All language subtitles for Maverick - s01e20 - The Savage Hills

The fact remains he has twice robbed
and twice assaulted...

...an operative of the United States
Secret Service and--

Well, he's not denying that.

So there's nothing to do
but to remove him for trial...

...tn the federal court in Council Bluffs.

The prisoner will step down
and, uh, face the court.

Hello, glad to see you again.

Do you remember Samantha Crawford...

...the girl who played stud poker
according to Hoyle?

All of you who've asked to see her again
will be glad to know...

...that she's eta-starring with my brother
Bart, Jack Kelly...

...in this week's show,
"The Savage Hills."

Oh, uh...

I understand you're moving up to 306,
Mr. Gunnerson.

- something wrong with this one?
- Hot night.

There's more air on the third floor.

[SIGHS]

It would have been cooler in here
if he opened that window.

Dinner's being served
in the dining room, sir.

I'm gonna sleep first and eat later.

[GRUNTS]

GUNNERSON: Boy, would you get out here
and grab my bags?

Here you are.

Thanks.

[SIGHS]

See here, young fellow,
you tell that room clerk...

...I wouldn't have changed rooms
if I wanted everybody to know.

You hear me? Mm-hm.

[CHUCKLES]

- An, can you hear me?
- I hear you, Mr. Gunnerson.

Don't move.

Well...

Hello.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Why, I declare, but I seem to be
in the wrong room, don't I?

Yes, ma'am, ha, ha, with your hand
in the wrong pocket.

Oh, ha, ha.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Oh, well, I naturally thought
you were my husband...

...and I naturally go through
his pockets every night, ha, ha.

Naturally.

Uh, but with a gun in your hand?

- Well, one can't be too careful, can one?
- True.

One never knows who might come
sneaking into one's room, does one?

Oh, now, see here.

Why, do you, by any chance think
that I purposely came into your room...

-...with the intent of robbing you?
- Yes, ma'am.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I declare
this is a most humiliating experience.

I think I just better run along now
before I lose my temper.

Think you better stay right here.

Really, sir, I have no intention of staying
in a strange hotel room with a strange man.

I'll tell you what.

You stay and I'll go.

Whatever for?

The sheriff, ma'am.
He's right downstairs.

Oh, honestly, aren't you
carrying this joke a little too far?

Well, my sense of humor
does get away from me.

I wouldn't want you to do the same.

All right. We're going
to settle this thing right now.

I'll go see the sheriff with you.

Oh, now, that's very generous of you,
ma'am.

But, uh, if you left the room,
I'd have no proof you broke in, would I?

You, sir, are no gentleman.

Why, you're finding out
about me already.

I'll just lock the evidence in...

...bring the sheriff up...

...and, uh, your husband,
he can bail you out.

- Haw's that?
- Oh.

Um, um...

I did tell just one tiny fib.

No.

Um, I'm not married.

Uh, oh.

Does that make a difference, ha, ha?

Yes.

Means your husband can't bail you out.

By the way,
that's a two-story drop out the window.

You could crush quite a few
magnolia pedals if you try.

Samantha Crawford.

Thirty-one hundred dollars and 50 cents.

Samantha Crawford.

Well, I thought
you were bringing the sheriff.

Uh, variations on a familiar theme,
is that it?

Oh, oh, this? Oh.

I was just gonna tell him
that you and me had a little old spat...

...and you got in a big snit
and walked out on me.

Oh, honey, you're full of fun tonight.

But why?

Samantha Crawford has
53100 in the bank.

So you don't need the money,
and you've got just about everything else.

So, what did you want from me?

Oh, you're a sly one, Mr. Gunnerson,
as if you didn't know.

Would it make any difference
that I'm not Mr. Gunnerson?

Well, it most certainly would.

Well, I'm most certainly not.

Well, that isn't fair.

Well, then you're here
under false pretenses.

Aren't we all?

Gunnerson did have this suite,
but he moved out and I moved in.

- My name is Bart Maverick.
- Maverick.

- Sound familiar?
- Oh, no. No, no.

Oh, well, it is an odd one.

Ha, ha,
I thought mavericks had four legs.

[CHUCKLES]

A couple of us have two each.
Me and my brother, Bret.

But your name does sound familiar.

- I could have heard it from him.
- Oh, I doubt that.

