All language subtitles for Bonanza S09E29 - The Bottle Fighter

If something gave me the proof like a

I agree.

Fire!

Fire!

I'll be lying in a minute.

Time's right! No!

June 14, Sheriff.

Oh, my God.

Still out. Hoping out.

Hey, what's a man have to do to get a little sleep around here?

Hey, what's a man have to do to get a little sleep around here?

Pops.

Candy. What are you doing here?

Pops, what happened?

I don't know.

Pops. Pops, what happened?

I don't know. Nobody asks you in here. Get out.

Get out. I'm trying to help.

In the hall. You too.

I knew Edwards well. Just sold him a thousand head of cattle.

There's a room key sheriff on the floor.

I guess it fell off the table.

All right, Mr.

What did you do it?

Do what? What's going on?

I'll tell you what's going on. You're going to jail.

You're going to stand trial for first degree murder, and then you'll hang.

MUSIC

Carable thing. That's terrible.

How long are we supposed to sit here?

I didn't get a two hour sleep before that fight started.

I'm going up to my room.

Sir, I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

Sir, I'll have to go upstairs.

I wouldn't get him annoyed if I were you.

Where do you think you're going?

Upstairs to bed.

Not till I say so.

Come on with me.

I'm not sure if...

Yeah.

Any objection if I go over to the livery stable

and bet down on some nice clean straw?

I know.

Not if you can fight your way past my deputy outside.

Well, this key works the door.

But I want to know how many others will do the same thing.

I'll just button the master key.

Where's that kept?

Kept downstairs and the desk drawer locked.

Was it there tonight?

Yes, it looked.

He sure?

Sure enough to swear to it under oath.

You bet I will, Sheriff.

Hey, Sheriff.

Mr. Ogle will be this as terrible.

I mean shooting a man's one thing, but a knife in the back.

A big man like Hans Kot right using a knife.

I just can't get over it.

The body was lying here face down.

This is the knife that was in his back.

Hans Kot right in the stand in there.

Rest of the room the way you found it.

Yeah, pretty much so.

That table was knocked over when I busted through the door.

Mm.

A window locks a mouse could bust.

How come these door locks are so good?

Well, in the hotel was building, a hardware drummer came by.

Didn't have any money, but he had a trunk full of fine locks

and an old man who grabbed her bottom all.

All right. All right, you can go.

What were you saying about locks?

The room clerk said there's only two keys will open that door.

The one I found here in the room.

And when it was locked up downstairs.

Well, looks like the clerk was right.

Yes, and now the interest in crack rights explanation of this.

This is Mr. Ogleby Jansus, the county prosecutor.

Ever see it before?

Yeah, in Edwards back.

What about you?

It's Las Cartrets.

No one just like it.

Did Cartwright have a knife when you searched him at the jail?

No, sir. He sure did.

I've got all I need, Sheriff.

What'll I see, hot?

Well, tomorrow, the next day, maybe.

Whatever Mr. Ogleby says you can.

I need a room.

Court finds the evidence presented by the prosecutor more than sufficient to substantiate the charge.

The defendant, Los Cartrets, is hereby bound over.

The court director, Sheriff Purcell, to produce said defendant in this courtroom three days from today.

To stand trial, I'm a charge of murder for the first degree.

Court's adjourned.

I'm sorry, Cartwright. That's all I can do for you.

Cost.

There's only hearing. It doesn't mean to think.

Nobody talks to the defendant except his lawyer and his kin.

I told you that before.

Prosecutor Ogleby's ruling. It applies to the courtroom as well as the jail.

I'm not sure if anybody might have seen anybody in my whole life.

How's Los? He's not heard or anything, but things of us better than he can get.

What's the jail, Los?

It's what?

Sheriff will let me in. He won't let anybody in except his family and that lawyer.

Court appointed. He quit.

What? It's good riddance.

He didn't spend one three minutes in a jail with us.

The hearing he didn't open his mouth.

I'll put these with the one I took from Candy.

None of you need them until after the trial.

You can pick them up in your way out of town.

Oh, why just us? There's other people in town wearing guns.

Because I say so.

Nathan Ogleby, Cottie prosecutor.

Salt Spring is a quiet town, Mr. Cartwright. We want to keep it that way.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Salt Spring is a quiet town, Mr. Cartwright. We want to keep it that way.

