Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 4, Episode 14 - The Jury - full transcript

The following program

is brought to you in
living color on NBC.

♪♪

That'll be all, Judge.

You may step down.

You have heard the
evidence, gentlemen of the jury.

You will weigh that
evidence in privacy

and render your verdict.

A sober and
unenviable task, but...

you must face it
with responsibility.

♪♪



You bet, Judge!

Send those good men
into their little hate closet,

that's right.

Send them in there so
they don't have to look at me

- when they tie that rope around my neck.
- Wrenn...

Weigh the evidence, huh?

Seems to me around here
lies weigh up heavier than facts.

And you, you gapin'
bunch of sheep.

Like a medicine show,
ain't it? That's right.

Step right up and
get your tickets.

See a man do a rope dance!

- See him kick! See him squirm!
- Wrenn! Wrenn, stop it!

And don't forget
your box lunches!

You're not doing
yourself any good!



Whew, it's mighty hot, gents.

Mighty hot.

Well, I guess it's best to
get this over and done with.

- I got chores waiting at home.
- We all got things to do.

Right. Well,
let's get to voting.

I think all of us see this
the same way, don't we?

- Murdock?
- What else? Guilty, of course.

Murdock said it.

What else? He's guilty.

Yeah. I-I mean guilty.

I had a field of wheat once
and had to plow it under.

Bad seed, bad crop.

Sometimes people are the same.

You know, Wrenn's
pa was no good...

Town drunkard... and his
kid's following in his footsteps.

I vote to hang him.

- Guilty.
- Good, good. Barton?

He done it, all right. Guilty.

And now Williams?

Oh, you look disturbed.

- Don't tell me.
- Yes, Mr. Breese, I am disturbed.

Disturbed by this talk
of getting out of here

because it's hot...

or because there
are chores waiting.

Like all the rest of you, I
feel that Jamie Wrenn is guilty,

and I'll vote that way...

but I want it known that
it's because of the logic

of what I heard
in the courtroom,

not because I'm all-fired
anxious to get this over with.

Oh, of course, Williams.

Point is, if we all
think he's guilty,

what's the use of
dillydallying around?

Oh, one more vote,
we'll have this behind us.

Just give us your guilty;
we've had enough oratory.

I ain't much on
oratory, Mr. Breese.

Just remembering
what the judge told us.

He called it "reasonable doubt."

I reckon that's what I got.

Are you gonna tell me, Hoss,

that you doubt
Jamie Wrenn's guilt?

Yes, sir, I guess that's
exactly what I mean.

I got to vote not guilty.

- Jamie...
- Can't talk to him now, boy.

Go away.

What's the rush, Sheriff?

Gonna polish up that
badge some more?

Hey, Junior.

Some pal you turned out to be.

I-I know I wasn't
in court, Jamie,

but I was right out
here all day waiting.

H-How did it go?

A-Are you gonna be...
I mean... did they...

Set me up for hanging?

No, not yet, but they'll
get around to it for sure.

Seems there's a
squeamish chap on the jury,

and hanging don't
set too well with him.

The one friend
you've got in this world,

and you can't say a
good word for him?

Junior's the only friend I got.

That guy on the jury
ain't any friend of mine.

Only reason he's
holding out for so long

is for the buck a day he
gets for sitting on his duff.

Let's get you back to your cell.

You can talk to
him later, Junior.

Yeah.

That's right, you can.

Why don't you
come by later, Junior.

We'll have us a regular ol'
tea party, huh? How about that?

Let's go.

How'd it go, son?

Not so good, Pa.

Hoss Cartwright.

Have you taken
leave of your senses?

Wanting to turn a killer
loose in the streets?

If I thought Jamie Wrenn was
guilty, I'd have voted that way.

Seems to me somebody's
been talking out of turn.

What goes on in the jury
room is not subject for gossip.

You can't keep such
disgraceful goings-on

a secret in this town.

Hoss Cartwright, I've
known you a long time,

but I must say you're a
real disappointment to me.

