10x13 - Mark of Guilt

[bunniefuu]

- Hello, Mr. Burns.
- Where you been?

I just come back from Sacramento.
Spent two weeks with honorable cousin.

Well, I think the Cartwrights
should be here to meet you.

[LAUGHS] Hop Sing travel all
alone. I go livery stable, I rent horse,

I go back to Ponderosa.

Well, they're gonna
be glad to see you.

- Two weeks of their own cooking!
- [THEY LAUGH]

- Hop Sing, what can I do for you?
- Mr. Jackson,

you have a nice horse
for rent for Hop Sing?

Sure thing. This one's all
ready to go. Cost you a dollar.

You can bring the horse
back whenever it's handy.

He's a good horse? He no buck?

Dan ain't bucked in ten years.

Very good.

Hey, China boy.

You ride a horse pretty good?

Not very good,
Mr. Younger, just so-so.

Oh, you know me?

Oh, yes. I... I remember you.

You come to Ponderosa
one time with... Mr. Davis.

That's right, I did.

And got shoved off the place.

All set, Hop Sing.

Wait a minute, China boy.

- Answer me a question...
- Leave him alone, Emile.

You stay out of this.

You got in my way once
before and I had to move you.

You don't want that
to happen again.

Now, I have heard that this
pigtail gets a China boy into heaven.

- Let's go. Sorry. Let's go now.
- Hold on, China boy.

Mr. Younger is talking to you.

- What I was wondering...
- [WHIMPERS]

if that pigtail will get you to heaven,
why won't it get me to heaven?

It's about the only
way you'd get in, Emile.

[THEY CHUCKLE]

[HOWLS]

- Look at that! Ain't that pretty?
- No!

- Throw him on the horse, Joe.
- [WAILS]

We don't need him no more.

[HOP SING PROTESTS IN CHINESE]

Hup! Hup!

[HOP SING SPEAKS CHINESE]

[THEY LAUGH AND WHOOP]

Hello, Hoss. Come
in to meet your Pa?

No, he won't be back
for another month yet.

We came here to
see about Hop Sing.

He was supposed to be coming in
on yesterday's stage from Sacramento,

- and he ain't showed up.
- Hop Sing came in yesterday morning

on the ten o'clock stage.

- You sure about that?
- Stood right here and talked to him.

He was going to the livery stable to
get a horse and ride out to your place.

- HOSS: Let's go down to the stable.
- Yeah.

Giddy-up!

- Hiya, Tom.
- Hi, Joe.

We're looking for Hop Sing.

Didn't he get to the Ponderosa?

- Well, he was here, then?
- Yeah, and he left at a dead gallop.

I figured he'd head for
home like a scalded cat.

I've been waiting to see what
you Cartwrights were gonna do.

What do you mean, Tom?

Emile Younger cut
off Hop Sing's pigtail.

- He did what?
- He cut off Hop Sing's pigtail.

I tried to stop him, but Younger
and Davis, his partner, were together.

So I got slapped sideways
is what it amounted to.

- And Emile just went ahead.
- He did ride out, though?

Yeah, they put Hop Sing on a horse,
booted the horse, and out he went.

I figured he'd headed for home.

But he didn't. He
never showed up.

- You know what that's gotta do to him.
- Yeah.

At this time, he doesn't
know where he's at.

- Tom, thanks.
- I'll let you know if I hear anything.

- Sure.
- Thanks, Tom.

Do you realize what
that pigtail meant to him?

Yeah.

Well, I reckon we ought to
split up and go looking for him,

- don't you reckon?
- Yeah.

Joe, why don't you take the lake road
and I'll take the Beaver Meadow trail.

Candy, you stay on the main
road and see if you can find

- any place he pulled off.
- Right.

Three hours and we'll
meet at the old relay station.

Yeah, good enough.

Joe Whitby told me you sold
him Danny for a hundred dollars.

Yep, I sold him.

