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Matthew?

Matt?

Matt.

Come on, Matt. I been riding for two days.

Either you're here or you're not.

Brisco.

Well, for a doctor, you got some place here.

Where have you been?

Oh, how wonderful for you to make it, Brisco.

How nice to see you!

I'm sorry, Brisk. Thanks for coming.

Come here!

Let's get a good look at you.

So? How's the wild west treating you?

I don't know.

I think I should have taken your advice

and never left Boston.

Since when have you ever followed my advice?

I'm in big trouble this time, Brisk.

Uh-huh. Last time I heard that, let's see,

it was in our dorm room...

you're covered with water,

having just sunk the Harvard crew.

That was an accident.

Mm-mm. Not according to the rowing coach, it wasn't.

This is serious, Brisk.

I'm scared.

Ah, come on, Matt.

We had to dodge a few bullets in college, didn't we?

You just need to learn how to dodge them out here, that's all.

Cheers. Uhh!

I didn't mean real bullets!

I didn't do anything, Brisk!

I swear to God!

This whole town's gone berserk!

[GUNS COCK]

Dr. Carter, you under arrest for murder.

Get him out of here.

You! You a friend of his?

He's my lawyer.

I am?

Sheriff Bumper W. Crosswait.

Nice doing business with you, counselor.

[POUNDING GAVEL]

Alright, Bart, shut down the taps.

Everybody, sit down.

Shut up.

Shut the hell up!

This court is in session.

You ready to go, Dwayne?

The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.

Doc. Where's your lawyer?

Um...well--

Now, hold it right there!

Well, we're holding it.

What would you like us to do with it?

You can't hold a murder trial

in a saloon!

Cafe.

I can if my courtroom's being painted.

Now sit down.

Mr. County here is my lawyer.

Matt, we need to talk about that.

We need to get on with this trial.

Are you a lawyer or not?

I am.

Where'd you go to school?

Harvard.

Good enough. Now sit down. Let's get on with this.

Your Honor, I haven't handled a criminal case

in five years.

Duly noted. Now sit, Harvard.

It's Dwayne's turn. Dwayne...

Thank you, Judge Gatt.

Gentlemen of the jury,

the prosecution will show

that Dr. Matthew Carter

had the opportunity,

the means, and the motive

and, indeed,

did murder one of Crowville's leading citizens,

the honorable...

Potter S. Crow.

My condolences, Mrs. Crow.

I thank you.

Very nice, Dwayne. Succinct and to the point.

Harvard...

Matt, I can't do this.

What are you talking about?

Gentlemen, can we get on with this trial?

Ain't no need for a trial, Silo.

Let's just hang him and get done with it.

Yeah! Yeah!

[GAVEL POUNDING]

Can it, Bewtell.

I don't want any lynch mob mentality in here.

You got something to shout about,

you go on out to that ranch of yours

and yell at your heifers!

[POUNDS GAVEL]

Otherwise, I'll clear this saloon.

Cafe.

Harvard, you got an opening statement?

Well, uh...no.

Good enough. Dwayne, call your first witness.

If you don't defend me, I'm going to hang.

Uh, Your Honor...

What now?

If I am going to defend Dr. Carter,

then under the rules of discovery,

I am entitled to examine all evidence

and to be presented with a list of witnesses

prior to the proceedings!

I guess they taught me a few things at Yale,

thank you.

Yes, sir.

One thing nobody had to teach me

was a sense of justice.

Now, you're in my court, Harvard.

You don't have to dazzle me with the law

'cause I'm going to always side with justice.

Dwayne, he's got a right to look over what you got on the doc.

You shown him it yet?

He just walked in here five minutes ago.

Well, do it and let's get it over with.

[POUNDS GAVEL] Alright. This court is in recess

until Harvard here gets his ducks in a row.

That'll be noon tomorrow. Bar's open!

[POUNDS GAVEL]

[CHEERING]

Read 'em and weep.

Thanks, Brisco.

Uh, Matt, this is only temporary.

I-I'll have you a better lawyer by tonight.

