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So I sent a telegram
to your supplier in Chicago.

Ah. Well, did you tell him
I paid the price we agreed on?

I warned him that you held up
to your end of the bargain.

I told him that your contract
is legally enforceable.

He said your fabric
will be here in a week.

That's -- that's --
that's great, Matthew.

That's just great.

I suppose you're, uh,
gonna want to be paid for this.

Just the cost
of sending a telegram.

Oh, that's --
that's really fair of you.

I tell you what, next time
you're in the store,

I'll give you a soda.

Perhaps you should start
charging for your work, Matthew.

- I don't know.
- You provide

an important service,
just like Michaela does.

It's -- it's not the same.

Oh, yes, it is.
You help people just like I do.

You're a real doctor.
I mean, you passed a test.

There's -- there's not a test
to become a lawyer.

Sheriff?
You gotta help me.

What seems to be the problem,
Mr...

Exner. Rudy Exner.

Got a man tailing me.
I want you to stop him.

What's he tailing you for?

'Cause he's no better
than a bounty hunter.

Are you wanted by the law?

I paid my time.

I just got out of jail --

20 years for robbery.

This man doesn't seem
to think I done enough.

But he ain't got no legal right.

Like I said -- I paid my time
and then some.

This man won't leave me alone.

He follows me everywhere.
He means to kill me.

Well, if what you say is true,
mister, I'll do what I can.

Perhaps Matthew can help you.

He's a lawyer.

Don't know
what a lawyer can do.

Well, I could get you
a restraining order --

make it legal he'd have
to stay away from you.

I can enforce it.
So can any other sheriff.

Thanks.

Nice to come across a friendly
town like this.

- We aim to keep it that way.
- Don't worry about me.

I don't want
to go back to prison.

Worry about that man on my tail.

I'll get to work
on that right away for you.

Who is it that's following you?

That's him right there.

Well, that's Marshal Burch.

You know him?

Yeah.

Then you know he'll kill a man
as soon as look at him.

Keep him away from me.

So, what did Exner tell you?

Said that you were tailing him
for a crime

he already did time for.

20 years for killing two men
and robbin' a coach.

He didn't say anything
about killing anyone.

- What about the gold?
- From the stagecoach?

Never found it.

Robbed the stage somewhere
between here and Soda Springs.

So it must be buried
around here.

Now that he's released
from jail,

you think he's going
to get that gold?

Well, the stagecoach company
hired me to find it,

and I haven't found it yet.

So that's why
you're following him --

hoping he'll lead you to it.

Well, I like to finish
what I start.

The man's killed two men.

No telling what he'll do next.

Why did he only get 20 years?
Should have gotten life.

Should have got executed,
but he had a smart lawyer.

You know, a lawyer is the only
thing a coyote won't eat.

You think maybe Exner's
telling the truth?

Burch has a pretty bad
reputation.

Last year,
when Matthew was sheriff,

and we tracked the Sterrit gang
with Marshal Burch,

we discovered
that his reputation

isn't really justified.

So, he ain't trigger-happy?

No.

I thought I was going to have
to gun down that whole gang.

Burch showed me otherwise.

If Marshal Burch
is after Exner,

there's good reason for it.

Tobacco.

Tobacco, yeah.

Damn. Son of a...

I had enough of you
following me.

You want to shoot me?

Shoot me.

You're yellow.

That's what you are.

Yellow.

What are you waitin' to do?

Shoot me in the back?

You see?

He knows he ain't got no right
to shoot me!

Remember that!

And Marshal Burch
didn't say anything?

Not a word!

Oh, but I could see it
in his eyes.

I tell you,
Rudy Exner is a dead man.

He wouldn't shoot
unless he had to.

I wouldn't be so sure of that,
kid.

Marshal Elias Burch has had one
obsession his whole career --

Red-Hand Rudy.

Why do they call him that?

Because Burch caught Exner
with blood on his hands --

the blood of two innocent men

whose lives
he terminated with no more care

than you would pinch out
a candle.