You ponderosa people come equipped with explosive tempers and short fuses.

We already have one murder to prove that.

In just a moment.

You're the prosecutor at the judge.

As a father, Mr. Cartwright, I sympathize with you.

As a prosecutor, I must tell you your son stands accused of a most heinous crime.

And I'm sworn to see that he pays the full price to the law exacts for that crime.

I want to see my son.

Of course. Take them in, Sheriff.

Don't hear as soon as we could.

You've changed horses three times when we pawn rode, you need to work for the Pony Express.

Horse.

Tell us what happened.

I wish I knew you.

I mean, I don't really know.

You see, it all started, boy.

I sold this fellow Edwards, a thousand head of steers, all on a handshake deal, just a plain handshake guarantee.

Well, you were in San Francisco.

Well, I got to worry about it, see.

And Candy and me, we rode out here to check on him and we got here, and sure enough, he backed out on the deal.

He decided to buy from Mort Becker at a dollar ahead cheaper.

So I went to him and tried to get him to pay me the $2,000 earned his money that he'd guaranteed me on a handshake to start the drive.

He wouldn't do it.

He tried to throw me out of his room and we got into a scuffle.

Someday, I'm during the scuffle.

You're somebody hit me with a head.

I don't remember what happened after that.

Dad, blame it, I just don't know.

Well, Mr. Van Buren regrets it, but it's impossible to take another case of this particular time.

You know about as good as you did?

Three tries and three turn downs.

I didn't get the pretty speech.

Just plain no.

Candy, do you see there were four lawyers in Salt Spring?

Oh, more like three in a drunk named Barney Sturgis.

Burgess, wait a minute now.

There's a great crime lawyer a psychrometer some years ago by that name.

You look the same one.

Where's his office?

Around the corner, up the stairs.

Go ahead, open.

Come in.

Mr. Sturgis?

Yeah.

My name is Ben Cartwright.

How are you?

Uh, some Joseph.

How are you? How are you?

Mr. Sturgis.

And this is, uh, yeah.

I've been seeing you around on the street.

How are you doing?

Sorry, this place is so crowded.

Yeah.

I'm not much of a housekeeper.

There you are.

Oh, yeah.

There you are.

Hello.

I have a little friend of mine.

Good soldier.

It was with him when he died.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Sit down.

Sit down.

You've been Cartwright.

Your son, Haas is in jail.

He's in big trouble.

Mr. Sturgis, my son is charged with murder.

That is not our baby.

No, no, no.

I'm going to show this young man,

and I'm not as far gone as he thinks.

I value my privacy,

and I sit in saloons alone.

But I listen.

I hear what's going on.

You're trying to hire a lawyer.

But they're all too busy.

The truth is, nobody wants to butt-nade over them.

They ain't smart.

Not if you want to make a living in the law business in this town.

Is that how you feel about it?

Oh, it doesn't mean a difference how I feel.

I'm not full enough to think I could defend a murder child.

And sure, you're not full enough to want to hire me.

But even if you had a good lawyer, it wouldn't help much.

But you need his miracle.

America would not, my brother, didn't do it.

Your opinion.

Unfortunately, the good people of sorts

springs have already tried and convicted them.

Mr. Sturgis,

we need legal help.

And you're the only man available.

At least you could get a postponement.

I don't know any good.

Well, even a clerk could get a postponement.

All right, find a clerk.

Leave me alone.

You used to have a reputation as a fighter.

I'm not a good lawyer.

I'm not a good lawyer.

A reputation as a fighter.

I remember you in a murder case.

Any case would be a challenge.

Before this, now nobody would trust me to witness a signature

let alone going to a court.

And I like it, though, eh?

Mr. Sturgis, my son needs your help.

And you're going to have to help him.

I could never make it.

No, go away.

Leave me alone.

You'll make it.

You'll sit with it, you'll make it.

We'll walk you around until your stone's over

and you'll walk into that courtroom

and you'll get that post-ponement.

You're an aller asking as I do.

There's got to be a shred of guts left in you.

You need your help.

All right.

All right.

Now, what was the fight about?

I've told you three times already, Mr. Sturgis.

You're right in here.

Wait.

You did tell me something about money.

But I want to hear it again.

Now, you and Candy wrote in.

Then Candy took the horses to the Liberty stable

and you went into the hotel.

That's right.

