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Thanks, I'm glad you vacations Thank you.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you.

How are you, Samric?

I'm going to go to the painting.

Well, we've toasted the bride and the groom to be,

and we've caused their blushing confusion.

I should say the blushes of my daughter Eleanor

and the confusion of Andy Buchanan.

And we've toasted their happiness

through the generations to come.

Uh, my host, please.

May I propose a toaster?

Be my guest.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I should like to propose a toast

to the father of the bride to be.

Banker extraordinary,

the man who has provided this beautiful evening for us,

our gracious host, Mr. Arnold Eads.

To a long life.

Andy.

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

Mr.

Arnold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mr.

I can't take her.

All right.

What's up?

Hi, little accident.

Come on out and take a look.

All right, son of a bad scratch.

How do we think Mr. Eads will even notice?

The streets.

I thought this was an engagement present

for Eleanor and her father.

I don't know what it's like.

I don't know what it's like.

I don't know what it's like.

I don't know what it's like.

It's Frank Scott, isn't it?

Frank?

I'll tell you, to leave a stable and have it fixed in just a jib.

Come on, Hoss, I can't take away from the party.

Andy, a fella only used to marry Baker's daughter once.

I'll be right back.

Thanks.

Who's that?

Who's there?

I'll get him.

Yes.

Don't worry.

You're going to be all right.

Don't worry.

Oh, it's Frank Scott, wasn't it?

You saw him, didn't you?

Quick.

Don't you worry, now.

Everything's going to be all right.

Here?

It's going to be all right.

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Show looks like this town's in a hanging mood.

Sure does.

That lucky Andy Buchanan engaged to the banker's daughter.

Doesn't have a penny to his name.

Oh, Andy, I wish you didn't have to testify.

My name's Doney.

Of course it is, Eleanor.

Now, Mr Buchanan, you've stated that you and Poss Cartwright heard cries in the night.

And that you rushed up to where Shirley Patrick, this newcomer to Virginia City, was being assaulted, murdered.

And you saw a man leaning over her.

Do you see that man in this courtroom?

Yes, sir, there's no doubt in my mind.

That man, Frank Scott, killed the girl.

That ain't true! He's alive!

Easy, easy, easy.

MUSIC

Silence in the courtroom!

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Mr. Cartwright, you ran to the scene of the murder with Mr. Buchanan, and you also saw the man that killed Shirley Patrick.

Now will you tell us, who was that man?

Well, I was standing sort of behind Andy and I couldn't see too well.

But I, well, I think it was...

Mr. Cartwright, the jury is not interested in what you think, just in what you saw.

Now, was it? Or was it not, Frank Scott?

Well, like I say, I couldn't see too well, but...

Well, it looked like Frank Scott, yes.

It wasn't me!

You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!

I'm just doing this! You're lying!

You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!

He's lying! I told you I didn't do it! I was home with my wife! I was home!

He was home, with me.

And he couldn't have killed Shirley Patrick, could he?

No, sir.

Frank is innocent. He's not guilty.

You're a witness, Mr. Jerome.

Mrs. Scott, isn't it true that your husband was arrested just last month for beating you?

At that time, didn't you state the sheriff copy that you were deathly afraid of him?

That he might kill you?

Object!

This has no relation to the case at hand.

Sustained.

Mrs. Scott, aren't you lying out of fear? Didn't your husband tell you what to answer?

Well...

Will he talk, son, but he didn't tell me?

No further questions.

We'll be back.

We find the defendant, Frank Scott, guilty of murder.

And therefore it is the judgment of this court that you shall hang by the neck until you are dead.

My God, have mercy on your soul.

I swear by the good book, I didn't do it.

I... I don't some mean things in my life, but I didn't kill no girl.

The jury is dismissed and this court stands adjourned.

Come along, Frank.

You did a good job on the stand, Andy. Very convincing.

Look to my duty, sir, same as you.

I'll tell you it's hard to see a man sentenced to death, even if he is a murderer.

First time I realized a man could be killed with words.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now that we own forty more of the fine estate, it's on Lake Tahoe.