Come, Henry.

You know, Hoss, she's right.

Everybody in town
feels the same way.

Maybe that'll make
you change your mind.

Mr. Murdock, it's how I
feel that matters to me.

Now, let me put it this way.

I don't intend to stay cooped
up in that jury room sweatbox

because of your muley attitude.

Best we be heading home, son.

Hoss. Hoss Cartwright.

I hear tell you're
holding out, Hoss.

Holding that Jamie
Wrenn ought to be let off.

That's true, Mr. Olson.

But we ain't supposed to
be talking about it out here.

- The judge said...
- Don't figure how

you can really
feel that way, Hoss.

Jamie Wrenn did what
I said he did in court,

and that's plain fact.

Well, sir, I... tell
you, Mr. Olson,

I did what I thought was
right, and that's plain fact.

I'll hold you no
grudge for that, Hoss.

A man can only vote
what he thinks is right.

But...

Pa, you've remained silent
through this whole thing.

Come on home.

Here's your dinner, son.

You mean swill,
don't you, badge man?

You must pocket a mean profit

from the money they give
you to feed us prisoners. Huh?

Look, Wrenn,

most jails, you want your
grub, they make you cook it.

Now, this is restaurant food.

Same identical as they
serve to their customers.

Oh, I do believe you.

I do for a fact.

Difference is, you probably
scraped it off the plates

they sold yesterday.

The law says I got to feed you.

You don't have to eat it.

Well, I'll try and choke
some down, badge man.

Otherwise, I might just pine
away and die of starvation,

and you'd be cheated
out of your hanging fee.

That'd be plumb
terrible, wouldn't it,

you being cheated
out of your hanging fee?

What I don't like about it

is all the rules they're
always setting down for me.

What rules?

Oh...

Well, Breese and the
rest of 'em are always...

they're always telling
me that the law says

an eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth.

How come it don't say nothin'
about turning the other cheek,

or loving thy neighbor.

What are you getting at, Hoss?

Well, Pa, dad-burnit,
poor little Jamie Wrenn'd

have a better chance if
he was a total stranger.

Dad-burnit, I just...
I just can't see him

killing a man in
cold blood, that's all.

Hoss, you got to be
careful about something.

You got to be careful not to
let your heart rule your head.

A man who sits on a jury...

has got to be logical.

He's got to look
at the evidence,

to weigh the evidence...

Pa, that's exactly
what I'm doing.

The only evidence I've
heard, the only evidence,

is Olson's word that Jamie
Wrenn killed his brother.

Are you saying that Olson lied?

No, I ain't saying that.

But what I am saying is
that it was dark that night, Pa.

It was real dark.

It could have been real easy for
Olson to have made a mistake.

Too easy to hang a
man on the strength of it.

Answer me this.

Am I wrong in what I'm doing?

A man is never wrong...

doing what he thinks is right.

You'd better get saddled up.

You're gonna be
late for jury duty.

I'd just as soon rassle a bear.

Oh, Hoss?

You know you're
gonna take a real beating

from those other jurors today.

No chance of you changing
your mind, I suppose?

Mr. Williams, I
can't understand.

Everybody expects
me to change my mind.

Has it ever occurred
to any of 'em

that they might change theirs?

I'm telling you,
Judge, dismiss this jury

and start over again.

That muley Cartwright's
the only man in town thinks...

Mr. Murdock... get
one thing straight...

No one tells me
how to run my court.

You'll go into that jury room

and you'll return with
a unanimous verdict,

whether it takes today,
tomorrow or the rest of the month.

Do I make myself clear?

Well, now, let me make
myself clear, Judge.

I got a ranch to run... I
can't waste all this time.

You call it a waste of time,

deciding whether a
young man should die?

Well, I don't mean that, Judge.

What I mean is,
the rest of us jurors

has decided like we
were supposed to,

and that fool
Cartwright's holding us up.

Everybody's here
now; let's get going.