I went in the hotel.

I went straight to the clerk.

I was just about to register when he told me

that Mr. Edwards was up in room 14.

So I went right on up there.

You made it, him.

You're hungry, trouble.

I told you already, Mr. Sturgis.

Mr. Edwards owed me $2,000 earned his money

that he was supposed to pay when we went on the trail

with the cattle he didn't show.

You went on up to 14.

That's right.

I got up there and the door was open.

He was in there having a drink with Mark Becker.

I went in.

I told Mr. Edwards I wanted the $2,000

and I wanted a contract for the rest of the money

to be paid when we delivered the cattle.

And he told me the deal was off.

Is that why you killed Becker?

I didn't kill him, Khan found it.

How long are you going to let this drunk keep it up?

What he's doing better than he was.

What are we going to do?

Is the only worry we can get?

Some lawyer has trouble remembering what he just heard.

And how he finds his way to the courthouse.

Another time's when he can't.

You know, most times I feel sorry for people

who hire old bottle Barney.

This time it don't make no difference.

Over 20 years of law work, I never

seen a more open and shut case.

What made Beck a man?

Well, I told Mr. Edwards that Becker didn't have a thousand.

He had a cattle.

Didn't he have 500 unless they were stolen?

How'd you know that?

Well, last in a week ago, he was bumming

meal money around Virginia City.

Hey, you know, it's a good thing Ogilvy didn't hear you say that.

How could Edwards give you $2,000 if he was broke?

That, Barney, there wasn't Edwards.

It was broke.

It was Becker.

Oh, I didn't hear it right.

Yes, Becker.

It was Becker who left room 14.

That's right.

You tell me how much money Edward had in this pocket.

Well, glad to tell Mr. Contract.

He had $104 in a gold watch.

So if you're thinking of robbery, forget it.

He came at me with a cherry mist in a table,

and I took it away from him or what was left of it.

About that time, I remembered this shed

coming over my shoulder.

And somebody had me over there.

The next thing I knew, I woke up

and I was looking at candy in the sheriff.

It's you on the head.

Let me see.

Well, it was the day before yesterday, it's already gone.

Yeah.

And it was your knife that they found in there.

Yeah.

And you haven't had any idea how it got into Edwards back.

I told you, I didn't know.

All right, Barney.

That'll be enough. Let's go.

No, boy.

He was a little mixed up at first, but he's doing all right now.

Somebody's going to have to ask him questions anyhow.

I'll see you in court.

Now.

Now.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'll be able to get to my office for a fall down.

Tomorrow, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to walk into the room.

In the courthouse, I'll get your postponement.

I sure hate to have to take it all the way through.

I'm not saying he's guilty.

I don't think he did it.

Well, that moose could have slapped

that it was right through the wall.

He's not one to use a knife.

Of course, it's not.

Well, that makes four of us.

But that jury would find him guilty without leaving the box.

Well, I got to get to my office.

See, before I go for that postponement,

I got some reading to do.

Now walk along with you.

No bother.

No bother, no.

There's nothing up there but a lot of old law books and just.

On the corners of the room, you can get a beer.

I'll meet you there as soon as I track down those precedents

that I'm looking for.

We got a nail that's down tight.

That old Judge Simpson is a mean old goat.

All right, see you in a little while.

So, what are you doing today?

Put it down.

I said, put it down.

I just want a little nip to nail me back together again.

Oh, you're going to drink.

You're going to drink all right, black coffee.

I'm going to fill you full of it while you do that book work.

And then after that, we're going to walk again.

I've done all the work and I'm going to do.

Now you're going to walk.

We're going to go to the hotel so we can keep an eye on you.

Because when you walk in that courtroom,

tomorrow you're going to be the soberist man in Salt Springs.

Why don't you go away and leave me alone?

I don't want this job.

Don't we don't want you either, but we're stuck with you.

Now after you get that postponement tomorrow,

you can do anything you want, but until then you're going to do what I say.

I don't like delays, Mr. Sturgis.

We've never had to call in outside help to solve our legal problems before.

And since the defendant has a lawyer, I see no reason to start now.

Motion to postpone denied.

If the court please, we haven't had time to prepare an adequate defense.

I'll give you time.

It's 10 o'clock now.

This court is in recess until 1 p.m.

So I'm going to judge denied that postponing.

You dang your fell down.

