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.