Let's talk about Mr. Gunnerson.
Do you know where he is?

Yeah.

CRAWFORD:
Where?

Before I tell you, I better find out
why you're so eager to pick his pockets?

I suppose I may as well tell you.
I have nothing to hide.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

But go on.

All right.

Well, it just so happens, Mr. Maverick,
that I'm with the Secret Service.

- Of course, undercover work.
- Oh, don't be so smug.

Rip open the lining to my purse.
There you'll find my credentials.

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

Just doesn't make sense, Samantha.

[CHUCKLES]

If you're a federal agent,
you wouldn't be ducking a local sheriff.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

If I let him know who I am,
he'd want to chisel in on the reward.

Reward?

- For what, Gunnerson?
- No, no. He's not important.

Two months ago, we broke up a ring that
was putting out counterfeit treasuries.

Gunnerson got away
with the engraving plates.

The reward's for
the recovering of the plates.

- You believe me, don't you?
- No, ma'am.

But I could be convinced
if we find those plates.

- We?
- That's right.

And I'm even willing to share
the reward fifty-fifty.

Fifty-fifty?

Should've taken your chances
with the sheriff, Sam.

Well, I don't intend to split
any reward money with you.

That's too bad, because I'd have
to go after those plates myself...

...if I wanted to check up on your story.

And I just hate putting myself
in any trouble that doesn't turn a profit.

Besides, I know where Gunnerson is
and you don't.

Then I'll just follow you.

Fair enough.

Of course, you're gonna look a bit
peculiar traipsing through the halls, um...

...nut of uniform.

Seem to have me at a disadvantage, sir.

Do we have a deal?

We have a deal.

Catch.

[SNORING]

[GRUNTING]

This girl comes to your hotel room,
tries to rob you...

...you go for the sheriff,
she hops into bed.

You come back, she tells you she's
a Secret Service agent and I'm a crank.

So you team up with her to rob me to, uh,
get the reward, is that the way it goes?

I wish I could say no.

She sure must have been a charmer.

Dripping honeysuckle, Mr. Gunnerson.

She didn't tell me you were
a Secret Service agent.

You still say
you don't know where she is.

That's right.

Well, I think you do.

And I intend to find out
because I have to find out.

You'll know why
when you take a look at this.

Nice.

That's not Samantha.

Didn't say it was. That's my wife.

Oh.

Name's Norah.

- Lovely girl.
- Ha, ha, yes, sir.

Six months married.
Still a bride, Norah is.

Uh, you're wondering why a lovely girl like
that should marry an old duffer like myself?

Well, uh, some girls
prefer the mature type.

- Don't be nice. It doesn't suit you.
- Sorry.

I, uh, wonder myself...

...and I figured I just got lucky.

But getting lucky and staying lucky
are different things.

That's right.

What I mean is, there comes a time
when the honeymoon is over...

"when she takes 3 “wk
at what she's married...

...and knows what a big mistake
she made.

I don't know.

You may have endearing qualities
I haven't seen.

I don't.

Besides, Norah doesn't care for
endearing quality. She cares for money.

Now, that's the most
endearing quality of all.

So I figure if I'm gonna hold on to her,
I've got to have money.

- The reward money, for instance.
- Right.

I figure you cost me that.

Ten thousand dollars.

What's more important, I figure you may
have cost me a desk job in Washington...

...where I could come home
every night to Norah.

And it could end up
that you cost me Norah.

- What's all this gonna cost me?
- Twenty years.

Or you can tell me where I can catch up
with Samantha, and I'll get you out with 10.

No.

No deal, Mr. Gunnerson.

I wanna catch up with her
as much as you do, and I lied.

Ida know where Samantha is.

But if I take you to her
and we get those plates back...

...I still want my half of the reward,
$5000.

Fifty-fifty?
What kind of a fool do you take me for?

It means more than 5000 to you,
the desk job, Washington...

-...going home to Norah every night?
- Hmm.

Now, think about it, Mr. Gunnerson,
but think fast.

We may still have time to catch her
if we leave now.

All right. It's a deal.

- If we don't get those plates, you'll get--
- I know, I know, 20 years.

Get me out of here.

Now what do we do?

Well, we might wave goodbye.

- Where's she heading?
- Ticket said Grand Isle.

