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(Транскрибовано за допомогою TurboScribe.ai. Оновити до Необмеженого, щоб прибрати це повідомлення.) Isn't it a bit unusual that the trial

is being held here?

I mean, isn't there like a courtroom or

something?

Well, soon as Judge Snyder heard about the

unfortunate deputy being done in under this very

roof, he insisted on getting a first-hand

look at the crime scene.

Quiet in the courtroom!

Quiet in the courtroom!

Let's get this over with.

Your Honor, this isn't fair.

Who are you?

She's one of my girls, Judge.

She's friends with Grace.

She deserves to be represented by a lawyer.

I hate lawyers.

They're just getting in the way.

You can't put her on trial without representation.

And who says I can't?

I do.

Well, when I need the opinion of a

saloon tart, I'll let you know.

What do you got, Sheriff?

Well, this Grace woman had words with my

deputy early in the evening.

She even pulled a gun out on him.

And probably would have killed him if I

hadn't stopped her.

I object.

What?

He's supposing a hypothetical.

That's not relevant.

Where are you from, girl?

Back east.

Well, out west here, we got our own

rules.

And nobody interrupts me in my courtroom.

If you do that again, you'll spend the

night in jail.

You understand me, little lady?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Later on that night, one of the girls

found my deputy with a knife in his

back.

And this was found next to the body.

That your necklace, little lady?

Yes, but it was stolen from my room.

Anybody got anything else to add?

Would it do me any good?

Probably not.

All right, you.

I found you guilty of murder.

You'll be hung by the neck until you're

dead at the earliest convenience.

Court's closed.

Bar's open.

Now get out.

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

But don't worry, Grace.

I'll get you out of here.

How?

I'm sorry.

It just...

It doesn't look good.

I'll find that judge.

Maybe I can talk some sense into him.

Hank!

I mean, sit tight.

Is that judge still here?

I haven't seen him.

Damn!

What am I gonna do?

If he left, then there's no hope for

Grace.

I...

What happened?

I don't want to see your friend hanged.

She didn't do it.

I know.

This may cost me, but my people believe

in honor above all else.

I overheard Evie and Daphne talking about the

deputy.

They made up the whole story.

They planned the whole thing just to get

back at Grace.

I knew it!

We've got to find the judge and set

him straight.

Let me show you gals how the law

really works.

Step on my chambers for a sidewalk.

Great.

So much for an impartial judge.

This ain't much for a last meal, but

it's the best I could do.

Gee, thanks.

Enjoy.

Sheriff, what if I had a special request

for a last meal?

Like what?

Something fancy?

We don't have that in this town.

Well, what if I'm not hungry for food?

Well, I can't help you then.

Well, can you help me with these?

Well, since it's the last request in all...

Sheriff, I think we have plenty of time.

Don't forget, I've got to hang you come

high noon.

You're all hearts.

Too bad you're a killer.

We could have a lot of fun together.

We'll leave tonight.

But we don't have enough money.

We've no choice now.

Evie's bound to expose us when she finds

out you talked.

Grace?

How'd you get out of jail?

It's a long story.

Can you help me?

Grace, you busted out of jail?

That's great.

It's just great until the sheriff wakes up.

Look, we have got to get out of

here.

But what about finding the mirror to get

us back to our own time?

I think it's a little bit more important

that I try and stay alive.

At any time.

I won't abandon you.

What's the plan?

You'll need horses.

I'll go into town and make some arrangements.

Where is she?

Where's that sneaky bitch?

Slow down, Bart.

And what happened to your clues?

The killer escaped.

Listen up.

I'm offering a handsome reward for her capture.

Dead or alive.

I never thought going to a toy sales

convention with my husband would turn out like

this.

He's back.

God, I hope he was able to score.

Well, well, well.

Leaving so soon?

Without saying goodbye to the sheriff?

Not so fast.

Drop her.

Now.

Say, Evie, did anyone ever tell you that

you're a real bitch?

Yeah.

Someone ought to knock some sense into this

girl.

I won't.

I won't.

Oh, the hell I won't.

Tie them up.

I brought another disguise, and there's some horses

waiting on the edge of town.

We better get out of here.

Not until I put in a final appearance

at Miss Marie's.

What?

That necklace was a first anniversary present from

Howard.

If I am going to live out the

rest of my days without him, I want

something to remember him by.

