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I can't believe it, Heyes!

I can't believe you'd have the un-diluted gall to ride in here again

after what you pulled on us with Big Jim.

Kyle, I did it for your own good!

But I don't expect you to believe that.

You really thought we was mad at you.

You mean you're not?

What are you doin' here, anyways?

I'm not sure you're gonna believe me.

Those people down there? I'm their guide.

They're hunting for a tribe of dead Indians.

Dead Indians?

Seven feet tall with flaming red hair.

So I'd appreciate if you boys just stay out of sight.

Well, why?

$30 a day is why.

You're getting paid $30 a day?

That's right.

(CHUCKLING) That's better than stealing.

That is stealing.

But legal.

So stop scaring my search party, will you?

NARRA TOR: Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry,

the two most successful outlaws in the history of the West.

And in all the trains and banks they robbed,

they never shot anyone.

This made our two Iatter-day Robin Hoods very popular

with everyone but the railroads and the banks.

CURRY: There's one thing we gotta get, Heyes.

HEYES.' What's that?

CURRY: Out of this business.

LOM: The governor can't come flat out and give you amnesty now.

First, you gotta prove you deserve it.

Ah, so all we have to do is just stay out of trouble

till the governor figures we deserve amnesty.

But in the meantime, we'll still be wanted.

LOM: Well, that's true.

Till then, only you, me and the governor will know about it.

It'II be our secret.

(GUN SHOTS)

CURRY: I sure wish the governor would let a few more people

in on our secret.

NARRATOR: Alias Smith and Jones,

starring Pete Duel and Ben Murphy.

Mining supplies. Whose idea was this anyway, taking this job?

Well,

if you don't know,

neither do I.

Well, maybe it isn't one ofthe best ideas I ever thought up.

You mean some thinking actually went into this?

But there's nothing to worry about.

AII we gotta do is stay calm,

and we got ourselves $200

when we make this delivery to the mine.

Do you know what the roads in those mountains are like?

Heyes, now you ain't listening.

They said there's nothing to worry about.

(WHISPERING) Giddap.

Wait a minute, Heyes. Hold on, hold on.

Whoa, whoa. What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Just listen to this, would you?

"Guide needed for 10-day trip to Devil's Hole area.

"Archeologist will pay $30 per day

"plus bonus if expedition is successful.

"Must be expert with firearms and familiar with the area."

Just what exactly is an archeologist?

Someone who's paying $30 a day plus bonus.

You know, Heyes, I've been thinking.

It doesn't make any sense for the two of us to get blowed.

What I meant is, it doesn't take two of us

to drive this wagon, right?

Yeah.

So why don't I go back there, take that job

and then we'll have

$500 to split instead of $200.

I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't take that job.

Except one.

You know, that's what I Iike about you, Heyes. You never disappoint me.

Now why shouldn't I take that job?

Because I should take that job.

You're right, it only takes one of us to drive the wagon.

Now, wait a minute, I found this job.

You found this one, too. So I'II take that one.

You're going to be stubborn about this, huh?

Uh-huh.

AII right.

Maybe we ought to flip a coin.

Whose coin?

You know, Kid,

it might be safer driving this wagon.

Maybe that ad was put in the paper by a bounty hunter

just wanting to grab a reward.

You're right, Heyes.

That's something to consider.

Flipthe coin.

Call it.

Mr. Alexander?

Yes.

My name is Joshua Smith, and ifthis job you advertised is still open, here I am.

Mr. Smith, this might appear rude of me,

but you seem rather young to be a guide.

Especially for what I understand to be extremely dangerous country.

There's nothing rude about that.

In fact, I was just thinking you're rather tall to be an Englishman.

I stand corrected.

But before we talk, I have to be certain

that you really know the area in question.

We're old friends.

Old enough to draw a map of it?

Older than that.

It has mountains on two sides.

Like so.

The actual Devil's Hole hideout is here.

There's a lake up here

and the river comes down through here Iike this

and then it goes dry someplace up in here

depending on what month it is.

There's a forest... Big forest over here.

The entrance to the hideout is right here.

If you plan to go through it you don't need a guide, you need an army.

(CHUCKLES)

I think we can talk.

That's an interesting piece of rawhide.

I came across it in San Francisco.

