All language subtitles for S09E08 - Lady at the Bar

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[gunshot]

Whoa. Whoa.

I hear ya.

And don't do it again.

Take what you want.

- Your name Trampas?
- Yeah, that's right.

Acton: Did you stop over
in Red Hill?

Yeah, I was there yesterday.

You got any visible
means of support?

Uh, fif-fifty four dollars US,
silver certificate.

That's alright. Put your money
back in your pocket.

Well, if this
is not a hold-up, uh,

do you mind
pointing that somewhere else?

Just as soon as you relieve hold
of your sidearm.

- You're takin' my gun?
- That's right.

Slow and easy,
let's get that gun belt off.

Mr. Wainwright over to the side

has got a bead on the back
of your head.

Uh, well,
do you mind if I ask why?

- I'll do the askin'.
- You sound like a law man.

That's right. Howard Acton,
sheriff of Red Hill.

Mr. Wainwright's my deputy.

I'm right with you,
Mr. Wainwright.

No sudden moves.
Slow and easy now.

Now, slow and easy.
[chuckles]

- Am I under arrest?
- Why, yes, I'd say so.

Any particular charge?

I'll let you know
more about that,

the sooner we match up
a couple of facts.

Come on, let's go.

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- Come along.
- Come on now, horse.

[music continues]

- You've been here before?
- Yeah, this morning.

- What time?
- Uh, 6:30.

Mm-hmm.

Would you please, uh,
place your foot

next to that boot mark there?

- The right or the left?
- The right, if you please.

Acton: Mm-hmm.

Royal, you and Ned go ahead
and remove the remains.

Use this army blanket.

Ted, you take this shovel
and dig out those exhibits

and place them out
in flat boxes.

Be careful not to break
the earth

so Judge Carver can't complain
about our methods.

If you have to go
to all this trouble,

I'll admit it,
under oath or not,

I was here with the man
that owns this place.

- Gerald Bishop?
- Yeah.

We rode out here
just before sunup.

Mm-hmm.

[intense music]

Uh...

they're carryin' a dead man?

Mm-hmm.

Gerald Bishop.

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In exactly six days,
Marshal Krug and I

intend to complete
this session of the court.

At that time, we will travel
to Governor Tindall's ranch

where we'll enjoy
our first vacation in two years.

Now, if you think you can
convict this, uh, Trampas

in six days' time,
I'll hear the case.

If not, wait for the next judge.

Your Honor, does that, uh...

does that six days include
Saturdays and Sundays?

We need rest, sheriff.

We do not intend to hold court
seven days a week.

It does not include
Saturday and Sunday.

Yes, sir.
That leaves four working days.

Wait for the next judge.

Your Honor, it ain't easy
to get a first-class judge

out here
past the territory markers.

Hate to waste your last few days
on chicken thieves.

I appreciate the compliments,
sheriff,

but you have our ruling.

Yes, sir.

Four days, uh...

We'd have to get Abel Hewitt
as prosecutor.

If anyone can hang it,
Mr. Hewitt can.

Does, uh, Trampas have, uh,
council to represent him?

Oh, no, sir.
Your Honor, he'd, uh,

need a court-appointed lawyer.

We know the fact that Red Hill
has only one lawyer.

I hereby appoint
Mr. Grover Smith.

Thank you.

Uh, with Mr. Smith defendin',

it ought to take
more than four days.

- Mr. Smith.
- Sheriff.

Huh, Mr. Smith,
we're in kind of a hurry.

We're rounding up a jury.

Judge Carver wants to sit in
one more trial before he leaves.

I thought he'd finish off
on small playing.

No, sir.
It's a case for a full jury.

- Felony?
- Yes, sir, capital crime.

- Murder?
- Yep. Gerald Bishop.

Oh, yeah. Some vagrant
killed and robbed him.

Well, I don't know about robbed,

but the prisoner needs council
to defend him,

and naturally,
Judge Carver appointed you.

Uh, it's gonna work out.

Tell the judge not to worry.

- Uh, work out, sir?
- Yeah, I gotta leave town.

- My mother's ill back in Omaha.
- Oh.

But my late partner's cousin
is arrivin' today,

from Endicott City, to handle
the practice in my absence.

Uh, that's the Finch part
of the firm.

Ah-ha. But we can go ahead
with the trial?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Finch's cousin graduated
with honors from Lincoln Law

and served
as legislative assistant

to Jennings Colin Brandt.

Mm-hmm.

Tell Judge Carver

not to worry about the defense.

No, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Sit court, 4-10-12,
District 11.

Judge Elmo J. Carver presiding.
All rise.

All rise.

His Honor Judge Elmo J. Carver.

Court will come to order.

The defendant
will approach the bench.

Defendant stands accused
of murder in the first degree.

Do you plead guilty
or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I see by the deposition
before me,

you've recalled your occupation
as ranch worker.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, sir, that's correct.

You'll refer to His Honor
as His Honor.

Yes, sir. Your Honor, sir.

Profession of ranch worker
does not render you competent

to act as legal council
on your own behalf.

In the interest of justice,
it is my duty

to appoint legal council
to defend you.

Carver: The council
I'm about to appoint

is a member in good standing
at the bar association

and fully accredited.

Do you accept the appointment
of Frances B. Finch,

Doctor of Law?

Yes, sir.
Yes, Your Honor, I accept.

Frances B. Finch,
please step forward.

Your Honor,
I am Frances B. Finch.

Ms. Finch, the court learned
of your gender only an hour ago.

However, we have made
the proper adjustments

and will extend every courtesy

consistent
with our standard of ethics.

Your Honor enjoys a reputation
for fair-mindedness.

- Do I hear any objections?
- Hm? Me?

Uh, no, no.

Yes, sir. Uh, Your Honor, I...

I never knew
there were any, um,

women, uh, lawyers.

Would you care to inspect
my credentials?

Yeah. Um, no.

But I, I think
we ought to get acquainted.

Defendant is remanded
to the sheriff's custody.

Ms. Finch, you have until Friday
to prepare your case.

Until then court is adjourned.

Well, uh, Miss, uh...

- Finch.
- Yeah.

Would you like to,
uh... uh, sit?

Well, you-- you
sit down, please, Trampas.

No, I prefer to wander around.