The next steam boat stop
is Whetstone.

We can telegraph Samantha's
description to the sheriff.

You'll get no description out of me.

Look, Gunnerson, we don't want some
local constable cutting in on that reward.

Might even be two of them.

We'd be lucky to end up
with a four-way split.

You got a better way?

Well, the Missouri swings a lot of wide
loops between here and Whetstone.

Cutting cross country is 50 miles shorter,
but it's a hard ride.

If we change horses at Red Cloud...

...we might catch the Western Belle
before she pulls out of Whetstone.

And if we don't?

Tsk, well, then I will give you
Samantha's description...

...and you can wire ahead
to the law at Council Bluffs.

You're idea's aren't all bad, Maverick.
Let's go.

[FOGHORN BLARING]

[HUMMING]

BART:
Samantha.

Well, I beg your pardon, sir.
Were you addressing me?

Samantha, I'd like you to meet
Mr. Gunnerson.

You two have so much in common...

...both being members
of the Secret Service and all.

I declare, I don't have the faintest
notion what you're talking about.

- Have we been formally introduced?
- Ha, ha, informally.

Look, young lady, you either have those
plates in your cabin or on your person.

You hand them over, or Maverick is gonna
search your cabin while I search you.

It's fifty-fifty, Gunnerson.

Oh, those silly old plates,
is that what you're talking about?

Have you got them on you?

Oh, well, yes, Ida.

But I would have to disrobe.

Oh, not again, Sam.

And you boys wouldn't want me
catching a nasty old chill, would you?

You and Mrs. Gunnerson will probably
be spending Christmas in Washington.

[CHUCKLES]

[CLEARS THROAT]

I've never been to Washington.

I figured that.

Treasury's still there.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Samantha must have missed it too.

[BART GUNNERSON LAUGHING]

[SIGHS]

Samantha? Samantha?

Samantha?

Samantha! Samantha!

Gunnerson? Gunnerson, wake up!

All right, Sam!

[SHOUTS]

Let's have those plates.

Let me go! I don't have the plates.
I lost them in the river.

The only thing you lost
is that southern accent.

You gonna hand over those plates
or do we pick up where we left off...

...without benefit of screen?

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

All right. You win.

Ooh, a lot of good
they're gonna do us now.

With no food, no weapons.

The Sioux and the Cheyenne
are running wild over the territory.

- Some fine mess you gut us into.
- Me?

I didn't tell you to jump off that beat.

Well, I wouldn't have had to
if you hadn't been such a poor loser.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, we're both in the same boat new
or not in it, if you prefer.

- Sn, what do we do?
- Start walking.

- Walking to where?
- The nearest white settlement.

- You were headed for it anyway, Grand Isle.
- That's over 200 miles away.

Oh, by river boat,
it's less than 100 by foot.

Well, I can't go like this. I'm soaking wet.

Well, uh, stay here till sunup then.

The Indians will hang you up to dry.

CRAWFORD:
Hey. Hey, wait for me.

Oh.

- What's the matter?
- Ooh.

Oh, new look.

Oh.

Well, that's easy to fix.

Ah.

Oh, you are ingenious.

- Sure. Now you won't lift.
- I can't walk without heels.

Well, you can walk on your toes.

That's what the Indians do.

Indians?

Bart?

Bart?

Bart?

Bart?

- Aah!
- Shh.

Would you shush? It's Bart.

[MEN LAUGHING]

- Where did you go?
- You trying to tell the whole Sioux nation?

I went hunting, and lucky ton.

- Oh, you mean we eat?
- We eat.

Come on, I'll show you.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Let's get out of here.

- There it is.
- That isn't Delmonico's. What is it?

It's a Sioux death lodge, a new one.

That red blanket covers a dead warrior.

Please, do you mind if we skip
the picturesque customs of the natives?

- Subject under discussion was food.
- It's in the bag.

The Sioux believe it's a long journey
to wanagi yata.

That's their heaven.

They leave fund for the dead brave,
so he won't starve on the way.

- Ooh, better him than us.
- Leave it, Samantha.

They catch us robbing their death lodge,
it won't be any picnic.

What would they do?

Oh, stake us out in the sun,
where the ants could eat us.

Sounds a little bit like a picnic at that.

Oh...

Stay right here.

[INDIANS LAUGHING]

Come on, let's go.