That buckskin was mine!
I raised him from a colt.

You didn't have no right to
sell him, no right in the world!

This ain't the best
paint in the world,

but I gotta do something
to brighten this place up.

He wasn't a ordinary horse.
He was a cutting horse.

There ain't a better
cutting horse anywhere!

We ain't in the business of
raising pets. Man wants a horse,

- I'll sell him a horse.
- He wasn't for sale!

He was my own personal property.

Are you gonna quit your whining

or am I gonna have to take you outside
and slap some sense into your head?

You ain't got the
guts to k*ll me.

Now go.

Get out of here!

Go! Get.

[WHINNIES]

[SOBBING]

Hop Sing.

Go away, Little Joe, please.

Hey.

Come on, now, Hop
Sing. Nothing's that bad.

It's bad.

It's very bad.

Look, I know how much
it meant to you, but...

that's one good thing
about hair, it grows again.

It take long... long time.

But you're gonna
live a long, long time.

When you're ready for the pearly
gates, you're gonna have plenty of hair.

Hair belong to me.
Mr. Younger, he take.

He not give back.

- You want it back?
- Without hair...

ancestors very
unhappy with Hop Sing.

Hop Sing cannot
face elders. Lose face.

Hop Sing very shamed. [SOBS]

- Come on, now.
- [CONTINUES SOBBING]

Look, I'll make... I'll make you a
deal. Get on your horse and ride

to the old relay station at Twin Forks
and you wait for Hoss and Candy.

I'll go over to Younger's place
and see if I can't get it back for you.

How's that sound?

It sound very good.

- Excuse me, I...
- Come on.

Joe.

You come looking
for a good horse?

I got horses that'll make your
Ponderosa stock look like crowbait.

You like my souvenir?

I think it belongs
to a friend of mine.

- You don't say?
- Yeah, I do say.

I'm gonna take it back to him.

Not sure how I'm
gonna pay you for it.

[GROANS]

Hop Sing told us
what you were up to.

If you hadn't come along when you
did, we was gonna come after you.

[CHUCKLES] I don't need any
help with the likes of Younger.

Oh!

There you go.

Thank you, Little Joe.
You very good to Hop Sing.

- Forget it.
- Hop Sing no forget.

Someday maybe I help you.

All right, you got a deal.
Go on, get in the wagon.

What you got on your hand?

Paint. Younger was painting a
table. Must have fallen against it.

We had a little discussion
before I left his place.

Let's get out of here. Giddy-up!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DAVIS: Cartwright!
Hey, Cartwright!

- Whoa!
- DAVIS: Wait.

- What do you want, Davis?
- Somebody went and k*lled Emile.

Yeah, hit him on the
head with a two-by-four.

He's lying on the floor
at our place now, dead.

The two-by-four
was fresh painted.

Look, I don't want no trouble. I'll
just go get the Sheriff, that's all. Hup!

Joe...

did you hit Younger
with a two-by-four?

- What, do you think I k*lled him?
- That ain't what I asked you.

I hit him. I hit him with
my fist. Just my fist.

All right.

Well...

he's dead, all right.

I swear, he was lying there when I
left, but he was knocked out, that's all.

White paint in his hair, and
hair all over this two-by-four,

and handprints all over this.
This has got to be what k*lled him.

I... I never touched that two-by-four. I
got the paint on my hand on this table.

Look, this table
wasn't like this.

It was lying on the floor, and
somebody's painted over it again.

There was a
handprint on this table!

Well, unfortunately,
little brother...

it ain't there no more.

- [HOOVES THUNDERING]
- Here come Roy and Davis.

What are you doing here?
I figured you'd be running.

Joe, is it like Davis here
told me? Is Younger dead?

Yeah, he's dead all right.

Go ahead, take a look.

There's Emile, like I told
you. There's the two-by-four.

See the hand marks on it,
the white paint on Emile's hair?

Yeah.