It, uh... helps me
get a bit of fix on your--

Yeah. Well,
I guess I need fixed.

Well, one thing
you'll have to put up with,

and that's my womanly intuition.

No matter how hard I try
to be logical and precise,

I still rely on emanations.

Enamate...
What?

No.

Influences, you know,
the, the invisible aura

that surrounds people?
Understand?

- Oh, yeah. A horse head.
- Huh.

Trampas, I can't defend you

unless you tell me everything.

Okay, what do you wanna know?

I want to know

why a competent professional
like Sheriff Acton,

a plain, simple-minded man,

thinks that you murdered
Gerald Bishop.

I guess because I was
the last man to see him alive.

- Wrong.
- Why?

I think it's because
somebody tipped him off.

And whoever it was, they didn't
want to bring charges,

but they did want you arrested.

How do you know that?

Mm-hmm.

It says here in the, uh...

in the fact sheet
prepared by the sheriff

that, uh, that,
"The body of Gerald Bishop

was found in the west gallery
of the Bishop Mine."

And here it asks us
to believe...

that the sheriff just,

well-- well, happened to be
wandering around in a mine...

found a dead man,
found some footprints

and guessed that they belong

to a, an absolute
and total stranger, you.

Trampas: Yeah, put it that way,
he's a pretty good guesser.

The way I see it
at this point,

there's, there's no use
of my interviewing you.

I believe you know less
about what happened than I do.

Then you believe I'm innocent.

As a new-born baby.

[scoffs]
Well, I'm not that innocent.

You're innocent and helpless.

And you're in danger, Trampas.

Oh, phew. I knew that
with my own intuition.

Well... we don't have time
to prepare a defense,

so... we'll prepare an attack.

Uh, just-- just this one word
before you go savin' my eye.

I'm against a woman
gettin' a vote.

Well, don't worry.

We'll protect you
in spite of yourself.

Who found the body
of Gerald Bishop?

I did.

In the west gallery
of the Bishop Mine?

That's right.
Behind the conveyor cart.

Now, why did you go there
to look?

Why not look down a well,
somewhere up a hayloft?

Because the argument took place
outside the mineshaft.

What argument?

Between Trampas
and Gerald Bishop.

Did you overhear that argument?

No, I did not.

Well?

- I didn't hear it.
- Oh, sheriff.

Don't make me pull teeth.

Who did hear the argument?

Ellie Bishop,
Gerald Bishop's daughter.

Well.

Why has it taken so long
to tell me

that it was Gerald Bishop's
daughter, Ellie,

who reported the murder?

She didn't report it.

What? She didn't bring charges?

Well, she couldn't bring charges
for argument.

And she didn't know her father
was dead until we told her.

So she reported an argument

and you came running.

A raw argument with threats
of violence that it scared her.

And when her father
didn't meet her

like he said he was going to,

it frightened her
and she came to me.

Did she describe Trampas?

Described him and told us she
heard her father speak his name.

Well, why isn't this written up
in your report?

Ms. Finch, Ellie is set to be
a witness for the prosecution.

Oh, I see.

No point in warning
the defense, huh?

Ma'am, your partner-in-law,
Mr. Smith,

is used to our methods
of procedure.

Acton: And you see, we work out
things together ahead of time

and it saves a lot
of long over-drawn wrangling.

We don't ram heads and it
cuts down on the paperwork.

I see, so the trial is just

a sort of, uh, formality.

Well, it's fair and it's fast
and it gets the job done.

In law practice
we call that a put-up job.

- Now, look here, Ms. Finch!
- Let's both look, sheriff.

For some reason
you want to railroad this

right to the gallows. Why?

Ma'am, uh, your method
of provoking people

seems to sort of
get them on the run,

but not Howard Acton.

Now, I'm trying to hurry things
along a little

because Judge Carver wants it
all wrapped up neatly

in exactly four days.

Well, he can't have it.

Well, then I suggest
you take it up with him.

Thank you. I intend to.

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[door slams]

Finch: I appreciate
your finding time

for a special consultation,
Your Honor.

And I hope you'll forgive
the liberty I've taken

in bringing over
a little of my special tea.

Very thoughtful of you,
Ms. Finch.

The, uh, the traditional recipe

calls for one aromatic,
one alterative

and one demulcent soup.

A red clover, fupina

and wild cherry.

Do you prefer an infusion
or a decoction?

Um, not too strong.

I always add just a touch
of fireweed honey in the cup.

So...

[giggles]
Well, see...

Uh, may I offer a cup
to your bailiff?

Oh, Marshal Krug,
Ms. Finch is offering you a cup

of her special herb tea.

Well, I, uh...

That's very...
very considerate of you.

Oh.

You know,
I had no idea that, uh,

a judge's chambers
could give one

such a feeling of warmth
and coziness.

It's thanks to you,
Judge Carver.

Now, how can we be of service
to you, Ms. Finch?

Well, really, Your Honor,
it's such a small matter

that, um, well, I-- I feel
reluctant to bother you with it,

but you see, I did promise
to get back to Endicott City

as soon as possible
and so I'm trying

to find ways of expediting
things, the-- the best I can--

Well, perhaps we can help you.

Oh. I really don't see how.

I'm just so unprepared
for this case

that I don't know
where to begin.

Well, uh, have you examined
your client?

Oh, yes, Your Honor, yes,

but, uh,
he-- he's not much help.

I wouldn't say he's a clod,
but, well,

he's a simple country fellow

and quite uneducated.

Well, you can't expect much
of itinerant ranch labor.

No, no.

So I was wondering,

just because I'm-- I'm
having some real trouble

in preparing this case,

if it would be possible for me
to take him out of his cell

to visit the Social Center,

that's the, uh, that's the name
of the saloon here,

uh, to observe him
in his natural environment.

Why, I can't let him out
on bail.

Oh, no, no, of course not, no,

not while he's held
for a capital crime.

You know, I wasn't thinking
of bail, actually.

I was wondering,
perhaps, in custody.

But it wouldn't be safe.

A woman alone
with a suspected murderer?

Oh, oh, no, I, I wouldn't dare
be alone with him,

but I was thinking, perhaps,

with someone strong
and impartial,

um, to act as a kind
of guardian protector,

uh, you know, someone
who knows how to keep order.