And when I heard the story behind it,

well, it set our little expedition in motion.

Mr. Alexander,

I could use the $30 a day,

but if you're going into Devil's Hole country

looking for gold or some kind of buried treasure, forget it.

There's nothing Iike that in there.

Perhaps not the kind oftreasure you have in mind.

But there is something in there of enormous value,

and I intend to find it.

But before we proceed,

there was another requirement stated in my advertisement.

(GUN SHOT)

Mr. Smith, I'd Iike you to meet

the other members of our party.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Smith.

And this is Mr. and Mrs. Finney.

How do you do?

This is ourguide, Mr. Joshua Smith.

It's nice to know that we're going to be in such capable hands.

You're quite right, my dear.

This trip is going to be a little more difficult than crossing Boston Common.

Have you ever been to Boston, Mr. Smith?

No, Mrs. Finney, I've never managed to get past the Mississippi River.

I thought for a moment we'd met somewhere before.

We're all quite anxious to be on our way.

Do you think we might start in the morning?

Could I ask why you're going into Devil's Hole country?

There's a gang of outlaws in there that gets nervous

when people start poking around.

We're not going into their hideout, Mr. Smith.

I'm sure they'll see how harmless we are.

They'II ignore us.

Do I get to know what you're looking for? That's worth taking that risk?

Mr. Parker and I, we came to San Francisco from Australia a few weeks ago.

I found that rawhide map in an old bookstore.

It had a bearing on an archeological theory

that a tribe of tall Indians once lived in the Devil's Hole region.

Huge giants with flaming red hair.

Yes, I've heard that story, but I never met anyone who believed it.

Well, now you have,

and you and my companions and I,

we'll bring back the proof that I'm right.

Git! Come on, come on.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Evening.

Evening.

You a fellow called Joshua Smith?

Mmm-hmm.

The Sheriff wants you down to his office.

The Sheriff?

Well, I'd be glad to go down to his office.

But, as you see, I'm packing.

I'm leaving on a trip in the morning. Could it wait till I get back?

No.

You wouldn't happen to know what this is about, would you?

Nope.

And you're sure it can't wait till I get back?

Nope.

Mr. Smith, come in.

Sit down.

I want to ask you a few questions.

They tell me that you're taking a party

back into Devil's Hole country.

Yes, sir.

And I understand that you got the job

'cause you could prove that you know that country back there pretty well.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Smith,

did you draw this map?

Yes, sir.

Now, I'd say that that's a pretty accurate map.

Mmm-hmm.

How come you knew so much about that country back there?

I've been there, sir.

Well, I can see that by the map.

But now, why do you suppose

that Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry

and the Devil's Hole Gang would let you ride in there

and ride back out without killing you?

You know, I never thought about that, sir.

You see, a friend of mine and me, about three years ago,

heard there might be some gold there.

So we packed some animals in,

and, well, we poked around for two or three months,

but we come back out just as poor as we were when we went in.

And you mean to tell me that you was back in there for three months

and you never run into the Devil's Hole Gang at all?

Well, no, we saw 'em, you know, off in the distance,

riding in and riding out once in a while.

So I guess they saw us,

but they figured, you know, we wasn't bothering anybody, so they didn't bother us.

And you never had any contact with them?

Sheriff, if Hannibal Heyes had had any special interest in me,

do you think I'd be sitting here today?

You know, a good Iaw man can generally feel

when a feller's tellin' the truth or when he's Iying to him.

And I'd say that you're tellin' the truth.

You probably rode in there when Heyes and Curry was in a plum amiable mood,

'cause they're two of the orneriest critters

that the Good Lord ever set amongst us.

There's no question about that.

I came as fast as I could, Sheriff.

You got here right on time, Doc.

Fred, you can go on home if you want to.

Good night, Sheriff.

If you don't mind, I'II be going, too. I want to get an early...

Just sit right back down, Mr. Smith.

I ain't finished with you yet.

Tell me something.

Just what all do you know about these people

that you're fixing to ride out yonder with?

Well, only what matters.

Paying $30 a day, and a bonus if we find what they're looking for.

Yeah, yeah. I've heard all those wild tales about them Indians.

Mr. Alexander is paying hard cash,

and that's one thing I don't talk back to.

