01x25 - Bad Luck Betty

[bunniefuu]

So, old man.
You feeling
any different?

Huh?

It's a birthday, Poole,
not a funeral.

I'm sorry.
I'm just feeling
a little odd all day.

I think
it's called
getting older.

No. It's more like...

Have you ever
had the feeling
you were being watched?

Cake's ready.

Ah.

Uh, Soc, come on
over here.

We got a little
something for you.

Hey, hey, everybody,

Settle down!
Settle down!

[PIANO PLAYS FANFARE]

Happy birthday, Soc.

[WHISTLES]

Whoo-hoo!
Oh!

What the...

Come on. Come on up.
Make a wish.

[MAN]
Get on up there!

Whip, when I
said get a cake

I meant something,
you know, about that big.

How am I gonna
get a woman

in a cake that big.

A woman?

As soon as Soc
blows out the candles

Miss Dorie's going
to jump up...

and kiss him.

Blow out those candles!

[PIANO PLAYS]

[SOCRATES]
Hey, Brisco!

Soc?

Help!
Soc?

[BOWLER]
Turn on them lights!

Socrates?

Soc?

Somebody grabbed him,
dragged him off that way.

Happy birthday, Soc.

Come on, Bowler.
We got work to do.

[THEME MUSIC]

Hey, we've been
tracking all night.

Think maybe
we could get a rest?

Yeah, looks like
you in luck.

This is where
the trail ends.

Whoever kidnapped Poole
brought him here alright.

Odd-looking townfolk
around these parts, Brisco.

Yeah, well, Whip,
keep your eyes open.

Shout if you
see anything.

I didn't exactly
see him.

I smelled him.
Whip--

You're here
because you said

you could identify
whoever grabbed
Socrates.

I can. Just have
to do a little

sniffing around is all.

He had a very distinctive odor.

Great. Later on,
I'll put a leash on you

and we'll go out
hunting rabbits.

[SHOUTING]

Let me go,
you filthy freak!

Ha ha!

He threw a rock through
my train's window!

Let go of me,
you big tub of lard!

Hey, hey, hey!
Hold it down!

That rock smashed
an expensive mirror.

-Huh! He broke a mirror?
-Yes.

Aw, son, do you know
that's seven years
of bad luck?

Whew!

I'm a-letting him go.
What?

He's got enough
troubles as it is

without the law
buttin' in.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

You think you've had
a run of bad luck?

You wait till I talk
to Sheriff Hyde.

When I get back

we're going to have a little
talk about your future.

Uh, excuse me.
Are you, uh

the law in this town?

That's right.
Deputy Betty O'Donnell.

Brisco County, Jr.

What can I do you for?

Well, we're looking
for a friend.

Where'd he go?

Well, he was kidnapped
in San Francisco.

We tracked two horses
to the outskirts of your town

then we lost 'em.

Kidnapped? Whoo,
that's serious business.

You best
talk to the sheriff.

He's over to the clinic.

Uh, Whip.

We're going to have
to stay overnight.

Why don't you
get us a room
with the hotel.

Well, you can't do that.

The hotel b*rned down last year

but Miss Grayson
runs a boardinghouse

just outside of town.

A room's a room.

How'd the hotel
burn down?

It was an accident...

Although nobody believes me.

Poole?

Sure, I remember him.

Skinny little blond fellow.
Kind of nervous.

Haven't heard his name
in years.

So he lived here?

Sure did.

Riley, open up the shades

so I can see my visitors.

Do I have to?

Riley, how many times
have I told you

a little sunlight
ain't gonna k*ll you.

Oh, alright, Frank.

Oh, Gah--

And the other one!

Aw!

You're a glutton
for punishment.

Thank you, Riley.

I'm going
to find some shade.

So what was Socrates

doing in Midnightville
back then?

Oh, he was a clerk
for an attorney.

Alex Webster.

Poole was
right out of law school.

He and Webster
handled everything

from horse thievery
to m*rder.

When Webster d*ed

Poole up and moved
to San Francisco.

That's all I know.

Haven't heard of
or seen him since.

Hello?

Ooh! Mrs. Van Allen,
this toe's itching real bad.

I got it, sheriff.

No!

That's my job.

Yeah.

Take off the gloves, please.

Somebody pass on,
ma'am?

No. Why?

Yeah!

Mrs. Van Allen,
these folks are looking
for Socrates Poole.

Remember him?

Very nice feet.

Did Socrates
make any enemies

while he was here?

Doesn't that go
with being a lawyer?

