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(cat meowing, paper thuds against door)

CHUCK: If there's a golden rule in the world today, it's this:

"Ignore thy neighbor."

Which, roughly translated, means "Stay out of my space."

Face it.

It's every man for himself

with, of course, the occasional exception.

Hey, hold the elevator.

Hold it, hold it.

Hold it.

Meet the last good Samaritan.

Everybody off.

What?

Never mind how I know this,

but between this floor and the next floor,

this elevator's going to get stuck.

Now, you're a company president

and you're a claustrophobic actress

and, you, you're,

you're in a hurry because you got to get

to the men's room.

You're going to miss a board meeting, and because of that,

your company's going to be sold out from underneath you,

and because of that, the stock is going to crash,

wiping out thousands of small investors.

And you,

you're gonna go on stage tonight,

you're gonna forget all your lines.

And you, you...

you're gonna make everything very unpleasant for everyone.

So... get off.

Well, get off!

What a creep. Jerk.

Thank you.

Hey, wait.

(banging)

Hey, anybody out there?

Hey.

(alarm ringing)

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

When are you gonna learn?

Sometimes it's better to just leave things alone

the way they are.

Gare, it's time to face facts.

You have a severe problem.

And what is that?

You care too much.

It's clouding your judgment.

Not to mention it's driving me nuts.

This wouldn't by any chance

have anything to do with money, would it?

Gare, look, you got to face reality.

Okay?

You can't fix everything.

Paper or not, things go wrong every day

and somehow the world survives.

Well, that's easy for you to say, isn't it?

Because I'm sane.

I have this theory about you that you have a gene missing,

the one that makes you see how things really are.

How's that?

It's a jungle out there.

It's a dog-eat-dog world.

Survival of the fittest. (indistinct yelling)

People are animals; think about it.

Hey!

See what I mean. Help!

Hey. Somebody, stop him from taking my bike!

Let go, Jack!

Hey, what do you think you're doing? (horns honking)

You all right, buddy?

What do you think? See?

You're never going to learn, are you? (brakes screeching)

What the hell is that?

(Bonanza theme playing)

(horse neighing, man grunts)

I don't believe it.

You all right?

Ha, better than he, I'll wager.

And you, how about that jaw?

Oh, it's fine. It looked like quite a shot.

From down the street, when I saw your...

noble efforts come to naught,

I borrowed the steed and came in pursuit.

Oh, thanks. Oh, don't mention it, sir.

It's the very least I could do

being a fellow lawman myself.

You a cop?

No, no, not at at moment, sir.

Though, though I have worn a badge in my day.

Oh, Masterson's the name, William Masterson.

Call me Bat.

And you?

Uh... Gary Hobson.

Uh-huh.

This is Chuck. Fishman.

Chuck.

You say Bat Masterson?

Yes, sir. As in the cowboy

from the old West, the sheriff of Dodge City?

Oh, he's heard of me.

Probably thought I was dead, no doubt, huh?

Well, now, gentlemen...

shall we return horse and wheel to their owners?

Come along, girl, well done.

That's a good girl.

He thinks he's Bat Masterson.

MASTERSON: To valor.

Whatever you say.

Wyatt Earp said that courage is 90% conviction

and ten percent plain foolishness.

But then Wyatt said many things in his time,

as you probably know.

So you've read a lot about Wyatt?

Read about him?

Hell, I knew him.

I was privileged to enjoy his friendship.

And that was what?

Like, a 100 years ago or so?

More or less.

Gare, get the net.

What was that?

Nothing.

Look, Mr. Masterson...

Oh, no, Bat... Bat.

Bat.

MASTERSON: Bat. Bat.

Bat.

Forgive me for saying so, but it seems to me

that you're not... well, you're not old enough to...

To have ridden with Wyatt?

Yes.

You're not the first one to notice that.

I bet, Bat.

I appreciate your skepticism.

Truth be told, most folks think I'm...

But they, of course, wonder

about the derby, the stick.