- Yeah, sure.
- Oh, Mr. Breese?

It's come to my attention
that certain jury members

have been discussing
the deliberations of the jury

with outsiders.

That is something
I will not tolerate.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, Hoss, how about it?

Changed your mind yet?

Oh, surely you want to
get this thing over with.

Getting this thing over with

is not exactly my
notion of our purpose

in being here, Mr. Breese.

Now, we all know why we're here.

To find Jamie Wrenn guilty.

Yeah, but don't you see,
I still think he's innocent.

Now, Hoss, we can't
stay here day after day.

Why don't you get
off your high horse

and swing over to our side?

Because he likes to hear
himself talk, that's why.

Hold on, Murdock.

I don't agree with Hoss,

but he's got as much right to
his opinion as the rest of us.

Opinion?

Oh, come on,
Hoss, be reasonable.

None of us here likes this
job any better than you do.

The law says we got to do it.

Do you think I want to
see that young man hang?

I don't, but I don't
make the laws.

I just do the best I can.

Now, Hoss, we're going to try
to convince you of Wrenn's guilt.

I want to appeal to your logic.

Now, if you'll remember

when Olson was on
the stand, under oath,

he had no hesitation in making
a positive identification of Wrenn

as the man who
killed his brother.

After all, the man is guilty.

Judge Crane, has the
jury come to a verdict,

or is that Hoss Cartwright still
acting like an obstinate donkey?

Mrs. Taylor, I must remind you

that what goes on in that
jury room is not your business,

nor is it mine.

To answer your question,
the jury is still in session.

Good morning, ma'am. Ladies.

Why do you keep holding out?

I heard one other thing
that judge said, too.

I heard him say
"reasonable doubt,"

and I got a reasonable
doubt about Jamie...

What is the doubt you're having?

All day we've been arguing
with that pigheaded fool. All day.

We got to do it again tomorrow.

I tell you, I'm getting fed up.

Cartwright must be a
stubborn one, all right.

He is.

Why is he against stringing
up that young killer?

Well, Taylor...

Cal, give me a whiskey.

Howdy, Hoss.

Howdy, Mr. Olson.

Word's out that you're still
wanting to turn Wrenn loose.

I'm sorry, Mr. Olson.

Yeah, I'm sorry, too, Hoss.

I'm sorry about that
young Wrenn boy.

I hate to see a man die,

but he did kill my brother,
and the law says he...

Mr. Olson, please, Mr. Olson.

I'm sorry.

You know, Mr. Olson, us
jurors ain't allowed to talk.

Seems like some of
us don't want to talk,

but you can, Mr. Olson, you can.

Now, come on, Mr. Olson,

tell us again, just
like you did in court,

how Jamie Wrenn
killed your brother.

I don't see how it could
do any good, Mr. Murdock.

But I wasn't there,
Mr. Olson, I didn't hear it.

Go ahead and tell us.

Well... there ain't
that much to tell.

It's, it's just that...

my brother and I woke up that
night in our cabin and we saw

Jamie Wrenn
stealing our money box

from the fireplace,
where we hid it.

We jumped him, but he had a gun.

He shot my brother and,

and run off with the money box.

Every cent we had in the world.

Yes, sir, that's just how
he told it in court under oath,

but it appears some of us
weren't listening real good.

Mr. Murdock...

Jamie Wrenn has
already had a fair trial.

We're not gonna hold a
kangaroo court in here.

You got a guilty conscience
or something, Hoss?

I ain't holding no court.

Just refreshing my
memory on what happened.

Cal.

This bill... it's
got my mark on it.

It's part of the money
Jamie... Jamie Wrenn stole

the night he killed
my... killed my brother.

Mr. Olson, you say all your
money was marked like this?

Yes, sir, Sheriff, it was.

And Jamie Wrenn stole
every cent of it, right?

That just about decides
it, don't it, Judge?

You got no choice
but to call a mistrial.

There is no need
to declare a mistrial.

The jury will reconvene
in the morning.

