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[chuckling]

I mean it, Carl.

Now, how long you been supplying me with victuals and things on tick?

Well, sir, you know what?

Everything I owe you, you gonna be paid double.

So you think you really found it this time, huh, Wiley?

Ha ha ha ha!

I know it. Why, you know,

if I didn't have to come to you for supplies and things,

I'd be tapped into that mountain of gold right now.

-Well... -Isn't that right, Jenny?

-Good luck, Wiley. -Thank ya.

Uh, you want something, Lud?

Nope. Just lookin'.

Huh.

I had a feeling that's what you had in mind!

Now, you-- Stop that boy!

Stop that thief!

Boy, you come back here!

I'm gonna--

Gotcha! Uh-huh, gotcha.

He stole something.

And it ain't the first time, neither.

A potato, Carl?

He's walking off with half my store!

There. I'm taking you to the sheriff's office!

Now, wait a minute, Carl. I don't think this is a matter for the sheriff.

Why don't you just leave him with me

and I'll take him home to his mother?

And you can put these on my bill.

I don't need anyone standing up for me.

What do you say, Carl?

Well, all right, Heath.

But you tell his ma if he ever takes anything out of my store again,

he's going to jail.

All right, Carl, all right.

Well, as long as this grub's paid for,

we may as well take it along.

-Let's go. -You ain't takin' me anywheres.

I'm taking you to your mother's.

You can go the easy way, or you can go the hard way.

[knocking on door]

Mrs. Akely?

Chucky? Cecelia?

Where's your mother?

Where's your brother and sis?

Well, I guess wherever she went,

she took Chucky and Cecelia with her.

Guess we may as well go.

Come on.

Now, Lud, you're staying with me until I talk to your mother.

Now come on.

Don't go! We're here too!

-Don't go! -Chucky!

I told you to stay put!

-You were gonna leave us! -Chucky, where's your mother?

-She went away-- -Shut up!

-Where'd she go? -Don't tell him nothin'.

How many days has your mother been gone?

-Shut up! -I didn't say nothin'.

-Ten days, Chucky? -More than that.

Only I ain't got enough fingers.

-Where did she go? -Chucky.

I can't tell 'em that because I don't know.

Lud knows. Ma talked to him before she went away.

I'm hungry.

Well, I bet you are, sweetheart.

So I'll tell you what, I'm gonna take you all home with me.

How would you like a nice, tall glass of milk

with some bacon and eggs?

I like ham better.

-Well, then ham it is. -With hot cakes?

A stack of 'em, oozing with melted butter and hot maple syrup.

Tell him you don't want any.

It'd probably poison you if you took it, anyway.

I'm hungry, Lud.

Well, Lud's big enough to take care of himself.

But you two gotta have somebody to look after you,

see that you get fed. Come along.

You come too, Lud.

You got to!

You promised you wouldn't leave us.

You promised Ma.

You promised Ma.

♪♪ [theme]

Remember when you lived here, Chucky?

Yeah. I was a little bitty kid then.

You and Cecelia were born here.

-Lud too? -Lud too?

No. He was already born when your father came to work for us.

What's the matter, Lud? Why aren't you eating?

Maybe he doesn't like ham and potato salad.

He's crazier than I am about ham and potato salad.

VICTORIA: Maybe he isn't hungry.

He's hungrier than I am, too.

He's been giving his share to Cecelia and me.

Aren't you feeling well, Lud?

Audra, let's check on the children's room.

I'll be back in a minute.

-You're eating! -I'm hungry!

You don't have to eat it like you like it.

But I do, Lud. It's awful good.

You should eat yours.

I don't want nothing from these people.

I can't understand why Muriel went away and left those children.

I can make a guess. She got tired of 'em and ditched 'em.

Why wouldn't Lud tell us that?

Probably too ashamed.

No, Nick, no.

Muriel was a good wife to Bud, and a wonderful mother.

No, if she went away, she had a very good reason.

Heath.

Well, I see Chucky and Cecelia have finished eating.

I got a tummy ache.

I told ya it'd poison ya!

Well, at least we know you can talk.

All right, now, it's time for your bath.

-Not me. -Me neither.

Me neither.

Well, they're awful feisty

now that they got their bellies full.

I'll bet you kids never took a bath

in a bathtub that came all the way from St. Louis.

-St. Louis! -Uh-huh.

