All language subtitles for 22 - The Tracy Sadler Story

Come on, close 'em up.

Keep your eyes open, Major.

Where's he goin', Charlie?

Oh, he's goin' down the road
to pick up a small wagon train

that's join' us...
About six wagons.

He also said he was gonna try
to trade for some fresh horses,

and I think
I should have gone with him.

Charlie. Yeah?

You know the Major's
a man of rare judgment.

He thinks you're too
valuable here to leave the train.

I guess you're right,

but anyway, if he does
trade for the fresh horses,

how is he gonna get 'em
back here by himself?

Charlie, how do you think that
that rancher he's gonna trade with

will get these tired old horses
back to his place?

Why, he'll send somebody along,
naturally.

Oh, I see what you mean.

You know, you're gettin'
smarter all the time.

You're startin' to answer
your own questions now.

Hmm.

Flint, looks like
we got company.

Hey now!

Well now,
that's a piece of luck.

If that wagon train
hadn't stopped,

we might not have caught up
with 'em for two or three days.

I wonder what's holdin' 'em up.

Miss Sadler, I didn't know you
were carryin' that kind of money.

I wouldn't have it now
if you did.

Why, you do me an injustice.

What kind of a man
do you think I am?

I know exactly
what kind of a man you are.

That's why I hired you.

Now, you can either get on your
saddle horse back there and ride out...

or you can stay on
and drive for me...

and you can earn
the rest of this.

Yeah?

How can I earn it?

There's a man in one
of those wagons out there.

He's got something
that belongs to me...

and I mean to get it back.

You want him killed?

Yah!

You and Charlie circle up.
I'll, uh, I'll go talk to him.

All right.

Well, you heard what he said.
Circle 'em up.

Listen, I don't take orders
from everybody. Ahh.

What a valuable man I am,
didn't you?

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa now! Whoa now!

You the wagon master
of this outfit?

Well, I am until Major Adams
gets back. I'm Flint McCullough.

Hi. HI.

My name's Tracy Sadler.

My pleasure, ma'am.

This is my driver... Cadge Waldo.

Mr. McCullough,
I'd like to join your train.

Well, I'm sure the Major would
be glad to have you, ma'am.

Well then, if you'd just tell me what
your fee is, I'd like to pay you now.

Well, there's no hurry
about the money.

I'll drop by later tonight
and pick it up.

No, that's all right.
I'd just as soon pay you now.

There isn't time. Why don't you
pull your wagon into line before

the train tightens up.

Thanks. Yah!

Whoa now!

Where'd you run off to?

I just been lookin' around.

I found out one thing. We're
gonna be stuck here for several days.

That suits me just fine.

It'll make it a lot easier
to find him.

Who we lookin' for?

His name's Forest.
Fletcher Forest.

Fletcher Forest. That's right.
That's the fella we're after.

Fletcher Forest.

Good. Makes it easy.

All I'll have to do
is ask for him.

No, I don't want anybody
to know I even know his name!

Oh, no, you're right.
You're right.

Later when he gets killed,

people will wanna know why
I was askin' for him.

What does he look like?

I don't know what he looks like.

You don't know
what he looks like?

Well, I don't know. He's a
man about 60, 61. I'm not sure.

He's 60, 61.
His name is Fletcher Forest.

That's right, and he'll be
traveling with his son.

All, right. Now, how
old's his son? Twelve.

Well, isn't that enough
for you to go on, Cadge?

I just don't want you to let
anybody know you're looking for him.

Now just go out and find him!

All right, all right.
I'll find him.

Fletcher Forest.

Hi. Uh, I just joined the train.

My wagon's up the line.
My name's Cadge Waldo.

Jameson. Henry Jameson.
Won't you sit down?

No, no, I can't stay,
Mr. Jameson.

I got some business
down the line,

but I'm glad to know you,
and I'll see you later.

All right. Swell.

How you gettin' along,
Miss Sadler?

Oh, Mr. McCullough,
you've come for your money.

No, not necessarily.

I'll get it for you.

Well, wait a minute.

I'm gonna throw
a hoedown tonight

to sorta get the folks' minds
off the fact

that they won't be
travelin' for a few days,

and I thought maybe,

well, I could offer myself
as an escort,

sorta help you get acquainted.

Well, I'm sorry.
I'll get your money.