Well, perhaps Sheriff Acton

would let you have his deputy.

Who, Mr. Wainwright?

Oh, yes, 'cause he's a fine man.

Ah, but I believe
he's already been requested

by Mr. Abel Hewitt to help
in preparing the prosecution.

Hm. You do need
someone impartial.

Marshal Krug, would you consent
to escorting Ms. Finch

while she prepares her defense?

Oh. Why, well, just say
the word, uh, Your Honor.

Oh, thank you, marshal.

We'll write out a court order

remanding the prisoner
in joint custody.

Finch: Thank you, Your Honor.

I believe I do have...

an extra form here. Yes.

Um, um, custody, uh,
joint custody of

Ms. Frances B. Finch

and...

Marshal...

H. Oh. Krug.

Krug.

Henry Arlington.

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Oh. Come on, come. Alright.

This is where
they took his footprints.

Oh, yes. Well...

They can prove
that you were here.

I don't deny it.

Well, do you deny that you
quarreled with Gerald Bishop?

- Nope. He cheated me.
- How?

I bet this gold mine against
all my money and my belongings,

including my horse.

- Well, you won.
- Huh, yeah, look what I won.

- Let's go on inside.
- Hup.

- Can't we go inside, marshal?
- We're going inside. Follow me.

This mine is worthless
to begin with.

Even that gave out.

- What's that?
- It's just dirt.

Rotten shaft,
and it's worthless.

Hewitt just now visited it.
It's ever been worked.

Oh, hey.
Okay, let's get outta here.

Let's stay to-- to this side.
Timber's rotten here.

- Come, come, come.
- You bet it's rotten.

The whole place is rotten.

Did you threaten Bishop?

No, I, uh,
I called him a couple of names.

- Such as?
- Well, I'd rather not say.

Oh, come on, you can tell me.
I am your lawyer.

Well, it had to do
with livestock.

Oh, well,
tell Marshal Krug then.

That's not a threat,
that's an accurate description.

When you went away, Trampas,
did you leave him here?

- No.
- No, I-- I mean, uh, there.

In the west gallery.

I never went back
to the west gallery.

Why not?

I can see just more of the same.

Well, you're sure now

you didn't leave
any footprints there?

Well, you couldn't tell anyhow.

I see the ground
is made of, uh, bedrock.

Well, I, I am not very keen
on this part,

but I, I suppose I'd better
take a look at the spot.

They found him in the back
of a conveyer cart.

Well, uh, do you know
how to use one of these things?

Here, I'll show you.
No, it's an overhand clutch.

This way. Alright.
All five fingers.

Hold it high and out from you.
No, no, mind your feathers, huh?

Alright.

- Trampas, here.
- Alright.

What?

UH, are-- are you familiar
with expensive hats?

- Well--
- No, don't clutch it.

Make your fist...
Let it, let it rest.

Now, that's right.
Now, keep it low.

- Oh, yeah.
- And watch the blooms.

- Yeah. Watch your step now.
- Mm-hmm.

The gouge you feel
up against your liver

is the killing end
of me Whitney.

Well, you mind
keeping it on safety?

Well, I mind to keep it
where it'll do the most good.

- Marshal?
- Yeah, what is it?

[coughs]
You better take this.

What's the matter?

- What is it?
- It's a bit oppressive.

Oh, I don't know about that,
but it sure is stuffy in here.

Better get you
to some fresh air.

I'll thank you
to take the lady over.

[coughing]

- There we go.
- Excuse me.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, for goodness sake.

Sorry.

There's a water...

a water pump about two miles
down the road--

No, no, thank you. Really.

- I'm alright now.
- You're sure?

- Yes, quite.
- Alright.

I don't ordinarily react
so strongly

to the, the sight of blood.

Oh, my gosh. It's, well...
That's right.

Of course, he was killed
with a pick handle.

- Wasn't he?
- Oh, yes.

Oh, here, let me help you
in the buggy.

- No, no, I'll take that.
- Wait, wait.

Before we go, just where exactly
was the place

where you had your argument?

Right-- right over there.

I see. And you didn't hear
anybody else around?

No. No, we were alone.

Oh, no, no, because somebody
overheard you argue.

Well, how could they?

Unless they were up there behind
those trees or somethin'.

Finch: Well,
we'd better inspect them.

[instrumental music]

Tired and scratched, it's
been trapped on a horse wagon,

he could have sat here,
sure enough.

- Wagon?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but I think
I would have heard it.

Well, not if they was here
before you got here.

No. Now, Bishop's daughter,
Ellie, heard you arguing.

She must've been out here
or you'd, you'd have seen her.

Yeah. Why didn't she
make herself known?

She said she was frightened.

I was frightened.

Finch: Why were you frightened,
my dear?

He threatened to kill him.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Ms. Bishop,

what exactly did Trampas say
to your father?

What were his words?

Well, his exact words were,

"You have cheated me,
you dirty dog.

I ought to beat
your brains up."

That's not what I called him.

What exactly did your father
say in reply?

My father said,

"You try it and you get yourself
stamped on, bucky boy."

Finch: What then transpired,
Ms. Bishop?

What then transpired
was cursing, shoving.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

The witness has already
testified that she was listening

and not observing
by visual contact.

You say you heard cursing.

- Yes.
- And what else did you hear?

The sounds of umph and ugh

and noises of thumping

like someone
was struggling for life.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Struggling for life
is a conclusion. Strike it.

Proceed.

What did you then do?

- Run for the sheriff.
- Huh.

Thank you, Ms. Bishop.

That will be all.

Ms. Finch, do you wish
to cross-examine?

Well...

Ms. Bishop, what were you doing

out at the mineshaft alone?

Listening.

I mean,
before you were listening.

What brought you out there?

Well, my father told me
to meet him out there.

Finch: What for?

He told me to bring him a paper.

Hm. What kind of paper?

It was sealed in an envelope.

Do you have the envelope
with you?

No. Mr. Hewitt has.

Your Honor,
may we have it in evidence?

Mr. Hewitt.

It's the deed
to the Bishop Mine.

Homestead tract 321,
staked out by General Bishop

and claimed for mineral rights.

Sealed and dated, Your Honor.

Mark it exhibit A.

Ms. Finch.