I don't want a better lawyer. I got you.

Excuse me, Sheriff,

I wonder if I could have a few minutes with Matthew?

Nope.

You know, I do have the right to talk to my client.

Yeah, well, you must have me mixed up

with someone who cares.

Well, I guess I'll just have to file

for a mistrial,

and I'll have my client

out of your bad excuse for a town by tomorrow.

Eddie, you take the doc in and lock him up.

Mr. Country--

County.

Country...

and I have some things to get straight.

Matthew, I'll be right there.

This will only take a minute.

Ah!

Oh!

Now, that's just to get your attention.

You listen, and you listen good.

Unh!

We don't need no... back east know-it-all

to come here and tell us our business.

We got a dead man, we got the man who did it.

Ain't nothing you can do that's gonna stop justice

from being served.

Well, I'm glad to see

you're so open-minded--

Unh!

Come noon tomorrow,

you let your man get found guilty

or, uh...

or...

Else?

Yeah! Else.

Unh!

Heh heh heh heh heh heh.

Yeah. Heh heh.

Yeah. Or...else.

Hah hah hah hah!

We got a thing in this country

called the U.S. Constitution.

I heard of it.

Well, that's good.

Because that means I'm going to see my client...now.

Get him out of here.

[GRUNTING]

Aah!

Uhh!

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[CLANGING]

Mm. You got five minutes.

[MOANING]

Nothing's broken.

Yeah, not yet, anyway. Ow!

Sorry, Brisk.

Alright.

Now do you mind telling me

what's going on around here?

Well...when they found Crow's body,

you know, the rumors, they just started flying.

Then somebody said they saw me running from the scene.

They said that I got in a big fight with Crow

and I threatened him.

Well, did ya?

W-We had our differences now and then.

But Brisco, he's the one I wrote you about.

He's the reason I left Boston General and came here.

Wait a minute.

He's the money behind that dream lab of yours?

It's incredible, Brisco.

Every time I walk in there,

I feel like I got a foot in the future.

It's--it's like the--

The coming thing. Yeah.

So you still seeing patients?

Oh, yeah, yeah. But it's my research in the lab

that is, uh, keeping me here.

Sounds like Potter knew how to get his hooks into you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Me and everybody else.

You either loved him or hated him around here.

Why is that?

It's the way he did business.

If he couldn't get you by enticing you,

he'd play dirty.

He'd try to get something on you.

He'd try to manipulate you,

and bend the rules till he broke you.

You know anybody he did that to?

Half the town. People like Bart Lewis,

Bewtell Ogilvey.

Even Sheriff Bumper had trouble with Crow for years.

Yeah, but you're the one they want you swinging from the gallows.

That's 'cause I'm the outsider,

somebody they can blame.

Alright. So you got an alibi?

I went out for a walk...

alone.

Oh, come on, Matt, you got to give me something!

I didn't kill him!

Well, try and convince the jury of that.

Then why don't you ask them why would I kill a man

who's gonna be dead in a month?

What?

Subacute bacterial endocarditis.

It's a heart condition. It's terminal.

It's all in his medical records.

You have his medical records?

In my office. Will that do it?

That is one hell of a start.

[WHINING]

Shh.

[ARF ARF]

Hey, go away.

Git!

Even the dogs have an attitude in this town.

Hmm, very fancy.

[COCKS GUN]

[GASPS]

Let go of me!

Get off!

I thought things felt a little soft.

You're Matthew's lawyer.

Brisco County Jr.

Charlotte Ketchum, Dr. Carter's nurse.

I'm sorry. I thought you were a thief.

Oh, sorry to disappoint you.

I'm not too disappointed at the moment.

I, uh, I came to get a file for Matt.

I didn't have a key.

I--I guess we should get up.

Is there something in Mr. Crow's file

that'll help Dr. Carter?

Yeah, that's what we're hoping.

I can't believe all this is happening.

How long have you known Matt?

Only six months,

but I can tell he is not a murderer.

Yeah, he's an old friend of mine.

You don't have to tell me that.