They never found the unfortunate
victims, either.

That's why he wasn't
found guilty of murder.

No corpus delicti --

if you'll excuse the expression,
ma'am.

Ned Springer!

Loren Bray.

This here is Brian Cooper,
and that's Dorothy Jennings.

She's the editor
of the town paper.

Aha! A fellow scribe.

Always a pleasure
to meet the competition.

You're a newspaperman?

Alas, uh, no.

My name doesn't ring a bell?

Of course it does. Brian,
Mr. Springer writes dime novels.

They're very popular with...

certain people.

- You write books?
- Indeed, I do, sonny.

Have you never
heard of "Eagle-Eye Ed"?

Eagle-Eye --
You write "Eagle-Eye Ed"?

Oh, those are great stories!

- How come I never read them?
- Oh...

Oh, he's gettin' big enough!

You oughta show him one --
or two.

- I'm afraid I don't own any.
- Oh.

Miss Dorothy's got lots
of readers, too.

I'm sure she does.

This paper must
come out, uh, what?

Once a month?

Twice a week.

And Miss Dorothy wrote a book
about our town.

I'm sure Mr. Springer isn't
interested in my book, Brian.

Nonsense, Mrs. Jennings.

I'm sure it's a sweet,
little teacup of a thing.

And what brings you here,
Mr. Springer?

Marshal Burch --

and his obsession
with Red-Hand Rudy.

A story that can only end
in tragedy.

And rape and pillage,
by the time he's done with it.

And you're writin'
a book about it?

- With your help, friend.
- Oh.

Seems like you're the man
to talk to.

- Oh, yes.
- Yes.

So, I understand there was
a confrontation between them

right outside
your establishment?

That's right.

Marshal Burch come right up
outside my window, see.

- And I was --
- So, he blocked Exner's path

as he was coming out the door?

- Well, not exactly.
- Close enough. Go on.

After Sully was pardoned,
the federal government

hired him to help set up
the new national parks.

He's in Denver now,
talking to the railroad company

about a spur line.

Uh, anything you need,
Marshal Burch,

I'll be happy to help you out.

You just come over to
my store -- Bray's Mercantile.

I'll be happy to help you.
Give credit, too.

Uh, I don't believe much
in credit.

Well, neither do I.
But, uh, some of these folks --

they insist on it.

Well, then, I'll, uh,
I'll be seeing you.

So, what about you, son?
Why'd you give up that tin star?

Well, I had to make a choice.

Either I was gonna
help find Sully

or I was gonna do
the Army's dirty work for 'em.

That was really
the last straw.

Being sheriff felt
like I was hurting people

as much as I was helping them.

So, what are you doing now?

Studying to be a lawyer.

I never cared much for lawyers.

No, me either --

not the kind of lawyer
you're talking about.

First started reading about the
law to help Sully get pardoned.

I found out
that there are ways

you can use the law
to help people.

Matthew's been very helpful
to the people in this town.

He's settled disputes
peacefully.

In fact, I don't know
what we would have done

without his legal research.

The law is --

Kinda like you told me
about a gun --

"Don't use it
unless you have to."

What are you gonna
do about Red-Hand Rudy?

Well, that's what they call
Mr. Exner.

Well, I have to try
to catch him gettin' the gold.

But you can't do anything
until he makes a move.

Maybe I can give him
a little push.

Now, one more drink, my treat.

And you'll finish telling me
your side of the story.

Gotta stay sober --

got business.

Marshal Burch?

Let's just say Burch
ain't never gonna see me again.

You're, uh...

going after that gold,
aren't ya?

What gold?

Ha ha ha heh!

Exner made it seem
like he wasn't.

But I could tell
he was going to get that gold.

You looking for me?

Exner just went to dig
up the gold.

He was riding
toward the schoolhouse.

That's right on the old road
to Soda Springs.

Let's tell Daniel.

Exner!

So, this is
where you buried the gold.

What about the two men
you killed?

Where'd you bury them?

Now, you turn around --

real slow --

and put your hands in the air.