I think we ought to celebrate, don't you?

Yeah, I think it's the work I put in, closing us deal.

I think I do deserve a celebration. Thank you, Frank.

A beer? Yeah, beer.

This one's on little Joe Paul.

Well, thank you very much, Joseph. Lovely good of you.

Oh, thank you. Nothing of it, boy.

You know, that we own Miller's Cringley. We can build a floon to South Thatcher.

Now, wait a minute. One thing at a time, we just bought the pump.

Well, I know we just bought them. We're going to do something with it, right?

Two cards.

Whoopee! Whoopee! Twenty-dollars!

I don't care what you've been telling me.

The man that killed that girl thought we'd been hanged.

We've heard all about the trial.

Sure. I was a witness on that trial. And we may be able to stay.

The law says the case is closed. And until you can bring me hard proof, not just say so,

we got nothing to talk about.

And that's the end of it.

Forty-dollars!

Twenty-dollars!

Two cards for me!

Where's the show?

Why don't you send me in the rest of anybody without more evidence than we've got?

Thank you, gentlemen. That doesn't for me.

A little lady.

That's for you.

How about we buy here the next couple of weeks, and you better be here.

Boy, I can't let him get away. I'm going to go get him.

Hold it.

What for her, mister? The money I just want in there?

You must be out of your mind trying to rob a poor country boy right here in front of God and everybody.

I'm making a citizen's arrest for murder.

You? Who are you?

Suppose you tell me who I killed.

You killed a girl in Virginia City last July, a pretty girl.

Or she wasn't. She ended up with a broken neck.

You out of your mind. You got no right. You ain't going to shoot.

I've never been to Virginia City.

You've been there once.

If you're going back, I'm going for sure. I'm going to take him in.

You better talk some sense to this fellow, mister. He's biting off more than the whole lot he can chew.

He knows what he's doing.

We'll bring the horses around back.

Up.

You've got yourself a rat and snake by the neck, mister.

And you ain't going to be able to let go. Not even a little.

Without you winding up dead.

Outside.

Stay til Georgia's back to Virginia City Scotts.

Stay until Georgia's back to

Virginia City Kids Park.

I'm going to take him inside.

He'll take the horses over to the Liberty stable.

I'm going to see the prosecutor.

No push, Dave.

Sheriff, I'm sure glad to see you.

Now, this fella here, he's robbed me of my rights as a law-abiding citizen.

Horsafah wasn't seeing this in his own eyes. I wouldn't believe it.

He's a spitting image of Frank Scott.

I saw him in Carson City in a salute.

Made a citizen's arrest for killing Shirley Patrick.

A pack of lies. I'd have been on this town before.

Now, what's the sentence for false arrest, Sheriff?

Why don't you just sit down and we'll iron out some of these things?

I'm sorry I think like that in my life.

Who are you?

You tell him, big fella.

Your party?

His name is Mel Barnes. I find him over in Carson City.

He looks identical.

So I look like somebody. What's that mean?

Sure. I want out of here now. I'm going to make more trouble than you ever saw.

Horsafah admitted he looks like Frank Scott's twin.

But you and Andy here have already testified that Frank Scott was a killer.

Roy, you can at least hold him to a pogus who's talking with a prosecutor, can't you?

It looks like I'm going to have to.

Not so fast, Sheriff. You ain't heard my side yet.

Now you're going to have plenty of time to talk.

What's the charge?

Suspension of murder.

That ought to be more than enough. Come on, right through them doors there.

I was short with Frank Scott.

And I see this. Mel Barnes.

Horsafah, can you be so sure?

Andy, do you remember that strange tune we heard whistling at night?

Yeah.

It was Mel Barnes.

I heard him whistling the same tune over in a saloon in Carson City.

I'll be a big shock to a lot of people.

Now you feel dead sure that bonds with a killer and not Frank Scott, huh?

Yeah.

What happens now?

Well, that's all spelled out in the law.

There'll be an indictment and another trial.

Roy, we made a terrible mistake.

Now you're ready to take whatever blame comes to us.