That's funny.

Why would somebody steal Mr. Crow's file?

Because that was Matt's only alibi.

Grab that side.

A little heavy.

MAN: You got it.

Hmm...Excuse me. I'm in Crowville, aren't I?

Not anymore.

Socrates. What are you doing here?

You sent for me.

I didn't mean you.

I meant a real lawyer.

This is a murder trial.

[VOICES]

What's that, a welcoming committee?

Uh, no.

That's a lynch mob.

[HOLLERING]

Keep that law book up front, Socrates.

Right now, we stand for law and order.

Uh, it's not a law book.

It's Pudd'nhead Wilson.

Let me do the talking.

Bumper W.?

Bumper W.?

MAN: Get him out!

SECOND MAN: Come on, Sheriff!

Thank God. The sheriff.

Here to take care of business.

Is that so, Bewtell?

That's so, Bumper W.

You take care of whatever you like.

My shift is over.

Goodnight, all.

Let's go!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

There he is.

Get him!

This is insane, Bewtell.

You don't know what you're doing.

I think I do.

Alright, hold it right there,

all you back-water, oat-head, chicken-kicking piles of hayseed.

You talking to us?

That's right.

I want you to meet

Matthew Carter's new attorney, Socrates Poole.

He's here to insure that Matthew gets a fair trial,

and I'm here to insure that he gets the chance.

Six bullets ain't gonna stop us.

I reload pretty quick.

You're not going to shoot all these men.

You hear that?

Let's hang him!

No!

BRISCO: Hey! Hey! Matt!

Sorry.Matt!

Brisco!

Get him up there!

Turn around. Get out of the way!

Move it!

BRISCO: I'm coming, Matt!

Get out of here!

Move it!

Get out of the way!

I think if anybody wants to see my husband's killer hang,

it's me.

You stay out of this, Cassie!

I can't do that, Bewtell.

You've stirred up these folks enough.

Your husband built this town.

It's the least we can do.

Oh, don't do me any favors.

You should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Do you really want a man's death on your hands?

Bewtell, this isn't for Potter's memory,

and you know it.

We're doing what's right.

By hanging an innocent man?

Because that's what he is

until 12 men on a jury say different.

You can't get rid of evil

by making more evil.

Now, go on home, all of you.

There won't be any hanging tonight.

This ain't ending here, Cassie.

Goodnight, Bewtell.

Goodnight.

That was a heck of a shot, Mrs. Crow.

Thank you.

I'll see you in court.

Alright. Come on down out of there, Carter.

Party's over.

Come on, Matt.

You going to protect him, Sheriff?

I'll do my best, counselor.

Mrs. Crow?

I don't think we've met.

I'm Brisco County Jr.

This is my associate Socrates Poole.

Sorry about your husband.

Don't be.

My husband wasn't a saint, Mr. County.

You'll learn that soon enough.

In the end, even I couldn't bear the man.

But I didn't kill him.

I'm not suggesting you did.

You will.

Goodnight, Mr. County.

Mr. Poole.

Interesting town.

Are you looking for something in particular in that newspaper?

Local news can tell you a lot about a community.

For example, did you know

that there's a mortician's convention in town?

Yeah. That's what they told me

when I tried to get you your own room.

Oh, I don't mind sharing.

Soc, the first thing to do

is to find more likely suspects.

Mmm. Mmm.

[GLUG GLUG]

[GARGLING]

Yeah, I agree.

I just think we need to find out more

about this Bewtell character.

[SPITS] Look, would you mind helping me

with the mattress?

What?

The mattress.

I want to put my trousers under the bed

to keep them pressed.

You do this every night?

Well, yeah, pretty much.

There. Thanks.

Now, why Bewtell?

Well, something Potter Crow's widow said tonight

made me think that Bewtell

might have ulterior motives to see Matt hang.

Like what?

I don't know.

Well, then...

first thing in the morning,

let's find out.

Uh.

Socrates...

before you get married...

What?

Never mind.

[MOANING]

I don't snore.

You not only snore,

you make these little gurgling noises.

