All language subtitles for The.Man.From.Snowy.River.S04E04.Prince.Of.Hearts.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(suspenseful music)

(groans)

(adventurous theme music)

- [Duncan] Edgar Allen Poe.

Murders in the Rue Morgue. (laughs)

And what sort of story's that?

- It's about murder.

- It's a mystery story.

- Well, it's a mystery to
me why you're reading it.

- Well, I prefer a good bush yarn, myself.

So, Mei Li.

How are you settling in?

- [Mei Li] It's like
coming home, Mr. McGregor.

- Well, it's good to have you back.

- Thank you.

- You shouldn't read at the table.

It's very bad manners.

- I've almost finished it.

I've almost finished it.

- So, what are we all doing today?

- [Josh] School.

- [Emily] Woman's association.

- Colin.

- [Colin] I'm supposed
to be writing a sermon.

- Danni, you've got the
day off, haven't you?

- I just thought I'd just
wait and see what comes up.

- Checking for strays
up on the north ridge.

Do you want to join us, Danni?

- Us?

- Montana and me.

Come on, three pairs of
eyes are better than two.

- No, thanks.

I'd just get in the way.

Excuse me.

(exciting music)

- [Montana] Whoa, whoa.

(Duncan laughs)

You're getting better every day.

- [Duncan] Well, I've been watching you.

- [Montana] Have you?

- [Duncan] I admire your seat.

On a horse is what I meant.

- [Montana] Oh, that's
what I thought you meant.

- [Duncan] What's that?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, steady.

Prince Alfredo and Count Carlos.

Funny place to find royalty.

- Gypsies.

- Gypsies?

- Yep.

You can bet they're
about as royal as I am.

Come on.

Good girl.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hey, hey.

He's lame.

- [Montana] Uh-huh.

- He's picked up a stone
on the way, I think.

- You know they headed
off in that direction.

- Uh-huh.

- Well, wrong way if
they're heading for town.

They could get lost.

- All right, lead on.

I'm right behind you.

- Uh-huh.

You can keep an eye on my seat.

(Duncan laughs)

(cow mooing)

(speaking Spanish)

- If it is up to you, amigo,

we'd have waited in the van
until we died of old age.

- Better to die of old age
than to be gored to death.

(speaking Spanish)

- Save your breath.

He's trying to impress the senorita.

Um, excuse me, por favor.

Excuse me!

- [Duncan] Whoa, whoa.

- [Montana] Need some help?

- We are in your debt, Senorita.

- Are you the prince or the count?

- Count Carlos Montoya at your service.

Allow me to present my
companion, Afredo Perez.

- Enchanted.

- Montana Hale, Duncan Jones.

- What are you doing here?

- Attempting to find Patterson's Ridge.

- Allow us to give you a lift.

- [Alfredo] You are most kind.

- There you go, girl.

But, I should warn you, Alfredo.

I can shoot the eye out of
a lizard at a hundred paces.

- (laughs) I can assure you
we are not horse thieves.

We are entertainers.

- Whenever I feel gloomy,
I think of springtime.

That always perks me up.

- [Danni] I'm not gloomy.

- Visitors.

- Morning.

- Good morning, Senoritas.

- My, my.

Did you see the one with the mustache?

- Emily.

- I can look, can't I?

(Danni laughs)

- [Carlos] A thousand thanks.

We are in your debt.

- Mrs. McClusky's got some cheap rooms.

- Allow us to pay you for your troubles.

Carlos, the purse.

- Oh, we don't want your money, Alfredo.

We were glad to help.

Weren't we, Duncan?

- Uh, glad, yeah.

(slow Spanish guitar music)

- Good morning.

- You have a beautiful hotel here.

Just the place for two
world-weary travelers.

Any vacancies?

- Single rooms, or double rooms?

- One single room, please.

Funds are in short supply.

- Oh, well, I can put
another mattress in the room

if you'd like, but I'm afraid
it'll have to be straw.

- You are very kind.

