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I don't give a gull darn if you two would just listen to what I tell you and do it then

we wouldn't have any more gull darn.

Well I'll be.

Looks like our handsome dashing young scout here is going to pay a visit to the young

ladies of Boone Center.

Well I hate to damage my reputation with you Major but I'm paying this visit because her

parents asked me to.

Now what kind of parents would do a thing like that to a young innocent girl?

Now what kind of folks has she got anyway?

Well I've known her since I was a kid.

She got married about the day she got out of high school.

Besides our relationship was more like brother and sister anyway.

Horsey!

Horsey!

Horsey!

Horsey!

Horsey!

That's far enough!

He's dead.

That's what becomes of horse thieves.

Either they end up with a bullet in their belly or hanging by a rope.

Kind of a foolish trick trying to steal a horse this time of night.

People still up and around.

Sure ain't dressed like a horse thief anyway.

Charlie, how are you going to tell by a man's clothes what's inside of him?

You know Major, I don't think he had much experience stealing horses.

If he had, he wouldn't have been running off that way.

Just let him off and people wouldn't have noticed him.

What's the matter Flint?

New Justice.

That name mean anything to you?

The girl I was going to visit.

What?

I've just killed her husband.

What?

What?

Flint, I wish you'd listen to me.

Why don't you let me send one of the boys to do this?

Thanks, but under the circumstances, it's my responsibility.

Listen to me, would you?

You know as well as I do that a horse thief is the lowest kind of a man there is.

Now, if your friend, his wife, knew this about him,

surely she must know the kind of risk he was taking.

That's not going to make it any easier to tell her, is it?

Oh, very funny.

Let's go.

Don't shoot her.

Don't shoot her.

It's his horse.

Is him all right?

Shot.

George better take him down to the docks.

These things were on him, I'm sure.

Did you know him?

I don't think there's anybody in Boone Center that didn't know the mayor.

He's the mayor of this town?

Three times elected.

Who are you?

My name's Clinton McCullough. I ride scout for a wagon train that's camped about ten miles south of here.

There's going to be a lot of resentment around here when folks find out about this.

Might even be a lynching.

Of course, you wouldn't have brought him in if you'd have shot him.

Where'd you find him?

Not far from the train. I was coming into town to visit an old friend of mine.

You know somebody here?

Yeah, I grew up with a dead man's wife.

Don't that beat all?

Old friend of Allie's, huh?

Riding the wagon train all the way from the east.

Run smack into her dead husband on the trail.

Kind of funny how things happen sometimes, isn't it?

Yeah, it sure is.

I don't suppose you'd like to be the one to tell Allie what happened?

No, I wouldn't like to be, Sheriff, but somebody's got to tell her.

Where would I find him?

The second street down there, the first house on the right.

Thanks, Sheriff. If you're looking for me, I'll be down there.

Aren't you getting tired sitting on that hard fence, Billy?

Nuh-uh.

Want a sandwich?

Can I eat it here?

I guess so.

Mom, why does time pass so slow when you're waiting?

Oh, I don't know. I guess the same reason a watch pot never boils.

Does that mean if I sit here and watch the road for Dad, he'll never show up?

It'll sure seem that way.

Son, I don't want you to get your heart set on that phony.

Your father didn't promise it to you, you know that.

I know.

He doesn't always find the horses he wants when he goes on a buying trip.

There are an awful lot more horses than Shetlands.

Mom, that man over there is watching us.

No one?

No, I don't think so.

Come on, why don't you wash up now?

The hot bread is just out of the oven and you can have some of my special strawberry jam.

Oh, boy!

Allie!

Allie!

If you start running now, I'll count to ten and I'll still beat you to that rock.

The rock?

At the corner of the schoolhouse?

And I'll carry your books to boot.

Flint! Flint McCullough!

Oh!

It's been a long time, Allie.

Oh, how could I possibly not recognize you?

That red hair and those freckles, you haven't changed a bit.

You have.

I didn't think a young colt could grow up and fill out to be such a pretty woman.

I was right, you haven't changed a bit.

Oh, Billy.

This is your uncle, Flint McCullough.

My son, Billy.

Glad to meet you, Billy.

How do you do, sir?

Uncle Flint.

He's a fine looking boy, Allie.

Thank you.