I said turn around!

Goodbye, Burch.

Aah! Oh!

Bur-- Bur-- Burch...

Hey! Who are you?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm an eyewitness.

Think of how many books
that's gonna sell.

He said something.
What did he say?

Bur--

There's no gun.

What do you mean no gun?
I saw a gun.

And where's
the gold? There's no gold.

You shot an unarmed man,
Marshal. What a story.

He's still alive.

N-- No...

No... no...

It's all right. It's all right.
I'm a doctor.

He's dead.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you

for your gun, Marshal.

Daniel, he was doing his job.

He shot an unarmed man.
That's murder.

Judge Blaysdale?

Daniel Simon.

Well, glad you caught me before
I got to Manitou, Sheriff.

I got a cattle-rustling land
dispute there

that could take me to the turn
of the century.

Jail's down this way.

You'll be staying across the
street at the Gold Nugget.

Sheriff, I don't see
as this should take too long,

by the sound of your telegram.

Anything else I can get
for you?

I can send a telegram.

Marshal, listen,
for what it's worth...

I know you wouldn't lie.

The truth may not matter much.

The truth always matters.

Marshal Burch,
this here's the judge.

We're old friends,
aren't we, Elias?

Judge.

Marshal Burch has brought
many a villain into my court.

He always catches his man --

one way or another.

You got Meadows with you?

Prosecutor Meadows
will be here tomorrow.

As you know,
he's a very efficient man.

I'm sorry to see you
in this position, Elias.

From what the sheriff told me,

your best course
of action is to plead guilty

and throw yourself
on the mercy of the court.

Now, we have a new circuit
defender -- Mr. Hardway.

I'm sure that's what he
recommends, isn't it, Hardway?

Well, I don't think
I'll be needing your defender.

Got my own lawyer --

Matthew Cooper.

The judge said the trial's
gotta start right away.

He's got cases
all over the circuit.

He doesn't know
when he can get back here.

Matthew, I know you feel you
owe this to Marshal Burch --

Who else is gonna defend him?

The circuit defender said
he was gonna plead guilty --

if he can stay sober
long enough.

You know that Burch would never
shoot a man in cold blood.

Unfortunately,
what we believe doesn't matter.

It's what the court believes.

I'm just gonna
have to make 'em believe it.

Matthew...

I know I don't have
any experience at this,

but you do it all the time.

You step in when a life
is on the line,

and you gotta do something
that you've never done before.

I'm gonna need your help.

Yes, of course, anything.

You gotta understand,

I've been through the criminal
code on this --

even being a federal marshal
isn't gonna help you.

I shot him in the course
of duty.

You mean in self-defense.

I know, and -- and we're
gonna try that.

But that's only gonna work if we
can prove that he had a gun.

- I saw a gun.
- We've got to be able

to prove it.

I thought you might be hungry.

No, thanks.

Thank you.

Listen, Marshal.

It was real dark out there.

All right?
And there was a lot of shadows.

It may be easier
for a jury to believe --

I know what I saw.

I understand.

But you've got to put yourself
in the position of a jury.

There ain't gonna be no jury.

I was thinking maybe it
could be just the judge.

You mean you'd want
to waive a jury trial?

Judge Blaysdale's
an honest man.

He's tough, but he's honest.

And I'm not opposed
to puttin' myself in his hands.

Self-defense is the only way
we got a case.

But I looked around, and there's
no sign of a gun anywhere.

It doesn't help if the gold
wasn't found, either.

What if I were to examine
Marshal Burch?

Well, he's getting older,
and, as you said,

it was dark out there.

Perhaps his eyesight's failing.

I'd have to prove that he
was getting

so he couldn't do his job
anymore.

Well, there's no shame
in the physical degeneration

of one's eyesight.

Retiring's better
than being hanged for murder.

He ain't gonna like it.

All I know is that if you're
going to defend him

as well as possible,
you have to know the truth.

Yep! Yep, yep.

I knew Exner
was gonna be trouble

the minute I laid eyes on him.