And when they ask you about the... the derby and the stick,

what-what is it that you, uh, tell them?

The truth-- life is full of improbables.

And who's to say what is or isn't?

You know, somehow I sense that you,

in particular, would understand that.

Am I correct?

CHUCK: Are you nuts?

Look, I don't want to like, um, pop your balloon or anything,

but this whole thing's

just a bit bizarre.

Am I correct?

I... I... I...

Well, a trip to the gents, then I'm heading homeward.

Gentlemen, I've enjoyed our little chat.

I... I... I got this.

Well, thank you, sir.

Okay, Gare. Come on, let's get out of here.

Wait, where are you going?

I'm gonna get as far away from this coo-coo as possible.

No. Wait a minute now. Why? Wait for what? The guy's out of his mind.

His elevator doesn't go all the way up to the top.

No, look, there's something special about this guy.

Don't start, all right? He's not your problem.

I'm going with him. Where?

He's gonna go home.

I'm gonna... I'll go with him.

I'll make sure he gets there okay.

Okay, fine, you do that,

but please just take my advice, huh?

What? Get out of Dodge, now.

Here we are-- home.

Just temporarily of course.

The Wilkes-- it's a loony bin, right?

Keep the change.

You see what I have to put up with?

How long have you lived here?

Almost ten years.

Shall we go in?

Too long.

Dr. Pritchard to ward two, room seven.

It's not palatial as you can see,

but it has its amenities-- a dignified quiet.

You!

Ah, Jonathan.

Been out again, have you?

Why? Was I missed?

Have I had visitors?

Yeah. The Lone Ranger and Tonto.

You sneak out on me again,

and I am gonna lock you up.

Do you understand me? Ow!

May I remind you, my good man,

that my sojourn here

Ow. is entirely voluntary.

Yeah, that's great. Just-just let go.

Jonathan, Mr. Murphy needs help in the kitchen.

I'll see Sheriff Masterson to his room.

Crazy coot.

Oh, Lily.

Welcome home, Bat.

We were worried about you.

Miss Langtree, permit me to it introduce Mr. Hobson,

a fellow dabbler in the law.

Miss Langtree is the proprietor

of this establishment

and a dear friend as well.

Mr. Hobson.

Miss Langtree?

Feinstein will do. Barbra Feinstein.

Sheriff, I wonder if I might have a moment with Mr. Hobson.

It's a matter of some importance.

Oh, well, feel free.

I'll wash off the dust

and later, we'll share a glass of brandy to stem the cold.

Of course. Excuse me.

He's quite a character.

In my office. Now.

What was it this time?

Beg your pardon?

Stolen car?

Barroom brawl?

He borrowed a horse actually.

I mean, everything turned out all right, really.

Who is he? I mean, other than...

Who he is is none of your business, Mr. Hobson.

The question is: Who are you?

Look, I'm not a bad guy.

You're just a concerned citizen; is that it?

You might say that.

Well, if that's the case,

you can fulfill your civic duty by leaving.

Sideshow's over.

You don't have much faith in human nature, do you?

I'm a doctor, Mr. Hobson.

I leave faith to the clergy.

Are we done?

So she threw you out.

Do you blame her?

That's right, take her side.

Well, she is a doctor.

Maybe she knows what she's doing.

Maybe so, maybe not.

Why this sudden curiosity about someone you've never met before?

I don't know. It just doesn't add up.

I mean... I know the guy's crazy,

but somehow he's...

he's not.

Well, that clears things up.

What do you suppose happens to someone

to make them want to be someone else?

I don't know.

Two of hearts.

Neither do I.

But I do know what it's like to be told you're crazy every day.

And that qualifies you to help?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's none of my business.

Probably not.

Four of diamonds.

Nothing I can do about it anyway.

Not a thing.

Gin.

Makes five in a row.

Yeah.

(distant horns honking)

He's back.

(cat meowing) (paper thuds against door)

See ya.

(elevator bell dings)

Sir, good morning.