We've told him so much about you, he thinks of you as part of the family.

Now, how about some hot bread and strawberry jam?

How does that sound?

Hot bread and strawberry jam?

Well, if it's as good as your mother used to make, it sounds fine.

Just lead the way.

Good.

And in between bites, you can tell me all about yourself and what you're doing here.

Oh, I do hope you can stay till Lou comes.

I know you'll like him.

He's a wonderful man.

I'm a very lucky woman.

The Indians ever attacked your wagon train, Uncle Flint?

More times than I'd like to remember.

Will you tell me about it?

There'll be plenty of time for that later.

I thought you were so anxious to eat outside.

Oh, that was before Uncle Flint came.

But if you want to get rid of me, I will.

How did you guess?

Can you tell me about the Indians, sir, Uncle Flint?

I sure will if I'm here.

Scat.

I'll get you some hot coffee.

I guess my cooking isn't as good as my mother's used to be.

Hmm?

Well, you've hardly touched a bite.

Oh, I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was.

Something bothering you, Flint?

What makes you think something's bothering me?

Well, when we were kids, I used to think I knew your moods pretty well.

Still do.

Want to tell me about it?

Allie, do you know that I've passed by Boone Center three times in as many years?

Once I even stopped and bought some supplies here.

I didn't know that you lived within 100 miles of the place.

I wouldn't have known either if I hadn't run into your folks in St. Louis.

Oh, Flint, it's been such a long time since I've seen them.

And I do get homesick sometimes.

But I wouldn't ever want to leave Boone Center.

We've become such a part of this town.

And it's been good to us.

My goodness, it seems such a short time ago that we started out with just the team we drove.

And just by shrewd trading,

Lou built that one worn-out team into a fine livery and horse trading business

in partnership with his brother Bert.

Oh, by the way, did I tell you?

Lou is mayor of Boone Center.

Yeah, I know.

You do?

When I asked for directions on how to get to the house, I...

I learned a lot of things about your husband.

Oh, I do wish Lou would get back.

He and Bert are up north looking at some horses.

Nobody told you?

Yes, why?

Oh, just one minute.

I noticed that the stable was closed when I rode by.

Closed?

Well, that's very strange.

Lou always insists that someone be there at all times.

Ali?

Oh, come in, Fred.

I just stopped by to offer my sympathy.

Sympathy?

Yes, I...

Didn't he tell you?

Tell me what?

About Lou.

What...

What about Lou?

He's dead.

How would you know?

I brought him in.

Brought him in?

He's over at the docks now.

I'd be glad to walk you over there.

Docks office?

Lou, is it docks office?

Lou.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali, I just heard about it.

I'm so glad you're here.

Is this the fellow who found him?

Yeah, I'm Flint McCullough.

You've heard me speak of him many times.

Oh, I'm sorry, this is Lou's brother, Bert.

Sheriff told me about you.

He asked me a lot of questions too, Ali.

He can't figure out why Lou was found south of town when he and I rode north.

Do you have any ideas?

No, I'm afraid not.

We got a late start when we left here.

Camped a few miles out of town.

By the end of the night, Lou just rode out.

Anyway, in the morning he was gone.

I don't know where.

I never saw him again.

That doesn't sound like Lou.

I know it, Ali, but he'd been acting kind of funny all day.

Like he had something on his mind.

Well, he even gave Ira a few days off.

Who's Ira?

He's our hired hand.

How long had he been dead when you found him?

Hard to say.

Not long.

And you didn't see anybody else around?

Nobody.

I figure you didn't have anything to do with it or you wouldn't have brought him in.

Well, what do you figure?

I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Sheriff kept harping on the fact that I was the last one to see him alive,

and I don't like that kind of thinking.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Bert?

No, thanks, Ali.

I got to get over to the barn and take care of the horses.

When Lou disappeared, I went on anyway and bought a few.

Ali, I just want you to know that things will be the same for you and Billy.

I mean, as far as getting lost is concerned.

I'll always see you taken care of.

Oh, Bert.

I'll pit the stable if you need anything.

He's a nice boy.

He'll be very fond of you.

I'm very fond of Bert.

Lou practically raised him.

When we'd been out here a few years, we heard he'd become pretty wild,

so Lou brought him west so that he could keep an eye on him.