Please, is there a theater or
a hall in Patterson's Ridge?

- [Jessie] There is a hall
stacked to the ceiling

with bales of hay at the moment.

Why?

- Fredo.

(laughs) Perfecto, no?

- [Alfredo] We require
a stage for performing.

- [Jessie] This is my dining
room where people eat.

- Perhaps they might
enjoy some entertainment

while they're eating.

- What sort of entertainment?

(speaking Spanish)

- The Magical Flamenco.

- Flamenco.

- Acts of daring to defy the imagination.

- The eating of fire.

- That sounds very exciting.

- In return for the room, Mrs. McClusky,

you're share of the profit will be 10%.

(Carlos laughs)

You're right, Carlos.

15%.

- Imagine all the extra business.

- 30% and I'll throw
in a feather mattress.

- Good day, Senorita.

I'm sorry to startle you.

- May I help you?

- I need a horse, but
the stables are closed.

- Oh, Bill Smiggins has gone to Melbourne.

Was it urgent, your need?

- Pardon, I'd require
a horse to pull my van.

My own beast is lame.

- Well, I'm certain we can
find you another beast, Mister?

- Alfredo.

You're very kind.

- Not at all.

- Hannah Kirov.

(hammer banging)

- [Matt] Colin, pass
me the nails, will ya?

Colin?

- Uh, yeah?

- If you can pull yourself
away from that book,

will you pass me the nails, please?

- It's a different story.

The Purloined Letter.

C. Auguste Dupin, it's very good.

- Huh, really?

I thought you're meant to
be writing a sermon today.

- Yeah, I thought I might base
it on the eighth commandment.

Thou shalt not steal.

- Huh.

- Excuse me.

Ms. Bedser is here.

- Ms Bedser?

Which one, the older or the younger?

- The older.

- Show her in.

- I should write that sermon.

- Colin, don't you go.

Colin, don't you dare.

Colin!

Oh, Ms. Bedser.

How are you?

You look in excellent health.

- Oh, now, Matthew.

We agreed you're to call me Josephine.

- Right.

- I hope I haven't interrupted something.

- Oh, no, no.

Nothing that can't wait.

So, what can I do for you, Josephine?

- Well, have you heard?

Lady Clough, over at Lawson Springs,

was robbed two nights ago.

- Good grief.

- Every piece of jewelry she owns

whisked away while she slept.

- She wasn't injured?

- Oh, thankfully, no.

But, I think we can take it as a warning

to put all our valuables
under lock and key.

- Yeah.

Well, that's excellent advice.

Thanks very much, Josephine.

- (laughs) Have you heard
from Kathleen recently?

- Oh, yes.

Only last week I got a
couple of letters from her.

- She's in good health, I trust?

- Yes, extremely good, thanks.

Well, how's your sister?

- Oh, oh, well.

She's as fit as an ox. (laughs)

(Spanish guitar music)

- That's me, Senoras.

Called Carlos Montoya.

Tonight, I sing and dance for you.

Good day, Senorita.

May I be of service?

- Thank you, I can manage.

- My name is Carlos Tony Montoya.

Tonight, I sing, and
dance, and perform magic.

- I read the sign.

- Perhaps, I will even eat fire.

- Eat fire?

- Si.

(laughs)

I would very much like
to taste your wares.

(Danni gasps)

- I'm sure it's all right.

- [Carlos] Perhaps, yes, perhaps, no.

I detect some swelling.

- I don't think so.

- I think so.

Oh.

Permit me.

I will bind you.

- I shouldn't have been so clumsy.

- Never, it was my fault.

I should not have distracted you.

- Are you really a count?

- Does it matter?

- You don't actually eat fire.

- See with your own eyes.

Will you honor me by coming to
our performance as my guest?

- I've never seen anyone eat fire before.

- [Danni] Well, Carlos
said there'll be dancing,

and juggling, and magic as well.

- Can I come, too?

Please?

- Colin?

- If you finish your lessons.

- Well, I wouldn't mind a night out.

