Original subtitles

Hyah! Hyah!

(laughing) Hey!

Hey, what'd they feed you up there

in San Francisco, anyhow, Little Joe?

Two months, and you're as skinny as ever.

Uh, a little uglier maybe, huh?

And a little bit smarter.

I got five dollars more a head this year

than you did last year.

Hey, you hear that, Adam?

Now I think that calls for a celebration.

Yeah, you know, I think it's time

Little Joe took a look inside Julia's Palace, huh?

Adam, I said a little celebration.

(gunshot)

Well, it was a fair fight.

Least as fair as it could be with John Millain.

He's not hurt too bad.

Come on, let's get him over to Doc Martin's.

(piano playing)

WOMAN: Every day you're more like a mad dog.

Now, you will not provoke any more violence in my place.

Do you understand that?

It is amazing to me, my dear Julia,

how such tender sentiments can come from trash like you.

(piano stops)

(men grunting, blows falling)

(theme music playing)

Well, um, welcome to Julia's Palace, Mister, um...

Cartwright. Joe Cartwright.

Oh. One of the Cartwrights from the Ponderosa?

Yes, ma'am.

It's a-a real nice place you've got here.

I'm sorry I messed it up.

Oh, don't be sorry.

After all, you were defending my honor.

I've never been here before.

Oh, you must come back some time.

I'd like that.

As my guest.

I'm Julia Bulette.

I'd, uh... I'd like to repay you.

With, uh, dinner here at my place.

Tomorrow night?

Yes, ma'am.

(man groaning)

Better get the brandy, Tom.

Ah.

We are of the same kind, you and I, Julie.

Where men are concerned,

we are the messengers of destruction.

You do it through the heart.

I do it with a gun.

Does it matter to you

which way it happens to this young man, hmm?

Pa, do you think

Julia Bulette might have known my mother?

No, I... I don't think that's very likely.

Yeah. Why not? They both lived in New Orleans.

Yeah, they might just as well have lived

on opposite sides of the world.

What do you mean?

Oh, what I've been trying to say is that...

...the only thing

that Julia Bulette has in common with your mother--

the fact that she's a woman.

Ah, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Yes, she's a very beautiful woman.

Well, come on, Pa. You better hurry up

if you want to get to that town meeting on time.

Come on.

(laughs)

This is a meeting that'll be attended

by Virginia City's leading citizens.

Now, uh, sure you don't want to come along?

Oh, no, thanks, Pa.

I, uh... I got some other plans.

Whoa!

May I?

Miss Bulette.

Why so formal, Ben?

It used to be Julia. Get up!

I'm sorry. Julia.

Shall we go in?

Well, I...

Oh, yes, I've been asked.

My invitation said it was supposed to be a meeting

of the leading citizens of Virginia City.

What did yours say?

Well, uh, mine said the same.

Shall we proceed?

(crowd chatter)

(silence)

(whispers): Can you get the door?

Well, looks like everybody's here that's gonna show up,

so we might as well get things underway.

And I guess we all know why we're here, too.

(taps foot on floor)

Under the ground of Virginia City lies

the greatest bonanza of silver known to man.

Most of what's on top, though, is nothing more than trash.

MAN: The first thing to do is among ourselves,

by bringing in effective law and order.

Well, starting with effective law and order,

we'll have to raise a permanent city fund

to interest the kind of men that we want.

Ben,

can we expect help from the ranchers?

Well,

the ranchers want law and order in town

just as much as everybody else.

Of course, we'll do all we can,

but, uh... I don't think that'll be...

that'll be enough.

Yes, I realize that.

Uh, as a matter of fact, that brings me to, uh...

That brings you to why I was invited here?

The, uh, kind of money you'll need will have to come

from the people who mostly make up this town--

the men who work in the mines.

They will listen to Julia Bulette.

So, gentlemen, I'll take care of raising the money,

and, uh, the moralizing I'll leave to you.

Oh, I know you'd love for me to stay, but...

I do have a saloon to run.

(crowd murmuring)

As well as an appointment to keep.

Friends, there's a rumor around

that we have a very wicked town here in Virginia City.

(laughter)

So, while the bluenoses sit up on the hill and cry about it,

I think we down here on C Street can do something about it.

Here. Here.

Now, the first thing Virginia City will need

will be a little money in its pocket.

