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Howdy, Miss Betty.

Whittaker, are you all right?

What do you want?

Mr. Whittaker,
you got an appointment

to meet with my pa
over at Lawyer Bette'.

Don't worry, Hoss. I'll get him there.

Howdy, Hoss.
Howdy, Sam.

What can I get you?
Oh, give me a tall cool one, Sam.

I'm killing a little time
till Joe and Pa get to town.

And new, man amour,

it is time for another dance.

Hey, Hoss,
look at that old man over there.

He's been in here drinking and dancing
with Molly all afternoon.

Most any man half his age
would be under the table by now.

What are you doing with my boyfriend,
you man-stealing witch?

What do you mean your boyfriend?

Now, you listen to me, Sal, I'm gonna
give you one minute to get out of here

and then I'm gonna pull that dyed hair
right out by the roots.

I heard how you lured him
over here, you thief.

Oh, it is not true.
I had to see it for myself to believe it.

So now you've seen.
Now get out, this is my territory.

You do not send her away.

No, of course, she is charming also.

Charming?
Well, I'm not--

You should see this woman
when she gets out of bed.

She's enough
to make a strong man die.

Now, ladies, please.
You stay out of this, honey.

I have to teach this crowbait
to stay away from my man.

Crowbait?

Take that back,
you decrepit old bag.

Bag?

Think we ought to break them up?

Yeah, before they start
breaking the fixtures.

No, please, gentleman, no, no, no.
Let the ladies have their little fun.

I will be willing to pay
whatever small damage they cause.

You witch!
You thief!

Sure you don't want us
to break them up?

Certainly not. That would be
the height of disrespect

since it is me
they are fighting over.

Stop it, you--

I hate you!

This is getting to be quite a list, mister.
You sure you can pay?

Don't worry, my friend.
Do not worry.

But I am worrying.

What is your name anyway?

Lafitte. Jean Lafitte.

Hey, there was a famous pirate
named Jean Lafitte.

You ain't by chance related,
are you?

Related?

My dear friend,
I am that Jean Lafitte.

Sorry we're late, Hoss, but, you know,
we ran into old Jim Lane.

You know the way he likes to jaw.

Pa, listen,
can I talk to you a minute?

Well, Hoss, we're late for Lawyer
Bette' meeting new. Can't it wait?

It'll just take a minute, Pa.

Well, Joe, will you tell the lawyer
that we'll be along in a few minutes?

All right.
Now, what is it?

Look, Pa, come along
with me a minute, will you?

Yeah?

You remember one time telling us
about having met Jean Lafitte

when your ships
were at the same harbor?

Yeah, when I was
an apprentice seaman.

Down in New Orleans somewhere.
Mm-hm.

Now, let me ask you something.

How old would he be now?

According to reports,
he died a long time ago.

Yeah,
but that's according to reports.

Now, if he is still alive,
how old would he be?

Oh, well, I don't know.
I guess maybe about 70.

Seventy, huh?
What's all this about?

Pa.

He's over there in Roy Coffee's jail
right now.

He says he's Lafitte?

What's he doing in that jail?

Oh, there was a ruckus
over at the saloon

and a couple of women get in a fight
over him.

A couple of women get in a fight
over him?

Seventy-year-old man?

Pa, wait till you see
this 70-year-old man.

Howdy, Ben.
Roy.

Did you come over
to identify our prized prisoner

like Hoss here said you could?

Well, Roy, I come over to have a look
at a 70-year-old man.

I don't know if I can identify him.

I was a kid when I saw Lafitte
in New Orleans.

Besides,
I heard he died a long time ago.

Now, do you really think
that could be him?

Well, it could be.
After all, he's in my jail.

Ben, what I've heard
of this Jean Lafitte,

he was a pirate and a smuggler
and a swindler

and just about every kind
of a rascal known,

but this fellow
sure answers that description, ha, ha.

He was also a war hero, Roy.

Ever since Pa first told me about him
when I was just a young'un,

I got interested in him
and I did some research,

and I found out
if it hadn't been for Jean Lafitte,

we'd have lost the War of 1812
at the Battle of New Orleans.