I'll hear no more
talk on the subject.

Hoss, you're just going
to have to figure out

where you might have
picked up that money.

Dad-burn it, Roy,
I've been trying to...

backtrack myself.

I paid a bill over at
the livery stable, then I,

I bought some stuff from Jake

and a couple other
things, I don't know...

I must have got it back
in change or something,

I don't know.

You had another
thought, Mr. Olson?

Well, it was real
late that night

when I saw Wrenn rob
us and shoot my brother.

I run over to the sheriff
and got him out of bed...

He grabbed Wrenn before morning.

Then, Jamie couldn't have
spent any of that money.

It had to be a bribe.

Murdock, that ain't
so, and you know it.

Listen, Hoss, you vote
guilty like the rest of us.

Then, maybe nobody
can say you took the bribe.

I'd better not hear
anybody say that nohow.

Hoss, it's been a long day.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Good night, boys.

- Well, go on in.
- Y-Yes, sir.

Don't take too
long now, you hear?

N-N-No, sir.

Th-Th-They've been doing
a powerful lot of squabbling

down in that jury room, Jamie.

I-I've been listening to
'em from out in the alley.

It's just an act, pal.

No, no, no, it ain't,
Jamie, no, it ain't.

That, that big fella...
Hoss Cartwright...

He's been taking a heap of abuse
and lip from them other jurors.

He can stand it for the
dollar a day he's getting.

He'll give in when he's made
his money and had his fun.

If he does, they'll...

That's right, Junior,

they'll string me up and they'll
waste no time about it either.

Look, quit trying to save
my feelings, will you?

'Cause I ain't afraid
to... I ain't afraid of 'em.

They'll get no
satisfaction out of me,

no crawling, no
whining, no nothing.

And for something
that you never done.

It just ain't fair,
Jamie, it just ain't fair.

There ain't nothing
fair in this world.

You're either born lucky
or you're born to spit on.

The way I look at it, Jamie,
you only got one chance.

Y-You got to get out of here.

Now, why didn't I
think of that, Junior?

You know, I think I'll just
call that deputy over here

and ask him to unlock the cell.

Please, Jamie,

you've been the onliest
friend I, I ever had.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

What, with a hunk of...?

Clay.

What are you going to do...

Shape up an Indian totem
and get rid of the evil spirits?

Oh, no, no, no, Jamie, no,

I'm not going to
make an Indian totem.

I figured, I figured, if
I could get the key...

I'll get him over here.

Say, uh, Deputy,

you mind stepping
over here for a second?

Thanks for dropping
by, Junior, thanks a lot.

See you later, huh?

Now what, Wrenn?

Uh, tell me,

can a prisoner make a
complaint around this here jail?

What do you mean, complaint?

Just what I said.

There are a few things
I don't like around here.

First of all, the
food... It stinks.

Then, there's that
other thing there.

What are you getting at?

Hey, kid, hey.

Hey, kid.

I-I-I-I didn't do nothing.

Well, now, nobody said you did.

I just want to talk to
you a minute, that's all.

You know who I am?

Wh-Who don't know that?

You're Hoss Cartwright...
The one that's been holding out,

and Jamie says you're just
doing it for the dollar a day you get.

Now, Jamie's wrong.

Now, I know you're a
good friend of Jamie's,

and that's why I
want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you
about that money

that was stolen from old Olson.

Some of it was found
in my pocket tonight.

Huh?

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

Hey, now, y-you
ain't accusing me.

Ain't nobody accusing
you of nothing.

Just some of the fellers
are talking like maybe

Jamie might have given you
some of that money to keep for him.

Oh, so, so Jamie's
right, ain't he?

Y-Y-You don't
think he's innocent.

Well, well, let me
tell you something.

He couldn't have
given me that money

'cause, 'c-c-cause
he didn't steal it

and he didn't shoot
Old Man Olson neither.

Boy, how can you
be sure of that?

Let me tell you something,
and it's the gospel truth.

