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Would you mind giving me a hand?

Huh?

Thank you.
Not at all, little brother, not at all.

Saw away.

Oh, I thought I said "a hand."

You know, Joe,

If you'd put a little hog lard
on that blade,

it'd sure make things easier.

Really? Remind me
to render you down sometime.

You know, sure enough, Joe,

if you put a little more
offset on that blade,

it would make things easier,
sure enough.

Would you cut that out!

Hey!

You almost hit me.

Hey, I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins.

Howdy there, Abe.
Howdy, Hoss. Joe.

Your brother, Adam, around?

He's in the house,
be out in a minute.

What brings you
all the way out here, Abe?

This is a far piece from home.

I know it, but I got some business
with your brother.

Oh, yeah? What kind?

Now, look here, sonny,
my business is with your brother.

Would you just go fetch him, please?

Yes, sir.

How's Adam feeling, Hess?

Why, fine, I reckon, Abe. You?
Oh, all right.

Adam wasn't feeling so good
last time I seen him.

When was that?

Not more than a week ago,
up to my place.

Oh, Abe.
I think you're mistaken, Abe.

I'm not.

Well, Abe. What are you doing
in this neck of the woods?

I heard you wanted to talk to me.
Yeah.

Abe says last time he saw you,
you was in pretty bad shape, Adam.

Oh, is this some attempt
at a feeble little joke?

You in on this, Abe?

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

But I'm right glad to see you
looking all right again.

How'd you like that horse
I give you?

Horse?

Yeah, the best one I had.
Valuable animal.

Now, I ain't trying to heckle you none,
Adam.

I had to come to Virginia City anyhow
and I thought I'd drop by.

Not that I don't trust you'll be
getting around to pay me but--

Abe, what are you talking about?

Well, the horse I give you

when you come to me
all beat up and broke.

Beat up and broke?

Yeah. I gave you the horse,
don't you remember?

On the promise you'd give me $50
when you got back home?

I haven't left this ranch
for the last ten days.

Ask Hoss. Right?

That's right, Abe.

Why, I don't understand.

It had to be you or some fellow
that looked just like you.

That's right.
It was a fellow that looked like me.

When I called him Adam,

he answered back
just as nice as you please.

Well, why not?
If he were beat up and broke

and you were offering a horse
to a fellow named Adam.

But I give him the horse
because I thought it was you.

Oh, it ain't fair.

Adam, Abe's right. Dab-burnit,
if he gave a horse to a jasper

that looks like you, it ain't his fault.
He was just trying to you a favor.

If__
Will you shut up?

Which way did this fellow head
when he left your place?

Well, he took the road
to Virginia City.

All right. I'll go into town,
see if I can trace this fellow down.

You'll get your money
one way or the other.

Well...

Hey, Adam,
why don't you leave this jasper be.

He's liable to marry you a wife
or something.

Hey, Abe,
how about a cup of coffee?

Yeah.
Okay.

Well, thanks a lot.
Say hello to the family.

Oh, hi, Adam.

What are you doing back so soon?

What do you mean "so soon"?

Well, from them supplies and clothes
you picked up the other day,

I figured you'd be away
a couple of weeks.

You don't say so?

What did the bill come to?
Oh, uh...

A couple of hundred, as I recall.
Oh, do you want your mail?

I think I saw something in your box
this morning.

No, a little later.
I have to go over to the bank.

Morning, Mr. Weems.
Hmm?

Oh, good morning, Adam.
How was Placerville?

Placerville?
Yes.

The place where you cashed
that draft.

Oh. How much was that?

Five hundred dollars. Heh.

You should know that, you drew it.

No, I didn't.

But I'm glad my friend who did
was so conservative.

I don't understand, Adam.

Someday I'll explain, Mr. Weems.

Oh, by the way,
don't accept any more drafts

without two Cartwright signatures.

Just as you say, Adam.

Oh, I got that mail for you.

What's the matter? Bad news?

Uh...

I don't know.

Look, do me a favor.

If anybody comes in
from the Ponderosa

to pick up the mail,

tell them I've gone to Placerville
to seek my image.

Your what?

Never mind. They'll know what I mean.

Tom.

He's not so tough.

No chance.
Throw him out.

That's enough. That's enough.

What are you doing back here,
Cartwright?

I told you to get out and stay out.

I come in here
minding my own business,

these creeps jumped me.

You arrest them, I'll proffer charges.

I'll make an arrest, all right.

You.
Now, just a minute.

Come on, let's go.