I'm going to make the first donation.

Tom, get me a bottle of brandy.

Mm-hmm.

A bottle of brandy.

Now how much are you willing to give

for this fine old Virginia City brandy?

One hundred dollars.

One hundred dollars?

This is Julia's Palace, not another saloon.

Now, come on, let me hear a respectable bid.

All right. $200.

Better.

$250.

$300.

$500.

(crowd chatter)

Sold to Julia Bulette, $500.

Now I'm giving it right back to Virginia City.

(loud crowd chatter)

Who's next?

$200.

$250.

$300.

Oh, come on now.

$350.

$500.

(loud crowd chatter and cheering)

$500. Sold to Little Joe Cartwright of Ponderosa.

And I give it back to Virginia City, too.

(cheering)

All right, that starts the open bidding over again.

Gladys, come on up here.

Make 'em pay till it hurts.

Come on, Little Joe.

GLADYS: Okay, fellas.

What am I bid?

Sally, we're gonna need something

to keep all this money in.

Oh, that's gonna be fine. Thanks.

Let's see now. Hmm.

One, two, three, four, five.

I-I don't carry that kind of money on me.

Could I give you a note for it? Oh... no.

You saved my honor, I'll save yours.

Now we're even.

MILLAIN: Oh, your daddy forgot

to give you your allowance, huh?

Look, Millain, just 'cause you shot up a few miners,

that makes you the most feared man in town,

but I'm not shaking even a little bit,

so don't get in my way.

You don't think I can make you shake like the others, huh?

I think you only stay alive 'cause no grave will have you.

I think you'd better go.

You were going outside, my friend?

Fine.

No, he's-he's going with me.

Monsieur?

Would you rather spend a few minutes with him,

or an evening with me?

Some other time.

That is a promise... from me.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'll fix us a brandy.

No, thanks.

Oh, you drink so little, gamble even less.

You know, it's a good thing

the finer side of a man burns out in his youth,

or I'd be out of business.

I hope you stay in business a long time.

I'd hate to see you leave here.

There are not many around here who would agree with you.

Well, they snub you on Sunday,

and come to your place on Monday.

The world's better off without that kind of hypocrite.

Don't try to change the world, Little Joe.

Enjoy it the way it is.

You'll grow older, and then,

you'll be no different from all the others.

I'm sorry about that.

May I?

Oh, of course.

You could have your pick of any man in Virginia City.

Why did you ask me here?

John Millain might have killed you.

Millain?

How did you happen

to make friends with a man like that?

It was a long time ago.

There's companionship between us.

He's not fit to wipe your shoes.

Don't be too sure.

Julia, just to break up a fight--

was that the only reason you asked me up here?

It was then.

Is anything wrong?

Uh-uh, no, quite the contrary.

You know, you remind me of what I always pictured

my mother would look like.

Hmm?

She was part French like you, came from New Orleans.

And she was a very beautiful woman.

(laughs)

All right? Tell me about New Orleans.

(laughs)

I'm afraid it wouldn't be as your mother saw it.

From different sides, a mountain never looks the same.

I don't understand.

You will.

Good-bye, Little Joe.

Go home where you belong.

I'm coming back.

And now for that little promise, huh?

Just relax, Millain.

I believe I'd do like he says if I was you.

Me and Adam had figured you boys

would be about ready to settle something.

Now, why don't you settle it like gentlemen?

Now, Hoss will hold your coat.

(dissonant keys play)

If I've told little Joe once

I've told him a thousand times

to keep those elbows in.

Joe's gotta learn to fight a lot dirtier than that.

A couple of beers, Tom.

You know, that kid's got lots of grit.

One of these days he's gonna be able to whup that Frenchman.

Yeah, but this wasn't the day.

Tom. Bye-bye.

Thank you, Tom.

We'll see you. All right, Hoss.

Five hundred dollars!

I told you I'd work it out.

(sighs)

It's not the money, Little Joe.

I was planning to give more than that to the fund, anyway.

It's just that I think you're beginning

to make a fool of yourself.

Why? What's wrong with her?

Oh, nothing, nothing, she's a fine woman.

All right, what is it, then?

Well...

Well, it's just that...

Well, she's seen much more of the world than you have, boy.

I see.

That makes her bad.

(knocking on door)

Well, Doc! Ben.