- Joe... you were here?
- Yeah, yeah, I was here.

Look, Younger cut
off Hop Sing's pigtail.

I came back to get
it. We had a fight.

He was lying on the floor when I
left, but he was knocked out, that's all.

Did you knock him out
with that two-by-four?

No, I didn't touch
the two by four.

What about this white
paint on your hand?

We were having a fight. I
fell back against the table.

- The paint was wet.
- That's a lie!

- Sheriff, there ain't no mark...
- I know there's no mark on it now,

but there was before!

Joe, I'm gonna
ask you straight out.

- Did you k*ll Emile Younger?
- No, I did not.

You were here. You had a
reason to have a fight with him.

You admit that you had one.

That two-by-four in there
undoubtedly k*lled him.

And there was a hand
mark on the two-by-four

and you have white
paint on your hand.

I don't have any choice
but to take you in to jail.

Hoss, if you and Davis here'd
load the body in the buckboard,

I'd appreciate it.

I'll be right on into town. I'll
get the lawyer and telegraph Pa.

Thanks.

I'm also the county
prosecutor, with a job to do.

Let me help you by accepting a
plea of second-degree m*rder.

- What?
- Well, I don't believe

that the m*rder
was premeditated.

I think it was something that
happened in the heat of a fight.

A smaller man defending
himself against a bigger man

by whatever means was available.

Look, Sam, I didn't k*ll Younger.
I swear to you, I didn't k*ll him.

A plea of guilty to
second-degree m*rder

would mean a sentence
of ten years in prison.

Thanks!

A conviction of first-degree m*rder
would mean death by hanging.

No!

Now, look, I'm not gonna plead guilty
to a m*rder that somebody else did.

Do you have in mind who
the somebody else might be?

What about Davis?

That thought occurred
to the Sheriff and me.

Davis was with Mr. and Mrs.
Whitby in the presence of their children

when Younger was k*lled...
beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Sam, I did not k*ll Younger.

I hope you'll get a good
attorney to defend your brother.

We got the best, Sam.
We got Ed Geltner.

You're gonna need
everything he's got...

to keep Joe from the gallows.

Sheriff.

Come on, Joe.

Did you hear anything
from your pa yet?

No. Reckon it's a little early
yet. Sure wish I could, though.

Sit down, Candy.
Have a piece of pie.

Oh, yeah, a piece
of pie sounds good.

I go get.

How did Hop Sing
get his pigtail back on?

He decided to tie it together.
Till he could grow another one.

Ah, thank you, Hop Sing.

Little Joe in jail.

Is all my fault.

Nothing Hop Sing can do to help.

If you wanna help him, buddy,
take him a couple of these pies.

The grub in that
jail is terrible.

Is a good idea. I go
right away. I cook now.

Now that you've had an opportunity
to talk to Joe, what do you think?

Well, I don't think your
brother's chances look very good.

- But why? He didn't k*ll Younger.
- Are you sure of that?

- What do you mean?
- Hoss, the evidence against Joe

is pretty strong. He had the motive,
the opportunity, and the paint on his hand

makes it look as though he
handled the m*rder w*apon.

Yeah, but he didn't. He told
me he didn't, and he don't lie.

Oh, Hoss, when a man's
faced with the gallows,

he'll lie himself blue in the
face. I'm not saying Joe's a liar...

Excuse please,
Mr. Hoss, Mr. Geltner.

I'm not saying Joe's a liar,

but it'll be pretty hard to
convince a jury he's not.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Well, I'll salvage what I can.
You go on home. I'll see you later.

If you need anything else,
Little Joe, you just holler.

- Good morning, honorable Sheriff.
- Hello, Hop Sing.

- What have you got there?
- It's a pie for Little Joe.

Oh.

Hey, that smells good. You're
gonna have to leave it out here, though.

The prosecutor gave me a list of
the people that could see Mr. Joe,

and... your name wasn't on it.

Oh? You give to
Little Joe, please.