How's the other foot?

It's fine, except for
that little piggy toe.

If you don't mind
my asking

how did you
end up like this?

Oh, it was an accident.

Heh heh.

Betty leans towards
believing in superstitions.

Last week I was
coming in my office

just as she was throwing
some sugar over her shoulder.

Salt.

Well, it got me
right in the eyes.

Next thing I know

I'm layin'
on the ground

with a grandfather clock
on top of me.

No, no. You tripped
over a stool

went headfirst
into a desk

then it crashed
into the clock

and that's when
it fell on you.

Yeah, I'm just trying
to fill in the gaps. Hmm.

Always had a fear
of being cooped up.

Now look at me.

That's fine,
Mrs. Van Allen.

Anybody else?

Uh, no. We're fine,
thank you.

I'm assuming
there are records

on the cases that
Socrates handled.

Oh, County clerk
should have 'em.

Why don't you
go by his office
in the morning.

Thanks. We'll do that.

Good luck with your...
recovery.

See you tomorrow, sheriff.

Aah!

Let me guess.
My dinner?

She's a fine woman
but be careful.

They don't call her
"Bad Luck" Betty
for nothin'.

[SQUEAK]

[SQUEAK]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hello?

[SQUEAK]

[DOOR SLAMS]

Anybody home?

Hello.
Hello.

Um...can I help you?

I sure hope so.

I'm looking
for some rooms.

This is
a boardinghouse,
isn't it?

Well, that's what
it says out front.

It also says that
it's a funeral parlor.

Oh, uh, that was
my father's business
before he d*ed.

How many rooms
do you need?

That'd be three.

Okay, three rooms...

I just finished
cleaning up.

Hm, um...

Is something wrong?

There was a man looking
at me in that window.

He was right there...

Oh, it was probably
just Mr. Cross.

He was my father's
assistant.

He worked for him
for years.

? That's a long time.

Yeah. He, um,
he worshipped
my father.

He still helps out
around here

even though
I can't pay him.

Oh, it's, uh,
$. a night

and the price includes
use of the rain bath.

Rain bath?

Well, I'll be.

A rain bath.

My father
invented it.

Experimenting
and inventing things
was his passion.

I thought you said he was
in the undertaking business?

That was just
to support the family,

but he was fascinated
with death.

Death?

He believed
with the right formula

to preserve the human body

that people could
come back from the dead.

Will you be
staying long, Mr...

Morgan--Whip Morgan.

Maybe a day or so.

May I help you
with that, Miss...

Grayson.

Diana Grayson.

Uh, maybe we could
have dinner sometime

that is,
if you're not busy.

Well, I'm always busy.

But I do have to eat.

Ha ha.

[HOWLING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Hello?

Who's there? Riley?

[DOOR SLAMS]

Riley, is that you?

Riley, is that you?

Riley--

[MUMBLING]

This court is hereby
called to order.

Counselor Poole.

Counselor Poole.

You've rested long enough.

Now you have
a job to do.

What job? What are you
talking about?

You hanged
an innocent man.

Now you'll defend
those responsible.

What man? Who are you
talking about?

Me--Donald Grayson.

That's ridiculous.

Donald Grayson d*ed
years ago.

I'm back.

[HOWLING]

Ahh.

Oh!

Heh heh heh.

Heh heh heh.

You know, Bowler, sometimes
you can be very juvenile.

Hmph!

Oh, there's another
bathroom down the hall

you're welcome to use.

Thank you.

Tell me something.

There's a picture
on the wall
in my room.

Who is that?

My mother.

Oh. She's
a beautiful woman.

She d*ed a few months
before my father.

I'm sorry.

Must have been hard

losing them both
so close together.

Funny how your mind
blocks out the pain.

I went to live with my aunt
up north until I was of age

and then I felt I had
to come back here.

I find comfort here.

It's almost as if
my father was
still with me.

Well, I'm sure he is.

Why?

Do you believe
in life after death,
Mr. County?

Who, me? Well, I don't
shut the door on anything.

Except, uh,
maybe this bathroom.

I'll be downstairs
if you need anything.

Is there a lake
around here?

Carson Pond, why?

I see a boat out back.

I'm pretty good
with a pair of oars

if you're interested
in a moonlight cruise.

Ha. Not in that leaky boat.

[EXHALES]

[SNIFFS]

You smell that?

What?

I got a whiff
of that before.

All I smell
is breakfast.

Someone joining us?

You're setting
an extra place.

That's for my father.

I thought
you said he was dead?

He is.