Good to see you, come on in, now.

Well, what brings you our way?

Well, I just come down from the mines at Gold Hill.

Oh, how are things down there?

Ran into a few cases of fever.

Fever, is it bad?

Well, it's hard to say if they'll build up

to epidemic proportions.

So far, it's just a few

scattered cases here and there.

Oh, I'm glad of that.

You're looking well, Ben.

Feel wonderful, never felt better.

That's good.

Come a long way.

This house, Ponderosa,

three fine sons.

Doc, a man with all the work you've got to do

wouldn't take a long ride just to talk old times.

Sit down.

Have a little refreshment.

Well... Hop Sing.

How about a little cool water from that good well of yours?

All right. Yes, sir, Mr. Cartwright.

Glass of cool water for Doctor Martin.

Yes, sir, right away.

Now then, what's on your mind?

Well, for one thing, the committee wanted you to know

we received a letter of acceptance from Brad Olins.

Oh, that's fine.

Olins is one of the best. Yes.

I only hope we can keep him.

No. What's to stop us?

Well, money, for one thing.

Oh, Miss Bulette's bottle of brandy

got us off to a fine start,

but it can't stop there.

We've gotta have the cooperation of the people.

I sure hope we get all the cooperation we need.

Ben, you know that

most of the people of a community

keep in step with the leaders.

We're just beginning to find some of our leaders.

You, for instance, Ben.

All right.

All right, Doc, keep talking.

Well...

I just don't know any other way to say it.

People in town are talking

about Little Joe and Ms. Bulette.

Matters concerning my sons or myself

are nobody's business but our own.

No longer, Ben.

It boils down to this.

If Virginia City will keep her house clean,

she has a chance to become an important part of this country.

If she doesn't, she'll stay

just a dirty little town on a mountain.

I'll talk to Julia, Doc.

Thank you.

Brandy, Ben?

I promise you it's the very best.

I'm sure it is, Julia, but, uh, no, thanks.

I'm finding out the Cartwrights

aren't much of a drinking family.

Well, that's true,

but, uh, very much a family.

Go on.

Well, Julia, you know, the boy is young,

he's, uh, he's full of life.

I can understand how he could appeal to you.

It has.

You know, with you this is, uh,

this is a passing thing.

It's different for Little Joe.

Different, how?

Did he ever tell you about his mother?

Yes.

He never really knew her.

She died when he was very young.

You're the only other woman

of French ancestry he's ever known.

This and the fact that you also come from New Orleans

makes you something special in his eyes.

But not in yours.

No, I guess not.

Have you told Little Joe to stay away from me?

No.

I'd prefer him to hear it from you.

And just what is it you'd like him to hear from me?

Well,

the difference in your ages,

your ways of life.

Not to mention the fact

that the whole town is talking about us,

and what that could do to a young man's reputation.

Yes.

There's that, too.

Mm-hmm.

I'll think about it, Ben.

Julia, you're wonderful.

I knew I could count on you.

You know, this really will be best for you,

for everybody.

Tom. Bye, Mr. Cartwright.

Tom.

Has Little Joe Cartwright been around?

No, but I passed the word along

that you didn't want to see him anymore.

I changed my mind.

But, Miss Julia...

I said I changed my mind.

(door opens and closes)

Hello, Little Joe.

Where have you been?

Virginia City.

Ran into Doc Martin.

There's several more cases of the fever.

He's getting real worried.

Oh, Joe, I've been waiting here to talk to you.

What about?

You've been with that woman again.

Her name is Miss Bulette.

Joe, you're a grown man,

and I, I know you'll understand what I'm going to say to you.

I know already.

Pa, she's not the kind of woman that people say she is--

not anymore anyway.

Now, look, I know she, she wears fine clothes

and she talks good and she lives well, but...

you know, a scar doesn't disappear

just because you wash it.

I guess that's how it was with my mother.

You keep your mother out of this.

I've heard you and Adam talk--

how there were places you couldn't go,

things you couldn't do because...

Because she was part Creole.

It was her language and the ways of her people

that some folks didn't understand, nothing more.

I know that,

and still there were a lot of people that hated her.

Pa, sometimes to see a scar, you know,

you got to be looking for it.

Little Joe, I...

(door closes)

No, thank you, Hop Sing, I don't want no more.

