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(Транскрибовано за допомогою TurboScribe.ai. Оновити до Необмеженого, щоб прибрати це повідомлення.) How'd the presentation go?

Perfect.

Your husband's hard work really paid off.

He had a meeting out of his hand.

Yeah, it actually gave us some, uh, comp

tickets.

Tickets for what?

I don't know, some historical Western tower or

something.

A fully restored Western tower from the late

1800s.

It's a great place to be.

It's about 20 miles from here.

Great.

Well, that sounds like fun.

What time do we leave?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

Tom and I are going to be in

the conference all day long.

You girls are going to have to go

on your own.

Well, that's OK, honey.

I understand.

Great.

Then you two go do the Western town,

and we'll meet up later for dinner.

You could just order room service.

Ladies, welcome to the Pecos Gulch, once the

site of the meanest, wildest, roughest, wildest west

towns there ever was.

Yippee.

I'll be waiting here for you.

Feel free to mosey about at your leisure.

Take all the pictures that you want.

Some tour.

So what, they drop you in the middle

of nowhere, tell you not to leave until

you buy some stuff?

Sucks.

No, it doesn't.

Yes, it does.

I am desirable.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm pathetic.

Grace is right.

I wish I could just disappear.

Jen, I'm sorry.

Oh, my god.

Did you see that?

See what?

The mirror.

Yeah, I see it.

Are you OK?

Oh, no.

What?

I'm stuck.

Huts, compliments, wild west tours.

Ladies?

Whoa.

What in the hell was that?

I don't know.

Maybe it was part of the tour.

Yeah, it's all done with me.

It's all done with mirrors.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Popular place all of a sudden.

Let's just get back to the hotel ASAP.

Grace, where could he have gone?

Oh, dear.

All right, Otto.

What the hell is going on?

Who's Otto?

Look, you little space case.

I think you are carrying this wild west

shit just a little too far, OK?

We really want to get out of here.

Where's the Cherokee?

She's Navajo.

I've been wondering the same thing my own

damn self.

Well, well.

A few girls aren't here early.

You were expecting us?

Of course I was, darling.

I don't get any of this.

It's like some Alice in the Looking Glass

nightmare.

Well, there's got to be some way out

of here.

Another mirror?

Maybe.

Well, we better find it.

OK, but if we're going to go door

to door asking folks if we can walk

through their mirror, I think we ought to

look as inconspicuous as possible.

Great.

Now what are we supposed to do?

Stay out of trouble.

Let's just mingle and be friendly, OK?

How friendly?

Oh, my God.

There's your husband, Howard.

I knew he was behind this.

All right, you little puke.

What the hell is going on?

Whoa now, Missy.

What got your dander up?

Sheriff Bart.

This is one of my new girls, Grace.

She's feisty.

I like that.

Why, you...

Now go on, Grace.

Don't bother the sheriff.

Oh, no.

She's no bother at all.

I don't even...

I thought we were going to stay out

of trouble.

Figures that Howard would be the sheriff.

He's such an authoritarian prick.

That's not Howard.

And I don't understand how or why, but

somehow we were dropped smack dab into the

middle of the Old West.

We've got to remember that.

Well, maybe it's Howard's great-great-great-great

-grandfather.

So I'll stay away from the guy that

looks like my husband if you'll stay away

from the guy that looks like yours.

What?

Take a look.

Oh, my God!

Say that again.

I thought you was forgetting all about me

tonight, Sheriff Bart.

No, Evie.

You know I wouldn't do that.

You was looking all over that new girl.

You're the only girl for me, sweetheart.

Well, then, should Daphne skedaddle?

Let's not be too hasty.

Well, I know for sure that Sheriff isn't

Howard.

Howard never did it to me like that.

You watched?

I was just...

Oh, my God.

It is like I watched my husband cheat

on me.

But you cheat on him all the time.

I know.

I know.

Isn't that weird?

I don't know.

Oh.

Okay, let's just split up.

I think we can cover more ground that

way.

And if you find a mirror that you

can walk through, just holler.