You had to be dreaming.

No because I was up all night

reading Pudd'nhead Wilson because of you.

Good book, isn't it?

Actually it's pretty interesting

how all of our fingers are different.

No, don't tell me!

I haven't got to that part yet!

Alright. Let's clear the street.

We got cattle moving in.

Well, if it isn't the man of the hour.

You want to cross the street,

you better get a move on.

I got 50 head coming through.

Then again, you might want to just stand in the street, counselor.

Sounds like you're as anxious to get rid of me

as you are Matthew.

I'm anxious to get this town back to normal.

If that means a hanging, so be it.

Alright! Bring 'em through!

Hey, hey! Get out of there!

You Okay?

I guess when I fall, I fall hard.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough.

Oh, I don't mind rough...

if it's with the right intention.

Are you married, Mr. Country?

County.

No, I'm not.

Oh.

Involved, I suppose.

Not at the moment.

Neither am I.

I'm surprised.

Don't be.

There aren't a lot of available men around here.

What about Matthew?

Why would you ask that?

I've known him all my life. He's a good man.

He's taken.

Oh, well, I guess that's just about everything.

Thank you for your help, Mr. County.

Anytime.

Oh!

[MOO]

Prosecution calls Rufus Wells.

I'm walking by the Crow house,

and I hear Potter Crow from inside shout,

"Carter, don't do it!"

Well, wasn't there something about "Don't kill me"?

Objection! Objection!

What is this, fellas, choir practice?

Mr. Melon is clearly leading the witness.

He's helpin' him remember.

Go ahead, Dwayne.

Rufus...

what did you hear Potter Crow shout?

"Carter, don't do it.

Don't kill me!"

Bang!

Opportunity.

Mr. McKenzie, directing your attention

to your store ledger for May 19,

would you tell the court precisely

what did Dr. Matthew Carter

charge to his account on that day.

Uh...

a Derringer pistol.

Well, I'm sure we all remember

that Potter Crow was killed by a Derringer.

A Derringer dropped when his murderer panicked...

and took flight.

Your witness, counselor.

Allow me, Soc.

I got this one nailed.

Now, Mr. McKenzie,

how many years have you been in business?

22 years.

Mm-hmm.

And in all those years,

could you tell us, please,

how many Derringers you've sold

to the folks here in town.

Just sort of round it off.

Goose egg.

I beg your pardon?

Zero.

Not one.

Except to him, of course.

Most men when they want a pistol

they go for a Colt or some such.

Your Derringer's more of a girlie gun.

When you and I talked, you told me that you had sold...

That I sold dozens and dozens.

Yes, sir. So which is it?

Were you lying yesterday,

or are you lying today?

I was lying yesterday.

I thought you was going to buy a Derringer.

Why would I go and tell you nobody ever does?

Except for him, of course.

No further questions, Your Honor.

I bought the Derringer for Cassie.

So why didn't you tell us?

I don't know.

She just wanted something to scare off Potter

when he went into one of his rages.

Why didn't she buy the gun herself?

Because she thought McKenzie would tell him.

She set you up, Matthew.

No, she didn't.

Why are you being so blind?

What are you trying to do?

I'm trying to save your life!

You're trying to save my life by destroying hers?

Is that it?

You don't know anything about Cassie's life.

You don't know how lonely she was.

How--how Potter trapped her.

Their marriage was a deal-- an arrangement.

Potter wanted her and he got her.

You're in love with Cassie Crow.

Yes...

and she's in love with me.

But we didn't kill him, Brisco.

We didn't kill him.

If the prosecution finds out about this,

we're dead.

You got any other bombshells to drop on us?

Hold that thought.

Unh!

Sheriff Bumper!

Unh!

Unh!

Uhh.

Unh!

Unh.

It's no use!

[WHISTLES]

Comet! Come here, boy!

[WHINNIES]

Good boy! Come on! Come on over here.

Attaboy.

SOCRATES: Hurry, Brisco, hurry!

Now, boy!

Okay, get back!

Oh!