What say we all go, huh?

Duncan?

- Well, I don't think the
show's gonna measure up

to all the talk, but there's
only one way to find out.

- Good, that's settled, then.

Let's just hope they
don't burn the hotel down

with this fire eating business, huh?

- Which hotel?

- The Railway Hotel.

Mrs. McClusky's.

- Oh, on second thought,
I've changed my mind.

I'm not in the mood.

Wash up for dinner, please, Josh.

(upbeat accordion music)

- Ladies and gentlemen, please
welcome all the way from

Andalucia in Spain, Count Carlos.

(crowd applauding)

And Prince Alfredo.

(people gasping)

(crowd applauding)

(march-like music)

- So, shall we make it more interesting?

Carlos, the knives.

(woman gasps)

(Carlos laughs)

- Bravo.

(crowd applauding)

Ole.

Would someone be kind
enough to loan me a watch?

I personally guarantee its safety.

- Here you go.

Watch out for it, mind.

- I assure you, sir.

It will come to no harm.

(woman laughs)

(drum roll rattling)

(people gasping)

Cinco, quatro, tres, dos.

(people gasping)

- You'll pay for that.

- Pay for what, good sir?

- Where's it gone?

Where's my bleedin' watch?

- Why, I believe it is here.

(people cheering)

(crowd applauding)

- Thanks for coming.

- A very nice evening, Mrs. McClusky.

Worth the threepence admission.

- I'll say, Mrs. McClusky.

Haven't enjoyed myself so much...

- That's enough, Walter.

- That's a first.

They've never spoken to me before.

- Oh, really?

- Thanks, Matt.

That's the most exciting
thing I've ever seen

in my whole life.

- (laughs) That's good.

What'd you think, Duncan?

- Well, you know, I was quite surprised.

I thought it was pretty good.

- Had me fooled good and proper. (laughs)

I thought my watch was a goner.

- Room 12, Mr. Raleigh.

Same as last week.

- Thank you. (laughs)

- Isn't Carlos divine?

- Divine.

- And so talented.

- Come on, tiger.

I better get you home.

Your parents will be
wondering where you are.

- They will, indeed.

- Bye.

- Goodnight.

- [Matt] Goodnight.

(peaceful music)

- (sighs) It's a shame we
didn't get a bigger crowd.

- [Carlos] They will tell their friends.

Tomorrow night will be better.

- Let me help you.

- No, no, no, no.

It is not necessary.

It pleases me you were
able to attend tonight.

- I thought you were magnificent.

Both of you.

That is all I wanted to say.

Bravo.

I must go.

Goodnight.

- May I escort you?

- It is barely 100 yards.

I live behind my shop.

- It would be a privilege.

- Thank you, Alfredo.

I can offer you some tea.

- Thank you for wasting an
evening on a small exhibition.

- Wasted?

It was captivating.

(slow Spanish guitar music)

- I, too, am captivated.

Your eyes.

Hannah, you are so beautiful.

Please, forgive me.

Pardon.

(suspenseful music)

- Please.

(slow Spanish guitar music)

My Danni.

So bonita.

- Bonita?

Guapa, handsome.

- I think I prefer bonita.

I think we should be getting back.

A Bella senorita for a Bella senorita.

Wear it and think of me.

(people chattering)

- I hope you will forgive my
indiscretion of last night.

Would you sit down with
me for a moment, please?

- I do not want to forget it, ever.

- You are an extraordinary woman.

- You are the extraordinary one.

Why did you come all this
way to this harsh country?

- (laughs) This is a place
where a man can forget his past.

- My own family came here from Russia

looking for somewhere to live in peace.

- Jews and Gypsies.

No place of their own, never
trusted, always feared.

- But, it is different here.

(women laughing)

- Oh, yes.

- Duncan, hands off.

- You know I can't resist your shortbread.

- Emily, can I borrow your pink blouse?

- Why?

- Oh, yum.

- There'll be none left at this rate.

Why do you want the blouse?

- She's trying to impress a Gypsy.

