Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 8, Episode 31 - The Wormwood Cup - full transcript

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I'll be glad to
help you with that.

Oh, no, thank you. I can manage.

Oh, howdy do, ma'am.

Hello.

I'm Linda Roberts.

Oh, yes, Miss Roberts.

I got your telegram.

I have a nice room for
you... Second floor, front.



Oh, that'll be just fine.

- Would you register, please?
- Yes.

I don't have time to
take my bag upstairs.

Would you watch it for me?

Why, surely.

And where is the courthouse?

One block down the street.

That's where they're
holding the inquest?

- Yes, ma'am, but the inquest...
- That's good, thank you.

Sure glad that's over with.

Yeah, so am I.

Amos, I-I'd like to say...

It's all been said,
Ben, in there.

Well, legal things have
been said, but the...



I'm not interested.

You killed my boy.

No matter what a
coroner's jury said,

it was murder, not self-defense.

You should have been
held for trial and convicted.

If your name weren't
Cartwright, you would've been.

Amos, I... I wanted
to see you dead, Joe.

Come on, let's go.

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Joe?

About time to turn in, isn't it?

It's getting kind of late.

I don't feel much
like sleeping yet, Pa.

I just can't keep from
thinking about Mr. Crenshaw.

The way he looked at
me today, things he said.

He must know I didn't
want to shoot Zack.

I did everything
I could to stop it.

If he just hadn't have
drawn the gun on me.

Oh, everybody knows that, Joe.

All the witnesses
testified to it.

Everybody knows it.

Everybody except Zack's father.

No, I think... I think
you're wrong, Joe.

I think he knows it, too.

Deep down inside, he knows it.

He just can't get
himself to believe it.

Awful hard for a father to
admit to himself that his...

his son tried to kill a man.

Well... maybe if I...

if I went over and
I... and I talked to him,

and tried to ex-explain it.

Joe, Joe, Joe, listen.

There's... there's
nothing you can explain.

You've said everything
there is to say.

What Amos needs now is time...

Time to think, time
to let the wound heal,

time to face the truth,

to be honest with himself.

Yeah, I... I guess...
I guess you're right.

And... what you need,
young man, is some sleep.

I want you and Hoss to go
into town real early tomorrow

and get some new men
for that ditch-digging, so...

off to bed.

Right.

And, Joe...

you did everything you could.

There was nothing
else you could do.

Absolutely nothing.

- Get some sleep, huh?
- Yeah.

Hi, fellas.

- Hi, Little Joe.
- Hey, Bruno.

- How you doing?
- Hoss.

- Howdy, Bruno.
- Couple of beers, huh?

- Right.
- We need some men for a ditching job.

Joe Cartwright.

Real live celebrity right
here in Virginia City.

All right, what's the joke?

Little Joe, we're
going to have to start

looking at you in a new light.

Had no idea you were
such a valuable critter.

What's it all about?

According to this,

you're worth as much
dead as Jesse James.

Lady wants you dead.

You must have done
something awful bad.

Promised to marry her, maybe...

and then backed out.

Well, I hate to
disappoint you, boys,

but I'm as much in the
dark about this as you are.

You mind if I keep this?

Go right ahead.

There's plenty more of them.

Little lady has them
tacked up all over town.

We'll be back for
those beers later.

Why would anybody
do a thing like that?

I don't know, but
I'm gonna find out.

Not without me, you ain't.

Room 26, Joe.

Miss Roberts is expecting you.

She told me to
send you right up.

Thanks.

The Cartwright
brothers. Come in.

You, uh... you
Miss Linda Roberts?

I am, Mr. Cartwright.

As far as I know,
we've never met before.

I saw her yesterday out
in front of the courthouse.

And I saw both of you
there for the first time.

So you've seen me just once.

This isn't a very funny joke.

I can assure you
that poster is no joke.

Let me get this straight.

You don't even
know my little brother,

and yet you'll pay just
any yahoo with a gun

a thousand dollars to kill him?

That's exactly right.

Now you've learned
what you came to learn.

- Now you can both leave.
- Not just yet, Miss Roberts.

I want to know why
you want me killed.

You should know,
and if you don't,

you can wonder about that...

for as long as you live.

You put a thousand
dollars on my head

and you won't even tell me why.

You must be out of your mind.

Not at all.

I'm sure you know why.

I give you my word I
haven't the slightest idea.