Of course, that's right, Hoss.

But he was a pretty bloodthirsty pirate,
and then he became a war hero.

Then he went back to pirating again.

Well, let's have a look
at this ghost anyway.

Oh, come on,
but I don't think he's no ghost.

I think he's just a plain crook.

In fact, Sam the bartender
is gonna testify at the trial.

Well, old man, we got somebody here
who knew you in the old days.

Most interesting.

Is this the man?

Yeah, that's Ben Cartwright.

He once knew the real Jean Lafitte.

No, you are not old enough
to have known me in my prime.

Oh, well, I was just a pretty young
apprentice seamen at the time.

Oh, I see. Well, I'm afraid
my memory is not that good, uh...

Young girls I remember.

Young apprentice seamen, no.

Well, yeah, I don't know.
I understand you're in jail here

because of, uh,
a little woman trouble.

It was worth it.
Those girls were absolutely delightful.

And, after all, what is there left
for a poor helpless old man

but to try to enjoy
his few remaining years?

Helpless old man.

Why, you old reprobate,

you're just about as helpless
as a two-headed sidewinder, ha, ha.

Roy, I don't think
that's quite respectful,

to talk to an American here like that.

Him, a war hero?

Hoss, all these confidence men
try to get you to feel sorry for him,

Now, don't let this one feel you.

Yeah, well,
I'll tell you how much he's fooled me.

I'm gonna bail him out.

I'm gonna pay all the damages.

You what?

I'm gonna bail him out.

Look, Hoss, you don't
have to get yourself involved in this.

Now, Pa, you were the one
that told me about the War of 1812

and about Jean Lafitte.

Now, if this man happens
to be Jean Lafitte,

it'd be a crying shame for him

to have to spend the last remaining
days of his life behind bars.

Hoss, you're letting this imposter play
on your sympathies.

But, Roy,
I ain't for sure he is an impostor.

That's just the trouble.

I'm gonna pay his damages.

Well, all right,
I got an itemized list here somewhere.

Look, Hoss,
we're already overdue at the lawyer's,

so let's go over there,
you can settle this later.

Pa, you go ahead. I'll join you later.
All right.

See you later, Roy.
All right, Ben.

There you are.

Well, here's your stuff.

Your cane.
Ah, my walking stick.

Your bag.
Yes.

You know something?
Oh, yes.

That's the darndest knife
I ever seen in my life.

That, my friend, is a pirate's cutlass.

As necessary to my profession
as a plow to a farmer.

Well, what do you use it for?
Slitting throats.

I never know for sure whether you're
joshing or whether you're on the level.

Do you know
I am never certain myself?

Joe and I
have been having a nice chat.

Well, good.
What did Hoss want, Pa?

Oh, I'll tell you about that later.
Where's Amos?

He won't be here.

Well, how are we gonna
settle anything without him?

Well, the truth of it is, he was here,

but, uh, he was so drunk,
I had his foreman take him home.

Now, look, Walter,

I think we've waited
just about long enough

to get paid for that herd.

Amos Whittaker swears
that you were paid in full and in cash

when you rode out to his place
a week ago Tuesday.

Well, then, he is drunk.

Has he got a receipt to prove that?

He says he and your father
are such old friends

that they never bothered
with, uh, receipts and such.

Well, that's true enough.

But what's he trying to say?

That I'm cheating him by asking him
to pay twice for the same herd?

It's a lot of money, Ben.

Now, come on, Walter. You don't think
I'm trying to pull some trick on him.

Well, of course not, Ben.
I trust you implicitly.

Well?
Well.

Well, the thing is,
I trust Amos Whittaker implicitly too.

Oh, he's a difficult man
when he's drinking,

but, well, I've never heard of him
doing anything even slightly dishonest.

Well, I'm gonna tell you one thing.

Amos better be sober
in the morning.

I'm riding out there
to have a talk with him.

Oh, Ben, let me deal with it.

Now, I've handled both your affairs
for a long time.

I promise I'll get to the bottom of it

if I have to put aside everything else
on my calendar.