Maybe Burch is right.

Maybe the truth
ain't gonna be all that matters.

Mr. Prosecutor,
call your first witness.

Mr. Bray, you were a witness
to an argument

between Mr. Exner and Mr. Burch,
weren't you?

Indeed, I was.

There I was, standing in
my store --

Bray's Mercantile,

where you can always
get a bargain.

There I was, innocent
to the cares of the world --

Mr. Bray.

Who started it?

Uh, Marshal Burch.

Anyway, there I was --

Wasn't Rudy Exner
antagonizing Mr. Burch?

Uh, objection, Your Honor.

Shouldn't he be referring to him
as Marshal Burch?

That is his official title.

Overruled.

Just seems like he's trying
to make it look

like Marshal wasn't acting
in his official capacity.

I said, "overruled," son.

Wasn't Rudy Exner goading
Mr. Burch,

trying to get him
to draw on him, hmm?

I-I-I --

Wasn't it really Rudy Exner
who started the argument?

Your Honor?

Isn't Mr. Meadows leading
the witness?

Is that an objection?

Y-Yeah. Yes.

Son, I know
this is your first trial,

you're trying to impress
all these folks out here.

But it doesn't do your client
any favors

by irritating me
with these frivolous objections.

But, as I was saying,

there I was, standing there.

Innocent to the cares
of the world.

When all of a sudden...

Uh, that's when I discovered,
that to my horror,

Mr. Exner was unarmed.

Marshal Burch had shot a man

who faced him as defenseless
as the day he was born.

I'm finished.

Mr. Cooper, do you have
any questions for the witness?

Uh, no, I, uh...

Not right now.

Dr. Mike,
maybe you better bring

your eyesight-testing stuff
over to the jail.

Are you sure?

I'm afraid
it might be our only hope.

- Mr. Springer --
- Ohh, I hope

that I'm receiving some
substantial ink

in your newspaper,
Mrs. Jennings.

Yes, you are.

And I suppose it'll help
sell your book.

I certainly hope so.

Mr. Springer,

how can you call
yourself a reporter and --

and --
and be part of the story?

How can you be objective?

First of all,
I don't call myself a reporter.

And what is so admirable
about being objective?

Folks want a good yarn.

I just give them what they want.

Good day, ma'am.

Mr. Meadows?

A second of your time, sir.

My father and I used to go
rabbit huntin'.

Even after he got old,

he could spot a rabbit 50 feet
away and 2 feet underground.

Seems that good eyesight runs
in your family.

Still, sometimes,
when he got closer,

the rabbit wouldn't be there.

Sometimes, I think he saw it

because he wanted it
to be there.

Well, you had every reason
to believe that he was reaching

for his gun.

I couldn't get that little
girl's face out of my mind --

the daughter of one of the men
Exner killed --

when I told her about her daddy.

And that's what these good eyes
have been seein' for 20 years.

And I'm the one that's in jail.

Well, his acute is fine.

There's no sign
of interocular pathology.

There's nothing
wrong with his eyes.

Afraid not.

Excuse me.

We call our final witness,
Your Honor --

Dr. Michaela Quinn.

Can you swear to tell
the truth, Dr. Quinn?

Yes.

You examined Mr. Burch's eyes
yesterday, didn't you?

Dr. Quinn?

Yes, I did.

And what was the result
of that test?

Objection!

Your Honor, that was --
that was our test.

Continue, Mr. Meadows.

The results, Doctor?

I had to examine him
in the jail.

I was unable to conduct
a complete examination.

I will make this real easy
on you, Dr. Quinn.

Is his eyesight good...
or bad?

Uh, well, from what
I could tell...

...his eyesight was normal.

That's all.

Uh, uh, no questions.

Prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

You're smart, son.

You know this doesn't bode well.

We all got places to go,
things to do,

and better whiskey to drink.

Here's what I suggest --

you change your plea
to "guilty,"

I'll take Burch's long record

of public service
into consideration.

He won't hang.