I told Jamie I'd lie for him.

I-I-I said that I-I was with
him th-the night of the killing,

give him an alibi, but he
wouldn't let me, not Jamie.

He said that, that
he was innocent

and, and he didn't
need no lies to prove it.

Maybe, maybe you
wouldn't understand that.

Yes, I do.

I got to go.

That proves we're right, Taylor.

Them Cartwrights, them
high and mighty Cartwrights.

Listen, you boys spread
this story real good.

Tell everybody Cartwright had

some of that stolen
money on him.

Spread it real thick, you hear?

We'll see to it, all right.

Hoss, why don't you get to bed?

This standing around fretting
isn't going to do any good.

Don't reckon anything is
going to do any good, Pa.

I wish old Roy could find
some more of that stolen money.

Well, maybe he will.

Meanwhile, go on up to
bed; you need the rest.

Tomorrow is not going
to be an easy day for you.

Ain't none of 'em
been very easy lately.

Well, it's going to get rougher.

Wonder who that could be.

- Adam.
- Pa.

Well, what sort of a mess
have you gotten yourself into?

What's the matter with you?

Thanks.

What sort of a mess have
you gotten yourself into?

And what are you doing
here? Where's Joe?

He's back in Carson
City with the stock.

Cattle buyer sent word
he wouldn't be there

till Monday, so
we flipped a coin

to see who'd come home
for a couple of days, and

it looks like I lost.

What a reception I got in
Virginia City, thanks to you.

What do you got
stuck in your craw?

What happened to your hand?

I had to fatten a couple
of faces because of you.

Where did this happen?

Oh, down at the Sazarack.

Wasn't my seeking.

Couple of guys were
shooting their mouths off

about how you were taking a
bribe to get Jamie Wrenn off,

and they kept it up until
I had to plow into them.

Well, that ain't the half of it.

I know.

Sheriff Coffee told
me the rest of it.

Seems that, uh, Bud
Murdock and his friends

have got the whole
town suspicious of you.

I don't understand
that fellow Murdock.

He wants to hang Jamie
Wrenn so bad, he can taste it.

Always figured him for
a pretty decent fellow.

Well, sometimes

even pretty decent fellows
are too much in a hurry.

I'm going to bed.

I suggest you two do the same.

Tell me something, Pa.

How do you feel
about Jamie Wrenn?

Do you think he's guilty?

Well, I'm not gonna discuss it

in front of a
member of the jury.

Good night.

Never figured
anything would come up

me and Pa couldn't discuss.

But I reckon the
law changed all that.

Oh, now, don't get him wrong.

He's not feeling bad

because of the family
name or anything like that.

It's because of you.

He knows you're
in a heck of a spot,

and he also knows that you
got to make up your own mind.

Well, listen, since
you got me this,

how about giving me a
hand with my horse, hmm?

Yeah.

♪♪

Well, if it ain't the
big, brave badge man.

Yes, sir, you got that badge
shining like a new mirror, huh?

And you got no rope, so I guess
it ain't hanging time, yet, huh?

Bet you can hardly wait.

The jury's still out, son.

You know, I can't
figure you out.

I can't understand you at all.

I've tried to treat you fair.

Fair?!

You call throwing
me in this cage

for something I didn't
do, then hanging around

like a hungry vulture

waiting for the happy
okay to string me up, fair?!

Dad-gumit!

You've been yammering
at me for days.

Now the time's come for
me to do a little yammering.

I told you I wasn't
much on oratory,

but I think the time has come
for me to speak my piece,

and by gum, you're
gonna listen to me.

That's right,
Cartwright, you talk.

You talk. I'll
listen, I sure will.

Tell us how Jamie Wrenn got to
you with his stolen blood money!

That's the way the
guilty ones always act!

- All they know is violence.
- Now, enough of this!

Sit down, Murdock!

You, too, Cartwright.

Like I was saying,

there's a young
fellow, Jamie Wrenn,

and he's sitting over
there in the jail all alone.