My name's Anderson.

What's your first name, sonny?

That's it. Anderson.
Last name's Charles.

Anderson Charles.

You got that backwards,
ain't ya?

I don't think so.

WOMAN: Anderson,
you ain't done your chores yet.

Well, I guess you're right.

That ought to take care of it.

Well, that takes care
of one thing.

You sure you won't change
your mind about tonight?

No, I'm sorry. Thank you
very much. I'm afraid I won't.

Well, if you change your mind,
you just give a holler.

Get it clean.

Now there's a boy looks to me
like he's thinkin' about huntin' buffalo.

How 'bout it, David?
Hi, Mr. McCullough.

Well, come on,
you're thinkin' about something.

Yeah, I was just thinkin' about
bein' back home again.

Most boys think this trip west

is kind of
an excitin' adventure.

I liked it out there.
I didn't wanna leave.

MAN: Just wait till you get
to California, son.

You'll like it there
a whole lot better.

Hi, Pa.

Hi, Mr. Forest.

Where you been?

Oh, up line a ways,

tradin' lies
with another cattleman.

Never would let me
out of his sight.

Been that way
since he was a tot.

David, suppose you go and see if you
can get us some more firewood, will you?

Sure, Pa. Excuse me.

I say, Flint, you don't think
there's any chance

of our bein' held up more than
two or three days here, do you?

Oh, I don't think so.

I hope not.

Is something botherin' you?

Well, no, just the boy,
that's all.

He won't get as homesick
travelin' as he will sittin'.

I see. You know, Mr. Forest, I've
seen lots of fathers on this train.

Some of them treat their boys
like they were work horses.

Others don't seem to know
they're alive.

I think it's nice the, well, the regard
that you and David have for each other.

Well, thanks for sayin' that,
Flint.

I just hope I don't
spoil him too much.

I don't think so. I'll let you know
as soon as I hear from the Major.

I appreciate it.

Miss Sadler. Yeah?

Miss Sadler.

Yes?

I shook hands with more people

than a politician
runnin' for office.

Did you find him?

I went all the way around
this dad-blamed circle

in the wrong direction.

Answer me, Cadge.
Did you find him?

Yes, ma'am, I found him.

Where?

Second wagon ahead.

Can you imagine
a fool thing like that...

Me not findin' him till
the next to the last wagon?

Is the boy with him?

Yeah, the boy's with him,
and his name's David.

I heard him talkin'.

David.

Now, Miss Sadler,
I think I've worked hard enough

just findin' Forest to earn
the money you promised me.

Now, why don't I
slip over there tonight

and kill him
and have the whole thing...

You do nothin'
until you're told!

I'll take care of that kid, too,
and it won't cost you a cent.

Don't you touch him!

You leave that boy alone,
you understand me?

I didn't think you'd care
what happened to that kid.

I'm gonna do his pa in anyhow.

That's not his pa.

But I thought you said...

That's not his pa!

I ought to know...

I'm his mother.

Danged if I can
figure you out, ma'am.

You've been so het up about
catchin' up with this Forest fella

for runnin' away with your son.

Well, now that you've found him,

you don't even wanna
take a look at him.

I can't, Cadge.

I can't.

I'm scared.

Scared? Of what?

Forest?

I'll take care of him.

It's not Forest.

It's the time I've spent
waiting for this moment.

Twelve years...

in prison.

In prison?

That's right.

Twelve years
waiting for the moment

when I first set eyes on him,

and now it's here,
and I don't know what to do.

I'm scared.

I just can't run up to him
and throw my arms around him,

tell him he belongs to me.

He's so close,
and I can't touch him.

Can't call him by his name,
and he can't call me by mine.

Or maybe he'll never want to.

♪

Ahh.

Cadge.

Cadge!

Yes, ma'am?

Get yourself cleaned up.

Cleaned up? What for?

We're goin' to the dance.
Change your clothes.

Dance?

Haven't you got anything
to change into?

The only clothes I got!

Otherwise, I would've
washed them long ago.

Well, all right then, just comb
your hair and clean your face.

Get washed?

Yes.

I'm ready, Miss Sadler.

Are you?

I'll be there in a minute.

I never did see a woman yet
who could make it on time.

♪

Yeah, I want mine straight,
Mr. Prescott. Thanks.