Ms. Bishop,
to the best of your knowledge,

why did your father not take the
deed with him when he left home?

Well, it wasn't at home.

- Well, where was it?
- In the bank.

Well, why didn't he stop
at the bank?

Ellie: He left too early.
The bank was still closed.

- So what time does it open?
- 9 a.m.

And is that when
you got the deed?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

The bank clerk can tell you

I was the first customer.

I see. Now, Ms. Bishop.

Did you get the deed before you
heard the argument at the mine

or after?

Before. That's why I went out,
to deliver it.

Uh-huh.

What time did you have
the argument with Bishop?

Uh, uh, just after sunup.

Did your father leave home
before sunrise?

Yes.

How long does it take
to ride out to the mine?

- Close to an hour.
- Objection!

Uh, Ms. Finch, are you trying
to establish a discrepancy

in Ms. Bishop's testimony?

Your Honor,
my client freely admits

to the argument at the mine,

but he places the time
at just after sunrise.

Carver: Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard the last
remark by defense. Proceed.

Uh, no further questions
at this time.

Your Honor... may I add one word
of explanation?

Carver: Proceed.

My father told me he was going
to eat breakfast with Trampas,

then go out to the mine.

Did you eat breakfast
with Bishop?

Uh, come to think of it, yeah.

Don't help me anymore.

That'll be all, Ms. Bishop.
You may get down.

Those footprints match the boots
of the defendant.

Acton: Yes, sir,

down to every last hobnail.

No further questions.

Sheriff Acton...

why did you go
to so much trouble

spading earth into flat boxes
and transporting it

when the defendant,
from the offset, freely admits

that he was there at the time?

Huh, ma'am, that-- that's
supportive evidence.

Evidence of what?
That he makes footprints?

[all laughing]

Well, it's proof
that he was there,

in case he changes his story.

Now, let us be clear
as to what it does prove,

that he was present outside
of the mine.

And inside, ma'am. There's
footprints aplenty inside.

In the west gallery
where the body was found?

Well, no, ma'am,
that's solid bedrock.

Then you cannot connect
these footprints with the body.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

There's a reasonable connection.

Did you confiscate
the defendant's gun?

Yes, ma'am.

Was General Bishop killed
by the defendant's gun?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

The murder weapon
has already been established.

Well, then, uh, the defendant
did not shoot General Bishop.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

The fact that the defendant
did not avail himself of his gun

does not rule out
the possibility

that the assault was committed
with the pick handle.

Oh. Well, anything's possible.

Ms. Finch,
you will refrain from comments.

Oh.

Please forgive me, Your Honor.

It's just that
there's so much to do

in such a short time.

Uh, may the record show
that this is now Friday

and court will be closed
on Saturday and Sunday.

We keep adequate records,
Ms. Finch.

Records of preparation time,
Your Honor?

This trial will receive
appropriate time

in all respects.

Then there is no time limit.

There can be no time limit
on justice.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Until Monday morning at 9 a.m.
this trial is adjourned.

All rise.

Finch: No offence, I hope,
sheriff.

[sighs]

I actually hope
you know what you're doing.

We can't let them give you
a short trial.

Who cares
how short or long it is

as long
as it comes out not guilty?

- Look.
- Look at what?

- Ellie and that young man.
- What about him?

She gave him a look. Who is he?

Oh, it's Clyde Willis.
He works in the tanner.

He's a good old boy.
Now, come on, let's go.

Wait a minute.
Trampas is in my custody.

Yeah.

Well, the sheriff said
to collect him. Now, come on.

Joint custody,
signed by Judge Carver.

Well, I have to check
with the sheriff.

Now, you stick with me.
Please, come on.

Well, now I'll expect him
back here

at this table in five minutes.

I do
what the sheriff tells me.

Uh, you get the feeling we're
getting folks a little upset?

You can't trust 'em,
not for two seconds.

You saw her box me
into a corner.

No time limit.
It's right there on the record.

Well, how long you figure
she'll drag it out?

As long as she can squeeze it.

What, you ain't gonna let her
get away with that, are you?

And she isn't gonna
let us get away on vacation.

I'm telling you, marshal,
I've dealt

with all kinds of council,
but this one's a weasel.

Well, Elmo, they should never
have lowered the requirement.

They didn't, they raised
the requirement to keep him out,

but there's no way.
They wriggle right in.

[knocking on door]

Oh, there you are, marshal.

- Are you ready?
- Ready?

Well, our prisoner's
waiting. Hm.

That was to help you prepare
your case for the...

Your Honor, my compliments
on a superb day in court.

I-- I don't know
when I've seen such dignity

in the courtroom.
It was an honor, sir.

- And a pleasure.
- Well, it's no more than usual.

Ah, that's what makes it
so exceptional.

You keep the standards up
where they belong

and even higher.

You won't mind
if I write about this

for the quarterly law journal?

Well, uh, I have no objection.

I am sorry
to borrow the marshal again,

but I see now why you allowed
Saturday and Sunday

to complete preparation.

- Complete preparation?
- Yes, sir.

Uh, I hope my request
to expedite things

hasn't caused
too much inconvenience.

Um, no, of course, not.

Well, we'll really roll up
our sleeves and pitch in.

Won't we, marshal?

Well, as they say
in the territory, uh,

"Okay, partner,
let's get rollin'." Hm?

[laughs]
Well.

It'll help extradite the trial.

[instrumental music]

No, sir. We do not release him.

That paper applied
to pre-trial preparation only.

But it was signed by the judge.

It said, "Joint custody."

That means
Ms. Finch and Marshal Krug.

I am too dangerous
to leave out alone?

Boy...

Boy, she is wrecking
her chances.

She's got Judge Carver
turning purple

and Marshal Krug...

Well, I can tell you right now.

Marshal Krug is going fishing
over this weekend

and there is no power on Earth

that's gonna tie him down
to riding shotgun on you.

Y-- you mind to tell her that,
sheriff?

I'll tell her.

Finch: Well, here we are!

Delivered in person
by Sheriff Acton.

- Now, look, Ms. Finch--
- I will take over from here.

Thought you were going fishing.

- Shall we go?
- Uh, so long, sheriff.

[instrumental music]

[chuckles]
Wake up, Trampas.

- Tea.
- Oh, tea.