All right, fine. Maybe he'll
give me a little piece too.

Oh, you got a nice table.

Oh, that's evidence.

This is the club that
k*lled Emile Younger,

and I'm sorry to say that Little
Joe's hand mark's on it, too.

Must see Little Joe.

Now, Hop Sing, I told you I
couldn't let you see Little Joe.

Your name ain't on the list.

It is very important.

Doesn't make any
difference. The answer is no.

Now, I've got my orders
and I'm giving you yours.

You run along and take care of your
business and I'll take care of mine.

Can I have paper,
pencil, please?

I think the county
can afford that, yes.

- Thank you. Thank you so much.
- You're welcome, whatever you done.

What do you suppose he's up to?

I don't know. I ain't never
seen him that excited before.

He's talking a lot of gibberish.

He's going to explode
like one of his firecrackers.

[HOP SING SPEAKS
CHINESE EXCITEDLY]

I find! I find! [LAUGHS]

- What are you talking about?
- I find! I find! I find!

- CANDY: Find what? What?
- Little Joe chop on razor.

- What?
- Little Joe chop on razor.

Wait a minute. Chop on razor.
Is that what you're saying?

- Little Joe is innocent.
- Oh, Hop Sing, we know that.

You can prove.

Well, no, we can't
prove it. I wish we could.

I prove.

I prove.

You can prove? How?

Chop on stick k*ll Younger.
It's not Little Joe chop.

- Chop belongs somebody else.
- What's this?

- Look.
- Hop Sing, be careful with that thing.

It's Little Joe razor. Nobody
touch razor except Little Joe.

- That's right.
- This is Little Joe chop.

Chop... Hop Sing, what are you
talking about? What is a chop?

You got chop, I got
chop, he got chop.

Everybody got chop.
All chop is different.

Look, Hop Sing, just calm
down. Now, I know you're all upset

about losing your pigtail and
Little Joe being in jail and all,

but this is no time to
panic and lose our heads.

Look.

- Look.
- That's my thumb mark.

Is that a chop?

That's a chop. Everybody got
chop. All the same, is different.

- HOSS: Now, wait. You lost me again.
- Wait, wait, wait. What you're saying

is that Hoss has a chop, I
have a chop, you have a chop,

- but they're all different.
- That's right.

And you can look at a
chop and tell who made it?

- That's right. That's right.
- Oh, come on!

- Do you mind if I test you?
- Sure. All right.

All right. All right.
Come over here.

Close your eyes. Close them.

All right, Hop Sing, come here.

Now, there's two chops here.

You tell me which one's
me and which one's Hoss.

Where you going?

This chop... this
chop, Mr. Hoss chop.

This chop, your chop.

That's pretty good.
How'd you do that?

I copy chop from
stick k*ll Mr. Younger.

Look, Little Joe's chop on
razor. Two chop not the same.

What do you think, Hoss?

I'll be darned!

Well, they... they sure
are different, ain't they?

Seems that way to me.

D'you know something?

I think old Hop Sing may
have something, Candy.

With this information,
we can prove...

that that chop, or that mark, on
that two-by-four ain't Little Joe's.

And therefore, we can
prove his innocence, can't we?

That's right, Hoss.

That's what I say. Chop
prove Little Joe is innocent.

Little Joe help Hop Sing.
Now Hop Sing help Little Joe.

How'd you get to know
all this stuff about chops?

Chinese know about chop
long, long time. Thousand year.

Everybody chop is different.

Sign paper with a chop, make
pottery, put chop in wet clay,

then everybody know
who make the pottery.

- A trademark?
- That's right.

Yeah, or a signature.

Everybody born with a chop.

It's his chop all his
life. Never change.

Chinese people is very smart.

Know this a long, long time.

Trouble is, nobody
else knows it.

How we gonna
make them believe it?

That's what we got
a good lawyer for.

Well, it's very interesting, but of
no practical use to us whatsoever.