- Don't be such a bore, Duncan.

Look.

- [Emily] Oh, it's gorgeous.

From?

- Carlos.

- He's probably got a
whole box full of them.

He just gives one to every girl he meets.

- Thanks for the blouse, Emily.

- Either that, or it's stolen.

Who's that?

- Duncan.

- Another robbery?

- Yes, Mr. Raleigh.

The salesman.

His watch was taken while he slept.

- (sighs) The times we live in.

That such a thing would
happen in our town.

- In my hotel.

- There you are.

May I help you ladies?

- Hannah, I think you've
forgotten something.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

My mind is somewhere else today.

Thank you.

- [Jessie] Goodbye.

- Just because they're Gypsies,
doesn't make them thieves.

- I'm not saying that.

But, how else would a man like that

acquire such a piece of jewelry?

- Well, he could have bought it.

- I met a lot of Gypsies
in my travels, Matt,

and they don't buy much.

See, Gypsies steal to survive
'cause no one trusts them,

no one will give them work.

They just keep moving them on.

- Well, sounds like we ought
to give them a fair go, then.

- But, all of these
robberies have been happening

since they've arrived.

You don't think that's a coincidence?

- I'm just not jumping to
any conclusions, that's all.

I mean, that's not the way
we do things around here.

- I most highly recommend
the kidney and steak pie.

- It's not on the menu.

- I will arrange it for you.

I'm a friend of the owner.

- Well, I'm quite partial to a slice

of steak and kidney pie, yes.

- Carlos, that was yesterday's special.

We don't have any left.

I'll take care of it.

I'm really sorry, but we don't have

any steak and kidney pie.

- Buenos tardes, Senorita.

Allow me to show you to a table.

- [Danni] Anything else you'd like?

- Careful of that one.

They're a light-fingered lot.

Better count the silverware.

- Please, take a seat, Jessie.

Mei Li!

Mei Li?

- I was afraid if I let
her know I was coming,

she'd refuse to see me.

- Yes, Mr. McGregor?

- Mei Li, could you go and
get Emily for me, please?

Tell her we have a visitor.

- (sighs) I honestly don't
blame her for not welcoming me.

Matt, I have such regrets
about leaving her when I did.

I honestly thought it was the
best thing to do at the time.

And now I'm trying to make up for it.

Well, I'm asking for a chance.

- Well, don't give up, Jessie.

Who knows, with time.

- We had a robbery at
the hotel last night.

That's seven in the district
in the last week or so.

Everyone thinks it's the Gypsies.

- Oh, yes.

They make convenient scapegoats.

- You don't think it's them, do you?

- Oh, they say a lot of
things about the Gypsies,

one being that they are cunning,

but I don't think they're silly enough

to rob the same hotel
that they're staying at.

It might be an old fashioned idea,

but I think they're entitled

to the presumption of innocence.

Don't you?

- That's the way I'd like to be treated.

- Innocence is hardly a
word I'd associate with you.

- I'll leave you two alone.

(tense music)

- I'm sorry to call in without warning.

I think we need to talk.

- I don't.

- You missed the show last night.

I'm sorry.

- There's no need for apologies.

I preferred not to go.

- Emily, It would be
a shame if my presence

in Patterson's Ridge
disturbed your family life.

- At least I have a family now.

- From now on, I'll stay away
from you as much as possible.

There's no need to tailor
your activities around me.

- I don't accept favors
from women like you.

- Emily, please give me a chance.

- It's years too late.

Didn't take you long, did it?

Jessie McClusky harboring thieves.

What's next, murderers?

- [Danni] Who do you
think it's supposed to be?

- The queen, perhaps?

A most generous gift.

Exquisite.

- You don't think it could
be stolen, do you, Hannah?

- Oh, what makes you ask such a question?

- Well, certain people
have said certain things.

- Ah, is that why you took it off?

- Well, people are talking
about Carlos and Alfredo.

- Because they are different, Danni.

- Think that's all it is?