He's been with us nearly six years now.

Lou thought that if he gave him a piece of the business, a partnership,

it might give him a sense of responsibility, sort of settle him down.

And it did.

Did you get married?

No.

Said he never found the right girl.

Billy!

Billy!

What happened?

It went off accidentally.

Oh, thank heaven you weren't hurt.

What were you doing with the rifle anyway?

I was loading it.

How many times have I told you not to do that?

I'm going to kill the man that shot my dad.

Billy.

Billy.

It's a fine-looking rifle, Billy.

Did you ever use it before?

Lots of times.

Dad taught me.

I used to go hunting and...

And I'm going to use it on the man that shot Dad.

That's not an easy job for a grown-up man, Billy, let alone little boy.

I'm big enough.

Sure you're big enough to shoot the gun.

You just did.

Give it to me!

I'm not going to give it to you.

This bullet went into the floor.

What if it had...

What if it had gone through the wall and into the kitchen and hit me?

Or your mother?

You ever think of that?

If it had, you wouldn't be trying to pull it out of my hands.

You'd want to throw it as far away as you possibly could.

Believe me, you'd wish you'd never seen a gun in your life.

Once a bullet is fired, Billy, you can't ever bring it back.

No matter how much you want to.

No matter how much you wish that you hadn't pulled the trigger.

Once a bullet is fired, you can't ever bring it back.

I don't care what you say. I want the gun!

Let me tell you about guns, Billy. You see this one?

It's killed a lot of things.

It has never broken the law.

That's one of the terrible things about guns, about carrying one.

You see a man go for his gun and so you shoot him first because you figure he's going to try to kill you.

Just in a second a man can get the idea, draw and fire. One second.

That's not very long for you to decide whether he's planning to wound you or threaten you.

Or kill you.

So you have no choice and you shoot him first.

It's legal. It's even honorable.

But for the rest of your life you wonder

whether you've killed a man who didn't deserve to be killed.

Maybe someday it'll be possible for a man to go out on the streets without a gun and not feel naked.

But that's up to young fellows like you, Billy, to have the courage to go out unarmed

and prove to this country that a man's a man because of what's inside him

and not because of what's slung across his hip.

Leave guns alone, Billy.

Because if you start to use them, you'll never be able to stop.

I'm going to ride back to the train. I'll be gone a few hours.

I'll be gone a few hours.

I don't like lying, Major. It doesn't set well.

You're not exactly lying. You're just not telling the whole story, that's all.

Well, it's the same thing. And I don't know what to do about it.

Well, don't do anything about it.

The minute you tell them that you shot Justice, you're going to have to tell them why.

How in the world can you tell this girl that the man that she loved enough to marry

is nothing but a horse thief?

Well, I wish I hadn't been so quick with the gun.

Well, I saw the man go for his gun.

Yeah, but it could have been a reflex.

Of course it was a reflex action.

Anytime a horse thief gets himself caught, he's going to try to shoot his way out.

He's not going to just hang around and wait for a rope.

Besides, any one of us would have shot him if you hadn't.

So quit blaming yourself, will you?

Afraid I already have.

Keep going back there and do what you can to straighten it out, will you?

You can catch up to us later.

Come on, let's turn in.

Let's go.

Howdy.

Do something for you?

Is he here, Master?

No, he's not here, but I'm in charge.

Where is he?

He's up ahead scouting.

That's because your regular scout's not here.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Mind if I have some coffee?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

What are you looking for, Sheriff?

The truth.

The truth about what?

Don't you know?

I won't know until you tell me.

I'm from Boone Center.

Your scout, McCullough, brought the body of a man in today.

He said that's the way he found him.

Is that right?

I don't think so.

I don't think he was telling me the truth.

What do you want me to tell you?

All you know.

I've got enough on McCullough to throw a little lynching party for him.

Lynch McCullough for what?

He shot Lou Justice.

Who told you that?

Oh, I've been asking some questions down the line here.

Seems like a lot of folks saw it.

They tell you why?

Yeah.

Sheriff, since when do you hang a man for shooting a horse thief?

When a horse thief's not a horse thief.

Lou Justice never stole a thing in his life.

He did this time.

I saw him steal that horse with my own eyes, just as plain as day.

Yeah?

That's what a lot of people seem to think.