After you.

No, you, please.

Move!

Aah!

Get up, Soc!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

What was that all about?

Evidently someone thinks we're going to win this case.

Get in there!

Come on, Sheriff, he's not an animal.

Least you could do is lock him up in a hotel room.

Hotel's all fulled up.

Oh, yeah, the mortician's convention.

I got armed guards on the door,

it's gonna be padlocked,

so don't get any funny ideas.

You two have five minutes.

Now where does it say that I only have five minutes?

Isaid.

That's all you got.

Why only five minutes?

Why not 7 minutes or 10 minutes?

What if I only need three minutes?

Why can't I just talk to my client until I'm through?

Five minutes, Country.

Alright, Matt, come on.

Let's have it.

Let's just put it all on the table.

You know everything, Brisco. I swear.

You got another visitor.

I heard about the explosion, I...

I had to--

It's alright, Cassie.

They know everything.

Oh, Matthew, I'm so scared.

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Everything's going to be alright, I promise.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Cassie, did your husband know about you two?

As far as I know,

he was too busy with Sheriff Bumper to notice us.

Bumper?

Potter'd been trying to get his ranch for years.

Sheriff Bumper has a ranch?

MATTHEW: Those were his cows that came through town today.

Wait a minute. I thought that

those belonged to Bewtell.

Bewtell manages the ranch.

Matt, did you know that Potter was after the sheriff's ranch?

I stayed out of his deals, and he left me alone in my lab.

Left you alone.

You said that you two had troubles before.

Well, when I first arrived,

he had me working on vaccines that were just ludicrous.

How ludicrous?

Hoof-and-mouth disease.

Why hoof-and-mouth?

There hasn't been a reported case in years.

I know. He kept pushing till I convinced him

that the investment of time and money just wouldn't pay.

But you kept working on them?

Yes. I experimented on some active strains in the lab.

Come on, Socrates.

We may have found the motive for Potter Crow's murder.

[SQUISH]

Oh!

No!

It's only mud.

No, it's not.

Oh. My mistake.

Well, well, well.

What have we got here?

What are we doing here, Brisco?

[GUN COCKS]

What you doin'? Cattle rustlin' is what.

Why would we want to rustle a sick herd?

It ain't sick.

They got hoof-and-mouth, Bewtell, and you know it.

What seems to be the trouble, Bewtell?

These jokers.

The trouble here is Potter Crow.

He threatened to kill your herd

unless you sold him your ranch.

I don't know what you're talking about.

But you didn't give in to his demands,

so he infected all your cattle,

which means you're gonna have to destroy them,

and my guess is you're gonna go bankrupt.

That's why the sudden cattle drive today.

You're trying to sell them before anyone finds out.

They ain't sick.

That's why you want a noose around Matthew's neck.

He's the only one who might catch on.

Until now.

You accusin' us of killin' Potter Crow?

You had a pretty good motive.

Why? He was going to do the job for us.

He had a month to live.

Wait a minute.

You knew that?

He told us himself.

This was all going to be

Potter's revenge from the grave.

Yeah. He loved the idea.

Heh. Kill Potter Crow.

Sorry.

I got some more immediate worries,

thanks to him.

Thanks for your time, Sheriff.

What about the cattle?

They're sick, Bewtell.

You can answer that one yourself.

Gentlemen.

Uh, Your Honor...

the prosecution would like to call a last-minute witness.

Titus Miller.

Objection!

That's the fifth time

you've been dancin' today. What now?

Mr. Miller's name is nowhere to be found

on the prosecution's witness list.

How come, Dwayne?

Uh, Your Honor, Mr. Miller's been out of town

stuck breeding his bulls down in Wheatly.

He just came forward with this new testimony last night.

Sir, it was just one bull!

This is the oldest, most nakedly

slimy trick in the history--

Save it. Titus...

Get on up here.

Swear to tell the whole truth,

so help you God-- all that?

Yes, sir.

Park it.

Now, uh...

Titus.

Before he was killed last week,

did Potter Crow visit your telegraph office

and send a telegraph?