Yet somehow I don't feel
on trial for my life.

Well, we've got to keep
Marshal Krug happy.

I'll be a lot happier
if I'd see some progress

towards not guilty.

Well, at least we've sown
some seeds of reasonable doubt.

Hewitt can't prove
that you ever were

in the west gallery of the mine.

It seems pretty same
since I was everywhere else.

Do you know Clyde Willis?

I'm not sure it's whether, uh,
seeing him in the courtroom,

but I-- I do get the feeling
I've seen him before.

What, here? In Red Hill?

Yeah. At the saloon, what
they call the Social Center.

That's it, he was leaning up
against the wall

when I was playing cards
at night

with Bishop and the others.
That's him.

He was, uh,
chewing on a cinnamon bar.

Well, we've got
to check him out.

Why?

That look that Ellie gave him
in the courtroom,

she's in love with him.

- In love?
- Mm-hmm.

How are we gonna
drag the marshal

away from his catfish?

Leave him to me.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat]

Marshal.

- Marshal!
- Shh. Stop talking.

Try not to call out. Ah,
that is sun-perchy nibbling.

Would it be alright if I take
Trampas to go to the tannery?

You could stay here
and go on fishing.

You don't want to mess
with the tannery.

Besides,
it's closed on Saturdays.

Oh, but we want to interrogate
Clyde Willis.

Well, sure,
Clyde don't know nothin'.

Uh, uh, look, just you go back
and make yourself comfortable

and when these sun-perchies
stop nibbling, uh,

and we'll go on, you can poke
around as much as you like.

Uh, we would like to go now.

Alright, fine. Well, maybe, uh,
maybe towards sundown.

- Now!
- But look here now.

Hush, Ms. Finch.

Well, you don't go
stomping your foot

till you lose your shoe
in the mud.

Oh, no. No.

Oh, oh. Oh, shoot!

Yes, I want to tell you
something.

Krug: You don't know,
I approve, I really do,

of-- of women working
as same as men

and I always try
and treat 'em equal,

but I'm gonna tell you
something else.

There is no man alive
who would ever cut in

on another man's fishing,
it just ain't done.

Now, look here,
just, uh, just go back up there

and, uh, keep Trampas company,
will you?

[grunts]

- Well?
- He won't budge.

- How come?
- He's acting like a man.

That's not exactly a fault.

Some people are born that way.

Well, I told him that
we have to go and interrogate

potential witnesses,

but he prefers to stay and
fiddle about with sun-perch.

Oh, well. It's your funeral.

[instrumental music]

Hm. A guy
better take a run at him.

- Well, did you get him?
- No. Uh, uh, no.

Serpent turtle down under there,
they are chasing them away.

Hm, maybe you snagged
on a branch.

I'll hold the pole for you
if you wanna go get loose.

No, I, I...

Swamp grass rubbing.

Hey, lookie there.
See that one, huh?

One just jumped
right over there.

See where
that, that dragonfly is jumping?

Oh, yeah.

The gouge you feel
next to your liver

is the killin' end
of your Whitney.

She put you up to it,
didn't she?

Never mind who put who--

Oh, yes, there's no man alive

that would cut in
on another man's fishing.

Yeah, well, our mistake
was that you knew this water.

Now, we're all gonna work
at saving my neck. Come on.

What, by holding a gun
on a marshal?

No, by interrogating
whoever we got to interrogate.

Oh, you're lucky. I like it,
Trampas. You're really lucky.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir,
I might take offence about

anyone picking my holster,
but, well,

I know
there's a female behind it

pushing you beyond your reason.

- Poor devil.
- Hm, let's get moving.

- Well, what about my pole?
- Bring it.

- Bring it?
- Bring it.

- Well, for heaven's sakes.
- There. I got it.

- Come on.
- Alright. Alright.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Getting him away
from his catfish.

- Are you raving mad?
- Not that I know of.

But you can't hold a gun
on a marshal.

- What did I tell you?
- Hey, y-- you stay out of this.

Uh, he's not about to come
without some persuasion.

If you don't give him back
his gun this minute,

I resign as you attorney.

Resign? But you started it
when you were over there.

She put you up to it,
didn't she?

I did no such thing.

Are we gonna check out
Clyde Willis or not?

I trust you will overlook
this breach of fair play,

Marshal Krug,
and I do want you to know

that I'm not in anyway
a party to it,

but in the interests
of compromise,

if you would accept
our apologies,

then perhaps
we can work together

as Judge Carver expects us to.

Certainly.

[sighs]

Trampas, Marshal Krug's
waiting for your apology.

That's right.

I sure hope
you know what you're doing.

Alright, I apologize.

Oh. Here's your Whitney.

Your apology is accepted.

- Shall we go, Ms. Finch?
- Thank you, marshal.

- Kettle. Kettle!
- Huh?

- Kettle.
- Oh. Excuse me.

Basket.

Blanket.

Here.

- I'll carry these.
- I'll carry this one.

[instrumental music]

Hello, Arnold, how are you?

Marshal, if I was you, I'd have
'em pull up a couple of feet

to spare your wife the fragrance
of this here hide.

Couple of feet
ain't gonna do it.

Uh, Arnold, this ain't my wife.

- Uh, this is a lady lawyer.
- A lady lawyer?

Yes. This Ms. Frances B. Finch.
This is Arnold Boyle.

Mr. Boyle. How do you do?

Well, now, a lady lawyer.

[chuckles]
You know, I'm a bit

of a free thinker myself.

Yes, siree, it's a part
of the Orange Valley experiment.

Bigamy, trigamy, you name it,
I've tried it.

Uh, you got a man, uh,
working here

by the name of Clyde Willis?

You the husband?

[chuckles]
No, no, no.

I-- I'm the prisoner.

[laughs]
I know what you mean.

Oh, you don't, Arnold.

- Is Mr. Willis here?
- No, ma'am.

Mr. Willis ain't here.

I took the pleasure
of firing him as of last Friday.

- Well, why did you fire him?
- 'Cause of his lip.

Got to sassin' me,
come to questioning my judgment.

I warned him about his big
mouth, but he didn't take heed.

Got nothing to blame
but his lip.

Where could we find him,
Mr. Boyle?