Where are you going?

Back home.

What are you going to do about McCullough and what you found out about him?

Well, I don't think there'll be a lynching party.

Unless I rile up the people.

And I'm not aiming to do that.

You know, Sheriff, that's a real smart idea.

Because I'd sure hate to hear about a lynching party in Boone Center.

There's about 150 men on this train with rifles that hate to hear the same thing.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

I hope you understand me.

I mean to get at the truth of this thing, one way or another.

Let's go.

Is anybody here?

Oh, uh, could you take care of my horse for me?

Yeah, that's our business.

I'll come by and get him in the morning.

Where are you staying tonight?

I'm with Allie's.

Allie's?

You think that's a good idea?

I mean, folks talk in a small town.

Well, with my horse here, I don't even have to worry about it.

I mean, I don't even have to worry about it.

I mean, I don't even have to worry about it.

I mean, I don't even have to worry about it.

I mean, I don't even have to worry about it.

Well, with my horse here, I don't even think they'll know where I am.

How long are you going to be staying?

Just as long as she needs me.

Night.

Ira!

Here, I got enough food in this basket last year for another day.

Another day?

Yeah.

That wagon train scout hangs around any longer than tomorrow.

Might be a good idea for you to really get out of town for a while.

Come on.

Bud.

What do you want, Fred?

I just paid a visit to that wagon train.

That so?

Yes, I thought you'd like to know.

They told me how your brother got killed.

Seems like quite a few folks saw it happen.

Get out of here.

Bert!

I said, get out of here!

What is the matter with you? He's a friend.

Is he, Allie?

I wonder if you'll still think so when I tell you he's the one that shot Lou.

Why don't you keep your mouth shut?

He shot him, Allie, because he caught him stealing one of his horses.

Sheriff, I should have known you had something to do with this.

I told Bert what I found out at your camp, if that's what you mean.

That's exactly what I mean.

Don't you think Allie's been hurt enough for one day?

Anytime a man gets killed, it's up to me to find out how and why.

Now, I can't do that if the truth ain't brought out in the open.

Sometimes the truth hurts, and I'm sorry for that.

So am I.

But there's just no other way to do my job.

Come on, Bert.

I don't want any more trouble here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Allie, last night I was about to ride into town to pay you a visit

when one of the men on the train shouted that someone was trying to steal a horse.

I ran out to the picket line,

and when I got there, there was a man leading a horse away from the others at a dead run.

I fired a shot up into the air and warned him to stop.

He stopped, but he went for his gun.

So I shot him.

I found out who he was when I went through his pockets.

I don't know what else to say, Allie, except that I'm sorry.

It isn't true.

But Lou never stole anything in his life.

He wouldn't.

He couldn't.

I know that this is hard for you to accept,

but there are all the witnesses that you'd care to talk to.

My husband is not a horse thief.

I don't care what you saw.

I don't care what any man, woman, or child on that wagon train saw.

He did not do such a thing.

Don't you think I've asked myself over and over again from every angle

why he should steal when he had so much to lose and so little to gain?

I admit it, it doesn't make sense.

But don't ask me to deny what I saw.

You saw it wrong.

I've told you the truth, Allie.

There's nothing more to say.

I don't believe it.

You saw Lou stealing a horse, but he wasn't stealing a horse.

Somewhere there's an answer.

All right.

You tell me.

Why should he come to the wagon train?

Why should he lead a horse away from the others?

Why shouldn't he stop when I call him?

I don't know.

Why?

I don't know.

There had to be a reason.

There had to be.

There had to be.

Allie.

Allie.

Allie.

All right.

Hi, Billy.

Hi.

Billy, wait a minute. I just want to talk...

To McCullough.

Hold up a minute, will you?

Are you going in there?

That's where my horse is.

Well, I think I'd better go in with you. I don't want any trouble.

Suit yourself.

Sheriff.

Yes, sir?

I've got a letter for you.

What is it?

I don't want any trouble.

Suit yourself.

Sheriff.

What do you think of this?

I mean, how do you figure Lou Justice stealing horses?

I don't believe it.

Then you think all those folks at the wagon train were lying.

Nope.

They believed what they said they saw.

Well, then what does that mean?

Something that wasn't true.

Reminds me of a story I heard once about a fellow called the Headless Horseman.