Only one piece cake?

This dang cake's flat.

The cake is not flat.

For two days now, whole ranch is flat.

No fun, nobody eat.

No good without Little Joe.

(door opens)

I just talked to Charlie; he's been in town.

Seems the kid's having himself

quite a time with Miss Bulette.

They've been seen just about everywhere.

She must be enjoying this.

You know, it's doing something for Little Joe--

defending somebody he feels close to.

He'll get over it.

You think so?

Well, let him find somebody else to defend.

I'm not going to have that woman beating me over the head

with my own son.

We're going to bring Little Joe back from town

if we have to drag him every step of the way.

Well, he's not in there.

Let's move on.

(screaming)

(clamoring)

Well, he shouldn't be too hard to find.

(clamoring)

HOSS: Break it up.

I said break it up.

Ben, Ben.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

You certainly should be.

What for?

For protecting my boy

when a whole mob is trying to take him apart?

Well, what that mob was doing to your boy is nothing

compared to what he did to the inside of my opera house.

He wrecked it.

It'll take a whole week to put it back together again,

and it was nothing but uncalled for violence.

Uncalled for? What do you call what you did to Miss Bulette?

Now, wait a minute.

What's all this about?

JULIA: Perhaps I can explain.

I have a box loge in this theater.

Mr. Romley had it draped

so it would be separated from the others.

A new policy of the management.

I accepted it, but my escort didn't.

Well, with the district judge and new marshal

coming in a couple of weeks,

the committee...

Ben, you know what I mean.

Let's go.

Let me know how much the damages will be.

Now, you're coming home with us.

You can make me go home, but you can't make me stay there.

All I want is a chance to decide a few things for myself.

I'll get the carriage.

Now, why do you have to fight me and the town

using a boy as a weapon?

It's the only weapon I can use against you and win.

Hmm.

It's quite a victory, isn't it?

Ben Cartwright's son defending the honor of Julie Bulette.

It's even more of a victory.

I have the help of his father.

DOC: Ben? Oh, Ben!

The fever's not an isolated thing any longer.

It's all over Gold Hill.

Then it is an epidemic?

It'll be in Virginia City by morning.

Chances are, it's the water.

There's plenty of pure water on the Ponderosa.

Adam, Hoss, get the hands together on the ranch

and get some water down here.

Yes, sir.

All right now, folks, I'll need all the help I can get.

Beds for the patients, men to transport them,

and women to tend to them.

What I need is good water, shelter and volunteers.

Now, who'll be next?

The Palace will be set up for anything you need right away.

Well, thank you, Julia.

All right, who else?

Ye shall keep all my statutes

so the land shall not spew you out.

Well, the Lord was talking to Moses, not to Virginia City.

You taught me that that meant everyone.

So what's happening to the good people in this town?

They're about to go to work, Little Joe.

Julia, don't bother moving those gambling tables.

They'll do nicely as beds.

All right, Doc. Thank you.

Well, it's gonna slosh around a little bit,

but that'll have to do.

Take her on down and fill her up with water

and take her on into town.

Soon as it's empty, bring it back.

Giddyap.

(grunting)

No, no, Hop Sing.

Let me show you.

See here?

It's easy when you know how.

You watch me, and I'll show you how to load barrels.

You...

You can't use your back strength and your muscles.

You got to use your head, Hop Sing.

That's right.

You use your head your way, I use my head my way.

Yeah.

Now, look, you rustle up enough strength to take this medicine,

and I'll, uh, let you take advantage of my good nature.

(overlapping chatter and coughing)

(loud coughing)

Well, we're saving two for every one we're losing.

In an epidemic like this, that's a victory.

Well, those that are healthy are beginning

to leave this town in droves.

Just a dirty little town on a mountain.

I guess that's all we were meant to be.

But if to change it means crucifying people like her,

I say it's not worth it.

Hey, Doc, I got you three more volunteers.

Oh, good.

Oh, Pete, I thought you and your crew were pulling out?

Well, maybe it's like Little Joe says, Doc.

It's our mountain.

We dug right into her insides

with little more than our bare hands.

And, well, it-it ain't decent to let some stinkin' thing

like a fever chase us off.

Mr. Cartwright there can show you plenty to do.

You come with me, Pete.

Joe.

I've got something for you to do-- take a break.