So, this is the Law and Order Center

of town, huh?

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Afternoon.

What can I do for you today?

You wouldn't happen to have a mirror around

here, would you?

Well, you don't need no mirror.

You're about the prettiest little filly that's coming

by these parts in a long time.

I'm flattered.

So, you're a bit of an adventurer.

I wouldn't say that.

You know, I'm just...

I'm just kind of following my calling.

And there's no Mrs. Reverend?

I...

I mean, I have work to do, and...

I couldn't ask anyone to share in these

hardships.

But what if someone came along?

I mean, there's nothing wrong with having a

little fun, is there?

And by fun, you mean, uh...

Whatever floats your boat.

Well, that is interesting.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

No, you know, it's just that I don't

think of those kind of things anymore.

I've committed myself to a life of celibacy.

You mean you don't...

Well, actually, truth be told, I never...

Never?

Ever.

Wow.

You see, I guess you could say I

don't really know what I'm missing.

You want to help me pass out the

Bible sometime?

I mean, just in case.

I'm always holding out for a miracle.

Sure.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Who's there?

It's just me.

Sorry.

Lord, we're done in for sure.

Relax.

What's the big deal?

Can I get you boys everybody else?

Well, ma'am, now that you mention it,

uh...

Well, Chester...

I can't help myself.

I ain't ever been with anybody as pretty

as you.

Well, um...

Truth be told, you'd be my first.

Not my first ever, but my first in

this line of work.

Can we just...

Why, Chester, I had no idea.

Wiped out.

I'm feeling a little restless myself.

I think I might go for a stroll.

You wouldn't happen to be strolling by the

Reverend's house now, would you?

I might.

You're hopeless.

No matter what century I'm in, I always

seem to pick the guy whose job interferes

with my sex life.

That is why God created cowboys and bellhops.

Wish me luck.

Okay.

Have fun.

So tell me, what do I owe the

honor of this visit?

Well, I was restless and, um...

I needed some fresh air.

Actually, I have a confession to make.

You can take my confession, can't you, Reverend?

Well, you know, I don't ordinarily do this

kind of thing, but I would be happy

to listen to all of your sins, yes.

Thank you.

So, uh, you are troubled?

I can't do this looking at you.

Oh.

Well, I hope...

How's this?

Okay.

Okay?

Well, Reverend, I have lust in my heart.

Is that right?

And it's gotten so bad that I just...

I can't think of anything except for this

man.

But this man is different.

Please, go on, go on.

He doesn't want me.

And that makes me even more crazy about

him.

I want him to do things to me.

Oh.

What kind of things?

Things you might call the devil's work.

Miss Marie, Miss Marie!

Is that you, Evie?

You better come look at this.

Jeez, who died?

Look, I didn't do it, okay?

I was asleep.

What's going on?

Hey, never you mind.

This is official business.

She's my friend.

They think I killed that asshole deputy.

You see?

You see how she talks about him?

Not even ten minutes cold dead.

And you saw her pull that gun on

him tonight.

What happened?

They found the deputy up in one of

the rooms with his britches around his ankles

and a knife in his back.

Grace!

I was asleep.

I never left my room.

Then how do you explain this, being found

next to the body?

That's her necklace, all right.

Did anybody hear anything?

Well, I think...

I think I heard her say, I'm gonna

get you, you bastard.

Did you recognize the voice?

I'm sure it was her.

Oh, you are such a liar.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You're going to jail.

This is a crock!

That's for the judge to decide.

And once he does, we're gonna have ourselves

a good hanging.

What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?

I don't know about that.

But one thing I do know is I

don't cotton to my deputies being killed.

And somebody's gonna swing for it.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about

your confession last night.

I'm trying to think of a way I

can give you relief.

You know, Reverend...

Isaac...

I know someone a lot like you.

Someone I find very comforting.

Sometimes when I'm feeling anxious, I just like

him to hold me.

I never realized until now just how much

he meant to me.

The saddest part is I may never see

him again.

Well, perhaps I...

I might be able to offer you...

comfort.