It's just not that simple, huh?

Judge, the jury, prosecutor.

Most everybody in town believed that the right man was tried and sentenced to hang.

And they're not going to like having a nose as rubbed in that mistake.

Now you thought that what she was doing is right.

But this is one time I assure him glad that I'm not standing in your boots.

I'll be there again and see you next time.

Other than Ok Sellers, you know man.

I

Sitting or happening in Washington,

looking for a song.

Your

!

Are you sure it was a tragedy ñ

This year I'm going denial of trials.

I mean this

isn't a good hate, you know?

You should put a

silence on it only because your

a new trial?

If a mistake was made, and I say if, mind you,

in this form and of the jury, I share the responsibility

to a small degree.

But I share it, Andrew.

I made a mistake.

Did you?

Are you just being influenced by all the excitement in the rumors?

The reason I asked is form and of the jury,

I heard and considered all the evidence.

Now, if I had thought a wrong verdict had been reached,

I wouldn't have been able to sleep a single night since that trial.

But I've slept, like a baby, Andrew, every night.

Barnes could be Frank Scott's twin, I never saw anything like it.

The odds against him being here in Virginia City,

at the very moment of the murder are so vast as to be incredible,

on the other hand.

We know Frank Scott to be a thoroughly detestable man,

given to drunkenness and white beating,

and he was here every day.

I thought of that.

I'm not trying to influence you, Andrew.

But I must say that a banker's reputation is his most precious possession.

And we are both bankers.

People expect us to be right,

to make the correct decisions, not just part of the time, all the time.

People lose faith in us.

They lose faith in the bank.

All I want is for you to do what is right.

One last question, Mr. Cartwright.

Are you sure beyond all doubt that Mel Barnes killed Miss Patrick?

Yes, sir.

Your witness, Mr. Belldon.

Mr. Cartwright,

I will refer you to your fantastic tale once more for our amusement.

Your Honor, I object.

I will rephrase the question.

Tell us your story, Mr. Cartwright.

Well, what was it, Carson City?

In a saloon?

Yes, sir.

Drinking?

One beer.

I didn't ask your capacity, Mr. Cartwright.

I didn't ask your question.

I didn't ask your question.

I was in Carson City in a saloon, having a beer.

And I heard this whistling.

It was the same whistling that any and I heard tonight that Miss Patrick got killed.

It was a strange, funny sort of tune.

One you'd never forget.

I see. You heard this whistle and immediately you knew that my client was guilty of murder.

Oh, that is what you're saying, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

It's too bad Frank Scott isn't available long, so that he could whistle for us in rebuttal.

Now, Mr. Cartwright, you are telling us that in a fair court of law,

12 citizens of Virginia City, an able defense attorney, an impartial judge,

you are telling us that all these people made a mistake and sentenced an innocent man to death?

At that first trial, you were certain that Frank Scott was the murderer.

At least you did not deny it.

Now you are certain that Mel Barnes is the murderer.

You say you made a mistake once.

Why not now?

Simply because my client looks a little like Frank Scott,

simply because Mel Barnes likes pretty girls and whistles.

That's all, Mr. Cartwright.

Sorry, I'll have to step down.

Your status calls, Andrew Buchanan.

If you're canon, you've already been sworn in. I have only one question to ask.

Is the defendant Mel Barnes the man you saw attacked the Patrick girl?

No, sir. Mel Barnes didn't do it.

Silence in the courtroom.

Like I said before, it's Frank Scott.

Now, Mr. Buchanan, horse-cartwright mentioned a whistle.

Do you know what he meant?

No, sir. Maybe he's hearing things.

There was no whistle.

Then there's no doubt at all in your mind.

No, sir. No, none at all.

We convicted the right man.

The court finds the defendant Mel Barnes not guilty.

You're hereby released from custody.

His court stands adjourned.

Thank you, Judge. You did a good job, fella.

With that front of yours, he plumbed Tucker himself out on the stand.

Didn't even say goodbye.

Now, you're going to see how that rattlesnake I've been telling you about. Can't bite.

I was on that first jury.