All right. Thank you, Walter.

Well, I'm not being
entirely unselfish, Ben.

If people are gonna stop talking
and start shooting,

how's a lawyer gonna make a living?

So long, Mr. Belts.
Goodbye, Little Joe.

Ready to go, Hess?
Oh, hi, Pa.

What do you got there?

It's, uh-- It's a diamond.
Ain't it pretty?

Mr. Lafitte gave it to me.

He said he, uh, he got that
off of a Greek princess.

Yeah, Pa was telling me
about that new friend of yours, Hoss.

He, uh, talk you
into buying that thing?

He gave it to me.

It's a pretty big diamond.

What did you give him in return?

Just a couple of drinks
over there at the Gold Lily.

I bet I know. Then you talked him

into taking every bit of money
you had on you.

Yeah. I'd have done that anyhow,
even without this.

You know, Joe,
they say if you take a rock, see,

you put a diamond on top of it,
you just tap it,

now, if it's a real diamond,
it won't break.

Of course, uh, if it isn't a real diamond,
it shatters into little pieces.

A rock like that?
Yeah.

I ain't-- I ain't for sure
I even wanna find out.

Well, it's up to you, Hoss, of course.

You mean, you really thought
that man was the famous Jean Lafitte?

Oh, such along walk.

Mr. Lafitte, hi.
You hoof it all the way out here?

Well worth it to see my good friend
Monsieur Hoss again.

What can I do for you, Mr. Lafitte?

Oh, yes, I have another gift for you.

A most magnificent...

...ruby.

A ruby, huh?
Yeah, now hold it up to the light.

You see how it glitters in the sun?

Do you know how I got that ruby?

I myself, I tore it from the finger
of a Spanish grandee

after boarding his boat
in the straits of Lascuarre.

Yeah?

Well, it's, uh, beautiful.
It's mighty, mighty pretty.

Accept it from me, please.

I appreciate it. Thank you, sir.

Now... Now, what can I do for you?

Yes, uh...

Monsieur Hoss,
I will go hungry and homeless

unless you see fit
to extend the hospitality

of the Ponderosa for a few days.

Mr. Lafitte,

what'd you do with that money
I gave you yesterday?

All foolishly squandered
on beautiful women.

If there is one thing Lafitte enjoys,

it is foolish squandering
on beautiful women.

I mean, dad burn it,
if you ain't got more gall

than any man I ever met, Mr. Lafitte.

Yes, I find it very useful.

Well, I'll have to talk
to my Pa and brother.

Mr. Lafitte, are you all right?
Help me.

Sit down. Sit down here.

If you will please explain to them

that a footsore old war veteran
is waiting outside.

Tell them that the hero
of the Battle of New Orleans

awaits their decision
as to whether or not

he will have food this day.

You ask them that, Monsieur Hoss.

It may take some time
to convince them.

Monsieur Hoss,
old soldiers have patience,

and I have great faith in you.

And if he turns out to really be Lafitte,
we're gonna feel pretty foolish

turning him away,
him being an American war hero.

Oh, a war here my foot.

He's a swindler. He's a phony.

Look, can't you un--?

What do you got there?

It's, uh, another little gem
he gave me.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

Look at that. It's another phony gem.

What do I have to do
to get it through that skull of yours?

It just proves Mr. Lafitte's got a bunch
of phony jewelry.

Oh, well, forget it.
You try and talk to him, Pa.

Yeah, ahem, well, uh...

...it's highly improbable
that he's the Mr. Lafitte, the war hero.

Eh?

But it's not entirely impossible.

Eh?

So I suggest we compromise.

Let's have him here in our home
as our guest

for the next couple of days,

but let's keep a very careful eye
on all the silverware.

Oh, Pa.

If Adam was here right now,
he would agree with me.

Well, he ain't.
He's in San Francisco,

and Mr. Lafitte's staying,
and that's all there is to it.

Hey, Pa, you mind if I, uh, take a look
at those books of yours?

You wanna look at books?

Yeah, I thought I might, uh, read up
on the War of 1812.