-We don't need a bath! -Me neither!

Oh, come on.

Looks like we got a mutiny on our hands.

Help, Lud! Don't let her drown me!

Oh, I'm not gonna drown you,

I'm only going to give you a bath.

Coming, Lud? Or would you rather go as a six-year-old?

Imagine finding nightshirts that fit them.

I saved some of your things.

Audra, you promised to read to us.

[music box plays]

Darling, I'd love to let you play with it, but...

It's very precious to me, and very valuable.

Well...

Who's this handsome young man?

It's Lud.

I never would have recognized you.

Come with me, Lud.

Come on, Lud.

Lud, I can't let you go to bed without eating.

There.

Sure looks good to me.

Now, I know you're hungry. Why won't you eat?

You're not hurting any of us when you refuse,

but later on, when you're lying upstairs in bed, you're going to be very--

Ohh.

-Has he always acted like that? -No.

No, he used to like it here, or at least he seemed to.

You see, Nick gave Bud Akeley a job,

and he and Muriel used to live in the cottage behind the corral.

Before that they had had a very hard time of it.

But they were happy here, especially Lud.

What happened to Bud Akeley?

He caught pneumonia around Christmastime two years ago

and died four days later.

Muriel wouldn't stay here.

She said she wouldn't accept charity,

so they moved back to town

and she started in as a dressmaker.

Well, maybe Lud takes after his ma--

Nothing pinching him but his pride.

No.

No, it's more than that.

It's more like anger.

And the trouble is that...

it hasn't even started to explode yet.

There it is. Clean as a pin.

Well, Lud, I see they've put you to work.

Yeah, it was all his idea.

Been working his head off since early this morning.

Good, glad to hear it.

Can I see you boys outside a minute?

-All right. -Okay.

HEATH: Find anything out about his mother?

JARROD: No.

Seems Muriel didn't tell anybody where she was going.

Chucky says she told Lud.

If we could get him to talk...

Come on. Come on!

-Where we goin'? -Hush up!

Get in. There we go.

Get in. Get in, and don't you move.

-What's that? -That's food.

It's enough for three or four days.

I been taking it from the house a little bit at a time

so it wouldn't be missed.

-Where are you taking us? -Hush up.

Why wont you tell us where we're going?

Because you're a blabbermouth.

You're a blabbermouth.

Honest, I won't tell anybody!

You don't need to know.

You'll find out when we get there.

Chucky? Cecelia?

Time for lunch!

Chucky! Cecelia!

All right, I give up, I can't find you.

Come on out. We'll play hide-and-go-seek later, after lunch.

Chucky? Cecelia?

Lud?

-Which way do we go now? -Hush up.

He won't tell us 'cause he don't know.

-He don't know. -I said, hush up.

You take the right, I'll take the left.

Heath!

They're over here!

What do you think you're gonna do with that whip, boy?

Better put it down before you get yourself in a lot of trouble.

Put the whip down.

I said, put the whip down!

You put that whip down, boy, or I'm gonna take it away from you.

Now, Nick. Lud, put the whip down.

We got lost.

We got losted.

Well, now you've got founded.

Where were you taking 'em, Lud?

Speak up, boy!

Chucky?

Now, you take hold of that horse.

We'll try to get that buggy around for you.

Come on, boy, move.

Move!

Now, you children get back over there.

All right.

Okay, Lud, up.

Come on. Over.

I've tried to be patient with you.

When you disobeyed me, I made allowances.

But this I cannot overlook.

You're not a little child like Chucky, you're almost a man.

Supposing that buggy had overturned.

Supposing the children had been hurt!

Now, you've got to promise me

that if you decide to run away again,

you won't take them with you.

And I know if you give me your word, you'll keep it.

Oh, Lud.

Lud, we used to be such good friends!

Why, I--

I felt as close to you

as if you were one of my own sons!

But something has happened. What is it?

Now, you look at me, and you pay attention!

You look at me! I want you to promise me that--

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But don't you see? I wouldn't get this angry if I didn't care.

But anything happened to those children, you'd never forgive yourself!

You--

Did you crack him open?

No, I'm sorry to say I was the one that cracked. I lost my temper.

You know, I think it's time we faced something, Mother.

Those children can't stay with us indefinitely.

Even if they wanted to.

But their mother must be someplace.

And until we find her, they have to stay here.

See you next week.