[chuckles]
Find Ellie Bishop,

you'll find him.

Ah-huh? Well,
we appreciate your help.

Always glad to help
a free thinker.

Well, thank you, Arnold.

Now, mind my chickens
on your way out.

Don't crush 'em.

[indistinct chatter]

[whistles]
Hyah!

Krug: There it is.
Right down there.

Ooh.

Uh, we better stay back.

I'm not exactly
a welcome sight now.

Here, let me give you
a hand down.

Watch out
for your umbrella there.

Easy does it. Uh, there you go.

- Alright.
- Uh-huh.

W-- watch your step.

[instrumental music]

[horse neighing]

[knocking on door]

Good afternoon,
I'm Frances B. Finch.

- Attorney for the defense.
- Yes, that's right.

- You're Mr. Willis?
- That's right.

- Clyde Willis.
- Is Ms. Bishop at home?

- Why?
- Who is it, Clyde?

Uh, Mrs. Finch
from the courtroom.

Yes, ma'am?

Oh, good afternoon, Ms. Bishop.

May I speak to you for a moment?

Oh. No, that's alright.

Mr. Willis is helping me
with the arrangement.

I need a copy of your father's
last will and testament.

Uh...

Ellie's father didn't leave one.

- Are you sure?
- I'm quite sure.

We looked here and at the back.

Ellie is the sole surviving kin.

So she inherits everything.

If that's what the law says.

Well, I-- I really was hoping
there would be a will

or a, a letter or something

with some mention
of the Bishop Mine.

What about it?

There's bound to be

a question of ownership.

You see, my client won it
in a card game.

Well, if you take the word
of a murderer.

Of a man accused of murder,

but even if he's convicted,

he still owns the mine
and his heirs will inherit it.

And provided you believe him.

Oh.

It's not up to me, Mr. Willis.

No. It's up to the jury.

Uh, I heard him
threaten my father.

Yes, I know, you did. Yes.
You testified under oath.

Um, "You have cheated me,
you dirty dog"

and so on. Yeah.

Now, that doesn't mean that, uh,
they were arguing over the mine.

Oh, no, no. No, it doesn't.

It could've been
about money or--

Well, it doesn't matter.
Ellie holds the title.

And your client will have
to go to court to claim it.

If he goes free.

And if he's convicted,
then he'll--

- He'll hang.
- Yes.

It's ironic, isn't it?

All this suffering
over a worthless tunnel of dirt.

Well, thank you, Ms. Bishop.

Mr. Willis.

Oh, please be sure
and tell Mr. Hewitt

that I was here, will you?

Finch: I wouldn't want him
to think

that I would do
anything unethical

behind his back.

Good afternoon.

Krug: Now, looks like
Willis is taking charge.

Finch: Oh, yes, he's making
all the arrangements

for everything,
including Ellie's inheritance.

Yeah, but her father was broke.

Well, that house
is worth something.

Yeah, but it was mortgaged
to the bank.

I would've taken it
and sell it to a mine.

Oh, poor Ellie,
she's in for a surprise

when Willis discovers that she's
inherited her father's debts.

I thought your intuition
told you it was love.

Yes, on her side it is,

but he's just out
to take advantage of her.

- He told you all this?
- Mm-hmm, hm.

By the, the way he stands

and the way he holds his head
and the look in his eyes.

Why, it's written all over him.

I'll tell you
what I see written all over him.

- A man holding a pat hand.
- What?

Krug: Well, I tell ya,
a pat hand, poker to our men.

Men use it when they play poker.

Fellow put on a face, you know,

so as not to let on
that he's a winner.

I wish I knew
what he was holding.

Aces back-to-back
in the Bishop's Mine, I'll bet.

Where's the nearest
assay office?

Uh, weighing gold?
That's in, uh, Fort Comstock.

That's a couple of hundred miles
from here.

Oh, yes, but people
just ride over there

if they know they got
a, a real winner,

you know,
when they strike it rich,

but the fellow that tells him if
their goods is worth anything,

he lives in Indiana,
Indian Spring.

- Geologist?
- I don't know.

[chuckles]
But-- but he sure knows dirt.

Let's take him a sample.

[whistles]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

- Come on.
- Alright.

[rumbling]

Will ya lay into it and get out
of here? And hurry up.

Alright, let's get out of here.

Alright.

Go on.

[grunting]

[music continues]

[carriage rattling]

[birds chirping]

[thud]

[clears throat]

Uh, are you the geologist?

J.D. Drover. Pay-dirt appraiser.

Well, we want
your professional advice.

Glad you put it that way.

My services require
cash in advance.

- Oh.
- Ho-- how much?

Oh, two percent of your strike

or three dollars in silver coin,

US mint.

You accept, uh,
silver certificates?

No, sir, don't deal in paper.

I'm Marshal Krug.

- Marshal.
- Hi.

- This official business?
- Yes, it is.

This is possible evidence
for a court case.

This is Ms. Finch,
she's a lady lawyer.

Mr. Drover.

Well, it's none of my business

how people desert
their family and home.

Drover: They tried to open
a dance hall here in town,

with hostess types,

uh, drinkin' and smokin',
but we closed 'em down.

Krug: Now, look here, Drover--

I assure you, Mr. Drover,

I neither drink nor smoke.

Moreover, I have
three silver dollars.

- US mint.
- Uh, uh, keep your money.

I, I offer my services
to the law

free of charge.

- Uh, this come out of a mine?
- That's right.

Smell rotten, stuffy?

[chuckles]
I nearly fainted.

- Fairly poor.
- I know it's not gold bearing.

The only thing you can do
is to make that pay off

is process it down.

Couple of tons
not yield 50 pounds pure.

- Pure? What, pure what?
- Sulfur.

Sulfur?
Then it is worth something.

Well, not this small a claim.

One man can't work it enough
to pay off.

Takes bulk machines.

Best thing to do
is sell it off to a big company

equipped to process.

Who'd buy?

Oh, chemical companies, uh,

medicinals, explosives.

For how much?

Depends on the extent
of the strike.

Now, that there is about 31%.

Sell it around $40 a 100 weight.

You can figure
on a average strike

to be worth around, uh,

$40,000 to $60,000
of silver US mint.

Sixty? Sixty thousand dollars?
Phew.