I'll tell you we didn't make no mistake.

How rude.

Oh, I'm not going to a friend.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm not going to a friend.

I'm not going to a friend.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm not going to a friend.

I'm not going to a friend.

Oh, I'm not going to a friend.

Hey, what do you know? Some guy over there's a boy in there.

Hey, you're famous.

Thank you kindly, friend.

You're going to stay around the line, honey?

Well, as long as there are free drinks at Drake and pretty gals to hug, I'll be around.

Now, you play your cars right.

Now, buy some diamond eating to dangle off them pretty lures yours.

Diamonds from a cowpoke?

Oh, I'm going to have lots of money from God, right?

You see, my wife tells me that my good name's been hurt and my life's been put in jeopardy.

That's worth a lot of money, honey.

Oh, what do we have here?

I'm not the future, Mrs. Andrew Buchanan III.

About to shout for her true self.

It's over, Andy. It's all over. Don't even think about it anymore.

Yeah, sure.

Darling, you've done what you know is right. The trial is over.

I have to Saturday. We'll be a married couple on our honeymoon.

That's right.

And we can both forget the whole thing.

I know it's been a terrible strain for you.

Daddy says how well you handled yourself.

Well, that sure takes a load off my mind.

Andy, I mean it. Don't think about any of it.

From now on, just think about us.

Mm.

Hey, no, this is what goes on in banks after hours.

I'd have been here more often.

Breathing deeply.

The

environment.

Wow.

About as hot as it was in court.

Heavy as you are, you must feel the heat worse than the rest of us.

You're on the ponderosa barn, you ain't welcome here.

Is that navely?

Here I am, coming in hot and dusty, long and for cool of the water.

They've got water in Carson City.

Well, would I leave while I still got someone finished business?

Like I said, you ain't welcome here.

Well, I figure I'm welcome as long as you owe me $5,000.

When I collect, I just get out of it.

I figure that's a reasonable man.

I hate greedy people, taking one they deserve.

Can't stomach it myself.

You may make a sense to me, Barnes.

Well, I just want to leave Virginia City feeling like I've been justly treating.

How do you think that judge is going to feel when I bring you into court?

Who put me through all that misery?

Do you know what he's going to do?

Yeah.

He's going to fill you out of court just like I'm a little...

He's going to say that Barnes fella had been found guilty.

His poor neck had been stretched tighter and a bark on a tree.

Can't write that bad judge is going to give me money like I never heard of.

The $5,000 cheat.

I said, get out of here.

I don't think you quite understand the way of a land.

You see, you don't matter a hill of beans whether I kill anyone.

I mean, even if I did it, they can't put me on trial again.

I'm asking a lot less than most people would say I deserve.

But $5,000 is all I need to get to Colorado.

I always wanted to see Colorado.

You see, the mountains are red over there.

You believe that?

And they got pretty girls in Colorado, so they tell.

Soft, with pretty yellow hair, nice little ears, nice white thrills.

$5,000 shoddy goldwood, sir.

Saturday night.

OK.

What am I going to do about it, plug?

Can't just let him parade around the streets like an innocent man.

He's a killer.

Look, will you stop jumping around from one place to the other and just sit down?

Come on, let's sit down.

The law has seen fit to convict and hang an innocent man.

And to acquit a guilty one.

It isn't justice, I agree.

But it was a case of a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

It was a crime.

Justice, I agree.

But it was accomplished through the due process of law and we must accept it.

Oh, I don't care how it was done.

It ain't right.

It's an injustice, huh?

Fine.

Well, I've seen plenty of injustices in my time.

And most of them have been corrected.

Oh, I know that small comfort after the deed.

But in the fullness of time, the guilty usually pay for their crimes.

Well, boy, I find that pretty hard to buy.

All right, what am I supposed to do?

Just give him some money, pat him on the back and send him on his way?

Oh, come on now.

You're talking nonsense.

You're right.

Think on Nestle.

He's a killer, Paul.

He's walking the streets free and he's going to kill again.

Then what are we going to do about it?

Now, as the laws aren't perfect.