Sheriff? Sheriff.

You were real lucky last time, Ann.

Now, don't push me.

Let's go.

You just wire Sheriff Coffee
in Virginia City,

he'll prove that I'm Adam Cartwright.

I already know
you're Adam Cartwright.

The other fellow just looks like me
and he uses my name.

Yeah, I know, let's go.

Boy, I'll tell you one thing.

You or this other fellow,
you sure spin some tall tales.

Last time
you were behind these bars,

you or that twin of yours
tried to justify killing a man.

Killing a man?

In the same bar you were fighting in.

As a matter of fact,
the two men you were fighting with

is a friend of the man you killed.

As if you didn't know that.

Well, why didn't you keep my friend
in jail

or hang him if he killed a man?

If you wanna play a game,
I can't see any harm in it.

I released you
because Ann, the barmaid,

said it was in self-defense.

That the other man attacked you first,

and she was backed up
by the bartender.

All right,
then supposing I were this man--

Which I am not.

Why arrest me again?

For your own protection, that's why.

Those two men would have killed you.
Heh.

They might even yet.

I wouldn't want that to happen
in my town.

You know, the man you killed
was a no-good gunslinger.

But no stranger like you comes
into my town and takes a man's life,

no-good gunslinger or not.

I told you that before,

and I told you
never to come back here.

Look, why don't you just...

send a wire
to Sheriff Coffee in Virginia City.

Maybe there's a reward
for this Adam Cartwright.

Or maybe it'll prove
that you got the wrong man.

Why not.

You know, either a very clever man
or a very stupid man

would try to get away
with something like this.

Or a very honest man.

What happened?
Why did you come back?

I'm sorry, you, uh...

You've got me confused
with somebody else.

Don't play games with me.

The sheriff will be back any minute,
Tom.

Tom?

I thought we were friends.

But if you don't need me anymore,
well...

No, wait.

I'm not playing games with you.

My name is Cartwright.
Adam Cartwright.

I know.

And Tom Burns.

Whoever Tom Burns is...

...he's just a man who looks like me.

Apparently enough so to be my twin.

Come over here.

Please.

Now, look at me.

Really look at me.

You look...

...you look different.

Tell that to the sheriff, will you? Hm?

Are you after him too?

Who?

Tom Burns.

Well, if he's the man
who's been using my name

and my bank account, yeah.

Go ahead, tell him.

Tell me what?

Nothing.

Did you send the wire
to Virginia City?

I sent the wire.

Sheriff, you ever hear of a man
named Tom Burns?

Tom Burns?

That's right.

I think he may be the one
that's been using my name.

Is that a fact now?

No, but it's a possibility.
Do you know him?

Well, let's just say I know of him.

Same as I know of a man
calls himself Cartwright.

Tell me something, Cartwright.

If you had a choice,
which would you rather be?

Tom Burns or Adam Cartwright?

I've told you...

I know what you told me.

But let's look at it from my angle.

This Cartwright, to me, is a man
that's killed another man.

In addition to this,
and according to yourself,

he's also a horse rustler, a thief,
in a sense, he's a bank robber.

Pretty unsavory character,
wouldn't you say?

Put that way, yeah.

It's the only way I can put it

because that's all I know
about any Cartwright.

You take this Tom Burns here,

he's got more angles
any Cartwright ever dreamed of.

According to this this report,
he's a convict.

An ex-convict, that is.

He was sent to prison
for embezzling from his own bank.

And two days before his release,
he up and kills his cellmate.

He really murdered him.

Because there wasn't anybody around
like Arm to justify it for him.

How do you like that background?

Pretty unsavory.

I guess I better wire the prison
just in case I got Tom Burns right here.

You make up your mind
who you wanna be?

I guess I'll stick
to being Adam Cartwright.

I don't blame you. I would too.

Seems to be the less
of the two evils.

But either way,
you're in a lot of trouble, Cartwright.

Yes, sir, you two really look alike.

Well, I'm grateful
that you were fair enough

to wire Sheriff Coffee.

Getting kind of late,
I think I'll put up at the hotel

and get an early start
in the morning.

Oh, Cartwright.

When you get back to Virginia City,
will you give my regards to that sheriff?

Smart of him to get me to ask you
where your Chinese cook was born.

To prove that you're the real
Adam Cartwright.

Well, I'll give your regards to Roy.

You still going after
that Burns fellow?

You know, he's pretty dangerous.

He's already killed two men
in two weeks.

He's probably
still using my name too.