Ahh.

Now this is
the coming thing.

Ha ha!

[HINGES CREAK]

[HUMMING]

Ha ha!

Ow! Oh! Aah! Ow!

Ow! Waah!

Aah!

Aah! Ooh!

Aah! Aah!

Sorry. I thought
you was in trouble

when I heard you
scream.

What did you do now?

Well, it's not
her fault entirely.

I b*rned myself
on this contraption.

What you doing
in here?

Me? I dragged
the court clerk
clean out of bed

to get these records
on Socrates Poole.

I thought
you'd want them
as soon as possible.

Yeah, well, it's a little
sooner than I expected.

Oh, Brisco!
Give me some warning

before you get naked
in front of me.

Bowler, how did
you make it

through four years
in the cavalry?

Well, we didn't take
no rain baths,
that's for sure.

Oh. Soc sure worked
on a lot of cases.

Town was a boardwalk
jungle back then.

Yeah, it's a lot
better now.

Brisco.

What is it?

Sheriff Hyde,
he's missing.

Mr. Riley was
on duty last night,

and I think
he knows something

about the sheriff's
disappearance

but I can't
get him to talk.

Where is he?

Right over there.

Uh, not there.

There.

He's under the house?

Yes. He lives there.

It's fixed up real nice
if you like colonial.

Uh, Mr. Riley,
this is Brisco County Jr.

Can I talk to you?

What do you want?

Uh, I need your help
if we're going to
find the sheriff.

Well, alright

but wipe your feet
before you come in

and don't drag in
any dirt

and keep
your oily hair
off my ceiling.

Go on.

After you.

Oh...

Nice place you got here.

Don't get comfortable.
You ain't staying long.

You mind moving?

I ain't seeing
your best end.

Hey, watch it now.

Hey! Now, those
are antiques now.

Hey! Were you raised
in a barn?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Who said
all you people could
come into my house?

Ow!

Now, hold it!

Everybody
just stay right
where they are.

That's easy
for you to say.

Sorry.
Sorry.

Mr. Riley, can you
just please tell us

what you saw
last night?

It was about midnight.

I was making my rounds

when I saw a hearse

parked outside of
Sheriff Hyde's window.

A hearse?

A hearse...
without a horse.

A horseless hearse.

Whoever heard of
a horseless hearse?

It was hideous.

And I wasn't
from here to your butt

when I saw
who was driving it.

Sheriff Hyde?

Donald Grayson.

Ah, Riley, sweetheart

the man's been dead
years.

No, it was him.

There's no mistaking him

in that undertaker's suit
he always wore.

The one he was buried in.

So you're
saying that
Donald Grayson

is back
from the dead.

Diana said
that her father

was
experimenting
with ways

to come
back to life.

He dragged Sheriff Hyde
into the back of that hearse

and then took off
down the road.

How can you take off
if the hearse don't
have a horse?

Oh, he--that's
a stupid question!

You ought be asking how
he came back from the dead.

Maybe he didn't.

Maybe he faked
his own death.

No, he's dead.

I was only
a little girl

but I saw his hanging
firsthand.

I wore a little
pinafore dress

had a bag
of licorice dots.

You know, them hard ones
you can't find anymore.

Well, if he's back,
he's dead.

If he's dead,
he can't be back!

Sounds like he's back.

If he's back,
he can't be dead!

Alright. Time out.

Maybe we ought
to investigate

some more normal
possibilities.

Let's not forget
our goal here--

finding Socrates.

Yeah, and I'm
only asking

but would any of you
like one of these
rabbit's feets?

Oh. Hey, yeah.
Don't mind if I do.

Find anything?

No.
That's the problem.

No wheel tracks,
no hoofprints,
no nothing.

Why are we
listening to a man

with a -foot ceiling
anyway?

Hey, Bowler.

Take a look
at this bootprint.

That's just like the one we saw
outside the Horseshoe Club

the night
Poole disappeared.

Right.

What do you
think will make
a mark like that?

Why, that's
Donald Grayson's
bootprint.

The man is dead.

Dead men don't
make tracks.

And now I'm
telling you it's him.

I'll tell you why.

Grayson almost lost
his foot in the w*r

and the army built him
a special boot

with a metal strap
so's he could walk.

I saw it enough times as a kid
to know it when I see it now.

Okay. You say Grayson's
come back from the grave.

Bowler says he hasn't.

Now, there's only one
sure way to find out.

You know, they say

if you disturb the dead,
you'll be cursed.

Superstitions
are for old ladies
and gypsies.