Well, Doc, there's still a lot of work to be done.

That goes for Julia, too.

You two have been working for days.

I need help, not new patients.

You do as you're told.

We've been asleep a long time.

Oh, I dreamt I was in New Orleans.

Hmm.

Ah, it was a beautiful place.

Well, Virginia City's a long way from New Orleans.

I'm going to go there some day, maybe to live.

Ah, this is where you'll stay.

No, a man goes where he wants to be.

I've watched the way you handle people here.

A man stays where he's needed.

And you?

When a town starts to grow, I look for a new frontier.

Julia, it doesn't have to be this way. I could...

Your mother was French.

Do you understand the language?

Yeah, some of it.

This should have happened many years ago?

Mm-hmm.

Someday you'll know what I mean.

You'll also know why you must stay and I must go.

We'll be needed inside.

You know, I think you're gonna make it.

Pa? What?

I checked most of the mines,

and there's not one new case of fever, Doc.

And more than half the men have gone back to work.

Ah. Good.

Then we'll move the last of our patients

over to the meeting house.

Boys, let's move these blankets and beds

over to the meeting house.

Well, it was a fight, Adam,

but it's the kind of fight that's good to win.

Well, we, uh, lost one, too, Pa.

Well, what do you mean?

Well, Little Joe came back to the ranch this morning,

and he took his things.

Now that, uh, this is over--

Julia, this, uh...

this thing with Little Joe...

I should never have interfered.

Oh, I'm disappointed in you, Ben.

Disappointed?

A man of strength should never let sentiment interfere

with his convictions.

I'm the same woman I was before the fever.

Well, I haven't changed, either.

And nothing has changed between us.

But I... I won't gamble with something I can't replace.

If it's Little Joe's wish,

you're welcome to become part of the Ponderosa.

That's quite an offer.

Especially since you don't think I'm good enough for him.

Well, whether or not you're...

good enough for Little Joe is...

is something only you can decide.

Tom!

I want some champagne.

Harry, let me have a tune, a lively one.

As soon as the patients are moved,

I want you to clear out this mess

and put the gambling tables back in their places.

I'm going to put on a night Virginia City will never forget!

Mm-hmm.

Well, after the fever,

that should be a great celebration.

Celebration?

Who said anything about a celebration?

This is going to be an execution.

Julia Bulette destroying the sweet innocence of youth.

(piano plays dramatic music)

(lively chatter and laughter)

(horse sputters)

(piano plays lively tune)

(indistinct chatter)

(glass breaking)

Julia, what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me? I'm having fun.

You call this fun? You're acting like a...

Go ahead, Little Joe, say it.

(piano keys banging)

Mr. Cartwright,

I think I've told you

to stay away from Julia Bulette.

It has been a short life for you, my friend.

Let us hope it has been a pleasant one.

John...

Listen. I listen.

I listen about this important thing

I must do for you in Sacramento City.

And I discover it is something

which could have been handled by mail.

John, please! Don't, John!

Julia, are you all right?

Let me see.

It isn't a bad wound, mon cheri.

Go upstairs. I'll fix it.

Julia. Leave me alone.

Julia, I did this for you.

You want to do something for me?

This bracelet, the necklace-- they arrived today.

A present from an old friend.

They're diamonds, Little Joe.

That's all any man can do for me.

No, you don't mean that.

Why shouldn't I?

That door you came through, it works both ways.

I think you'd better use it.

(door slamming)

Yes, Julie.

You destroy with the heart, hmm?

I used to wonder why it was I'd...

send you away and then be so happy when you came back.

Perhaps it is because we are cut from the same piece of cloth.

Perhaps it's because, in order to hate you,

I had to hate myself.

As you said, we are very much alike.

One cannot change this, Julie.

One can try.

I don't want to see you anymore, John.

(chuckles)

You have said this before.

I never meant it before.

We have been together too long, Julie.

We have no escape one from the other.

Good-bye, John.

Julie...

I have little which belongs to me...

but what I have...

no one will take away.

No one!

(murmuring)

Go right ahead there, fellas.

Drink them down, men.

Little Joe...

we heard what happened over at the Palace.

You shouldn't have taken on Millain alone.

Well, I beat him, didn't I?

Little Joe, they...

they're having the fanciest meeting

you ever seen over at the community hall.