Why didn't you ask the owner?

- That's what I told him.
- You told the owner?

Yeah, he was in here a week ago.

I recognized the goods.

Not much raw sulfur
comes across the counter.

- Would you recognize the owner?
- Yes, ma'am.

What did he look like?

Oh, young feller.

Tall, curly hair.

Bishop was about 50.
Uh, short, gray hair.

You got the wrong man.

We got the right one.
Clyde Willis.

Uh, he didn't give his name,
but he paid cash on the barrel.

Well, thank you, uh...

Say, uh, can I, uh,
see you a minute?

Sure.

Here, uh... here.

Oh, oh, keep you money, marshal.

No, no, no, no. I...

I want that brooch right there,

that blue, blue brooch
right there.

Oh, well, that-- that's
four and a quarter.

Oh, alright, fine. That's fine.

That's the, uh, turquoise.
The set is pure silver.

Krug: Fine.

You don't have to wrap it, uh...

The, um... lady, uh,

is, um... gonna wear it.

Oh, marshal, I...
Oh, I can't.

I mean,
you really ought not to--

Oh, sure, it-- it-- it's just
turquoise and silver.

- It's nothing...
- Oh. I see. Oh, it's...

It's lovely!
Oh, well, thank you.

Thank you, uh,
for your, uh, services.

- Uh, take these goods.
- Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Drover.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Royal soaps.
Buy a round, can we?

I'll get the door there.

Well, what do we do?

Bring this old rock mold back
to identify Willis?

But it won't help,
all it'll do is prove

that Willis knew
the mine was valuable.

Of course, Bishop didn't know.
He wouldn't have bet it.

Finch: He would've sold it
to get out of debt.

At least we know a good reason
why Willis wants to marry Ellie.

Yes, and an even better one
why he wants you out of the way.

All he needs
is one piece of evidence

to prove that you were there
in the west gallery.

Why don't we give it to him?

- To trap him?
- Exactly.

How about it, marshal?

It's, uh...

[chuckles]
it's like fishin'.

If he buys,
we've got the murderer

and the, the judge
will dismiss my case.

Well, you know how I feel
about fishing.

[instrumental music]

You're not afraid
of a woman working?

Afraid? No. No, no, no.

I just don't approve.

- Ooh?
- Well.

I-- I believe
a woman's place is...

Well, it's-- it's-- it's
in a man's backroom.

Oh.

Finch: This jacket
belongs to Trampas

and, uh, he also had a split
in the sleeve repaired.

- Split? Uh, uh, which sleeve?
- We'll make one.

Huh?

You wanna help a free thinker.
Now, don't you?

- By ripping a jacket?
- No.

By telling Clyde Willis
that this is Trampas' jacket

and that a piece of fringe
from here

found in the west gallery
of the mine

would prove
that Trampas was there.

I'm, uh, I'm afraid
I don't follow you, ma'am.

Well, we're trying to set a trap
for Clyde Willis.

- And we need your help.
- What Willis do?

Looks like
he killed Gerald Bishop,

but we want to be quite sure.

And you know him
better than anyone.

I just fired him.

Well, go try and hire him back.

- He'll think I'm crazy.
- No, he won't. No.

Not if you say
exactly what I tell you to say.

Uh, this buckskin here
belongs to Trampas.

And that a piece of fringe
from here

found in the west gallery
of the mine

would prove
that Trampas was there.

You think he'll take
a piece of this fringe

and plant it out there
in the mine?

He will, especially,
if you tell him

that you're going to leave this
on your work bench all night.

Well, uh, do I tell him
I wanna be paid off?

When he cashes in.

When he cashes in?

Hm.

Finch: He's told Willis.

- How do you know?
- But he knows we are watching.

Finch: I told him
to signal with his bandana.

You know,
we may be here all night.

Look.

- Ellie?
- She in on it?

Go on.

Wait a minute. Now wait, wait.

You can't trail a suspect
with a crowd of folks like this.

Well, then, marshal,
why don't you go?

- And, and we'll meet you back--
- No, no, no.

You know, I can't leave you
alone with him.

Don't worry, I'll go
straight back to my cell.

He will, marshal. He will,
marshal. We'll meet you there.

No, no. Don't worry,
I'll go right back to my cell.

I promise. I give you my word.

Promise
you won't tell the judge.

Ooh.

Alright, goodbye.

Good luck, Henry. Uh, oh.

I need it.

[sighs]
Well...

- Now is your chance to escape.
- Yeah.

It may be a lot safer
if I did get out of here.

- Well?
- I don't know why.

I guess I feel
I have to clear my name.

Supposing it doesn't work?

Supposing they found you guilty
and hang you?

Well, one thing for sure...

I'd never trust
another lady lawyer.

There you are.

Prisoner returned at 8:40 p.m.

Mm-hmm.

- Would you sign this, please?
- What is it?

It's just a receipt
to show that he's safe

back in the sheriff's custody.

Royal... Wainwright.

- Deputy.
- Thank you, deputy.

Now, may I wait here
outside his cell?

Well, visiting hours are over.

Oh, I'm not a visitor.
I'm his lawyer.

And we're waiting
for Marshal Krug.

Oh, well, in that case,
permission granted. Excuse me.

[sighs]

Maybe we made a mistake
coming back here.

Mm-hmm. Marshal said
he'd meet us here.

We sent men out here to make
a last inspection for clues.

Your Honor,
and what he found made me think

it was important enough
to ask you out to take a look

before our court comes to order
this morning.

Well, I hope it is important.

I don't like to ride
any more than I have to.

- Ned?
- Yeah.

Light a lantern and, uh,
show us what you found.

Uh, Your Honor.

Along here

is where we found Trampas'
footprints.

In the west gallery
where the body was found,

there weren't any footprints
because it's solid bedrock.

Trampas denied ever going
into that west gallery.

We had trouble
proving him out to be a liar

until Ned here
made his final inspection. Ned.

Excuse me, John.

Your Honor,
here behind this conveyor cart

is where the body was found.

You can still see
some of the blood stains.

And here
on the edge of the cart

you see a rusted strip
of metal pulled loose.

And caught under it
is a fresh piece of leather.

Stripped the fringe,
torn off a buckskin jacket.

You know who it belongs to?

Yes, sir.
The defendant, Trampas.

