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Any strangers ride into town tonight?

Hey, Maverick, how much do you weigh?

Ninety-eight pounds.

Give me 10 there.

- Ten dollars says he won't. - And $10 says he will.

Oh, you're making a bad bet, Stan.

If he never said where he hid that 40,000 all through the trial...

why should he up and say it now?

Because no man's gonna meet his maker with a thing like that on his conscience.

That's why.

Providing, of course, he's got a conscience.

Mr. Maverick?

Yeah?

Looks like you've got important company coming.

The mayor and the whole honking town council's heading this way.

See anything that looks like a pardon?

You've got a good sense of humor.

Yeah. It'll be the death of me yet.

- Howdy, mayor. - Howdy, sheriff.

Howdy, gents.

Howdy, Mr. Maverick.

Howdy.

Well, sir... Mr. Maverick, that is...

me and the citizen's committee don't wanna take up too much of your time.

Because you ain't got too much to take up.

Don't tell me.

You've come here to appeal to my better nature.

Let me clear my conscience by telling you where the money is hid, right?

That's right.

Mr. Mayor, doesn't it stand to reason that if I could tell you where the money was...

I would have done it where it might have saved my neck?

You might have figured it'd do you more harm than good right about then.

Now, see, Mr. Maverick...

we figure there's a little good in the worst of us.

If you was to really understand how that money you took from Wells Fargo...

was put in there by innocent people, widows and orphans even...

well, sir, we figure you'd feel better going to your reward...

if you was to know them poor unfortunates...

- was gonna get their money back. - That's true.

And I do feel better knowing that, Mr. Mayor.

Well, then you have decided to tell.

I couldn't do that.

But you don't have to worry too much about those poor unfortunates.

You see Wells Fargo takes the responsibility...

for any money they handle.

And they will pay back the widows and orphans.

Well, how about all the trouble that's gonna cause the company?

But I reckon you don't give a hang for that.

Mr. Mayor, if anybody ever gave a hang for the trouble they've caused, it's me.

But I still can't tell you where the money is because I still didn't steal it.

Them's your last words, sir?

Pretty close to it, I guess.

It's no use, boys. He's just incorrigible.

- Good night, Mr. Lloyd. - Good night, Chick.

Good night, mayor.

- Hey, don't forget, 9 a.m. in the morning. - Oh, we'll all be looking forward to it.

Mr. Maverick, I wish you had have been more cooperative.

It gives the town kind of a funny feeling hanging a man that's so unfriendly.

You mean this is the first time you've strung up the wrong man?

Oh, no. I mean, yes.

What I mean is, this is the first time we've strung up any man, legal.

Oh, we had our share of lynchings, yeah...

but we're doing this right with a fair trial and a legal execution...

modern equipment, progress.

And so what happens?

You come along and throw a damper on the whole thing by holding out on the money.

I'm sure sorry to be a wet blanket...

but that's the trouble with innocent men. They're just no fun at a hanging.

- Innocent. - Yeah.

Well, be that as it may, you've got a breakfast coming at 7 a.m.

The town council says you can have just anything you want. To eat, that is.

I couldn't eat breakfast at 7 a.m. on any morning...

let alone tomorrow.

Why, sheriff, you've outdone yourself.

Yeah, I guess maybe I did.

But I've been trying to put myself in your place.

I wish you were, sheriff.

What I mean is, I can understand how a man could be tempted by all that money...

and how he could be weak enough to steal for it...

scared enough to kill for it, and careless enough to get caught at it.

Now, that's all human.

- It is? - Yeah, it is.

But how a man could know where all that money is at...

and just leave it there to rot to where it won't do nobody no good...

now, that ain't human.

- It isn't? - No.

And you know what I think?

I think that's the worst crime than anything else you've did.

- You do? - Yeah.

Now, Maverick...

I'm probably the last living person that you're ever gonna get a chance to talk to.

So why don't you just tell me what you've done with the money?

- Now, what would be the harm? - Well, what would be the good?

Well, it would do me a lot of good, turning up that 40,000.

Oh, it ain't the $5000 reward that I'm thinking of. Far from it.

It's just that... Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll sign a paper with you saying that that reward money...

will go to just anybody that you wanna name.

Kind of a legacy, like. Now, how would you like that?

- Would I get a copy of that paper? - Sure you would.