Oh! Oopsie.

Sorry.

Come on.
Let's try it again.

On . , , .

Aah!

[LOUD GASP]

You okay?

It's Sheriff Hyde.

[g*nsh*t]

Hey, get down!

[g*nsh*t]

Hey, I'd know
that chrome dome
anywhere!

That's Mr. Cross!

Cross, it's
Deputy O'Donnell!

Come out
with your hands up!

Alright! That's it!
Out into the open!

Don't make
no sudden moves!

Nice and easy!

Bad Luck Betty, huh?

Don't call me that.

And
give me that g*n.

I said give me it!

Yaah!

Aw, what are you
sh**ting at us for?

pounds.

I asked you a question!

I thought youse
was grave robbers.

What are you
doing out here?

pounds.

What?

Ah, he tells everybody
their weight.

Well, he's right.
How'd you know?

I've carried a lot of
dead bodies in my time.

Who are you?

pounds.

He's
our grave digger.

I'm Donald Grayson's
associate.

Grayson is dead

and Sheriff Hyde
is in his grave.

Explain that one,
Mr. Cross.

I don't looks
in people's graves

after I buries them.

How many you buried
recently?

We're looking
for a friend of ours
who's missing.

Oh? How much did he weigh?

Uh...
Uh...?

, .

Nope. Haven't
had the pleasure.

Well, I got me
some digging to do.

I gots me a feeling
there's going to be
more people dying.

Yeah, just
a few more questions.

Yeah, yeah, thanks
for your cooperation.

Whip, stay on him.
Watch him.

I have no trouble
watching him.

He's always
watching me.

What are you
thinking, Brisco?

Socrates didn't
disappear by accident.

Somehow this is all
tied into Grayson's
m*rder trial.

Betty, I want
to talk to everybody
involved.

Well, everybody's
either d*ed or moved on

except Ed Pearson,
the train conductor.

He was the jury foreman,
and Mrs. Van Allen.

She was the key witness.

Hope they both got their
rabbit's feet close by

in case they need 'em.

What do you mean,
he was ex*cuted?

Sheriff Hyde
was found guilty
as charged

and disposed of
appropriately.

Are you mad?

You can't do this!

I can, Mr. Poole

and I must.

[AROO]

This is the old
Van Allen place.

Mrs. Van Allen
was born here.
Lived here ever since.

When I was a kid,
we used to come up
here at night

and set all
the chickens free.
Heh heh heh.

Uh, is there
a Mr. Van Allen
with a shotgun

we should
worry about?

No. She never married.

Then why do they
call her Mrs.--

Aw, forget it.

Alright. Come on.

Let's get up to the house
and check on Mrs. Van Allen.

Hmm.

Don't take us all
to check the old lady.

-Yeah, uh, Betty.
-Yeah, yeah.

Why don't you
stay here

and, uh,
keep an eye
on the horses.

But I got to
be with you.

I'm the acting sheriff.

Uh-huh, but, uh,
watching the horses

that's an important
job. Uh...

Yeah. It's important.

Come on, Bowler.

[HOOTING]

[GROWLING]

Hey.

Hey, boys.

[g*nsh*t]
Aah!

[WHINNYING]

What are you
sh**ting at?

It was an accident.

[WHISTLES]
Hey, Comet.

Brisco, he ain't dumb.

He knows
when to take cover.

[WOMAN]
Aah!

Now what?

Run!

We ain't going to
be able to outrun
this thing!

Then let's quit
runnin'.

Huh?

Follow my lead!

Whoa!
Whoa!

Huh?

I don't believe it.

What's
the matter?

Can you tell me how
we almost get run over

by a thing
that don't exist?

Ain't no tracks.
Ain't no hoofprints.

Didn't make any sound
either.

Then what the heck
was that thing?

Alright,
I checked out
the house.

Yeah, so
how's Mrs. Van Allen?

Well, that would be
hard to say.

I looked everywhere.

She's gone.

[GAVEL BANGS]
Order!

Why have you brought
Mrs. Van Allen here?

She's a liar!

She perjured herself
at my trial.

I've never lied
in my life.

I know what
I saw that night.

All she testified
was that

she saw the shadows
of a man and a woman

struggling over a g*n
behind the curtains
of your living room.

How did she know
it was me?

You yourself testified

there was nobody else
in the house that night.

That, counselor,
should've been corroborated
by another witness.

There were
no other witnesses.

It's of no matter now.

Mrs. Van Allen, your lie
sent an innocent man
to his death.

Your punishment
will be the same.