Oh.

Johnny boy,
I never had so much fun in my life.

Oh, the most beautiful young lady
will have even more fun.

The evening is just beginning.

Mr. Lafitte, you and me
are gonna have to be going home now.

A man your age
has gotta have his sleep.

Nonsense.
All right, all right, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, then, a man my age
has gotta have his sleep.

His age. No.

All right, we'll have one more round,

but then we gotta go home for sure,
you hear?

One more round, Sam, on the tab.

Okay, it will be.

Better get cash, Sam.

Cantankerous old codger.
Especially when he's drunk.

He never really remembers
what he does or says,

then has to go around apologizing
when he's sober.

Yeah?

Mr. Whittaker.

What's on your mind, boy?

Well, sir, you know my pa
well enough,

or you certainly ought to,

to know that he ain't one
to try to cheat you.

He took my money
and he swears he didn't.

Now, some folks call that cheating.

Well, it's some son
of misunderstanding.

Sir, if you two could get together,
talk...

There's nothing I'd like better
than to talk to Ben Cartwright.

I've been looking forward
for a long time

to tell him exactly
what I think of him.

Well, why weren't you in shape
to do just that

at Lawyer Bette' office
the other day?

Lawyer Belts?

What are you talking about?

This is the first I've been in town
in a long time.

Mr. Whittaker,
I seen you with my own two eyes

come out of this saloon Friday.

Lawyer Belts said you showed up
at his office

so drunk you couldn't talk
and he sent you home.

Well, sometimes I don't remember
when I get drinking pretty heavy.

That's my business, not yours.

Yeah.

Mr. Whittaker--
Look, why don't you let me alone?

Isn't it enough that you've lied to me
and cheated me?

Monsieur, do not talk like that
to a friend of Jean Lafitte

or you will find you have no throat
to talk through.

Mr. Lafitte, please.

I can take care of this, I assure you.

Very well, if you insist.
But, you, remember.

I'm sorry about that.
He's just a harmless old man.

What I was about to ask you was...

...had you been drinking hard

that day you claimed
that you paid my Pa for that herd?

My foreman was there.

He saw me hand your father
that money.

Oh.

Then Tully told you about it
the next day, huh?

Mr. Whittaker,
I've never known you to lie.

And certainly not my Pa.

But, I'm sorry,
I can't say the same thing for Tully.

My Pa would be more than happy

to ride out to your place
at your convenience,

any time you want,

talk this thing over with you
and try to get it settled.

Beautiful breakfast.

Beautiful breakfast.

But, you know, this coffee
should have a little chicory in it

in the style of New Orleans.

I will tell Hop Sing the secret.

For a man who ain't had no sleep,
you're mighty chipper this morning.

Yeah. How do you do it?

Clean living, my boy. Clean living.
Oh, heh.

It's all very pleasant.

I gotta go to see Amos Whittaker.

Don't lose your temper.
Okay.

Hello, Roy, come on in. Come in.

I'm sorry, I'm just leaving,
but, uh, you go in

and have some coffee with the boys.

Well, thanks.
Uh, where you heading, Ben?

I'm going to see Amos Whittaker.

You can save yourself a trip.
Hmm?

Amos is dead.

What?

What happened to him, Roy?

Somebody slit his throat.

With this.

My cutlass, of course.

During all the gaiety
at the saloon last night,

it was either lost or stolen.

And that must have been
after you threatened Whittaker.

Oui, I first noticed it was missing
after Monsieur Hoss left for home

around, uh, midnight, I should say.

Then you two weren't together
all evening?

No, sir.

Mr. Lafitte stayed at the saloon
after I left.

Mr. Lafitte, we figure

that Amos Whittaker was murdered
about 3:00 this morning.

Now, where were you at that time?

I cannot compromise a lady.

If you cannot come up with something
better than that, you're in real trouble.

Sheriff, before you start making
any charges,

maybe you ought to check--

Find out
where Amos Whittaker's foreman was

at 3:00 this morning.

I know where Tully was.

He was getting his throat slit too.