And his jacket got a piece tore
off that matches this exactly.

- Have you notified Mr. Hewitt?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Uh, prosecution
is fully prepared.

After you.

Ned, I'm gonna ask you
to come into town.

You may be required
to take the witness stand.

- Yes, sir.
- Go ahead.

This piece of buckskin fringe

was found within inches
of the spot

where the body was found.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, sir.

Is this the jacket from which
the fringe was torn?

- That is correct, sir.
- To whom does it belong?

To the defendant, Trampas.

That will be all.

Sheriff Acton, you have
testified in good faith,

but I regret to inform the court
that you were mistaken.

The piece of fringe...

uh, found
at the scene of the crime

so conveniently

is indeed a buckskin,

but I am now going to prove

that it was not left there
by the defendant.

It was left there by, uh,

by, uh, by someone else.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

Ms. Finch, do you have witnesses
or evidence

unknown to the court?

Uh, not unknown, Your Honor,

uh, but, uh,

by someone unexpected.

Very well. Approach the bench
and explain yourself.

I wish to call Trampas
to the stand.

But we've already heard
his testimony.

He admits being everywhere,
except in the west gallery.

And now we have proof
that he has perjured himself.

He has proof to the contrary,
Your Honor.

Such as? Oh, very well.

- Objection.
- Noted. Proceed.

Sheriff, you may sit down.

Trampas,
please step to the stand.

Krug keeps shaking his head.

Well, he didn't
come to meet us.

- You are still under oath.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Now, Trampas,
Sheriff Acton has identified

this buckskin jacket as yours.
Is this your jacket?

- No, ma'am.
- Objection.

Carver: Sustained!

Denial of ownership
does not alter the fact.

Your Honor, as a matter of fact,

the defendant happens to have
his own jacket with him

right here in the courtroom.

Where is it, Trampas?

It's on my chair.
I was sittin' on it.

Please bring it to the bench.

Thank you.

Your Honor...

you will see that this jacket
is indeed buckskin

and it is the same color
as this other,

but you will note

that there is no fringe missing.

- Noted.
- Objection.

Overruled.

Now, regarding this other jacket

from which the piece was torn,
do you know the owner?

Yes, ma'am.

Please state his name

and point him out
if present in court.

Mr. Boyle.
He's sittin' right over there.

That's right.

Mine's cut from horse hide.
Trampas' is cut from buckskin.

Order. Strike that
from the record.

Thank you, Trampas.
You may step down.

Your Honor,
this is highly irregular.

Am I being denied access
to the witness?

Your Honor,
we have not quite finished.

We have another witness.

I call on Marshal Krug to give
evidence for the defense.

Krug? What's going on here?

Yes, I know, uh,
this is irregular, Your Honor,

but it's a chance to finish
this trial in short order.

- I object.
- Noted.

The court recognizes
the irregularity,

but a man of Marshal Krug's
integrity

is an unimpeachable witness.

- Short order?
- Short order.

Very well, take the stand.
We'll continue.

Thank you, Your Honor.

- Under protest.
- Noted, Hewitt.

Now sit down.

- I'll swear you in myself.
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

- Place your left hand.
- Yes.

And then raise your right hand.

Oh, right.

Do you solemnly swear
the evidence

you are about to give
is the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

I do so swear.

Be seated. Ms. Finch.

- Marshal Krug.
- Yeah.

We have had no opportunity

to review the testimony
you are about to give.

- Is that correct?
- That is correct.

You failed to show up
for a meeting

to develop
this line of questioning.

- That is correct.
- Where were you?

Well, I was holding someone
under surveillance.

Why?

Hewitt: Objection.

Sustained.

We'd like to know
who before why.

Who were you keeping
under surveillance?

- Clyde Willis.
- Why?

Well, because I expected him
to go to Boyle's Tannery

and steal a piece
of buckskin fringe.

And why did you expect him
to do that?

Well, because he thought
it was Trampas' jacket.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Marshal,
you know better than that.

You can't read a man's thoughts.

No. W-- well, I stand corrected.
And I'm sorry.

Uh, well, I'll repeat
the question, Your Honor.

Why did you expect Clyde Willis

to steal a piece
of buckskin fringe?

Well, because I-I heard him
say so in his own words.

Where did he say it and to whom?

I followed him
to a house on Willow Road

and I listened
close to the window

and I heard him say,
and I'm going to quote here,

"That Trampas' jacket

will be at Boyle's Tannery
all night."

End of the quote there.

Did you hear him use the name
of the person he was talking to?

No, but, uh, he called him,
quote, "Cousin."

Krug: And then he said
that he needed more help

and that blood kin
should stick together

and they'd come out of it
together, rich.

And what did the man
he called cousin say to that?

Well, he said, and I'm quoting
here again, he said,

"I'm pushing the sheriff
as hard as I can."

And then he said
that he's going to steal

a piece of the buckskin fringe

and plant it
in the west gallery of the mine

and then he was gonna order out
one of the men

to make a final inspection
of the conveyor cart

and report back any new
developments to the sheriff.

That's enough!
Come on, cover the marshal.

- Nobody move! Marshal!
- Come on, take me with you!

- What are you doing?
- Ellie!

Clyde, please!

[indistinct chatter]

[gunshot]

- Stay away!
- Clyde, stop it, please!

- Don't shoot!
- Come on, drop it, son.

Drop it!

- Alright, get him, sheriff.
- Thank you, marshal.

Alright, Clyde, let's go.
Come on, out.

Out the door.

Order! Order in the court.

The defendant is found
not guilty.

The case is dismissed.

Well, well, that's one way
to end a trial.

Triumphant.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh!
[chuckles]

Ms. Finch,
I gotta say this to ya.

I hope this shows you that this
is simply no life for a woman.

Well, maybe you're right,
marshal.

Do you have
any other suggestions?

Well, shoot, Frances,

there's a hundred things
a woman can do.

She can, uh, well,
be a mother and a wife and...

- Well, keep talking.
- Well, a wife and a mother.

- Well, what's that all about?
- Yeah.

Now, according to the law,
who gets who?

Uh, I guess you might
call that, uh, mutual custody.

- Yeah.
- Here.

Oh, no, no. That's yours.

- So long.
- Yes.

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