And neither are the people who execute them.

But we've got to have some guidelines to live by.

Most of the time, they serve us well this time they didn't.

But we're still going to abide by the law.

There's all civilized human beings should.

Jay, hi, Tom.

Give me a beer, God, Paul.

Anybody seein' Miss Milling?

Freeze, Blue Anne, but you sure are Blue Anne, didn't you?

Gladys.

I hear you're looking for.

I'm helping the father.

But could I talk to you, please?

Be sure it could.

Change would be welcome.

If you don't mind.

Upstairs.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

GO on, pal.

Take care.

I wanted to thank you.

For trying to help Shirley.

Shirley Patrick?

You think she was Miss Morning Glory, all sweetness and light?

Well, maybe she wasn't away.

She had learned to be as tough as me.

We worked in St. Louis together.

Wrote her to join me.

She arrived the week she was killed.

But so I know I'm here and knew who she was.

I was at both trials.

And at first I thought it was Scott.

But now I know you're right, Hoss.

Mel Barnes killed her.

Gladys, you know your problem with it

will wind down and it bleeds me.

Well, I know men.

And I've been around him for a while.

Mel Barnes, he doesn't like women.

Deep down maybe even hates them.

He's strange.

He's crawly strange.

You want to see him put away?

Well, so do I.

Hell.

I know how to handle him.

I'll get him up here, get him drunk,

and then get him to try to hurt me.

Gladys, you can't do that.

He's dangerous.

But there'll be somebody close by.

Then he'll be caught in the act.

Then everyone will know he killed Shirley.

He'd be taking a man a big chance.

Gladys, he's a killer.

Not if you were the one who's close by.

I'll be there.

Nellie, it's so sweet of you to stay so late working on my wedding

gown.

Well, we have to have everything ready for Saturday, don't we?

It's the happiest day of your life.

Let me see the captain.

Oh, there's something about it with that.

Let me fix it.

Fine.

Ah.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

You're a sweet gal.

Mm.

Hey, your glasses fool, honey.

Right, right, right.

You can't have a fool, perhaps.

Mm.

Mm.

You got the prettiest littliers.

Anyone ever tell you that for?

One or two.

Mm.

Mm.

We got a whole half bottle left.

Mm.

I'm gonna drink first.

No.

Mm.

Just one more drink first.

Mm.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, I'm just a little jumpy.

I'm fine.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

What's gotten into you, all of a sudden?

Nothing.

Fine.

Nothing's wrong.

Mm.

Something's wrong.

It ain't right.

Here, have a quick nap.

Check it to bevelier.

Bye.

Oh, man.

Come on, honey.

I'm tough.

I really am.

I know men.

I'm sorry if the one he touched my neck.

Here, have a lousy drink.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Well, I'll see you.

Thanks a lot, Wes.

Wait a dinner for you, huh?

It's kind of late.

You ready to go home?

Yeah, I'm about ready to ride.

Boy, I need to see you for my first call.

How will you?

What are you going to see?

Andy.

I'll be right back.

I will be right here.

Wait.

It's just beautiful.

Thanks again, Melanie.

I don't know what we have done without your help.

I've been looking forward to this Edison to add pigtails and skinned knee.

I'd have been heard if you hadn't asked me.

Are you going to be all right walking home alone?

Oh, I'm meeting Andy at the bank.

He's working late, too.

Thanks again.

Pleasant dreams.

Good night, bye.

Hi,

I'm Andy.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm busy, Haas.

Andy.

You're not too busy to have a minute for me.

I got a lot of work to do, Haas.

I got...

Andy, there are just figures.

He'll wait.

We've convicted the right man. You know what? I know it.

Now, leave me alone.

Yes?

Yeah, I've been right since you came back from Carza City.

You know that? I think you're losing your mind.

You're going out of your head, so stay away from me. Just stay away from me.

Yes? Who is it?

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

You're the best fooling yet, go ahead and tag.

I like it that way.

No!

No! No!

No!

She's dead.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

She's all I ever loved, Haas.

And I killed her.

No!

No!

No!