Doesn't the name "Roberts"
mean anything to you?

Billy Roberts?

He was my brother,
and you killed him...

In Carson City, June
16, at 11:00 at night,

in an alley behind
the Nevada House.

He didn't have a chance.

His gun was still in his holster
when the sheriff found him.

And don't tell me
you weren't there,

because I know differently.

I'm not denying I was there.

I was staying at
the Nevada House.

I was questioned along
with 15 or 20 other men.

But you were the only one

who fit the description
the eyewitness gave.

The witness saw me
at the investigation

and said I wasn't the man.

He said he didn't
think you were.

It was dark in the alley,
and he could hardly see.

What a coincidence.

You were questioned

about the death of my
brother and released.

A month later, you were
questioned and released

about the killing
of Zack Crenshaw.

It's quite a habit with
you, isn't it, Mr. Cartwright?

Killing people and
getting away with it.

Zack Crenshaw
pulled a gun on me.

I had no choice. There
were a dozen witnesses.

A dozen witnesses
bought and paid for

with Cartwright money.

Now, get out of here.

Both of you, get out.

Come on, Joe.

Boy, she sure has her
mind made up, don't she?

Yeah, she sure does.

Well, don't worry about it.

Nobody's going to take
that poster seriously anyhow.

You sure of that, huh?

No, the, uh... whole
thing's silly, Joe.

Got a thousand-dollar
reward on that poster.

People act pretty silly
for a thousand dollars.

See if we can hire the
men for that ditching job.

He's coming down the street.
He'll be here any minute.

Bartender.

Put this on the back bar.

Look, I don't want any
trouble in here, mister.

Then do as I say.

We'll take those two
beers now, Bruno.

He, uh, made me put it up, Hoss.

They went tearing out
of here to see the lady.

They came back meaner
than a pair of rattlesnakes.

Yeah, begins to look
like the lady's got a case.

That poster must
mean what it says.

Well, if she's willing to
pay a thousand dollars,

he must have hurt her bad
enough to deserve killing.

How about that, Joe?

What did you do
to the little lady?

He ain't talking, Jim.

He's too ashamed to tell us.

I figure that's proof enough.

It's time somebody did
something about you, Cartwright.

And I'm just the
man for the job.

You doing this for Miss
Roberts or for the money?

Both.

Not often a man
gets a chance to...

do a lady a good turn
and get paid besides.

Well, I hate to disappoint you,

but it takes two
to make a gunfight.

I'm not interested.

Only when you can draw on
a boy who hasn't got a chance.

Come on, Joe. Let's go home.

You draw or crawl.

Or every time you
leave the Ponderosa,

I'm gonna give you a beating

until you're man
enough to face me.

Hold it.

This scattergun is loaded
with birdshot and rock salt.

The first man that
makes a fighting move

will eat standing
up for a month.

Now, what's going on here?

This fella here
was trying to collect

the thousand-dollar reward.

Are you serious?

That's what the man said.

I was just on my way to see you

about that woman putting
them posters up all over town.

I didn't figure she'd
get any takers so soon.

Get his gun. His, too.

All right. Let's go.

Still think those
posters are silly?

Your hat, friend.

Thanks.

I'll give those two
24 hours in a cell,

20 minutes to leave town.

Shouldn't have any
more trouble with 'em.

Then I'll go over to the hotel

and have a talk
with Miss Roberts.

I'll go with you.

Joe.

Look, maybe we ought to
get on back to the Ponderosa.

Pa's gonna be worried
about us anyhow.

We haven't hired the men
for that ditching crew yet.

I'll take care of that.
Joe, you go on home.

What do you want me to
do then, hide under the bed?

Aw, Joe, just hold
on. Hoss is right.

There might be a couple
other drifters around town

like those two I just locked up.

No use looking for
trouble. Give me a little time,

I'll get this thing
straightened out.

Look, Joe, you do
what Clem says.

I'll hire the men. I'll take
care of everything here.

You go on.

Hoss, make sure
he stays out of town

till this thing simmers down.

I'll let your pa know when.

Thank you, Clem.

I'd like to put some
money in the safe, please.

Certainly, Miss Roberts.

Miss Linda Roberts?

Yes. What can I
do for you, Sheriff?

Well, I, uh, been finding
these all over town.

Did you tack 'em up?

- Yes, I did.
- Why?

I don't think that
concerns you, Sheriff.