Morning. Oh, uh, Mr. Hobson,

um, there's someone to see you.

Morning.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought if you were riding,

maybe we'd ride together.

How did you find me?

Not a difficult task.

In my day, I tracked men for hundreds of miles

without losing their trail.

Why did you find me?

Ah, direct and to the point.

I admire that, son.

The fact is I need your assistance for a matter

that requires our immediate attention.

Our attention?

The first time I laid eyes on Wyatt,

I knew it was wise to align myself with such a man.

I have the same instinct with you.

Look, that's all great, but I'm not a lawman.

So said Wyatt and yet he was.

Have you ever heard of the Clanton gang?

Clanton gang?

You mean the O.K. Corral?

The same.

Blackguards,

all of them.

One of them has returned.

Which one?

Ike, the black sheep, my old nemesis.

He's come back to town.

We have to track him down.

We?

Well, if you're game.

Look, Bat, I'd-I'd love to help you out here,

but I've got business of my own I've got to tend to.

Oh, what is it?

It's kind of a fight. It's, uh...

Oh, my kind of action. I'll come with you.

Oh, no, no, no.

Look, Bat,

Dr. Feinstein, she-she...

I mean, Miss, uh, Langtree...

Yes.

Well, she, uh...

Look, I gotta do this alone.

You understand?

Of course.

Best of luck to you, son.

Well, good.

Well, good, good, good.

And-and the best of luck to you, Bat.

Thank you. Yes.

Oh, give me a holler

if you get into trouble.

I think I already have.

(yelling)

MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Easy, easy, easy.

(groans)

Hey, hey, easy, easy.

I just fixed that table.

Oh.

(grunting)

Can't someone stop this?

What are you, nuts? Somebody could get hurt.

To...

Hey!

(shouting)

Easy, easy, easy. Keep out of it!

You don't want to do this. Look, he's got a knife.

And he's got a knife, too, only he's

gonna pull his out, and he's gonna cut you up pretty bad.

And you're gonna go to jail... Get out!

MAN: Yeah!

MASTERSON: Well, well, well,

just what I like.

A nice friendly game.

Who the hell are you?

I am a personal friend of that man

on the floor.

What is this, Halloween?

You're Wild Bill Hickock, right?

I take that reference to the unseemly Hickock

as a slur on my character.

You have five seconds to take it back.

Oh, you want to have a go? Hey!

(gagging)

Hey!

(groans)

MAN: ...this guy?

Gargle with salt water, sir.

Breathe deeply, my friend.

Now, (coughing)

where were we?

The Clanton gang.

Did I ever tell you, sir, about the time...

The Clanton gang?

That's what he says.

Mostly Ike-- the bad one.

You know what? You're catching it, aren't you?

Catching what?

Whatever he's got.

Gare, one more piece of advice, huh?

Take him home, drop him off, and then get the hell out.

I can't do that.

Why not?

Because we're kind of...

We're... we're ... riding together.

Oh, my God.

Look, he saved my life.

What am I supposed to tell him, huh?

How about "Hasta la vista" or "Happy trails," huh?

Gentlemen, to friends in need.

Oh, sure. Why not?

Speaking of which,

those men in the pool hall...

you didn't know them?

Uh... no, not exactly.

Then would you mind telling me

how you knew they'd be mixing it up?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

(laughing)

That's funny?

It's just so pleasant

to hear someone else say it for a change.

Yeah. Gets you every time, huh?

In any event, it'll make a fine story for my memoirs.

Miss Langtree will love it.

Are you sure that you want

to tell Miss Langtree about this?

Of course.

I tell her everything.

Unless you'd prefer to have that pleasure yourself.

DR. FEINSTEIN: A pool hall?

Well, I didn't take him there. He followed me.

Oh, and that's how you spend your mornings-- shooting pool?

No, I don't spend my mornings shooting pool. I...

Jonathan, where is he now?

In his room, keeping an eye out for Ike Clanton.

Come on.

You're encouraging him, aren't you?

No.