Oh, my god!

Oh.

I don't want to die!

Comet,
what's the big idea

of runnin' off
and leavin' us
to walk back, huh?

[NEIGHS]

Oh, really?

Well, if you think
Bowler's right

then maybe you'd like
to be his horse.

Yeah.
That's what I thought.

What did he say?

Oh, nothing.

He just says things
he doesn't mean
when he gets upset.

Hey...Brisco.

There's someone
up in the barn.

Hello, Diana.
What brings you
out here

at this hour
of the night?

What are you doing here?

You weren't just out
for a ride, now were you?

No. I was laying flowers
on some graves.

It gives me
peace of mind.

You ever hear
of needlepoint?

If you don't mind.

What are you looking for?

No horseless hearse
here.

I don't understand.

We think someone's
taking revenge

on the people
who hung your father.

We think that person
might be around here.

Oh!
Oh!

What the hell
are you doin'?

Where's Cross?

Well, I followed
him up here

and I lost him
on the other side
of the barn.

You are wrong
if you think Mr. Cross

had anything
to do with this.

He is a sweet
and gentle man.

With a big shotgun.

Alright, if you don't
think it Cross was involved

then who could it be?

Her father?

Not you, too.

It's all too real.

My father said
he would come back one day

and avenge his death.

He was innocent.

He never would have hurt
my mother.

I'm sorry
for what is happening
to these people

but if it is my father...

Hey, hey. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's all just
coming back to me.

Excuse me.

Now, why do I
get the feeling

Diana's not telling us
everything she knows?

Hey!

Hello, Cross.

It's me. .

What do you suppose
caused this?

There was a rowboat
stored here.

Funny it's missin'.
Diana said it leaked.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what?

You know how Sheriff Hyde
said he was claustrophobic

and ended up buried alive?

Yeah.

Well, Mrs. Van Allen
couldn't swim.

Wouldn't go
near the water

had a bad fear
of drownin'.

Whip,
stay on top of Diana.

Keep an eye on her,
watch her.

Right.

Bowler, you better
get over to that
train station.

Get a hold of that
conductor fella...

Ed Pearson.

Ed Pearson. Right.

Now, he was
the jury foreman
during the trial.

Tell him we're going
to have to put him

under
protective custody.

Where you goin'?

Betty's goin' to show me
where we can get
a boat ride around here.

Is what I'm doing
all that fascinating?

It's not
what's being done...

it's who's doin' it.

I could watch you
all night.

Funny.

What?

That smell...

it's kind of sweet.

Oh. That's probably
formaldehyde.

My father used it
for embalming.

I smelled that the night
Socrates was taken.

Hmm.

Tea's ready.

My father
brought this back
from China.

It's very...

stimulating.

Thank you.

To stimulating people.

To us.

This tea is...

Very potent, Mr. Morgan.

There she is.

Mrs. Van Allen!

[MUFFLED CRIES]

Come on!
The local kids

usually keep a canoe
tied up over here.

Betty!

I'm coming,
Mrs. Van Allen!

Just sit tight,
Mrs. Van Allen!

Deputy O'Donnell
is on the case!

Don't you worry
your pretty head!

Okay.

Back. Back.

[CREAKS]

[MUFFLED SOBS]

I'm coming,
Mrs. Van Allen!

Good. Back.

I'll just paddle
right out to you!

There you go. Good boy.

I'm coming!

There we go.

[WHIMPERING]

Okay, I got ya.

Oh, you got her?

Oh, Betty!
Don't stand up!

Aah!

Help!

I can't swim!

Oh, I thought
you'd say that.

What is this?

Socrates?

[GAVEL BANGS]

Let him sleep!

He'll need strength
for his next trial.

Who are you?

I am Donald Grayson.

You did it?

You came back?

Yes, I did.

It's too bad
you were so nosy,
Mr. Morgan,

because now I have
to k*ll you, too.

Find
Mrs. Van Allen?

Yeah. She's
back at the clinic
with an armed guard.

What about Pearson?

He wasn't on the train
when it pulled in.

Just disappeared.

And there ain't
no sign of Whip
or Diana Grayson.

Well, then
Cross must be
the k*ller.

Mrs. Van Allen
said

she seen him
at her window

before she
was kidnapped.

She claims that
he took her someplace

where she actually met
Donald Grayson.

Well, it was
obviously Cross
disguised as Grayson.

Ah, maybe,
but I still got a feeling

that Diana Grayson is
involved in this somehow.

Hey, look.

There's a light
in the graveyard.