Sitting there, wondering

when somebody's
gonna come and get him.

There can't be no fear
like the fear he knows.

Fear of being taken out
and put under a hanging tree.

His hands tied behind him
and a rope around his neck.

That's part of the
punishment, Hoss.

If he's guilty,
Mr. Breese, if he's guilty,

but what if he ain't?

What if he ain't guilty?

Then you're guilty
of murder, ain't you?

But they ain't gonna put
you in that jail, none of you.

They ain't gonna tie your hands

behind your back
and take you out

and put you under
a tree and put a rope

around your neck, are they, huh?

That's a lot of "ifs" Hoss.

None of us here have any doubt,

any doubt at all,

that Jamie Wrenn is a killer.

Ain't there, Mr. Breese?
Ain't there no doubt?

Is that true,
Mr. Breese, or is it just

that all of youse got a...

got it in your head to
hang Jamie Wrenn?

And there just ain't no...

There ain't no room left in
your heart for any doubt?

The law's a mighty
peculiar thing.

It's all black or white.

Yes or no. There
ain't no in-betweens.

It appears to me that

you fellows have been
thinking a lot in the black

while I've been dwelling
in the in-betweens.

You can't half hang a man.

That's right.

That's right,
Mr. Breese, you can't.

Well, I'm going over to the
restaurant for my supper, son.

I'll bring yours back with me.

Don't stuff yourself, badge man,

or there won't be
any scraps left for me.

All right.

Psst! Jamie?

Psst. Jamie?

And I got two horses
out in the alleyway.

Hey, Hoss, you still in town?

Yeah. Hi, Roy.

Hey, Roy, you run on any
more of that stolen money?

No, I ain't, and I checked
every store in this town.

You know, Hoss,
it does seem likely

that if somebody else stole
that money like you think

that there'd be
more of it around.

Yeah, it does.

See you in the morning.

Yeah. Good night, Roy.

Sheriff? Hey, Sheriff!

I got your killer.

He's trying to make a getaway.

Tell me where you
hid the stolen money!

Admit you killed poor Olson!

- Hold it now, Murdock!
- You hear?

You hold it now!

I'll take over now.

You tried to escape, huh?

You bet he was.

He'd have made it,
too, if it wasn't for me.

You seen that, Cartwright.

You seen this murdering
whelp make his escape?

You think he's innocent now?

Mr. Murdock, you better
come along with me.

As soon as I lock him up,

you can give me your
full story. Come on.

I-I... I-I...

I-I tried, Jamie.
I... I really tried.

You come along, too, Junior.

Come on!

You tried, Junior.

I reckon we both did.

How did it go today?

Not too good, I'm afraid.

How's the hand?

It's coming along real good.

Sheriff Coffee find any
more of that marked money?

No.

Jamie Wrenn tried
to escape jail tonight.

Well, that sure doesn't
do him any good.

No.

Makes me wonder if I ain't
been wrong about him all along.

You're changing your mind, huh?

Yeah, I reckon I am.

I guess it's about time I
started doing like Pa said

and start thinking
about the evidence,

and not so much
about my feelings.

That's kind of what a
juryman's supposed to do.

There's just one
thing that bothers me.

Adam, you do me a favor?

Yeah, sure. What is it?

Well, look, I... I got
to know for sure,

I got to know for certain

that Olson recognized
Jamie Wrenn that night,

and not just thought he did.

Well, Sheriff Coffee said
they tested his eyes in court.

Oh, they gave him a printed
page of small print to read,

and he read it right off, but

that ain't the same as
recognizing a man in the dark.

And from a distance.

Especially when you're
in shock from seeing

your only brother shot down
right before your own eyes.

See what you're getting at.

What would you like me to do?

I'd kind of like for you to
go out there and talk to him.

Go out there while he's calm

and collected and talk
to him, check on him.

Make sure, Adam. I got
to know absolutely sure.

Why haven't you
talked to him yourself?