Well, here's where we eat.

- You sure it's all right?
- Of course.

The head waiter is a friend of mine.

Now, we can start on this
while the champagne's cooling.

- It's delicious. What is it?
- Pemmican.

Buffalo meat.

Well, what's for breakfast?

Oh, I have all your favorites.

- Scrambled eggs...
- Ah...

-...baked ham and pineapple...
- Mm.

...blueberry muffins, apple fritters.

And guess what.

- Oh, not pemmican.
- Pemmican.

- Oh, you thought of everything.
- Ha, ha.

I knew you'd be pleased.

[INDIANS HOWLING]

- It's not a wolf, is it?
- No.

What's he saying?

He's picked up our trail.

He's alone,
and he's looking for the others.

You all right?

Do you think we
threw them off our trail, Bart?

We'll never do that
unless we stop leaving one.

What's the use? Only birds do that.

Or fish.

More water?

Well, the Niobrara River
can't be far from here.

We might find a log,
float down stream a couple of miles...

...and cross to the other side.

Hey, do you think you can make it?

Do I have any choice?

[CHUCKLES]

At least they're dry again.
I can't think of anything nicer.

I'll settle for a good cigar.

Oh, that reminds me.
What did you do with your matches?

They're in the coat.

They're no good.
I don't know why I kept them.

I'm going to spread them out here
very carefully.

Oh, don't bother, Sam, they're dead.

There might be enough sulfur left
to strike once they dry off.

Still no cigar.

Hemlock leaves rolled tight.

You'll think you're in Havana.

Hey, you haven't spent
all your life indoors.

No. No, my parents moved west
with a wagon train out of Springfield.

We settled in Dakota when I was 5...

...and they were killed by Arapaho
when I was 12.

If there's one thing I've learned,
it's survival.

That explains a lot of things, Sam.

Heh, what about you?
How did you learn about Indians?

Oh, I had to.

My brother and I
were galvanized Yankees.

We volunteered to be Indian fighters
to get out of the Yankee prison.

In two years, if didn't learn about Indians,
you were dead.

- Where's your brother now?
- Oh, he's around St. Louis somewhere...

...trying to pick up an honest dollar
playing poker and such, heh.

Oh, Bret, he sure...

Poker.

That's it.
That's where I heard your name.

I heard it from Bret.

You took him at poker
with a pair of nines against his straight.

Oh, that's right,
because according to Hoyle--

I know. Straights are not played
in five-card stud...

...unless it's agreed to
at the start of the game.

And you took Bret for 20,000
with that little stunt.

- Ha, ha, you're not mad?
- Mad?

I think it's wonderful
beating Bret at his own game.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Samantha, if your name registered
at that hotel, I'd have run for cover.

I'm glad you didn't.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

They're here.

Duck into those bushes,
I'll draw them off.

- Shh.

Stay there
till you hear them howling...

...then start running and keep on running
straight south.

- Now, get going.
- Oh!

[INDIANS SHOUTING]

[GUNFIRE]

[GROANS]

What are you saving me for?
Sacrifice?

No English.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[SCREAMS]

Sam.

I thought I told you to clear out.
Why did you do a fool thing like this?

The plates, you still have them.

Thanks, Sam.

Thanks a lot.

[GRUNTS]

That other one will be back.

He knows we've got the rifle now.

He's after those horses. We need them.

Stick close.

Take it easy.
We don't wanna scare them.

I'm gonna try for the horses.

[SHOUTS]

[BART GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

I couldn't shunt. He was on top of you.

You did all right for one night.

That third brave is probably out
after the rest of the war party.

We got to get out of here.

I wanna take that Indian's
leather britches.

- What for?
- For you.

You don't think
I'll wear these filthy things?

Nb saddles. We'd be riding bareback.
You'll be glad you did.

Well, I won't, that's final.

[SIGHS]

Bullet just parted the hair.

There, that looks better.

It's long, but it isn't deep.
How does it feel?

Like a war dance inside.

Here, let me help.

[GRUNTS]

Feel better?

Mm-hm.

- Samantha.
- Mm-hm.

What were you gonna do
with those plates?

Turn them over to the federal agent
for the reward, what else?

Your ticket said Grand Isle...

...and that's way out
in the middle of nowhere.

What's the attraction out there?