Well, I do.

These posters incite
to murder, ma'am.

That's against the law.

Incite to murder?
You're quite wrong.

That poster
specifies a fair fight.

A fair fight in self-defense.

That's what a coroner's
jury said yesterday.

Now, wait a minute...

Self-defense is no crime,

and the only thing
you can charge me with

is inciting someone
to protect his own life.

I'm afraid it goes a
lot deeper than that,

but I'm not gonna stand here
and argue the law with you, ma'am.

We got us a prosecutor in
town that's paid to do that.

It's been nice, Sheriff.

My key, please.

Oh, you won't be
needing your key.

You're going with me.

I'm gonna lock you up.

On what charge?

Suspicion of inciting to murder.

And just how long do
you think you can hold me?

Long enough to make
you see a few facts

and realize you're
making a big mistake.

After you.

Joseph, Hoss and I have been
talking. We agree with Clem.

You'd better stay
away from Virginia City

for the next few days.

- Oh, but, Pa, the whole...
- No buts. No buts.

There's plenty
for you to do here.

You can take charge
of the ditching job,

and that'll keep you busy
enough so you won't have time

to think about other things.

Well, he hired the new
men. Why can't he handle it?

Because I want you to do it.

All right.

Listen, Hop Sing's been clanging
those pots and pans around

back there for an hour.
We'd better get back and eat

or we're gonna lose a good cook.

What'd you say, Hoss?

I said... oh.

Hi, Hop Sing.

I'll get it. I'll
get it, I'll get it.

Clem, come on in.

Hello, Joe.

Ben, Hoss, Hop Sing.

How'd you make
out with the girl?

Well, I put her in a cell,

made her read a complete
report of the inquest.

Yeah? What'd she
say after she read that?

She said it didn't
change a thing.

As far as she's concerned, all
the witnesses were bought off.

Only thing it does is reconfirm
that you're fast with a gun.

Well, she gets an idea in
her head, she sticks with it,

- doesn't she?
- Mm-hmm.

Woman's as stubborn as a
mule and twice as dangerous.

Clem, is she still in jail?

Yep. See, and
they can't post bail

until the court and the
prosecutor fix the amount.

Now, if, uh... if we
drop the charges,

- you have to let her out, right?
- Well,

- that's right, but I...
- Joseph,

I do think we ought
to drop charges.

Might as well. Doesn't do
any good keeping her in a cell.

What about the posters?

Well, I took 'em all down,

but the harm's already
been done, Ben.

I can't figure out, if
she wants me dead,

why doesn't she do it herself?

Well, she thinks this fair play
business will get the job done

and keep her out
of trouble to boot.

Besides, I don't believe
she can even fire a gun.

Until a month ago,
she was teaching

English deportment and manners

in a finishing school for
young ladies back east.

Manners.

Remind me never to go back east.

Supper ready long time.

Either Mr. Clem join for supper

or leave house
so family can eat.

Clem, how about it?

Well, I'd like to,
Ben, thank you.

I'd sure like to, Hop Sing,

but, uh, I'd better
be getting on my way.

Oh, I sent a wire to the
sheriff of Carson City,

explaining the problem here.

He promised to wire back
if anything new turns up

concerning the death
of Miss Roberts' brother.

Thank you, Clem.

Well, good night, boys.

Good night, Clem. Thanks again.

Boy.

Joseph.

Let's eat.

Yeah.

Boy.

It's about time.

You can thank Joe
Cartwright for your release.

He wanted the charges dropped.

I wouldn't have
been so generous.

I'm sure Mr. Cartwright's a very
generous man. He can afford it.

But you can tell him for
me he isn't fooling anyone.

He can't hide his guilt
behind a display of generosity.

Good night, Sheriff.

Don't make any noise.

I don't want to
hurt you. Just listen.

I understand you want
Joe Cartwright killed.

Is that correct?

And you're willing to pay a
thousand dollars for his death.

Is that correct?

Fine. I'll do the job for you.

But I want half the
money in advance.

How do I know you won't take it,

run away, and not do it?

You want your brother's
killer dead, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Hire me, and Joe
Cartwright dies.

All right.

But I have to open my purse.

Do it.

But don't turn around.

Don't turn around.

I'll be in touch shortly
for the rest of my money.

Check the men up
on the east section.

I'll take care of the west.

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You two supposed to
be working on the ditch up

on the west section?