Author isn't anybody else. We're stuck with you.

Oh, there's got to be somebody somewhere, Joe.

We'd be telegraphed Charlie has come over to Virginia City

and pause over talking to Van Buren right now.

I was hoping that Van Buren could help out Barney until Charlie gets here.

I offered him triple-3, but he's just too busy.

Well, so that leaves Charlie not.

You'll get here as quick as he can.

It's a three-day ride to eat the best horse.

Better not stop to pick many daisies. If it's a three-day ride, your trial may be over.

What worries me about Barney is shaking this morning.

He don't tell him what he'll be doing this afternoon.

No, I... don't worry about Barney. He'll make it.

I'll switch with it. He makes it hour by hour, if necessary, but I promise you, he'll make it.

Just don't Charlie get here.

Yeah, if Charlie gets here.

I need a drink, bad coffee only. Keep trying. You're doing fine.

The sheriff went into the murder room first. Then you, then Becca.

That's right. What was hot doing when the sheriff broke through the door?

He was hanging on the end of the bed. And he asked me what was going on.

Did he say anything about being slugged over the head from behind?

No, but he looked dazed. Like a man just waking up.

He was out in the speed cold for three or four minutes or lying on the floor.

That's why he couldn't remember.

Yeah, but you can't prove it. Bruce is gone and eyes clear the summer date.

Look, I don't know about you. But the three of us will know that there was another man in that room.

The one who slugged horse and killed Edwards.

You're trying to believe that? Well, I keep asking myself who and why and mostly how.

It takes a key to work that lock. And the key was inside with Haas and the corpse.

Ogleby's sitting there waiting for us.

And he mentioned if a blow on the head of another man, if he would get laughed out of court.

Court House Bell. Court will convene in five minutes.

Can't be able to do that. He is.

No. Now if I get my head to working, maybe we'll give Mr. Nathan Ogleby a call.

If it's a Nathan Ogleby, you'll be worth in trouble.

Funny. You better win this one. It's my son's life.

Sheriff, will you describe to the court what you first saw when you stepped into room 14?

Well, the room was a mess. It had been all broken up.

A body lying there beside the bed. And who was that?

Mr. Edwards.

It had been stabbed and knife was still in his back.

Where was the defendant?

He was standing at the foot of the bed about four feet from the body.

Have you seen this knife before?

I sure have. It was sticking in the body.

If the court please.

To save the court time, the defense stipulates that the knife is the murder weapon

and the property of horse cartwright.

You're a witness.

You say horse cartwright was standing at the foot of the bed.

Where were his hands?

The end of his arms where they are now.

Was the defendant standing unsupported or was he hanging on to the foot of the bed?

He was holding on to the foot of the bed.

Yeah.

Were there any marks or bruises on him?

Not that I see.

A man is in a terrible fight that we've been hearing about.

He's yet there are no cuts or bruises.

Isn't that remarkable? Sheriff?

Well, maybe his knuckles were swallowed up a little bit.

He's a big man.

He's a big man.

He's a big man.

He's a big man.

He's a big man.

Maybe his knuckles were swallowed up a little bit.

He's a big man.

Big hands like that.

It's hard to tell.

Did you examine the defendant for cuts or bruises?

I sure did in jail.

In the same cell, I usually put you when you're too drunk to get home.

That's enough, Mr. Priscilla.

You testify properly or you'll be occupying that cell for 60 days yourself, for contempt.

This is not a saloon.

A sea eater? It's a court of law.

Anymore levity and I'll clear their own.

Proceed, Mr. Terges.

If the court please.

I have no objection to the sheriff telling the truth.

I know the selling question well.

And I'm sure the voters are all impressed by the zeal with which the sheriff does his job.

Begin to send out the old Barney Sturgis of Sacramento.

When you examined the defendant, what did you find?

Not a bark, not a scratch.

Will any key other than these two unlock the door of room 14?

No, sir.

Is a key necessary to lock the door from the inside?

Yes, it is. From either side.

This one was found inside the room.

Where was this one?

Well, there was locked in the door of the desk in the lobby.

Nobody was near that desk with me.

I was downstairs all the time the fight was going on.

Sure, witness.

We've heard a lot about the fine locks in your hotel.

What happens if one of your guests wanders off with a key?

I send the handyman after him.

And suppose he manages to elude that handyman?