This is Doc Wilson.

How do you do, Mr. Smith?

Glad to meet you, sir.

AII right, Doc, why don't you tell him what you told me?

I guess you know those two Englishmen and Mr. and Mrs. Finney

didn't all arrive in the same party.

No, I didn't know that.

The Finney's were going through to Boston.

I found that out when I examined her.

You examined her?

She was taken off the train, sick, and I was called to have a look at her.

The same train the two Englishmen arrived on.

What was wrong with her?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But when Alexander invited Finney to go along on this trip,

Mrs. Finney made one of the most miraculous recoveries in the history of medicine.

And there's something else that's queer, too.

Alexander is no archeologist.

That's kind of a hobby with me,

and he isn't an archeologist.

Alexander invited Doc here and several other people from around town

to go along with him,

and they all said, "No, thanks."

You still say that you never talk back to hard cash?

I guess it's a matter of principle, gentlemen.

And $30 a day is an awful lot of principal.

AII right, all right.

You're a stranger around here,

but you're an American,

and a westerner, and I feel that it's my duty to try to help you.

Ijust want you to know one thing,

that if you go getting yourself in any trouble,

don't expect me to come bail you out.

I can't worry about the Devil's Hole Gang.

I've got enough to worry about from my own party.

Well, just don't say I didn't warn you.

I won't. Sheriff, thanks.

Doc. Good night.

Come on, boy, come on.

Come on, buddy, get up there.

Come on, pull it, Mac!

Come on, fellows, move. Pull up that hill.

Come on!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Steady.

Come on, come on.

Whoa!

Steady.

Look!

Who are they?

The outlaw gang?

Probably.

I don't Iike it.

Perhaps we better turn back.

Oh, there's no need for that, Mrs. Finney. I'm sure they won't bother us.

What makes you so sure?

Maybe we should turn back.

I'II tell you what. I'II ride up there and talk to 'em,

see if can't convince them there'Il be no problem.

You do that, Mr. Smith,

I'II guarantee you a $100 bonus whether we find anything or not.

You got a deal.

Wait here.

You boys ain't gonna believe this.

It's Hannibal Heyes again.

I can't believe it, Heyes!

I can't believe you'd have the un-diluted gall to ride in here again

after what you pulled on us with Big Jim.

Kyle, I did it for your own good!

But I don't expect you to believe that.

You really thought we was mad at you.

You mean you're not?

Heyes, you done us a favor.

Jim's ideas was too grandiose.

Wheat's back now, and we're smalltime again.

What are you doin' here, anyways?

I'm not sure you're gonna believe me.

Those people down there? I'm their guide.

They're hunting for a tribe of dead Indians.

Dead Indians?

Seven feet tall with flaming red hair.

AII right, come on, Heyes, what you really doing here?

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

HANK: Could be.

They's a tribe of Indians up north ofthe water hole

that swears there was tall, redheaded Indians round here once.

Thank you, Hank.

So I'd sure appreciate if you boys just stay out of sight.

Well, why?

$30 a day is why.

You're getting paid $30 a day?

That's right.

(CHUCKLING) That's better than stealing.

That is stealing.

But legal.

So stop scaring my search party, will you?

Well...

Well, I don't believe that Indian stuff,

so if you don't mind, Heyes, we'll just keep an eye on you.

For your own good, of course.

Hey, how's Kid Curry?

Oh...

Hank, Iwish I knew.

(WHISTLES)

Come on, Mac! Come on, Mac!

Straight up that hill, straight up that hill!

Come on, Mac, pull it!

Ha, boys! Come on, fellas, move!

Get up there!

Come on, Mac!

Come on, Mac, get up there!

(HORSES NEIGHING)

Whoa, whoa!

(CRASHING)

(WHINNYING)

Thanks, fellas.

Tastes good, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Are you enjoying it, Mr. Finney?

Hmm?

Oh, I am, I am, I am. Very good. Very good.

I thought the mountains got cold at night.

Feels quite warm to me.

It takes a few hours.

Later on you'll be glad we brought those extra blankets.

But meantime it's hot.

Would you do me a favor, Mr. Smith?

I'm not sure, Mrs. Finney.

I'd Iike to get my hands and feet into some nice, cold water.

Well, that gurgling sound over there, that's the river.