- To keep the rest of my life? - Yeah, you could keep it for...

Maverick, you act like you don't trust me.

Oh, nothing of the kind, sheriff.

Uh, this brother of yours, the one that you said...

could prove that you wasn't here in Hallelujah that night.

Now, he could certainly use the 5000, couldn't he?

Why don't you think about him?

Well, I have been thinking about him, sheriff.

I've been thinking about how we tossed coins...

to see who'd go east and who'd go west...

and thinking about he would be here instead of me if that coin come up tails.

With luck like that, he doesn't need my money, sheriff.

And you do know where the money's at.

Well, I guess it's kind of foolish to keep saying I don't.

- I may as well own up. - Yeah.

After all, three men saw me take it.

Yeah.

But no one saw me hide it.

No.

That's my little secret.

Yeah.

And I'm keeping it.

Maverick, that is the orneriest honking attitude that I ever heard of.

Well, I guess I got kind of a mean streak, sheriff.

But I hid that money good. And if I can't have it, nobody can.

Oh, Maverick, you just ought to be ashamed.

- Forty thousand dollars. - Yeah.

Can you imagine what a man could do with all that money?

Yeah.

And the best part of it is, it's all in small bills...

just like they said at the trial.

Fives, 10s and 20s. So easy to spend.

Yeah.

That's my last little joke on the world, sheriff.

Because when they hang me...

somebody is sure gonna be out $40,000.

Well, I guess that's about all the breakfast I want, sheriff.

You got a good cigar to top it off?

- About that 40,000. - Yeah, sheriff?

How would you like to tell me where that money's at...

if I could fix it so as you wouldn't have to hang?

Well, I don't see how you could that, sheriff.

There's not more than an hour or so to go and I'm not apt to get a new trial.

Nobody ever said I was gonna get off easy if I talked.

That ain't what I mean.

Take a look at them gallows out there in that courtyard.

No, thanks. I've seen it.

Then you've seen how we got that tarp draped...

- all around the bottom of the platform? - Yeah, that's very pretty.

That was put there because ladies of the town thought...

it would make a neater hanging...

if nobody was to see the body a-dangling once it dropped through the trap.

It?

Yeah. You.

Now, once I spring that trap, you drop out of sight, don't you?

Yeah.

Supposing you was to hit something soft...

underneath there.

Something that would break your fall before you break your neck.

Yeah.

Now, the coroner's the only one that's authorized to go in underneath there.

And he'd just cut you loose from that rope and comes out and pronounces you're dead.

- But I'm not. - No.

Then him and me, we'd dump you into a box...

- and cart you out of town and bury you. - Alive?

Oh, of course not. We bury the box, but you ain't in it.

How do you like it?

I like it.

Forty thousand dollars' worth?

- Less 5000. - What do you mean...?

Well, I need money to get across the border.

That still leaves 35,000 for you and the coroner.

Thirty-five thousand dollars.

But there's one thing wrong with it.

What's that?

The coroner. He ain't in on it.

But I think he'll go along all right. You see, he owes me a favor.

I got him his job.

He'd go along for me and the money.

Fine, fine. But what if he won't go along?

Oh, he'll go along.

No, sir, I won't go along.

But, Ollie, there's $35,000 in it.

- It's a lot of money. - It's more than that.

But it isn't worth it.

Chick, you and me, we got a stake in this town.

What's more, we live in it.

Supposing someone was to find out?

How would anybody find out?

Supposing someone was to peek under the top, see what we were up to?

There's only the invited witnesses and they won't be here for half an hour yet.

Just tell them Maverick's dead and I'll clear the courtyard.

You'll clear the court...

It's too risky.

We've only 40 minutes.

We would have had to put something soft under there for him to land on.

- There just isn't time. - There's a shack out in the courtyard...

where I keep extra mattresses and blankets for the jail here.

You could be putting them under the trap...

Me?

Why, of course you. You've got every right to be fooling around with them gallows.

Testing the rope and making sure the trap will work and all.

No, sir. I am not going to do it.

Ollie, $35,000.

Thousand dollars.

It's a lot of money.

And I say it's worth the risk.

And I say it's not.

- Ollie, you listen to... - No...

- Good morning, gentlemen. - Good morning, mayor.

Gentlemen, I was just telling Ollie here...