Well, that hasn't happened except once in ten years and then we just replaced the lock.

We have a dozen or so left in the basement.

You heard Mr. Edward's shout?

Right, no!

How would you describe that shout?

Scared.

My chills run up my spine.

That's why I got up and dressed.

Thank you.

Mr. Sturgis, your witness.

Remember, I told you about this fall.

Just a few days ago, he was in Virginia City bum and mule.

And he's a thief.

Thanks. That may be the very club I need.

You were doing business with Mr. Edward, Mr. Becker.

I sold him a thousand head of cattle.

So that when he was killed, you lost not only a friend, but the sale of a herd.

That's right.

How many head of cattle do you own, Mr. Becker?

Well, I sold a thousand head.

I didn't ask you how many you sold.

How many cattle do you own?

How many cattle do you own?

How many cattle do you own?

I sold a thousand head.

I didn't ask you how many you sold.

How many cattle do you own?

How many steers wear your brand?

I don't have a ranch. I'm a dealer. I buy and sell.

We know what you sold. Where do you buy?

Small ranches.

Where I can make a profitable deal.

More ranches. Would you name a few?

Mm-hmm.

Spread up cold creek.

Brand slips my mind.

Another one over.

You don't remember, huh?

Is that because you deal in stolen cattle, Mr. Becker?

Well, because you were here to promote some earnest money for a fast trip to another stage.

You're on a riot jet. The witness is not our trial here. The defendant is.

The defendant is. Part of silence in the court.

If I could have gone further with Becker, you got a little prosecutor's skin pretty good.

Well, at least as jury heard that much.

Yeah, but will they remember?

That's a question.

I guess. I'm missing something.

He just lives under the back of my mind and then it's sliding away.

I know. I know my bones are well in the right area, but.

Oh, no. No. No.

When is that Charlie Haskell coming to take over this case?

He'll be along so he can get here, but you're doing real good.

You're doing a real good job. You gotta keep on fighting.

Must be. Must be an answer somewhere.

Very good night's rest.

I'll see you in the morning now.

Oh. Good to see you.

Good night, Bonnie.

Good night.

Yeah.

What is it?

Oh, boy.

Yeah.

Then. Then, chilewright, wake up. Come in here.

Then. Then chilewright, wake up. Come in here.

Yes.

Are we looking at the wall? I thought I heard you calling.

Yes, I was knocking. Look.

Presence from an unknown admirer or an elf or a banshee.

I'm knocking on the door. Nobody there. Just the bottle is full of the door.

The rest of it's in that glass there.

I've slashed out when I powered it on the wall for you.

If you're not going to put that out of my sight, at least put it where I can't reach it.

They're going to start grabbing for us.

You know, somebody wants me drunk.

Fallin' down drunk.

Try to make a jacket out of myself tomorrow in court.

And that's somebody's beginning to sweat.

Would you do something for me?

Well, might as well, I'm on your payroll.

The kind of the lobby.

Stay there for...

...car 50.

Then come back.

Yeah. And I'm not going to have time. I want to go right now.

No, never mind the boats, just go.

But quickly.

Quickly.

But here. Nothing.

You were down the lobby.

No. Nothing. Just the people in the lobby.

You didn't hear me shouting?

No.

Why you're down the lobby? How was shouting?

Here.

Cartwright, no! Cartwright, no! You didn't hear that.

Not a word.

What does that mean to you?

It means this place must be the solid as a block house.

And it also means that it couldn't have been Edward's who shouted,

Cartwright, no. Because whoever did that shouting couldn't have been inside room 14.

They never prepared him.

He had to be out in the hall and then disappeared.

That's right.

And Mr. Becker's room was just down the hall, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Take him just about as much time to shout and go back to his room

as he did to put a bottle at the foot of the door and disappeared.

Now, maybe we know the who.

But we still have the problem of why.

It's pretty hard to prove robbery when the deceased has over $100.

And a gold watch on him.

And we still haven't got Becker inside behind that locked door, women.

I think I may be able to help you establish that robbery motive

if the telegraph office is still open. I'll be able to do tonight.

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

That gumering in the back of my mind is...

You need to take shape and substance.

I think I may be able to put Becker inside room 14.

Hey, don't forget this.

All right.

All right.

All right.

Quetching session.

Mr. Ogleby.

Your Honor, I have other witnesses I could call.