Now, come on, Samantha, no secrets.

- Not after all we've been through.
- I can't tell you, Bart.

Why not?

Because I can't lie to you.

[CHUCKLES]

- Since when?
- It's true. Don't ask me when.

Lot of things have changed
the past few days.

Isn't it possible I may have changed ton?

I'd like to believe that.

Even harder for me to believe.

Lately I find myself wanting things
I never really wanted before.

Like a rose-covered cottage,
patter of tiny feet?

Sounds pretty foolish, doesn't it?

I don't know.

It might be cheaper for the Mavericks
if they had you in the family.

Good night, Bart.

Good night.

BART“.
Brother Bret...

...shake hands with Brother Bart.

Evening.

You got a Miss Samantha Crawford
staying here?

No, sir. We don't cater to single females
unless their folks are with them.

This is a respectable hotel, mister.

You, uh, might try the Red Dog Saloon
across the square, they ain't so particular.

No. She's not here, she's not there.

She'd only stay at the best hotel.

Well, I'll take a room
and a tub full of hot water.

That'll be three dollars for the room,
six bits for the hot water...

...in advance.

[CHUCKLES]

All right, but send up some food,
coffee, bread and butter...

...some potatoes,
and a big, thick, juicy steak.

Buffalo or steer meat?

Anything but buffalo.

GUNNERSON:
You can cancel that order.

Well, Gunnerson, ha, ha,
fancy running into you.

Here's your man, marshal.
Take him away.

Your Honor, it's just a little, general,
all-around misunderstanding.

When I first broke in on Mr. Gunnerson,
I thought he was a crack, a counterfeiter.

As a matter of fact, Your Honor...

...I thought I was performing
a service for my country.

Yes, yes, yes.

But you do admit
to Mr. Gunnerson's charge...

...of armed entry, robbery
and assault in the hotel in Pierre?

Yes, Your Honor.

But when I explained
to Mr. Gunnerson, he understood.

The fact remains he has twice robbed
and twice assaulted...

...an operative of the United States
Secret Service--

Well, he's not denying that.

So there's nothing to do
but to remove him for trial...

...tn the federal court in Council Bluffs.

The prisoner will step down
and face the court.

Order.

[GAVEL BANGS]

Order in the court.

Order. Order in the court.

Young lady,
what's the meaning of this intrusion?

Well, Your Honor, I wish to testify
on behalf of the prisoner.

Well.

Well, and what is your name, little lady?

Samantha Crawford.

[STAMMERS]

Well.

Well, Ms. Crawford...

[CLEARS THROAT]

...from what I've been told
by Mr. Gunnerson...

...um, I'm mighty interested
to hear your story.

If you'll, uh, take a chair
in the witness stand...

...the clerk can swear you in.

You're so kind, judge.

You're a southern gentleman,
aren't you?

Yes. Atlanta, ma'am.

- And you?
- Savannah, judge.

Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but?

I do indeed.

Your Honor, this is the young woman
who stole the plates.

[GAVEL BANGS]

Hold your tongue, sir.

The court will do the questioning here.

[JUDGE CLEARS THROAT]

And now, my dear, you understand
that this not atrial.

It's just a preliminary hearing.

So you just feel free to tell the story
in your own way.

Thank you, judge.

Well, I admit Mr. Maverick
is a little mischievous.

But he certainly isn't guilty
of any old crime.

I did talk him into helping me steal
the engraving plates from Mr. Gunnerson.

And when and Mr. Gunnerson
found me on that beat...

...well, he just had two thoughts
in his pretty little old head.

One was to make me give the plates back
to Mr. Gunnerson...

...the other was to take half the reward.

So when I jumped overboard,
he just naturally followed.

Oh, naturally, ha, ha.

Any man would have done the same.

CROWD: Ha-ha-ha.
CRAWFORD: Thank you, judge.

Well, he did catch up with me,
and he made me give him back the plates...

...but I got them back again.

Your Honor' she admits robbing
a member at the US. Secret Service.

Furthermore--

[GAVEL BANGS]

I'm sorry.

My dear, you had no business
doing that, little lady...

...that, I must tell you,
is a criminal offense.

Fiddle-dee-dee, how did I know he
was a member of the Secret Service?

Why, I thought he was a crank.

Tell me, son...

