side.

You'd better send that wire.
There won't be time for an answer.

Might not have
to send that wire.

Oh, Ben. Did you
come to see me off?

Yeah, in a manner of
speaking, I suppose I did.

Driver, Mr. Billings' luggage,
would you set it down, please?

Well, leave it
where it is, driver.

What do you think
you're doing, Ben?

Well, I've just been looking at
the Lucky Coulter bill of sale.

It's kind of unusual.

According to the
date, January 10th,

it was signed by the notary on a
day when he wasn't even around.

Merv Travers signed it
and he put his seal on it.

No. No, he didn't.

You see, on the day
that you say he signed it,

Merv was taking
care of his sick wife.

Now, we can easily check
up on that, just ask Merv.

Well, I'm gonna
miss my stage, Ben.

Doc Lyman smelt something
funny too and checked up on you.

Found out that old man Coulter's
signature was a forgery too.

Is that why you
killed Doc Lyman?

That's ridiculous,
Ben. Don't move, Ben.

Don't anybody move
and you won't get hurt.

- Get back.
- Get off me! Get away from me!

- Drop your gun!
- No! Please let me go.

- You.
- I don't wanna go with you.

- Get off of there.
- Do as he says.

No!

Okay, recess is over. Come on,
kids. I gotta learn you some grammar.

- Come on.
- Oh, sure.

The new teacher
seems quite capable.

Yes, as a matter of fact,

size and brawn were taken
into consideration for the job.

Hello, Billy.
Everything all right?

- Fine.
- Good.

Jeff's pa makes you work
pretty hard, but I like living there.

Good.

Thanks for arranging
it, Mr. Cartwright.

He wanted you. Asked for you.

You better get in
there before it's too late.

That Hoss is a rough headmaster.

You were lucky, Ben.

You took a big chance.

Yeah.

I'd do it all over
again if I had to.

I'm sure you would.

Now, we... we're not
really in any argument.

We both want the same thing.

Protection for the youngsters
from those horrible adult laws,

and protection
for their rights too.

- That's a large order.
- Yeah, I suppose it is.

I guess we won't
see it in our time.

Maybe someday.

People are too
smart not to change.