Well, thanks again, sheriff.

Good luck.

Come in.

May I talk to you?

Yeah. Sit down.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

The sheriff came by the saloon

and he tells me that you really are
Adam Cartwright.

You knew that.

Not really.

Well, you know it now.

How long you known
this Tom Burns?

Since the other night
when he rode into town.

That was just a few days ago.

You can't possibly get to know a man
that well in such a short time.

Oh, yes, you can.

When he talks to you constantly
for two days,

you can get to know him real well.

I don't know why he told me
so many things.

Unless it was because he'd just gotten
out of prison

and I was willing to listen.

I don't know, but he talked...

...and I believed him.

He was innocent in the first place

and should never have gone to prison,
right?

The sheriff says
you're still going to look for Tom. Why?

Well, because he stole in my name,
he killed in my name and...

who knows what else.

But he meant no harm.

He had to do those things.

People who hated him
forced him to do those things.

He's a good man.

A good man.

A convict, a thief, a killer.

He's not. He's not!

He--

His partner framed him.

He even paid his cellmate to kill him

when he was going
to get out of prison.

And...

You don't believe me.

Well, I believe that you believe it.

But no, I don't.

So you're going
to persecute him too,

just like all the others.

Well, I'm gonna try to stop him
from using my name, yeah.

I could tell you where to find him.

Will you?

He's going to meet his wife
at a certain place.

Oh, he's married?
Mm-hm.

You married?

No.

If I tell you, will you help him?

Well, if I find him,
it won't be to help him.

You're so much like Tom,
I thought perhaps you'd understand.

Remember, I only look like him.

Good night.

Good night.

I hope you're a good cook,
I'm hungry.

You're also very foolish.

Dangerous country for a girl
to go riding around alone.

Well, I'm not alone now.

What do you want this time?

I've decided to tell you
where you can find Tom Burns.

On one condition.

I told you I couldn't help him.

Oh, it isn't that condition.

It's just that I wanna come with you,

and you said yourself
this is very dangerous country

for a woman alone.

What are running around
after him for? Why help him?

You know he's married
to another woman.

I know, it's silly, I guess,
especially for somebody

that's been around
as long as I have, but...

I don't know how to explain it.

Well, nobody has talked to me
that way for a long time,

and I haven't been able to talk
to a man that way for a long time.

Not since I was very, very young.

And I don't care that he's married
and that nothing can happen for us.

But I still believe in him
and I wanna help him.

And I want to find out
if his wife believed in him

and if she helped him.

Well, we'll talk about it while we eat.

Grab yourself a plate over there.

And he said that his partner,
this Jason Everts,

kept in touch with him,
the same way his wife did, by letter.

All during the five years
he was in prison.

And then two days
before he was to get out,

another prisoner tried to kill him.

But Burns killed him instead, huh?

Yes, but in self-defense.

And the man confessed
just before he died

that he had been hired to do it.

Confessed to whom?

Well, to Tom, of course.
He was the only one there.

And then Tom escaped right after that
because, well, he had no proof

that the other man
had attacked him first.

He knew he'd never get out of jail.

And so Torn jumped to the conclusion
that his partner, Jason Everts,

had hired this man to kill him, huh?

He didn't jump to anything.
He had proof.

What proof?

Well, when he got a horse
and new clothes,

using your name,

he went to F'Iacerville
and he wired his partner for help.

The help came in the form
of the hired gunman at the saloon.

And Tom killed him.

In self-defense.

Excuse me, I don't me to be rude,

but, you know,
you sure have a way of jumping--

Coming to a lot of conclusions
with very little evidence.

Well, by now,
Tom may have the final proof.

Or as you call it the final conclusion.

That's why I wanna go along with you
because I wanna find out.

Well, where is he?

Well, when the sheriff let him out of jail
at Placerville,

he hid from the friends
of the dead gunman

in my room.

He had me send a wire to his wife,
Valerie,

asking her to meet him

at an old house
outside of his hometown,

a place called Lubock.

Well, what was he planning?

He just hoped
that with his wife's help,

he could prove
that Jason Evens had framed him

and was trying to kill him.

This Burns fellow sure depends a lot
on help from women.

Well, is anything wrong with that?

No.

Tell you what, though,
I'll sleep on what you've told me and...

I'll make up my mind
in the morning.

It may not be very comfortable,
but you'll be warm.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Ah. I thought the smell of coffee
would get you up.

If it didn't,
I was counting on the bacon.

Hope you like your bacon crisp.