...would this little lady have any way
of knowing that you weren't a crook?

Well, no.

Uh, I was posing as a member
of the counterfeit gang.

Well, then you can't very well blame her
for thinking you were one, can you?

Well, no.

I knew he had those plates.
I'd been following him for weeks.

Sit down, Gunnerson.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

I did need that reward money...

...and I did mean to turn the plates over
to the right people.

Of course, you did, my dear.

It was an honest mistake.

She couldn't make an honest mistake.

Silent, sir.

One more outburst from you,
I'll find you in contempt of court, sir.

Thank you, my dear.
You may step down now, ha, ha.

Are you letting her walk out of here
with the plates?

Well, I think you better turn
the plates over to Mr. Gunnerson.

Your Honor, I'm afraid I lost the plates
in the Elkhorn River.

My horse threw me. I almost drowned.

Hey, now, now. No, my dear,
there's no need to cry.

None at all.

The engraving plates
are at the bottom of the river...

...so that puts an end to counterfeit, hmm?

And more than that, it saves
the government $10,000 in reward money.

You are a very brave
and forthright little lady, Ms. Crawford.

And it's been an honor
to make your acquaintance.

Thank you, judge.

You're a real gentleman.

Yes, Atlanta, ma'am.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

JUDGE:
Mr. Maverick...

...it's the opinion of this court,
considering the lack of evidence...

...that no United States attorney
could make these charges stand.

So I'm dismissing.

- Uh, you are free to go, sir.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Well, don't give up yet, Gunnerson.

You may still get that desk job.

You think she's still got the plates?

I don't know.

But if I was a gambling man,
and I am, I'd call her bluff.

Oh, Samantha.

I'm sorry I wasn't here
when you called yesterday afternoon.

- I arrived only last night.
- Heh.

Mr. Palmer, you didn't tell me that
Mr. Gunnerson was a Secret Service agent.

I didn't want to alarm you.

- Did you get the plates?
- Do you have the 15,000?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Ah, first, the plates.

Of course, excuse me.

If you don't mind, Mr. Palmer,
I'm in a hurry.

Mr. Gunnerson's in town
and looking for me.

PALMER:
I'm aware of that.

But first, I like to see what I'm buying.

It's an old habit of mine.

Samantha.

It's your own fault for hiring me
under false pretenses.

I hired you because nobody in the world
is more successfully dishonest than you.

But trying to palm off
blank plates on me...

...that isn't very clever.

The plates, Samantha.

The real ones.

I'm turning the real plates in
for the reward.

Then what was the purpose of this?

Mr. Palmer, you promised me
$15,000 to do a job.

You lied to me.
But I earned that money.

This was my way of collecting it.

- Search her, George.
- I wouldn't try that, George.

I'll take that 15,000, Mr. Palmer.

[DOOR OPENS]

GUNNERSON:
Drop it, Samantha.

- I can explain everything.
- Sure you can.

Well, well, well, if it isn't
my old friend, Bogus Benson.

Why, we thought you'd escaped
to South America, ha, ha.

This'll give me that desk job,
Maverick, thanks.

What happened, Sam, thieves fall out?

Of course not. This man promised to pay
me 15,000 to recover the plates.

Incredible as it may seem,
she's telling the truth.

I told her I knew how to boost
that reward to 50,000.

And was willing to gamble 15,000
on her efforts.

Now, Sam, surely you couldn't still think
he was after the reward...

-...when you brought the plates here.
- No.

I came to collect
what he owes me for my trouble.

I'd have done it if you hadn't butted in.

Ha, ha, that's a likely story.

All right. The plates are right here.
Have a look.

Keep them covered, Gunnerson.
She's gone again.

Well, now, I--

CRAWFORD:
Oh.

I'm so tired of getting wet.

I'm so tired of chasing after those plates,
Sam.

Sure you won't change your mind,
come to St. Louis with me?

St. Louis has troubles enough
without the both of us.

What are you gonna do
with all that reward money?

Oh, um...

Invest it.

Small game of whist here,
maybe some cribbage there.

MAN:
All aboard.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Goodbye, Samantha.

Goodbye, darling.

Don't forget me.

[SIGHS]

Samantha, how could you?

Bye, darling.

Oh, say hello to Brother Bret for me.

He'll remember me too.

[English - us - SDH]