Sir Harry Percival:
[Cat Ballou, masquerading as Trixie, has just pulled her Derringer pistol on him]
My wallet is in the top drawer. But you'll never get away with this, Trixie.
Cat Ballou:
My name isn't Trixie, Sir Harry. It's Catherine. And I'm Frankie Ballou's daughter.
Sir Harry Percival:
So *you're* Cat Ballou, huh?
Cat Ballou:
[pulls out a document]
Sign this.
Sir Harry Percival:
What is it?
Cat Ballou:
A confession that you ordered the hiring of Tim Strawn - and are responsible for the murder of my father. Sign it!
Sir Harry Percival:
[crosses his arms, chuckles casually]
And if I refuse to sign it?
Cat Ballou:
I'll kill you!
Sir Harry Percival:
Now, why do I doubt that?
Cat Ballou:
[with even more conviction]
Don't you doubt it, Sir Harry.
Sir Harry Percival:
But I do. I don't think you have it in you, Miss Ballou.
Sir Harry Percival:
Give me that gun.
[a brief struggle ensues. A shot is fired, Sir Harry falls to the floor, fatally wounded]
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