Yes, sir.

Alright. Who did he send it to

and what did it say?

He wired a law office in Sacramento.

Uh...

Henderson, Hinkley and Barnes.

Henderson, Hinkley and Barnes...

does that sound familiar?

Mm-mm.

The wire detailed

how Mr. Crow was having a personal problem,

and he needed some legal advice.

But Potter Crow was an attorney.

What kind of legal advice would heneed?

As I understand it,

Henderson, Hinkley and...

And Barnes.

And Barnes, uh...

specialized in probate law.

Probate?

Mr. Crow was considering

writing his wife out of his will.

[AUDIENCE GASPS]

Really?

Did he say why?

He suspected infidelity.

[COMMOTION]

Did he name his wife's suspected paramour?

No, sir...

but he said something odd.

And what was that?

No matter how many apples he ate,

he couldn't keep the doctor away.

[COMMOTION]

Gentlemen of the jury,

I give you motive.

[POUNDS GAVEL] Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet!

Shut the hell up!

Your witness, counselor.

This is bad.

This is very, very bad.

Did you find anything, Soc?

Mm-mm.

Henderson, Hinkley.

Henderson, Hinkley.

I know it's here.

Wait. I know where I saw that.

I need that book.

Where are you going?

I got a lot of work to do.

You going somewhere, Harvard?

Uh, well, yes, sir.

Try and talk him into a recess.

MATTHEW: What is it, Brisk?

Your Honor, at this time I'd like to move--

Harvard, you can't just walk out of here.

Brisco, where are you going?

JUDGE GATT: Order in court!

I know who the murderer is.

Order in court!

Harvard! Get back here!

[POUNDING GAVEL] Harvard!

Harvard!

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I don't know. Come on. We gotta get there.

Let me get a look.

WOMAN: Well, I think they--

[GAVEL POUNDS]

Order, damn it!

Where is he?

Don't worry. He'll be here.

Well, looks like we're all here.

Razzle-dazzle us, gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

Your Honor, at this point,

I would like to thank you

for your consideration and patience--

Get on with it.

Sorry I'm late, Your Honor.

You want to explain what the hell you're up to?

Yes, sir.

With one-- and only one-- witness,

I will prove beyond reasonable doubt

that my client did not kill Potter Crow.

With one witness.

Yes, sir. And I will also prove who did.

Well, get to it then.

I call Dr. Matthew Carter to the stand.

You swear your testimony

will be the whole truth, so help you God?

I do.

Plant it.

Now, Matthew...

you purchased the Derringer

that killed Potter Crow, is that correct?

Yes.

But you did not kill him with it.

No, I did not.

Well, then could you please explain to the jury

how the gun got to the murder scene?

I bought it for Cassie to protect herself against Potter.

He was--he was not well

physically or mentally.

Alright.

So now we know where the gun was before the killing.

But that doesn't tell us

who pulled the trigger, though, does it?

Oh, Harvard, you're gonna have to do

a whole lot better than this.

The Derringer itself will tell us.

Gentlemen...

take a close look at your fingertips.

Those patterns you see...

those loops, whorls, and arches

are yours for life.

They are indelible.

Unalterable.

Unique.

These fingerprints leave oily traces

on objects touched, Your Honor.

Oh, yeah? Says who?

Mark Twain in Pudd'nhead Wilson!

[LAUGHTER]

[GAVEL POUNDS]

Citing fiction at a murder trial?

Boy, you two must be

the dumbest big-city lawyers I ever met.

And Sir Francis Galton, the British anthropologist,

who Mr. Twain was quite familiar with.

He wrote a book last year called Finger Prints.

Nonfiction.

You going to object to this, Dwayne?

I, uh, don't know.

Don't, Dwayne. This is going to get a whole lot better.

Seems to me if you're looking

for these fingerprints on that gun,

you got to know it's been touched

by a couple of dozen folks.

Oh, yes, sir.

The gun is covered with prints.

But not the shell inside.

No one bothered to take it out.

The only prints we're gonna find on that

are the ones that belong to the killer.