Mr. Hobson, let me explain something

I hoped you already knew.

He's not really Bat Masterson,

and you're not his sidekick,

and Ike Clanton's been dead for a century.

Yeah, I know that. Good.

So why does he think he's alive?

You just don't give up, do you?

I don't know why, but he trusts me.

Now, you tell me, maybe I can help.

And if I don't?

He's here voluntarily.

If you don't tell me, I'll find out for myself.

His real name is Mike Killebrew, and he was a cop.

He was one of Chicago's best, decorated a dozen times.

He had all the instincts of a man born for the job.

Then, one day, he made a mistake.

He walked into an ambush he should have seen coming.

Worse, he brought his partner.

(gunshots)

(sirens wailing)

He recovered in time, but his partner was killed.

He blamed himself.

He tried to come back to the force,

but his mind couldn't handle the grief.

He had no family, so the department sent him here.

Bat Masterson made his first appearance

a short while after that.

Why Bat Masterson?

Sometimes, a person who's lost self-esteem

embraces the identity of someone he most admires.

Bat Masterson was a boyhood idol of his,

so that's who he chose.

That's who he's been for the past ten years--

safe, secure-- up until two weeks ago.

What happened two weeks ago?

I don't know. He won't tell me.

All I know is he's launched into this Ike Clanton fantasy.

That's why he goes out every day-- to look for him.

Maybe that's not so bad.

I mean, maybe, in his own way, that's the way he deals with it.

You a psychiatrist, Mr. Hobson?

Look, you said you wanted to help.

If that's true, you can,

by leaving his treatment to me.

Or are you willing

to be responsible for what happens next?

If you don't mind, I'd like to say good-bye.

I think it's better I do that after you're gone.

What will you say?

I'll tell him you ride alone.

(cat meowing)

What are you looking at?

I just walked away from a man drowning.

(meowing)

"Cowboy."

Bat!

Clanton!

Bat!

You're just in time!

I've got him now. Ike Clanton!

I can finally close on the past.

Where? There!

CONDUCTOR: Next stop, Wilson.

He's gone!

Watch for the closing doors.

Open this door! Open this door!

I demand in the name of the law!

Stop! Stop!

The man is mine! Stop!

Bat!

I lost him.

He slipped from my grasp.

Look. Not... not yours. Ours.

Ours?

But Miss Lily said that you prefer to ride alone.

Well, Miss Lily was wrong.

Oh. Oh, all right, then.

We'll make a plan.

We'll follow him to hell!

Am I right? Yeah.

Killebrew be damned!

Whoa! Wait a second.

Do you mean Mike Killebrew?

You know the name?

Well, yeah.

Then you know what he did.

Well, I, I don't, I don't...

Officer Killebrew was weak.

There's no room for a man like that in our profession.

Where he failed,

we will succeed.

Are you coming or not?

Oh, yeah. Okay.

Here we are.

(train chugging)

Drop it! Are they kidding?

Who pens this nonsense?

You invited him here?

There wasn't a choice.

Does his keeper know about this?

No, not yet.

This is absurd.

William Bonney wasn't like this at all.

How's that, Sheriff?

Billy the Kid.

He was just a punk and a liar.

No one could stand him.

I see. Psst, Gare.

(whispering): She's going to come looking for him.

(whispering): Look, I am not taking him back there.

Not after what happened out there today.

You should've seen him talking about Mike Killebrew.

You mean, talking about himself.

No, not... Well, yeah, in his head, yes.

Look, we're not talking about stray puppies here, okay?

We're talking about a grown schizophrenic.

Believe me, you're going in way over your head.

You know, here's something

that never got out.

When Pat Garrett caught up with Billy,

Jesse James sent Pat

a solid gold flyswatter in gratitude.

It was a damn poetic gesture if you ask me.

I rest my case.

I am not going to send him back to that place to rot.

That's not your decision. Well, then, fine.

We'll let it be his, besides...

it's only for one night.

Yeah, and then what?

