MATT AND FESTUS ARE QUIETLY SITTING IN THE JAILHOUSE.

You know, Matthew, that feller who they put back here in our jail didn't look all that dangerous to me.

(almost asleep)

Eh... uh... that right?

Well, he looked like any average feller here in Dodge!

Festus, all I know is he is a big time thief and all we have to do is hold him here in our jail until the feds come for him.

When will that be, Matthew?

They said a couple of days from now. So, I guess we'll see someone on Friday.

You know, if that feller happened to be sleeping maybe and accidentally talked out loud about some of the places he has hidden his stolen stuff, we just might be able to get some folks' money back.

Well, I don't know about you, but I don't plan on staying up half the night to find out.

FESTUS LOOKS AROUND AND CASUALLY WALKS TOWARD THE THEIF'S CELL.

Now, Festus, I don't want you going back there just to provoke that man. He is known to be able to convince others to let him escape.

Well, I tell you what, Matthew. You hide the jail keys somewheres where I couldn't find them, even if I wanted to. Then, he couldn't escape.

Well, Festus, I will. Just to protect all of us.

MARSHAL DILLON WALKS AROUND THE JAIL HOUSE LOOKING FOR A HIDING PLACE FOR THE KEYS.

(turning his head toward Festus quickly)

Festus, hide your eyes! I saw you peeking!

(grinning)

I ain't a lookin', Matthew!

You were too!

Now, turn away!

FESTUS TURNS THE OTHER WAY.

DILLON DROPS THE KEYS INTO A DRAWER.

OK, I have hidden them. You can turn back around now.

(yawning)

Well, I think I will go over to the Long Branch to get me a drink before I turn in.

Suit yourself. I will lock up here and call it a night.

Now, Festus, you be sure to be careful with that prisoner.

I will, Matthew.

FESTUS HEADS OVER TO THE LONG BRANCH SALOON AND ENTERS THE SWINGING DOORS.

HE SEES DOC AND MISS KITTY AT A TABLE AND WANDERS OVER.

Doc, Miss Kitty. Mind if I join you?

(fighting laughter)

Hi, Festus. What's wrong, the jail situation too tense with that dangerous thief?

Ah, don't mind him, Festus. He's just mad they didn't talk to him about trying to interview what prisoner you got over there.

Well, I was kinda thinking that I might try a little line of questioning, myself. Kind of on the sly, and all. Maybe I could get in his head.

You? Get in his head?

(shaking his head "no")

I doubt it!

Why, you old coot. I bet I can surreptitiously extract more info from him than you can!

You're on!

But, several problems. One, how are we going to know who has won? Two, when are we going to do these questionings? And, three, who will judge which one of us did it better?

Well, hows about Miss Kitty being the judge?

(turns to Kitty)

Kitty, will you be the judge for this?

Well, this is so stupid! But, what the hey! I got nothing else to do.

FESTUS, DOC AND MISS KITTY GET UP AND HEAD OVER TO THE JAILHOUSE.

IN THE DIM NIGHT LIGHT THEY ALL SEE MARSHAL DILLON WITH THE THIEF PRISONER WALKING TOWARD THE BANK.

Well, will you lookey there! Matthew has gotten the prisoner out and they are leaving!

Festus, what's going on? I thought you two were waiting on the feds to come and get him.

Something about all of this smells! I'm out.

MISS KITTY TURNS AROUND AND GOES BACK TO THE SALOON.

(to Miss Kitty)

Hey, what about judging our contest?

Festus, looks like the contest has been mooterized.

Mooterized?

It's a legal term.

I gotta go get some shuteye myself. Later with this shrink contest!

JUST THEN ALL HEAR A -BANG- COME FROM THE DIRECTION WHERE MARSHAL DILLON HAD WALKED THE PRISONER.

A MOMENT LATER, MARSHAL DILLON COMES BACK TOWARD THE JAILHOUSE. ALONE.

FESTUS APPROACHES DILLON AND QUERIES HIS BOSS.

Matthew, did you shoot the prisoner?

Had to. He said he peeked at the key hiding because someone left the door to the back cracked!

You reckon that was right? He really did peek?

He admitted it.

But, why did he admit to anything? Kind of odd! He had nothing to gain by doing so.

Matthew, I must be getting his vibe.

DILLON JUST LOOKS VACANTLY AT FESTUS.

Ah ha! See!

I am thinking like a shrink! Go tell Doc. I think I win! Right?