On my honor,

as a soldier who was decorated
by the American government,

I had nothing to do
with these killings.

Just the same, you're gonna have
to come along with me.

Roy.

We'll see
that you have a defense lawyer.

You are most kind.

Would you look at that?

Broiled lizard tongue.

A very interesting dish.

Now, what are you talking about?

That's the most tender chicken
there is to be had anywhere.

Then what is your secret recipe

that makes it taste
like broiled lizard tongues?

Hi, Johnny boy.

Oh, just in time.

Mr. Lafitte, Molly here says

that she was the one
you was outwith the other night

right during the time
the murder took place,

so I reckon
that clears everything up, Roy.

That's right.

Johnny boy and I went for a buggy ride
after we left the saloon

It was very romantic.

We must have stayed out
till almost 2:00 in the morning.

No, it was much
later than that, ma chérie.

You remember the beautiful sunrise
as we returned?

Sunrise? What sunrise?

The sunrise.

The one you and I watched
this morning together.

Just, uh, tell the truth, Miss Molly,
exactly as you remember it.

Well, the truth is

it was just before 2:00 when I got back
to my room at the hotel.

Well, that would have gave
Johnny boy here

plenty of time to ride out
to Amos Whittaker's ranch

before 3:00 in the morning,
wouldn't it?

I, uh, think that'll be all,
Miss Travers.

I'm sorry, Johnny boy.

It's been fun up to now.

Molly.

Johnny boy.
Molly.

Right in there.

She is lying.

It is her word against mine.

Uh, I mean no offense, Mr. Lafitte,

but as your lawyer,
it is my duty to point out

that yours is the word of a pirate
with an extremely spotty record.

Lawyer Belts,

you think that Mr. Lafitte's past
will have any influence on the jury?

Jurors are only human.

I think it might make
a very big difference.

In that case, gentlemen...

...I have a small confession to make.

I am not Jean Lafitte.

You ain't Jean Lafitte?

And you spent all this time
convincing folks you were?

Let us say I am an old man
who enjoys his little joke.

Making fools out of folks,
is that your idea of a joke?

I am sorry, Monsieur Hoss.
I am very sorry.

I have lied to you often,

but this, I swear to you, is the truth.

I did not kill Monsieur Whittaker
or his foreman.

And I reckon you're willing
to swear that on your honor

as a great American hero, huh?

I do not blame you
for no longer believing in me.

Hi, Pa. I'm gonna take this bag in
to Mr. Lafitte,

or whatever his name is.
I'll be right back.

I'm sorry, Hoss.

You know, I reckon I'm pretty stupid,

but for some reason, Pa,
I can't keep from believing him

when he tells me
he didn't kill them two men.

Now, why should you think
that makes you stupid?

He, uh-- He happens to be a man
who lives by his wits.

You happen to be a fellow
who lives by your head.

And, you know,
I think I like your way better.

Well, it don't make no difference,
I reckon, because I've had it with him.

All his tall tales and his lies
and his fake jewelry.

I mean, really, Pa,
I've had it with him.

Oh, how kind of you
to bring me fresh linen.

That's all right, Mr. Lafitte.

Eh, Monsieur Hoss.

I hate to ask, but when a man's life
is at stake, he will risk anything,

any humiliation.

Mm-hm.

Just one last small favor.

Like?

The very beautiful Mademoiselle Molly
will be in her room

at the hotel right now.

I would appreciate it very much
if you would talk to her

and ascertain
why she stole my cutlass.

Mr. Lafitte,
why are you so all-fired sure

that it was Molly
that stole your cutlass?

Because I know women.

Now, off with you
to Mademoiselle Molly

before she leaves for the dancehall.

Dad burn it. I reckon I'm some kind
of a dang feel or something.

Monsieur Hoss, just please believe me
innocent of those murders,

whatever else
you may believe of me.

So you think
I swiped Johnny boy's cutlass

while he and I
were dancing together, huh?

And then after that, I suppose
I slipped it to a Confederate

and took Johnny boy buggy riding
until dawn, is that it?

Oh, no, Miss Molly.