Yeah. We was just
taking a little rest, that's all.

When my brother hired
you, didn't he tell you

there was no
drinking on the job?

Yeah, that's right.

That's what he told us.

Good, I just want to make sure.

I hate to fire
anybody by mistake.

You got a day's pay coming.
Pick it up at the house.

You ought to have more
respect for your elders, boy.

I don't see any difference
between a lazy old man

and a lazy young one.

Don't move, boy.

You know, you
cut me to the quick

calling me and
my friend here lazy.

Of course, the truth
of the matter is, we are.

That's why we took the job.

Seemed like an easy way to
make a fast thousand dollars.

Since we heard you
weren't coming to town,

we figured the least we
could do was come to see you.

A lot of people
know I'm out here.

They know you're
working here, too...

You're not gonna
get away with it.

We ain't gonna hide it, boy.

You're gonna
die in a fair fight.

Luke's gonna shoot you,
and they're gonna find you

with your gun in your
hand, right where I put it.

Then I'll tell the law

how you started the fight
and... Luke just had to shoot.

And I'm a good witness.

All right, throw it over
here, nice and easy.

You two had better ride out.

Don't stop for a long time.

It won't be very healthy
for you around Virginia City.

Come on, move.

Lucky thing I came along.

If you hadn't, I'd
have been dead now.

I was on my way
over to the Ponderosa.

I just wanted to
tell you that I...

know you didn't
want to kill my Zack.

I guess I knew it all along.

I just couldn't bring
myself to admit it.

Well... I said it.

I'd better get back to my place.

Hey, Mr. Crenshaw.

Look, why, why don't you
come on over to our place,

maybe have supper?

I-I know... Pa would
like to see you.

No, thanks... I-I
don't think so today.

Started digging a
new well on my place,

just to keep busy.

Besides, a man has to
get used to being alone.

You say hello to
your father for me.

Good-bye, Joe.

Good-bye, sir.

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I'm quite serious, Joe...
I don't want you near

any of the new men until Clem
has things settled down in town.

I'll take care of things around
here for a few days, Joe.

- Thanks.
- You know...

I think you started
this whole thing

just so I'd have to
do your work for you.

Pa, if you don't need me

for the next few
days, I'd, uh...

I'd like to go to
Mr. Crenshaw's place

and give him a hand
digging that well.

Well, it's fine with me,

if you don't think Amos
wouldn't rather be alone.

No.

No, if you'd have seen him today

and talked to him the way I
did, I think you'd agree with me.

I think that's the last thing
he wants, is to be left alone.

Hmm, well, fine.

Tell Amos that if
he needs anything,

if we can help him in anyway...

He knows that already.

Good enough.

I think I'm gonna turn in.

I want to get an early
start. Good night.

- Good night, Joe.
- Good night, Joe.

You know, Pa, things have been
kind of rough for Mr. Crenshaw.

I have an idea that
Joe's being over there

might make him
feel a little better.

Yes, I... I hope so.

I know that being there
will make Joe feel better.

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I'm gonna start work on
the new well tomorrow, Zack.

I saw Joe Cartwright today.

I told him I was sorry about
the way I've been acting.

I told him I was trying to
get used to being alone.

I could see he looked bad.

He'll be coming
around for a visit soon.

Real soon.

Hey, Mr. Crenshaw.

Hello, Joe.

What are you doing out this way?

I, uh, got pretty well caught
up with my chores at home.

I... thought I might come out

and give you a hand
digging that well.

Well, that's mighty kind of you

to take pity on an old man.

But I can make out all right.

Yeah, well, look, it's got
nothing to do with pity.

It's really kind of
selfish on my part.

You know, that... trouble
we had out at the ranch

the other day, I
thought it'd be...

best if I didn't go near
strangers for a while.

You sure that's the reason?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Well, in that case,
grab a shovel.

It's no fun working alone.

Why don't you take a little
rest, let me get in there.

I'd be glad to.

Heard there was a
little trouble in town.

What's it all about?

A girl named Linda Roberts...

got an idea I killed her
brother because of...

Because of what
happened to Zack?

You can say it, Joe.

I learned to say
it, to accept it.

Doesn't do any good to
pretend it didn't happen.

It's no good for
either one of us.

I, uh... I guess you're right.

I know I'm right.

Now let's get in here
and work together.

I have a feeling we've
got to go a long way down

before we get what we're after.