You know, with all of Carl's jabbering,

I plumb forgot them lamp wicks.

Be right back.

Lud?

Lud!

Lud!

Heath! Heath!

I got something to tell ya.

Hello, Wiley.

You gonna be the first one to hear the big news.

Me and Jenny, we just got down from the Tuolumne.

We're on our way to the assay office

with a great, big sack full of ore.

And this time, Heath, we hit it big!

Really big! Didn't we, Jenny?

Yes, sir! We and Jenny finally struck it rich.

Rich, I tell ya!

Why, Heath, I got gold nuggets in there

as big as your head!

-Yes, sir. -That's just fine, Wiley.

-Just fine. -Yes, sir.

Jenny ain't never gonna have to carry a pack no more.

No, sir. You hear that, jenny?

No more packs.

And you know what?

Tonight you and me are gonna sleep in that livery stable.

I don't care how much it costs!

Excuse me, Wiley, I gotta go.

Yeah--

He don't believe me, Jenny.

Nobody believes me. They all think I'm touched in the head.

All right, move over.

Well, drive 'em home.

Hi, Georgie.

Ha ha!

Well, we finally hit it big!

A real bonanzy!

Just you wait till you test out what I got in this here sack.

Where's it from this time?

Same place I been prospecting right along,

only this year I went deeper

and tapped right into the old mother lode.

-Sure, Wiley. -Ha ha ha ha!

You don't believe me neither.

Well, I ain't askin' you to take my word for it.

You see for yourself.

All right. I'm pretty busy.

I'll assay it as soon as I can.

No sirree, not this time.

You let them others wait. You do mine right now.

I'll come back later for your report.

Your eyes are gonna bug out like on a crayfish.

You're gonna pinch yourself black and blue to make sure you ain't dreamin'!

Ha ha ha ha! And then you know what?

You're gonna go running down the street yelling at everybody,

"Old Wiley struck it big! Yahoo!"

[donkey brays]

I'm comin', Jenny girl!

Jenny, old girl, we're rich!

[clock chiming]

Full house.

How's that for luck?

-[music box plays] -What have you got there?

-[music stops] -Let her play, let her play.

If you buy it from me, you can play her all you like.

Oh? How much?

It's, uh, $15.80.

Give you four bits for it.

$15.80.

-I'll make it a dollar. -No.

WILEY: Yahoo!

Ha ha! Yes, sir!

[slurring] After all these years,

me and Jenny struck it rich!

Rich, I tell ya!

And this time we struck a real bonanzy!

[laughing, coughing]

[music box plays]

Say...

Oh!

Hey.

Wait a minute.

What time is it?

It's late.

Late.

I told Georgie I'd be back to get that report.

How much do I owe ya?

Here.

There ya are.

Keep the change. Ha ha ha!

Buy everybody a drink!

Yeah, I keep telling 'em I'm rich,

but don't nobody believe me.

-Nobody! -Mr. Wiley?

Mr. Wiley, I believe you.

You do, boy?

Well, that just about makes you the smartest man around town.

Because I 've got millions just waiting for me to dig it out of the ground.

-Millions! I-- -[music box plays]

Say, that tune sure is a toe-tickler.

It makes a fella want to dance!

If you buy her, you can play her all the time, all you want.

All I want is 15.80.

That's not a speck of dust out of your poke.

Ohh.

Mr. Wiley?

Mr. Wiley!

Please, Mr. Wiley.

I'll give you the music box for free, for nothing,

if you'll make me a loan of $15.80.

I promise to pay you back some day, I promise.

Well, oh...

Here.

There. Now give me that.

Ha ha ha ha!

Hey, boy!

Boy, how do you make this thing play?

You forgot to show me!

Boy!

Eh. Eh...

-[music box plays] -Oh. Hee hee hee!

Ohh!

-Well, Frank. Come on in. -Jarrod.

-Sorry to trouble you this time of night. -That's all right.

-Good evening, Sheriff. -Miss Barkley.

This music box belong to you?

Yes. Where did you get it?

-The Akeley kids been staying with you? -Yes.

Lud Akeley's in serious trouble.

What'd he do, Sheriff? Steal something?

A little more serious than that.

That old prospector, Wiley Griffin--

we found him lying dead in the street.

His head been mashed in with a rock.

That music box was lyin' beside him.

You mean to tell me you think that Lud did that?