Mr. Geltner, you mean...

- you mean we can't use it?
- No, we can't.

- I don't understand. Why?
- No judge would accept it as evidence.

But why not?

Well, first, there's
no scientific proof

to substantiate your cook's claim that
every man's thumb mark is different.

Second, there's
no legal precedent.

And without precedent, it will
not be given serious consideration.

But Mr. Geltner, the Chinese have
been using this for over a thousand years.

I mean, their thumb prints on their
pottery, they use it like a trademark.

- Ain't that precedent enough?
- Not in this country it isn't.

Now, Hoss, your brother's gonna
be faced with an American court.

And there's no place there
for Chinese superstition.

We're gonna face an American jury,
and we gotta give them cold hard facts.

- That ain't cold hard facts enough?
- Not in this country, it's not.

[SIGHS] Well, that's
the only choice we got.

It's the only way we
can save Little Joe.

Hoss, in my opinion, the
only way we can save Little Joe

is by a plea of guilty to
second-degree m*rder.

Mr. Geltner...

that's ten years
in a penitentiary.

Ten years... or the gallows.

It's your choice, Hoss.
Which is it gonna be?

I'm not gonna plead guilty
to something I didn't do.

I know. I told Geltner that. And I
told him I didn't blame you a whole lot.

He says it's either
that, take ten years, or...

or hang.

Yeah, well, it's not
gonna be either one.

He ain't gonna have nothing to do
with Hop Sing's chops or finger marks.

He says if you don't plead guilty
to the second-degree charge...

he won't even take the case.

Well, we'll get
another lawyer, then.

No, Joe, that... that
ain't gonna work either.

I've talked to Mr. Williams
and Mr. Thomas both.

They feel the same way
about it Mr. Geltner does.

All right, then, you handle it.

- Oh, you ain't serious.
- Oh, yes, I am.

But Joe, I... I don't know
nothing about being a lawyer.

That doesn't make
any difference.

I'd rather have you handling
it and believing in me

than have the best lawyer
in town that thinks I'm guilty.

Oh, Joe, you'd be putting
your money on a lame horse.

It's my money.

It's my neck, rather.

Look... let me go back over
and talk to Geltner one more time.

Maybe I can do
something. I'll see you later.

Right.

- [KNOCK AT DOOR]
- Come in.

- Oh, hello, Hoss.
- Howdy, Mr. Geltner.

Sit down.

Just over at the jail
talking to Little Joe.

- Yeah?
- Well, you know how Little Joe is.

He's...

Well, he's sort of...

Well, he's hard-headed
is what he is.

Yes, I know.

Well, he's bound and determined
that he ain't gonna plead guilty

to something he didn't do. And
I don't blame him a whole lot.

So I came back to
ask you one more time

if you wouldn't plead
his case innocent,

and do what you
could with Hop Sing's

thumb marks or chops,
or whatever he calls them.

No, Hoss, I won't.
Because it won't work.

And that's my considered opinion
as a pretty fair country lawyer.

Yes, sir. Well, had to
ask you anyhow, didn't I?

[SIGHS] I reckon under the
circumstances, Mr. Geltner,

that you can consider yourself
relieved of any responsibility.

I'll... I'll be doing his
lawyering from here on out.

But Hoss, you're not qualified.

- Yes, sir, I know.
- Look...

as your brother's lawyer,
and as a friend of the family's,

I'm gonna insist that you
let me plead this case.

Mr. Geltner, I don't reckon
insisting's gonna do a lot of good,

unless you decide you wanna
play it our way. Thanks, anyhow.

- Hoss.
- Yes, sir?

I won't play it your way...

but I will be at the defense table to
offer a word of advice now and then.

Thanks. You know,
I got a funny notion

that some of that advice I'm
gonna be needing a bunch of.

Thanks.

The case of the people
versus Joseph Cartwright.

The prosecution is
ready, Your Honor.