You're early, ain't you? The hanging ain't for a half hour yet.

Well, we thought we'd pay our last respects to Mr. Maverick here...

share his last few moments with him.

Then if he felt like he wanted to tell us something...

before he has to leave us...

You're wasting your time. I'm not talking.

Well, son, we've got it to waste.

If you don't wanna do any talking, we don't have to talk.

We'll all just sit here...

and listen to that old clock on the wall a-tick, tick, ticking.

- I better go get the wagon, Chick. - Uh-huh.

Did you make a deal with the coroner?

I don't know. Maybe you better tell me now.

Where's the money?

Looks like I'm taking it with me, sheriff.

Says he's got nothing to say.

I guess that's it.

What'd I tell you? He never said a word.

Pretty mean trick. All that money gone to waste.

You gotta give him credit, though. He took it real nice.

I've never seen a neater hanging.

Hey, here he comes now.

Come on, boys. Let's give him a sendoff. - Sure. Let's go.

Whoa, hold on there. What's going on?

Where do you think you're going?

We thought we'd tag along to the graveyard, Chick.

Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Huh? How's that?

Why, this fella we've got in the box here is nothing but a lowdown thief and killer.

A no-good, unrepentant sinner right up until the very end.

Sheriff's right, boys.

Now, me and Mr. Poole here, we gotta go alone because that's our job.

But this man here, he don't deserve no last rites, no ceremony, no, sir.

The sheriff's making sense, boys.

Seems to me the town of Hallelujah can show its respect for law and order...

by staying away from this man's funeral.

Setting an example for other towns too.

You tell them, mayor. And as far as I'm concerned...

anybody that shows his face out there at that graveyard...

ain't a durn sight better than he was.

Ah, Chick.

- I suspect he's right, though. - Yeah. I didn't wanna go anyhow.

That's the spirit, boys.

Come on, Ollie, and let's get this over with.

Yes. Hep.

- No tricks, Maverick. - No tricks, sheriff.

Say, you said some pretty unkind things about me back there.

A man likes to feel like he's better thought of after he's gone.

I know one thing. I'll feel better after you're gone.

We got no time to waste. Them diggers is waiting.

So come on, give us a hand.

Help us with that log. It's just about your size. Come on.

It won't weigh the same.

Oh, hush. You can act like you're helping them carry the box, can't you?

If they notice difference in the weight,

they'll think you're making up the difference.

- Now come on. - Yeah, I'm making it... Yes, yes.

Right up there. Yeah.

Oh, come on.

There we go.

Put them blankets in there.

There now, that's nice and snug.

Nail her down now, Ollie.

You stand over there.

What...? What you gonna do with him?

I'm gonna keep him here till after you bury that box...

and come back at night with an extra horse.

Then he's gonna take us to the money.

And if anybody asks where I am...

you tell them that I rode over to the county seat to file a report.

- I still say it's too risky. - Will you get going?

Yes.

Now, you just stand over there and keep a-looking at this gun.

Ah, sheriff, I gotta hand it to you. That was one mighty smart stunt.

Smart? You mean slipping you out of town like that?

Oh, well, that too. But getting rid of the coroner, that was even better.

Now there's just you and me and no need to split your share with him.

Well, how do you figure that?

Well, isn't that what you had in mind? Let me escape?

- Escape? - Well, yeah, after you get the money.

No need for you to wait here for him to get back with the horses.

You get your money and I'm on my way to the border before nightfall.

You tell him I got away and he can't tell different...

and you got $35,000 all to yourself.

Sheriff, that was real smart of you.

Yeah. But there's just one thing that I ain't got figured.

What's that?

How both you and me is gonna get that money with only the one horse.

Riding double. It's not far. I buried it the first chance I got.

I figure it's less than 5 miles due north of here.

I don't think I like that riding double.

Don't that kind of put me to a disadvantage?

Well, no, sir.

I'll sit in the saddle and you get up behind.

Oh, no.

No, you sit in the saddle and I'll get up behind.

Anything you say, sheriff. I'll just get up first...

No. I'll get up first and you just stand over there by that rock...

with your back to me remembering that this gun is on you just every second.

- Now go on. - All right, sheriff. After you.

All right, now you can come here and climb aboard.

Put your left foot in that stirrup...

swing your right leg over this saddle horn here.

- And don't kick me with it. No tricks. - Kick you?