Miss Barkley, I do.

Not more than an hour ago he was trying to sell

your music box over at the saloon.

Frank, are you sure of that?

I've got four witnesses.

They even remembered he wanted $15.80 for it.

But that's impossible.

Lud is upstairs in bed right now.

Would you please ask Lud to come down?

-Well, yes, of course. -Mother.

I was just looking in on the children.

I came down to tell you-- Lud's gone.

Any idea where I might start looking?

No.

Where's his mother?

I'm afraid we don't know that either, Frank.

I'm gonna have to find him.

Good night.

Jarrod, how much did the sheriff say Lud was asking for that music box?

15.80.

15.80. That's strange.

Why not 15, or 20?

Yesterday when I was in the store Lud disappeared for a while.

Do you know where he was? The railroad depot.

I wonder--

I wonder if that's what it costs to get to where his mother is.

There ya are.

Thank you, ma'am, and have a nice trip.

Yes, sir.

I think you could help me solve a problem, if you would.

Mm-hmm.

Suppose a person wanted to go somewhere,

and I don't know where,

but to get there, it would cost him exactly 15.80.

15.80.

Suppose it was-- this person was a boy.

About sixteen.

Where could he go on $15.80?

Let me see, let me see, let me see. 15.80 exact.

Wait a minute.

I do remember a boy coming here and asking

how much it would cost to go to Elko, Nevada.

Elko, Elko, Elko...

the fare to Elko is 15.80 exactly.

[rings doorbell]

[rings]

[rattles knob]

Yes? What is it?

No rooms. I'm full up.

I'm looking for Mrs. Akely.

Mrs. Who?

Mrs. Akely.

She said she'd be here. She said--

Oh, you mean Muriel. You'll find her over at the painted lady.

-Where's that? -The saloon. She works there.

No, no, no.

You must be thinking of someone else.

My ma wouldn't work in no saloon.

Your ma? Did you say your ma?

Yes. Mrs. Akely.

She's a dressmaker. She's from Stockton.

Oh. Um...

Well, you might be--

you might be right, at that.

This Muriel who lives here,

I don't think her last name is Akeley.

See, I'm an old woman and I don't remember names too well now.

You mean she isn't here? She said that she'd be here if we needed her.

No, she's not here. I'm sorry.

[door closes]

♪♪ [piano music]

[laughter, chatter]

Lud.

Lud!

-Please. -MAN: Where ya goin'?

Lud--

-Let me go. -Lud!

What are you doing here?

Did something happen to Chucky? Cecelia?

I want to know if Chucky and Cecilia are all right!

Why did you come here, Lud?

Are they with Mrs. Barkley? Is she lookin' after them?

Tell me, Lud!

What do you care?

Don't you talk to me like that.

Lud, please. I didn't-- I didn't mean to.

-Honey-- -MAN: Hey, kid!

You're a little too young for her. Why don't you leave her to an old rooster like me?

-Muriel, let's dance. -Please! I'm his mother.

Well, then send him home.

No!

Lud.

You're not my ma.

Honey--

Lud.

Did you find your ma?

No, she ain't here.

-You sure? -I'm sure.

Made the trip for nothing.

Well, finding her can wait.

It's lucky I caught up with you before the sheriff did.

Lud, you're in a lot of trouble.

The sheriff thinks you killed Wiley Griffin.

They found mother's music box beside Wiley 's body,

and there were several witnesses

who said they saw you trying to sell it.

So you must have dropped it.

Well, what have you got to say, Lud?

Lud, you were there. You must have seen something.

Well, we got a little time before we get to Stockton.

Now, you can be thinking of what you're gonna tell the sheriff.

Now, come on.

Do you want us to believe that you did it?

Do you want us to believe that you picked up that rock

and you killed that helpless old man?

That you sneaked up behind him and you bashed his head in till you were sure he died?!

Defend yourself, Lud!

Now, listen to me, boy.

If you don't talk... you may hang.

Jarrod...

[sighs]

All right.

I'll be in the sheriff's office.

Lud, I'm your friend.

Now, if you won't think of yourself,

think of Chucky and Cecilia.

Think of how your mother would feel.

-My mother. -Yes!

It wouldn't matter one bit to her.

She wouldn't stay awake for one second.

Oh, Lud, that's not true, that's just not true!

Don't tell me about my mother! I know my mother.