Got room for a couple more
thirsty men, Flint?

Well, I don't know why not,
Mr. Forest,

but, David, I think you'd be happier
down there with the apple cider.

Oh, boy.

I'll take mine
out of the bottle.

Oh, here we go.

Oh, there he is.

The man on the left
talkin' to McCullough.

I don't see the boy, though.

May I join you?

Well now,
if I didn't know better,

I'd say that Miss Tracy Sadler
changed her mind.

Well, am I still welcome?
Is it all right?

Only if you'll dance with me.

Well then, it's all right,
isn't it?

Thank you. I just got to
thinking maybe you're right.

I joined your train. I should get
out and meet some of my neighbors.

There's no time
like the present.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
our new member of our train.

Miss Tracy Sadler.

ALL: Hi.

This is Mr. Stevens.
How do you do.

Mr. Prescott. How do you do.

That's Mr. Jones. How do you do.

Mr. Fox. Mr. Fox.

And Mr. Forest.
You certainly out to know him.

He's in the wagon
that's two ahead of yours.

How do you do.
Oh, how do you do.

I think I remember seeing you.

You're traveling with
the young boy, aren't you?

You mean my friend David.

He's down there having
a cider-drinking contest.

Oh, no, thank you.

I think I'd be considered more
of a lady if I join the cider group.

All right. All right,
I'll get you some.

Why are you fellas
so quiet, huh?

Oh, that's fine. Thank you.

There you are.

Well now, aren't you gonna
tell me what your names are?

My name is David, ma'am.
David Forest.

Hello, David.

I saw you.

You're right behind
Barrett's wagon,

and they're right behind us.

Uh, yes, that's right.

I just said hello
to your grandfather.

Oh, he's not my grandfather,
Miss Sadler. He's my father.

Oh, well, for heaven's sakes.

Now don't you dare tell him I
made such a silly mistake, will you.

Not silly, Miss Sadler.
It's a common mistake.

Now if you'll excuse us.

Well, I didn't mean anything.

We don't have to go yet,
do we, Dad?

I'm afraid we do, son.

Just a minute.

Good-bye, Miss Sadler.
I'm glad I met you.

I'm glad I met you, too, David.

You see, I turn my back
for a minute,

and you begin to pay attention
to another man,

but I'm happy to say he's
just a little too old for you.

Pa.

Yes, son?

Why don't you like women
talking to me?

Now, you've never heard me
say such a thing, did you, boy?

No, you never exactly said that,

but you said we don't need one
living with us.

Well, we don't, do we?

Have we got along pretty good
so far without 'em?

Sure we have, Pa,
but what's wrong with them?

Well, maybe there isn't
anything wrong with them exactly.

Let's just say
your pa is selfish,

wants to have you
all to himself.

That's why we had to come home
so early tonight?

Because Miss Sadler
was talking to me?

Say, how come you to be asking
such questions all of a sudden?

You never did before.

I like Miss Sadler.
She's kind of different.

Well, what do you mean,
different?

Well, when I
shook hands with her,

they were as soft
as a kitten's neck,

and she smelled good, too.

Well, let's get some sleep now.

We'll talk about this later.

Nobody in the world will ever
know how happy I am tonight.

Well, you've been
quite a surprise to me.

What do you mean?

Well, when I met you today,

you were distant,
I might even say unfriendly.

Tonight you've been charming,
I might even say radiant.

Naturally,
I'm curious about the change.

Well, let's just say I'm...
I'm grateful for your company.

Can we leave it at that?

Yes, we can,

but if you decide you
wanna talk about it sometime,

I'd like to be the one.

Good night, Mr. McCullough.

Good night.

Son.

Yeah, Pa?

You up so early?

Couldn't sleep anymore.
Tried not to wake you up.

Well, that's all right.

Tell you what, David,
poke up the fire,

and I'll get up
and make you some flapjacks.

Hey, that'll be great!

Hello, David.

Good morning, Miss Sadler.

You're up early, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you always get up this early?

Uh, no, ma'am.

Neither do I.

I couldn't sleep last night.

I had to go down to the creek
and get some fresh water.

Yes, I saw you, and, well...

And what, David?

You're strong for 12 years old.

How'd you know I was 12?

I just guessed.

I can do that for you.

