Episode 23.

Episode 23.
- There just didn't seem to be anyone or anything Atticus couldn't explain. Though it wasn't a talent that would arouse the admiration of any of our friends, Jem and I had to admit he was very good at that. But that was all he was good at, we thought.

- See, there he is!
- Scout, Jem, come on inside. Come on, get in. Mr. Finch? This is Cal. I swear to God, there's a mad dog down the street apiece. He's coming this way.

- There he is.
- He's got it all right, Mr. Finch.
- Stay inside, Son. Keep him in there, Cal. He's within range, Heck.
- Take him, Mr. Finch.
- No, Mr. Tate. He can't shoot.
- Don't waste time.
- For God's sake, Mr. Finch, he's got to be killed right away, before he starts running. Look where he is.
I can't shoot that well. You know it.
- I haven't shot a gun in years.
- I'd feel mighty comfortable if you did now.