I'll have to sentence
him to life...

but he won't hang.

I think you oughta
take the deal.

You think I committed murder?

No. But that's because
I know you. The evidence --

So what do you think happened
out there that night?

I believe you, Marshal.

I know you wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man.

So why do you want
me to take the deal?

Because I don't think
I can do any better for you.

You think I should've got
a trickier lawyer?

Yeah.

Maybe that is
what you should've done.

Well, I don't care much
for tricks, Matthew.

I care more about the truth.

Just tell the judge, "no deal."

Elias, you do understand
if they find you guilty,

they'll hang you.

Well, I don't wanna tell you
that I wanna die or anything,

but the worst thing I can think
of is just sittin' up there

in that prison cell
for the rest of my life

knowin' that I had to lie
to save my skin.

And, son...

I chose the right lawyer.

And then I looked down,

and I saw that Exner
didn't have his gun.

When you saw him earlier
that night --

at the Gold Nugget --
did he have his gun then?

Uh, if he did, I never saw it.

I did. I was there.
I saw it.

Mr. Bray, you're not
testifying at the moment.

Please keep your mouth shut.

I was just trying to be
of help.

You see, Mr. Springer,
there's something

that just doesn't make sense
to me.

Rudy Exner's been thinking
about this gold for 20 years.

He finally gets his chance
to go dig it up,

and he leaves his gun behind?

Was that a question,
Your Honor?

Mr. Springer was there.

I'm just asking him
to clarify something for me.

You see, I went out there last
night, and I gotta tell you,

the way he was digging, anybody
could have come up behind him.

Isn't that right?

Well, I suppose so.

Well, you'd think he'd want
to defend himself, wouldn't you?

Especially knowing
that the marshal was after him.

- Isn't that right?
- Speculation, again.

- You don't have to answer that.
- He could have lost his gun,

- he could have left it behind.
- Why would he do that?

Objection, Your Honor!

- That calls for speculation.
- You're right.

It certainly does.

Exner didn't lose his gun.

I looked all over the path
he would have taken

from the Gold Nugget.

Besides, someone who's
that worried about recovering

his gun, then being followed,
is going to be more careful

not to lose his gun,
much less leave it behind.

If we believe Marshal Burch,

and the gun's nowhere
to be found,

then Mr. Springer's lyin'.

Why would he do that?

Maybe he took it.

To make a better story.

He was the only other person
out there.

If Mr. Exner had a gun,

then Marshal Burch would have
been defending himself.

But without a gun?

Makes for a famous trial and the
end of an illustrious career.

That has to be what happened.
You've done it, Matthew!

Not exactly.
I still gotta prove it.

Matthew!

Just got a telegram
from the warden of the prison

where Exner did his sentence.

Seems Exner's cellmate's got
something he wants to tell ya.

How did he find out
about the case?

From reading Ned Springer's
reports in the "Denver Post."

I don't have time
to ride out there.

Perhaps you should find out
what this man has to say.

I still got to figure out a way
to get this stuff about the gun

entered into evidence.

The judge isn't going
to do me any favors.

The warden seems
to think that

what this fella Calvert's got
to say could be important.

Guess I better get goin'
if I'm gonna get back in time

for court tomorrow.

I'll go with ya.

Elias? I'll give your lawyer
five more minutes to get here.

If he's not here, I'm gonna
appoint the circuit defender.

Go take a look for Mr. Hardway,
will you?

Try the saloon.

Sorry to be late, Your Honor.

Talk to you for a minute?
Your Honor...

this witness has just come
forward with new information

that will prove that Rudy Exner
set this whole thing up.

Please, Your Honor,
that is absurd.

And that Springer
was his accomplice.

You're gonna have to prove
what you say, son.

I can, Your Honor.

You swear to tell the truth?

Yep.

Bret Calvert.

You are a prisoner at
the Colorado Territorial Prison

in Denver, where you knew
Rudy Exner, is that right?

Shared a cell with him
for 15 years.

Did Mr. Exner ever say anything
to you about Marshal Burch?