It ain't what I think. It's...
Heh.

You know, Hoss, that two-faced old
rascal's really got you bamboozled.

If you'll excuse me,
I gotta get to work.

Yes.

Mr. Lafitte.

Mr. Lafitte, put that thing away.
What are you doing?

Not until I have sliced
this so-beautiful little lady

into not-so-beautiful little pieces.

Hoss.
Hoss, he's just loco enough to do it.

You will die by inches.
You will die slowly. Slowly.

Aah!
Aah!

Mr. Lafitte! Mr. Lafitte!
Ha, ha. No, I will--

I must follow her. Please.
I must find out where she goes.

You're going right back to jail
where you belong.

If Lafitte gives you his word of honor

that he will return to the jail cell
at once, will you follow her?

Yeah, but you ain't Lafitte, remember?
You're a fake.

Even an imposter has honor.

There, you see? Come.

She runs down the street.

Does she run to the sheriff's office?
No.

She runs in the opposite direction
to her unknown accomplice.

You must follow her. You must.
Or forfeit me to the hangman.

All right,
but if you're making a feel out of me--

Back to the jail cell, I swear to you.

All right. I'll follow her.
But you, back to the jail, you hear?

Psst. Monsieur Hoss.

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be in jail.

Did not Lafitte keep his word
as always?

Did I not return to my cell?

You must not have stayed very long.

What are you doing
with Roy's hat and coat on?

It is a disguise.

Now I'm an accomplice
to a jailbreak.

Take head, Monsieur Hoss.

All will be straightened out
in due course.

Now, what about
Mademoiselle Molly?

That's something else.
She didn't go to no Confederate.

She went to her lawyer.
That's where she went.

So, what lawyer?

Same one you got. Walter Belts.

Oh.

She didn't get to see him.

There's a note on his door
said he won't be back till after supper.

Wait a minute. Where you going?

Lafitte is counting on his good friend
for one last small favor.

What more do you want from me,
anyhow?

My whole defense depends upon it.

Now follow me.

What's interesting
about Mr. Bette' back door?

Looks like any other door to me.

Would you mind keeping your eye
on the street

while I make my examination,
please?

Well, make it snappy. Mr. Bette
gonna be back here in a minute.

How long are you gonna have to study
that door, Mr. Lafitte?

Mr. Lafitte?

Dad burn your ornery hide.

How come you didn't tell me
you was gonna break in here?

Would you have allowed it?
I wouldn't.

You see?
Oh, my--

What do you figure
on finding in here?

Evidence that Lawyer Bette
is Mademoiselle Molly's accomplice.

If that ain't the silliest dang thing
I ever heard of.

Oh, is it?

Lawyer Bette is honest
clean through.

Oh, Monsieur Hoss, did I not feel you
into thinking that I was Jean Lafitte?

You sure did.

Then is it not possible that
Lawyer Bette could have fooled you

into thinking
that he is honest clean through?

Yeah,
but what makes you suspect him?

It could be nobody else.

He made a brief appearance
in the saloon that night after you left,

and Mademoiselle Molly could very
easily have slipped him my cutlass.

There is no other explanation.

Oh, yes, there is. There's one.

Oh, indeed? What? What? What?

That, uh, you could still be
the murderer after all.

Could I look you in the eye
if that were true?

Yup. And pick my pocket
while you was doing it.

Well, since you understand me
so well,

you must know that I could not have
murdered those two men, huh?

Thank you, Monsieur Hoss.

Now, please, one small favor,

would you continue looking
for evidence?

Hey, wait a minute.

Mr. Lafitte, how am I gonna find what I
don't even know what I'm looking for?

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait just a dang minute. What
do you think you're doing anyhow?

This safe, it was behind the picture.

You can't do that. That's burglary.

Mm-hm. Everything will be all right.

You wait and see, Monsieur Hoss.

Thousand dollar bills.

Almost exactly the same amount
Mr. Whittaker claimed

to have given your father.

Hey, wait till the sheriff sees that.

No.

It would be a mistake
to give it to the sheriff.