Everybody's patting each other

on the back for stopping that epidemic.

Pa's right up there on the stage with them.

He's going to make a speech.

Now, you wouldn't want to miss Pa

making a speech, would you?

Everybody's patting everybody on the back, huh?

Oh, it's a real fine meeting.

Come on, Joe.

You know, you're right.

I wouldn't want to miss that meeting.

There's nobody Virginia City has a right to thank more...

than Ben Cartwright.

(cheering, applause)

Thank you, Mr. Romley.

If we've done anything... Yes, sir, boy.

Thank you, Mr. Romley.

(whispering): Joe.

Oh, and thanks to you, too, Doc Martin.

And I want to give a special thanks

to all you honorable citizens.

But how about giving a little thanks to the person

who did the most to save this stinking town?

How about some thanks for Julia Bulette?

(murmuring)

Oh, what's the matter?

Don't you have the guts to admit when you're wrong?

Well, Virginia City's fire engine company

has been needing an honorary member.

How about it, boys?

(crowd murmuring)

Well, the lady isn't going to know

anything about it until we tell her.

(crowd cheering, whooping)

Come on.

(murmuring)

(piano playing, Julia humming)

(distant chatter)

Come on, Julia. Come on.

Let's go.

There we go. There we go.

Well, Little Joe,

it was you who got us here, so...

you ought to be the one to say it.

Well, this isn't just for what you did

for Virginia City during the epidemic.

Well, it's for all the things you've done

for everyone in this town. MAN: That's right.

(indistinct chatter)

It's not a diamond necklace or a...

or a bottle of champagne, but it's the best we've got.

HOSS: What do you say, boys?

Three cheers for the first honorary member

of Virginia City Fire Engine Company Number Two!

Hip-hip! Hooray!

Hip-hip!

Hooray! Hip-hip!

Hooray!

There's no diamond necklace that goes with this either, but...

I'd be especially proud if you'd consent to be my wife.

Uh, what Miss Bulette is trying to say is...

champagne on the house!

(indistinct chatter)

Having faith in no one carries a special kind of security.

You and your son have destroyed it.

I'll never forgive you that, Ben.

(door slams)

Hello, Ben. George.

Ben Cartwright, this is Brad Olins.

How do you do? Well, howdy. Nice to meet you.

He got in with the new judge

so we swore him in right away.

Well, heard some nice things about you.

Nice to have you with us.

This is my son, Joseph. How do you do?

How are you?

You're about a week early, aren't you?

Oh, a week early, but a day late.

Oh? What do you mean?

Julia Bulette was knifed and robbed last night.

How is she?

It's bad. Doc Martin's with her.

A couple of the miners saw a tall, dark man

coming out of her place just about daybreak.

John Millain.

That's the name.

We followed him up this way.

Then he's probably headed for Lake's Crossing.

Me and Adam will show you the way. Oh, that's fine.

We'd better get going.

Oh, Joe, Miss Bulette sent word

she'd like to see you and your dad.

Hello, Ben.

You've been asleep a long time.

Looks like I

win a battle and lose the war.

I'm sorry.

Everyone is.

Everyone? Hmm...

If New Orleans could only see me now, huh?

(both chuckle)

Little Joe?

He's here.

I want to see him, Ben.

Ben?

Last night, you and the rest of Virginia City

gave me a present.

Now it's my turn.

I'm going to give you back your son.

Get me some brandy, Joe.

I shouldn't be giving this to you.

Oh, this is the way I live, kid.

You're going to be all right.

I don't care.

It couldn't have happened at a better time

if I lived to be a thousand.

We beat them, Joe.

We beat the apple-knockers.

What?

The high-and-mighty bluenoses.

We took them for the ride of their lives.

(Julia laughs)

That play of yours.

Bringing them in to lick my shoes

just when they were ripe.

(Julia laughs)

They meant every word of that.

Sure they meant it.

That's what makes it so rich.

They'll hear me laugh--

laughing every time they pass my grave.

Don't move. (coughing)

And the biggest laugh of all...

your old man.

That night you were up here,

I told you it was just for laughs, remember?

I never intended to see you again.

I never wanted to see you again.

(cries): Joe...

Oh...

You better go, Joe.

The doctor wants me to rest.

I'm coming back.

Well, we got Millain.

He had her diamonds in his saddlebags.

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