Objection! Hearsay.

Uhh, not yet, it isn't.

Mr. Calvert.

He talked about him
all the time --

wouldn't shut up.

Always,
"I'm gonna make him pay.

"Soon as I get out of here,

I'm gonna make him suffer
the way he made me suffer."

It's like it was the only thing
that kept him going.

"I'm gonna make him suffer
the way he made me suffer."

What do you suppose
he meant by that?

Well, I figured that --

Objection!

Only what he said, Mr. Calvert.

Did Mr. Exner ever
say anything else

about Marshal Burch?

One time, he said to me, uh...

"Hope you're gonna
like having a federal marshal

in the cell with ya."

So Exner had a plan
to get Marshal Burch arrested.

That's what he meant by
"I'm gonna make him suffer

the way he made me suffer."

Objection --
leading the witness.

Play it by the rules, son.

All right, uh...

we have heard testimony
that Marshal Burch

followed Rudy Exner
out to a place near the road

to Soda Springs,

where he thought Exner
was gonna dig up the gold

that he buried there.

Gold ain't there.

Where is it, Mr. Calvert?

If I tell you, you won't have
a reason to let me out of jail.

This fella is just trying to
bargain his way out of prison,

Your Honor!

How are we supposed
to believe anything he says?

I'm inclined to agree
with Mr. Meadows.

You're gonna have to provide
some corroborating evidence.

That means that somebody
else's testimony --

I know what it means.

Isn't there anyone else
who witnessed Exner's plan?

Even if they didn't know it?

That night, when you saw
Mr. Exner and Mr. Springer

at the Golden Nugget,
did they see you?

Oh, no.
I hid as soon as I saw them.

- As soon as you saw them?
- Yeah.

But when you first saw them,
you weren't hiding.

- No, but --
- So, if you saw them,

they could have seen you?

Well, they sure didn't act
like they did.

What did they act like?

I see what you're gettin' at,

but you're wrong.

Your Honor, would you
please tell the witness

that he can't make statements?

He's only supposed
to answer questions.

He's trying to make
me look like a fool.

Like the two of them are in it
together and just using me --

Objection!

Not so fast, Meadows.
Um...

this is getting
kind of interesting.

Now, Mr. Cooper?

Now, what you're proposing
is the two of them

set Mr. Bray up to get Burch
to follow Exner, hmm?

Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor, this should be
presented in testimony.

Well, let's save
some time here.

What happened to the gun?

I can't prove it, but
Ned Springer must have taken it.

Oh. Well, I follow ya.
It's a good story.

It's good for the book.
There's just one problem --

To believe that,
I have got to believe that Exner

wanted to get back at Burch
so much,

that he allowed
himself to be killed to do so --

that he got himself killed
for revenge.

Why would he do that?

Why would anybody do that?

Marshal, listen.

You could appeal
and get a new trial

if the judge says your lawyer
doesn't know what he's doin'.

Trial ain't over yet.

He's wrong.
It's over.

I got nothin' left.

You had to question Loren,
Matthew.

You had to get your theory
into evidence.

A lot of good it did.

When you think about it,
like the judge says,

the whole thing falls apart.

That's my problem --

I get excited about an idea
without thinking

the whole thing through --
not like a lawyer should.

And now a man's life...

I couldn't sleep either.

Matthew, when you agreed
to defend Marshal Burch,

you told me
that you'd need my help.

I don't think you're going
to like what I have to say.

Go on.

One of the most difficult
things I ever have to do

is to put aside my frustration
when I can't solve a problem.

Because frustration prevents you
from being able

to solve the problem.

You're tellin' me
to stop moping around.

I'm telling you
that the only thing

that's preventing you
from being the kind of lawyer

you want to be...

is yourself.

Sometimes, being personally
involved in a case

will help you.

Other times, it'll --

it'll stand in your way.

It'll prevent you from being
able to solve the problem.

I think this is one
of those times.

So, what do you do?

Well, I write down...

whatever I can think of --

no matter how silly it sounds.