- People distrust what
they do not understand.

It is always easier to blame an outsider

than one of our own.

Hmm?

(uptempo Spanish guitar music)

(shoes tapping)

- Mrs. McClusky, por favor.

- Go on.

(crowd applauding and cheering)

(serene music)

- I have never met anyone like you.

It is true.

- You are a man of the world.

- Of the world, perhaps.

Not of the heart.

- You never married?

- Almost.

The woman I truly loved
married an older man.

A wealthier man.

- The way of the world.

- Yes.

But now, looking at you,

I have the same feelings.

The same love.

Hannah, I beg your forgiveness in advance.

Would you have me as your husband?

(both laugh)

I have shocked you.

I have shocked myself.

Please, at least consider it.

(door opens)

- You're back very late, young lady.

- I'm sorry you waited up for me.

What are you reading?

- Edgar Allen Poe.

So, were you out with Carlos?

- Dad, don't be so old fashioned.

- I think fathers are
supposed to be old fashioned.

- I can look after myself.

- Wonder how many fathers have heard

that refrain in the past?

- Dad, I'm 19 years old.

I'm all grown up with a paying job.

You don't have to worry about me.

Goodnight.

- [Duncan] Well, there
was another burglary

overnight in town.

- [Matt] Oh, dear.

It's becoming an epidemic.

- The Johanssons this time.

- Is that so?

Newlyweds.

Only married them last month.

- So, where were your Gypsy
friends last night there, Danni?

(Matt clears throat)

- With Hannah and me.

- Well, not the whole night, surly.

- Josh, run and pick me a
sprig of rosemary, please.

- But.

- [Emily] Now.

- Go on.

Just a word of advice for your own sake.

Give them a wide berth.

- It's none of your business, Duncan.

- [Duncan] Danni, you
could get badly burned.

- They're not thieves.

- So, what's the mood like in town, huh?

- It's getting pretty ugly.

Gustav Johansson's even talking
about stringing them up.

- What?

That's crazy talk.

- Well, someone better get to
the bottom of these burglaries

before he finds himself a rope and a tree.

And he's not the only one.

(Matt sighs)

- Well, of course, the perpetrators should

be pursued with vigor,
but my only question is,

are you the right person for the job?

- Well, we don't seem to
be swamped with volunteers,

now do we?

- You see, a proper investigation requires

a trained eye, a deductive mind.

- Is that a fact?

- Uh-huh.

- And you happen to know of someone

with a trained eye and deductive mind?

- Well, I've picked up a
thing or two from my reading.

(Matt laughs)

- We're almost out of milk, Hannah.

Did you forget to order it?

- Hmm?

(laughs)

- Here we are, Lady Clough, Ms. Bedser.

- Thank you, Danni.

- Okay.

Oh, now that's the strawberry
and that's the plum.

Hope you enjoy it.

- Just a moment, young lady.

That's my Catherine of A rag on.

- Pardon?

- [Lady Clough] That
brooch you're wearing.

It's mine.

- So, Lady Clough.

Tell us about these objects.

- Well, it's part of
a set of very precious

porcelain brooches that were
given to me by my late husband.

- It's mine, it was a present.

- (laughs) But, you won't say who

gave it to her, Mr. McGregor.

- Danni, there's no doubt
this property is stolen.

Now, whoever has given this to
you, owes you an explanation.

- Lady Clough, how many
of the brooches are there?

- Six, of course.

Henry the Eighth's six wives.

Any other sets in circulation?

- No, they were made especially for me.

The thief dropped Anne
Boleyn on the bedroom floor

and now I've got
Catherine of A rag on back.

But, someone has the other four
and the rest of my jewelry.

- All right, who gave it to you?

Danni?

- Carlos.

- I knew it.

One of the Gypsies.

- Those scoundrels.

- I don't believe they're
thieves, not for a second.

- Well, we'll see.

I'll call the troopers out
from the garrison in Mansfield.

Come along, Josephine.

- Lady Clough, we've got no real proof

that the Gypsies are guilty of the theft.