Oh, yes, I know.

It's so dark, and who knows what's out there?

It is dark.

Wouldn't Mr. Finney be upset if we just disappeared into it?

I'II ask him.

Kevin, I'd Iike to go down to the river.

May I go?

If Mr. Smith goes with me?

Yes, if Mr. Smith doesn't mind.

You see?

It's much cooler here.

Oh!

Watch it!

Lovely, isn't it?

It certainly is.

Oh, the water feels so good.

I feel better already.

Walk carefully, the bottom can be kind oftricky.

(EXCLAIMS)

Are you all right, Mrs. Finney?

Julia.

No, it's Mrs. Finney.

I'm having a hard enough time remembering you're married as it is.

ALEXANDER: Parker, you take this area over here.

Good, I'II follow the river.

Mr. Finney, you might take a look by this canyon wall there.

And Mr. Smith, well, you know better than any of us.

Which area would you Iike to take?

Well, if it's caves you're looking for,

I know of some over by those cliffs.

Splendid.

I don't need to repeat the list of items we're looking for.

Well, you know, arrowheads, beads, bones...

Yeah.

ALEXANDER: I thought you said they had agreed to leave us alone.

I did, but I didn't say they'd stop watching us.

I think Mr. Smith should ride with my husband and me.

That won't do at all, Mrs. Finney.

It'Il cut our search capacity by 25%.

I'm sure they won't bother us.

Well, I'm not sure, Mr. Alexander.

Either he rides with us, or I ride with him.

You don't mind, do you, Kevin?

I mean, he's the guide and the expert with guns.

No, no, my dear. That makes good sense.

You go with Mr. Smith.

I'm sure you'll be quite safe with him.

I'd stake my Iife on that.

ALEXANDER: Well, that's settled.

Shall we have a good hunt?

Easy. Steady, fellas. Whoa.

Come on!

Come on, boy, come on!

Okay, come on, Mac! Come on, boy!

Whoa.

(MOANS)

Oh, I'm not used to all this.

I never did much riding in Boston.

You mean you really do come from Boston?

Of course I do.

What kind of a thing is that to say?

I feel so good, just sitting still for a moment.

How long have you and Finney been married?

We met in San Francisco.

How long ago?

Four or five weeks ago.

Is that so funny?

Yes.

'Cause you really expect me to believe it.

To believe what?

Believe that you and Finney are newlyweds

on a honeymoon.

I don't believe you're married.

What a disgusting thing to say.

No, it isn't.

'Cause I don't believe you're living in sin with him, either.

He's using you for something, Julia. What is it?

I think we'd better start back.

Now, there's something wrong with this expedition.

I don't know what it is, and I don't think you know what it is, either.

So why don't you be honest with me, and maybe we can help each other.

What do you mean there's something wrong?

Well, for one thing, no one is who they claim to be.

Except for me, of course, and maybe Parker.

Don't you think Mr. Alexander is what he says he is?

No.

No. And neither is your husband.

Well, Mr. Finney doesn't claim to be anything.

Sure he does. Claims to be married to you.

He also claimed that you were so ilI

he had to take you off the train.

Then he had to cure you in a big hurry

when Alexander asked him to join the party,

which is what he was after right from the start.

You're saying I was pretending to be sick.

No.

I'm saying the doctor said you were pretending to be sick.

He told the Sheriff, and the Sheriff had him tell me.

The Sheriff?

That's right.

If something wrong is going on,

I want you to know that I'm not part of it.

And I can't help you. I don't know anything about it.

You're not married, though, are you?

No.

No, I'm not.

I went to San Francisco to work in a millinery store,

and the store went broke,

so I was broke.

And then I... I met Mr. Finney,

and he offered me a train fare home

and a little extra money if I'd go along as his wife.

And he's been a perfect gentleman.

He only expected me to pose as his wife.

In public only.

And you've got no idea why?

You don't know who he is, you don't know what he's doing?

Well, I haven't asked him,

and Mr. Finney never offered to tell me.

AII right. Don't worry about it.

No matter what's going on, I believe that you don't have anything to do with it.

Thank you.

I feel better now.

Much better.

Now I can smile at you when I feel Iike it,

without you thinking I'm a hussy.