Charlotte...

would you come here for a moment?

Do you carry any face powder?

Yes.

May I borrow some?

Certainly.

Thank you.

Now...

following Sir Francis' instructions...

we apply a little powder on the shell...

to bring the print out.

Then we roll the shell on this glass slide,

which has been covered with a gum arabic.

A what?

It's called glue, Dwayne.

That removes the powder

and the print.

I now have one right thumbprint.

Matthew, I'm going to need yours.

Alright, now, ink up.

Your right thumb.

Alright. Now place your print

right in the middle of the slide.

Good. Thank you.

Would somebody please cover the windows?

WOMAN: Oh! MAN: Hey!

Exhibits "A" and "B" for the defense.

On the right, we have the print lifted from the Derringer shell.

And on the left is Matthew's print.

Now you can see very clearly

that they bear no resemblance to one another.

[STAMMERING] That print from the bullet there...

now...you're saying that...

Yes, sir. That belongs to the killer.

And so...

does this.

Exhibit "C."

[WOMAN GASPING]

They're identical.

SECOND WOMAN: Well, look at that. MAN: Oh, my.

[MURMURING]

SECOND MAN: Look at that.

Well, County, don't take all day.

Whose thumbprint is that?

I got it from Cassie Crow.

Brisco!

It's not her thumbprint, however.

She gave it to me

when I asked her for something of her husband's...

something that she never touched.

The print you see there was lifted off of this razor.

So that print and the print on the Derringer's shell

both belong to Potter Crow.

[COURTROOM REACTS]

Are you saying that Potter Crow shot himself?

Well, it's something the sheriff told me

about his last conversation with Crow.

Revenge from the grave.

Potter Crow knew he was dying...

and he wanted to get back

at everybody he felt had wronged him.

He got back at the sheriff and Bewtell

by infecting their herd with hoof-and-mouth disease.

But he had something much more sinister in mind

when he found out about his wife's affair.

He planned a revenge that would spare himself a painful death,

destroy Cassie's only chance for happiness,

and send his rival straight to the gallows.

Alright, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now what about Potter yelling,

"Carter, don't kill me"?

And Carter running away in his doctor's coat

in front of a witness?

And--and the gun found far away from the body?

You telling us that he moved it himself

with a bullet in his head?

No.

He had an accomplice.

Well...who'd go along with a thing like this?

I mean, they'd have to be crazy.

Or lonely.

Wouldn't you agree with that, Charlotte?

What?

Henderson, Hinkley, and Barnes--

They were Potter Crow's attorneys.

So what?

You got a letter from them the other day.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sure, you do. You remember-- the envelope you dropped.

It had quite a bit of money in it.

That was an investment.

An investment...

or payoff?

A payoff to get back at the man you loved...

Matthew Carter...

who was more interested in his work than you...

who fell in love with a married woman

after he looked right past you.

And that was your revenge,

and Potter Crow used you all the way.

Your Honor...

the defense rests.

[COMMOTION]

You don't understand.

I was always there for you, Matthew...

the one who cared about your work...

who watched you struggle... who understood your passion...

I was the one that you were meant to be with,

not some rich, adulterous tramp

who could've cared less about you.

[CLICK]

That's what you think.

Unh!

I believe now the defense can rest.

You saved my life, Brisco.

I wish I could do something more

than just thank you.

Well, I ought to be thanking you

for getting me back into that courtroom again.

Felt pretty good.

Well, I'll probably see you at the 10th reunion, huh?

Uh, yeah, probably...

even though it was last April.

Really? Now, how'd I miss that?

Cassie, you gotta get Matt away from that lab once in a while.

Let him have some fun.

Don't worry, he will.

Thanks, Brisco.

You bet.

We ready to go?

Yep. All set.

You're not hitching up Comet and taking the stage with me?

Socrates, you did a great job,

and I appreciate all your help.

But right now, I need the open trail...

the howl of the coyote...

even an occasional thunderstorm.

I need a good night's sleep, Soc.

I don't snore!

So long.