Your fire was almost out,
Miss Sadler.

If you bank it
with ashes at night,

it will be easier to get going
in the morning.

Oh, I see.

I must have forgot last night.

I'll have it going
in a minute, thought.

David, would you like to stay
and have breakfast with me?

I'll bet you haven't
eaten yet, have you?

Oh, golly, I forgot.
I gotta go, Miss Sadler.

I was supposed to poke up
the fire for Pa.

Well, you'll come back
and visit me again, won't you?

Yes, Miss Sadler.
I'd like to very much.

Bye now.

You won't forget?

Morning, Mr. Forest.

Sorry I'm late, Pa.
Didn't mean to take so long.

That's all right, son.

I haven't made
the batter yet, anyway.

You're gonna have a fight
on your hands, ain't ya?

I thought you were asleep.

Old Cadge ain't never asleep
when something's goin' on.

If you're aimin' to woo
that boy away from Forest,

it ain't gonna be
as easy as you think.

He likes me, Cadge.

Sure he likes you.

He likes Forest, too.

You try to come between 'em,

you're apt to find out
just how much.

But then on the other hand...

if something was to, uh,
happen to Forest,

I'd say it was the most
natural thing in the world

for a boy to turn to his mother,

even if he didn't
know her too well.

Well, Miss Sadler,
it ain't the money no more.

I'll admit it was
in the first place.

It's different now.

Last night when you
told me about your boy,

waitin' 12 years for him,

well, I...

I can't put it
into words exactly,

but, well, I'd like to help you,

and I hope you'll believe me.

Thank you, Cadge.

Well, there you are.

I'd about given you up.

You're not getting tired
of my cooking, are you?

Oh, boy, fried chicken again!

It's your favorite.

I'm sorry I'm late, Tracy,

but I had some work to do
for Pa.

Oh, I see.

Come on.

Were you really doin' chores
for your pa, David?

Well, no.

I was waitin' for Pa
to take his afternoon nap.

He just now went to sleep.

He doesn't seem
to like me very much.

Oh, it isn't that
he doesn't like you, Tracy.

It's just that he hasn't
got much use for any women.

Well, what about your mom?

I don't know.

He never would say
much about her.

I haven't even seen
a picture of her.

Well, don't you ever wonder...
what she looked like?

Oh, sure I do.

Sometimes... sometimes, I just try
to imagine what she looked like.

And then what happens?

What do you think?

Well...

Come on, David.

Sometimes I wish
she looked like you.

You may think I'm awful silly
for saying that.

No, I don't think
you're silly, David.

'Cause, you see,
if I ever had a little boy,

I'd want him to look
exactly like you.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that.

Well, I'm not sorry.

That's just about the nicest
thing you could have ever done.

Well, come on.

Let's eat this up
before the ants beat us to it.

I wanna talk to you.

Why certainly, Mr. Forest.

Alone.

Well, what could we have to
talk about that he couldn't hear?

We hardly know each other.

Suit yourself.

Would you like to sit down?

No, thank you.

You know, I've often thought it's a shame
that you and I couldn't be better friends.

David and I are, you know.

That's why I'm here,
Miss Sadler.

I must ask you
to stop seeing him.

I have my reasons.

Well, I can't see
what possible harm...

It's not for you to judge,
Miss Sadler.

David is my son.
I'm all he needs.

Well, I think you're wrong,
Mr. Forest.

Is it so difficult for you
to understand a simple request?

David is my son. You're little
more than a stranger to him.

I've asked you
to leave him alone.

That's my right, I believe.

Oh, yes, I understand about
your rights, but I still don't see why...

Why are you so interested
in my son?

Is it because you don't happen
to have a child of your own?

That shouldn't be so difficult
for a woman like you.

What do you mean,
a woman like me?

I'd be very careful
how I answered that, mister.

Who are you? What's your name?

You know what my name is.

Tracy Sadler.

Did you ever
live in Philadelphia?

Have you ever been in prison?

You don't listen very good,
mister.

If you're stupid enough
to shoot, go ahead.

Flint McCullough will have a hangman's
knot around your neck within an hour.

All right, Miss Sadler,

do you wanna tell me
your real name?

She told you her real name.

It's Tracy Sadler.

Just stay away from my son.

Oh, Flint, have you seen David
in the last few minutes?