You've smiled at me before,

but I never thought you were a hussy.

AII right, what I'm gonna need now is a lot of cooperation.

(YELLING)

(EXHALES)

So with what I found today,

I'm more sure than ever that we're looking in the right general area.

Well, I'm no archeologist,

but I could've told you Indians used to Iive in this area.

It's a pretty well-known fact.

Ah, but what kind of Indians, Mr. Smith?

I'II give you real good odds

they were kind of short and had straight black hair.

There are those who think otherwise.

By the way, I saw two more riders on that ridge today.

Are you sure you're not seeing mountain goats? I saw some today.

Beautiful animals.

Started to take a shot at one ofthem but I changed my mind.

It's a good thing you did.

If anything'Il bring the Devil's Hole Gang down here,

shooting will.

Is that gang really dangerous?

Never got to know 'em well enough to find out, Mr. Finney.

Ah, is that a fact?

Mr. Smith?

Look! Over there.

Do you think it really is an old Indian cave?

It could be.

Isn't it exciting?

Well, you said yourself you've heard those stories about Indians.

Yeah, but I don't want it to get too exciting,

so wait here while I take a look inside.

Julia!

(GAsPS)

What is it?

Well, that's nothing to worry about.

That's just some ofthose Indian relics we've been looking for.

Come on.

(GAsPS)

Look at the size ofthat one.

It's got to be over six feet.

How many inches taller than me?

Six or seven!

Ten or eleven!

It looks Iike Alexander wasn't all wrong.

I'd say he was 100% right. Look!

I'm looking at it, but I don't believe it.

Red-headed Indians.

Seven feet tall.

Come on, let's look around and see ifthere's any more surprises in here.

What is it?

Just a piece of rawhide.

But it's red.

Uh-huh.

Probably for the same reason the Indian hair is red.

Must be something in the ground here.

Maybe a mineral that turns things this color.

At least things Iike hair and rawhide.

Alexander was right about one thing.

They were tall.

(GUN FIRING)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Let's go.

I thought I heard a shot!

You did.

From the camp?

No, it sounded Iike it came from over there.

FINNEY: Who's doing the shooting?

It was only one shot.

From where I was, it sounded Iike a bloody cannon!

Where was that?

Where's Parker?

Come on.

I hold you responsible forthis, Mr. Smith.

You assured us that the outlaws wouldn't bother us.

I'm gonna need some help.

Say, old man, aren't you being rather ghoulish?

It's something that has to be done.

How else are you going to know who to notify?

What have you got there?

I think I got something peculiar here.

Well, they're just his papers, aren't they?

It looks as if our friend Miles Parker

wasn't a man named Miles Parker.

Apparently his name was Steven Ashdown.

And he didn't come from Australia,

he came from a place called Sussex, England.

Do you mind if I take a look at those?

Iwasjust thinking.

In a way, Mr. Parker, or whatever his name really was,

in a way he gave his Iife hunting for that strange Indian tribe.

Wouldn't it be fitting if he was buried in that cave we found?

It would almost be as if he'd found what he was looking for.

What cave?

Over in the canyon area. We found a skeleton in one.

Proves at least half of your theory.

Looks Iike the old story of a tribe of tall Indians was true,

but they didn't have red hair.

It is red.

Yeah, so is this.

We found it there, too.

Must be something in the ground that dyes things Iike that red.

We'll explore that cave first thing in the morning.

No. We're going to go back to town.

I want to start back right now.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about why we're turning back.

One ofthe two of you killed Parker.

What?

One of us?

That's right.

The Devil's Hole Gang wouldn't shoot a man in the back and run off.

Besides, they use pistols and shotguns,

not rifles.

Parker was killed with a bullet from a Henry rifle.

Just Iike the ones you supplied for the trip, Mr. Alexander.

Mr. Finney didn't even know Parker!

I hardly knew him.

I met him on the boat coming over from Australia.

He was a widower, alone in the world. I invited him along.

Why should either of us want to kill him?

I don't know why.

I don't know why Mr. Finney would have his wife get sick

so he could get offthe train with you and Parker either.

Or why he had her get well the next day when you asked him to join the party.

AII I know is the party's over.

Why didn't you take him up on that?

Your wife was ill, wasn't she?

Of course she was.