Well, and then...

tomorrow, we'll see what happens.

All right.

Well, gentlemen, it's time for bed.

It's time for bed.

Oh, if I may be allowed a blanket or two,

I thought I'd go out on your roof

and sleep under the stars.

In this weather?

You're going to need a lot more than a blanket or two.

Remind me to tell you of the winter of '86

in the Rockies.

No, thank you.

Good night.

Pleasant dreams.

You're gonna be lucky if you live through this night.

(door closes)

Hey, did I tell you

he told me I reminded him of Wyatt Earp?

He told me I reminded him of Pocahontas.

(distant siren wailing)

♪ ♪

Hey, Bat, you asleep?

One eye open all the time.

Hey, listen, about Clanton...

You want to know how I found him.

High time you got curious.

So now you believe me.

Well, I, uh...

Simple police work.

How's that?

Soon as I realized that he'd returned,

it was just a matter of tracking the prey, as it were.

Returned from where?

Every felon carries with him a signature.

Two weeks ago Clanton left his,

and I read it.

Read it where?

All in good time, my friend.

I'll tell you tomorrow

after I report to the proper authorities.

We'll pay a visit to my old friend Officer Crumb.

Good night.

Good night.

ANNOUNCER (on radio): And that's sports.

Turning to the news, there was (cat meows)

a disturbance last night (paper thuds against door)

at a famous Chicago hot spot.

At 11:00, police were summoned to The Warehouse

in West Hastings to quell a disturbance there.

(radio clicks off)

(sighs)

(meows)

Where is he?

Dr. Feinstein.

Where is he?

Uh...

How did you get my address?

Mr. Hobson, I have just about had it with you.

Now, is he here or not?

Come in.

I meant to call you last night.

No, you didn't.

Something happened you should know about.

He saw Ike Clanton.

What?!

He mentioned Mike Killebrew.

Where is he now?

He's on the roof.

There's something you should know.

Something, well, I think something maybe happened,

because he started talking about...

Where on the roof?

He's gone.

Nice work, Dr. Hobson.

Thanks to you, he is about to reenter the world

that drove him to this in the first place.

I don't suppose you have any idea

where he might have gone?

Authorities.

Can I help you?

I believe I know my way around, sir.

Thank you.

I'll get him.

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, I'm here to speak to Detective Crumb, Sergeant.

And you would be?

An old friend, sir.

Sorry, he's busy. Oh...

he'll want to see me.

DR. FEINSTEIN: Sheriff!

Miss Langtree.

Hobson?

I had to tell her, Bat.

Ah, I understand.

You know, Lily, if I didn't know better,

I'd almost say that you were sweet on me.

Bat, you shouldn't be here.

I want you to come home now.

Your concern is touching,

but I'm in no danger here.

This is a house of the law.

Where?

Oh, good morning, Detective.

Mike Killebrew?

Masterson, sir.

Bat Masterson.

What is this? Some kind of a prank

or something?

My friends and I have come to confer with you.

Uh, sure.

Hold my calls.

This way.

Lily.

That who I think it is?

Mm-hmm.

So this is a surprise.

It's been a few years since, uh...

So, uh, how you been getting along?

Well, if it's all right with you, sir,

time being of the essence,

we'll dispense with pleasantries and get right to the point.

Sure, go ahead.

Sir, it's my understanding

that a detective in your department

was ambushed in his home recently.

That's a terrible thing.

Allow me to extend

my sympathies.

So you read about that, huh?

I believe I know who's responsible.

What?

A devil.

A devil that I've pursued for many years

from one territory to the next.

None other than Ike Clanton.

What, the singer? Ike and Tina?

No, he means O.K. Corral, the... I'm quite sure

that a lawman like the detective

knows well of the man, despite his jests.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah.

I know him quite well.

You know, as a matter of fact, you might be right.

I'll run a check on this

Clanton guy... Sir.

With all due respect,

I don't take kindly to the bum's rush.

At least let me finish.

All right, go ahead. Thank you.