She's a saloon girl, a cheap, painted--

A saloon girl, that's all.

Lud.

Oh, honey.

Oh--

You'll want to be alone.

No, Mrs. Barkley. Please stay. Please don't go.

Lud...

Look at me.

I heard about it in Elko.

They say you killed a man.

That isn't true, is it?

I want to know, Lud.

Son, if you're trying to hurt your mother,

you can't do a better job

than I've done myself already.

Oh, Lud... I did what I thought was best.

It seemed the only way

was to leave you with Mrs. Barkley for a while.

But you didn't do what I asked you to, Lud.

Heath said he found you and Chucky and Cecelia still living in the house.

Why didn't you do what I asked you to?

Why didn't you go to Mrs. Barkley

and tell her what I told you?

I would have wrote you...

Exceptin'... I can't write.

I told him to tell you that I'd be mighty obliged,

'cause I was going away for a little while,

if you was to take care of him and my young'uns for a little spell.

Why didn't you take care of us?! She ain't our ma!

He doesn't understand why you went away.

Perhaps if you explained.

Lud, I-- I had to go.

I had to go, honey!

But he doesn't know why.

All he knows is that you weren't here when he needed you.

I guess...

I guess I thought when your pa was alive...

that he was gonna always be there for me to count on.

He was a-- a kind of... blessin'

that we took for granted.

And then one day, he died.

And I didn't know which way to turn.

It's been two years now and longer

since your pa died.

And I'm alive...

I'm alive!

And I need a husband!

I need a father for you young'uns,

somebody to help me raise you good and proper.

But how...

How...

is a body to meet anyone

what with working all day and mending and sewing,

and children to take care of?

Besides...

who'd want a widow with three young'uns, anyhow?

That's why I decided to go back to Elko.

Your pa was a good man.

You didn't know this,

but I met your pa working in that saloon in Elko.

I thought if I went back there

that I might meet somebody like him.

But I soon found out that that wasn't no use.

Wasn't nobody who measured up to Bud.

I would have come back right away,

but I thought that they'd be better off with you.

You're the one they needed, not me.

Lud...

they say you killed a man.

That isn't true, is it?

-I didn't kill nobody, Ma. -Then why don't you talk?

If you didn't kill him, you have nothing to be afraid of.

Tell us what happened, Lud.

You saw him there? You saw Wiley?

I knew you were in Elko, Ma...

and I needed some money to get there.

So...

I stole Mrs. Barkley's music box

and I sold it to Wiley.

But in the street.

And that's the last time I saw him.

He was drunk, but he was fine.

And you have no idea who killed him?

No, ma'am. I only know that it wasn't me.

-Did Lud say he saw anybody? -No.

We're no better off than we were before.

He doesn't have any idea who might have done it, either.

The way old Wiley was flashing that gold dust around, it could have been anybody.

All the same, Lud could hang for it

if the guilty party can't be found.

But you know, Jarrod,

whoever killed Wiley wasn't after that gold.

They wanted him dead.

Who'd want to kill that old man anyway?

-Doesn't make any sense. -You're right.

Heath.

You said when you saw Wiley he was on his way to the assay office.

That's what he said.

Well, now suppose, just suppose...

that for once he was right-- that he had struck it rich.

-Hi, Jarrod, Heath. -George.

What can I do for you?

Wiley Griffin brought some ore in here the other day, didn't he?

That's right, he was in a big hurry.

Wanted me to do the test right then and there.

Jarrod was just saying wouldn't it be funny

if after all these years he really did make a strike.

Make Jenny a mighty rich donkey.

Anyway, did you run a test on it?

Well, he said he was coming in later that night,

so I hurried up and did the test. But he didn't come.

I guess he was on his way here when it happened.

Yeah.

Too bad. He was a nice old man.

I guess that kid took his talk serious

about his being rich, huh?

Yeah. Well, uh, did you make out a report?

About the assay? I sure did.

You mind if we take a look at it?

Not at all.

Uh, I have to keep a report

on every assay,

no matter what the result.

It's, um...

government regulation, you know.

Yeah, they're pretty strict about that.

"One hundred percent pure rock."

Just like all the other samples that old Wiley brought in.

Oh, his hopes were big, but his luck was so bad.

I never charged him. I just went ahead and made the tests

and told him the bad news.

Funny thing, though-- he never believed me.