But obviously Mr. Smith thinks differently.

And I don't believe I want to quarrel with him about it.

I'm frightened.

Of what?

You really believe one ofthem killed Mr. Parker, don't you?

Oh, yes.

Then I'm going to stay as close to you as I can,

every second, till we get back to town.

Stay as close to me as you want, Julia.

Which one do you think it was?

I don't know. Ijust hope it wasn't Alexander.

VVhy?

Because he owes me money.

I'm afraid it was Mr. Finney that shot him.

VVhy?

He tells everyone he's from Boston. He's Iying.

He's never been to Boston in his Iife.

No, I'm afraid it was Alexander.

He was too quick to point a finger at the Devil's Hole Gang.

We won't have to guess about it much longer.

That's why I said that one ofthem did it, right out in the open.

(SIGHS)

Somewhere between here and town,

whoever it was will start to get nervous and...

(GUN FIRING)

HEYES: Finney!

Put it away.

Got to get him to town fast.

I'm sorry I had to do that.

But he was trying to get away.

HEYES: From what?

FINNEY: Me.

VVhy?

He certainly won't be able to ride.

You better get into town

and come back as fast as you can with the doctor.

Leave you here alone so you can finish yourjob?

That's the last thing I'd do.

I want this man alive, not dead.

You make me believe that and I'II go after the doctor.

There's no time for explanations!

You'd better take the time.

His name is Ashdown.

Those were his papers you found on Parker.

He put them there to be found.

He worked for T.F. Ayers and Company in London

till about six months ago,

when he took off with over two million dollars' worth of stones.

Mostly diamonds.

Ten of us from Scotland Yard were assigned to find him

with orders not to arrest him,

just to stay with him and find out where he'd put the jewels.

Now will you please go after that doctor?

It's too Iate.

You can't do anything for him,

but you can do something for me.

What?

I don't think I believe you.

Why would he ask you to join him?

He asked a lot of people to join him.

He needed witnesses.

To what?

To his own death.

Steven Ashdown was going to end up dead and buried, right here.

The word would get back to London eventually

and the hunt for him would be stopped.

You mean you knew he planned to kill Mr. Parker?

No, I didn't, Julia.

But I should have.

Because a description of Mr. Parker

would have sounded very much Iike a description of Steven Ashdown.

Alexander.

Same age, same height, same weight, same coloring.

I should have seen that.

But I didn't know what he planned to do

till I heard that shot this afternoon.

Then I knew the answer.

And I knew it was too Iate to do anything about it.

I hope you'll accept my apologies

for putting you through a little bit more

than either one of us bargained on.

It's all right, Mr. Finney.

In fact, I ought to apologize to you,

because I thought a Iot of terrible things about you.

And I'm so glad they weren't true.

So am I.

Is there any chance you'll ever get to Boston, Mr. Smith?

I'm afraid not, Julia.

Couldn't I change your mind?

I think you could,

and that's why it's a good thing your train is leaving right now.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

GUARD: AII aboard.

What are you going to do now, Sergeant?

Start backtracking Ashdown's trail

from here to San Francisco, Australia, Hong Kong.

Somewhere along the way he put those jewels where he could pick 'em up later.

Some carefully chosen place.

I'II find them eventually.

You know, being a policeman as long as I've been one

develops your instincts about people.

You can sense when a man isn't quite

who or what he says he is.

Yourself, for example.

If I didn't have to go back and look for those jewels,

I'd wonder a lot about you.

Then it's a good thing you have to go back and look for them, isn't it?

Ah, it is, it is.

Good luck, Mr. Smith.

Thank you.

You, too.

HEYES: Welcome back, Mr. Jones!

Well, l did it.

Delivered all the TNT up to that mine

and didn't get blowed up once.

Oh, great! How was your trip?

It was interesting. It was real interesting.

Good.

Well, it's all over now, and we got $500 to split between us.

Uh...

I'm afraid I've got something to tell you.

Something bad?

Don't tell me you didn't collect your money for that trip.

Heyes, I asked you not to tell me that.

Well, there's nothing to get mad about.

Wait till you hear what happened.

I don't want to hear what happened.

You got no idea what kind of state my nerves are in.

HEYES: AII right, if it'Il make you feel any better, hit me.

(CRASHING)