Well, I thought about it,

but the judge said we
jurymen are not supposed

to talk to anybody
about the case,

except in the jury room.

But I... I figured, you
being my brother, you know.

I understand.

All right, Missouri
Mule, I'll talk to him.

It's nice and dark tonight, too.

I'll find out just how
good his eyes really are.

Well, that'll take
care of the paperwork.

Now if you'd just sign
this report, Mr. Murdock.

- Thank you very much.
- Think nothing of it.

Just happened to be in the
right place at the right time.

Say, Sheriff?

Did you catch the look
on Cartwright's face

when he realized Wrenn
was trying to escape?

You know, Wrenn,

I think the jury will
finally reach a verdict

of guilty tomorrow.

You got a dirty soul,
ain't you, Murdock?

A dirty, vicious soul.

And you got the devil's taste

for pushing misery on
those that can't fight back.

You talk about me killing.

You got your own
special way of murdering.

Listen, if I had
killed ten times over,

I wouldn't trade
my soul for yours!

I don't have to take that
from you, Wrenn, you...

Mr. Murdock, I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

I don't allow nobody badgering
my prisoners. Come on.

Ah, just remember
something, Sheriff.

He wouldn't be your prisoner
no more if it wasn't for me.

That sort of makes him my
prisoner, too, doesn't it? Hmm?

Yeah.

Hey, Sheriff.

Yeah?

Is that true, what he
said, I mean, about...

about the jury coming in
with a verdict tomorrow?

I don't know. Wouldn't
surprise me none.

After all, Hoss Cartwright
was the only juryman

who's holding out for
you, and you had to go

and pull this foolish
jailbreak right in front of him.

Well, it's like I've said...

there's some people born
lucky, no rhyme, no reason,

just born lucky.

And there's others that
have trouble dribble on 'em

all their lives, like...

like sand in an hourglass,

dribbling down and piling up.

N-Now, don't get too
down in the dumps, Jamie.

I mean, after all,

we don't know for sure if
Hoss is gonna change his mind.

Say, badge man,

where's that supper you
was gonna bring us, huh?

Yeah, yeah, we're hungry.

- That's right.
- You'll get it, boys,

just as soon as my
deputy gets back.

Adam.

Adam Cartwright.

Yeah, Mr. Olson.

Uh, over here, Adam.

Evening, Hjalmer.

I just came by to
pay my respects.

I'm sorry about your brother.

Glad to see ya, Adam.

Come on in, I'll
light up the oil lamp.

Yeah, I didn't see your
light when I rode up.

I thought maybe you were asleep.

I don't burn the
lamp much, Adam.

Oil costs money.

Besides, I got eyes like a cat.

Yeah, so I just found out.

Won't you sit down, Adam?

Thanks.

Did Hoss tell you
to come out here?

Yes, Hjalmer, as a
matter of fact he did.

I just got back in town and...

we were talking about it and...

he's still kinda concerned
about the testimony at the trial,

you know, as to whether or not
you saw what you said you saw.

Well, we talked,

and I agreed to come
over and maybe, you know,

go over it with you once
more, real careful like,

and maybe help him
make up his mind.

Well, you can see for yourself
what good eyes I've got.

Yeah, sure gave me a
start out there in the dark.

Well, if you went back
and told that to Hoss,

wouldn't that satisfy him?

Yeah, maybe.

Well, then, Hoss
could vote with the jury,

and then they can
bring in a verdict of guilty

against Jamie Wrenn.

Yeah, but I can't
tell Hoss how to vote.

Oh... I know that, Adam.

All I'm looking for
is a way to end it

once and for all.

First I...

wanted to see Wrenn
hung for what he did.

I wanted vengeance
for my brother.

Adam...

maybe the jury could just
give Jamie a life sentence?

Well, of course the jury
doesn't determine the sentence.

It'd be up to the judge.

But, I dunno...

Crane's kind of
got his hands tied.

Jury comes in
with a guilty verdict,

I feel pretty sure he'll
sentence him to hang.