No, I haven't.
Is something wrong?

I'm afraid so. What do you
know about this Sadler woman?

Well, not that much. Why?

I think she's trying
to steal David away from me.

Steal David? What would she
wanna do that for?

Because I'm convinced
she's his mother.

Tracy Sadler?

I gotta find him, Flint.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd help me.

Come along,
I'll tell you about it.

Mr. Forest, do you know
what you're saying?

Where are we going, Tracy?

Oh, no place.

I... I just wanted to talk to you.

Sure.

What do we talk about?

Oh, you...

me...

Mr. Forest.

I sure do wish
he'd get to know you.

I know he'd like you.

Well, has he ever
said anything about me?

Hasn't said a word,

but I can tell he
doesn't like me to see you.

I don't know why, though.

David, I have something
to tell you...

and it's not gonna be easy
for you to understand,

but I want you to try for me.

Will you do that?

Sure.

You see, your real pa
died before you were born.

So then Mr. Forest raised you

like... like he was your pa
and you were his son.

He didn't mean to lie to you
or anything like that.

I guess he just wanted
to make you feel like

you had a father
just like everybody else.

I don't understand.

Oh, I know this is a lot
to understand so quick,

but, see, you... you just had
to know this sooner or later.

I don't believe it.

He's my pa,
and you're making it all up!

Oh, no, David.
I'm not making it all up.

It's true.
I wouldn't lie to you.

Now please listen to me,
David, please.

No!

David!

David.

I'm... I'm your mother.

My mother's dead.

Pa said so, and I believe him!

I believe my pa!
He wouldn't lie to me!

No, David, please listen to me.

I'm... I am. I'm your mother.

David?

David, go back to the wagon
and wait for me.

What have you been doing?

What did you say to my son?

He's not your son!
I'm sick to death of hearing it!

I was right about you all along.

You've never
been right about me.

You've never taken the trouble
to be right about me.

You were already in prison
before I knew my son was married.

Besides, what could I
have learned the jury didn't?

You could have learned I was
convicted on false evidence.

That's what you
could've learned.

You served your time in prison.

You can't be convicted again.

So why don't you admit
you murdered my son?

Get it off your conscience.

Because I didn't do it!

You probably planned
to murder me next.

Your driver's
already threatened my life.

All right, Mr. Forest.
Just take it easy, will you?

What about it, Miss Sadler?
Is what he says true?

My name's not Tracy Sadler.

My name's Grace Reno.

Or it was till I made
the biggest mistake of my life...

Married David Forest.

The mistake was his. He's dead.

Maybe it was your mistakes
that cost him his life.

You raised him.
You spoiled him rotten.

It's easy for you to say
what you want to now.

He's dead
and can't defend himself.

Because I'm alive, that means I
don't have the right to defend myself?

I don't wanna hear it.

Well, you're gonna
hear it! Not from you!

All right, Forest.
Get a hold of yourself.

You said your life's
been threatened.

Well, as long as I'm runnin'
the train, I wanna know why.

Now let her talk.

Well, I knew what kind of a man
his son was when I married him,

but I loved him.

He didn't love me,
and there was another girl.

I found out about her.

One night they were together,
and I...

she came at me with a knife.

There was a terrible struggle,

and he... he separated us...

and he was killed.

But the knife was in her hand.
It wasn't in mine.

The story she told
sent me to prison for 12 years!

It took me all that time
to find out who had my son.

You must have known
the exact day they let me out

'cause when I came after you,
you'd gone.

You just took my son and ran,
and I want him back!

You weren't fit to take care
of him when I got him,

and 12 years in or out of
prison doesn't change that fact!

Oh, you can't say that!

Tracy!

Get a hold... I want my son!

Get a hold... Please!

Now get a hold of yourself.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Now if you've got a hold of
yourself, let's go find David.

He's got something
to say about this.

Come on.

David! David!

He's not in my wagon either!

Well, he's probably
wandered off to be by himself.

This is your fault! He was
happy till you came along.

If anything happens to that boy, I
don't know what I'm gonna do to you.

All right, you two,
that's enough.

I'm sick of hearing you
argue back and forth.

Arguing's not gonna find him,
and it's not gonna help him.

Now why don't you two calm down,

and I'll go out
and look for him.