Now some years back,

another detective in your department

was gunned down by Clanton.

I know this to be true, though in those days,

he went by another name: Rico Salazar.

Salazar?

I see you remember.

Yeah, I remember.

Bat, who told you about this?

Mike Killebrew.

You talked to him?

No, he contacted me indirectly some weeks later.

Killebrew read about this latest murder,

and he believes that there's a link

between this murder

and the murder of his own partner.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, frankly, I assumed that you'd greet the news

with undue skepticism.

Given Killebrew's medical status,

he's not altogether there, you know.

Nevertheless, the fact remains

that Salazar is on the loose.

Mike, come on!

This was years ago.

No one's even seen Salazar. Bat.

It's Bat.

He's gone.

He left the country years ago.

Can't anybody help him understand that? He's not gone.

He's here.

I'm telling you, he's here, Zeke.

You look and you'll find him.

I'll bet my badge on it.

Excuse me, sir.

What is it?

Well, it's just, uh, we were wondering...

this nutcase the son of a bitch

who let his partner die?

Get out.

I'm just asking.

I said get out!

Look, Mike, I'm sorry.

No, no. No, no, that's,

that's all right.

We've taken up enough of your time.

It's been a long day.

Miss Langtree, gentlemen, till we meet again.

DR. FEINSTEIN: Yes, Detective.

Yes, they were out of line.

I'm sure you will.

How is he?

GARY: I don't know.

FEINSTEIN: This is my fault.

He depends on me.

I never should have let him out of my sight.

I'm not so sure.

What?

Maybe it was a good thing for him to go down there.

Did you even see what happened?

You said it yourself.

He depends on you.

Maybe what he needs is to depend on himself for a change.

What do you know?

You haven't been taking care of him for the past ten years.

You didn't see him when he first arrived.

No, that's true.

I just see him now.

(knocking on door)

If no one objects, I believe I'm heading out for a walk--

a little night air

to clear the head.

No.

What?

From now on, Sheriff, you will be staying in at night.

Jonathan?!

You have no right to make such a request.

I do

if I choose to, and for now, I choose.

Wait a minute.

Jonathan, for the time being, Sheriff Masterson's

out-of-house privileges are suspended.

Well, well.

Well, this is not acceptable, Lily.

JONATHAN: Right this way, my friend.

MASTERSON: Lily?!

Lily!

Lily?! Feinstein, don't do this.

It won't work.

I am simply protecting my patient.

No, you're not protecting anyone.

What you're doing is holding him back.

From a fantasy.

Ike Clanton, Rico Salazar--

it's pure pulp-fiction nonsense.

Yeah, but what if it's not pulp fiction?

Rico Salazar. What if he's right?

And what if he's wrong?

It is just not worth the risk to find out.

Good night, Mr. Hobson.

Oh, no, I'm not leaving.

Trust me, you are.

The question is: Do I have to call the police?

(grunting and thudding)

(male groaning)

DR. FEINSTEIN: Jonathan?

Get some help. Hurry up.

Oh, my God. Was it Bat?

He-He caught me with that cane.

I never saw it coming.

He-He... He said he was gonna call out Clanton.

Oh, God, he's out there on his own.

And he's got a gun.

What?! What gun?

Mine.

(crowd chatter, bell dinging)

(elevator bell dings)

Up early or out late, Mr. Hobson?

Boswell, did I have any messages?

Not that I know of.

How about any visitors?

The-The guy with the derby hat?

No.

All right. Thank you.

FEINSTEIN: Hobson,

I've been calling since dawn.

I thought he might have...

He didn't come back here.

I searched the hospitals.

I searched the homeless shelters.

He didn't come home?

I don't think he will.

(sighs)

Oh, I'm tired.

Funny.

(laughs)

I'm the doctor.

I fix people.

That's my job.

WOMAN: Everything all right here?

I didn't see it.

I didn't see what you did.

He didn't need protecting.

He needed an ally.

(sighs)

Will you find him for me?