Because if you do, I'm gonna blow your head off.

What would I wanna kick you for, sheriff?

You're the man who got my neck out of a noose. Believe me, I'm only too happy.

There. That looks real nice.

It sure does.

And let's hope that that's the last of him.

Chick, what are you doing here?

Oh, I just stopped by to make sure there was no slip-ups.

All right, boys, go on home now. Go on.

What happened? Where's Maverick?

- He got away, Ollie. - Oh, my stars.

I'll swear he's quicker than a cat and slipperier than a snake.

I just took my eyes off of him long enough to blink and he jumped me.

He stole my horse.

He got away, Ollie. He's gone. He's gone for good.

We're ruined. We're ruined, Chick. What did I tell you? We're finished.

Oh, no such of a thing.

Now what's going to happen?

What if somebody sees him running around alive?

But they won't. He's got too much sense for that.

He knows that if he gets himself spotted anywhere, he's still gotta hang.

So he don't dare show his face nowhere.

He's just gonna get that money and duck across that border...

quicker than you can say "scat."

Why did I ever let you talk me into this, Chick?

Oh, snap out of it, Ollie.

He got away, yes, but nobody is none the wiser.

He ain't gonna tell nobody what we done and we certainly ain't gonna tell.

So all we're out is the $35,000.

- It's a lot of money. - Yeah.

- Sheriff, come out here quick. - What is it, Ollie?

Something you've got to see. Hurry.

You're turn, Henry. I'll be right back.

She says she's Maverick's widow. - His what?

You heard me. Now what's gonna happen?

Ollie, take it easy. What can she do?

What can she do?

She can claim his body, that's what she can do.

Oh, yeah.

Howdy, ma'am. I'm the sheriff.

I am the coroner.

Did we understand somebody just say that you was Mr. Maverick's widow?

Why, yes.

I hope I won't be unwelcome here, sheriff, because of that.

Mercy sakes, no.

And what is it that you want in our town?

Well, the first thing I want is to visit my husband's grave.

And the second thing?

Mrs. Maverick, I am the mayor.

And speaking for all the people, I hope you understand how we...

Well, all we done is what we had to do.

Of course I understand.

He didn't say nothing about having no wife.

No, no.

He didn't. He was probably trying to protect my name.

He wasn't all bad, you know.

Yes, ma'am.

There's a little good in the worst of us.

And now if you'll just show me where he is.

I'll take you there myself, ma'am.

It's a nice shady spot, peaceful and serene.

A man couldn't want a better resting place.

I remember him saying, "I've come to the end of my trail.

My wandering days is over.

Just lay me to rest here in Hallelujah and don't never move me."

Yes, yes.

How very like him.

Right this way, ma'am.

Is there anything we can do for you, Mrs. Maverick?

After all, we feel kind of responsible.

No. No, thank you, mayor.

Forgive me.

I know I shouldn't shed any tears over him.

There, there, now, ma'am, we understand...

but try to look at it like this.

He ain't really gone, he's just away.

- What's he mean by that? - Shh. It's just a way of speaking.

Still, I wish there was something we could do for you...

the innocent victim of his transgressions.

By gum, come to think of it, there is.

- There is? - Yes. When your husband was caught...

he had a thousand dollar bill pinned inside of his coat.

It wasn't no part of that Wells Fargo money neither. It was his.

So I guess that makes it yours now.

Thank you, mayor. You're very kind.

But I couldn't accept it.

You see...

every penny my husband ever owned was stolen money.

Every penny?

I'm afraid so.

Well, we had no idea.

And since I never took a cent of that money while he lived...

I certainly couldn't take it now.

Yes, ma'am, we understand.

The council was thinking of using that money to build a better jail.

It could be kind of a monument to your husband, ma'am.

I think I like that, mayor.

Yes.

I think Cliff would have liked it too.

Cliff? Excuse me, ma'am. Who's he?

Oh, I sort of let that slip, didn't I?

But you've all been so kind, so generous. Well, I think you ought to know the truth.

It certainly can't hurt my husband now.

He was a bad man and he used many names.

Bret Maverick was just one of them.

His real name was Cliff Sharp.

- Cliff Sharp? - The man who's got a price on his head...

- all over Texas, New Mexico, Arizona...? - Yes, sheriff.

The same man that's buried there under the name of Bret Maverick.