I'll go with you. I can go
better alone, Mr. Forest.

Come on, Cadge.

David.

David.

Let me go! Leave me alone!

David, listen to me.
I'm all alone.

I'm all alone,
and I'm your friend.

I'm your friend.

What do you want?

I wanna kill you.

Whether I do or not depends upon
what happens to Miss Sadler's son.

You're drunk.

Yeah, I'm drunk.

I've very drunk.

You wanna know why I'm drunk?

Listenin' to Miss Sadler cry.

And the more she cried,
the more I drank,

and I reached my decision.

I reach some of my very best
decisions when I'm drunk.

So you and me...

we're gettin' away
from these wagons.

No, it's not that, David.

It's just that, well,
your feelings have been hurt.

It's hard for you to understand
how two people you love

could, well, that they
could treat you this way,

but maybe you're not
seeing their side either.

Did you ever think about that?

Look, you want them
to understand you,

but you've got to make an effort
to understand them.

You're the only thing
that's gonna help.

The whole thing depends on you.

But why did my pa...

He's not your pa.
He's your grandfather.

You've gotta accept that, David,

and once you have, then you have to
ask yourself why he raised you as his son.

He did it to protect you from the
fact that you were born in prison.

He could have told you
about your parents.

He could have destroyed the
idea of mother to you, but he didn't.

He wanted to protect you
from that.

He's given you
12 years of happiness.

Is that something to blame
him for, to punish him for?

Then why did Tracy tell me?

Everything would have been all
right if she hadn't have come along.

Do you remember the night that
you met her, there with the cider?

Have you any idea
how hard it was for her

to politely shake your hand?

What she wanted to do was take
you in her arms and tell you everything,

but she didn't.

She didn't until she thought
she was gonna lose you.

David, love is a...

Love is a difficult thing
to handle.

You're learnin' that
pretty early,

but that's what you've got to
understand... what hurt you is love.

You've got to understand that.

Well, what happens from now on is gonna
depend on how well you understand that.

I think I'd like to go back
to the wagon train now.

Mr. Forest.

Mr. Forest.

Ugh!

Cadge!

Cadge!

Next time you send someone
to do your killin',

send a man, not a weasel.

Or better yet, do it yourself.

I'm sure you're more reliable.

Cadge, why did you do this?

I didn't like the misery
he was causin' you.

I figured everybody would be
better off without him.

You mean, you didn't send him?

I know it's my fault
that David ran away.

If anything happens to him,
that's my fault, too.

That I happen to love him,
that's not my fault.

So you don't have to forgive me
for what I've taken away from him,

but I don't care what you have
to tell him to give it back to him.

Oh! Easy.

He's young. Maybe he'll forget.

See, I won't be around
to remind him.

Go on back to the wagon,
Cadge, and I'll clean that up.

Then I'll help you
hitch the team.

Miss Sadler.

That story about
my son's death...

I believe it.

There were two women
in his life...

one, my wife,
deserted him at birth...

the other I thought
brought about his death.

That made it easy for me to fix
the blame for what he was...

made it easier for me to justify
taking your baby away from you.

I knew what my son was,
knew it all along.

I spoiled him rotten.

Most fathers
only get one chance.

Your son gave me the second.

Maybe you ought not to go now.

Here you go, David. Up.

There you are.

I'm sorry I grieved you.

I shouldn't have run away.

Yes, you should have.

That's exactly what
you should have done.

There's something
I gotta say to you,

and you might not like it but...

Before you start
wastin' time talkin',

there's something
you ought to know.

You see that wagon out yonder?

I gotta see Tracy.

That's what I had to tell you.

Then you better hurry, boy,
'cause that's her wagon.

She goin' away?

Why?

Well, maybe you better go
and ask her.

Flint.

Well, hurry up.
What are you waiting for?

Up.

You on? Hold on.

Whoa!

What are we stoppin' for?

There's somebody yellin' at us.

Mother!

David.

Why don't you go on
by yourself, David.

There you go.

Oh, David, David!

Oh, Mother, there's something
I gotta say to you,

and don't get mad.

No, I won't. What?

You're gonna have to tell Cadge to
turn around and go back to the train.

Why?

Because we're all gonna
travel together with...

With who?

With Grandpa.

Oh, David!

Come on, let's go.

Wagons, ho!