All right.
That's a good idea.

So, where did we leave it?
Uh...

The judge asked a question --

"Why would anybody kill himself
just to get revenge?"

That's a good question.

Because he was crazy.

Well, that's a possibility.

Because, uh, he wanted
to kill himself anyways?

There's another idea, I guess.

Wait, you may have something.

Why do people kill themselves?

Because they believe they
don't have anything to live for.

But he had all that gold
waitin' for him.

But, Matthew, if you had
all the gold in the world

and no time left to enjoy it...

What if he was dying?

Is that as good as prison food?

You'll find out soon enough.

I ain't never gonna
have to eat that slop again.

What's funny?

They ain't never gonna
let you out of here.

They wanna know
where the gold is.

Nobody gives a damn
about the gold except me.

The stagecoach company.

They went out of business
long ago.

The law.

Exner's dead.
They can't put him away.

So, what's it to you?

It ain't nothin' to me
as long as I'm in here.

But I've been
studying this cell.

I know how to get out of here.

How?

Well, I've been
tryin' to decide

whether I want to tell you,

or just, maybe, bide my time and
wait till you go back to prison.

You're a federal marshal.

You was the biggest lawman
I ever heard of.

You expect me to believe
you're changin' sides?

Well,
I was a federal marshal...

until Exner set me up.

He did a good job, too.

I'll tell you one thing --

I ain't gonna make
a prison my home.

I'm gonna be breakin'
outta here, either with you

or without you.

Now, you gotta make a choice.

This is yesterday's issue
of the "Denver Post."

There's an article
in here written by you.

Would you read the part
that I marked, please?

"As I knelt beside Mr. Exner

"and the seasoned criminal
drew his last raspy breath,

"the lifeblood
pouring out of him,

"preparing to meet God

"or the devil,
I noticed that his Colt. 44

"thumb-buster revolver...

was missing."

You wrote this, right?

Indeed, I did.

But yesterday in court you
told us that you'd never seen

Mr. Exner's gun.

How'd you know
what it looked like?

- Well, somebody told me.
- Who?

Objection!

Mr. Springer's not on trial
here.

Maybe he oughta be.

Your Honor, even if
Mr. Springer did take the gun,

your well-directed question
remains unanswered -- why?

Why would Mr. Exner kill himself
just to get revenge?

I agree.

Mr. Cooper, If you have
no other witnesses --

I do, Your Honor.

Just one more.

And what did the autopsy show?

Mr. Exner suffered
from a condition

known as aortic stenosis.

It's a narrowing
of the main valve of the heart,

which obstructs the flow
of blood into the circulation.

Can it kill you?

Yes, once the symptoms
start to exhibit themselves,

it's rare to live
for more than a year or so.

And how far along
was Mr. Exner?

The edges of his heart valve
had thickened considerably,

and his heart was greatly
enlarged from working

harder to pump the blood.

He didn't have much time left.

Your Honor,
this is irrelevant.

If this victim
knew he was dying,

your well-posed question
remains.

Just one more question,
Your Honor.

Did you send a telegram to
the prison doctor this morning?

Yes, I did.

Dr. Anthony Racine responded
that he diagnosed

Mr. Exner with aortic stenosis
last winter.

A year ago.

Yes, Dr. Racine told Mr. Exner

he had about a year to live.

One year...

to make Marshal Burch
suffer the way he did.

Objection, Your Honor.

Save it, Mr. Meadows.

You'll need it when you
prosecute Mr. Springer.

A little dirty,
but still legal.

Thought you was talkin'
about me there for a minute.

Stagecoach company's gonna
be surprised to see this.

Calvert told me you said
the stagecoach company

had gone out of business.

I told Calvert
a lot of things.

Well, I gotta go make sure
he gets on that train.

He's not too happy
about going back to prison.

Good.

Where will you go?

Back to work.

Thanks to you, son.

Thank you, Dr. Mike.

What for?

Believin' in me.

You helped me believe in myself.

You never know when I may
need a good attorney.