The record shows the defendant
has entered a plea of not guilty

to a charge of
first-degree m*rder.

I understand the defense
would like to change that plea.

No, sir.

Your Honor, the defense will
continue the plea of not guilty.

Who are you? And what part
are you gonna play in this trial?

Well, I'm... I'm Joe's brother
and I'll be acting in his defense,

if it's all right with you, sir.

It's all right with me, and I presume
it's all right with the defendant.

Mr. Geltner, are you
withdrawn from the case?

No, Your Honor, I'm acting
in an advisory capacity.

All very irregular. However,
Mr. Gordon, would you please begin?

I call Dr. Bliss.

He was k*lled by a blow
from a blunt instrument.

Emile was dead on the
floor, white paint on his hair,

and this here club
lying right beside him.

No, sir, there wasn't
any smear on that table.

It was clean painted,
just like it is here.

Thank you, Sheriff.
You may step down.

Your Honor... the people rest.

Mr. Cartwright,
you may now begin.

Your Honor, I'd like to get our
cook up here, Hop Sing, if I could.

Come on up, Hop Sing.

Hop Sing, you understand
the meaning of the oath?

Yes, sir, Judge. Hop
Sing is a very good Baptist.

I promise to say the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help me God. I do.

Now, Hop Sing,
these little lines

that all of us have on our thumbs
and fingers... See them little lines?

- What do you call them, Hop Sing?
- It's called finger ridge.

- Finger ridge or a thumb ridge, right?
- Yes, sir.

Now, look here, if I was
to pick up this two-by-four

while the paint was still wet
on it, and leave a mark there

where my thumb and fingers all
touched it, what would you call that?

- It's called chop.
- Chop.

Now, if you were to pick
it up while it was still wet,

and you left a mark on it,
would it be exactly like mine?

No, Mr. Hoss, all
chop is different.

All chops are different.

Your Honor, what's
the point of all this?

I was about to ask
the same question.

Well, Your Honor, if I can prove
that everybody leaves a different mark

when they touch something,
what Hop Sing calls a chop,

then I can prove that the mark
or the chop on this two-by-four

was not made by
my little brother.

Therefore, he never touched
the m*rder w*apon. Right?

We can't accept this testimony.

There's no proof that everybody leaves
a different mark. There's no precedent.

Your Honor, it's
been explained to me

that the Chinese have known
about these marks for centuries.

They've been used as signatures,

as identifying marks on
such objects as pottery...

- It's true.
- I suggest this is precedent enough.

I object. Chinese beliefs,
practices, superstitions...

have no place in an
American court of law.

Let me remind you that a
man is on trial here for his life.

This court, and I
trust, the prosecution,

will listen to any evidence that may
have a bearing on the final verdict.

Can you prove this
theory, Mr. Cartwright?

Well, that's what I was
aiming to do, Your Honor.

Go right ahead.

Candy, bring that
package up here.

Now, then.

Gentlemen, here is a clean
piece of glass. It's been wiped off.

There's not a mark on it.

You'll notice your names up there.
I want you to take your right thumb,

and put your thumb mark
right above each of your names.

And, Ed, I'll show you yours.

Right there on the corner, Ed.

[WHISPERS]

Right there in the middle, Bill.

- There you are, Hoss.
- Right.

- May I examine that, please?
- Yes, sir.

Don't put any marks on it, or smudge
any of those that are already on it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I had no intention of interfering
with this demonstration of...

- oriental abracadabra.
- [LAUGHTER]

Now, Hop Sing,
we'll blindfold you.

If you'd like to examine this.

GORDON: No, that's
perfectly all right.

OK.

Now then. I'd like one of you fellas
to put your right thumb print on this.

- Your Honor, I object.
- No, that's all right, Mr. Geltner.

That's all right. See what
Hop Sing will do with it.

Now, Hop Sing...

examine that thumb
print on that mirror...

and tell me who it belongs to.