Lady, I love my bacon crisp.

Oh.

Very good.

Here's some coffee.

Tell me, you doing all this cooking
to prove that you're a better cook

or are you trying to influence
my decision about taking you with me?

Neither. I know I'm a better cook.

I also know that you're a man
who cannot be bribed.

Even by good food.

I cooked breakfast
merely because I was awake first

and because I'm a woman.

Yes, that you are.

And that's why I've decided
to take you with me.

Because I'm a good cook
or because I'm a woman?

No, because I think
you're an honest woman

and I'm beginning to believe
in your concern for Tom Burns,

even though I don't believe in him.

Thank you.

Is this it?

I guess so.

It's the only one we've come across
in this area, so it must be.

It doesn't look exactly
the way he described it, but--

Well, what he remembered
was five years ago.

Well, let's see if there's any signs
he was here.

It's a cinch nobody's been here
for a while.

Oh, yes, there has.

What do you mean?

Smell the air.

Smells just stale to me.

Another woman's been here.
I can smell her perfume.

How can you tell?
I can't tell if you're wearing perfume.

That's because I'm not.

But she was.
Tom's wife, she's been here.

Well, she's not here now.
Neither she her Tom.

But she was here,

and I have a feeling
something's wrong.

Like the feeling about Tom
being innocent?

Yes, I--
Look, please, not again.

We haven't eaten since this morning,
so you fix up something to eat

and I'll look outside for signs,
see if anybody's been coming or going.

Well, all right,
but I just know something's wrong.

It's getting burnt. Where--?

Where have you been?

The food is overdone.
It's practically burnt up.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have yelled at you
like that.

I guess I'm just over-tired
and nervous.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, you were right.

There were two people here.

Only one went away.

One?

You know, this Tom Burns,
the fellow who looks like me,

last time you saw him,
was he wearing a light tan jacket?

Yes. You found him?
Yeah.

I found him, he's dead.

I found him in a grave up there
in a cave.

No.
With a nice fresh bullet hole

in the back of his new jacket.

No, no, no, it can't be. It can't be.

I'm afraid there's very little doubt.

Then she killed him.

His wife, she murdered him!

Well, now that's a pretty strong
statement

based on the smelling
of some perfume.

It's not just that.
Don't you see? It had to be her.

I sent her that wire myself.

All the time he thought it was
his partner who was betraying him.

It was his wife.

He walked into this trap
like an innocent lamb

and she shot him
because the other two tries failed.

Don't you see?

Well, that's a pretty theory
and it's probably right.

But the whole thing
is over and done.

What do you mean?

Tom Burns is dead.

The search is over,
at least my pan of it anyway.

Just like that.

Why not?

Sure, why not?
The imposter is dead.

The man who used the name
of Adam Cartwright

to buy a few extra days of life
is dead.

The search is ended

and so now Adam Cartwright
can go back

to his own untroubled, unruffled,
unbetrayed life.

Oh, come on now, Ann.

All I'm trying to say is that you became
emotionally involved with this man,

and you thought
you were in love with him

even when you found out
he was married to somebody else.

And to me, he's just a man
who stole my name

and now he's dead.

Murdered, you mean.

Betrayed.

Look, Adam,
you didn't have to become involved.

Not really, you know.

You could have sent wires
and left if to the law officers.

I could have shrugged him off too,
but we didn't.

And now it's become
a kind of a responsibility.

See?

You know, for a woman,
you sure do talk a lot.

Oh, Tom.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I used his name, I don't know why.

Well, it's because,
despite all the philosophy,

you're still in love with him
and that's what's driving you.

I'm sorry.

Drop the gun belt.

Excuse me, Ann.

You know, Cartwright,
this is gonna be a double pleasure.

First, we get the payoff
that Mike missed,

then we pay you off for killing him.

Stop yapping and get it over with.

He's only good to us dead.

What's the hurry?

Ah! Unh!

All right, get out, both of you.

Come on.

Thanks. That's about the closest
I've ever been.

You needed help.

Like Tom needed help.

I'll just get some food.

I can't have guys like that
jumping out of the woodwork at me

thinking I'm Tom Burns.

I'm gonna have to settle it.

You're right.

A man deserves a conclusion
to his life.

If he can't do it
and another man can, then...

it's like you said,
it's a kind of a responsibility.

Thank you, Adam.

Well?

Hello.

What do you think of it?

What?

My new dress, silly.

It was a wonderful bargain.

Very pretty.

What about this Everts fellow?