So be it then.

Tell me, Hjalmer,

where exactly was that
box when Jamie took it?

Oh, oh, I'll tell you
all about it, Adam.

You see, I was over
sleeping in that bed,

and my brother was over here.

- Yeah.
- And this noise woke me up,

and I looked over and I saw
Jamie Wrenn at the fireplace.

And, uh...

he found the money
box behind this stone.

My brother was
scuffling with him.

I jumped out of my bed,
and ran to help him...

and there was a shot.

My brother, my brother fell...

Jamie grabbed the
money box and ran.

How do you suppose

he knew where
the box was hidden?

Oh...

folks around here
know we're frugal, Adam.

They figure we got a
hoard hidden someplace.

Where else in here would
you hide a money box,

except in the fireplace?

Yeah, you're right.

That's a nice one, too.

Matter of fact, you
and your brother

did a very good
job on this place.

My brother didn't help
me. I did it all by myself.

This whole place,
with my own hands.

My brother wasn't very
good with tools, Adam.

Yeah, I understand.

Uh...

this whole thing's
been a sorrowful mess.

Yeah, sure has.

Oh, Adam... um, tell me,

Jamie Wrenn, after they
hang him, what then?

Boy comes from a poor family.

End up on Boot Hill I suppose.

Well...

Adam, I want, I want
to make a contribution.

See to it that... Jamie
gets a headstone.

That's very generous
of you, Hjalmer.

Well... thanks for your time.

I'm sorry about your brother.

I better be getting along.

Oh, I'll walk you out, Adam.

Say, Hjalmer, it's, uh,
kind of a long ride back,

and all that talk
made me thirsty.

I think I'll have some
of your well water.

A-Adam, uh, I got a
fresh bucket in the house.

I'll go get it.

Oh, don't trouble yourself.
The well's right here.

Now wait a... Wait
a minute, Adam.

You're my guest, please let me.

Oh, thanks, Hjalmer.

You got a loose stone there.
You ought to get that fixed.

Thanks, good night.

♪♪

♪♪

Well, I guess you
could say the whole thing

was kind of accidental.

Anyway, when I rode off...

all the pieces sort
of fell together.

I decided to double back,

and I found him
there with the money.

What do you got to say
for yourself, Mr. Olson?

My brother was always wanting

to spend our money, buy land.

Money is too precious
to squander like that.

We argued and
argued, and I killed him.

But what did you want
to try and throw the blame

on Jamie Wrenn for?

'Cause he was the easiest one.

Always gettin' into
trouble, sassin' people.

Everybody knew he was no good.

Who'd ever think
he was innocent?

Sorry I put that dollar
in your pocket, Hoss.

I just had to do it.

I wanted them to think
you was mixed up in it.

Mr. Olson, I don't understand.

How could you let
an innocent man die

for a crime you'd committed?

Well,

it was the law said
he had to die, not me.

I was willing to chip in
for a headstone for him.

That's mighty big of ya.

Would you listen to that
now? Would you listen to that?

Well, badge man, are you
gonna let me outta here,

or are you gonna
keep me cooped up

in this stinkin'
hole all night long?

Now you take it easy, Jamie.

Come on, Olson.

You got the wrong man in here.

Come on, let me out of here.

Yes, sir, badge man, you
keep that badge polished.

Who knows? Someday you might
even make U.S. Marshal, huh?

Well, you're a big
man, Cartwright.

Yeah... you really
are a big man.

Well, see you around, citizens.

You know, Pa, you was right.

About what?

You said, uh, a man
was never wrong...

when he stood up
for what was right.

Them jury trials are gonna
be the death of me yet.

Now I got to go out and
arrest that Ralph Black

for stealing chickens,
and he'll probably want

a jury trial, too.

Where in the world
am I gonna get anybody

to sit on a jury for...

Hey, you fellas
could help me out.

Just this once, huh?

It pays a dollar a day.
All you have to do is sit...

This has been a
color presentation

of the NBC Television Network.