Now, Colin and I are
looking into the matter.

We'd just appreciated if
you gave us the chance

to complete our investigations.

- You have 24 hours, Mr. McGregor.

Then, I'll call the troops in
to make short work of them.

- This has gone far enough.

You're not seeing Carlos
again until we sort this out.

- [Danni] But, Dad.

- No buts.

(dramatic music)

- If Carlos and Alfredo are
innocent, they'll be okay.

- You don't really believe that, Montana.

- Sure, I do.

That's the way British justice works.

- Well, we're a long way from England.

Around here they shoot first
and ask questions later.

Who gave you that brooch?

- Carlos.

Sweet, don't you think?

- You have lost a loved one recently, no?

- Yes, my grandfather two years ago.

- A man, I think.

- That's right, my grandfather's a man.

- [Carlos] Si.

- Carlos?

I want to talk to you.

- Danni, I am ocupado.

- Now.

You gave Montana Hale a brooch like mine.

- It means nothing.

- Was she your sweetheart, too?

- It was to say gracious.

- Speak English.

- To thank her for helping us.

- And that's all?

Where did you get all these brooches?

(Matt clears throat)

- [Matt] You've got a
very short memory, Danni.

- Dad, I just wanted...

- I'll speak to you later.

Thank you.

Now.

- Sir, I have not
dishonored your daughter.

I swear upon my mother's eyes.

- Mr. Montoya, you gave Danni a brooch.

The brooch was stolen.

- Stolen?

That is not so.

I pay money for them.

- Who did you buy them from?

- Two men in Lawson Springs.

They sell me five little brooches.

A bargain.

- Who were these men?

- [Carlos] They not tell me their names.

- Well, can you describe them?

- Mucho feo.

Ugly.

One man, he have no hand.

He had like a steel, how you say, um?

- A hook?

- Si, hook.

- Let's see what your partner's
got to say about this.

- It was stolen after all.

- Hmm.

But, he did give it to me, didn't he?

Which means he must feel
something for me, huh?

(slow Spanish guitar music)

I'll throttle him, that's what I'll do.

- Buenos dias, Mrs. McGregor.

Is Hannah inside?

- [Gustav] Hey you, Gypsy!

- Me?

- [Gustav] You wrecked my marriage,

you stinking, lousy thief.

- I do not know who you are, Senor.

- You stole my wife's wedding ring.

- It is a lie.

- Mr. Johansson, wait, please.

- I want it back, you hear?

I want the wedding ring back.

- I don't know what you're saying.

- [Danni] Dad, Colin!

- Tell me where you're hiding it.

I count to five.

One, two.

- [Colin] Boys, stop!

What are you doing?

- Stay out of it, Reverend.

- Gustav, you leave it.

Now, you're not judge and you're not jury.

Now, let it go.

- Bess didn't want to marry me.

Took me months to talk her into it.

Now, this Gypsy steals her wedding band.

- There's no evidence that
he's the thief, Gustav.

- She took it as an omen.

Said the marriage was never meant to be.

She left me.

Went back to Beleret.

- You should go after her.

Tell her how you feel.

- Gustav, if the ring's to
be found, we'll find it.

- Along with the needle
in the haystack, hmm?

- I want the truth now.

Did you steal Mrs. Johansson's ring?

- No.

- Have you been robbing
the homes in the area?

Then tell me, how did your friend Carlos

obtain those brooches?

- He purchased them from Lawson Springs.

From a man with gray whiskers
and a patch over his eye.

(slow Spanish guitar music)

- This man with the gray whiskers

and the patch over his eye,

I assume he had two good hands?

- Yes, he did.

But, his servant was missing a hand.

He had a metal hook.

Hannah.

- Alfredo, did Gustav Johansson hurt you?

- No.

Hannah, I must know.

Have you considered my proposal?

- Yes.

But, I...

- I am rushing you.

You will inform me when you're ready.

You think you would be marrying a thief.

- Of course not.