Folks all swore he was riding around the countryside at night, carrying his head under his arm.

But he wasn't.

It was just a pumpkin.

And you think there's a pumpkin in this?

Somehow.

But then I guess more than one man's been convicted for what it looked like he was doing.

Billy.

McCullough, I'm only going to tell you once. Stay away from this boy.

I just want to talk to him.

Well, he don't want to talk to you.

Billy, I'd like to talk to you about last night.

You see, McCullough, he don't want to talk to you.

And I don't want to talk to you either.

Well, you had plenty to say last night, and you didn't care who heard it.

I just said the truth.

And you believe it?

That you shot Lou?

Yeah.

Well, what about the horse?

Well, I don't know about that.

You don't know?

What are you going to do? Believe half the story, the half that you want to believe?

Allie will stake her life that Lou had no reason to steal the horse.

And from what I've learned of the man, it doesn't make any sense to me either.

But now that it's public information...

I guess asking a few more questions isn't going to hurt.

Bert.

Anybody.

Hey, Bert, I saw you come in with some new horses yesterday.

You mind if I take a look at them?

Yeah, go ahead, Joe.

I'm afraid that mirror of mine just about went broke.

What?

It's not in your mind.

Sit down.

I was just wondering if you'd come to any conclusions.

Such as?

Such as, uh...

Maybe you didn't see what you thought you saw.

I think there's a pumpkin if that's what you mean.

Funny thing about brothers sometimes.

Both have the same upbringing.

One turns out good, the other goes sour.

One has position, respect, pretty wife.

Maybe it's the pretty wife that hurts.

What are you getting at?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

I haven't got time for riddles, Sheriff.

I thought maybe you'd figure out a couple of answers.

Why should I?

Because that's the kind of man you are.

You've got a conscience.

I know what's going through your head.

You think you made a mistake.

You think you shot too soon.

You're the kind of man that has to find out.

If I was wrong, you'd arrest me.

If you had, I will.

But we're both stewing about the same thing.

Let's stew together.

The Judges are a fine old family.

Now that's a good place to look for a black sheep.

The question in my mind is,

which one's a black sheep?

Lou or Bert?

You sure there is one?

Don't close your mind to that possibility.

Do you know something I don't know?

Not yet.

Then what are you getting at?

Suspicions.

Just suspicions.

Suspicions aren't evidence.

You were talking about the black sheep.

You were talking to Mrs. Justice.

Did she say anything?

She thinks her husband's innocent.

And Bert?

She's very fond of him.

What are you driving at?

I want to clear Lou's name.

At Bert's expense?

Only if Bert's in the wrong.

Let me tell you something about Lou Justice.

He was always for the underdog.

Anybody within a hundred miles of here

who needed help could come to Lou.

He spent a year of his life once

getting a man out of jail

who was in on a bad charge.

Me.

He's everything I said he was, isn't he?

Seems to be.

Make you a good deal.

Don't rush me now. Bert, let me run him first.

That's not necessary, George.

It is when it's my money.

Come on.

Where do you think he's heading in such a hurry?

Wherever it is, he'll be smart if he keeps on going.

Now, don't blame me for not liking him.

Why should I like him? He killed my brother, didn't he?

Now, he's meddling around saying he's only trying to clear Lou's name.

What's it to him anyway? He's got nothing to gain by it.

I'll go along with you there.

But it appears to me if I was him, I'd rather believe I shot a man for horse stealing

than to believe I killed him for no good reason.

That's a mighty hard thing for a man to live with.

Hey, Flint, you got back sooner than I expected you.

Yeah, but I'm not back to stay.

I've stumbled on something that might prove that Lou Justice wasn't stealing that horse at all.

Well, just what in tarnation do you think he was doing?

I think he was running the horse to check its wind.

I think he thought he was buying all it.

Where did you get this idea?

That's the way everything looks. I want to talk to the man that yelled thief. Who was he?

Well, he was...

Well, he was standing right back there. I saw him. He...

Well, what's his name?

By golly, you know, I don't think I do remember.

You know who it was, Bill?

No, I don't... I don't think so.

Charlie, you were standing right next to him. Who was he?

Yeah, I saw him. He was standing right down by the supply wagon.

Well, what was his name?

Well, I don't know.