A long way.

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Well, how'd it go?

Fine. How you doing?

I'm doing all right.

You look all worked out.

- Yeah.
- How'd everything go?

Good, good. We got a lot
of work done on the well.

I wasn't thinking
about the well.

How did it go with Amos?

- It went fine with Amos.
- Good.

- Yeah, a lot better than I expected.
- Good.

You know, what you were
telling me the other night was right.

Give a man a
little time to think.

It made me feel better, too.

I... I knew it wasn't my
fault about Zack, but still...

No, no, no. You don't
have to explain to me.

- I know how you feel.
- Yeah.

- You feeling hungry?
- You bet I am.

- Supper's ready. Get washed up.
- Okay.

♪♪

We did good today, Zack.

It won't be long.

It won't be long, I promise you.

The well ain't
deep enough yet...

but it will be.

It will be.

Here she comes.

- Coming back.
- Go ahead. Let her go.

Howdy, Clem.

This just came from the
sheriff over at Carson.

Figured you'd
want it right away.

Thanks, Pat.

Kind of a surprise, ain't it?

Yeah, it sure is.

Who is it?

It's the sheriff.

I think we've said all
there is to say, Sheriff.

Oh, I don't believe
we have said it all.

I just got word from Carson City

concerning the man who
murdered your brother.

Your brother's killer has
been positively identified

by the eyewitness

from a sketch on the front page
of the Virginia City Enterprise.

They get our paper a
few days late in Carson.

Zack Crenshaw?

That's right.

The man Joe Cartwright
shot in self-defense

is the man who
killed your brother.

I don't believe it.

Well... here's a telegram.

You read it.

I don't know what to say.

Well, I'll tell you what to say.

You make sure the word's
spread as fast as possible

that you've canceled your offer,
just in case somebody's thinking

of trying for that
thousand dollars.

Then get over to
the newspaper office

and have some new
posters printed up,

admitting your mistake.

Do you realize you came close

to hiring somebody to
kill an innocent man?

Sheriff, I've already hired
a man to kill Joe Cartwright.

You've what?

I already paid a man
to kill Joe Cartwright.

Who is he? What's his name?

I don't know. I don't even
know what he looks like!

You listen to me, young lady,

you get to making
sense, and quick.

I-I... I came in my
room, it was dark,

and he wouldn't
let me see his face.

He wanted half the money in,
in advance, and I was so sure

that Joe killed Billy
that I gave it to him.

You were so sure.

I'd better get out
to the Ponderosa

and warn the Cartwrights
what's happening.

- I'm gonna go with you.
- No, you're not gonna go with me.

I believe Joe Cartwright's
had enough of you

- to last a lifetime.
- Well, you can't deny me

the chance to prove that I
was wrong, to say that I'm sorry.

All right, you can go, but we
stop at the newspaper first.

You have no idea who
it was that you hired?

I've told you everything
I know, Mr. Cartwright.

I'd give anything if it
hadn't happened, if I...

Was there anything...

distinctive about, uh,
about the man's voice,

the way he talked,
the way he walked,

anything at all?

His voice was muffled.

Other than that, nothing.

I'm so sorry.

Well...

I'm grateful for
trying to help us.

I was so sure.

I've been so foolish.

Well, Clem, it sure doesn't
give us very much to go on,

- does it?
- Nope. Could be almost anyone.

You know, it could be one of
those two men Mr. Crenshaw

and I booted off the
ranch the other day.

Yes, it could be.

What's this you're
talking about?

Oh, two of the fellas
like the one in the saloon,

looking for easy money.

I'm inclined to think that...

when the news gets around
that the offer has been canceled,

whoever it was took
the $500 is just gonna

get out of town and forget it.

Well, I think so, too.

The Enterprise is printing
up those special posters

right now, gonna put
the story on page one.

Two or three days,
it should be all over.

But that's two, three days.

Joe, I wouldn't go
near any strangers

or any of the new
hands until then.

Don't worry, I don't intend to.

Well, I'd better
take Miss Roberts

back to town, get to
putting up those posters.

I should stop at
Crenshaw's on the way back.

He'll have to know about
his boy sooner or later.

Hey, Clem. Why-Why
don't you let me

take this wire over to
Mr. Crenshaw, hmm?

Joe, I...

I think you'd better stay
close to the Ponderosa.