This is gonna make it tougher.

Haven't you ever gambled?

Not when there's a
man's life at stake.

Chop on mirror is
not belong to jury.

[MURMURING]

Chop on mirror is
belong to Mr. Gordon.

I protest. This is a trick.

Mr. Cartwright signaled
Hop Sing in some way.

Well, my chop, my mark,
wasn't even on that pane of glass.

Oh, I beg your
pardon, Mr. Gordon.

You remember when you
took the glass from me?

I told you not to, but you
did. You put a mark on it.

Whether you know it or
not, you put one on there.

You oughta get
yourself a good lawyer.

Your Honor...

gentlemen of the jury,

Mr. Gordon had no more idea that
he was putting an identifiable mark

on that glass or that
mirror when he did

than the m*rder*r of
Emile Younger knew

that he was putting an
identifiable mark on this w*apon.

This w*apon of m*rder.

Now, Your Honor,

all I have to do

is prove to you

and these men
here in this jury...

that that mark on
the m*rder w*apon

is not that of my
little brother. Joseph.

Here, Joseph, put a
thumb print on there.

Go ahead and put
both of them on there.

Mr. Hoss.

[WHISPERS]

Are you sure?

[WHISPERING CONTINUES]

Your Honor...

I don't know how
to go about this.

Don't know what the
rules and regulations are,

but I'd like to have
Mr. Jackson take the stand.

I object.

Mr. Gordon, will you
approach the bench?

[WHISPERING]

Mr. Jackson, step
over here and be sworn.

Hop Sing, go out there
and take my chair, will you?

[CLEARS THROAT] Mr. Jackson...

you used to own that
Younger-Davis property, didn't you?

And then Younger sort
of b*at you out of it?

- No, I never felt that.
- As a matter of fact,

you've been holding a grudge
against him ever since, haven't you?

No, I never held any grudge.

Mr. Jackson, the other
day when you told us,

Joe and Candy and me,

that Younger had cut
off Hop Sing's pigtail,

didn't you know that was gonna make
trouble? I mean, big and bad trouble?

I didn't think it would
cause any real trouble.

Didn't you go out there

- to make sure Younger...
- I didn't go out there!

You waited until you saw Little
Joe come out, then you went in.

- Oh, no, I never went in.
- Oh, you didn't go in?

You found him unconscious,
picked up this two-by-four,

- and you b*at him to
death with it, - No, I didn't!

Then you painted over
Joe's handprints on the table.

- No! No, I didn't.
- Hop Sing?

HOP SING: Mr. Hoss?

Will you stand and tell this
court, this judge and jury,

exactly what you told
me a moment ago?

Chop on club same
as chop of Mr. Jackson.

Oh, no. No. No. No.

No! No!

Jackson, you behave yourself!

[CHATTER]

You will hold Mr. Jackson until
charges can be brought against him.

Come on, Jackson.

I declare this a mistrial.

The defendant, Joseph Cartwright,
is released on his own recognizance,

pending a new hearing.
This court is adjourned.

- [LAUGHTER]
- You did it! Brother, thank you!

SAM: Joe, I'm glad
we got the right man.

- So am I.
- [LAUGHTER]

It's been a memorable homecoming.
What I'm particularly proud of

is the way everybody handled
themselves, and especially you, Hop Sing.

I just don't know how
we can thank you.

Is all the same,
Mr. Cartwright. Is not necessary.

Hey, here we go, Hop
Sing. Take a look at that.

We cooked them up special
to show our appreciation.

- Here we go.
- Thank you.

- Grab a couple of these.
- Dig right into that.

[SPEAKS CHINESE]

- What's the matter?
- What's the matter?

I save your life.

You try to k*ll me?
[GRUMBLES IN CHINESE]

You keep your chop off my chop.

You punch a cow, Hop
Sing cook. All right? Huh!

[GRUMBLES IN CHINESE]

[CHUCKLES]