Cross' shotgun.

Aah!

Ooh, it's Mr. Cross!

I guess we can
cross him off the list.

Whoever did this
headed toward the barn.

Daddy, I've covered
your tracks.

It's okay.

I had to k*ll Cross.

He was going to lead
everyone to me

before my work was done.

I taught him a lesson
about hanging around.

You're out
of your mind.

This k*lling
has got to stop.

Silence!

We've done
nothing wrong!

You'll never get away
with this.

I'll be the judge
of what you've done.

[GAVEL BANGS]

You're all going to hang.

It's the only way
he could've gone.

After you.

Thanks a lot.

If these doors
close behind us

I'm gonna start sh**ting.
It don't matter at what.

Who you
talking to?

Uh, nobody!

I'm just making
a statement.

Aah!

[GLASS BREAKS]

Oh, my god!

What have I done?

Alright, Betty.
Just take it easy.

Oh, no!

Ohh!

This ain't no time
for housecleanin'.

That's a mirror.
I'm jinxed.

I'm going to have to give
everything I own
to the poor.

Breaking a mirror
don't mean nothing.

Does, too!
Does not.

Does, too!
Does not!

Hey, hold it!

Ha!

Looks like our luck
has changed.

Uh...uh.

Uh, Betty

stay here.

That ain't no problem.

I could clean up
the mirror

straighten things
up a bit.

Fine, I'll be right here.

Is that what
I think it is?

Yeah, the hearse.

So it's real
after all.

Powered by batteries?

No wonder
it didn't make
no noise.

A horseless carriage.

Old man Grayson
really was a genius.

Hey, Bowler.

These
brushes rotate.

No wonder it didn't
leave any tracks.

Now, that just
ain't fair.

[GAVEL BANGS]

[BANGING]

It is the judgment
of this court

that you,
Edward Pearson

and you,
Socrates Poole,

did contribute
to the miscarriage
of justice

that condemned me,
Donald Grayson

to an untimely death.

For this crime

you will hang
until you are dead!

I'll see your
lifeless bodies
at my feet

for what you've done!

Alright, Grayson.

Stand up.

Oh.

Rough night.

What's
going on here?

[MAN'S VOICE]
Ah, justice at last!

[OWN VOICE]
I tried to stop him.

[MAN'S VOICE]
Nobody can stop me.

They tried once,
but they failed.

[OWN VOICE]
Daddy, what you're
doing is wrong.

[MAN'S VOICE]
I'm not doing what's wrong

I'm doing
what needs to be done.

I'm doing it
for you, Diana.

And first prize
as Miss Midnightville

goes to Diana Grayson.

Waaaa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Aah!

Which way
did she go?

Physically that way,
mentally, who knows?

Whoa!

You might need this.

Thank you.

It's all over,
Diana.

[AROO]

Give yourself up

and I promise
nobody'll hurt you.

It's too late
for promises.

My father was innocent.

I k*lled my mother.
I k*lled her!

Oh, really.

You don't seem
the type.

It was an accident.

We were arguing.

There was a g*n
on the mantel.

I just wanted
to scare her

to show her
I meant business

that I wasn't
a child!

[THUD]

It was me
that old woman saw

struggling
with my father.

He was trying to get
the g*n away from me

but he couldn't
break my grip.

He wanted
to protect me

so he took the blame.

[SOBBING]

But he promised he'd
come back from the dead!

Well, I guess
that's it, Diana,

or should I say
Donald?

[MAN] Well, soon
as I'm saddled up--

[HORSE NEIGHS]

All those years of guilt

finally sent her
over the edge.

What do you think's
going to happen to her?

She's going to have
a nice long career

making paper dolls.

I wired
the district judge

and asked him to make
sure she gets
the help she needs.

I hope so.

She wasn't
all that bad.

For--for
a raving lunatic.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Well, that's me.

Thanks for everything.

Betty

look.

About you
being sheriff

I know a lot of
people in this town

feel
the same way I do.

I understand,
Mr. Pearson.

Good. Then
we'll just skip
the formal election

and swear you in
on Saturday

if that's okay?

Saturday's
good for me.

Me, too.

I'll be miles
away from here
by then.

You know, Betty,
if I didn't know better

I'd say your luck
was changing.

Yeah!

Uh!

Go ahead, Betty.

Whew.

What you grinning at?

I told you superstitions
were stupid.

Aah!

Whoa!

Aah!

[NEIGH]

Happy birthday, Poole.

Heh heh heh.

[THEME MUSIC]