A man as shrewd as Mr. Bette

would no doubt
have some explanation

as to how he came by
such a huge sum.

What are we gonna do then?

Several things.

One, we can return the money
to the safe...

...and lock it up.

Two, we can put the picture back
in place on the wall

so that Mr. Bette will not know
that his secret has been discovered.

And, uh, three, three, three...

Ah.

Ahem. Can you see me here?
No.

Then, three, I will hide here.

And for you, I suggest, uh...

The closet.

We gonna hide out
till the lawyer gets back, right?

Exactly. Then we find out what
Mademoiselle Molly has to say to him.

Yeah, but what if he catches us?

Always you look on the gloomy side.

Why can not you be more cheerful?

You will not have to remain there
more than one hour at the most.

Molly, what are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Did you know that Lafitte
bound and gagged Sheriff Coffee

in his own jail and then escaped?

Good.

Good? The old buzzard's
threatening to kill me.

No, I'll ask the sheriff
to appoint a deputy to guard you.

You'll be safe.

And Lafitte's escaping will be
considered an admission of guilt.

You know, you're smart, Walter.

So smart you sometimes worry me.

You get people trusting you
and then...

And then?

And then... Like Tully.

What about Tully?

Tully played square with us
all the way through.

You paid him off with a slit throat.

Isn't a two-way split
better than a three?

And what happens to me if you decide
a one-way split is better than two?

I rode all the way
to Morgan City today

to make the arrangements
to buy a dancehall

with the money from this deal.

You're gonna run it
with me as a silent partner.

Now, does that sound
like a double-cross, hmm?

He heard every word we said.

Unbuckle the gun belt.

Drop it.

Where's Lafitte?

I don't know.

You never were a very good liar,
Hoss.

He's around here somewhere.

What makes you so sure?

Hoss isn't tricky enough
to pull something like this on his own.

Where is he?

I said I didn't know.

No place here he could hide,
except...

Come on out, Mr. Lafitte.

That unscrupulous,
deceitful, conniving old...

How long were you in that closet?

About an hour.

Your Honor,
may I address the court?

I came home from a business trip
and found a prowler in my office.

It was dark, and I shot him

before I realized
it was Hoss Cartwright.

And to this day, I have no idea
what he was doing there.

Well, Your Honor?

Killing Amos Whittaker
was bad enough.

Tully was even worse.

But Hess?

I suppose you'd rather
the law hung both of us?

Hold still.

Would you hold still?

You hurt?

No. Somewhat out of breath is all.

When one reaches the age of 70,
it is time to give up acrobatics.

And here.

Never, never put such temptation
in my path again.

Oh.

Look, here, uh, Mr. Lafitte,
you could have got away with that.

How come you didn't?

Because you believed in me.

You were my friend,
and Lafitte never abandons a friend.

Uh, at least not very often.

I don't know why he started.

Now, before you leave,
you must do us one small little favor.

Certainly.
Now, tell us who you are.

Who--
I mean, who you are really.

Who I am really?

I'm Jean Lafitte, of course.

But, Mr. Lafitte, when you were
in the jail cell you said--

Because, at that time,
it was inconvenient

for me to be Jean Lafitte.

But now, with the charges
against me being dismissed,

I am free to resume my true identity.

I see.

Well, uh, where are you
gonna go now, Mr. Lafitte?

Where will I go now?

Where the music is gay,
where the wine is good,

and where the women are beautiful.

Here we are.

Monsieur Hoss, one small last favor,
if you please.

I thank you very much.

You know, I don't think
he's ever gonna change.

No, I guess not.

Hey.

Look what the old phony gave me.
Another diamond.

Hey, no, another one?

What did you give him
in return this time?

The horse he's riding,

the second best saddle I own
and every penny I had to my name.

But, Pa, it was worth it.
The stories the old guy told.

I know.
He was telling me one the other day.

Yeah?
See, he was boarding this ship alone,

single-handedly, he had his sword--
Hey, Hoss, this is a real diamond.

Yeah. 50 he ju--

Hey, you don't suppose
that really is...?

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