Hey, look, I've tried. I...

(cat mewing)

(meowing)

Will you excuse me a moment?

(meowing)

FEINSTEIN: What's going on?

I think I know where to look.

You again?

I need to talk to Crumb.

Where's Mr. Buffalo Bill, out riding the range?

Hey!

Crumb?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wh-What is this?

He found Salazar. Oh, come on, now.

I told you, Salazar's... Look, you were wrong.

Salazar's back in the country.

He's dealing drugs from a warehouse downtown,

and I'll lay odds he's the one

who ambushed your man last month.

Have you got any proof of this, aside from what Killebrew says?

Look, you know Mike Killebrew, not now, then.

He's one of the best, right?

Mike Killebrew makes a connection,

that ought to be enough for you, Crumb.

Yeah, but after what happened...

That doesn't matter.

He's not doing this for himself.

He's doing it for a partner who died ten years ago.

He's trying to find his way back.

Help him, Crumb.

Well.

Okay.

This is good.

Welcome back to America, yes.

CRUMB: All right.

We want men front and back and up on the roof, too.

If Salazar's in there, we're gonna have trouble.

You got it. You two stay here.

FEINSTEIN: Wait. My patient's in there, too.

He has a gun.

If you break in there with all your men, there's no telling

what he might do.

All right, you're calling the shots.

What's next?

GARY (whispering): Bat?

Bat?

What's that?

Freeze!

Get against the wall!

Rico!

You came to the wrong place, my friend.

Salazar?

SALAZAR: Okay, you know who I am, but who are you?

MASTERSON: An old acquaintance.

Drop your weaponry, gentlemen,

and kick it over here, if you please.

Whatever you say.

Mr. Hobson, move away.

Do you remember me, sir?

I don't think so. Should I?

Think back a bit, ten years or so.

Sad. Alas, it would be more fitting if it did.

Nevertheless... (gun chamber cocking)

GARY: Mike, don't do this.

It's not worth it.

I'm sorry, my friend, but accounts must be squared.

All right. Then, listen, what about Mike Killebrew?

Killebrew? He's the one that's gonna take the blame for this.

Perhaps he deserves it.

He killed his partner.

No, that's not true. It wasn't his fault.

Look, no one could have seen it coming.

Is that so?

I was a cop for 20 years.

I knew how it worked.

But I got cocky, arrogant...

I should have seen it coming.

Because of me, my best friend,

Dave Morelli left a widow and three small kids.

I couldn't even kill myself.

Believe that?

I lost my nerve.

Listen to me.

Mike Killebrew can have his life back, the one that was stolen.

But you pull that trigger,

and Salazar's not gonna be the thief.

It's gonna be you.

And that would be a shame.

That would be a shame

because I think a good man's suffered long enough.

Mike, let it go.

The bill's been paid.

(footsteps approaching)

Well, cuff these guys!

All right, let's go.

Right there, sir.

Hands behind your back.

Now move.

Other hand up, sir.

Okay. let's see your hands.

Hold it. Hold it. Hands up.

Come on.

GARY: How's he doing?

He's remembering more of his old life.

He's putting it back together like a puzzle.

Writing it down.

He tells me maybe he'll publish a book.

Hmm. Good.

CHUCK: Like the man said, life is full of improbables.

Who's to say what is and isn't?

A man gets lost, then finds himself again.

Sheriff...

Crazier things have happened.

...how are you?

You're just in time, son.

The Hole-in-the-Wall Gang just road into town.

Huh?

(chuckles)

Oh.

Watch yourself out there.

Chicago's a lot tougher than Dodge City.

Yeah, it's, uh...

Oh. Bat wanted you to have this.

And this.

Tell him I said thank you.

I'm not going to see him.

Good.

Now, go on, get out of here.

You've got a town to protect.

♪ And when the West was very young ♪

♪ There lived a man named Masterson ♪

♪ He wore a cane and derby hat ♪

♪ They called him Bat, Bat Masterson. ♪

(cat meows)