Well, you sure picked a hell of a

time to become a sentimentalist.

Can I

help you?

Just a little.

You're late for the next bike park.

Now what?

Remember the alibi?

I just wish I was back in Tom's

arms.

Even if he is, I'm asleep.

You said something to trigger that thing.

I just said I wished I was with

Tom again.

And I wish I was back with Howard

again, right?

I'll be a son of a...

All right, it's time for less wild west

tourists.

Zeke?

Who's Zeke?

It all looks the same.

I guess we didn't screw up the timeline,

then.

I just want to crawl into bed and

forget that any of this ever happened.

Uh, Grace, remember what happened last time Nicole

was in bed?

Don't worry.

I'm deadbolting the door.

Howard, what are you doing?

I just thought you could use a little

room service.

But I don't have any money for a

tip.

Tom, are you all right?

Of course.

Why?

You're in bed.

Well, why aren't you?

It's only 6 o'clock.

So?

So don't you have some work to do?

No.

Tom was incredible.

Howard was so romantic.

It was like we were newlyweds or something.

What's gotten into them?

I don't know.

But whatever it is, I hope it doesn't

leave.

You don't think?

I mean, did we change the timeline after

all?

I don't see how, but if we did,

I am so glad.

If we were able to go back to

the old west, I wonder...

Jennifer.

Ever think about the Roman Empire?

No.

It's late.

We're alone in the lab.

Does this mean anything to you?

I thought we were going to keep this

relationship, but you're not professional.

It's just that I have so much energy

from the new time machine.

I'm so excited, I don't want to waste

it.

If you're trying to distract me, it's working.

I need

a cigarette.

You don't smoke.

I should start.

Well, that was interesting.

Interesting?

Interesting?

What about spine tingling?

Mind-blowing, huh?

Orgasmic?

I think I'll stick with interesting.

Leon!

I ask the latest in

fashions, and this is what I get.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Some of the Royal Tailor.

But Your Majesty, you had the Royal Tailor

locked in the Bastille last week.

How's he expecting to get trust if he's

in the Bastille?

Oh, Your Majesty.

You have so many beautiful clothes.

You are the envy of all Paris.

I am?

But of course.

I am, aren't I?

I could wear a potato sack and still

be beautiful.

Certainly.

Mimi, don't stop.

Please be

right.

Oh, you're not Leon.

Sorry.

Now come, we must get ready for your

luncheon.

My luncheon?

With the Captain of the Guard.

Oh, Pierre.

Oh, quickly, my corset.

Ah-ha!

Ah-ha what?

Ah-ha there you are.

And where else would I be, Louis?

I see we're getting ready for another luncheon

rendezvous.

Whatever do you mean, my King?

Don't, my King, me.

I know all your little schemes.

My spies are everywhere.

What of it?

Your poor little Pierre, the Captain of the

Guard, he has been detained.

No luncheon for you.

Give me my dress.

I'll show him.

Quickly, you silly girl.

Marie Antoinette.

How's it going?

Who are you and what are you doing

in my bedchamber?

Oh, uh...

Speak up, knave.

Yeah, I think I'm supposed to be someplace

else.

You're one of my husband's spies, aren't you?

Who?

Me?

He thinks he can watch my every move.

He thinks he can treat me like one

of his whores.

Hmm, I'll show him.

What are you going to do to me?

I'm going to give you the lashing you

deserve.

Whoa, whoa, excuse me, excuse me.

I'm not supposed to interfere.

You should have thought about that before you

decided to spy on me.

Mimi, leave us.

Now, Mr. Spy, I'm going to give you

a report you need to take back to

your King.

I don't understand

the plight of the pests.

But you must know that they're starving.

They can't even afford bread.

Well, let them eat...

something else, then.

What, like cake?

Yeah, why not?

Ah-ha!

Roy!

Caught you!

Red-handed!

But this is not what it looks like.

What do you mean?

It looks like you've been making passionate love

to my wife.

Oh, well, maybe it is what it looks

like, but she did it.

Come on, she seduced me.

Louie, your jealousy drove me to the arms

of another man.

You know how weak I can be.

Of course, man-pet.

Oh.

Who could resist your charms?

Take him away!

Wait, I can explain.

I'm not even supposed to be here.

Explain all you want in the Bastille.