Well, what do you know. Did you hear that?

Why, having him buried here will put this town on the map.

But he's not buried here. Now what's going to happen?

- Sheriff, come out quick. - What is it this time, Ollie?

Hurry up, there's something you gotta see.

I'll be right back, Stanley. Your turn.

No. He wouldn't dare.

You see, you see? Now what's going to happen?

It's him, I tell you. It's him.

It can't be. He's dead and buried.

Sure, he is.

Is there's something we can do for you, mister?

Yeah.

Is this the town that hanged my brother Bret Maverick?

Why, yeah, I reckon it is.

I just wanted a good look at the men...

who said they saw my brother do that killing.

Where are they?

I was one of them.

Me too, I guess.

So was I.

You can look me in the face and say it was him you saw?

Well, now I ain't so sure.

- Maybe you think it was me, huh? - Well, it might have been.

You look just like him.

No, I don't. I look a little like him.

Brother Bret was taller than I am.

Better looking too.

Just what are you trying to prove, mister?

That this town hung an innocent man.

These witnesses can't say whether it was him or me they saw.

So their testimony isn't worth a can of beans.

Lots of folks look like us Mavericks.

I came here to clear my brother's name so I can go on looking like I do...

without fear of being hanged.

Now, just a minute, Mr. Maverick, or whatever you call yourself.

It just so happens we know we got the right man.

You do? How?

Because his widow's come to town and told us.

My wi...? My brother's widow?

Yes. And she also told us who your brother really is.

She did?

And who is he really?

As if you didn't know, Mr. Sharp.

- Mister who? - Don't try to deny it.

You're brother's name was Cliff Sharp.

- Is that what she told you? - Yeah.

And maybe we just better hold you...

till we find out if you're wanted for something.

Now, gents, take it easy.

You can't blame a man for trying to clear his brother's name.

Even if his brother was Cliff Sharp.

Well...

By the way, I haven't seen my sister-in-law in quite a while.

- Could you tell me where I could find her? - Left town, southbound stage.

About a half hour ago.

I guess I could catch up.

I won't be bothering you folks again.

I guess you know how I felt, losing a brother that way.

Bad as he was, he was always good to me.

I always say there's a little good in the worst of us.

Hey, mister.

Don't think you're fooling me none wearing that mustache.

I know who you really are.

- Shall we turn around and tell the people? - No, no, get out of town.

Now what's going to happen?

Ho! Ho!

- Hello. - Hello.

Hiya! Giddyap!

I usually like to know the people that I travel with.

But in his case, it can wait.

My name is Richards, Brad Richards.

How do you do?

I'm going all the way to El Paso. How far are you going?

Not that far.

Your husband?

Hardly. BRET: Father?

He was there when I got on at Hallelujah. He hasn't opened his eyes.

I'm sure if he had, he sure wouldn't have closed them.

Now, see here, Mr. Richards, I'm a married woman.

I'm on my way to Santa Fe to join my husband...

and I feel no need for conversation.

Well, ma'am, you don't understand. This stage line once tried to hire me...

just to carry on conversations with people on these long dull trips.

They did?

No, ma'am, they didn't.

Do you spell your name with one T or two?

With no T's, Mr. Richards.

It's Clifford. Mrs. Molly Clifford.

How do you do?

Oh, no, separate checks, please.

- Leave it, waiter. - All right.

Molly, this is my treat.

Brad, paying my bills wasn't part of the bargain.

- But I want to. - I'm still a married woman.

- What difference does that make? - I still believe in paying my way.

All right. You willing to gamble?

Just what do you have in mind?

Cut the cards. High card pays.

Ah, heh. Oh, no.

Don't forget I've seen those card tricks of yours.

No tricks. You shuffle, you cut.

Queen.

Deuce.

You lose, Molly, you pay.

- You amaze me. You really do. - How's that?

Well, I thought surely you'd try to impress me...

by cutting the high card and paying the check.

But you didn't.

So I'm even more impressed.

Well, as my pappy always said, there's more than one way to please a lady.

May I tell you something very personal?

Sure. What is it?

Well, I've been thinking about it all day...

and you're just not the type to wear a mustache.

What?

Oh, well, you see, I grew this so I wouldn't look so young.

I have a nerve, haven't I?

What right do I have to start changing you?