Well, he had to come from the train.

Maybe not. If he didn't belong on the wagon train, why was he doing here anyway?

Lou Justice doesn't belong to the train.

And by golly, Flint,

maybe you got something there.

There isn't any one of us that wouldn't recognize and be able to call by name

any man on this train if we got a good look at him.

Trouble is,

we were thinking more about what this fella said than who said it.

That's right.

Well, if he wasn't supposed to be on the train, why was he here?

To do just what he did, cry thief.

By golly, this is beginning to make sense.

It does?

Yes, sir. I'm beginning to follow you.

One man figures he's here to buy a horse,

and another man tells us that he's stealing.

And we go rushing out expecting to see a horse thief, and that's exactly what we see.

We do?

Yeah, we did.

Well, Flint, he drew his gun.

Wouldn't you? I mean, if I fired first?

Well, Bill, you said yourself this fella didn't look much like a horse thief.

Yeah, I guess it did.

You know, Flint, I think you got something here.

There are a lot of pieces in this puzzle, but they don't seem to fall into place.

Flint, are you sure you want those pieces to fall into place?

What?

You know what it's going to do, don't you?

Yeah, I know.

But it's going to mean a lot more to somebody else,

and I owe it to her.

You want any help?

No.

All right, we'll see you when we see you.

Good luck.

Mom?

Is Uncle Flint coming back?

Yes.

Why?

Just wondered.

Howdy, Bert.

Oh, we got rid of you.

No, I just had to ride back to training.

Tell the wagon master I was quit my job.

What do you mean, quit?

I said I'm going to stay here for a while.

You got no business here?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it business, but I'm planning to settle down here.

Might even get married.

Married? That's right. That's the intention.

What are you talking about?

Allie. I'm planning on asking Allie to marry me.

What?

Well, not right away, of course.

I'm going to wait a respectable period of time.

You better forget about her, McCullough.

And about staying around here.

No, I'm afraid I've made up my mind.

And after Allie and I are married, I hope you'll see fit to be more friendly.

She ain't going to marry you.

I think that's up to her, isn't it?

I mean, you got nothing to say about it.

Maybe I do.

You don't think she'd marry you, do you?

Why wouldn't she?

I think Allie'd prefer a man who could stand on his own two feet.

Now, you're talking just like him.

Like who? Lou?

Yeah, Lou.

Guess you got mighty tired of being Lou Justice's little brother, huh?

But I'm not as stupid as he thought I was.

And that's another reason you ain't going to hang around here and get in my way.

We'll see about that.

Yeah, we'll see.

I want the truth out of you, so talk or I'll break your shoulder.

You knew Lou always ran a horse before he bought it, didn't you?

So you planted iron, you made him yell, thief, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yes, yes.

Answer or I'll break your shoulder, didn't you?

I told you there was a pumpkin somewhere.

I'd have another name for him, Sheriff.

I knew if I let you go, you'd have to pay for it.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I'm sorry.

I'd have another name for him, Sheriff.

I knew if I let you bird dog him long enough, he'd corner himself.

I don't know how anybody could hate Lou that much.

Not even him.

He's done a pretty good job.

I guess the more you do for some folks, the more they hate you for it.

Come on, Al.

Al!

Al, come on.

Come on.

Billy, there's only one thing worse than shooting a man down.

That's to shoot him in the back.

Thank you, Fred.

Glad to, Ali.

So long, McCullough.

I, uh, thought it was best I didn't come to the funeral, Ali.

I just thought I'd wait around to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

If there was something that I could do, I'd be glad to stay.

Every time I looked at you, I'd have to think how...

How useless it all was.

Maybe later...

Time will take care of things.

Maybe in a few years...

Yeah, in a few years.

Ali, uh...

If in a few years you decide that maybe you could forgive me,

I'd appreciate it very much if you'd somehow try and let me know.

Billy?

We should try to understand Flint.

Why should we?

Because he didn't do anything wrong.

Not on purpose.

Bert's the guilty one.

Bert pulled that trigger.

We haven't been very fair to Flint, Billy.

In spite of everything,

he gave us back the memory of your father as we knew him.

That's something you can build your whole life on.

And he paid a terrible price to give it to us.

And he's gonna go on paying

until the day that somehow he can forgive himself.

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