It is, I am not sure a life of traveller.

I am happy here, settled.

My friends are here.

Perhaps, you would be better...

- So, the answer is no?

- I'm afraid so.

- I understand.

- I'm so sorry, Alfredo.

- Why would they make
up a story like that?

- Well, assuming it is the
truth, what does it mean?

- It means that these
other two men must have

stolen the jewelry from
Lady Clough and offloaded it

at discount prices on Carlos.

And they've been shadowing
the Gypsies all over,

pulling robberies wherever they went.

- Knowing Alfredo and
Carlos would get the blame.

- Exactly.

- Trading in on other people's prejudices.

- The thing is, how do we prove this?

- Hmm.

Catch them at it.

- And where would they hide out.

You know, if it was me,
I'd like to find myself

a nice secure bolt hole with
a good view of the approaches.

Maybe an escape route
in case of emergencies.

- Makes sense.

- Somewhere like one of
the old mining shafts

up on Patterson's Spur.

- That's over five miles away.

See, if it was me and I was robbing houses

night after night, I'd want
to be somewhere central.

A place in town.

- Yeah, like where, though?

Galley behind a church?

(horse galloping)

Colin, I was only joking!

Colin!

They'd be taking a bit of a
risk hiding out down here.

I mean, it's handy, but anyone
could stumble across it.

- Dad, look.

Ho of prints.

- Yeah, and fresh, too.

- Look, this was my idea.

I think I should lead.

- (laughs) You just leave the rough stuff

up to me, all right?

- I can handle the rough stuff.

I can look after myself.

- [Matt] Just be careful
for any booby traps.

You never know with these
kind of fellas, all right?

(tense music)

- Pop!

- [Man With Eye patch] Get away from him.

Hands behind your head.

You heard me.

Hands behind your head.

Johnny.

- You could have killed him.

- Not likely, but if needs be, I will.

Oh, a Bar son.

Hey, Johnny.

We've got a real life six shifter.

Excuse my business partner.

He's got no tongue, you see.

(grunting)

(punches thudding)

Johnny, help me.

- Hey!

(gun cocks)

(grunts)

- Okay, that's enough now.

(subdued music)

Whoa, that's far enough.

Well, these two characters owe
you gentlemen quite a debt.

They've been following
you around the countryside

committing robberies
using you two as cover.

- They pull the jobs,
you two get the blame.

(speaking Spanish)

- I spit on you.

- Carlos, Carlos.

We'll take care of him.

Thanks very much.

Why don't you see if you can
recover those brooches, huh?

- Why?

- Well, it's stolen property.

It has to be returned
to its rightful owner.

- I pay money for them.

- Well, I'm sure these two men

will more than compensate you.

- Well, well, well.

You blokes have been busy.

- Haven't they?

Leave it in the bank.

People can claim it there.

- And you rely on their
basic honesty, Matt?

- Well, around here most
people are honest, Duncan.

(Duncan laughs)

- Mucho gracias, Senor McGregor.

- It's our pleasure.

Now, I think you've got something

to say to my daughter, haven't ya?

All right, you two.

Follow me.

- Danni, I have wronged you.

- Yes, you have.

- I have a terrible weakness.

Whenever I see a Bella muchacha like you,

I cannot help myself.

Oh, those pretty ankles of yours.

- [Danni] You really think they're pretty?

- You are not heartbroken?

- Well, it was a shame about
the brooch, but I'll survive.

Excuse me.

- I must tell you, we
will be leaving soon.

It is my destiny always to be moving on.

- Well, I guess it's goodbye, then.

Bye, Carlos.

(slow Spanish guitar music)

- You mean,

you never really cared for me?

- Sorry.

But, you were very amusing.

- You take care of yourself now, huh?

- [Alfredo] Carlos, vamos.

- Adios, Senorita.

(girl cries)

Adios, Patterson's Ridge.

- Hiya.

- You know, I thought they'd never leave.

(all laugh)

(subdued music)

(sniffling)

(adventurous theme music)