Always claimed that I made a mistake.

He always went away peaceable, though,

even if I couldn't convince him.

Well, thanks for your trouble, George.

No trouble at all. Glad to oblige.

We'll see you, George.

[donkey braying]

Say, doesn't that sound like Jenny, Wiley's old donkey?

[braying]

Yeah. Sole survivor to a sack full of rocks.

What do you say we buy her and turn her out to pasture?

What do you mean? Establish a foundation for bereaved donkeys?

Well, why not?

Well, I guess that's the least we could do for Old Wiley.

Let's go.

Anybody here? Jeff?

[chuckles]

Well, Jenny old girl,

looks like you're gonna spend your last days in clover after all.

Come on out here, let's take a look at you.

[clicking tongue]

-[laughs] -Well, come on, Jenny.

Kinda stubborn, isn't she?

I wonder how old Wiley got her to move.

Seems to me he always had a handful of sugar.

Kept it in these packs here. I'll see if there's any left.

Yeah, let's appeal to her sweet tooth, see if we can make friends.

Well, what do you know?

-Here's a piece of old Wiley's bonanzy. -Yeah?

What's the matter?

What do you make of that?

A lot heavier than it looks, isn't it?

Looks like tellurium.

It sure does.

Look how it's all seeded in here, like mustard.

Jarrod, I think it's gold.

Hello, George. Sorry to bother you again.

I was just wondering about that ore

that Wiley brought in the other day.

Did he say where he dug it up?

Not that I recollect.

Well, you know the night before Wiley was killed

I was talking to him and he told me he'd been up on the Tuolumne.

That's a long river. Could be almost anyplace. Why you ask?

Well, you know how Wiley was always crowing about how he'd struck it rich.

Yeah, well, that was just talk. Nobody believed him.

I know, but I got some kind of old fool notion

that just suppose that he had tapped in to that mother lode--

there must be millions of dollars worth of gold up there somewhere,

and I thought if I could just locate his diggings,

I'd just kind of poke around a little bit.

You'd just be wasting your time.

Well, maybe you're right.

Ah, I forgot, George.

I was just curious about this rock.

What would you say that is?

Well, it looks like just another piece of rock to me.

Wouldn't you say it looked like tellurium?

Lots of rock looks like tellurium.

Yeah, but that yellow seeded there in that crack,

wouldn't you say that looked like gold?

Yeah. Fool's gold, maybe.

And we wouldn't really know until you ran a test on it.

If you leave it here I'll get to it as soon as I can.

Well, I'd kind of like to get it done now.

I know you're busy, but I'd be willing to pay extra.

Well, whatever you say.

Good.

Say, that sack of ore that Wiley brought in,

it should still be around here somewhere, huh?

It's over there on top of that pile.

It's got a tag with his name on it.

"Wiley."

There must be a mistake.

I want the sack of ore that looks like that.

Well, all he brought in was a rock.

No, that's what he brought in.

It fell out of his pack.

George, I've worked in mines,

and I've seen a lot of ore like that.

And it should assay out to about 5% pure gold.

Well...

you killed him, didn't you?

And you were going to let Lud hang for it.

And after a while, you were gonna file on Wiley's claim.

Drop it, George.

[George fires]

Wiley brought in a sackful that was practically pure gold.

He must have made the mistake of telling him where the claim was.

Somewhere up on the Tuolumne.

Like George says, that's a long, long river.

-Could be almost anywhere. -Yeah.

[donkey braying]

Bang! Bang!

Bang--

Ma! Ma, Lud's home!

Ma!

Lud.

It's good...

It's good to be together again!

Heath, come in. Please.

Oh...Heath, I--

I wanted to thank your ma.

Would you tell her for me that there just aren't words enough?

I'll do that.

But the next time you decide to leave town,

don't send a message-- deliver it yourself.

Might save a lot of trouble.

Might save a lot of trouble.

Well, there's one thing for sure, and you can count on this--

I'll never leave my young'uns again.

If there's a man for my family,

it'll have to be somebody right here in Stockton.

Ma, I'm gonna try and get a job, help you all I can.

I think I can work at the grocery store.

Well, now, that's a job for a boy, not a man.

You know, one of our line riders quit this week.

I was just thinkin', maybe you could, uh, hit Nick for the job.

You think he'd hire me?

Well, could be...

if somebody put in a good word.

Oh!

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