However, I feel strongly that the evidence already heard

beyond any shadow of a doubt that the defendant, Hoss Cartwright,

did knife and kill Warren Edwards. The prosecution rests.

Mr. Stages.

I'm going to aid proceed with the defense.

You know me, bottle Barney.

The man, the sheriff, puts in the jail when he's too drunk to walk home.

And knowing me, you kind of have to feel sorry

for anybody who had me as a lawyer.

If the case was anything much.

No. Mr. Ogleby has been waiting for me to make a howling idiot out of myself.

But I don't think I'm going to oblige him. Not today.

He's been having a fine time building a scaffold for my client.

Why enough to scare a man silly if he couldn't see that it was built at cobwebs?

Now, what happened was a man walked into room 14 in the middle of a fight.

His Hoss Cartwright over the head killed and robbed Warren Edwards and went.

Now, Mr. Ogleby has a hundred facts to prove that it couldn't happen.

But I know better.

Any man who's been a bottle fighter for all he is that I have can't be very smart.

Well, I was able to figure it out.

So the rest of you must have been able to figure it out too.

Now, in case it is one or two of you has some doubts,

I'm going to ask his honor to allow us to adjourn to room 14

and show you how it was done.

Objection, you're on how long is the court going to allow this old charlatan to continue this nonsense?

What's the matter with you, Mr. Counselor? You afraid I'm right?

I know you're wrong. Then why are the objection?

Fair question, Mr. Ogleby.

So fair that I'm going to indulge Mr. Stearges in his request.

Court will reconvene in room 14 of a Salt Spring hotel.

Your honor, if you will come over here and Mr. Ogleby, right here.

Yeah, that's comfortable.

Fine. Mr. Becker, you were the first one in, so will you come in here, please?

We need a corpse and you're just about the right size and you know how the body was.

So if you would lie down on the floor there, as the body was, it would be very helpful.

That's fine.

Sheriff, if you'll bring in the defendant, put him where you found him.

No, if you would give me the key, please.

Thank you.

Oh, the table was turned over.

And I don't think we need to bother with the broken chairs.

Is everything the way it was when you found it, Mr. Ogleby?

Yes, Counselor. Now can we get this silly game over and go back to court?

Very quickly, Mr. Ogleby. Now, Sheriff, you'll come with me out in the hall.

Now then, if you'll simulate breaking in the door, the key's out here.

Yes, I know the key's out here, but you go on and break in.

Hold on.

Since Mr. Becker has agreed to be the corpse, I'll go through the motions that Mr. Becker made.

So you two gentlemen do now exactly as you did then.

I'll walk over to look at the body.

Becker, straighten up the table.

Then I ordered candy and Becker out of the room.

Exactly as it happens then.

How did Becker say it?

There's the room, key sheriff, on the floor.

Yes!

Am I the monkey out of me?

No, sir. I really found that key on the floor.

That walking whiskey bat's tricking you, Sheriff.

He's trying to get me into trouble so he can get that horse cut right out.

Your Honor, I have a telegraph here addressed to Ben Cartwright from Edward's partner.

It was delivered before a court opens this morning.

As you see, it states that Mr. Edwards was carrying $10,000 in cash.

Now, since Mr. Edwards never paid Mr. Becker for that hypothetical thousand head of cattle,

that money should still have been in Mr. Edward's possession.

Along with that $104 in gold watch, but it was not.

So if the money is not on Mr. Becker, I recommend that you search his room and baggage.

Thank you, Mr. Sturgis.

Sheriff, I want this man jailed immediately.

Cartwright will reconvene in the courtroom in five minutes.

Mr. Cartwright, all charges against you are here with dismissed.

And the court tenders in apology for the people and the prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Sturgis, it appears I misjudged you.

If you can learn some courtroom manners, it just might turn out to be a fine trial lawyer.

Court your turn.

Good to meet you, Lee.

Not without your help.

I'm afraid your attorney hascoed from Virginia City.

He's going to have a long ride for nothing.

Well, I'll guarantee you won't mind a bit, Bunny.

Don't you worry about hascanize.

He's going to be awfully happy to find out how you made out.

Mr. Sturgis, I'd like to buy you the biggest drink in town.

Oh, that'll be fine.

But you better make it black coffee.

I've developed a taste for it.

I'll take your drink.

You do it.

You