Every right.

As long as you don't change yourself.

Hiya! Ha!

Better not come in, Brad.

But we'll be in Santa Fe tomorrow.

I know.

It won't be any fun going the rest of the way without you.

Nor for me staying in Santa Fe.

Brad, I never dreamed four days could slip by so fast.

It doesn't have to end here, you know.

Yes, it does.

Molly...

Good night, Brad.

Brad, take me with you.

- Is that what you want? - Yes, I'm sure of it now.

- And your husband? - I don't wanna go back to him. Not now.

- Not ever? - No.

He's no good, Brad. Not for me nor for himself.

Good or bad, Molly, you owe him an explanation.

I can't face him. I'm afraid of him.

Afraid? I'll be with you.

- You will? - Yes.

I don't have to go to El Paso tomorrow. It can wait.

We'll face him together. We'll have to sooner or later.

Suddenly it's all become very serious, hasn't it?

Disappointed?

I don't know, I...

Maybe I wasn't thinking very clearly. Maybe I didn't want to.

All I know is I saw something I wanted and I didn't care what it cost.

You once told me you believed in paying your way.

All right, Brad, if that's what you want.

We'll face him together.

See anybody you know?

He won't be here to meet me if that's what you mean.

Our place is small. My husband works it by himself.

- It's miles out of town. - I'll rent a buggy.

There's still time to change your mind, Brad.

No, we've come this far, let's get it over with.

All right, whatever you say.

- Now get your hands up high. - What's wrong, Molly?

You are. You got out of character when you turned noble last night...

and insisted on seeing my husband. You're not the noble type.

- You've got me all wrong, Molly. - Not now, I haven't.

I figure you for a lawman. You caught up with that stage after I left Hallelujah.

Somehow you knew it wasn't Cliff Sharp they buried.

So all you had to do was get to close to his wife, wasn't it?

- And stay close till I took you to him. - I can explain.

Explain it to Cliff.

Now wait a minute.

How's he gonna take it when he hears you were ready to run off with me?

Who's he gonna believe?

I've brought you to him with a gun in your ribs.

Cliff? Cliff, come out here.

Cliff?

He's a lawman.

That's the man they were supposed to hang.

Molly. You've got a gun. Use it.

You're doing fine, Molly. Just stay neutral.

You didn't use that gun when it would have been easy.

I don't think you'll use it now.

Thanks.

Now we can get started back to Hallelujah.

No.

You've gotta believe me.

I never had anything to do with Cliff stealing.

The only wrong thing I ever did was to go there...

and try and make them believe it was Cliff they buried.

Even that was his idea.

He thought he saw a way to make the law stop looking for him.

It sounded that way from the story you told.

Hanging me for one of his crimes was good.

Burying me for all of them was even better.

Now we're gonna go back and dig me up.

But what will they do to me?

Well, they might go easier if we went back with the 40,000.

Look, Molly, I know it's here somewhere. I'm gonna find it.

It's inside the house.

That's better.

There's still some reward money out and I'm entitled to some of it.

I was hanged for it.

Sheriff, come on out here.

Ollie, now get ahold of yourself. What's up?

It's... Oh, come on.

Your turn, I'll be right back.

He shaved off his mustache.

Now what's going to happen?

Four thousand nine hundred and seventy...

4980...

4990, 5000 even.

And you already got your $1000 bill back so that makes us all square.

Here you are, Mr. Maverick.

And I sure hope this makes up some for all the trouble we caused you.

Well, it's gonna help, mayor. It's gonna help a lot.

Five, 10s and 20s. Just the way we like them, right, sheriff?

Uh...

- What are you gonna do about Mrs. Sharp? - Oh, she's gonna have to stand trial.

What for?

Why... Why, for telling us she was Cliff Sharp's widow.

That was a lie.

Not anymore.

Oh, yeah.

And if it hadn't been for her telling the truth...

I'd have had to stay buried for the rest of my life.

Well, I don't know what she's guilty of but I know she's guilty of something.

And she's gotta stand trial.

Well, would you see that she gets a good lawyer?

Why, sure, Mr. Maverick.

I'd like to leave you with one last thought.

If it hadn't been for those two crooks you have behind bars there...

this whole town would have been guilty of hanging an innocent man.

So remember, mayor, there's a little good in the worst of us.

Now what's going to happen?