Oh, he's at the bank, all right.
I saw him.

I got your clothes.

You sure this is like the one
Burns was wearing?

It's as close as I could get.

Okay, I'll see you at the bank
in ten minutes.

You, uh...

You don't really like my dress,
do you?

I said it was very pretty.

You know, you're the only man
I have ever allowed to buy me a dress.

Well, you didn't have
very much choice, did you?

And bring me the O'Brien file.
Yes, Mr. Jason.

Mr. Jason,
I'll need your signature on these.

Mr. Jason?

What?

What are you doing here?
I've got to see you, Valerie.

It's of the utmost impedance.

You feel.

After all our talk and you come here
in the middle of the day--

Something upsetting just happen--
Upsetting.

Lately, every little thing
makes you hysterical, like a woman.

Tom Burns is still alive.

That's ridiculous.
Really, Jason, you're going to pieces.

Now, will you get out of here--?
He's alive I tell you, and in town.

I saw him.

That's impossible.
No.

He came to the bank to look at me.
I saw him.

And you spoke with him?

No. He disappeared before I--
Of course, because he wasn't there.

He's dead, Jason.

Dead.
Yeah.

The way he was supposed to be dead
at that prison.

The way he was dead at Placerville.

Those were blunders, mistakes.

But this time it's true.

I'm positive, Jason.
I told you what happened.

Nevertheless, I saw him.

We're going out to that shack and I'm
gonna prove to you once and for all--

No. No, no, I-- Valerie, I--
Shut up and listen to me.

We're going out there tonight.
I'll pick you up just after dark.

We'll have to take a chance
that nobody will see us together.

If only we'd gone away
when we had the chance.

Oh, Jason,
don't bring up ancient history.

It's been over between us for years.

Only with you.
Nevertheless, it's over.

It's become a partnership, Jason.

Just a financial partnership.

But now we can get married.

Really?

When you say you've just seen Tom
with your own eyes?

You see? That proves it, I was right.

It proves nothing.

It was just a conversation
they can deny.

Well, obviously
they were in this thing together.

Look, whatever emotional involvement
they might have had together is over.

And there's nothing we can do to prove
that it ever existed,

and Valerie's gonna keep it
that way.

What about the money?

Well, as Tom's wife or widow,
she has a perfectly legal right

to share in any of the bank's profits.

Well, so you go out and get the sheriff
and you show him the grave

and you prove
that Tom was murdered.

And that's all you'll prove,
not who did it.

What's the matter with you?
You sound like you're on their side.

I am just trying to point out the fact
that we don't have a leg to stand on

when it comes to actually proving

whether or not they're guilty
of anything.

When I believed in Tom's innocence
I didn't have anything to go on either.

Faith does not always move
mountains.

Adam, I think that--

I think if you believe something
hard enough,

you can help make it come true.

And I think that if you believe
something hard enough,

you can make it come untrue.

What do you mean?

I'll have to show you.

All right, let's go.

Now, we'll have to wait till after dark.

It won't be dark for two hours yet.

Well, we'll just have to wait.

Come on.

Now we'll settle this for good.

This isn't really necessary, Valerie.

Oh, yes, it is.

We're gonna lay this ghost
of your imagination right here,

before you repeat your hysterical story
to someone else.

Now dig.

Please, Valerie.

I said dig.

It's Tom.

I knew it.

I knew he wasn't dead.

Shut up, you feel.

I told you he was still alive.

It was all her idea, Tom.

The money from the bank,
bribing your cellmate, everything.

Stop talking.

It's a trick, Jason.

I'm sorry, Tom.

It was Valerie who shot you.

Her, not me. It was always--

Don't do it.

We heard everything, and we saw it.

Poor Tom.

All these years...

believing in you.

You still here?

I thought when you left my office,
you'd be on your way home.

Yeah, well, I planned to,

but I wanted to have a farewell drink
with a certain lady.

And it looks to me
like she's exercising

that feminine prerogative of being late,
very late.

Looks like it's worth it, though.

Bartender, the lady needs a drink.

Well, new dresses don't seem able
to influence you at all.

It's very pretty.

If I recall, that's the same thing
you said last time.

Tom would have...

To Tom.
To Tom.

And to you.

I'm sorry Tom couldn't know
what you did for him.

I just believed in him, that's all.

Someday you'll find another man
to believe in.

Sure.

Goodbye, Ann.

Bye, Adam. Thanks.

Adam.

Adam.

I'll never forget you.

Either of you.

Thank you.

Good bye.

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