Well, I'm not gonna
run into any strangers

on the way out
to Mr. Crenshaw's.

I've been working with
him the last few days.

It's gonna hit him pretty hard.

I think he might take it a
little better coming from me.

How about it?

Well, just as far as
the Crenshaw ranch

and back, no more. Understood?

Understood, don't worry.

And you stop worrying.

Everything's gonna be all right.

If anything happens to you
because of what I've done...

I'll never forgive myself.

Hey.

Come on now,

I just told you everything's
gonna be all right.

You go back to town
and get some sleep.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

Hmm.

Mr. Crenshaw.

Mr. Crenshaw.

Zack?

Didn't you put in
enough hours here today?

I, uh...

just wanted to come over
and talk to you for a little while.

Talk to me?

Sure.

Come on in.

You want to talk to me, huh?

Well, sure.

Had your supper?

No, sir, I, uh...

I haven't but I-I'm
not hungry, thank you.

Oh, nonsense.

A growing boy's always hungry.

Come on, sit down.

Good beef stew, hot and ready.

No, really, it's ver...
it's very kind of you,

- but I'm not hungry, I...
- Come on now, I mean it.

We don't want that
stew to get cold.

There's plenty of time
to talk, uh, after you eat.

I ain't the best
cook in the world.

Zack always liked my stew.

Mr. Crenshaw, I...

I came over here to
talk to you about Zack.

He was a handsome boy.

Wild and free.

Spirited, like a fine horse.

Well, he-he was a good
boy, wasn't he, Joe?

Now, you, uh...

eat your stew while it's hot.

Zack didn't like to
let his stew get cold.

Mr. Crenshaw, I have a...

a wire from Carson City
I think you should read.

For me?

The sheriff in Carson
sent it to Clem, and I...

asked him if I
could bring it to you.

I'm sorry.

Where'd you get this wire?

Told you the sheriff in
Carson sent it to Clem.

I know what you said.

Isn't enough that
you murdered my son.

Now you're making
up stories to...

to make him look like
he was a killer like you.

You don't fool me,
not for one minute.

Mr. Crenshaw, I know
this is hard for you, but I...

I'm not the only
one you don't fool.

Linda Roberts... she
knows what you are.

She knows you
murdered her brother

just like you murdered my Zack.

She gave me $500 to kill you.

Not that I wanted the money,

just that I didn't want
no one else doing it.

All the time we've
been digging that well,

I've been planning
on how to kill you.

Mr. Crenshaw, you
have to listen to me.

Linda Roberts knows I
did not kill her brother.

She came to the ranch
today and said she was sorry,

that she was wrong.

She came out to the Ponderosa?

I swear it.

She's even printing up posters
saying she knows she was wrong.

Why would she give me $500
if she knew she was wrong?

Because she
didn't know the truth

when she gave you the money.

Please believe me.

You ain't eating your
stew, Joe, it's getting cold.

Why don't...

Why don't you put
down the gun and...

and I'll eat.

Sure.

You...

You were telling me
about Miss Roberts.

Yeah.

She knows she was wrong, that...

that's what I was telling you.

Oh.

Yeah, now I remember.

Your... Your stew's cold.

I'll get you some more.

Zack always liked my stew.

Zack.

Zack's dead.

And you murdered him.

You may be able
to fool Miss Roberts,

but you can't fool me.

That well we've been digging

is gonna be your grave.

My father and the sheriff know
I came out here to see you.

That don't matter.

They think I'm your friend.

I saved your life.

I was... gonna
kill you that day.

That's why I was following you.

But I-I had to
talk to Zack first.

Then I got a better idea.

I got $500 from Miss Roberts.

And I let you help me,

so's folks would
think we were friends.

That wire is a lie.

Tell me it's a lie.

I wish I could, Amos.

I wish I could.

Why, Zack?

Why?

You... You were such a good boy.

Such a good little boy.

Oh, help me.

Oh, God, help me.

♪♪

Well, I guess it's time to go.

I know I've said I'm
sorry so many times, but...

But it's silly to say it again.

You have a good trip
and take care of yourself.

I will.

Mr. Cartwright.

Bye-bye.

- Hoss.
- Bye, ma'am.

You know, I think
that little lady's

gonna be all right.

Yes, I think so, too.

I just hope Amos
will be all right.

Well, a man learns
to face the truth, he...

he learns to live with himself.

He'll be all right.

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